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ladykailitha · 4 months ago

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Share with Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 4

Yay!! We are about half way there. Because yes, this story will end at eight chapters and I'm so happy to see it end. It's been a long hard road for this series and I'm grateful for all the friends I made since starting out on this journey.

But I'm not the same person who started writing a story to fill a void in the fandom to someone who has written almost a million words in the Stranger Things fandom.

So thank you!

In this chapter we have all the fun Lovers' Lake stuff and a little breakdown from Steve as a treat.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Cal,” Wayne snapped. “There was no way in hell that Eddie levitated Patrick ten feet in the air, snapped his bones and then did nothing to other two? If my boy could do magic, there are more than a few people in this town who would be dead by now and not three kids he didn’t have any connection to.”

“Wayne...” Powell huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Think of what is at stake here! All those young lives snuffed out. Someone has to be punished for it.”

“And you’re not railroading Eddie to do it,” Wayne said gruffly. “Just because he’s a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks doesn’t make him responsible for their deaths!”

“And you’re saying that Victor Creel is?” Powell said slamming his hands on the table. “Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

“It’s either him or his dead kid,” he said. “Which one do you think is crazier?”

Powell let out a long sigh. “Let’s say we entertained a connection between the two cases. Then it is way more likely to be a copy cat then Victor or Henry Creel.”

“If you’re saying Eddie is practicing evil magic based on a table top game,” he said with a sneer, sitting back in his chair, “then you’ll have to arrest Jacob Matthews, Kenny Martin, and Lonnie Byers because they all played Tactics growing up.”

“That’s not the same thing,” Powell said crossly, “as this Dungeons and Dragons the kids are playing now days.”

“One is playing with armies in fictional battles,” Wayne said, “and the other is playing a small band of heroes to battle evil in fictional setting. I really don’t see the difference. Jake liked being Germany, and I’d say that if far more egregious then playing a thief or rogue whatever they call it.”

Powell licked his lips slowly. “I’m not going to convince you to help us bring Eddie in am I?”

“No,” Wayne said, raising to his feet. “And you try to pin this on him, then you’re more than a coward then I thought you were. There is something evil and rotten in this town, no doubt about it. Hop knew and it’s time you got on board while you can still protect this town.”

Then he strolled out the door.

“I concur,” Eddie said leaping from the top of Skull Rock, deftly in front of everyone, “Dustin Henderson, that you are a total butthead!”

“Eddie!” Dustin cried and ran over to hug him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said as he gave hugs to Steve and Wayne, too. “This old man has taught more than a thing or two on how to survive in the wild. I was able to swim back to the house and change my clothes and grab my bag.”

Wayne nodded. “Damn right I did,” he groused. “It’s a good thing too, because when I saw you pinwheel head first into the water, I thought I’d lost ya for good.” He hugged Eddie, too.

Steve hung back, breathing heavily, trying to look everywhere but where Eddie was receiving the worried assurances from Dustin and Wayne.

Eddie leaned his head down to get a better look at his boyfriend. “Hey, Stevie...I’m okay. See?” He held out his arms and turned around, showing that he wasn’t hurt in any way. “I’m okay, baby.”

Suddenly he had an armful of Steve Harrington. A sobbing Steve Harrington, who gripped the back of his jacket in a white knuckle grip.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured gently. “I’m okay.”

“I should have moved you to my place,” Steve whispered harshly. “You would have been safe. You would have been safe!”

Eddie rubbed Steve’s back and made soothing noises. “You don’t know that for sure. But I’m safe now. Okay? Why don’t you guys tell me everything you learned at the Creel House?”

Steve nodded and moved to take a step back, but Eddie held on tight. “I didn’t say you had to let go, Stevie.”

Steve slumped against his boyfriend and they both settled against the base of Skull Rock.

“You say all the light bulbs in your flashlights exploded?” Eddie muttered darkly. “Do you know when that was?”

Nancy and Robin looked at each other. “There was a huge grandfather clock that was somehow still working, so yeah we’ve got a pretty good idea when it was,” Nancy said.

Eddie worked his watch off his wrist and tossed it at her. “That stopped when I hit the water, shortly after Patrick died.”

Nancy looked down at the watch again and her eyes widened.

“It’s the same time, isn’t it?” Dustin asked. “The surge of power we felt in the house was the same power that killed Patrick.”

“Wait, wait hold up!” Lucas said waving his hands. “Dustin’s compass wasn’t wrong. It was acting up.”

Dustin stared over at him in shock. “Oh. Fuck.” He turned back to Eddie and Wayne. “The only reason compasses act up like that is in the presence of a Gate to the Upside Down.”

“You have got to be shittin’ me,” Wayne growled. “You think there is one of these holes in the universe nearby?”

Lucas nodded. Wayne threw his arms in the air and proceeded to let loose a slew of curse words that left Dustin mildly impressed.

“Well what are we standing around gawking for?” he growled and whirled Dustin the direction the compass had tried to direct them on their way here.

Steve and Eddie leapt to their feet and quickly gathered all of Eddie’s stuff, to follow close behind. They took each other’s hands and held on as they marched deeper and deeper into the woods.

“Dustin, Dustin!” Eddie shouted as Dustin rushed ahead from the group.

He barely made it in time to pull him back from face plant into the lake. “Shit, dude! Not every edge of the water has a shore line. Jesus Christ!”

“Whoa!” Dustin said. He pointed out to the water. “It’s got to be out there in the lake.”

“Shit that’s where Patrick was killed,” Eddie whispered back. “Look around for the boat, it should be around here somewhere.”

They finally found it and dragged it up to the shore. Dustin stepped up to the boat but Wayne put his hand on his chest.

“No kids,” he growled. “I should say no one under eighteen, but I have feeling the ladies are just goin’ to ignore me if I try to stop them from going.”

Robin and Nancy shared a glance and then they both shrugged. He wasn’t wrong.

“Someone should stay here and watch the littles,” Wayne continued. “I volunteer. Just don’t do anything stupid, yeah?”

Eddie grinned at him. “I can’t promise nothing. Especially with this lot.”

Wayne huffed out a chuckle and then waved them off. “Dustin, give Nancy the compass so that can find this hellgate.”

Dustin very unwillingly and loudly complaining handed over the compass.

The four teenagers got into the boat and Eddie looked back at the shore as the Party shrank the further they got from them. He had this uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that it would be some time before he saw them again.

Steve started untying his shoelaces and working off his socks.

“What are you doing?” Nancy asked, raising an eyebrow. “I was going to go. I’m a strong swimmer.”

Steve looked up from where he was shoving his socks into his sneakers. “Well unless you can beat co-captain of the swim team and a lifeguard for three years straight, it’s going to be me.”

Eddie let out a sigh. “He’s the best swimmer here, hands down. Plus, if something comes out of the Gate, he’ll be better able to fight it off.” Nancy rolled her eyes. “Because unless you have some magic power I haven’t been told about, Steve’s our heavy hitter.”

Nancy threw her arms in the air and turned away as Steve pulled off his sweater and tossed it to Eddie with a smile and a wink. Eddie pulled out a cigarette after that view, because, damn. His boyfriend was hot. But before he could even pull out his lighter, Robin snatched it from his lips.

“Gross!” Robin hissed dramatically, throwing the cigarette into the water.

Eddie wrapped the flashlight in the plastic bag and then handed it to Steve.

“Thanks,” Steve said with a smile, taking the flashlight from him.

“Good luck, babe,” Eddie murmured.

Steve nodded and dove right into the water. He felt that rush that he always did when hit the water. It silenced the roar of his thoughts and narrowed his focus. He was more at home here then on land. With Eddie’s flashlight in hand he moved toward the glowing light.

He got as close as he dared to that thing. It was red and pulsating. Angry. Angry in a way that only the Upside Down could be. He swam backwards to try to get distance from it, but his foot must have brushed something as he swam to the surface, because as he was in the middle of explaining to the others that it was definitely a gate, something grabbed grabbed a hold of his ankle and dragged him back down.

He struggled and fought but it was no use, whatever had a hold on him was not going to let go. With that strange swoop that occurred when you moved from one dimension to the next, suddenly he was in the Upside Down. All alone. Barefoot and shirtless in a world designed to kill you as fast as possible. Yeah he was fucked.

Suddenly Steve was fighting for his life, but he wasn’t alone. Somehow all three of them had dived right in after him and were attacking the monsters with boat oars. Eddie was swinging his oar around with deadly accuracy. Even breaking the oar in two on the second to the last bat.

God, Eddie was hot when he was angry.

Wait.

He needed to focus so he didn’t die. He bit the tail of the demobat that had wrapped its tail around his neck, causing the beast to let go fast. But Steve was faster. He grabbed the tail and began bashing in whatever the thing had for brains and then stomped on it, ripping it in two.

He panted, spitting out the brackish goo that made up their blood, trying to get out as much as he could. It tasted vile. Even more so than his own. He looked up at the blood red sky dancing with lightning and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Eddie meet the Upside Down,” he breathed, “Upside Down has already met Eddie.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh and then was suddenly giggling. Then they all were.

“I knew I shouldn’t have introduced you to Jeff’s humor,” Eddie said once he could breath again.

“Let’s get under cover,” Nancy said with a sneer. “Because I really don’t think we’re going to like what happens if more of them show up.”

Steve pointed to the ‘shore’ line where the trees loomed in front of them. “That’s as good a place as any. We know what a demogorgon and the Mind Flayer sound like and can avoid them as much as possible.”

Nancy led the way to the treeline with everyone else following behind.

“I hate that’s a thing we know,” Robin groused as she fell in step with Steve.

Eddie brought up the rear. He kept looking behind them as though he could feel something out there watching them. Or rather watching him.

Once they were safely out of the watchful ‘eyes’ of the demobats, Eddie relaxed his shoulders. But the downside to relaxing after an ordeal like that one is that the adrenaline wears off.

“Fuck!” Steve hissed putting a hand on his side and it coming back covered in blood.

“Shit, baby!” Eddie said, moving him to sit on a nearby rock. “That looks bad.”

“What if you get rabies?” Robin asked panicked. “Do Upside Down creatures have rabies?”

“Shut up, Robin,” Steve asked, leaning his head back and gripping his hair to fight back on the pain, “or I swear to god I will hit you!”

Robin hiccuped and then smiled. “At least your humor is intact.”

“Move,” Nancy said, the pieces of the bottom of her shirt in her hands. “We need to wrap that up so it doesn’t get infected.”

Eddie snorted. “Do you know first aid, Nance?”

“Well...” she muttered, chewing on the bottom on her lip. “I mean a little.”

“Well I know a lot,” Eddie said, yanking the strips from her. “Wayne was an army medic and I got into a shit ton of scrapes the first year I was living with him. So if anyone is going to treat Steve it’s going to be a Munson and as Wayne ain’t here, it’s gonna be me.”

Nancy stepped back to stand with Robin, her arms crossed over her chest.

Eddie looked up at Steve and gave his hand a squeeze. “This is gonna hurt a lot, but this is just to stop the bleeding until we can get you somewhere where we can do a proper job of it, okay?”

Steve nodded. “Just do it. I trust you.”

Eddie gave his hand another squeeze and started to wrap the wounds around Steve’s stomach and sides, neatly tucking the ends under the bandage to keep it in place.

“We need to get up high to see where we are so we can get out of this hell hole,” he said with a grimace as he got to his feet.

He looked around him and found a suitable tree and began climbing.

“Just don’t step on the vines,” Nancy warned. “They’re connected to Vecna.”

Eddie turned around to see that the tree was covered in them and he had somehow missed them on his way up. “Shit.”

“Remember when I said the demodogs where connected to a hive mind?” Steve asked as Eddie tried to figure out a way to get down. “Apparently all things in the Upside Down are connected to the rat bastard.”

“Great,” Eddie growled. “Just fucking great.”

“We need to get to my house,” Nancy said, “I have two guns in my bedroom, and I have a feeling we’re going to need them.”

Eddie hopped down. “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

“I know, right?” Robin said gleefully, “She such a badass.”

“I have two,” Nancy said with smile. “I have a Russian pistol and an old revolver.”

Steve scoffed and grinned. “You almost shot me with that one.”

Nancy grinned back. “And you almost deserved it.”

THWUMP!

“For your modesty, Stevie,” Eddie growled, with a glare.

Steve realized that he was now holding the battle vest in his arms. He smiled up at Eddie. “Thanks, love.”

Just then an earthquake hit, throwing Nancy into Steve’s arms and Robin and Eddie to the ground. Once it stopped, Steve made sure Nancy was steady enough and then he began to walk in the direction he was sure Nancy’s house was.

Eddie expression softened as Steve happily put on the vest and then yes, he admired his boyfriend’s ass. Sue him, he loved that ass. He hopped to his feet and dutifully followed Steve out of the forest.

Nancy pursed her lips together and bit her tongue. Ducking her head to hide her smile, she fell in step with Robin.

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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heartthrobin · 2 years ago

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press your tulips to mine

steven grant x female!reader

wc: 4.6k

warnings: mutual pining, steven is a shy babygirl, marc playing wingman (but he's kinda terrible at it cause he's also falling in love), no jake (the crowd is booing), no khonshu, steven still works at the museum, post mk s1, no use of y/n

an: rewatched the whole of mk last night and needed to write about my dearest stevie :)) don't forget to repost to support your fav writers

summary: Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.

Steven Grant had never given much thought to flowers.

Sure, he could offer a momentary appreciation for a flicker of yellow growing out the cracks in London sidewalks or maybe if he passed a house with a particularly impressive rose bush he could smile, but beyond that flowers remained mostly inconsequential.

Steven never had girlfriends in high school, or - to be frank - thereafter either.

He’d never had to pick out a bouquet, one that he would need to consider: does this match her eyes? will it match her dress? how does it smell?

In the face of discovering that he was unalone in the occupancy of his five foot nine frame and fighting in the name of an Egyptian moon-god, Steven had less time than ever to consider his frighteningly barren love life or the lack of interest in flowers on account of it.

Isn’t life funny? In the way that we look so far beyond ourselves for answers, when sometimes they’re just around the corner.

Specifically the corner one street over from the museum.

Steven had walked the path to work plenty of times. A designated route. In the days when he still worked at the gift shop, the same route now that he’d been bumped up to tour guide.

Until one otherwise unimportant morning when construction bound his usual way, forcing him a walk further around the block: adding another four minutes to his trip and a view of the quaint shops down Little Russel street.

He hadn’t been down there in months. His last venture had been in search of a pharmacy for sleeping tablets, when Khonshu was still a nightmare and Marc nothing more than a migraine.

Steven noticed first that the pharmacy no longer stood. In fact, the previously white brick face of it’s stand had been painted a lush lemonade-pink. The Petal Parlour.

Almost immediately, in just about the same breath, Steven’s eyes found a woman leaned over a broom and sweeping the edge of the shop step. She was humming, he could just make out a Stevie Wonder tune.

The morning light flickered off your hair as if off the face of a pond out in a beautiful garden. An elderly man passed your work, uttering a greeting, and you'd perked up with a melodic: "good morning Mr B!"

Steven's footfalls stalled down the sidewalk. A man crashed into his back, strewing the contents of his messenger bag around him. "Watch where you're going, asshole!" He'd seethed at him.

By the time Steven had looked up, you'd already retreated back into the shop. He could make out your outline through the stained glass front.

There hadn't been a day since that Steven had taken his normal, considerably shorter, route to work. He got up five minutes earlier each day, brushed his teeth, made a cup of tea and let the memory of you swim behind his eyes. He could hear Marc's sighs every time.

Most mornings you were inside. Steven would deflate when he rounded the block to an empty corner, but he refused to consider it a total loss because - more often than not - he could make out your figure beyond the window fiddling with petunias on a shelf or smiling at a customer.

Some mornings, when he found himself most lucky, you'd be outside the shop. Usually clipping stray leaves off the rows of bouquets that glimmered happily at the people passing down the street. When it rained, Steven was privy to the way your hair clung to your forehead and the smudge of black mascara beneath your eyes. In the sunlight your arms were exposed from under a pink work shirt and a soil-stained apron.

It went like that for nearly a month. Between Steven and Marc's alternating schedules, he learned to appreciate the slim sightings of you he could manage. Marc didn't make it any easier, mind you, with the way he would whine and complain into Steven's ear.

"Jesus, Steven, just go up to her and say hi!"

Once or twice, Marc had managed to gain control of Steven's legs: teetering him drunkenly in your direction.

The fright would rise quickly up in Steven's chest, steering his legs back in the direction he was walking. You'd looked up one of those times, meeting his eye and spilling out a soft laugh that dissolved into a syrupy smile, but he'd rushed off before you could say anything.

Steven's face stayed red that whole day. "See. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Marc jeered.

"That was mortifying." He muttered back.

The bus rocked beneath his feet and his palm was growing sweaty around the pole he was using to steady himself. Frost was creeping up at the edge of the window he was watching out of.

"Okay, so all you're going to do is go in there and ask for ... help with something." Marc clarified again, his voice echoing around Steven's head.

He'd been bugging Steven since he was brushing his teeth before bed the previous night, something about how "I can't handle any more of this, please Steven. Put me out of my misery."

"Help with what?" Steven whispered. A woman looked up at him from her seat. He smiled shyly, turning away from her.

"I don't know ... tell her you're looking to buy some roses. Tell her it's someone's birthday."

Steven nodded slowly to himself. "Okay ... okay."

Marc had worked hard over the last twelve hours at convincing him. The endeavour was initially futile, but after Marc threatened to go in there and ask her out himself with a - frankly insulting - cockney accent, Steven was left with limited options.

He rounded the corner with wobbly legs and The Petal Parlour loomed in the distance. A bunch of sunflowers taunted him with swaying faces.

It drew ever closer and Steven's heart was beating loudly in his throat. The pink brick was crossing his vision now, his footsteps growing heavier, faster, past the floral print on the window--

"Steven don't even think about it--"

Against Steven's will, his legs knotted around each other: collapsing his body in the direction of the white painted door. It crashed open and Marc, more than Steven, caught his body before it hit the tiled floor inside the shop.

"Oh my god, are you alright?"

The shop was cramped now that he'd gotten his first glimpse inside and the three people crowding the space had their eyes on him.

As if appearing from a mirage, you pressed past the people towards him. He nodded frantically, the scalding touch of embarrassment burned his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah ... I'm fine."

Your earrings jingled from where your head was tilted to inspect him. Ringed fingers pressed down over your soil-covered apron. "Okay then, if you're sure."

Your concerned brow dissolved slowly and that syrupy smile he'd seen pointed in other's directions was suddenly overwhelming him with it's warmth. "Well then, can I help you find anything? Are you looking for some arrangement in particular?"

Steven nodded dumbly, he was fidgeting with the edge of his coat. "Yeah ... I'm looking for, uhm..."

"Birthday!" Marc called from somewhere deep in his mind.

"Birthday!" Steven spluttered loudly. There followed a quiet moment of confusion dripping between you and him.

"Jesus, Steven."

Your giggles crumbled into the space before Steven had the ability to conjure more words.

"I-- I'm sorry, I'm being rude ..." Laugher spilt between your words and your cheeks were turning a soft pink, "you want something for a birthday?"

An embarrassed smile had reached up into the corners of Steven's mouth. He liked the tinkle of your laughter, half convinced he could get drunk off the sound. A molecule of pride floated in his chest knowing that he was responsible for it.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, yes." Steven nodded, fidgeting with the bag strap over his shoulder. "Someone's birthday."

"Well, we just gotten some new arrangements in this morning ..." You turned on him, steering across the little shop to a orange, yellow and pink stacked shelf. He followed you tentatively, trying to pretend that he didn't smell perfume where you moved past him. Pretend that it wasn't making his knees buckle.

"They're pretty." He said quietly. You smiled again. You're pretty, he thought.

"Focus!" Marc's sharp voice sliced through his thoughts.

"Who's birthday is it?"

Steven's tongue lodged back into his airways. "Uhm--"

"Oh shit ... uh, say--!"

"My girlfriend's."

"Not girlfriend, you idiot!"

"Oh, alright--" Your hands fidgeted with your necklace, eyes wide.

"My sister." Steven interrupted you again, the argument in his brain between his thoughts and Marc’s voice was rattling his resolve. "I ... not my girlfriend, I don't have ... I don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't have a sister either." Marc quipped.

Steven ignored him. You were watching him with another smile flirting at your lips. "Okay, well, do you know what kind of flowers she likes? Or have an idea of what you want?"

Steven shrugged, head wobbling into a shake. "Uh no ... what kind do you like?"

You seemed taken back by his question. "Oh. Well, I like the tulips. The yellow ones, especially, but they're tough to find around here ... they have tons in Netherlands and Turkey, which not many people know because everyone thinks of them--"

Steven was sure you could see the little birds floating around his head, and how his pupils turned to tiny black hearts: maybe that's why you stopped.

You blushed a velvety red.

"I'm sorry ..." you turned back, hiding your warm face to wave your hand over the shelf of stacked bouquets. "We have some orchids and some irises if you think she might like them?"

"Yes." Steven nodded, hands folding over each other. His eyes were trailing the outline of your profile, savouring the closeness he'd finally been granted. "Those ... they're beautiful. She'll like them."

Your eyes twinkled where you nodded and it made his stomach churn. "Great."

He lingered patiently by the register while you wrapped the flowers with careful hands.

"Say," your gaze flickered up between him and the brown paper. "Do you work around here? I'm sure I've seen you passing in the morning sometimes."

Steven's breath tripped in his throat. She noticed me?

"Yes, now answer her." Marc's voice rung again.

"I-- yeah, I work by the museum actually." His voice stumbled nervously from the back of his throat.

"Oh really? That's so cool!" Your voice lilted with a pitch of interest. "I really like their exhibit on the liberation of India from English colonial regimes. I've only been once or twice though."

Chest buzzing delightfully, Steven nodded. He knew the one you were referencing, it was a couple corridors down from the Egyptian exhibits.

"Well, you should definitely come see the Ancient Egyptian section. The exhibit is huge and we have hundred year old pieces, sarcophaguses and vases and slabs of cave walls with carved hieroglyphics. I work there and it's really the most fascinating--"

"Let her respond, Steven."

But you seemed content to allow him to continue his splurge, your eyes warm and gentle where it caressed over Steven's face. He stopped talking, winding off embarrassed.

"So, uh, yeah."

"You've made a very good case. Maybe I will come visit." You nodded, fingers stroking absently at the edge of the counter. "If you promise me a tour?"

Warm blood rose up from his chest and pooled in his cheeks. "Of course. Anytime."

You handed him the flowers over the stretch of counter. "I never caught your name?"

"Steven." He said quickly, dejection gathering in his throat at the fact that your interaction was nearing a close. "G-Grant. Steven Grant."

You nodded. "Nice name. It's very James Bond."

"Thanks."

"Ask her name!" Marc poked at the back of his brain.

"Uh-- and you are?"

"Oh!" your eyes fell down to your chest where the corner of your stained apron was obscuring the sharpened edge of your name-tag. You shifted it for him to see.

Steven's eyes followed over the letters, he tried your name out on his tongue. It tasted sweeter than he thought a name ever could, rolling off his lips like a song or a bird whistling on a summer evening.

"It's ... it's a beautiful name."

You blushed, eyes moving back to the keyboard for momentary solace before paralysing him with your warm gaze again. "Thank you. I guess I'll see you 'round Stevie."

His mind whirred with how casually the little nickname slipped from you. "Yeah, yeah you will ..."

Leaving the store, Marc called from between the sludge of Steven's muddy mind.

"Good job, Stevie."

Steven was consumed by the interaction the whole rest of the day and when then next morning loomed overhead, he could hardly believe his luck when you were pinching together some lilacs out on the front step where he passed.

Half convinced by the nauseating twist in his stomach to just march quietly past, the decision was made for him when you glanced up from the flowers and offered him a friendly wave: “good morning, Stevie!”

His brain dissolved into a warm, gloopy mess. “… Morning.”

In the coming weeks, Steven’s apartment had become a botanical garden of epic proportions.

Vases and cups and pots, and whatever he could fit a flower into, lined his kitchen counters and his shelves and his bathroom sink with every possible kind of flower that The Petal Parlour had to offer.

Marc grumbled most days, in search of a coffee mug or apartment keys between what he described the “Amazon jungle in here.”

But Steven paid him little mind. It was a harmless jab and Steven noticed in the reflection of the shop’s stained glass window how Marc watched you too, eyes glazed with a soft affection. He mentioned nothing of it to Marc.

Steven had begun frequenting the shop when he could, on mornings he got up early enough or afternoons when the day’s work brought soil stains across your ruddy, tired cheeks.

He’d bought flowers for every possible celebration to be had in London, seemingly nabbing an invite to each one. Bat mitzvahs, birthdays, weddings, farewells, funerals: he’d bought bouquets for one of each kind.

Each visit would play out similarly. He’d step into the shop, maybe once a week or every other week - with Marc muttering somewhere in his mind, we’re hardly gonna be able afford groceries at this rate - and you’d beam at him from behind the counter or from beneath a brightly coloured shelf.

“What’s up, Stevie?”

The nickname made him shiver every time.

“Let me guess … Christmas in July?” You’d tease.

When he’d find you behind the counter, that was his favourite, because you’d lean lazily over it. It blessed him with the view down the slope of your nose, the smell of your fading perfume, the jingle of your clinking earrings.

“Baby shower.” It comes out almost as a question, curling upward at the end.

You’d giggle softly. “Right. Boy or girl?”

It had been long enough that Steven could just about draw out your work schedule.

Fridays you didn’t work, Sundays and Tuesdays you only clocked in the afternoon. He tracked it with the little greetings he got, or didn’t get, as he passed on the way to or from the museum.

“You know,” Marc was fronting an early morning in August, subjecting Steven to a cup of coffee. He hated the stale taste it left in his mouth. “We’re quickly approaching, if not already long surpassed, the point where you need to actually ask her on a date. You know that right?”

Steven remained quiet in the depths of Marc’s mind.

He stayed like that until Marc had cleaned out the mug and stuck a wet toothbrush into his mouth.

“Can I please just get ready for work now?” Steven muttered after nearly twenty minutes of silence.

Marc huffed, letting his eyes roll back and the toothbrush dangle from his lips.

Steven shook out his shoulders, Marc was always so tense. “Thank you.”

It was only when he’d passed the flower shop that he remembered that it was Friday. A group of school kids were expected at the museum around nine that morning.

He was almost grateful for your absence, it allowed him to wallow in Marc’s words for at least one more day. He should ask you out, god does he want to.

The day passed like most of them do.

The school children were rowdy and mostly impartial to the magnificent feats of Ancient Egyptian architecture, but he took another tour around two o’ clock with three couples and a family who were significantly, thankfully, more engaging.

Steven had just wrapped up the hour, on the tail end of explaining how do we know what hieroglyphics mean? to the man who’d asked, when a flitter of shifting fabric floated past the back of his head.

Emerging like a bottle-green wet dream, Steven's gaze found you drifting under the arch between rooms. Your eyes alight in searching, they caressed momentarily over each framed painting and encased ornate vase.

He'd never seen you in anything more than your tight pink work shirt, which - don't get it mistaken - did enough damage to his psyche on it's own, but he immediately knew he'd never recover from the little green dress that clung to your frame.

A square neckline reached past clinking necklaces, long sleeves brushed along your palm - a job Steven desperately wished was his own - and a ruffled edge that teased an upper expanse of thigh which he'd never before been gifted a view of ... and if you shifted just a little, bent just slightly over--

"Hey, thanks a lot. The tour was great."

The middle aged man's face reappeared into Steven's view: dirtied spectacles pressing down the edge of his sweating red nose.

Steven stuttered, eyes flickering between the man's face and your figure in the distance. "Y-Yeah, of course ... anytime, mate."

Your eyes found him, waving a hand.

Uninterested in letting the American tourists keep him from you any longer, Steven slipped past them towards your nearing frame.

"Stevie, hey." You beamed up at his face, hands playing with the strap of your bag: clearly unsure. "You-- well, it was my day off and I thought maybe I could take you up on that tour, but I just saw the board and it says you'd already finished your last one--"

"Hey, hey," Steven shook his head. "No, I'm ... I'm glad you came. I can take you if you'd still like, I'd love to show you around? It will be like a private tour."

He swore he could dissolve under the shine of the smile you gave him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh—“ you started digging into the bag draped down over your shoulder. “That reminds me …”

Your hand emerged with a single white flower. It’s petals were wide with a barely there yellow dot in the centre.

“I thought it would match the jacket you always wear.” A hand reached out, tugging gently on the corner pocket of his grey trench coat and slipping the flower in so it stuck half out happily. “It’s a white daffodil. Nicked it last night before I closed up.”

Steven’s chest was clenching up with a tightness that felt like his last remaining decisions in this life were to either immediately faint, or kiss you until the oxygen deprivation lead him to faint anyways.

“I—“ His fingers caressed gently at the edge of it’s petal. “Thank you.”

“Give her a compliment, Steven.” Marc’s voice startled him. He was a rare presence when Steven was at work.

The idea prodded at Steven that maybe it was the sound of your voice that had drawn him out.

“You … you look beautiful, by the way.” Steven pressed out, “the dress, it’s — it’s very nice.”

With nervous hands at the edge of the skirt, your looked quickly between the dress and Steven's face. "Ugh, this old thing. Just thought it would be a good idea to get out of my work uniform for a bit."

"I agree ... a great idea." He nodded, "You wanna ... get started?"

"Of course."

Steven lead you over the same route that he walked three times a day, four times on weekends, but somehow still felt itchy between the rooms. He figured it had to do with you gaze pressing curiously over his face, it made his neck hot and he prayed you couldn't see it.

When he spoke, you leaned close into his frame: eyes flickering between his trembling lips and the artefacts he was describing.

"That's so cool ..." you'd whisper to yourself at different points, sometimes a "that's crazy" or a "that's kinda gross", and Steven was drinking in your reactions like a man parched.

The tour closed off at the spot it usually does, with the replica of the Rosetta's Stone near the West Exit. By then, the sun had already sunk behind the backdrop of summer London and Steven's nerves were downright shot.

Your perfume was sending him on a chemical high and he's sure Marc heard every one of his desperate thoughts about the way your fingers tightened around his arm when they'd bump past other visitors moving room to room.

With the dress swaying merrily at your sides, you recounted points of the tour with animated hands flying ahead of you.

"And the way they managed to get those tombs so far underground? Not to even mention the complex tunnelling systems, how much work that would actually take to figure out--"

The tiny birds had returned to flying in circles over Steven's head, Isn't She Lovely was playing absently from somewhere in the depths of his mind.

Your excited hands came to find your sides and you huffed yourself into silence.

Following beside him, Steven lead you two out under the arched gates towards the steps of the museum. The moon twinkled between streetlights, and Steven avoided its gaze. Like he could feel Khonshu’s presence over his shoulder.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled at you, a smile that just about suffocated him.

“Enjoyed it?” You laughed. “It was amazing, I mean, you were amazing.”

He laughed softly too, but didn’t respond.

The silence was beginning to turn stale.

“Now is as good a time as it’s gonna get.” Marc pestered.

“Well I should��“ you pointed obviously over your shoulder, before finding the face of your wrist watch. “My bus will be leaving soon.”

Steven nodded. “Yeah … yeah of course. I had fun, you should come by more often.”

“It was … it was very sweet. Taking me on the tour when you probably had better things to do.” Your hand curled over his forearm again, “You’re very sweet, Steven.”

“And you’re very beautiful.”

The words found the air between them before Steven even knew what he’d said.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, cheeks brushed with a warm pink: “I— thank you, Stevie.”

Steven nodded, not looking at you and suffocating on his own embarrassment. “I’m gonna— need to go finish up inside.”

An unmistakably wounded look passed over your face. It dissolved as quickly as it had appeared.

“Sure.” It was curt. “I’ll see you round the shop.”

“Steven, if you do not stop her so help me God—“

A flurry of hot and cold feelings were chasing up and down his chest: he watched your figure turn and worked to do the same.

The outline of the museum had barely returned to his frame of vision when the cold hand of his subconscious reached out and dragged him down into it’s icy black depths: now watching the view of his eyes as if from a foggy tape recorder.

Marc stiffened his shoulders, turning to where you were bounding down the steps of the museum, heels clicking on each jump.

He chased down after you, skipping two steps at a time.

“Marc, don’t! You’re gonna scare her!” Steven was shouting now, rattling his already shaky consciousness.

He called your name where you’d just reached the sidewalk. You turned up to meet his face.

In barely fractions of a moment, Marc was able to find some sympathy for dear Steven.

Now that he was faced with you himself, as opposed to the blurry lens he’d been cursed to only peer through before, he wondered how Steven ever conjured up the courage to say more than three words to you.

“Steven?”

The light of the street-lamp was flickering in little circles off your eyes in the dim street and Marc was half convinced to abandon Steven in the darkness.

He didn’t.

Rather, he slipped back down into the shadows where he felt Steven surpass him again.

Your brow bent deeper in confusion, “Are you alright?”

If he had time, Steven might have taken a moment to huff at Marc for not even bothering to turn away when he forced himself back to the front, spared you from the sight of his eyes rolling back in their head. But no, you probably thought he was possessed.

“I, yes, that doesn’t matter—“

He could feel ice cold adrenaline pumping down from his brain. Like he did in the seconds before a fight, when the suit would crawl up over his skin.

“Your eyes,” your hand came close up to his face, hesitant enough to just float in its orbit. “They rolled—“

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You blinked up at him. Once, twice.

The silence was reaching far past the limits that it did in all the romance movies Steven had seen and his palms were growing itchy with the passing seconds.

“When?”

Steven’s head was reeling. He hadn’t thought that far, but why quit while he’s ahead?

“Now. Right now, tonight.”

The surprise was fading from your face, replaced with eyes that were glowing around the corners and a smile that made his heart skip every second beat.

“Don’t you have work?”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“If you promise to still come visit the shop ... I would love to go on a date with you, Stevie. Right now.”

Warmth was flooding back into Steven’s hands. “I’ll set up a tent outside on the sidewalk …” he breathed, “you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Steven nodded. Almost tripping on the step up behind him, “I’m going to tell them that I’m leaving. Just wait right here …“

He’d already moved up two steps, legs buzzing with untamed exhilaration.

“Steven, hold on just one sec—“ when he turned, you’d surpassed the small steps separating you.

He’d barely a chance to turn all the way back around when your index finger hooked between his neck and the collar of his shirt and your lips were on his.

They were warm and soft and Steven had no idea what he was doing.

With his experience being limited to the pool of:

A. The girl he’d pecked in first grade on the swings in the playground.

B. A drunken make-out at a college party for a college he didn’t even attend and,

C. His (mostly Marc’s) ex-wife,

It was nothing short of a miracle when his hand came up to find the side of your neck. When he pulled your waist flush against his.

“Atta’ boy.” He ignored Marc.

You pulled back, Steven was pleased to notice your reddened, wet lips.

“Sorry,” you whispered close against him, voice half-drowned out by the rumbling of taxis in the street and people passing by. “Been itching to do that for a while.”

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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!

Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:

I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉

I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖

With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*

You could participate by sending in either:

✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)

and/or

✨ writing submissions (💥).

General Rules:

the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).

I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!

for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.

for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!

you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.

use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).

works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!

No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words

Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own

tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)

Most important one: Have fun!

How To Play:

✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!

✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Curtis Everett

Andy Barber

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

Nick Gant

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Henry Cavill Characters

Clark Kent

Napoleon Solo

Geralt of Rivia

August Walker

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*

King Arthur

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]

✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:

*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)

soft dom!BB

clothes/naked ratio

size kink

slow and deep 👀

breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

somnophilia

free use

cockwarming

belly bulge

Squirting

consensual non-con

consensual dub-con

cumeating

creampie

anal/or dp

possessive/or protective manhandling!BB

oral sex

orgasm delay

dumbification

daddy/princess kink

overstimulation

sex pollen

prone bone

cockdrunk

threesome (BB/Reader/BB)

ass/pussy spanking

mild degradation

body worshipping

quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏

Grouchybb! who is only soft with you

Married and loyal!spouse

A/B/O

lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho

mob AU

biker AU

soulmate AU

mutual pining/idiots in love

childhood besties to lovers

reformed playboy

professor AU

supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)

frenemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

locked in AU/forced proximity

medieval AU

fake dating/relationship

sharing one bed

polar opposites attract

break up and make up

spy AU

meet cute

cowboy AU

gentle recluse!BB

brothers best friend!BB

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, take it, slut"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"God, why do you always do this"

"You're impossible."

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

"We're trapped."

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"

"You're taking me so well, baby"

"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*

"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"

"You always feel so good around me, baby"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Here, let me help you."

"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"

"I hardly think that that's necessary."

"Don't be a brat, baby."

"Aw, does it feel good right there?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"What do you think you're doing here?"

"Nope. Again."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Just stay still, there you go."

"Just one more, I promise."

"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"

"Stay over there!"

"You better hurry up, baby."

"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."

"Please, I'll beg, please!"

"Be honest."

"Be careful there, darlin'."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.

✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).

no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!

if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!

feel free to ask any questions!

i think i got everything!

Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!

All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️

Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:

@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare

@darsynia @navybrat817

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 7

2019

honest man [david/patrick, G, 3,770] by my_middle_name_is_awkward

He felt terrible for playing with Rachel’s heart, but he knew that that man that had done that to her was gone. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure he never did anything like that again, especially to David.

My Heart Stumbles On Things I Don't Know [stevie/twyla, G, 2,861] by @alilactree

It’s just because she’s been on her mind a lot, really, that Stevie notices how nice Twyla’s smile is. How her hair has flecks of copper in it where the sun catches just right. The little dimples in her cheeks as she lists salad toppings. Or: Stevie realizes some things. It's not about Twyla, except that it is.

she hits like ecstasy [stevie/alexis, E, 2,146] by livelyvague

Why Alexis is actually upset at Patrick's housewarming party. Alternatively, Alexis and Stevie revisit the spin the bottle kiss.

2020

[podfic] fever, chills, fatigue [david/patrick, G, podfic] by @sunlightsymphony

“Okay,” Patrick says, the second time he throws up. “Okay, maybe I’m sick.”

A One Time Thing [stevie & david, E, 5,100] by @smallumbrella369

After Jake suggests a throuple, David and Stevie make a decision. It's in the title. I think you know what's up.

Five Times Ronnie Was a Friend to David and One Time She Was a Friend to Patrick [david & ronnie, T, 3,875] by @unfolded73

"I think it's less about Ronnie disliking Patrick, and [more about] Ronnie seeing this person come in and having a huge effect on someone she cares as much about as she does David," Robinson said. "Ronnie likes to take her time and figure things out, and err on the side of suspicion." -- Karen Robinson in The Advocate

if i survive, i'll dive back in [david/patrick, M, 49,043] by @mymariahcarey

David bites his lip and pulls his eyes from Patrick’s strong thighs to his face, finding Patrick’s own eyes on him, that warm smile still gleaming. He looks away, down to his sneakers and clean, damp concrete. He can see Jocelyn bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly, her hands clasped together. "Well you know who Patrick is, this is his wonderful coach Ronnie! I think we'll all work very well together." Or, the diving AU no one asked for.

Not In the Mood [david/patrick, T, 659] by @reginahalliwell

Just a fun little ficlet showing us a snippet of David and Patrick's life as boyfriends. Patrick initiates, and David isn't in the mood.

Safe [david/patrick, NR, 1,980] by @maxbegone

“David?” He wants to say silent, he really does. He wants to let the moment pass and just force himself to fall asleep again. But he doesn’t. It’s like his mouth is moving faster than his brain at this point. “No one has ever made me feel like that,” he begins. “I was usually this one-and-done thing for people. Wasn’t worth the effort.” - "I've never felt as safe as I do when I'm with you." Long before they exchange their vows, David talks about the past a bit, gets a bit raw about it and Patrick listens and loves him.

Scooch On Over Closer Dear [david/patrick, G, 1,009] by @froggierboy

David and Patrick open wedding gifts, with help from Stevie, Alexis, and Twyla. - "Wait, Ronnie was at the wedding, right?" He hears Twyla whisper to Alexis, and he decides to not remind her again that they hadn't done presents at the reception because it's tacky and because the whole family had to get up at butt-o-clock the next morning to see off his parents.

such a constellation was he to me [david/patrick, T, 21,520] by @blueink3

"You just muted it!” the man snaps. “Stop touching things!” “YOU stop touching things.” “Um,” Patrick starts, clearing his throat. “I can hear you just fine.” The two people on the other side of the screen freeze and the woman bends down, pressing nearly cheek-to-cheek with Patrick’s 2pm. “Well, aren’t you just a button,” she says before the man physically elbows her out of frame.Or, what if David and Patrick met in self-isolation?

Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch [david/patrick, G, 1,752] by odofidi

"We're just not nickname people". David and Patrick argue over the origins of "honey".

You're so fucking hot when you're mad [david/patrick, E, 1,487] by @mickeysmyheart

22: “Mine.”48: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”60: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”71: “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

2021

[art] you know what they say: better late than never [alexis/twyla, G, art] by budd

While unpacking her boxes to move into Alexis' apartment in New York City, Twyla finds a stash of her old business cards from when she wrote a column for young members of the LGBTQIA+ community in The Advocate.

[Podfic] In Bed with a Beautiful Boy [david/patrick, T, podfic] by @petrodobreva

Patrick finds a poetry book that belongs to David and reads to him before bed. [Podfic of In Bed with a Beautiful Boy by kindofospecificstore]

[Podfic] Stuck on your heart, caught in your web [david/patrick, T, podfic] by @petrodobreva

Maybe David had imbibed in too much of something with Stevie, because he's talking about suddenly having strange powers and - something about a radioactive spider?! A goofy little high school best friends AU. [Podfic of Stuck on your heart, caught in your web by grapehyasynth]

[Podfic] The darkest hour is just before dawn [ted/alexis, M, podfic] by @kiwiana-writes

Ted thinks about Alexis on the plane after the breakup [Podfic of The darkest hour is just before dawn written by petrodobreva]

Captive on the carousel of time [stevie/twyla, T, 11,156] by @designatedgrape

The predictability of Schitt’s Creek and the routines of the people who live here have always been a comfort to Twyla. In a life that has been full of uncertainty, she appreciates that there are things she can always count on. So when Jocelyn walks in at 3:07, it isn’t a surprise. At least, not at first. “What can I get for you, Jocelyn?” “Oh, I think I’m going to need an extra-large coffee to get through the rest of the day, Twyla. I’m headed right back over to the school to set up for tonight.” Twyla nods and turns to start making Jocelyn’s coffee. “What’s tonight?” “Graduation.” Twyla pauses and looks back at Jocelyn. “Um, I think you might be a little confused. Graduation was last night.”

Deadpool Strikes Back! How One Merc For Hire Sticks It to an Army of Goons, One Annoying Narrator, and The Worst Villain of All: Self-Doubt [stevie/ruth, T, 1,340 + podfic + art] by Amanita_Fierce @sarahlevys @petrodobreva @rhetoricalk

WAZZUP!?@ 🤯 If you're reading this, you're probably thinking, "What the hell? Stevie's Deadpool?!" The answer's YES! 🤗 And she's pissed, and not just 'cause a bunch of goons hijacked her girlfriend. 🤬 No: the worst thing of all is the narrator she has to deal with all along the way. 🤡 Buckle up, buckos, it's a bumpy ride! AND DON'T FORGET TO LISTEN TO THE PODFIC!! AND OOH, DID I MENTION THERE'S ART?!

Everything That We'd Ever Need [alexis/twyla, E, 12,028] by @middyblue

“What are we doing here, Twy?” “I thought maybe we could go for a swim.” Or, 5 times Twyla went skinny-dipping and 1 time she wore a dress.

Fated to be with you [patrick/rachel, G, 4,355] by @pine67

The day Rachel turns fourteen years old is the happiest day of Patrick's life. Go figure, then, that the day Patrick turns fourteen years old is the worst day of Patrick's life.

Gig Economy Boyfriend [david/patrick, T, 9,809] by @lisamc-21

Patrick is moonlighting as a delivery driver for MunchMates. When an apartment number mix-up leads to him meeting David, he hopes to see David again. And he does because David orders every weekend, and Patrick makes sure to pick up his orders. This is Tropefest, so why not throw together a meet-cute, mish-mash of interruptions, endless pining, a bit of fake dating, and Sebastien Raine.

Hanging Our Hats [david/patrick, T, 10,259] by @wearpersistencewell

With the Roses out of the motel, and three of them far away from town, they each find their footing in new circumstances, with plenty of mishaps along the way. Sequel to "Thorns", although you don't have to have read it.

Just Say Yes [david/patrick, G, 353] by @fictasticvoyage

The feelings of falling in love- real love- for the first time can be a little overwhelming. In the best possible way.

Much Needed Alone Time [johnny/moira, M, 753] by orphan_account

Ode to the Otis [david/patrick, T, 4,678] by @floosilver8

Patrick's new apartment in the city comes with a very distracting man in 13B

out of the mouths of babes [david/patrick, G, 1,157] by @hullomoon

Coming home from the dentist and still high from the anesthesia, Patrick accidentally lets something slip. David, panics. my 100th work

The Devil's Work is Never Done [alexis/reader, G, 68 + podfic] by @sarahlevys @schittposting

If you were faced with temptation, what would you do?

Wander Where They Will [david/patrick, T, 16,891] by @kiwiana-writes

Once upon a time, in a land not so very unlike our own, men and magic existed side by side. The Lord and Lady Rose, cursed along with their daughter to live as wild creatures of the sky, leave behind a single son, emotionally broken but physically whole. Stricken silent by the same magic that stole his family, he finds a glimmer of hope buried in a conversation with a kind stranger—all curses can be broken, if he simply pays the price. A price higher than anyone has a right to ask: three sweaters, spun and knit from the fibers of a plant covered in barbs that tear into his skin at every touch, rip him open with every stitch. He has a year and a day, to work, to hurt, to meet and befriend the townsfolk who took him in after fleeing his parents' home. And one particular brewer, a man who might do more than help repair his torn skin. Who might be the only one to repair his shattered heart. He has no voice, and time is running out—but the ways of the universe are a mystery, and the deepest magics of all are always rooted in love.

Watch His Body Writhe [david/patrick, E, 2,332] by @floosilver8

The continuing sexploits of Schitt's Creek.You don't need to read the others in the series to follow this one.Mostly canon compliant, David's POV for sometime around S5E12 The Roast (Title from Tina Turner's "Acid Queen")

When the Winter Snow Falls on Chicago [david/patrick, T, 11,696] by @trueillusion82

A sick and miserable David and a very chatty Patrick are accidentally assigned the same hotel room after a snowstorm strands them both in Chicago. And, of course, there's only one bed.

you're the star on the top of my tree [david/patrick, T, 10,392] by @schittposting

Patrick Brewer comes to Schitt's Creek with a goal: drive Rose Apothecary out of business so Christmas World can take over its space. He's not counting on falling for its owner.

2022

He Shines [patrick & marcy, G, 5,597] by @smallumbrella369

Marcy Brewer's experience of watching her son break apart, break away, and break free.

Nature is Loud! [david/patrick, G, 400] by @legalgal421

David wants Patrick to make the noises stop. A ficlet

The Kiss That Kills [david/patrick, T, 14,411] by @beaiola

When Patrick asks out his long term crush, his best friend David is there to listen to him talk through the details and, when certain doubts emerge, offer some help of his own. Patrick's reaction to David's assistance leads to some surprising revelations. Written for the SC Media Fest and inspired by the movie Some Kind of Wonderful.

When I Was Younger [clint/marcy, G, 2,417] by @treluna4

Patrick goes home to visit his parents the spring after he married David and he and Marcy go on a hike. They stop by a lake and Marcy reveals some secrets from her past.

2023

A Hard Knock Life [with fan art] [david & sebastien, T, 155 + art] by mallpretzles

David moves to the city looking for a new start but will he find it?

Niblings [gen, G, 969] by @wearpersistencewell

Alexis has twins, and David thinks about what being an uncle means.

2024

lavender, rosemary, thyme, and sage [alexis/twyla, G, 300] by @a-noble-dragon

Twyla’s been practicing smoke cleansing for years. It restores the physical, mental, and emotional balance; while also cleansing her work space of negative energies.

Shades of Blue [david/patrick, G, 300] by @stargazer56

Patrick's thoughts during the conversation with David, Stevie and Jake in Stevie's apartment.

Simply the Zest [david/patrick, G, 100] by @a-noble-dragon

Cocktail hour at The Wobbly Elm.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 3 fics/8,777 words 2020: 10 fanworks (9 fics, 1 podfic)/86,436 words 2021: 19 fanworks (12 fics, 4 podfics, 1 fanart, 2 combos)/97,630 words 2022: 4 fics/22,825 words 2023: 2 fanworks (1 fic, 1 combo)/1,124 words 2024: 3 fics/700 words

#on this day in sc #schitt's creek #sc fanfic #sc fanart #sc fanworks #david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #patrick x david #alexis rose #stevie budd #twyla sands #marcy brewer #clint brewer #johnny rose #moira rose #ronnie lee #sebastien raine

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boredzillenial · 1 year ago

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“Is That My Shirt?”

After befriending Jake and Marc, one night you find yourself growing a little closer to their brother, Steven.

Themes: college Au, boys are in separate bodies, f!freader is tipsy, mostly fluff, mention of morning wood

Wordcount: 1.2K

You’re sophomore year at college is going amazing so far. Classes aren’t too bad, your RA is lazy and can’t be bothered to keep alcohol out of the dorms, and you’d made fast friends with Jake. While you both often tore up parties around campus you also have a blast dragging his brother Marc out every once in a while.

Despite some initial sexual tension you’d had with Jake and then Marc you three found your friendship much more fun. So most nights Jake would end up with a girl and if you’d done your job of wingwoman right so would Marc.

Their other brother, Steven, is a bit different to say the least. Soft spoken, studies focused and honestly a bit of a nerd. Talking about anime and history whenever the chance arises. Spending most nights watching said anime’s or studying.

One particular night Jake and Marc had managed to find girls on their own and disappeared with them in the dorm building. So you, still piss drunk and now alone, wander back to your room. Banging on the door you giggle “Roomie, lemme innnnn.”

You roommate quickly unlocks the door, giving you a panicked look as she opens it a crack. “Hey, I’ve got a girl in here. Can you stay with your friends tonight please.” She pleads.

“Well-shit everyone’s gettin pussy tonight.” You grumbled “fineeeee, but you owe me.” You groan and stumbl back to the elevator. After what felt like way too long you land on the boys’ floor. You try as quietly as you can to get to their room and push on the door, it’s unlocked.

“Stevie,” you whisper far too loudly. “Stevie itsme donworry.” You giggle as you make your way inside the dark room. “ ‘m jus gonna crash here tonight. You’re brothers are gettin busy - I mean they’re busy t’night.” You laugh.

“It’s Steven…” he grumbles behind a pile of blankets. As you look closer you see he’s got his laptop set up in bed.

“Are you watchin’ anime inthe dark?” You ask as you pad closer, shivering on the cold tile in your party dress.

“What else should I be doing.” He says in a mixture of annoyance and confusion as he sits up. His face is half illuminated by the flashing screen and for a moment your drunken brain dredges up that old flutter in your stomach.

You quickly try to snuff out the rising feeling and slur “Oh, shit I’mso sorry.” You pout out your lower lip, “next party you’re comin’ withus!” You declare with a shiver. “Why’s it so cold in here.”

“I sleep better in the cold.” He shimmies to lay back down. “Just lay over there I guess.” He waves over to Marc and Jake’s bunk bed.

Your teeth chatter as you make your way over to a set of dressers. Unsure who’s stuff is what, you grab a soft oversized shirt and a pair of boxers at random. You glance over your shoulder and see Steven has returned to his original position, laying on his side facing the wall, anime continuing to play quietly infront of him.

Quickly you shimmy out of your dress an into the clothes you’ve commandeered. As you slip into the lower bunk your teeth begin to chatter. “You alright?” Steven calls over his shoulder.

“ ‘s cold.” You whine. “Can I - can I huddle for warmth?” You ask softly, alcohol inhibiting any sense of boundaries you would’ve normally had.

“You want a cuddle?” His tone lilts in surprise.

“Please, I’ll owe you bigtime m’kay?” You plead shivering in the cold sheets.

“Alright c’mon.” He rolls onto his back as you jolt out of the cold sheets and under the warm ones. “Gods your freezing!” He flinches as you press your cold form against his.

“Toldya.” You mutter as you shudder, the remnants of cold chased away by his warmth.

“Lemme just, my arm I need to -“ he sat the laptop across his legs as he sat up again, this time lifting his arm up. Instinctively you nestle right into the open space. His arm lays lightly across your back as you lay your head on his chest. Surprise raises your brows for a moment at how firm he is.

“That - works I guess.” He says softly, settling his arm around you. His gaze lingers on you as you settle in. You glance up a moment, something stirs in you as your eyes connect. “Is-“ he leans in squinting a bit “Is that my shirt?”

“Tell me about what you’re watching.” You quickly look back at the screen, trying desperately to stop yourself from doing something really stupid.

“You haven’t heard of The Last Airbender? Avatar is amazing! This is Aang he’s -“ The excitement in his voice becomes a distant hum as you slip from consciousness. The last thing you’re aware of are the soft circles his fingers make across your back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

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The first sensations that come to you are the throbbing of your head, the shaft of light across your eyes making you squint, and the warm body pressing tightly to your back. You shift a bit to avoid the harsh column of morning light filtering through the blinds, causing the arm around your stomach to tighten and pull you closer.

Steven hums sleepily, his face snuggled into your back. For a brief moment you relax into the embrace. The pounding in your head juxtaposing his warm soft embrace. Well, not entirely soft.

“Ah Steven.” You pat his hand in an attempt to stir him.

“Yeah love?” Still not entirely present his hips rolled slightly. Then like a freight train he gasps and jolts away from you. “Oh I’m so sorry I, oh gods I’m -.” He awkwardly climbs out of bed and hit the cold linoleum with a groan.

“Shit are you alright?” You sat up to see him sprawled across the floor. Keeping the blanket up to your neck for warmth.

“Yeah.” He grunts, staggering in his oversized pjs toward the mini fridge. Glass clinking and the rustle of plastic sound as he turns, in one hand a bottle of water. In the other - a prepackaged bottle of vanilla iced coffee.

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

“Oh no, these are Jake’s coffees. Figured he can share.” Steven shrugs, his face flushed as he awkwardly tries to cover his morning wood. “Sorry I- here.” He gently tosses the drinks on the bed and shuffles off to the bathroom.

You laugh weakly under your breath as you took the water, nearly emptying it in a long gulp. Next you crack into the vanilla coffee and sip slowly, blanket falling around your waist as you test just how much your headache will allow you to move.

You hear the shuffle of footsteps as you rub your eyes. “Look Steven I don’t care about your boner I-“ your sentence haults in your throat as you lock eyes with Jake, then Marc.

“Why are you in Steven’s bed, talking about his -” Marc’s eyes go wide.

Jake’s blow wide as well “and why are you drinking one-a my Iced Vanilla Lattes…”

Steven’s soft footsteps sound in the hall, as he rounds the corner his gaze flicker between his brothers and you. Marc and Jake look at Steven, then back at you. That moment will be forever cemented in your mind, Marc’s look of confusion, Jake’s expression shifting from cross to a shit-eating smirk, and Steven’s entire face now a ruddy hue as he tries to slowly back away.

“No no no get back here!” You hear Jake tease as he chases Steven out into the hall with a laugh.

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Part 2

MoonKnight Bingo Masterlist

Taglist: @moonknight-events @melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @romana-after-dark @moonknight-events

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight bingo

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kaylorstree · 1 year ago

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TTPD Gaylor Lyric Analysis

Because there are so many songs, I’m only analysing the gayest ones.

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO POST THIS!!!!!!

But Daddy I Love Him

Possibly Taylor’s gayest song EVER.

‘These people only raise you to cage you’

A lot of this is about her team, handlers and parents wanting her to stay closeted.

‘These people try to save you because they hate you’

This references judgemental religious people, to whom if she ever came out would want to save her, and pray for her, out of faux concern.

‘Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best’

Again, religious Bible names, but also could reference American conservatives.

‘Told my parents and they came around’

This has to be about being gay. I really doubt her parents wouldn’t have a HUGE problem or be able to influence her that much in terms of problematic men, since she has dated many previously, such as John Mayer and Jake Gylenhall.

‘Tell him to floor it through the fences’

This references Getaway Car, but I also think it references the YNTCD fences, and the other fence meme.

‘I’d rather burn my whole life down’ Dating a man would never ‘burn down’ her entire life.

Down Bad

‘Crying at the gym’

Taylor and Karlie went to the gym all the time. There is so much photographic evidence of this.

Side note (which I think I have previously posted about): I’ve always found it odd how they would be so dressed up for the gym, particularly Taylor. It makes me think they were having lunch or hanging out in secret, for some privacy from the paparazzi maybe?

‘Like I just lost my twin’

Do I really need to elaborate this line?

‘Fuck it if I can’t have him’

I genuinely see no way Taylor couldn’t date any man she really wanted. The only way she REALLY couldn’t have someone would have to be a HUGE reason.

‘Did you take all my old clothes, just to leave me here naked and alone?’

A man wouldn’t take a woman’s clothes, Also, Taylor and Karlie shared a load of clothes back in the day.

Guilty As Sin?

The religious undertones continue, along with the references to heaven and angels.

‘Written mine on my upper thigh, only in my mind’

‘What if the way you hold me, is the thing that’s holy’

‘Without touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin’

Surely it isn’t a sin by any standards to THINK about having sex with a man? But a woman, YES.

‘I keep my longest locked, in lower case inside a vault’.

This was suggest she has repressed longings she needs to hide, but also suggests ‘loml’ and ‘iwannagetyouback’ are important to listen to and decipher.

Fresh Out The Slammer

‘Fresh out the slammer, I’m running back home to you’

This suggests being imprisoned or trapped. To consider a 6 year relationship as being a prison would be offensive to Joe, but would make sense if this was just another fake relationship she’s trapped in until she can finally be with the person she has been waiting for.

Clara Bow

‘You look like Stevie Nicks, in ‘75, the hair and lips’

At first I didn’t understand why this reference jumped out at me- I then realised that there was this tweet comparing Karlie to Steve Nicks’ ex, Linsday Buckingham.

‘You look like Clara Bow in this life, remarkable’

She sings about women and their features throughout this song.

‘Half moonshine, full eclipse’

Karlie is always referred to the sunshine, hiding the sun would be an eclipse.

Peter

‘In closets like cedar, preserved from when we were just kids’

‘You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me’

This suggests waiting for someone when they can finally be together.

‘As the men masqueraded, I hope you’d return’

Men masquerading suggests acting or pretending, just as her beards have been until she can be in a real relationship with the person she actually wants to be with.

iwannagetyouback

‘Wait til you fix your face’

Only a girl would need to fix their face. This also aligns with The 1975 song ‘Girls’, the one that was playing when Taylor and Karlie famously kissed.

‘Curse you out, or pull you into the closet’

I mean, again, when does someone ever literally pull some into a closet? Only figuratively.

Chloe Or Sam Or Sophia Or Marcus

The premise of the song is talking about someone bisexual. It’s impossible to decipher it any other way.

So, she’s outing and implicating one of her previous boyfriends which would be EXTREMELY problematic.

On the other hand, if she was singing about a bisexual woman, that would make sense. There is less stigma surrounding bisexual women compared to men, by some extent.

The Prophecy

‘Don’t want money, just someone who really loves me’

Again, this doesn’t make sense to attribute to a man. Why would she lose money by being in a relationship? Only if it was incredibly controversial, like a queer one.

Also, ‘The Prophecy’ suggests that this is the way things have to be, have been and will be. However, if she changes this it will not be expected for others in the future.

‘I got cursed like Eve got bitten’

‘Was it punishment?’

This alludes once again to sin and religious imagery, but also about how being LGBT can feel like a curse or something unwanted.

‘Looked to the sky’

This suggests God is responsible for the prophecy itself.

‘Pat around when I get home’ alludes to crime and accusations. Perhaps growing up her family were maybe onto her concerning where she’s been and who she’s been with.

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

‘You don’t get to tell me about sad’

‘You wouldn’t last a year in the asylum where they raised me’

As discussed online, Taylor didn’t grow up with any particular trauma or a bad childhood by any stretch of the imagination. However, the concept of her being closeted on a global scale, to constantly having to lie in order to keep her livelihood is pretty traumatic in my opinion.

A lot of people wouldn’t be able to survive that.

Please tell me what your interpretations are! 🌼🌈

#kaylor #spotify #taylor swift #gaylor swift #gaylor #taylurking #ttb #karlie kloss #lgbetty #lgbtqia #lyrical analysis #the tortured poets department #ttpd

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scoobdawgg · 1 month ago

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12:52 am

A/N: Should I be studying for nursing school finals? Yes. Should I be cleaning? Also yes. Should I be doing a million other things that require my attention? Of courseee

But I decided I have been away wayyyy too long, and dw wicked animas will be getting another chapter soon(i alr have five chapters written i just wanna make sure my plot flows before i continue posting updates yk)

ANYWAYSSS heres my obsession with moonknight in full effect and this WILL be getting more parts too it, not chronologically but the OC x Moonboys will just have random oneshots about parts of their relationship.

With further adooo :))

Tags MDNI, 3.4k: porn w/ little plot, slight dacryphilla (if you squint hard enough) choking, praise/degredation kinks, slight gun play (again, tilt your head and squint realllly hard), Size kink, Implied relationship between OC x All three MoonBoys,belts used as restraints

“I should fucking shoot you for the bullshit you pulled, bastard.”

“You’ve got the gun in your hand loaded sweetheart, pull the trigger.”

If you were to ask anyone else in the world what it’s like to date someone with a system, most would probably say the same thing. ‘It’s hard to tell who’s fronting sometimes and I could end up saying the wrong thing and hurt their feelings.’ A pretty standard answer if you were to ask Ara. For her, telling the different personalities apart was the easiest part of being in this relationship. Ara’s difficulties lie within the personalities themselves, and the fact that they lie within the same body, share the same face. It’s astonishing how the exact same features could look so different once a different personality takes over and fronts the body.

“Which one of you fucking idiots thought it was a good idea to piss me off like that? Couldn’t have been my sweetie Stevie, he would not dare cross that boundary with me.”

So with this dilemma, it was hard for whenever one of the personalities greatly upset Ara. She knew it wasn’t fair to the other two personalities to receive her wrath, they technically didn’t do anything wrong to her. Sure they could’ve stopped it, they could’ve taken control of the body before the third personality made that stupid decision and pissed Ara off, but she still shouldn’t blame them, should she?

The man Ara was straddling scoffed, eyes widened in shock and amusement before mockingly speaking, “‘My sweetie Stevie?’ Are you fucking joking? That motherfucker isn’t as innocent as you fucking think, how do you know it wasn’t his idea to up and flirt with the girl or the plan huh?”

“Because only you and Jake are bold and devious enough to go dry hump the bitch right in front of my fucking face like I can’t see you!” Ara was on the verge of hysterics, pressing the gun further into the man's temple as her body pressed his deeper into the floorboards beneath him, “Marc, there were a thousand other ways to get the bitch to talk but kissing her on the fucking dance floor isn’t one of them!”

“You’re being fucking dramatic, you’re dating Steven right? Not me or Jake, so however and whatever means we use to obtain information for the mission shouldn’t matter to you at all, even if-”

“Even if what? Even if you go fuck the bitch I shouldn’t care?” Tears were pooling in the back of Ara’s eyes but she didn’t dare let them fall, she refused to let Marc know that his words hurt her as the vision of him taking another girl played over and over again in her head.

Marc knew he was going too far, even without Steven yelling in the back of his head to stop and let him take back control of the body to fix the situation. And Jake was no better also in his head, egging both sides on, forever the antagonizer all the while saying how good Ara looks angry, straddling them with their own gun pressed against their head. While the trio didn’t agree on most things, there was no denying the way she looked at the moment, her smooth ochre skin glistening in a thin sheen of sweat, makeup slightly smudged from all the exasperated yelling she's been doing for the past hour, curls puffed out around in an afro her, seemingly forming a halo on top of her head. And her outfit for the night definitely wasn’t making it any easier for the men, the leather halter top having a deep v cut down the centre, making it very hard for them to concentrate on the loaded gun pressed to their head when they were getting such a great show from her breasts nearly spilling out the top. And not to mention the outfit was paired with a matching mini skirt and strappy heels, making her long legs stretch out for days and the skirt shaping her ass and hips just right. And with their hands around her waist they could feel this positioning causing her skirt to flip up and rise up on her thighs to the bottoms of her ass, but she was too angry to care about the entertainment she was providing for them.

“If fucking another bitch gets me the information I need for my mission then so be it,” Marc instantly regretted the words he spat back out at Ara for two reasons. One, because the gun went off right next to his head, a bullet shattering a nearby lamp, a warning shot indeed. Two, because he could see how crushed Ara looked at his words, a single tear escaping her right eye and sliding down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away. Marc was a well known liar, he had to be in order to be a mercenary and to carry out the orders his god gave him. And this wasn’t the first time he lied in Ara’s face, no. Many times before Marc was often the cause of most the problem in this four-way relationship, simply because he couldn’t accept Ara for who she was and that she truly loved and accepted him, Steven, and Jake for who they each were within the system and could love them all individually even though they shared the same body. He would often be mean to Ara, be short with her and cause petty arguments that would cause them to go weeks without speaking even when he fronted the body. But never in the past two years that all of them have been slowly building together has he gone this far to hurt her feelings.

‘That’s fucking cold pendejo and you know it’

‘Marc you bloody bastard give me back control now! You’ve hurt Ara enough, are you trying to ruin everything we’ve all worked so hard to build?’

Marc knew Jake and Steven were right, that he went way too far tonight and was completely out of line for what he had done. He knew he should’ve given the control back to Steven, to let him comfort Ara and make things right before he ruined it forever for them. Even though he knew what the right thing to do was, he couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked crying over him. This was the first time that she cried in front of him during one of their arguments, and the way the tears streamed down her face, smudging her mascara and ruining her makeup, rewired Marc’s brain a little. It made him want to ruin her even more, till she was nothing more than a pretty little doll for him and his others to share and forever play with.

“There is a lot of shit I can take from you, Marc,” Ara croaked out, voice thick with sadness as she tried to hold back her tears, “But that was my final fucking straw. Go fuck the bitch for all I care, just don’t get mad when I go and do the same.”

Here was yet another rare thing that all three men could agree on. It was that Ara was theirs and no one else’s and that it would take the other guy stepping over their dismembered corpse in order to even think of laying his filthy hands on her. In an instant Marc changed their positions, flipping Ara over and and pressing her into the floorboards beneath them, using one hand to hold both of hers above her head while the other wrapped tightly around her throat.

Marcs lips ghosted the shell of her ear, voice deep and raspy as he spoke, “If you ever let another mans hands touch my body, not even my god himself could stop the wrath that I would unleash on this fucking planet.”

Ara let out a dry laugh at his words, a great sacrifice on her end of precious air since his grip was steadily increasing around her throat, “Clearly you didn’t give a fuck about me two hours ago so why should I care about you? Same goes for Steven and Jake, they could’ve stopped you at any time, but no. They allowed you to disrespect me without a care in the fucking world so why should I give a damn about how any of you guys feel? Now get the fuck off of me so I can go find me some dick for the night since you wanted to act like a fucking bitch in heat in the club and grind on other women.”

Jake let out a low chuckle and whistled in the back of Marc's mind, ‘The mouth on this one is quite feisty, Marc. Personally, I wouldn’t let that shit slide if I was fronting.’

‘Maybe our little dove needs to be punished for how she’s acting’ Steven muttered, surprising both men in agreement with him, ‘She obviously needs a reminder of who she belongs to.’

Three times in one night the boys all agreed on one thing, it’s got to be a new record for them or something. Marc wasted no time putting their thoughts into action, smashing his lip against hers in a rough clash of teeth and tongue. He let go of her throat, though the kiss was so intense, so all consuming that she didn’t have a single spare moment to catch her breath as she felt his large hand travel down her body. Fingertips gliding down slowly, ghosting over the hardened tips of her nipples and ignoring the stiff buds and as he made his way down the valley of her abdomen down to where his waist pressed against her. His hand left her body, loosening his belt and pulling it free from around him in one go. Marc broke their kiss to change their positions again, flipping Ara onto her belly while knocking the gun out of her, it landed somewhere across the room where neither of them cared to keep track of it at the moment.

He made a quick haste, using his belt to tie her arms behind her back, leaving an end out for him to tighten and control her movements at his will. Marc reached for the knife strapped underneath Ara’s skirt and pulled it out, using the sharp blade to quickly cut through the leather material of her skirt and top till she was left in nothing but her red lace thong and heels.

Jeers and protest bubbled through Ara’s chest, “What the fuck Marc?! Why are you cutting through my fucking clothes like that you stupid-”

Ara was abruptly cut off by a deep growl and a loud TWANG sound. Her eyes widened as she turned her gaze slightly to the right to see the knife Marc had just used right next to her head, embedded so deeply into the wooden floor board beneath them that only the handle remained sticking out of the whole 9-inch blade.

Marc grabbed a fistful of her curls, roughly yanking her body upwards to his chest, “You’ve done enough talking, sweetheart,” he breathed against her ear, using his free hand to tug at her pert nipples causing her to yelp loudly, “Now I need you to shut the fuck up like a good little whore and take your punishment.”

His enhanced speed and strength always took Ara by surprise, one second they were on the floor, the next they were on the bed, where she was once again face down ass up. Conveniently, she faced the large mirror in the corner of the room angled towards the bed. Ara wasn’t stupid, she knew had an audience right now and that her words likely pissed off Steven and Jake as well, and that they were watching everything Marc was about to do to her right now. A flood of heat washed over her body straight down her core, wetness pooling between her thighs and practically dripping from her core at the thought of being watched by her men.

Marc cold laugh sent shivers down Ara’s spine as she felt his heavy presence on the bed behind her, his fingers grazing her core and collecting her essence over them, “Just a little roughhousing and you’re already this wet for me? Such a naughty little whore aren’t you?”

The snarky comeback Ara had died in her throat once she looked up and made eye contact with Marc through the mirror. There was a crazed, devious look in his eyes, with a matching smirk gracing his full pink lips as he held up another belt of his, already formed into a loop with an end that he could tightened at will. He slipped it over her head and around her neck, wasting now time in using the end to tighten the belt, cutting off her airflow immediately.

“What’s the safe word, doll?”

Ara was already feeling overwhelmed, and the fact that he asked for safe word confirmation let her know that she was truly in for a long night, “K-knight!” She yelped again, getting choked on her words as she felt two of his large fingers plunge deep into her, setting a fast pace drawing out obscene moans from Ara.

“That’s a much better sound to hear from your mouth, baby, not all that cursing,” Marc taunted, using the end of the belt around her neck to jerk her head up towards the mirror, “Keep your eyes on the mirror at all times, let them see how much of a good little whore you are for us.”

It was embarrassing for Ara, how she could feel herself tightening around his fingers at those words, how her breasts felt heavy and nipples began to ache from being hard for so long without any relief or attention, “Y-yes sir.”

Marc chuckled, letting out a soft ‘good girl�� before tightening the neck belt, cutting off a good chunk of her oxygen. Not enough to suffocate her but enough to make her light headed and enter the beginning stages of wooziness as he added a third finger into her core, working her open and preparing her to take his cock. Even just his fingers made Ara feel so full, her hips snapping back on their own accord, her body wanting more and more pleasure. Marc let her body continue on with her ministrations as he put his mouth to work, trailing kisses and leaving hickeys all over her neck and down her spine. He made sure to mark his territory very well, the possessiveness in him driving him near mad with the need to claim her and make sure everyone else knew that she was his and no one else’s.

He could tell she was close to coming, he could hear it in how frequent and more high pitched her moans were becoming, how she tightened around his fingers, simultaneously pushing him out and sucking him back in. His restraint was waning, he knew he would last much longer before needed to sink in her heat and feel those tight velvety walls wrapped around his cock.

Roughly he pulled his fingers out of her core, a loud whine escaping Ara as he worked quickly to free his aching cock out of his pants, “Now you know the rules sweetheart, you can only come on my cock after you’ve properly begged for it. Don’t go making your punishment worse and break that rule now.”

Ara babbled incoherent pleas, deepening her arch and pushing her hips back against Marcs as she could feel the fat tip of his large cock drag up and down her folds, mercilessly teasing her while coating him with her slick, “P-please sir, I promise I will be a good girl for you just please me sir pretty please-”

One brutal thrust cuts off Aras pleas and steals whatever air was left in her lungs. He gave no time for the woman to adjust to the large intrusion as he set a fast and unforgiving pace. All you could hear ringing throughout the room was skin slapping, her cries, and his grunts as Marc ruthlessly took her over and over. He used his weight to his advantage, pressing her further into the mattress, one hand holding onto both loose ends of the belts and tightening them at will. The other gripped her, practically palming her scalp as he pressed the side of her face into the mattress while making sure she kept her gaze on the mirror. She could not see Steven or Jake, no, only those three had the privilege of seeing each other through mirrors. But she knew they were there, watching and waiting for their turns to ruin her as well.

Marc was too deep for Ara to handle, he was hitting spots that only he seemed to know about and could magically find. She could barely handle it, the deep thrusts, the lewd noises her cunt was making, the belt around her neck constantly loosening and tightening, playing a cruel game of breathing with her. The feeling of his hard body on top of hers, using her and pushing her past her limits, it was all too much. Still, she matched him thrust for thrust, chasing that building pressure in her core waiting for euphoria to overtake her entire being.

“M-marc, sir can I please come? Pretty please sir I need it, I need to come around your cock you feel so good inside me please~” she begged, she could feel that she was moments away from exploding around him.

Ara’s pleas were like music to Marcs ears, the most beautiful symphony in the world only meant for him to hear, “Go ahead and come baby, I’m right behind you.”

Ara let out one last cry, body shaking as she felt her pussy ripple in waves around Marc’s cock. Moments later Marc’s hips sputtered, giving one last hard thrust before spilling his seed deep inside Ara’s womb, filling her channel to the brim. Ara felt like she was in another world, her mind completely shattered and gone as she felt the belt loosen around her neck and slip off her head, Marc’s lips immediately coming down on her to kiss and soothe the marks left ingrained to her skin.

Marc gently pulled out of her, and audibly ‘pop’ could be heard as he slid out her folds and took a moment to admire the sight before him. Ara, covered in sweat and his bite marks, eyes glaze over with a fucked out look on her face, tears staining her cheeks, arms still tied behind her back, his cum thick and leaking out her gaping hole. There was no better sight on earth, no amount of artwork that could be considered more beautiful than the woman laying before him.

Marc adjusted her position, turning her over and cradling her in his arms, using one hand to cup her face and wipe away the tears, “Are you ok sweetheart?”

Ara took a few minutes to respond, slowly coming down from her high and just enjoying being in her man's arms, “That depends, do you plan on sleeping with another bitch anytime soon?”

Even with her relaxed tone and calm expression, Marc could hear the spite in her words and see the anger she held in her eyes, “I am sorry for doing what I did back at the club. You’re right, I could’ve done a million other things to have gotten what I needed. And I’m sorry for what I said to you, I never meant a word of it at all.”

Ara hummed, burying her face in Marc's neck before replying, “Oh I know you’re sorry. I knew it when I shot the gun and saw the panicked look in your eyes, you can’t hide everything from me, Marc Spector.”

Marc scoffed, rolling his eyes while tightening his hold around her, “Really now? If you knew I was sorry then, why did you go and make those threats hmm?”

“Because it’s fun getting you all riled up, it makes for one hell of a good scene don’t you think?” Ara giggled before gesturing to her arms behind her, “Now do you think you could untie me?”

“Oh sweetheart, I wasn’t the only one you fired up,” Marc kissed her lips feverishly as his eyes rolled back and his body jolted, a telltale sign another personality has taken over, “Now love I think it’s my turn to deliver your punishment now, innit? I guess sweetie Stevie has to show you he isn’t so sweet now is it?”

#moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #marc spector #marc spector smut #dacryphilia #moon knight x oc #moonknight smut #marvel mcu

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lilacevans · 1 year ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

happy vals day babies!!!!<333 here's how you'd spend valentines day with each of the men from pete's place! this is just short and sweet, a little gift for being inactive these past couple weeks!! am finally feeling a little better- just dealing with some wisdom tooth painnn. anywaaaaaay, enjoy besties<33 let me know your favourite! mwah!<3

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐫𝐢

✧.*ೃ ari plans a night under the stars. a complete surprise. led out blindfolded, mouth wide at the sight. ✧.*ೃ handmade fort, soft pillows and blankets. picnic and wine. portable speaker playing your favourite music. ✧.*ೃ of course you spend time between his thighs in return, he wants to make sure you're not able to speak the following day (mainly so you can't rat him out on what a romantic he is)

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

✧.*ೃ holy hell. the brute can cook. like, really cook. candlelight dinner, and everything is personally made by curtis. paired wine, matching outfits, fairy lights and roaring fireplace. ✧.*ೃ while dinner is spent mainly in silence, it's one of those times you welcome it. it's comfy. he makes it comfy. footsy under the table, soft smiles and bashful laughter. ✧.*ೃ but don't worry. you'll soon remember of why you fear him. a little chase after dinner? how could you possibly? and that's exactly why you're told to run, and may the good lord help you when he does.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

✧.*ೃ sweet stevie would plan a little book/painting date. he'd decorate the manor library, pick out some of your favourite books. gets your favourite drinks, snacks, pastries, etc. ✧.*ೃ the night spent giggling away while you read your book aloud while steve sketches/paints you, until you end up watching a sappy movie while cuddled on a fuzzy rug, snug under a blanket. ✧.*ೃ hands roam, finding their way under clothes. soft kisses turn into burning need.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞

✧.*ೃ rock music, beer, pjs and games! it's a night filled of mario kart, mortal kombat, etc. knocking each others controllers, hurling insults and giggling like children. ✧.*ೃ pillow fights, play fighting that leads to you pinned on the couch, shrieking and laughing as jake tickles your sides, goading you to go back at him. ✧.*ೃ of course this leads to some fucking right there on the couch, jakes filthy mouth, your obscene moans mixed with the loading screen of a game and the music.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞

✧.*ೃ in his sick little head, i think the man believes he's doing a nice thing by buying you a shit-ton of lingerie and asking you to model it for him while he gawks at you like an utter perv. damn the fact he's got a nice dick and knows how you use it bc damn it you're modelling your ass off to get it. ✧.*ೃ of course he wants a lapdance while you tell him what a perfect man he is, how grateful you are, how much you need him. ✧.*ೃ it's only when you're bouncing on his cock that he's spilling on the fact all he thinks and breathes is you. how lucky he is to have you, how much he adores you. kinda sad he'll deny it if you were to ask him about it the next day.

✧˚ · .ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

✧.*ೃ if you thought you would be doing anything else other than knelt at this man's feet then you are a damn fool and you deserve it tbh. let's not pretend that's a bad way to spend vals day, anyway. ✧.*ೃ however, you're getting alllllll the pet names and praise. he's strangely lovey. more handsy, hits a little softer, sounds a little sweeter. biggest shock is when he thanks you for all the depravity you allow him to inflict on you. ✧.*ೃ you're helped in the shower, dressed comfy for bed and cuddled in his arms after a longgggggg session. it's nice.

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sarahghetti · 2 years ago

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Could we get a mix of 27, 28, and 40 with the moonknight guys! Love your work! xx -V

ooooo had a lot of fun with this one!! request more kisses from this list!

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: you go to steven's work event with the boys. aka, the boys + a comforting kiss (#40), a sloppy kiss (#28), and a soft kiss (#27).

warnings: none! only fluff <3

word count: 1.3k

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Warm, low-hanging lights are strewn throughout the ballroom, and chatter fills the air. The band’s playing something jazzier than they were at the start of the evening, and you can see the effect it’s having on Steven’s coworkers with the increasing sway of their hips.

Well, that, and all free drinks are probably hitting them by now.

There’s no sign of Steven, though; his neatly styled curls and the sharp lines of his suit are nowhere to be found. You frown. He was only supposed to be away for a few moments while he grabbed some water.

“Excuse me,” you smile before slipping away from the group you were talking to. He’s been gone a little too long to have been in the washroom, and you’re awkwardly peering at the door when you feel your phone buzz.

I’m outside.

It’s quieter in the courtyard, a small gardenesque area with shrubs and park benches lining the edges of a lawn. You spot him instantly. His back is to you, arms crossed as he leans against lamplight. But there’s a stiffness in his shoulders that’s a bit much for your Stevie.

“Hey, Marc,” you greet and he startles, tension easing from his body as you rest your hands on his chest. Steven’s tie hangs loosely around his neck, and a curl falls onto his forehead from how much he must’ve been messing with his hair. “You okay? Didn’t think I’d see you tonight.”

“Neither did I,” he mutters, scowling over your shoulder towards Steven’s work event. The bright lights and busy crowds—it’s all precisely what Marc tends to avoid. You cup his cheek, worried, and his gaze finds yours again. “I’m fine. Just needed some air. Steven should be back soon.”

There’s an unsaid or else at the end of that last sentence and you snort, leaning forward to brush your nose against his. His arms come up to wrap around your waist; his hands clench into fists behind your back.

“I’ll wait out here with you, then,” you say. You feel Marc tense up underneath you as he readies himself to absolve you of the responsibility, to tell you to just go back inside and enjoy the party, but you’re faster.

You tug lightly at his neck, and he folds easily under your touch—always willing to do whatever you ask of him—until you’re able to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. He lets out a long breath, clutching at your back to keep you close as his eyes flutter shut.

“As long as you need.” You affirm, and Marc nods mutely. Through half-lidded eyes, he’s far more at ease than when you first found him, looking at you so softly like you hold his heart in your hands, like you’re the cure for all his ailments.

Like you give him peace.

Steven’s not one to get drunk very often, and you’re beginning to see why.

“C’mon, Stevie.” You tug lightly on his arm as he waves over his shoulder, still saying goodbye to his coworkers even as you’re trying to escort him home. An exasperated smile pulls on your lips. “Let’s get to you to bed.”

“Wasn’t that a blast, love? I can’t believe they got Dr. Ibrahim as the keynote speaker, oh, her work is incredible—” All the alcohol has loosened his lips, and no amount of stumbling over his words stops his thoughts from streaming out anyway. If Steven is enthusiastic while sober, then he’s positively beaming now.

He continues to babble into the night. You hum in affirmation as you eye the streets for a cab, cool air nipping at your skin. It’s colder than you thought it would be. You’d forgone a jacket in the name of fashion and look at you now, rubbing your arms in a lame attempt to generate some heat.

Steven acts immediately. One second, you’re yearning for the warmth of a car interior and the next, Steven’s suit jacket is draped onto your shoulders from behind. His hands, still gripping the lapels, wrap around your torso in a hug as he bundles you up like a cocoon and proceeds to not let go.

“Steven—” You laugh as his weight presses down on you, his breath warm against your ear. He pulls you impossibly closer so that you feel the entire length of him against your body, then cranes his neck to press sloppy kisses on your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—anywhere his lips can reach. You splutter. “We gotta get home!”

“In a bit,” he promises in between trailing his kisses down your skin, snickering at how you squirm, ticklish. “Have I told you how lovely you look tonight? Because you look gorgeous—radiant, darling.”

It’s like you can hear the moment when his focus switches from the event to you, and the air is promptly filled with his glowing praise in between the loud smacks of his lips. When he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder, you think, surely, he’s done now. But all he does is switch to your other side and start his journey anew. “Just—one—more.”

Drunk Steven is a mushy liar, but in the warmth of his embrace, your cheeks straining against how widely you’re grinning—you can’t complain all that much.

Steven toes off his shoes as he makes his way through the living room, then promptly faceplants onto the couch.

You can’t help but laugh, prodding at his back in an attempt to stir him. “Steven—Stevie, you’re so close, just a few more steps to the bed, up you come.”

His response is garbled nonsense into the throw pillow, although there’s an intonation in his voice that makes you pause. He continues, words still too muffled to understand, but you can make out the accent more clearly now that you’re looking for it.

“Hang on—Jake? Is that you?”

An affirming groan.

Your hand languidly strokes his back, condoling. “Did Steven leave you to take care of the body?”

Finally, Jake turns his head, and the indignant pout on his face is truly something to behold. “Steven just passed out. Marc is probably mad that I accidentally put him in the driver’s seat earlier.”

“So that’s what happened.” You shake your head. Still, you lightly tug at his arm to try to get him up. “C’mon—it’s bedtime.”

His eyes flutter shut. “Just let me sleep here.”

You quickly do a once-over. Half his body is hanging off the couch, arm and leg resting on the floorboards. His neck is angled in a way that’ll kill whoever wakes up tomorrow morning, and that doesn’t even cover the hangover that’s surely waiting for them. You tug at him again. “Nuh-uh. Let’s go, Lockley.”

Reluctantly, he follows, feet dragging on the ground as you lead him to the bathroom. He complains the whole way through the shower and brushing his teeth, and you do feel a little bad even though it’s for his own good. Exhaustion seeps into his movements, and he nearly knocks over the cup of water on the nightstand as he gets into bed.

You slip in beside him, brushing damp curls away from his face. Already half-asleep, he leans into your touch.

“Can’t believe Steven left me here. ¿Qué te gusta decir? This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

Now it’s your turn to pout, feigning disappointment. “Aw, that hurts.”

You try to remove your hand in order to settle in, but his hand comes to cover yours, keeping you close. Without opening his eyes, he presses a lingering kiss to your palm. A sleepy sincerity has replaced his annoyance. “Cada momento a tu lado es una bendición. Sleep well, darling.”

You can't help but smile back. “Good night, Jake.”

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight fanfic #my writing #moon knight asked #thank you for requesting !!

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Mutually Exclusive | Entry One

Entry One: Memories Relived

༘ Jake x f oc (Annalise)

༘2.7k words

༘warnings: language, illusions to sex

A/N: This is a first chapter to test the waters on if I should carry out a full fic of this so I'd love any feedback 🤍

Summary: In an ongoing letter to Annalise, Jake tells the perspective of his early adult life— living out his dream with his brothers and her seemingly always by his side. But when the band gets signed to a record label based out of Nashville, Anna struggles with the ability to pack up and leave. With a complicated dynamic by the day his flight leaves, Jake outlines his struggles and worries from the day he left Anna. All things that flood back the moment she shows up out of nowhere three years later.

Entry One:

I vividly remember the first time I met you, you’re barely your own person at fourteen but you were already so– you. Josh had joined the theater club and he couldn’t shut up about you. He went on and on for hours about how you jumped on stage, singing when you were told to sing and even crying with real tears on command. It didn’t take long for me to be captivated by you as well– usually I found the best reason to be out of the house when Josh had the theater group over for practices but once you began to tag along, my social life seemed to free up.

These run ins seemed to be more frequent– you quit the theater club after your first year but you never stopped coming around. Your mother rarely left her bed much past getting a glass of water and your father worked himself to death by the time you were sixteen. Our house quickly became yours too and I never minded, you stayed up even later than me and you spoke in your sleep– I could hear it through the walls when the guest bedroom slowly became entirely yours to decorate, filling it with posters of Jeff Buckley and Stevie Nicks until nearly every inch of the wallpaper had disappeared. My younger brother began to tease me for how much time I spent with you– claiming it was some hopeless crush I had, chasing after a girl who had no idea I was infatuated with her, it made me wonder at times if he saw something that even I didn’t see. Even with the comments they never seemed to phase me, never seemed to shutter the bond that you and I had created. I was really locked in on the band once we hit our senior year, convincing Josh to dedicate a few days a week to the garage and even picking Sam and his best friend Danny up early from school some Fridays for gigs without our mom knowing. You always took our pictures, claiming if we were gonna be a good band we needed some half decent shots. My father lent you his old camera and you became our very own band photographer. Still to this day we’ll all agree that you were just finding a way to feel included on nights we had gigs. By the time we graduated I couldn’t imagine having anyone else behind the stage with us.

We even went to the same school after graduation, you stayed on campus to live out some 2000’s college girl movie dream but I stayed back home and drove to campus each morning. College bars paid us $200 a night for playing from eleven until three am and we took as many as we could get. I promised my parents I’d stay in school while we played, giving me some form of plan b I never intended on using but it was either that or she’d stop letting us take Sam into bars for our shows. Small dive bars at two am quickly turned into real gigs all around town, soon we felt like a real band with a direction being paved for us. Those memories have always been accompanied by the last semester I ever enrolled in.

•••

We moved you back into your dorm, the ice still covered the walkway as we carried the rest of your boxes inside the old building– smelling of damp carpeting and old heat units. You always needed more than you packed and it drove Josh insane every year.

“You have a kitchen, why do you need a second fridge for your bedroom–” He mumbles, trudging up towards the flight of stairs.

“I don’t know my roommate, I don’t want her stealing my drinks while I’m sleeping,” You shrug, swiftly cutting past him and down a small hallway, Josh turning to look at me as I meet him with a matching shrug.

He glances down, watching you tap an elevator button with your elbow which causes him to shake his head, “could’ve told me there was a fucking elevator for our first four trips up to your room,” He mumbles under his breath, looking over his shoulder as I pass, offering a gently pat on his arm before sliding past.

“I thought you knew!” You say defensively as I watch a small smirk spread on your lips. “There’s a big sign when you first walk in that even says it.”

Josh opened his mouth for a rebuttal, quickly clamping it shut with another shake of his head and tapping the third floor button. I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, Josh’s gaze shooting to me immediately “What are you laughing at Jake?” He snaps, “All you’re carrying is a comforter, you wanna switch?”

I shrug, dropping the comforter by his feet before holding out my arms, grabbing the small fridge from his arms. “You’re a real complainer nowadays,” I say out to him as the elevator doors open, making my way down the hall first to see your apartment door open, “I thought you said you closed this,” I call back to Josh, the two of you trailing behind me.

“I did!” He calls out, “Maybe it's the wind.”

“No wind!” A voice called from inside the door, I took the first few steps in, noticing a set of boxes sat on the couch right inside the door. A short girl rounded from the small kitchenette, she held a grocery bag in her hand and her tight brown curls were pulled back by an old faded bandana. “Are you… my roommate?” She asks skeptically, smiling as I meet her with a quick denial.

“No sorry I’m– um– just helping with the move–” I explain, watching you round the corner.

“I’m your roommate,” You smile, extending your hand out from underneath the box. “I’m Annalise but you can call me Anna.”

The girl smiles, shaking your hand before shaking mine and Josh’s, “Juliet–” She replies, “and you are?” She asks, her gaze lingering on me a beat longer than anyone else.

The eye contact caused my cheeks to heat up slightly as if on their own, “Right. I’m Jake-” I introduce myself, her fingers slowly grazing my palm as she pulls away from the shake.

“Lovely to meet you…” She smiles, turning her attention back to you, “Especially you, Anna– I took the liberty of loading my stuff into the smaller room, had a feeling you already set up in the bigger one.”

I could feel your eyes on me as her touches seemed to linger on my skin, you rolled your eyes at me slightly before finally turning your attention back to what she was saying. “I’ll just be setting up all my stuff just let me know if you need me,” You smiled to her, Josh and I following closely behind you. “Do not even think about it.” You said to me the moment the door closed. I could barely put down the things in my hand before feeling your scowl on me.

“What are you talking about-” I ask, Josh giggling as he sat up on your bed, taking the liberty to rip open a few boxes while you stayed focused on me.

“I saw her looking at you. Do not under any circumstances try to fuck my new roommate.” Your gaze narrowed, pulling a box from my hands and taking it into your own.

“Who said I wanted to!” I ask defensively. You weren't wrong, she intrigued me to say the least but was it really that bad of a thing?

“Because I know you. Don’t do it” You warn, “I have to live with her for the rest of the year. I do not need to put up with hearing about you like that for the next five months.”

“She kind of looks like you a little” Josh chimes in as he picks through the box of snacks he very thoughtfully chose to open first.

“Ew no c’mon don’t say that” I groan, shaking my head. He was right, her hair was the exact same color, her eyes shone the same shade of green and even her smile had a slight crook to it like yours did.

“No Josh you’re absolutely right and you know what Jacob I hope it ruins it for you” You bite, tossing your comforter from the floor and onto the bed beside Josh.

“Whatever okay” I roll my eyes, watching as you open up another box “I'm not that terrible to hear about, don't act like i'm horrible.”

•

Those next few weeks I crashed on your couch between classes, even spending nights there after late Sunday gigs. It was better than driving back and forth to the house and Juliet never seemed to mind. One club had a standing gig with us on the first Sunday of the month, we played the last set of the night and we even started getting a regular crowd to show up and see us. It was small but had a real backstage, it felt like the real deal to us. “I’m not even here stop looking at me,” You giggled, waving Josh off as he kept glancing into the camera lens. “Jake you're next-”

Your voice was faint, my focus on the conversation I was having with Juliet as she tagged along for the night. Her hair was down, draped over her shoulders and it framed the heart shaped neckline of her top. I wish I could say I barely noticed how low cut it was but that would be a lie and she knew it. “No, I never really get the chance to go out to shows. I'm really excited to see you out there.” She smiles, leaning against the beam running floor to ceiling beside one of the curtains.

“The real show is from the front, you should make your way out to the floor to see.” I smile, feeling her fingers brushing my arm. She didn’t even hide that she was flirting with me and at one point I stopped caring and started flirting back.

“Jake-” You repeat, pulling me from my conversation as I look over.

“My turn?” I ask, still feeling Juliet’s eyes wandering across the features of my face as you nod. “Don’t move, hm?” I smile at her, offering a small wink before walking over to you. “Alright where do you want me?”

“Just go fix your hair in the mirror, I need more candid stuff” You say, your tone flattening from what I heard you using with Josh.

“You don't have to get all weird,” I mumble, taking my fingers to gently rake them through my hair. “It's harmless flirting,” You don't reply, the click of your camera is all I can hear, so I keep talking, “Even if something happens you don't have to know about it-”

“Stop talking your messing up the shot,” You finally say, and all I can do is sigh in response. “You can do whatever you want, I just don't need to hear about you two if it happens.” You continue after a few moments of silence, “it's gross.”

I can't help but chuckle, rolling my eyes “You're so dramatic.” Finally turning to look at you, “Like I didn’t have to hear about that god awful sociology TA you had ‘sexual tension’ with all last year.”

You grab a pillow from the small chair in the room, throwing it at me as I start to laugh. “We did, he wanted me and that's why I passed with a 97 on my exam. You're just gonna take the only friend I made here and fuck her.”

I roll my eyes, “You can be friends with her and I can fuck her, they’re not mutually exclusive.”

•

I spent that night on the couch, Juliet leaving for her own bedroom not long before you went to bed as well. I shifted on the couch, finally settling in before needing to shift again. It must've been near two am by the time I felt sleep crowding my vision, jolting back awake to the quiet sound of a door knob twisting open. The soft light from Juliet’s bedroom filled the space just inside the living room, enough for my eyes to adjust to her outline, she glanced at me, offering me a small smile as she noticed I was awake. “Did I wake you up?” She whispers softly, I shake my head in response, “Oh good-” Her eyes linger on me for a moment before making her way past me to the kitchen. I couldn't help but watch as she passed, the warm light outlined her silhouette, her shorts barely covered to her thighs and her shirt lifted up her stomach slightly as she reached into the cabinet for a glass.

“It’s very rude to stare,” I hear her whisper, my cheeks warming slightly as I realize she noticed my lingering stares.

“Oh um I’m-” I start, noticing a smile on her lips as she looks at me.

“I don't mind,” She replies, filling the glass halfway with water before leaning against the counter. Her fingers gripped the edge of it as she brought the glass to her lips. I sat up further, seeing her rested against the counter as she looked at me from over the back of the couch. “Anna didn't seem too happy that you were flirting with me tonight.” She says after a few moments of silence. “You two have something going on?”

I can't help but laugh, quickly clearing my throat to cover it up “Sorry no… no nothing,” I correct her, shaking my head, “She just doesn't wanna hear if something happens… The girls she’s friends with and the girls I date aren't allowed to mix apparently.”

She nods, setting her glass on the counter before stepping towards me. “It doesn't matter though if she doesn't know they mix,” she smiles, “right?” She was standing at the arm of the couch by now and I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away from her, all I could muster up was a small nod. “I’m just saying I’m not one to kiss and tell…”

I sat up the rest of the way, allowing her to sit in front of me on the couch. “You're not one to be subtle are you?” I finally ask, watching as she rests her elbow on the back of the couch, shaking her head as she rests it on her palm.

“I’m not… But then again you're not very subtle yourself” She smiles, watching my eyes trail to your bedroom door. “She's not gonna wake up… We both know that.” She says softly, my attention turning back to her as I feel her fingers graze my knee. Everything in those next moments felt like a blur, a sped up memory and before I could think her lips were on mine. My hand cupped her jaw as her lips pressed to mine, parting slightly as her tongue slid past my lips and dipped into my mouth. My thumb circled her jaw softly as my other hand dropped to her hip, my teeth gently tugging at her bottom lip which pulled a quiet moan from her. My mind swirled as I continued to kiss her, my lips were sore but I craved to taste her even more.

“We should stop” She whispers against my lips, I nod and kiss her harder and she gently tugs at my hair. “Or you can come in my bedroom-” Her words fell from her lips in nearly a whimper, I nodded eagerly, barely able to stand and follow her to her room before I kissed her again.

The night with her came in flashes, the sheer impulsivity of the decision stayed in my mind in bits and pieces but the most I could remember was waking up the next morning. She laid beside me, the blanket covering her bare chest as the sun just barely lit up parts of the room. I knew I wasn't supposed to be in there but I barely remembered even falling asleep beside her. I slid on my shorts quietly, slipping out of her room in an attempt to make my way back to the couch before you left your room, but stopping dead in my tracks as you stood in the kitchen.

“Anna-” I whisper. I don't know why the sight of you had me frozen in place, like I was caught in some terrible act. You glanced up at me, looking me over for only a moment before picking up your mug and walking into your bedroom without another word.

#jake kiszka #greta van fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka fic #jake kiskza x reader #mutually exclusive

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plethora-of-imagines · 1 year ago

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Silk Lingerie

AN: Practically unedited but here is the first longer fic I have made in a long time!

Prompt:

Shopping for 'that special outfit' is harder than it looks when you're dating all the moon boys. They each like something slightly different, but you want to find something all of them can enjoy- and when you do, their reaction is almost magical 👑🦇

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: smut/lemon, inaccurate portrayal of DID

"Oh, love," Stevens' voice was filled with awe. Not quite breaking but consumed with emotion making it thick. "What have we done to deserve such a treat? You're just too good to us, truly."

The soft silk of the slip dress had been chosen just for Steven to touch, the buttons just to build the anticipation as he worked to undress you. The lace of your undergarments peeking out from the low neckline to tease the others and make clear that this was for all of them.

Steven was hesitantly stroking the soft smooth fabric near your hips with reverence. His face scrunching up at the voices that for the moment only he could hear.

"I'm not letting either of you take control. There is silk and buttons," he paused as they likely spoke over each other. "Nope, not happening, mates. Silk and buttons! That's my special treat and you know it. Let me enjoy it and bugger off."

You laughed and took a moment to brush Steven's hair out of his face. Heart swelling as he leaned into your touch.

"Don't worry, my boys. I tried to have something for each of you.”

The cocky smile on their lips told you that against his wishes, Steven had control stolen away from him.

“Good. I would have to remind you not to forget the rest of us if you didn’t, princesa.”

“Jake, give Steven back the body,” your attempts to sound stern were laughable when compared to Jake’s stern voice.

Gripping your ass firmly with his hands he hummed in consideration. Leaning his body back to take in as much of your outfit as he could while still keeping his crotch against yours. You could feel their cock getting firmer with each second Jake admired you.

“Let me enjoy you all sexy and dolled up with my own eyes first. Stevie isn’t the only one to love a bit of silk.”

“Jake you love basically everything,” you laughed.

“Mhhh, must be a side effect of loving the most beautiful girl in the world then.” He sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you back the body Steven! Just stop with all the screaming and annoying songs.”

“It’s your turn after he undresses me,” you told Jake to ease his reluctice to give up the body, “then Marc’s. I’m planning to owe Steven a slow morning fuck tomorrow since he likely won’t get to fuck me tonight like you and Marc will.”

His hands released your ass in favor of creeping up your back. Mouth finding your collarbone in a manner that screamed Steven.

“If that’s okay with you Steven. I don’t want you to feel left out or shorted by this...”

Your attempts to seek reassurance about your idea fled your mind as the light bites and gentle kisses were pressed against your throat. Soft moans overtook any attempts to question if Steven felt shorted again. He certainly didn’t seem to feel shorted with the attention he was lavishing you with.

The top button of the dress popped open with ease. Steven’s fingers alternating between playing with the button and tracing patterns of hieroglyphics against your skin.

“I certainly don’t feel left out,” he muttered against your skin. “You dressed up just for us, in this silk and button number just for me. Gonna take my time yeah? Fully enjoy you until the others are screaming for me to let them have their turn. Make you feel so good that you think of me while they fuck you proper.”

“Steven,” you moaned.

Your stomach was filled with butterflies in the best of ways. You were already aching for him. Still lavishing your body with affection he slowly messed with the second button. Beginning to unbutton it before changing his mind and closing it again. Fiddling with it like he tended to mess with his sleeves. You had always lovingly called his too long sweaters his sweater paws.

“Steven, please,” you begged.

You knew that he could keep up this torture for hours.

In answer to your pleas he slowly trailed his kisses down your throat to the skin right above the valley of your breasts. Sucking lightly at your skin until a small hiss passed your lips. While you were distracted he finally committed to opening the second button. Hands sliding under the slip dress to cradle your breasts for a moment before moving on to their real goal. Pushing off the thin straps to make the fabric pool off of your breasts, the sage green lace of the teddy you were wearing was further exposed to him. Remaining buttons kept the silk from slipping off of your body any further than Steven wanted it. Lying just below your beautiful breasts.

“Well isn’t that just the prettiest sight known to man. Almost a shame that no one else but the three of us gets to see it,” Steven delighted in your burning cheeks, the closest approximation to a mischievous smile he could manage breaking out on his lips.

Groaning you wordlessly tried to beg him for more.

Taking pity on you, Steven’s lips enveloped your breast. Sucking your nipple through the lace covering you from sight. A strangled moan filled the air between you, throwing your head back in bliss. Warmth flooded your veins, your clit pulsing in need. Fingers threaded themselves through your hair. Holding you in place with a guiding hand.

His lips were so warm. Alternating between sucking firmly on your nipples, soaking the lace with his tongue, and pressing open mouthed kisses to your tit. One hand tangling into the silk pooling along your back. The other, the other was gently squeezing your neglected tit. Just a nice, firm pressure. Your hips subconsciously ground against his. Steven didn’t hesitate to slide his thigh between your legs, letting you thrust against him.

Your hands grasped onto Steven’s head, pulling him gently up by his hair to meet your lips. Sloppy kisses, broken only by gasps for air and needy moans.

A bite to your lower lip, had you pulling back with a small squeak.

“Sorry, princesa,” Jake teased, sounding not at all sorry for his hard nip. “But Steven and you were getting far too worked up, and the rest of us want to get our turn.”

Jake’s steady hands made quick work of the remaining buttons. Hands sliding underneath the pooling fabric at your hips. Simply, sliding it off your body. Down onto the floor. A light pressure against your thighs encouraged you to jump into Jake’s arms. Letting him carry you to the bed as he devoured your mouth with kisses.

He didn’t bother to step away when he broke the kiss for a precious few seconds to yank the shirt Steven had been wearing over his head. Throwing it across the room to land closer to where your dress had been discarded.

He took those few seconds to also admire your appearance before his hands and lips were once again on you. Moaning against your skin as he moved to suck a hickey onto your neck. Hands teasing down into the opening near your crotch on the lace bodysuit.

Fingers sliding against your pussy, collecting every drop of arousal they could from between your legs.

Pulling away, he murmured teasingly, “I’m not the only one excited princessa.”

Jake looked you dead in the eyes as he brought his slick covered fingers to his mouth. Sucking them clean, a sting of saliva followed them along as he returned them to your clit. Circling as he watched your eyes roll back. Soft pleas filled the air as you fell apart on his fingers. The first finger entered you slowly with no resistance. The second was able to easily slip in as well. Spreading and searching for the spot that would make your body writhe. As if he didn’t already know exactly where that spot was. Gentle pressure spread you open as his thumb flicked lazily at your clit.

“Just take one more, one more and then you can come apart on our cock.”

Whimpering as the small burn that his third finger caused as it pushed inside. Feeling so full and stretched. When his fingers left your dripping pussy you could feel your arousal leaking out of you. With eyes that struggled to stay fully open you watched as he covered his hard, leaking cock with your juices.

The pressure as his cock slowly slid inside had you squirming. His hands reaching out to hold you still by your hips. Clenching around him as each inch filled you.

“Mhmmm,” you struggled to hold back your sounds of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the feeling.

Feeling his balls against your skin, knowing that he was fully inside you prepared yourself to feel him move. But he didn’t.

“How do you want it,” Jake refused to move until you answered. “Does my precious princessa want it fast and hard?”

“Mhm!” You hummed your agreement, foolishly hoping that he would take that as an answer.

“That’s not an answer, I need you to use your pretty words, mi amor,” he teased.

“Please,” your cheeks were flushed from both need and slight humiliation at being made to say it out loud. A sort of state only Jake seemed to be able to stir in you. “Please fuck me hard, Jake.”

Squealing as you were granted what you asked for. The force pushing you against the sheets, sliding up until Jake grabbed your shoulders and dragged you back to meet his cock again.

You could feel his cock twitching as he groaned. Head falling back in his bliss.

“Oh fuck, how the hell did Jake not cum! Fuck, baby girl you feel so good.”

Scattered thrusts that had no pattern or consistency emphasized Marc’s inability to keep still so close to release.

“Bet you planned for me to take that pretty number off of you and have you in just these” snapping the garters against your skin with a smile pressed into your skin, “pretty things. But you feel too good to stop. I can understand why Jake likes to see you like this. It’s cute how much of a mess you are, pretty girl.”

“I,” skin feeling warm as you managed to get flustered.

You whined as he halted your attempts to hide your face before they could happen, “Marc!”

Kisses devouring you once again. As he kissed the remaining breath out of you as he thrust, over and over again.

The warm feeling as your pussy was coated in Marc’s seed from the inside had you shivering. It felt so good. Not even bothering to pull out, he continued to fuck you with gentle thrust. Fingers playing with your clit with a skill you didn’t even have.

The uncontrollable twitches of your body as you reached your peak left you limp. Marc’s body falling on top of you.

“Second round in the shower?”

His impish smile teased that it wouldn't be the last round.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #marc x reader #steven x reader #jake x reader #anon

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gretavanfunk · 8 months ago

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Fighting Fire (Series)

Chapter Fourteen

Word Count: 8,120

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: sexual content 18+, minors DNI

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 we are getting close to the end, you guys!

Chapter Fourteen Playlist for the vibes!

Sam pouted as he reached for his wine glass and noticed it was empty. Stevie had originally planned to rush and get Sam to go home, but after reconciling, she realized she just wanted him to stay. So now, they were tangled in each other and drinking orange juice from wine glasses on the couch.

"So," Stevie smiled, taking the glass out of his hand and setting it down on the coffee table, "Circling back to this, why do you have Josh's car?"

Sam chuckled and reached his hands for her hips again, pulling her close to him, "The twins are in town visiting my parents. They pretty much forced me into the car."

"Oh, I see," Stevie narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips together, "So, you only came over here and professed your love for me because your brothers told you to."

"Stevie," Sam rolled his eyes, "Give me a break."

She laughed and kissed him quickly, squeezing his shoulders with her hands, "Remind me to thank Josh later."

"Well," Sam scoffed, "You'd be surprised to know that Jake was the most convincing."

Stevie backed away from Sam and raised her eyebrows with a smirk, "Oh really?"

Sam nodded, humming in confirmation, "Oh yeah, it was very dramatic too. You would have loved it!"

"What did he say?" Stevie eyed Sam suspiciously and he smiled, "Something like 'you can't let her go" or along those lines."

"Aww, Jake," Stevie blushed, "That's sweet."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam rolled his eyes, "He's great. Moving on!"

"Sam, come on," Stevie chuckled teasingly, "The jealousy has no leg to stand on anymore. You are my boyfriend now."

Sam's cheeks flushed and he smiled wide, "Can you say that again?"

Stevie groaned and Sam kissed her jaw before nuzzling his face against her neck, "Come on babe. Humor me."

She sighed and hugged him close to her, "You're my boyfriend."

"Ah, it's just so satisfying to hear you say it," Sam let out a little giggle and Stevie smiled.

"It feels kind of weird," Stevie giggled, "We're dating?"

"I mean," Sam laughed loudly, "We were doing a lot more than dating before we got here."

"Yeah," Stevie snuggled into him, "I guess we did everything backward."

She pressed a soft kiss onto his jaw and ran her hand through his hair, "I didn't know how I could ever forgive you, but I have slowly realized that anything material doesn't matter at the end of the day."

"Stevie," Sam whispered, "I can't go back and change what happened, no matter how much I wish I could."

"I know," Stevie sat up and looked at him sadly, "Nobody loved that boat as much as my dad did."

Stevie sighed and shook her head, "But, he's not here. And nothing is the same anymore. I don't want to go on pretending that everything I do needs to be for him. I don't want to go on pretending that I don't want you."

Sam hummed, resting his head on her shoulder, "It's okay to be upset with me, Stevie. It doesn't make me love you any less."

"No," Stevie smiled, "It's stupid to be mad over something so irrelevant to my life. I don't even fucking know how to drive a boat, Sam."

He smiled when he heard her laughter, feeling the vibration of her voice against his cheek. Sam didn't want to rush in and tell her that he had it fixed. He thought it would be better to see the look on her face when she saw it for herself. Honestly, he thought he'd have to beg her to come back to the lake house before she even thought about forgiving him, but it was more validating than anything to know she felt the same way he did about her.

"So, are you coming back to the lake house then?" Sam asked, lightly chuckling along with her.

She nodded and laughed harder, "Apparently my job is fully staffed for the first time ever."

Sam scoffed, "Well, I'm glad. It's not the same without you."

"You've been there the whole time?" Stevie pulled away from him, cocking her eyebrow.

Sam sighed and held his hands up in defense, "Yes, but I couldn't just go home! I had to do something, anything at all."

Stevie kept her poker face for another second before the corners of her lips curved up into a small smirk, "Of course you did. I knew you wouldn't leave."

"What?" Sam narrowed his eyes and sassed her, "How would you know?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled wider, "You never do anything I tell you to do, Sam."

"That's not true!" Sam argued, "I do lots of things you tell me to do!"

Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and inched his way towards her, making Stevie roll her eyes, "Yeah! When it benefits you!"

Sam smiled and shrugged, "Touché."

Stevie stopped fighting him off and let him wrap his arms around her again, sighing at the warmth of his body and resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"Why don't we go now?" she asked, and Sam looked down at her confusedly, "Right now?"

"I mean why not?" Stevie sat back and looked up at him with excitement, "I'm wide awake! I could drive the two hours, no problem!"

"It's kind of late, Stevie," Sam smiled, "I don't have any problem just holding you here all night."

"True," Stevie hummed, "But it would be nice to wake up to the sun on the water in the morning, don't you think?"

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip nervously, not wanting the surprise of all of the updates he did to the house to be wasted on the very minimal lighting of the middle of the night. However, this didn't go unnoticed by Stevie, who watched him with careful eyes.

"Sam," Stevie taunted, "Why are you getting all weird about going tonight? You love spontaneous plans!"

Sam drew a sharp breath and fought back laughter, "Well, I sort of have a surprise for you and I don't know if the middle of the night is the best time to show you."

Stevie gasped and sat up straighter, pulling herself off of him completely to pry, "Oh, God. What did you do?"

"Nothing! Nothing bad," Sam sighed with a smile, "I promise you'll love it! It just might not have the same effect at night as it will during the day."

She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, "Well fine, we don't have to go tonight!"

She stood up and held her hands out for him to take, "But, come on!"

Sam made a face, questioning her motive, "What are you doing?"

"Let's go! We're not staying here," Stevie tilted her head and smiled, "We're going to see your family."

"What?" Sam groaned, "Why? Don't we see them enough?"

"You do," Stevie teased, "I gotta take what I can get! Besides, I haven't seen Ronnie in weeks!"

"Stevie, it's late! Let's just stay here," Sam pouted and she scoffed, "You can stay here if you want, but I know for a fact your whole family is still awake."

Sam narrowed his eyes and took her hands with a huff, "Fine! See? I do what you say."

"Yet you always put up a fight," Stevie shook her head, pulling him to his feet.

Sam groaned and Stevie laughed, "It'll be just like old times! All of us together, none of us fighting!"

Sam grinned and nodded accepting how much Stevie craved that normalcy and he pullled her into another hug, "Okay, okay. Let's go then."

Stevie squealed and went upstairs to get some clothes for the night. Sam cleaned up the wine glasses and put her Rumors album away while he waited, smiling to himself when he saw his note on her fridge. He rummaged through the junk drawer once again to add a new one to her collection.

"I love you."

Once Stevie came running down the stairs, Sam took her bag from her, swinging the keys around his finger. He opened the front door to put the bag in the Jeep and Stevie looked over the kitchen and made sure everything was turned off. He jumped when his foot hit the untouched box Stevie had left on the ground and called out to her.

"Steve," Sam shouted, "Your box is still out here!"

"Oh fuck," Stevie muttered, and she hurried to go and grab it, pushing past Sam and sighing, "All of this is probably stupid junk anyway."

"There might be something important in there, otherwise why would he bother bringing it to you?" Sam asked, crouching down to pick it up and hand it to her.

"Probably just to be a pain in the ass," Stevie rolled her eyes, and she dug around in it.

"My Michigan hoodie, didn't even know I was missing that," Stevie chuckled, "Pictures I'm going to end up burning, yeah. All of it is junk."

She saw a small box at the bottom of it and tilted her head with a frown, "What the hell is this?"

She picked it up and popped the box open to see a tiny opal stone perched on top of a golden band and she gasped, "What the fuck?"

Sam inched over her shoulder to get a better look, and he bit his lip, "A ring?"

"My mom's wedding ring," Stevie stated through gritted teeth, "How the fuck did Ryan get his hands on this?"

"Did your dad give it to him?" Sam asked and Stevie slammed the ring box shut, tossing it back into the pile of stuff, and shook her head, "I would hope not. My dad should've known better than to have Ryan propose with something so cursed."

"Stevie," Sam sighed, "It probably meant something more than your mom to him. I mean, he did pick it out, didn't he?"

Stevie took a deep breath and threw the box inside before shutting the front door and locking it, "I guess so, but he would know I wouldn't want to wear her ring. He would know it would piss me off to even see it."

Sam laughed lightly and shrugged, "Maybe that's why he suggested it. Maybe he didn't want you to say yes."

Sam started walking to the Jeep just as Stevie looked up to glance at him and she stood back for a moment, thinking about what he said before a smile crept across her face and she followed him. Maybe Sam was right. Perhaps that was her dad's plan all along. Something like that would make a lot more sense to Stevie and it was just her dad's smart-ass way to tell her to get her head out of her ass. She chuckled at the thought of him telling Ryan that she would love it and the way his eyes were probably full of mischief that Ryan couldn't see.

Stevie snuck up behind Sam as he was putting the bag in the back seat and she wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing him so hard he grunted, "Jeez, woman!"

He turned around and smiled down at her as she continued to hug him, smiling up at him too.

"I love you," Stevie mumbled, and Sam leaned down to kiss her, "I love you too."

"Thanks for coming back for me," Stevie said, and Sam laughed before wrapping his arms around her too, "I'll always come back for you."

He kissed her forehead and reached over to pop open the passenger door, motioning her to it, "Come on, let's go hang out with the in-laws."

Stevie laughed and rolled her eyes, climbing into the Jeep and buckling herself in as Sam shut her door and made his way around to the driver's seat. When he started driving, Sam's hand quickly found its way to Stevie's thigh and she laid her hand on top of his, lacing their fingers together. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she was, for once in her life, taking a risk wholeheartedly with him.

Sure, everything about this summer had been risky but up until now, Stevie had been overly cautious regarding Sam. Making things official with him felt like an ode to her true self and made her feel more authentic than she ever felt before. It was finally just Sam and Stevie out in the open. No secrets. No hiding. That was part of the reason she wanted to see everyone else anyway. She was excited and she wanted to share that, especially with her best friends who had all been waiting on the sidelines, watching this saga transpire and hoping it would work out.

When they pulled up to the house, Stevie could see Josh's face peek out of the curtains in the front window and he smiled when he saw them, running to the front door and opening it. Sam sighed with a smile and shook his head at Stevie, "This is what you wanted isn't it? My never-ending embarrassment?"

Stevie laughed, unbuckled her seatbelt, and rolled her eyes, "All of that time spent pining after me and now you're embarrassed to be seen with me? Make up your mind!"

Sam narrowed his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt too, "You know what I mean, Stevie."

They both got out of the car and Sam met her on the passenger side of the Jeep, grabbing her bag and reaching for her hand.

"You finally have bragging rights, ya know," Stevie smiled, "Making it out of the friend zone and such."

"The teasing will be insufferable," Sam muttered, and Stevie brought his hand up to her lips, kissing his fingers and letting it fall back into place, "You love the attention, Sam."

He bumped his hip into hers as they walked up to the house and Josh started clapping, "I have never been prouder in my life."

"Oh, shut up," Sam groaned, and Stevie laughed, "I would've ended up crawling back to him anyway."

Sam gasped and glared at her, "Are you serious? You have always been way too proud to do something like that."

"It's different now that it's you," Stevie shrugged, "But showing up to my house unannounced definitely helped."

Josh cooed in adoration and wrapped them both in a group hug, "We were waiting to hear for an update, ya know! Took forever!"

The three of them ushered inside the house where Ronnie and Jake remained chatting on the sofa. They turned to look at them walk in and Ronnie waved a fist in the air, "There they are! Holding hands and everything."

Jake and Stevie exchanged soft smiles, and he crossed his arms over his chest, "So, what's the verdict with you two?"

Sam looked at Stevie nervously and she chuckled, turning back to face them and shrugging before muttering sheepishly, "He's my boyfriend."

The three siblings erupted in cheers and Stevie squeezed Sam's hand as she watched his cheeks tint pink. Josh threw an arm around Sam and Stevie again and squeezed them tightly, "Ah, everything in the world makes sense again."

Sam shook his head, let go of Stevie's hand, and shoved Josh off of him, "Okay, diva. Enough."

He gave Stevie a knowing look and headed to his room to put her bag away, so Stevie looked at her friends before her and smiled, "It's good, right?"

"Look at the way your eyes are shining," Ronnie giggled, "It's gotta be good if you feel like that!"

Jake nodded in agreement, "Yeah, as long as it makes you happy. I knew it would too considering the questions you've been asking me."

He wiggled his eyebrows and Stevie laughed, walking over to him and punching him lightly before nuzzling her way in between him and Ronnie, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

She wrapped her arms around Jake and squeezed him and Josh sat on the floor, "So, tell us what happened!"

"Yes! I have been so far behind, you're gonna have to catch me up," Ronnie said as she adjusted her seat.

"Oh my God," Stevie laughed, "It was like a movie, you guys. Sam showed up and Ryan was on my porch."

"What?" Jake asked and Josh gasped, "He was not!"

Stevie nodded aggressively, "He was! He was bringing some of my stuff to the house and before I even realized what was happening Sam punched him right in the nose."

"Oh God," Josh laughed, and Jake shook his head, "Not exactly as smooth as I was hoping he'd be."

"Well, Ryan left and then me and Sam fought for a while. I'll spare you the details of course."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Josh held his face in his hands, "You fucked before you even made up didn't you?"

Stevie made a suggestive face and started laughing earning groans from either side of her and Jake shoved her, "Gross, Steve."

"Hey! I said I'd spare you the details!" Stevie exclaimed with laughter and each of them shivered in discomfort. "So, what now?" Jake asked and Josh nodded, "Yeah, are you going to move to Nashville or something?"

Stevie shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't figured anything out at all. Nashville doesn't feel like it's my speed though. I guess I'll have to think about it."

"You guys will make it work," Jake sighed, "He won't lose you now that he's finally got you, that's for sure."

Stevie smiled as she saw Sam round the corner and lean against the doorframe to the living room, "Are you guys done with the teasing?"

Josh turned around with a wide grin, "Sammy, you know better than to hope the teasing will ever end!"

"Congrats little brother," Ronnie scrunched her nose with a smile and applauded, "You bagged the best woman you'll ever get."

Sam rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he shrugged, "I know."

Stevie's heart twisted and for a moment, she wished it had just been the two of them in the room but she took a sharp breath and turned to Ronnie, hitting her knee.

"You, lady!" Stevie exclaimed, "Tell me about your Florida trip! What'd ya get into?"

"Oh my God," Ronnie started laughing loudly, "I completely forgot I have news of my own!"

"You're pregnant!" Josh shouted and Stevie gasped, throwing a pillow at him, "Josh, shut up!"

"God, no!" Ronnie made a face of disgust, "Tyler asked me to move in with him!"

"Oh my gosh," Stevie gasped, "Finally! What'd you say?"

Ronnie chuckled and shrugged, "I told him I'd think about it. I'm obviously going to agree but I can't give my eagerness away."

"Wow," Sam laughed, "I'm sure that makes him feel absolutely thrilled."

Ronnie flipped Sam off, "You don't get it, Sam. That's why it took you, what, like twelve years to get with Stevie?"

Sam scoffed, "I'll never pretend to understand the ways of the female mind."

"Anyway," Stevie laughed, "Congrats Ronnie! That's so exciting!"

"No ring though?" Josh grabbed his sister's hand and examined her fingers.

Ronnie ripped it away from him and narrowed her eyes, "No, weirdo. That doesn't matter."

"I know," Josh chuckled, "Just teasing. See Sam? Nobody is immune!"

"Finally getting out of this place, Ron, good for you!" Jake smiled, "I like Tyler. I hope I still do in the future."

Jake gave his sister a knowing look as he took a sip from a beer and Ronnie rolled her eyes, "Yes, because if you punch your own brother in the face, I can't imagine what you'd do to him."

"Psh," Josh laughed, "Ronnie, getting punched in the face is nothing compared to what we've all done to each other in the past."

"Do I have to remind you of the sliding glass door incident?" Jake smirked at Ronnie and then glanced at Josh who immediately cracked into a fit of laughter with his twin.

Stevie studied them with a look of amazement and chuckled, "I'm so glad you guys can laugh about that now."

"Good times," Josh said, wiping the corner of his eye.

The four of them remained that way for the rest of the evening, sitting around and talking about memories they've made or plans to make in the future. This was exactly what Stevie had wanted them to do all summer before all of the drama got in the way and she was excited to put all of that behind her, eager for what this change would mean to her going forward. The best part about that was she didn't need to figure it out now. She could just hold onto this moment without any worry in the world.

It was well into the late hours of the night when the group decided to toss in their towels and say their goodnights. There was a new sense of nerves surging their way through Stevie as she lazily followed Sam into his room. Staying in Sam's childhood bedroom with him after so many sleepovers and years of bunking with Ronnie felt like official, tangible evidence of the lines that had been crossed from friends to more.

There was something so adolescent about the butterflies in her stomach as she and Sam got ready for bed together. She never thought about it when they shared a bed at her place, but now the tables had turned, and she was the one staying over. All the comfort and control were out of her hands now and for some reason, that made her feel anxious.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he sat beside her on the bed, sighing in relaxation and wrapping his arm around her.

"Yeah," Stevie confirmed, "It's just so weird to be in here with you like this."

"Really?" Sam scoffed, "Why? We've spent the night together plenty of times by now!"

"Well, yes," Stevie rolled her eyes, "But not here in your childhood bedroom!"

"Oh," Sam chuckled, "Does it freak you out?"

Stevie hugged her arms to her chest and cuddled up into him without saying anything and Sam hummed, leaning over to plant a kiss on her jaw, "Or does it secretly turn you on?" "God, Sam," Stevie giggled, "We are in your parent's house!"

"That wouldn't stop you and you know it," Sam whispered, and Stevie felt goosebumps creep across her skin.

She hated that he was right because even though it made her slightly uncomfortable, she wasn't stopping him from sneaking his hands under her shirt or moving his kisses from her jaw to her neck. No, if anything, she was tilting her head to make the process easier for him.

Over the time Stevie had spent with Sam intimately, she was always surprised by how quickly Sam could flip the switch into something sexual. She had never been one to be that way, but the way he could be so enticing to her made the switch just as easy for her too.

"Mmhmm," Sam hummed against her skin, "I knew it would turn you on. There have been countless times I've laid here in this very bed and thought about getting you in it."

"Sam," Stevie sighed, "Just shut up and get on with it."

Sam pulled away from her but kept his hand where it was, tracing over the skin on her stomach lightly, "You should know better than to rush me, Stevie. That never gets you what you want."

"Hmm," Stevie smiled, and she turned away from him, getting herself situated under his bed covers and snuggling into a pillow, "Goodnight then."

Sam let out a loud laugh and he crawled under the covers too but wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, "You're not going to last, Stevie. I know you and I know you're already thinking about it."

She bit her lip and turned to face him, smiling at him, "You're such a little shit."

"But I'm right," Sam smirked, and he pressed his forehead against hers causing Stevie to close her eyes as the warmth of his breathing hit her face. Her hands touched his chest, sliding their way up over his shoulders and to the back of his neck, "So, what foul things would you imagine doing with me in here, hm?"

"Oh, so many things," Sam hummed and shook his head, "But there's something in particular that I have been thinking a lot about recently."

"What's that?" Stevie opened her eyes to meet his gaze, and her stomach twisted by the intensity of his stare.

"Lay on your back and find out," Sam winked and lifted the blanket to get under it. Stevie rolled her eyes but did as he said, gasping when Sam grabbed her thighs, parting her legs aggressively.

"Sam," Stevie whined, "I don't like when I can't see you."

Sam let out a muffled snicker from under the blanket and Stevie lifted it to peek at him. His head was in between her legs, and he winked again, leaning over to press a kiss into her inner thigh.

"Stop peeking," Sam said, "Just close your eyes and let the element of surprise have its moment."

"Ugh," Stevie groaned, "But watching you adds so much more to it!" "Flattery. You're smart for that," Sam laughed, "But you always rush, babe. Just relax and stop being so wound up."

Stevie glared at him but smiled, letting the blanket fall again and biting the inside of her cheek when she heard Sam giggle. She stared at the ceiling and ran her hands through her hair nervously. Sam was moving at such a slow pace, barely moving her underwear down her legs and she tried to do what he said and relax, but not knowing what he was doing was annoying. When her garment was finally completely off, Sam gripped her thighs again, pushing them even farther apart and Stevie bent her knees involuntarily.

"Are you relaxing like I told you?" Sam asked, "You're being a little fidgety."

"Sam," Stevie muttered, "I am doing my best up here!"

Sam wiggled his way up the bed and popped his head out from under the blanket with a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think you might like this more than you think you do, Stevie."

He tilted his head and laid it lightly on her chest and Stevie smiled at the little twinkle in his eyes, but her smile quickly morphed into a gasp when Sam's fingers raked through her folds, alerting her of how wet she already was.

"Feel that?" Sam licked his lips quickly and sighed, "I haven't even done anything yet."

"Mmm," Stevie shifted herself slightly and smiled, "Could you move up a little higher, babe?"

"No, no, no," Sam removed his hand from her and kissed the center of her chest, "That is not how this is gonna work."

Sam went back to his previous spot and Stevie pouted, "Fine, fine! I'll do what you say."

"Wow, I'm surprised you broke so quickly," Sam chuckled, "I guess I need to boss you around more often."

"Ah, I wouldn't get used to it," Stevie combated but hissed when Sam blew lightly on her core, "I already miss your submissiveness."

"I bet you do, you little control freak," Sam laughed but he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, making her laugh.

When Sam's tongue finally met Stevie's clit, she sighed in relief and let her eyes flutter shut, trying to be as relaxed as she possibly could. Of course, she wanted him to quicken the pace a bit and she had to fight the urge of grinding her hips against him, but something about the gentleness was sweet, so she decided to trust Sam and follow his lead. She was trying to live out his fantasy anyway.

Stevie knew she was stubborn, and being with someone like Sam, maybe even more stubborn than she was, posed difficulties. However, she was convinced that this only made things more exciting between them. She never had so much pushback from someone before and the way Sam challenged her more than anyone else made her think more deeply.

Like right now, Sam was focusing just on the act of pleasing her and forcing her to use her imagination on what he looked like going down on her. It was infuriating, but it was also hot in a desperate kind of way. He did have a point about her constant need to rush and finish as quickly as possible, so without admitting any fault, she was relishing the fact that he was teaching her to take her time with her pleasure.

And Sam really took his time too. He started out slowly, lapping his tongue against her softly, but he would switch up and suck her clit into his mouth when he wanted to hear her moan a little louder. As much as Stevie was relaxed, she was also very in tune with the fact that they were still in Sam's family home and she knew she'd be clowned until the end of time if anyone overheard.

Sam pulled his mouth away for a minute, replacing it with his thumb, "Stevie, stop overthinking up there."

She moaned softly before scoffing, "What? What are you talking about? I haven't even done anything."

"Exactly," Sam jested, "I wanna hear you, baby. Stop thinking about if anyone else can. For the last time, relax."

"I am relaxed!" Stevie whisper-shouted, "But your sister's room is right across the hall and Josh's room is right next door."

"Let them hear you," Sam laughed, "I want them too."

"You are sick," Stevie chuckled but Sam pulled the blanket down to look at her.

Seeing his face immediately made Stevie's heart pound by how rosy his cheeks were, and she had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.

"I know you're holding back, Stevie," Sam raised an eyebrow at her, "I am familiar with how you sound."

"You wanna hear it for real?" Stevie asked, "Then let me watch you."

Sam shook his head, "No. I want you to lie down, close your eyes, and only think about the way it feels. Use that amazing imagination of yours."

Stevie rolled her eyes at him but laid back and sighed, "Fine, fine. Whatever you say."

Sam smiled and lifted the blanket back over himself, knowing that she needed something more. So, he held her hip with one hand and let the other hand snake up her torso to her chest, holding onto one of her breasts. His mouth quickly found its way back to her clit, quickening the movement of his tongue against her, and sure enough, Stevie was louder.

"Oh, shit," she groaned, "That's better."

Sam laughed against her, causing goosebumps to creep over her skin from the vibrations. Once she finally listened to him, she screwed her eyes shut, completely enveloped in the way everything felt so slippery and warm. That thought alone made her stomach tighten. She thought about the sheen of sweat that must've been forming on his skin under this blanket or the way his face would be completely drenched by her and she groaned at the thought. She could feel Sam's lips curve up into a smile and she let a hand fall beside her, gripping the sheet beneath it.

"Holy fuck," Stevie whispered, "Go faster!"

Sam's hand left her chest, coming back down to her other hips as he tightened his grip on her. His tongue fought against her, and he buried his face deeper into her. Now, Stevie had no choice but to grind against him. Her stomach was knotted, and she couldn't stop the embarrassing string of high-pitched moans that escaped her as the ecstasy of an orgasm washed over her.

Sam had only eaten her out once before and each time the feeling had been so mind-boggling that she wasn't able to control herself. Which she figured was the point of his incessant need to tell her what to do the whole time. When she finally came down, Sam kissed her clit softly and tore the blanket from over him, crawling up her body with a smile.

"You finally listened to me," he praised, and she smiled, still panting, and flipped him off. Sam laughed and kissed her forehead, "Good job. Do you think you could come again?"

Stevie furrowed her brows together and shook her head, "No way! Now it's my turn to have the fantasy."

"Oh?" Sam smirked, "And what's that?"

Stevie took a deep breath and sat up, pointing to the edge of the bed and pulling her hair up into a ponytail, "Go sit."

"What? On the edge of the bed?" Sam asked and she rolled her eyes and laughed, "Yes, you know what I mean. It's not rocket science."

"Damn, okay," Sam held his hands up, "You're bossy."

"Hmm," Stevie shook her head, "Says you."

Sam did as he was told and he watched her as she stood from the bed and walked in front of him, settling on her knees on the floor in front of him. She smiled at the excitement in his eyes, and she lifted her arms over her head, giving him a knowing look. Sam sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and reached out to her, hesitantly gripping her t-shirt and pulling it from her.

"Fuck," he whispered, "This is even better than I pictured it."

Stevie smiled and commanded, "Stand up."

Sam stood and Stevie quickly grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and smirking as she watched his dick break free from the restraint of clothing.

"Sit," she instructed, and Sam followed suit as Stevie scooted on her knees closer to him. Her tongue raked over the length of him and Sam's lips parted as he watched her intently, leaning back on his hands.

"So pretty," Stevie muttered and smiled, making Sam immediately blush.

Her eyes flicked up to his and he groaned as her mouth wrapped around the tip and sunk down until he touched the back of her throat. Stevie held her hand up to Sam and she started to bob her head, not even bothering to tell him what she wanted from him before he took her by the wrist and licked the length of her palm. Stevie then gripped his dick with her hand, pumping him against the moment of her mouth. The sight of it and the way she didn't even bother to stop and tell him to lick her was extremely pornographic to him. It was hard for Sam to even keep his composure, already letting a spew of profanities leave his lips.

Stevie worked quickly, too quick for Sam's comfort, but just watching her was enough to make him come. He had already been so hard from listening to her earlier. Sam's hand gripped her hair, moving her faster and Stevie flicked her tongue around him, adding to the sensation. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, twitching in her mouth.

"Fuck," Sam moaned, "I'm gonna come."

Stevie watched him closely, never breaking eye contact as she removed her mouth from him, using her hand to guide him to his finish. She watched him come, letting it drip down over her chest and smiling down at it like a piece of artwork. Sam's eyes widened in amazement at how proud she looked of herself and she met his eyes again with a smile.

"I knew you'd picture me on my knees for you in here," she smiled, "Was it everything you dreamed of?"

Sam rolled his eyes and leaned forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her quickly, "Nothing could've compared to reality."

Stevie smiled and grabbed her shirt from the floor beside her, using it to wipe her chest clean and Sam gasped, "Don't do that! Don't ruin your shirt!"

"Eh," Stevie shrugged, "Who needs clothes anyway?"

She grabbed Sam's sweatpants and balled them up, tossing them to the other side of the room and he laughed, grabbing her hand and helping her up.

"I love you," he whispered, and she pushed his hair back, smiling, "I love you."

"Come on," Sam pulled her into him, kissing her again, "Let's go to sleep."

The next morning, Stevie was relieved that nobody mentioned anything about what they possibly could have heard the night before. The five of them went out and got bagels together before Sam and Stevie made the trek back to the lake house. Stevie felt even better when she discovered that the twins were staying in Michigan until Sam was ready to go home, so they would be much closer and available for more hangouts if the time ever came for it.

It took some time to get Rosie situated in Stevie's car, but Sam didn't need to bring anything else since all of his stuff was still at the house anyway. So, he took it upon himself to be the chauffer for the day and they started their journey by stopping back over at Stevie's place.

"This won't take long, I just need to get all of my stuff together," Stevie explained as they got out of the car and filed into the house.

"Okay, do you need my help again with the packing?" Sam gave Stevie a smug look and she hummed, hugging him loosely and shaking her head before reaching up to kiss him, "No, I'll be right down!"

She hurried up the stairs, but not before Sam reached out and smacked her ass, earning a scolding look in return. He blew her a kiss and watched her walk away. Once she was out of sight, Sam took a deep breath and inched his way to the box Ryan left for Stevie, snatching the ring box from the top of the pile. He slipped the ring out of the box and set it back, trying to not make it obvious that it had been touched.

Sam had no idea what he was going to do with it. He just knew he didn't want it to go to waste knowing that Stevie would throw it away. Stevie had always had tense feelings towards her mom, and Sam knew this, but he also knew that this ring was more connected to Stevie's dad than it ever was to her mom. Sam remembers the story fully well. Stevie's dad recited it to him many times, although Stevie had her own version of the same story.

They were high school sweethearts. Nathan was so in love with her. So, as soon as he had saved enough money from playing gigs, he picked out the simplest ring with her favorite stone and proposed to her. Their marriage wasn't a long one. Not even a year after Stevie was born her mother split town and it left her dad devastated.

Stevie's version had more curse words about how her mom was a selfish bitch, but Sam's dad also lived through this with Nathan and because he already had three kids of his own, it was easy for them to support each other through it. To Sam, the ring still felt like a piece of Stevie's dad and that meant something, even if he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

He slipped the ring into his pocket and went to the kitchen, trying to play it cool as if he wasn't snooping around. Stevie jumped to the head of the stairs with her bag thudding on the ground beside her, "Samuel! Are you ready?"

"I'm just waiting for you, babe," Sam peeked around the corner up at her and grinned, "Time to go?"

"I'm officially ready! Record timing for the packing, am I right?" Stevie picked up her bag again and skipped down the stairs to him, grabbing his hand and tugging him out the door.

"Yeah," Sam laughed nervously, "Honestly impressive. I haven't seen you this excited in a while!"

Stevie opened the front door and pushed him out, closing it behind her and locking it, "I am excited! I'm happy."

Sam took the car keys out of her hand and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him, kissing her quickly, "Good. I'm happy too! Now, let's go enjoy the rest of our summer."

They loaded up into Stevie's car and she rubbed her hands together anxiously and batted her eyelashes at Sam, "Before we get anywhere, we need to get some road trip snacks. Please?"

"Anything for my girl," Sam nodded, turning the car on and pulling away from the house.

Rosie inched her way in between them from the back seat and Stevie turned to her, petting her head and planting a kiss on her face, "Don't worry girl. I'll sneak a snack for you too!"

"Be careful," Sam raised his eyebrows at Stevie, "Her tummy is sensitive."

"I'm sure it is with how much human food you sneak to her," Stevie teased and Sam rolled his eyes, "But she's my happy girl, isn't that right Rose?"

Sam delivered on their snack run and filled up Stevie's car with gas. The two of them talked and laughed, held hands, and sang songs for the rest of their trip. It was very reminiscent of their youthful years spent in the car on the way up to the lake with all of them and her dad leading the circus.

That was something she always loved about Sam, even when he would get under her skin, and she'd want to rip his head off. He always had been goofy with a sense of childlike wonder. And after all of this time and the hell he had been through over the years, Stevie was relieved that he never lost that.

As they pulled up to the lake house, Stevie laughed when she heard the squeal of excitement escape Sam's lips. She captured the moment in her mind as she watched the edge of his eyes wrinkle from the smile that was wide across his face.

"We're here!" Sam exclaimed, "I can't wait for you to see everything! I'm just hoping you like it."

"I'm so scared," Stevie admitted with a nervous chuckle and Sam gasped, pouring at her, "Scared of what? Don't you trust me?"

"Not really," Stevie laughed some more and Sam rolled his eyes, "Well... just keep an open mind."

She nodded and they got out of her car, gathering their stuff. Sam let Rosie out and instructed Stevie to just leave her bag by the door, too eager to fiddle with any of their stuff in the moment. He held onto her hand and walked up to the front door with her, passing the key to her and she smiled, taking it from him and hesitantly unlocking the door.

When she pushed the door open, there wasn't any obvious change so she gave Sam a careful look and tip toed inside. Sam chuckled behind her and urged her to walk in.

"Don't be scared! Go," Sam said, "Start in the living room."

Stevie took a deep breath and picked up her pace, walking down the hallway to where the living room opened up and her eyes widened at the sight of it. It looked straight out of a magazine the way Sam had decorated it. Almost lining up exactly with all of the inspiration she found on Pinterest.

It was still very much her dad's lake house living room, but there were brighter pops of color and some updated pieces of furniture. For instance, the chair that everyone hated was no longer there and was replaced with a much comfier, modern option.

There were more throw pillows and blankets, giving a much more psychedelic and bohemian vibe than her dad's old rustic, hunting like decor. Some of the posters and albums from her dad's study hung up as art pieces too and she smiled at the sight of them being used in that way.

"Wow," Stevie sighed, "This is beautiful, Sam!"

"It is?" Sam bite his lip and smiled, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Stevie nodded, "It's better than I could've even made it out to be! You did this yourself?"

Sam nodded and held up a finger, "Oh, that's not all, Stephanie!"

Stevie glared at him but bit her tongue, letting him have his excitement instead of pestering him about her name and she followed his lead up the stairs.

"I'm not sure if you wanted to update some of your old bedroom stuff," Sam explained as he gripped the doorknobs to the master bedroom, pushing them open, "But, I went ahead and moved all of your old bedroom stuff to this one."

"Oh no," Stevie gasped, mortified, "You went through my old bedroom?"

Sam laughed and he gave her a knowing look, "Don't worry, I didn't find anything embarrassing."

"I don't even know all of the stuff I had in there," Stevie sighed but she smiled as she looked around, "Jeez, it's crazy how different it already feels in here."

"A good different, I hope," Sam said and she looked back at him and smiled, "Yes, very good different."

She laughed as she looked around again, "I'm gonna need to update this though for sure!"

She pointed at her old cork board from her middle school days that was covered in girly photographs and corny inspirational quotes, "Not really my thing anymore."

"Aw, you don't want to be reminded to keep calm and carry on anymore?" Sam jested and she rolled her eyes, "Maybe you could keep it on your tour bus!"

He stuck his tongue out at her and reached for her hand again, "Okay and one more thing in the house to show you!"

"Ah, I'm nervous!" Stevie exclaimed and Sam led her to the door of the study, which now had a very nice wooden art piece hanging above it.

Inscribed into the wood said "Where the magic happens" and Stevie snorted a laugh, "What is this? A sex dungeon?"

Sam's jaw dropped open and he furrowed his eyebrows, "Get your head out of the gutter, lady! I wouldn't put any of that on display! That's for my eyes only, thank you."

Sam popped open the door and what was once her dad's music room was transformed into the office of Stevie's dreams. The walls were painted with solid color on three of them and a beautiful mural on one. There was a sturdy, dark wooden desk that homed her computer and had plenty of space for storage. Not to mention, so many books tucked away in bookshelves along the wall. Sam kept the remainder of the music memorabilia hung up in here too, including a nice wall mount for Rosetta.

"Oh my God," Stevie gawked at the room and her smile widen, taking in all of the details.

"See? This is where the magic happens," Sam wore a proud smirk and crossed his arms over his chest, "Your own study where you can write and focus while you do so."

"Sam," Stevie whispered, "This is absolutely incredible. I can't believe you did this!"

"I didn't want to risk you not doing this for yourself because of my mistakes," Sam explained, "Plus, that's not even all of it."

"What? There's more?" Stevie looked at him with a bewildered expression and she laughed, "This is already so much! You perfectly incorporated everything to be my own with hints of my dad! I don't even know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Sam said and he held his hand out for her to take again, "Just follow me!"

Stevie still looked shocked as she took his hand and let him lead her back downstairs and outside. They stopped at the garage and she could feel the nerves bouncing off of him as he went to the keypad by the garage door, typing in the code and standing back beside her as the door rose.

As each inch of the door rose higher, it was slowly revealed to her that the boat, Pearly Queen, had been fixed. It was almost as if it had never even been touched.

"What the fuck?" Stevie scoffed, "But.. how did you-?"

"I had someone come and fix it," Sam shrugged, "I know how much this thing meant to your dad and I felt absolutely crushed knowing that I destroyed it."

"But, how? How does it look almost brand new?" Stevie waked closer to the boat, touching it lightly with the palm of her hand and Sam chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Beats me! That guy was an absolute wizard," Sam said and Stevie smiled up at him, removing her hand from the boat and rushing towards him.

She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him into a kiss and when she broke apart from him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Thank you," Stevie said, "I don't even know how you got all of this done but it's all extremely sweet and just thank you!"

Sam's arms wrapped around her loosely and he kissed the top of her head, "Of course, babe. This is your place now even if you decide not to keep it. You deserve something that's yours even if only temporary."

Stevie looked up at him with a soft expression on her face and she hummed peacefully, "The only thing is, once that piano's fixed you're gonna need to find a spot in the house for it."

"What are you saying, Stevie?" Sam glared at her suspiciously and she rolled her eyes, smiling wider.

"Of course I'm keeping the lake house," Stevie chuckled, "I just can't keep both places so I'll have to move here. And you're going to come visit me on all of your time off so you'll need the piano inside, of course."

Sam smiled and took a moment to enjoy the pure joy he saw in Stevie's eyes before he spoke again, "I'm hoping I'll see you more than just my time off, but you've got yourself a deal!"

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