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(TELL ME I’M YOUR) NATIONAL ANTHEM !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. president!leon, intern!reader, drug mentions, affair, cheating, smut, p in v sex, oral, blowjob, just general presidential gross behaviour

note. commission for @slovakbabe :33 sorry this is so late.. kept changing it ugh! ignore any typos / mistakes :3 feedback / rbs appreciated. inaccurate bc i’m british 💔 some details r taken completely from lewinsky-clinton case! like umm the dress duh.. and some of the trial talk! also the part w claire um! sorry the pov keeps switching oh my gosh!!! hope u like this and I hope it was worth the wait!!! tried to compress the plot to make it fit into the word limit so if it sounds jumpy excuse me… readers personality changed ack..

God bless America, and God fucking bless nepotism.

You don’t know a thing about environmental quality, your carbon footprint is far bigger than your So Kates and it’s not something you’ve ever been concerned about. Dad was an advisor to whoever was in office twenty years ago and his last name takes you further than your English degree ever has.

The lady in charge of interviews tells you that you have a ‘good face’ and that must mean something. When you get the call a few weeks later you’re not surprised. Now your parents have something to gush over at soirées and afternoon tea parties - their girl is interning at the White House.

“He’s a liar, a total liar, you know, I don’t think he even knows what he’s doing, he reads off a script twenty-four-seven.” Claire can’t even pretend to be happy, she struggles to look at you when you drop the news over brunch.

“I mean he’s the President, Claire, lying is like his job,” you say to her, checking out your pores in your compact mirror, “and he’s hot, have you seen him in that Vogue photoshoot? The nineties one?”

“Yeah.” Her bottom lip juts out. “He’s also a sex pest, they just put whoever's got the most statutory rape allegations against them in office, the people’s vote doesn’t even count.”

“Jesus, he’s not that bad, Claire.” You stand up, dusting the crumbs off your lap and leaving a tip on the table.

“He knows Epstein.” Claire takes a moment to stand, but she follows when you start to walk away.

“Yeah, but not that Epstein, Claire.” In all honesty, you don’t know much about President Kennedy other than his sexual escapades, you know a lot about those. You know about his affair with Ashley ‘America’s Sweetheart’ Graham, and you know what she was wearing when they got caught by the media.

Graff earrings that weighed 52.55 carats each, you wonder how many children died digging out those white diamonds, a yellow cap-sleeve dress and white closed-toe pumps, four inches tall. She towered over him in the photos the same way his wife does.

“How many Epstein's are there?” She’s so intense, you feel the heat of her anger when your arm brushes hers.

“A lot, and not all of them are Jeffrey’s.” You turn to face her, giving her a smile in hopes of settling her down. “Now, I’m going to powder my nose in the ladies’ room and you’re going to wait out here, and when I come back you’ll be calm, ‘kay?”

When you return she’s not calm, and she’s not calm for the following week, but she wishes you good luck over the phone on Monday morning and it’s because Claire could never stay mad at a pretty girl.

You put on your best (read: shortest) dress, within regulations of course, you’re not looking to get fired on your first day, but you are looking to turn a certain head.

Your peers are dressed comfortably, to say the least, well, as comfortable as business wear can be.

Poor sartorial taste is always an indicator of wealth. The girl to your left might be a Harvard graduate, but if that tacky brooch says anything it’s that she came from a blue-collar neighbourhood. Her bouclé jacket is obviously thrifted and flats? Seriously? Ballet pumps in the White House must be a dress code violation.

The rumpled shirt of the boy directly in your eye line has got to be the biggest fashion faux pas you’ve seen like ever—Well, your sister wore white after Labour Day, and a chunky statement necklace a decade too late.

Smarts can only take you so far, but looks are everything. The clean-cut elegance of a Louboutin, a timeless red lip, and a nice ass in a tight skirt. Oh, you’ll be going places for sure.

(The second floor of the White House perhaps.)

Your superior, Helena, gets it. She’s tall and that always helps. Immaculately dressed in tailored pinstripe trousers, they’re not quite ankle-swingers, but short enough to show off her sleek boots.

Man, you should’ve gone to fashion school.

When everyone stands, smoothing the creases in their clothes, girls using their thumbs to clean the lipstick from the corners of their mouths - you’re a beat late, too many eyesores taking up the space in your head.

But there’s nothing for you to fix, you already look perfect, so you stand pretty while they tremble in ill-fitting dresses.

The camera adds ten pounds, President Kennedy is all the more handsome in the flesh. That face says Italian love affair, but you know that dick is American as apple pie.

His wife is close by his side, their arms looped in a show of sanitised intimacy. Sophistication is dead and gone, pillbox hats and pearls are out, Ada Wong is more seedy sex dungeon worker than Jackie O. It’s admirable really, you’ve got to have guts to dress like the mistress.

President Kennedy makes his way down the line of interns, and then, he pauses in front of you, close enough to smell his cologne. His eyes follow the clean lines of your outfit, and then he grips your hand too tight.

It’s when you’re mingling an hour later after your introductory session, Helena approaches you in her usual composed manner, and very simply says, “Be careful around him.”

“Who?” You ask though you know exactly who she means.

“Leon.” The informality takes you off guard, her brows furrow like his name is sour on her tongue.

“Oh.” You pretend to take this in, but you’ll suck dick to break the glass ceiling, you’d risk the Kennedy curse for that man. “I mean, I’ll try to be careful, but I have to be in his good books.”

Helena’s lips form a thin line. “Trying isn’t good enough.”

“Big day ahead of you.” Ada sits on the end of the bed, fully clothed to the detriment of Leon’s dick. A non-existent sex life is a side effect of marriage he hopes scientists are working on daily to find a cure for.

“Isn't every day a big day?” If it’s not constant meetings and putting false hope in the heart of every American, it’s brunch with world leaders and dinner with the Pope where cocaine is served under a cloche.

“Hm.” She places her teacup down, gliding towards him and placing her hands on his shoulders. “Nice tie.”

“I know,” Leon says absentmindedly, scraping the powder beneath his nails out, a makeshift French manicure, “It’s Armani.”

“And not custom-made?” She pinches his cheek, gentle in the way only a paring knife could be. Leaves a wound that won’t ache until he notices it in the mirror later. “You’re slacking, Mr. President.

“And you’re exasperating, Ada.”

“Wow.” Ada’s brows shoot up into her hairline. “That’s a big word.”

“Yeah, I’ve been learning.” Leon sniffs as she looks him over with practised attraction.

“Aw, just so you can be mean to me?”

“You know it, beautiful.”

The only good thing about today is the interns. Fresh meat. Leon’s a cat person, he likes cougars and sex kittens, and he’s sure there’ll be plenty to pick from. Older women are easy to please and younger ones are easy to charm, the moment he steps into that room, getting his dick wet is the main priority.

Hunnigan doesn’t have to know that he doesn’t really care about where these girls graduated from. Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Princeton. They’ve all got pussies and that’s what matters.

Leon makes his way down the line like it’s a pageant show.

Too short, too shy, too tall, too thin, too fat, straight up ugly.

And then there’s you. Put together, smiling at him all coy like you want him. Girls like Ashley don’t ask for it, they beg for it—You look like you know what you’re here for, you don’t need to beg ‘cause he likes you already.

Leon gets the chance to talk to you an hour later, Helena shoulders past him as he approaches, Hunnigan a few steps behind him. He hopes Helena didn’t say anything in bad taste. In her words, Leon is a ‘Napoleonic little fuck’ and if it wasn’t for the pay, she’d want nothing to do with him. She’s not his biggest fan, so he prays she hasn’t fucked it up for him before he even got a chance.

“So, how old are you?” Leon asks brashly, his mouth twitches upwards when you tilt your head to the side and challenge him with your gaze alone.

“I’m legal if that’s what you’re after, Mr. President.” You could tie his balls together like cherry knots with a sharp tongue like that.

“How legal?” Fucking legal? Drinking legal? Voting legal?

“Very legal, Mr. President, I wouldn’t get you into any trouble or anything.” Your smile is cheeky, and your eyes glint, you’re trouble from head to toe.

“I don’t need you to get me in trouble.” Leon smiles back at you, that skirt is so fucking tight, he wonders if he could get you out of it.

“Mr. President,” Hunnigan warns, her wooden face seems to come to life, a small frown gracing her lips.

“Don’t be jealous, baby, you know I love you and only you.” Leon takes her hand, kissing her fingers until she snatches it back. He catches you laughing into your palm.

See? Easy to charm.

“Mr. President.” His final warning.

“I’m joking.” Leon’s face softens when you slip past her into the crowd, hates to see you go, loves to watch you walk away.

“You need to work on your jokes, Mr. President.” Ada grabs his shoulder from behind and he’s chilled to his core. Jesus. She’s so fucking scary sometimes. “I think you’re having a midlife crisis, they’re getting younger by the second, we should get you a shrink, Leon.”

“Yeah, okay, Ada, you can stop trying to pimp me out.” He’s eye level with her today. She’s opted for a shorter pair of heels, less threatening.

“Pimp you out?” She scoffs, “I just don’t want to be bailing you out, Leon.”

“Don’t need to be bailed out.” Leon shrugs. “I’m the President.”

Being an intern, Helena tells you and the rest of your peers, it means you won’t get to brush shoulders with the President as much as you probably hoped. He doesn’t visit often. He’s busy—

But he comes every day like the sun.

He pretends to be interested in the environment, whatever it is that you’re meant to be doing, but Leon might be the biggest private jet offender yet.

You notice the agitation that crosses Helena’s face anytime he intrudes, it passes a moment later, back to her usual impassivity by the time he sticks his nose in your business.

“Merely interested,” Mr. President claims like he wasn’t looking down your shirt. “Just passing by,” he says when he places a hand on your shoulder and lets it linger.

He never goes further, and it drives you crazy. He’s the fucking President, he could get away with groping you in public, he could make you get on your knees right now and he’s holding back.

Being the President and all, you suppose he's immune to flattery, and that’s alright. You’re immune to diamonds and fast cars and designer dresses. Been there, done that. You won’t be swayed so easily, you don’t want his money, you want his dick and a little piece of his heart, a mention in his will, the key to the Kennedy estate.

You want to go down in history, any publicity is good publicity, you live and die by that. Weighing up the options, you decide playing hard to get is what might work best—He’s already got everything, and he already wants you, you know he does, but you’re going to take that away from him.

No more peeking down your blouse, no more wandering hands and no more flirting. You’re cutting him off, cold turkey. Like, yeah, hypothetically President Kennedy could get any girl he wanted, but he most certainly won’t be getting you, and every man wants what he can’t get.

By the end of the week, he’ll want to break you in like a pair of new dress shoes, he’ll be eating out the palm of your hand, and maybe your pussy from the back.

It works like a charm.

“You’re avoiding me,” Mr. Kennedy says, free of his security detail as he corners you in the hall, his nose brushing yours, eyes wide and desperate—It’s only been a week.

“What makes you think that, Mr. President?” You feign disbelief, placing a dainty hand over your heart. His eyes catch the light like a cats, a crescent of white eclipsing the blue.

“Leon,” he corrects, the usual smarmy smile wiped off his face, “say it.” His hand cups the underside of your chin, tilting it upwards.

You pretend to falter, gazing over his shoulder with glassy eyes like uttering his name is too much for a mere intern like you. It’s not, it’s really not.

“Leon…” You repeat back to him slowly, like you’re new to this planet and you’ve never heard the name outside of his utterance.

Slowly, Leon draws back, hands dropping to his side as he looks down at his shiny shoes. “Don’t… Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“All shy, it don’t suit you.”

“Oh.” So he knows what you were doing. Maybe you’re not as smart as you thought.

His hands ghost over your body, and he asks if you’ll meet him after dark. You’re an opportunist, so you accept and find yourself doing overtime in the Oval Office.

He’s gentler than you expect, cradling your face as he rocks his hips into you. You don’t kiss on the first date, but you’ve never been opposed to some fun. Leon’s head drops to rest on your shoulder, you wonder while you pass a hand over his hair if the Barbie blond is natural or a personal choice.

This is terribly boring, you thought there’d be something exciting about fucking in the Oval Office, but you find yourself more interested in the interior design. Could use a column or two, ionic or Doric or whatever.

Oh gosh is that a photo of his mom—And his wife is a given, oh and Ashley Graham is there too, is that even allowed? He doesn’t have kids, thank god.

Leon finishes on your stomach, then he twists to face the closed golden drapes - a sight you’ve only ever seen on the silver screen. Like clockwork, he plucks the mini flag from his desk and uses it like a handkerchief, wiping his cum from your stomach.

Planting his seed in American soil, you guess.

His body trembles with aftershocks in your hold, and he offers a weary smile. “Was it… Was it good?” Leon’s eyes shift, he can’t hold your gaze as he tucks his limp dick into his slacks.

Awaiting your answer, he toys with the buttons on his shirt like a child looking for comfort in what they’re used to, that nervous look is out of place on his face.

“Of course it was good,” you lie, smoothing down your skirt, “you’re the President.” You don’t step into your heels yet, instead letting him revel in the inch or so he has on you, kissing his protruding collarbone.

That brings him to his senses, Leon’s chest puffs as he nods like it’s all coming back to him, his arrogance. “Right, yeah, I am.”

Before you leave, Leon takes your wrist in his hand, his nails look manicured. He’s got the nose for cocaine so you don’t put it past him. “Same time tomorrow?”

You smile at him sweetly. “Of course.”

Duh. You haven’t got a legacy out of him yet, nobody knows your name outside of your social circle and that’s not enough. Nice cars, colonial mansions—It’s not enough, you don’t need what you already have. When disposable income is all you know, when money grows in your backyard, it’s nothing about that. You won’t be done until you’ve run him into the ground.

Sure, you’re two yachts and a beach house in Miami rich, but you’re not the First Lady. You could boss around a maid or two, get a server fired when you go out to eat, but you don’t have world leaders rolling out red carpets for you to walk on when you land.

Honestly, if you weren’t so concerned with your figure, you’d think about poking a couple holes in the rubber—If that dick even works right.

A week later, you have him kissing your ankles while they dangle over his shoulders, the wet sound of his balls slapping your ass and strained moans as he tries to keep it down filling your ears.

Again, nothing to write home about, his tip barely manages to knock your cervix as he fucks into you with all he’s got, panting into your mouth while you kiss him. You gave up on faking it a couple of days in, you’ve a very good liar, but not a great actor.

You find that your disinterest gets him going, he sees it as a challenge, Leon takes pride in making you do as little as sigh when he thumbs your clit with deft fingers.

“Fuck, wait, I’m gonna—“ His eyes are lidded, staring at you expectantly while his hips stutter, dick pulsing inside of your slick cunt, his tip is wetter than you are. “Can I?”

“Yeah, sure.” You give him the green light and he spills inside of you, it trickles out, dribbling back down his shaft and leaving a residue on the underside of your ass. “I didn’t finish,” you tell him, unsticking your thighs from the glossy wood so you can shift back and spread your legs wide.

Slowly but surely, Leon gets the hint, slightly flustered by how straightforward you’re being. His thumbs part your pussy lips, tongue licking up the centre of your cunt, eating his cum out of your wet hole. You place a hand on the back of his head, pushing him into you, his nose bumps your clit and you gasp.

Oh god, why is his nose more talented than he is? You feel Leon’s fingers push into you, two to keep you happy, curling upwards as his lips latch onto your clit. You cum on his tongue, toes curling in your shoes, it’s pleasant and nothing more, like sun-warmed water lapping at your toes.

Leon moves to kiss you, his pink lips wet with your pussy, you want him to go home and kiss his wife with that mouth, you want him to wear your scent in place of his cologne. Your pussy is super prestigious, costs way more than Tom Ford.

Foxes are nifty little things - sometimes they come in the form of young girls with nice asses.

You’re pissing him off.

Nice car, wow, Mr. President! My dad has one parked in the garage, but we haven’t used it in a while. It's too loud, disturbs the neighbours. Oh, Leon, you shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have, I don’t wear yellow diamonds, haven’t you heard of colour theory? They so don’t suit my undertones. Wow, Mr. Kennedy! You were in an episode of Friends once thirty years ago? Oh, gosh, you played Joey’s distant Italian cousin? That’s so crazy, my mom and Jennifer Aniston work out together every Tuesday!

Nothing’s enough, and that’s never been a problem for Leon. Even girls who have everything, Ashley Graham to name one, swoon over classic cars and ball gowns and him. They go crazy over him, but you’re using him as a stepping stool for something else. What else? What more could you want?

Leon might be fucking stupid when it comes to politics, he doesn’t know what to say without prompts, he doesn’t know shit about Guam or Penamstan or much at all—But he’s not dumb, you’re using him, and he’s letting you use him. Walking all over him in six-inch pumps, leaving your lipstick on his collar like you own him, sucking his dick so damn good he can't get rid of you.

You’re like a bed bug. A really hot bed bug. You’re also young, but his cock doesn’t care for morals or ethics and it never really has. Dick wants what the dick wants.

He isn’t going to be stupid this time—You don't want to be impressed so Leon won’t waste time buying you jewellery you consider old fashion, no need to take you for spins in vintage cars, you just want him. He gets it - everyone likes him.

“You’ve never taken me home,” you tell him one night, the white hotel sheets draped over your naked body, angel wings or a shrouded corpse, he's not quite sure.

“There’s nothing interesting at home.” Leon’s bottom lip juts out, preening when you scratch under his chin.

“Doesn’t have to be interesting.” You’re buttering him up with kisses. “You like me, right, Leon?”

“I guess so.” He grunts when you give him a swift elbow in the gut. “I’m kidding, of course I like you.”

“Then why don’t you want to take me home?” Your greed is so violent it grows teeth, he feels your nails digging into his skin.

He gives you one look. “You should know your place.” In my life, at work. An intern and a mistress.

You’re not one to back down. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry,” Leon says quickly, fuck, man, you’re scary. Ada isn’t scary, she’s just a bitch, in a hot way—You’re, like, mean. You boss him around and for some reason, he listens. Jesus Christ, isn’t the power imbalance meant to go the other way around?

“I want to come home with you,” you beg, but it’s not really begging, it's an instruction, “I want to sleep in your bed, don’t you like me?”

“I do like you, baby,” he insists, sighing softly when you take your hands off of him, he still feels the sting of your nails on his back, “I like you a lot, you think I treat anyone else like this?”

“Yeah, I bet you do this to every girl.” When it’s just the two of you, when he gets you bare like this, your age shows.

“Not true,” he scoffs.

(Obviously, that’s true.)

“Okay, so then if I’m sooo special, you should take me home.” God, you’re gonna ask him to dump his wife next. This is the problem with rich kids, they’re as entitled as he is. “It’s not like you have kids.”

Leon’s carelessness is lined with caution. He’ll take a mistress or two, but he won’t take that home. That’s something you do outside of the marriage bed. But you’re a kid, you wouldn’t know that, this is probably the first time you’ve fucked a married man, let alone the President.

“It doesn’t work like that, baby,” he tries carefully, pinching your cheek, “you’re a smart girl, you should know better.”

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m not a kid.” It’s spoken like an accusation, his fingers lose all dexterity when you push him away.

“I know, baby, but you’re being a little selfish right now, you know that?” Comforting you is a balancing act, he flicks through a Rolodex of tactics in his head. He lands on making you feel small. Guilt-tripping doesn’t work on girls who are spoiled rotten, begging just makes you feel like the shit. “It’s not just about you here, is it?”

When you don’t answer, he continues. “If I took you home, I’d put everything at stake, I know you know that.” Leon pulls you apart like orange segments while you turn his mind into your personal playground—It’s a fair trade.

You turn over quietly and he knows he’s won.

It goes on for a month, and then two, and then three and then more—Leon finds himself wondering when it’s time to introduce you officially as his side piece. Unofficially, most insiders know, but the press hasn’t picked up on it yet. If Ada knows she says nothing about it - she lets him be quietly awful.

Your duties with Helena dwindle and he finds you under his desk more often than not, lips stretched around his cock, your lipstick smeared on his shaft.

Leon slaps his dick against your cheek and you jump, shoulders up near your ears.

“Don’t do that.” You pop off his cock to scold him, the wet of your mouth engulfing him a moment later, head bobbing as you take him to the hilt.

“Sorry,” he nearly whines, lips parting when you mouth along his dick, licking the seam of his sac when you reach the base.

Your hand works his cock while you suck on his heavy balls, leaving your red kisses all over him, he’ll watch them run down the drain when he showers. He feels your teeth graze his sensitive skin and the knot in his lower belly snaps, seed spurting from his leaky tip and landing on your cute red blouse in white ribbons. You kind of look like a red velvet cake.

“Oh fuck, Leon!” You knock your head on the desk when you get up, rubbing the forming bump with a groan as you dab at the stain on your shirt with a tissue.

“I’m sorry, you surprised me!” He makes no move to help ‘cause when he does try you only seem to get more agitated at him.

“Fuck, just—How am I supposed to go home like this?” The stain is pretty much cemented, that shit is potent, goddamn.

“You can take my jacket,” Leon offers, ever the gentleman.

“Right, and let everyone find out?” You raise a brow at him.

“Thought that’s what you wanted anyway,” he huffs.

“I do, but not like this,” you groan, missing the trashcan when you toss the clump of wet tissues, “I want to be caught doing something romantic, or just glamorous, not with your fucking dick in my mouth.”

“Oh, baby,” Leon coos, “but you’ve always got my dick in your mouth.”

“Shut up, Leon, oh—Whatever, just, I’m leaving, okay? Don’t call me tonight.” You grab your handbag from his desk, heels click-clacking as you exit, a very proud and noticeable stain on your right tit. He likes that one better.

Leon doesn’t call you, he finds himself away on foreign business, swept up by presidential duties for once and too busy to answer any calls that aren’t to do with work. He’s in Paris overseeing whatever Hunmigan told him to oversee when the news breaks. He never sees your voicemails until they come to him in the form of transcripts.

Leon, oh god, I’m sorry—I’m sorry for being a bitch last week, but can you please call me back? It’s important.

Leon? I’m sorry, can you call me back? It’s really important, I’m—I’m not fucking around, I promise. It’s just that, oh god, Leon, I really messed up, I can’t believe… I don’t want you to hate me for this, I know you’re mad at me, but please can you answer? They didn’t let me in today, they said you were away and—I told them who I was, that I worked there, I gave them Helena’s name and they still, Leon they didn’t let me in. I thought they knew about us.

Leon, I can’t—I need you to answer me, I feel like I’m talking into thin air, can you please just call me back, please, Leon? It’s urgent. I fucked up, I just need you to answer me so we can fix this, I fucked up so bad and I’m sorry, Leon—I was, I was stupid, but I can fix it if you just answer me. I love you a lot, Leon, please answer me.

I didn’t mean to call her, Leon, I didn’t—I mean, she’s my friend, I tell her everything and I wasn’t thinking. I was just upset, I just wanted to talk to someone about it, I didn’t know she would—I didn’t know she would do that to me. I didn’t fucking know, I just wanted to talk to somebody, I just—Please, don’t be mad at me, Leon.

I was frustrated, I told her about the shirt, why I got mad at you—I didn’t think anything of it, I tell her everything so I didn’t think it would be—I mean, she was acting weird, I was gonna take the shirt to be dry-cleaned after you fucked it up, but she told me I looked fat in it and that’s so—Leon, that’s so weird of her to say, Claire would never say that to me and I was fucking thinking at the time, that’s so weird, she would never say anything like that to me—Shit, and she even said it weird, y’know? Like it hurt her to say it, and I fucking just left it in the back of my closet, I don’t know why, she just got in my head about it ‘cause she’d never say anything like that and I was so confused. Oh fuck. God. I really love you, Leon, like, a lot. Call me back, it’s urgent, please don’t do this to me.

The press conference is held two weeks later, and surprisingly, you don’t show your face or make a fuss. He thought you’d cause a riot, that you’d sell that blouse for millions, get it DNA tested, ruin his life in a few seconds. It might be shame or heartbreak, Leon doesn’t know.

He wipes his sweaty hands on his slacks. From beside him, Hunnigan gives him a slight nudge. “You call her a woman, not a girl, is that clear?”

“Crystal.”

“I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” he says, posed up in front of an American flag like a pinup girl, “I want you all to listen to me, I’m gonna say this again, I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” He’s distinctly handsome on your flatscreen TV.

This man is full of nothing but his own prick.

How could you be so stupid? You should’ve kept it strictly business, but of course, you wanted more, you always want more.

While you suppress the urge to cry, your mom places a hand on your shoulder. “No use crying over spilt milk, honey,” she hums, going back to her fashion magazine a moment later.

But it is, he ruined that blouse, and you love that blouse. Not to mention you’re a laughing stock. You’re not the First Lady, you’re just some crazy bitch who lied about fucking the President.

It’s not fair, he gets to come away with everything intact, you’re the one who loses everything. Your internship, Claire, respect, everything. It’s all coming undone. All that dick you sucked landed you nowhere, and he—He just gets off scot-free.

You need to take him down.

Leon was smart enough to leave no evidence, he rarely messaged, he only called and call logs alone are never enough to prove anything. You’ve got all those gifts, but that means nothing to anyone, you can’t prove who got them.

Oh.

What got you in this mess in the first place is bound to get you out of it.

You ask Daddy to get you a good lawyer and you open up your case against Leon Scott Kennedy. DNA testing is on your side, the results tell the nation that it is in fact his American seed on your blouse and that their President is a sex fiend who likes to break young girls with bright dreams and promising futures.

Which, of course, isn’t true, you knew what you were getting into, but you’d happily lie to get the last word. To wipe the smile off his smug fucking face. You still want to fuck him, you still like him a lot. He sticks to you in an unpleasant way, like his cum.

“He’s on TV again,” your sister lets you know, and you lift your head from a court document to watch your ex-boyfriend fumble his way through a thorough grilling.

Leon dodges questions well, but you can tell he’s getting nervous. His fingers twitch and his blinking becomes more rapid. “Uh, what qualifies as sexual relations?” He tries to throw them off with his stupidly hot smile, his dimples and white teeth and pretty eyes when he knows damn well that being balls deep in your pussy is a sexual fucking relation.

“She wanted me,” he says finally, and Hunnigan closes her eyes like she knows it’s over, running her hand over her face as Leon undoes a lifetime of her work, “she wanted me, who was I to say no—As an American man, it’s my duty to listen to our women.”

Oh, he’s so fucking screwed. Why did you fuck such an idiot? You should’ve gone for an actor instead.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

President Leon S. Kennedy

July 19, 2024.

KENNEDY:

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow Americans, good evening.

Today, I’m standing here to take complete responsibility for all my actions, public and private. I’m here to admit to a personal failing, an indiscretion, that has hurt my family, colleagues, and the American people.

It is with great regret that I admit to having an extramarital affair with [REDACTED]. This was a serious lapse in my judgement and a personal failure, one that has brought endless pain to those around me, it was never my intention to disappoint the ones I hold so dear.

As I told the grand jury today, at no time did I ask for evidence to be destroyed or hidden, at no time did I ask anyone to lie for my wrongdoings. This is not a moment for excuses or justification, my actions were wrong, plain and simple. I misled both the nation and my wife with my previous statements, I understand that it gave a false impression to those around me, and to those who trust me. I deeply regret that.

My actions have caused the nation pain and needless embarrassment, and for that, I am truly sorry.

I had concerns for my family and protecting their privacy, the independent counsel investigation moved onto staff, family members, friends of mine and it has gone on for too long.

Our country has been distracted by this matter for too long, and I committed to taking full responsibility for this transgression. Once again, I apologise and aim to reclaim my private life for my wife, friends and colleagues. It’s nobody’s business but ours.

I humbly ask for your understanding and patience as I strive to earn back the trust of my fellow people, of our God, and of those around me.

Our nation faces significant challenges that require my full dedication, I ask for us to turn away from this spectacle, to move forward to come together and focus on the tasks ahead, to remain united in our efforts to build a better tomorrow.

Thank you for watching. God bless America. And good night.

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secretobsessionstuff · 4 months

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it’s so good to have you back! i have an idea for a potential future blair fic. what if blair comes down with a nasty stomach virus compounded with a migraine while on a road trip to somewhere important with dakota? maybe she thinks it’s just a migraine and then well.. shit gets real *no pun intended* haha. it doesn’t have to be a road trip, if that doesn’t inspire anything for you, but maybe somewhere where she can’t get away that easily? no worries if you aren’t interested and if you are, take your time! 😊

Thanks for the no pressure! It helped a lot as I try to get back into this. I wasn't sure if the "pun" meant no scat lol, so there's just emeto. I hope it's okay...don't know how I feel about it. Maybe typos maybe not...but probably typos.

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Blair thought her headache would fade once they left her parents’ house. Seeing her extended family for Easter was always a joy, but she could do without the noise from the little ones. At first, the squealing and giggling upon finding an Easter egg was cute. Inevitably, the happy laughs turned into fits of crying and tantrums when the celebration was over. Though the children weren’t happy to be leaving, Blair had to admit she was looking forward to a silent car ride home with Dakota.

Two hours into the four-hour drive, and her headache had morphed into a migraine. She succumbed to the pain a while ago by leaning the passenger seat back as far as it would go. Her sweater lay over her eyes to block out the daylight. She wrapped her arms together in an attempt to sooth herself, but it was Dakota’s soft voice that did most of the work.

“Is it just as bad?” he asked, brushing a hand over her knee. In times of crisis like this, Blair liked to kick off her shoes and sit cross legged. Maybe if she made herself smaller, the pain would shrink as well.

But no, the pain pushed against the walls of her body. Hey eyes threatened to explode from the pressure; her belly whined to the beat of the blood pumping in her ears. Misery loved company, so her head seemed to have invited her stomach to join the party.

“It’s getting worse,” she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably in the small space. The bumpy ride did nothing to ease her aches. Every bounce and turn jostled her like Jello. She imagined her brain jiggling against her skull in time with her roiling tummy. “Can you go slower?”

“Gosh, babe, if I drive any slower, we might make it home by Christmas.” Dakota’s eyes squinted in the sunlight. Keeping his eyes on the road hardly mattered when they were going 40 in an 80, and there were no other cars along the country road. He set the cruise control to the snail-like pace so that he could give his fiancée more of his attention. “If I hold out my arm like this, you can lean against me.”

Blair just groaned and sat up straight in the seat. The sweater fell from her face, making her wince at the harsh light. At the same time, the car rolled in and out of a pothole. Her stomach rose in her throat. “Really? You couldn’t have gone around that?” Her tone was as acidic as the liquid that burned her esophagus.

“I’m doing my best, Bee.” Dakota took his hand off her leg. “I know you don’t feel well, but don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I’m the only one here.”

That hurt. Not as much as the sword through her head, but it stung nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” she said, miserably wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I just feel sick to my stomach, and this bumpy ass road is not helping.”

Dakota opened his mouth to provide comfort, but Blair was not finished.

“And the sun is so fucking bright, and what is that horrible smell? It’s like burning rubber.” Blair pouted. “Why does everything in the universe hate me?”

Dakota gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, I’m in the universe and I don’t hate you.”

Blair scoffed and cracked a small grin. “Stop being adorable. I’m dying here.” She had to admit, his joke allowed some tension to ease off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone and everything wasn’t terrible. There were many things that were terrible, but her partner was not one of them. “…Thank you.”

“Aw, you know I just want you to feel better.” Dakota reached his hand out to rub her belly. “I’m sorry this migraine came at such a bad time. It’s making you feel sick?”

She nodded. “The nausea is bad this time. Usually I can ignore it.”

Dakota must have let the Easter bunny take the wheel while he scanned her face. “You do look very pale. Are you going to throw up, you think?”

She shook her head, then immediately regretted the decision. “I hope not. I’ll try to fall back to sleep so that doesn’t happen.”

Ironically, it was the nausea that kept her from sleeping. The pain in her head swelled with her bloated belly. All that chocolate coated her insides in a thick layer of gooey slime. When she began to burp, the taste of Terry’s chocolate orange made her gag.

Blair was alert now. With wide eyes, she clamped a hand over mouth. She forced down two more burps or else she knew Dakota’s car would be ruined in seconds. “Babe—” she began, feeling a tightness in her throat that pinched her words “—Pull over. I need to be sick.”

Without hesitation or issue, Dakota brought the car to a stop. "Wow sleep did not happen, eh?"

What a stupid time to ask a question.

Blair threw the door open with just enough time to lean over and burp wetly over the ground. She gagged, bringing up a small wave of vomit. It was mostly coffee from the afternoon. The bitter flavour clung to her tongue, but it would not stick around for long because there was much in her stomach to get up.

"I'm right here," Dakota said with a hand on her back. "You're okay." Blair leaned further out of the car with the next heave, nearly falling onto the grass. He caught her arm. "Oh, maybe you're not. Hold on, I'm coming around."

He turned off the car and jogged to the other side. Luckily there were no cars with them on the road. If Blair wanted privacy, she picked the right place to lose her lunch.

Her lunch was fertilizing the grass. Hopefully the open field would thrive on half digested chocolate, coffee, and cubes of cheese that were no longer in the shape of cubes.

She coughed and burped in between waves. "Ugh, Kota, help..." She reached out for him and allowed him to help her out of the car. They staggered like drunken lovers until their knees met the earth.

"I got you." Dakota held onto her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her face. "You're doing good."

"...my head..."

"I know." Dakota kissed her forehead. His lips met unexpectedly warm skin

"...my tummy..."

"I know." Dakota did not lean down to kiss her tummy because the organ chose that moment to convulse again. He heard a gurgling sound in Blair's throat before she pitched forward and heaved a mostly-liquid bout of sick onto the ground. Dakota rubbed her back. "Oh my Bee."

Blair fed the flowers one more time, shedding tears from the force of each retch. The vomiting released pressure from her head but did nothing to ease her belly; it only reinforced the ache that dwelled in her gut.

Dakota's lips still tingled from the heat of the kiss. He knew then that he had to get her home fast. They would need to go much faster than they had been, but at least a bed would be waiting. Blair couldn't suffer like this while on the road.

The universe agreed that Blair should not be in the car.

When Dakota went to start the car again, the engine gave a mighty good try, but failed. Dakota swore under his breath and spared a glance at Blair who still sat in front of a puddle of sick in the grass.

"No, please, no." He took the key out and tried again. "Come, on come on."

The engine tried, and tried, and...nothing. It was just as fatigued and sick as his girl. He called the doctor for only one of the patients.

Defeated, Dakota returned to Blair's side. By the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up again. He sat down next to her with a dejected sigh. "I have bad news."

"I heard."

They both sighed and sat unmoving on the grass. Blair's gaze was lost in her thoughts or maybe her pain. Dakota's gaze never left her. Her red cheeks, grey lips, and dark eyes worried him. He reached out silently with the back of his hand to touch her forehead.

Blair looked up at him with glassy eyes. "More bad news?"

"Yeah." He scooted closer to her and kissed the side of her head. "Remember when I got an infection while camping and got a really bad fever?" Her expression told him that she remembered, though not fondly. "This might be something like that, at least until the tow truck arrives."

"I knew the migraine was different this time. I just don't understand where this bug came from."

"You were around children all weekend. What do you expect?"

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Blair slept in the backseat of the car while Dakota kept watch. She put her head in his lap and tried to ignore the gurgling in her tummy. Again, Dakota came to the rescue and gently rubbed the warm skin of her belly.

He wasn't sure how long he traced circles and lines over her stomach, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. He made a game out of spelling different words with his fingertips. In invisible ink, he wrote words like 'love' and 'Blair' and 'dildo'.

Occasional gurgles emanated from her belly. Dakota worried that Blair would bolt upright and tell him to pull over as if the day would repeat itself. But she stayed asleep. Her expression softened in her slumber.

Amazingly, she only woke up when Dakota moved to greet the tow truck driver. With the plan settled, he returned to the car.

"Honey." Dakota shook her awake. "We're going home now."

By the time Blair came to her senses, the car was ready to be hitched to the truck.

This was bad. Blair paced along the road, bitting her nails. She watched the car be lifted partially off its wheels. This was very bad. The driver spoke to Dakota and then went into the truck. Very very bad.

Sleep was good, but her belly did not like being awake. Suddenly the nausea came rushing back. The headache was gone, but the virus had nowhere near run its course.

"Babe, you ready?" Dakota called. She did not move. He came closer. "Honey, are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm going to throw up in the car. I can't. I feel really sick again."

"Okay, okay, no worries." Dakota tried to calm her down. "I'll explain the situation to the driver and he'll understand."

Something wet and horrid squirmed in Blair's stomach; it was the dread of driving in a gross truck while feeling like this. But it was also the very real bug that filled her throat with nausea.

"Please don't make me do this, Kota." She covered her mouth to hide a wet burp, but she could not keep the moan from escaping. "I don't feel good."

She was losing colour by the second. Dakota felt like he was approaching a timid animal. "Okay, we can wait. It's fine."

"I don't like this. I don't wanna--urp--throw up again." She paced with her hand glued tightly to her mouth. Her legs shook and her back spasmed with the need to lurch forward. She felt the gag rising from the pit of her belly.

Dakota touched her arm. "Baby, just let yourself be sick. The man can wait. And if you need to throw up in the truck, just do it. I'll tip him well."

She shook her head.

"I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen." He started to gather her hair in his hand. "That's it. Lean over. I've got you." She moved her hand away and retched emptily. It was like her belly was shy as well. "Let it happen, Bee."

Maybe it was Dakota's hand on her back or the fact that she wanted this day to be over, but Blair gave in to her need. She relaxed her muscles just long enough for them to squeeze tight once more when the sick came rushing out of her mouth.

"Good job," Dakota said. "Five stars. Encore."

Blair gave an encore, not that she could help it. She would not have given it five stars.

In the end, Dakota's encouragements are what saved the day. She felt secure enough in her tummy to get in the tow truck. Dakota did indeed explain the situation just in case, but it was not needed. Nor was the bag needed. Thank God. The truck had three seats in the front. Blair hid herself behind Dakota who took the middle. It was a long drive, but a clean one.

"I'm sorry this happened, Blair," Dakota said softly when they were five minutes from their house. "How are you feeling, now?"

"Better maybe." She squeezed his arm. "Thanks for being the one thing in the universe that is right."

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obx-pogue4life · 7 months

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Consequences

Authors Note: Hi everyone :) This one got a little weird but what's new lol I hope you like it. I feel a bit rusty too so please ignore any typos or grammar shit I missed. I'm easing back into writing and I had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for participating in the poll and please leave me some feedback on if you liked this!

Summary: You hook up with Rafe on a one night stand and leave him while he's getting ready only he finds you and lets you know just how much he doesn't like being ditched like that.

Warnings: Language, dirty talk, hooking up, one night stands, rough play, spanking, cnc, bratty reader, rafe being rafe, a ton more im sure but I can't think of them!

"Shit" you thought to yourself. You were getting a drink at the bar when you spotted him. The guy you hooked up with last night. Rafe Cameron. You chugged your drink and slammed it down on the counter with a crash. "Was this dude following me?" You thought to yourself again. You needed to play it cool because that was just a one time thing. You weren't into starting anything with anyone and just wanted to have fun. That's why you came out tonight, to find your next conquest. Hump 'em and dump 'em was your unofficial motto and you lived for one night stands. You liked to quickly move on to the next, no real feelings involved and no one gets hurt.

The bartender handed you another drink and you threw this one back giving an exasperated sigh after hoping to catch the attention of the cute guy at the end of the bar. You glanced his way to try and make eye contact with him but instead noticed someone else charging towards you in a rush. You pretended not to notice and quickly turned on your heels and started to walk away towards the exit. You needed to get out of there quickly because of course, Rafe would find you at this bar of all places and of course, he would try and confront you about last night. You knew he wanted you for more than just one night but you still slept with him anyway. You just couldn't walk away from such a sure thing with someone like him. He was drop dead gorgeous but a force to be reckoned with. His hard exterior intrigued you but he never seemed interested in you enough for you to take seriously until yesterday. That's when you made your move and how you ended up in his bed this morning and how you conveniently left while he was cleaning up.

You ducked down the hallway by the bathrooms and were quickly approaching the back exit but just as you put your hand on the door you felt two strong arms grip your waist and spin you around. "Oh my gosh, Rafe! Hi! What are you doing here?" You tried to play it off cool. "I really need to get going but it was nice to see you" and you leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek and started to turn around again. You let out a slow breath as you reached for the handle to push again, silently praying that your little fake shocked "oh hi" stunt worked. You walk through the door and let out a sigh of relief only to be startled by the sound of your name falling from Rafe's lusty and angry sounding lips.

"Don't fucking walk away from me y/n" he says in a harsh but desperate tone. "Why did you fucking leave like that this morning?"

"I...umm..." you fumbled with your words for a minute but quickly got it together. You faced him now and took in your scenery around you. It was your classic back alley way. A narrow brick wall lining each side of you, random graffiti spray painted in various places, old cardboard boxes and a dumpster by the door you just came out of. "Y/N!" Rafe said sterenly. "Come on, what fucking gives?"

You gave him your best smile and reach out to touch his cheek. "You know what they say Rafey, always leave 'em wanting more..." you trail off trying to turn and leave again. His hand catching your arm before you could escape.

"So that's it? That's how it's gonna be?" You shrug your shoulders and give him an unamused smirk.

"Fuck, you're such a bitch y/n" he said running his hand over the top of his head. "You played me and for what? Dinner? A place to sleep? A decent fuck? I don't get it, I really liked you and I thought you felt the same. It took a lot for me to even go out last night and when I saw you were alone for once, I decided to shoot my shot"

"I don't know what to say Rafe" you say annoyed. I really need to go tho-" but he yanks your arm hard and cut you off.

"Oh you're not going anywhere yet" he says angrily. You roll your eyes at him and try to shove him off. "Let go of me, you asshole" you shout.

"I am not the asshole in this situation y/n. You are and I think it's about time someone taught you a lesson. Tell me y/n, do you do this to all your dates or am I just the lucky one" he questions, sounding hurt but slightly amused. You stayed completely silent but roll your eyes at him again. You can see his one hand clench into a fist and feel the other tighten his grip on you even more. "I swear to God if you roll your eyes at me one more fucking time, you're gonna regret it. Stop being such a disrespectful cunt."

You smirked at him completely intrigued by his outrage and let out a muffled giggle. "Oh yeah Rafey, what are you gonna do out here to me? Yell at me? Call me names? Your such a blowhard, just let me go you asshole so we can both move on. Let me go or you're gonna be the one whose fucking sorry," you spat out.

Suddenly a look of complete abandon comes over Rafe's face as he gives you a creepy unhinged smile. His eyes go black and he cocks his head to the side and takes a step closer to you, removing any inch of distance between you. "Is that a threat?" He asks grabbing your other arm and pushing you into the brick wall next to the dumpster. He was so close you could feel his pulsating, bulging cock through his pants. Smiling to yourself you think "maybe I could get into this, like finally a guy that's full of surprises" and you shake your head and take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, looking into his eyes as he brings your hands over your head and pushes them into the hard bricks. It kind of hurts but you like it. "Maybe I misjudged you..." you said outloud.

"Maybe you did...he answers you and starts kissing your neck.

He hoisted you up a little against the wall and in a fever of rushed kisses and animalistic grunting you were getting so turned on and so wet it was starting to pool between your legs. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you moaned his name so loud you could feel him immediately smirk into your neck. He ran his tongue over the shell of your ear and started sucking and nibbling on your ear lobe, a spot he found last night that drove you wild. He had his knee in between your legs helping hold you up and you were shamelessly humping and riding his thigh when he abruptly stopped and let you down with a thud. You didn't even have time to think before he put your hands over your head again and said "close your eyes and don't you dare fucking move."

Against all your instincts and better judgement you let your excitement take over and did exactly as you were told. Next thing you knew, your dress was being ripped down the middle and thrown from your body. "Rafe! What the hell" you started to yell and go towards the ruined material only to feel him shove you hard up against the bricks again, scraping your bare skin and prickling at your delicate flesh. "Ow! "That hurts, you dick," you yell at him. "Deal with it" he said nonchalantly. You roll your eyes at his glib attitude. "You're such a prick. You ruined my dress! How am I supposed to get home with no clothes?!" you shouted furiously.

"Who says you're going home right now?" he growled back at you with a question. "And how was I supposed to know that you weren't wearing any underwear" he said smirking. "Who knew you were such a little hoe" he laughed. You're bare pussy and exposed tits we're on full display for him and anyone who ventured into the alleyway. "Lighten up y/n we're just messing around, it'll be fine, just relax" he said taking off his button down. "You can use this later but only if you take your punishment like a good girl. I can see it going both ways actually because something tells me you don't take orders very well. I told you not to roll your eyes at me and you just couldn't help yourself. This is your fault. These are the consequences of your actions.

He grabbed you harshly by your arm and spun you around to face the brick wall. Kicking both your feet to the sides, he roughly feels you up over your ass and his fingertips graze your soaking pussy. "Don't move" he says coldly. You couldn't believe how turned on you were considering you were in a pretty rough spot but it was so thrilling that you couldn't help but be turned on. Smiling to yourself you look over your shoulder and lock eyes with Rafe. "Did I tell you, you could turn around? He says angrily.

"No," you say in a pouty voice. Two can play this game and if he wants to do this then it might as well be entertaining, you thought to yourself.

"Turn around, put your hands on the wall and lean forward like a good girl for once in your fucking life" he says. You do as your told and feel his hands caress the smooth skin of your ass. He cups your cheeks and jiggles them a little and you love how good his hands feel on your aching and needy body. His fingers move their way to your aching core and he lightly traces your dripping folds, teasing you. You moan out in pleasure and he stops immediately. "You enjoying this y/n?" He asks and you nod your head and instantly say yes. He gives you three hard smacks on your bottom and then grips your ass cheeks again harshly. "I don't think you're ready..." he trails off.

"I'm ready!" You say quickly and instantly regret it when you hear him darkly chuckle. "Oh you silly little slut," he chuckles menacingly. "You're no where near ready but that's ok. You want it, you've got it," he says ominously.

His finger quickly find your puckering hole and make its way inside you, roughly and without caution. You squirm uncomfortably but don't move. "Mmmm good girl" he praises. "Let's add another finger."

Quickly he adds a second and then a third. You have tears streaming down your face but at the same time it feels so good you can't help but let out a pleasurable moan. You can tell your body is about to give in even more when he abruptly stops and pulls his fingers out. "You like this don't you y/n?" You could feel the breeze against your bare and exposed flesh and it makes you shiver. "Yes" you said quietly. "I thought so, such a little whore for me, outside, naked and bent over" he gloats. "Now...you're ready."

With your hands still on the wall you hear him undo his pants and you mentally prepare for his cock. He is so big and not in the way that most guys think they are. He was actually huge, longest and thickest cock you'd ever laid eyes on. He looks unreal. Most definitely not the norm and most definitely well above average. You wiggle your ass towards him eager to feel him inside you. "You want this cock again y/n?" He asks you. "Fuck yes. Pleaseeee Rafe" you say wiggling your ass at him again. You can hear him fiddling with his belt buckle and then suddenly you feel a hard and painful smack on your ass. "Shit! What the hell Rafe!" you shriek. He yanks you back by your hair and whispers in your ear. "Count with me to 10 or I'll keep going until you do" he growls, nibbling your ear just a tad before harshly shoving your head back towards the wall. "Raf-" you were cut off by a swift smack from his belt. "Fuck" you say, tears coming to your eyes."

"Y/n" he said testily. He hits your ass again, harder this time. You yelped out in pain but quickly say "one" and swallow it down. "That's a good girl, keep going" he says coldly. Over and over again, he spanks you with his belt. Your ass is on fire and you are full on crying in the alleyway but there is not a sole in sight. Your tortured cries are blending in with the booming music from behind the closed door you came out of earlier. No one can hear you.

"Nine" you cry out, shaking and crying so badly you don't think you can take another smack from him. You can feel the welts forming. It feels horrible but a small part of you is enjoying it. "Last one y/n and then we're done. You ready?" You sniffle and sigh but shake your head and say yes. He swats you the hardest yet as you sob out "ten" to his complete enjoyment and pure satisfaction.

"Turn around and look at me y/n" he says harshly. You reluctantly turn around to face him and all you see is a blank and eerie expression. If you didn't know better you would almost think he looks sad. "Your actions have consequences. Everything you do, everyone you play, has to deal with the repercussions of your selfish bull shit. You act like a whore, you get treated like a whore. It's as simple as that. Don't mess with peoples emotions. It WILL catch up to you. You act like trash, you get treated like trash.

"Is that so" you challenge, reaching for his button down. He quickly moves it away and places it on top of the dumpster next to you. He takes a step closer to you and moves a piece of hair out of your eyes and tucks it behind your ear. Looking up at him your legs buckle a bit and he catches you and sits you on top of his shirt on the dumpster lid. The dumpster has two lids on it and the one on the other side of where you sit was open. "This is gross, help me back down, I'll be ok to stand" you say peering over, completely disgusted.

"Oh I don't really give a fuck if you can stand or not y/n" he says shooting daggers at you with his eyes.

"What are you talking about, why am I sitting up here then? Help me down Rafe, come on" you plead.

"No" he says simply and starts walking over to where your ripped dress is on the ground. He picks it up and tosses it into the open end of the dumpster. "Hey! My dress! What are you doing?" You shout.

"I told you, you act like trash, you get treated like trash and that extends to your belongings too y/n."

"You're such a dick, you know that? You spit at him.

"Well...since you already think so..." he says walking back over to you and giving his shirt your body is sitting on a few hard yanks. He frees his shirt, you tumble into the open dumpster and see the outline of his body walking away from you, back towards the door of the club. "RAFE CAMERON WHAT THE FUCK" you scream! He turns around one last time and takes a few steps back towards you and sighs. "I told you y/n, you act like trash, you get treated like trash. End of story" he shrugs, tossing you his button down and his belt. I think you can make these work so you can get home without getting arrested...he trails off, walking away. You didn't have any snappy comeback or harsh words to say to him. You watch him walk away without looking back and when the door slams closed, all you can do is look around and shout "fuck" into the emptiness.

Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to reblog, like and/or leave a comment! 🩵🩵🩵

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landos-meat-rider · 3 months

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mastermind, part eleven

we’re so back,

last gcse on friday AND bridgerton AND euros???😟😟 getting spoiled stoppp😍😍

goodness gracious im so sick and tired of this exam rubbish gosh i cant wait to be done😫😫,

anyways if you’re reading this rn im eternally grateful to you bc the way i wouldve left if i was you…

no but seriously i love you guys so so much😕😕, this is a very short one (apologies) bc its the first time ive written since like last year (we’re ignoring that) and i really hope you enjoy the scraps ive put together while on no sleep for the past 72 hours. as a result (look at me using exam terminology in my day to day life😋) there may be some typos or like whole sections that arent meant to be there so very sorry for that, i think it should be fine though

anyways have a great day/night, pls pls pls lmk what you think of it and PLEASE send me requests for absolutely anything🙏🙏🙏

warnings: none i think!!

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“Here,” Theo hands me a sandwich he had managed to make with the little supplies we had left, “You need to eat something.”

I absent-mindedly take the plate from him and take a bite as he sits besides me on the tattered sofa and grabs the radio on the table, fiddling around with it.

“They’ll be okay darling,” he reassures for the millionth time, switching between stations, “I promise.”

I look to him with glassy eyes and lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses the top of my head.

He finally finds the right channel and holds my hand as I continue to eat the sandwich. We listen out for any news of our families or Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Theo and I had been moving around, camping here and there for a few months now. Lord knows where the other three had gotten to. Looking for them would be foolish and most likely unfruitful under these circumstances. Theo had been comforting me and making sure I sustained myself this whole time, I don’t really know what I’d’ve done without him.

“Theo, can I ask you something out of the blue?” I asked him as he lifted a cup of tea to his lips, raising his eyebrows and humming, “Do you still love me?” I questioned in a way that wasn’t accusatory, but rather of wonder.

His eyes glassed over slightly as he put his cup away and looked to me with a confused- almost offended expression. “Why would you ask that?”

“I don’t know we just haven’t been this close and alone since.. The Yule Ball and I wasn’t sure where we stood.” I shrugged, trying to read his thoughts.

“Tesoro,” he started “I look for you in every crowd, I search for your eyes in the nature around me. I savour and stretch any moment we have together. I endlessly shame myself for leaving you that day, but it was a necessary evil. I couldn’t let you get hurt. Not even a little bit. I lett you patch me up after fights even when I don’t like people helping me. I talk to you about my mother and father and I take delight in all your accomplishments. I love the way you talk to me, I love the way you are and I am eternally grateful that you’ve forgiven me somehow.”

I look at him with teary eyes and big smile on my face as he recisprocates and grabs my face in his warm hands smiling at me, “Doubt whether stars are fire; or the sun moves across the sky; or truth itself be a liar; but never doubt whether I love you.”

I kiss him softly.

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“Hey I wanted to ask you,” I began as the smooth chatter of the radio fades into the background and he looks at me with his blue eyes, “Do you think we should go back to Grimmauld place? I mean it’d be a lot safer than us being in the middle of fucking nowhere, we’d be able to see everyone else and we’re running out of supplies anyways.”

Just as Theo opened his mouth to respond, a letter flew into the tent in front of us as Theo and I instinctively grabbed our wands before seeing the parchment.

Theo gives me a confused look as I say, “Who’d know we were here?” and grabs the envelope.

He opens it cautiously as I keep my wand pointed at it, just in case, and starts to read the contents aloud.

“Dearest Y/n, it pains me to have to invite you to this bloodbath or anywhere near it but I am doing so with The Order’s direct command. We are all either stationed or arriving to Hogwarts for the upcoming battle, you and Theodore should get here as soon as possible, and please darling at least for my sake, try and keep out of danger. I cannot say much at this point but you must get here quickly. Come to your common room and when you arrive, I’ll be there. Yours, Sirius.”

Theo and I stand in silence for a few minutes, rereading the letter again and again until Theo backs away and starts preparing a bag big enough for one. I break out of my gaze and collect some of my things I need to bring and pass them to Theo to put in the bag but all he does is give me a look of confusion.

“What’s this for?”

“My things?”

Something crosses Theo’s face before he hides it with a blank look, he returns to his packing and clears his throat before saying, “No, you need to stay here.”

“What?” I say, astounded at his words, “What do you mean stay here?! I’m coming with you, Sirius told both of us to come.”

He abruptly stopped packing and sighed, giving me a look of desperation and exhaustion. “Listen to me,” he begged, stepping closer and taking my hands in his slightly shaky ones, “You need to stay here. You’ve already been though too much and if Bellatrix sees you I have no idea what she’ll do but I will not risk your safety. Not ever. So please darling, please listen to me for once and stay here.”

“Theo that’s so unreasonable, what if I’m in-”

“If you are in danger,” he breaks me off “Go to Grimmauld Place and send me a patronus immediately. If you come to Hogwarts with me, I’d be worrying about you the entire time anyways, and you’d be targeted along with Harry.”

“What if you get hurt?” I ask, shoving my thoughts aside for a moment, lowering my voice at the thought.

He pauses, staring at my eyes, his swimming in hesitancy, “Darling I’d rather it be me than you.”

“Theo-” he kisses me suddenly before I can protest, he runs his hands though my hair and the other on the small of my back. He kisses me for the first time, and he kisses me as though its our last.

He breaks away and looks at me with teary eyes,

“Sei il mio cuore, la mia vita, il mio unico e solo pensiero.”

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.

He looks lovingly into my eyes as though trying to memorise every detail about me before rolling is eyes, sighing and blinking tears away as he smiles and looks to the ceiling before bringing me to his chest and saying, “I know you.”

I look up at him with confusion as he holds me in his arms, his hands on either side of my waist as he looks down at me, “I know you, and I know that you’re going to come to Hogwarts anyway. No matter what I say.”

He smiles at me sadly as I snicker in his chest amongst tears, “But I swear if you hurt yourself,” he warns, resting his chin on the top of my head.

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LOLL that was so shit im so sorry...

anyways im so happy i FINALLY got this out like omggg it had been a MINUTE...

pls lmk what you thought and pls send me requests on what else to do‼️‼️‼️

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 2 months

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maybe shade would tag along with his daughter to the tournament and he's just there chilling in the background maybe giving jesse some parental advice and entertaining cam too. also he'll has to explain to someone he had a kid but never told them about it.

I wrote a thing, don't read it until October (...cuz spoilers, but also gives me time to nab all the typos):

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Jesse’s lost track of who’s fighting who now—it’s nobody from Lloyd’s group, nor anyone he’d recognize otherwise. Looks like a Master of Shapes or something against that gosh darn Master of Surface Tension, if he had to guess. Therefore, he’s not particularly invested in the fight, and tries to seek some refuge from the chaotic crowd that Roby insists on hyping up further.

As he wades his way through the stands, trying to be as inconvenient as possible, he sees an open area near one of the exits. Not too crowded, only a few guards…but if he squints, he thinks he sees someone lurking among the shadows. Part of him wants to turn right around and go back the other way, in order to avoid any unnecessary trouble…but a second look reveals that maybe the guy isn’t a source of trouble after all.

“…Shade? Shade, is that you?!” Jesse asks in disbelief upon moving closer. He almost thinks it’s a trick of the light—but no, there’s Shade Vespertine himself, lurking in the shadows as he’s known to do. Shade’s head tilts upon hearing the call of his name, one foot revved back to make a quick retreat…but his features soften upon recognizing Jesse.

With a small, almost imperceptible smile, Shade steps to the side, allowing some space for Jesse to take shelter as well. Jesse awkwardly and silently takes up the spot.

“...well, well, the years appear to have been kind to you. Could hardly recognize ya," Shade remarks with approval. “I still remember you being that scrawny little thing even way back during the Resistance…”

Jesse wilts, knowing Shade’s right. But hey, he’s been working out…! And wrangling an eight-year-old.

“Ahahaha. Yeah, I guess it’s just been a busy…several years…” Jesse concedes, running his fingers through his bangs. “...aaaand no signs of slowing, evidently.”

“Ha! That’s just the life of an Elemental Master, am I right?”

“Yeahhhhh…” Jesse swallows. His contacts have never felt more annoying. “Uh, um, any word from your sister since the Merge…?”

Shade’s expression goes flat. “Which sister?”

Jesse had assumed the answer would be obvious. “The one that was all evil but turned good in the clutch and helped us rebuild the Monastery…?”

“...Nope.” Shade sighs, shaking his head. “...but if she’s out there somewhere, I only hope she’s not doing something stupid. Though, that’d be a lot to ask from her regardless of what side she’s on.”

Jesse hums in acknowledgement, and the two fall silent after that. Shade was never one for much small talk anyway, and Jesse's never been good at not making a situation awkward—but their attention is taken up by the sudden uproar in the area. That Master of Surface Tension emerges victorious–somehow–and Roby rings in the next challengers.

One of them being the Master of Shadow.

"Oh snap, that must be you," Jesse says, prepared to lose his shred of company, but Shade shakes his head—a bit reserved, but mostly fond more than anything.

"Nah, that's not my mantle anymore."

"Huh? What do you–?" Jesse turns, and really looks at Shade this time...

And only then does he realize that Shade's pupils are white.

Before Jesse can dig into that, aforementioned summoned Master of Shadow rushes up into the area, laughing and waving at the crowd that cheers her on. She's the spitting image of Shade: short black hair, grayed skin, the signature armor of the Vespertines...and dark markings around those tell-tale lavender eyes.

The next match starts up; Obscuria ignites her hands in lavender and immediate uses the shadows cast by the buildings to her advantage, evading her opponent's first attack and countering with practiced ease. Shade lets out a bellowing whoop of a cheer; one that nearly startles Jesse off the balcony. He didn't know Shade was capable of such a prideful sound...!

...but, that does allow Jesse to put two and two together.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” Especially one that's a teenager now.

Shade lets out a brisk chuckle, as if busted on the silly little secret. But this isn't funny—Jesse has questions!

“...aside from a few folks who wrenched it out of me on Chen’s Island, no one did, really. Obscuria wasn’t even born yet at that point, but...she was on the way. Couldn't believe I held onto my powers for as long as I did,” Shade explains. He turns back to the arena, smiling proudly as his daughter continues to hold her own in her battle. “Fifteen years sure passes by in a flash, huh?”

“Yeah…” Jesse agrees. But event thinking about that is making his head spin. Thus, as he is exceedingly good at, he changes the subject immediately. "Soooo...is there, like, a wife in the picture, ooor—?"

"You sure like to get straight and personal, don't ya?" Shade says with an eyebrow raised in amusement. Jesse flushes and turns away.

"I-I just try not to beat around the bush so much anymore! I figured you'd appreciate a person who gets straight to the point...!"

"Hmm, good point." Shade puts a hand on hip and focuses his gaze on the fight, not taking his eyes of the wonder that is Obscuria the whole time. "...her mother and I came together in an arranged marriage, if you must know. Nice enough woman, but the whole thing was basically a business transaction...and neither of us really wanted to see the relationship through. But once a new Vespertine heir was born, I let her go...and it's just been me and little Obscuria ever since. You can probably imagine why I was avoiding making a big deal out of the whole thing, eh?"

Jesse's heart sinks a bit at the tale, but Shade doesn't seen upset about it at all. If anything, he's ecstatic—at least for his standards—but it definitely shows in the way he hollers and cheers every time Obscuria makes a grand showing of her powers. Jesse even witnesses Obscuria checking over her shoulder at times, making sure her father's watching everything.

“...So, what about you? I would’ve assumed a hopeless romantic like yourself would’ve settled down by now,” Shade reasons. Jesse immediately turns red in spite of himself, and Shade lets out a disbelieving chuckle. “Hey, don't give me that. You started this train. I just can't believe you and the other Ninja all still have your powers…didn't any of you slow down for even a second?”

Jesse coughs into his arm, embarrassment flooding through him like never before—and the way Shade smirks at him definitely isn't helping anything. But, he's right—Jesse started this. Info for info is only fair.

“Well, about that…I'm...not actually an Elemental Master anymore either," Jesse confesses. Shade recoils in surprise, tilting his head as he studies Jesse.

"But...your eyes...?"

"They're contacts." Jesse glances around for any security before demonstrating by taking one out, revealing his own white pupils hiding beneath. Now Shade looks stunned. Jesse pops the contact back in, sighing afterwards. "...and I've been using Blue Crystals to cover up my lack of powers otherwise."

"...I have so many questions," Shade says, and Jesse laughs dryly.

"Now you know I how felt when you mentioned Obscuria." Smiling, Jesse reaches into his pocket to fish out this phone. "...but I actually have a daughter too. Her name’s Camellia.”

Jesse scrolls through his phone to pick out some photogenic pictures of Cam, holding it out to Shade to admire. Shade whistles, swiping through them all. He actually smiles warmly at the sight of her, and to Jesse, that's one of the biggest surprises of all. Back then, Shade with a smile was unheard of...but now, he's breaking out with them like they're going out of style.

It's a nice change to see, if anything.

“...Well, ain’t she just a lil' cutie." Shade finally gives his verdict, handing back Jesse's phone. "She’s gotta be yours and Cole’s huh? Always knew ya’d tie the knot, with the way Cole was swooning over you during the whole tournament on the island…”

“That obvious, huh?” Jesse remarks wryly, pushing away any thoughts of Cole at the moment. The reason he'd even come this way was to get a break from that drama. “But, well…that’s why we call her our little magic miracle. ...on top of that literally being the case."

“Her eyes though…" Shade once more searches Jesse's gaze. "...she’s the new Master of Surprise, isn’t she?”

Jesse only nods quietly.

“…then what in the world are you doing competing here, man?”

“She’s only eight, and she of course doesn't have her True Potential yet…and with some shady rumors surrounding this event, I didn’t want her to get caught in any crosshairs. She’s staying with my sister right now…and so I took her invitation, and her place.”

Nervously, Jesse wrings his hands together, giving Shade a pleading look.

“...Please don’t tell anyone, though.”

Shade clamps a hand down on Jesse's shoulder. “You know me, your secret’s safe with me. Though I should’ve known something shady was accompanying a tournament…”

“Shade is your name; I’d be more surprised if you didn’t know,” Jesse chuckles. Shade rolls his eyes.

“Well, there’s no way I couldn’t have come. Ria finally got her True Potential only a couple of months ago, and she’s been itching for an excuse to go all out with her powers. I let her come…on the condition I got to go too. It embarrassed her a little bit, but ya gotta bend a few things to make sure the kids stay safe, you know? ...Even if ya gotta do it from the shadows.”

Jesse again nods in agreement, falling quiet as Shade throws himself back into the match above. It's starting to wind down, and though Obscuria is sure to be the victor, the opponent still isn't down for the count just yet. The duo go at each other, matching blow for blow. Shade hollers out words of advice, encouraging cheers, booing the commendation, and...and fleetingly, Jesse imagines it's Cam up there instead.

She's the one giving it her all, and he's the one down below left only to cheer her on, but unable to interfere—

His chest abruptly aches with how much he misses her.

“How do you know…" Jesse asks as if on autopilot, clenching at his chest. Shade almost misses the question, but turns to acknowledge it nonetheless. "....when they’re ready to do more? How do you know when...it's finally okay...to just let them go, and trust that they'll be all right?"

“Heh, that’s an easy one, man.” Shade elbows Jesse in the arm. “…they’ll tell you.”

“B-But—" Jesse thinks back to all the countless times Cam's insisted in getting some ninja training early, or wanted to go on a mission, or her desires to attempt the Spinjitzu course...but she's still just so young. "–how do you know the different between when they’re just being overconfident and impatient....and when they’re genuinely ready?”

The crowd gasps as Obscuria takes a tumble; Jesse gasps in alarm, immediately fearing that she's about to be eliminated. But Shade doesn't react at all, simply looking upon the spectacle for what it is. Obscuria manages to pull herself back up, block another oncoming attack, then manifest a shadow whip that grabs her adversary by the ankle and flinging them out of bounds, officially winning her the match.

Jesse's eyes go wide in astonishment as Shade throws both his fists into the air, cheering louder than the crowd itself. Obscuria bounces around in celebration–much more spirited than one would expect from someone that revels in shadows—but the first person she starts running to is Shade.

"DAD! Dad, I did it!"

Shade, proud as ever, holds out his arms in preparation to catch her.

“Failing is a part of life, Jesse, you know that. It’s going to happen no matter you try to prevent it, and it’s important that they experience it happening…so they’ll know how to handle it even without you there to soften the blow. Sometimes...you just have to let them try, and see for themselves.”

Shade finally catches Obscuria, spinning her around in a celebratory hug full of rejoicing and laughter.

"...But you should know better than anyone else that they just might surprise you."

Jesse's shoulders sink, slipping away to let the father and daughter revel in their celebration. He ignores the protesting ache that blooms throughout his chest; for they earned it; they deserve it...

...and, once more, he stares at his hands and wonders if coming here on his lonesome really was the best choice.

#ninjago dragons rising #ninjago spoilers #fic tag #fics of mine #works of mine #oc: jesse marvell #shade vespertine #obscuria vespertine #oc: camellia marvell #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago dr s2 spoilers #sidestories

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gretavanfunk · 2 months

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Fighting Fire (Series)

Chapter One

Word Count: 7,190

Summary: Stevie and Sam never seemed to be what people refer to as "two peas in a pod" growing up. He got under her skin more times than she could count and Sam was desperate to be on a level playing field as his older brother and Stevie's best friend, Jake. One summer, Sam is forced to face his demons and in turn, Stevie is too.

Warnings: Themes of grief and themes of depression

This story is written and edited by me and it is my baby so I hope some people out there can enjoy it as much as I enjoy creating it! If there are typos, bear with me lol

Chapter One Playlist for the vibes!

It was around eleven o'clock on a chilly evening in late April when Stevie's nightly reading routine was interrupted by a knock at the door. She doesn't usually have any visitors, especially at this hour, so she was hesitant to even go to the door. However, when the knocking happened again, she got off the couch and shuffled her feet into her slippers, hurrying to see who was there. When she peeped through the peephole, she audibly gasped seeing her childhood best friend standing on her doorstep.

Stevie hadn't seen him in over a year at this point and was usually well aware when he and his brothers came back into town from their lavish rockstar life. This time, he was here unannounced and she knew that was very unlike him. Immediately, she undid the locks and threw the door open to find a wide grin across Jake's face and his long, tangled hair hugging his shoulders.

"Jake!" she exclaimed before tackling him in a hug, "You're back!"

"Surprise!" Jake chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, and lifting her a bit.

His clothes were cold to the touch and she rubbed her hands against his back, excitedly. Once her feet were planted back on the ground, she let him go and ushered him through the front door in a rush to keep the chill out.

"Come in! Come in!" She locked the door and led them to the living room, turning the lights on and settling on the couch next to each other.

"I didn't even know you were coming to town!" Stevie sighed, still smiling so big it was starting to hurt.

"I really didn't know until a couple of days ago myself," Jake laughed, "But I just got in and wanted to see you right away!"

"Probably because if I found out you were here from someone else, I would kill you," she laughed, "What brings you home?"

Jake rubbed his hands together, still trying to warm up and he furrowed his eyebrows before smiling shyly, "Stuff."

"Wait a minute," Stevie ran her hand through her hair, "Aren't you supposed to be on tour? What happened?"

Jake rubbed his face with one hand and shrugged, "It's not exactly my place to say. Some family stuff I guess."

Stevie scooted closer to him, concerned, "Is everyone okay? Did something happen?"

Jake nodded, patting her on the leg, and smiling, "Yes! Everyone is okay! It's something to do with Sam but I can spare you the details. Everyone is healthy and okay!"

Stevie sighed and clutched her chest, "Oh my gosh! You scared the hell out of me!"

"Enough about that," Jake laughed nervously, "How are you? Sorry to show up so late!"

"I'm glad you're here," Stevie smiled, "I've missed you! Will you be staying for long?"

Jake nodded, "Well, we aren't entirely sure yet. Not until we kind of grasp our situation."

She studied his face, knowing he was doing his best to dance around the subject. Jake was never particularly vulnerable and neither was Stevie. They bonded quickly over their natural invertedness when they were young and stayed close ever since.

In high school, Jake was naturally popular, playing soccer and such. However, since Stevie was a writer, she was constantly working on fun little projects with Josh, Jake, and Ronnie outside of school. While they ran in different crowds, Stevie and Jake just always understood each other on a deeper level.

He was popular. Everyone loved Jake, but he never made anything about himself, always knowing how to keep things fun and light-hearted without ever having to be transparent with people about heavier things. She knew him better than she knew anyone and because of this, she was prone to picking up on when a topic needed to stay where it was without any further prying or investigation, so she nodded.

"Well, okay! I'm glad you are here now! It's never the same without you guys around."

"What about you?" Jake asked, "How are you?"

Stevie looked around and she sighed, "I've been okay, surviving, ya know."

"How's Ryan?"

She laughed and shook her head, "Dead to me, that's how."

"Oh no," Jake sucked in breath through his teeth, "Guessing it ended badly."

"He was cheating on me for months," Stevie rolled her eyes, "So, depends on how you look at it, I guess."

"I'm sorry," Jake held her hand, "Fuck that guy."

Stevie laughed and nodded, "Fuck that guy."

"Why didn't you tell me, Steve?" Jake asked, giving her hand a squeeze and she looked up at him, almost moved to tears processing that he was sitting here with her.

She shrugged, "I didn't want to bother you! You're already so busy."

Jake shook his head and smiled, "Yeah, but we're best friends! You and Ryan were together for six years and if I knew before, I could've planned something awesome to ruin that fucker's life!"

Stevie cracked into a fit of laughter and she shook her head, "Don't waste your time on him! He doesn't even deserve to be given the thought."

Jake laughed along with her and nodded, "You're right."

He sat back on the couch and sighed, stretching his arms out and pulling Stevie into a side hug before continuing. Stevie settled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Well, try not to tell Sam about that," Jake lightly laughed, "We don't want to awaken his never-ending pestering of you like he did in high school."

Stevie shivered at the thought of Jake's younger brother in their high school years constantly hitting her with terrible pickup lines and she looked at Jake, quizzically, "Wait, what? I thought Sam was off the market anyway?"

Jake shrugged, "Well, he's back on it and taking advantage, I should say. He's... been going through it."

Being naturally nosey, Stevie wondered if his breakup had anything to do with the group taking a break from the tour to come home, which made Stevie think that it must've been pretty bad. Or that Sam was being a little bitch about it.

"Well, that's unfortunate," She sighed, "He seemed so happy."

Jake rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, "Things are not always what they seem to be."

Stevie looked at him for a second, waiting for him to expand and when she realized he wasn't going to she chuckled, "So cryptic."

Jake laughed along with her and with the dip in conversation, her focus was back on him. Being long-distance friends now grew harder for her when he always came back and significant chunks of time had passed. He always looked different when she saw him, not in very drastic ways, but in enough ways for her to want to take it all in. His hair was longer, messier, and curlier. A bit unruly. He had grown facial hair out, matching more and more with Josh and she smiled at this. It was weird for her, but she found it kind of fitting. He looked older, more mature. His clothes were always nicer. The style he carried was still very much Jake in the patchwork and casual kind of way, but a bit more clean-cut and... expensive.

It was strange that he was always the same guy who would cliff dive with her into the lake every summer and the guy who taught her how to drive a stick shift when they were sixteen. Strange and comforting. The true makeup of Jake never changed. He always spoke the same way and laughed the same way and it warmed her heart to be in his presence with a personality so familiar to her, no matter how much older they were getting by each passing day.

Jake ended up staying with Stevie and the two of them talked for a couple of hours, catching up on the last year that they hadn't seen each other. Jake told her about the band, their new album, the tour, and everything going on for him out in Nashville and Stevie told him about her job waiting tables with Ronnie some nights while she went to school in her graduate program in Publishing. She talked about losing her dad and what her life has looked like since then.

There wasn't much for her to say about it since she didn't really do much outside of missing him. Her dad was all she had left, and his death happened suddenly. A heart attack. She mostly just isolated herself and outside of work, she rarely left her house.

"It's been pretty lonely," Stevie chuckled, "But I suppose I do that to myself."

Jake looked at her with sad eyes and he shook his head, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you when it happened. Your breakup and your dad."

She felt her heart sink a little but looking at the sadness in Jake's eyes just made her push the feelings away and smile anyway.

She shushed him and shook her head, "Don't apologize, Jake! I understand."

They gave each other warm smiles and she wrapped her arms around him, "I'm so glad you are here now."

He hugged her back and rubbed her back softly, "Me too."

They kept talking for a while and Stevie was surprised to find that they both fell asleep on her couch when she woke up the next morning. Jake was still wearing his jacket and he had his arms wrapped around himself while his feet rested on her coffee table. She laughed at the sight of his face resting on his arms and how uncomfortable it looked. But, he was knocked out and snoring softly so it must have been a fine position for him.

As quietly as possible, she grabbed her phone from the coffee table and took a photo of him, chuckling to herself and then she stood up slowly, trying her best not to wake him. She went to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee, deciding against her usual half pot and making a full one to share with Jake. Then, she went into her pantry and started to make muffins, the same ones they would eat in high school.

Stevie wondered about what Jake mentioned last night about Sam and why they had to come home suddenly. He probably had a diva fit or something and she rolled her eyes. Sam was always making everything about himself. It was so typical of him, being the youngest in their family. He just was such an arrogant brat and to ruin something that Jake worked so hard for, made her hate him even more. In the middle of a world tour, are you serious?

She shook her head, deciding not to think about it too much and smiled to herself, just happy that Jake was back. She started humming and doing a little happy dance while she baked and jumped when Jake cleared his throat.

"Good morning," Jake chuckled, "Nice moves."

She rolled her eyes but smiled widely, "Good morning! Want some coffee?"

He sat on a barstool and nodded slowly, "Please, I feel like death."

She laughed and nodded, pouring him a mug, "We stayed up pretty late last night."

"Yeah," Jake nodded and smiled at her as he took the coffee, "Sorry about crashing here last night."

She gave him a knowing look and shook her head, "You can crash here any time you want."

Before she gave him his muffin, she went over to a drawer in her kitchen and took out one birthday candle, sticking it in the top of the muffin, and lighting it, causing Jake to chuckle to himself.

"A birthday candle? Don't be silly," Jake shook his head and Stevie nodded, "Hey! It's a few days late, but it's still April! Happy Birthday!"

Jake smiled at her and she set the plate down in front of him, stopping any movements from her with her hand before pulling her phone out to snap a photo.

"Make a wish," she teased and Jake rolled his eyes, playfully before blowing the candle out.

The two friends ate breakfast and drank coffee together until Jake's phone started to ring.

"Hello?" he answered and after a brief moment he sighed, "Sorry man, I went to Stevie's house and fell asleep here. Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there."

Jake rolled his eyes as he hung up and he stood, taking his plate and mug to her sink, "Thanks for breakfast, Stevie. I gotta run. Band meeting."

She nodded, "Anytime, Jake! Give me a call when you're free later! Maybe we can hang!"

He nodded and she walked him out the front door and waved as he got into his car and left. She sighed and smiled again when she closed the front door behind her, feeling more whole than she had in months.

Stevie knew that she did not get enough sleep to handle her afternoon shift at the restaurant today, but seeing Jake last night had her in good spirits, and she was sharing her shift with Ronnie so she knew it would be smooth sailing when she parked her car and took a deep breath in the parking lot. When she went inside, Ronnie was already there, putting her apron on.

"Ah! There she is!" Ronnie smiled, "I haven't seen that smile in a while, guess I got my brother to thank."

Stevie shook her head, laughing, "Did you know they were coming home?"

"A few days ago," Ronnie smirked mischievously.

Stevie gasped and reached past Ronnie to grab her own apron, "Why didn't you warn me?"

Ronnie rolled her eyes, "Please! It's more fun as a surprise, isn't it?"

Stevie's façade of anger faded quickly as she giggled, "Yeah, it is."

"Plus," Ronnie sighed, throwing her hair up into a ponytail, "Josh was very stressed out about keeping it a secret."

Stevie and Ronnie grabbed their order paper pads and pens and started switching over sections with the morning staff. Stevie was right about today being a breeze, she didn't lose her temper nearly as quickly as she could have with a few customers. Ronnie approached her in the back and took a sip of water.

"You can take your break first," Ronnie smiled, "But before you go, the guys and I thought it'd be fun to take off to Electrik tonight if you want to come."

"Oh my gosh," Stevie gasped, "We haven't been there in forever! Count me in!"

"Great, we'll pick you up tonight!" Ronnie winked and Stevie squealed excitedly as she clocked out for her lunch break. Now that she had plans to look forward to, the rest of her shift after lunch flew right by and the two friends cleaned up and walked out to the parking lot together.

"Okay, so game plan," Ronnie stated, "Go home, shower, get ready and I'll text you when we're heading to your place."

"Sounds good! I'll be ready!" Stevie gave Ronnie a squeeze and they went their separate ways to their cars.

Stevie threw her bag down at home and ran upstairs to shower. She scrubbed all of the sweat and food off of her and once she was done, she towel-dried her hair and dug around her closet in a rush.

Ever since her dad died, Stevie felt like she was never actually present in her body. She felt like she was just coasting through in a daze, but seeing Jake last night really reminded her of who she used to be when they were growing up and she didn't realize how much she needed him and his family.

When she was rummaging through her clothes, her mind was searching for something that made it look like she wasn't living her life pathetically for the last seven months. The weather was still on the chillier side and wasn't expected to start heating up for a few more weeks, so she didn't want to wear anything too revealing. She settled on a black corset top that had lace sleeves, ripped dark wash jeans and black boots, comfortable enough for dancing.

Electrick was a club in Saginaw that the group used to go to when they were younger. Specifically, when Sam turned twenty-one, the guys were in town and they all ended up going and found out shortly that he was a lightweight and he ended up getting sick in Stevie's car, which at the time, she was kind of a bitch about and the memory made her laugh. However, doing something with the group just like old times made her even more giddy than before. Stevie put on some makeup and was scrunching the sea salt spray into her hair when Ronnie finally texted her.

"I forgot to say we were on the way, but we're outside!"

Stevie squealed in excitement, took one more look at herself, then ran downstairs and grabbed her bag again before leaving the house. Stevie occasionally hung out with Ronnie outside of work, but she didn't usually get out as often as usual over this past year. However, she was excited to return with her best friends. Josh's Jeep was in the driveway and his window was down as he hit his horn obnoxiously and smiled a wide, toothy smile and she beamed with joy seeing him again.

"STEVIE!" Josh shouted, "GET IN BITCH!"

She ran to his window and grabbed his face, kissing his cheek, "Oh, how I have missed you, Joshua!"

He turned his face and kissed her cheek back, "And I have missed you!"

Stevie grabbed the backseat door and opened it to see Sam wearing sunglasses with his arms crossed over his chest. Once the door was fully ajar, he let one of his arms free and brought his glasses down to the bridge of his nose, peeking over them at her.

"Did ya miss me, Stephanie?" Sam asked in his annoyingly dramatic "deep" voice and Stevie rolled her eyes, cringing at his use of her full name and already annoyed that she'd have to sit so close to him for the ride to Saginaw.

"Oh, Samuel," Stevie sighed before scooting into the seat and slamming the door, her voice thick with sarcasm, "How could I not?"

Josh shot Sam a look through the rearview, "Watch it, Sammy."

"Oh right, I forgot this was the Sam Purge trip! Please, carry on as if I don't exist," Sam rolled his eyes, pushed his glasses up, replaced his arms over his chest, and sunk a little into his seat.

Ronnie laughed and ruffled his hair, earning a glare from him, "Oh little brother! The drama!"

Stevie laughed too but thought about what Sam had said and the very minimal context that Jake gave her last night about something that happened with him. She wondered about what it possibly could be, given his very sour outlook on it. If he didn't put a stop to the tour because of his breakup and his brother had to intervene, what could he possibly have done? The theme of the exchange amongst the brothers sounded as if Sam was visiting home against his will, and didn't necessarily want to leave the tour. However, her train of thought was broken when Jake looked back at her from the passenger seat and extended his hand to her, squeezing her hand, "Hey, Steve! You look nice."

"Hey, Jake," Stevie responded, "Thank you! You do too."

Sam scoffed, made a fake gagging noise, and mocked Josh's comment from earlier, "Watch it, Jake! Wouldn't want Ryan to catch you making advances."

"Sam," Jake protested, "Mind your own fucking business. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh?" Sam raised an eyebrow, "Is there a friends-to-lovers arc that we've missed?"

Jake's jaw tensed and Stevie could see that he was fighting hard to bite his tongue, so she saw this as her turn to enter the fight.

Stevie set her hand on Sam's knee, accidentally causing him to jump a little and look at her.

"Sam," Stevie sighed, "Jake and I have been best friends pretty much forever. Complimenting your best friends is completely normal. And Ryan was cheating on me for the better part of a year. So, yeah, mind your own fucking business."

Josh gasped loudly, "HE WHAT?!"

"It's really not a big deal," Stevie sighed, "We broke up months ago."

"That's a HUGE deal Stevie," Josh shook his head, eyes still glued to the road ahead of him, "I'm so sorry! What a piece of shit!"

Sam was still looking at her when she glanced over at him again, but his glasses were off and she saw the guilt and sadness in his eyes, for the first time in quite a long time. He set his hand on top of where her hand was still resting on his leg and Stevie took in a sharp breath, shocked by the sudden tightness in her chest.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Stevie," Sam's voice was quiet when he spoke and he gave her hand a squeeze.

Stevie studied his face for a brief moment, confused about his sudden tenderness. Sam looked a lot different than the last time she saw him. He had also decided to grow out his facial hair and it made him look older, more like Jake now than ever. There was a light sheet of exhaustion that was set into his features now, not in a bad way, just in a way that she noticed. His once pristine, perfectly straight hair was messier, tangled at the ends and wavy. He still had such a boyish gleam in his eye but, her mind still wandered about what could've happened in the last year to make him seem so different.

Suddenly, she removed her hand from under his and sat a little straighter, clearing her throat and nodding, "Yeah, he was sort of a piece of shit."

Stevie turned and watched out the window as the edge of their tiny town passed them by and she realized she had unconsciously broken into a nervous sweat. She was used to feeling tense around the youngest of the family, due to his insufferable annoyance, but he had never made her feel this uneasy. She tried to shake it off, but she could still feel his eyes linger on her and she said a silent praise when she heard Josh turn the music up in the car.

It only took about fifteen minutes for the group to get to Eletrick, especially with Josh behind the wheel. To her surprise, this still wasn't enough time for Stevie to stop thinking about the weird, anxious feeling she now harbored from Sam, but the change of scenery might help her regulate. The group filed out of the jeep and once Stevie stood up straight and moved out of the way for Sam to follow her, she was attacked by a set of strong arms wrapping her up from behind, squeezing her tightly.

She yelped and heard Josh's laughter in her ear, "A proper hug for my girl!"

Stevie turned around, laughing along with him and wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly too, "It's been too long, Josh."

They pulled apart but Josh laced a hand with Stevie's and he nodded, "Agreed."

Josh looked different too, but probably the slightest bit of change compared to Jake and Sam. He got his hair cut and he looked older, just like his brothers did, but there was a sense of newfound confidence about him and Stevie smiled. She ran her hand along one of the shaven sides of his head and giggled.

"Sick mullet," Stevie chimed and Josh laughed and dramatically began to motion his free hand around his head, "It's more of a mohawk, but ya know, big and bold."

They laughed together and he pulled her along, inching towards the building. Sam stumbled out of the car and straightened his shirt before putting his sunglasses back on and slamming the car door sharply. Stevie glanced at Josh and watched him roll his eyes without giving an inch of attention to his baby brother who was begging for it. Josh simply just clicked the lock on his keys and pulled Stevie along with him to the entrance of the club, fingers still intertwined.

Josh dropped her hand when they got to the door, showing off all of their IDs and Stevie took a deep breath, bracing herself for what their night had in store for them. The music was loud, the lights were bright and there was that distinct Electrick smell of cigarettes mixed with hundreds of different types of perfumes and cologne, easily overstimulating all of the senses.

The group made their way to the bar and Josh led Stevie and Ronnie to stand up against the bar, with the three brothers standing close behind, as a protective shield. Josh and Jake were always very protective of Ronnie and Stevie when they would go anywhere together. Josh always complained about not being able to do that much anymore now that his life took him elsewhere.

Josh stood on Ronnie's left side, blocking her from the people around them, Jake stood next to him and Sam shielded Stevie's right side. He pressed up against her, resting his left hand on her shoulder lightly and Stevie widened her eyes, feeling that this was a bit too close to him for her comfort. With his right hand, Sam flagged down the bartender.

"I know everyone is pissed at me right now," Sam sighed, "But drinks are on me tonight." Josh opened his mouth to protest but Jake just slapped a hand on Josh's back to shut him up and he spoke, "Can't argue with that, Sammy."

Stevie laughed at Jake and he chuckled nervously, grabbing Stevie's unoccupied shoulder and squeezing it before he resumed his position. Sam went ahead and ordered everyone's drinks, not needing to ask anyone what they wanted. He took his wallet out, pulled his card out, and handed it over to the bartender, never moving his hand from her shoulder. Once his card returned and he put his wallet in his pocket, his left hand remained on her shoulder, filled with nervous energy and almost like they were barely touching. He then began tapping the bar anxiously with his right hand.

Stevie was hyper-aware of all of his movements, which honestly annoyed her more than he ever had before. She just felt so uptight in this situation. She turned her head to look at Jake who was scoping out the area, and when she touched Jake's arm, he shot his glance at her and smiled.

"How was your band meeting this morning?" Stevie asked and Jake's eyes flicked over to Sam for a moment before meeting hers again, "Good, just a bit of a check in after getting here. We're kind of halting everything at the moment."

"Well," Stevie sighed, "Selfishly, I'm glad."

Sam laughed at her comment, but she kept her eyes on Jake, "Everybody is so uptight! Let's fucking dance!"

Josh pointed at her and clapped his hands together, "Yes! Exactly! Let's do that!"

The bartender came back with drinks as if on cue and Stevie clapped her hands together, taking her glass and turning to Sam, whose hand finally left her shoulder to let her go on the dancefloor.

"You coming?" she asked him and he smiled a small smile, shaking his head, "No, I'm gonna stick around here! Come back if ya need a refill!"

Sam winked and she nodded, patting his back before she grabbed Jake's arm, following the rest of them to the floor. The farther away from Sam they got, the clearer her mind got, although they were diving headfirst into a sea of people now. Jake looked back at her and he stopped, grabbing her waist and pulling her ahead of him, to follow behind her.

Jake's touch never made her feel tight or anxious. It was so comfortable and familiar to her so, finally, she felt herself relax being around him again. The club music was so loud now, blasting a popular pop song. She could feel the bass in the pit of her stomach and once they got to where Josh wanted to be, the group held their drinks tightly, periodically sipping and swaying to the music together. They laughed at one another and danced together, just like they always had on their weekends together and tears welled in Stevie's eyes for a brief moment, finally feeling whole after so long.

Stevie knew that dancing made Jake nervous, even though she also knew he could get down if he really didn't care, but she made sure to grab his hand and just dance silly dances with him to make it less serious. None of these other people mattered anyway, she was with her home. Amidst all of their dancing, Jake and Stevie took it upon themselves to do the round runs and would check in with Sam who was doing his thing, flirting with any girl that would dare look at him. Jake and Josh had been pulled aside a few times for photos with fans who spotted them but it was few and far between.

After a while, Stevie decided to make the trek to the bathroom, Jake insisting on escorting her there.

"It's okay, Jake," Stevie laughed, "I will be just fine!"

Jake pointed two of his fingers to his eyes before pointing them at hers and she hit his chest before starting to weave her way through the people. After she finally was done with the bathroom, she decided to check in on Sam again and maybe get herself one more drink. When she got back to where the group had left him, she didn't see Sam sitting there and she immediately began to panic.

Stevie searched around with her eyes quickly and figured he must have been having a smoke or in the bathroom too, so she walked outside to check, Sure enough, she found him, but not in a situation she had expected. Sam was being pinned up against the side of the building by a much bigger man, about to get his ass kicked, no doubt. She groaned and rolled her eyes, annoyance immediately filling her body. However, she only let the annoyance hold power for a few seconds before she kicked her mom-friend energy into gear.

Stevie shouted, "Hey! What the fuck is going on?!"

"Shut up, bitch," the guy snarled back and Stevie threw her bag down, immediately switching to anger and started running towards them. She screamed and jumped on the guy's back, digging her nails into his face.

"What the fuck?" the guy shouted, letting go of Sam and backing away from him, holding onto her hands, trying to pry them off.

Stevie's strength began to vanish quickly and she let herself off of the much taller man, falling back onto her ass. He hissed in pain from the scratches on his face and shook his head, "Fucking crazy bitch!"

Stevie looked up at him with dark eyes but the guy just took off and rounded the corner, heading back into the club. When she looked back at Sam, his face was white as a ghost and he was just looking at her in shock. She started to get up and that's when Sam rushed to her.

"Stevie! Are you okay?" he asked and she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine! Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

Sam helped her up and shrugged, "I guess his girlfriend was one of the girls I bought a drink for."

"Man," Stevie shook her head, "Where would you end up without constant supervision? All that for some girl?"

Sam widened his eyes at her in shock, "You're one to talk, miss hyena! I wouldn't want to get on your bad side."

The pair looked at each other, smiles fighting the corners of their mouths and they both started laughing. The annoyance and anger shrank inside Stevie as she thought about how truly ridiculous the previous events were. However, that didn't last for long.

Sam stumbled backward and took a deep breath, "Fuck, I don't feel too good."

"Oh God," Stevie said, holding onto him and leading him to rest against the side of the building again, "Here we go again."

She sighed, reminded just how short-lived good moments with him were and how inconvenient he could be. Sam bent over and set his hands on his knees, trying to breathe through his nausea so Stevie rubbed his back, "Just let it happen, Sam. You'll feel better."

Sam looked up at her briefly before shooting his head back down again and Stevie could feel his body tensing, so she quickly grabbed all of his hair in her hands, pulling it out of his face. Within seconds, Sam was vomiting just like he had in this very alley multiple times before. Stevie took all of his hair in one hand and rubbed circles in his back again all while turning her face away and fighting off her own gagging. Sam stood up straight and wiped his mouth once he was finished.

"Shit," he muttered, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Sam," Stevie sighed, "It was pretty much inevitable."

Sam leaned against the building and took a deep breath, "Ya know, it's not always like this."

"It is to my knowledge," Stevie chuckled, shaking her head and Sam looked at her with a sly grin.

"Thanks for your help, Stephanie," Sam said and Stevie glared at him, "You know I hate the name Stephanie."

"And you idolize Stevie Knicks," Sam nodded, "I remember."

There was a brief pause and Sam turned his body to face her, causing her to raise her brows in question to him. Sam began to try to close the space between them, lowering his head in an attempt to kiss her and Stevie hit his chest a little harder than she intended, "Woah! What the hell?"

Sam hissed from the sting of rejection and nodded his head, defeated as he backed up and stood against the wall once more.

"Right, right," Sam laughed, "I'm not Jake."

Stevie scoffed, "Or, how about the fact that you're shit-faced and just hurled everywhere?"

Sam glanced at her, tilting his head slightly, "So what I'm hearing is, it's not impossible."

"Not on your fucking life," Stevie laughed shaking her head in disbelief at his behavior, "Sam, what's going on?"

Sam shrunk down a bit and his smile fell, "What? My blabber-mouth brothers haven't told you?"

Stevie shook her head, "Of course not, Sam. It's not their business to share."

Sam scoffed, "Well it's not their business to intervene either, is it?"

"It is if you're in trouble," Stevie muttered and Sam shook his head, "Everyone thinks that I can't handle my shit, but I can."

"Sam, everyone thinks you can't handle your shit because notoriously, you can't," Stevie sighed again but she grabbed his hand, making him look at her, "Talk to me."

Sam's eyes screwed shut and he sighed deeply, rubbing his temple with his free hand. Just as he opened his eyes again and was about to start speaking, the side door of the bar flung open and Ronnie, Jake and Josh all stood there, searching for them.

"Oh! There you are," Ronnie announced with a sigh of relief, "We were worried something happened to you, Stevie!"

Jake crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows at her, encouraging her to explain.

"Right," Stevie dropped Sam's hand instantly and sighed, "Sorry! I was just checking in on Sam, that's all!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sam turned his body away from them and started throwing up again. Stevie worked quickly to grab his hair once more and talk him through it.

"It's okay, Sam," she hushed, "Let it out."

Ronnie scoffed and shook her head, "Honestly, bro! Are you ever gonna learn your limits?"

"Well," Jake chuckled, and then he smiled at Stevie who was now craning her head to look at them all, "Next time, text me or something so I know you're alright."

She nodded, "Sorry, Jake."

He shook his head and reached over to give her a pat on the head, "It's okay! Need a drink?"

Stevie thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Could you just get me a water?"

"Here," Josh stuck his glass full of water out, "You take this one! I'll get another and work on sobering up to get his ass home!"

Stevie took the cup with one hand, still holding on to Sam's hair, and winked at Josh, "Thank you."

Sam had finished vomiting, but this time he stayed hunched over, not wanting to address the embarrassment he must have been feeling. The three siblings' eyes fell on Sammy who was clearly avoiding looking in their direction, so Stevie cleared her throat.

"Uh, I'll meet you guys in there, okay?" She let go of Sam's hair and turned her body towards Josh, "Could I get the car key? Just in case."

Josh nodded and handed the keys to her. Jake narrowed his eyes and Stevie tilted her head, pleading with him to trust her and he nodded, "Yeah, okay. But if you end up not coming back in, you better text me or I'm hunting you down again."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, "Alright, Jacob."

Ronnie, Josh, and Jake all filed back inside, and Sam stood up straight once they were gone. He let out a breath, obviously still feeling badly. Stevie stuck out the water cup to him and he looked at her with a confused expression.

"The water is for you, bud," Stevie laughed, "Bottoms up."

Sam slowly took the cup into his hand and nodded, "Thanks for that."

Stevie sighed, "Mmhmm. Whatever."

She grabbed his arm, dragging him along, dodging the areas of the ground where he threw up and she led him further away, instructing him to sit down. He did as he was told, and she ran over and grabbed her bag, still sitting on the ground from the fight earlier. She brought it over to him and sat down beside him.

She rummaged around until she found her pack of gum and handed him a piece, "Here. Take it."

Sam took it and he smiled at her mischievously, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

"Don't push your luck buddy," Stevie slugged his arm lightly, "This is to help the taste from nauseating you again."

Sam stuck the gum in his mouth and nodded before muttering sarcastically, "Sure, it is."

They sat like that together for a good chunk of time in silence, waiting for Sam to finish the glass of water in his hand and they eventually shared a cigarette too. After the water was gone, Stevie asked, "What do you want to do, Sam?"

"Well," Sam sighed, "I think standing is going to make me too dizzy again so, I'm not sure."

She huffed a breath, irritated that she was stuck out here with him and not enjoying her night with her friends. Typical Sam. Once again, it was all about him. They hadn't even been together more than a couple of hours and he was already ruining her time. She thought about just leaving him out here but she sighed, knowing that wasn't the right thing to do. If Sam had gotten beaten up, Josh would freak out and if she left him alone and he wandered off into Saginaw, Jake would lose his shit.

Stevie pulled out her phone and shot Jake a text, letting him know she was taking Sam to the car and she stood up, setting the empty glass on the sidewalk and offering her hand out to him.

"Come on, we're going to the car."

Sam narrowed his eyes at her, "Why?"

"So you can at least lay down," Stevie suggested and Sam laughed, "In Josh's tiny ass Jeep? Yeah, right."

"Well, it's either that or you keep vomiting on the side of this building," Stevie sighed, "Take your pick."

Sam groaned and took her hand, slowly standing up and following her lead out to the parking lot. She unlocked the car and opened the back door, gesturing for Sam to crawl in. He got in the car, and she followed after him, sitting in her original seat.

"Okay," Sam laughed, "How am I supposed to lay down with you back here too?"

Stevie rolled her eyes, reaching her body across to the front to roll the backseat windows down, "Josh is probably gonna be ready to drive soon, so get comfortable, buddy."

She sits back down and pats her legs to tell him to lay his head in her lap and he gives her a confused expression before sighing and scrunching his legs up to his torso and laying down. Stevie moved his hair up and away from his neck as he rested the back of his head against her thighs and he looked up at her, fighting off laughter.

"This is not entirely ideal," Sam laughs and Stevie sighs, "What were you expecting? The Ritz? It's not very ideal for me either."

"Considering it was your idea," Sam scoffed, "Seems pretty ideal for you."

She glared at him and shook her head, "You think I want to be babysitting you? I haven't hung out with Jake in over a year."

"Do you know how to play bass?" Sam asks sourly, "We can trade places."

Stevie started to run her hands through his hair, encouraging him to shut up and fall asleep, "Trust me, you don't want to trade places with me, Grammy award-winning rockstar."Sam laughed at this but the feeling of her fingers against his scalp did soothe him enough to close his eyes.

"If only you knew," Sam whispered and Stevie wanted to pester him about it, but she thought it better to just leave the conversation where it was and continued to lightly play with Sam's hair until she heard his soft snoring. As Sam lay there, asleep, she patiently waited for the rest of the group to be ready to go home. She would be lying if she said she wasn't completely exhausted herself, and the added drama from Sam really threw her for a loop. She looked down at him, watching his eyes flutter and his chest rise and fall. In this state, Sam looked peaceful and even a little bit happy. She felt kind of sorry for him, although she had no idea what caused his brothers to cancel their tour and drag him back home but, she didn't have to know the details to know that he was hurting. Hurting or not, it did not get him off the hook for being a drunk asshole.

His behavior was even more reckless and impulsive than it ever was before. Sure, Sam was normally a very chaotic presence to be around, but mostly in a fun-loving way and competing for recognition amongst his siblings. Tonight, he just seemed like a miserable brat, desperate to cause trouble. Stevie had to admit that the events of the evening did take her mind off of the way Sam sort of made herself feel a bit dizzy earlier but now that the thought was back, she had to bury it deep in the folds of her brain to never think about it again.

She heard Josh's voice in the parking lot finally and she looked out the window and waved. When they got to the car, she shushed them and told them that Sam was asleep. So, Ronnie took her brother's legs and carefully lifted them, shimmying herself into the seat before laying his feet on her lap and closing the door.

Jake looked back at Stevie and looked down at Sam, "I'm sorry about him."

"Don't be sorry," Stevie assured him, "But, it would be nice to know exactly what the fuck is going on here."

Josh sighed and looked at her in the rearview mirror, "All will be revealed eventually, just not tonight."

Stevie saw the sadness lingering in Josh's eyes, so she just nodded, accepting his answer. They all rode home without another word, just the sound of soft music playing amongst them.

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spookyserenades · 11 months

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hi second part 👋🏼

hobi- just remembered this, when y/n, Ben, Alice, and Laura text about how hot the hybrids are I thin mainly hobi omg they cracked me up sm. The im married not blind part was so funny 😂

jimin- i don’t remember much from the chapter in September I don’t think we saw much of him but in this recent chapter OMG he was such a sweet pea!!! Y/n really went all out getting his HORSE shipped here. And jimin saying happy b day to join was so sweet cause every one’s warming up to joon after the fight a bit and I think everyone is warming up in general. Anyways y/nie goes above and beyond for her boys and ahhhh so sweet. He was so happy too you could tell he wanted to cry gosh. I love when jimin can’t handle his alcohol well I can just imagine his red cheeks eeek I hope we get to travel and see his family too. He’s defiantly been working hard on the barn, and when she mention he was shirtless at some point 🥵 I cant- im sorry I’m on my period that my horrible excuse anyways -

taehyung- him wanting to take photography and him taking pics of HER STOP ✋ no author u need to stop it’s too much like omg and when they held each other afterward I melted like I TURNED into a puddle of the floor and I’m only able to write this now bc it’s so cold here that I froze and turned back into my human form. She’s possessive and irl tae is too cause like do u remember the perila leaf débat he would get so jelly if his gf peeled off a leaf for a guy friend. The dinner scene where the waiter was making eyes an y/n and tae held her waist and GLARED that’s some dominance right there. I forgot about including the piano scenes in yoongi so I’ll add them here. the pic tae took of their feet sounded so cute and I’m glad yoongi and tae are getting more comfy w each other (cause I think yoongi chose to sit next to him asp) also cause when y/n was thinking abt how she didn’t want him to be alone 🥺😩 yes tae we want you to interact w the others~ Tae LOVES her touches too he reacts easily in just a snap 🫰

jungkook- ahh yes our angst boi- his birthday party scene was so cute he was so flustered and malfunctioned Sksks it was nice to see a raw and genuine part of him that was truly thankful for her that day I hope we get to see more of that. Jk annoying y/n during hobi’s run by giving her a cig omg I cant- this man’s needs to stop he just loves to tease. Such a sassy and snarky boy I’m totally here fir it all the way. And him picking a scary movie bc he knows hobi Jin and jimin will hate it lol. Him already agreeing to held joon and y/n w the wards before she even asked- really can’t hind anything in this house lol. I forgot to talk about this, but joon being upset w y/n and she didn’t call for him when she head the spirit threaten her 😩 he tries to pretend he doesn’t care but he DOES FR and Jk look at him like dam. Okay but that cliffhanger for the last chapter ofc u just stuff us full of fluff just to rip it out of us and I LOVE IT. I wonder what Jk and hobi/joon (I think joon was involved) fought about to make jk storm out like that although it wouldn’t be the first time. And on Halloween, come on yall! Smh 🤦‍♀️ ahh but he’s one of her boys so she’ll rein him in anyways.

Im guess there’s too much testosterone in that house hold or maybe they’re energy’s bc most of them are exotic predators and dominance is a big thing. I don’t remember exactly. Anyways I spoke about everything I could remember so far sorry for typos, ty sm for feeding us every month with such a hearty meal! Luv u 💋

Hehe hey again!!! fkdasfk I'm glad you liked my "married not blind" joke LMAO it's sooo true, especially when it comes to Hoseok. 👹

Jimin - Y/N getting him his horse... my bestie who usually beta reads for me was like Dana no way lmao. I wanna have disposable income like Y/N, and spoil all the boys silly too!! I guess we can live vicariously though Y/N LOL. 💀💀💀 But Jimin so deserved to be reunited with Vista, and he was so happy to have a piece of his former home with him now. Jimin is such a sweet, polite guy, so him wishing Joonie a happy birthday proves he really just want to keep the peace. Tipsy Jimin is just the cutest stinking thing ever, I can picture his face so clearly in my mind! Knowing Y/N, she'll definitely make good on her mental promise to bring Jimin to see his family (I'm sure she wants to meet them too!) Also YES you're right, he was totally shirtless when he was patching up the roof of the stable... I would have passed out if I saw that, Y/N is a strong woman!

Tae - UGH Another one that is totally whipped for Y/N, taking pictures of her, including a couple at his first expo... even though only four were displayed at that expo, you can imagine he's probably taken dozens more of her, which makes me blush and kick my feet. He's definitely one of the more cuddly ones, too, so when he hugged her at the expo that moment was so sweet and intimate... physical touch must be one of his love languages. I love my men a little possessive, and I DO remember the whole perilla leaf debate (wild) and Tae being like that both irl AND in Trouvaille is just so... you know? He was definitely staking claim over Y/N in that brewery, he did not like that random man staring at his girl like that. OOF! 🥵 I'm glad you brought up Tae and Yoongi beginning to come around to one another. They have that connection of both being into music, and I think they have similar possessive feelings over Y/N. Maybe Yoongi will be the one who gets close to Tae first, we'll see!!

Jeongguk - fhdjasf our little edgelord! Ah his birthday was so self indulgent, fluffy, and a chance to see his softer side under all that iciness he usually displays. I think the longer time wears on, he'll let go of more of that frostiness and become more comfortable showing Y/N his tender side. fjdksa I forgot about the scene where he offered her a cigarette at Hoseok's meet-- such a twerp!! I love love love scary movies, and I feel like him maybe Yoongi are the only two that would actually wanna watch a horror film with me IRL, or Y/N in Trouvaille. Hoseok is a bit of a scaredy cat, and the rest of them put that off a little bit as well LOL. And for sure, there really isn't anything that can be hidden in that house anymore, there are ears literally everywhere.... bad news for someone who likes to talk shit, like me. But that's an example of Jeongguk being uncharacteristically sweet, agreeing to help Y/N even if he doesn't have to. Joon was so pissed when she didn't call out for him when she was threatened, but Y/N handled everything just fine, IMO, he was being a dramatic wolf.

You know I love a good cliffhanger!!! I can't not have one almost every time. Hopefully, this time, the conflict can be resolved quickly, and it isn't as bad as The Incident between Joon and Tae. We shall see-- or you may have already seen, in this newest update!! I'm dying.... there is indeed too much testosterone in that house, but I suppose that it is just something they're all going to need some adjusting to. BUT!! Thank you again so so much for sending in these messages and gushing over the boys with me. I always look forward to hearing what you think. Loves you babe!! 💜💞💜💞

#asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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hey, idk if you talked about this in a post before or if someone already pointed it out, but i'm a native german speaker and i'm always confused when you write "schat", do you mean "schatz" treasure? is it a typo maybe? i hope you don't perceive this ask as patronizing, i'm just genuinely confused

Oh gosh, I apologize, I didn't think anything of it! I genuinely meant to put Schatz, but my phone must've auto corrected. I'll go through and fix all of them!🙂

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ssreeder · 1 year

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ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL

anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D

saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED

oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude

okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising

“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.

toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON

uh-oh.

not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured

aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM

actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)

thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr

suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH

goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)

aang and sokka friendship >>>>>

FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG

ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.

sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU

oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3

not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao

okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn

I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)

my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3

LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.

I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.

Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it

Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))

Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)

Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3

LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)

#but yeahhhh I think #sometimes it’s easy to have a biased opinion on Sokka because we saw his slow burn demise #& all the pain and suffering he endured #& it’s easy to make excuses for him #but at the same time he LEAD SUKI ON #& held her HAND #& told her he still cared about her or whatever #bad Sokka #bad bad bad baddddd #ha imagine if Zuko knew #mr jealous insecurity would have a field day lol #anyway I was just surprised people were upset at Suki #I mean yeah Sokka told her this horrible story but she is a teenager who is emotionally strung out from everything that’s happened #she’s allowed to be selfish and storm out #idk I stand by Suki #but I also stand by Jet so idk if my opinion counts lol #OK LEEKIE I LUBBBBBB YOU #you better be feeling better #I’m going to be worried about you until I know you’re not sick in bed anymore lol #leekie tag #i love you leekie #LIAB #ITF #ASK

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It's the wee hours of the morning and I can't stop thinking about TPOTD and Thirteen/Yaz

(long post - many spoilers) Here's a bunch of thoughts (about 2k words) from the perspective of someone who loves Yaz and Thirteen. Fair warning in advance that my love for Doctor Who is about characters, and it's them as Thirteen and Yaz especially in Flux and later that I loved most. If I don't post this now I might not ever. Sorry for any typos or grammar etc.

There were many parts of TPOTD I really loved. Overall I loved that it was such a prominent episode for Yaz, and that so many of the hints we got to her character development were not forgotten, especially her co-pilot status and her becoming solo pilot in this episode.

(Gosh, what I would have given for Thirteen to say "Co-pilot?" and hear Yaz's reply one more time for their last journey. Why didn't that happen??)

It's clear that this was an emotional scene already and Jodie Whittaker and Mandip Gill did a stunning job - I had no doubts about that. They've always been terrific with the writing they had. I am really going to miss them.

Story-wise, I don't fully agree with the canonical ending with Yaz and the Doctor in TPOTD, but I can see how the characters might have gotten there, and for Yaz to keep repressing herself, for the sake of The Doctor. For the Doctor not actually saying the words but saying them in a roundabout way. But dang it, I did not like it. This was a chance to stick that landing, just like Dan did. This was not a 9.9.

In the scope of the storyline between Yaz and The Doctor, I wished two major areas had been different. I'll mention them briefly first and then get into more thoughts about them.

(I'm 100% sure I'm not the first person to touch on these topics, but I wrote this all immediately after watching. So I hope this comes across as a "yeah, I feel the same way!" nod to you if you do feel the same on some of these things.)

I kept waiting for a conversation that didn't happen. The ending did not follow through with the messages that were brought up repeatedly through their earlier scenes and through their entire run. Being brave enough to be honest and vulnerable with the people you love, and that love is worth it. The writing really dropped the ball on this. Even in this final episode, you have Graham semi-joking-but-not-really to Yaz about whether the Doctor's still not telling her anything (seriously? still?), and there was no satisfactory resolution to that. The Doctor never really let Yaz in, like she said she wanted to. What is the message we're supposed to take away? The Doctor is just flawed, people want to change but sometimes they can't, so deal with it? Even if this is so, then it's a strange way to lead up to it.

I felt there's a kind of absence of acknowledgement, of how significant an earned, happy ending would have been for queer representation -- especially for a queer Muslim woman of color in Yaz. I don't mean that I expected Yaz and the Doctor to live happily ever after. I acknowledge and am SO GLAD that Yaz lives and gets back safely! And that the last scene that Thirteen had was with Yaz together! But their ending -- whether intended or not -- was one of repression, from a queer Muslim Asian woman of color. Yaz had to repress the full extent of her feelings, again, and that was sad to watch for her after everything she went through. This ties in with the first thing above, but in the context of representation, here we have another queer person of color who, ok, gets to live and return to Earth in her own time and have a support group (and I admit the support group was lovely but…honestly it felt almost like they had more dialogue than the Doctor and Yaz's last scene (?), and that didn't sit right with me. It just refocused on how their last scene together was too short (and how Thirteen's solo last scene was too short)).

The more groundbreaking choice -- and the one I (and I suspect some other folks aside from me) expected to happen based on her prior story arc -- would have been to have Yaz be brave one more time, and say what her heart feels, in this final moment they have. I had been waiting for her to be able to say those words, and she never got a chance. Even the actual dialogue in EOTD, Dan said "just tell her"!

Where was that moment for Yaz? To finally find the courage to say her piece? She knows their time is ending. Why choose to have her repress herself again? Yaz has been so brave through the entire episode, so for it to end like this… Perhaps the argument is that Yaz is being brave by tamping down her feelings, but again, in the scope of the narrative that's been put forward in canon, that is not the ending that makes sense to me here.

What would have made more sense to narratively continue from the amazingly vulnerable scenes in LOTSD was for Yaz, after showing how brave she really is -- how determined and relentless she is in her actions -- to be emotionally brave, too. She knew these would be the last moments with The Doctor. And Yaz, just like the Doctor, has a hard time with being vulnerable. Yet we saw them being brave before - we got to see them being sincere and opening up - at least on the Doctor's side, and a little on Yaz's side -- in LOTSD especially, literally the prior episode. So this would have been the perfect narrative chance for Yaz to open up, too. To be brave, and say aloud what she has always felt.

(more after the cut)

In their big reunion in Flux, they have a literal scene-stopping, crushing hug. And Thirteen says "I missed you" and Yaz says "Missed you too." That is their way of saying "I love you" and "I love you, too."

It would have been so easy after Thirteen says "I have loved being with you, Yaz" for Yaz to just say "I love you, too."

Not reusing Thirteen's phrase and saying "I have loved being with you, too" because that would be the safer option (which, btw, she still doesn't get a chance to say??? Not even that???).

But Yaz saying "I love you, too" would be her way of acknowledging to Thirteen that she understands what Thirteen is saying between the lines, but she's not going to be cagey about it. She's going to say it, finally, out loud, what she feels. Because she knows she's gonna live and it's not the past tense for her.

How amazing would that have been? Yaz was already standing up for herself - to call out Thirteen in earlier episodes, and in this one to tell her to stop and make time and explain the Daleks. So for Yaz to finally get to utter those words aloud to the person she loves...! Even if Thirteen just listened to her and those words, looked her in the eye, and smiled.

And kiss or no kiss, it is so bizarre to me that Chibnall wouldn't even let them have a hug. Yaz could have asked for a hug. The Doctor could have given her one. Even Ryan asked about a hug in Revolution of the Daleks and the Doctor immediately gave him one, and then gathered them all for the group hug.

Why the heck for the repression for the characters here. Is the argument that the characters knew they'd start sobbing and lose control, so and they didn't want to so they held back? I can understand that argument but gosh it didn't work for me for the reasons above.

The writing could have had them in a hug, and saying those words, AND holding back the tears.

And yes, Yaz could have said "I'm not leaving you" but I won't get into that now.

Yaz still could have said "Let's not say goodbye." They could still have kept that line after, and Yaz being dropped off, and walking away, and nodding. For me, it would been so much more attuned with the story arc to have them get their moment of vulnerability and openness, and THEN have to pull back and part without saying goodbye in public.

Why do I think it was a dropped ball? Because in the larger context of Yaz, having her feelings acknowledged by The Doctor and the Doctor reciprocating her feelings but being afraid of acting on them romantically -- because in the larger context of Yaz being a queer, female, South Asian Muslim, who has repressed her feelings for so long, for her not to get to even tell the Doctor a simple "I love you, too" is...not just a missed opportunity, but -- narratively, it diverges from all the groundwork laid already, and continues the representation of repression.

Their last scene could have been far, far more monumental. It could have given Yaz that much, and shown this queer WOC on screen driving through her fear one more time and saying those words because this was her last chance. It could have given Thirteen, the Doctor so afraid of her feelings, the chance to be brave for Yaz, and to tell her "I love you." The Doctor, who wears rainbows on her shirt and coat. We got so far in the story, and then...this.

I give all the love to Jodie Whittaker and Mandip Gill, but gosh as far as the writing for their characters here at the end…

Where is the emotional bravery for Yaz and the Doctor that should be the bookend to all the steps we've seen them take?

Where is the message to be kind, and to choose love? Did that not even get remembered from the last regeneration?

Is it because Dan, who tried to keep them in line and have them be honest with each other, conveniently wasn't there to make them talk it out (joking… but am I?).

I think it's frustrating for me more than I thought it would be, because they DID get that scene together at the end, alone. That literally EVERYBODY ELSE on the TARDIS was conveniently GONE (and that Yaz herself made that happen!) so that they could have their few minutes together before the regeneration, plot-wise, and so the significance of their relationship was recognized for sure logistics-wise, but seriously, just a few more words that Yaz and the Doctor could have had a chance to say. One hug. That's all it would have taken for me at least, to feel a little better about their ending. For Yaz to be brave ultimately in that last moment and let herself be vulnerable.

But she didn't get that. Why?

We have learned from the writing that bravery is letting yourself be sincere, to be honest, to be open, to letting someone in. And for some reason, Thirteen doesn't ever let Yaz in like she promised her at the end of Flux, and Yaz never completely gets to say what she feels. Why? Is it for dramatic angst? Why? They've already had their dramatic angst. Thirteen is going to regenerate. Why continue the angst all the way to the end? It's disappointing to me because that should have been their last hurdle to get over. To be able to be free about her feelings, one last time. And it doesn't happen. It feels like someone took a red pen and edited out a bunch of stuff that was supposed to be there, after all of the telegraphing from prior episodes.

After those parallels with Vinder and Bel's love story (and seriously Vinder coming back, that was a lost op too), and especially that direct parallel with Nick and Sarah…?

Gosh there were some great moments here though, such as Yaz carrying the Doctor. Seriously… but in the context of their entire storyline together, this is another seed planted and very deliberate. It was Yaz who carried her. She didn't even ask for help, it was her. It's an iconic, dramatic visual, that is associated with so many romantic storylines. We already know they've been slow burning this, and they show us Yaz carrying the Doctor?? and after this; after their hands against the glass; those moments earlier; THAT's the final conversation we get?

The emotional parts to the episode -- returning to the heart(s) of the emotional backbone of the entire Flux series and after, with Yaz and the Doctor -- it was not up to the same level as prior episodes. And for their last episode together, that is unfortunate.

Nothing is perfect, of course, but it's just unfortunate because it could have been so, monumentally significant even more so than it was, and could have been so much more gratifying in terms of queer representation, especially for POC.

I'm so, so thankful that we did get what we get. Thirteen's speech at the end also resonates for me personally and also resonates for her storyline with Yaz. It was so special -- the scenes that we did with them. All those wonderful moments of Yaz/Thirteen. The adaptive hologram (oh I almost forgot…I have so many thoughts on the emergency AI, and while I appreciated it, it felt so off from the adaptive hologram ball -- Tegan and Ace got their sincere conversations -- where was the sincere conversation with Yaz? Why was there no comforting message for Yaz?).

That beautiful scene on the ocean floor surface. The beautiful and still heartbreaking scene on the beach. Tbh it's still in some respect hard for me to believe they actually happened and are canonical. But because of the strength of those scenes, I was hoping for something similar in the last stretch. And gosh this is why I absolutely appreciate fandom writers who will take their own disappointment and channel it into something healing. They wield a magic power of their own.

I'm so, so proud of Yaz. This post is more about Yaz/Thirteen, but I loved Yaz from the beginning and early on wished she could get so more to do, so I'm really glad that she got to feature so prominently in this episode, and very, very relieved and happy that she gets to live and so do Graham and Ryan (off-screen) and Dan.

Sure I wish I would have seen her family, and her talk to her mother about the Doctor. But I grew up during a time when there was hardly any queer rep on tv, and rarely positive rep, let alone for queer people of color. I have to remember also that never did I imagine we'd ever get to see this kind of story on Doctor Who. There's progress, but then there's not-progress. It's how most things go I suppose. I'll take the progress, with the reservation that there was room for improvement.

Gosh I miss them already. If I had two hearts about this, I'd be happy in one, and sad in the other.

#yasmin khan #thirteenth doctor #thasmin #good hearted weirdos are the keepers #signalnext text: doctor who 13 #tl;dr i love yaz and i love thirteen and will miss them #i really hope this isn't too long to post here #yaz lives and will thrive #I haven't even talked about other parts of the episode but these two kids are the most important to me #13th doctor #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #the power of the doctor spoilers #the power of the doctor #signalnext text #mandip gill #jodie whittaker

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Hey ! How are you ?

I just wanted to say I love your stories so so much, they bring me so much joy and I always come back to them when I feel down

I love them so much that I printed some of them and made them into little books (I saw your post from awhile ago saying you were ok with, hope it's still the case)

With that even if tumblr goes down I can always come back to them

Thank you for your work, you are a fantastic writer ❤

Bye ! Take care !

( PS : I made a compilation of some of your orc stories and I think I will do Big Red and Croc story next if that's ok with you)

Hi! I'm pretty up and down, as usual, but thanks for asking :). I hope you're doing ok and not feeling down too often, and that you're being kind to yourself when you are.

You're more than welcome to print out my stories for personal use, just don't mind all the typos and mistakes in them, oh my gosh haha! Thanks for taking the time to leave me this, and I'm really touched that you enjoy my writing enough to want to keep it should anything ever happen to Tumblr.

I did actually make myself a Wordpress blog where I would post (re-upload) everything if Tumblr ever does go up in smoke, so maybe save that somewhere too, just in case? ↓↓↓

#ask me anything #where else to find me

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performativezippers · 1 year

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🦋 and 🍉

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic? Typos! No, but seriously, I'm always nervous when I post something new. What will people think, will they like what I like about it, will they be disappointed? I feel incredibly lucky to be popular in both the Sanvers and Kacy fandoms, but that comes with some pressure for sure. Will this one be as good as the last one, will it live up to what people expect from a zipps fic? I hope so!! I let that get into my head sometimes, but what I've learned from writing some pretty indulgent big bangs and other fics (deep space nine? women's college basketball?? MICROSOFT EXCEL AS A LOVE LANGUAGE???) is that people will typically come along with me (or they won't but they don't say anything about it, love y'all for that) and it's all fine! I can write whatever I fuckin want, gosh darn it!!

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life? hahahahahahahaha ummmmmmmmm Alex coming out in her late 20's, in the way she came out, was so similar to how I felt when I came out in my mid-20's. In retrospect, I was really very young, but it felt super old at the time (post-college, gah!!) and so writing a lot of Alex coming out fics and a lot about internalized heteronormativity (hello, the entire Revelations-verse) was really healing and powerful. In my latest book (Alice, my 4th) a character has MS (*SPOILER*) which was really difficult to write and I'm sure, if this book ever gets published (puh-leeeeeease) will be very hard for me to talk about. So that's healing in progress for sure. I did recently try to write a YA book set in high school but I realized I was not interested in processing that trauma and I dropped it!

[asks from here]

#ask zipps

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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i didnt realise the number of typos i had at the previous ask KSHAJAKI but as usual !! updates updatess !! how are you ?? im going to be watch taeyeon's concert this upcoming week !!! how is life so far? busy? stressful? and i really miss your writings too (not pressuring you or anything)

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oh my gosh hi!! i am so sorry I keep disappearing!! i just started a new job training program so i've been so so busy!! but omg how was the taeyeon concert??

life is lowkey so stressful rn but I'm just hoping iti'll all work out!! and hopefully once i adjust a bit more to my new schedule (and stop being so tired all the time) i'll be able to write more!! bc i actually have so many ideas for once in my life i just have to sit the hell down and write them HEHEHE

i hope you're doing well!! and how did you like the zb1 debut?? iii adore it omg

#zerobaseanons #ZBL_🦝

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obx-pogue4life · 7 months

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Consequences

Summary: You hook up with Rafe on a one night stand and leave him while he's getting ready only he finds you and lets you know just how much he doesn't like being ditched like that.

Warnings: Language, dirty talk, hooking up, one night stands, rough play, spanking, cnc, bratty reader, rafe being rafe, a ton more im sure but I can't think of them!