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Last Minute Changes - Jake Kiszka’s Version

A/N: Remember when I said Sam was Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker coded?? Yeah, well… So is Jake, and since we have now experienced so much Ballerina Jake on stage, I just couldn’t help myself. Also disclaimer, I haven’t done ballet in 5+ years now, so please forgive me if I misname anything. Also, if you are not familiar with the Nutcracker pas de deux, I have linked it HERE for you to go watch (I recommend watching it before reading this, if you have the time or even just the desire to!). Please excuse any errors as always, and I hope you all like it! <3

WARNINGS: Excessive language, excessive practicing, some name calling (bitch, asshole, etc), hate!fucking, asshole!Jake, degradation, fingering, edging, slight mirror play, overstimulation, choking, biting, sort of public sex? sex in a studio, unprotected sex.

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“You two will be excellent together!” You can hear the smile in your choreographer’s voice. At least one of you is excited. “Well, have a lovely day, dear and I will see you back tomorrow to continue rehearsals.”

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, immediately sighing to yourself as you toss your phone to the side.

This is just great, you think to yourself.

What are the odds that the original Cavalier would suffer an injury and have to back out and Jake of all people, will be the one stepping in. It’s a serious lose/lose situation for all parties involved.

It has been quite some time since you’ve worked with Jake Kiszka, but to your knowledge he is no different than he used to be. Arrogant, cocky and an absolute asshole. Not to mention, the extensive hours that he chooses to practice are arguably a little unhealthy and excessive. Though, you have to give a nod to the way he strives for perfection. He’s one of the most talented dancers within the Ballet company the two of you work for. It’s admirable in its own sort of fucked up way.

Not that you don’t strive for that same level of perfection, you just have a different view and approach on how to get there.

After a moment or two of sulking, you decide to call Danny. A fellow dancer at your company and one of your best friends - but also a pretty close friend of Jake’s, you’re almost certain.

The phone barely rings twice before an excited Danny is answering the phone.

“Hello?” Danny’s voice finally cuts through, warm and genuine. As it always is.

“Hey! So uhm…” you start to trail off. “You know Anthony, right ? The guy who was originally the Cavalier?”

“I do, why? What happened?” He asks, concern and curiosity seeping into the way he speaks. “You sound kinda upset...”

“Oh, I’m definitely upset… Anthony has an injury and is being required to take a break…” you pause for a moment, before adding more details. “I mean, he seemed to be in some pain when we were practicing last night, but he told me not to worry.” A long sigh pushes out of your lungs. “But, now Jake is Cavalier...”

What you can only assume is slightly stunned silence, takes over his end of the phone.

“Jake…?” He questions finally. You can practically see his raised eyebrows and wide eyes. “Jake is Cavalier now?”

“Yeah…” You confirm, sighing heavily at the incredibly draining thought of it. “Danny, I don’t even know what to do.”

“Are you joking? What do you mean you ‘don’t know what to do?’” Danny practically scoffs at your words. “You’ve always wanted this part. You would really let Jake ruin this for you? That’s kinda ridiculous, bug.” He scolds you. “Not only that, but you’re already well into rehearsals. You’ve only got a few days left before dress rehearsals start up.”

“Danny, Have you not worked with him?!” You laugh humorously into the phone. “He’s an ass. A complete and total fucking ass.”

Danny laughs at your little outburst, immediately taking up for his friend. “I have and… yes, he can be a lot to handle, but he’s a perfectionist. Everything he does on stage has to be perfect, in his mind.”

You bite at your bottom lip, not at all soothed by Danny’s words whatsoever. You’d made up your mind about Jake and that was that.

“You two will be phenomenal together,” Danny says, breaking the moment of silence. “Give it a go. Don’t just throw away your dreams of doing sugar plum just because of this.”

“I’m really not… it’s just… I really don’t wanna have to do that pas de deux with Jake.” His name spits out of you with pure distaste, making Danny laugh lightly. You can imagine the gentle shake of his head, too.

“Like I said… you two will be amazing,” Danny reiterates, tone warm and genuine. “Don’t stress it too much. Just do what you do best and I’m sure everything will be cool.”

<>

The first few days of rehearsing with Jake go… well, anything but smoothly. Things are rocky and feel out of place, some parts of the routine having to be changed to suite you and Jake, instead of you and your original partner, Anthony.

And today’s practice rolls around too quickly, just like the last three days have. You go to bed, only to wake up feeling like you only slept for a solid five minutes, before you have to get up and reconvene with Jake all over again.

For the first time since joining this professional company, it feels like actual work. Not that it isn’t always work, but you’ve not ever felt this genuinely frustrated by the thought of going to the studio.

The door of the building slams closed behind you, finally separating you from the chilly, early December air.

You make your way down the long hallway, towards the room that your instructor had originally assigned for you and Anthony to use for practicing your Pas De Deux, but has now been for you and Jake.

As you reach the door, you can’t hear anything from the other side of it, and you wonder if Jake is even around yet. In all fairness, you are incredibly early. However, you’ve come to know that Jake takes early to a whole new level.

You open up the door to find he’s nowhere to be seen. Though he isn’t present just yet, realization is like a slap across the face, as it has been each day since you’ve started rehearsing with Jake.

It hits you in a brand new wave. Every. Single Day: This is really happening. You are stuck with Jake from now, until the end of the run.

But, there’s never enough time to dwell on what’s already in motion - which you’ve come to realize that it’s probably better off that way. You shove all the thoughts and feelings stirring up, as far back as they will go, placing your bag and coffee down, so you can begin getting ready to warm up.

Unfortunately for you, not nearly enough time passes before the sound of the door handle is beckoning for your attention and Jake is stepping through the doorway.

You turn to face him, a tight lipped smile being the only thing he offers you as he turns around to close the door. So, you return the half-assed smile and go back to putting on your pointe shoes and stretching out.

The more you spend time rehearsing with him, the more you realize that truly, he’s absolutely gorgeous. Quite possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever had the pleasure of dancing with. But, it isn’t really feeling so much like a pleasure to actually be dancing with him.

You swallow down the annoyance already bubbling up, “Do you need to warm-“

“I warmed up already,” Jake cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “I’ve been here for a while working on my variation.”

He places his things down, then makes his way over to you.

The annoyance floods right back in like it never even left, “Alright, then.”

“Let’s work on those new pieces we added.” It comes out as a command, setting your body even more ablaze.

“No need to get all bossy, Jacob.” You bite rather harshly. “That’s what I’m here for. Not to just bullshit around.”

“I wasn’t-“ Jake stops himself short, the two words sounding very defensive and annoyed.

The audacity for HIM to be annoyed.

He sucks in a sharp breath, trying to calm himself. “I wasn’t trying to be commanding.”

“Whatever.” You glare up at him, filling the space between you with even more tension.

“We can just carefully skim through the whole thing, sans the lifts, if you’d like.”

He stares at you with what can only be read as a stunned expression for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and reaching up to roll the sleeves of his shirt.

“Ready?” Jake extends his hand out towards you, while clearly trying his best to release the unwanted tension in his shoulders.

You take his hand and let him guide you, stepping through slowly until you reach the first lift.

“Aaaand we’re skipping this part,” Jake sings in a mumble, moving with you into the next few steps.

You move with him flawlessly through it all, letting him guide you around the floor. It might even feel nice, if it isn’t for the raging distaste you have for him.

The softness of the which he handles you, doesn’t go unnoticed, though. You notice it almost right away and it slips you into a distracted daze, focusing more on the way his face keeps a calm and even expression and his body moves so fluently.

“Shit!” Jake hisses suddenly, quickly followed by a gasp from you as you bump into his body, causing you both to stumble. “Are you even paying attention?! Goddamn.”

“You grabbed my arm wrong.” You lie quickly, smirking internally as you watch pure annoyance start to show itself all over his face at even the suggestion that he’d messed up.

“You’re joking, right?” Jake snaps at you, practically burning holes into your head with his intense stare.

“No, I’m not joking.” You fire back, trying to make your eyes just as cold and harsh as his are, “There’s a lift there, Jacob.”

Any sort of normal, appropriate volume for the space the two of you occupy is suddenly out of the window completely.

“We aren’t even doing the fucking lifts right now!” Jake’s hands fly into the air dramatically.

“Jesus Christ. This is already giving me a fucking headache.” Your fingers rub at your temples and you fight to not raise you voice like Jake just had. “Let’s just start over? We can do the damn lifts this time, if that makes you happier.”

“Just don’t fucking kill yourself.” Jake mumbles, adjusting the bun hanging lowly at the back of his head.

“If something happens to me, it’ll be because you’ve dropped me.” You scoff, emphasizing with an intense eye roll. “And I wouldn’t put that past you.”

For once, you seem to have stunned him into silence for a brief moment.

“Are you not capable of just fucking practicing?” Jake questions, dropping his arms down to his sides, his shoulders slumping. “Or is it always just going to be a bitching contest?” He takes a step closer to you, pointing and finger at your face. “Because if so, I fucking quit. They can find you a new partner.”

There’s barely a beat of crippling silence before he’s adding on, “And good luck getting your shit together with him before dress rehearsal in three days.”

Your jaw drops as shock washes over you. The first instinct of your body is to simply just reach up and smack him, however, it’s not worth the consequences that will surely follow such an action.

Getting down on the floor, you start frantically untying your pointe shoes.

“What are you doing?” Jake’s volume is still a little too loud for a place of work. “Get up.”

“I have a fucking better idea-“ You pull both pointe shoes off quickly and stand back up. “Find yourself a new partner, dick.”

With that, you storm over to your bag and drop your pointe shoes inside. You grab your regular shoes and your bag, not even turning back to look at him as you make your way to the door.

So much force is put behind your movements as you jerk the door open and slam it closed as you leave.

“Woah, there, hot stuff…” Josh greets you, with an air of caution to his tone. “What’s got you so pissed off?”

“Your twin.” You respond flatly. No emotion for him to gauge in your tone whatsoever as you continue storming down the hallway.

“Right, right… Cause he got…” he sighs, trailing off.

“Yeah…”

“How about we go take a little break?” Josh suggests as he catches up with you, stopping you in your tracks. “I was about to go grab some coffee on my way home, but you can come along and i’ll just bring you back here after?”

Though, you aren’t sure if you’ll even want to come back yet, you give him a slight nod, and that’s all he needs before his arm is motioning for you to follow him.

The two of you walk to his car in silence for a minute, until you’re both inside and buckled in.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Josh asks as he starts his car.

A strained sigh forces its way out of your lungs.

“I mean…He’s just…” you pause, trying to word yourself carefully as you don’t want to disrespect Josh by talking so harshly about his brother.

But Josh beats you to the proper words you’re searching so hard for. “Hard to work with?”

You hold back the scoff that bubbles up in your throat. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

Much to your surprise, a genuine giggle leaves Josh’s lips as he drives through the little bit of lunch hour traffic lingering on the streets of the city.

“You don’t have to sugar coat it, love,” he assures you, flashing you a quick smile. “I know he can be a bit… mm…difficult.”

“He acts like I’m not also just as much of a perfectionist! I don’t get it!” Your hands gesture up for emphasis, slamming back down into your lap with a soft smack. “I felt like I was having to walk on egg shells earlier.”

“I wish I could sit here and tell you that things will get better, but…” Josh trails off, running his hand over his face. “This part is stressing him out. He never expected to be doing it… I know he doesn’t want to fuck it up. Now, that doesn’t excuse his actions, but just…give him some time. He will loosen up eventually. Hopefully…”

Despite Josh’s words being true, you don’t feel as though they’ve really soothed you very much, if at all.

“You haven’t danced with him in a really long time, either and you dance differently now. I mean that in a good way, but Jake is also having to learn how you work now, on top of everything on his end.” Josh adds, having sensed the uncertainty still lingering on your face.

“I’m not going to lie to you… I’ve been fucking up, too.” You tell him honestly. “Like our routine.”

Josh looks over at you, clearly surprised. “You? You’ve been fucking up?” He questions. “How? I watched you and Anthony do it just last week and it was beautiful!”

“I… I don’t know. I guess Jake just… makes me nervous?” You admit.

Josh turns his face towards the window, trying to hide the grin tugging at his lips until he can collect himself.

But before Josh even has the chance to formulate a response to that, you’re asking him the question that’s been burning your brain since you left the studio.

“Do you think he’ll still be there when we get back?” You ask him softly. The fear of having to go to your director and explain such an outburst between you and Jake, settling deep within your bones. Or worse, Jake has already gone to someone and explained the situation, ultimately kicking you from your role.

“I can assure you, he’ll be there when we get back.” Josh answers seriously. “He isn’t going anywhere.

The conversation about Jake drops for the remainder of your little adventure. Until you’re watching the studio slowly come back into your line of sight, as Josh drives the two of you back.

“What if he’s still mad?” You can’t help but bring the situation back to the surface.

Josh’s shoulders slump slightly, and he seems to be thinking about the best way to answer you. Because the sickening truth is, even he knows that Jake is probably still boiling below the surface, just waiting for another fuck up from you, or anyone else, to send him exploding all over again.

“Just… Don’t go back in guns blazing…” He tells you, trying to choose his words carefully. “Try to be level headed and just get as much practice in as you can. The more you dance, the less room you leave for talking…or an argument. Ya know, whichever... And hopefully, the nerves will ease up little by little, then he won’t have anything to be a shithead over.”

“Right. Because that really worked earlier.” You finally let the scoff you’ve been choking back slip out. “I’ll try again, anyway. Thank you, Josh.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.” He waves you off with a smile as you close the door and head back inside.

“Hey!”

Just before you step inside, you hear Josh calling for you and you turn around to face him.

“If you need me to come back and beat his ass, just call!”

Your head falls back as a genuine laugh explodes from your lungs. The most you’ve laughed all day, really, and it feels lovely.

Shaking your head, it’s your turn to wave him off, trying to get inside before the cold starts to make your bones ache any more than it already has.

It’s quiet, as you’re reaching the later hours of the afternoon, daylight just barely lingering still.

You make your way down the hall, back to the dreaded, mirrored, room that you and Jake have to continue to share. Assuming he’s still here… or he hasn’t had you replaced and you just don’t know it yet.

When you reach the door, you can hear the familiar song playing from the other side. The doorknob is freezing cold beneath your hand, a drastic contrast to the heat of anger still somehow lingering in your body. Shoving it open slowly, careful not to disturb who you can only assume is Jake, you peak your head in first to see him practicing all on his own.

His movements are flawless. Each step he takes and every movement of his arms, so precise and strong. The white tights he’s wearing accentuate the muscles running throughout his legs, his black t-shirt hugging his shoulders just so. He holds himself with utmost confidence, his eyes never casting themselves to the floor, looking out into an imaginary audience, or at an imaginary partner, when his attention is meant to be focused on her.

Suddenly, you become very aware that you wish to be the one under that gentle, but attentive gaze of his - completely unlike the way he had looked at you earlier. While you may be his partner, he won’t ever look at you that way -gentle and attentive- until he’s on stage and even then, it likely won’t feel real. It will be nothing but acting. It stings, but you shove the sour feeling deep down inside you and step fully back into the room.

“Can you turn the music off for a second?” You ask him, trying to keep a cool and collected tone.

The sound of annoyance Jake lets out doesn’t miss your ears, despite the music still playing.

He walks over and pauses the music, turning to you with an expectant look - just waiting for you to have a damn good reason for essentially asking him to stop what he had been doing. As if the two of you don’t have a lot more work to do.

“I’m…sorry for earlier.” The words are a bit strained as they leave you. What’s to be expected, though? You don’t really want to apologize to him, but you know it’s the right thing to do.

“It’s alright.” Jake mutters, barely nodding his head in acknowledgement to your apology. “I’m sorry, too. Let’s just get back to it, yeah?”

You’re stunned for a moment by his returned apology, having not expected him to give you one at all. Although, you can’t bring yourself to open space for any hope that things are maybe going to get better from here. That’s something you won’t believe until you see it happening consistently. Besides, there’s still an obvious hint of something unpleasant in his tone.

“Yeah, okay…” you agree, sitting your things down. “If you want, we can just work on the lifts for a while… ya know, just for a change of pace.”

The air in the room seems thick with awkwardness, of which you’re not helping to aid at all, being that your tone is rapidly fueling it and Jake without a doubt takes notice of that.

Though, he continues to act completely immune to the awkwardness filling the space. Leaving you to suffer in it all on your own.

After only offering you but a short and flat, “Sure,” you and Jake move on to the lifts. Of which go smoothly… Until they don’t.

“Fucking-“ Jake grunts, arms wobbling slightly as you struggle to find your balance in his hands. “Shit!”

No sooner than the curse of annoyance and distress rumbles out of him, you’re plummeting almost to the ground, Jake’s arms catching you just in time to save you from completely hitting the floor.

“God damnit,” Jake sighs, running a hand over his face once you are standing on your own two feet again.

“This one is just… I can’t get my balance right.” You admit to him. At least you’re being truthful.

You aren’t really sure why you’re having so much trouble. You had done these exact same lifts just fine with Anthony for weeks before Jake even became Cavalier.

Perhaps it was the tension between you and Jake. The mutual, very strong dislike for one another. The lingering bit of hostility from your’s and Jake’s outburst, not even two whole hours ago…

Or his hands on my body… Wait-

You’re quick to interject on your own thoughts. You simply cannot stand the idea of letting your mind wander off with such thoughts about Jake. You refuse to feel that way.

“I see that.” Jake’s words are once again dripping with that same amount of aggravation from earlier - Of which had lead to you storming out on him.

He throws a judgmental glance your way, likely wondering how you even got sugar plum in the first place.

“Let’s try again.” Jake steps behind you, placing his hands on your body just so, adjusting his stance as he prepares to lift you up into the air. Hopefully with more elegance and grace than the first time. “I’m going to count to three, and then you jump.”

You think you’re taking advantage of the fact that he can’t see your face, rolling your eyes at his commanding tone. Much to your misfortune, you seem to have briefly forgotten that you’re both facing a wall, perfectly lined with large mirrors.

“Can you drop the fucking attitude, for god’s sake?” Jake snaps in question, his hands squeezing where they’re planted just above your hips.

If looks could kill, the glare you send him through the mirror would have surely taken him out cold. “How bold of you to point fingers on someone’s attitude. I’m not the only one with an apparent attitude problem here.”

“I’m sorry? In case you haven’t noticed, you are the reason i’m irritated.” Jake is slowly starting to seethe again. You can tell by the way his jaw has clenched itself painfully tight.

You ignore his comment, just staring at him blankly for a moment before finally speaking up.

“Just…count to three. And lift me.” You enunciate your words firmly, sucking in a deep breath in attempts to prepare yourself.

Jake on the other hand, releases a long breath, rolling his shoulders back in hopes to relax his body, at least a little bit. “Fine, then.”

“One…” He begins to count, checking his grip on your waist. “Two…Three.”

The second he speaks the last number, you’re jumping just enough for him to gain the leverage needed to lift you up into the air above his head.

“Good. Good!” Jake praises from below you, watching you attentively through the mirror.

“Tighten your core just a little more,” He tells you, lowering you slightly as you start to wobble a bit. “Yeah, there you go.” He lifts you back up where you’re supposed to be. “Now, hold it.”

You extend your arms out, focusing solely on holding your pose. There’s still the slightest shake to your position, but you hold it pretty successfully, despite that.

“There it is.” The prideful tone of Jake’s voice makes you smile internally, though you’d spend your last drops of energy on keeping said smile off of your face for him to physically see.

“Okay, I’m gonna bring you down now…”

Jake slowly lowers you back down and you hold your next position until you feel your pointe shoe touch the hard floor.

“Thank fuck,” you sigh, relieved that it was somewhat smooth.

Of course, Jake can’t let the slightest little fuck up slide.

‘Everything has to be perfect, at least in his mind.’

“It was still shaky as hell.” Jake complains, giving a dramatic gesture with his hand.

You suck in a quick, sharp breath. The anger resurfacing is nearly blinding, clouding your vision in a red hue that you can’t hardly believe is really there.

“How do you suppose I fix that, then? Hm?” Your voice drips with a venom that’s so unlike you, normally.

“You practice more.” Jake says, as if it’s the most obvious fucking thing. Like you should have already known that.

“Wow. What prophetic fucking advice, Jake. I appreciate it,” you scoff, crossing your arms like a pouting child.

“Since you obviously don’t think you need it, let’s run it, then. Start to finish.” Jake suggests, knowing good and well he just wants to try and prove a point.

With a cool shrug of your shoulders, you agree. “Fine.”

Jake saunters over to his phone, where it lays right by the speaker sitting on one of the chairs, and presses play.

The familiar and oh-so beautiful orchestration starts to fill the room - it brings butterflies of realization to life in your stomach. This is your dream role and while you may be doing it with the absolute last person you would have ever picked on your own, you know in the end, once the two of you work out the kinks of your mutual dislike, you will be a flawless pair.

You take your first few steps that lead you to Jake, where you finally come to meet in the middle and delicately, you lay your hand atop of his palm. His fingers close carefully around your hand, then, lifting your arm above the two of you to slowly spin you around.

There seems to by a shift in the energy within the room and between the two of you, and it’s most certainly a welcomed shift.

As you continue through the routine, the new found comfort of dancing with him slowly overtakes you. Unfortunately, the burning sensation his hands leave in their wake as they help guide you, is making it harder and harder to focus. And of course, that only makes frustration bubble within you.

*Why can’t I dance with him? Why does he have to affect me so much? I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me.

Questions upon questions bounce around in your mind, inevitably distracting you from the important task at hand. It’s dangerous waters to swim in, the closer you get to the crescendo of the song; running the risk of one of you getting hurt somehow by lack of focus.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

You internally chant the word to yourself, desperately trying your best to pull your mind back to one collective place.

“Come back to me.” Jake’s tone is firm but not angry, as he prepares to bring you into the first lift.

Here goes nothing.

Forcing your brain to remain solely honed in on the task at hand, Jake’s hands find your waist and in the blink of an eye, he’s hoisting you into the air, much smoother and more elegantly than the first time.

And by some complete miracle, the first few lifts go flawlessly. Jake even finds it in himself to give a few mumbles of praise and encouragement as you go.

That confidence and momentum doesn’t carry through nearly as long as you hoped it would, though.

As the music builds and builds up to the first of what you would consider the “big” lifts, your heart rate increases. Suddenly your hands are clammy and a little shaky, and your stomach has twisted itself into a sickening knot.

Jake’s so into it, that you can’t bare the idea of asking him to stop, simply because your nerves have taken over. So, you continue into the lift, against your better judgement.

You make it into the air without much trouble, but as Jake brings you down into the next move, your form breaks and causes him to nearly drop you.

“Goddamn it!”

“Oh, my god!”

Both of your exclamations and curses fly out at the same time, only startling each other even more.

“Jesus christ, I knew you weren’t ready for that!” Jake shouts, hands running over his face as the adrenaline and realization of how hurt you could have just gotten, pumps through his entire body. “Do you even realize how fucking hurt you could have gotten just now?!”

“I am ready!” You argue right back, completely ignoring the hint of concern he was displaying for you.

“No, you are fucking not!” Jake’s voice booms, like a bang of thunder that shakes houses, after lightning has struck something. “We wouldn’t be having so much goddamn trouble if you were!”

“I didn’t have all these problems with Anthony,” you point out, matching his unruly volume. You even dare to take a step closer to him.

“What’s the difference?!” He practically screams, taking a step equal to the one you’d just taken. “We’re doing the same routine, for the same show! What. Is. The difference?!”

“Because you’re, you!” Your arms fly up into the air, before smacking back down against your sides.

Jake tilts his head back almost challengingly. “I’m what?”

“You’re the favorite! The one Everyone wants to have the fucking pleasure of dancing with!” You emphasize your words dramatically as you yell nearly right in his face. “You never fuck up anything! Ever!”

“And does that make you jealous?” Jake questions, his tone becoming smug and arrogant.

“No, it doesn’t make me jealous! It makes me nervous!”

Though half of the sentence is a lie; it definitely makes you both jealous and nervous, as soon as the words leave your mouth, you want to snatch them out of the air and shove them back in.

“Really?” Jake raises his eyebrows at you. “Nervous, huh?”

“Yes! Nervous, you fucking asshole!” You yell. “You’re arrogant as all hell and it’s absolutely insufferable, in case anyone hasn’t told you! It’s a nightmare trying to work with someone who is constantly picking apart every little move you make!”

“First of all-“ Jake wraps his hand around your pointed finger and shoves it roughly out of his face. “-Get your finger out of my damn face. And stop fucking yelling at me.” His eyes burn through yours, knocking you down a notch, but you refuse to outwardly show it. “Second, you shouldn’t be talking. You get everything handed to you, like the perfect, pretty little thing you are. You hardly have to work for shit.”

You snatch your finger out of his grip and immediately fire back at him. “I don’t get anything fucking handed to me.”

“But you do!” Jake chides, hardly making a legitimate point.

“No, YOU DO, Jake!” And now you’re back to screaming, throat threatening to go raw by the strain you’re putting on it. “How do you think we got here in the first fucking place!”

“If I got everything handed to me, don’t you think I would have had this from the beginning?!” Jake nearly closes the little space between the two of you, with one more step. “Don’t you think I would have gotten it first, instead of Anthony?!”

A wicked smirk grows on your face. “Right, right. So you’re just their backup, huh?” You watch as Jake’s face grows red and his eyes flash with rage. “Not even good enough to be cast as Cavalier the first time, are you?”

“You should be concerned about the fact that we start dress rehearsals in two days and you can’t even get all the damn lifts right.” Jake jabs.

His close proximity is making it hard to think anymore, the features of his beautiful, anger-hardened face proving to be a major distraction from the comeback you should have been already able to conjure up.

“Well, they- their hopes can’t be but so high, now that they’ve had to settle for you.”

Jake’s jaw visibly tenses, causing the muscles to protrude around his cheekbones and down his neck, the crease between his brows setting in even deeper.

Before you can even bat an eye, or open your mouth to add a little more gasoline to the already raging fire, Jake’s hand is tightly wrapping itself around the back of your neck.

“Is this entertaining you?” You can see Jake’s free hand gesture about, through your peripheral vision. “Being a little bitch?”

You’re frozen, stuck in place - not only because of his grip on you, but because you can’t decide if you actually want to move away.

One might find that name absolutely enraging, but apparently you don’t, considering the way your cunt throbs as the word travels from his mouth, to your ears.

“Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth.

“Would that make you less bitchy? If you fucked me? Hm?” Jake taunts, clearly taking in the newfound enjoyment he’s getting out of this.

“Call me a bitch again.” You say threateningly, but it holds no real weight. You just want to keep up the fight a little longer, perhaps a bit too addicted to the way he’s making your blood boil.

“Or what?” Jake all but growls, leaning his face in, so that he’s right next to your ear. “Are you gonna storm out of here like earlier? Like the little fucking brat you are?”

Your skin is screaming to feel his lips. They’re mere inches from your skin, the heat of his breath casting a heat that almost resembles when you sit just a little too close to a campfire.

“I bet you’d perform a lot better if I fucked you.” Jake speaks the wondering thought out loud. “Trained you to be a good little dancer for me.”

“Jake…” you sigh, chest heaving rapidly.

“What?” Jake seethes. “No smart ass comeback? No attitude?” He slides his other arm around your back, but doesn’t pull you quite close enough for your body to touch his. “Come on. Say something else. I dare you.”

Your thoughts spin around themselves as you attempt to conjure up another snarky comment, while Jake’s eyes stare intensely into yours, occasionally flickering down to your lips and right back up.

Finally, it comes to you.

“I’m not taking insults from a boy who probably can’t even fuck me hard enough to keep me out of rehearsal tomorrow.”

The silence that falls between you and Jake is deafening. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, hear the blood running hot beneath your skin. If you listen close enough, you might even hear Jake’s heartbeat banging against his own ribcage, too.

Neither of you move for what feels like an eternity, only adding to the tension that’s already about to burst at the seams.

Jake’s mouth opens and closes quickly, but he still doesn’t speak - only adding to the torment of the moment. Anticipation fills you up so much, you feel like you may start throwing it up.

Slowly, Jake’s eyes narrow until they’re practically shut, and his hand tightens around the back of your neck tightens.

“Are you challenging me, sugar?” The name typically used for endearment, spits out of him like it’s anything but sweet. He’s so cleverly alluding to your role as sugar plum.

“I-If that’s how you wanna see it, go ahead.” You half choke out. Your words are becoming less and less intimidating and lethal as the moments go by. “Since you want to try and prove a point soo badly.”

“I don’t think you deserve anything else from me today.” Jake says, not even bothering to fight off the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Shock fills you up the second the words float out from his mouth and you’re even more shocked at the way disappointment comes along to mix in with it. You may have been annoyed with him for petty shit before, but now you’re genuinely upset.

“W-what…?” The word is barely audible coming from your breathless lungs.

Jake lets go of you and steps away, taking little steps backwards in the direction of his things. The expression adorning his face is downright evil.

“I think you heard me loud and clear.” Jake shrugs, grabbing up his things. He doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes - likely just leaving you to go off to a different room and practice alone.

You watch him, completely dumbfounded as he makes his way to the door, not even giving you glance as he goes by.

The door opening feels so obnoxious, given the newfound silence hanging between the two of you. He’s about to step over the threshold, but turns around to face you one more time.

“See you tomorrow.” He glances over you for a moment, tongue visibly poking the inside of his cheek. “And you better not fuck up.”

<>

After a horrendous night filled with constant tossing and turning, the cool light of the gloomy morning wakes you up out of the sleep, that has only just found you a few hours ago.

Begrudgingly, you force yourself to get out of bed and take a shower, then dig out a pair of tights and one of your favorite leotards. And as much as you don’t want to acknowledge it, the brief question of whether or not Jake will like it, plants itself in your head. It’s black, with long sleeves, and the daintiest lace details at the top around the chest.

You force the thought away immediately. The mere mental thought of Jake making your body tense with anger, and… whatever the hell is left lingering from last night’s little… moment.

The drive to the studio is severely uneventful. Music being the only thing to keep you company throughout the short trip over there.

Seems like you’ve been living there these last few days. Which, might not be so bad if Jake wasn’t such a constant thorn in your side.

As the studio comes into view, a lump over nerves nearly makes you choke. Last night’s interesting turn, still at the forefront of your memory, despite your efforts in trying to ignore it.

You grab all your things and make your way to the door, walking as quickly as you possibly could to get out of the cold air. A swift glance around the parking lot as you go, is enough to see that Jake’s car is nowhere to be seen.

There’s no denying the relief that washes over you. Perhaps you’ll actually be free of Jake for a little longer than normal, to perfect some things by yourself, without the intense and judgmental stare of Jake’s eyes.

Just as you’ve hoped, as you walk down the hallway to your room, there’s nothing but silence on the other side of the door. But just to be safe, you slowly push it open and peak in, only to confirm that Jake is nowhere to be seen.

You take the opportunity to practice certain pieces of the pas alone, hoping to work through most of the imperfections that Jake has pointed out, time and time again.

What you don’t realize though, is how much time actually passes as you fall into a zone. Completely locked in on what you’re doing, practically floating around as though Jake is there to guide you, except you’re doing it all on your own.

Little did you know, Jake is standing at the door… admiring you just like you had done to him yesterday. For him, it’s different; his moment or slight admiration and ogling. He doesn’t have nearly as much trouble admitting to himself that he finds you ridiculously attractive and talented.

Will he say that directly to you? It isn’t likely, but to himself, he absolutely will. Although, the odds of him telling you his thoughts, are far more likely than you vocalizing your’s to him.

Jake stands, body halfway slipped between the cracked door, intently and quietly watching you. Until finally, you turn and your stop brings you to perfect face the door.

The sudden sight of Jake makes your entire body jolt, startled and unprepared to see him in such a random way.

“Jake!” You half screech, your hand coming to grasp at your now aching chest.

“My bad.” The softest chuckle dances with his words. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine…” you mumble.

Looking at him for the first time since last night is… definitely different, to say the very least.

The air in the room has shifted and it feels so heavy that it may crush you. Given Jake’s cocky strutting across the room, you guess that he doesn’t feel it the way that you do, or he’s doing a really good job at ignoring it. Like he always does. Yet another thing about him that you envy; his ability to be so unaffected.

“You- uhm… How long were you watching from the door?” You ask him timidly, chancing a quick glance at him as he sits down his things.

“Long enough to see that you’re perfectly capable of a flawless and confident routine.” Jake replies, bringing a soft, pink tint to your cheeks. “Which I suppose is great, except you can’t seem to do that with me.” His tone is the slightest bit playful, but you can’t ignore the way it claws at your skin.

“A bit early to be making digs, don’t you think, Jake?” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting the death glare he’s sure to throw towards you any second now.

But it doesn’t come. He just ignores your little muse all together, continuing to stretch and warm up.

Silence falls over you both, as you work on a few moves on the opposite side of the room in front of the mirrors.

Occasionally, you glance over your shoulder through the mirror at Jake, but you don’t let your eyes linger on him for too long, in favor of not getting caught and the refusal to let yourself get carried away.

After a few minutes, you catch a glimpse of Jake getting up and setting up his phone with the speakers, before making his way towards you and finally speaking up.

“Ready to run this thing?” He rubs his hands together in front of him.

“As I’ll ever be,” you mumble in response and follow him back over to the middle of the floor.

Jake steps back to his phone and presses play, bringing the beautiful instrumental to life throughout the whole room.

It eases you, much to your surprise. But not enough to ignore the fires that Jake’s hands seem to be lightning, gradually, all over your body in each place that he touches you.

You do your absolute best to try and remain calm and collected, focusing solely on the dance and nothing else.

Further and further you sink into the routine, and so does Jake. It’s evident in the electric energy that’s suddenly buzzing throughout

the room. The way Jake’s eyes stare into yours so intensely, it makes your knees want to give out beneath your weight. The passion of which he’s exuding…

The way he grips your body to lift you up into the air, unintentionally gripping you harder and harder with each passing lift, until you’re certain he’s going to crush you.

You’re not sure what exactly snaps in your brain, but when it snaps, there is no going back.

"Jesus fucking christ- Put me down!" You yell over the music and Jake immediately brings you back down on your own two feet, but not exactly gently.

"Fuck- what now?!” Jake hisses through his labored breathing. “Can you not go two minutes without bitching?!”

"You have a fucking death grip on me!” You grab at his bicep for emphasis. “Are you trying to bruise me!?”

“You should feel so lucky.” Jake spits back, sarcasm mixing with cockiness in his tone.

“Oh, shut the fuck up Jacob!” You screech in his face. “The last thing I want is you leaving any kind of marks on my body.”

“Trust me, princess, I'm not interested anyway." Jake fumes, face red and jaw set tight, nose glistening with the lightest layer of sweat.

“I’m not either!” It feels like a lie, the second it leaves your mouth. But the volume behind your words, masks the way you hardly believe it yourself. “You’re just an arrogant, self centered, asshole, who always has to get his own fucking way with everything!”

“And you're a fucking bitch who never knows when to shut her mouth." Jake practically growls, his face just inches from yours.

"You’re such a piece of shit." You retaliate lowly.

"Back atcha, princess.” Jake grits, the muscles in his cheeks and neck pulsing rapidly.

"Stop. Fucking. Calling me that.” You demand.

"No.” Jake shakes his head, pushing his tongue into his cheek. “No, I don’t think I will.” He adds. "All you ever do is bitch and complain about me doing something wrong and it's so irritating. I know what the hell i I'm doing. I'm a fucking professional. It is not my fault that you're so goddamn picky about every little thing!"

"Well, excuse me for wanting to do this perfectly!” You shout back at him, praying internally that this explosion between the two of you hasn’t drawn any attention outside of the room.

"How ironic.” Jake chuckles humorlessly. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Sugar plum, but you're not even close to it.”

"It would be perfect if you didn't grab me like a caveman!” You chide, feeling the sting of Jake’s words prickling under your skin.

"It would be perfect if you stopped squirming every time i lift you!” Jake argues, throwing his hands into the air.

"Maybe if I fucking trusted you, I wouldn't get nervous when you have me in the air!” You shoot back.

“You know that’s not really why you get shaky when I lift you, but whatever.” Jake scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Maybe aybe if you weren't such a hateful little shit, you'd be able to at least pretend to trust me."

"You. Are insufferable.” You turn to walk away from him, leaving Jake glued to his spot as his brain processes what he’s about to say.

"And you clearly need to be put in your goddamn place." Jake says, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn back around to face him, taking a few little steps forward defiantly. "I fucking dare you to try.”

The challenge spits out of you, and not a bit of you thinks he’ll really see it, considering he had the opportunity last night and trashed it.

"You couldn't handle it.” Jake says simply. His words only raise your anger somehow.

"I hate you.” You seethe, closing in on him with a pointed finger.

"Not nearly as much as I fucking hate you.” He flashes you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, immediately dropping his face back to his previous, stone cold expression.

The tension hanging in the room is so thick, even a chainsaw would likely struggle to cut it. A deafening silence falls over the two of you, nothing but the sounds of both your heavy breaths to fill it.

Your teeth are so tightly gritted together, you worry they may shatter any second now as you await his next move. Because you certainly are not backing down first, from this eerily silent stand off.

Jake’s face is still sharp and set with anger, not even a glimmer of that chocolaty brown left in his eyes.

Just as you open your mouth to foolishly provoke him even more, he’s lunging for you, roughly gripping either side of your face as his lips sloppily crash into yours. You can’t stop yourself from kissing him back. He tastes intoxicating in the best and worst way. A drug that now that you’ve had just a taste of, you aren’t sure you’ll be able to put it down.

Haphazardly, Jake starts guiding you backwards towards the barre, not even breaking the kiss to make sure that’s where he is going. Like a man about to die of thirst, he drinks in the whimper that you release, as your back collides with the barre. His hands find your wrists, and he shoves them up above your head and pins them there.

“Tell me to stop.” He huffs out through rapid breaths, free hand staying planted on the wall by your arm.

"I thought you were putting me in my place.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Or are you all talk?"

Jake just growls, swiftly reaching down to cup your heat, making you gasp desperately. His foot kicks your legs farther apart, middle and ring fingers stroking over you so lightly, you could scream.

Except you can’t. You’ve been struck with utter speechlessness, thanks to the sudden advance and the merciless ache he’s creating between your legs.

“What? Nothing to say now?” Jake questions tauntingly. “I think this is the longest you've been quiet around me. It’s truly a nice change"

“M-maybe you're just not doing a good enough job," you stutter, pressing yourself into the palm of his hand.

"The way you’re stuttering and the wet spot that I can feel right here, says otherwise.” Jake’s fingers tap against you.

You let out an exhale that is dripping with attitude, but make no move to break away from Jake. And you won’t, really. You both know that at this point.

“Do you get tired?” Jake mumbles, leaning in to ghost his lips over your cheek. They trace around, until he settles on your ear. “Do you get tired of being so defiant? Being a fucking brat and causing me so many stresses? Does it get you off?”

“What if it does?” You answer in a whisper, trying to turn your head towards his, but he isn’t having it.

His hand comes up from between your legs and wraps around your throat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact.

“Let’s get something clear,” Jake starts lowly, his voice rumbling like nearby thunder as he begins to warn you. “Drop the fucking games, or I’ll make sure to fuck you so hard, you’ll have to fucking crawl your way out of here tonight.”

“I will never give you such satisfaction.” You know you’re about to eat these words, but you can’t find it within your being to care.

Faster than what your brain is capable of processing at this point, Jake is turning you around to face the mirror, leaving you no choice but to grip the barre in front of you.

“Then take it.” Jake says, pressing himself against your ass and wrapping his other hand around your jaw. “Take everything I fucking give you, right here. And when I’m done-“ He uses the grip to turn your head towards the door. “-I can’t wait to watch you limp to that fucking door.”

Jake’s hand abandons your jaw, his fingers hooking themselves around the top of your leotard and pushing it off your shoulders. You help him work it off your body from the front, until it finally falls down around your ankles. As you move to step out of it, he stops you.

“Ah. Don’t.” Jake uses his own leg to halt the movement of your own. “Leave it there.”

You huff, but place your foot back where it was, leaving your leo pooling on the floor around your feet.

Jake’s hands work their way up for your hips, to your shoulders, before his dull nails scratch down your back just enough to make your muscles tense and cover you in goosebumps. He repeats the action one more time, watching your body shiver under his touch in amusement.

“Beg me.” Jake commands, dipping the tips of his fingers into the waistband of your tights.

“What?” You meet his eyes through the mirror, both of you taking notice of the pink tint your cheeks take on.

“I said, Beg. Me.” Jake repeats himself, but not without placing some firmness behind his tone.

“For what?” You spit the question like it’s drenched in poison, though, you know good and well what he’s asking you to beg for.

In a blink, Jake bends down just slightly and yanks your tights down until they’re sitting just around your knees.

“Aren’t you gonna take them off?” You ask him through a scoff.

“I only take off the clothes of good girls,” Jake smirks slyly from behind you. “And you’re most certainly not one of those. Are you?”

You don’t answer him, mostly because you’re hyper focused on the way the air feels cool against your cunt, the slip of your inner thighs from the arousal soaking them and the fact that Jake is the one that has caused it.

A swift smack to your ass pulls you back to him, though.

“Are you?” Jake asks again. You can see his hand drawn back through the mirror, prepared to deliver another blow.

“No,” you finally answer, not nearly loud enough.

Smack.

“Louder.” Jake demands.

“No, I-I’m not.” Your voice cracks as you raise your volume up, hoping it will suit him.

“That’s better.” Jake attaches his lips itno your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the muscles as his fingers unexpectedly slip through your folds.

“Ah, fuck!” You cry, squirming slightly at the pleasurable pain of his teeth biting just enough to leave a bruise, paired with the coolness of his fingers. You’re ever so slowly losing your own game of defiance.

“Aw, do you not like it rough, sugar plum?” Jake asks, feigning sympathy for you as he lets his fingers tease around your dripping heat.

“I- I told you I can take it,” you remind him, but it’s hardly as believable as earlier.

“Yeah?” Jake pulls his hand away from you and smacks it across your hand again, the wetness coating his fingers making it sting just a little more.

“Jake, come on,” you beg, dying for him to pay your throbbing clit some attention, even though it likely won’t be for long.

“Oh, so now she begs…” Jake scoffs, returning his fingers to your core.

Instead of going where he knows you want them the most, he slowly sinks a finger into you, curling it upwards upon hearing your whiny moan. The force at which his finger curls into, sends you lurching forward, damn near hitting your head against the glass of the mirror.

His free hand reaches up to grip at your jaw again, forcing your head up to look at him.

“How’s that feel? Hm?” He asks, voice low and gravely, like it has to travel over rocks before it reaches your ears.

Adding in a finger, the thrusts of his fingers become deeper and the sweet curl into that spot that has your knees buckling, grow harder and more intentional - hitting the same sweet spot over and over and over again.

“Goddamn, Jake…” you moan breathily, eyes fluttering closed.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” Jake commands, emphasizing his words with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers.

How he’s managing to reach these untouched places inside of you, you’ll likely never know, but you don’t really care. You force your eyes open and meet his reflection. Tendrils of his hair have fallen out of his bun, framing his face so perfectly. His eyes are dark and dancing with lust and more emotions that are too entangled to place.

“You feel like you’re about to cum…” Jake observes, pulling his soaked fingers out and wrapping his arm around your waist to reach your aching and horribly neglected bundle of nerves.

The circles he’s drawing over you are quick and tight, enough to throw you into an orgasm and completely wipe your mind blank in the process. It’s almost too much pleasure.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Jake snaps, cracking his hand against your cunt, before returning to the dizzying circles.

You open your mouth to smart off, but the second your lips part, the most feral moan you’ve ever heard come from your own lungs, bursts right out of you.

“You’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re moaning instead of bitching.” Jake comments, leaning in to bite at your shoulder again.

You don’t have much wriggle room this time, as his grip around your neck keeps your firmly in place as he bites all along your neck and shoulder.

“Jake!” You whimper, so close to sounding more like a sob.

You want to jerk away from his far too skilled fingers, but you don’t want to run from the earth-shattering orgasm that he’s steadily dragging you towards.

“Do not cum yet.” Jake says against your skin, but his fingers don’t stop.

“Jake, i-“

“Nope. Don’t fucking cum yet.” Jake says again in a much harsher tone.

He’s pushing you. Seeing just how much you can take, how long you can keep yourself dangling you over that steep edge before you’re crying and pleading with him to stop, because you just can’t hold it anymore.

And you’re not far from that, as hot tears sting the corners of your eyes and the knot in your belly is aching and screaming for release.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ You choke out, gripping the barre so hard that your knuckles are paper white. Even your knees have started to slightly bend, forcing Jake to bend down with you in order to not lose the contact. “I can’t, Jake! Please, just let me!”

“Fuck no.” Jake snaps, bringing his fingers to an agonizing stop before removing them from you completely. “What makes you think you’ve earned it?”

Jake’s hands abandon you and just barely, you catch sight of him pushing his own tights and underwear down to his thighs, fully revealing himself to you, hard and practically soaked with pre cum.

As much as you want to hate every bit of this, you can’t wait have him buried inside of you. The way you imagine it will feel to have him stretching you out, hitting all the perfect places inside of you, is replacing all coherent thoughts in your brain.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, stroking himself a few times. “Goddamn how did you fucking get me like this?”

Reaching forward with his opposite hand to grip your hip tightly, he lines himself up and pushes in to the hilt, his dark eyes intently watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Yeah? You like this?” Jake asks, his words slightly rushed from his own pleasure as he moves in and out of you a few times. “Can’t believe this is all I needed to do to get you to shut your pretty fucking mouth.”

All you can do is moan. You’re far too gone to come up with a good and bratty response to that. Besides, you coming to not mind the way he sounds degrading you. It’s addicting, just like his fingers and cock.

Your chest heaves with anticipation as he continues his slow thrusts. One of his hands ventures up your spine from your hip, stopping to firmly grip your shoulder for more leverage.

“You think your dancing has imperfections now?” Jake growls into your ear, his black t-shirt grazing your bare back. “Just wait until you come in and try to dance tomorrow.”

Jake pulls nearly all the way out of you before slamming himself right back in without warning, setting the most relentless pace possible.

A choked moan rips its way out of you, the pleasure of Jake’s cock pounding into you, shooting through your whole body in debilitating waves.

“Come on, sugar plum,” Jake taunts through labored breaths. “Mouth off some more. M’sure you have plenty to say now, don’t you?”

“F-Fuck you…” You force the two strangled words out through your throat, through an array of moans a high pitched whines.

Using his bruising hold on your hip and shoulder, he brings you back to meet his thrust, driving himself even deeper with each stroke.

You can feel the pleasure shooting down through your legs, all the way down to the tips of your toes - sore and likely blistered from your pointe shoes. The sensations popping up all over your body, make you feel like you’re choking on air - little hiccups of whines and ragged, loud breaths being all that makes it out of you.

Jake’s sounds of pleasure aren’t lost on you, though. The deep grunts and growls, an occasional higher whimper falling in here and there. But god, his voice… the way he talks to you. That, you’re sure, will be what drives you into the life changing high that’s finally starting to rebuild itself within you.

“Oh, my god, Jake…” You croak, wishing you could hold onto him. Sink your nails into his shoulders and run them down his back, or arms. Anything.

“Are you gonna cry for me when you cum? Huh?” Jake asks tauntingly, raising his voice slightly to ensure you hear him over your constant moans. His hand travels from your shoulder down to your cunt, and he begins swirling his fingers over your clit.

You writhe in his hold, forcing him to wrap his other arm around your waist, the palm of his hand splaying over your chest to hold you against him.

“Nuh uh, this is what you fucking wanted, so take it.” Jake growls lowly into your ear, kissing the side of your neck just below it.

It feels too good. Way too good. You’re just waiting for your body to short circuit, as Jake continues to mercilessly pound into you, expertly toying with your clit as he does so.

“Look at yourself,” Jake scoffs, sliding his hand up from your chest to your jaw. “So fucked out and pathetic. You gonna leave looking like this?” His eyes scan over the little bruises littering your shoulders and neck. “Gonna show everyone that their pretty, sweet, sugar plum is just a little whore?”

Words have completely fled from you, as have the loud moans you were emitting before. You’ve dwindled down to nothing but a constantly open mouth, with hoarse and uneven breaths panting out, makeup running and strands of hair falling out of your bun, as your orgasm slowly pulls you under.

“Ja- Jake!” You sob, a deep ache settling low in your stomach. “I- I’m s- I-…”

“Give it up, pretty. Go on…” Jake encourages, his thrusts just barely faltering as you begin fluttering around him. “F- Fucking. Give it to me.”

The orgasm that takes hold of you, nearly ravages you. It’s head-spinning, body numbing. So all consuming that your vision and hearing go out entirely, for what feels like an eternity. Your lungs burn as your body locks in place, until you’re finally able to suck in a gasping breath and release the most pornographic cry into the room. It echos and bounces around, and Jake is quickly committing it to memory.

Faintly, as Jake delivers a few more paralyzing thrusts, you can hear him cursing under his breath. Groaning as he pulls out quickly, removing his hand from around you to work himself through his own high and spilling his release over your lower back.

His fingers have yet to come to a stop over you, even through his orgasm. You frantically grab for his wrist, whining desperately as overstimulation takes you for a dizzying spin.

Barely having regained his composure, Jake turns you around, pressing his body flush against yours as he sinks his fingers into you and uses his thumb to continue working your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Jake, please! It’s too much, please!” You beg him, more tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

“You’re a tough girl, right?” Jake mocks, kissing your cheek with a wicked smirk on his lips. “You can take one more.”

“Jacob, please!” You beg him again, unsure of how you’re even holding yourself up anymore.

“Hush.” Jake commands, watching you with dark eyes as you start fall back into another high.

Your head falls back against the glass with a soft thud, eyes screwed tightly shut and mouth hanging agape just like before.

“That’s it, sugar plum,” Jake rasps. “You’ll give me one more because I said so. Good girl.”

Those last two little words do you in. It isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still does you in, nonetheless. Your legs tremble beneath you, the muscles in your stomach clenching as you come undone for him again.

As you come down, Jake carefully withdraws his hand from you - soaked and glistening with your release.

You watch his movements with hooded eyes, as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean of you.

“Like sugar…” He hums with a shit eating grin. “How fitting.”

Bending down, Jake guides your tights back up, followed by your leo - pulling it up just to your chest.

He then takes a step back from you, pulling his own tights back up over his hips, eyes never leaving your face as you watch him in slight, post-orgasm confusion.

“It’s late,” he speaks up calmly, taking slow steps backwards. “I’ll see you back here tomorrow. Same time.”

You watch him in walk away disbelief, as you attempt to follow after him on weak and shaky legs. By the time you reach him, he’s already flinging his back over his shoulder.

He turns towards you, tossing you a little jar without any warning.

Your hands shoot out to catch it just in time to save it from shattering all over the floor and upon a little examination, you read, ‘Epsom Salt’ written across a little sticky note, taped to the side.

“Might wanna soak in a nice little bath tonight,” he suggests as he heads towards the door.

You watch him pull it open and step out, still completely speechless and rightfully exhausted, your mind spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts about what the hell just happened.

“I need those to be working tomorrow.” Jake adds smugly, quickly pointing at your legs. “Oh, and cover those marks. Can’t go in to dress rehearsal tomorrow night bruised up.”

“W-What…?! I thought dress rehearsal starts the day after tomorrow?” Your sleepy eyes grow impossibly wide.

“Nope.” Jake shakes his head once. “Best be ready, huh, sugar plum?”

With that, he leaves you to be alone with l shock and insanely sore legs, wondering how the fuck you’re going to manage a full day with him and dress rehearsals, now that he’s fucked your body to the point of no return.

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[farfaras]

I think I got an ex but I forgot him.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3 (this is it.) AO3 link.

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Their plan changed. Them planing to come out changed things, mostly the storyline they were going for. Jonathan realizing he was lonely and didn’t actually love Steve as a way to end the relationship seemed too gut wrenching for a baby gay to witness. So that was out.

The timing of them getting together would stay the same. But instead of those elaborate phases they planned, they would just take it one day at a time. Like normal couples would. When they decide to break up, they would just say they realized they work better as friends. Simple, easy.

Today was probably the hardest part of the plan. Coming out to everyone. Dustin actually convinced them, made them believe that the whole crew would be supportive. If anything went sideways Steve was definitely putting this on him.

They had get togethers almost weekly now. It was a comfort thing. Most of the time the brats used these gatherings to play their nerd game. The rest of them just hanging out. Steve only wished Mike took better care of his basement.

The party and Eddie were playing their game on the table. Steve made sure he sat down close to Jonathan, Robin on his other side. Eleven and Max were reading some comics in the corner, on a beanbag. They looked comfortable.

Steve was anxious. He didn’t know how Jonathan could take this level of anticipation and anxiousness. He was fidgeting almost violently, so Jonathan took his hand in his. Robin, who was in the middle of a rant, faltered for a second before going back to talking. Both Steve and Jon’s attention on her. Even though she was still talking, she looked Steve in the eyes and raised a single brow. He knew what she was asking. He hopefully telepathically sent the right message.

When the party announced that they finished their session for today, Mike rushed to get some drinks. Jonathan dropped his hand and resumed his previous position. Steve caught Will and Eddie curiously eyeing the movement, while Dustin was downright staring and not so subtlely hiding his grin.

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, when Mike returned Jonathan cleared his throat. “Uh, guys?” His voice was slightly louder than it normally was. Also firm. “We have some news.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “Who’s we?”

Steve spoke up. “Me and Jonathan.”

“Unexpected but welcomed duo, huh.” Robin tried to lighten the mood. It was like every time someone heard the word news they assumed the worst. Steve gave her a grateful glance.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Steve reassured them. They seemed to relax at that, nodding and giving them their full attention. Jesus, their faces were earnest and curious. Steve didn’t know if he was gonna survive this. He turned to Jonathan. “Should you tell them or do you want me to do it?”

Jon gave him a small and teasing smile. “I’ll tell them. You got the worst of it already.”

“Hey! What the fuck? I thought we were cool, Jonathan.” Dustin protested when he heard Jon. And that reaction just proved his point.

Jon just stared blankly at him. “Someone just spit it out already.” Mike said, rolling his eyes like the impatient little shit he was.

“You just don’t know how to wait, huh.” Lucas shot back.

“Shut up.”

“Grow up, Mike.”

“Oh, please…”

Eddie’s voice cut through the argument dryly. “Kids! Please, just stay quiet so they can say what they need to.”

Jonathan muttered a quiet thanks before taking a deep breath, probably mentally preparing himself. “I’m just gonna say it.” He looked around, then directly at Steve, before addressing the whole group again. “Steve and I are dating.”

It was like Steve was able to watch all their reactions in slow motion. He mostly just felt Robin’s, her gasp and the way her neck almost fell off from how fast she turned to them. Eleven just nodded and went back to reading, he supposed they haven’t taught her all about what the world thinks about homosexuality? Max’s was kinda scary, she just smirked as if she was going through all the new material she had to tease Steve in her mind. Mike and Lucas both raised their eyebrows, they were comically up. Will’s eyes sparkled and widened at the revelation, he was surprised too. And Eddie was almost unreadable. His mouth slightly opened and he looked shocked, frozen.

Mike broke the silence. “There’s no way.”

“It’s true!” Dustin looked ready to defend them if anyone had something even remotely weird to say.

“You knew?!” Lucas almost shrieked.

“I did.” Dustin looked so proud.

Steve didn’t want to look at Robin right now, he had absolutely no idea how she might react. Or if she was gonna be mad about not knowing first. He felt a hand in his that wasn’t Jon, so he looked up to find Robin softly looking at him. She squeezed his hand. “Thanks for telling us, both of you.” She directed this to Jonathan, too.

“It’s kinda weird that you both dated the same girl,” Max started. “But I guess you’re cute, or whatever.”

“Cute or whatever.” El repeated. Still not paying much attention to them.

Steve laughed. “Thanks?” “I guess.” Added Jon.

The only ones who haven’t said anything were Will and Eddie. The rest of the room put their eyes on them.

“Oh. Um. Even if it’s kinda unexpected, that’s great.” Will nervously said. He looked around. “Right?” A chorus of yeses and rights filled the room. Steve could breathe easier.

“Yeah, great.” Eddie muttered. “We’re all happy for you guys.” His smile was small, almost subdued.

“Okay, now that that’s over,” Jonathan tried to end this conversation, the kids wouldn’t have that though.

“Wait! I have questions!” Lucas of all people exclaimed. “When was this?”

“Uh– well. We got together a few weeks ago. If that’s what you were asking.” Steve answered.

“When?”

“Like 2 weeks after.” Jon replied. They didn’t need to say after what, it was implied.

They answered all their questions with their planned answers.

Who made the first move? Actually Jonathan because Steve wanted to go at his pace.

How did they get together? Jonathan asked him after they came out to each other.

Were they in love? (This was El) At that, they got caught off guard, they didn’t expect someone to ask that. “We haven’t been together for long, El.” She didn’t seem to understand but left it alone after Max said she’d explain it to her later.

Everyone, like Dustin said, was supportive. Which they were grateful for. And Steve was also super happy for Will and Robin to see that their friends would support them too when they decided to come out.

Steve just didn’t know why Eddie was so quiet all of the sudden. He wasn’t like that, which made Steve worry he was actually not all that okay with this. He didn’t want that to be the case, he didn’t think that was the case. But people could surprise you sometimes.

Steve and Jonathan were holding hands while they answered questions. Whenever Steve chanced a glance at Eddie, he looked like he was staring at their hands but quickly redirected his gaze to something else. Steve felt uneasy.

All too soon it was time to go. Everyone was climbing the stairs, Jon was pulling his hand to get out of the basement. Eddie was still packing some of his stuff. Steve stopped walking. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you outside.” He told Jon and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He just nodded and left the basement. Now it was just Steve and Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s up with you?” Steve hadn’t known Eddie for long. But during these last months they had developed a friendship, so Steve thought he knew Eddie an appropriate amount to know something was off.

Eddie’s eyes were slightly more open than usual. “Nothing’s up. Why do you think that?”

“Well, you were awfully quiet at the end there. Not really like you, is it?” Steve went up to Eddie so now they were standing in front of the other.

“Yeah, I’m just kinda tired you know.” He was looking down at his feet.

“You’re not… uncomfortable, are you?” Steve was scared that he might regret asking that. But the way Eddie wasn’t even looking at him right now, made it hard.

Eddie’s eyes widened and worry splayed over his face. “No!” He loudly said. “Not at all, please don’t think that.” He sighed. “I really am just tired, Steve. I promise.”

Steve nodded, maybe he was being paranoid. “Okay, I just. Well, I was worried for a sec.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie moved his hand, like he was gonna rest it on Steve’s shoulder but then he aborted. Okay, that didn’t really help his case, but Steve wanted to believe him. “I know how I could’ve come across. But I’m happy for you, Steve. Um, both of you. You deserve it.” He smiled and didn’t give Steve time to respond before he bolted.

When Steve stepped outside, Eddie’s van was already gone. Will, Jon and Robin were waiting for him by his car.

“Just ‘cause you’re the boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’ll give you shotgun privileges, Byers. I hope you know that.” Robin deadpanned.

Jon put his arms up, innocently enough. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“Good.” Robin narrowed her eyes at him. “We’ll have to schedule our shovel talk, by the way.”

Will cackled while they all climbed into the car.

The ride was short, or more like it felt short. Steve didn’t even feel like time was passing with his friends making him laugh and happy.

He dropped off Jon and Will first. Jonathan gave him a peck on his cheek as a goodbye before he and Will entered their home.

Robin was awfully quiet when it was just the two of them left. She was unbuckling her seatbelt to get out when she decided to say something. “I could’ve sworn it was gonna take you longer to figure out your sexuality.” She looked at him, fondly. Steve was expecting a lot of things, but not that. “Even if I wasn’t given an exclusive, I’m happy for you, Dingus. Hope he treats you well.” She got out of the car with a salute, the dork.

What did Robin mean by all that?

-

This was like a whole other level of fucked up. The universe really liked to just tell Eddie “fuck you!” whenever it wanted. And this moment felt like it was up there, in the top 5.

It was one thing to have a crush on a straight friend, who was so unattainable that he didn’t even need to worry about ever bringing it up, outside of his mind. Steve was a great friend. Which just made him crush harder. It was so easy to almost, not completely, ignore it. Eddie had it all mapped out, he was gonna pine from afar until Steve got a girlfriend. Then he’d make himself get over him. He knew it wasn’t gonna be easy, but he had to. For his sanity.

Leave it to Jonathan freaking Byers, to throw that down the drain.

Eddie was well aware how bad his reaction was to the whole thing. He didn’t want Steve thinking the worst of him. He tried his best at reassuring him that he was happy for them! Even if he wasn’t at all. But at the end of the day, Eddie figured he’s still a coward. Because he ran so fast at the first opportunity he had to get out of there.

He supposed that now that Steve was taken, he still would have to get over him.

But it was so much worse now.

Steve being straight kinda softened the punch of any unrequited feelings Eddie had. He had to accept the cruel reality of Steve never even being able to return them. And he was sure he could live with that.

What he wasn’t sure he could live with is Steve liking guys, but still not liking him.

He bitterly wondered what could Jonathan possibly have that he didn’t. Which wasn’t fair at all because it wasn’t his fault that Steve would choose to date him instead of Eddie. Eddie even liked Jonathan.

This was gonna be torture. But Eddie knows that he was still gonna suffer through it. There wasn’t anything really, that could keep him away from Steve.

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[robthegoodfellow]

He Loves Me, Loves Me, Loves Me

Wet & Messy, Your Choice (Feminization), Breeding Kink, Begging for belated Days 24/25/29 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental use of sex toys, praise kink, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, role playing, come play, mirror sex, oh and minor food kink?? food play?? idk a cinnamon bun is involved

(roommates, kink experimentation, nsfw, billy is a good girl)

Handy Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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What’s the wildest thing you’ve done? Robin had asked, a couple summers ago. Like, in bed? They’d been driving to Chicago for an Indigo Girls concert—not because either of them were massive fans, but because Robin was on the rebound and Steve her sworn wingman. Also he had a car. 

Caught off guard—moments before, she’d been narrating the time she’d bussed to the Windy City to meet up with an old friend from band camp who’d caved to their sapphic chemistry—Steve had stuttered an apparently disappointing answer: Ah… anal, I guess? And belatedly clarified, at her wide-eyed stare, Not me—I mean, with a few girls. Her surprise morphed to an eyeroll, complete with dismissive huff. Sorry for not being more adventurous, he drawled. 

She patted his arm, consoling. Sorry for your vanilla lifestyle. Because her lifestyle, it seemed, had been infused with some spice of late. That girl I was telling you about? I fucked her. After finals. With a strap-on.

Just to be annoying, Steve had feigned a bored nonchalance. Wow—hands-free dildo. Whoop-dee-doo.

Funny thing, she shot back, smirking. What you can do with hands-free. Did her better than a guy ever had, she said.

He’d held out for maybe ten seconds before curiosity won. What was it like?

Fucking hot, she exclaimed, all self-satisfied loftiness abandoned. And not just the actual fucking part. It was like—hands waved, searching for the words—like it was hot just having it on, and feeling it hang as I moved and… and it changed how I moved? Like I finally understood why guys walk like that. At Steve’s questioning glance amidst the chuckles, she clarified. Like I had this swagger. This strut. And I liked it—this different version of me that just took the wheel. My inner dude or something.

Obviously, the Steve of the here and now could have listed quite a few far wilder things than coming in the back door, and now he had a clearer sense of what Robin had been trying to explain—that strangely electrifying sense of being something else, something other than you usually were. This bodily possession, except not by any demon, but by something that had been in you all along, only dormant. 

It wasn’t his recent forays into alternate headspaces that had triggered the memory of that car ride, though. No, the flash hit him the morning Billy greeted him in the kitchen in a cheerleading skirt, hair tied in a high messy knot—when Steve was corralled to the kitchen table while Billy brought him a cup of coffee, a cinnamon bun on a plate. 

Because he was moving different, too, and not just on account of the toy almost certainly snug in his ass. Like his steps were… more delicate, more fluid—this languid grace and daintiness, this sway that translated to the hem of the pleats hanging from his hips, brushing his upper thighs. It was feminine. This enticing feminine flare. Entrancing.

Steve leaned back in his chair as Billy set the plate and mug before him. Sighed, all forlorn. “Think the sight of you has me too weak to eat.” 

Billy bit the inside of his lip, tolerantly amused—took Steve’s hand when it was offered to carefully settle astride his lap, facing him, and twisted to retrieve the cinnamon bun. Holding it level with Steve’s mouth, he cautioned: “Better not move too much, then. Regain your strength.” Waited for the nod, then allowed a bite—helped himself to one, too, while Steve chewed. Giggled soft when Steve moaned fuck, so good through the mouthful.

Billy licked the icing from Steve’s lips when they were done—let Steve lick the icing from sticky fingers, energy sufficiently recovered to gently grip the raised wrist between them. Good girl was a warm squirming weight by then, seeking friction, so Steve opted to relax a bit—retrieve his coffee, ignore the blood rushing south. Take his time. He was, however, well within his rights to rest his free hand on Billy’s ass, apply just enough pressure to bring them flush beneath the skirt.

“How is it?” he asked, between sips. “Wearing your little uniform?” 

Delightful—the blush that dusted Billy’s cheeks. “It’s like I’m… hyper aware of my hips,” he admitted, quiet. “Of you looking at them. And how you could just reach under and—” A short gasp, and he arched, lifting off Steve’s thighs as the hand cupping his ass slid lower, tickling bare skin by the hem. The gasp turned to whining grunts, deep in the throat—Steve tracing an unseen edge of lace to the scrap of fabric that bridged the crack, and continued on, never quite as firm or as far as Billy wanted.

Not until he’d finished his coffee, anyway. The moment he set down the mug, he hugged Billy to his chest, cradling him as Steve slumped against the seatback, Billy’s ass raised off his lap. One arm wrapped iron around heaving ribs below the cropped tee, the other free to wander—palming asscheeks through rough lace, pressing around the base of the plug, never directly on, waiting for Billy to beg. And he did, squirming, glutes clenching, hard and throbbing against Steve’s abs, pleading so sweet.

“How’s this?” Panting, lips pressed to the flexing hinge of Billy’s jaw, so vulnerable with his hair pulled back. “You’re my girlfriend, pure as the driven snow, and I’ve been dying to fuck you for ages, but you wanna wait for marriage, and so…” Pausing for breath, he realized there were a couple ways this could go—all of them brain-melting in his book—so he passed it over to Billy. Ball in his court. “So you give me an ultimatum. What’s it gonna be?”

Billy clutched at his shoulders, face buried, his cheek grazing Steve’s neck as he nodded. “I tell you that… all you get is my a—ah…” His arms tightened, hips stuttering as fingers dipped under the lace, massaged his taint. Voice wavering high and tight, tried again. “All you get is my ass until you give me—a ring?” Shivers wracked his torso, words dropping to a shy whisper. “Or you wanna put a baby in me.”

That walloped Steve—went beyond what he expected, what he thought he’d want. Blindly, his arm shot out, clearing a space on the table, and with the strength that only came to him in the throes of lust, he hefted Billy and lay him flat, legs splayed, skirt hitched high enough to glimpse blue panties. 

“Knew it was this pair,” he murmured, attention locked at the apex of trembling thighs, hands smoothing upward, against the grain of soft leg hair. His fingers disappeared under the hem, dug blunt into skin to wedge under the delicate waistband. “If I accept, will you roll over now?” Thumbs stroked his poor prick through satin, teased the weeping tip as he spoke. “Let me take a look? Show me what you’re offering up?” 

Billy had been chanting yeah, low and breathy—barely waited for the prompting questions and he was contorting his spine, twisting onto his stomach. Might’ve been an unfortunate meeting of knee and crotch if Steve hadn’t stood to make room.

It was one of those views that sent him soaring, instant vertigo: table supporting most of Billy’s weight, arms folded under his cheek, round ass hanging off the edge, bent legs parted, socked feet searching for purchase on the floor. Blue scalloped lace peeked just past the drape of the skirt. 

Pulse pounding, feeling reeled in by the hips, he nudged near, planted himself between Billy’s legs, mindless palms drawn to the globes of that ass, pillow soft, fumbling to push the skirt up, gathered at the small of his back.

Steve breathed a sigh, long and appreciative. “Can we make a rule that when you’re home, you’re always in panties?” Because goddamn—he’d never grow tired of this. How the cut accentuated his curves from behind, and from the front, so tenderly trapped his desperate, leaking need. Billy hummed, musing, and arched to lift his ass off the table, straight-up taunting. “Now, now,” Steve reproved—applied quelling pressure to the plug, and Billy moaned. “Be my patient girl.”

Almost clinical, he hooked the waistband, drew them low enough to expose the plug’s base, gleaming glass… bigger than he’d expected. “Showing off, huh?” he commented, grasping the toy to indulge in a gradual pull, and savored the wavering whine from pink, parted lips. “Let go, babe,” he urged. 

Billy bore down, the base shifting. Another slow tug, a relieved whimper, and the slicked rim bloomed wide, glass slipping by—slid free. 

The pervy puppet master who jerked his strings whenever he sank into this state prevented the plug from dropping to the braided rug below—placed it upright on the table instead, guided by a flash of foresight.

“Not gonna fuck you now,” he said. Only half-heard the groan of protest as he thumbed the hole, the normally tight furl visibly slackened—slid in up to the second knuckle with hardly any pressure. He tsked, commiserating. “I know—my good girl is so ready.” 

It was a question of which particular fantasy ruled the others at any given moment, really. And right now? Right now he wanted to hold off in favor of drilling him later. Wanted, at the same time, to test the lubricating capacity of a load of jizz in the ass. Wanted to plug his good girl up again, full yet utterly unsatisfied. 

And he saw a way to do that. Kill a couple birds with one stone. Kill a whole flock of birds.

Fishing his dick from his sweatpants, where he’d been making a steadily stickier mess since the moment Billy sat on his lap, he jerked himself, smearing precome down the shaft. “Don’t worry… I’ll give you something else. Something to keep warm.”

“Please,” Billy mewled, and Steve ground flush against him, wet cockhead plumbing the groove of his crack, catching on the swollen hole. He was so close already, on a hair trigger, and then his lips were forming filth—no filter.

“Want you to reach back.” Propped on one hand planted low on Billy’s back, Steve jacked it quick, aiming best he could as Billy obeyed. “Grab that pretty ass. Hold yourself open for me.”

Shaking fingers bit into plush skin, pulling, rosy entrance so inviting, on full display, and all it took was a couple tugs to spill—splatter his cheeks, empty hole gleaming, clenching on nothing.

Totally spent, equally lacking in coordination, Steve palmed an ass cheek—caught a trail of come in the webbing between forefinger and thumb… and swept it to Billy’s crack. Watched it drip on down to the furl, and, hypnotized, probed with his thumb, feeding his come into a hole that gripped around him, convulsive. Like it was swallowing. 

His girl had been making this faint, fluttery sound—a gasping inhale, weak stuttering exhale, pitchy and high. So Steve kept his mouth going, shushing, crooning praise as Billy took it all, took every drop spooned into him, never loosing his hold, not even when the tip of the plug prodded where he was red and aching—he had to be aching—not even when Steve lodged it deep as slow and gentle as he could.

He only let go when Steve told him to. Drew his arms in, folded tight along his sides, one fist tucked under his chin, and sighed, long and unspooling, while Steve pulled his panties up, smoothed his skirt back down.

“Think I need a lie down,” Steve murmured, firm fingers stroking Billy’s spine. “That breakfast really took it out of me.”

A wet, throaty chuckle, then Billy extended a beseeching hand. “I’m gonna need some help walking.”

“Offer m’lady an arm?” Steve suggested, looping him in a hug from behind to lever him upright. Billy was pretty much dead weight, head tipped back on Steve’s shoulder. 

“How about a wheelbarrow?” he mumbled, and Steve snickered. Kissed his neck.

.

He hadn’t planned to keep Billy waiting too long—for one thing, anything but the smallest plug wasn’t meant for extended use—but once they were cuddled in bed, trading lazy touches and the occasional whispered word, it was hard to keep track of anything except the warmth of Billy along his front, enveloped snug. They were turned on their sides, the blanket and sheets kicked to the foot of the bed, humidity already on the rise.

Steve must have drifted off at one point, jarred back to reality when blunt heat pressed his palm through rough fabric: Billy had dragged his hand down, rutting against it.

“Babe—” 

“Look,” Billy puffed, cutting off his feigned outrage. “Look at us.”

Still half adrift, it took Steve a sec to crane his head up, see what Billy saw… and saw them, in the mirror over the dresser. Billy lifted his top leg, and Steve understood—hitched his knee forward, insinuating, interlocking.

“My good girl’s waited long enough?” Steve surmised, propping himself on an elbow to watch their reflection—watch as Billy let go of Steve’s hand, trusting him to take over. “Want your prize?”

Billy arched, silently begging. Curious, Steve dipped under the skirt, where the satin was damp, rubbing almost frictionless over his cock.

“So wet,” Steve breathed, then thought to check. Nuzzling his ear: “We still playing high school sweethearts?”

“Yeah,” Billy said, voice small and tight, hips hitching. “Yeah.”

So Steve went for it—full virgin fantasy, one where the guy miraculously knew what he was doing. “You ever come before, babe?”

“No.” Eyes squeezed shut, Billy hid behind his hands. “Not supposed to—touch there. But—I want—”

“I can show you how,” Steve offered, rubbing circles at the crown. “Show you how to feel good.”

As Billy murmured please—truly the sweetest word from that mouth—Steve worked him through his panties, that just-right-not-quite-enough pressure and speed that edged him along by exquisite increments, from trembling, twitching, to teetering.

Steve was riveted, eyes roving the writhing body in the mirror—the strong shapely legs, the skirt splayed about his hips, abs flexing under a cropped tee ridden up so a dusky nipple peeked out when he shifted. One hand was cupped under his head, the other arm flung out on the bed. Lids were half-mast over those baby blues, lashes impossibly long, color high in his cheeks, golden curls tumbling loose from the bun, his rosy lips mouthing the air the way he did when he was close.

He was beautiful. So beautiful. Most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

Bending to speak low and hushed, his stare never leaving their image, his coaxing touch never stalling, Steve returned to the earlier ultimatum. “What if I really do—want you to be mine? Give you a ring? Put a—”

Billy curled liked he’d been punched, his face twisted, moaning, “Can I—can I—can I—”

“Yes—yeah.” Blurted it, all in a rush, euphoric, and with an agonized grunt, Billy came—so much, for so long, that the sticky wet seeped through the satin, the lace, to smear on his stomach, the skirt, the bedding beneath.

And Steve realized—he’d been asking for permission. Not asking to be his. Like that.

But then Billy turned, nosing into Steve’s chest. Seized the same hand that had worked him so good and cupped it to his belly. “If we actually could, would you really want to…?”

Like he’d taken a knife and flayed open his heart, stitched him back together. Felt just like that. Steve surged forward, kissing his cheeks, his neck, bowling Billy backward.

The yelp brought him up short, freezing before scrambling to all fours, reaching for his skirt. 

“Shit, sorry—we should probably—take that out.”

“You would, though?” Billy asked, parrying Steve’s arm even as he consented to be rolled onto his front. “You would—”

“Billy, I’d do anything with you.” The confession rang no less true for the thread of baffled laughter. “Anything. Everything.” He shook his head. “With you. For you. To you. I want to.”

It wasn’t even the first time he’d said something along those lines—All the time. Mine all the time—but it landed differently between them, just then. With finality. 

Billy blinked, a telling shimmer along his lashes. “You’d really… give me a ring?”

Steve smiled, helplessly fond. “If you want one,” he said, suddenly bashful. “I’m pretty invested in—giving you—making you—” Cringing, flushed to burning, he forced it out. “Happy.”

And then Billy looked choked up, and Steve was getting choked up, and given he still had to get the plug out of Billy’s butt before they accidentally did some lasting damage, he groped for his ass and some levity.

“I mean…” He chuckled, gesturing at the closet. “If you’re not too particular, I’ve got a whole set of rings for you in there.” As intended, Billy shot a speculative glance at the indicated hiding spot, and Steve couldn’t help himself. Leaning in, secretive: “Not the type that goes on your finger.”

Billy snorted when the penny dropped, rolling his eyes. “Unbelievable.” 

Steve shrugged, dramatically unbothered, and set to work on the plug, going slow. “If you’re not interested in those, I can totally return them—”

“No.” Hissing at the pressure, Billy shook his head. “No, that’s not… necessary.”

“Well, all right, then.” One last, steady tug, and the plug was out, shining with translucent white. “I’ll go clean this—”

The whine was so sharp that it took Steve a moment to hear the embedded word: “Later.” Yanking Steve to the mattress with the speed of a striking snake, Billy reminded him of their previous terms. “I said if you got me a ring, then you could—” Shifting, pulling, he managed to drape Steve half on top of him. “So now you have to…”

“Oh, I have to, huh?” 

“If you want to,” Billy amended. 

Steve nudged his grin into waves of blond. “I want to.”

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NOW WITH FINAL CHAPTER: I Know That He Loves Me Any Way

#there's like one more chapter #then this is done #my first angst-free fic???? #roommates in love #harringrove #harringrovekinktober2k23 #billy hargrove #good boy billy hargrove #good girl billy hargrove #billy contains multitudes #soft dom steve harrington

[littlelonelyone]

Why me? (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Reader Cries, George is a jerk.

Description: Reader doesn’t know why George dislikes her so much. Could it be a ploy to hide his feelings that he won’t acknowledge?

1. “I’m trying so hard to hate you…” “…Why?”

2. “I mean look at you…”

“GEORGE WEASLEY YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A WIZARD!” I screamed at the younger twin after he pranked me for the 4th time in just 1 week.

On Monday, he and Fred had replaced the candy I got from Honeydukes that weekend with ton-tongue toffee. I didn’t even check what I was handing out to my friends (which I immediately regret) until the first victim screamed so loud, it caused Neville to faint right in the middle of the common room.

On Tuesday, he managed to add a charm to my potions homework that had similar effects as the Marauders Map. So when I handed in a empty sheet of paper, Snape called me out in front of the entire class saying how I was incompetent and lazy. On top of that he had deducted 20 points from Gryffindor which made all my peers groan in annoyance. Fred & George just sat at the back of the class sniggering to each other.

On Thursday, I sat down for lunch with my friends and when I was in the midst of telling a story, the food in front of me suddenly exploded and I was covered in it. At that point, I was feeling defeated.

So that bring us to today, which was Saturday. I loved Saturdays because I always had a routine that I stuck with. I would wake up then clean the mess I made the previous day. After that, I would go take a bath and get myself ready for the day. I never really wore makeup during the weekday but the weekend was when I liked to have fun and dress up, a nice change from the uniforms we had to wear 24/7.

Anyways, as I was walking down to breakfast with a smile on my face (not even a Weasley could ruin my mood) I was approached by the sweetest guy at Hogwarts and my good friend, Cedric Diggory.

“Hey (Y/N), you look like you’re ready to take on the day!” He laughed which made me grin. “You bet and now that i’ve seen you, I know that my day is going to be 100% better.” I jokingly flirted which caused him to laugh even louder. Cedric & I had been pretty close ever since we got partnered up for a project in Herbology, we learned so much about each other and after that we decided to stay close and would hang out often.

“So what are the plans for today I wonder?” “Oh you know, same old Saturday routine, I was actually on my way to breakfast, care to join?” I asked him. Cedric nodded then linked our arms. One thing that I really loved about him was the fact that we could be affectionate with each other and it was just a normal thing for us. The two of us were lost in conversation when suddenly we were separated from one another in the most obnoxious way.

As if on cue, knowing that this is the time I would be heading to the Great Hall, George Weasley had ran right through us like he was playing a game of Red Rover. Laughing his loud laugh and I gritted my teeth as I watched him run in the direction of the Great Hall. “What an asshole!” I exclaimed. Cedric kind of just exhaled in irritation. “I wish he would leave you alone, it’s always something with him and I hate to see you angry. It just isn’t you (Y/N)!” He stated. I looked down at the floor because I wished for the same thing. Without another word, I linked our arms once again and carried on with our walk.

Once we got to the Great Hall I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Cedric on the cheek. We parted ways to sit with our houses. Little did I know, George was watching that entire exchange happen with a frown on his face. Continuing to keep his eyes on me as I made my way to my seat. I greeted my friends with a big smile and carried on with adding different things to my plate. Suddenly a flying piece of fruit had hit me right in the cheek, I looked over at the culprit. George.

“What’s your problem Weasley?!” I yelled from where I was sitting. He had a look of pride on his face. “Nothing (Y/L/N)! Just thought you would like some fruit with your breakfast.” He was holding a spoon which I assumed he used as a catapult to hit me with said fruit. He turned to Fred and high-fived him. I didn’t respond and went back to eating my breakfast. Like I said before, not even a Weasley could ruin my day.

After I finished my food, I said goodbye to my friends and skipped out of the hall. I was headed towards the astronomy tower, I really liked relaxing up there and enjoyed the view. Once again, I didn’t notice George watching me as I made my exit. Neither did I see him discussing what was to be his next big prank on me.

~

I had spent all morning up in the astronomy tower, leaning over the edge and taking in the fresh air. There was nothing more that I liked than spending time alone in peace and quiet.

“Oh hey (Y/N), I thought I would find you here.” It was Oliver Wood. “Hi Oliver, you were looking for me?” I was confused, Wood and I had only ever greeted each other when passing by in the halls or when we had a class together but we never actually had a conversation with one another.

“Yeah actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.. a date.. with me..” I immediately looked at his face. “M-Me?” “Yeah I always thought about asking you out before, I just didn’t have any courage but you know what, you only live once right?” Oliver was now smiling at me. My stomach began to turn out of nervousness. I actually never dated before, I did have people asking me out in the past but I never went through with it because I was scared or was always too focused on school, but now I think I was ready for it.

“Wow, really Oliver? I would actually really like to go on a date with you..” I was beginning to get shy and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Great! Meet me down in the courtyard in about 2 hours. I’ll be waiting and then we can head out.” I nodded in agreement and then he turned to leave. Once I made sure he was gone I did a little happy dance. Oliver Wood was pretty cute so I didn’t mind my first date being with him. With one last squeal, I quickly left the astronomy tower and headed to my dorm so I could get ready.

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I had decided on a white blouse with flowers embroidered across the collar and blue jeans. I had put my hair in a half ponytail and left the rest of my hair down. I didn’t wanna be dressed too fancy yet too casual so I thought my outfit was perfect. I wore light makeup and put in my favourite pair of dangly earrings. I took one last look in the mirror and smiled. My mood today was amazing, I actually managed to avoid George today and it proved how smoothly my days went whenever I wasn’t around the ginger haired boy. But why was I suddenly thinking about him?

The time had come for me to meet Oliver in the courtyard and I couldn’t hide my excitement. I was happily skipping while lost in thought, so I didn’t even notice the bucket overtop the entrance of the courtyard or Fred & George who were hiding in the tree.

The moment I stepped into the courtyard, I immediately regret agreeing to the date. I should’ve known when someone who was on a team with the Weasley Twins suddenly asked me to go somewhere with them, that it was just an excuse to trick me into going through yet another sick prank. Without noticing the invisible string in front of me, I stepped forward and triggered it which caused the bucket above me to wobble and topple over then I was covered in syrup and feathers. Right on cue, the twins jumped out of the tree doubling over in laughter. “LOOKING GOOD FOR YOUR DATE THERE (Y/L/N)!” George teased.

I stood still just biting my lip, trying not to cry. I never cried but after holding in so much pent up anger and sadness, I was tired. Tired of being pranked day by day and constantly being on edge. I wish I didn’t agree to the date. I should’ve stayed alone today. As long as the Weasley Twins were around, as long as George was around, I knew I’d always be miserable. A choked sob finally managed to escape my lips and I looked around at the students.

Everyone was pointing and laughing at me but I didn’t care. My eyes searched for George. There he stood by the tree with his arms crossed, the most irritating smirk displayed across his face as he stared at me. I marched right up to him and without another word, I smacked him so hard it echoed throughout the courtyard and everyone turned silent. Everyone watched.

“GEORGE WEASLEY YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A WIZARD, I HATE YOU! JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU MAKE ME HATE EVERYTHING I ENJOY, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE A FUCKING HINT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” I was furious. George was taken back and I couldn’t help but notice the way he looked back at me, like there was a hint of regret hiding behind those eyes but AS IF George Weasley could ever have any regrets, especially when it came to me. He knows he’s capable of making someone feel like shit.

“(Y/N)… I-“ I didn’t let him speak. “NO SHUT UP! YOU KNOW WHAT GEORGE? AT ONE POINT WE COULD HAVE BEEN FRIENDS BUT WHY DO YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU AND FRED? I TRY SO HARD FOR EVERYBODY, I TREAT EVERYONE WITH RESPECT, I DON’T BOTHER ANYBODY SO WHY DO YOU INSIST ON MAKING MY LIFE HELL!?” I was now full on crying. I was so angry and nothing could make me calm down at the moment. With another sob, I pushed passed Fred & George and made my way back to my dorm. I hated George Weasley and his stupid brother. I hated that they made me seem so uptight whenever I was pranked. The truth is I used to really like George and would enjoy his pranks. Somewhere along the lines though, the pranks began happening to me and I slowly started to dislike them and George.

I cleaned myself up with a spell and changed into comfy clothes. Tears blurred my vision. I had never been so hurt before. Suddenly. I heard a knock at the door. I immediately jumped into bed and hid under the covers, I could not deal with anybody right now. My door opened and I sunk deeper into the bed. Then I felt the bed dip next to me and a deep sigh. It was him.

“Look at me (Y/N).” Georges voice cracked. I shook my head not trusting my voice right now. “Please (Y/N)… We should talk.” That pissed me off. I jolted up and pressed a finger to his chest. “WE don’t have to talk about anything, there is no WE. It’s just you George. ALL YOU.” I slumped back into the covers. “If you won’t talk, please just listen.” I didn’t answer so he kept going.

“Look I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry I let this go on for so long it’s just…. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but I didn’t know how to approach you, you are this girl who is kind to everyone, you have such a nice personality and you make people love life. You have so many people by your side and I just envy you. Whenever I see you around, you always have this smile on your face and it makes me wonder how someone can be so happy and it pissed me off.” He chuckled a little. “I thought I wanted to be like you…. but I think I just wanted to be with you instead.” I tensed up at this sudden confession. “I know that you’re probably confused on how much I bullied you and pranked you but it was just me being angry towards you because of how you treated Diggory compared to me. Even though he most definitely earned it…. You don’t know how badly I wanted to be the one you clung to when walking around the school. How badly I wanted to be the one you kissed on the cheek before we parted. To be the one you looked up at with those doe eyes that I love so much. You have this gentle aura about you and I really don’t have an excuse to why I tormented you other than wanting your attention…” It was now silent. My heart was pounding and I felt like he could hear it. In his stupid George Weasley way, it kind of made sense.

“I’m trying so hard to hate you…” “…Why?” I cut him off and finally spoke. During that last part I could hear his desperation. I removed myself from the covers and sat up, staring at him. He stared back then eventually looked down in shame. He really did feel something towards me. I could always look at someone and read their emotions on their face, especially George who had always been expressive. He suddenly looked back up and began to speak while he stared into my eyes and I couldn’t seem to look away. “Because then I wouldn’t have to be in love with you..” I began holding my breath out of shock. George Weasley was in love with me?

“You’re in love with me George?” I whispered. I was now staring at him rather intently. He began to slowly nod and I watched as his eyes moved and seemed to take in every feature of my face. “I mean look at you…” This made my face turn as red as his hair and I looked away. He hesitantly reached out and put his hand on my chin, guiding me back to look at him. “Look at you.” He said one last time and then he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I stared at his as they closed. I softly puckered my lips and squeezed my eyes shut. This was my first kiss. George was my first kiss. George Weasley, the boy who picked on me forever told me he loved me and now he was kissing me.

Georges eyes opened once he realized the girl he was so desperately pining over was kissing him back. He couldn’t help but smile at her expression. So innocent. He moved his hands to her cheeks and they proceeded to kiss slow and sensually. Finally they pulled away and stared at each other.

“GOD! You’re such an idiot George!” I groaned and shoved a pillow in his face and held it there. I couldn’t let him see my face right now, I was so embarrassed. I didn’t regret the kiss or anything, I said he was an idiot for not coming up to me and talking to me like a normal person would. But I guess George wasn’t normal and I think it was a big reason why I didn’t just cut contact with him. As much as I hated the pranks, George made my boring life interesting and I really couldn’t imagine a world where I didn’t bicker with him.

I kept pushing the pillow against him until he fell back on my bed and I was now leaning on his chest. “Now it’s your turn to listen to me.” I began to speak. “I wish you would have just spoke to me in the beginning because it would have saved us so much time and fighting with each other.” I felt him nod at that statement. “You’re going to have a lot of work to do if you want to prove yourself to me. If you love me, show me in the right way. Show me what you were hiding from me all these years, spill everything. I want to feel what you felt…” George removed the pillow then sat up and pulled me so I was straddling his lap. He took my hands and placed them against his heart. It was beating so fast. My breath hitched a little and the blush I so desperately wanted to hide from him came back to my face.

“(Y/N) if you accept me, I am going to show you everyday how much love I have for you, I will let my actions prove how sorry I am. How I will do anything for us to start with a clean slate. I will announce it to the Great Hall that it was just a ploy for me to be near you. Just please, please give me a chance… And the whole thing with Cedric, I will look the other way. Leave him (Y/N), I want to be with you..” The way he watched me and waited for my answer with a terrified look on his face made my heart beat just as fast as his was. Although the comment about Cedric was ridiculous and I began to giggle and hid my face in his neck.

“Should I take it as a bad thing that I just poured my heart out to you and you are now laughing at me?” George grumbled. “You’re such an idiot George..” I laughed and started to talk again, playing with the collar of his shirt. “Cedric & I are just friends but he’s my best friend and he treats me really good. I promise, it’s nothing. To be honest he has a crush on Cho Chang.” “Oh? Well I feel kind of dumb right now.” He nervously laughed and scratched the back of his head. I shook my head “No, you had no way of knowing so don’t say that.” I replaced his hand with mine and played with the hair at the back of his head.

“George listen… about what I said before? I don’t hate you. I don’t want you to stay away from me or leave me alone… I want to try this. I want you. I believe you.” Suddenly his body relaxed, I didn’t realize he was so tense. Before I could continue speaking, he pushed me backwards on my bed and climbed above me, connecting our lips once again. This time the way he kissed me, I could feel everything he told me. I could feel how much he loved me and how much he wanted to do this. I pulled away and flipped us over so I was sitting on him. I pressed my finger against his chest and put on my best angry face.

“But if you EVER prank me again, you will regret it!” I threatened. He nodded and bit his lip. “From now on, I am going to treat you so good you won’t wanna leave my side.” With that, we laid back down and began to cuddle and talked until we both fell asleep.

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[mountain-in-springtime]

in a song

pairing: jake x reader | word count: ~3.3k | warnings: kissing??? | my masterlist

summary: jake and the reader have been best friends for years, but when they realize that their feelings may go beyond that, will they confess their love, or will the fear of losing their friendship get in the way?

author’s note: okay so i’ve been having the idea for this fic in my mind for at least a year or two so i’m thrilled to finally have it written out and share it with you guys. i’m overall really proud of how it came out, and i hope you guys really enjoy it! <3 also it's based off of the song "i'll have to say i love you in a song" by jim croce, which i have linked below.

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You and Jake became best friends in middle school. Your family had just moved to Frankenmuth, and it was hard for you to meet new people. Sure, you had talked to a few kids between classes, but it was nothing that went beyond a couple of questions about where you were from or what’s for homework. It wasn’t that your classmates ignored you or weren’t interested or anything, you were just a really shy kid who had a hard time adjusting. Until you met Jake. 

You remember it like it was yesterday. You were bored out of your mind, listening to your math teacher drone on through problem after problem when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see your soon-to-be best friend leaning over his desk, staring up at you with big brown eyes. 

“Hey,” he whispered, “I really like your button.” He pointed at the small image of Jimi Hendrix pinned to your bookbag. You quickly glanced down at it, and then looked back at him. 

“Oh, thanks.” You replied with a smile. You began to turn back towards the front of the class when his hand shot out to your shoulder again. 

“Me and my brothers are gonna listen to a bunch of my dad’s old records after school. You wanna come?” He looked up at you, waiting for an answer. When you looked a bit indecisive, he quickly added, “we have some Hendrix records. And some Zeppelin and Beatles ones too if you listen to that.” 

You thought it over for a moment. You didn’t know the boy, but then again, you didn’t really know anybody yet. He seemed nice enough, and you needed to make friends at some point, so why not now? You shrugged and finally answered. “Sure. Where do you guys live?” 

“Just meet me out in front of the school after the last bell. We can walk there together,” he responded. You nodded and went to turn around again but were stopped when the boy held out his hand. “I’m Jake, by the way. The dork sitting behind Carly over there is my twin brother Josh. You’ll get to meet him after school.” You took his hand, shaking it and telling him your name. Jake smiled and gave you a quick, “Cool. See you after class,” before leaning back in his desk and scribbling down the answers from the board. 

From that day on, you and Jake were attached at the hip. You spent all of your free time hanging out with him and his brothers, and they quickly became a second family to you. They were part of all of your favorite memories just as you were a part of theirs. And as you grew together, so did your friendship. Jake got to see you come out of your shell, and you got to see him chase his dreams with his brothers at his side. You could be seen at the front row of every gig, singing along and supporting your friends. You were their number one fan. 

Things inevitably changed a bit when their careers really started to take off, though. It was great to see your boys making a name for themselves, but it was hard to be away from them so often. It was especially difficult to not have Jake around. You made the most of it though, traveling to see him whenever you could and going to whatever shows you could make it to. Still, nothing beat having your best friend at home, especially when it became an increasingly rare occurrence. That’s why you were so happy when he told you that he would be back in Frankenmuth for the next two months. The band had wrapped up their tour, and their newest album was finally finished, so they were headed home for a well-deserved break. You could hardly wait to see them. 

You had gone with Jake’s family to pick him and the boys up at the airport. The minute you two locked eyes, you sprinted over, pulling him into a hug so strong it nearly knocked him to the ground. You wordlessly held him for a few moments until he let go and looked at you, a huge smile plastered across his face. “So I guess you missed me, huh?” he joked. 

“Eh, maybe a little bit,” you answered with a shrug and roll of your eyes. The two of you burst into a fit of laughter, which was soon interrupted by Josh slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Geez, and what am I, chopped liver?” he said with feigned jealousy.

You giggled, throwing your arms around him. “Of course not, Joshy. I missed all of you guys.” 

He hugged you back. “Good, because we missed you, too. Besides, you can’t go around giving Jakey all of the attention. It goes to his head, you know,” he lowered his voice to a loud whisper, “I think this rockstar lifestyle is starting to change him.”

You smiled softly and turned to see Jake hugging his parents, clearly thrilled to see them again. “Nah,” you responded, “he’s always the same Jake.”

Josh simply nodded in agreement and gave you one last hug before joining his twin. Sam and Danny soon arrived, and you greeted them with an embrace that more closely resembled a tackle, telling them how much you missed them. They returned the sentiment and after a bit of catching up, everyone piled into Karen’s vehicle, ready to go home. The boys entertained you with stories from the tour and recording studio the whole car ride, and everyone was still talking and laughing as you poured out of the car and into the Kiszka home. 

After the three Kiszka boys unpacked their suitcases, you made a quick stop at the Wagners’, allowing Danny to drop off his bags and greet his family. Once that was all done, you headed down to a local diner for lunch. The conversation seemed to flow between you in a never-ending stream as the boys tried to share every detail of their time away with you and you tried to catch them up on everything they had missed in Frankenmuth. 

You eventually left the diner, and everyone began to figure out their plans for the afternoon. Danny was going to head to his parents’ house so that he could spend some time with his family. Josh and Sam were both going to hang out with some old friends before coming back to dinner at their house. That meant you and Jake had the next few hours to yourself, which you were equally excited for and nervous about, in all honesty. 

It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable around Jake. That probably isn’t even possible at this point. You felt so comfortable with Jake. You knew him better than you knew yourself, and he knew you better than anyone else. But as you both got older, you noticed a change in how you felt toward Jake. Where he used to just be your awkward best friend who made you laugh and shared his music with you, he now became a cool, confident guitarist who was setting the world on fire with his talent. He was the same sweet, lovable guy you always knew, but now he was a ridiculously handsome rockstar to boot. He’s practically perfect. How could you not fall in love with him? And that was the problem. You were desperately trying to not fall in love with Jake, and it was proving impossible. 

It was easier when the other guys were around. All the noise and chaos that they brought along with them could keep you distracted from how Jake’s eyes were enough to make you weak in the knees or how his smile could make you swoon at the drop of a hat. But when you and Jake were alone, there were fewer distractions. Actually, there were none at all.

So here you are, sitting on the Kiszkas’ couch, watching a movie with your best friend, and trying your hardest not to think about how close he is or how much you love the way his nose crinkles when he laughs or any of the other things that made him absolutely irresistible. 

After a while, you started to get more invested in the movie, finally letting your feelings for Jake slip your mind, at least for a little while. You subconsciously sank deeper into the couch, getting more comfortable as the film went on, and as the credits rolled, you realized that you were securely nestled into Jake’s side. Your head was resting on his chest, and his arm was slung across your shoulders. You felt your cheeks heat up as you slowly turned your head to look at him. To your surprise, he was already looking at you, a lazy smile painted across his features. Too afraid to break the silence, you didn’t say a word, opting to just hold his gaze and attempt a weak smile. It was then that Jake finally spoke up.

“Hey,” he said in a near-whisper, “I really missed you.” 

Your smile grew as you answered, “I missed you too.”

Jake continued to look at you, his eyes roaming your face and seemingly scanning every feature as if he were committing them to memory. “Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” he finally asked, a hint of shyness in his voice.

You slowly shook your head in response and felt yourself lean in closer, and you could almost swear Jake was doing the same. But just before you could close the gap between you, the door opened, making the two of you jump apart. Josh and Sam came into the room, too caught up in laughing at whatever conversation they were having to notice how close you and Jake were mere seconds ago. You mentally thanked them for that. 

“Hey, guys!” Sam said, walking over and plopping down on the couch between you and Jake. You both mumbled quiet greetings, making Sam raise an eyebrow. “Wait did we interrupt something? Because I’m getting a weird vibe right now.” You and Jake quickly answered in the negative, but Sam still seemed skeptical. “You sure?” he asked. 

“Yeah, we were just trying to decide if we wanted to watch another movie,” you replied, hoping that your explanation was convincing enough. It must have been, because Sam changed the subject, filling you and Jake in on the events of his afternoon. Josh was soon chiming in, sharing how he spent the last few hours and cracking his usual cheesy jokes. The four of you fell into comfortable conversation, and you were honestly glad to have the extra company. The tension between you and Jake had felt thicker than ever earlier, and it terrified you. Tension that thick had the potential to turn into something that could change your friendship forever, and that was too special to lose.

As these thoughts took over your mind, you were soon brought back to reality by Jake’s voice paired with his hand waving in front of your face. “Hello?” he called, “anybody home?” You gave your head a quick shake before meeting his eyes. He let out a small chuckle. “There you are. C’mon, dinner’s ready,” he told you, beckoning for you to follow him into the dining room. 

You joined Jake and his family at the table, which was filled with plates of the boys’ favorite foods. It was all delicious, and you could tell that Karen had worked hard to make a special meal for her sons. The dinner table was silent, a rare occurrence for the Kiszka home, as everyone was too busy scarfing down their food to attempt a real conversation. After everyone had finished eating, you and Jake helped clean up, washing the dishes and saving up any leftovers that remained. You mostly worked in silence, simply content to be in each other’s company. Occasionally, you would make eye contact and share a small smile or crack a joke and give in to a small fit of giggles. As you were finishing up the dishes, Jake tapped your shoulder. “Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked, reaching for his keys. 

You nodded, drying your hands, “Sure, just let me say goodbye to everyone.” He gave you a thumbs up, and you made your way around the house, hugging everybody and promising to come over for breakfast in the morning. You waved one last goodbye before walking out the door, Jake following close behind.

You let out a contented sigh as you began the ride home, and a comfortable silence fell between you for a few moments until Jake cleared his throat and began to speak. “Hey, uh, about what happened after the movie today-”

“It’s fine, Jake,” you cut him off, “I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Well, wait, I just wanted to tell you-” he tried to start, but you stopped him again.

“Jake, I’m serious. I’d rather not talk about it, okay?” 

“Okay,” he resigned, looking a bit defeated, “I’m sorry I brought it up.” He turned the vehicle into your driveway.

“It’s okay,” you said, opening up the door and hopping out of the car, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, sounds good” He nodded and gave you a weak smile as you shut the door. You walked to your front door and gave him one last wave goodbye before going inside. You felt terrible. Why’d you have to be so dismissive? He clearly wanted to talk to you, and you didn’t even hear him out. But then again, what good would it have done? Unless what he had to say was along the lines of, “I’m madly in love with you. Let’s be together forever,” your friendship would never be the same, and you definitely didn’t want that. You didn’t know what to do. It was like a million voices and thoughts were flying around your mind in a million different directions. All you could think to do was try your hardest to not think about it at all. You tried to do just about everything you could to distract yourself. You scrolled on your phone, listened to music, and even tried to start reading a new book. But no matter what you did, all of your thoughts traveled back to Jake. You couldn’t shake him even if you wanted to. Admitting your defeat, you decided to just go to bed and hope to fall asleep as quickly as possible. Thankfully, your prayers were answered, and your eyes drifted closed not long after your head hit the pillow. 

After only a couple of hours of rest, you were woken up by a light tapping noise. You sat up, looking for the source of the sound. It repeated, this time louder, and you whipped your head in its direction. It seemed to be coming from your window. You reluctantly climbed out of bed and went to investigate. Once you had reached the glass, you immediately saw what was making the noise. Standing there at your window, at nearly midnight, was your best friend. He shot you a small wave as you came to open the window. 

“Jake, it’s almost midnight; what are you doing here?” you asked, your voice still raspy with sleep.

“I had to come see you,” he replied, “I have something to show you.” He raised his arm to reveal the acoustic guitar he had brought with him. 

You let out a sigh. “Jake, I’m glad that you want to share your songs with me, but I’d rather you show me what you’ve been writing in the morning, okay?” you said in a slightly frustrated tone.

“This isn’t one of my new songs,” he corrected, “It’s something different. Just please let me in. I have to show you.”

You stood there for a moment and then moved to the side, letting him climb in through the window. “I do have a front door, y’know. You don’t have to climb in here like a teenager,” you quipped. 

He grabbed his guitar and sat at the edge of your bed before replying, “Oh please, I’m bringing a sense of youthful adventure to your life.”

“Yeah,” you retorted, “like that’s something I need. Now what’s this big important thing you had to show me, mister?” You plopped onto your bed and looked at Jake expectantly.

You couldn’t be sure in the dark, but you could swear his cheeks reddened. “Oh,” he started, “it’s, um, it’s a song. It’s not one that I wrote, but I just need to show it to you. So, uh, here goes I guess.” He took a deep breath and cleared his throat before beginning to strum. As annoyed as you were to be woken up in the middle of the night, you had to admit that you loved hearing Jake play. He was so talented, and it always put you at peace to hear him gently plucking away at the strings. After a few bars, Jake began to sing, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach and tears form in your eyes. 

Well, I know it’s kinda late

I hope I didn’t wake you

But what I got to say can’t wait

I know you’d understand

‘Cause every time I tried to tell you

The words just came out wrong

So I’ll have to say “I love you” in a song

It was one of your favorite songs, and coming from Jake it sounded infinitely beautiful and more true and alive than ever before. He played with his eyes closed, almost as if he were scared to open them. His hands moved across the guitar, and his voice filled your room until the song was over. Then he slowly opened his eyes to see your reaction.

Completely overcome, all you could muster was a teary, “Oh, Jake.” 

He quickly averted his eyes and began to get up. “That was weird, right?” he asked. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have-” But before he could continue you grabbed his shirt, pulling him into you and connecting your lips with his. Your hands moved up to comb through his hair as his travelled to the small of your back, pulling you close to him with all the desperation in his being. The two of you slowly moved to lay against your bed, continuing to trace your hands across each other as you finally unleashed the love you had been holding back for so many years. When you came up for air, you rested your foreheads together, giddy smiles spread across your faces. Jake passed his thumb across your cheek, wiping away your remaining tears. Then he breathed out the words you’d been waiting to hear your entire life: “I love you.” You could hardly believe it. Jake, your Jake, your handsome, perfect Jake, loved you. He really loved you. 

You let out a soft giggle, “I love you, too. I think I always have.” 

His smile grew even wider as he pulled you in for another quick, but no less meaningful kiss. “Me too,” he said in a near-whisper, “Ever since we first met. You’ve always been the one for me.” 

Your face broke into the biggest smile as you threw your arms around him and buried your face into his chest, letting out a muffled, “I’m so glad you’re back, Jakey.” 

He let out a chuckle, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let out a contented hum, nuzzling your head into his chest and eventually falling asleep. Jake wasn’t far behind, whispering another “I love you,” before drifting off to sleep with the love of his life in his arms. Finally.

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You Need Only Ask

Garreth Weasley x Ominis Gaunt

Christmas Special

Tags: fluff | slice of life | past trauma | light angst 5.3k words

Summary: Garreth is determined to make Christmas extra special for Ominis and Sebastian, with a bit of Weasley hospitality.

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A/n: Technically chapter eight, yet could be read as a standalone because it's just slice of life stuff. Ominis and Garreth are very much in love and share a flat with Sebastian, that's the plot. This is the second fic I've written this year with a Weasley family Christmas, albeit a different generation. What can I say, it's comforting.

Christmas was a joyous occasion, or so Ominis had been told. He supposed the festivities could be fun in a place like Hogwarts, and the food rather marvellous, but for the most part he despised the holiday and all its associations. His hatred set him apart from the rest of his colleagues, who decorated their office with gaudy garlands and an offensively large fir tree that always seemed to snag on his clothes. This was but another trait to thank his wonderful family for. As wizards and muggles alike had settled into their cosy traditions, Tiberius Gaunt had much more sinister motivations. He used the celebrations as an opportunity to lure unsuspecting Muggles, inebriated and distracted, to their manor with promises of extravagance for the festive season. Homeless men and women were offered shelter, food, and drink, all in the name of good will.

These were Ominis' victims.

His source of deepest shame, and the screams he heard in his worst nightmares.

For months he'd been dreading the invitation he knew would be coming, and on the first of December no less it arrived. Not by owl, but by Garreth bounding into their flat and announcing it to Ominis and Sebastian, to be met only with silence. The pair had been quietly reading in the living room, an armchair each and heads buried in their own books, only to be startled out of their concentration by the exuberant redhead. Garreth stammered at their lack of response, but ever the optimist and always keen for a party, he decided to try to change their minds. 

“Oh, come on! Do you really want to hang around here for Christmas on our own?”

“Actually, yes,” Ominis said.

“There’ll be loads of food, mum makes the best mince pies. Wait until you’ve tried the pudding! I’ll bet she’d make roast beef for you too, Ominis…”

“I wouldn't mind…”

“There, Sebastian’s already on board!”

Ominis calmly tucked a bookmark between the pages and stowed his wand, placing the hardback next to him as he gathered his thoughts. Of course Sebastian knew exactly why Ominis was so hesitant. He’d told his best friend many years ago, though only once and never again. After that, Sebastian had insisted that Ominis spend his Christmas holidays with him in Feldcroft. This was Ominis’ first festive season with Garreth, and there were still things he’d not yet revealed about his family; whether through shame or because the right opportunity hadn’t presented itself, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have, yet there was no hiding from it now.

“Sebastian, can we have some privacy?” Ominis asked quietly.

He didn't hear his friend reply, met only the shuffle of paper, the shift of weight off the creaking armchair and footsteps receding into silence.

“What’s wrong?” Garreth asked as soon as the door shut behind Sebastian.

He sounded worried, and Ominis felt a surge of guilt for having dampened his spirits so quickly and thoroughly. 

“Sit next to me?”

He was soon enveloped by Garreth’s warmth, large hands wrapping his and the press of a firm thigh as he squeezed himself into the chair. Ominis rearranged himself to be practically on Garreth’s lap, not minding the closeness as he barely managed to whisper his explanation.

“I haven’t celebrated Christmas for…well, for as long as I can remember. As a child, my family only used it as an excuse for their sick little games. What celebration could be complete without Muggle torture, after all?”

Ominis exhaled deeply and let out a shaky sigh, recalling the very worst of those memories whilst Garreth waited patiently. His hands were sweaty.

“I remember the Christmas before I went to Hogwarts most vividly. Perhaps my family knew that it would be my last in their company. I never…participated as willingly as my brother. They made sure that I did that year. Christmas Eve, the very last time I cast the cruciatus curse.”

Ominis' shudder seemed to shake the furniture and Garreth gripped him tighter, almost suffocating him with his concern. Ominis thought he might just throw up after confessing such a thing, expecting Garreth to sprint out of the door of their shared home, to never return. Sometimes he thought that it was what he deserved; no matter how much he atoned for his sins, some things could never be forgiven. Garreth had a pure heart, and it was a testament to just how good he was that he didn't hesitate to turn Ominis' face to meet him, their foreheads pressing together as if he were trying to wordlessly absorb Ominis' pain.

“I’m so sorry, my love. That's…disgusting. And you were just a child...”

“You see why my association with Christmas isn't quite normal.”

“I do, but I want to change that.”

“Garreth…”

“Christmas is about family, and being with the people you love. You're…you're my family now, and I want to spend it with you, as it should be. You deserve so much more than what your family gave you…”

Ominis’ heart swelled in his chest, the love he had for Garreth threatening to overflow and smother his niggling doubt and trepidation. It meant so much to Garreth, ever the family man—how could Ominis keep him from them, or worse, make him choose?

“I can't promise I'll be entirely present.”

“I understand. If you want to leave, we can. I know my mum wants to see you, and Sebastian…she's been banging on about it in her owls for weeks now.”

Ominis smiled despite himself. Feeling wanted was a rather new experience, one which he didn't plan to snub.

“I'll come, Garreth.”

Ominis was promptly wrapped up in Garreth's arms, his face nestled amongst wild curls laced with his familiarly spicy scent.  He was right, of course—this strange little trio was Ominis' family now, and the Weasleys had all but adopted him into their clan. If anyone could convince him that Christmas was worth celebrating, it was them.

-

Garreth has started counting the days to Christmas as soon as Ominis had accepted his mum's invitation. He had work to do now, to make Garreth's favourite time of year Ominis' too. Whilst he had grand plans for new brews (and rent to pay besides), he dedicated every spare minute doing all the things he associated with the festive season. Having heard Ominis' frequent grumblings about ‘that damned tree’ at work, he'd decided a little work was in order for that particular tradition. 

“What in Merlin's name is that?”

Ah, Sebastian was home, then.

The tired auror-in-training limped into the living room as Garreth was finishing the final touches to his masterpiece and the mince pies he'd baked cooled on the windowsill. They were slightly burnt, but only because he'd been so distracted by what stood in front of him.

“What's wrong with you?” Garreth asked, noticing the way Sebastian was walking. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks. It stinks in here, what did you burn?”

Sebastian flopped into an armchair, loosening his waistcoat and ruffling his hair whilst trying to mask the grimace as his leg bent at an awkward angle.

“Nothing, probably a sprain. I haven't had a chance to do anything about it until now,” he replied, pulling out his wand. “Anyway, you've not answered me—what is that?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like a bloody great tree in the middle of our living room. I thought Ominis said no tree.”

“Yes but this one has a cushioning and repellant charm around it so it won't snag on his clothes! I've also enchanted it to stay fresh without water.”

Garreth sniffed the air and sighed. “That fresh fir smell…”

Sebastian was busy muttering a healing charm over his ankle, paying no attention to Garreth's ramblings. Clearly he had his work cut out for him when it came to getting his flatmates into the Christmas spirit.

“I don't know why you've gone to so much trouble,” he finally said.

“Because, it's exciting. Doing all this…it's not just for me. Did you not celebrate when you were younger?”

“When I was much younger, when my parents were still alive…”

Sebastian stared at the floor, deep in thought, and Garreth waited as he clearly had more to say. He placed his wand in his pocket and perched next to his plate of mince pies, staving off the desire to nibble on the pastry.

“Christmas was always so magical as a kid, with Anne…it hasn't been the same since I lost my family. Me and Ominis, we just try to forget.”

“I can take this all down if you want…”

“No, leave it. It's actually nice. Doesn't feel quite as weird as putting them up in Feldcroft.”

Garreth nodded, fighting back the urge to hug Sebastian—that would have been a step too far even for their growing friendship. Instead, he picked up the plate next to him and walked over to where Sebastian was now slumped, looking just about done with the day despite the early hour.

“Mince pie?” Garreth offered with a warm smile.

Sebastian took one and without even a second to inspect it, took a large bite out of the pie, pastry flaking onto his smart black suit. There was a time when he'd refuse anything Garreth offered him for fear of being spiked with some experimental potion. Sebastian's trust meant a lot to Garreth, and not only because it meant a lot to Ominis.

“Mm-…this is really good.”

“Always the tone of surprise,” Garreth chuckled.

-

On Christmas Day, unexpectedly, Ominis woke first. He drifted into consciousness still clinging to a dream that faded with every groggy second; something comforting and sweet that had his chest fluttering. It took him a few seconds to remember today's occasion, laying silently and listening to the pigeons cooing and Garreth's gentle snores. With a groan, he tried to drift off again, burying his head into his boyfriend's hair, yet his mind had finally cleared from its sleep state, rushing and turbulent in its thoughts. He patted the bedside table, over his wand, until he reached a small clock. His fingers drifted over the hands, discerning that it was just past six o’clock.

Well, time for a cup of tea, then.

“Garreth,” he whispered.

“Hmm? Ominis?”

“Good morning. And Merry Christmas.”

“Mm…oh! Christmas!”

Garreth sat bolt upright, almost knocking Ominis out of bed, for which he apologised profusely whilst attacking him with kisses like a lovesick puppy.

“Garreth…Garreth!”

“Right, sorry. Breakfast? What's the time? Six?!”

“I know, I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. I wondered if you wanted a cup of tea in bed.”

“May as well get up now, we can open our presents,” Garreth said, the smile on his face obvious by the tone of his voice.

Ominis allowed himself a few more seconds pressing kisses into Garreth's heated skin before dragging himself out of bed, immediately missing the warmth of their duvet. The flat was cold, the fireplaces empty overnight, so Ominis wrapped himself in a dressing gown, donned his slippers and set to work warming the place with his magic. He could hear Garreth hopping about on the floorboards as he struggled to dress,far too excited for what to Ominis was yet another day. Yet he knew to Garreth, it was one of the highlights of his year, as with millions of others; witches, wizards and muggles alike. 

A cup of tea did him wonders, clearing the cobwebs from his brain whilst Garreth started cooking breakfast. Ominis wasn't hungry, but he could eat, and the smell really was delicious. Bacon, sausages and eggs were sizzling away and filling the flat with an aroma that tempted his saliva glands into action. It didn't take long for all of Garreth's clattering about to rouse Sebastian, the first sound from his mouth a loud groan as he shuffled into the kitchen.

“Merry Christmas, Sebastian!” Garreth called over the scraping and clinking of food being plated up.

“Yeah, Happy Christmas…why are we awake? What's the point in having a day off work if we're going to wake up in the dark?”

“Let Garreth have his day, Sebastian. Don't be such a Scrooge,” Ominis chided, hiding a smirk behind his teacup.

“You read that book, then?”

“Dickens? Yes, I did.”

“And did it get you into the Christmas spirit?” Sebastian asked, sitting next to him at the kitchen table.

“Marginally.”

“Well, here's some more Christmas spirit,” Garreth said, with yet more accompanying noise.

Breakfast was served, along with another pot of tea and some sort of sickly sweet cream liqueur with cinnamon, that Garreth insisted they all try to ‘start the day off right’.

“What exactly is it?” Sebastian asked.

Ominis took a sip of the drink, raising his eyebrows in pleasant surprise as the liquid warmed his insides with just the right amount of spice and a little something that seemed to give him a burst of energy.

“You know I can't tell you my recipes. Suffice it to say, it's next on my list to find a distributor.”

“It's delicious…right, I'm going to get showered and dressed and then we can open our presents,” Ominis announced, his chair scraping along the floor as he stood up hastily.

His brain was running a mile a minute, muscles twitching for something to do. Even his speech had sped up. Without waiting for an answer, he was off, getting ready for the day in record time. He dressed in smart trousers, a crisp shirt and his new waistcoat which Garreth insisted was tastefully festive—as long as it wasn't embroidered with Christmas trees, Ominis didn't mind. The effects of the drink didn't wear off until he'd made it back to the living room, where Garreth and Sebastian were using their boost of energy to argue.

“...just for a few hours, stop making a big deal out of nothing, Weasley.”

The only time Sebastian used Garreth's last name these days was when they argued, which thankfully grew less and less often as time went by. Ominis settled down by the fire and waited for the pair to finish their tiff, reading through the Daily Prophet, scanning the headlines with his wand.

“It’s Christmas day! And you know how much I want to make it special for Ominis. Despite you being an insufferable git sometimes, you are his best friend.”

“Don't drag Ominis into this. I doubt I'll even have to go, so just leave it.”

The mention of his name did, in fact, drag Ominis into the conversation, with a sigh and albeit reluctantly.

“What are you two fussing about now?”

“Sebastian has decided that work is more important than celebrating Christmas with his friends.”

“I've said I'll be on call if anything were to happen. You know, even criminals and dark wizards celebrate Christmas, so I'm not expecting much action today,” Sebastian drawled.

“It's fine, Garreth. You are right about him being an insufferable git sometimes though, I will give you that,” Ominis said.

“Oh, charming. Just because Weasley spends his time cooking for a living, doesn't mean some of us don't have real jobs.”

“Sebastian.”

Ominis knew he'd crossed a line and he stood up to find Garreth's side before things could escalate further. The last thing he needed was to mediate some ridiculous shouting match on a day he was already slightly dreading. 

“Stop it, both of you. For me.”

Garreth huffed and let Ominis pull him to the sofa whilst Sebastian threw himself into an armchair in silence. Neither would willingly apologise, but Ominis would take the cessation of hostilities for now. There were presents to open and spirits to maintain until the Weasley family party later that morning. Garreth was thankfully quick to forget any tensions as soon as he was passed a gift, wrapped by Ominis' own hand, it likely looked a mess; but no matter, the paper was swiftly ripped apart anyway.

“Brilliant! Wait, Ominis, these must have cost far too much…”

Ominis had bundled together his favourite sweets; treacle fudge, chocolate frogs and honeycomb; along with something a little more extravagant he knew would be appreciated. The Chudley Cannons tickets were hard to come by, but a colleague thankfully had contacts in the Ministry's Department of Magical Games and Sports—Ominis had been told the seats were excellent, and judging by Garreth's cheering, it hadn't been a lie.

“Enjoy it. If I can't spend my hard earned money on the man I love then what is the point in enduring my colleague’s gossipping?” Ominis said.

“You're incredible, you know,” Garreth replied, wrapping him up in a tight embrace.

“My thanks is not having to attend with you.”

Garreth chuckled and squeezed his hand.

“Maybe I'll ask Oscar…he'll owe me forever.”

“How am I meant to follow that?” Sebastian sighed.

Of course all three of them were grateful for every gift exchanged, even if the thanks between Garreth and Sebastian were still a little frosty. Sebastian received books, charmed gloves, a handsome tie pin and a bottle of fine firewhiskey; Garreth yet more sweets, a selection of potioneer’s tools and a cashmere jumper that would likely end up singed within the week; Ominis a selection of music, sugar quills and smart new brogues. Garreth had saved Ominis' final present for the end, handing him a small box tied with ribbon.

“It's a bit experimental, I hope it's okay…”

“Another drink?” Ominis asked, pulling a tiny glass bottle out of the box.

The bottle’s glass was ornately cut and the stopper wasn't suitable for a drink. As soon as Ominis pulled it off, he understood. The earthy, leathery scent hit him, along with a hint of patchouli if he wasn't mistaken.

“Did you make this?” 

“Yes…I've never tried perfume before but I thought well, how hard could it be? Erm…is it okay?”

Ominis dabbed the concoction on his neck, inhaling deeply. 

“It's delightful,” Ominis sighed. “You can add perfumer to your list of talents.”

Sebastian made himself scarce as soon as Ominis decided to show Garreth just how much he appreciated his gift, kissing him fervently until the newfound privacy prompted a yet more heated exchange. Ominis almost dragged him back to bed with his cock throbbing needily inside his tailored trousers, not returning until after he'd buried himself inside his boyfriend and heard his addictive moans. All in all, his Christmas was shaping up to be far better than any he'd previously experienced.

-

Despite waking so early, they were now running rather late. The impromptu trip to the bedroom hadn’t really helped matters, though Garreth certainly wasn’t complaining about that. He'd given up trying to tame his curls, running a little pomade through the fringe in some attempt at tidiness and called it a job well done. Sebastian and Ominis were waiting for him by the fireplace, holding yet more presents and sporting the gifts they'd received earlier that morning; new shoes, new tie pin, new jumper. Today would involve a whole host of newness—whilst the Weasley family home was now familiar to them all, the idea of a big Christmas celebration was not. With a slight churn of his stomach that signalled nerves, he took the lead in guiding his flatmates into the floo.

He was greeted not by his mum, but by his brother Oscar, who appeared to be on guest welcoming duty. He slapped Garreth on the back and directed them to the back of the house, where his family had been hard at work transforming the overflowing kitchen and conservatory into an impressive party space, all encased in warming charms and candlelight. The pièce de résistance in Garreth's view was the Christmas tree—cut from the local forest, it had been decorated with handmade baubles and sprigs of holly, just as it had been when he was a child. 

“Hey, Os…want to see the Cannons with me?”

“Hm, what do you mean?” His brother asked whilst nibbling on a mince pie (completely unburned, unlike his own).

“Ominis got me tickets to their match against the Wasps!”

“Are you serious? Of course I want to come! Nice one, Ominis!”

Oscar pulled an unsuspecting Ominis into a hug, his green eyes sparkling with excitement. His older brother was an even bigger Quidditch enthusiast than himself; he'd even entertained the idea of playing professionally once. When he'd relinquished his grip on a chuckling Ominis, Oscar leaned over to Garreth as he walked past, his mouth close to his ear.

“Marry that one, brother.”

And with that, Oscar was gone, only to be replaced with his mum, bedecked in Christmas decorations of her own.

“Mum…,” Garreth grumbled, looking her up and down.

“Looking good, Mrs Weasley,” Sebastian commented, turning her cheeks pink.

Garreth rolled his eyes. He was used to a festive jumper or sprig of berries in her hair, but she'd really gone all out this year. The flower crown of festive foliage atop her head appeared to be sparkling, or rather sparking with tiny red lights, and her handmade dress was embroidered with gold stars from top to toe.

“Sebastian, Ominis, lovely to see you both,” Harriet said. “Get yourself a drink, we've plenty.”

“I've more here, Mrs Weasley. A little something for you and Mr Weasley, though perhaps you might like to keep it for yourselves,” Ominis said, handing over his present.

The bottle of vintage cognac had cost a pretty knut, but Ominis had insisted. Harriet clutched the bottle tightly whilst quite speechless, not used to such extravagance. Garreth had thought she might be embarrassed by the gesture, but instead she was elated, calling Griffith over to open it right away, eager to share it amongst their friends and family. As the trio wove their way through the room, they greeted the rest of Garreth's siblings and relatives with Charlotte staying close by to Ominis and Sebastian. They indulged her endless barrage of questions as if she'd been deprived of their company for years rather than a couple of months.

The party began to fill the house, slowly but steadily until lunch was served; a traditional roast goose with stuffing and all the trimmings, and there was even a small side of roast beef that he knew as for Ominis’ benefit. Griffith thanked everyone for joining them with a toast as the extended table groaned under the weight of food. Of course, every dish was delicious. Glazed carrots, four different types of potatoes and lashings of gravy were passed from one end of the table to the other until everyone's plates were full. Sebastian seemed to be enjoying the company of Garreth's cousin next to him and paying the rest of them no mind, but Ominis stayed close to Garreth with their hands clasped under the table whilst he made small talk with another Weasley that Garreth couldn't quite place.

The sun was setting by the time dessert came, and the sky an inky black as the last mouthful of Christmas pudding was finished. Stuffed with food and drink, Garreth slumped against the back of his chair and let Ominis' head rest against his shoulder. Presents still hadn't been opened, yet Garreth always preferred the food, company and games at Christmas. At one point, he'd have been running around with Oscar and wreaking havoc, but now that crown had passed to his sister and younger cousins who were just as eager to disrupt the adults’ conversations with demands for gifts and practical jokes. 

“A word, Garreth?”

The question came from his aunt Matilda who had appeared out of nowhere, jolting Garreth out of his stupor.

“Oh, hello auntie…yes, okay.”

Muttering an apology to Ominis, Garreth followed her out into the living room. She'd adopted her ‘professor persona’, clasping her hands in front of her and peering at him with a calmly professional smile. Garreth almost flinched away, reminded of the countless times he'd looked into those eyes and subsequently been told off for something-or-other.

“We're having a career day at Hogwarts in the new term, you remember those?”

“Yes…”

“Well, would you like to come back to Hogwarts and talk to the O.W.L students about your entrepreneurial venture? I'm sure they'd appreciate hearing from you amongst the healers and aurors and teachers.”

Garreth was almost stunned into silence. Almost. If there was any time to punch the air and brag, it would have been now. Instead, he smiled widely and tried his best to contain his excitement.

“Of course. Maybe I can even bring along my new brew for students to try? Well, maybe not that one…unless they're allowed a little swig of alcohol…no? No…”

His aunt was now looking at him with raised eyebrows, likely wondering what had possessed her to approach her nephew for this important role.

“I'm sure you'll think of something more suitable, Garreth. Now, back to the party, I have a delicious-looking Christmas cake to tuck in to.”

Buzzing with pride, Garreth returned to where he'd left Ominis, finding only his little sister in a flood of tears. Charlotte's curls bounced as she sobbed and Garreth pushed them out of her face as he crouched to meet her eye line.

“Charlotte, calm down…what's wrong?”

His sister didn't seem willing or able to reply. It wasn't long before he was joined by their mother, fussing and shoving Garreth out of the way.

“What's wrong, sweetheart? Tell mummy!”

“I just asked her that, she won't…”

“I was…was talking to Omi…and…,” Charlotte sniffled, wiping her eyes on her frock. “...he got really upset. I didn't mean…I wasn't mean!”

Garreth's mind blanked for a second and then kicked into a frenzy. He spun around, looking for his boyfriend amongst the sea of red, only spotting Sebastian's chestnut mane as he chatted animatedly to Garreth's cousin. With Charlotte in the care of his mum, Garreth fled, winding through the crowd to get to Sebastian. He felt awful, more than awful. Clearly Ominis hadn't been ready, he'd pushed too hard. His hand landed on a shoulder and earned him an irritated scowl; clearly Sebastian had been turning on his charm judging by the way his cousin was grinning and twirling her hair.

“Have you seen Ominis?”

“No…no, why?”

“I think he's run away, I don't know.”

“What? Run away where?”

“Just bloody help me look, will you?”

They both muttered their apologies and started their search. Garreth kept his eyes peeled for blond hair, easily recognisable amongst his family. He wasn't in the living room, the hallways, the kitchen. They stood in the conservatory, looking out into the night and Garreth wondered if he'd simply gone home. The thought filled him with sadness. Sebastian suggested searching upstairs, but then Garreth saw him; or rather the flash of his brand new brogue poking out from behind the Christmas tree. 

“Ominis…?”

Ominis was leaning against the glass, deep in thought and arms crossed defensively. Though his head tilted downwards, Garreth could see the slight redness around his eyes and prayed to Merlin he hadn't been crying.

“Are you okay, Ominis?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes, I'm fine.”

Sebastian gave Garreth a look of concern, but stepped back. No matter how close the friends were, he devolved to Garreth this time. He knew that Garreth had Ominis' best interests at heart, and saw first hand how much he loved his best friend.

“Tell me what happened, Ominis.”

“It’s nothing. Charlotte was asking me questions about my family Christmases and…I panicked. I had no idea what to say, so I left. I must apologise to her…,” he said, making to leave.

But Ominis hesitated after taking only a step. He seemed apprehensive to leave his hiding place in the conservatory, as if the idea of rejoining the crowds was suddenly overwhelming. 

“We could stay, if you want? Or go for a walk?”

“Isn’t it snowing?”

Garreth looked out across the garden, blanketed in a thick layer of snow yet the sky was peacefully clear. Not even the trees in the nearby woodland swayed, the air so still that barely a leaf rustled.

“Not anymore.”

Ominis nodded his approval, hastening to leave the glass enclosure like a trapped mouse. Once outside, he calmed, the remaining din from the party silenced by the thick stone walls of the cottage. They walked, not knowing where to—the destination wasn’t important, merely that they were together, alone at last. Ominis kept them warm with a charm that melted the snow beneath their feet forming puddles that froze as soon as they passed. A winding trail of ice to mark their meandering. Garreth held his hand tightly, letting Ominis unwind in the silence. To not talk was a challenge for him, truth be told, but he employed every shred of patience and self-restraint he had until Ominis finally spoke.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Garreth.”

“Don’t be sorry, please. I’m sorry for pushing you to come. I can’t exactly blame Charlotte, she’s just curious...”

“No, I don’t blame either of you. There’s none to lay. I really have had a wonderful time. Perhaps…it’s time for me to talk about my family more, so moments like this don’t catch me unawares.”

“Only if you want to.”

“I think I do. At least, I want to share it with you—all of it. There are horrors in my past and skeletons in my closet that frankly I’ve been terrified to speak of, in case they scared you off.”

“Ominis, you could tell me you’re the devil himself and I’d still love you.”

Ominis smiled serenely, the curve of his lips lit only by the soft moonlight and smattering of stars. Garreth meant every word. There may have been a time he’d have been horrified to hear what he had, yet now he knew Ominis; knew unequivocally that he was good, kind, and nothing at all like his father and brother.

“Shall we head back inside? I imagine your family misses you.”

“Not likely. Do you want to stay out here a little while? I can conjure us a couple of chairs and we can enjoy the silence before the storm.”

“By storm you mean your sister?”

“Of course,” Garreth grinned.

“I’d love to,” Ominis said in barely a whisper, squeezing Garreth’s hand and pulling him to a stop.

They were quite a way from the house now; the illuminated windows mere pinpricks in the distance. The cottage was inviting, sure enough, yet with magic they could create all the cosiness they could want. Hidden by a large box hedge, Garreth set to conjuring a couple of basic chairs, blankets and bluebell flames encased in jars which he levitated to head-height. The flames didn’t give off much heat, but Ominis worked on warming charms to envelop the pair as they settled next to each other, their fingers still tightly laced.

“I could get used to this, you know,” Ominis sighed. “The idea of Christmas, I mean. The memories are still there, but they're not as potent when I'm with you and your family.”

“It will get easier, I promise,” Garreth said, turning his attention from the clear night sky to the person he loved most.

“I'd like to talk about my aunt, if that's okay.”

“I'd love to hear about her.”

Ominis told Garreth all about the woman who had influenced him growing up, her kindness helping to shield him from his family's influence and moulding him into the man he was today. Garreth felt eternally grateful, despite never having met her. He wished he had. In many ways, she sounded like his own mother—strong, fiercely protective and always willing to do what was right, despite the repercussions. Garreth held Ominis close as he told him the stories. It must have been painful, as well as cathartic and bittersweet to share, but by the end of the night, Ominis was smiling, and that's all Garreth had wished for this Christmas.

#garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #garrinis #ominis gaunt x garreth weasley

[vicsnook]

Afterglow | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 1059

warnings: insecurity, fluff

song pairing: Afterglow - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y'all! This is the last part of the Wildest Dreams series (Bob's version). All of my Bob imagines can be read together as one big story so this can be the ending to them too. I'm sorry for putting y'all through it. You can now find all the parts to this and more linked under Bob in my masterlist. Hope y'all have enjoyed this small series and please don't forget to like and reblog!!

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn't do

Being friends with Bob proved a little harder than you expected. Not being able to say anything when a girl would buy him a drink at the Hard Deck or when he’d show up hungover to work. You knew it was your fault and that he was hurt over you and Jake, no matter how much he insisted he wasn’t.

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

The same insecurity you felt now as Rooster egged him on to ask for the bartenders number was the reason you lost him. He shook his head at Rooster as you hoped he would and glanced your way giving you a half smile. Nat slid next to you and smiled sympathethically. 

Jake was playing pool in front of you. His angry glances every time he was facing you were not missed by anyone. You knew you’d hurt him too and that what he said was bullshit but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him. Instead, you looked down every time he looked at you.

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame

Staring out the window you cursed yourself for ruining your friendship with Jake and your relationship with Bob. Bob and you were on the mend thankfully but you couldnt lie and say that you didnt miss your friendship with Jake.

Even though you told Nat that what happened between you and Jake was just a stupid mistake. Both of you knew that was far from the truth. You loved both of them but you’d chosen Bob.

You slid off the booth and told Nat you were just going to get some fresh air but she knew that was a lie. The thought of staying until the end of the night just to have to watch Bob leave without you and Jake with another girl made you sick.

It's all me in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

But being home just made it worse. Now you were trapped with your thoughts and there was nothing to distract you from the fact that you ruined everything. Even when Bob tried reassuring weeks ago that it wasnt all your fault and both him and Jake had responsability. You hurt everyone and there was no coming back from that.

—

It's so excruciating to see you low

Just wanna lift you up and not let you go

Christmas had snuck up on you but you were too busy with your pity party. Things still hadnt changed between you and Jake but at least Bob and you spoke to each other a lot more outside of work. Accidentally you’d eavesdropped on Nat and Rooster when using their bathroom and found out that Bob would get drunk after seeing you and would put himself down over losing you.

All you wanted was to help him but you were the reason he was hurt in the first place. So you stayed silent and ignored the feeling of wanting to tell him that you felt that way too. Even declining to hang out by using lame excuses.

I lived like an island, punished you with silence

Went off like sirens, just crying

Finally one Friday after work Bob blew up. His blue eyes pleading with you as you declined his invitation to go to the zoo.

“What excuse are you going to use now?” he asked, disappointment filled his features. You were cornered.

“I- I uh, fuck fine. You want to know the truth?” you couldnt lie to him, not when he looked at you like he saw right through you. He nodded yes as you cleared your suddenly dry throat and continued, “Bob, I know about your drinking and I just figured I’d be doing you a favor if I just left you alone to heal. I fucked us all up and I can’t keep hurting you just because you’re too nice to tell me off.”

He stared at you as you took a deep breath and looked away. Feeling his hand grabbing yours it broke you out of your thoughts.

“Peach, I’m not drinking because of you. I’m drinking because I feel like it’s my fault too. I took you for granted when I was away and even missed your birthday. Stop blaming yourself. You avoiding me is hurting me more than if you just told me the truth about how you feel,” he said hurriedly trying to make your eyes meet his. “Trust me if I wanted you to fuck off I would’ve told you,” he said, half-smiling as you finally met this eye.

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

“I didnt know that,” you whispered.

“You didn’t let me tell you”

“I thought I’d already lost you and I didnt want to make it worse. I feel like I’m losing my mind” you said, admitting to him what had been haunting you for months.

“You didnt lose me, Peach. I’m still right here. I’ve been trying to get you to give me another chance but I can’t even get you to talk to me outside of work.”

“Another chance?” you asked, unsure if your ears had betrayed you because how could he possibly still want to be with you after everything that happened.

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

“Yes, Peach. I don’t care about what happened with Jake. I don’t care about any of it all. I just want you. I want us back” he said, you could see the sincerity in his eyes as you tried processing what he had just said. He cupped your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Even after I broke your heart?”

“It was mutual. Now are you coming with me to the zoo on a date or am I going to have to take Payback?”

“Yes” you responded, smiling back at him and following him out to new beginnings.

 

Meet me in the afterglow

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[the--highlanders]

I hope you don't mind me asking but what are your favourite Jamie EU stories?

oh my god not at all, I never mind being asked about my favourite little guy <33

I'm gonna break this down by media type, but there's some parts of the eu like comics that I'm not super familiar with, so if anyone wants to add some of those on (or any other eu stories) then go ahead!!

putting this under a cut because it got LONG rip

big finish

the jigsaw war

jamie is trapped inside a puzzle, experiencing events out of order, and has to figure out how to escape. this is THE audio for me in terms of like. recognising that jamie isn't stupid just because he comes from the eighteenth century. he really gets to shine on his own rather than being relegated to 'dumb exposition prompter' (which I feel like some audios can be kinda guilty of.....) also the fact that two and jamie canonically have a strong enough connection to form a psychic link over long distances makes me chew through glass. this audio GETS it in a way some others just don't.

the glorious revolution

two, jamie, and zoe travel back to the time of the glorious revolution, the event that set the jacobite cause in motion, and jamie grapples with not being able to change the past. if you saw that audio snippet going around a couple days ago you'll have an idea of why I'm reccing this one. it has been a while since I've listened to it & I do really want to relisten and check it out for historical accuracy. but regardless it's another one that gives jamie some of the depth he deserves, this time in terms of emotional depth and his feelings about his backstory.

the selachian gambit

two, jamie, ben, and polly get caught in the middle of an alien bank heist. this one is pretty focused on ben, polly, and jamie as a trio - they're largely taking on the action while two keeps the detective work of the plot chugging along. jamie doesn't hugely stand out here in terms of the audio really adding something to his character, but it does show his dynamic with ben and polly pretty well. in particular there's some great scenes with him and ben working together, and I love their friendship a lot so that's always a good time.

honourable mentions: helicon prime (I do feel this one underutilises jamie a bit and undersells him in some weird ways, but if you're looking for two/jamie content you can't get much gayer than this. plus it's the origin of the whole 'jamie and kirsty get married' thing which I hate on principle & am obsessed with in practice), the phantom piper (it's got so much more potential than it gives imo but the tidbits that we get are so good. jamie's relationship with his grandparents.... his best friend taking a bullet for him and dying in his arms...... I just wish I could explain to the author that there's no such thing as a bedroom door in a blackhouse)

novels

the roundheads

two, jamie, ben, and polly travel back to the 1600s, and get largely split up by events unfolding around them. this is a pure historical and it delights in that. if you're after ben and polly content, the roundheads delivers on that too - but it really is some great early twojamie content. (whatever way you choose to read them - it's definitely a shippable book if you're into that). they spend the majority of the book together, both for plot reasons and just hanging out (they go to a frost fair!! two buys jamie treats and then makes himself a flower crown!!) and you get a great sense of jamie figuring two out early into his travels, and how he's far more interested in the doctor as a person than some other companions - he's the only one to show interest in susan when the doctor namedrops her, for instance. this is the best two-era book to me.

the wheel of ice

two, jamie, and zoe visit a space station built a little before zoe's time, and find that not everything is as it seems. again, this is a great one for zoe content as well as anything else, and for some very sweet moments with zoe and two. I don't necessarily feel this one always nails two and jamie's dynamic, but they don't spend a massive amount of time together here, so it's not too jarring. really I'm reccing this because of the scenes where jamie falls in with a bunch of teenagers from the space station, and finds himself kind of responsible for them. it's just nicely done and gives a good sense of jamie as a caretaker character and someone who feels a drive to be responsible for other people.

honourable mention: the episode novelisations (these are a lot of fun, especially if you have particular episodes you enjoy. they often add in extra details, background for side characters, or just little things from the episodes that were cut from the script. I really like them for adding a bit more depth and life to existing stories, and just little things that make you go 'yeah I'll add that to my belief system').

short stories

the time eater/across silent seas

two and jamie give a massive time-eating creature a funeral, and save a space whale from being turned into a weapon. both from the compilation destination prague. literally nobody gets me like the destination prague stories get me I'm not even kidding. these are THE eu two stories to me. both of these are arguably 6b, and they really work in that position - both in showing two and jamie with a very settled, devoted dynamic and in their themes and subject matter. the time eater is a story with no villain, and even the incidental threat of the dying creature causing havoc in time is secondary to the emotional keystone of jamie helping two accept death rather than running away. across silent seas has jamie nearly being aged to death and two absolutely losing it. they're both really about age and death and loss, which hits hard for 6b, with jamie's determination to stay with two forever and two's growing realisation that even if jamie doesn't choose to leave or survives their adventures, his lifespan is still going to be far shorter.

the age of ambition

two, jamie, and victoria land at the house of one of victoria's father's friends, only to find he has been trying to reanimate the dead. from the compilation life sciences. this is really a victoria story, probably the defining victoria story for me. it's got backstory, it's got gothic horror/victorian scientific ambition vibes in a similar way to evil of the daleks, it's got victoria character moments. but it's also a really crucial story for jamie, to me. as a character, I don't think jamie never quite forms into the brawny action man stereotype he was originally drafted as - and that's one of the things I love most about him. again he's too much of a caretaker, he's a piper rather than a soldier. he's rarely truly angry, even when he fights he never seems out to cause much actual harm, and you get the sense his protectiveness over his friends wars with this almost inability to do harm. the age of ambition GETS that and pushes it to the extreme, with jamie being unable to fire a killing shot to save his friends, to the point where victoria has to do it herself. it's such a compelling character moment for both of them and their dynamic.

on a pedestal

two, jamie, and victoria travel back to meet william wallace, who jamie idolises. from the compilation the quality of leadership. this is another one that really gets and hones in on a particular nuance of jamie's character - in this case, the strength and rigidity of his morals and sense of responsibility, and his dislike of people who fall short of that. he's faced with the fact that someone he admires was once careless, lax about taking responsibility for their actions even when other people are at risk, and just a bit childish. it shakes him, and he spends much of the story grappling with that. it's such a good look into the qualities that jamie admires versus the ones that he can't stand. but that's balanced out with some very sweet moments (the whole scene with two, jamie, and william wallace going fishing is very fun and again gives a nice little snapshot of two and jamie having this very settled, secure dynamic). AND jamie gets recognised as a basically supernaturally gifted piper which. love to see jamie actually getting to be a musician, love to see him piping without it being the butt of a 'bagpipes suck and everyone hates them' joke.

honourable mentions: that which went away (this is the 'jamie turns into a bear' story I'm always talking about. I do think it has some major issues in terms of weird primitivism, both in terms of the side characters and how it treats jamie, but also. jamie turns into a bear. and two begging him to come back to him is just *chefs kiss*), undercurrents (two vanishes from the tardis and another man mysteriously appears. jamie believes this newcomer has done something to harm two, and very nearly kills him for it. this is one of the few moments where jamie gets really, properly angry and is willing to actually cause harm and I LOVE to see him pushed past the breaking point of his usual moral code), the slave war (two, jamie, ben, and polly in the roman empire. also really good for ben and polly content, but there's some interesting stuff with jamie grappling with the idea of becoming involved in another rebellion, but ending up getting involved anyway)

#replies #anonymous #the tl;dr of this is that there's a lot out there! #but not all of it uses jamie's character well or understands that he's nuanced and not just stupid/the brawn of the team/etc etc etc #anything that DOES understand he's an interesting character in his own right is probably going to pique my interest #& as you can tell the short stories are my favourite bit of eu media gkjfd. probably because they're so character-focused #and many of them do give jamie the interest and dimension he deserves

[steddiealltheway]

Part Nine of Alone Together :))))))))) Part One. Part Eight. AO3 Link.

The first part of Steve’s day is spent mostly on the phone. “Come on, dude. You told me it was the ‘most metal concert in the world.’ How do you not remember what Eddie’s guitar looked like?” 

“I was focused on more important things – like saving your asses and not dying. Besides, you saw it too, so go ask Gareth or something.” 

Dustin hangs up without giving him an address or a phone number. So helpful. He racks his mind for something on Gareth. He remembers Eddie saying something about how Jason had beat him up for his location – he was really pissed about Jason laying a finger on his friend at his home. 

...Which Lucas witnessed! He calls him up and gets a vague recalling of the address, but it works. 

Steve finds himself hesitantly approaching a house, praying that maybe he got it right on the first try. He raises his fist and goes to knock. 

The steady beat of a drum gets Steve’s attention. He turns around and heads across the street, following the sound. He gets outside of a garage door where the loud noise is ringing out. This seems about right. He pounds on the garage door. The drumming stops. 

There’s a creak as the garage door slowly comes up to reveal Gareth standing in the middle of the garage holding the cord. “Shit!” Gareth yells letting the cord go but the garage door doesn’t go back down. He looks up at it like it’s personally offended him then back at Steve. “Please don’t beat me up. It’s Christmas, dude. What do you want?” 

Steve puts his hands up. “I promise I’m not friends with that asshole Jason. I just wanted to know if you knew what type of guitar Eddie had before. Or if you had any pictures of it or something.” Gareth’s eyebrows furrow, he looks confused and still very on edge. Steve sighs, “It’s a Christmas present for him. And I really like him, but I’m also an idiot who constantly puts his foot in his mouth, so I need this present to be really special.” 

Gareth still stares at him, but his confusion turns more into shock. “You’re Steve Harrington, right?” 

Steve nods. 

“Holy shit, I thought Eddie was lying about you and your whole big change. But you said you... like him?” Gareth asks carefully. 

Steve’s heart thuds, but he feels like he can really trust him. “A lot, man. Like... a lot.” 

Gareth’s guarded expression finally fades. He smiles knowingly at Steve, and motions for him to follow him. He digs through a box in the garage and lets out an “aha!” when he finally gets what he was looking for. He hands Steve a polaroid. 

Steve looks down at the picture of Eddie sticking his tongue out and making the devil horns with his fingers. His shirt rides up a little, showing off his flat stomach but it’s partially covered by his guitar. 

“See something you like, Harrington?” Gareth asks with a smirk.  

Steve lightly shoves at him but replies, “Yeah, I think I do.” 

Gareth whistles low. “Charm level thirty, am I right?” Gareth asks with a laugh. 

Steve stares at him blankly. 

“Oh god,” Gareth says in horror, “And you’re the Steve Harrington that Eddie Munson says saved him?” 

“The one and only,” Steve replies lamely.  

He swears Gareth mumbles something like, “And this is who Eds is so in love with? Christ,” but he says it so under his breath that Steve’s sure he heard him wrong. He clears his throat and speaks at a normal level gesturing towards the picture, “I hope this helps.” 

Steve nods and tears his eyes away from it. “It does. Thank you so much man. Do you mind if I keep it? For guitar purposes,” Steve clarifies. 

“Yeah, for guitar purposes,” Gareth shoots back with a grin. Steve can tell him and Eddie will be relentless together, but he can’t wait. 

“Thank you again. And good finally meeting you. Eddie has said a lot about you. Merry Christmas,” Steve claps Gareth on the shoulder and starts to leave the garage. 

“Same to you,” Gareth replies, but the teasing lilt to his voice makes Steve wonder if maybe Eddie talks about him a lot too.  

By the time he gets back to his car, Gareth has already started back at the drums but with a bit more enthusiasm as he ups the tempo. Steve smiles and heads towards the closest store that sells instruments that he can think of. 

-:-:-:-:-:-

“Nope, we don’t have anything like that here in Hawkins. Sorry.” 

Steve’s heart drops. Shit shit shit. “Could you please write down the make and model or whatever it’s called in instrument terms of this guitar?” 

The man seems to take pity on him and writes something down on a sticky note and hands it to him. “Merry Christmas,” the man says and moves on to another customer. 

“Merry Christmas!” Steve yells, running out the store. 

Once again, Steve finds himself on the phone after circling several stores in his parent’s phone book. He gets increasingly more frustrated as each business says they have nothing like Eddie’s guitar in stock especially so close to Christmas. Steve thanks them and leaves him his number anyway. Shit, he’s down to the last store. 

He goes through the same process and hopes for a Christmas miracle. “I’m sorry, we don’t have that in our store, and you said you needed it by Christmas?” a kind lady asks. 

“Yes, but thank you for your time.” Steve sighs and leaves his name and number. 

“Must be for someone really special to have you sounding that down,” she pries a bit, sounding sympathetic. 

“Yeah, yeah they really are,” Steve replies. There’s a hum on the other line. 

“I’ll see what I can do for you. Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas,” Steve replies kindly and hangs up. He sits back against his counter. Okay, different plan. He’ll... wash up Eddie’s battle vest and give it back. 

Yeah, that will work.  

Or will that send the wrong message? Like, here, I’ve had this for months, and now I’m finally returning it to you like an ex returns their things. 

Steve shakes his head. After his talk with Eddie, there’s no way he’ll misinterpret it. 

No, he needs to think of another idea. He paces his house and comes up with a few things, but nothing is as good or as grand as a gesture as the guitar. He groans, regretting waiting until the last minute. 

Speaking of last minute... Steve needs to start getting ready for Christmas caroling. He takes his time getting ready, carefully layering his clothes and taking a good amount of time on his hair until it looks practically perfect. 

He’s doing his final puff of Farrah Fawcett hair spray when he hears the phone ring. He wonders what kid is going to be asking him for a ride. 

He quickly answers. “Hello?” 

“Is this Steve Harrington?” a familiar voice asks. 

“Yes?” 

“You called my store earlier. I called in a favor and will have the guitar in stock tomorrow around three pm. The store closes at five. Does that work for you?” 

“Yes! Thank you so much! Really, thank you. Merry Christmas!” 

The lady on the other line laughs. “Merry Christmas.” Steve writes down the name and address of the place and thanks her again. 

Steve could jump for joy. He looks around before doing exactly that. Today is a good day. 

-:-:-:-:-:- 

Steve’s heart pounds in his chest as he parks his car next to the others outside the trailer park. Eddie’s uncle had insisted that the government’s relocation had been the most uncomfortable stay of his life, and he just wanted to have things go back to normal. So, they had gotten a new and slightly nicer trailer home and relocated to the outskirts of the same trailer park.  

Max hadn’t ever explicitly said that she was secretly happy to have him there, but Steve knew she was especially since she had always seemed to be there whenever he had come by to help Eddie with his similar healing process.  

He shakes the thoughts away to question if this is really a good idea. Eddie is probably still pissed at him, and he’s pretty sure Dustin won’t be able to talk Eddie down this time. There’s a knock on his window. 

“Join the land of the freezing,” Robin says. 

Steve opens up his car door and shivers as the cold wind stings his face. He cuddles up against Robin and asks, “Do you think this is a horrible idea?” 

“Probably,” Robin says honestly. “But everyone is pretty excited.” 

“Hey! What song are we singing first?” Suzie yells at Steve. 

He takes a moment. Oh shit, he didn’t think about it. “Uhhh...” he trails off trying to think. 

“’Rocking Around the Christmas Tree,’” Robin yells back. Steve gives her a look. “Gives you a chance to finally sing the chorus like Eddie talked about.” 

Steve gives her an incredulous look and glances around to find Nancy. When he spots her, he says, “Nancy, you have the best girlfriend in the entire world.” 

“I know,” she replies and hooks her arm around Robin’s free one. 

They all start on their way to Eddie’s trailer, and Steve hopes he doesn’t look out the window because he imagines they look more threatening than jolly. When they get there Dustin shoves him forward saying, “This was your idea.” 

Steve raises his hand and hesitates. Here goes nothing. He knocks. 

The door swings open and a slightly miserable looking Eddie opens the door. “Steve...” 

The group erupts in a horrendous rendition of ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree.’ Steve is pretty sure Eddie says, “Jesus H. Christ,” under his breath a few times, while standing a bit uncomfortably in the doorway. 

The group comes to an end when Steve finally cuts them off after he’s pretty sure no one know where they are in the song and have sung the same chorus three times in a row. “Alright, alright, thank you guys. I’ll catch up with you guys in a couple of minutes after I convince Eddie to join us.” 

When Steve turns back, Eddie’s eyebrows are raised looking a bit done with him. He hopes it’s just about his remark and not in general. The group waves their goodbyes and Robin shoots him a thumbs up. 

Steve smiles apologetically at Eddie. He sighs and backs up, “Come on in.” 

Steve thanks him as he steps into the warm trailer. “I’m sorry-” 

“I’m sorry-” 

They both look at each other in disbelief. Steve beats him to talking first. “Eddie, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while-” 

Eddie interrupts him quickly “No, no, it’s okay. I realized that you were just trying to end things before anyone got feelings and got hurt. I overreacted, and I’m sorry.” 

Before anyone got feelings. Oh. “Yeah, yeah. I was just... looking after you. Looking after us,” Steve lies. 

“Because that’s what friends do,” Eddie says, fidgeting with his rings. 

“Yeah, friends,” Steve confirms.  

The air between them is still tense. Steve steps into Eddie’s space and wraps his arms around him, hooking his chin over his shoulder. He breathes a sigh of relief when he feels Eddie’s arms go up and pull him in closer, burying his head in his neck. “I think we need to work on our communication skills,” Eddie mutters against his neck. 

Steve nearly snorts at the irony of the statement. He resists the strong urge to kiss Eddie on the forehead as he says, “Yeah, I think we really do.” 

They linger in the hug for a moment longer than Steve thinks friends are supposed to, but he’s pretty sure him and Eddie have never had the most conventional friendship. Steve breaks the hug remembering Eddie’s concern. “Get some warmer clothes on, man, you’re going caroling with us.” 

Eddie pouts but heads off towards his room calling out, “I didn’t sign up for this!” 

“Don’t worry, I signed up for you!” Steve jokes. 

“You’re going to regret that!” Eddie yells out. 

And maybe he was right because once they catch up to the group, he sings obnoxiously loud and off-key – although Steve knows he can sing. Whenever he doesn’t know the words, he fills in the verse by singing “I don’t know the words” in whatever tune they’re singing until he can recall a few. 

As they move on to another trailer, Steve shoves his arm, “You’re insufferable, you know that?” 

“I told you that you were going to regret it,” Eddie states, leaning into his space until Steve pushes him away with a laugh. Steve looks at the group far ahead from them and says, “Come on slow poke.” 

As he jogs off and Eddie follows, Steve hears him ask, “Is that the best insult that you...” he trails off. Steve glances over at him as he approaches the group with what he’s sure is a confused look. “Steve, we need to leave.” 

Now Steve can tell when Eddie is joking, and, right now, he is not. Before he can tell the group, he already hears the problem, “You guys look familiar...” the owner of the trailer says. 

Steve looks towards the man and immediately recognizes him. 

“Nah, there must be some kind of mistake here, man. We’re just Christmas carolers,” Argyle says with a laugh, unaware of what’s happening. 

Steve tugs on Dustin’s shoulder and whispers, “Get on my back.” 

“What?” Dustin questions. 

“Are you the people who stole my RV?!” the man yells.  

“Oh fuck,” Dustin says and jumps on Steve’s back. 

“Run!” Steve yells, taking off with Dustin on his back. 

The group sprints beside him while Argyle asks, “You guys stole his trailer?!” 

The group yells back, “Run!” 

Steve sees Max starting to trail behind the others. Fuck, Steve had forgotten that Vecna had broken her leg too. Her recovery process was faster than Dustin’s because that girl is a freak of nature, but now it’s starting to get the best of her. 

A streak of brown hair passes by him. “Hop on, Red!” Eddie yells, and squats in front of her. As soon as she’s on his back, Eddie is sprinting away past all the others as he spots their cars. 

Damn, that should not be as hot as Steve finds it. 

When they get to the cars, the older man is far behind them. The group gets into random cars and start driving off. Steve stays last in his car with Dustin, Eddie, and Max to ensure no one gets left behind. 

By the time they’re on the road, Eddie is cackling and grabbing Steve’s hand. Steve can’t help but laugh as well and squeeze Eddie’s hand back. Even though they’re just friends, today is a good day. 

Part Ten.

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[saturnscode]

PART 1

Pete's skin is soft.

And Vegas has tasted every bit of it.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he wasn’t supposed to be lying on the bed with Pete's arms wrapped around his waist and the sunlight coming through the window kissing his bare back. Vegas wasn’t supposed to be brushing his hair from his eyes feeling like he’s running out of air because he has finally come to the conclusion he's been avoiding for weeks.

But last night, as he fucked Pete, slowly and tenderly until their muscles were sore and their heads were spinning, he knew it was too late for him. He was already in love.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Pete was just a tool to get close to Porsche and piss his cousin off and ruin the deal of the hotel's new branches. He just wanted to mess with their heads like he’s been doing his entire life, Pete was a mere link, a fun fuck. Because that’s what Vegas does to gain trust, that’s how he has snatched all Kinn’s boyfriends before. With sex.

But it all went to hell when Vegas kissed those lips in the dirty alley behind Porsche's bar. His mind went numb when he heard Pete's little noises every time he touched him.

Vegas was so fucked he felt suffocating.

He closed his eyes when he felt Pete's eyes wandering on his chest and he felt out a breath when his lips touched his jawline.

"What's on your mind?" Pete asked in a whisper as he was trying to maintain the quiet atmosphere of his Uni dorm.

You. He wants to reply, but it’s more than that.

"Nothing," he smiles, "work stuff, sorry."

Pete smiles, excited. He gets on top of Vegas biting his lower lip, placing his hand on top of his chest, and resting his chin on top of them.

"Porsche is getting back tomorrow from his vacation," he says and his eyes shine so bright it breaks his heart, "we can have dinner with him and his boyfriend at night, what do you think?"

Vegas has been pushing it, trying everything in his power to avoid Porsche and Kinn the moment he started enjoying Pete's company a little too much. He didn’t want it to end, he's been hanging by a thread and he doesn’t know how long it will last when the end seems so near.

"I don’t know, pet." He replies, playing with his hair. "I'm pretty busy lately."

"Oh, c'mon, Grey," he whines and Vegas closes his eyes.

He hates that name. At first, he spitted out when he introduced himself that night in the bar and he's been cursed with it since then. It's the name Pete knows, it's the name he calls and moans, it's the name of the man he loves and Vegas hates.

"It's been eight months already," he pouts, "he’s starting to think I'm faking this whole 'boyfriend' thing since you don’t have any social media and you won’t let me take a picture with you." He pouts and Vegas wants to bite his lips off.

Instead, he stares. He brushes dust from his cheeks and enjoys the little smile Pete gives him. He’s too good and too naïve. It was easy to make him fall in love, but it was easier for Vegas to lose himself in him. He became an escape from his father’s expectations and his self-hatred, he made him forget about who he is with gentle touches and dumb jokes.

He would keep his secrets and treasure them deep in his heart, and then he would try to make Vegas laugh because he couldn’t bear seeing him cry. He cried on his lap as he played with his hair and he felt safe. And he knows he doesn’t deserve him, he knows he started a game he is bound to lose and now, there are no more cards to play.

"Do we have to prove it to him?" He replies like he’s been doing for the past few months.

He would do this thing where is questions Pete’s love, making him feel bad so he would drop the subject alone for a couple of weeks before trying again.

"No, but he is my best friend," he frowns and Vegas wants to kiss it away. "I want the most important people in my life to meet each other."

Vegas smirks, trying to change the mood.

"Oh, are we in the same place in your life?" He says as his hand wanders over Pete's skin, gentle touches from his back to the soft skin of his ass.

Pete holds his breathe, "no, I just-"

He cannot finish the sentence because Vegas' lips attack his, the same moment his fingers wander into the crack of his ass and grab, tightly.

Vegas turns them over, Pete's wrapped around his body, whimpering and crying as he scratches Vegas’ back the moment he thrusts into him.

"Grey," he groans and Vegas hits him deeper, faster.

He hates that name, but he loves the man under him.

*

"He'll be here," Pete says, stealing glances at the door behind him.

They've been waiting for his boyfriend to arrive for 40 minutes. Even when his best friend doesn’t say it, Pete can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t think Grey is coming, but he promised, and Pete trusts him. He has never failed him, yet.

Porsche is sitting with his boyfriend in front of him. They're holding hands over the table in this fancy restaurant and Pete feels a little - very much - alone.

It's incredible how much Porsche's life has changed. He went from having three different jobs only to support his little brother and trying to keep his house, to changing his major to help Kinn in the future because that’s how certain they are about being together for the rest of their lives.

At first, Pete was reluctant. At Kinn, at his friend's life choices and the entire relationship, but after nights of crying and Kinn doing everything in his hands to prove himself to Porsche, Pete started to believe Yok's bar was magical.

That’s where Porsche met Kinn, and where Pete met Grey.

Pete smiles to himself. He didn’t think they had any future. It was just a one-night stand for him, but then he started bumping into Grey everywhere he went like it was destiny.

He made him feel like no one has before. The way he looks at him, the way he talks to him, and the way he touches him. It's like he was handmade only for Pete to enjoy, to please, to love.

"Ugh," Kinn says, looking annoyed. "This can't be real."

Porsche raises an eyebrow and follows with his eyes to the place Kinn is staring now.

"Oh, great," Porsche mumbles, squirming in his seat.

"What happened?" Pete crouches down on the table, whispering to Porsche.

"Nothing, just Kinn's cousin walking in."

Pete has heard of him. The 'pain-in-the-ass' cousin named Vegas. The guy who is always trying to mess with everything Kinn has or does.

Pete starts to turn his back because even when he has heard plenty of stories about him, he has never seen his face and he would be lying if he says he's not curious.

"No, don’t turn!" Porsche whispers, "let's not look at him so he goes to another table."

Pete nods, standing still in his chair until he sees the displeased look on both Kinn’s and Porsche’s faces.

"Great," Kinn says under his breath.

But their expressions change, suddenly dropping at the same time he feels a hand squeezing his shoulder.

He recognizes the touch, damn, he even recognizes the scent behind him, so he wraps his hand around his wrists and turns to look at him. He's dressed in all black, just like the night they met.

"You're here," Pete smiles.

"I promised I'd be here." He says, his eyes never leaving Kinn's.

Pete frowns because, suddenly, something feels off.

"What is this, Vegas?" Kinn asks, laying back on the chair.

"Vegas?" Pete asks, confused, his eyes going from Kinn to Grey, not understanding the situation. "No, P'Kinn, this is Grey, my boyfriend."

He smiles and turns to Porsche. That’s when his heart drops. Porsche is shaking his head, looking at him with pain in his eyes. Pete turns to Grey once again.

"Grey?" He asks, trying to make him look at him, but he doesn’t move, his jaw tightens up and his fingers start to play with his rings.

That’s when he sees it, a ring that looks a lot like Kinn but in silver. Pete can't breathe.

"Grey?" He asks, softly, with his heart on his throat and his fingers wrapped around his arm. "Why are they calling you Vegas?"

"Porsche," Kinn says and he nods, standing up immediately, grabbing Pete's arm.

"Pete, let's go home." He pleads, but Pete is not having it.

"Grey, what is this?" He shakes his arm but he won't flinch. So he licks his lips, letting a trembling sigh out, "Vegas?"

He turns, slowly, tilting his head to the side, looking at Pete.

He freezes, beside him is the same man that kissed every inch of his body just this morning but his eyes are empty, dark, and soulless. Pete feels like he cannot breathe anymore.

So he releases his arm and lets Porsche drag him out of the restaurant. His eyes never leave the man on the table until the elevator’s doors close on them. He blinks a couple of times and now, he is inside a car, his head in Porsche's chest as he whispers 'sorry' and 'we'll fix everything, don’t worry', but he doesn’t worry, even with the tears running down his face, he can’t feel anything.

#vegaspete #vegaspete au #vegaspete fic #vegas pete fanfic #my writing #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham

[birdmitosis]

Fanmix-slash-playlist for Slay the Princess! Song list under the cut. There’s 96 songs on this fanmix/playlist, and it’s about 6 and a half hours long.

Some of the songs were not available on Spotify, and they will be linked to on YouTube below. (Some artists have 2 songs on the playlist; aeseaes, The Crane Wives, and Hozier each have 3 because they were just too perfect. Also, some songs are definitely on here because of other people's fanvids or even just suggestions, and I've made note of and credited all of those!) (All fanmixes/playlists are a perpetual WIP.)

aeseaes - All Things Devour

aeseaes - Semantics

aeseaes - Tongues

AG - Terrible Thing

t h e . a i m s - Violence & Blood

Alanis Morissette - Everything (friend suggestion)

Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra - Trout Heart Replica

Amber Run - I Found

The Amazing Devil - The Horror and the Wild

The Amazing Devil - That Unwanted Animal

Andrew Bird - Imitosis

AURORA - Your Blood

Baby Storme - This City is a Graveyard

Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You

Beth Crowley - Monster

Blindside - Withering

Bring Me the Horizon - Deathbeds

Camera Obscura - Fifth in Line to the Throne

Chonny Jash - The Soul Eclectic (inspiration)

City and Colour - Little Hell

Coldplay - The Hardest Part

Coldplay - Square One

Collective Soul - The World I Know

The Crane Wives - Curses

The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon (inspiration)

The Crane Wives - Tongues & Teeth

Crystal Castles - Suffocation (inspiration)

David Bowie - Changes

The Echoing Green - Starling

Electric President - Some Crap About the Future

Elizabeth & the Catapult - Do Not Hang Your Head

Elizabeth & the Catapult - My Goodbye

Ellie Goulding - Salt Skin

Eurielle - Hate Me

The Feeling - Mr Grin

Florence + The Machine - Kiss With a Fist

Florence + The Machine - What the Water Gave Me

Forgive Durden - A Dead Person Breathed on Me!

Foxtails Brigade - Long Route

Foxtails Brigade - Nun but the Lost

Ghost and Pals - DEATHBODY

Ghost and Pals - In Iolite

Hannah Fury - Angels & Absinthe

Howie Day - Collide

Hozier - Francesca

Hozier - In the Woods Somewhere

Hozier - Who We Are

Jack Conte - Kitchen Fork (inspiration)

The Jezabels - Hurt Me

Jhariah - Flight of the Crows

Kate Nash - Paris

Kiltro - Softy

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Magenta Mountain

lasah - taixu (inspiration)

Lisa Hannigan - Oh Undone

Little Dragon - Twice

The Lord Dog Bird - The Shedding Path

Ludo - The Horror of Our Love

Madilyn Mei - Knotted Constellations

MGMT - Little Dark Age

Michelle Branch - Everywhere

Mili (feat. KIHOW) - In Hell We Live, Lament

Mirah - You've Gone Away Enough

The Mountain Goats - No Children (inspiration)

The Mountain Goats - Sudden Oak Death

Mr.Kitty - After Dark

múm - Prophecies & Reversed Memories

The Nor'easters - 715 — CRΣΣKS (inspiration)

Olivier Bibeau - Better Run, Better Hide

Passion Pit - Seaweed Song

PEGGY - Villains Aren't Born (They're Made)

Perfectly Human - Bad As

Perfectly Human - Fly Again

Racoon - Took a Hit

Reinaeiry - When the Sun Loves the Moon

Ricky Montgomery - This December

RIProducer - Fruiting Bodies

RIProducer - What Gave It Away?

Sarah Blasko - Bird on a Wire

Satin Puppets - Bad Moon Rising

Seeming - Someday Lily

Sharon Van Etten - It's Not Like

Shayfer James - Boots Worn Through (inspiration)

Sleeping At Last - Mind

Sleeping At Last - Taste

SNAKE POOL - FIGURE IN THE BACKGROUND (inspiration)

Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes

Solas Composer - He Who Devoured the Dark II

Southwest Statistic - Fairy Tale (friend suggestion)

Stars - He Dreams He's Awake

Subsignal - The Bells of Lyonesse (inspiration)

Sunset Rubdown - For the Pier (and Dead Shimmering)

Talking Heads - And She Was

Trespassers William - I Know

TV on the Radio - Stork & Owl

Woodkid - Ghost Lights

#slay the princess #stp #fanmix #playlist #i am probably going to add to this a lot #and it's already loooong #but man so many songs make me think of this game #can an entire game be a blorbo? #I JUST ADDED ANOTHER ONE IMMEDIATELY #i am beyond parody

[uloelu]

Location: Lakeside Lagoon, Newcrest

(transcript under the cut)

Episode 3 | Previous | Next

Here it is! As stated before, episodes 3-5 are a bit shorter than usual, but only because I'm in the process of planning a huge slate of parties, plot-changing events, etc. for summer break. No additional parts to this episode, so I'll be back with episode 5 as soon as I can.

If you haven't seen it, I made a post yesterday about my future plans for this series. Link is here!

Copperdale Records lot created by @softerhaze: link here

Episode 4: Mark Collins

Scene 1 - Newcrest

(starts with a boy walking a dog)

Meet Mark. (And Archimedes.)

Mark’s a first-semester senior at Copperdale High, scheduled to graduate early in the winter.

These are his parents, Drs. Whitney and Landon Collins. They’re both esteemed mathematics professors at the Foxbury Institute.

And Marissa, his nearsighted little sister, who’s a sophomore and currently freaking out.

Marissa (examining an acne breakout in the mirror): How am I supposed to show my face at school today? (phone rings) Ooh, Rani’s calling!

Like her parents, Marissa is a math (and science) genius. She’s also a cello prodigy and an outstanding painter. Mark never stops hearing people praise her many talents.

Scene 2 - Copperdale High

Compared to them, Mark’s more like your typical teenage boy. He’s a science whiz, sure. But he’s not Marissa trying to collect skills like infinity stones, or his parents earning PhDs by 25.

He likes to chill with his friends after school, suck face with his sweetheart before it, and just in general enjoy life as a 17-year-old boy.

Don’t believe me? Here he is at lunchtime, grabbing a bite to eat in the cafeteria.

Let’s pretend he hasn’t decided to dine with the principal today.

Ah, he’s moved to sit with Sofia Bjergsen. Finally.

[How cute! Some freshmen are getting lunch with their teacher. They look like babies!]

(cut to Copperdale students eating lunch together)

Social cliques are loosening up as we creep towards summer break. There’s camaraderie to be found in being tired of school, it seems.

Scene 3 - Dog Park, Brindleton Bay

After classes and extracurriculars, Mark and his sister like to take Archimedes to the dog park.

Here’s Marissa feeding a stray. She’d love to have another dog in their home, but her father’s sensitive constitution can barely handle the one they already have.

Let’s listen in on their conversation.

Marissa: You okay? You’ve been quiet all afternoon.

Mark (frowning): Yeah...actually, no. I’m so tired of going to that physics prep class. I think it’s time I put my foot down and tell Mom and Dad that I want to study music in college.

Marissa: You know what they’ll say about that—

Mark (rolls eyes): I know—

Marissa: “The hard sciences are the future. No one with any real life goals wastes their precious education on the humanities.”

Mark: What about you? Don’t you want to become an artist?

Marissa: Sure, maybe as a side job. But I like math, and I like what Mom and Dad do for work. I’m okay with art being just a hobby for now.

Mark (sighs): I wish I could be like you.

Scene 4 - Copperdale Records

(cut to a record store)

Music? Where did that come from?

Oh, right.

Copperdale Records, the hottest place for music lovers and alternative teens to hang out after school.

(Mark is mixing beats in a studio)

Our boy Mark sneaks here on his way home from the dog park (under the guise of studying with a friend, of course).

Fancies himself a producer, a musical jack-of-all-trades.

To be fair, he did teach himself how to mix beats, edit tracks, and play the guitar, piano, and bass. What can I say? The kid knows what he wants.

(cut to Mark strumming an electric guitar)

And as he tests out the newest six-string in the shop, I wish him the best of luck. He’s sorely going to need it.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #the sims #sims community #the sims community #my sims #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy #sofia bjergsen #fosters #fosters s1 #mark collins #marissa collins #archimedes

[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | keeho

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with KEEHO.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x bartender!keeho

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol

♦️ Word count: 2.9k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul, @dat-town

🎲 READ FURTHER FOR KEEHO'S ENDING

The rest of the gig was fun just like the first part, and thankfully, no more mishaps came your way. Taeyang enjoyed himself beside you, but he did leave after the performance was over because he admitted that he was there because of the band playing. To that, Gaeul couldn’t help but fangirl a little. However, he let the boy go - albeit with a pout - when he insisted that he didn’t want to bother anyone anymore.

“He was no bother. What was he thinking?” Your friend huffed a bit, but he was grateful nevertheless that the boy had helped you out earlier.

“He was practically a stranger. It’s not like you can set me up with every stranger.”

“I would if I could, you know,” Gaeul smacked you in your side, and sent you a wink. Of course you knew, she was that type of person. You had met her when she was already with Intak, so since her love life was already taken care of, it seemed that she wanted to meddle with others’ non-existent love life instead.

You just sent her a knowing look, but there was a smile forming on your lips. Maybe it was the pleasant times you spent together or how you cried over stressful times together, and how she was always there for you when you needed it - and not just as a roommate but as a friend too -, and she didn’t push you aside even if she was in a relationship, but you were really glad to have her in your life. That’s why you wouldn’t be able to hold a grudge against her or get mad even if she was oh so obviously setting you up with guys when you gave in to hang out with her at such places.

“Uh, how about that blue cocktail now? Intak said they would come soon, but we still have some time,” she suggested as her previous words about getting herself that cool-looking cocktail came to mind. You nodded, giving in to her suggestion, and went to the bar with your arms linked together, so that you wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd.

There were currently two bartenders working, and coincidentally, you ended up in front of Keeho again. When looking up from the counter and meeting your eyes, realisation hit him, and he gave you a big, commercial-like smile.

“Can’t get enough of my Winter Wonderland cocktail?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, and you felt a tug on your arm. Gaeul caught onto the fact that you had met before, it seemed, not that you should have been surprised.

“Actually, it would be for my friend this time. She said it looked cool, so she would like to give it a try,” you explained to the bartender who seemed to take notice of the girl beside you only then. His smile didn’t falter though. If anything, it just became wider.

“Oh, so you even promoted my drink. I feel fluttered,” he exclaimed theatrically as he put a hand over his heart. Gaeul started giggling beside you right immediately.

“Too bad I’m already taken. I feel like we could get along well,” she blurted out joyfully as the bartender got cracking on the drink. Your eyes widened comically as you glanced in the girl’s direction, but she was her usual casual self, and Keeho didn’t seem to mind her comment either.

“We can still be friends, you know,” the boy shrugged his shoulders equally casually, and your assumption of him getting along well with everyone seemed to be true as they kept conversing. The chit-chat just flew naturally, and somewhere along the way, Gaeul even mentioned that even if she was with someone, you weren’t taken, and you just hit her arm playfully while Keeho let out a carefree laughter seeing your friendly banter.

“Note taken,” he concluded with a semi-childish smile, and you had a feeling that he didn’t take it seriously, but still… The fact that he didn’t say he was taken made you question whether he was just more private about his relationship status than your friend was, or he was actually single.

Anyways, you couldn’t keep up the conversation for too long because Keeho was working, so you stepped aside, leaning towards the counter while waiting for the boys to show up. You couldn’t help but glance in the bartender’s direction though, and once, you even caught his eyes, so you immediately turned away. You were sure your face flushed.

A couple more minutes went by, and Intak showed up with Jiung by his side. Hyunsuk had given Doyum a ride back home because they lived in the same neighbourhood, so that left you with only the other two coming back. As expected, Intak was more preoccupied with his girlfriend than with his bandmate who took that as a sign to leave. You would have liked to leave too, only leaving the lovebirds behind, but the two kept bickering, and Gaeul insisted that she wouldn’t leave until she finished her cocktail.

In the end, Intak drank probably half of it because he was also intrigued by the colour, and instead of putting the glass back on the counter like anyone else would, the girl waited until Keeho was free and passed it back onto the chatty bartender while you were having a few words with the bassist.

Gaeul came back smiling, and you gave her a puzzled look. She looked like she had been up to something, and her boyfriend caught onto that, too, asking about the reason behind her mischievous smile while throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“I’ve asked your favourite bartender when he is leaving, and I’ve also asked him to walk you back to the dorms,” she admitted giddily, and your jaw literally dropped. What was she thinking? Asking a practically stranger to walk you home? “Before you would protest, he said yes, and I also warned him that if he does anything inappropriate, I know where he works, so I could easily find and take care of him.”

“That’s my girl,” Intak hollered, pretty impressed, and raised his hand for a high-five. The girl joined in, and now you had two widely smiling faces staring at you, not just one.

“You know, you’re pretty crazy.”

“I know you love me. Thank me later when you get together,” she winked at you playfully, and even though you had a nervous knot in your stomach, you were actually not that terrified of Keeho walking you home. Sure, he might have been a stranger, but you had a feeling that he was one of those people who could befriend everyone or at least found a few topics to talk about with anyone, so at least your walk back to the dorms wouldn’t be that boring. Though you were pretty hungry too…

So you asked Gaeul when the bartender would be leaving because you were already pretty hungry, and she said 10 minutes top, so you decided to wait it out while Intak and Gaeul were in their own world, talking about the 7-month anniversary date that they would go on after this. They were a cute couple, a pretty fun on top of that, but you always felt like you were third-wheeling beside them no matter how inclusive they were.

Hence, you were actually relieved when Keeho showed up, and after Intak vibe checked him, your friend and her boyfriend sent you two on your way. You were just about to tell Keeho that you were hungry when he suggested grabbing something to eat.

“I was just about to say that.”

“I’m actually a mindreader, but don’t tell anyone,” Keeho put his index finger on his lips as if he wanted to shush you, and you nodded fervently as if you took his warning seriously. After that though, both of you burst into laughter, and the good mood carried on until you made your way to a nearby American-style diner where you got yourself a strawberry milkshake and some pancakes followed by Keeho’s example who said that they were the best pancakes in Seoul.

“Besides that, pancakes for dinner is a criminally underrated concept. Who said that it’s a breakfast food? I think I need to talk with them,” he blabbered mindlessly, making big hand gestures in the meantime. You couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation, he just had that dramatic vibe around him, it was difficult to take him seriously.

As you two were having your dinner, the conversation didn't stop. Keeho was the type of person who could bring up any topic that came to his mind in between two bites, so it felt like one of those quiz shows where there were rapid rounds of questions you needed to answer. Not that the boy didn't give you enough time to answer, it was just that you jumped from one topic to another pretty quickly. Once you talked about your uni major, then you jumped onto your favourite songs, then favourite colour, then opinion on pineapple on pizza and so on. You got to know that he was working at the bar because he liked music, he liked getting to know people (though not drunk ones, he admitted with a semi-jokester smile), and because he was trying to make money for a European trip. He didn't yet know what he wanted to do as a profession, but he hoped that this trip could make him realise what his strength was, and how he could use that for a job.

"I think the fact that you get along so well with strangers is a pretty big strength in itself. You might think you aren't doing anything special, but I know that I wouldn't be able to do the same," you confessed straightforwardly, not ashamed that you were on the other end of the spectrum when it came to extroversion-introversion.

“What? I think we’ve overcome the strangers phase, haven’t we?” Keeho gaped dramatically, but continued on with a lighthearted laughter carrying his words. “For real though, I am usually outgoing, but there are people who can’t take my extraness and my extra sass, might I say, so sometimes it doesn’t really work out with them. I might be a bit oblivious, but I can sense when it’s reeeeally awkward with someone, so I just don’t force it then. I don’t feel like I have to force this conversation with you though,” he came to a halt and looked at you, expectantly. As the lights shone on him in that moment, you actually realised that his hair wasn’t totally black, it had deep blue strikes in it, too. It was pretty cool, and fit him and his outfit so well. Huh, how come you had not noticed it before?

“I hope I’m sensing it right,” he added hopefully, bringing you back to reality from your quite long stare at the boy’s hair and style. You tried to act coolly, hoping that he didn’t actually think that you were checking him out, more like zoning out (with him in the view).

“Yeah, absolutely. I was just curious. You seem like you can get along well with everyone.”

“Ah thanks,” he snickered and acted as if he flipped his hair. “That’s just my charm, I guess,” he added proudly before taking a few sips from his milkshake. You just shook your head; when he acted like this, he reminded you a bit of Gaeul, and how she was so eccentric sometimes, but maybe you found his behaviour charming because of the similarity to your friend.

A few seconds passed by without you two saying a word, just munching on your pancakes delightfully, but then, Keeho broke the silence.

"I know there are a lot of people-centric jobs out there, it's just that I haven't found the one yet. Though I don't mind my current job either. If nothing else comes, I'll be happy to continue doing it," he mentioned with a light, yet determined smile. You could tell that he was being honest, and you deemed that it was a great forte when people enjoyed what they were doing even while they were searching for something else. You remembered when you had that summer job as a shop assistant to raise money to go on a few day trip in the countryside with your high school friends, and while you were glad to have made money, you hadn't particularly enjoyed it.

"I mean, you're still young. You have time to figure it out."

"You say it like you're so old," he mentioned playfully, and you couldn't help but agree with him. You let out a giggle before explaining that you didn't even know that what you were studying for would end up being something you like as a real job, so you tried to reassure yourself with this in mind.

"I mean, what's there to worry about? What is meant to be will eventually happen," he pointed out with a casual shrug before taking another bite from his pancake. You nodded to his words because you also felt this way, and what better way to prove it than to look at yourself now with the chatty bartender from before.

The rest of the conversation went as smoothly as possible, filled with jokes and laughter and everything in between. Even though you were very different from Keeho in terms of your personalities, you didn't feel uneasy while being with him. If anything, it felt like you were perfectly at ease beside him because he made you feel good - in general and about yourself as well. You felt weightless as if you were in the clouds, and time passed by in a haze.

You only realised how late it was when you started yawning, and despite Keeho's joke about him boring you, he was the one who suggested going now. So you did, and even though you told him that he didn't have to feel compelled to walk you back to the dorms as per Gaeul's instructions, he insisted.

"I'm a gentleman. I absolutely must walk you home or else your friend will haunt me in my dreams," he faked being scared as he put his hands on his chest, but let out a laugh at the same time as you did.

You didn't protest though, so the walk to the dorms was equally as fun as the conversations with him before. You did get a few weird glances though when the boy suddenly broke into an Ariana Grande concert, but your face was red only because of laughing, not because of the embarrassment.

"You know, walking you back to the dorms was pretty fun when I didn't even know the route," Keeho admitted cheerily as you halted in front of the dorm building. His eyes were twinkling, shining oh so brightly and enthusiastically like a child’s. He did act like a big kid sometimes, but you found that really precious; that the world out there didn’t take this side away from him.

"But you did follow my lead well."

"I sure did, ma'am. You can also tell Gaeul about that," he continued being the prankster he was, but his facial expression soon turned more natural as he got out of his role. The creases on his forehead smoothened, the end of his lips curled upwards and instead of a cheeky smile, there was an almost melancholic smile on his face. A momentary silence struck you as you gazed at each other, looking for the right words to say. He had really pretty eyes, you noticed, and not just because of the life and joy in them, but because of their deep, dark yet gentle colour. You could probably stare at them for a while.

"I should probably head inside," you broke the silence, braving yourself to be the one to speak up first when you felt like it would have been inappropriate to stare at him any longer. He nodded, not taking your words to heart.

"Well, you know where to find me if you need some company. I usually have the same shift as today," he shared, not forcing you to stay in contact but giving you the opportunity to see him nevertheless.

"I will. Thanks for everything," you were about to bid your goodbye with a wave of your hand and a wide smile when your phone beeped with a message. You fished your phone out of your pocket and looked down at it, then at the bartender in front of you. He was already looking at you, his boyish smile on full display.

"Did Gaeul give you my number?"

"She did, but I wasn't sure whether she gave me a fake one or not, so I wanted to try it out before you leave," he confessed as he scratched the back of his neck. He seemed giddy and cheeky, almost child-like with that smile on his lips and his eyes twinkling, and your heart felt warm at the sight.

Now that he checked that the given phone number was real, he let you go your way, but he stood there in front of the building until you got out of his sight, and he stopped waving excitedly only when you stepped into the building. You shook your head in disbelief, but you also found yourself smiling.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and getting to know Keeho was the best of all.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

At first, I was pretty scared to get cracking on this series because I've never written anything like this before, but I think each ending has its own charm, so I'm happy that I could finish it. *-* I'm always fascinated by the idea of chance encounters and many different possibilities leading to a certain ending, so that's what I wanted to show here, too.

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

#keeho #keeho imagines #keeho scenarios #keeho x reader #keeho x you #keeho fluff #p1harmony #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony x you #p1harmony fluff

[bluesadansey]

adam from trc? (for the characters ask game!)

Why I like them: Difficult to sum up since he’s one of my favorite characters of all time, I mentioned he’s probably my second favorite specifically male character in media and I stand by that <3. He has a lot of traits that appeal to me between the control issues and emotional repression and being curious and wanting to know what is up at all times and being a resourceful smart bb who can probably (the traits that most make me vibe with male chars tbh), his ambition and drive and desire for autonomy is really admirable to me but I enjoy that his arc in original trc is about learning he’s worthy of loving and being loved and about the value of that, that vulnerability isn’t automatically going to lead to being ruined in a sense. And his whole journey/arc in original trc is really beautifully done, one of my favorite character arcs ever to this day. On the flip side he’s a freak and a menace and I adore that as well, his internal monologue and pov is truly unhinged in the most fascinating and fun way. I definitely wouldn’t be nearly as attached to him without that. And I love stories about identity and masking and characters who feel alien and other having malleable relationships to identity to conform… so that might have started a bit with my love for Adam I’m realizing.

Why I don’t: I’m satisfied enough with how the arc played out in canon to not hold this against him when it comes to my feelings about his char especially since the breakdown of Blue and Adam’s relationship is pretty compelling to me in general, but anytime I see fandom takes that act like he Never treated Blue badly during their relationship at all and blame her for everything … Bombastic side eye doesn’t begin to cover it. But that’s only related to fandom bs, in terms of moments I actually dislike him which are not reckoned with by the narrative at all obviously it’s the racism re: Henry in TRK, ugh.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): tbh so much of my favorite Adam content comes in his internal monologues and PoV rather than what he’s Doing in a scene… but DC Party scene is incredible <33. If you made me pick another scene would go with him blackmailing Greenmantle nefarious king <3. Oh but also being unbothered by Kavinsky’s death iconic… wait I actually changed my mind pretend I never said those things it’s definitely the sacrifice scene in TRB yes that is my final answer.

Favorite season/movie: I love his entire arc and journey in trc so much so it really could be any book each for different reasons but I’ll say TDT, I love a Downward Spiral that’s interesting and messy <33. But also his BLLB arc rules… but it is the more obvious answer since it’s more positive/uplifting so yeah will stick to TDT answer and unpopular opinion but he’s the best part of that book for me.

Favorite line: lonesome internal monologue is iconic for a reason it’s incredible… also his whole internal monologue about being jealous of all combinations of his (hot) friend hanging out without him is soo real and iconic. Oh also ik I slander TRK but his monologue about loving magic and not knowing he was capable of love before and then Cabeswater showing him the images of his friends in moments linked to heightened emotions surrounding them… went off. If we’re going with just dialogue World’s Ending Folks! tirade is iconic + the internal monologues surrounding it… so much fun to dissect together.

Favorite outfit: the white shirt and cargo pants from BLLB ig my man has no drip… actually changed my mind it’s the secondhand tweed suit Gansey’s dad gave him he wears at Harvard for symbolism reasons.

OTP: Adam/Gansey. I love him with Ronan too and find stuff to be compelled by re: him and Blue but Adansey just hits on a different level emotionally and narratively they are everything…

Brotp: Persephone I love their psychic mentorship in BLLB.

Head Canon: would not have said this was my take before this reread but I do actually think of Adam as having some more internalized homophobia than most of the fandom, not as intense and exacerbated by religious shame as Ronan’s but there in a subtler way. I think Adam at the beginning of the series has some level of awareness about his attraction to men without fully registering it/accepting it, when he thinks about a model for success in TRB&TDT it’s this very heterosexual WASP ideal him watching Declan and Ashley as a model is very this to me for instance and I reblogged some older meta posts about this I agree with (stopping myself here because I kind of want to make a separate post about my thoughts here at some point).

Unpopular opinion: He’s quite an emotional mess for most of the series so fanon portrayals of him as totally cool and collected and put together rub me the wrong way especially after rereading where it Really stood out to me how much fanon and canon tend to diverge... He’s a logical, pragmatic person and a brilliant problem solver but that boy is emotional as fuck (Not soft at all which is totally different from emotional imo) and his efforts to deal with that logically make it worse (I can relate but that’s beside the point), he’s also really not smooth it’s just that Ronan and Gansey’s disasternous is more telegraphed and it makes Adam’s easier to downplay, also a trademark of Adam narration is that He prefers to see himself as a totally logical in control of emotions person and will downplay his emotional investment/emotions as a factor even when his feelings come out in other thoughts and especially especially when you look at his actions….

A wish: makes me deeply sad that even though he clearly values knowledge, loves when other people love knowledge for it’s own sake and get’s a taste of that passion himself when it comes to how much he loves being a powerful psychic/doing magic, he never gets to have that in his academic pursuits because they’re all tailored to get him out of Henrietta / help him win at the capitalist American dream… I so want for him to find a major he’s actually passionate about.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: well from the Greywaren spoilers I heard (I read CDTH and MI when they came out and now that I’m done rereading the original series am rereading them and will then read Greywaren so will.. try to reserve judgement but what I’ve heard to me is 😬) but aside from that I did always hate the idea of him losing his psychic powers and I’m glad that specifically didn’t happen.

5 words to best describe them: ambitious, observant, obsessive, practical, neurotic

My nickname for them: don’t have one, but I did call him a Freak (affectionate) a lot while rereading so I guess you could count that

thank you so much! (send me a character for ask game)

#anons #trc #adam parrish #the raven cycle #s speaks #my meta #kind of #meta

[astronautbeans]

I love reading all your writing sm even though I've kinda left the hc fandom (especially your Pix stuff, you've made me and addict.) ("March of time" and "Etho sucks at taking care of himself" have taken over my brain over the past few days)

ANYHOW

for the fandom swap, Eldritch Xisuma and Voidwalker Keralis mayhaps 👀👀👀

ahhhh thank you!!!! alsooo what a prompt 👀

did anyone say voidwalker headcanons wildly different from my last voidwalker post? whoops

Keralis let out a relieved sigh once the effects of the world hop wore off. He stretched his arms high into the sky until they popped, letting the stars and dark smoke roll out around him as he could finally relax. It wasn't great, having to pretend to be human in a place where beings like them weren't allowed.

"Don't like those, the lot of them." Xisuma's voice came out annoyed, cut short by the voice box. Keralis looked over to see him stop pretending. The motions were familiar, how his tight and mechanical suit relaxed and how the parts started shifting around until they got comfortable — it stopped looking like a suit, and started looking like the facade it really was. "Dang checkups. They are so completely unnecessary. Just tell me to my face you don't trust me, this is just- it's- gah!"

"Oh Shashwammy, don't get yourself too worked up. We don't want the world to start rumbling again, do we? We're home now. We're safe." As if to prove his point, he let his stars roam until they twinkled around Xisuma, whose screen turned from a frustrated >:( into a neutral :| quick enough at that.

"You're right. They backed off. We're good, for a little while at least. Thank you."

"Anything for you, my dear Shashwam. Come, let's go to Decked Out. I've been itching to hang out with some friends. We should have some dinner as well." He'd pick something up when they got close to his base. For X, he fished a cooked chicken from his inventory, pulled his stars back to a safe distance and threw it over to the other.

Where his stomach should've been opened up into a gaping maw. It revealed an endlessly deep chasm, a coiling and writhing and ever expanding space of void stuff. A lone voice box hung close to the edges of it, where Keralis could clearly see it, tendrils of black holding it and its sparking wires up. It caught the chicken with another only a split second before the mouth clamped shut.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" The screen changed into a pleasant ^-^. "I did want to run Decked Out again!"

Linking their arms together, Keralis grinned. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

#forgive me i cant write keralis well :( #tw body horror #tw eldritch horror #xisumavoid #keralis #ink-ghoul's hermit trait swap game #answered asks

[alex-a-fans]

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

AAA THANK YOU @cheriboms AND @bttf-dork FOR TAGGING ME!!

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Too many times to count...

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what!

Yes! BTTF Playmobil advent calendar and an off-brand Funko pop Doc!

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

Pepsi free? None. Normal Pepsi on the other hand.... Over 50 cans for sure.

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

There were so many good ones, but if I had to choose... I choose 3!

Oh, How the World has Changed by @itsthemorph I just love the idea of Clara in 1985, even if it's only one chapter, I am sure the other parts will be great :)

June of Doom: let the Suffering Begin by @unknooooow. Now these ones are dark. They have become my Roman Empire, so I think about it once every few days. But again, I love angst, especially realistic. :)

Double Visions by @daryfromthefuture. While there were many good ones this one stuck out due to it having the talk of Citizen Brown (the not-so-silly doc). And it's also very touching and captures the friendship spirit greatly!

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

AGAIN MANY GOOD ONES.

this one by @future-boi LITTLE MARTY LITTLE MARTY

this one by @maxintime Cause Browns my beloved <3

this one by @bttf-dork (do u have any idea how long it took for me to find it, I thought I imagined it) THE COLORS, THE SHAPES AAA.

This one by @cheriboms The silly, the goofy, the little Baby Emmett (I WILL EAT THE FANART)

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

My time to shine :) /j

I am especially proud of June of Doom chapter 11 (Better known as Doc Has a Stroke literally). It took me two months to write, and it is still the longest one chapter I ever wrote (3k words). Also! I am afraid of hospitals and blood, so I have no idea how I wrote it. Also believe it or not, it was inspired by the animated series...

One more writing project I am proud of is Alteration. It is not because of how much I wrote, but how much I am still planning, and how many Ideas I have for it. I have every single detail planned :)

With art it's a bit more tricky. Since I am not THAT proud of any of them, but BTTF 2 end scene redraw is still one of my favs :)

How many times were you late for school this year?

At least three times, due to reasons outside of my control. But I hate being late.

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

My Favourite Martian (1999) Where Lloyd plays an Alien. I watched it because of my silly alien doc au. And I had an amazing angst idea out of it (I wrote it for June of Doom)

That is about it...

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

In the car. My parents are tired of me ranting about BTTF so Imagine me (not a singer) scream-singing Back In Time. :DDD

How many times did you fall down this year?

Honestly, either I didn't. Or I did too many times to count. Cause I don't remember

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

No...

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

Not many, maybe once.

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

This one is the toughest.

It will either be "I repeat, Verne, this is a fool's errand." "Does that mean you're coming?" I always tagged along when I knew my friend was making a dumb decision.

Or “Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?”

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

To the dance, I even went as Marty McFly. (Even if it was 80' themed I did not win, they did not get the joke :(

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

More art. Even more angsty fanfiction :)

I am tagging @unknooooow and I believe everyone else has been tagged. Maybe @jayisnotdrawing @bri-to-the-future @brinkle-brackle and @bentothefuturee @pine-killer55

Game by: @mjf-af

#bttf #back to the future #bttf ask game #ask game #bttf tag game