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SDV Bachelors waking up after a night of drinking

MDNI go away please, scoot, scoot

note from me, cus like the bottle warning in Sam's one-shot, I feel like it's needed!

Drunk consent aint consent baby, remember this is fanfiction, making Barbie dolls kiss. If you or your partner, hook up, booty call, one-night stand, tinder/grinder date, or ANYONE is drunk do NOT do the naked tango ok. Whoever is drunk needs water and a nap not dick/pussy.

GN Farmer

Warnings: Nudity, Implied sex, cursing, look at my consent is sexy speech one more time ight

Ok now go look at your husbands.

Alex: Rubbing his eyes, Alex yawned slightly as he started to wake up. Stretching out his arms, he gasped and jumped a bit in surprise, feeling his elbow collide with something unexpectedly solid. Looking down at his bed, his cheeks turned pink upon seeing you waking up and rubbing your head. “Alex, what the fuck?” you whined, half awake and confused. He couldn't help the smirk forming at the sight of your exposed chest as you sat up beside him, your hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. “Uh... sorry?” he said softly, unsure if “Oh, sorry, I didn't expect to find you in my bed this morning,” would suffice. His mind flicked back to the previous night, flashes of the loud, sweaty night playing vividly in his memory—every sound, every touch, every whisper. He was proud to take you out of his house after breakfast, eager to show you off. After all, he had managed to bag the elusive Farmer. Who wouldn't be proud of such an achievement? He imagined the faces of the other singles in your area, the surprise, and maybe even envy in their eyes, and it made him swell with...... anticipation.

Elliott: Smelling your familiar scent in his half-awake state, he didn't open his eyes, assuming he was between REM cycles. Rolling over closer to your comforting smell, he reached around blindly, seeking your presence. Feeling a body next to him, he was initially shocked at how vivid his dreams felt. As he pulled the body closer, he could feel their hair brushing against his lips and their warm, soft warm squishy skin in his hands. Gently opening his eyes, he waited for his awake state to wash away the dream-like being. Looking down, his breath caught in his chest as he saw you sleeping peacefully in his arms, all snuggled up and content. Smiling gently, he grabbed a lock of your hair and kissed it, feeling immensely grateful that this wasn't one of his many dreams. "Farmer, wake up, love," he said softly, rocking you awake. He couldn't help but smile as your eyes slowly opened, blinking away the remnants of sleep. "Good morning," he cooed, watching the gears in your head start moving as you gradually woke up.

Harvey: Hearing his alarm go off for work, he sighed deeply and swiped the alarm off his phone. Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his eyes and yawned before reaching over for his glasses on the bedside table. As his hands connected with the pair of glasses, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, startling him slightly. “A few more minutes, Harvey?” His breath quickened at the sound of your sleepy voice behind him. Putting on his glasses, he looked down to see you with your arms snugly wrapped around his waist, clearly naked under the sheets. “F-Farmer…” he stuttered, his voice showing his confusion and embarrassment. “What, don't you remember dragging me home with you?” His face caught fire at your teasing, the events of the previous night still hazy. “Let me treat you like you deserve, that's what you said, right Harv?” The memories of the night came flooding back to him in a rush; he recalled having one too many drinks and somehow gaining the courage to flirt with you, something he had wanted to do for a long time. The rest of the night was a blur, but the audio of your gasps and moans remained clear in his mind.

Sam: Curling up to the warmth next to him, he smiled softly, loving the comforting sensation of someone playing with his hair. It was a stark contrast to the usual lonely cold of waking up alone in bed. Hold on, he thought suddenly ‘I should be alone in bed’. Opening his eyes and looking up, he saw you absentmindedly playing with his hair, a gentle smile on your face. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up,” you said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. The affectionate gesture made his heart flutter. Looking around the room, Sam realized he was in the Farmer's bed. Confused, he furrowed his brows and asked, “Did we hook up?” Lifting and glancing under the blankets, he quickly got his answer: nope, no hooking up could be seen. Both of you were half-dressed but still dressed. “No, Sam, you passed out the moment you hit the bed,” you explained, a hint of amusement in your voice. Watching him hide his face in his hands, you couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassed reaction, finding the blond adorable. “But who says we can’t?” you added teasingly, a playful glint in your eyes. “Wait, we can?” he asked looking up at you, a large smile spreading across his face, the embarrassment quickly replaced by excitement and hope. The idea of getting a second chance at sleeping with you made his adrenaline rush. “Yes, we can,” you confirmed with a wink, making his heart soar. Who needs to get out of bed so early anyway?

Sebastian: He normally slept in late, so when he woke up and saw that it was almost ten a.m., he shrugged, not thinking anything of it. Rolling back over in bed, he tried to pull the blankets back over himself, hoping to catch a few more minutes of sleep. However, a large lump under the blankets prevented him from doing so. He groaned and tugged harder, feeling frustrated. At first, he thought Sam had followed him home, after all the two had been drinking last night, but the sleepy whine and the reluctant, “Stop it…” came from a different voice—it was the Farmer's. Pausing for a moment, he nudged the lump of blankets again, more curious than before. “Farmer…” he said bluntly, still half-asleep and not fully registering the situation until your rat's nest of bedhead popped out from under the blankets. “What…” You whined, looking up at him with bleary eyes. The only thing Sebastian could say was, “It’s ten a.m.” That got you up and out of bed immediately, your eyes widening in alarm. “Fuck! You don't have an alarm?” you cursed, scrambling to find your shirt and pull it on in a hurry. Sebastian watched you, still somewhat dazed from sleep, but assumed from both your states of undress how you ended up in his bed. The situation was amusing to him as he watched you continuing to hurry around the room cursing that you couldn't find your socks.

Shane: Groaning softly, he shook his head, trying to wake up. It was usually easy for him to get out of bed, but this morning his bed felt unusually comfortable. It was his day off as well, so why rush? The warmth of the arm and leg wrapped around him added to the comfort, making it even harder to move. His eyes shot open as he realized this wasn't his bed. Looking around, he didn't quite recognize the room either. He groaned slightly rubbing his face; he had been drinking pretty heavily last night and assumed he had just found a random hookup and followed them home. Looking down at the person draped over him, his eyes grew wider in shock. You were asleep, holding him tightly, the blanket desperately trying to cover your body but failing. The realization hit him hard: "I hooked up with the farmer..." his mind repeated over and over. Gently, he brushed some of your hair out of your face, unable to stop the smile that was creeping onto his lips. He just enjoyed watching you sleep till he noticed you stirring awake, grabbing his phone, and acting like he had just been scrolling away.

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wrightingdungeon · 10 hours

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screaming over paper rings. stardew and taylor swift?? PEAK ‼️ so, in a similar vein, i have a lil request

could you possibly write a one-shot with any taylor swift song of your choosing? i'd like for it to be x sebastian but i know he's not one of your favorites, so if that's uncomfortable i'd be down with haley. either is fine, i would just love to see what you'd come up with! your writing is wonderful, and i can't wait to see what else you write <3

- 🪩

when you've moved on | sebastian x gn!reader

summary -> you're with alex now, but is he really the one you want? warnings -> none! seb smokes a cig and there's some swearing, that's ab it. just angst. heh. word count -> 1817

a/n: ahhh ty disco anon!! i'm glad you're liking the taylor/stardew crossover as much as i do <3 decided to do my take on the trope where they watch you move on with someone else in town, enjoy!!

the way i loved you ->"but i miss screaming and crying and kissing in the rain."

"seb."

"hm?"

"see that?" you point up to the stars, eyes wide and bright. "that's orion's belt. if you look close enough, you can see his whole body."

raising a brow, sebastian squints up at the sky, noticing the three, shining stars all in a row next to each other.

"huh. guess you're right," he says, smiling lightly at your excitement at the stars.

you'd been ecstatic when he offered to take you stargazing, riding out to the spot where he'd kissed you for the first time. the picnic blanket beneath the two of you is soft, and although the evening spring wind is chilly, seb feels warm enough to fall asleep with your head resting on his shoulder.

"we should do this more often," you sigh happily, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him closer to your side.

he kisses the top of your head gently, closing his eyes. "whatever you want, sweetheart."

"seb?"

"yeah?" he responds, keeping his eyes closed.

"seb!"

"what?"

"sebastian, wake up!"

sebastian wakes with a start at the sound of his mother shouting, groaning as he sits up reluctantly.

scratching his head and yawning, he asks, "what time is it?"

"nearly eight-thirty, seb, you said you'd be up by eight," robin chides. "come on, we're going to be late for the festival."

he scowls. he's tempted to lay back down and cover his head with his blankets again, but he would rather not deal with more of his mom's antics.

"fine. i'll be up in a minute." as she heads back upstairs, sebastian groggily pulls on some warm clothing, trying to ignore the stinging in his heart. why, why was he still dreaming about you? he knows you've moved on, so why has he been cursed to see you every night? sometimes, he wakes up and forgets you're not his anymore, forgets about the fight you two had, forgets the sharp, hurtful words that came out of his mouth he didn't mean at all.

he'll never forget, though, the words you said back to him, an unforgiving amount of hurt and anger in your eyes as rain poured down on the two of you.

"i'm done with this, seb," you'd said, voice shaking and weak from arguing with him. "i've given you enough chances to prove me wrong, to show you actually care about me, but i guess i was wrong. i can't do whatever this is any longer."

then, you'd walked away, leaving him alone in the downpour in front of his house.

how could he have been so stupid? no one in his life has ever known him better than you did, and he still let you slip from his grasp. what an idiot, he thinks, scoffing at himself as he makes his way upstairs and joins his family.

though, as they enter the festival of ice, seb immediately regrets not staying in bed.

you laugh as alex pulls your winter hat over your face, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it at him in retaliation. haley rolls her eyes as she stands to the side, annoyed as she pulls out her phone and begins absentmindedly scrolling. meanwhile, alex starts to chase you, grabbing you from behind and hugging you tightly before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

seb looks away. he thinks he might gag.

"hey, seb! you made it!" his blond-haired friend runs up to him like an excited kid, snow already scattered in his hair. "geez, did you just wake up or something? you look kinda rough, buddy."

"thanks," he replies flatly.

sam scratches the back of his neck, flashing an apologetic smile. "sorry, didn't mean to tick you off. come on, abby's waiting over there!"

sebastian keeps his gaze on the trees as he follows his friend, trying his best to tune out the sound of your laughter he once craved to hear. how did you end up with a douche like alex, anyway? he never understands why sam speaks so highly of him, and now you go off and date him?

"helloooo," abigail sings, waving a hand in front of his face.

"oh, hey," he greets, blinking out of his thoughts. "sorry, i'm still waking up."

she raises a brow, studying his face. "right. had another nightmare?"

"i guess you could call it that."

abby shakes her head, crossing her arms. "i'm telling you, sebastian, if you would just listen to me and move on, life will start to be much nicer to you."

"i have moved on," he snaps, though quickly sighs when he sees the knowing look she gives sam. "i'm sorry, really, but i'm fine. i promise."

"if you say so," she says, her tone unbelieving. he can't blame her for being worried — abby was the one who was most concerned about him after the two of you broke up, knowing how much he'd cared for you.

or, more accurately, how much he still cares for you.

"how about we go check on vincent?" sam suggests, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "the little guy was super excited for today."

as the three make their way over to find sam's younger brother, seb finds his eyes wandering over to you once again, unable to keep himself from checking on you. to his surprise, your eyes meet his for a split second, only for you to jump slightly and turn back to alex and haley.

did you miss him, too?

after the festival ends, sebastian finds himself lingering around a little longer, telling his friends and family that he'll catch up with them later. he walks over to the river, listening to the comforting sound of running water as he pulls out a cigarette and his lighter.

"i thought you quit?"

he whips his head around at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping the items in his hand into the water.

"i did," he replies after a moment, continuing to light the cigarette. "just felt like i needed one right now."

you wordlessly walk closer and stand beside him. he can feel your eyes burning into his face.

"well, how have you been?" you ask, rubbing your arm. "i heard you . . . haven't been sleeping well."

he huffs. "what, did alex tell you?" i told sam to keep his mouth shut.

"does it matter?" he doesn't have to look at you to know you're frowning. "it's been nearly a year, you can't let this keep dragging you down, seb."

he ignores the painful twinge in his chest at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. seb. sure, almost everyone tends to use that nickname for him, but it just sounds so right coming from you. it used to make his heart warm every time he heard it, no matter the place or time; while doing chores, eating dinner, in bed.

even now, when you aren't his anymore, a part of him is glad to hear you still say it with the same tone.

"as i've been telling everyone else," he says after blowing smoke out from his lips, "i'm fine. there's no need for you to worry about me anymore, anyways — you got mr. pro over there to care for now."

"don't talk about him," you snap, a sudden defensiveness coming over your voice. "you don't get to bring him up."

seb scoffs, finally turning to look at you. god, you look just as breathtaking as he left you, snowflakes glittering on top of your hair and eyelashes. there's a certain glint in your eye he doesn't recognize, though, and he decides to test it.

"why?" he questions carelessly. "are you scared i'll be too honest with you?"

"what? i—"

"well that's too bad, sweetheart," he interrupts, his old nickname for you filled with an unfamiliar venom. "i'll be truthful with you, just like i always have been. i wasn't perfect with you, not at all — i ignored you and hurt you, over and over until you got sick of it and left, so i know i could've treated you better."

he sees your eyes begin to water, and for a moment, guilt overcomes him, but he goes on anyway.

"but there's one other thing i know," he continues, taking a step closer to you. he points behind him in the direction of the town. "you and him? you'll never love each other like we did. sure, we had our fuck-ups and arguments, but i have never loved someone like i did with you, and i know you feel the same."

"you don't know anything," you whisper, though the confidence you had before has vanished.

he huffs a sarcastic laugh. "really? you sure about that? tell me, does he know you always sleep in every saturday, since you're in the mines until late on fridays? or how you always go to the saloon, just to play your favorite song on the jukebox?" he pauses. "i bet he doesn't know anything about the stars, does he? have you even asked him to look at them with you?"

"stop!" you demand, fists clenched tightly as you give him the same look you had when you left him. "this is different, okay? alex and i are taking our time, so neither of us ends up making stupid mistakes like we did."

"as stupid as they were, that's what i liked about us," seb says, his voice a level gentler than it was before. "we weren't perfect, but we didn't pretend to be. it's what made us so real." he shakes his head, lifting his cigarette to his mouth. "but if you want to go live your high school daydream, then by all means, go ahead."

you scowl. "you know, i came here to check in on you, but i see now that you're as helpless as you were when i broke up with you."

he winces slightly at your harsh words, but remains stoic nonetheless. "go ahead and think whatever you want, sweetheart, but i think one of us is clearly more helpless than the other."

"fuck off, seb. get over yourself."

as you start to walk away, he turns to look at you once more, watching as you hesitate.

"i wanted us to work," you say quietly, void of any hostility. "i tried so hard, but you made it impossible."

"would you do it again?"

the question is slipping out of his mouth before he even realizes it, but he can't take it back now. he expects you to turn around, to storm at him and laugh at how he can even think that.

instead, you leave him with no response, hugging yourself with your arms as you head back towards your farm.

interesting. he throws his cigarette down into the dirt beneath him, putting it out with the heel of his shoe. he wonders why you didn't say anything.

that night, for the first time in weeks, sebastian doesn't dream.

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wrightingdungeon · 11 hours

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Don't forget the couples that look hetero/straight. Like respect is sexy said "if you think you can tell someone is CIS, let alone HET, by LOOKING at them, you are a cop and an idiot."

There are two basic arguments for shutting the fuck up about cishets at Pride.

First: What if a trans kid asks their parents to show their support by attending Pride with them? What if a lesbian can only attend pride if she gets a ride from someone and the only person willing and able to drive her is her straight brother? What if a bi disabled person can't attend a large outdoor event without hands-on assistance from their straight partner? What if someone just wants to bring their fucking friends? What if, contrary to popular tumblr discourse, most queers don't inhabit perfectly pure social bubbles populated only by other queers?

Second and perhaps more important: If you think you can tell that someone is CIS, let alone HET, by LOOKING at them, you are a cop and an idiot.

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wrightingdungeon · 13 hours

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Lately on my dash, I have been seeing lots of wonderful mutuals get too hard on their beautiful minds.

Lovelies, your stories and art are beautiful because they are from you, and FOR you. Stats do not determine the quality of a product. Again, some of the BEST stories on the archive I have ever read were around 100 hits, and 0-10 kudos. Some of the BEST ART I’ve seen has 0 notes.

You know how I can tell? Because the authors and artists poured their heart and soul into their craft. As long as it can inspire ONE person, you should be proud. You just radically changed the life and perspective of ONE person. That’s amazing.

Sure, you might think your art or story is “cringe” or “bad”…OR, it can be someone’s comfort piece that they go back to after a long day. You may see your stats and think, “man, nobody enjoys this,” not knowing that maybe, juuuust maybe, you have that ONE person who you’ve inspired, who loves your work, and lurks your socials awaiting for your next project. Your art, your music, YOUR story has the potential to do that, but you have to love what YOU do.

And yes, your love WILL show. Maybe not with stats, or kudos, or notes, or comments. But you may be someone’s favorite without even knowing. As long as your art is out there, it WILL reach somebody. I will try to be that somebody for a lot of you, but there is indeed A LOT of you.

In a world where media is being “consumed” for “content,” remember that ART comes from the heART (sorry not sorry for being cheesy). Artists, Writers, Poets, Musicians, Sculptors, HUMANS: Get your hearts out there for the world to see. The world needs more motivated minds. 💫

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wrightingdungeon · 13 hours

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When Tumblr tells you that you have a ask 😆🫠🥳

but you have nothing in the ask box 🫢😵🥺

Tumbls why you liein???

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wrightingdungeon · 13 hours

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Writing it out is the only way to get the blorbos to let me sleep XD

“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

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wrightingdungeon · 13 hours

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it just be like that I guess

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wrightingdungeon · 14 hours

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Mood

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wrightingdungeon · 1 day

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Embrace the cringe.

Write weird fanfic.

Read weird fanfic.

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wrightingdungeon · 1 day

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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wrightingdungeon · 1 day

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Yet another AO3 bot situation - please spread the word!

Hi, it's me again, the person who wrote that viral post about fanfiction plagiarism! Today I'm here to warn you about abuse perpetrated by bots who have stolen AO3 usernames.

There's currently an epidemic of bots going around leaving (apparently random) horrible, hateful comments on people's fics. This isn't the first time bots have invaded AO3, but the big problem with this wave is that they're using real AO3 usernames to do it.

I learned about this when another writer contacted me after receiving the following comment on their story:

Now, while that is my username, I DEFINITELY did not leave this comment (and anyone who would leave something like that on a fic should be slapped! What an awful thing to post). This fic is in a completely unrelated fandom that I have never participated in, nor has that author participated in any of my fandoms, so the probability of it being some intentional fandom drama thing to make me look bad is also low.

The writer whose fic the comment was left on enlisted the aid of some friends and tracked down other guest comments with unrelated usernames attached, which is pretty strong evidence that they are being left by bots at random.

The TL;DR: If you receive a cruel comment from a (Guest) with an actual AO3 username attached, it's most likely from a bot. Please do not lash out at or dogpile the AO3 user who owns that name, and who in all likelihood has no idea that their name has been hijacked for evil.

If finding this kind of comment on a fic, even left by a bot, is likely to upset you, I would recommend changing your comment settings so that only users who are logged in can leave comments. To do this, edit your story settings, and under "Privacy," select the radio button that says "Only registered users can comment," as shown below.

Please spread the word to other AO3 users! And if you see mean guest comments on other fics, maybe let the author know that it's probably from a bot and not a real person who thinks their writing is bad.

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wrightingdungeon · 1 day

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Busted Bottle

OK so look at me! Are you looking? DO NOT BREAK A ACTUAL BOTTLE OVER SOMEONES ACTUAL HEAD!!!! This is FANFICTION I’m just knocking out the mother fucker. Breaking a bottle on someone's head will do serious damage. THIS IS ME SAYING IT IS A BAD, DO NOT DO, A NO, NO!!!!

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Fighting your a-hole ex, Looking up you see the bottle warning, do NOT try at home, I'm not responsible if you do, I said it a no, no. Kissing 🙂

Music playlist i listened to if that matters, might help set the mood:

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The music pounded in Sam’s ears and throughout his body, the rhythm of the music and the flashing lights melding together. You had invited him to an EDM concert in Zuzu City. While he had listened to EDM before, this was his first concert, and it felt like he was at home, but surrounded by others vibing to the beats, and without his headphones.

Feeling you tug on his sleeve, Sam glanced over to see you pointing excitedly towards the bar, your voice barely audible over the thumping bass, having to lean in close. “Wanna go get a drink?” You shouted into his ear. He nodded enthusiastically, gripping your hand tightly to ensure you wouldn’t be separated in the pulsating crowd.

As you maneuvered through the sea of dancing bodies, the bass reverberated through the air, perfectly synchronized with the pulsing lights overhead. The crowd appeared as a swirling kaleidoscope of colors and movement, each person completely immersed in the music. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke and sweat, adding to the heady ambiance of the concert.

Upon reaching the bar, you caught the bartender’s attention amidst the surreal glow of neon lights from the stage, transforming the bottles behind the bar into magical potions akin to those seen at Rasmodius’s tower. “Two shots of Vodka!” you yelled, prompting a quick nod from the bartender who swiftly poured the drinks.

Sam took his shot, feeling the burn of the alcohol blending with the adrenaline already coursing through his veins. He glanced at you, your face illuminated with excitement, and couldn’t help but grin. This was shaping up to be a night to remember. The DJ smoothly transitioned into another track, the familiar heavy bass of Phonk eliciting cheers from the crowd.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me tonight!” Sam yelled over the music, leaning close to your ear as he leaned back against the counter, setting his empty shot glass next to a discarded beer bottle.

“No problem, Sam! This is a lot of fun, and it's payback for your concert!” You replied enthusiastically, Sam chuckling in agreement, remembering when he had invited you to watch him, Abigail and Sebastian perform.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t a paid ticket,” Sam laughed, enjoying the proximity you both needed to maintain to hear each other over the loud music. He caught a whiff of you, a scent that he found pleasing. “Shush and enjoy, Sammy,” you teased, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

“Hey, Farmer!” A voice boomed over the music, drawing Sam’s attention. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the person yelling over the loud music. “Oh, fuck…” he heard you mutter before you downed your shot, placing the glass next to his, nudging the beer bottle. “I didn’t think they’d show up…” The voice belonged to your ex, Dakota, who was making their way through the crowd toward you. The sight of them caused your heart to sink momentarily, a rush of memories flooding back.

Sam noticed your change in demeanor and leaned in closer. “Want me to handle this?” he asked, his voice low enough to be intimidating despite the loud music. You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you replied, mustering a brave smile. “I can handle it.”

Dakota finally reached the bar, their usual confident grin plastered on their face. “Didn’t expect to see you here!” they shouted, their voice tinged with a mix of surprise and, something else? “Yeah, well, here I am,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light. “Just enjoying the night.” You shrugged and glanced briefly at Sam, subtly signaling to your ex that you were occupied. “Damn, I guess you moved on fast,” Dakota scoffed, their eyes scanning Sam critically. “And I mean fast,” they added, attempting to provoke Sam.

Sam raised an eyebrow, sizing up Dakota. “Nice to meet you too,” he said evenly, his tone carrying a hint of challenge. “Look, Dakota,” you interjected, hoping to defuse the tension, “we're just here to have a good time. Let’s not do this, okay?” Dakota’s grin faltered slightly, their eyes flicking between you and Sam. “Fine, whatever,” they muttered, clearly displeased. With that, they turned as if to leave, but suddenly stopped and whirled back towards you, a scowl darkening their face.

“You think you can just brush me off like that?” Dakota snarled, stepping closer. “You owe me a conversation.” Sam moved instinctively to step between you and Dakota, his body tense, but you restrained him with a firm hand. “Sam,” you said firmly, meeting Dakota's gaze as they approached again. “I don't owe you jackshit,” you retorted, scoffing and rolling your eyes. “Bullshit! You move away, and now you're here with some guy all over you!” Dakota shouted, getting uncomfortably close to you for Sams liking. He instinctively put his arm out to push them back.

“Back off, man,” Sam growled, leaning protectively in front of you. “Oh, you wanna fucking go, Goku?” Dakota taunted, squaring up to Sam. Without warning, Dakota swung a punch, connecting solidly with Sam’s jaw.

Sam stumbled back, his hand going to his face. The crowd around them gasped and began to back away, creating a circle. Your heart raced as you watched the scene unfold, adrenaline surging through your veins. Sam straightened up, his expression darkening. “That was a mistake,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Before Sam or Dakota could escalate the situation further, you reacted swiftly. Grabbing the discarded beer bottle from the bar, and swung it hard, smashing it across Dakota's head. The impact knocked them out cold instantly. Sam stared at you in shock, then glanced at Dakota’s motionless body. “Run!” he yelled, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the shocked and parting crowd, out of the venue.

You sprinted through the sea of people, heart pounding, navigating through the maze of bodies. The neon lights blurred around you, the music fading into background noise as you focused solely on getting the hell out. Bursting through the exit, the cool night air hit you like a splash of cold water. Sam didn’t slow down until you were several blocks away from the venue. He finally stopped, scanning the area to ensure you weren’t being followed. Turning to you, he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident despite the bruise forming on his jaw. Your hand reached up, gently brushing against the bruise on his jaw. “Yeah,” you panted, trying to steady your breathing. “Are you?”

“I’ll be fine,” Sam reassured you with a wry smile, wincing slightly. “You really clocked them with that bottle.” You let out a nervous laugh, the tension of the confrontation finally starting to dissipate. “I didn’t know what else to do.” Sam shook his head, still smiling at you. “It was pretty fucking hot.”

Noticing a blush forming on your face, him still holding your hand, you holding his face, and the still-raging adrenaline in his body Sam surged forward, crashing his lips into yours. At first, you stiffened in surprise, but then melted into his embrace, your hands finding a grip on his jacket.

The kiss was intense, fueled by the rush of adrenaline shared. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, faces only inches apart. “That was… unexpected,” you whispered, a smile playing on your lips. “Yeah,” Sam agreed, his eyes locked onto yours. You chuckled, still caught up in the moment, holding onto each other. “So, what now?” you asked, the adrenaline giving way to a warm, giddy feeling.

Sam looked around, his expression softening. “I think we could both use a drink after that. How about we find a quieter place?” You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “That sounds like the perfect way to end the night.” Hand in hand, you walked together through the quiet streets, leaving the chaos of the night behind

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