#Alex angst snippets

[eggyolkguzzler]

Be your mom for Halloween

-someone who felt evil

[ham1lton]

RACEWAY RETAIL.

— welcome to RACEWAY RETAIL. the shopping centre that has over seventy different stores and the biggest food hall in the country! come take a pit stop and explore what we have to offer! take a coffee break in JAVA JUNKIE, get a bite to eat at SPICE N’ SIZZLE, pick out a new outfit at PEACH TREE or smell some floral arrangements at MAYBLOOM’s!

⇘ WALK AROUND THE STORES! ⇙

A SUB ABOVE LOVE. - oscar piastri x reader.

— enemies 2 lovers | smut | comedy | smau + written.

╰┈➤ ❝ oscar likes his job. it might just be making sandwiches with the world's worst playlist as a backing track, but it relaxes him. that is, until his boss makes him take the newbie under his wing, and you're the worst worker he has ever seen in the history of the store. how can you fuck up a sandwich? ❞

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THAT'S THAT ME, ESPRESSO! - charles leclerc x reader.

— slow burn | one sided pining | smut | comedy | oneshot.

╰┈➤ ❝ part time barista charles has never had a problem with the ladies, or even the guys. he's never had to try once in his entire life to get attention from the ones he wants but when the grumpy grad student doesn't even look in his direction, it sends his world into a tailspin. ❞

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ALL I WANT IS YOU. - lewis hamilton x reader.

— idiots in love I slow burn | pining | smut | comedy | oneshot.

╰┈➤ ❝ lewis has had his tattoo parlour for a few years now and it's been going strength to strength. the only thing missing from his life is someone to share it with, so his friends and family have been setting him up on blind dates despite his insistence that he's fine. he has his job, his dog and most importantly, you, the pretty bookworm who works in the florist across from him. what more could he need? ❞

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER. - george russell x reader.

— fake relationship | f2l | pining | smut | comedy | oneshot.

╰┈➤ ❝ george and you have always done everything together, starting from when you were born in the same hospital. he's your soulmate in all ways except romantic. that's until george needs a date for his ex-best friend's wedding and you volunteer your services. should've probably mentioned you've been in love with him for a while... right? ❞

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SUPERNATURAL. - carlos sainz jr x reader.

— pining | angst | smut l oneshot. -> by @23victoria

╰┈➤ ❝ carlos wants to follow his father's footsteps in owning the family's gym store chain but in order to do so, he'd have to work in one for a minimum of six months. that should be okay, right? until his client is you, a gorgeous taken mother who he absolutely cannot, under any circumstance, have a crush on. ❞

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HONEY, HONEY. - yuki tsunoda x reader.

— pining | fluff | hea l oneshot. -> by @minkyungseokie

╰┈➤ ❝ if there is anything you hate, it’s attending your parents’ fancy dinner parties, but after meeting the new chef, you think maybe they won’t be so bad. ❞

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BET ON IT. - lily muni he x alex albon x reader.

— pining | fluff | hea l oneshot. -> by @minkyungseokie

╰┈➤ ❝ the worst thing about a crush is when they’re taken. the weirdest thing about a crush is when his girlfriend starts flirting with you every morning when she gets her daily coffee. that’s … normal, right? ❞

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LOVE IN 3D. - logan sargeant x reader.

— dorks in love | fluff | comedy | smau + written. -> by @lokideservesahug

╰┈➤ ❝ you were never a massive cinephile but when the cute worker asked you if you’d like to buy a membership card, you didn’t hesitate in saying yes. now, you have to return at least twice a week, just to get your money’s worth. which has totally nothing to do with the hot blond working the slushy machine and the way his arms look in the branded uniform polo. ❞

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PRETTY IN PINK. - zhou guanyu x reader.

— pining | slow burn | fluff | oneshot. -> by @minkyungseokie

╰┈➤ ❝ zhou likes his little life. working in the boutique, seeing his friends every weekend and secretly sketching his own designs whenever possible. enter y/n l/n, fashionista and formula one driver, who discovers his designs and insists he create her met gala look. the opportunity of a lifetime alongside the girl of his dreams, too bad he can only choose one. ❞

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I SAW HER STANDING THERE. - daniel ricciardo x reader.

— romcom | slice of life | smau + written. -> by @onakomiyaki

╰┈➤ ❝ daniel never liked music that much, so when his older sister told him that he will be the next owner of the practically defunct family music store, he almost wanted to run away again. then he saw her, bright and as warm as the sun, and he thought, yeah he might give this a chance after all. ❞

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SUNDRESS! - lando norris x reader.

— fwb2l | comedy | smau + written | smut | opposites attract.

╰┈➤ ❝ lando norris, the other supervisor of spice n sizzle, is the bane of your existence. you’re total opposites. so you’d think as soon as you left work you’d be rid of him but the universe (aka your libido) has a twisted sense of humour. he’s your secret fuck buddy. trying to hide your relationship from everyone forces you into a realisation: not only do you not hate lando, but you might possibly even… like him? ❞

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SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS - mick schumacher x reader.

— slow burn | romcom | fluff | pining. -> written by @papayadays

╰┈➤ ❝ mick has always loved books, and each day, there's nothing better than heading to the bookstore he works in and spending his days there. though no one there seems to have as much of an obsession. that is, until a university student looking for an obscure required book asks for his help, and he might have found a book buddy. ❞

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[bellatriestowritesometimes]

To Know

aaron hotchner x reader

Summary: You attend your best friend's wedding where you see Hotch for the first time in four years since you were shot on your wedding day by Peter Lewis, forcing him to go into witness protection and leave you.

Part 2

AN/explanation:

Listen it’s been a minute since I’ve written anything and by minute I mean 4 years so bear with me!! There’s probably spelling and punctuation errors but I wrote this in the middle of the night so cut me some slack.

OK so a bit of an explanation on this.. so you know how everyone has their imaginary scenarios they make up before bed or wherever (and if you don’t you’re weird!) well this is mine!! OK not really but ever since I watched CM which was probably about 5/6 years ago now, Hotch was on my mind 24/7 and I have this plot in my head with YEARS worth of scenarios thought out with original characters and everything!! This is just a small snippet of the whole plot I have had thought out for Hotch and Alex (that is what I have named her in my head, but have obviously written it as a Y/N to make it more enjoyable I guess? Idk what people prefer!!). I could probably write a book on this crap but I’ll just start with this part. I am in the process of writing a part two to this so if anyone’s interested I’ll try to get it out before the weekend’s over as this is the only free time I have currently! Now if I ever was going to make this into a series (that’s a very big if) this would be a chapter towards the end of this plot that I have created. Anyways enough rambling…

I am an angst over any other kind of genre girly so that’s all this will be :D this seemed better in my head and it ALWAYS does but I just wanted to get it out of my system.

Hope u enjoy xx

Warnings: smut (a little not too much), cheating.

Word count: 3.9k

It was your best friend’s wedding and you couldn’t have been happier. Henry was your rock and pretty much the only family you ever had. He had been with you through everything, all the highs and lows, so he deserved today to be absolutely perfect.

You were helping Luca with his tie and giving him a final check over before he went out to marry your best friend. Luca knew how important you were to Henry and how important Henry was to you. The three of you were practically a throuple. OK maybe not a throuple but anyone who was important to Henry became important to you. They had been together for almost 5 years but knew each other for even longer. 

“He’s here you know...” Luca said “Henry invited everyone from the BAU..”

You raised an eyebrow at Luca whilst finishing up with his tie.

“I know,” you replied simply.

Henry was the one who got you a job at the BAU. He knew almost everyone and if he didn’t, he knew someone who did. He had helped out with several cases and knew everyone at the BAU well, so of course they all got an invite to his wedding which was in London. Henry knew your history with Hotch and that meant so did Luca.

“He has them all staying at the Ritz you know, booked a suite out for everyone,’’ Luca rambled.

“I know,” you repeated and rolled your eyes.

Of course he has you thought to yourself, money was never an issue for him. Not that it was for you either but you were slightly more modest than him.

Luca could sense that he wasn’t going to get anything else out of you so he decided to change the topic.

“You think we’re doing the right thing?” He asked referring to him and Henry.

“Absolutely,” you confirmed “he needs you Luca, I don’t even want to imagine what he would be like without you. It’s not something I’m prepared to take on” you let out a laugh. “You two have practically been married for the last 5 years, now it’s just time to make it official!” You gave his arms a squeeze.

“I’ll see you out there, no backing out now,” you gave him a wink and Luca gave you a nod with a smile.

You took that as your cue to leave and made your way towards the alter and towards Henry. As you made your way up to the front you saw all of the guests take their seats. You spotted JJ, Will and her boys a few rows from the front, who were staying at your place for the next few days. Emily, Spencer and Garcia were seated a few rows behind them and you spotted Morgan and Savannah seated on the other side of the room. You were trying to find Rossi and Krystall until your eyes landed on someone else. There he was sitting right next to Rossi with a brunette next to him which you assumed was Beth.

“How is he?” Henry’s voice snapped you back to reality.

“Huh?” Was the only thing that came out of your mouth as you slowly dragged your eyes away from the man that left you on pretty much your death bed and then divorced you.

“Luca – how is he? He’s not making a run for it is he?” Henry laughed but behind the laugh he needed the reassurance. He hadn’t been the perfect fiancé and has put Luca through the wringer at times, but there’s no one else for Henry other than Luca and vice versa.

“Stop being stupid!” You swatted him gently, “Of course not! I stopped him just before he got to the fire exit,” you replied playfully.

“Ha ha very funny,” Henry replied dryly, “And how are you? …You know with him being here.. You did say it was okay for me to invite him but I can send him home if you want. Just tell me and I’ll have him escorted out by security-”

“Please stop, it’s fine. Honestly I mean it. We’ve both moved on. I’m with Avery now and he’s with Beth,” you answered. “Besides today is not about me or my woes, it’s about you!”

-

The wedding ceremony was beautiful and it was now time for the reception. You made your way round to all the tables saying hello to the people you recognised until you reached the table you dreaded the most. Thankfully your husband Avery caught up with you to let you know that it was time to make your way to your seat as it was almost time for your speech.

You gave Rossi a smile in the distance before walking back to your seat, avoiding contact with Hotch for now who was sat right next to him.

-

After the speeches were done and the drinks began floating around the room, everyone felt a lot more relaxed. You were listening to the conversation Emily and Avery were having about a book they both had read, until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi you must be Y/N! I’m Beth, Aaron has told me so much about you!” Beth exclaimed as you turned around to face her.

“Yes hi! It’s lovely to meet you, I’m sorry I couldn’t introduce myself earlier,” you gave her a smile.

It was a genuine smile, she seemed nice and in any other situation you could even be friends. She is not to blame for what had happened between you and Hotch, however you did wonder what kind of things he has told her about you.

“It’s okay don’t worry about it! I understand how stressful weddings are,” she continued and for a second you thought if she had married Hotch without anyone telling you. Your eyes flicked towards her left hand that was wrapped around a champagne flute. No sign of a ring. You cursed yourself for still caring enough to check.

“That’s a beautiful ring” she said bringing you out of your trance.

You followed her gaze which was now on your own left hand. You hadn’t realised that you were twisting your own wedding ring with your thumb, reminiscing about how it felt when you had the ring on that Hotch gave you. It was a lot smaller than the one you have now. It had an oval diamond in the centre with three green sapphire leaves holding the diamond in place on each side. It was a delicate ring and you loved everything about it. Everything but the dreaded memories that came along with it. The ring was now replaced with a big teardrop diamond from Harry Winston and it was beautiful. It sparkled even in the dark and felt almost heavy on your finger. You had to admit that Avery had great taste, the two of you had now been married for almost 2 years.

“Thank you..” you smiled and let a breath out you didn’t know you were holding.

“Uhm this is Avery my husband-” you cleared your throat, almost forgetting to introduce him to her.

They shared a few polite words until Beth excused herself. You assumed she had gone to find Hotch as she disappeared into the crowd.

“She seems nice,” Avery said and gave you a small smile. He knew what had happened with you and Hotch and he wasn’t his biggest fan but he was never the one to bad mouth him.

“Yeah she does…” you replied quietly whilst your mind drifted off elsewhere. Emily sensed that you were uncomfortable and resumed her conversation with Avery in an attempt to take his attention off you.

-

It was several hours into the reception and you had stepped outside with Luca and lit a cigarette for you both to share.

You had noticed Beth was in the distance on the phone but Hotch was nowhere to be seen.

“Today has been beautiful,” you hummed as you took a pull of the cigarette and passed it to Luca.

“It really has been, thank you for helping Henry with the planning,” he expressed.

You both conversed about the wedding and your favourite parts until someone had interrupted you.

“Oh sorry,” your eyes followed his voice, “I thought Beth was out here,” he explained as he looked between you and Luca.

“She is,” you pointed with the cigarette between your fingers “she’s just gone into the gazeebo over there to take a call I think,” you replied.

“Thank you,” he looked into your eyes longer than he should have before he began walking her way.

“Is this the first time you’ve spoken to him tonight?” Luca asked whilst following your gaze that was still on Hotch.

“Yup.”

“There’s an explanation. I am sure he has an explanation,” Luca tried standing up for the man he barely knew.

You didn’t respond and instead focused your gaze on something else.

“You know… and I really shouldn’t be saying this but... I think Henry might’ve had something to do with it,” Luca continued.

“What makes you say that? Has he told you something?” You questioned focusing your attention back on Luca.

“Nope. He doesn’t tell me anything when it’s to do with work and I thank him for it. But it wouldn’t surprise me if he did. He would do anything to keep you safe. Even if it meant putting your newly husband into witness protection…”

You thought about it for a minute or so and yes maybe Henry was the one who suggested going into witness protection but that still doesn’t explain the radio silence from Hotch even after Peter Lewis was caught.

“I want you to have what me and Henry have,” Luca brought you out of your thoughts once again.

“I have that. With Avery, he makes me happy,” you replied not knowing if it’s the full truth. Avery does make you happy and you love him but you’re not sure if it compares to what you and Hotch had and it seems like Luca doesn’t either.

“Let’s get back in there shall we? I’m sure Henry is looking for you!” You perked up, trying to change a conversation that was becoming too heavy for your liking. 

-

Since you were one of the few people who didn’t drink at the wedding, you decided to give Emily, Spencer, and Garcia a lift back to the hotel whilst Avery, JJ, Will, and the boys got an Uber home back to your place.

The car ride back to the hotel turned into an episode of carpool karaoke with Emily blasting any and every song that came on the radio.

Once you pulled up to the hotel you helped Emily out of the car and then let Spencer take over. You were about to shut the passenger door when you noticed a phone on the seat Emily was sat in.

“You left your phone Beyonce!” You called out to Emily as she was finishing her 3rd run of single ladies from the start.

You caught up with her and placed the phone in her hand, she took one look at it and blurted out that it’s Beth’s and that she had found it by some gazebo outside.

You pressed the lock button on the side and the phone lit up revealing a picture of Hotch and Beth set as the lock screen.

“What room is she in do you know?” You asked Emily but she just shrugged her shoulders and carried on signing. Spencer and Penelope both gave you a shrug signalling that they didn’t know either.

“Right I will just leave it with reception. The three of you get some sleep ok, we have brunch tomorrow!” You shouted even though the three of them were already inside the hotel queuing up for the elevator.

You pressed the lock button once again making the phone light up just to stare at the lock screen once more. With a sigh you then began to make your way into the hotel and walked towards reception.

“Hello Miss can I help you with anything?” The lady asked.

“Uh yes actually, I’m trying to return a lost phone to a friend of mine but I don’t remember the room number. Could you please let me know? It should be a suite under the name Hotchner, they’re here for a wedding,” you smiled hoping she’d give you the information you needed.

She typed away on her keyboard for a few seconds before replying to your question.

“I have an Aaron Hotchner on the system along with a Beth Clemmons sharing suite 107?”

“Yes that’s the one! Thank you so much!” You thanked the lady and made your way to the elevator. Emily and the others were long gone, probably passed out in their beds by now you hoped.

-

You tapped softly on the door waiting for someone to open it and hoping that it wasn’t Beth. You weren’t even sure what you were doing, what you were going to say, what if Beth’s awake, what would happen then?

You had no excuse and no business to be knocking on his hotel door. Well aside from the fact that he left you on your wedding night right after you got shot, had someone serve you with divorce papers as soon as you came out of your coma and you still haven’t had an explanation even though it’s been close to 4 years.

After a few moments the door was gently pulled open and there he stood. Still in his shirt and trousers from the wedding. He looked taken back seeing you stand there in the hallway. Although you were the only one on his mind tonight, you still had caught him off guard.

“Hi…” Was all that he managed to say.

“Hi…” you breathed out. “..Beth left her phone at the wedding reception,” you said holding it up as proof.

You looked behind him and could see 3 mini whisky bottles that were now empty, lined up on the coffee table. On the left you could see two large double doors that were shut behind the sofa. You had assumed that’s where Beth was sleeping as there was no sign of her anywhere else.

“Oh… Well thank you for bringing it here, you didn’t have to go out of your way...”

“It’s okay I was dropping Emily and the others off anyway,” you replied whilst handing him the phone.

As he took the phone from you he moved slightly to the side, almost inviting you in before actually saying it.

“Would you like to come in?” he paused for a moment, “…please come in” he pleaded. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you the whole night I just didn’t want to disturb you. Beth’s asleep so you don’t have to worry about her or we could take a walk somewhere,” he went on; desperation clear in his voice.

Instead of replying you walked past him making your way into his room, a completely different side of you taking over.

You made your away towards the sofa, never sitting down just standing in front of it. You turned to face Hotch who closed the door and walked towards you, stopping just a few inches away. You could tell he had been drinking. You had obviously seen him drink at the wedding but he left several hours ago yet here he was emptying the mini fridge in his hotel suite.

You eyed the bottles on the coffee table.

“Rough night?’ You asked but it sounded more like a statement. When you looked back at him his mouth was slightly open, almost as if he was thinking of what to say but no words were coming out.

You tilted your head to the side as you took in his features. He looked different. Good but different.  After all these years had passed, you never knew when you would be able to get a good look at him again, and god how much you’d missed his handsome face. The last memory you had of it was when you collapsed in his arms after being shot during your first dance as Mr and Mrs. You don’t remember much after that, just faint shouting in the distance as your vision went blurry until you eventually passed out in his arms.

“I- um I don’t know what to say Y/N… I don’t even know where to begin,” he expressed. Concern, pain and regret all clear in his voice.

Before he could continue you lifted your hand up in an attempt to stop him from saying anything else. That’s not what you came here for.

“I am so sorry,” he breathed out but you took a step closer to him and placed one of your fingers on his lips to silence him.

“Shh,” you whispered whilst you ran your other hand slowly down his chest stopping at the belt of his trousers. You could feel his pulse quicken as he took in what you were doing.

Never breaking eye contact you began to gently move your hand lower until you reached his crotch. You then began to palm him with a bit more force, feeling him harden underneath your touch. A slight smirk played on your lips as you realised how much of an affect you still had on him, how much his body still responded to you. You believed that you were the only one that could get him this flustered, to get him to cheat on his girlfriend, to get him this hot and bothered over practically nothing.

“Take off your trousers...” you hissed.

The concern and regret was now replaced with confusion and curiosity but he did as he was told and began to undo his belt. You watched him carefully as he dropped his trousers to the floor stopping at his boxers.

“You can leave those on, this won’t take long,” you instructed coldly and pushed him onto the sofa. As he sat down he reached over to switch a small table lamp off, leaving a soft glow on your silhouette that was coming from a floor lamp on the other side of the room.

You lifted your dress and rolled it up stopping at your waist whilst you straddled Hotch. The familiar feeling of his dick beneath you was enough to send you over the edge.

You lifted yourself up slightly using your knees and grabbed him through his boxers, silently thanking him for wearing a pair with the slit. He watched your every move and took in a sharp breath when your hand made contact with him and took another when you gently lowered yourself onto his dick.

You began rocking your hips, savouring every single second. You started to pick the pace up and you felt Hotch move in to kiss you to which you gently pushed his head back with your hand, not wanting any other intimacy other than the feeling of him inside you and maybe you inside of him.

You took two of your fingers and placed them on his lips again, this time using them to part his mouth. You gently slipped them inside and he welcomed it. You decided to push them in deeper. Not deep enough to hurt him but deep enough to your liking. Your fingers felt cold against his tongue.

At that point you knew you were close and so was he, your fingers in his mouth helped him to stifle his moans, whilst you watched him intently. After a few moments you felt him twitch beneath you as he threw his head back when he came and you shortly followed.

You removed your fingers from his mouth and gently stood up lowering your dress back down giving the man you still loved one last look before turning around to leave. Just before you got the door you stopped and turned around, he was now up grabbing his trousers off the floor.

“You left me… I was in a coma Hotch and when I came out of it you weren’t there. You left me Aaron.”

Without giving him a second to respond you left and closed the door behind you.

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As you stepped into the elevator a thousand thoughts were racing in your head. You began to question yourself on why you had come here in the first place, but you knew exactly why. You wanted to see if you still had that control over him, you wanted to see if you could still have him, if he still belonged to you. And he did. You thought about how your relationship had evolved from being just co-workers to friends from friends to lovers and from lovers to strangers. That’s what it felt like being in that room with him. Just two strangers having sex. That was probably the first time the two of you had sex instead of making love. There was a difference between the two and you knew which one you preferred.

Deep down you knew why he had to leave and most importantly leave without you, but it still didn’t make it any less painful. You had thought back to what Lucas said earlier when you were outside, that Henry might’ve had something to do with it... But the truth is whether he did or didn’t it wouldn’t have changed the outcome. He needed to leave, to hide and go into witness protection. Not only for his and Jacks safety but for yours too. It all made sense. Peter Lewis couldn’t hold you over him anymore if you had no connection to him so he left. He left without you and then had you served with divorce papers.

The elevator doors opened and snapped you back to reality. You shook your head in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts. You didn’t want to go back there, you had tried your hardest to move past that part of your life and dwelling about the details and the what if’s is something you didn’t want to do anymore. You had wasted enough time doing that and you’ve moved on since then and so has Hotch. But sometimes late at night when you can’t sleep, those thoughts creep back in and they have a way of suffocating you.

“Did you manage to return your friends phone?” The lady behind the reception desk asked with a smile.

“Yes I did, thank you so much for your help again!” You replied and returned the smile.

You made your way to the parking lot and got into your car and made your way home… To your husband…. Who you had just cheated on with your ex-husband. You pulled out of the parking lot and let the memories from earlier fill your mind. You had glanced briefly at your watch and the time told you that is was quarter past three. You groaned at the thought of having to be up before 11 am later that day for a brunch that Henry and Luca had organised with a smaller amount of guests, which included the BAU team.

You had wondered if he’ll be there with Beth or if he won’t show.

To be continued....

Part 2

[la-petite-lapin]

Double the Love | Part Two

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.9k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings

They finally meet

One year later...

The message comes out of the blue. The first time I've heard from John Price in a whole month, and it's a fucking text message.

I'm watching TV, curled up in a ball on the sofa next to my best friend and flatmate Winslow "Winnie" Sloane, when my phone pings. I think about ignoring it until I catch a glimpse of his name. It's an unspoken rule between the two of us - we never knowingly ignore one another. Obviously, he can't reply to my messages when he's on ops, but that's different - that's not wilful.

I pick it up without hesitation and take a look.

JOHN PRICE: Tali, I need a favour. It's urgent.

My heart drops.

TALIA KELLER: What's happened? JOHN PRICE: Call me. I'll explain.

So, I do. I tap Winnie on the shoulder and rise up to my feet, shuffling off to my bedroom so I don't disturb her episode of Slow Horses. When I'm safely shut behind my bedroom door, I tap on the call button, dreading what's awaiting me on the other end of the line.

"John?" my voice is full of nerves as the call connects, echoing slightly around the room.

"God am I glad to hear your voice, Tali." He sounds haggard, his own voice tired and hollow. It's not hard to tell that he's fresh off an op. I can already imagine how drained he looks; can picture the dark circles shading his eyes and his scruffy too-long beard.

Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly brave, I try to talk him into leaving the service. I think about Alex and his death, and I hate that John still knowingly puts himself in harm's way day and night. He's the only serving soldier I know now - I never met any of the other members of their unit - and I desperately wish that he'll retire soon.

"How are you?" he follows up, voice puncturing through my thoughts.

"I'm okay. At home with Winnie. How's Marcella?"

A soft sigh leaves him at the mention of his long-suffering wife. I wonder if he's even had a chance to see her yet. "Last we spoke, she was perfectly fine. Misses you though. You need to come over for dinner soon."

An easy laugh leaves me. Winnie and John aren't the only ones who've been supporting me since Alex died. John's wife Marcie has been there every step of the way too, helping me through rough patches whenever John is away on deployments. And Winnie's never been anything but kind and understanding - it's not in her nature to be anything but.

"Soon," I mumble in agreement. There's a sound on the other end of the line in the background, a murmured snippet of conversation and a drawn-out groan followed by a soft shut up. "Not alone?"

"Got some company," John admits. "Speaking of... does Winslow still have that big trip coming up?"

My palms slick with sweat. Yes. Yes, she does.

Ever since her big promotion six months ago, Winnie's job now involves a lot more travelling than it used to. And - because of that - in three days' time, she'll be in France, starting a month-long assignment helping a struggling marketing firm in Paris.

And I'll be alone.

It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I've always had this thing about being alone. It's part of the reason why I live with Winnie; why I've been seeing a therapist since I was sixteen; why I struggle to have normalcy. My current therapist thinks that it's a form of abandonment issues from being orphaned at a young age, which has led to my inability to maintain stable relationships. The therapist before that thought it was something completely different; that I seek to form attachments but wilfully don't, self-sabotaging and creating my own permanent sense of loneliness. But, my point is, I don't react anywhere near as badly to it as I did when I was a kid.

I still remember when I was fifteen and Alex left for his first deployment. I was still living with our maternal grandmother at the time, and I completely shut down. I holed up in my room for almost a whole month, refusing to speak and barely eating or sleeping. I could hardly function for worrying about him...

"Tali?"

I snap out of it. "Sorry. Yes."

"Could you... could I possibly bring some of my guys to your apartment? Just while Winslow is away. Our safehouse in the area has been taken out of action and we need somewhere to lay low for a little while."

My guys. The unit.

"What about your place?" My brow furrows. Surely Marcella wouldn't mind a few guests. She's calm and motherly and takes great pride in hosting. I'm sure she'd be in the element with them.

John clears his throat awkwardly. "Not an option. They don't know."

Ah. The brave, almighty Captain John Price still hasn't told his team that he's married. Typical.

I roll my eyes. "Okay. I hope you know that we're coming back to that later." A beat of silence passes. "How many people are we talking, John? Because it's a two-bedroom flat in London. It's spacious but it's hardly the Tardis."

He snorts out a dry laugh. "Only two. One of the lads is local so he's got family around here he can stay with. And there's some stuff I've got to get done, so I'll be hopping from base to base."

"Where are they going to sleep? Are they going to mind sharing a bed? Because the sofa is comfortable, but I know how you army guys are built..."

There's an awkward silence on Price's end as I hear him shifting around. It takes me a second to realise that he's covering his mouth against his phone's microphone. "Yeah... that's, um- that won't be an issue for them."

Oh.

Oh.

"Okay. Cool. I'll take them."

I wince. Why the fuck did I say cool? Of all the ways that I could respond and I choose that. Way to go, Tali.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this, Tali?" Price asks, his voice soft and encouraging. "If you aren’t, we can find something else-"

"Price, I'll take them in. Winnie leaves on Tuesday morning, so just have them swing by around then, okay?"

Favour asked and questions answered, we say our goodbyes and hang up. It takes me a second to gather my thoughts before padding back into the living room. The moment I step through the hallway, Winslow pauses the TV, angling her head up to look at me. A cloud of black curly hair frames her beautiful face, dark eyes wide and expectant. "Is John back home?"

I wince, getting ready to launch into an explanation. "Not quite."

Tuesday morning rolls around all too soon. By 9 a.m. I'm sitting cross-legged on the foot of Winnie's bed as she packs up her stuff. I can't help but feel a pang of anxiety strike deep in my chest.

"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay?" Winnie asks, almost like she can read my mind.

I meet her dark, knowing gaze and offer her a smile. "Winnie, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. If I need anything, I can call Marcella."

She smiles, running a hand through her freshly braided hair. The pearls attached to some strands clink together softly. "Okay. Good. But you've got to call me once a week at least, okay?" Before I can reassure her that I will, she adds, "And you've got to text me every day."

"Winslow, I will. Stop stressing, please."

A moment of easy silence passes before the laughter starts. Both of us crack up, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.

Once we've both calmed down, I take a closer look at her cases. She's packing almost everything she owns. It's a sight that worries me, so I look away, deciding to look out of the window instead.

A loud, firm knock on the front door saves me just as Winnie is packing up her last suitcase. We exchange a look before I'm up on my feet, scrambling to answer it. I can't lie, I'm curious to meet John's friends. But I'm also sad. Because there's a strong possibility that they knew Alex too. That they were with him when he died.

When I open the door, there's two men standing in the hallway, just like John said there would be. The first has short brown hair styled into a mohawk, the sides cropped close to his scalp but the top and back left longer. He's broad-chested, muscular too; built like a grizzly bear. And, even though his complexion has a slightly pallid hue under the overhead lights, it's not hard to imagine that he's usually quite tan.

And then there's his friend. Standing next to the grizzly bear and at least half-a-foot taller than him, he has the expression of a man who wants to break me apart with his bare hands just to see what's inside. I fight to meet his intense gaze, taking catalogue of the features visible under the dark hood of his black sweatshirt. His eyes are hazel - I think - skin tanned from what I'd assume are long hours spent out in the sun, and I can't quite make out his hair colour. He's equally if not more muscular than his friendlier-looking counterpart. My eyes trail down to his mouth, drawn to the scar bisecting his bottom lip. It doesn't draw away from his attractiveness though; just adds to the sense of rugged charm that I'm getting from him.

Not that it should matter. It doesn't. They're here because they need help; not because they want to be ogled by a complete stranger.

"Are you John's friends?" I ask stupidly, as if they could be anyone else.

The grizzly bear nods. "Aye. And you are?"

Scottish. Nice. I've always loved the accent, but his is even better. There's a humour there; something uniquely his. It makes me want to keep him talking just so I can hear it more.

"Tali." I step back so that they can come inside. They hesitate for a second before following me into the living room, the tall, silent one closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Also John's friend."

The grizzly bear plops straight down onto the couch, stretching out with no hesitation and making himself at home. His arms drape over the backrest, a lazy grin forming on his lips as he watches me take a seat on my armchair. The tall one gives him a reprimanding look, hovering beside the window behind him. His light eyes are always alert; darting around the room like something's going to jump out at any second.

"You army?" he asks, expression wary. His voice is all gravel with a Manchester accent.

I offer him a small smile. "Nope." I don't think anyone could mistake me for a soldier. I'm small - short and slender - and skittish at the best of times. "So... what should I call you?"

Hazel eyes narrow at me. "Ghost."

The grizzly bear rolls his eyes dramatically, offering me a wide, disarming grin. It's blatantly obvious that he's overcompensating for him. "Callsign is Soap, but a pretty lass like you can call me Johnny."

My heart flutters.

It takes a second to remember what John had said on the phone. Sharing a bed won't be an issue for them. The awkward, implying tone he'd said it in. In other words, neither of them are meant for me.

Ghost eases away from the window to stand just behind the sofa, drawing closer to Johnny. Johnny, on the other hand, moves so that he's leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees as he cocks his head at me. "A friend of Captain Price, are ye?"

I nod softly. "Yes."

"Funny that," Ghost barks, tilting his head to one side. "He's never mentioned you." Thinly veiled suspicion drifts off of him in waves, and it makes me feel endlessly uncomfortable. His harsh gaze melts through my skin and bones, boring deep into my soul.

I shift in my seat. "He never mentioned either of you to me, so I don't think that counts for much."

Johnny lets out a loud laugh. "I think I'm gonna like ye, Tali. Not many people talk back to 'im."

It's in that moment - as I'm silently praying for the floor to open up and swallow me whole - that Winnie steps out of her room, suitcases in tow. She walks into the living room, depositing them by the front door before coming over to introduce herself, a sceptical look on her face.

She levels Ghost with an icy glare, not looking away from him as she asks me, "Everything all okay here, Tali?"

"Yeah, it's alright Winnie." I gesture to each of John's friends in turn. "Winnie, this is Johnny." He raises his hand and waves, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And that is Ghost." I point to looming, ominous figure behind him.

"Ghost?" she repeats slowly. I nod. "Okay, well I'm leaving now. Tali, I love you and I'll miss you. Remember to call me." She bends at the waist to hug me, wrapping me up in her warm, vanilla-scented embrace. As she straightens, she glares at each of the men in turn. "And you two - don't give her any shit. If I find out you've made her feel uncomfortable even once, not even John will be able to save you. Got it?"

Johnny stares up at my friend, mystified. His blue eyes are bright as he nods. "Don't worry. We won't be any trouble."

Winnie turns back to face me. "Right, I've got to go or I'll miss my ride to the airport. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone, okay?"

"I know," I say, my voice soft. "I love you. Be safe and text me when you land."

With a nod, Winnie presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head then gets her last few bits together. And then she leaves. Leaving me alone with two complete strangers. Yay.

"So," I grumble, struggling against the urge to shy away from their intense gazes in the safety of my room, "do you want to see where you'll be staying?"

Later that night, the three of us gather in the living room to watch TV.

The guys didn't have much to unpack. They travelled light so I'm going to have to go shopping sometime soon to buy them some essentials; more clothes and toiletries. Definitely food too. If dinner tonight was any indication, they eat a lot.

I'm curled up in my armchair again, watching something that Johnny chose on Netflix. Every once and a while, I glance across at them. Ghost is sitting upright, legs stretched out in front of him. His legs are so long that his feet are tucked under the coffee table. And then there's Johnny. He's laying on his side on the sofa, his head resting on Ghost's muscular thighs. Every now and then, Ghost's hand runs down the length of Johnny's side, stroking him in soothing, rhythmic motions.

Looking at them, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. Jealousy that they're together and obviously quite happy. That they're comfortable enough around one another for these subconscious displays of affection.

I'll never have that. It's something that I've come to accept. I'm twenty-five now and I've never had a serious relationship. I don't even think I want one. For a period of time in my late teens, I thought that I might be aro-ace, but over time I've gathered that I do feel romantic and sexual attraction. It's just different.

The sad truth is that I don't trust anyone enough to believe that they'd stay with me. Love me. Make me feel safe enough for displays of casual affection. There would always be that looming sense of dread that they'd leave me sooner or later.

In my head, I've justified it. If I don't get into relationships, no one can leave me. Alex's death all but solidified that for me.

The rom-com Johnny picked out gets to a comedic scene - a naked beach fight - and he starts to chuckle. I join him and I swear even Ghost lets out a little snort. We're all laughing until...

"Fuck. Johnny, you're bleeding."

My heart crawls up into my throat. My eyes snap across to them, blatantly looking now. The white t-shirt Johnny is wearing is plastered to his side, a red patch seeping through the fabric, spreading across his ribs.

He sits upright, holding it with one large hand. "Ah fuck. Didn't get any on the sofa, did ah'?"

"Fuck the sofa," I splutter out in a panic. "Are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I call an ambulance?"

Johnny looks back at me with a quizzical expression while Ghost just sighs, standing up. He walks towards the bedrooms at an unhurried pace, stopping along the way to press a chaste kiss to Johnny's forehead, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, darling, I'll get the bag." Hazel eyes swing towards me, where I'm still panicking in my armchair. "His dressing just needs changing, and I'll check his stitches. He's fine, love."

I ease back into my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Oh."

Ghost leaves the room, heading into my bedroom to get the aforementioned bag. I've decided to give them my room for the duration of their stay because it has an en-suite. It eliminates the risk of me accidentally stumbling in on them in the shared bathroom that doesn't have a working lock. Overall, it's safer for everyone that I'm staying in Winnie's room.

Feeling more than a little foolish for my outburst, I offer Johnny a weak smile. "I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, Johnny."

"Ye sure?" he asks, blue eyes tinted with a hint of... something. Maybe disappointment? I don't know. "The movie isn't over yet. You seemed like ye were enjoying it." His brow furrows. "We could watch something else."

"I'm sure. It's fine; I'm just tired. We can watch another movie tomorrow night if you want."

His eyes light up at that. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

I'm back in Winnie's room by the time Ghost leaves mine. I can hear his footsteps padding down the hallway. Hear their muffled conversation and muted laughter.

As I fall asleep, I can't help but feel a different kind of loneliness. And, as I drift off, my heart aches for what Ghost and Johnny have.

a/n: guess who's back! so Tali has finally met the boys :) sorry if this part is a little short, just wanted to get something out in time for christmas for you guys - merry christmas and take care of yourselves, lapetitelapin

[brewed-pangolin]

Pockets Full of Stones

A Call of Duty Roommates AU

MDNI 18+

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader x Alex Mason

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: Your best friend and longtime roommate receives an unexpected promotion and is forced to move across the country. And in this economy, it leaves you scrambling for a new abode and equally new cohabitants. Thankfully for your sake, two broke lads are in desperate need of a third to complete their townhouse trio.

slow burn, epic amounts of banter, friends to lovers, little bits of angst sprinkled throughout, smut to come, eventual throuple

Snippets (No set timeline here. Just random thoughts)

Evening Attire *

Lazy Mornings *

Cool Headed Mason *

Slow Glide ***

Height Ratio ***

Stolen Need ***

Celery Stick **

Grocery List **

Chapter One * (Coming soon)

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Here's a semi-long WIP Wednesday post since it's my first one in six months. Special thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere for tagging me!

This snippet is from an untitled AU that is very loosely inspired by the book/movie One Day, so this is your angst warning.

Henry smiles drunkenly, loose-mouthed and honest. “You're going to be a wonderful father, Alex.”

Alex’s heart is rattled by a seismic boom, mighty enough to destroy whole countries and devastate every ocean. Henry nods confidently with his eyes closed, his nearly naked body twisted up in Bea’s throw blanket.

 “Thanks,” Alex whispers, his lips barely parting.

“You've truly been a -” Henry breaks off and flops onto his side, pressing his face into the couch “- an excellent friend to me. You always h-help me when I'm lonely, you always c-come right over. Being there f-for me even when I was with Nathan and simply listening. Always…always listening.”

Alex screws his eyes shut. “Henry,” he starts before he’s quickly cut off.

“Always, Alex, even when I was awful to you. Even when I blamed you for anything and everything. I’ve been so spiteful. Yet you're still here.'

Something that feels too similar to guilt causes Alex’s back to tense. “Don’t, Henry. Please don’t ever say this is your fault.”

“I'm so lonely,” Henry mutters softly as if he didn’t hear Alex speak. 'I'm so lonely without you.'

It makes Alex feel like the smallest man in the world. Henry had everything he’d ever wanted just months ago. Now he's drunk and morose and living on his sister's couch, grasping the cushions like they’ll discard him if he dares to let go. 

Alex kneels next to the couch and gently skates his thumb over Henry’s cheekbone, letting himself feel this for a moment - feel the scars he's left behind, the marks he's etched him with, the sting he'll never be able to heal. The unfairness of it all makes Alex want to rip the world in two with his bare hands. He'd do it if Henry asked. He'd do it without a spare though.

“I'm right here,” Alex says quietly. 'I'm right here with you.”

Henry swallows audibly and hums as he burrows further into the cushions. Alex nearly feels as wasted as Henry is when he sees his plush lips shining with spit, his tousled hair falling and grazing his somber blue eyes. He looks so breakable, but not even God himself could make Alex break him again. Nothing will ever be as evil and terrible as breaking Henry. 

“Stay with me. Always stay with me,” Henry replies. 'If you leave me I may just die.”

“I'll stay until you’re asleep,” Alex promises. His thumb rubs against Henry’s cheek again, and he prays it feels the least bit soothing.

And so he stays, kneeling by Henry until his thigh muscles ache, until he's forgotten what it feels like to breathe air without Henry’s warm breath joining his own. It wraps Alex up in a world that belongs to the two of them alone.

I'm only tagging a small handful of mutuals/writers since it's been forever since I've been active.

@anincompletelist @wordsofhoneydew @getmehighonmagic @blueeyedgrlwrites @thesleepyskipper

@kiwiana-writes @bitbybitwrites @meraki-yao @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead

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Hey, it's me again! Cause I'm mass suckered for angst, would you like to expand on the accident snippet? You don't have to :)

I also, really enjoyed all of them aswell!!

Awww! Thank you so much!!!

I had a lot of fun writing them so I'm glad you enjoyed reading them.

Instead of just expanding on the snippet, I wrote a whole fic for it!❤️

I hope you enjoy it!

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George could see it out of his mirrors and felt the agony sink into his bones as the blue Williams went straight into the barriers.

Alex!

George wanted to yell, scream, cry. He was in a multitude of emotions as “Red Flag! Red Flag!” blared in his ears. He hoped Logan didn’t see that. Hopefully, his child was still asleep, just as he was before George had left him to return to Mercedes

“How’s Alex? Is he okay?” Please be okay. You have to be okay. Logan will be very upset when he wakes up and doesn’t see you there.

“ He is conscious. Will let you know more when we have info.” Marcus answered.

James Vowles

Wanted to make sure you were aware,

Alex had to be flown to the hospital.

He needed emergency surgery.

They say it’s internal bleeding.

There it was again. That bone-breaking agony. The feeling of his world, his peace, shattering like glass against hardwood. Alex was supposed to be okay. He’s always okay.

Logan.

His son, his baby, was there alone in Williams without his parents. He must have woken up from his nap right now. He should be hungry and asking to be held right now. If you ask George, he doesn’t remember what happened besides sprinting to the Williams garage at breakneck speed.

Logan didn't like the atmosphere in the garage today. He had fallen asleep when the race started and woke up two hours later to find everyone rushing around. He could see his dad's car was back in the garage but Alex wasn't anywhere to be seen. His dad always comes and picks him up the moment he comes back. Even if Logan was asleep, he would bring Logan to the debrief or to the driver's room.

"It's okay. I know you're scared. Let's go wait in my office." James gave a thin smile, carrying the baby carrier into his office. Setting it on a chair, James readjusted the blanket that was slipping off. "It's a bit cold here."

"UH! UH!" Logan was starting to get fussy. He wanted his dad. He wanted to go back to the hotel and play.

"I know. Your dad is just a bit delayed." James smiled before returning back to his phone, hastily shooting off texts.

Logan wanted to cry and wail. It had been so long since he saw his dad. Did his dad forget him here?

The door swung open revealing a frantic Mercedes driver with a bag slung over his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. I came here as fast as I could."

"It's okay, I didn't expect Alex to have to be flown to the hospital."

George breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Logan. "Hey, Logie. How are you doing?"

"Uhhhh!" Logan kicked his feet and held out his arms, tired of being in the carrier.

George quickly undid the buckle and picked Logan up, hugging him tightly. "We'll go visit Dad right now, okay? He'll be so happy to see you."

"George, it'll be okay. Alex is strong, you know that."

"I know." Logan didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. Even though his dad hugged him tighter, it didn’t feel nice.

Logan was very displeased to have been taken out of his carrier only to be brought to the worst place in the world, the hospital. Logan hated it here. It was bright and loud, and people poked him with needles. He wanted to go home and eat and play with both of his dads. Don’t they understand that?

“Uhhhh!” He fussed in his dad’s arms.

George laid a hand on Logan’s head and gave soft scratches, similar to how he’d seen Alex do.

“Babies are just like little kittens.” Alex had said the first time George asked about it.

The gentle scratching seemed to tickle him and made him squirm and laugh. “Just a little bit more okay? Dad will be so happy to see you when he’s out.” Logan’s found his dad’s voice soothing but his voice sounded the same when Logan got really sick and wouldn’t stop crying.

George busied himself with Logan, tickling him, playing with him. Distracting Logan and by extension himself, from what was happening. Logan clung to his shirt and tried to pull at his hair.

“Ow, ow, ow.” George hissed. “That hurts. Don’t do that.”

“Ba! Ba!” Logan laughed and clapped his hands.

Before George could respond, the doctor walked into the waiting room. “Mr. Russell?”

George felt his heart drop and his throat close up. Holding Logan tightly to his chest, he stood up. “How is he?”

“Mr. Albon is stable. We managed to stop the bleeding and there should be no permanent damage to the hand and wrist. There was some bruising to the chest and lungs but it should heal in a week. He should wake up in an hour, however, given Mr. Albon’s complications with anesthesia in the past we will be keeping him under close supervision.”

Stable. Complications with anesthesia.

George’s mind rushed. How could he forget Alex’s complications during his appendectomy? George almost didn’t drive, wanting to be by Alex’s bedside in case something happened.

“Can we see him?” George needed to see him. He needed to see Alex whole and healthy.

“Yes, of course.”

George never saw what Alex looked like in the ICU but he imagined it looked like the scene in front of him, attached to different machines with a million tubes and wires. It burned to see his husband like this like someone had struck him with a knife.

“AH! AH!” Logan reached out, struggling to wiggle from George’s hold despite the fact that he can’t walk on his own. His other dad was here. He wanted to see his dad.

Logan patted Alex’s arm and pulled at the blanket but nothing. Gone were the laughter and coos and all the noise and happiness associated with Alex. Logan started to whine and fuss, no doubt upset his father who wouldn’t wake up to hug him like he promised.

“Uhhhhhh!” Logan started to fuss, clinging onto Alex’s suit as he tried to place Logan back in his carrier. Logan wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck, refusing to let go.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Alex rubbed circles on Logan’s back and kissed him on the head. “When I come back, I’ll give you all the hugs you want. Okay?”

Logan’s eyes squeezed together and fat tears started to roll down. “WAH! WAH! WAH!”

“Logie! Shhhh! It’s okay. I know you’re upset but Daddy will wake up soon. Shhhh.” George started to rock him but Logan refused to have any part of it.

He was tired and fussy and he wanted to go home. He didn’t like the loud beeping and the weird machines and he really didn’t like his dad not waking up to play with him.

“WAH! WAH! WAH!”

“Please, Logie.” George pleaded as Logan buried his face into George’s shoulder. “Please stop crying. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Logan, however, was inconsolable. His poor little face was scrunched up and he wailed until he started to choke and cough and was unable to cry loudly anymore. So he stuffed his face into George’s shoulder and cried silently instead. George felt the puddle of tears forming on his shoulder and the fragile yet violent way Logan’s body shook with anger and exhaustion.

He tried to walk around the room and rub small circles on Logan’s back the way Alex always did but Alex was always better at it. He had a sort of charm George just didn’t have with Logan. Logan could cry for what seemed like hours and all Alex would have to do was pick him up and coddle him and Logan would be laughing as if nothing happened. Their house was always filled with laughter when Alex was at home.

“Please Logie,” George begged, his throat heavy and his eyes burning. “I know I’m not like Daddy, but please stop crying. You’ll make yourself sick if you keep crying this hard.”

He wasn’t Alex. He couldn’t replace Alex for Logan. He couldn’t comfort their son or make him laugh the way his beloved always did from the moment they brought Logan home.

“Please…Logie. I know. Dad’s here, okay? I’m right here.”

He didn’t know how long he cried but he knew he stopped after their son had fallen asleep. Still clinging to George, Logan was knocked out with the puddle of drool replacing the puddle of tears made earlier. With one hand supporting Logan, George reached out to take Alex’s hand.

“Look, Alex. I did it,” George let out a wet, pitiful laugh. The only sounds accompanying him were the beeping of the machines and Alex’s and Logan’s breathing.

“You need to hurry and wake up Alex. Please wake up. I can’t do it without you.”

***

Alex felt like someone had run him over with his own car. His throat felt like sandpaper and every joint from his knees to his knuckles ached fiercely. He knew the blinding fluorescent lights and the wires well from his time in the ICU and one time George rushed him to the ER over a broken collarbone. He tried to move his hand to shield his eyes from the lights but found it being held down.

Alex turned his head to the side with great effort and saw the most beautiful scene he could wake up in the hospital to. George was sleeping in a chair next to him and in his arms was their son, curled up against his dad’s chest and sleeping soundly without a care in the world. It warmed his heart to know the two people he loved most in the world were okay.

He stared at the tight hold George had on Logan and the grip he had on Alex’s hands and felt so grateful to have a husband who loved him and their child so much. Knowing Logan, he would have given George a hard time at night so Alex didn’t feel compelled to wake him. Logan, however, was starting to show signs of fussiness and waking up.

If Alex had the strength, he would’ve sat up and taken Logan out of George’s arm to lull him back to sleep but instead, he watched as Logan slowly opened his bright blue eyes and locked onto Alex. Alex gave a smile back hoping to lull his son back to sleep but it only received a wide, gummy smile in return.

As Logan started to move towards Alex, George's arm instinctively tightened around him. This did not dissuade the baby, instead, it only caused Logan to wrestle with George even more as he tried to pull himself over to Alex.

“Logie,” George muttered. “You’re going to fall.” His grip getting tighter which only earned him protests.

“Ba! Babababa!” Logan hit his tiny fists against George’s chest.

“Mhm, go back to sleep, Logie.”

“Bababababa! Babababa!” Logan was getting more agitated at his dad getting in the way of his goal. Doesn’t he realize that Logan wants to hug his other dad? His face was getting red and scrunched him as he kept protesting.

“Georgie.” Alex rubbed his thumb against George’s hand.

“Hm?”

“Do you want me to take him?” God that sounded awful coming from his throat.

“Huh?” George’s eyes slowly blinked out. Now that he had a closer look, Alex could tell with certainty Logan had given his poor husband a hard time.

George stared off into the distance for was seemed like minutes before whipping his head around to see Alex lying in bed. His eyes, which were filled with exhaustion just moments ago, turned glassy and wet and his grip on Alex’s hands tightened. “Oh my god, you’re okay. Oh, thank god.”

Alex laughed. “Aww, did you have a rough night?”

“I was so worried Alex. Me, Logan, we were both so worried about you.” George picked up Alex’s hand and held it to his cheek. “I was so worried I was going to lose you and have to raise Logan all alone. I-I can’t do it without you.” His voice cracking up as a tear fell from his eyes.

“Awww, Georgie. I would never leave you. Especially with Logan around, you can’t stop him from crying without you also crying.” Alex joked, hoping to cheer his husband up. Once their home, they can talk about it more seriously, but now, he just needs to see George smile.

George gave a feeble laugh before wincing in pain as Logan yanked roughly on his hair.

“Owowowow! Logan, no!”

Alex gave a deep laugh. “Aww, here let me take him.”

Navigating around the wires, George placed Logan in Alex’s arms. “I missed you so much, Logie. Did you miss me? Did you have fun with Dad?” Alex asked as Logan curled up against Alex’s chest and wrapped his tiny arms around him.

“Aww, baby.” Alex cooed, kissing him on the top of his head. “I missed you too. I didn’t hug you huh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break my promise to you.” Alex hugged Logan tightly to his chest as an apology as his son babbled happily and poked at the little dots on the hospital gown.

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WIP Weds - the last Foxden edition

Sooo in preparation for posting the last two chapters of Foxden Park tomorrow (here's the link, go catch up if you haven't yet!), here's a snippet from when Alex finally manages to track Henry down.

Alex strides straight up to Henry, stops a foot away, and waits until he looks up. “Alex,” Henry startles. He looks around stealthily, checking the room. “Uh. I mean, Mr. Claremont-Diaz. What a pleasure to see you again.” There’s no one anywhere near them, but still Henry feels he has to put on an act. Alex can’t fight the impulse to roll his eyes. “Your lordship,” he dips his head. “That’s not—” Henry attempts. Alex cuts him off. “I fucking know, alright,” he hisses. “I don’t care.” Henry straightens his back, and Alex sees the fight rising up in him. “I see. Did you come here today to make a scene? To humiliate me, is that it?” His voice is very quiet, almost menacing. All the anger flies out of Alex. The way Henry steels himself, sets his jaw, brave even when faced with possible ruin, almost as if it was inevitable. It splits Alex’s heart right down the centre. “No. Of course not. Can we… is there somewhere we can talk?”

I promised minimal angst in the tags, but I know some of you still suffered with last week's sort of cliffhanger. I swear we'll be ok.

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[whatwouldsylwrite]

Sine waves

Summary: Abby meets you at the party and guess what? She wants you. You seem to want her too, but unfortunately, the key word here is seem.

Tags: player!abby x trust issues!reader. Drinking (concerning amount), swearing. Abby's pov only. One shot, no smut, angst with happy ending. Abby is kinda pathetic and sad, reader smokes and has issues. It's messy and basically is meant to be like little notes/snippets.

I wanted to do another band notes for Abby with Arctic Monkeys but this what actually happened, because Alex Turner's lyrics just hit me differently. I even made a collage thingy for it! There's ton of references to AM album outside used lyrics, if you find them tell me <3

In case you haven't heard Arctic Monkeys before I recommend listening to AM album before reading this.

-/-/-/-

Abby gulps her whiskey and looks across the room. She's had her eyes on you for a while now: something about you made her want you, but not in a way she usually wants her girls. Is that your eyes are just a little colder, a little more serious, a little more piercing than it is comfortable? 

Abby's girls are sweet and gentle and smell of flowers, and she likes them this way. 

You look like you smell of wet smoke, and Abby can't help herself when she sees you going to the balcony on the fire exit. 

She follows you, holding a brand new glass of whiskey in her hand, curious to death and with an ache in her lower stomach. 

You are leaning on the wall as you take a deep breath, and Abby comes closer, making you look at her. 

"Nice night, right?" Abby asks as she leans on the railing, standing opposite of you. 

You chuckle and Abby recognises that chuckle: it's a chuckle girls have when they know who she is. 

"Yeah. I'm (y/n)." You smile and reach out for a handshake.

"Abby." Abby shakes your hand gently, making her touch linger. Your hand is a little cold.

"I've heard about you." You chuckle again, and Abby feels her stomach getting hot. You look so fucking good with this little smirk that she wants to press you into the wall right this second.

"Good things, I hope?" Abby smirks back and steps closer, reading your reaction, but you are relaxed and enjoying her attention, not trying to move away from her.

"I just wish people would be more grateful." You murmur and look her in the eyes with that piercing stare that makes her feel undressed. 

That makes Abby blink. 

"What?" 

"You make them cum pro bono and they brag about it like if it was your duty to make them feel good. Not cool." You take out a pack of cigarettes and light one up, exhaling to the side. 

Abby stares at you, trying to decipher your words. Was it an insult or a compliment? 

"That was too deep." Abby laughs quietly. 

"I know." You shrug. "At least there are still people who sing songs about your skills."

"Yeah?" Abby smirks again and now her hand is on the wall, right next to your hip. "Wanna check if they're right?"

You laugh at this, but it's not mean or an attempt to play hard to get, no. You laugh like Abby said something cute. 

"I believe them." Your free hand is on her shoulder.

Abby smirks and takes away your cigarette before leaning down to kiss you.

You taste awful after smoking but she doesn't mind the bitterness, she doesn't care she'll taste like cigarettes after, because you kiss back like you're dangerous, and Abby gets thrills. 

Your hands are moving down to her waist and you knead her sides to get her closer like you are in charge here. Abby likes it. 

She likes the way you take what you want from her, the way you pull her hips and move her jaw. 

Even more, she likes when you turn you both around and press her into the wall, slotting your knee between her thighs. Abby pulls you closer by your hair, biting down on your bottom lip as you sink your nails into her sides. Oh, it feels good. 

She can't wait to take you apart. 

"Wanna get out of here?" Abby asks as she moves her lips along your neck, biting gently. You're breathing heavily and she basks in it.

"No, sweets." You say and Abby stops to look at you, surprised by your answer and your pet name. "I'm not going further than making out."

"Why?" The question is dumb, Abby knows it. People have different reasons and she is not an asshole to try and talk someone into it after hearing no, but she is surprised. 

"I don't do one night stands." You move away a little. "This is as far as you can get."

"Then I want it all." Abby sighs and kisses you again, not caring she'll spend her night just like this. 

Abby doesn't understand how fucked she is until much later. Not after three other parties that she spends making out with you and keeping her hands on your waist. She doesn't care you're not fucking, you're so addictive one touch feels better than orgasm. 

She still has a lot of girls looking at her, wanting her, but she only sees you.

"Wanna go on a date with me?" Abby asks as you try to even out your breath, your lips red and swollen. 

You tense in her arms.

"No." That hurts. 

"Why?"

"You do understand you're asking this because you want to have sex with me?" 

"How do you know that?" Abby is irritated. You don't get to tell her how she feels. You don’t get to put your insecurities back on her. 

"We're not doing this." You cut her with a cold glance and she knows this is the end. 

You stop coming to the parties if Abby is there. 

Abby gets drunk. She is at home and hasn't eaten today and the whiskey hits her way too fast. She opens her Instagram and finds your account. 

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

She is left on read. 

She calls you and you don't pick up. 

It's three am and Abby hops from the bar to the bar with her friends, and she is having fun. She sees you in the crowd, she blinks, and it isn't you. 

thought I saw you just now

are you out ?

I want to see you

Are you drunk?

Does it matter

She is left on read again. She finds a pretty girl who doesn't smell of cigarettes and fucks the living lights out of her that night.

Come tomorrow

I'm not going to ask you out again 

 I promise

"Fuck." Abby sighs as she presses you against her with such force she is probably hurting you. She missed you. She missed you too much. 

"You really need to get fucked, sweets." You chuckle and kiss her neck. 

I'm too busy being yours, she thinks, but doesn't say shit to you: she knows you won’t believe her. 

"I do, don't I?" Abby smirks and she pushes her hands under your shirt just to taste the waters. 

"No." Your stare is cold and piercing and Abby puts her hands away.

"Are you going to ever tell me the fuck is up with you?"

"What, you haven't figured it out yet?" Your smirk doesn't reach your cold eyes and Abby stops for a second to really look at you.

"Was I supposed to?" She knows. She knows what is up with you. She figured it out the first time you said no, but she wants to see if you're brave enough to say it. 

"Trust issues." You say it with such ease as if it isn’t a big fucking problem. 

The push and pull is annoying. Having her hands and lips on you just to be put in her place is annoying. Everything is annoying. The girl under her smells like Gucci and she hates it. 

I can handle it

Why do you only text me when you're drunk?

Is Abby drunk again? Yes. Are you avoiding her again? Yes. Did she try to ask you out again? Yes. Is she crying? Big fucking yes.

"Abby, what the fuck? Do you think you might have a problem with alcohol?" You sound sleepy and Abby smiles anyway, just happy to hear your voice. 

"Maybe I do." She says quietly and you're silent for a second.

"Where are you?"

It catches Abby off guard. 

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're drunk and you're crying. Where are you?"

Abby sits in your car and you're smoking, your window is rolled down as you shake off the ash. It smells disgusting but Abby loves it because it's you. 

"What happened?" You ask as you turn the steering wheel and it's so sexy Abby just stares. She is a fucking mess isn't she?

"You happened." She says, hurt. 

"You were crying because of me?" You ask as if it's a surprise. 

"No, because my favourite basketball team lost, of course because of you." Abby spits, angry. "I'm so sick of it, (y/n)."

"Of what exactly?" You ask as if Abby is an unreasonable child and you're tired of it.

"Stop it, you're not stupid. I'm in fucking love with you. I wanna be your fucking hair brush if it means I'll be yours, you understand?" Abby doesn’t wait for your answer. “But you think you know better, and you fucking don’t. Your fucking problems are your problems, don’t fucking project them onto me, you hear me?”

You don’t say anything in return and Abby continues.

“Just fucking.. Snap out of it.” Abby huffs. 

“How many girls have you slept with since we’ve met, Abby?” Your voice is tight and your question just makes Abby more angry.

“Two. Two. And I fucking hated it. How many people have you made out with since we’ve met?” And Abby knows the number is not zero, because she saw. “I don’t ask you to trust me, I’m just asking for a chance.” The tears are sliding down Abby’s cheeks and you pull over. 

“Can we talk about it in the morning?” Your voice is uncharacteristically gentle and Abby can’t say a word as you wipe her tears. She gives up and nods, knowing it won’t go anywhere anyway. 

It’s not exactly morning when Abby wakes up, it’s way past afternoon and she is not at her home. She is somewhere else and memories are not coming back anytime soon, but she doesn't need her memories, because she can smell you. It's faint, but it's there: cigarettes and mint. And the shirt you usually wear to parties, and pictures she's never seen are on the walls. It makes her sick.

You're cooking in the kitchen and Abby doesn't know what to do or what to say. Why did you even bring her here?

"Are you okay?" You ask in your stupid cold impersonal manner and Abby frowns.

"Yeah. Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?"

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't want me anywhere near you, (y/n)."

"You wanna do this now or after you have breakfast?"

Abby sighs and goes to wash her face in your bathroom.

"I'm sorry." You say and your eyes are not cold for once.

Abby feels like she is hit by a fucking train.

"Listen. I know you have issues, okay?" Abby sighs. She doesn't need you apologies because there is nothing to forgive.

"I didn't want to hurt you." You look to the side and Abby knows you're upset. She knows you didn't believe her before and she knows you weren't being an asshole on purpose.

"You didn't." Abby takes your hand in hers and she knows it's pathetic that she is crawling back to you every fucking time, but she won't stop herself. "One chance is all I want. You call the shots."

Abby sees it. She sees how your cold eyes melt and water, and you blink to hide it, but she catches it with her thumbs by the corners of your eyes.

"I just wanna be yours." You whisper and Abby stops breathing for a second before her hand guides you into a kiss.

The kiss leaves Abby breathless, like if she is suffocating in space, but she loves it as long she hears you saying are you mine to answer with baby, I'm yours until the end of time.

[sparklepocalypse]

Happy Wednesday! Should I be writing my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic? Yes. Have I been this past week? Nope. Thanks for tagging me though, @alasse9, @magicandarchery, @heysweetheart-writes, @thesleepyskipper,

@duchessdepolignaca03, @orchidscript, @firenati0n, @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes,

and @faketrex!

I'm tagging @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @thinkof-england, @priincebutt, and @zwiazdziarka today, but of course my tag is open to any and all!

So since I haven't been writing my Big Bang, you may be wondering what I've been up to. It's not the Big Giant AU, either -- nope, it's a brand new AU that I don't want to share too many plot details about, but suffice it to say it'll be full of all my old standards: angst, smut, schmoop, etc. Today, I bring you a snippet of a little conversation that Alex and Henry are having on what may or may not be a date, depending on whose perspective you're considering.

“You’re a duke?” Alex asks. “I honestly had no idea.” Frankly, Henry would’ve preferred to keep it that way. “You mean you don’t stalk my Wikipedia entry regularly?” Henry jokes. “Probably for the best. You only get the official facts there and none of the interesting ones. This is an official fact, though; Grandpa bestowed the title unto me when I turned twenty-five in March.” “Now I want an interesting fact,” Alex declares.  “I fenced competitively until I was nineteen,” Henry replies instantly. “I was bloody good at it, too. Probably would’ve had an Olympic run like my cousin Anne had with her equestrian competitions. But then there was a minor incident where a foil tip was improperly attached, and I wound up very slightly stabbed—” Flatly, Alex interjects, “You what.” “Very slightly,” Henry emphasizes. “Didn’t even leave a scar, but my dad nearly had a heart attack when he found out, and that was the end of my fencing career.”

[eggyolkguzzler]

So many people know you as, ‘meathead’ or ‘himbo’.. It must be sickening to know people only see you as the dumb guy with the muscles.

I know I’m only joking when I say it, but.. Is there something you wish you were actually known for instead?

— @sebastians-asks

...

It's... Not all that bad. I think part of me has just accepted it. There's nothing I can really do about it, so why argue with people over it? Why even defend myself?

*Huff.*

But... If I wanted to be known for something...

I think I want to be known for being a good person.

Maybe then, more people would like me.

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Come Back to Me

For those of you who have been following along at home with all of the many snippets of the post lake house angst fic I've been teasing for the last 4 months, she's finally here! Complete with a happy ending, if you somehow make it to chapter two (bless you and thank you), you'll find Mr. Alex Claremont-Diaz himself on the cover of Vogue Magazine as well as the accompanying article to go along with the feature.

As always, thank you in advance for reading, if you do, and thank you for allowing me to share the musings of my chaotic mind when it comes to these two characters and the love they've found together here on this platform.

[bellatriestowritesometimes]

Know Me Better

Aaron Hotchner x OC - sneak peek

(can be read as x reader I suppose?¿)

Here’s a peek at my Aaron Hotchner x OC fic that I’m working on currently. It is a chapter well into the story but I wanted to share a snippet because I’m excited to get it finished and posted! It will pick up from an established relationship between Hotch (& everyone else in the bau) and my OC - Alexandra Everly. It will be a slow burn, with plenty of angst & comfort. I am still working on it but once it’s done it’ll be uploaded onto Wattpad &/or AO3, but I’m happy to post previews as I go on here! (divider cred. cafekitsune)

Hope you enjoy xx 

Hotch didn’t say anything back. He just stood there, staring at Alex with such intensity that she almost saw the emotions shift in his eyes - anger, disappointment and disgust. Alex was sure in that moment Hotch had realised exactly who he had fallen in love with. She wasn’t some damsel in distress that he could save, she was a selfish, power-hungry mess who had jeopardised everything.

The weight of her actions crushed her, each second of silence amplifying her guilt. She felt exposed, as if he could see straight through to the core of her being, and what he saw repulsed him. How could he love her after this? How could anyone?

Hotch’s eyes, usually filled with understanding and warmth, now seemed cold and distant. She could almost hear the thoughts running through his mind, condemning her for her reckless behaviour, for putting her career and ego above everything else, including their relationship.

She wanted to scream, to cry out and beg for his forgiveness, but she felt paralysed by the fear that his love for her had vanished. The realisation that she had pushed him away with her actions, that she had let her insecurities and ambitions drive a wedge between them was too much to bear.

Alex felt her throat tighten, her chest aching with the effort to hold back tears. She was desperate for him to say something, anything, that would prove her wrong, that would show her he still cared. But as the silence stretched on, her hope dwindled, replaced by a suffocating sense of despair.

After what felt like eternity Hotch opened his mouth. His voice was calm, but the words were like a dagger to her heart.

“You’re off the case,” he replied simply, his tone void of the warmth she so desperately needed to hear, even if she didn’t deserve it.

Alex nodded her head, a bitter smile covering her face. She turned to grab her things, her movements numb and mechanical. Each step felt heavy, as if she were wading through thick mud. The room seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing down with the weight of her failure.

When she finally looked up, Hotch was gone. The sight of the empty doorway hit her like a punch in the gut, and she felt the last remnants of her composure crumble. The tears she had fought so hard to contain finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks.

She heard the shuffling of footsteps approaching and quickly brushed her tears away, turning around to get herself together. Part of her hoped it was Aaron, that he had come back to talk or even yell at her again. But that hope was dashed when she heard the distinctive click of heels against the floor.

“That sounded rough,” Roxy observed, her tone gentle and sympathetic.

Alex tuned to face her, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah, well, I put it all on myself.”

“You two together?” she asked, taking a seat as she undid her shoes.

“I don’t know anymore,” Alex shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Well, I’m sure the two of you will figure it out. You both seem sensible enough,” she said, trying to reassure Alex as she changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable and less revealing.

“Since you’re not technically on the clock anymore and neither am I, how about I buy you a drink to cheer you up?” Roxy offered, with a kind smile. “They’re closing up now, so no more creeps.”

Alex let out a small laugh, wiping away the rest of her tears. “As tempting as that sounds right now, I think I’m okay.”

“Alright, well how about a cigarette? I see you’ve already made a start on my pack.” She pulled the packet out of her coat with a grin.

“Sorry about that,” Alex chuckled, taking one. “Lance was a smoker, and I was hoping he’d either ask for one or ask to use your lighter.”

“It’s alright, come on let’s get some fresh air. It’s too stuffy in here.” Roxy grabbed Alex by the hand and gently pulled her towards the door leading back to the club.

She didn’t fight Roxy and the two of them made their way outside. It was noticeably less busy than earlier. Her eyes scanned the room for any signs of Hotch but he must’ve headed back to the precinct with Emily and Morgan to meet the others and interrogate Lance.

The two of them sat down on the curb, watching the remaining people leave. Roxy lit her cigarette and then passed the lighter to Alex.

“Tough job,” Roxy hummed, taking a drag of her cigarette.

“Yours or mine?”

“Both,” Roxy replied with a wry smile.

Alex nodded her head, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I will not argue with you there. How long have you been doing this?”

“Three years now,” Roxy revealed with a shrug. “I kept telling myself that it was only temporary, that once I made enough money, I’d quit. But here I still am.”

Alex glanced at her, sensing the mix of resignation and acceptance in her voice. “It’s hard to leave, isn’t it? Once you get caught up in it all.”

“Yeah, it is. But we all do what we have to do to get by. How about you? How long have you been with the BAU?”

Alex took another drag from her cigarette, her mind briefly wandering to the events of the night. “Feels like forever sometimes. But I think it’s coming up to eight years’ now.”

“And you’ve been with suit man for that long?”

Alex laughed, shaking her head. “God no, he was married when I joined, and I was in love with my best friend. Or at least I thought I was. Who knows anymore?”

Normally, Alex kept her personal life tightly guarded, but something about Roxy’s openness made her feel unusually comfortable.

Roxy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Sounds complicated.”

“Yeah, well, I think I’ve just managed to complicate it even more by screwing everything up altogether,” Alex said, flicking her cigarette away and watching the ember spark briefly before dying out.

“Sometimes it feels like life’s just one big mess, doesn’t it? But you’re tougher than you think. You’ll figure it out.”

“I hope so.” Alex gave Roxy a small, appreciative smile. As they sat in silence, the weight of the evening pressed heavily on her.

Alex’s mind raced, trying to figure out what to do next. Hotch had taken her off the case, and she knew there was no point in trying to force herself back on it – she had already caused enough damage. Her thoughts drifted to the moment he found out about her meeting with Strauss, the look of disappointment in his eyes. She was indeed her father’s daughter because all she could think about was a glass of wine to accompany her sorrows.

She felt a pang of regret, realising how much she had let her emotions cloud her judgement. Normally so composed and in control, Alex was unaccustomed to feeling this vulnerable, this lost, but that seemed to be her life at the moment.

Away in her thoughts, Alex didn’t realise there was a figure approaching her and Roxy until he spoke.

“You’re with the FBI right?” Jackson, the bartender from the club, asked.

“I am,” Alex nodded, pushing herself up and standing.

“We were doing our normal sweep clean and we found this,” he explained, holding up a little black book. “I think you need to see what’s inside.”

Alex took the book from him and flipped it open. Inside were various pictures of girls, some she recognised immediately as Lance’s victims. As she continued going through the pages, she saw images of girls she didn’t know, which she quickly gathered were his next potential targets.

Roxy leaned over to get a better look. “Oh my God,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I know some of these girls. They work here.”

“This is… wow,” Alex mumbled as she made her way through the rest of the notebook. She landed on one photo near the back. It didn’t fit in with the rest, in fact it looked like it was ripped from a family photo. It was of a young boy with an older woman. Lance and his mother, if Alex had to guess. “Thank you for bringing this to me,” she said, glancing up at Jackson.

hehe that's all for now! i'll be happy to post snippets as i go if anyone is interested :P

[jittyjames]

full whumptober masterlist is finished! ehehe it's so great i actually have time to work on these this year! anyway, if anyone wants to know more about any of the specific fics or maybe even a snippet, feel free to drop an ask!

Day 1: Search Party + Panic Attack — Jesus Christ Superstar — When Jesus disappears without a word to the disciples, Judas and Mary take it upon themselves to go looking for him as days turn to weeks. 

Day 2: Role Reversal + Used As Bait (Alt. Prompt)— Twenty One Pilots · Trenchler — The Torchbearer is taken by DEMA as a way to lure Clancy back to them.

Day 3: Wrongfully Arrested — Jesus Christ Superstar · Jesus/Mary/Judas — Jesus rushes to save Judas from being punished in a way he doesn't deserve.

Day 4: Hallucinations + Motion Sickness (Alt. Prompt) — Hamilton — Alexander and Washington find themselves in the clutches of a cruel soldier. His experiments leave the two in quite a predicament.

Day 5: Heatstroke — Hamilton — The heat of battle is only made worse by the oppressive summer sun. Aaron Burr finds himself faltering. 

Day 6: Not Realizing They're Injured — Jesus Christ Superstar— After a violent riot breaks out, not everyone is as unscathed as it seems.

Day 7: "It's Us Or Them." — 9-1-1 — Buck ends up in the hospital after making a choice.

Day 8: Sleep Deprivation — Hamilton · Hamburr — As Alexander and Aaron push through a high-stakes murder case that bring up bad memories for the both of them, the lack of sleep causes something else to brew between them.

Day 9: Obsession — Hamilton · Hamburr · Modern — Aaron runs into trouble when a mysterious man takes an interest in him. 

Day 10: Blow To The Head + Slurred Words + “I Can’t Think Straight.” — Mindhunter — In a questioning gone wrong, Holden is left reeling. Quite literally.

Day 11: Seeing Double + Loneliness — Hamilton — For just a moment, Alexander thinks he's looking at someone who can't possibly be there.

Day 12: Starvation + “Just A Little More.” — Jesus Christ Superstar · Jesus/Judas — Judas takes issue with having when others have not.

Day 13: Team As family + Multiple Whumpees + Vermin (Alt. Prompt) — Hamilton — The British didn't see them as people anymore. They saw them as something far different.

Day 14: Blackmail— Hamilton — When Alexander's secrets are being held by his political enemies, he will do everything he can to ensure they never get out. [Continuation of Keep Me (And My Secrets)]

Day 15: Childhood Trauma — Jesus Christ Superstar (Arena) · Jesus/Judas — Mary reflects on her life as she watches Judas’ fall apart. 

Day 16: "No, I Can't Feel Anything." — Twenty One Pilots · Trenchler — After the final battle, Clancy stumbles.

Day 17: Nowhere Else To Go + Beatdown (Alt. Prompt) — Hamilton — Thomas Jefferson finds a bleeding Hamilton on his doorstep.

Day 18: Revenge + Loss Of Identity + Unreliable Narrator — Jesus Christ Superstar · Jesus/Judas — Judas finds Jesus with blood on his hands.

Day 19: Abandoned Cabin + Blood Trail — Mindhunter — Holden is taken by an unsub.

Day 20: Emotional Angst + Giving Permission To Die — Hamilton · Hamliza — Eliza and Alex have one last conversation.

Day 21: Spirit Possession + Body Horror — Jesus Christ Superstar · Jesus/Mary/Judas — Jesus had cast out demons from many people over the course of his ministry. But it’s just different when it’s someone he loves. 

Day 22: Reopening Wounds — Mindhunter — The aftermath of all the events with that principal leave Holden burning with a need for justice, no matter how obsessive it seems.

Day 23: Forced Choice + Public Display — Jesus Christ Superstar · Jesus/Judas —  Amuse Me (Fuck or Die Fic)

Day 24: “I Never Knew Daylight Could Be So Violent.” — Hamilton — How can the sun still rise when so much horror has come to pass? How can the world still spin?

Day 25: Being Monitored + "It's For Your Own Good."— Jesus Christ Superstar · Modern — Judas meets Jesus in the most unlikely of places.

Day 26: Nightmares + Breakfast Table — Hamilton · Modern — Aaron's daughter is always hanging around that Hamilton kid. He doesn't mind it as much as he pretends to— Philip is a sweet boy, after all, and it gives Aaron the excuse he needs to see his former friend despite bridges being burned to a crisp. But when Aaron get's a phone call one stormy night, everything changes.

Day 27: Voiceless + Communication Barrier ( Alt. Prompt) — Jesus Christ Superstar — Judas had only wanted them to warn Jesus off. He hadn't expected... this.

Day 28: Exposure + Secrets Revealed (Alt. Prompt)— Jesus Christ Superstar — As tensions rise amongst two of the apostles while on a mission, some secrets comes to the surface.

Day 29: Burnout + Shivering (Alt. Prompt) — Hamilton— Everything is coming to a breaking point. Words don't look like words anymore. Alexander doesn't feel like Alexander anymore.

Day 30: Recovery + Hospital Bed + "What Have I Done?" — Hamilton · Jamilton—  After an attempt brought on by something Thomas said, he's left to pick up the pieces of a broken Hamilton.

Day 31: Asking For Help + Therapy — 9-1-1 — No one can understand why Buck is so averse to therapy.

+ ALTERNATIVE IDEAS!!!

Body Swap— Judas' kiss wasn't that of betrayal.

Finding Old Messages + Regret + Forgotten — Aaron Burr finds an old, unopened letter in a coat he wore in his younger years. The coat he wore to Hamilton's wedding.

Friendly Fire + Survivor's Guilt— John hadn't meant to hit him. He truly didn't. But Alexander was still on the ground.

Time Loop— Jesus and Mary don't abandon Judas once the three days have come and gone. Their love perseveres. And they would have followed him anywhere.

Venom— The snakes of the desert were the furthest thing from Jesus' mind. Maybe they shouldn't have been.

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wip wednesday <3 :)

hello :) thanks to @anincompletelist @heybuddy-drabbles @leaves-of-laurelin @inekepp @happiness-of-the-pursuit @eusuntgratie @ninzied @zwiazdziarka @cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @tintagel-or-cockleshells @anchoredarchangel @getmehighonmagic @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @nocoastposts @suseagull04 @theprinceandagcd @kiwiana-writes for the tags <3

this will be my last snippet for january, as I'll be traveling soon. hope you enjoy. proposal au, "the full spectrum of human emotion" below. unfortunately autobiographical, so apologies for the mild angst:

The announcement fades away in the background as Alex looks out the window, taking in the view of his city. His heartbeat picks up as he thinks about seeing his mom and dad again, used to the grainy pixels of FaceTime and errant text messages on birthdays and holidays. He’s put on quite the front for Henry this whole time, but the thought of being questioned yet again for his career choices makes bile rise up in the back of his throat. He knows it comes from a place of care and love, but sometimes he wonders if he’s the jagged puzzle piece in his family. Leaving his degree behind, leaving his family behind, dragging June and Nora with him in an attempt to keep him sane and well. Forcing his loved ones to fit around his edges and slants, never feeling quite right, always feeling a touch out of place, shoving himself into spots he doesn’t belong in an effort to find himself again.

open tag as it's late and i think most of y'all have posted. much love.

xoxo roop

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WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday!! Enjoy these WIP recs from our team ❤️

You are a little soul carrying around a corpse by sunshineandfreedom (book-verse)

@gwiazdziarka: This is a soulmate story, but so far is doesn't play out like other soulmate stories: FSOTUS Alex and Prince Henry fall in Soul Sleep and THEN it gets interesting. The author gets perfectly both sleep logic and Alex's typical soulmate related angst. And some other things that I don't want to spoil.

Pour Your (He)art Out by @athousandrooms (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: This story is so soft and sweet. It's a roommates AU and it involves latte art and actual art. The author also makes drawings of the latte Alex makes. No peeking!!

@rmd-writes: classic @athousandrooms fluff that's so sweet it'll make your teeth rot. Roommates to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, dating without dating, the mortifying ordeal of being known - so many of my favourite tropes in one fic with bonus art of Alex's latte art to boot! Be sure to check out her artwork on insta too (@stardisnight)

Even if it's Just Pretend by @nontoxic-writes (book-verse)

@rmd-writes: I'm familiar with nontoxic's writing from another fandom, but I've been hooked on this AU since the very first snippet dropped on tumblr. It's juicy premise (self-described as 'the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic') and from the very first line I was drawn right in. I already know that I'm going to be obsessed with this fic - nontoxic is an incredible storyteller and writes emotions in a way that has the reader feeling everything the characters are feeling. I'm very ready to have my heart absolutely destroyed and put back together again!!

@thesleepyskipper: Just like @rmd-writes, I've been reading nontoxic's work in another fandom for years and as I expected, this did not disappoint. I was already into the whole exes-fake dating -lovers concept, even though I knew the exes part would hurt. And hurt it did - this first chapter is beautifully crafted and does such an amazing job of setting up the story and hooking you from the very beginning, tearing your heart out in the best way possible. I have absolutely no doubt that this will be another incredible work from this author that will always feel like the pain was worth it in the end!