#auglet

so the animatic would be like a small 30 second thing that shows the ship’s dynamic. some of these i have ideas of the parts of the song i’d use others i don’t so if you have any suggestions or ideas lemme know!

for good luck babe im lowkey inspired by that au @/orianaquinn wrote where marjorie left oriana on her wedding night to be will seven 🤯 so juicy but what if we did the reverse!! ish, ig. jackie and seven are getting married and oriana is at the wedding and jackie sees her in the crowd and is like 🫢💔

rule #34 would just be a lot of suggestive art of august and violet LOLOLOL. the song is freaky they’re freaky that’s about that.

p.u.n.k girl would be so cute its just showing the paris x seven dynamic. p is forthe painful wayyyy she makes me feel some days and its like one of them crying then u is for utopia its them holding hands or smth.

mr. loverman would probably be sev pov pinning over jackie LOL

August peeks down the hallway. A half-empty vending machine buzzes delicately between a set of dusty light fixtures. There was a party at Triple's tonight, leaving the west wing of the hotel completely abandoned. Violet flaked the moment she realized no one brought weed and August flaked the moment they realized she wasn't staying.

The band complains that they're always together, but they're never get to be alone together. Well. They usually never get to be alone together. A few stops ago Violet managed to sneak August into a storage closet. Their pulse jumps just thinking about it.

Violet steps into the hallway. "All clear?"

"Looks like it."

She grins, spinning around to walk back into the common room.

It's an odd space. There's no door—only an archway that leads to a window, two couches, and an unplugged flat screen. Violet draws the blinds before dropping onto the couch furthest from the hallway. Her oversized Misfit Alley tee pools around her collarbones, revealing the strap of her bra.

In that moment August decides they'll take the initiative. They saunter up to Violet with their hands in their pockets, thankful for the few inches they have on her. "I finally have you to myself."

She tilts her head, watching August through her lashes. The urge to fidget is strong. If there’s anything they’ve learned these past few weeks, it’s that Violet Rhodes likes taking them apart with the least amount of effort possible.

In other words, she’s a professional eye fucker.

There's skill in the way her attention drags itself across August's body. She gnaws at her lip piercing, eyeing their arms, then neck, and finally their lips. Somehow they know exactly and absolutely nothing of what she's thinking. The only thing they know for sure is they want to take their clothes off. (And maybe get on their knees.)

"What is it you plan on doing with me?" Violet teases—like the idea is a cute hypothetical. August knows immediately it's a challenge.

In past relationships, they've never been particularly reserved. They've never given it much thought either, but with Violet dominance is a physical line she toes at all times. She could say the simplest thing and August's first instinct is to nod and obey. How much of that is a consequence of their childhood verses a product of their arousal, they're not sure.

"I can show you." Their voice is more strained than they'd like.

Violet gives an exaggerated look of shock. It's a little humiliating and it goes straight to their crotch. "Really?"

"Mhm."

Violet crosses her legs on the couch. "I'm ready when you are."

They haven't thought this through, have they?

How far is she willing to go? Anyone could walk in and see them. Violet knows that. Does she really not care, or is this just another way she’s testing them?

Then again, if they did get caught, it wouldn't be that bad. In a general sense. There's no cameras on tonight so the risk of a scandal happening is low. It would just be a person, a stray from Triple's party probably, catching August with their hand down Violet's pants.

August would explode.

They can't say the thought isn't a little…hot. The two of them sweaty and flushed, stuck at their most vulnerable. Violet seems like the type to be into that. She'd probably grin and shamelessly tell August to keep going.

"Don't know where to start, Auggy?"

Shit. Violet's given them the okay to have their way with her and August is fantasizing about getting caught. This is the horniest they've ever been. August grabs the back of the couch with one hand and seizes Violet's jaw with the other.

They pull her closer, forcing her to yield to their mouth. The kiss is sloppy, uncoordinated in it's need as they both reach for the other. Even when August is taking the lead they can't hide how much they need her.

Violet is the one who yanks August onto her lap. Their thighs bracket her hips, the new position providing just enough pressure on August's crotch to make them ache. They groan and slide their hands up her band tee to palm at her breasts.

"I'll never get sick of your mouth," Violet says as she breaks apart to breath. "You're such a good kisser it's unfair."

They're gonna hold onto that forever.

Every moan August pulls from Violet is like a gift to their ears. They move to her neck, if only to stop muffling her sounds, when she goes, "Oh, fuck."

Her noises turn whiny and loud and so unlike any part of her August has come to know. They drag the flat of their tongue across her throat and her hands shoot to their hair. "Your fucking mouth, August."

They smirk, alternating kisses and hickeys into her skin. "You're so sensitive."

"Shut up." Violet curls a hand around the front of August's belt. "Take these off."

"Here??"

"I wanna see where you're sensitive."

That has their ears ringing. "You're kind of a perv."

"Please, Auggy." Her hand pulls at their hair a little, the sting making their whole body go hot. "Won't you be good for me?"

August is already undoing their jeans. Violet lets go of their hair to help.

"Violet. August. Where areee you guysss?" The drunken, sing-songy voice of Rowan calls from down the hallway.

Violet palms August once, the most evilest of smiles on her face. August has to bite their hand to stay silent and as the footsteps get closer August realizes they're about to come practically untouched.

The worst part? If she kept going, they would've let her.

Instead, Violet only kisses August one last time, before shrugging their jeans back up and throwing them off of her. Rowan barges in not a second later.

"There you guys are!" Rowan beams happily, stumbling over the couch to flop over the both of them. His head is in Violet's lap and not August's thankfully. They have no clue how'd they'd explain this. "You guys missed so much!"

Violet chuckles. "Did we?"

Rowan nods, solemnly. "Yessss. Triple did body shots off of me."

August can't bring themselves to speak, too busy thinking about how to fix their belt without Rowan noticing.

"Lucky you." Violet bites her lip like she holding in a laugh. "At least someone's getting some action around here."

Rowan pats Violet's cheek. "Don't worry, my sweet. Your time is soon."

Violet looks at August from over Rowan's head. She winks. "I can't wait."

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