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As won by the poll, the MC x Seven first kiss drabble is first! A few things: 1) this drabble is fucking long sorry and 2) though this is what I imagine their first kiss to be like, I don't want to go as far as saying it's completely canon, mostly because I'm sure it can go many different ways with different types of MC's. And 3rd) I tried really hard to make this fluffy and not so serious and I'm sure you can see the shift where I thought 'oh crap' but...I am not a fluff writer and I will be working on that lmao 4th) as always, I do not edit my drabbles and I really only do one draft of them so excuse the wordy/awkward sentences or typos or any of that sort and finally, sorry about that last line lmfao
âHave any of you seen Seven?â
Thatâs the question youâve been asking all night since your band left The Golden Spoon, a bar in the crux of the city. It had one of your best audiences in recent memory; there were no lulls in engagement, no dull moments that made you question yourself. People loved the songs and danced their hearts out, some even asked for pictures once the set was over. Fame, however small, feels pretty fucking good.Â
That holds the most truth in Seven. After the set was over, they were on a high, laughing and talking to anyone who offered them even a sliver of their time. Thatâs usually how it goes with a successful set--Seven becomes a magnet for all sorts of attention. Unreachable, untouchable. No wonder you barely had a chance to talk to them after leaving.
It didnât bother you, considering you were all heading to the bar ownerâs apartment for a small after-party. You just assumed youâd talk to Seven there, considering itâs an apartment. Eight-hundred square feet at most. Small enough that you could spot Sevenâs familiar red bandana in any crowd.Â
Or not.Â
The group you just asked share equally confused looks and answer with varying shrugs.Â
You huff, pushing through the slightly sparse but growing crowd. You maneuver through the kitchen and ask a haggle of women who claim they didnât even see Seven arrive. The man standing alone in the hall? Saw Seven once and never again.
Youâre growing frustrated.
With every answer, your impatient grows. Where the hell could Seven be? You came with them but were quickly swept away by the hordes of people throwing various questions and praise your way. Seven hasnât responded to any of your texts either, which sprouts up a small seed of worry in you.Â
âHey, MC!âÂ
You look up to see Jazzy beckoning you over to the couch in the living room, where most people have congregated. In the center stands Rowan, gesticulating wildly as he tells a story from high school...one youâre sure youâve heard many times before.
Jazzy waves you over again and you sigh. Half your mind still on Sevenâs whereabouts, you stride through the living room and take a seat in the corner of the couch next to Iris, half your body pressed against the armrest.
ââŚand thatâs when I had to sit down because I kid you not, I was about to fucking eat concreteâŚâ
The group laughs as Rowan weaves a tale of failed skateboarding antics. The names of you and your friends come up a few times, and whenever Seven is mentioned you canât help but jolt and look around in hopes that they slipped back inside at some point in the story. With every mention, your body deflates further and further.
Until your phone buzzes.Â
You turn it around, only to catch Seven finally responding to your million texts asking where they are.
Seven: Roof
You quirk a brow at the messageâthe one word that says so muchâand type something quickly in return.
You: Thought you died.
Another buzz.
Seven: Canât get rid of me that easily.
You snort, though no one else is laughing. You lower your phone a bit to appear engaged but send back a quick text.Â
You: Aw, really? I was hoping Iâd finally be free of you.
Seven: Har-har. Are you coming or not? Iâm feeling lonelyyyy
Your heart races and another laugh bubbles out of you when Seven sends a GIF of someone ungracefully falling on the floor. You didnât realize how much of a relief it is to hear from them until now, seeing Sevenâs text on your screen. Is your body that attuned to them? That, whenever theyâre gone, you can feel their absence, so palpable itâs as if a part of you is missing? When theyâre near, you feel more than complete. Drowning in so much joy that itâs almost overwhelming?
What do you call that?
You shake away the thoughts and send a reply: Coming.Â
Brushing yourself off when you stand, you catch your friends looking at you. You shoot Rowan a small smile and walk out of the living room, where you quickly hear him go into another story about who-knows-what. At least the party seems interested.
Another buzz.Â
Seven: Bring some bears please
You: Bears?Â
Seven: Beers. Whatever.Â
Shaking your head, you put your phone away and divert your path to the kitchen where you swipe two bottles of beer. You use the end of the counter to pop open the tops before making your way out of the apartmentâŚonly to soon realize you donât actually donât know where youâre going.
Dangling the beers between two fingers, you take out your phone.Â
You: Where am I going?
Seven: Are you serious? Itâs a roof. Just go up.
Seven: lol
You: I will kill you.
Seven: OMG you really are trying to get rid of me
You: Seven Lawless
Seven: Using my whole name? Just shivered. The roof entrance is down the hall to your left. Ignore the signs telling youâŚnot to go to the roof.Â
You move to the door and sure enough, there is a large sign warning of any trespassers.Â
You: You mean the sign saying that âviolators will be fined and/or arrested?â
Seven: Ignore it. Itâs just a very strong suggestion
Seven: (trust me)Â
Scoffing, you push it open with your shoulder and go up the single flight of stairs to the roof. Stepping outside grants you a cacophony of sounds; car horns, the sound of the wind rushing past your cheeks, music playing from Sevenâs phone.Â
âIâm starting to think you look at the floor plan of every place you enter just to find the roof,â you say by way of greeting as you approach them.
Seven looks behind their shoulder from their spot on the ledge, their previously blank face widening into a sly grin.Â
Your heart races at the image of Seven smiling at you, though you quickly push it down. You donât know whatâs been happening but lately, everything Seven does pulls a reaction from you. A simple look makes your stomach squeeze. A brush of their hand sends goosebumps up your arms. A smile can throw your whole body out of whack.Â
âI needed a break,â Seven replies, turning back around to face ahead. As you get closer, you see their legs dangling over the edge. Itâs not too far belowâthe building is four storiesâbut itâs still enough to give you vertigo when you go to sit next to them. âSomeone asked me to sign their divorce papers."
Your lip twitches as you hand them a bottle. âDid you?â
Seven looks over to you, gaze glittering beneath stray strands of dark hair that fall in front of their eyes. âYes.âÂ
You laugh and Seven swats your following hand away in your attempt to shove them to the side. âWoah, woah!â Their brief panic from the possibility of falling is laced with humor and you let out a small, âsorry!â that Seven waves off.Â
"Signing divorce papers," you muse. "I wonder what we'll sign when we're global rockstars."
Their humor subsides, and their smile weakens as they toy with their bottle. You wait, silent, as Seven inhales through their nose and says, âDo you ever regret it?â They gesture vaguely around them. âDoingâŚall of this?â
You face ahead and think about it, stretching your legs out in front of you. âNot really. Do you?â
Seven takes a swig of their drink before setting it down next to them, lifting both shoulders in a quick shrug. âNo. This is all I ever wanted to do.â
âThen why donât you sound so convinced?â
Their eyes cut to yours and they snort a little.Â
âHey, you brought it up,â you prod.
They huff through their nose, eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. âShut up.â Once again, their humor is brief, and you start to think that there must be something within Seven thatâs torn, fighting to come out. It wouldnât surprise you; Seven has always loved too much, hurt too much, felt too much. They call it a Fatal Flaw, how attached they get, but really, you find it endearing. Itâs rare to find people like them in this world. You wish they knew that. âAh, I donât want to ruin the mood.â
You nudge them. âSay it.âÂ
They begin rocking back and forth in thought, nudging you back every time they move. âSometimesâŚwhen Iâm on stageâŚâ They clear their throat. âSometimes I feel so lonely.â
Oh.
You expected many things, but not that.Â
Lonely? Seven is lonely? Granted, Seven hasnât had the greatest home life, but you assumed that they found an abundance of people to surround themselves with. Hell, they looked like they were having the time of their life after the gig!
Sevenâs frowning now, their eyes glazing over with an emotion you canât read. âI see all those faces and I love it. The attention. The way they sing our songs. I feel fucking alive, you know?â
You nod, hanging on to every word. You understand them; the feeling of music and standing on that stage, singing emotions and states of being that canât be explained in any other way but through song.
âBut then I look back andâŚâ They chew on their inner cheek, brows furrowing as they evidently search for the right words. âI wonder if they see me. Like really see me.âÂ
Your lips part. For a moment, youâre speechless. âSevââ
âAnd I know itâs unfair to think that,â Seven breaks in quickly. âTheyâre fans. I shouldnât put so much responsibility on them, but it justâŚ.fuck, I donât know what Iâm saying.â
âNo!â you say. Seven jolts and whips their head toward you, giving you a look of alarm. âI get what youâre saying.â You adjust to face them completely. âI feel it too, sometimes. You just want to be seen not as Seven Lawless butâŚâ You clear your throat. âSeven Duckstein. You know?â
Seven holds your gaze. Their eyes sparkle under the fairy lights that are strung around the lattice detailing on the roof. As their eyes dart around your face, searching for something, you wonder if it was wrong to bring up their real name. Itâs always been a sore topic for them, amongst other things. You just hope Sev understands what youâre trying to say.Â
They crack a small smile and nod. âYeah.â
You let out a small breath of relief, grateful Seven understands what you mean. You gaze around, looking down at the street below. Distantly, you can feel Sevenâs eyes still on you. Your skin burns under their stare, but you do your best to keep looking at the tiny people running inside shops, chatting, and slipping into cars. Living entire lives that you will never know the depth of.Â
You wonder if you have learned the true depth of Seven Duckstein. Even after all these yearsâŚthey still seem like a mystery to you.Â
And you sort of hate how exciting that feels. As if uncovering the hidden layers of your best friend is something to look forward to.Â
âIâm not lonely with you, though.â
Your eyes flicker up to meet theirs. You laugh a little. âHow could you be? Iâm with you 24/7.â
Seven rolls their eyes and itâs their turn to shove you. âCan you be serious a sec? Iâm trying to tell you I appreciate you.â They drag the syllables on the word âappreciate,â trying to emphasize the severity of the moment.Â
You raise your palms in mock surrender. âKeep going. Iâm listening.â
They pause for a beat. âNo. Iâm nervous.â
âWhat!â
âToo much attention.â
âYouâre a performer?!â
They raise a finger. âThatâs different.âÂ
âOh, pleaseââ
Somehow you and Seven fall in a lighthearted round of bickering, swatting each otherâs hands as you playfully fight. That fighting soon turns into tickling, and Sevenâs usually even voice turns into high-pitched squeals that you wish you could record to use against them later.
You donât know how it happened, but somehow Seven ends up on their back, sighing happily at the darkened sky that hovers over you both. You lean on your side, your body pressed against Sevenâs, and rest your head on your hand.
âCome onnnn,â you prod, poking their rib. They squirm. âTell me how much you appreciate me.â Your voice softens as Sevenâs humor dies. âTell me how you really feel.â
You meant for it to come out as a joke, but the delicacy in your voice betrays the true intention thatâs hiding deep within you.
Sevenâs eyes slowly, hesitantly, glide away from the stars pulsing in the sky to meet your eyes. With their hair framing their face, their small smile, and the glare of the fairy lights dancing on their face, they have never looked so vulnerable.
SoâŚdifferent.Â
âI donât think I should.â
That has you stiffening. A flare of panic rises in your stomach. What does Seven mean by that? Part of you knows butâŚno. Youâre being ridiculous.Â
They turn their head away, rolling their lips. Itâs silent for a moment. You convince yourself Seven wonât speak until they say, âIâm afraid. Of you.â
âWhat?â you blurt, eyes wide. You hardly know how to act right now. This conversation has gone a direction youâre not sure of.
They turn back to face you. âYou have too much power over me. It scares me.â
You open your mouth to speak. The only thing that comes out is a pathetic noise from your throat.
Seven snorts at your reaction, frowning at the sky. âYou really donât know the effect you have on others.â
âI doubt I have any impact on others," you mutter, feeling oddly self-conscious.
âFine then. You donât know the effect you have on me.â They huff, throwing their bandana aside to run a hand through their hair in frustration. âItâs kind of annoying.â
You sputter out a laugh, reaching out to poke them again. âAre you seriously insulting meââÂ
Seven grabs your hand mid-way, their skin warm against yours. You look down, staring at the polish on their nails as they curl their hand around your palm. âIâm not trying to insult you.âÂ
âThen what are you trying to do?â you mumble, your eyes still on your joined skin.Â
âIâm trying to do as you asked.â Seven inhales a shuddering breath. âIâm telling you how I really feel.â
You jerk a nod. âOkay. Sorry.â Your voice is quiet. âGo.â
Silence.
Sevenâs lip twitches as they look up at you. âNervous again. Too much attention.â
âFuck off,â you throw out, though thereâs no strength behind your words.Â
Itâs Sevenâs turn to apologize. âSorry.â They swallow. âI just think I might mess up my words with you looking at me.âÂ
You debate something. Debate the logic behind whatever youâre going to say next. This moment feels too big to make decisions on feelings you donât know are fleeting or not. This is Seven. Your best friend. Anything you do will permanently change the comfortable camaraderie you two have had since you were kids.Â
ButâŚyou canât stop from thinking it might be worth it anyway.Â
âThen donât use words.âÂ
Sevenâs lips part, mostly from surprise. And then you see it; the shift in their expression-- from uncertain to determined. Their eyes darken and slowly, they release their grip on your hand to place it on the back of your neck, pulling you toward them.Â
Your heart races in your chest. Are you two really doing this? After years of casual closeness; sleepovers, handshakes, private looks across crowded rooms. Has there been an underlying attraction you just never paid attention to? Or maybe you did, and both of you were too afraid to confront it.Â
Seven is slow at firs, as if they aren't quite sure they should be doing this after all. But when you donât pull away they grow the confidence to close the remaining inches of space between you.
Kissing Seven isn't like anything you imagined. And you can't lie; you've imagined it plenty of times.
What is happening...?
Lips warm against yours, you clutch the leather of their jacket as they pull you closer. The kiss is a messy and desperate dance of teeth and tongues but you donât mind. Not when Seven tastes like gum and alcohol and is sending goosebumps down your arms as they absently run circles on the skin of your neck.Â
Messy seems about right.
Seven smells of lavender and pine and mint and so many other smells you never noticed until now, when youâre so aware of them and their existence that your brain canât make out any words except Seven Seven Seven.
Seven kisses you like it's their own salvation; as if kissing you now is the only thing anchoring them to this moment. As if pulling away means breaking whatever dream you two have found yourselves in. So they pull you even closer, deepening the kiss and sighing happily into your mouth.
You could kiss Seven Lawless all night. Shit, you could kiss Seven Lawless forever.
They tug on your lower lip with their teeth just lightly before closing their mouth to plant a more chaste kiss before pulling away. You swallow a frustrated groan, stifling the urge to pull them back into another kiss.Â
Your eyes flutter open at the loss of warmth.
"That...that was a lot better than I thought," they breathe.
"You've thought about it?" you joke, careful not to speak too loudly in fear of ruining the moment.
Their answering nod is jerky. "Yeah. An embarrassing amount of times."
You both laugh. The humor quickly dies. Then...the worst part comes: the silence.
The horrible, awkward silence.
See, no one ever talks about what comes afterward. The reality of realizing what it is you've just done. The panic that follows the post-kiss clarity.
âUhâŚâ
âErâŚâ
They slowly drop their hand from your neck.Â
And then they burst up, making you fall back on your ass.Â
âYouââ They whirl around. âDid you just kiss me?â
âMe?!â you guffaw, standing on your feet as well. âYou mean you kissed me!â
âMe?â They stand there, and then a manic, happy laugh escapes them. You watch as they put their hands on both of their cheeks, blowing out a long breath. âSo I did, didnât I?â
Itâs your turn to laugh. You feel drunk. âYeah. You did.â
âYou kissed me back.â Their voice comes out almost accusatory.
âYeah.â Your brows furrow. ââŚI did.â
Seven and you stand there. A rush of wind passes. Neither of you speak.
Until both of you do.
âThatââ
âWeââ
Seven physically clamps their mouth shut with their hand. Your brain is a static fuzz of nothingness.Â
Songwriters at a loss for words. Itâs almost funny.Â
âIsâŚâ You clear your throat. âIs that how you really feel?â
Seven meets your eyes and then quickly looks away. âYeah.â A mumble. âFor a while now.â
Your eyes widen. âIââ
âDonât say anything!â Seven raises a hand, stopping you.Â
You jolt, mostly because Seven just acted like they saw a bug or something. âWhat!â
âYou know in the movies and TV shows where a person confesses to another person and that other person feels obligated to say something back even though they likely didnât think it through as long as the other person?â Seven says in one breath.
You blink. âI have no idea what the fuck youâre talking about.â
ââwell, I always found that to be pathetic. Almost like a pity response.â They begin nervously smoothing their hands on their pants, exhaling a heavy sigh. âJust donâtâŚsay anything, okay?â
âSeven.â
Seven, still a bit frantic, comes over to you and puts their hands on your shoulders. âJust forget this happened. Iâll get over it. I justâŚI may have drank a bit and I needed to get it out of my system and I donât want this to ruin what we have.âÂ
You have whiplash. Maybe it was you who drank too much. You two were just kissingâkissingâand now Seven is telling you to forget it...?
âThat kiss was in the heat of the moment and I mean, I did like it but it may be weird and weâve been best friends for so long that I know you might find it odd. And hey,â--they let out a burst of shaky laughter--"maybe we can write a song out of thi--'
You pull their face forward, stifling the rest of their words in another pathetically desperate kiss that burns you all over.
It takes Seven a few seconds to catch up, but when they do, their hands go from your shoulders to your cheeks, cupping your face.
By the time you pull away, you're both slightly breathless. You say, âJustâŚshut up.â
Seven simply stares at you, parted lips glistening and eyes peering at you as if youâre a painting in the Louvre. Like you're something worth their awe and wonder.Â
Maybe itâs now, just like when they were laying down, that Seven is seeing you differently too.
The sound of metal squeaks in the air with the door opening. You and Seven jolt, quickly shuffling away from each other just as Rowan, Iris, Devyn, and Jazzy appear.Â
âWe were looking for you guâwhatâs going on?â Jazzy asks, her eyes darting between you two.
âNothing.â Seven takes a wide step away from you, swiping a hand across their lips. You swear you see the shadow of a smile on their face. âWe were just...talking.â
âYou were missing the party, Sev Sev.â Jazzy comes over to Seven and throws her arm around their neck in some sort of move that canât possibly be comfortable. âWhere did you go?â
âSorry, Jazz Jazz,â Seven jokes back, exasperated. They keep one eye on you as Jazzy pulls them away back inside. They steal one glance at you before they disappear down the stairs.
You stand there, ruminating over what just happened. Your lips still sting and the phantom touch of Sevenâs mouth still makes the hair on your arms rise.
âYou okay?âÂ
Rowanâs voice has you jolting back to the present. âWhat?â
âYou and Seven.â Rowan gestures at you. âAre you guys alright?â
âHuh? Oh. Yeah.â You wave a dismissive hand as you begin walking back inside. âTotally. Weâre just peachy. What are we doing?â
âWeâre heading home, actually,â Iris says, shooting you a curious look. âParty got boring.â
You snort, and you and your friends walk down the stairs to meet Seven and Jazzy in the hall. Seven looks your way and quickly averts their gaze, grazing the bottom of their teeth along their lip in evident thought.
You know, eventually, you and Seven will have to talk aboutâŚwhatever that was that just happened. Youâre not quite sure yet what it means. Though you do know one thing: tonight has changed something. Suddenly your friendship is something far more than precious: itâs fragile. And you canât help but wonder what that kiss means for it.
âShould we get something to eat?â Iris asks the group as you saunter out of the building. âIâm hungry.â
âIâm okay with anything you want.â As Seven says this, they look over to you, and you know theyâre not just talking about food.
âYeah,â you decide. âMe too.â
âBurgers it is,â Iris says. Devyn hums in agreement.
Seven smiles at you, and you can feel the shift in them. When they gaze at you, something else lies there. Something else that makes your heart quicken.
Yeah, you may not know what comes next in your friendship, but you do know one thing: you and Seven will never part.
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(referencing last post) I ended up changing him a little bit too... He's fused to Volcanion now sorry guys. but that makes me think he's gotta be real hydrated if he ever... Uses the cannons he has. Those two holes on his back are where they come from, and they're like that for the sake of not having to actually draw them all the time.
Also his eyes were changed based on how he looked in Miitopia. look at him he's so cute hi linebecks đ˘