#( just a little something to get some more interactions rolling for alex )

[justallmyfantasies]

anniversary presents

just a little something that’s better than dinner at a fancy restaurant

contains: 18+ smut! (unprotected piv, fingering, little bit of praise, fluff too and yeahhh i think that’s all)

word count: 2.3k

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

breeze entered your bedroom by the open window, your eyes slowly opening and a shiver falling down your body. you turned to see the space next to you empty. this was unusual, this made the room feel even colder.

you took your time getting out of bed, putting on a robe and some slippers. you took steps downstairs, hearing the sound of cups clashing and plates being placed onto counters.

you felt intrigued, your body walking closer to the room. you peaked into the room to see alex cooking. trying his best anyway.

you laughed to yourself, him too focused to hear you. you stepped closer into the room, taking a seat quietly on a stood. as alex turned around he spotted you. his face lighting up in surprise.

“happy anniversary.” you said, propping your elbows onto the table to rest your head in your hands.

“you’re not supposed to be awake yet.” he huffed, you looked at him confused.

“what?” you replied.

“i was making you breakfast in bed.” he said as started to dish the food onto a plate.

"oh, that's so sweet of you," you said with a smile, looking at the food he had prepared. "but you didn't have to go through all this trouble just for me."

alex walked over to you and handed you the plate, placing a kiss on your forehead. "i wanted to make this day special for you," he said, sitting down beside you. "after all, it's our anniversary."

"but you know what would make this day even more special?" you said with a mischievous grin, taking a bite of your food.

alex looked at you with a raised eyebrow, a small smile on his face. "what's that?" he asked.

you set down your fork and leaned in closer to him, your voice dropping to a low whisper. "if you join me back in bed." your fingers gently tracing up his arm.

alex's cheeks flushed a deep red, a small laugh escaping his lips. "you know, i was trying to be romantic here." he mumbled.

you shrugged, a smile still on your face. "i never said it wasn't romantic." you teased, taking another bite of food.

alex rolled his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "you're impossible." he said, standing up and moving to your side of the table. he lifted you off the stool and lifted you over his shoulder, carrying you back upstairs to the bedroom.

you laughed loudly as he carried you over his shoulder, your robe coming undone. "alex! put me down!" you exclaimed, still laughing as he entered the bedroom.

he walked over to the bed and gently tossed you onto it, crawling on top of you and pinning you down. you were both laughing now, the happiness between you two evident. he leaned down and kissed your neck, causing a small shiver to go down your body.

"you know," he said in between kisses, "i had a whole day planned out for us."

"oh, really?" you said, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. "and what was that?"

alex pulled back slightly, his lips still close to your skin. "well, i had reservations at that fancy restaurant you like." he said, his hand tracing up your side.

"mmm, sounds nice," you responded, your hand tangling in his hair. "but i think i'd rather stay here with you."

alex chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "is that so?" he said, his hand slowly traveling up your thigh.

"mhm," you hummed, your legs subconsciously spreading open for him. "i think i'd rather have you all to myself."

alex groaned, his hand massaging the inside of your thighs. "you're a tease, you know that?" he said, his voice low and rough.

"i know," you replied, your fingers tracing down his shoulders and arms. "but it's more fun this way."

alex leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. his hand moved further up your thigh, finding your heat and starting to rub you through your panties

you moaned softly into his mouth, your hips bucking up against his hand. you knew he could feel how wet you were, how much you wanted him.

he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you. "you're driving me crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his breath ragged.

"that's the point," you said, your own breath coming out in short gasps. "i want you just as crazy as i am."

you moved one hand down to the front of his sweatpants, feeling how hard he was already. he let out a low moan, pressing his hips into your touch.

"careful, love." he gasped out, his hand still between your thighs. "if you keep that up, i'm not going to last long."

you smiled at his words, your fingers moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. "we don't have anywhere to be." you said, slowly starting to pull them down along with his boxers.

he helped you to pull them down, kicking them off the bed. your hands immediately went back to his hair, pulling him down for another kiss.

he groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. his hardness was right against your core, barely separated by the thin layer of your panties. you rocked your hips against him, craving the friction. he broke the kiss again, his lips trailing down your neck and to your chest.

he pushed up the fabric of your robe, exposing your bare chest to him.

alex looked up at you through his eyelashes, his hands caressing your skin. "you're beautiful." he whispered before his lips found your breast, sucking lightly.

your back arched at the sensation, a small gasp escaping your lips. His hands held your hips down, keeping you from rocking against him.

"please," you whispered, your hand tangling in his hair. "i need you."

he hummed against your skin, his lips moving to your other breast. "patience." he murmured, his teeth gently nipping at your sensitive flesh.

you whimpered, the mixture of pleasure and frustration driving you crazy. his mouth was so good, his hands keeping you in place as he continued to tease you.

he moved down, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. his soft hands moved to your hips, slowly pulling down your panties.

you lifted your hips to help him, your body craving his touch. he tossed the panties away, his hands moving up your thighs and slowly spreading your legs open.

his eyes traveled down to your exposed core, a small moan escaping his lips. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "you're so beautiful." he whispered, his hands gently kneading the inside of your thighs.

your body shivered under his touch, desperate for more. "please," you whispered, your legs spreading further apart. "please, i need you."

he groaned at your words, his eyes darkening even more. "you're so impatient, love." he said, his hands massaging your thighs.

he looked down at your core again, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "you're so wet for me." he murmured, his fingers tracing up and down your inner thighs. "i don't know how long i can hold myself back."

you whimpered at his words, your hips moving involuntarily. "then don't," you gasped out. "please, i need you now."

he chuckled, his fingers finally brushing over your clit. "as you wish." he started to rub in slow, lazy circles, his eyes not leaving yours.

you moaned loudly, your back arching at the sensation. his touch was always perfect, always knew exactly where to go to drive you insane.

he added more pressure, his fingers picking up the pace. "you like that?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"yes," you gasped out, your hips rocking against his hand. "yes, oh god, yes." he watched you intently, his fingers moving faster and faster.

his other hand held your hips down, preventing you from moving too much. "you look so beautiful like this.” he said, his voice breathless.

you could feel yourself getting close, the heat in your abdomen building. "please, i need more," you gasped out. "please, i'm so close."

alex smirked, his fingers moving even faster. "then come for me." your body reacted to his words, the pleasure building until you couldn't take it anymore. you came with a loud moan, your body shuddering under him. he didn't stop, his fingers still moving against you, prolonging your orgasm.

"that's it," he murmured, his fingers slowing down, helping you down from your high. "you did so good."

you lay there, breathing heavily, your body feeling like it was on fire. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your cheek.

"i love you," he said, his voice soft.

you reached up and brought him down for a deep kiss, needing to feel him close. he leaned over you, his body pressing against yours.

his tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss hungry and full of need. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. you could feel his hardness against your skin, reminding you of what you wanted.

"i need you," you gasped out, your body still oversensitive. "i need you inside me, now."

he groaned at your words, his hips involuntarily bucking against you. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice ragged. "i don't want to hurt you."

you nodded, your hands moving down to his hips and pulling him towards you. "i'm sure." you said, desperate to feel him.

he groaned again, his lips crashing onto yours in a deep kiss. alex repositioned himself, his hardness pressing against your entrance. he looked at you, his eyes dark with need. "are you sure?" he asked again, obviously to make sure.

"yes," you gasped out, your body trembling with anticipation. "please, yes."

he kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as he slowly pushed inside you. you moaned into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to him.

"you feel so good." he whispered, his lips moving to your neck. he started to move, gently rocking his hips against you. his hands held your hips, guiding your movements. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer. you could feel every inch of him inside you, the connection between you feeling more intense than ever before.

his pace quickened, his breaths coming out in short moans. "you feel so good, darling." he repeated, his lips finding yours again.

you kissed him back, your hands moving up to his hair, gripping it tightly. the pleasure was building again, the pressure inside you growing. you were truly amazed on how much this man could make you feel.

"i'm getting close," he gasped out, his hips moving faster. "are you close?"

"yes," you gasped, the feeling building and building. "don't stop." he continued to move, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. suddenly, he hit a spot inside you that sent a shockwave through your body, a loud moan escaping your lips. "fuck! there," you gasped out. "oh god, right there."

he chuckled, his hips starting to hit that spot with every thrust. you could feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building and building. his hands held your hips tightly, his lips finding your neck again.

you were teetering on the edge, the pleasure so intense that you thought you might explode. "i'm so close." you gasped, your body trembling.

"just a little more, baby" he whispered, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "i’m right there with you." after a few more thrusts. your body tightened around him, your breath catching in your throat as you came undone. he followed right after you, his body shuddering as he found his release. he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.

"wow," he breathed out, his voice filled with awe. "that was... wow." you chuckled, your fingers playing with his hair. your body still buzzing with pleasure.

he rolled off you, laying on his back beside you. you immediately snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer.

you lay there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the moment and the feeling of being close to each other. eventually, he turned his head to look at you, a small smile on his face. "i have to say," he said, his voice still a little breathless, "i think that was the best anniversary present ever."

you chuckled, looking up at him. "better than a fancy dinner, huh?"

he laughed, pulling you even closer. "much better." he said, kissing the top of your head. "though," he added, a sly smile forming on his lips, "i still wouldn't mind going out for dinner later."

you laughed, gently punching him in the arm. "you're impossible." you said, shaking your head.

he grinned, pulling you to sit on top of him. "but you love me anyway." he said, his hands resting on your hips.

"unfortunately," you sighed, pretending to be annoyed. "what am I going to do with you?"

"i can think of a few things." he replied, his hands moving to your thighs.

you laughed, swatting his hand away. "later. but this time, i’ll be the one treating you." you said, gently pushing off him and getting out of bed. He groaned, watching you as you pulled your robe back on.

"where are you going?" he asked, looking at you with a pout.

you chuckled at his expression, walking over to the bedroom door. "to take a shower and get dressed," you said, pausing before you left the room. "and don't you dare follow me in there."

"oh come on!" he whined, sitting up in bed. "what if i want to help you wash your back?"

you raised an eyebrow at him. "you know how that always ends." you playfully accused, walking out of the room.

he chuckled, watching you go. "that's exactly why i want to help you!" he called out after you. you just laughed and shook your head, disappearing into the bathroom.

a/n - hi it’s nearly 3am and i’m tired so i haven’t proofread this properly but yeahhh i kinda like this one

[norrisreads]

kiss me kiss me #CS55

PAIRING: carlos sainz x reader, mercedes staff!, platonic friendships with most of the drivers

SUMMARY: everyone has a crush on carlos sainz, everyone including you

WARNINGS: fluff fluff FLUUFF!!!!!!!

FACECLAIM: jennierubyjane on ig

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Daydreaming and people watching was something you’ll caught yourself doing mostly. At times, working in the motorsport industry, you’ll find yourself being busy but yet so free and here you are just staring into the space while sitting on the sidelines of the mercedes paddock club.

Until you felt someone sitting next to you, “Just to let you know, taking a picture helps, the staring is a little intense, y/n”

you recognised the voice of a specific Williams racings driver.

“what are you talking about, i’m just people watching as always albon. Where’s lily?” you shrugged your shoulders

“lily’s coming in a while, no but i am serious y/n, pipe down on the staring at the ferrari’s. George and I have been on a look out for you, you’ve been out here for at least an hour”

Honestly, you didn’t know it has been an hour until Alex told you off.

To tell the truth, you had a little crush on the driver from ferrari, specifically carlos sainz. Everything about him, just happens to be your exact ideal type. The only interaction you had with him was during the after party where he offered a drink & that’s probably when you started gaining feelings for the said driver.

“he’s so pretty and i am just this” you told alex.

“you could get it you know, there is alot of the engineers and staffs who are interested in you, especially because you’re always living up the moments, they’re just scared of toto”

Susie and you were close, ever-since you’ve decided to work under Mercedes since the age of 20th, which you’re currently on the second year right now. Susie and Toto tends to favour you especially when you were one of the youngest working under Mercedes amg, being close to the both of them practically means getting invited to family dinners, team dinners and more.

Other than Toto and Susie, you were also close to George and Lewis, and being close to George means you’re close to the Williams driver Alex Albon too. You were friends with the other drivers too, but aren’t quite close which resulted in your current situation.

staring at carlos sainz. “you know he’s freshly single?”

George came and joined the conversation between you and Albon. He then passed you a pair of tinted shades, “put some shades on, think it’s getting a-bit too obvious”

the comment by george made the both brits laughed, while you rolled your eyes to express your annoyance by their presence.

“being freshly single, does not mean i will give it a try, george. We have a 6 year difference, you know how i am with age gaps”

“if you’re gonna pull the age gap card, i’m going to pull myself out of this conversation, lily and i literally have a 3 years gap”

“no shit Alex, multiply that by two and it’ll be mine and the ferrari driver”

“To make you feel better, y/n. Think about Pierre’s and kika’s, theirs are way worse than you and him” george speaks out

“let’s move on, this is just us 3 being delusional”

“yeah you’re the delusional one, we’re just manifesting that you’ll have him sooner or later” Alex shrugged his shoulder and went back to the Williams paddock.

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Qualifying for the spain grand prix has just ended, you were just walking around the paddock clubs area, instead of being at mercedes, you’ve decided to explore a little. Susie had suggested for you to have a quick walkabout knowing your job tasks was done earlier in the day, and you were just waiting for the drivers to be back on the mercedes building.

Fully focusing on the application opened on your mobile phone, you weren’t really well aware of your surroundings until you bumped in-to a certain someone.

shit, “lamento lo ocurrido, oh..?”

the universe has decided to aligned with you today, because right now you could feel the bpm of your heart rate increasing to more than 100.

“oh y/n right? i didn’t know you can speak spanish” carlos was holding on to your shoulders to balance you from the impact of the bump the both of you had.

“no, no. I meant yeah, i’m y/n, what i am saying is no i can’t speak spanish, those words were kinda taught to me by google, just for this weekend” you nervously stuttered and laugh

“that’s a cute effort to learn, where are you headed to right now? it’s a-bit crowded ain’t it?” carlos continuing the conversation

did mother earth suddenly decides to love me today?

“yeah cute effort i guess, oh just walking around trying to familiarise myself with this surrounding for tomorrow’s race! yeah it’s way crowded rather than yesterday! congrats on p2 for qualifying by the way!”

having a conversation with him feels utterly weird yet you’re thankful for this situation to happened, because whew this man couldn’t be anymore finer than a greek god.

“Gracias, lindura! See you later, perhaps? George’s on his way, by the look of it I think he’s finding for you love, it was nice talking to you” carlos smiled and waved at you, walking alongside Lando Norris.

dings

three little pigs

russell: what the fuck was that? were the two of you talking?

albon: what’s going on

what does, lindura means? cutie????: y/n

albon: did he called you that????????

albon: ANSWER ME!

russell: they bumped into each other, they had a 5 mins conversation, in that 5 minutes she told me her heart rate bpm increased to 110 (she thinks) he also held her

albon: why are you answering me

russell: i’m telling you the details that she’s telling me right now, appreciate it you idiot

guys i think i’m in love, Spanish accent is so sexy to wake up to everyday, six years is nothing to me : y/n

albon: i could simply ask charles for carlos contact y/n, let me do it please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

russell: she just smacked my shoulders

“this is crazy george, that’s like my second time talking to him”

you paused your walk and turned yourself to face george

“hey guys” a thick french accent.

“oh charles, what a great timing” george pulled charles to the side and into our conversation

“hi charles”

“what’s this about? not in the Mercedes sidelines today staring into our building, y/n?” charles laughed which made my eyes turned wide

“what the fuck charles, YOU NOTICED? it was just one time, i swear.” i hid my face with my hands

“if it wasn’t for george’s tinted glasses, carlos would have caught you, good thing carlos is oblivious to everything” charles snickered yet finding the whole staring interaction adorable knowing from george about your tiny little (not tiny and little) crush towards Carlos.

“fucking embarrassing, this is my last appearance here. Im quitting this job” you rolled your eyes jokingly

“as if toto, susie and lewis will agree on that, you’re the sweet child of mercedes. Good-luck on pursuing carlos though, he’s a great guy y/n!” Charles ruffled your hair and walked off to the red building.

“I’m submitting my resignation letter tomorrow, i’m telling you Russell, leclerc can’t keep his mouth zipped. If half the grid knows of my little crush, it’s 70% chance my resignation letter will be on toto’s desk latest by next week” you sighed, for seeing the future

“dramatic as always” george laughed

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y/nsocials may & beginning of june dump 💋🎞️

pierregasly this isn’t a dump , i’m not even in the dump cherie

↳ y/nsocials do you hear that? the sound of me not giving a shit ♥️

↳ charles_leclerc can’t back you up sorry mate pierregasly

carlossainz55 cute :)

↳ y/nsocials thank you carlos! ♥️

georgerussell63 alex_albon cute X)

↳ mickschumacher cute :>

↳ lewishamilton cute :p

↳ y/nsocials I’m resigning.

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SPAIN GP 2023 AFTER PARTY

you were on your way to the after party with alex and lily, the others has already reached and you had to ask for a ride with the couple.

“how’s the progress of you and carlos, i’ve seen the comment”

lily asked u, i wish there was a progress though.

“the only progress there is was the fact my heart beats faster now whenever i think about the comment”

“dramatic as always, but i am being for real. Lily and i are curious, y/n. I can always ask for carlos contacts and pass it to you” alex rolled his eyes

“you were dramatic too when lily answered your dms. No alex, i want his attention the old fashion way, with him giving me his phone number by himself”

you sat back on the car seat with lily making sure your current outfit wouldn’t get ruined

“well i’m sure with what you’re wearing now, his eyes will be stuck on you all night and that phone number will be in your phone as soon as possible” lily commented and that comment had made you feel 100x more delusional as ever

dings

sharls shared a contact with you

sharls : he’s asking where’s your current location, i know the both of will you never do it, but i’m impatient

sharls : if he did ask for your number tonight, it’s because of me

what the fuck? what the fuck does charles means…..

what are you talking about??????? what about me? : y/n

Carlos Operatoooooor

russell changed group name to : carlos operatoooooor

russell added mickey chewsmacker

russell added chewis hamiltons

russell added sharls leclerc

russell: recruited new member(s)

mickey: why did i not know about this y/n

chewis: it was obvious mick, you should’ve seen her having her everyday ‘carlos’ watching hours

russell: every 2pm, don’t ask just watch

sharls: if stares could kill someone, carlos would’ve been dead

i’m in this chat idiots. I’m not invisible. : y/n

albon: we’re on the way, she’s with us! Lily thinks carlos is going to hit on her tonight, let’s see

sharls: i’m not surprised. Let’s see if toto lets y/n walk around though, first challenge 😨

you were going to fucking throw up, you were finally sitting down after celebrating max, lewis and george’s wins. Being in a huge crowded place wasn’t really your forte, but for the sake of your job you had to do it.

Other than that, susie had to bring you around to engage with other teams knowing how anti-social you are, and here you are finally having a breather outside of the club and zero signs of the carlos sainz.

you weren’t really a smoker type of person instead just a casual smoker but ever-since fully adulting, resulting to having a few puffs allowed your thoughts to permanently vanish.

you were covering your shoulders with Alex’s denim jacket (of course with the permission of lily’s) , sitting on the porch of the back exit of the club. Whenever the door swings open, you could here the songs bass booming and you could just feel a headache coming sooner or later.

Just a few minutes in, you felt the denim jacket that was on your shoulders lifted up, and replaced by a red jacket.

“thought this might be a better option, you look much greater in red anyways”

and there he was, carlos sainz taking a seat next to you.

and you’re so sure your heart is over the roof because there wasn’t any gap between you and carlos sainz.

“thank you, i don’t know about red, teal looks much better on me”

“well to me, red looks stunning on you. everything alright? too much to drink?”

if it wasn’t for the amount of blusher you’ve decided to use, the redness on your natural cheeks would’ve given away from the said comment

“just a slight pounding in the head, taking a breather. you want a puff?”

well honestly, you don’t even know if you should be offering him

“thanks for the offer love, but i don’t smoke. do your own thing, i’ll be accompanying you. A pretty woman shouldn’t be alone on the back exits”

if there’s anything a few drinks could do is having you feel so much bolder

“don’t flatter a woman like that carlos, she’s gonna fall for you especially coming from a ferrari driver”

“I wouldn’t mind flattering a woman if it’s you y/n”

there was a moment of silence because you had no idea how to react, “it’s the drunkenness in me but you’re driving me crazy carlos”

“care to explain, mi amor?”

you shook your head because no sane woman would tell the guy they have been eye-fucking that they’re interested

dings

carlos: hey cutie

“that’s my number, got yours from charles, if you’re ever wondering”

incoming facetime from mickey chewsmacker

answer or decline

“that’s mick’s name?” you nodded your head and Carlos laughed

you answered the phone-call and set it to loud speaker

“where are you little lady”

“back exit, it’s too loud in there”

“with mr prince charming?” you could hear Alex’s voice in the background

“if it’s me then yeah, she’s with the prince charming” carlos butt in the call, which made my face turned a shade of tomato red

not knowing mick was crowded around the others was also something you’ll never expected

“so no more staring from the sidelines?” this time, charles

carlos looking at you confused, you refused eye contact with him which made carlos snatching your phone away to have a conversation with charles in italian and with charles drunk on the phone, you knew the moment carlos looked at you wide eye you’ve realised charles had told him those staring moments, he then ended the call

“taking a picture would’ve lasted mi amor, i’m surprised i am unaware”

“i wasn’t looking at you, you were just in the view” you shrugged

“and that view is me?” carlos laughed and rested his head on your shoulders “you’re really cute, do you know?”

“yeah it happens to be you and i am fully aware Carlos”

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3 MONTHS LATER

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y/nsocials i fell in luv but that’s okay cause i’m in luv 💋💋 #baggedaman

lewishamilton so will you be on merc or ferrari’s side from now on 🫨

↳ georgerussell63 answer y/n. our friendship is on the line

↳ mickschumacher we manifested this but we didn’t foresee this situation

↳ alex_albon yeah whatever they said ^

↳ y/nsocials dramatic all of you. merc forever of course (maybe)

↳ carlossainz55 she’s ferrari’s on sundays

carlossainz55 always swayed by you mi amor 💋

↳ charles_leclerc no longer eye fucking on the sidelines yeah

↳ y/nsocials charles_leclerc STOP PERCEVAL.

↳ y/nsocials love you so so sooooooo much

landonorris boyfriend stealer 💀😠

↳ y/nsocials cry about it!!!!!!!!! mine forever 🫢

y/nbestff give her back to me carlossainz55

↳ carlossainz55 sorry no can’t do

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↳ end note: that’s all!!!!!!! sorry for rarely posting, have been kinda busy w school nowadays! hope you guys enjoy the carlos fluff 💋

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Ugh I loved the breeding kink one <3333 Pls write some bondage, I think you'd write it really well!!

Thank you!! I did my best! 💙💙💙💙 y’all are so sweet and also I’m glad we’re all massive whores together 😂

Content warning: afab reader, bondage, praise, overstimulation, Shane brain rot tbh, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The bachelors and bondage

Harvey:

Look at this man and tell me he doesn’t fantasize about seeing you In medical stirrups

I won’t be convinced otherwise

He wants to have you spread out before him on the exam table

Arms bound above your head while he teases your cunt with feather light touches, gentle sips of just the tip of his fingers inside your weeping hole

Has you whining for him to do something more, to plunge his fingers inside you and turn your brain to mush

“Now now, let the doctor do his job sweetheart or I may have to punish you”

Once he starts actually fucking you his hands are everywhere

Particularly fond of rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples until your desperately trying to get away from the harsh thrusts and overstimulating feelings

“Shh sweet girl, you can take it I know you can”

Elliott:

I think he’s more into the art of shibari, which is Japanese rope tying

Loves all the intricate knots and how the ropes make your skin pudge just a bit where it bites into you

Loves that it allows him to take his time tying each knot, tracing his fingers over your skin as he goes

Once he’s completed his masterpiece he loves to take a step back and enjoy how exposed you are to him, eyes wondering the expanse of your body while you dangle from the suspensions

It took a long time and a lot of research or proper methods before he was willing to try this on you, and ofcourse he would often times practice what he could on himself to ensure he could get the knots right

Although it isn’t an inherently sexual form of bondage it certainly can be used as such, sometimes he simply wants to admire how you look while tied up, other times he of course indulges

Loves to use toys on you when your bound like this, or his tongue and hands

“You look so beautiful like this my love, allow me to worship you just a bit longer”

Accidentally overstimulates you sometimes

Shane:

This man, oh boy

Absolutely loves to use bondage on you, hand cuffs are a common occurrence in the bedroom

So is his belt wrapped around your arms to keep them together behind your back

Spreader bars are used to keep your legs open for him

On nights he’s feeling particularly cruel he’ll attach a magic wand to the spreader bar to keep it pressed snuggly to your clit while it’s on its highest setting

His fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, expertly bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you

“Fuck baby, this slutty little cunt just can get enough can it? Gonna cum again for me? Do it bitch”

Loves to see tears roll down your face from how overstimulated he gets you

When he finally fucks you he might put a collar around your neck with a leash attached so he can just yank you up right to grope at your tits while his cock slams into your sensitive cunt

“Shit baby, opened you up so much tonight and still so fucking tight, what a good little whore for me hmm?”

Alex:

Listen, I know this one’s gonna hurt someone’s feelings but like the most he’s willing to do is handcuff’s honestly

I don’t see him being to big on bondage, if he wanted to keep your hands up he’d hold them in his own hands

But on the occasion that he does break out the cuffs it’s probably because his hands are gonna be busy being used for your pleasure

Your hands are bound to the head bored of the bed while his face is between your thighs, two fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt while his tongue works your clit

His other hand is keeping your thighs open while you writhe around trying to clamp them shut around his head

“Fuck babe, taste so good, gonna have you creaming around my fingers in no time”

Sam:

Okay if he’s the one being bound?

He loves to be gagged, loves a cute leather collar and absolutely wants his hands cuffed

One of those gags that has a ring to keep your mouth open? He loves those, spit in his mouth please

Loves when you overstimulate him, wants to be forced to cum multiple times in a row

“Please, to much, can’t cum again shit, hurts”

“Awe poor baby boy, do you wanna safe word out?”

“N-no”

“Hmm didn’t think so, so be a good boy for me and take it”

If he’s the one binding you?

Loves those binds you attach to the top and bottom of the bed so he can keep your arms and legs secured

Also loves sex swings that you attach to doors

Will 100% tie rope shibari style around your torso to bind your tits so he can watch the rope bite into them

Wants to have you an absolute mess underneath him while he watches you fall apart

“Look at you doing so good for me baby, just a little longer, you can take it, right?”

Sebastian:

He has a fixation with leather in the bedroom so bet your ass you have leather cuffs, a leather whip (it’s not bondage but look man, he would) the cutest leather collar he could find and a matching set of cat ears he bought as a joke but discovered he liked a little to much

His favorite place to fuck you is in his gaming chair

He’s got you on the chair, your legs are up on the arm rests with a belt pinning each leg to the arms

Arms bound behind the chair with a set of cuffs

Naked and displayed perfectly for him to start eating you out like a man starved

He’s got a dildo plunging into your cunt as a quick pace while he sucks on your clit lightly

“Shit sweet girl look at you, so perfect for me”

Makes you cum three times like this before he even thinks about fucking you

Absolutely a pleasure dom

[nhasablogg]

Rules

Fandom: Red, White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Anonymous said: So pre cake-gate Alex is clearly going through a little bit of an unconscious pigtail pulling phase, right? In the book he literally (drunkenly gushes) about Henry’s perfect composure and posture and says he just wants to poke at it until he messes up. What if we take that literally?

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The room is already crowded - overflowing couches and champagne glasses - and Alex has his eyes set on a lowly lit corner, where he plans to stay until he inevitably gets forced to interact. It’s a gala of some sort, but it seems more lowkey, although maybe that’s an attempt at appealing to the youths. There are youths everywhere, and if there’s one thing he knows about young people it’s that they would rather not get bothered unless they have to. He has no one to impress, really. Not more than usual.

Cursing Nora for not coming along even though she was invited and quite literally bribed by him to “please just fucking come”, he shifts through the crowd. His hand, which won’t be empty for much longer he’s sure, gently pushes people aside until he reaches it, the corner in the far back of the room, only to find his royal goddamn highness made it there first.

“Henry,” he spits out, more annoyed than is reasonable.

“Alex.” He nods at him, all perfectly sculpted face and body, not a single strand of hair out of place. “A pleasure as always.”

“You’re in my spot.”

He raises an eyebrow and turns his head (stupid perfect jawline) to the side. “This wall?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t recall seeing your name here.”

“Don’t you have a throne to sit on or something.”

Henry’s smile doesn’t match his dry, “Ha ha.”

Alex clicks his tongue, suddenly imagining being pulled into discussions about politics (work) or bitcoin (fake) or, as has been the most recent main topic of conversation, what it’s like being best friends with Prince Henry (awful). “Move.”

Henry, the bastard, all but glues himself to the wall. “You’re being absurd. We can share this corner just fine.”

“Don’t wanna.” He steps closer, aware of Henry’s guards watching them intently and pretending otherwise. “I was here first.”

“You quite literally weren’t.”

“I was mentally here first. I don’t know where you came from.”

“Alex-”

Alex jabs him in the ribs, afraid that if he’s too rough he will get some sort of death penalty. But Henry retreats as if he’s been shot, hand over the spot Alex touched.

He rolls his eyes even though the guards make him nervous now. “Drama queen.”

“Don’t do that.” Henry straightens again, face turning an interesting shade of pink, but maybe that’s just the lighting in there. “We can share.”

“I said no.” Alex pokes him again, disappointed when Henry remains upright this time, proving that Alex had probably only caught him off guard. “This is the best corner of the building to hide in plain sight. Move.”

“And why would I move when I’m perfectly content also hiding in plain sight?” Alex pokes him again, this time aiming for his waist, but he remains mostly undisturbed, if only a little nervous if his thinning lips are any indication.

So there is a human side to him, Alex ponders, poking him again in quick succession before Henry can protest. He kind of just wants to see what he will do. If Alex can manage to poke a hole in that perfect exterior of his.

What he doesn’t expect is the prince grabbing his wrist with a giggle. A giggle. Of all things!

“Oh my god, am I tickling you?” Alex’s own delighted laughter overpowers Henry’s denial. “Oh my god, Henry.”

“Alex, please.” Henry looks flustered more than anything, which is interesting. “This is surely not the time, don’t you think?”

“On the contrary. This is exactly what a best friend would do.” As he speaks, Alex circles Henry’s waist with both hands to poke at the back ribs, causing Henry to jolt into him with a yelp. He smells fucking good, that bastard.

“This is ridiculous, do-hon’t!”

“There’s that giggle again. I knew you couldn’t have perfect composure all the time. I mean-” He curls his fingers over Henry’s belly, having successfully trapped him between his body and the wall. “-this gotta tickle, right?”

“Do we need to interfere, sir?” one of the guards asks, but Henry, miraculously through his laughter, says, “No, it’s ok-ahay!” and Alex doesn’t question why he doesn’t take the easy way out. He likes having Henry squirming under his hands, for scientific reasons of course. Royalty can apparently be ticklish. Stiff bastards like Henry can squeal.

Okay, that’s kind of adorable.

Kind of.

A bit.

Alex is definitely not going to be thinking about it later.

*

It becomes a thing after that, if only in Alex’s head. Being forced to interact with the prince anyway, he might as well make sure to have some fun while at it. Henry doesn’t react the first time they meet after the gala - some sort of charity event during a pouring weekend which he would much rather spend either working on his presentation or eating junk food with June and Nora, thank you very much - and so Alex can sneak in his tickle attack quite easily. It’s only a poke, really, because he’s aware he can’t very well pin the prince down in the mud to see how he would react (Alex won’t allow himself to imagine it for some reason). Henry’s composure crumbles much more easily this time now that he’s aware that Alex is a “menace to society, Alex, please, not here.”

“Am I making you nervous, your royal highness?”

Henry flushes, which is really interesting, and slaps away his hand before Alex can get another tickle in. “I will call my guards on you this time.”

“Awe, come on, that’s cheating.”

“I wasn’t aware we had any rules.”

“You want rules? I can make you some rules. Rule number one: no calling for help. It will just bring attention to it. Although so will your giggling.”

“I don’t giggle.”

“Oh, yes, you do, Henry. Very much so actually.”

Henry huffs, and Alex has to give it to him that he’s handling his rosy cheeks much more gracefully than Alex probably would. Bastard.

“What’s the second rule then, if we’re going to be so thorough about it.”

“Hmm. No tickling back.”

“That doesn't sound very fair at all.” Henry suddenly smirks. It’s small, subtle enough that Alex wouldn’t notice it had he not seen it before. It’s alarming. “I must say, that rule makes it sound as if you’re ticklish as well.”

Alex turns away from him. “Kindly shut the hell up, your majesty.”

Henry’s visibly nervous the next time they meet for some sort of dinner at the White House. Alex can’t blame him. It would be extremely easy for Alex to pull him into an empty room to tickle him properly, although that’s not really part of the game. He messed around the other day and had come up with even more rules and is strangely excited to show them to Henry, who, despite it all, still hasn’t really protested too much.

“Hey you,” he says, poking Henry in the side and grinning when he folds. The more Alex tickles him, the more he’s starting to react. He’s sure it will become a problem eventually, but is happy to keep it going until then. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Henry furrows his brows. “You are?”

“Yeah! The last event we had was super boring. At least I get to tickle a prince this time.”

Henry makes a sound and looks down. He’s wearing another gray suit and Alex suddenly imagines pulling the stupid dress shirt out of his pants to tickle over bare skin. Alarmed at this thought, because what the fuck was that, he turns toward the room and finds his rescue in the champagne that is being brought in their direction.

“Here.” He grabs two glasses and shoves one toward Henry.

Henry accepts it “I suppose you’ll let me drink some before you decide to intrude on my person?”

His words in combination with Alex’s previous thought are not ones he can be chill about, and so he huffs and leaves without another word (or poke), and when Henry seeks him out later (since when do they do that?) he doesn’t explain it and Henry doesn’t push.

*

Henry spots him before he does, much to Alex’s dismay. His favorite way of approaching him has become to taser his waist, innocently enough that no one will notice. Although he does also enjoy the way Henry looks when he catches him coming nearer, knowing what’s to come. Even though it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to happen, he has for some reason not thought about how Henry would approach him since this game had started, because while Henry has never tickled him back Alex isn’t stupid enough to think he will never try.

But Henry simply stands next to him, suddenly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, with a rather cheerful, “Hello.”

“Jesus!” Alex nearly drops his phone, which he’s been using to look up that his paper is in fact due in two days and not suddenly that evening even though he also checked it in the car and just outside the venue. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Hmm, you seem nervous.”

“I’m just stressed.”

He waves his phone around and Henry’s face softens. “School?”

“It makes me sound approximately twelve years old when you phrase it like that, but yes.”

“If only I was allowed to tickle you,” Henry suddenly says and Alex very much does drop his phone this time. “I could distract you. Help you ease up a little.”

“Are you engaging in playful banter?”

“Are you trying to hide your blush by being nonchalant?”

“You know, I think Zahra needs me.”

Henry grabs his arm. “No, she doesn’t.” He squeezes it once. “Stay. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t tease you again.” With a tiny grin, he adds, “I didn’t know you couldn’t take what you dish you.”

Alex tickles him then, prodding at his belly, which he suspects is one of Henry’s worst spots, in quick succession. “Don’t forget the rules, Henry.”

“I haven’t!” Henry twists away from him, ducking his head as he laughs. Fucking adorable. Goddammit.

*

They become friends and Alex keeps tickling him, only in brief bursts, usually in public, until suddenly it becomes quite natural to do it when they’re alone as well.

Only Henry starts tickling him back.

“The game has changed,” he says, giving Alex’s knee another squeeze. “New rules.”

“Fuck you!” Alex cries, embarrassed as the giggles keep pouring out. Henry is never going to let him live this down, he knows.

But hey, at least he can pin Henry down now to tickle him properly now. This can’t possibly turn into a problem.

Right?

[besaya-glantaya]

Thoughts on Alex being wrong and loving it

Red White and Royal Blue (2023 movie)

Remember the little quip Henry makes about admiring Alex's willingness to admit when he's wrong? It's such a great moment of foreshadowing, especially since Henry has no idea just how right he is.

Alex prizes himself on being someone who is skilled at reading people, at seeing the person beneath the surface, but he's never come across anyone quite like Henry before.

Alex must be used to people hiding who they truly are - he's been steeped in American politics for years - but he probably isn't expecting anyone from such a legacy of historic power and entitlement to be, at their core, an actual cinnamon roll.

Their initial meeting also comes at a time in Henry's life when any chink in his armour reveals only pain and anger, leading Alex to assume that what lies behind the carefully controlled façade isn't pleasant.

This assumption is only reinforced by further antagonistic interactions, fuelled by Henry's attempts to balance civility while protecting his heart as Alex consistently pulls Henry's metaphorical pigtails.

The fallout from cakegate forces them into extended periods of proximity and we see Alex start to glimpse pieces of the real Henry beneath his bland public persona. Each further piece that's revealed surprises and delights Alex and it's a joy to watch Taylor Zakhar Perez bring those moments to life.

Allow me to ramble about some of these:

1. Alex's pause of panic followed by surprised relief as Henry suavely responds to the interview question, "How did you end up on the floor of Buckingham Palace, covered in cake?" Alex's relief is two fold: he was floundering with no idea what to say (shouldn't have rebuffed Henry's request to prepare for this interview, Alex...) and Henry's answer is not at all what Alex was expecting. Henry could easily have attributed the event to clumsiness or tomfoolery on Alex's part - even just by subtle implication. That wouldn't have been out of line with some of Alex's answers (e.g., "Three words to describe Henry? Um... White, blond and British.") but Henry chooses a more protective route, deflecting attention from Alex, which comes as a pleasant surprise. [Of course he can't show this, so instead retaliates with something as annoying as possible. Cue side eye from Henry.]

2. Alex's big-eyed expression of sympathy as Henry tells him the Palace insisted on parading him around while he was grieving for his father. It's the key moment Alex realises he's built a lot of assumptions on a misunderstanding and has probably treated Henry rather unfairly.

3. Alex frowning at Henry talking and laughing with the little girl in the hospital bed. He's seeing Henry through a new lens and realises this picture doesn’t fit with a lot of his previous assumptions.

4. Alex shaking his head at Henry's joking attempt to decline an invite to his NYE party that most people would kill to get. "That's perfect, you kill me and then I won't have to go." It's the first time Henry uses his sharp wit to share a joke with Alex, rather than directing it at him in a fit of pique. It's an olive branch and I don't think Alex was expecting such easy forgiveness.

5. The sublime series of text based interactions where Alex is surprised and charmed by Henry flirting (under the guise of gentle ridicule).

6. The iconic "I can't believe how wrong I was about you," while he and Henry are as close as two people can get.

7. My all time favourite: Alex's reaction to Henry pointing out the yellow roses on his tie. Henry employs this in a sweet distraction during a moment of all encompassing anxiety for Alex. It's enough to bring Alex out of his fog, to realise how much strength he draws just from Henry being there to support him. The way Taylor says "Oh my god. I'm so grateful you are here," is perfection.

I'm a gooey mess thinking about all the future moments where Alex is surprised and overwhelmed by Henry's kindess.

[Sobs]

On a related note @mulderscully has a great post titled: Alex's headshake of Love™, which captures several of these moments, and more, in perfect gif form.

[lilyrizzy]

max/daniel, hunger games au, outsider pov

The air in the arena is so suffocating, Alex can't help but tip his head back and marvel a little at the artificial domed sky above their heads. He'd always thought, growing up, that if the Capitol invested even half the money they spent on the games into feeding the people of the districts, there'd be no need for any of this.

Dangerous thoughts he'd always known better than to share.

Still, he's said them to George more than once since their names were called for that second time. At this point, there feels like there's nothing left to lose. They already won, Alex two years ago and George just last year. Back to back victories for their District, and here they are anyway. Punished for their victory.

This time, they're going to lose.

A little way off in front of where they are sat side by side now, Max and Seb are talking in hushed, almost hostile looking tones. Trouble in teamate paradise. Charles, who has already lost his, has rolled his trousers up, taken off his shoes and is standing barefoot in the water.

Alex longs to join him. Underneath his legs, the sand is  burning. He was the one who'd suggested coming here, thinking that being by the water there would be some kind if breeze, some relief, but-

"Real beaches have wind," Charles had mocked him with an eye roll. "This is not some holiday to the coast." As if Alex had ever been on one. "Now we are just sitting here in the open, like ducks."

Nobody had moved though. There are five of them here after all, almost half of the total people left alive. They stood just as good a chance here, against the three left that were any real threat, as they did hidden away in the jungle behind.

"I don't trust these people," George tells him for the fourth time since they've been sat here. Alex doesn't need to follow his line of sight to know exactly who he's talking about.

Max, who Seb has left standing alone in favour of making his way back up the beach towards them. Max who is stood with his eyes closed, his face turned up towards the artifical sun, hands stuffed into his pocket. His lips moving like he's talking to someone who isn't there.

Maybe George has a point, but-

"He's our best chance of staying alive, and you know it," Alex reminds him.

Max killed thirteen people in his games. A record, especially impressive for someone who isn't trained for it, not from District 1 or 2. A total worth bragging about, but Alex has never heard him even mention it.

Maybe he's naive, but that fact along with the dark circles underneath his eyes make Alex want to trust him in the way George can't seem to.

"He's a monster," George says, something else Alex has heard before, "do you know how many times I was made to rewatch his bloody games, by Toto, by-".

"I'm going to get some water, Georgie," Alex announces, getting to his feet because he can't have this argument again. Can't remind George for the hundredth time that Toto also told them, make allies. That Max, for whatever reason, seems to care about keeping his alivd. Had tried so hard to carry a wounded Carlos through poisonous fog, just because Charles asked for his help.

Alex had never even seen Max interact with either of them before this games, but his voice as he'd told Charles he was sorry for failing, for letting Carlos die is not something he'll forget soon.

He's just made it to the treeline when the same voice calls his name. Turning, Alex finds Max running towards him, almost frighteningly quick.

"I will come with you," he announces, leaving no room for discussion. "We should not go places alone."

Alex glances to George, but he's sat with Seb now, staring straight ahead into the water. Maybe George was right, and this is how they die. Picked off by the two golden boys of District 6.

"Okay," Alex tells him, still not quite finding it in himself to disagree. He just wants to go home to Lily, and he already knows he'll never do that again, so what else is there left to be afraid of.

They walk in silence. The jungle is silent too, eerily so in a way Alex knows can't be real, even if before last year he'd never left the soot covered District 12. How different than a jungle and the forest of his home really be?

Alex has just tapped the spire into the trunk of a tree when Max touches a hand to his shoulder.

"Did Toto tell you," he asks, strangely urgent in a way he wasn't been since trying to drag Carlos's body out of the fog. "Do you know?"

Alex frowns. Behind them, the water trickles, but neither of them move to drink.

"Tell me what?" He asks. "What do-."

Before he can finish, someone is shouting Max's name. Screaming it, loud and piercing. Alex's head whips around to the beach, but it's coming from the trees, and-

"Daniel," Max chokes out, face drained of all colour. Before Alex realises what is happening, Max is knocking past him, running into the jungle.

Alex finds his feet moving, chasing after him as the screams continue. A man's voice, crying for Max over and over. Screaming in pain, begging for help. But-

There's no one in the games called Daniel this year.

Still, Max's voice echos just ahead of him, calling out for him. "Daniel! Daniel, I am coming, Daniel."

"Max," Alex calls, adding to unbreable crescendo, "Max!"

He catches up with him in him a small clearing, finding him stood still and surrounded by a flock of birds flying around his head. It's then Alex realises where all the noise is coming from. The jabberjays perfectly mimicking the person- Daniel's- voice in a way designed to torment Max.

He's slashing his blade through the air, trying to cut them down. Alex makes a step towards him, reaching for his own weapon to try to help, only to find himself jolted back, unable to pass through. On the other side of some invisible torture chamber Max is trapped inside by the same forcefields that have divided this arena up into the 12 segments of a clock.

"Max," he says again, taking in the sick look of terror on his face, "Max, they're not real, they're just birds, they're-"

"Fuck off," Max snaps, eyes wild when he looks to him. "Fuck off, Alex, go- Go back to the beach, I cannot protect you in here."

For a moment he hesitates, watching Max crumple to the ground, pressing his fingers into his ears, eyes screwed shut. With his knees tucked under his chin, Alex is reminded that Max is younger than him. Just 24.

Back on the beach, he sits down beside Seb and George.

"Max is trapped in a new segment," he says, when Seb looks worriedly behind him. Alex's voice is shaking. "He- It's jabberjays, they're- Who is Daniel?"

Seb's entire face falls, and he gets to his feet.

"Another Victor from 6. I volunteered for him this year," he says, and right, Alex should have remembered that. "He was Max's mentor."

Seb makes his way towards the jungle from which Alex just came, not offering any more than that. Not that he really needs to.

If there's one thing these games have taught Alex, it's the face of someone who thinks they are losing everything they love.

[mythicalmisery]

Chapter 3: C3

cw: alcohol

October 24th 

2:33 P.M. 

Manchester Royal Hospital

“Ye gonnae ask him, or be a pussy?” Soap teased.

“Fuck off, MacTavish,” Farah retorted with no real heat. 

“Oi, ye know he isn’t gonnae say no, so what’s the holdup?” 

“I don’t think I’m ready to admit defeat,” Farah replied, her voice muffled while digging through an overstuffed filing cabinet. 

“Right, right. Isn’t it just so romantic when they wear ye down like that?” The statement earned Soap a glare and a thick stack of files falling onto his unprotected lap. 

Soap grunted at the impact, smiling up at Farah. “Message received, luv,” he wheezed out.

Standing up, Soap leaned against the filing cabinet that had Farah’s undivided attention. “The coffee date went well, didn’t it?” 

Farah simply huffed at that before continuing, “Not a date. Buying a person a cup of coffee after they help you does not count. He just happened to be in the parking garage when my car wouldn’t start. If I didn’t know any better, he probably sabotaged the bloody thing to play the knight in shining armor.”

Soap laughed at that, “Please, I think ye give the man too much credit. He’s basically a golden retriever, not some obsessed stalker.”

Farah couldn’t help the smile pulling at her lips from the thought. “If you must know, yes, the non-date did go well. He’s a complete idiot, but somehow it makes him even more charming. A little too American for my liking, but they can’t all be perfect,” she admitted. 

Soap leaned down under the guise of grabbing a certain file. “Well, now’s yer chance. George Washington at 10 o’clock,” he whispered into her ear. 

Farah turned her head just in time to see one Alex Keller walking towards the nurses’ station. “Howdy, Ms. Karim,” he said with that ridiculous accent. Farah couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, “Hello, Mr. Keller,” she replied. 

Soap’s nearly pissing himself watching the two blushing idiots interact. He did have rounds to do, so it was time to hurry this up. He kicked Farah’s calf, gently pushing her forward. Alex couldn’t see the hand behind her back, oh so kindly gesturing at Soap. 

“Alex, this Saturday I have a Halloween party I’m attending… and I was wondering—“ 

“YES! I mean yes, I would love to go with you,” he blurted out before she could even finish her sentence, oblivious to the unimpressed stares directed his way. Soap couldn’t help but laugh at his overeagerness, he truly was adorable. With that decided and numbers exchanged, Alex drummed on the desk before walking down the hallway with the biggest smile plastered on his face. Farah turned around with a wide-eyed look on her face. “What the hell have I done?” 

Soap stood up with a shit-eating grin on his face, “Oh, this is gonnae be good.”

— — —

Rounds were easygoing this shift, which left Soap with plenty of time to think about the weekend. Halloween wasn’t really a thing in the U.K. like it was in America, but any excuse to relax and get wasted with friends was graciously accepted. König and Horangi had taken the burden of hosting the annual party for the past couple of years which had quickly become infamous. Usually, he’d be stressing out trying to find a date at this point, but his sister just happened to be visiting this weekend. The perfect plus one. 

Soap was deep in thought about a potential costume when he heard Price’s voice call out his name. He quickly ran through his mental checklist, praying that he didn’t forget to do something and was about to be scolded. “Aye, doctor,” he offered while standing to attention. Price finished speaking with an orderly, handing him a chart before making his way over to Soap. “Walk with me, Soap,” he said while heading in the direction of his office.Not a hint of emotion on his face to help Soap out at all. Oh, fuck me.

As Soap settled into that familiar leather chair, the silence stretched on, punctuated by the soft rustle of papers. He knew this tactic well. Price would either stare him down or ignore him until he cracked. Strong-willed as Soap believed himself to be, Price was a goddamn master when it came to psychological warfare, and Soap always caved. This time, however, Soap couldn’t fathom what he’d done wrong to warrant the interrogation.

There was no way in hell Price knew about that night unless the man had hidden cameras in his flat. Soap knew he could be over-protective, but even that seemed a stretch too far for the man. There was Gaz, but Soap knew he wouldn’t want to get on Price’s bad side by admitting something like that. Ghost could have told him out of some petty revenge for him turning down his offer, but implicating himself in the process? Unlikely. Soap was at a loss. 

Finally, Price broke the silence, taking pity on the younger man squirming in front of him. “So… I talked with your mum on the phone.” That made it click for Soap. 

Fuck. “Listen, Price, I was goi —” 

“Save it. My goddaughter is coming to town in three days, and I have to find out from your mother in passing,” he scolded. 

Soap couldn’t help the smirk threatening to surface at the older man’s childish behavior. Price cared for Soap like he was his own son, that much was clear. But when it came to his sister, that man would move heaven and earth. Price had been wrapped around her finger since she could talk, getting away with everything short of murder when it came to that man. The worst part was that she was completely aware of it too. Using those stupid puppy dog eyes to wriggle out of all responsibilities. Even so, he never could get Price to admit the special treatment. 

“Aye, well, the princess will be here early Friday morning. Feel free to take her off my hands. She’ll be staying at my place, but I’m sure we’ll stop by yers at some point. She’s already weaseled her way into being my plus one at the party Saturday.”

“Do you need me to pick her up from the train station on Friday?” Price asked.

“Nah, I got it. Wouldn’t mind borrowing yer car though. The motorcycle might be a wee bit cramped. The Aston Martin, by chance?” he tried with a wag of his brows. 

Price huffed a laugh at Soap’s valiant attempt. “Nice try. You can take the Land Rover,” he decided. Price was a modest man, the only real hint of his six-figure salary was his taste in cars. 

“I’ll drive that car one day,” Soap tossed out as he stood up from the chair. 

Price turned to his computer and started checking his emails. “It’s nice to have dreams, kid.”

Soap smiled as he closed the door behind him. Making it halfway down the hallway before his phone started buzzing. As he pulled it out of his pocket, a giant grin was plastered over his face when he saw the mortifyingly embarrassing photo taking up his entire screen. Well, speak of the wee devil. 

“And how is my favorite dickhead on this fine day?” Soap answered immediately.

“Johnny…” the smile on his face instantly fell at the tone of his sister’s voice. He knows exactly how she sounds when she’s been crying. He made his way to one of the on-call rooms for some privacy before answering back, “What’s wrong, Becs?”

“I’m okay, I promise.” Soap had a hard time believing her when the words were muffled by her sniffles. “Becs, talk to me. I’m here,” Soap could feel his chest tightening, desperately wanting to be able to hold her. 

Her shaky voice finally cut through the silence, “They… they took ‘em away.”

“Took what away?” He tried to keep his tone calm and reassuring despite the immense confusion he was experiencing. 

“Ma scholarships, Johnny. The two biggest ones. All because o’ some new fuckin’ policy that states only fourth years can earn them. I’m bloody well fucked.”

Soap closed his eyes and took in a deep breath at his sister’s words. “It’s gonnae be fine, yeah? We’ll figure it out, Becs.” He wasn’t entirely sure who he was trying to convince with the empty statement.

“What is there tae figure out, Johnny? I cannae afford ma tuition with ma part-time job, and I’m no lettin’ you pay for any more than ye already do.”

“Aye well, that’s my decision to make, innit? Besides, we’ve talked about this already. Ye can pay me back when you’re rollin’ in it, being some prick footballer’s agent,” he joked, desperately trying to lighten the mood while hiding his internal panic. 

How the fuck was he gonna pay for her tuition now? He knew the answer, he just couldn’t stomach the thought. Soap did however feel a little better after hearing his sister laugh. She sniffed before speaking again, “I’m sorry, Johnny. Ah just didnae ken  who else tae call. Ah know it’s a shite thing for me tae do, dumpin’ this on ye.”

Soap smirked slightly before pulling out the most over-the-top accent he could muster, “Aye, us MacTavish’s gottae stick thegither, lassie. For the good o’ the clan.” 

She snorted at that, “Yer a real arsehole, ye ken that?”

“I’ve been told once or twice. But seriously Bec’s, I’ll take care of it. Just forget about it for now. I gotta get back to work but I’ll see ye Friday, alright?” 

“Aye, see ye Friday. Thanks, Johnny.”

“Love ya, mouse.” 

“Love ye, too.”

As Soap sat in the now quiet on-call room, his mind raced endlessly. That cold feeling he felt deep in his bones at the sound of Bec’s distress was now replaced by his very own. Fuckin’ bloody fantastic this was. Just what he needed. Soap wasn’t mad at his sister; it wasn’t her fault. No, he was mad at himself. All because he knew where his night was gonna end after this shift and he was pissed about it.

He could take the coward’s way out, shooting Gaz a text to send the message along. But it was that reliable stubbornness that kept him from clicking on his best mate’s contact. He wasn’t just going to roll over belly-up for the bastard. If he was selling his soul to the devil, he’d find a way to make this work on his terms. Ghost might think he had the upper hand, but Soap wasn’t one to back down without a fight. He’d lay out his conditions, protect his family, and ensure that he could still live with himself, even in this dark corner the bastard was backing him into. 

Soap forced himself to stand up, squaring his shoulders as he prepared to return to reality. He’d made it this far without succumbing to despair, and he wasn’t about to start now. He’d get through the rest of his shift and then sign his life away, for Bec’s sake. Simple. The door to the on-call room creaked slightly as he opened it, the sounds of the bustling hospital drowning his senses as he crossed the threshold. 

— — — 

The cool, damp evening air did little to calm Soap’s nerves. It was easy enough getting into the club this time, the bouncer letting him in as soon as he gave his name. He tried to push past the irritation building within him at Ghost’s confidence that he’d return — enough so that he added Soap’s name to the list. 

He pushed through the sweaty bodies, making his way toward the bar on the far right wall of the large, open room. There was no way in hell Soap was going to agree to Ghost’s proposal sober. Leaning back against the sticky counter, he barely fit between the other drunk patrons fighting for the bartender’s attention. 

The club was relatively dark, with strobe and LED lights in various colors illuminating the room just enough for people to avoid tripping over themselves. Soap scanned the sea of dancing bodies, his eyes slowly settling on the giant mirror spread across the wall directly across from the bar.  

A thickly accented shout directed his way had him turning back around, “Oi, what’ll it be, mate?” Soap met eyes with the bartender; tall and a little more on the slender side, but he’d be lying if he didn’t think the man was attractive. 

“Scotch, neat,” he shouted back over the crowd and music. 

Soap couldn’t help but scan the room some more, this time sticking to the periphery where the bodyguards were stationed to protect the dancers. He just needed to find Roach, and then he’d be able to get upstairs. “Here ya go, handsome,” the bartender said with a wink as he set Soap’s drink in front of him. Not to disappoint Ms. Wetherby, but it had been a while since he ‘shagged’ anyone, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he liked the attention coming his way right now. 

He spent his next three drinks at the end of the bar, talking with the bartender- Cam, he had come to learn- about anything and everything. His tongue always seemed to loosen the more alcohol entered his system, very rarely working in his favor. His accent also tended to grow aggressively thicker, resulting in Gaz having to translate for him on more than one occasion. At some point, he honestly forgot the reason he came to the club that night. It felt good to relax for once and have a conversation with someone that didn’t end with a prognosis. 

He was in the middle of telling an embarrassing story of Gaz in college when he first felt it. Those eyes. That feeling of a predator locking in on their prey, burning a hole into the back of his head. He refused to turn around, ignoring the goosebumps creeping over his body and enjoying the peace just a little longer. It was working until Cam locked up mid-conversation after looking over Soap’s shoulder. Fuck. 

Soap sighed before placing his hands on the edge of the counter and using the momentum to turn his stool around. His head slightly spinning at the motion. Yeah, he might have been more than a little buzzed. 

Right before him stood Ghost, hovering like a bloody phantom in all black. His shadow cast over Soap, making the already dark room impossibly darker. Their eyes met, and Soap felt that familiar surge of apprehension at the man’s presence.

“Doctor,” was all Ghost said with a slight nod as he stepped closer to Soap’s stool. His low voice somehow sounded like a shout in the loud room. The man leaned past Soap, grabbing his nearly empty glass and handing it back to Cam. “These are on the house,” he curtly stated before turning his gaze back to Soap. His face was so close that Soap could feel the hot air expelling from Ghost’s nose behind the mask he was wearing under a black hoodie. Soap was a little surprised to see the man in such a casual outfit. Didn’t expect him capable with such a big stick up his arse and whatnot. 

Soap wasn’t quite sure if the burning heat flushing his face pink was from the scotch or the other’s proximity. After his wasted brain cells finally registered the other’s words, he squared his shoulders in irritation. “Oi, I can afford ma own drinks, thank ye very much.” He stood up suddenly after his declaration, slightly swaying in Ghost’s direction as he gathered his bearings. He may have been slightly drunk, but not enough to miss the other’s slight flinch at the almost-touch. Interesting. 

Ghost considered him before outstretching his hand in the direction of the stairs. “Of course, doctor. How about we take our conversation somewhere more private then?”  

Soap didn’t miss the man’s unimpressed glance around the room, clearly indicating his suggestion wasn’t a choice. He sighed like a petulant child before heading towards the hallway leading to the tucked-away staircase. The walk to Ghost’s office was silent, Soap trying to stay upright while also laying out what exactly he planned on saying. Somehow, he had to choose a way that didn’t make him sound desperate because honestly, fuck Ghost and this entire situation.

Ghost closed the door to his office behind them, the audible click setting Soap’s nerves on edge. He strode forward, not waiting for an invitation, and sat down opposite Ghost’s desk. He couldn’t help but anxiously tap his fingers against the armchair, waiting for Ghost to end the dick-measuring contest and speak first. He was also preparing for the smug ‘I told you so’ he knew was coming his way. 

“You’re drunk,” Ghost said flatly. Soap blinked up at the man, a little thrown off by the unexpected comment. He almost let out a small laugh at the man’s bluntness. 

“I may have had a wee bit tae drink while I waited,” Soap offered willingly. 

“And why was that, doctor?” Ghost questioned. 

“Oi, ye try havin’ a bloody conversation wi’ ye sober, ya bampot,” he mumbled. The alcohol preventing him from catching his tongue. 

“Is that right?” Ghost asked with a slight tilt of his head and that gravelly voice. Despite Soap calling him an unhinged idiot, more or less, the man seemed almost amused. At least that’s what Soap was counting on. “And what was the drink of choice this evening?”

Soap laughed at that. “No tae be a walkin’ stereotype, but whit else if not scotch?” he replied with a sideways grin. 

“More of a bourbon man myself,” Ghost admitted. 

“Like a good ol’ boy, I bet.” Yeah, Soap was starting to think maybe the liquid courage was a little too much. 

Ghost stared at the man with an indifference that made it hard to determine if Soap was about to get his ass beaten or not. To Soap’s relief, the other man sat up in his chair and casually shrugged his shoulders before replying, “What can I say, I love Kentucky.”

That got another laugh out of the drunk Scott. “O’ course ye do,” he said more to himself than Ghost. He rested his head on the back of the chair, transfixed by the chandelier hanging above him. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he eventually broke the silence. His voice was barely audible yet still unwavering in the quiet of the room, “I accept.” 

Two words. Three syllables. An infinite amount of possibilities. 

Soap could hear Ghost readjusting in his seat. “I figured, you wouldn’t be here again if you didn’t,” he stated.

Soap’s brows furrowed slightly before lowering his head, his gaze meeting Ghost’s again. “I accept, but if we’re gonnae do this, we’re gonna do it my way. There are gonnae be rules,” he declared, ignoring the way his words were starting to slightly slur. His body felt like a furnace in the small office. Stifling. 

Ghost leaned back, a slow, amused look spreading across the parts of his face that showed. “I’m listening, doctor. Let’s hear your terms.” 

Soap cleared his throat before replying. “Firstly, ye cannae just bloody call on me and expect me tae drop everything like a dog. Ye will respect ma schedule and not bother me at work.” He took Ghost’s silence as an okay to continue, counting off each demand with his fingers for emphasis. 

“Secondly, ye and yer ‘people’ will stay the hell away from ma family and friends. Thirdly, ah get paid for ma services upfront and in a way that won’t get traced back tae me. Lastly, when ye inevitably get arrested and ah testify against ye tae save ma own arse, ye dinnae get tae retaliate.” 

The silence that followed was suffocating. Soap’s focus honed in on the bead of sweat currently racing down the back of his neck. He half expected Ghost to pull out a gun from his desk drawer and end him right there in the dim-lit office, deeming Soap not worth the hassle anymore. 

His breath stuttered in his lungs as Ghost leaned forward in his chair, elbows resting on the hard wooden surface. The feeling reminiscent of when he was scorned by his primary teachers for acting up in school. 

“Alright, I’ll consider your conditions if you consider mine,” Ghost said, his voice cutting through the haze of alcohol and nerves in Soap’s mind causing his stomach to roll. “I won’t call upon you during your work hours, but you will come when I call on you outside of that time. I’ll be paying you an untraceable retainer fee with the expectation that you follow my rules; otherwise, the contract will be void. As such, I won’t need to deal with your family and friends as long as we understand each other. And finally, you won’t ever get the chance to testify against me. Anything else I missed, doctor?”

Soap wasn’t too far gone to the point he couldn’t pick up on the sharp tone of the Ghost’s voice and the rhetorical nature of the question, he just didn’t care at this point. “That a threat or a promise?” he asked, testing his luck. 

“Don’t make me have to choose, doctor,” Ghost replied.

Soap took in the non-answer and felt a mix of relief and tension. Yeah, his rules risked disappearing off the face of the planet at failure, but they weren’t all that crazy. “Then I guess that covers it,” he said, surprising even himself with how steady his voice was despite the rapid beating of his heart. 

“Good,” Ghost said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Smug bastard. “We have a deal, then.” 

Ghost’s eyes remained cold and unyielding as he watched Soap stagger to a standing position. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he scolded. 

“I’m goin’ the fuck home, whit does it look like?” Soap bit back.

“You’re in no state to drive and it would be hours before a taxi is available at this hour. Sit down, I’ll have Roach drive you home,” Ghost decided as he typed away on his phone, most likely texting his guard dog. 

Soap sat back down with an exaggerated sigh, knowing there was no room for argument on the matter. “Aye, whit a knight in shinin’ armor ye are” Soap quipped, earning an unamused glare.

A few moments passed before Ghost’s phone lit up with a buzz. Soap isn’t sure what the message said, but it couldn’t be good going off the muffled ‘Fuck me’ he barely catches from Ghost. Without a word, the man reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of car keys as he stood. No, no, fuck no. 

“What are ye doin'?” Soap asked hesitantly, already dreading the answer.

“Roach and Gaz are out on a job, I’ll take you home. Let’s go,” Ghost responded as he rounded the desk to stand beside Soap, who remained seated. 

“Aye, I think I’ll just wait for that cab,” Soap replied, trying to sound casual. 

“You’ll be waiting for hours,” Ghost pointedly stated, his patience wearing thin. 

“Then I’ll walk,” Soap shrugged. 

“Stand up, doctor, before I drag you out.” 

Soap acquiesced, if only from the certainty that Ghost would follow through on his threat. He relied heavily on the railing as they descended the stairs, the alcohol still running strong in his system. Ghost, to his credit, doesn’t comment on Soap’s staggered gait. 

They stepped out of the back door that led to the rear parking lot, the harsh wind making Soap feel soaked to the bone despite it only drizzling. He followed Ghost to a small overhang in the corner, where an Audi was tucked in underneath. Black, how shocking. It wasn’t the kind of car Soap would have assumed Ghost to drive. “Can yer overgrown arse even fit in this thing?” he quipped as he walked around to the passenger side. 

Ghost threw him another one of his riveting looks of amusement before responding with an unbothered, “You sure you can buckle yourself, doctor?” as he ducked down into the driver’s seat. 

Soap’s eye twitched before muttering, “Aye, ye right bawbag,” as he lowered himself into the car as well. He shoved his hands into his pockets as they waited for the car to heat up. His fingers brushed against something in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled-up sticky note that sober Soap must have put there earlier. He unraveled it, barely making out his own chicken scratch illuminated by the streetlights. “Ah, shite.”

Ghost glanced over, his eyes narrowing. “What’s that?”

Soap hesitated before putting the note back in his pocket. “Just a reminder from sober me. Ah may need tae make a wee little stop before ye drop me off.”

Ghost leaned his head back against the seat, arms falling from the steering wheel to lay in his lap. “What now?” he asked exasperatedly.

“Ah need kitten food.”

Ghost blinked at Soap, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, he let out a resigned sigh, shifting the car into drive. Soap heard a muttered “Fucking hell” as they pulled out of the lot and onto the street. 

It took everything in Soap not to hurl all over the spotless floor of Ghost’s car. The combination of passing streetlights and Ghost’s attempts at showing up F1 drivers made it difficult to control his lurching stomach. Fortunately, they pulled into a corner shop before the top-shelf scotch he got for free could be wasted. Soap flung his door open before the car was fully parked, breathing in the fresh air greedily with his head hanging between his knees. Praying to any god that would listen as the back of his throat filled with hot saliva. 

“Doing good, doctor?” Ghost asked as he turned off the car. The man showed no hint of amusement in his voice, but Soap knew the bastard was hiding a smile behind that mask while enjoying the consequences of his actions. He could only manage a weak middle finger tossed over his shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. 

“What kind of food does your kitten eat?” Ghost grumbled.

“It’s goat a crown and it’s a pink bag, ah dinnae really ‘member the name,” Soap mumbled, hoping Ghost could decipher his slurred and thick accent. “And get me a Lucozade, will ye? The hangover’s gonnae be wicked in the mornin’.”

Ghost hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything as he left the car. Soap really didn’t need his judgment right now. It’s his fault he had to drink in the first place. If he weren’t so miserable, he might have taken pleasure in giving Ghost’s car a special interior detailing. 

He wasn’t sure how long it had been before a pair of black boots came into focus between his knees. He slowly raised his head, squinting from the harsh overhang and street lights illuminating the parking lot. Ghost had one arm outstretched, offering Soap a drink, while the other held a small bag of cat food. Something about seeing the behemoth in black carrying a small pink package with kittens plastered on it tickled drunk Soap’s fancy. 

“Here,” Ghost said, thrusting the drink towards Soap. 

Soap took the Lucozade with a grateful nod, downing half of it in one go. The cool liquid soothed his dry throat and slightly eased his rolling stomach. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling slightly more human. “Thanks,” he managed to say, his voice strained. 

Ghost grunted in response, tossing the bag of kitten food into the back seat before getting back into the car. Soap couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as Ghost started the engine. “What’s so funny?” Ghost asked, not taking his eyes off the road as they pulled out onto the street once more. 

“Just picturin’ ye in the pet aisle,” Soap replied with a smirk. “Bet it was a sight.”

The rest of the drive was silent, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the occasional hiss of rain against the windshield. Soap nursed on what was left of his drink as they drove through the nearly empty streets. He wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but he appreciated Ghost’s calmer driving nonetheless. 

He rested his head against the window, the cool glass helping relieve the remnants of his waning fever. Soap stared at the tapestry of lights as they drove by, appreciative now that it didn’t make him instantly want to hurl. He loved driving on the road at night when there were barely any souls around. It reminded him of the late nights of his childhood driving back from his gran’s house out in the countryside. He briefly wondered if Ghost liked it too, the calm and quietness of it. He figured the man probably loved any chance to not be around other people. 

The car came to a slow roll as they pulled up next to the curb outside Soap’s building. He tilted his head back to look at Ghost after a moment of thought. “Ya ken, I’m honestly not even surprised ye ken where I live. But ah will say, the whole creepy stalker thing won’t help ye much in the ladies’ department,” he teased. 

Ghost had that same aloof look on his face, only the slight twitch of his hand on the steering wheel giving him away. “Good night, doctor,” was all he offered in return, not taking the bait. Soap shrugged and innocently leaned across the top of the console before reaching behind to grab the bag of cat food in the back seat. The new proximity allowed him right next to Ghost’s ear as he finally found a strong enough grip on the bag. A slightly slurred and hushed, “Good night, Ghostie,” fell from his lips as he pulled it over the console and stepped out of the car.

Soap shut the car door closed, the sound echoing through the dead street. He was too focused on putting one foot in front of the other to notice the white knuckles from the near-death grip Ghost had on the steering wheel as he headed into his flat’s lobby. He greeted the deskman before swiftly heading towards the elevators, not wanting to embarrass himself any more than he already had for the night. 

Entering his small flat, he was greeted by a tiny meow and a blur of white skittering across the floor. “Hey there, wee one,” he murmured, setting the bag of food down and reaching out to pet the small creature. Whisp purred, rubbing against his leg as he ripped the bag and scooped some out into her empty bowl. As she ate her dinner Soap prepared for a rough night, grabbing an empty mixing bowl and a grocery bag before heading towards his room. He stripped and changed into more comfortable clothes before filling up his glass of water and taking some Tylenol. 

He let out a sigh as he climbed into bed, enjoying the peace of his apartment. The only sound breaking through was the small clank of Whisp’s bowl being pushed around the floor as the maniac ate her dinner. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift while dreading the guaranteed hangover morning would bring. He may feel like death, but he was thankful he had made it to the end of the day. 

Soap didn’t fight it when sleep came for him.  

[d20-brainrot]

get ready for some d20 asks bestie

favourite season

favourite pc

favourite npc

LEAST fav season/pc/npc

a line that you like

a funny bit that makes you laugh

saddest/most heartwrenching moment that makes you sad every time

best character arc in your opinion

which of the newly announced seasons are you most excited for?

who would you like to see on d20 for the first time or to return?

who would you like to see DM on d20?

a mini that you like

a battle set that you like

something you hope comes back for another season

a season you wish people would watch more

ooh i love this!!!

favorite season: definitely starstruck odyssey or neverafter. they are just both so fun, and everyone is having a good time. plus i like a little horror y'know?

fav pc: ylfa!!! she's just like me for real. no but seriously, she is a child growing up into a body she doesn't fully understand, and thinks that how she feels makes her irredeemable. little el is shaking in their boots right now. i also love lapin. he's deadpan but he does the right thing. plus i just loved how zac played him, it was wonderful

fav npc: esther sinclair is my shit!!!! i love her sm, she is a fierce warrior and i love that about her! also AYDA AGUEFORT IS THE BEST!!! just her and fig are adorable, her being besties with adaine, her calling gorgug the finest wizard ever, just beautiful!!

least fav season/pc/npc: i hate biz glitterdew with every ounce of my being. just the "nice guy" energy radiating from him makes me sick. like i had dudes like that interact with me in middle and high school, and they creeped me the fuck out.

a line i like: "i'm the prince of shoeberg, motherfucker!!!" is a great line and it makes me giggle every time i hear it. a very impactful line for me is "you listen to me right here. having panic attacks, that is not a character flaw, do you understand? you are not a coward. you have a goddamn medical condition, all right?" like that makes me want to sob. i watched this season right around the time that i got diagnosed with severe general anxiety and social anxiety, and it hit me that i am not flawed, i just needed some help.

funny bit that makes you laugh: god just the fact that murph cannot for the life of him roll well is hilarious. i also love the hairy baby dance! like the fact that it came back in an adventuring party for starstruck was fucking great.

saddest moment: god when jet is talking to liam and tells him to tell ruby that she did the right thing, and then the light goes out of the locket of the sweetest heart. gut-wrenching dude. or when they're in the nightmare forest, and brennan is talking about how ayda loves fig because she was kind to her, and that she sees her for who she really is. that always makes me tear up dude.

best character arc: dude ragh for sure! like him going from being a bully, to everyone realizing it was because he was getting harassed by his best friend/the guy that he had loved for years? god what a good storyline. or kugrash, sacrificing himself for everyone by eating the bagel?? killer moment.

fav newly announced season: wasn't there one about them blowing up or something? what the actual fuck does that mean mr. mulligan and mr. reich? huh???

who would you like to see on d20 return or for the first time: alex song-xia needs to come back. no ifs, ands, or buts about it! they were wonderful, and i loved how they played conrad. if they don't come back, i will lose my mind.

who would you like to see dm: murph should dm! he's amazing on naddpod (even though i'm only on the very first campaign) and i would love to see his work in the dome. it would be absolutely amazing!!!!

mini you like: preston was so tiny and so cute! i also loved sprinkle, for the same reason. the fact that it literally was just a sprinkle as a mini was great and i loved every second of it

battle set you liked: the battle with the terrible dogfish!! the fact that it came from like the top of the dome????? absolutely astounding. rick perry truly works wonders with minis.

something you hope comes back: ooh, that's a tough one. i did really like the moving part of mentopolis, the little pressure meter thingy. i did also love in acofaf that they got little trinkets! i love a good trinket!!

everyone needs to watch escape from the bloodkeep!!! i love it so so so much, and it has some amazing characters, some amazing minis, great players, and it's dimension 20 history y'all!!

[fromsaudades]

| ROBERTA COLINDREZ & THEY/THEM | Congratulations, ALEX FLORES survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another ELECTRICIAN, plus they’re only THIRTY-EIGHT. Crazy to think, it’s been FIVE YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the MOTEL. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember BROWNSVILLE, TEXAS, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were RUNNING OUT OF GAS FOR THEIR MOTORCYCLE when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully ALERT and UNRELIABLE, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play I BET ON LOSING DOGS by MITSKI this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors. (jer, 34, she/he/they/any ) -no triggers

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what is their biggest regret since arriving in town?

"Probably not trusting anyone sooner, and not keeping in contact with the family that saved me." The family members were a curious mix, almost too perfectly aligned with the unsettling nature of Oblitus. The matriarch’s eyes seemed to pierce through your defenses, searching for the cracks in your façade. The way she moved—deliberate and graceful—made you feel like a stray dog being evaluated for adoption; she saw every flaw, every scar. Then there was the son, whose laughter echoed with a hint of madness. He possessed an infectious energy, yet it felt like a thin veneer covering something darker. You often caught him staring out of the corner of your eye, his gaze lingering a moment too long, as if he were sizing you up for some unspoken game. Sometimes, when you passed him in town, his expression would shift to something resembling pity, making you feel exposed, as if he could see the tangled threads of your past laid bare. The daughter, meanwhile, had a way of drifting in and out of conversations, always observing but rarely engaging. Her silence felt heavy, as if she carried secrets so burdensome they could bend the very air around her. Their presence in town served as a constant reminder of the familiarity of your circumstances, each interaction laced with an undercurrent of tension. You knew, deep down, that you owed them your gratitude—a debt that remained unfulfilled. "When I rolled into town, I thought I'd be fine just keeping to myself—stay under the radar, do my job, and get out. But there are people here I could’ve connected with, maybe even trusted. I should've let my guard down a little. But now… it feels too late." The weight of regret hung in the air, a reminder of the connections that could have been, now lost in the shadows of your isolation.

describe your character’s first day/night in town?

“It’s all a blur.” But you remember some things. You arrived just as the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow that kissed the horizon goodbye, your motorcycle sputtering and yearning for fuel as the lamplights flickered to life, illuminating a town that felt both inviting and ominous. Rushed in by unknown hands, you found yourself ensnared by a family whose presence was more chilling than comforting, their eyes brimming with a knowing dread that sent your heart racing. They seemed to possess an uncanny foresight, predicting the crows and the gnarled tree that lay on the side of the road, their frantic explanations wrapping around you like a shroud of anxiety, igniting the flames of paranoia deep within your soul. “I remember running out of gas, the air feeling wrong.” You stood on the threshold of their home, a rustic structure that felt as much a part of the town as the very trees surrounding it. They welcomed you with open arms, but beneath their warmth lay an undercurrent of unease that made you hesitate. You recalled how their kindness enveloped you like a warm blanket, yet something in your gut urged you to remain guarded. You couldn’t shake the feeling that their benevolence was entwined with their secrets, and you had learned the hard way that trust was a fragile thing. In those early days, you grappled with your mistrust, convincing yourself that their intentions were shrouded in hidden motives. It wasn’t until much later that you recognized the depth of their care, the way they shielded you from the night’s terrors, drawing you into a fragile sanctuary amidst the chaos. But even now, as you reflect, the memories of your hesitation linger like an unwelcome shadow, reminding you of the connections you could have embraced and the warmth you could have allowed to seep into your heart.

[cantwritethetword]

Squealing Santa 2k23: Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot

(originally posted December 25th 2023)

~A/N  - I return out of the depths of my writing hiatus to bring rosiesramblings her squealing santa fic for this year!!! This will be the last fic I post on this blog…

because I’m moving to my writing account for 2024 onwards (hehe don’t worry I’m not quitting writing). I’ll link the writing blog soon ^^

This will also be my first ever Red, White, and Royal Blue fic which I’m super excited about, and the prompt was:

“lee annoying the ler into tickling them”

As I couldn’t choose who I wanted to lee more, I decided that after the initial round of annoyance-to-tickles, the tables would then turn. Just for funsies hehe.

Rosie, I hope your holidays have been nothing but wonderful so far, I hope you enjoy the fic, and I wish you a fantastic finish to 2023.

The best of vibes to you, and to anyone else reading this <3

(EDIT: SDJFHASDFLKSHJKLH I FORGOT TO ADD A TITLE LMAO HERE’S MY LAST MINUTE BRAIN THINKING UP SOMETHING THANK U ALL LOVE U)

- Enoy! ~

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In the early days of Alex and Henry’s interactions, anyone on the inside of the respective families could tell you they annoyed the crap out of each other. Whether it was intentional or not was another debate, but it was clear the pair got on each other’s nerves.

As the two grew closer, the taunts and jabs thrown between them were often accompanied by a cheeky grin or smug eyebrow raise to lighten the tone. And sure, the comments themselves had turned from competitively one-upping each other into playful conversational love-bites. But that doesn’t mean the subject of their incessant banter had changed.

“I’m surprised you could get that all by yourself.” Henry smirked from the doorway, gesturing to the glass of juice Alex had in his hands.

“Good morning to you too,” Alex quipped back with a grin, “and I’m not the one with hundreds of servants at my every beck and call.”

Henry chuckled softly, allowing his boyfriend to give a quick peck to his cheek. “I thought you would have at least needed one to help you reach the glasses, the shelf is awfully high.”

With a playful shove, Alex’s mouth lay agape for a few moments. Taking his chance to be even more of a little shit, Henry softly lifted the glass from Alex’s hands and took a sip.

“Not to mention,” he continued, wiping his mouth momentarily as Alex snatched his drink back, “the juice itself is on one of the highest shelves in the fridge…”

With a chuckle of disbelief, Alex rolled his eyes. “Someone woke up on the asshole side of the bed.”

“I don’t know if it’s the different sides…” Henry grinned. “I think it’s just your bed.”

With a look of shock and playful outrage on Alex’s face, the First Son retaliated with a soft jabbing finger to Henry’s ribs.

Apparently, this was the first time Alex had poked that particular area. Because Henry jerked away in a motion that Alex had never seen him do before. And the squeak that accompanied it was nothing short of mortifying for the normally very composed future king of england.

“Oh~?” Alex chuckled, raising an eyebrow. There was a hint of question in his voice, but Henry barely registered it past the strong tone of mischief accompanying Alex’s growing smirk.

After a flash of panic darted across his face, Henry straightened himself up (though he couldn’t help the nervous bark of laughter that came out of him as he spoke). “Alehex no…”

“What’s the matter?” Alex moved closer. “Ticklish?”

“Of course I’m nOT-”

Timing his launch perfectly, Alex near-enough tackled his partner to the ground. With all of Henry’s nervous energy the poor guy’s limbs weren’t following instructions very well, so it was almost too easy for Alex to sit on top of his legs and pin him to the floor.

“Alex- wait- please- you’ll kILL MEHEHE!” Henry babbled desperately. His arms flailing wildly in front of his body, hoping that in some way he could catch Alex’s damn hands and save himself.

“Worth it.” Alex grinned, fingers wriggling in preparation for his attack (and also to mess with Henry).

“Thahat’s treasohohon!”

Alex bent over, lowering his face so his nose was almost touching Henry’s. “Anything to hear you laugh baby.”

With his face blocking Henry’s view, Alex caught his boyfriend completely off guard as his hands began spidering at Henry’s sides. The prince squeaked in surprise before bursting into giggles - accompanied by the occasional ‘stohohop it!’.

Adding insult to injury, Alex started to nuzzle his mouth into the crook of Henry’s neck. The mixture of the soft kisses and scratchy stubble brushing against Henry’s poor skin was driving the man insane, not to mention the fingers that were now wreaking havoc on his hip bones.

“AHAHALEHEX!” Henry screeched out between bouts of laughter. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please what baby?” Alex grinned into Henry’s jaw. “Please accept your apology for teasing me earlier?”

“NEHEHEV- AHAHALEX!”

A man had never regretted his words faster than Henry did in that moment, as Alex rushed his fingers to claw at Henry’s armpits after the prince’s audacious response.

What Henry did next, or more accurately what his body reacted with next, was nothing short of a miracle for his situation.

Whilst trying to shove Alex off him, Henry had grabbed at the man’s thighs. And whilst normally this wouldn’t elicit much from his boyfriend (aside from perhaps a smirk or raise of an eyebrow), something about his finger placement and strong grip made Alex collapse to one side in a weird flailing motion.

It took only a few moments for Henry to catch his breath and realise what had happened.

“Seems I’m not the only ticklish one.” Henry gasped, but the smile on his face was completely different to before.

“Henry…” Alex laughed nervously, starting to scoot himself away. “that’s classified…”

“I’m your boyfriend.” Henry propped himself up on his elbow and leaned forwards, an almost predatory look across his face. “Be honest.”

Alex laughed again and tried to start sitting up. “Sorry, I’m legally not allowed to tELL YOU.”

Before Alex could even finish his sentence Henry scrambled onto hands and knees and charged towards Alex.

The now panicking First Son yelped and tried to wrestle his way back into a safe position. But his efforts were fruitless, and Alex soon found himself lying on his back with Henry sitting on top of his legs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Henry cracked his knuckles. “I can always find out myself.”

“Yohou don’t have clearahance for that!” Alex tried to steady his voice, but anticipatory giggles kept interrupting his flow of speech. “Ihihi can throhow you in jahahail!”

Henry couldn’t help but laugh. “What was it you said earlier…?” He brought his hand to his chin as if deep in thought. “Something about doing anything to make someone laugh?”

“Henry, baby, please!” Alex spluttered, frantically trying to cover his entire torso from his hips to his ribs with his arms.

But little did he know, Henry already had a plan in motion.

The genius little Prince himself had sat just high enough on Alex’s stomach to have a little pocket of access behind him right to the man’s hips. And, with his knees blocking most of Alex’s ability to protect the area, Henry only had to dart his hands behind his back and squeeze.

Alex’s torso launched itself off the ground for a few seconds in a half-situp position, before his laughter finally exploded out of his chest and let him collapse back to the floor.

The future king of England had to pause at that moment. He figured Alex would be ticklish, but holy shit this was a whole other level of sensitive. His thumbs were barely rolling over Alex’s hip-bones, so one could only imagine how bad this could possibly get.

“HEHEHEHEHENRY!” The poor guy squealed, writhing on the floor with a cheek-splitting grin worthy of the front page of a magazine.

“Yes my dear?” Henry laughed softly, moving his hands to now target Alex’s ribs.

“STAHAHAHAP!”

The Prince’s chuckles continued. “I’ll consider it.”

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Alright kids. I spent 24 straight hours watching RWRB on loop (not kidding). And the only reason it wasn't more was because my dog decided to lay on the remote and turn the TV off late last night. She got glared at rather harshly for all of 3 seconds before my rational brain kicked in and told me, "Yes, Meg, you do actually need to sleep. You are closer to 40 than 20."

So with that, as I once again rewatch the RWRB movie, let's have some thoughts on book to movie adaptations from a fandom grandma, shall we?

First, Casey's book is beloved by so many and for all the right reasons. They gave us an iconically beautiful and unapologetic queer love story with characters that you love, get frustrated with, laugh both at and with, cheer for, and roll your eyes at as they stumble around figuring out this whole queer-in-the-public-eye thing and I don't care who you are, I'd imagine that's going to be tough for any public figure at any age.

Casey also gives us fleshed out and sometimes interwoven storylines with June, Nora, Pez, Luna, Bea, et al. Because writing allows for that to develop. There's no time or page limit on a book. The only limit to the book is the writer's imagination. It's an artistic medium that allows for more intricacies and interactions between the various characters (looking at Alex and Ellen and the PowerPoint, and Alex and Bea and "I love him on purpose").

I loved the book first, and I will continue to love the book above all else.

But book to movie adaptations are never going to be the same. They simply can't be the same. They have a finite amount of time to fill. They can't develop intricate storylines, which is why we see no June, no Luna, little of Percy, Alex's parents being married instead of divorced, nothing on Bea's addiction, and why we have little bastards like Miguel to still fill the main event that brings both Alex and Henry out into the public as their true, authentic selves.

The best book to movie adaptations are those that stay true to the plot. It's going to be faster paced because there's 2-2.5 hours in which to tell the story and all the main events have to be hit in that time. It's why we see the texting montage, and why the emails are done via voice over.

They honor the characters by not only keeping them as they are in the books, but in doing right by them as well. That includes casting the right people, and Taylor and Nick were far and away the best Alex and Henry.

Any creator who has ever created anything based on a book, movie, TV series, video game, etc. knows that when you take something that is already out there, you put your vision to the story. And that's what Matthew did with the movie. He made it his love letter to Henry and Alex, and Henry and Alex only. And while he surely had input from Casey, ultimately it was his vision that had to be realized in the movie.

Movie adaptations can also give you some wonderful added moments. And here we get to see Henry's struggle as well as Alex's. Because movies can be told from different points of view, even if the source material isn't. Ellen's powerpoint wasn't included, but it was referenced and that is just as important.

So many moments, from Alex and Henry's first kiss, to the conversation with Alex's dad, to Henry's soliloquy to Alex in the middle of the night at KP are still pulled word-for-word straight from the book.

We may not have "I love him on purpose." But we do have, "I'll break the sound barrier for you."

We don't get "Your Song" but we do get "Can't Help Falling in Love" and both are equally appropriate for what Alex and Henry have.

We get to keep, "history huh? Bet we could make some."

And we get to see Henry fight for himself and question why the established norms of a 21st century monarchy need to continue the way they've always been, rather than have his mum swoop in and save the day. And that is fucking brilliant character growth my friends.

No movie is ever going to be a scene by scene rehash of a book, no matter how beloved it is, and no matter how enthusiastically all of us shout that we would absolutely sit for a 10 hour movie of every little thing TYVM. But as long as it is there to be an ode to the original, to compliment it, then that's all you can ask for. And it's all you should ask for.

[doublegoblin]

OC In Fifteen

Big thanks to @angie-j-kay for the tag! Just gonna leave this open to anyone except for @asterhaze and @garthcelyn y'all get tagged always!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Gonna be grabbing for Alex from Rituals and Red Tape!

“First of all, congratulations, that is quite the accomplishment for a non-spire employee. However”- I stand over the sac as the paper floats over to him- “maybe next time you’re going to want to really vet who you are buying from because” -I kick open the bag and an iridescent lump of flesh rolls out from inside- “you have the wrong reagent man! C’mon!” I point down at the sub-par product with exaggerated movement/

“So did you contact me just to complain or was there something pressing?” I tried to make sure my smile was coming through my dry tone.

“What? No, I was just…recounting some important information to my lovely assistant.”

“Hey!” -I stomped my foot- “as per the last company-wide meeting we are allowed the secrecy of our own internal dialogues. Must I engage with HR on this matter?”

I tap my pen against the page, “Mah, please. I don’t want to have to fine anyone for being ‘a half decent host’. Now as I was saying, you and Pa have been having an issue with the harvest?

With a snicker I flicked away the jubilant spittle, “Good to see you too FF1D00E.” The head loomed back down for another round but I held my arms up in the appropriate orientation. “Easy, I’m here because Mah and Pah said you’ve been acting up” - circling the Fountain I patted along the ‘body’- “not producing as much water. What’s up bud? Blockage? Misaligned output orifice? Or are we maybe coming down with a virus?”

“By accordance with the regulations stated in the interdimensional interaction stipulation,” -golden chains wrap around him- “I hereby take the authority and administration of acting department head and place the subject; that being any entity that has gained entrance into this reality through means other than the standardized and allowed means and procedures; into bondage. Until at which time it can be determined through thorough investigation and inspection that there is no major break of the continuity; the rules which govern our existence and allowed interaction with the sphere of influence we reside in; and can be released safely back into whatever reality they emanate from.”

“Doesn’t work like that here.” Grabbing him by the back of his collar I drag him kicking and screaming into the void, everything grows dark and sensationless as the light on the other side becomes nothing more than a pinprick before we are consumed entirely.

“Well, good for you. Here I was thinking it had to do something with your little meeting with HR.” Tipping the glass up I waited with gaping maw for that last sweet droplet of nectar; she eluded me still.

Standing from the squat I stretched, “She’s my assistant, think of her as the second in command…well if we want to be technical, third, have you met Dave?” -I offer a hand down to him- “Do you need help standing?”

“Okay, so, the Spire is for a lack of a better term strange when it comes to dimensional representation. From far away it looks to go on forever into the vertical dimension but up close that changes to the horizontal. Where we are is what could be considered the intersection of those two impossibilities. Think of where we are as not a floor but more one of the many overlapping spaces that occupy one point. This spot being that place where all the intersections meet as one and where we can hop from one to another. In a way never truly moving as one may understand but shifting.”

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I glanced down at him, his face was buried in my sleeve and he was shivering.

“More or less. To simply put it, we are the ones who go out and make sure the rules aren’t being broken or left unaddressed. We stay pretty busy.” That last bit had a bite to it I wasn’t intending to place.

“It is then I arrived at the floor that separates our world from The Boards. In it I looked down and saw myself looking at my own feet a hundred times and more. Directly ahead I saw the back of my head ad nauseum. In the cold stone my hand touched it burned my essence. All around the world broke away, I atop the pedestal of an infinite darkness. In this moment, I was being judged. Angels, some call at least, swirling around me. Their wings and voices buffeted my core. Their words I could not understand, not at that time, but yet I knew them. Before me was an object; blunt, direct, simple. Grasping it I was but marble to be broken down. My shell of comfort was shattered and scattered. I was exposed in all ways. No longer marble, but clay.” I pressed a hand to my chest. “In this state I was molded and shaped. We managers are those that possess…something…that a particular Board member seeks. We are not employed, we are drafted.” His confused look was charming. “I took a hammer and bashed my head in with it.”

“Yes. Sorry something came over me. I didn’t answer your question though. Normally I would of course, even with you in tow. However, given the nature of what we are being called to do, I’m not entirely sure as to the stability of the area so thought it best to avoid any unneeded complications.” The crunch of small pebbles tugged at me. “Also, I hadn’t the foresight in that moment and we’ve been walking for long enough where it feels like a sunk cost. You don’t mind do you? I can door us there if you’d like.”

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 2

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Avoiding Kevin Fiala has proven to be a big problem considering his close involvement with my brother and their team. I swear, I’m doing my best, but the guy seems to be everywhere! Every hallway, every parking area, every family lounge. It’s like he’s casually hovering around, tempting and taunting me to dip my feet into the warm, delicious pool of his brown eyes.

We are attending the annual Strike It Wild event that benefits the Minnesota Wild Foundation as well as the local children’s hospital. I’m here with Alex, Felicia and the kids, helping wrangle both Sawyer and Serena while their parents tend to their community service work. I always love attending events like these and interacting with the Wild fans. It’s an event filled with good purpose, good trash talking, and now, good looking hockey players.

Kevin is at a lane two down from us with Ryan Hartman, Jason Zucker, and Ryan Donato, who is also new to the team via a trade. They boys are laughing with a couple fans in their red and black bowling shirts, handing out autographs and smiling for pictures as requested. My eyes linger on Kevin, smiling as he hands a little girl back her jersey after her mom snapped a few pictures. He laughs at something the little girl says and his eyes slide my direction. Our eyes hold, the electricity pulsing between us like it did a week ago in my brother’s kitchen. His smile gets larger and he waves a hand in my direction. I give my head a slight nod in acknowledgement back. That is friendly but not too friendly right?

“Auntie Sam! It’s your turn!” Sawyer yells at me, exasperated at my inattention to the game. I pull my gaze from Kevin’s and glance at the screen. I’m going to need a Hail Mary if I’m going to come back from all the gutters I rolled the first two frames.

“Shit.” I mutter under my breath as my latest attempt skipped its way right into the gutter. Bowling clearly is not my calling in life.

“You’re not very good at this.” Sawyer points out to me. I let out an offended scoff.

“Hey! I don’t get bumpers like you two.” I insist to him.

“Sawyer, be kind to your auntie. She didn’t get the gift of athletics in this family.” Alex gives me a grin as he approaches, taking a break from talking to fans to check on us.

“Um, pretty sure both of us were all-conference in high school. Unlike our older brother.” I roll my eyes at him. I played hockey through high school and was considered to be one of the best in our program. I had a couple offers to join division III schools, but my heart wanted to be a Gopher and I certainly wasn’t good enough to play on the power house team at the U. “So if anyone is missing the athletic promise it’s him.”

“True, I guess you just suck at bowling.” Alex shrugs, looking over his kids. “Serena, eat some more of your dinner.” He points to her Kraft Mac and Cheese. Serena glowers at him and picks up her spoon, taking a bite of a single noodle. “Lord help me.” Alex mutters under his breath to me.

“Are you going to be here for a minute? I need to run to the bathroom.” I tell him

“Yeah, go ahead.” Alex waves me away and takes my seat with his kids.

I grab a sip of my water then make my way down to the bathroom, which just so happens to be by a certain, new member of the Wild team. As I walk, I can feel his eyes on me and a small smile tilts my lips. When I come out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I’m not surprised to see that Kevin has gravitated up to the area above the bowling alleys, casually leaning against the counter with a glass of water in front of him. I can’t help myself as I walk closer to him. There is this feeling of almost a gravitational pull to him. Even if I wanted to walk by him, I couldn’t. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself is the case.

“Woof. You should stick to hockey.” I laugh as I get closer to Kevin where I can see his score. It’s the 8th frame and he has more dashes than numbers.

“Hey, I’m working on a new spin with the ball.” He objects to my comment.

“It’s not working.” I tell him honestly, running my teeth over my bottom lip.

“Okay. What’s your score down there, bowling champ?” He asks, nodding his head in the direction of our lane.

“I am not a professional athlete.” I insist, hoping he can’t see my score from here.

“Uh huh.” He responds, scrunching his nose at me while nodding. “You know what they say about glass houses.”

“They bowl strikes?” I ask, tilting my head at him with a wide grin. I know I’m flirting with him and I should definitely stop, but I can’t help myself. He calls me to him and flirting is just the natural reaction to this feeling.

“Kev, it’s your turn.” Ryan Hartman tells him, motioning for Kevin to grab a ball and bowl his turn.

“I should get back anyway.” I say, stepping backwards towards where Alex is watching us.

“You’re intimidated. I get it.” He shrugs innocently at me.

“Hardly, FiFi.” I tease him before turning around. My eyes meet my brother’s briefly before darting away quickly. I internally insist that I’m not guilty of anything, but the back of my neck tightens as I rejoin the family.

“Sam.” Alex says in a warning tone.

“What? I’m not allowed to talk to him?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “You’re such a butt.”

“I have no problem with you talking to him.” He bends closer to me and says in a low voice so only I can hear him. Felicia watches us as she secures the lid to Serena’s water bottle. She looks a bit amused and I furrow my brows at her. “What you were doing was not just talking. Next time, don’t flip your hair and bat your lashes at him and maybe I won’t notice.”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I glare at him.

“Why can’t you listen and do what’s good for you?” He shoots back . He straightens and walks to the table where Sawyer is, giving his son a loving rub on his head before greeting a group of fans that approach from the left. I watch as Alex grins warmly, giving the little boy in the group a high five. I cross my arms tightly across my chest and huff out an angry sigh. Felicia lets out a low chuckle.

“This will be fun.” She announces, saluting her beer in my direction. “He is pretty hot.” She points the top of the bottle in Kevin’s direction. “And he hasn’t stopped watching you since you got here.”

“I’m not biting at that.” I insist, turning away from her and glancing at the direction of the bar. I need a damn drink.

“Sure you’re not.” She nods her head sarcastically at me.

“You and Alex are perfect together.” I say snidely.

“Hey, I’m on your side.” She insists.

“Well, can you get him on my side?” I ask her, “Because that man is something fiercely fine and I think I deserve a little bit of Swiss chocolate in my life.” She tilts her head back and lets out a hearty laugh.

“Some rich, Swiss chocolate.” We giggle together.

“He could be poor as dirt and I’d still sit on that face.” My voice has gotten low so the kids don’t hear, not that they would understand anyway.

“Amen.” She toasts to me with her beer, reminding me that I still need that damn drink. “As for your brother, you know he is a free spirit. I’m sure he would get over it if things were to happen by accident.” She shrugs her shoulders innocently.

“I’ll be back. Let Alex know I’ll be at the bar if he still wants to stalk me.”

I glide up the stairs and back across the bowling alley where the bar is located. I glance briefly in Kevin’s direction, where it’s his turn to bowl. I watch as he winds up and releases the ball where it instantly spins tightly to the right and into the gutter. I can hear Ryan’s laugh meet my ears as the boys heckle him in response. I grab a seat at the bar so the bartender can see me. I tell her I’d like a Vodka soda, heavy on the vodka. She grins knowingly and walks away to fulfill my request. In a minute, she places the drink in front of me along with the bill. I reach for my purse, searching through for my wallet. As I pull it out, a hand with a $20 bill extends in front of me, sliding that and the white paper across the bar.

“Keep the change.” Kevin tells her. She gives him a big smile and a wink in response before she is off to her next customer. “So, what’s your drink of choice?” He tilts his head as he studies me, just like he did the night we first met.

“Vodka soda. But heavy on the vodka.”

“Wow, that accent.” Kevin laughs at the hard O in Soda.

“You’re one to talk!” I laugh, shoving at his shoulder instinctively. My hand tingles from the warmth of his body and I curl my fingers tightly together to hold onto the feeling for a moment longer.

“I have an excuse. English is not my first language. Not sure what yours is.” He smirks as he sits in the seat next to me. It takes everything in me to not look around in guilt to see if Alex is actually watching me like I said to Felicia.

“I blame… my parents.” I shrug with a laugh. “They choose to live here with the heavily accented vowels.”

“I will give that to you, but only because I like you.” The way he says it has this weight and confidence to it.

“How can you like me? You don’t even know me.” I tell him, glancing over my shoulder and noting Alex is nowhere to be seen.

“We should change that.”

“Not interested.” I shrug

“That’s a lie.” He calls me out immediately.

“How would you know?”

“Because you’re still here talking with me when there’s a whole group of people you should be getting back to.” I stare at him silently, contemplating his words. I surrender with a nod and stir my drink slowly.

“How are you liking Minnesota so far?” I ask, changing the subject from what I want or what he likes.

“It’s good- a lot colder than Nashville. It reminds me of being back in Sweden.”

“I like that we have such a cold winter. It allows us to truly appreciate the other seasons we have. And it makes us tough.”

“I believe that.” He laughs. The waitress comes back over and asks if Kevin wants anything. He graciously requests a water. He doesn’t speak again until she has placed his glass there and left again. “So, maybe you can help me. We have a couple days off this next week and I need recommendations of things I can do. I want to get out and explore more.”

“Okay.. well are you going out places by yourself or with someone else?” I wonder.

“Hopefully with someone else.” He stares into my eyes without pause. “Where should I take a Minnesotan to impress them?” I turn away as a slight blush dusts my cheeks. Good lord, I don’t know how much longer I can hold him off. I should really get back to our lane.

“Okay… Um. Well, you definitely do not want to take them to the Mall of America.”

“Why not? Isn’t it one of the largest malls in the world?”

“Yeah. Except Minnesotans don’t go there by choice. They only go there when people from out of town are visiting.”

“Okay, not the mall. What else?”

“You could go to a Minnesota Gopher hockey game. That’s our largest University in the state. They’re good.”

“Is that where Alex played?” He asks, noting that Alex regularly wears Maroon and Gold hockey clothing.

“No.. well, the two schools are connected. Down here, it’s the University of Minnesota- Twin Cities. Alex played at the University of Minnesota- Duluth. It’s an extension of the greater University channel. But, please ask him that when you see him next. He will go into a twenty minute tirade of why the Bulldogs are better than the Gophers. He’s wrong.” I shrug.

“I sense that you were a Gopher.” He gives me a grin. “I think a Bulldog sounds tougher than a rodent?”

“Watch yourself, Fiala.” I warn him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“A game might be fun. But for a first date it might be better if it’s more intimate.”

“Kevin.” I say warningly. His smile turns smug and he leans in a bit closer to me.

“I’m thinking a restaurant would be best. What is your favorite kind of food, ya Minnesotan?”

“Um, the good kind.” I shrug. “I’m not super picky. I won’t eat chicken feet or anything, but trying new things is fun.”

“Okay, what is the typical meal like here? In Nashville it was fried chicken, spice, and Macaroni and cheese.”

“We have those things here too. In the winter, Chicken Wild Rice Soup is popular. Or anything that involves throwing a bunch of ingredients into a casserole dish and calling it a Hot Dish.”

“What?” He asks, his nose scrunching in confusion.

“Trust me. It’s good. I make a really good Tater Tot Hot Dish.”

“Are you joking with me?” He asks. “That can’t be a real thing?”

“Yes! It absolutely is! I’ll make it for you and-” I cut myself off and remember the warning of Alex. Here I am, blatantly forgetting about what my brother said at an event that said brother is at.

“I’d like that.” His voice has turned into a murmur and he seemingly isn’t noticing this internal battle within me. When he says that, I realize that I want that to. I want to stay here. I want to keep this sarcastic battle of wit going between us. He compels and flatters me unlike anyone else.

“Oh! I know! Have you had a Juicy Lucy yet?” I ask him excitedly. He shakes his head no. “You need to try it! It’s a hamburger stuffed with melted cheese. It was created here in Minnesota. There are two restaurants that fight over who created it first and you’ll have to try them both to help us Minnesotans decide which one is truly the best. Matt’s Bar and 5-8 Club. Both are relatively close to the X.”

“That does sound pretty good. We should go together though. An outsider like me should be shown around properly by a local.” He smirks at me.

“I’m sure one of the other Minnesota players on the team would take you.” I say, breaking eye contact and glancing at the bowling lanes behind him.

“I’m not interested in going with them.” He tells me straight up. “Come on, I promise I keep my hands to myself on the first date.”

“Yeah, you look like a guy who does.” He shakes his head, laughing and folding his hands together.

“How about for you I will? Since you’re my teammates’ sister. All bets are off for the second date though.”

“Oh, there is already a second date?” I joke with him, rubbing at the condensation on my glass.

“Well yeah, we can’t eat two cheese stuffed burgers in one night. Or maybe you can.” He shrugs. “We can eat salads for our third date though to make up for the other two.” I giggle at his forwardness.

I take in his features and feel the buzzing of the connection between us. The conversation is free and easy. I’m reminded why I was so pulled to him the first night we met; I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt an instant connection to someone I barely know. What I do know for sure is that I want to keep having this feeling. The buzzing and intoxication of his eyes on me has me drunk on lust.

“Okay.” I finally say, trying to control my face so it doesn’t break into a huge smile. “I’m free tomorrow night.” I tell him, knowing that Alex and Felicia will be out on their annual stay over, date night in Stillwater. The Stalock kids will be at my parents for a sleepover. The coast should be clear for us. "But only if we agree this is a friend showing a friend around his new city. We are… friend dating.” I finish confidently like I’m not secretly hoping he will end up in my pants.

“Is there such a thing?” He tilts his head in response.

“Definitely.” I insist.

“Hmm, okay. Well, we can pretend it’s a just friends thing if that’s what you need to do.”

“Wow, you are just so confident that I’m into you, Mr. 2nd and 3rd date guy.” I give him an incredulous look, watching as he grabs my unlocked phone from the bar, navigating to contacts and typing in his number for me. I watch as he opens a new message and sends the purple, smiley devil emoji to me before sliding the phone back across the bar to me.

“Aren’t you?” He challenges me playfully. His face is so close that I could easily reach out and pull him in. His smile is easy, his brown eyes glinting with mischief. The defined lines of his jaw tempt me to place my lips there just to see what he tastes like.

“Depends.” I respond casually, angling my head and narrowing my eyes slightly. “On what burger place you like best.” I finish with a coy smile. He leans in even closer, to the point that if I leaned forward a few inches, our lips would rest perfectly together. His eyes drop to my lips for a moment before his lips tilt into his ever present smirk.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.”

[burntotears]

Fanfic Origin Story

Tagged by @bekkachaos 💕

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Popslash RPF - NSYNC

What was first story you ever wrote.

My main ship was Lance/Chris (Trickyfish), so it was most likely one for them. I wrote some Justin/Chris (Timbertrick) and Justin/Lance (Lamblove) too. I was 12 and everything I wrote was basically crack-fic or dark-fic where people were dying and shit. It was awful.

What's a piece of advice you would give your younger fic writing self?

Everything doesn't have to be devastating to be interesting. You can write something with a happy ending and it can still be interesting. But also, keep writing, because you'll get better.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback)

Back in the Merlin, Legend of the Seeker, Lord of the Rings days I met this one Australian graphic artist who was super sweet and made a TON of stuff for me. She did all the banner work for us in the Merlin Slash Awards (which I ran), made us little banners when we participated in the fun little team contests for Disney, LotS, and LotR AND made me banners for my LiveJournal accounts. Just unbelievably kind and I am so sad that we fell out of touch.

The one amazing thing that really blew me away was the cover art she made me for my first multi-chapter long fic, Unsuitable, for the Merlin fandom. She's soooo talented and I still think about her.

Post a sentence or two from an older fic and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

My first Sterek (and TW) fic, Be the Overflow

“A guy like you? That’s a load of bullshit and you know it. Erica said she had a crush on you for quite a while and you never even noticed her until she turned. For someone who knows what it feels like, Stiles, you sure are a huge fucking hypocrite. There are plenty of people who--” but Derek didn’t finish that sentence. Whatever it was he was about to say, he no longer wanted to say it.

“People who what? Who want to be my friend? Who want to laugh at my jokes but make out with the guy who’s hotter and a lot more mysterious? Someone more like Scott? Yeah, I know all about that, Derek, and I’d rather you didn’t call me a hypocrite before having all the facts, alright? How’s about we all just shut the hell up and stop talking about my non-existent love life because that would be really fucking swell right about now,” Stiles spat with a bit more venom than even he knew he possessed. He looked back down at the pipe and the rope and decided the task definitely needed his undivided attention now.

“You are completely full of it. You’re going to keep blaming other people for the fact that you can’t see the things that are right in front of your own goddamn face, so you know what? You deserve what you get, Stiles.” There was a hardness in Derek’s voice that Stiles couldn’t really place.

The Teen Malex AU, The Answer is Always "Okay."

Michael seemed better when Alex glanced up again. “Guerin… you wanna tell me what the fuck just happened?” Alex held up his wrist to indicate.

“I don’t - I don’t even know how to do that,” Michael said. He was afraid. Terrified, even. Alex couldn’t just see it on his face, though—it was something viscous seeping into his veins from inside Michael. He could feel it.

Alex stood up, moving the short distance across the shed. “Oh-okay, Guerin, you need to start talking. I know you’re freaked out or whatever, but so am I.”

Michael blinked and looked up at Alex as though he just realized he was there. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Rationally, I understand that my wrist is fixed. I get that you did something. So what I’m sorta gonna need you to fill me in on is how the fuck that is.”

Tagging these lovely folks if they would like 💕

@portraitofemmy @haloud @jule1122 @im-the-punk-who @angrycowboy @beautifulcheat @thesquidkid @bydayornight

[qverdia]

abilene saw sandy curls from the corner of her eye , but before she could turn she was ushered towards the remake center . whenever abilene saw alex , she recalled briefly that first interaction . she hadn't known his story at the time - it wasn't often something a new victor was terribly open about - but she could see how he had tried for his kids . she saw the desperation in his eyes and . . . well , she didn't need a reason to be kind , did she ?

she had approached a man who often sponsored the tributes ( perhaps his name was claudius ? or some other bizzare name that clunked rather than rolled off of her tongue ) and arranged for him to sponsor the kids from twelve . she had giggled and flirted , blushed when he complimented her or his touch lingered on her arm, and later that night he had approached alex to send something to those knock-kneed little kids . she remembered those blue eyes looking over at her , filled with a spark even if just for a moment .

she couldn't even recall if they had spoken that night or not , but she did remember that the next day he sat beside her and they split a blackberry flavored tart between them . she had fallen beside him after that , never too far away from each other in the capitol . abilene found peace with him . somehow , without either of them knowing it seemed , their friendship had blossomed into something more , something deeper .

after losing her family , alex was one of the few she trusted wholly - and he was the one person she trusted more than anyone else . that was why he had to win , she told herself . he had a life to return to , a family to return to . all she had was an empty home and a stray cat .

her stylist team , octavia and zelenus , had led the way down a long hallway , chattering to themselves about all of the work that needed to be done . her hands were bandaged , face splotchy , hair messy , and she still had the dust of ten on her clothes . they clearly had their work cut out for them , or so they said . abilene just hoped that they would not pierce her nose like they had during her first tribute parade .

she turned her head slightly , a moment before the sound of footsteps down the hall reached her stylists and they turned their heads as well . she saw his curls first and a wave of relief washed over her for the briefest of seconds , before it was replaced with that hollow feeling of dread . her eyes stung , and a lump built in her throat . she wanted to return to that first night he had held her , when she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and had slept so peacefully she almost lost the entire next day to rest . . . but that wasn't an option anymore .

❛ can i have just a few minutes , octavia ? ❜ abilene spoke quietly to her stylist . octavia pursed her lips and looked towards zelenus . ❛ just give me a few minutes and i'll sit still as stone , i promise . ❜ she whispered . ❛ please ? ❜

❛ we have to get the room set up anyways , ❜ octavia huffed . ❛ but we only have a few minutes to spare - there's hardly enough time as is ! ❜ abilene smiled her first true smile since the announcement of the quarter quell , and the barest hint of a smile turned at the corner of octavia's lip before she ushed zelenus into the remake room .

abilene didn't have far to go before she reached alex , but she sprinted the short distance anyways . she collided with him a bit harder than she intended , but her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her face buried into his chest . he always smelled like pine , and her breath began to shudder as she breathed in that smell . her fists balled up in his shirt and her eyes stung with tears .

❛ w-why'd you go and do that ? ❜ she whispered .

from the moment they get on the train up until it arrives at the capitol,  alex operates as if on autopilot,  completely disconnected from the morbid reality.   he’s cool albeit cordial,  engaging in conversations with his old mentor and even sharing a few drinks with him,  wanting those closest to him to remember him as a good guy,  even if his thoughts keep drifting to abilene and what exactly being reaped for the third quarter quell means for them.   it means they’ll never go on a real date or get married or live together,  and that’s the part that almost makes him tear up —   the future that was first promised to them is being taken away just as quickly and unexpectedly.   she deserves so much better.   she deserves the world.   he still remembers the moment when their eyes first met as if it were yesterday…   

it was his first year as a mentor and he was so completely lost,  grief-stricken,  still mourning sarah while trying to make sense of the cruel machinery that he was suddenly part of.   he didn’t have many connections in the capitol at the time and winning over sponsors,  when his tributes were malnourished,  terrified twelve and fourteen year old children from the seam,  proved to be quite the challenge.   she helped him then,  and even if his kids didn’t survive past day four,  at least they didn’t die in a gruesome way.   at least for a brief moment,  someone else cared about them,  too.   she’s been his ray of sunshine ever since.   the only person who makes these annual trips to the capitol bearable.   

how could he send her into the arena all on her own?   he’s promised to keep her safe and will keep his word.   no matter at what cost.

upon arrival at the capitol,  there’s only one thing on his mind —   finding abilene before the chariot parade.   there’s so much that he wants to tell her,  but above all he just wants to wrap his arms around her and hug and kiss her and remind her that they’re in this together.   she’ll never be alone again.   he needs to comfort her,  see how she’s doing,  but fails to locate her at the train station,  which might be a small blessing on its own.   after all,  he doesn’t really want people from the capitol to know that he’s got feelings for abilene as it could go both ways,  either work in their favor or against them and he doesn’t want to risk it.  the capitol attendants are firmly directing him and his fellow tribute from #12 toward the remake center.

alex hasn’t shed a single tear since the reaping,  but the second he catches a glimpse of what he assumes must be abilene’s yellow dress,  his eyes begin to sting uncomfortably.   “five minutes,  all i need is five minutes,”   he pleads softly,  using what little boyish charm he’s got left on his prep team.   he knows the drill by now —   each tribute gets assigned their own private room,  cold white walls and floors and that strange-looking hospital bed,  where they have to sit through several hours of beautifying treatments.   he figures this year won’t be much different and slips out of the room before anyone can protest.   it feels illegal,  but what can they do to a man who’s already signed his own death warrant?   

[femininefutbol]

i want to kiss you

idea from here (46), request from here

prompt: you and leah tease each other throughout the day resulting in a little fun being had while you are at an event

word count: 4.5k

SMUT WARNING

a/n: if you are under 18 please do not interact and if you are over 18 read at your own discretion. also it is my first time actually writing smut so if it's horrible i'm so sorry

-

Dating the captain of the England Lionesses isn't the worst thing in the world, especially when you are invited to exclusive events that you probably would never have even known about otherwise. 

The event you are currently getting ready for is some football award ceremony. Leah has attempted to give you the full rundown on what the event is and who will be there but you honestly weren’t taking in any of the information she was providing. 

Instead of listening, you are too busy taking in the sight that is Leah getting ready, she is wearing a matching set of white lingerie which she has decided will be the only thing she will wear under her fitted tan suit. So really who could blame you for not listening when she is simultaneously talking and walking around in only her underwear. 

“Are you listening (Y/N)?” Leah asks with a knowing smirk. 

“Of course Leah” you respond with an eye roll.

“So what was I saying?” the smirk on her face only deepens as you look like a deer caught in headlights, very clearly having no clue what she could have been speaking about. 

“Okay” you sigh in defeat before continuing “I didn’t catch everything but you mentioned Alex” you respond, while you can’t recall a single thing she said, mentioning her best friend Alex Scott is always a safe bet as she is at every event that you attend and Leah will usually mention her about a hundred times before an event. 

“Good try but I was actually trying to ask you what shoes I should wear” she states, which makes you notice the two different shoes in her hands, something you had overlooked previously, too busy focusing on her body. 

“You just picked those up now to try and prove some dumb point” you retort, while you can’t be sure if your argument is true or not you are a stubborn and competitive person, not wanting to let Leah win. 

“I’ve actually been trying to ask you about them for the past few minutes but I’ll give you a pass” she makes her way over to where you are sitting on the hotel bed dropping the shoes in the process, “this time” she whispers sensually in your ear. 

You attempt to grab onto her waist wanting nothing more than to kiss her. You don’t get the opportunity though as she slips through your fingers, grabs her suit off the bed and makes her way to the bathroom causing you to fall back onto the bed with a frustrated groan. 

As you lay on the bed with your hands covering your face Leah peeks her head around the doorway of the bathroom. “Hey” she calls out in an attempt to gain your attention. 

You perk up, quickly sitting up on the bed in hopes that she will stop her teasing and at least let you give her a simple kiss. 

Instead she decides to be even more of a tease stating “if you are lucky you may get the opportunity to take my suit off me tonight”.

The statement causes you to groan even louder than the first time, again falling back onto the bed but this time your dramatics cause you to bounce off the bed and fall onto the floor, a loud thud sounding off throughout the hotel room. 

“You okay?” Leah calls from the bathroom. 

“Nooo” you whine, an obvious sign to Leah that you are more than fine and that you are just being dramatic. 

-

When the two of you are ready you head down to the hotel lobby, Leah informing you that the car is already here to pick you up.

You make your way into the car, the two of you comfortably sitting a seat apart, acting professional. It used to be a foreign concept to you, having to sit politely in the back of a fancy car but having been to many events with Leah since the two of you started dating you have grown used to the formal setting. You know that this is always the part where the two of you only make small talk instead of speaking too personally, not wanting to accidentally misspeak in front of a random driver. 

Leah leans over whispering in your ear “you look incredible baby”, while she does this she also strategically places a hand onto the centre of your exposed thigh. 

You made the mistake of wearing a mini dress on this specific occasion giving Leah easy access, something she clearly has plans to abuse throughout the evening. 

“Thank you” you speak politely, your words getting caught in your throat as the sexual tension grows. You attempt to move Leah’s hand off your thigh discreetly but the action is stopped by her gentle yet firm grip. You decide to instead ignore her hoping she will leave her hand where it is rather than deciding to tease you even more by moving it up your thigh. 

“So this event” you turn to Leah with a look of faux confidence, “what is it exactly?” 

“The Lionesses individual award ceremony for the Euro’s” she replies casually, looking ahead at the road rather than you, as she does she carefully inches her hand up your thigh a little more. 

“Uh-“ you cough loudly, trying to cover the moan that threatens to leave your lips as Leah squeezes your thigh. 

“Would you like some water ma’am? There is a bottle in the door, help yourself” the driver speaks politely, his eyes not leaving the road. 

You are silently thankful that he doesn’t turn around because if he did he would be met with the sight of Leah’s hand dangerously close to the hem of your dress and your flushed red cheeks, which would be a dead give away as to what is occurring. 

“Thank you” you manage to squeak out, as Leah’s hand still grips your thigh. 

Your continued attempts to ignore Leah’s roaming hand go unsuccessful as she continues to move her hand further up your thigh, clearing playing a one sided game of ‘red light, green light’ which you want no part of in the setting the two of you are currently in. 

Once Leah reaches the band of your panties you know you can no longer just sit still and attempt to ignore her. 

“You need to stop Leah” you whisper in her ear in a firm tone although Leah knows that you are all talk. She is well aware that you are secretly loving her hand see close to your pussy, especially with all the teasing you endured earlier in the day. 

“Or what?” she challenges, beginning to lift the band of your panties expertly proving she knows her way around your body. 

“Ladies we have arrived” the driver interrupts causing Leah’s hand to immediately leave, you have to hold back a whine, obviously enjoying the warmth that Leah’s hand was providing even though you were pretending that you weren't. 

“Thank you so much sir, have a good evening” Leah speaks, reaching over you in order to open the car door, moving herself closer to you and discreetly grabbing your ass with her other hand in the process. The action almost causes you to fall while getting out of the car, having not expected it. You are held steady though by Leah’s same hand moving up to your waist holding you still as she herself gets out of the car not releasing her grasp on you. 

-

As Leah makes her way around speaking with people who are likely very important in her world, you are stuck as her arm piece for the evening. You politely smile at everyone who introduces themselves to your girlfriend and yourself, shaking hands and introducing yourself but past that point you are just there to look pretty. 

You attempt to actively listen to the conversation that some older gentlemen is having with Leah, not wanting to come across as disrespectful at one of her events. Clearly Leah has other plans though as her hand moves from where it was securely sat on your waist, down to squeeze your ass, just as she had done when you were leaving the car earlier. You again cough loudly to cover the inevitable moan that would escape your lips if you hadn’t. 

Both Leah and the gentleman look at you funny while you apologise profusely, at the same time though Leah’s hand continues to rest far lower than it should. 

The idea of anyone behind the two of you being able to so clearly see the inappropriate action makes your mind race. You had been to events with Leah before and she had never acted in this manner at a professional event. This sort of public teasing was common between the two of you on date nights or even nights out with friends but this type of situation is completely different to those and the fact that what she is doing is wildly inappropriate in the current setting sends a shiver down your spine.

Leah finishes her conversation with the man and you are silently thankful that you now have the opportunity to be alone with her for a minute, willing yourself to reprimand her for her actions. 

“You seriously need to stop Leah, I don’t think you understand how you are making me feel right now” you whisper subtly in her ear not wanting anyone else to have the opportunity to hear what you are saying. 

“Oh no (Y/N), I understand exactly how I am making you feel” she responds in a calm voice, not bothering to whisper back, clearly not caring if anyone hears her, “I’m not going to stop though” 

“Leah!” you hear a voice call out to your girlfriend from across the room. 

“Alex!” she leaves you in your spot, quickly making her way over to her best friend. 

You slowly make your way over to the two of them, more so preferring to keep a little distance between yourself and Leah with how she is acting at the moment. 

Once you reach them Alex holds her arms out clearly waiting for you to hug her. 

“I saw Miss Williamson’s antics back there” the statement causes you to groan knowing that if Alex had seen it that others likely would have as well. 

“She won’t stop” you reply with an eye roll, the action causing Alex to laugh. 

“I assume that she is holding herself back slightly, you look incredible and based off the texts she has sent me it’s a miracle you two are even here right now” Alex informs you, more than insinuating that the way you are currently dressed is making Leah feel the same way she has been making you feel all evening, in simple words, hot and bothered. 

“That’s good to know actually” you slightly smirk at Alex, silently plotting to tease Leah in much the same way she has been doing to you all day. 

“Okay that’s enough” Leah grabs your arm, pulling you into her embrace and out of Alex’s, she holds onto your waist tightly as she starts up a new conversation with Alex, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

As Leah looks away for a moment Alex sends you what can only be described as an ‘I told you so’ look, you send a small wink back. You actions cause Alex to shake her head knowing exactly what could happen when yourself and Leah tease each other in this way.

-

Sitting for the dinner and award portion of the evening you are sitting with a few of Leah’s close friends and teammates, the setting much more comfortable in comparison to the prior mingling that occurred. This is also the time where you are going to set your plan in motion, hoping to tease Leah the same way she had been teasing you. 

You lean across Leah’s body, beginning a conversation with Keira who is sitting next to her. You rest your arm on the table, your position ensuring that Leah is met with the vision of your chest right in front of her whenever she looks down. 

There is not much that Leah is able to do in the moment besides force herself not to obviously stare at your chest even though that is all she wants to do, the positioning making your boobs look absolutely amazing. 

In order to stop her dirty thoughts from progressing further Leah leans back as far as she can in her chair, crossing her arms over her own chest, subtly appreciating the view without having to crane her head downwards to look. 

Leah’s small repositioning allows you the perfect opportunity to tease her even more, you lean over her seat even more, placing your hand towards the top of her thigh, your hand sitting directly between her legs. After a few moments she realises that you have no plan on moving your hand as you use it as a support for you to be able to sit up properly, having moved your arm off the table somewhere in the process. 

Your conversation with Keira continues while Leah finds herself in her own conversation with Ellie who is sat on the other side of you. 

“Do you two want to switch seats? I’m sure it would be much more comfortable than this predicament” you hear Ellie ask Leah, you do not outwardly react instead you squeeze Leah’s thigh, a small indication that she should reject Ellie’s idea. 

“I think we’re fine like this, right baby?” Leah taps your shoulder gently, involving you in her conversation. 

Your hand is still firmly placed between Leah’s thighs when you turn around to answer Ellie with a sweet smile, “yeah, we’re all good”, while it comes across to others that you are answering to Leah in this moment the two of you know that this is not the truth. In reality your actions signify to Leah that you are the one in charge currently, not her. You are well aware that the faux display of dominance will cause you some trouble later in the evening but rather than feel worried you are extremely excited about the possibilities of what is to come. 

-

The time comes for the actual award ceremony, this causes you to stop your teasing knowing just how seriously Leah takes her profession and with her being the captain of the squad there is more than likely a few professional duties she will be required to partake in throughout the evening. 

As the ceremony goes on you pay little attention to what is going on, your attention focused solely on how incredible Leah looks in her suit. 

Towards the end though Leah is called up to present the Euro’s trophy to the room of investors and other important figures, which you piece together was likely the main reason for the event. 

“I would like to start off by thanking everyone for being here tonight, without the support of everyone in this room there is no way that we would have been able to bring home the trophy” Leah begins her speech. 

“Being able to lead my team, my country during this tournament was such an honour and I think just about anyone here would be able to tell you how thankful I am for it seeing as I don’t shut up about how much this means to me” you chuckle at her sentiment, well aware that she is completely right. 

“This isn’t just my doing though, it is only due to the hard work, dedication and passion of the entire team that I have to opportunity to be up here, presenting this trophy to you all currently, so to all my teammates, thank you and congratulations, this is for all of us” Leah finishes, lifting the trophy that had been brought on to the stage to be presented, the action causes a flutter of pride, mirroring the way you felt when she was doing the same thing just a few weeks prior on the field after winning the Euros in front of a sold out crowd. 

-

The evening continues as a party for the players with all the official business people and sponsor representatives leaving just making it the players and their invitees to celebrate their win with a little dancing and a lot of alcohol. 

Leah may have assumed that your teasing earlier was all that you had planned, especially as that alone was doing enough to make her almost go crazy. But with a few drinks in your system and all your shame essentially gone you put the second part of your plan to tease her into action. 

While Leah and Keira sit together seemingly deep in conversation you grab Lucy’s hand, urging her to dance with you. She hesitates slightly before you send her a pouty look which makes her give in immediately. Your pouty face is unmatched and according to basically everyone it could allow you to get away with murder so getting someone to dance while using it is a relatively easy feat.

The dancing starts off as a little bit of fun, the two of you just jumping around to the music not actually trying to dance, moreso just jumping around. But the third time you catch Leah stealing glances in your direction you know it is time to set the next part of your plan into motion. 

You grab Lucy’s hands pulling them towards your waist as you push your behind into the front of her body, you know exactly what you are doing. Lucy is a relatively safe person for you to interact with in a more intimate manner due to the countless times you and Leah have spent time with her and her girlfriend Keira. But you are also well aware of the fact that by this point in the night Leah is likely close enough to her breaking point that your actions will cause her to snap, giving you exactly what you have been waiting for all day. 

It isn't long before you feel like you are being stared at, you immediately look towards where Leah and Keira are sitting and just as you had expected Leah is already looking at you, a hint of anger across her face but her eyes are what you focus on, knowing the look of frustration and sexual desire that only you can bring out of her. 

You raise your eyebrows slightly, silently urging her to do something about the situation as it is clear that you have no plans on stopping your less than family friendly dancing with Lucy unless you are forced to. 

Leah takes on the challenge, rising from her seat and making her way over to you, the entire time your eyes don’t dare leave hers. She reaches you and Lucy, and this is the first time that her vision is not focused on you, she looks at Lucy giving her a look that more-or-less informs her ‘if you don’t let go of my girlfriend right now i will kill you’. Lucy immediately backs off, chuckling at the ridiculousness that is you and Leah teasing each other as she makes her way over to where Leah was sitting mere minutes ago, taking the opportunity to actually spend some time with her own girlfriend. 

“You shouldn’t have done that” Leah whispers in your ear. 

As she pulls away and makes eye contact with you once more, a small smirk tugs at your lips. You lean in to her this time, whispering back “Why’s that?” knowing exactly is to come. 

“You have been driving me crazy all night (Y/N), I don’t appreciate it and i want to kiss you… so badly, but there are too many people here, follow me” she speaks calmly, not looking back as she walks anyway knowing very well that you are following behind her like a lost puppy. 

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The two of you make it to the bathrooms of the venue and only as Leah opens the door does she look at you again, she holds the door open watching you intently as you make your way past her. You feel a shiver go down your spine as her pupils seemingly bore into your soul. 

For a moment you regret all the teasing you subjected her to but any regret immediately dissipates as she gently grabs your cheek. The smirk that she sends your way almost makes you melt as anticipation rises, making the simple touch to your cheek feel a thousand times more impactful than she probably even realises. 

She moves the hand that is currently resting on your cheek, grabbing your face in one hand and pulling you forward to meet her lips. She roughly kisses you for a few seconds before roughly letting go of your face, grasping your waist tightly with both hands. 

“You have fun?” she asks, raising one eyebrow, while there is no context to the question you are well aware that she is asking about the way you teased her throughout the evening. 

“Indeed, did you?” you continue to push your limits. 

“I think what is about to happen will be a lot more fun” she answers, moving one of her hands under your dress, the other still holding tightly onto your waist. 

“You’re really wet baby” she states, as her hand rests on the outside of your panties, the comment making you moan loudly.

She clearly plans on taking her time with every single action, knowing that your ploy of the evening has been for her to hurry up and fuck you, but what fun would it be if she gave in to your teasing so easily. 

“Someone could walk in” you state, looking towards the door knowing that there is no way that this situation doesn’t end with one of Leah’s teammates walking into the bathroom while she is in the middle of fucking you. 

“And?” she doesn’t even flinch, focusing on her task at hand. She moves her hand away from you, catching the small whine that escapes your lips as she does it. Almost as fast as her hand is gone she has moved it back, this time into your panties, her cold hand making it’s way down to your pussy you shiver at the contrast to your warmth. 

Before you can formulate a coherent response that explains why someone walking in on her fucking you at a professional obligation of hers is a bad look for her and yourself, she presses her thumb to your clit making you moan loudly again at the first real contact she has made with you all day. 

“So are you still worried about someone walking in?” she asks, rubbing her thumb in a circular motion. You silently shake your head, not trusting yourself to be able to answer her without falling apart in front of her. 

“What was that?” she asks, stopping her movements, holding her thumb still on your clit once more, looking directly into your eyes, waiting for you to verbally answer her before she continues. 

“No” you breathe out, hoping it is enough for her to continue, she doesn’t though, leaving you subtly moving your hips in an attempt to get off on the tiny amount of friction that your action is generating. 

Noticing what you are doing Leah takes her hand out of your panties, a small chuckling from her lips. “If you are going to act like you can handle the game you have to at least be able to answer properly baby, you want to try again?” 

“No, I’m not worried about someone walking in” you focus on your breathing, getting through the sentence seems like a real struggle in your current state. 

“That’s better” she responds, moving her hand back to the band of your panties, her hand playing with them rather than making its way back inside. 

You look at her desperately, your face conveying that fact that you need her to fuck her right now as clearly there is no way that you would be able to convey that message using words. 

“Aww baby, what happened to the cockiness that you had on full display earlier?” Leah asks sarcastically, the two of you both knowing that the second it came to sex your facade would fall and Leah would be left in charge as she always is. 

You don't get the chance to answer as she moves her hand into your panties shoving two fingers into your pussy, the action causing your breath to hitch. You hadn’t expected her to even actually fuck you here, more expecting her to just tease you and poteitnally leave you desprately waiting until you got back to your hotel. 

She continues to thrust her fingers into you, watching as you struggle slightly, constant moans escaping your lips as the pleasure takes over. 

Once you fall into a steady rhythm, Leah begins lightly kissing you neck, the feathery touches mixed with the roughness of her pumping into you is an intoxicating combination that has you extremely close to your orgasm. 

As you are becoming increasingly close to cumming you hear a commotion just outside of the bathroom,  the sound of a bunch of laughter coming from the hallway that separates the bathroom from the function room that the event is being held in. 

“I guess we should have been worried about my teammates catching us” Leah states in a scarily calm tone. She takes her hand out of your panties again, smirking at the whine the escapes as she does and the slight wobble of your legs, the feeling of no longer being full so suddenly causing your legs to almost give out. Leah holds you steady, guiding you into a stall, locking it behind you. 

“You need to be quiet, okay? You don’t want anyone to find out right?” she asks, covering your mouth with one hand and getting straight back to work with the other. Your moans are muffled by Leah’s hand which you are extremely thankful for as the laughing group of players tumble into the bathroom. 

Leah continues to thrust her fingers into you, clearly not worried about who is on the other side of the door. She goes back to your neck, although this time instead of light kisses she makes quick work of sucking harshly at your most sensitive spot where your jawline meets your neck easily forming a dark red hickey.

The thrill of the situation and Leah harshly fucking you, along with you already being so close to orgasming before means that it does not take you long to be close again. You close your eyes tightly, your moans dwindling as all your energy is now focused on that inevitable orgasm you feel coming. 

Just as you are about to finish Leah pulls her hand out of your panties once more, leaving you looking absolutely desperate for any kind of physical attention so you can finish. 

Leah licks your cum off her fingers sensually, while staring straight at you. 

“Think really hard before playing these games with me next time baby” she speaks at a low volume even though the group of rowdy players already left between when you were almost cumming and her speaking to you. 

She quickly pecks your lips, turning around to unlock the door, making her way over to wash her hands, leaving you still in the bathroom stall in shock.