#(( đ«¶đ«¶ these two. heâs insufferable so sorry about that đ«¶đ«¶ ))
â  you didn't tell me that was a rule ... i didn't know i wasn't supposed to do that! â coughs
â I DID, however, tell you to call me sir. â Williamâs reply could almost be called bored, if not for the heated possession in his tone, the dark, glittering want in his eyes . . . The way he is bearing down, skin pressed against skin and chest pressed against back. â Youâre a smart girl. I know I donât need to spoon feed you everything. â
When he leans impossibly closer, this time his breath ghosts against her ear.
â Now prove it to me. â
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hello! i saw your requests were open and wanted to pop in! i have a bit of a weird? idk request, where itâs like max verstappen x reader first where it ends with angst, and then she ends w carlos endgame?? maybe a whole lotta lover boy feels from carlos and âoh i fucked up something greatâ feels from max, like essentially carlos that has been silently lining throughout readers relationship w max too?? iâm so sorry if this confused you! i loved ur previous carlos sainz fic!! đ€đ€
BLOOD FLOWS RED
genre: fluff; light smut
pairing: bestfriend!max x reader; carlos x reader
summary: max constantly fucking up comes in no better time for carlos.
word count: 3.7k (my longest fic so far đ)
warnings: angst, slight loverboy feels from max if you squint. voyeur max? not really but kinda ig and no beta we die like the ferrari fans we are đ«Ą google translate ass spanish, forgive me đđ«¶
author notes: OMG ANON YOU ARE A GENIUS!!! I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT. but small change tho, max x reader isnât rlly like a proper relationship. anyways, hope u guys enjoy đđđ
you were both 10 when you first met. your parents had been friends for a while by then, and they decided that they would place you and max in the same school. the two of you instantly kicked it off. it was like you guys were meant to be friends. you always shared the same opinions, the same preferences and all.
school with max was fun. the best, infact. the both of you hit it off well since the first time you met and had been inseperable (and insufferable) since. it was practically known to everyone that if max were to take a seat, the one beside it instantly belonged to you. you two had different friend circles, yes. But you were definitely each others best friend regardless.
highschool. highschool was a turning point in your friendship. although it was still as magical as it was, maxâs attention at that time drifted between girls and racing. the former, burnt your heart with jealousy. everytime he ditched plans with you for his new girlfriend, you secretly prayed to god they would break up so you could have him all to yourself. The latter however, you didnt mind so much. you were always a fan of racing, and it only bought you two closer. you still remember go karting with max like it was yesterday. even if he was always the one to win, you werenât too far behind, always coming it right after him. your deepest secrets, your highs and lows, your intrests, and everything about you was known to max, and max only. everyone would see you with him all the time, so no guys would ever approach you in school. Its not like you really minded it though, because maxâs girlfriends only ever lasted two weeks at the most, and you guys would find your way back to each other.
You found solace in the unwavering friendship you shared with Max . Growing up together, navigating the twists and turns of life side by side, your bond evolved into something deeper over the years. You were always hopelessly in love with Max, but you concealed your feelings, afraid of risking the precious friendship you had cherished oh so much. Everyone but max could see it. I mean how couldnt they? you were always like a lost puppy around the paddock, finding your way to max. Much like your races, you would always find your way right behind him. it was clear in the way you looked at him, with stars in your eyes. How your voice went slightly higher when you were around him. How you relax when youâre with him. How youâre the loudest person during a race, always screaming his name as he raced by. Everyone felt sorry for you, really. Because in return to all of your affections was nothing but a cold and stoic response. Donât get me wrong, Max definitely loved spending time with you, probably moreso than anyone else, but it was nothing in comparison to your admiration for him.
Afterall, in the world of Formula 1, where speed and competition reigned supreme, there was so space for screw ups. you needed to work hard for what you want and you needed to be cunning. and for max, nothing was as important as winning this yearâs championship and more to come, so youâve become used to his behaviour. he was quick, ruthless and on the top, and he wasnât about to let anything get in the way of his success. so even though it stung when you could see how little you mattered to him over the sport, you convinced yourself it was okay. Because this was maxâs dream since he was little, and whats a wish to date a boy over a pursuit for the championship but a speck of dust.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, you watched Max prepare for yet another exhilarating race. Your heart raced in sync with the roaring engines, anticipation filling the air. Deep down, you yearned for Max to realize the depths of your affection, but maybe it was too much to ask for, you think. He was always too caught up in his relentless pursuit of victory. Everyone saw it, even the rugged and striking driver of ferrari, with the number 55 adorned on his red suit.
Max insisted you leave him alone for a moment, so he could gather his thoughts before the race. âAre you sure, max?â âplease, just goâ reluctantly, you agreed and went into the paddock club. you settle into the couch and wallow to yourself. you just wanted to be there with him so you could calm his nerves, why was he acting unlike himself? you gather that recently this is all thats been happening. you always go behind him, wanting to be with him at all times, hoping to be the centre of his attention, but he stands like a stonewall. youâve grown tired of it really. But come on, you knew you would find your way back to him again. You were infact in love with him since you knew what love was, werenât you?
You get startled when a hand waves in front of your face âhelloo?â âoh my god im so sorryâ âno worriesâ he shoots you a cheeky smile. âdid you need anything carlos?â ânothing, i just wanted to ask if i could sit by youâ âyeah ofcourse, you didnt need to askâ honestly, this was the most youâve ever spoken with carlos, so you were confused by his sudden intrest in you. but really, it wasnât sudden at all. too absorbed into the grumpy redbull driver, you never noticed a tall figure clad in red lurk behind you two. He had seen it all. His eyes burned with rage everytime he saw you with max. What did he ever do to deserve you?
âCarlos? mate where the hell were you? you need to come to the garage, hurry upâ charles says, appearing out of thin air âiâll see you later, okay?â âBye sainzâ Looking back at you, carlos runs away behind the monagasque. you smile to yourself at the sudden attention from carlos. Atleast he distracted you, right?
yeah right. your nerves were all over the place the second the red lights blinked, and the race began. max was so off his game today, whats wrong with him? he was so far behind this race that even the alfa romeo cars had been ahead of him. it was his first race lately where he was behind a ferrari for once. you felt your heart thump as you wince, you know how much shit redbull & maxâs father give him on the offchance that he isnt the best in the game. he didnât deserve it, you think. he doesnât deserve the shit they put him through. since this was the start of the season, everyone was very anticipated to see the result, to see who is going to be this years leading drivers.
you catch your eyes drifting towards one specific car though, and its not the redbull one youâve always got your eyes on. the person leading the first race of the season happens to be the man that youve last talked to. carlos. you hold your breath, and blink for just a moment and there you see it, carlos gets the pole position. you dont know whether to be happy or not, a feeling youâre unfamiliar with makes your gut twinge. were you happy with the results? as much as youâd like to convince yourself otherwise, it was true. for some reason carlos winning made you feel proud, but in a split second you turn your eyes back to the circuit. max had gotten p7.
it was the night of that day that max had seen you under a different light. your look for the party had caught the eyes of everyone there, and unfortunately for max, even the eyes of a certain latino were set on you. Carlos was the first person you noticed the moment you stepped into the club. the ferrari pair had rented out the entire club for that night, celebrating their p1 & p2 standings. you instinctively go towards Carlos, talking him up about his big win. âSainz, that overtake on lap 35? Blew my mind.â âyou mustâve been attentive on me to catch thatâ he jokes, his chest rumbling with laughter. âoh come on everyoneâs talking about itâ âmaybe. but so are you, and thats not very commonâ âI give credit where credit is due, what can i say?â you giggle, taking a flute of champagne. âhey, how come you arenât with max? i ask only because this is the first time youâve come outside that circleâ he asks, slightly avoiding eye contact with you. âwell, i guess you could say i just found someone more worthy of my timeâ âOh..?â clearly amused with your answer, carlos decided that heâs not going to let you leave his side. He had a taste of it, and he knew he couldnât let go just yet.
2 drinks become 4, and 4 drinks become 8 when you decide that you are done being the quiet girl behind max. you think that itâs time that you let go, live the moment for yourself, and yourself only. okay, and maybe Carlos too. conversations with him were just so light and breezy, you didnt have to hold yourself back hoping youâd be molded into the kind of girl he wants. it was obvious that he was interested in you as is. âCarlosâ âyes, cariño?â âHow come ive never spoken to you before?â âYou know, actually you haveâ he wasnât wrong, but that was just small talk at events. This? This was different. you knew it. He knew it. âNo, no i mean like.. thisâ you say, speech slurred, hand reaching to brush his hair. âYouâre driving me crazy, mi vidaâ he chokes out, eyes closed and a sigh escaping his lips. âCarlos..â you feel like you cant breath as you say, âHelp me forget himâ by this point of your conversation you had realised that he did, infact notice things about you. Maybe even in a way no one else did. you raise your eyes to meet his and you lose yourself in their charm. his brown eyes with specks of gold drew you in more than youâd like to admit. âHermosa, when you have me,â he raises your chin up âYou will be sober when you have me, and you wont be forgetting it any time soonâwind gets caught up in your throat at his bold statement.
âCome on, let loose carlos join me!!â by this point it was the alcohol talking, not you. âokay okay how about we get you home now?â âoh shut up im just getting startedâ âno youâre not, come with meâ carlos says as he throws your arm around his shoulder to support you. âfuck, is she okay man? i can take her to her house just leave her with meâ max sayâs, finally emerging after eyeing you both all night. âdonât hold your breath mate, sheâs going home with meâ
you wake up the next morning with the worst headache, which only gets worse when you realise you canât recognise the room youâre in and the clothes youâre wearing arenât yours. you shoot your head up as you hear the door open. Carlos? wait a second. did you and he..? âCarlos, did weââ âDid you want us to?â âOh my god. OH MY GOD??â âCalm down im just messing with you, no we didnât do anything. i just had to change your clothes because you puked all over themâ this was so embarrassing you couldnât bear to look him in the eyes.
âim so sorry, i really am. i didnt think i would let go that much yesterday.â âDonât worry, i had fun. plus its nice seeing you not be so timidâ your cheeks flush at his compliment. Fuck. i abandoned max yesterday, you thought, booking a cab to his house as you pack your stuff. âYoure not seriously booking a cab right now, are you?â âNot all of us come from Generational wealth, Carlosâ you say, hoping you get connected to a driver as soon as possible. âNo, no. youâre coming with me.â he says, taking his car keys and showing you the way to the garage. The moment you arrive at maxâs house, you see an unfamiliar pair of heels by his shoes.
you knock on the door âMax?â No answer.âMax??â no answer yet again. you use your keys to open the door. âI didnât expect you to come at this timeâ he says, his hand over a girl who you barely recogniseâs shoulder. âWhoâs this, max?â âIt doesnât matter, she was just about to leaveâ the woman looks confused but exits, mumbling something to max as she leaves. âWhos that, your conquest of the week?â you ask the second you hear the door click. âWhy do you care? you mustâve had fun whoring out with the ferrari boys yesterday anyways.â He didnt mean for it to sound as harsh as it did, but what was done was done. Seriously? âFuck you max. iâve always been with you every second of every day and you donât appreciate me for a moment. you constantly ditch me for these random fucking girls who you know are just with you because youâre in redbull. And i let myself go for one night. One fucking night and youâre on my back calling me a whore? you know what? i am tired. i am done with your bullshit. Maybe ferrari is better after all, huh?â
âYou donât understand my pointâ âwhat point max? what fucking point? Are you blind or do you just convince yourself to ignore the fact that ive been in love with you since we started talking? Do you know how much it hurt me to walk in your shadow all these years hoping you would notice that i was there for you? to notice that i was the one for you?â âYou love me?â he sounds heartbroken saying it, but youâre on an adrenaline rush and donât take note of it. you could feel your feelings for him fading more and more as you spoke your feelings out to max. âNo. not anymore.â âFuck. i never- i never thought, fuck.â âguess you just realised it too late mateâ a voice speaks up behind you. âLets go back, i cant stand to see his face.â you spit, with venom lacing your words as they sunk into maxâs heart like a dagger.
After the incident with max, You realised that the night with the ferrari driver would be the start of something much, much bigger than you had expected. somewhere in between the races the 33 on your shirts slowly turned into 55. You didnt have to tell max youâve moved on, it was clear as day. Carlos had gifted you a bracelet, a custom cartier one with the initials c.s adorned by a small pendant of a chili. everyone on the paddock could see that max was history to you. By this point it was also famously known that you had become Carlosâs girl. you didnât mind the chatter though, you were so happy with carlos, he made you feel things that no one had been able to make you feel. he was gentle, and understanding. But at the same time, he knew exactly how to treat you, and the fact that you liked to be treated a little rough, once in a while, and he played it like a charm.
Your situationship with him was quick to blossom into a relationship, the best one youâve ever been in. Days with Carlos were magical. he was crazy for you, as were you for him. you were so used to people stepping all over you that carlos treating you the way you deserved to be treated caught you off gaurd at times, but you grew attached to that quality of him. he made sure that he was the best man for you, and that you were treated exactly how you deserved to be. you noticed that you didnt even ask him for anything, he miraculously knew exactly what you wanted, and he delivered seamlessly. You had drifted significantly from max, but you didnât mind anymore. Carlos was the only one for you and there were no doubts about it.
This particular morning was that of the emilia- romagnia grand prix, with you by the ferrari garage with carlos. everyone there had become used to you at this point, charles and some of the engineers becoming some of your best mates. Right now you were in carlosâs room, sitting on the bed as you watched him get ready. it was a home race for the ferrari boys. âWhat?â carlos talks over the phone, clearly upset with whatever heâs heard. you sit up straighter at his sudden change in demeanour. âFuck. guess thereâs nothing we can do huh?â he says, moments before he hangs up. âItâs canceled. the race is canceled because of a flood.â âWhat? Im so sorry to hear that Carlos, i know how much this race means to you.â you say, walking up to him and fixing up his shirt.
âIs there anything i can do to make you feel better?â memories of that night rush back into your head. you take in a sharp breath remember what carlos told you that day. âIâm sober nowâ âYou remember that?â he looks into your eyes, his own shifting into a darker look. âI couldnât for a moment forget itâ you pull his collar in towards yourself âyou little minx, me estĂĄs matandoâ âLets see if youâre a man of your word, sainzâ you dare to say. âyouâre gonna wish you never challenged me, hermosa.â
His lips crash against yours as he pulls you up to jump onto him, legs wrapped around him as you take him in, in all his glory. your brain becomes foggy, and a thousand diffrent scenarios run around your head and at once, the all stop, Leaving your head a blank space. you run your hands through his hair, breathless. he walks you both over to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as unsaid words get conveyed to you. i want you. he gently places you on the bed, getting onto his knees.
You pull away from him for a moment, just a moment. you needed to get comfortable into the bed, and even the split second away from him makes you grow impatient. you look down to see him frantically trying to pull your shorts off you. Frustrated, you pull him by his neck back to you, kissing him with a rush youâve never experienced before. you close your eyes, his wandering hands feeling making you feel sensitive all over. even a harmless rub against your thigh ticks you off. the whimper youve been suppressing comes out into the kiss, making Carlos feel as though he was losing his mind. he couldnât take it anymore. he wanted you, he wanted you so badly he felt like a teenager about to cum in his pants.
All you wanted was to scream his name, loud enough for the entire hotel to hear, and he, wanted to listen to them on repeat like they were the best musical piece ever created. he was drunk on lust. âCan i?â you nod with all your might, you couldnât handle it anymore. âUse your words, mi amorâ âYes, yes. please i want it so bad carlos, please.â âGod, you sound so angelic begging for me right now.â Just as he was about to take off his top, the two of you hear a series of knocks on your door.
âAre you in here? its maxâ âWhy is he here?â just as you were about to cuss him out, carlos signals you that hes got it covered. He picks you up, making you put your legs over his torso again. âCarlos? what are you-â he shushes you, a finger falling over your swollen lips. just as you reach the room door, he clashes his lipâs against yours again. he slowly takes off the lock on the door, leaving max to think he can come in.
max is greeted by the two of you feverishly making out as he opens the door. you and carlos pay him no mind though, as if you couldnât even see him. âFuck you guysâ He shouts as he bangs the door on his way out.
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Hello and good morning/day/night :]
I was wondering, in BNF, weâve gotten tiny little bits of information about the âNice and Accurate Propheciesâ (not sure if thatâs the correct title, sorry) book and TV series, if there was anything else you could tell us about it?
Character names, storylines, plots, any fun details you may have made up or otherwise, etc, etc.
I just think itâs sweet how interested both Aziraphale and Crowley are in the series, and if you might be as interested, if not more, in it too.
Thank you, and have a lovely Sunday. đ«¶
this is it, my leash has snapped, i'm wild in the streets, thank u for asking; i'm gonna go be insufferable now
(hi @neil-gaiman if you see this, i think it's safe to read, but it does border on being fan fic. i'm writing a fic where crowley and aziraphale are an artist + writer in an online fandom, much like we are for good omens, and this is the fake story i've made for them to be fans of đ)
The Nice and Accurate Prophecy
info dump of the fake 5 book series by Agnes Nutter (1985-1992) and its fake fandom:
The Nice and Accurate Prophecy
The Strange and Improbable Prophecy
The Vague and Perfidious Prophecy
The Tense and Harrowing Prophecy
The Faint and Ineffable Prophecy
a dramatic, layered story with a bizarre and unexpectedly lovable cast of characters, humour that hits you out of nowhere, and a lot of attitude from the narrator. a la Good Omens, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
fantasy/historical fantasy and mildly action & romance
a la good omens, a witch and a witchfinder become friends and help each other throughout history, despite being on opposite sides. they get closer as they fight against the immoral plays from their prospective sides (the witchfinder army and a demonic cult the witch was born into) that each lose sight of their core values in a bid to hold more power over the world.
the story is set primarily in a medieval fantasy era, but suddenly jumps to the present in the later books, catching everyone off guard and giving a whole new context to enjoy the story. the challenges they face parallel the earlier story but in a modern take with modern technological twists. the modern era is the late 80s, since that's when it was written.
the witch reincarnates, similar to doctor who, due to a high class black magic ritual they performed in their arrogant youth (which they were NOT supposed to have access to). they've had long lifetimes where they die of old age, and others where they've barely managed to live a year. their reincarnations aren't entirely random; they will reincarnate according to their growth and preferences as a person (a la Magical Boy's magical outfit generations), which includes fluctuation in gender identity. their pronouns fluctuate depending on each "face" they wear, but have canonically been a "they" before. the good side of the fandom (crowley & aziraphale) default to they/them as an overall rule. they do have a name, but they like to change that too, so the fandom almost exclusively calls them witch, or witchy.
the witchfinder also has a name, but the fandom have taken to calling him witchfinder to match the fact that witchy is called by their role. it also helps that a lot of the witchfinder narration refers to him by role instead of name. he is human, 30ish in appearance, but at the end of the first book, the witch fears to lose him and curses him with immortality against his knowledge to try and keep him safe.
witch is crowley-coded, witchfinder is aziraphale-coded. my to-do list includes an illustration of the two of them played by michael and david :') but i picture them being kind of like newt and anathema for the most part.
ship names include witch/finder, witchwitch, wÂČ or witchÂČ, and witchfound.
at the start of the first book, they meet and become friends without knowing each other is a witch & finder. the witchfinder is a bit bumbly, like newt, and the witch is cool and suave but neurotic and insecure like many human au variations of crowley (major overcompensation vibes). witch is male at the start of the first book. their friendship is secure when witch finds out he's a witchfinder, so there's less "oh my god i'm friends with the enemy, is he going to kill me in my sleep?" and more "ah fuck, Lets Drink About This"
there's battles, horseback riding, camping out in dark woods, disappearing and losing each other for months at a time, and many missed connections as they try to work together against two common enemies, whilst keeping up the facade that they're on their respective team's sides.
there's charged chemistry in the first book, but it's more plot heavy. there's hints of shippy moments in the 2nd book that fall in between the plot. there's a Moment of almost confession in the 3rd book, and a non romantic kiss towards the end (we gotta, for neil). they're pretty much married in the 4th book, securely at each other's side, but never actually talk about it until the end, and there's a more explicitly stated shippy connection in the 5th book.
agnes herself is a total recluse who drops books out of nowhere then goes back to existing somewhere in the english countryside (people presume). she's happy to supply signed copies to fundraisers and conventions, and sometimes random bookshops across the country will be vandalised with genuine autographs on the inside covers. she's notoriously pedantic about being involved with adaptions behind the scenes, but she has no social media and isn't ~around~. she once did a talk when she was presented with an honorary doctorate, and did a single book signing when the first Prophecy book came out, but beyond that she keeps to herself.
there are a small handful of quotes from her in behind-the-scenes footage talking vaguely about character intensions and clarifying world building, but she likes to leave things up to interpretation like neil does. it's in these few snippets of interaction we've seen from her that she's steadfastly supportive of intersectionality and lgbt rights, like staring dead-eyed at an interviewer when they ask her a ridiculously heteronormative question about the characters (like "have you read my books?")
adaptions include:
(most adaptions start like the book, with a male witch at the beginning that turns into a female witch when they first regenerate. the early ones usually change the pacing by switching to a female actor by the time they realise witchfinder is a witchfinder, unlike in the book where he's male for this scene, and there's way less Chargedâą chemistry between the m/m witch/finder.)
Feature Film: late 90s, kind of cheesy, but good spirited fantasy (a la Indiana Jones). focuses on the first book alone, with hints to a sequel that never happened.
Abandoned TV Pilot: early 2000s, a little too dramatic but still a good time (a la the Dungeons and Dragons 2000, ASOUE 2004). good source of gifs and Momentsâą but the fandom is generally Fine with it being abandoned.
Stage Performance: late 2000s-early 2010s, a stellar stage adaption of the first book with elements of the 90s movie. f/m witch/finder the whole way through. one cast used m/m actors but it was a short run and only a handful of fans were lucky enough to catch or remember it. crowley would give his left arm (or someone's, anyway) to have experienced it, so a fan sent him some flip phone camera footage of it that he keeps on a harddrive in his safe.
HBO Streaming Series: late 2010s-present, high quality, highly revered, resurged the fandom's popularity and spread the series further overseas. made in america, but doesn't try to americanise the series. extremely respectful to the books, with easter eggs to the film, and is working its way through the entire book series (a la The Witcher netflix series). f/m witch/finder, but has had one episode that included some flash backs/montages of different witch faces. probably like 15 minutes total screentime of a male witch played by a ncuti gatwa level/style of actor, which the fandom has giffed, edited, and screencapped to oblivion.
Several bonus books: Agnes has written a few extra books (a la The Unauthorized Autobiography of Lemony Snicket and The Beatrice Letters), as well as curated some anthologies from other authors (a la A Study In Sherlock). there are a total of 3 anthologies so far, in which other authors have written stories about the characters in their own tellings. basically like canonised, published fan fiction, curated and authorised by agnes herself. There's also an unfinished graphic novel that retells the book series (a la The Adventure Zone comic), but has been WIP/unheard of since the 3rd book.
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I NEED to see brat tamer!Eddie and bratty!Reader. Like every little thing reader is a brat about. âcan you do that for me?â âI donât know, can I?â Vibes yk? Also I love the idea of Reader getting needy and bratty and she starts tugging on his belt loops to get his attention while heâs working on hellfire stuff. Okay thank you, love youđ«¶
author's note: uh...yeah i have no words. sorry for this.
cw: 18+ (minors dni), bratty!reader, dom!eddie (sorta), degrading language, rough foreplay/sex (slapping, hair pulling, ect), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lots of manhandling, dom/sub dynamic (sorta), reader loves teasing eddie at any and every opportunity, this is just completely self indulgent dirty smut
word count: 3k
It started at the Hellfire meeting that night, just as you two slipped through the door and waited for others to file in a few minutes later. His searches for the light in the dark of the room, mumbling over his shoulder toward you.
âCan you grab my stuff?â He asks monotone, turning his head to glance at your before successfully finding the switch and flipping it on.
And normally, youâd do it without question. But, Eddie had been insufferable for the better half of the day and most of the morningâfinding every way to tease you throughout the day. Small touches, snide remarks, all the stuff he knew got under your skin the quickest and then it all went dead, focusing on the big event for the nightâtoo you, just another D&D session.
So you turn it up, dropping your things on the table as you spoke, âI donât know, can I?â
Eddie scoffs softly, rounding on his heels to turn in your direction. âExcuse you?â
âYou heard me.â You reply sharply, standing straighter as Eddie walked your way, âCan I?â You repeat yourself, dragging the words out.
âAre you already starting this?â Eddie asks, eyes narrowing slightly as his eyebrows crease in frustration.
âOhâso itâs fine when you mess with me all day, but the moment I flip it back on you, itâs a problem?â
And maybe it was a little bold, but youâve never been one to hold back when it came to defy Eddieâyou never backed down from an argument, even when you knew you were fated to lose.
Eddie crowds you in, hand drifting along the column of your neck until his thumb can press against the underside of your jaw, titling your face up to meet his.
âNot here,â He says lowly, ââyou want to act like that? Save that shit for later.â
Laterâout of the watchful eyes of others, in private, somewhere Eddie could deal with it the way he wanted to.
You grimace slightly, wiggling away from his grip, but it only tightens further, his jaw clenching at your moment,
âGot it?â He asks, expecting only one answer.
Youâre nice enough to play along for the moment, giving him a subtle nod. Unfortunately, it was only the beginning.
Eddieâs sat near the end of his bed, feet planted firmly on the floor and his elbows digging into the rips of his jeans, leaving small indentations in the skinâand Eddieâs so lost in his own scribbling and jotting down of notes that he doesnât even notice the faint tugging at first. He thinks that maybe your foot skimmed him on accident, turning over in bed as you napped. Heâd watched you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire and he was kind enough to carry you insideâbecause despite the risky and powerful dynamic between you two, he still loved you as he would any partner and it was a small way to show his affliction toward you and just how much he cared, but the adoration you had for it was short lived, remembering how sweltering his words had been earlier in the evening.
The days werenât always like this eitherâyou could go days, weeks even, another normal and healthy relationship, but there was always that deep, dark underbelly that lingered when things got too tense or one of you went to far.
You crawled forward slowly, eyes still hazy from sleep as you curled around him, fingers looping into the loops of his jeans, belt forgotten and the button of his jeans spread open. It gave you less resistance, tugging and tugging until he sighed with a long, heavy breath.
âStop.â He complained, though it was lightheartedly and didnât seem at all threatening, the dull pencil flipping between his fingers absently.
You make a small noise, a groan of disapproval as you tightened your fingers and tugged harder, nearly forcing him backwards, papers slipping from his hands as he tumbled back against you, palm barely able to catch himself.
âGodâdo you ever listen?â He asks, turning over his shoulder to flare up at you, your mouth turned up in a salacious grin.
You shook your head slowly, a slow hand creeping under the collar of his shirt and beyond the chain of his necklace, blunt fingers dragging against the pale, alabaster skin of his chest and through the stubbly patch of hair there. Eddie tenses, using his free hand to grab your arm, yanking it out his shirt.
âHey,â You pout, tossing your hand to the side as Eddieâs face morphs into annoyance, shoving himself back up and away from you, âIâm bored.â You tell him, voice soft and pleading.
âAnd you were asleep five minutes ago,â Eddie counters, âyou know I need to get this campaign finished and you always think this is the most convenient time to ask for sex.â
You laugh softly, watching as he departed the bed and stood on his feet, unbuttoned pants leaving little to imagine as the hard line of his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. âIs it working?â You inquired teasingly.
âNo.â Eddie doubles down, how shameful of him.
Your eyes flick down to his dick pointedly, smirk growing on your face. âOh, so weâre lying now?â
âWhatâs with the fucking attitude all day?â Eddie avoids your line of questioning, bartering his own.
You shrug, walking on your knees toward the edge of the bed, leaning back on your heels as you looked up at him, his face devoid of any emotion, eyes eerily hollow.
âItâs been a while,â You tell him somberly, despite the teasing hand on his cock, palm rubbing against the front of his jeans. He doesnât move away, but he doesnât react positively either, âand youâve been mean all day, Eddie.â
âLike you havenât?â Itâs redundant, but you respond anyways.
âOnly because you started it.â
âThatâs a weak fucking argument.â Eddie chuckles lowly, raking a hand through the crown of your hair, shoving the lose strands away from your faceâyou were expecting a gentle touch, but thatâs quickly diminished when the hand winds in your hair, pulling snug until you canât help but react, you whine softly.
âEddie,â You respond, âthat hurts.â
âThen tell me to let go.â He answers.
You shake your head stubbornly, letting his other hand pull you up from under your arm until your forced to stand before him, eyes never lingering away from his own.
âGet in the bathroom,â Eddie urges, shoving you toward the door with little force, knowing youâd go easily, ânow.â
Well, maybe you were biting off a little more than you could handle, but everything with Eddie was exhilarating, never a dull moment in betweenâhis face was still plain, not a hint of smile or any sign of anger.
âYouâre so easy,â You remark sweetly, calling over your shoulder, "canât even admit how badly you want it.â
You leave without a word from him, slipping down the quiet and dark hallway, trailer empty aside from the both of youâthe bathroom door is already wide open, a tiny cramped room with not nearly enough space. There was only a few seconds of limbo before Eddie was right there, startling you at his ability to remain completely silence as he clicked the door shut behind you. You can only assume why he ordered you in here, face scrunching up in amusement.
âHuh, noââ You laugh, âyou have a perfectly sized bedâfuck, even a couch. We are notââ
âTurn around,â He interrupts, shifting his loose pants further down his waist, tucked under the expanse of his assâand when you donât move, he shifts your body for you, ââare you gonna fucking listen or not?â
âWhy should I?â
Eddie knew you'd keep this game up as long as you had the energy and power over himâand he could admit it, you were very well capable of doing it, now being a perfect example.
The only solution was fucking it out of you, leaving you as speechless as possible. That's one thing Eddie was capable of.
âYou want to act like brat, Iâll treat you like one.â He remarks snidely, pulling at the thin material of your shorts until they drop to your ankles, helping you out of them wordlessly. âKeep talkingâitâll only make it worse.â
Eddie drops to his knees in an instant, lifting you up on your tiptoes as you leaned over the edge of the sink, hands grilling the porcelain tight. His mouth is hot and wet as his tongue licks a broad strip up your cunt, the vulgarity of it sending a jolt of surprise through your body, gasping at the suddenness of it.
Your mouth hung open slightly, sounds dying in your throat as you tried to focus, refusing to give Eddie the upper-hand that he wantedâheâs got you spread wide, his face stuffed up against your cunt as he licks into you, the angle frustratingly pleasurable as his tongue glides over your clit in quick fleeting movements, your hand shooting back to sink into his curls, pulling harshly as you bury him deeper and deeper into the ache that was growing between your legs.
But, Eddie isnât having it. He grabs the idle hand on the sink and the one buried in his hair and holds them tight, stopping momentarily to dig into the back pocket of his jeansâyou know itâs coming and you canât be bothered to stop it.
âYou donât get to have things your way,â He warns, finding the handkerchief stuffed in his pocket and wrapping it around your wrist, tying it looselyâpart of him was hoping youâd play along, not wanting to leave any visible marks. He wanted you to give that power over to him willingly, ânot tonight, sweetheart.â
You nod slowly, feigning innocence for the moment.
Eddie stands then, body dragging against yours as he speaks, âYou think you can take me like this?â Eddie asks, âI donât really think you deserve my fingers.â
âSo I donât get your fingers, but I get your dick?â You counter, earning a subtle smirk in return. âThat doesnât seem like a fair trade.â
Eddie snakes an arm around your front, forcing your chin up to look at him in the small mirror, squeezing at your cheeks until your mouth was forced open, âItâs a yes or no questionâI donât need your smartass remark.â
You laugh daringly, âSorryâcan you repeat yourself?â
Eddie doesnât appreciate that, hand slipping down to your neck to pull back with force, body held tight against his. You couldnât see in the mirror anymore, only his face as he glared down at you.
âYes or no?â Eddie asks again, slower and much more menacingly. You breathe harshly against his grip, realizing he wasnât going to let go until you answered.
âYes,â You say weakly, âI can take it.â
âGood,â He replies softly, the grip on your neck loosening until you fall forward, his hand stabilized on your shoulder to help keep you upright, âdonât think I can wait much longer anyways.â
And despite Eddieâs vicious approach, he enters you slow, watching your face for any signs of painâthe stretch was welcomed and normal, a breath of relief when he was finally settled into you fully, giving you a moment to adjust.
âShit,â He curses, ââmessing with me all day just to have me fuck you like this?â
He doesnât need you to answer, doesnât want it, speaking his thoughts out into the charged air between you.
âAlways have so much to say until my cock is inside you,â He can see the twitch in your expression, begging to respond, and he laughs, fingers dragging up along your face as his thumb drags along your bottom lip teasingly, ââyou think itâs cute to berate me?â
Itâs a double-edged sword, so you donât respond in any way. But, Eddie doesnât like that either. Heâs squeezing at your face again, hips thrusting slowly in comparison to his rough grip. âSo does that mean I get to do the same to you? Treat you like a whore?â
You moan softly at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, but the word is like a trigger, face turning up in amusement as you laugh.
âYeah? Thatâs what you want?â Eddie asks with a condescending tone, earning an eager nod from you. âGod, youâre so fucking predictable.â
You shrug slightly, shocked by how quickly he releases your face, dropping suddenly until his hand wraps into your hair, pulling your face back up to stare at him through the reflection and it feels like youâre being transportedâlooking at a different version of yourself.
Heâs barely even done anything and you already look wrecked, embarrassingly so. He leans in closer, breath ghosting over your ear as his eyes make contact with you through the mirror, âAnd youâre gonna watch while I fuck you. I want you to see how desperate you look.â He says lowly, hips snapping sharply, âEvery,â another rough thrust, âfucking,â a harsh tug at your hair, âtime.â
You moan out loudly, feeling Eddie bury himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, eyes squeezing closed on instinct, only shooting back open when thereâs a sharp slap across your faceâitâs quick and doesnât really sting, but itâs gets your attention. âWhat did I say?â
âToâto look,â You stammer, an endless soundboard of noises as Eddie didnât relent, free hand gripping your hip tightly, bringing your ass back against him with every thrust, the loud sound of skin against skin drowning out any other noise in the trailer, ââwhile you fuck me.â
Eddie nods slowly, eyes dragging down to his dick, the sight nearly enough to make him come then, groaning at how perfectly you gripped him, soft velvet walls like heaven to sink into, again and again.
âAnd to remember who makes you feel this good,â He reminds, the hand gripping your hip sliding up the front of torso and under your shirt, squeezing gently at your bare tits, the outline of his hands and rings visible through the thin materialâthe rings were always cold compared to his warm hands and it was never something you got used, gasping at the way they bit at your skin, âsay it, baby.â
Your eyes roll back slightly from the sheer pleasure consuming your body, his hips an overwhelming and unfaltering pace as he sunk into you with fervor. You try to say it, but it dies on your tongue, eyes falling shut again as you strained against the hold he had in your hair, begging for relief. Eddie notices, breaking the act for a brief moment to switch his hold, hand caressing your face in a loose grip, just enough to hold you upright to see in the mirror, his gaze still as permeable as ever.
âSay it,â He reminds, rubbing at heat growing in your cheeks, âfuckâsay my name.â
âEddie,â You gasp softly, âitâs you, Eddie.â
Eddie nods proudly, his pace faltering slightly, facade slipping as his jaw clenched tight, breathing sharply through his nose as he tried to hold out.
âPlease,â You beg, âpleaseââ
Youâre not entirely sure for what.
âOhâcanât find the words now, huh?â Eddie teases, the hand thatâs stuffed under your shirt guiding down until his fingers can drag over the sensitive bundle of nerves, an instant relief when he finally touches you, you sigh sharply, eyes squeezing shut in concentration. âNo, eyes openââ Eddie urges, tapping at your face with his finger lightly, stopping his movements until you did just that.
âUse your manners, baby.â Eddie reminds, âAsk for it.â
âCan Iâcan I come?â You ask softly, âEddie, pleaseââ
Eddie laughs quietly, âApologize.â
If it werenât for how desperately you wanted to come, you wouldâve ripped him a new one and told him off, but you needed this.
âFuckâIâm sorry.â You force out.
âFor?â
Eddie snaps his hips roughly, on the edge of his own undoing, barely able to keep himself together too.
âBeing mean,â You gasp out, âand teasing you.â
âAnd being a complete fucking brat?â
You nod weakly, his fingers gliding over your sensitive clit with an intensity that brings you tipping over the edge quickly, fingers gripping into the trip of Eddieâs shirt from where your hands are still bound behind you, nearly ripping the material at the seam. Eddie pulls out quickly, urging you to turn around. His eyes are pleading, a stark difference from his earlier demeanor as he tugs at his dick swiftly, mumbling a quick, âCan I?â
And you can only assume heâs asking for one thing, quickly undoing the binding as you sank to your knees, hands gripping his thigh for leverage as he gripped your face with his free hand, your tongue slipping out carefully as he rested the achingly red and leaking tip over it, giving you a feeble groan of warning before heâs coming with a visceral, âFuckfuckââ and letting the milky white of his orgasm drip out of your mouth slightly, urging it closed with a tap at your chin, watching you swallow without question.
Eddie falls against the wall in exhaustion, watching you do the same as you leaned against the sink, still naked from the waist down. You laughed into the silence, a small giggle that bubbles from your chest.
âToo much?â Eddie asks, bracing for your retort.
You shake your head honestly, âNot enough, in my opinion.â
âGod, youâre a masochistâI swear.â Eddie replies with a smile, grabbing at the hand that lingered around his thigh, pulling you against him with practiced ease.
âYou just fuck really good when youâre upset,â You admit, open mouth gliding against his, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, âlike, really good.â
âYeah?â Eddie laughs.
You nod confidently, âIâm pissing you off everyday if it results in thatâwell, maybe without the bathroom next time.â
âI didnât want to mess up the organization I had going with the campaign stuff.â Eddie defends weakly.
You snort in disbelief, âOrganization? You know whatâno, Iâm not even gonna touch that one.â
You tug at his pants until get he gets the message pulling them over his hips before youâre ushering him out of the bathroom without a word, closing the door behind him.
Eddie stares on in disbelief at the closed door, âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
Unfortunately for Eddie, heâd never know.
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i neeeeeeeeed to know more abt your trojan ocs anytime you wanna share
heehee i got a special pookie for ya jo ïżœïżœ (trojans ocs roster here)
06: Mateo Solano (22) USC Trojans Goalkeeper
here comes theeeeee... Bitchâą
don't got a gif for him sorry
i also now realize i accidently gave him Seth's number... wow. but believe me, Mateo's sm worse. i love mi princesita Seth. i don't even like Mateo. (jk. but like, he sucks a whole lot before he gets his redemption arc. interpret that however you want.)
he's one of the seniors of the team, he's 5'9 and fucking bitter about it, he studies Spanish because he is a lazy mf who has no plan but to go Pro (fortunately he will)
106% fuckboi energy fr he's insufferable
at the start of the new season (when Jean joins) he is still crabby about Laila having rejected him when he asked her out after their loss to the Foxes (in my universe/wip, Lailalvarez are not together yet bc i want to explore their relationship from the beginnings :) )
Mateo isn't really interested in Laila anyway, though, and he doesn't know why 1) it still stings and 2) he even asked in the first place (perhaps because they are the golden goalie duo of USC, perhaps because she is better than him and has broken records, perhaps because of something else...)
he's also such a bitchy asshole to Jean, because Jean is a beast on the court and Mateo is jealous
he's single and a v because he is waiting for marriage and the right girl (siiiiiiiiike!) (still fuckboi aura tho he's that extra)
comes from a very religious household and he is a practicing believer
he doesn't really have any friends on the team (sad) because he is so prickly and bitchy, but everyone is still kind and open to him because he is very reliable on the court, in the goal, and he does not second-guess or question authority, he's very good at following orders and instructions, always aiming for the best
and though it's good for everyone that he stays in goal because of his problematic attitude that would get the Trojans carded if their opponents heard him talk, the power of bitch he possesses is also a great asset, as he easily makes any enemy player lose their temper with his saccharine remarks paired with a Colgate smile
now! the plot twist!
Mateo is what you would get if internalized homophobia + comphet had two legs and an attitude problem
he is as homophobic as Seth and Aaron were, and even more if I dare say, and though he's never outwardly a hater and never uses slurs (at least he holds back on that for Jesus), he's such a bitch about homosexuality... it makes him so angry and queasy, he'll be rude af to you, he'll leave the room fuming, not participate in conversations, that kind of thing. he tries very hard to forget about Jeremy, to overlook it, and he's not like Lucas, questioning Jeremy's decision because of his sexuality, but it's so much better when Jeremy is single... (ik how this sounds, but believe me when i say he does not have a repressed crush on Jeremy, or Jean. that's just his Exy inferiority complex.)
thing is, it becomes incredibly difficult for him to ignore all of that gayness when Laila and Alvarez get together (oh), when Levi suddenly drops Angie to get closer with their assistant coach, when Jeremy clearly has a huge thing for Jean, the Drivers come out with their own gay thang, when Coach Rhemann himself gets his shit together with his long-lost broody ex... Mateo is literally surrounded by homos.
and sure, the wlw stuff never really bothered him, didn't get the appeal (and why do you think Mateo!!!), but with almost all of his authority figures dabbling in the gay, Mateo is kind of a caged animal, and he's bound to lose control and do some very stupid things, like start fights, get benched, punch a wall or 2...
oh, and there's Yanko too.
infuriating ginger man that won't leave him the fuck alone. mountain man of steal who is somehow always right, and chill. the designated Mateo-handler, apparently, because Jeremy had to delegate that hot potato to someone with less... undesirable traits to Mateo (i'm not sure yet how the rest of the team handles his outbursts bc he's not open about why he has them, not very vocal, but there's definitely a specific thing wrong at play here whenever they happen, and maybe Jeremy has an inkling, idk, tbd)
so it really comes out of NOWHERE. nobody, NOBODY has a fucking clue. least of all Mateo. then suddenly Yanko has had enough and pushes Mateo into a wall, and kisses him, very publicly, and Mateo kisses back.
there's a whole lot that goes on behind the scenes before that first fiery PDA, and after that it all goes downhill for a while before balance is found again. anyhoo. enemies-to-lovers ftw â
Mateo's family is very loving and supporting of him btw <3
and that's all for now for the resident pendejo of the Trojans, Mateo Solano đż
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Knight Nikolai comes home one day. Lip busted open, black eye, cuts and bruises on his body and reader (maybe a healer?) cleans him up. And thereâs tension between the two because duh (btw love how you write knight Nikolai đ«¶đŒ)
Yes yes YESSS BABY and thank you for the compliment <3
Youâre no medic, you really arent. (Sorry anon but even though Iâve been in med school i love clumsy reader)
Sir Nikolai Lantsov, your personal guard and closest friend, winces when you dab at the gash above his brow. He ignores your scowl and glares right back at you, his blue eyes stormy. You huff out your nose and set the rag down, planting your hands on your hips.
âStop being a baby.â
âYouâre hurting me, woman.â
You glare. He glares back. From where youâre standing in between his legs, his body perched on a chair, youâre highly aware of how close he is to you. The manâs a living furnace, for saintsâs sakes. Heâs keeping you warm by just being near him and youâve barely started cleaning him up.
Just look at him oh myâ
âStop. Moving.â You instruct him, taking his slightly bruised chin in your hand and forcing his face up. Blue eyes meet yours from a fraction away, his soft breaths touching your cheeks. âYouâre so stupid. Why the hell are you out picking fights?â
âGot mad, âts all. Donât worry about it.â
âIâm not worried Iâm annoyed.â You grumble, pressing a bit harder than necessary against the cut on his cheek. He grits his teeth as his eyes flash to yours, his nostrils flaring in irritation when he sees your slight smirk. âYou promised me youâd hang out with meââ
âI always hang out with youââ
ââand then you let Sir Rowan convince you to go out for drinks with your little cadre. Am I not much better company?â
âEasier on the eyes, thatâs for sure.â He grunts and you scoff out a laugh.
âStop it.â
âStop what?â
âIt.â You gripe, exasperated as a cheeky grin appears on the manâs face. You shriek when he snaps his teeth at your palm, attempting to nip your skin and, when heâs unsuccessful, a laugh booms out of him that causes his smile to tug on his barely-healed wounds. âStop it! Youâre bleeding again!â
If you took a shot every time you had to berate Nikolai youâd be blasted by now.
âSorry, love.â He teases, becoming comically still as your hands reframe his face. Blue eyes lock onto yours, long lashes brushing his brow as he watches you, his smile turning into one of faint amusement. âYouâre too good to me.â
âI know.â You smile slyly but your fingers linger on his cheeks, observing any forgotten blood and dirt.
Subconsciously you find the pad of your thumbs tracing down his skin; light stubble from a day or two without a shave tickles your fingertips and his breath catches, watching you intently.
âAll done, doc?â He asks and thatâs when you realize just how close you both are. His nose is practically an inch from yours when you nod. You pull away and he catches your wrists, keeping you in place. âIt was for you.â
You stare blankly.
âWhat was?â
âThe fight.â He glances away, pink burning on his bruised face. âSome bloke at the tavern decided itâd be funny to talk shit about myâabout you, so.â
You still.
âThatâs what this was about?â You snort. âMy honor?â
âDonât laugh.â Nikolai shoots you an annoyed look and stands, forcing you to back up a few paces. âAsk Sir Rowan to defend your honor if youâre so dissatisfied with my help.â
âNik.â Exasperatedly you watch him cross the room, heading towards the door. âNik. Stop it.â
âStop what?â His expression is tense when he meets your stare. âStop defending you? Stop caring about you?â A step in your direction before he stops, rolling his eyes. âSure. Tough luck sweetheart but you canât stop me.â
âYouâre insufferable.â
âYou love me.â
You pause, heart skipping a beat.
âYeah, I sort of do.â
SESONSKSS STOPOOOOOOPPPPP ANON
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I JUST READ YOUR ROWAN FIC AND I'M LITERALLY IN LOVE! I just binge read all three parts in one go lmao. I'm so excited for part 4! But don't work yourself up tho, take your sweet time. I just wanted to appreciate how good your fics are!
OMG THANK YOU YOUâRE SO SWEET!! đ«¶đ«¶
Hereâs the long awaited part 4!! Iâm so sorry it took so long, Iâve started a new school and Iâve been settling in!!
Love From You
Part Four
~ Rowan Laslow x Reader
~ Friends to lovers
~ Fluff, light angst
~ 1,378 words
~ Not proof read!
Key:
~ Y/N: YOUR NAME
~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME
~ A/N: AUTHORâS NOTE
Befriending Rowan Laslow was something you had always wanted to do. Of course, you were always preparing yourself for your friendâs reactions, but mostly Enidâs.
So now that you can actually start a conversation with Rowan instead of saying ânever mindâ and walking off before he sees you, Enidâs teasing has changed. In other words, youâve grown more confident, and so has she.
âI bet he would be loud in bed.â
âEnid.â You laugh awkwardly, shocked at the sudden comment. You were sitting in complete silence, finishing your history essay on the origin of trolls, while Enid was scrolling through Instagram, having finished her essay a week before because she surprisingly has better time management than you. âYou canât say that.â
âWhy? Everyone knows that nerdy men are louder in bed.â Her eyes widen like sheâs just come to a sudden realisation. âAND HE HAS ASTHMA!â
You look around the library nervously. Rowan usually comes in here to hang out, and you mostly look forward to it. Except right now youâre praying he decides to do something else instead.
âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
âJust getting you prepared, my good sire.â She pats you on the back. âEveryoneâs noticed you two get closer.â
âWeâre friends.â You mustâve said this about a hundred times since the day you befriended Rowan. Itâs getting kind of tiring, because Enid knows as well as you that you want to make it more than that.
âWhatever you say. You know, heâs definitely a bottom. Thatâs something to add to your night scenarios.â
âYouâre insufferable.â
âYet you continue to hang out with me.â
âWhat about Wednesday then, huh?â
Enid stops laughing and looks down awkwardly, fighting the pink off from her cheeks. âWhat about her?â
âOh come on, E. Iâm not blind. Weâre not blind.â
âWe?â
âYes! Everyone! Just kiss her already, jesus.â
âI will when you kiss Rowan.â She says, elbowing you lightly.
You roll your eyes playfully, pulling your phone out when you hear a ding.
âUm no, finish your essay.â Enid really is staying true to her word about making you finish today.
âI will, I will. Just let me respond to Yoko first.â
After responding to a TikTok that Yoko sent to you, you exit out of the chat. Before you close the app, however, you notice a change in Rowanâs profile picture. You tap on his profile to see the picture better, and see that instead of the automatic icon that Instagram sets, itâs a photo of him smiling happily at the camera, someoneâs arm around him holding the peace sign. Your heart warms with recognition at the photo you took with him.
âWhatâs made you so happy?â Enid looks over your shoulder at his profile.
âNothing.â You turn your phone off and put it back into your pocket.
ââWeâre just friends.ââ She says, putting on yet another impression of you and nudging your side again.
âShhh. I have an essay to write.â You say, picking up your pen again.
âThatâs convenient for you, isnât it.â
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
Rowan Laslow never ended up answering Xavier Thorpeâs question. He knows that refusing to answer wonât help him form a friendship with the boy, but how was he supposed to describe what happened? How is he meant to put into words the warm feeling he gets in his chest whenever he sees Y/N, and how the feeling grows and completely takes over his body whenever their face lights up with a smile? How is he meant to tell his roommate how confused he gets after he catches himself grinning at photos or messages from them? How does he confide in someone that heâs spoken to on only a few occasions, despite him being his roommate?
Rowan can tell that Xavier got frustrated at his lack of response. He simply gaped at Xavier, unable to describe what was on his mind. He stuttered a few false starts, not sure how to start the sentence, and then settled on âit was nothingâ and grabbed his pyjamas from his bed, locking himself in the bathroom.
He assumed it was because he didnât know how to react after making his first friend in years- he didnât remember how having friends felt. After all, he was always cautious of his peers. He knew what they they saying he could hear them- with their whispering and muttering of words like âfreakâ, âoutcastâ, âweirdoâ or something similar. What he never understood was why. Why are they calling him a freak when this is a school for freaks. Why are they calling him an outcast when theyâre all outcasts?
It never made any sense to him, which is why he never let it get to him. Why should he be upset over something that simply doesnât make sense? Despite this view on the bullies, he obviously let it get to him. Why else would he have a breakdown in the arms of someone he just met? Although its been a while, heâs pretty sure thats not how friends are made.
Yet it somehow worked. Rowan and Y/N had surprisingly become inseparable. Y/N, who, since theyâre best friends with Enid, is by default, popular, and Rowan, the outcast. Itâs an odd pair, and Rowan is always worried that Y/N is going to receive shit for befriending him. But if they have they havenât let him know.
The door to the dorm opens and Xavier comes in, joined by Ajax Petropolus. The two boys stop laughing when they see Rowan sitting at his desk, staring at them. He turns his head back to his books and picks his pen up. Not the time.
âListen, RowanâŠâ Ajax starts talking, taking a step towards Rowan. âIâm sorry about you being kicked out of the Nightshades. I really-â
Rowan didnât hear the rest of what Ajax had to say. Instead, he put his headphones on, gathered his books, and left the dorm, remembering why he usually studies in the library.
The Nightshadesâ voting system is a democracy with anonymous voting, so Rowan will never truely know if Ajax or Xavier voted him out or not. But people in the Nightshades voted him out and thatâs all that matters to him. The one place where he felt as if he belonged. He was following in his motherâs footsteps in that stupid club. The one remaining tie he had to his motherâs legacy was severed by a bunch of clichĂ© high school students who think they rule the place and didnât want someone in the club just because heâs a little different.
Itâs safe to say that Rowan Laslow doesnât like any of the Nightshade members anymore.
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âEnid, shut up.â
âWhy? Worried your boyfriend might hear?â
âIâm worried anyone is gonna hear. Normal people donât make these kinds of jokes.â
âNormal? You donât think Iâm normal? Itâs because Iâm a lesbian isnât it?â
âKill yourself.â You say jokingly, nudging Enidâs side.
âWow. I never thought youâd be homophobic. Youâre cancelled on Twitter now.â
âYeah, yeah.â
You zip your bag up and swing it onto your back, hanging off of your right shoulder. You finished your essay about an hour ago, so you and Enid spent the last hour sitting in silence while scrolling TikTok.
âPhones gonna die.â You say, putting it on low power mode. âItâs on 5 percent.â
âYou would have more battery if you did your essay straight away instead of procrastinating on your phone.â Enid giggles like sheâs the funniest person ever.
You pull the library door open and hold it open for Enid.
âLadies first.â You say, gesturing her out.
âRowan is trans?â Enid asks.
âWould it kill you to not bring him up in every breath? Itâs getting old.â You look back up at her, but sheâs staring through the doorway. You follow her gaze and your eyes land on Rowan Laslow, whoâs standing in the doorway holding a pile of books awkwardly.
âOh. Hey.â
âHey.â
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I'm back to say and check in đ«¶đ»
I've been so busy with work and play (we have rehearsals daily) that I just didn't have energy to write anything. First of all, AMAZING NEWS! You know that exam I kept complaining about? The same subject because of which I had to repeat a year two times?? I FINALLY PASSED IT!!! I can hardly believe it ngl but I'm overjoyed!
Also I'm getting a two weeks off after this week which I definitely didn't expect because I just started working but lord do I desperately need that vacation. In worse news, my father (who is currently here again) told me that when he comes home in August, he'll be here for a whole month somehow and I'm already dreading it. I honestly don't know how I'll survive it :((
But other than that, I've been pretty well and I think being in a play really reinvigorated my spirit! How are you? How is your hobby going?
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Hello sugar!!!! Iâm glad to hear from you!! It sounds like youâve been busy but at least your days have been packed with fun stuff Iâm glad youâre enjoying yourself love!! YOU PASSED IT? HELLO CONGRATS SUGAR!!!! Iâm so glad you finally got it done and over with đ I know what itâs like having old exams hanging after you especially if ifs been years đ
But that so sweet of your boss!! What are you planning to do on your break? Any shows youâre going to watch? Are you planing to go somewhere?
Also Iâm sorry to hear that sugar a month is an awful long time when the person is insufferable but luckily youâve been a busy bee so hopefully youâll only see/ hear him very briefly during those 30 days!!
Genuinely so happy for you sugar you deserve to feel good! Also Iâve been well love Iâve been working on my clay piece and itâs not done yet but itâs going well Iâm almost done with the sculpting part and itâs time to think of some designs!! The piece is inspired by the song good luck babe specifically the line when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands youâre nothing more than his wife so since i canât do ppl I did a lighter laying on a pillow and itâs supposed to be the woman in the song , and the hollowed out cigarette doesnât really fit an actual cigarette and itâs supposed to represent the husband who isnât the one for her : doesnât fit her itâs a lot of fun to make it but Iâm also a perfectionist and keep poking at it also this is an old pic so the sculpture is rough but I promise itâs much better now!
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