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FAINTING & FEVER - When you confess your deep buried feelings to your boss in your fever.

Summary: Hiding a fever? Check. Passing out? Check. Confessing your feelings to your boss? Wait woah?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader, BAU x platonic!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fever, fainting, rest is good I guess.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This was supposed to be platonic but I didn't feel like it is romantic :) This is my first time writing any non-platonic work. All the pics I have inserted are more clear when clicked if you want to see (Tumblr did something). Positive Criticism is welcomed.

"So, what are you ladies up to tonight?" Morgan asked while driving, his focus on the road. You'd just finished a case, and as usual, Morgan was eager to make plans before another case thrust you back into the world's horrors.

"Well," JJ began with a sigh, eyebrows raised, "I'm going to spend the whole day resting with my boys." She finished with her radiant smile.

"What about you, Prentiss?" Morgan glanced at Emily in the passenger seat.

"No plans yet, but who knows? I might have something by the time we land."

"L/N?" Derek called out when he realized you hadn't answered, lost in your own world.

You sat beside Spencer, staring out the window, oblivious to your surroundings. The heat you felt was consuming every coherent thought.

"L/N?"

"Huh? What did you say?" you asked, turning your head so quickly that JJ and Spencer wondered how you didn't get whiplash. Your voice remained calm and soft.

"You okay?" Spencer asked, his hazel eyes filled with concern.

"Why wouldn't I be, Spencer?" you replied, mustering a small smile to maintain your façade.

"You just seem...down," he commented, studying you intently. You gave him another small smile, shook your head, and winced. Your head felt as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer. Spencer either didn't notice your wince or chose not to comment.

"You up for some fun tonight?" Morgan asked again, though you were barely aware.

"What fun?" you frowned. The way he said "fun" made you think it might not be the kind you'd enjoy.

"Seriously, sweet girl? You're spending way too much time with Reid. I'm talking about bars, drinks, and if you get lucky, then maybe—" Morgan started with a Cheshire grin, while your eyes widened.

"No," you said in a high-pitched tone, embarrassed at the thought of hooking up with a random guy when you already loved someone.

"What do you mean, 'no'? Come on. We don't get many days off, L/N. You should enjoy them when you can."

"Morgan, I can't," you said, shifting uncomfortably.

"And why is that, sweet girl?"

"Hey! Garcia will take offense if you call someone else 'sweet girl,'" you said with a smile, appreciating his use of a nickname for you.

"Nah. My baby girl will never be offended by this, and you're not just someone else," he replied confidently.

"But answer the question, sweet girl," he prompted, aware you were avoiding it. He assumed your hesitation was due to your reluctance to go out, knowing how you and Reid felt about drinking and socializing.

"I've got some work to do, Morgan. Also, I'm tired," you said, leaning your head back.

Morgan's expression changed instantly.

"Go straight home when we land, Y/N, not to Hotch's office. Whatever files you have to work on can wait. If I didn't know him better, I'd say he's making you do overtime."

"Exactly. Hotch will understand, and there's no need to tire yourself out," Spencer added softly.

Their concern warmed your heart. "Of course, gentlemen," you replied, amusing the others.

The conversation drifted back to their plans while you gazed out the window, watching amoeba-shaped clouds float slowly across the sky. The view was therapeutic, but you didn't tell them how awful you were feeling.

When you woke up that morning, it felt as if hell had descended upon Earth just for you. Your muscles ached, protesting and begging you to return to bed, but you couldn't. Lives were at stake, a case needed solving. Now, the muscle pain had given way to a headache and constant zoning out.

You longed to get home as soon as possible, yearning for your fluffy blankets to engulf you completely, save for your head. You hoped your phone might end up in a ditch for the day, allowing you to remain in your cozy cocoon until you felt well enough to face the world—and potential case calls—again.

Soon, you arrived at the airstrip, where Emily and JJ surrounded you.

"So, where's your mind wandering today?" Emily asked with a mischievous grin. Before you could answer, JJ chimed in.

"In dreams of Hotch, of course. Right, Y/N?" You quickly shushed her, glancing around to ensure no one had overheard.

"JJ, Emily, we're at the airstrip," you whispered urgently. "Someone might hear you. It's supposed to be a secret. Sometimes I think you and Garcia are determined to let Hotch find out." You began trudging toward the plane, feeling drained.

They both laughed and high-fived.

"We do want you two together," Emily said.

"You should tell him yourself," JJ added. "Besides, if he overhears by accident, it'll only speed up your love life."

"By the way, Y/N, will you only go out with us if Hotch is there too?" Emily teased.

"Guys!" you groaned as they laughed.

Your crush on Hotch had started early in your tenure, initially based on his looks. But it deepened into something more profound, to the point where his well-being affected you deeply. You felt terrified when he faced dangerous situations. That's when you knew you were in trouble.

There was no way he'd fall for someone who could barely speak to him. You had your reasons for avoiding him. The days leading up to this decision were hellish. Never had you stumbled over your words as much as you did then. And what did he do?

He always gave you a patient look and nodded softly, encouraging you to speak your mind. It was manageable until you started losing yourself in his eyes or staring at his face constantly. After that, you ensured you were never alone with him except when working on case files. You began doing this so he could go home early and rest, reasoning that a few extra files wouldn't impact your time.

You were startled from your reverie by the memory of Garcia suggesting that Hotch might like you too. You still don't believe her, but a girl could hope.

"If it gets too much, I want you to pull out."

"Sir?" you asked, confused, looking up from your gun at your boss, who was surveying the team preparing to ambush the unsub's house.

"Everyone has off cases, L/N, but with time, most of us have learned to deal with it. Still, we pull ourselves out when needed. You're still new. So, pull out if necessary. Do you understand me?" he said, now looking at you, his gaze sweeping over your shorter form. You looked up at him intently, lost in his eyes until he raised an eyebrow. You could have sworn you saw his eyes soften slightly.

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Hotch, Y/N." With that, he walked towards the rest of the team as you hurried to catch up.

Back at the FBI building, you dashed to Garcia's lair. She was your first friend, and you both had a tendency to ramble about various topics. Sometimes Reid joined in. As soon as you saw her, you hugged her. Hugging Garcia was like therapy—you could feel your worries, guilt, and other negative emotions leaving your body. You felt yourself relax, your body lighter. You called it "Garcia magic”! It was an added bonus that Garcia was fond of physical affection.

When you told her about Hotch's words and your feeling that he was worried and all other incidents where he acted the same—though you thought that was impossible—she flashed her beaming smile, all her white teeth showing. Her eyes, however, held the amusement of knowing something you didn't.

"I didn't know sweet cheeks, he cares for you this much." Garcia mused, clearly pleased by what you'd shared.

This much? And what do you mean?" you asked, your curiosity evident.

"Hmm hmm. He looks at you the same way Will looks at JJ. He's so soft with you and he isn't like this with anybody. Maybe except Jack of course."

“Garcia there’s no way in hell he likes me. Maybe he was trying to be sweet.” you asked her trying not to get your hopes up.

This is a paradox. You are sure. Damn sure! Garcia began laughing while you gave her an incredulous look. She didn’t stop until you threw a teddy at her. “My sweet sweet girl, Hotch is never sweet with anyone. Ask Emily about it if you are unsure but nope nada in my so many years of being at BAU, he’s never sweet with anyone.”

"Maybe you are overthinking this Garcia. Hotch and I don't even know each other.”, you mumbled looking at your hands in your lap.

“That is an argument I will have with you on another day but what I'm saying is that Hotch likes you.", she says with a small almost sad smile.

"If you want you can observe him. You're a profiler baby. Yow will know.", she added gleefully.

Henceforth, you observed Hotch as profiling team members was off-limit. He had a tendency to smile at you softly and he didn’t offer others the same amount of options that he did to you , but you attributed this to being new. You were certain he'd show his more authoritative side once you were no longer considered the newest member. Definitely!

Lost in these thoughts, you suddenly felt your vision blur and your surroundings distort.

"Whoa! You okay?" Emily asked as she grabbed your forearm, while JJ held the other. They exchanged concerned looks when you didn't answer immediately. You shook your head slightly and replied,

"Yeah, yeah. Just slipped."

They didn't seem convinced but didn't press further.

"Be careful," JJ said, patting your shoulder.

"Yeah, of course," you mumbled, trying to regain your composure.

Hotch and Rossi chatted as they walked, their conversation drifting from Jack's football to other topics. Before they knew it, they'd arrived at the airstrip. As Hotch boarded the plane, he froze in surprise. You were seated next to his usual spot—an unexpected sight, given your habit of avoiding him outside of group settings or work situations. Your presence there felt nothing short of miraculous.

Not wanting to give Rossi a chance to tease him, Hotch quickly sat beside you. He was certain you hadn't noticed his arrival, as you were deeply engrossed in the case report—something you rarely worked on during flights.

His attention shifted back to Rossi when the older agent began discussing plans for a pasta dinner. From the corner of his eye, Hotch caught you glancing up, offering both him and Rossi a small smile before burying yourself in the file again. It was odd, considering the report wasn't due for days.

He didn't want to finish it quickly, knowing an empty home awaited him. No one would be there to greet him—just silent walls. Jack was on vacation with Jessica's family for the next few days, leaving Hotch alone in the city. He stole another quick glance at you, resisting the urge to look more often.

Hotch was sure he would never fall in love again after Hayley. He loved her from such a young age and so much that loving someone else felt betraying the love he had bestowed upon Hayley all those years. Even after getting a divorce, he didn't stop loving her completely. Sometimes, he liked to believe they separated not because they fell out of love, but because their love was so intense that their arguments became too painful. However, he knew this wasn't the reality. He sighed and pulled out his file.

His thoughts soon drifted to you. Lately, contemplating love inevitably led him to think of you. Sometimes you don't know what hit you until it does. Falling in love with you was the same. He was falling in and never realised until the day he got a letter. From you.

Hotch had slowly fallen in love with you. That was the truth of his life, he stayed away from for a long time. How could he stay away when your every action seemed to win his heart anew? Each time he learned something new about you, he fell a little deeper.

You were a sweet addition to the team. It didn't mean you were all the time sunshine. Everyone learnt that the hard way. He mentally chuckled at the fight you and Morgan had over dark chocolate to the extent you were ready to beat him black and blue. However, your sweet gestures towards everyone on the team always warmed his heart.

He reminded himself to remain professional. After all, he was on a plane with a group of profilers who could decipher his feelings in minutes if given the chance.

"L/N, can you tell me about the—"

"L/N?" Hotch called out again, surprised you didn't hear him the first time. Still, you didn't reply. Rossi also looked up.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He said, touching your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. What happened?" You looked like a deer caught in headlights, making both Hotch and Rossi confused.

"Nothing happened. I was just asking you about the case," he replied, looking at you. You were looking...different. It was as if every laugh and joy had been drained from your life.

"I'll be right back," you said, standing up and moving before Hotch had a chance to stop you.

The moment you stood up, you knew you shouldn't have done that. You were far better sitting down. Now the pounding in your head intensified, along with the feeling of being shaken up to the point where you could see everything oscillating. You tried to keep yourself still, hoping your surroundings would become normal.

The next thing you knew, everything went black.

Hotch saw you swaying and moved instinctively. He caught you, one hand on your waist, the other on your shoulder, trying to keep you up while you were dead weight. However, it wasn't as easy as it seemed in the movies.

"Y/N? Y/N. Hey, wake up!"

"Y/N!" He squeezed your body against him.

However, his yelling got him nowhere. You didn't respond, lying still in his arms as if you were taking a nap. Hotch would have believed it if he hadn't seen you go down in front of his eyes.

"Y/N," he called out again, softly this time, yet the response was the same. He swept your hair back from your face.

Unable to keep you up, he gently lowered both of you onto the aisle. He moved his hands to your shoulders, gently shaking you, but you showed no sign of waking up.

He didn't notice anyone else until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Rossi sitting beside him, looking alarmed by the happenings. Morgan was above your head. The rest of the team was also hovering.

"What happened, man?" Morgan asked while taking the sweater Reid offered and putting it under your head.

Hotch didn't answer. He himself didn't know what was wrong with you. One minute, you were standing and the next plummeting down like the apple which led to the discovery of gravity. His hand went to your cheeks, where he felt the heat radiating. His frown appeared and deepened as he touched your forehead.

"She's burning up!" Hotch said worriedly, still keeping his tone full of calmness while his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. Having a fever is one thing but passing out from it is entirely another. He couldn't help but feel the small burning sensation in his chest at the thought of being ill, even if it was a fever.

You could hear people talking, but why would there be people at your home? You scrunched your face and blinked your eyes multiple times before fully opening them. Everything was blurry at first, but soon it became clear, along with the horrible pounding in your head. You tried to sit up, but a firm pair of arms pushed you back.

"Hey Bella, don't try to get up. Stay still."

"Wha-what happened?"

"You fainted," Hotch said. The rest of them had dispersed, knowing Hotch would take great care of you and that a crowd wouldn't help much.

"I don't feel good," you groaned, your hand massaging your head.

"Yeah, I gathered that much. Tell me what's exactly wrong, L/N?" Hotch had your hand in his, rubbing it softly to ease the pain in any way he could.

"I don't feel good," you mumbled again with half-closed eyes. You were mostly disoriented from what Hotch could figure out.

"You have a fever."

"I do?"

It was taking you time to gather what was happening. He blamed the fainting and fever. It took you time, but you slowly opened your eyes fully when you noticed Hotch still sitting at the edge of the sofa. He still held your hand, and your legs were on his lap. Being in touch with him felt like second nature; you didn't even notice until you opened your eyes. You quickly tried to pull back your legs and hand, but Hotch stopped you with his hold.

"Don't move so much, Y/N. Relax," his voice soft and calming, as always.

You sat in silence for the rest of the journey, which wasn't very long. You were clutching onto his forearm as he helped you sit up to go home. When you came outside the plane,

"Hotch, I can go home by myself," you began, your voice small, hoping to regain some of the dignity you lost after fainting in front of your entire team.

"Y/N, you can't stand straight, and you want to drive home by yourself?" Hotch asked with a raised eyebrow.

"There are other ways to be suicidal than this, sweet girl," Morgan quipped, walking beside you, not that you noticed. You looked up at him and then at Hotch, concern shining in both of their eyes.

"I'm not joking," you huffed.

"Neither are we," Morgan said.

"Y/N, it's final. I'm taking you home," Hotch ordered. That's what it felt like to you.

Hotch had an arm around your waist, supporting you as your body threatened to collapse. He hurried towards your apartment, aware of your rising fever. He couldn't give you medicine without food, but he was grateful for your unfiltered speech—it revealed the extent of your discomfort.

"You know, Hotch?" you began as he fumbled with the door. You leaned against the wall for support.

"Dahlias are my favourite flowers. They symbolize change, dignity, and elegance."

"They're native to Mexico, right?" he replied as you entered the apartment.

"Yeah! You know about them?" you asked, turning your face abruptly.

"Easy, honey. No sudden moves," he cautioned. "And yes, I've picked up a few facts over the years."

"I've always loved them. So colourful, bright, and beautiful," you laughed softly.

Hotch had never heard you speak so freely. He found himself enchanted by your voice, certain you could rival Reid in flower trivia.

After settling you on the sofa, Hotch fetched water, fruit, and medicine. You tossed your shoes aside and reluctantly took the pills, groaning as you slumped back.

"You should change into something more comfortable," Hotch suggested, removing his own shoes.

You looked at him, startled. Realizing his phrasing, he quickly clarified, "I mean, you should put on some comfy clothes."

At his insistence, you changed. When you returned, Hotch had shed his coat and tie, his shirt partially unbuttoned.

"Aren't you going home?" you asked, confused.

"I'll stay tonight, in case you need anything."

"There's no need, Hotch. You must be exhausted from the case. Go home and rest. I'll be fine."

"Y/N, it's better if someone's with you tonight. You fainted on the plane. I wouldn't be able to relax not knowing how you're doing," he admitted, his voice soft.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and curled up on the sofa with a blanket and pillow. You both decided to watch Star Wars.

Partway through the movie, you turned to Hotch, staring intently.

"You know, Hotch?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. Like, really, really love you," you said with a lopsided smile.

Hotch froze, completely still. He hadn't been this motionless since he first held Jack, afraid of hurting his newborn son. He never imagined you reciprocated his feelings, but he knew if he didn't get the conversation going right now, he not going to know about your feelings when you are not loopy due to medicine.

“Yea?”

"Mm-hmm. You're so wonderful and adorable and just... so cute. Yeah, you're intimidating at work, but the rest of the time? Totally cute."

"Oh, am I?"

Though your tongue was loosened by the medicine, you were more lucid than you let on. Having suppressed these feelings for so long, you couldn't stop now that you'd started. You wanted to tell him everything—him about all those feelings that you shouldn't have about him but you do, how couldn't help but fall for him slowly and every day seeing him made your day.

He was so handsome! His pretty dark brown chocolate-coloured eyes are swoon-worthy. Whenever you look into them, you feel hypnotized, unable to look away from them but not being present in the time; you often find yourself lost in them, forgetting his words as you gaze at him. Right now, he was looking directly at you, and you were drowning in his gaze.

How does he not realize the effect he has when he looks at someone like this?

Hotch's smile grew with each word you spoke.

"You're so handsome, ridiculously handsome. Have you seen yourself under that table lamp? You look like some movie hero poring over case files."

He blushed and glanced away at your flood of compliments. You cupped his face, turning it back to you, your eyes wide and intent. His smile made your frown melt into the biggest grin he'd ever seen on you. You looked beautiful.

"I just really like you, but I know you don't like me," you said, your voice small.

He frowned at your words.

"I love you too, honey, but I'll give you the full answer when you're well enough to remember it. Word for word," he replied softly.

You squealed with delight.

"You aren't just saying this to spare my feelings, right?" you mumbled a few moments later.

He cradled your face in his hands. "I would never say such a thing just to spare someone's feelings, Y/N. I love you. More than you can imagine."

Your questioning continued throughout the movie, but you refused to turn it off.

"You must have had many admirers in college. How many girlfriends did you have?" you asked, your head resting on his shoulder while his hand on your waist pulled you closer. Both of you kept your eyes on the TV.

"I only had one."

"No, you're lying. You're far too handsome to have had only one girlfriend your entire life."

'You can become the second.'

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, sweetheart."

"Did you just call me sweetheart?"

"You're imagining things, L/N. It's a common symptom of high fever. Of course, I didn't call you sweetheart, honey."

"Oh, but I—you just called me—"

"What?"

"Never mind. I must be imagining it."

"Yes, you're definitely imagining things."

[ellieputellas]

prove you wrong | alexia putellas x reader

You carelessly tell everyone you've never been sexually satisfied to piss off your fuck buddy, Alexia. She decides to prove you wrong and make it known to everyone just how wrong you are. | Inspired by these requests: (1) (2)

tags / contains: wc: 5k, friends with benefits, jealous!alexia, rough sex, strap r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, breath play, a lot of dirty talk, usage of degrading language and names, a bit of orgasm control, dacryphilia if u squint, set when lucy was in barça, semi-public sex kinda

masterlist | please do not repost or plagiarize.

It's been months since you last saw Alexia.

She’s been extremely busy with football, brand deals, and events. As her friend, it made you incredibly proud to see her achieving so much. She’s worked so hard and it was about time that she was able to reap her benefits and gain the recognition she so badly deserved.

But as her fuck buddy, the feral, needy side of you was just writhing with sexual frustration and yearning, wanting her to fuck you after every time you’d watch a game of hers.

You tried touching yourself, trying every new vibrator and toy available in the market but not a single toy could replicate the way Alexia made you feel. The way she moved her tongue, her fingers, her hips – it always drove you insane. Every single time with Alexia left you in a dreamy state for days. The sore muscles from all the positions she put you in always left you aching for days, but you loved every bit of it—each ache serving as a lingering reminder of that night.

On different occasions, you wanted to just text her and beg her to come over and fuck the living daylights out of you but it just felt like you might be crossing the line. You two usually just fucked whenever you had free time to spend together; asking her to make time from her busy schedule just felt personal and… intimate. So, instead, you’d sulk at home and try every single possible way of fiddling with yourself to no avail.

Feeling desperate and horny, you made the mistake of making out with Alexia’s friend and teammate Lucy Bronze. You bumped into her during a night out with friends wherein she recognized you as Alexia’s friend from college. A couple drinks down and one thing led to another.

Even if Lucy was an excellent kisser, you didn’t feel the same electric connection with Lucy that you had with Alexia. Though, since then, you’ve maintained close contact with the Brit.

Despite several attempts of hitting on you, you never really responded to any of Lucy’s booty calls. You knew Alexia and you were just friends with benefits but somehow, you felt like it was wrong to do anything more with a friend of hers. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive… but you still felt hesitant.

Although, after a while, you grew more and more frustrated with Alexia. How was it possible that Lucy had enough free time to hit you up but Alexia seemed too busy to even send you a naughty pic or even just a cheeky message? You felt neglected and increasingly sexually frustrated.

Little did you know that word had gotten to Alexia that you made out with Lucy.

Ever since the two of you started hooking up, Alexia had grown increasingly infatuated with you, craving the feel of your skin and the taste of your lips at every waking moment. If she could, she'd have you beneath her every day of the week. But as life got busier for both of you, she held back, reasoning that it would be selfish to hit you up randomly in the middle of a busy week just to scratch an itch. Besides, she had always been the one to initiate before, and this time, she decided to wait. She waited to see if you wanted her as desperately as she wanted you.

But the silence from you was deafening.

No late-night texts, no "I miss you," not even a casual "wyd." At first, she convinced herself you were just busy. Then she heard through the grapevine that you'd been kissing one of her teammates at some club.

The news hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her pissed off and bitter. If you'd moved on or decided to have fun with some other girl, fine, you weren’t in a relationship anyway — but it didn't make it sting any less. And to top it off, she had to find out from someone else that you were attending the team’s victory party at Lucy’s place.

The audacity, Alexia thought bitterly. Even if it technically was Lucy’s party, she thought you’d have the decency to refuse or to even just give her a heads-up, knowing that it might be weird to be around Alexia and Lucy. No decency at all.

When you got the invite, you hesitated. But then you decided this was your chance to remind Alexia exactly what she had seemingly forgotten about. After all, she'd ghosted you out of nowhere, leaving you high and dry after giving you the best sex of your life.

So, the night of the party, you slipped into a tight black dress that hugged every curve and sprayed on the perfume you knew drove Alexia crazy. If she thought she could move on so easily, you were more than ready to remind her of what she'd lost.

As soon as you entered Lucy’s place, she was the first person you saw.

It wasn't hard for you to see her. She was usually taller than most girls and she always just exuded a confident energy that never failed to catch everyone's attention. She was wearing a black cap and a black jacket, with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows exposing her muscular forearms. Your mind tried not to remember all the times you watched the veins in her arm bulge out so slightly as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

You locked eyes and her jaw instantly clenched. She looked upset. You would have felt a bit bad about never reaching out to congratulate her on all those winning games or even checking up on her if you didn't see her arm around a shorter girl you didn’t recognize.

Great. I've been replaced.

You rolled your eyes and headed to the corner of the house where Lucy and her other friends were seated.

"Hey, mami." Lucy greeted you. She stood up and gave you a kiss on the cheek, immediately snaking a hand around your waist. You loved how Lucy was never secretive of her finding you irresistible. Once or twice, you thought about riding that strong jaw but you figured you had to see out a complex friends-with-benefits relationship before entering another one. "Looks like we're all out of seats. Why don't you sit on my lap instead?"

You smirked. "You just would grab any opportunity to have me on top of you, huh?"

She smirked, biting her lip. "You know it."

You sat on Lucy's lap sideways, arms around her to secure your spot as your legs dangled on her side. She put her hands around you with her left hand on your back and the other drawing small spirals on your bare lap.

Alexia must have caught sight of this because you saw her looking over, jaw clenched and eyes darkened.

“I’m just so glad this season is done. I seriously need to go out to the clubs and get laid… get all that tension out of my body.” Patri, who was sitting on the floor beside Pina and Salma, complained to the group before taking a swig from her beer. “Nothing like unwinding to a girl between your legs.”

The crowd chuckled. Ingrid playfully threw a rolled up paper towel at Patri calling her gross. You smiled and nodded along as you let Lucy run her hands up and down your leg. “Thirsty, pretty girl?” She asked.

You shook your head. “You?”

“Hmm, why don’t you grab that beer and help me out?” She asked. You smiled as you grabbed the beer with your free hand and put the bottle against Lucy’s mouth, tipping it a bit as you let her drink from it. You bit your lip as the older girl maintained intense eye contact as you did.

Alexia was practically seething from the sight of it but continued to ignore you, staying at the other side of the room. The girl in her arms was trying to chat her up, asking about football or whatever, but all she could focus on was you.

The conversation continued with the group. “I’d hate to be single right now. How do you have the energy to go out and exert all that effort just to get laid?” Mapi exclaimed as she put an arm around her girlfriend who was sitting beside her. “If I were single, I’d rather just grab my vibrator and call it a day.”

Patri rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that cause you have Ingrid.” She retorted. “If you were single, you’d be out there in the clubs with us too.”

You could feel Lucy’s body vibrate against you as she chuckled. You grabbed Lucy’s bottle of beer, drinking from it as you continued to listen in on the conversation that was unfolding.

“I agree with Patri.” Irene chimed in, swirling a plastic cup with her hand. “I’d hate to be single and always end up masturbating at night. That would make me miserable.”

Patri nodded, as she raised her bottle high up. “Exactly, exactly!”

“The orgasm you get from a girl does not compare to one you get alone.” Irene added on, garnering a slow clap from the drunken Patri.

You laughed at the interaction. Lucy turned to you with a small smirk. "How about you? What do you think?"

You paused. You noticed Alexia move closer to our group. You hummed in thought, returning your gaze back to Lucy. "I don't know. I feel like it depends. It's a case-to-case basis and it just depends on who your partner is and what you want." You said, loud enough for others to hear. “So, yeah, I don’t have a clear cut answer.”

Mapi nodded to what you said. “Yeah, but having to find someone who suits you… it just takes too much time. If you’re single, you’re basically gambling every single time you decide to sleep with someone.” She said as she shook her head. “Besides, why would you want someone you barely met handling your precious goods?”

“We get it, Mapi. You’re in a loving relationship where you have sweet, sweet, compatible sex.” Patri said, rolling her eyes and making the crowd chuckle.

Before the two could continue debating, Pina chimed in. “Capitana,” She called Alexia over. "Settle the debate for us. What's a better way of unwinding after football season — masturbating or going out to have someone take care of it for you?"

Alexia moved closer to the group, an arm wrapped around a girl and her other hand wrapped around a red cup. She looked serious with her eyes still fixed on you. "She hasn't actually answered the question yet." She responded, looking at you as she tilted her cup at your direction.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, defeated. "I guess, I'd choose just making myself cum."

Mapi nodded smugly at Patri who felt annoyed.

"Really? I always pegged you as a pillow princess type. Like... the type who has to be pleased by someone else?" Lucy asked, fingertips still suggestively grazing your thighs

You hummed in thought. "Well, I haven’t found anyone who pleases me better than I do myself.” You lied with a shrug, looking directly at Lucy and avoiding Alexia’s gaze. “Why bother trying to find someone to aimlessly poke at me until I fake it when I can just take care of it myself?”

The group laughed at your statement but Alexia remained stoic and stiff. "Really?" Her voice dripped with thinly veiled annoyance. "Are you trying to say that no one has ever made you cum before? You always just fake it?”

“Yeah, no one really comes to mind.” You shook your head. "Besides, I'd much rather spend a night getting tired out by my vibrator rather than to be disappointed by some tryhard who fingers like they have carpal tunnel or eats me out with the same limp energy of an old man with his porridge."

The crowd laughed even harder but Alexia looked even more annoyed. If everyone was sober and in the right mind, they'd catch on to her reaction to your bold statement and figure out there was definitely something between the two of you.

You tried to laugh along but you felt weirdly nervous about lying. Alexia didn’t seem too pleased with your statement. Why is she so pissed off? It’s not as if anyone here knows we’ve slept together.

You were pulled out of your worries when you felt Lucy’s hands move higher up your leg, skimming the skin under your tight dress.

"Why don't you give the poor vibrator a rest from tiring you out," Lucy whispered, playfully using your own words. "And have me give it a try?"

You moved closer to her. "Hmm, I don’t know. Aren’t we just friends now?" You said softly so that the group wouldn’t hear too but still loud enough for Alexia to hear, if she tried hard enough. “Sex might just complicate that.”

“C’mon, we already kissed.” Lucy smiled with eyes that flickered from your eyes to your lips. "Besides, isn’t it worth risking it? I know I can pleasure you better than anyone else ever had.”

You smiled and playfully caressed her strong jaw with your fingers. “Well…” You trailed off seductively in a low voice, moving closer to Lucy’s face. "I've always wanted to feel that strong jaw against—"

Your flirting was cut abruptly when Alexia angrily threw her crumpled red cup to the ground and walked out of Lucy’s place. Everyone looked around confused, including the girl she was with. She blinked curiously as her eyes stuck at the door, wondering why Alexia had left so abruptly; the poor girl was just talking about her new manicure.

"Damn, I guess, no one's making her cum either." Patri joked, garnering a bunch of playful slaps and chuckles from the group but the room still seemed to be confused; Alexia was never the type to storm out in anger out of nowhere.

You tried to just shake off Alexia's mood swing and returned to flirting with Lucy but just minutes later, Alexia was storming back into the living room. She stomped her way to you and grabbed your hand, basically yanking you off of Lucy. You nearly tripped over your own feet as she grabbed you.

"What the fuck, Alexia?" You exclaimed as you were pulled by the arm by the tall blonde. "That fucking hurts. What's your problem?"

She didn't speak up. She basically dragged across the house until you reached what seemed like Lucy’s bedroom. She slammed the door loudly and locked it behind her.

Now that you were alone, you could see the annoyed look on her face, the redness across her cheeks, the tightness of her expression… and the slight bulge in her pants. Oh... that's what she had to get from her car when she stormed out.

She slammed you against the bedroom door, towering over you and trapping you with her arms. You gulped as you felt your back press flatly against the door.

Alexia suddenly grabbed your face with one hand, gripping so hard your lips were almost puckering out. "Why are you running your mouth about how no one's made you cum?" She said with a low, threatening voice. Her hazel eyes had darkened under the dim lights of the bedroom.

You stared at her, blinking your eyes in fear. She was so frightening when she was mad; it was like she was a completely different person. Her eyes, which were usually warm, were staring at you pointedly. All of the muscles in her face clenched as she slightly grit her teeth. And, while you were actually scared, you were also getting incredibly turned on.

Alexia squished your face harder, slamming her other hand on the door. You felt the wood pressed behind you vibrate with the force. "Answer." She leaned in and aggressively bit the side of your neck, sinking her teeth into you.

You gasped loudly in shock. "Ahh, Alexia, that really hurts."

She ignored you. She moved her head back to stare you in the eyes before she wrapped her hand around your throat. "Tell me who makes you cum." She asked.

You gulped as you felt her hand tighten slowly. "I'm sorry, Alexia." You responded, feeling incredibly nervous and intimidated. "I'm sorry I lied. I was just joking. I just missed you so much and I was frustrated that you never contacted me and I just wanted to see you react to —"

You gagged as her hand suddenly got tighter. "I didn't ask for an explanation." She growled. "I asked who fucking makes you cum."

You gasped for air as her hand loosened a bit. "It's you, baby. It's just you." You croaked out.

"What did you just fucking call me?" She growled in your ear; you felt the familiar electric tingle in your spine as she breathed heavily against your ear. “You don’t get to fucking call me that when you’ve been such a brat.”

"Alexia," You moaned, correcting yourself. "It's you, Alexia. It's you who makes me cum. Only you make me cum, Alexia.."

You felt like a blubbering mess but Alexia seemed pleased because she let your throat go, and fondly touched your cheek instead with her thumb. You inhaled deeply before leaning towards her to kiss her but she moved away.

"Bad girls don't get kisses." Her mouth quirked up into a smirk. "Bad girls get on their knees instead and offer their mouth like a slut."

You looked down again and you were once again reminded of the strap poking against the front of her denim pants. You gulped but got on your knees and slowly unbuttoned her baggy jeans which revealed a harnessed strap-on above her Calvin Klein underwear.

You bit your lip. You gasped when Alexia grabbed a chunk of your hair and looked down on you. "Open your mouth." She said as she tilted your head back with her hand.

You opened your mouth, obediently. "Now, stick your tongue out, you fucking slut." She ordered in a low but firm voice.

You didn't let a second pass before you followed her instructions, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out as far as it could go. She smiled at your obedience before leaning over and spitting in your mouth. You nearly moaned just from the action but before anything could escape your mouth, she slammed her hips against my throat and fucked your mouth with her silicone member.

She grunted and cursed as she watched you suck and gag on it. "That’s right. Suck like a good girl."

You moaned in response as you eagerly sucked on the strap as if your life depended on it. You were gagging a lot with Alexia’s force and your face was streaked with tears but you felt incredibly turned on by the sight and the feeling.

Alexia was gasping and groaning as the base of her strap pressed against her own clit, forming a dark pool on her grey underwear. You moaned at the combination of the sound of her guttural moans and the smell of her wetness. You could practically feel your core grow more and more moist by the second.

"Fucking suck harder, you fucking slut." Her voice sounded venomous with all the expletives she was hissing out. "You don't get to flirt with other bitches in front of me. I own you."

"Or do you just let any other bitch fuck you like this?" She grunted out, looking down at you. Alexia never went this rough with you before but she was starting to enjoy it, especially the sight of your tear-stained face and puffy lips wrapped around her strap. "Are you that much of a pathetic whore? You just let anyone fuck your throat like this?"

You shook your head, unable to speak as she was filling your mouth with the silicone. She moaned out as she pushed your head even further.

You felt tears sting your eyes as she thrusted in your throat with such vigor and roughness. For a moment, you felt like you were just a doll made to satisfy her lust and oddly, it made your core ache more for her.

Alexia tilted her head back, thrusting against your throat. The base of the strap was perfectly hitting against her clit. It felt satisfying knowing she was getting off of fucking your mouth with her strap even if that meant that your throat would be sore in the morning.

"That's right, cariño." She moaned out. "Take all of me.”

It didn't take long until Alexia moaned out. She pulled your head off of her, making a satisfying sound as it exited your mouth. You coughed and wiped the tears and saliva off of your face, clutching your throat as you started to feel the discomfort spread.

Before you could even do or say anything more, Alexia yanked you up immediately and pushed you towards the bed. You fell backwards on the bed, feeling your dress ride up on your body, pooling together near your hips which meant your underwear could be easily seen by the blonde gir.

You felt so exposed and vulnerable.

She took off her jacket and her shirt, revealing her Calvin Klein sports bra and her toned stomach glistening with sweat. You bit your lip as she walked closer to the bed. The dim light entering the windows from the street lights outside and the small night light in the corner of the room was accentuating every contour of her body.

"Strip. Now."

You frantically tried to remove your tight dress. It made it so difficult to remove as some of it clung to your sweaty skin. You felt unsexy wriggling out of it in bed. But, you also felt nervous, knowing Alexia wasn't always the patient type in bed.

"Hurry the fuck up." She groaned. You tried but she grew more frustrated. She took your dress and pulled it off your body roughly. You heard some seams rip as she did but you didn't give a fuck. You were more concerned about her impatience and how it was gonna affect you.

You were mostly bare in front of her, only wearing a pair of lacy black underwear which was now glistening with your translucent nectar.

She chuckled. "You really are a little slut." She said as she used a finger to graze your core, making you whimper. "Look how wet you got just from getting throatfucked by me. I haven't even touched you and your cunt is all drenched."

"Yes, Alexia." You moaned out as she pressed a finger against your clit.

"You really were talking your shit about how no one makes you cum while your cunt is quivering and soaking wet just from giving me a blowjob." Her fingers were so delicate against your core — a weird juxtaposition with the roughness of her words. "I wonder what everyone else would think if they heard you moaning out my name just after you lied out there. They'd think less of you... they'd think you're a dirty liar who loves to provoke just to get fucked. Isn't that right?"

You gulped and bit your lip as she gently moved her fingers up and down your opening, teasing you with the pad of her fingers.

You were broken out of a trance when her hand was squeezing your face again. "Answer me."

"Yes, yes, Alexia." You responded, almost out of breath. “I’m a liar.”

"And I don’t like liars. Right, cariño?" She let go of your face and backed away slowly.

Before you could respond, two fingers were thrust into your hole, roughly fucking you. You moaned out loudly as you felt Alexia's fingers rapidly move inside you with complete disregard of letting you adjust to her fingers. She leaned over to your breasts, sucking on them so roughly that it was almost painful.

"Alexia," You moaned out. "Please give me your strap. Alexia, please."

Alexia ignored you as she continued to fuck you with her fingers and suck on your torso, leaving you branded with bruises all over and glistening with a mixture of your sweat and her saliva.

"Alexia, please." You whimpered.

She groaned loudly before pulling her fingers out of you. You don't know how but she managed to get you off of the bed and pressed against the door again in a swift motion. This time, your front was pressed against the door — hands against the cold wood — with your butt sticking out.

She grunted out curt instructions for you to steady yourself against the door as she positioned herself behind you. She gripped your waist roughly with her long fingers as she rubbed your cunt with the length of her strap. You bit your lip, holding back your moans, too afraid that your proximity to the door would mean everyone out there would hear you, even with the music they were playing.

You grunted out when you felt her grab your hair and mutter in your ear. "You better not choke down those moans, cariño."

She let go of your hair before slamming the entire length of the strap inside you. You moaned out loudly, struggling to grip yoyr hands against the flat door.

"Baby, it hurts.” You winced as you felt her begin to thrust.

"Who said you can call me baby again?" She practically shouted it before raising her hand, landing it on your right ass. It made a loud sound, quickly followed by your loud cry of pain and pleasure.

"I’m sorry, Alexia." You responded. Alexia grabbed on to your waist again, thrusting her silicone dick in and out of you. You were feeling the pain in your core as the silicone stretched you but it was such an addictive pain. It felt so satisfying being filled by Alexia like this.

Alexia must have sensed how close you were to an orgasm because she picked up the pace. The base of the strap hitting your slick vagina which made a loud sound, accompanying your loud moans and Alexia's grunts.

"Alexia, don't stop. I'm so close. Please." You moaned out, hands and legs shaking.

"Don't cum until I tell you." Alexia's voice was strained as well. You knew the base of the strap was rubbing against her own clit too. "If you cum before I do, I will take you out of this room and fuck you in front of everyone else so they can see how much of a fucking, lying whore you really are."

You moaned at that statement, making it even harder for you to delay your orgasm. You felt your walls clench against the strap. Alexia picked up the speed even more, driving you into a frenzy. You were practically a blubbering mess — face pressed against the door and hands trying to cling on to the flat surface as a string of incoherent moans and words left your mouth.

"Alexia, please." You felt like you were going to collapse any moment soon, struggling to keep your clammy hands from slipping off of the door.

Alexia slammed her dick into you a couple times more before saying, "Cum."

You almost shouted in pleasure as you felt the orgasm ripple through your body, making your legs feel like jelly. You felt the warmth spread through you as you exclaimed her name another time as Alexia thrust a few more times to ride out her own orgasm.

You wanted to fall on the floor and just lay there but Alexia's grip on your hips remained firm that it was almost impossible for you to fall over. She put you upright again, one hand firmly on your hips and the other cupping your chest as she helped you up. She gently guided you back to bed.

You laid on your back, out of breathe as she crawled on top of you. "No one makes you cum right?" She teased.

You rolled your eyes to playfully smack her but she caught your hand smoothly and put it above your head. "I'm not done with you." Her serious face was back.

Your eyes widened. You felt like your body would give up on you if you werefucked again but that didn't seem to stop Alexia.

Her hand found its way to your cunt. You felt her thumb and index finger gently fiddle with your clit before pressing roughly, then pinching it.

"Alexia!" You yelped, instinctively pushing on her shoulders a bit

She let go of your clit and began roughly rubbing instead. You put your arms around her shoulders, holding her closer as she rubbed your core. She moved closer to yoy before kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving more bruises for you to worry about the next morning.

"Oh, Ale, that feels so good." You said in a hum of pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut.

Alexia managed to push the hood off of your clit and began gently rubbing and flicking against the tiny, sensitive part of it, overstimulating you. You moaned out again and tightened your hold of her.

"Who makes you cum?" She asked in your ear.

"You."

"Say my name." She ordered before sinking her teeth on your collarbone and sinking her two fingers back into your vagina.

You gasped before you shouted. "Alexia! Alexia! It's you, Alexia!"

She continued to kiss your neck as she fucked you with her fingers and rubbed your clit with her thumb.

"Alexia, I'm close! I'm so close!" You moaned out as she pumped in and out. "Alexia! Please!"

"Cum for me, cariño." She whispered so gently and as she did, you shouted out her name as you held on to her, experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life.

She chuckled. "Hmm, I don't think you've squirted this much before."

Yoy blinked a bit before sitting up to see that Lucy's bed was completely drenched. You felt your face become red as you realized the mess you two have made.

Alexia was smiling, satisfied at her work. You pouted your lips as you looked at her. "Baby, can I have kisses now?"

She leaned close to your face again. "Only if my princess promises she's going to be a good girl from now on."

"Yes, Alexia." You said, pouting your lips as you looked into your eyes. You gave her an irresistible wide-eyed innocent look — the kind you knew she could never resist.

She smirked before she leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. You grabbed on to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss but just a while after, she pulled away. "Why don't I take you back to my place and then you can let my neighbors hearyour pretty little moans too?"

You chuckled. "Okay, Alexia."

You got up from the bed, and got dressed with Alexia. She apologized for ruining your dress but she didn't really look sorry for it. She actually looked proud and smug. You straightened up your appearance as much as you could before Alexia and you stepped out of the room.

To your shock, a few people from the group earlier were hovering near the bedroom door with mixed expressions of horror and amusement. They tried to not make it obvious that they heard you get absolutely wrecked by Alexia.

“Damn,” Patri shook her head as she turned to Mapi. “I want whatever those two are having.”

a/n: i barely edited this and proofread it once. i might have fucked up with some pronouns and would appreciate if anyone dms me to correct hehe. anyway, i hope you guys liked it esp since this is more intense and rougher than everything i’ve ever written before. tags: @micaluvssoccer @buzzinrusso @hermen0404 @mrcat77 @oh-thats-cute @iamagoddess1 @noone-find-me @zairaaaa @vlt4845 @oakwave @sam23114 @louxbloom @ppx004 @serynsworld @oohtobeagooner @daylightisa @xxforeverinadayxx @itsandreaca @liagracexx @julesthegreatsimp p @mysticfalls01 @maddiewrites11 @besitosakusa @alexiputellas-protector @wosoloverthings @alexiaswiftie @katycat0811 @femmefataledotcom @footygirl114 @baddestbittyontheblock @wosolipa @mpileons @girlmineis @a-pute11as @hella-hecka-gay @alexiaputellasera a + more but i couldnt tag u all aaa

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DOMESTIC! ABBY

CW: modern au. fluff. not proofread.

ꔫ domestic abby who always sets her alarm before you so she can make you the most delicious breakfast

ꔫ domestic abby who always asks to stay five more minutes with you in bed, just cuddling. Your hands brushing her hair, either undoing her braid or burhsing it to untangle it.

ꔫ domestic abby who always gives 'good morning kisses' on your temple

ꔫ domestic abby who always wakes up with the sleepiest face ever, all chubby and confused(? Yeah, that one

ꔫ domestic abby who drives you everywhere and goes outside for you if you're not in the mood but need to get something done or buy something

ꔫ domestic abby who makes sure to give you the most breath taking kiss before you leave to work

ꔫ domestic abby who never leaves you alone if you work from home?!?!?!

ꔫ domestic abby who hooks her chin in the crook of your neck and then puts her arms around you to beg you to take a break because you've been working all day nonstop and it's not good for you

ꔫ domestic abby who begs you to sleep when she picks you up from work. Swearing she'd hear anything you need to say once you're home because she needs you to rest

ꔫ domestic abby who hates seeing your stressed face even while you're sleeping and has internal wars with herself on what to do to make that disappear

ꔫ domestic abby who always makes sure you eat and sleep and rest. Sending you messages whenever you're at work, calling you if you have time.

ꔫ domestic abby who always makes sure the house is clean and tidy so you have to do nothing but work (she still thinks you do so much more than her)

ꔫ domestic abby who doesn't go to bed without you, who doesn't take naps if you don't, who doesn't eat if you don't. She absolutely adores taking care of you and be part of your wellbeing :(

ꔫ domestic abby who religiously has to rest on Sundays. Who makes sure there's always a show you'd like to watch and never ever peeks at the plot or the chapters or anything if she's not with you even when she's dying to get the minimum spoiler (hates not knowing wtf comes next)

ꔫ domestic abby who feels super extremely ridiculously tired after eating and sometimes begs you to take a longer break just to take the smallest nap with her.

ꔫ domestic abby who loves just cuddling and hearing you ramble and talk nonstop about anything (she always pays attention and remembers all details)

ꔫ domestic abby who adores resting her head on your stomach to let you brush her hair (loves more than anything scalp massages)

ꔫ domestic abby who love languages are acts of service and physical contact ofc

ꔫ domestic abby who feels so ashamed whenever you spoil her bcs wtf why would you do that if she does nothing at all and you do everything(??!?!?!?!?!

ꔫ domestic abby who always takes pictures of you working or walking towards the car after a looong day. Who's camera is full of pics of u and stuff related to u

ꔫ domestic abby who loves just staying in pijama all day

ꔫ domestic abby who secretly gets baby fever very very very often

ꔫ domestic abby who always talks about you, who always goes to the supermarket thinking 'what does the wife need?'

ꔫ domestic abby who always brings u snacks whenever she goes out (loves food with her soul that's a fact)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two - chapter one (ls2)

Your father, the President of The United States, has decided the only way to keep you ‘tame’ is up have you married off… to a Formula One driver..?

logan sargeant x first daughter!reader, smau and short fic // fc: yasmin barbieri

tws: arranged marriage,

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“This is so stupid.” you grumble a complaint into the air, looking over at your mother as she laughs from where she sits in the William’s VIP room with your father and older brother-- both Santino Colombo, your father going by Santino and your brother going by Santi.

“He’s a nice young man!” Santino defends his actions as if he isn’t asking you to do the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. You have to pretend this guy who you have never met before is your boyfriend. Now, okay, you knew a bit about Logan because you’d been a fan of his for years because of your father’s love of Formula drivers, and Logan was the only American to get points in like… twenty years. You and Logan had followed each other on socials long ago when this first 'arranged marriage' thing was brought up. You'd spoken occasionally since, but nothing too serious. A flirt here or there, a joke, then mostly just formalities.

It wasn't that you didn't like Logan, he was a fine guy and easy on the eyes but it just felt... weird, to be forced into this.

With you being the more rebellious of the two of his kids, you had to be ‘locked up.’ Which was so stupid, your twenty six year old brother was a big party boy in college. Your father having paid off so many people to be hush about his drunken idiocy. But now he was already on his way to becoming a law firm CEO with a pretty wife and two daughters and you were a little fashion student who just had her first ever big break, never having done hard drugs or got the cops called on you like dear old Santi.

But you were a girl, something to be protected, and big breaks meant it was time for you to settle in the eyes of America’s leader.

And thus, your father got in contact with the Sargeants through Dalton somehow during your fathers candidacy. And now a year and two months later you were expected to be visiting your ‘secret boyfriend of two years.’

“He’s a wonderful guy,” Santino huffs at your obvious distaste, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I thought he was going to be bad for you, you know.”

“You didn’t even ask me! What if I had a boyfriend!”

“You didn’t.” Santi says after a sip of his champagne, “and, if you did, Dad would’ve just had you marry the guy you were dating.”

“If he passed the dad test.” you complain, making your brother laugh while your father just rolls his eyes. You don’t have time to say anything else because he’s standing up to greet James Vowles, the team principal of Williams, and you follow suit.

"So this is the woman Logan's been keeping a secret?" James grins and you realize, yeah, okay now it's time to act.

"Sorry he kept you in the dark for so long, Mr. Vowles!" You smile, glancing over James' shoulder as you speak to see who can only be Logan approaching, "Logan does speak very highly of you."

"As he does you." James nods, stepping back to allow you to happily pull Logan in for a hug. None of this is rehearsed. None of this is planned. Logan's arms slot naturally around yours life he was sculpted from the same marble, and your head fits perfectly under his chin. When you both step back, you let out of a soft giggle with flushed cheeks and try to not see the obvious overjoyed expression on your fathers face.

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Logan's drivers room is neat, tidy, but small. He lets you take up the somewhat comfy couch while he pulls his fireproof over his head with his back to you. You both have sat in silence for the past five minutes, your parents whisking you off to the 'comfort' of Logan's room so you both could bond.

"So." Logan turns around once he's fully changed into his racing gear, and you try your hardest to make sure your eyes don't wander because god damnit did those fireproofs have to be so tight?

"So?" You echo with a tad more curiosity in your tone and Logan pops down next to you.

"I was told we need to have a consistent story to not get caught." His eyes meet yours breifly before he's looking away, almost bashfully as his hand comes to toy with his hair, "but I have no idea what that should be."

"You were born in Fort Lauderdale, right?" You ask, and when Logan nods you grin, "Alright, here it is, we were neighbors growing up. Your brother and my brother were really good friends, since I think they're the same age? We tagged along with the older brothers. When you moved we lost contact, but, when you started racing in Formula I got in contact with you via Instagram and the rest is history."

"Childhood best friends seems American enough," Logan grins and a laugh barks out of you that you aren't expecting. A smile pokes at his face and he looks away, almost like he's shy about making you laugh, which is only solidified by the blush you notice on his cheeks.

"Alrighty then, childhood best friend." You tap his thigh with your heel from where your legs are crossed, eyes peeking up as someone knocks on the door.

"Come in," Logan calls, his hand going to rest on your knee before none other than Alex Albon pops open the door with a very curious Lily behind him.

"Oh! Good." Alex steps in, letting Lily in before the door clicks shut. You can see Logan send Alex a confused look before the Thai driver opens his mouth and just says whatever comes to mind.

Which is, "How the fuck did you rizz her?"

"Alex!" Lily whacks her boyfriends arm and you can't help but burst into laughter, hiding your face in Logan's shoulder as you do. You miss whatever defense Logan throws at Alex because of the feeling of Logan pulling you closer by your thigh. It shocks you how much his touch feels like fire against your skin.

"All her," is what Logan says when he turns to you and the smile that crosses your face is natural as you shrug. Lily comes over to introduce herself, leaving Logan and Alex to bicker as she pulls you into a carefully coordinated hug.

"It's so nice to have another girl in the Williams garage." She says as she steps back, and you stand to continue the conversation a bit further away from whatever argument Alex has undoubtedly pulled Logan into now. Logan's hand squeezes your wrist when you walk away, a small fleeting touch, and it makes your cheeks red.

Shit. Why was he making you so flustered?

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"Are we like soft launching it?" You ask Logan as you wait for him to be called out to race, he's been fiddling with his sleeve for the past five minutes in agonizing silence. So you try and get his mind off the upcoming race.

"What?"

"Us, are we just gonna like... kiss after the race and be caught by cameras? Or try and like... be sneaky with it? Like pretending we're hiding from cameras but letting them catch us and whatnot."

Logan blinks, his hand falling from fiddling with his sleeve to his lap where you've laid your legs over. ("So you can get used to how close we have to be for media," Logan had suggested.) His hand comes to rub small circles just above your knee as you lean back against the back of the couch.

"I... is there one you prefer?" He asks, pulling out his phone to do what looks like texting someone back, "I can do either, I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I think teasing it would be really cute," you smile and he nods, asking for you to explain, so you burst into a long list of ideas. Fleeting touches, hugs that last just a bit too long to be platonic, pictures of gifted bouquets and hidden faces for 'date nights' and early mornings. He smiles at you enthusiasm as you explain every little minute detail, and then he just takes one of your hands in his and presses a kiss to the back of it.

"Just tell me when, and I'm yours." He whispers, and you try to ignore the obvious affection in his eyes that has your cheeks warming up.

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Logan scores points. You're not even sure what place he ends up in, but you just know he scores points by the way Williams is cheering. You can even hear Logan laughing over his radio and your heart is in your throat as you join Lily in jumping up and down in excitement. Both Alex and Logan has gotten points, for the first time this season.

Your feet carry you, Lily pulling you along, your family laughing as you're brought to the garage and away from them. She detaches when Alex is out of his car, happily extending an arm for Lily to attach to his side as he holds his helmet in the other.

You, however, stop dead in your tracks.

Logan's tugging off his balaclava with the biggest smile on his face. The crows feet of his eyes tight with the smile that pulls them in, same with the way his cheeks puff out in happiness. You can't help but feel a blush on your face at the sight of him, sweaty, and yet with that amazing post-race glow your sister had joked about.

Holy shit, it really was a thing.

You feel cameras on you as you slowly make your way over, finding your footing like a fawn until Logan spots you and-- if possible, his grin grows even wider. You smile, quickening your steps until your pressed firm against his chest. His broad shoulder blocking the light as his arms encircle you, protecting you from the world as he dips his lips down to whisper.

"You can't look at me like that if we're soft-launching." He laughs and you follow suit, arms tight around his waist as you quickly reply,

"I'm just so proud of you, you drove really well today."

His arms tighten a bit more and you assume this is the whole, hugs that are a bit more than platonic bit. When you step back, he keeps his eyes on you and one hand on your back as Alex comes over to celebrate with him.

Later that night, a text lights up your phone,

'if you want a full miami day, tomorrow ill pick you up around nine?"

And the giggles that leave you are genuine as you throw yourself out of bed to pick out some clothes for the list of activities that Logan has planned.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

- sam monroe is the type to keep his relationship on the low, but he has his girlfriends claw clip on the strap of his backpack 🤭

- scott barringer putting a photo of him lying on his girlfriends chest as his social media profile pic!! (like, neither of their faces are visible—you can only see her pretty necklaces dipping down into her shirt, but most of it is covered by scotts blond head of hair!!)

- scott with pierced ears.. oh my goddhh 😍

[not rqs unless you wanna add on to them <3]

- 🪻

Author's note: guys what the heck I have never wrote for Scott what is wrong with me

Some quick drabbles for my 🪻anon, hope you enjoy :))

SAM MONROE wasn’t one to flaunt his relationship. He liked keeping things on the low, flying under the radar. But anyone who knew him well enough might have noticed the little things—like the claw clip attached to the strap of his backpack.

It wasn’t his, obviously. The pale pink, slightly scuffed clip belonged to you, a casual relic of their time together. You'd forgotten it after staying at his home one day, and instead of giving it back right away, he’d hooked it onto his bag absentmindedly. Now, it just… stayed there.

But people had eyes, and those eyes followed the weird object on the emo boy's backpack, which only caused more teasing fall towards him

“Nice accessory, Monroe,” his friend Jake teased, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were so into hair fashion.”

Sam shot him a glare “Shut up. It’s just a clip. Keeps my bag from looking boring.”

SCOTT BARRINGER wasn’t the type to broadcast his private life. Not really. But tonight, as he lay on his girlfriend's chest, his head resting comfortably where your heartbeat thudded softly beneath him, he couldn't resist.

The moment felt way too good, way too peaceful not to capture. Your necklaces—delicate chains that always caught the light—gently dipped into your shirt, giving a subtle shimmer against your skin. But most of it was hidden by his own messy blond hair as he nuzzled into you, eyes closed, content, inhaling the sweet scent of your body Without a second thought, he reached for his phone, snapped the photo, and uploaded it. No need for a caption—anyone who saw would know. It wasn’t about showing off. It was about holding onto this quiet, intimate moment in a way only he and you would understand.

SCOTT BARRINGER with pierced ears was something you didn’t expect to hit that hard—but oh, it did.

It was subtle at first. A small glint of silver when he turned his head, catching the light in the middle of a conversation. But once you noticed, you couldn’t stop staring. The earrings, simple yet undeniably hot, framed his sharp jawline in a way that made him look even more rebellious—like he was daring the world to take a second look.

He'd catch you staring, of course, and that signature smirk would spread across his face. "What?" he'd ask, feigning innocence, but the gleam in his eye gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing.

And honestly? You weren’t complaining. Not one bit. Because at the end of the day, when you two are alone, you'd take care to have a real, longer glance at his piercing..

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[gretagerwigsmuse]

can't hardly wait

Summary: in which a guy named bradley likes you back on hinge...

OR a prequel fic with the first hinge messages

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Warnings: listen i know i have a picture selected for her, i just wanted to have the ice cream comparison and went with this one. also i have all the pics on bradley's profile if you're curious 💁🏼‍♀️ he's just so goddamn cute! written for @roosterforme 's 'rocktober' event and inspired by the replacements song. don't forget to read part 1 to see how the date goes 😉 [image template (x)]

Your phone lit up with a notification, buzzing in its spot on your glass desk. You glanced down at it for a moment before going back to your slide deck - until it buzzed again. It was a Hinge notification. You hadn't been particularly active on the app the last couple days, not wanting to get your hopes up yet again. But you'd made one last ditch attempt on Hinge, liking some guys who were way out of your league - before telling Max he had the go-ahead to set you up with his buddy. Leaning back in your desk chair, you swiped up on the notification.

Oh. It was this one - the pretty one. Bradley.

You scrolled back through his profile one more time, reacquainting yourself with the 6'1" brunet. He had a picture cuddling a chunky French Bulldog, one at a Rolling Stones concert, one with an older guy who was probably his dad, and one where his eyes looked like pools of chocolate, in addition to his main photo. Unbidden, a smile crept across your face. He looked kind, sweet. Even if he didn't say where he worked.

Bradley, you tested the name out.

Without further delay, you pulled up his message:

Did you only like me because I also have a picture eating ice cream on my profile? I guess that means you're not lactose intolerant?

You let out a little giggle and twirled around in your desk chair. Oh, he was sweet (and a little nerdy). No, it's because you're unfathomably pretty and I didn't think you'd actually like me back. Trying not to overthink it, you typed out a response:

bold of you to assume it also wasn't the 'stache...and that i'm not just mainlining lactaid

It was cute, a little cheeky. He typed and deleted his response a couple times, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

How far do you have UVA going in MM this year?

You pursed your lips. Hmph. And went back to scrolling his profile. Ah, there it was - he'd also gone to UVA, though a couple years before you. He also drank, didn't smoke, and was vaccinated and bi. You swiped back to the chat.

Your allegiance to UVA in any sporting event wasn't exactly top of mind, so you had to check your March Madness bracket that everyone in the office had been forced to fill out for team building. Just has you were about to say Elite Eight! Bradley messaged back:

Sorry, that was really lame. I’m not used to this.

You smiled. that has to be a line...

His reply was instantaneous. It's not, I promise! Alright give me one more try. How's this?

In the background, your computer pinged with multiple Teams message notifications, but your eyes remained glued to your phone.

Did you know the moon's actually lemon shaped? And that the Milky Way apparently smells like raspberries and rum?

It was such a ridiculous and silly fun fact that it made you smile. Time to put all that barstool trivia knowledge to good use.

no, bradley, i did not know that. do you only specialize in space fun facts or can i get something else out of you...

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Turns out all it took was a smattering of the world's silliest fun facts to get you hooked, and after days of texting you were at the Hard Deck. The beachfront dive bar wasn't exactly your ideal first date location, but it seemed like there was a good crowd inside judging by the excessive number of the cars in the parking lot. As it was, your Uber let you out next to a pale blue Bronco. You smoothed your hands over your dress and checked your hair one final time before heading inside.

You didn’t really date. Not in the same sense that your friends Caroline and Darcy or even Alexa and Max did. The last person you’d gone out with for more than three dates had been your ex-boyfriend Jack and even that relationship fizzled after six months. 

But there was just something about him - about Bradley - that made you think this could be something? Something about Bradley made you giggle at your phone while you read his texts and buy a new dress and get a wax for your date. 

God, please like me. I hope he likes me.

The bell above the door jingled as you entered, suddenly taken aback not only by the amount of people in the bar, but also the Navy paraphernalia doting seemingly every usable surface. Jesus. Did Uncle Sam pay everyone's tab, too?

Scooting out of the way of another group entering behind you, you bit your lip and stretched your neck, looking around the bar for Bradley. What if he wasn't there? What if he saw you get out of your Uber in the parking lot and bailed? No - he wouldn't do that. The Bradley you had gotten to know over the last couple days sent you fun facts and his Wordle score. He asked about your projects at work and what you were having for dinner. He texted with full capitalization and punctuation. At the very worst, you'd hope you'd get an it's not you, it's me text from him.

But your worry was all for naught because when you got closer to the bar, you saw him. And by some sort of miracle he hadn't seen you yet, which gave you ample opportunity to ogle because you seriously needed a minute. God, he was so pretty. His hair looked lighter in person, not as brown, his arms looked so strong even in his unbuttoned light blue oxford, and that mustache? It worked. It really worked.

And he looked nervous? His knee was bouncing and he kept glancing down at the phone propped up on his knee. 7:33pm - you were late. You squared your shoulders and cleared your throat before closing the final few steps.

"Bradley?"

He spun around on his barstool at your voice. The abrupt motion caused him to almost drop his phone, but it made you smile. Once his eyes settled on you it was like everything stopped. The bar got quiet, you didn't notice the girl next to you complaining about her drink, and the hockey game on TV faded into the background - you just noticed Bradley.

A smile crept across his face as he said your name in turn and you nodded. Your stomach was going crazy with butterflies and your heart was pounding so hard, you were convinced Bradley could see the outline through your pink dress. His voice was warm and raspy and had your insides turning into honey.

"It's nice to see you - " He gave you a full hug that was over far too soon. God he smelled so good, too. "- Here, have a seat. Do you want a drink?"

"You too." You took his hand and got on the barstool, placing your clutch on the table and glancing around the bar. "Ummm, what're you having?"

"An old fashioned - sorry," he shook himself and glanced back down at his drink sheepishly, "you just look really pretty."

You cheeks warmed under his stare and you bit your lip. If your knee nudged his underneath the bar-top then that was just an accident. "Thanks, I'll uh - I'll have a margarita?"

Bradley was either really smart or really lucky when he ordered your margarita with your preferred tequila - you only had to pipe up to request salt on the rim.

And then it was just easy. Everything just fell into place. You talked about your time at UVA - he even got you to admit that you were a Tri-Delta after he admitted to being Sigma Chi philanthropy chair -your favorite restaurants and neighborhoods in San Diego, and your job, which Bradley endearingly thought was fascinating - something you wouldn't exactly agree with, but it was flattering all the same.

And it was only because of the easy conversation and banter between the two of you that you finally felt comfortable bringing up your most burning question all evening:

“So, what’s with the bar?” you asked, looking around with a teasing smile on your face. Bradley cocked his head. “I mean, is it just me or is like every naval officer within a forty mile radius here?”

And then the night took a turn...

don't forget to read part 1 to see how the date goes 😉

a/n: so this was just something small to tide me over before i post my next fic about thanksgiving! hope you all liked it!

[archangeldyke-all]

More tattoo artist sevika pls

Maybe our first date or something 👀👀👀

ur wish is my command bb

men and minors dni

so since you asked her out, you're under the impression that you'll be planning the date.

that is not the case.

once sevika's away from you (and no longer hypnotized by your presence) she snaps out of her lovesick haze and rushes to text you.

"i'm taking u out, btw."

"absolutely not, i asked u!" you text back.

"yeah because i couldn't get my brain to fuckin' work while i was looking at u. i'm taking u out. shut up about it."

and then, "ur tit pic nearly gave me an aneurysm, btw."

she picks out a quiet little restaurant with great drinks, reserves a table for you, and gets there thirty minutes early. she has two drinks before you arrive-- nervous as shit and desperate to be cool once you show up.

she's not.

you show up wearing a low cut top and skin tight pants. she chokes on her drink when she sees you.

you have to pound her back while she coughs and sputters.

she hides her face in her hands in embarrassment as you sit across from her once her breathing is under control. you laugh, endeared by how nervous she is around you.

"you're really cute." you say.

she groans. "you make me stupid with how pretty you are." she mumbles.

it's a great first date after the initial awkward bumble. sevika relaxes when she realizes you're teasing her just so she won't tease you-- because her teasing you leads to you getting so flustered you can't even look her in the eyes.

you guys have a few drinks and split a few appetizers. you take turns trying to fluster the other between asking questions about each other and getting to know one another.

your chemistry is off the charts. you've never met anyone you click with quite as quickly as you click with sevika. by the end of the night the two of you are laughing with each other like you've known each other for years.

you end up sitting at the table chatting for hours, until the restaurant closes forcing the two of you to leave. outside the restaurant, sevika awkwardly asks you if you'd like to take a walk with her. you enthusiastically agree, nowhere near ready for the night to be over.

sevika grins when you agree, and you decide to be bold and take her hand in yours. she trips over her own feet, awkwardly laughing when you help her straighten out.

"nervous?" you ask her. she hip checks you gently.

"shut up." she grumbles. you smile and stop walking. she turns around, ready to apologize, and you cut her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek. she's blushing when you pull away.

"you make me nervous too." you say, biting your lip and smiling. "good nervous, though."

"yeah." sevika says with a sparkle in her eyes. "good nervous."

the two of you walk for hours, circling the same block and talking about any and everything.

she tells you secrets she's never told anyone, you tell her practically your whole life story.

you point to her most eye catching tattoos, ask her the story behind each one, what made her choose the design.

it's only when the sky starts to get light that sevika realizes how much time has passed.

"oh fuck." sevika curses, looking down at you. "i am so sorry, i had no idea it was getting so--"

"it's okay." you cut her off. "i did. i just wanted to keep spending time with you." you watch sevika melt, her eyes getting wide and her face going soft. you giggle. "plus i got all my steps in, so that's good."

"probably enough steps for the whole week." she says.

"speaking of... are you free this weekend?" you ask. sevika grins.

"yes." she says, nodding enthusiastically.

"you gonna let me take you out this time?" you ask. she shakes her head no.

"never." she says. you roll your eyes.

"walk me to my car." you demand. sevika does.

when you get to your car-- the only one left in the parking lot besides sevika's, you turn around to hook your hands over sevika's shoulders.

"i'm really glad you asked me out." you whisper.

"i'm really glad you came to silco for your nose piercing." she says.

"i had such a good time tonight." you say.

"me too."

"sevika?" you ask, blinking up at her. her eyes are focused on your lips.

"yeah?"

"can i kiss you?" you ask. she grins.

"yeah."

she leans down as you lean up, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss. something warm and sparkly bubbles in your stomach, and in a moment you're grinning against her lips. she pulls away with a shy smile of her own, clearing her throat and scratching the back of her neck.

"text me when you get home safe." she says. you nod up at her.

"you too." you say.

sevika turns to walk to her car and you watch her go, raising your eyebrows when she stops and turns back around to stride up to you, a determined look on her face.

she scoops you up into her arms and kisses you fiercly, a ray of sun cutting through the sky to illuminate the two of you as you moan into each other. she sets you down three minutes later, much more satisfied with that kiss than the one before it, and then walks backwards all the way to her car, grinning and giggling at your flustered face the whole way.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 1

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

It's retro night. You're looking bomb, feeling fly, ready to get groovy. In a manner of speaking. Platforms, short skirt, a crop top with a faux fur bolero. You are channeling your inner Cher Horowitz.

It's your nineteenth birthday and you can drink your ass off. At last. It's your time. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

Not only are you vibing, you have your posse, your trio of thots. You're not the queen bee but you're a great sidekick. The Regina George of the group is definitely Amanda and her svelte blond hair, but you'd say Kamlai is more the Gretchen Wieners than you.

You smile at the bouncer, a man with a derisive look on his eye that makes you want to dissolve into sand or dust. Whatever. Maybe a nice eerie fog so you can float away. You only catch half his face as he keeps in the shadows, waving in coeds and a few middle-aged creepers.

You wish you got the nice one with the belly. You wait for the silent man to scowl at your ID. He holds it up beside you before he flicks it back to you.

"Thank you, sir," you catch the plastic card against your chest, his eye glinting towards your cleavage.

"Go," he growls and waves forward the next eager club goer.

"Oop, okay, sorry," you make a gesture like Betty Boop, raising your shoulders as you kick a foot up, "have a great night!"

He grumbles and you quickly run to catch up with Kam and Amanda. The pulsing music embraces you and you feel the energy flow into you. This night is gonna be awesome!

"You guys have to make sure to get pics of me!" Amanda hollers above the beat, "with the cutest guy I can find. Seth can eat his heart out."

You shake your head, shrugging off your disappointment. It's supposed to be your day but somehow Amanda always finds her way into the spotlight. You're not going to worry, you're all about fun!

You get your first round of drinks and find a seat. Amanda drinks her pink martini as she scopes out the room. She blows a nonplussed raspberry.

"Ugh, not finding any hunky fuckboys," she rolls her eyes, "I mean, I need someone super fucking hot."

"Don't we all," Kam giggles as her eyes rove, "how about an older guy?"

"Hm?" Amanda gives a pout and twists around to follow Kamlai's gaze. She tilts her head back and forth.

"Not too bad, I'll take the middle one," she winks, "you two can fight over who doesn't get specs."

You look at Kam then back to the three men along the wall. Amanda must be referring to the one with the spiky hair and glasses. He's cute but you're not really into the leering type.

"It's my birthday," you say as Amanda's already on her feet.

You peek at the third guy, sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's not bad. Besides, you just have to dance, Amanda can do all the wants but you're not that kinda gal. You're too damn weird to be the hookup type.

"Fine," Kam rolls her eyes, "I'll take the nerd."

🥂

You grab the stranger's hands and once more drag them off your ass. You put them on your waist and give him a look. Dude, really, take a hint.

Well, he's not a stranger stranger. His name is Cole and he likes flowers. Adorable but still, a bit too old for you.

You turn, an excuse too look around at your friends as you shimmy your hips. Kam isn't as detered as she originally let on and Amanda is gone. Alright…

"How about a drink?" Cole startles you as he leans forward to yell in your ear, "I think I owe the birthday girl at least one."

"Oh, uh, alright," you turn back to him, "sure, I needa sit down anyway."

You follow him to the bar and wait by his arm as he orders. Fuck Amanda, really? Where is she?

"Here," Cole turns back to you, handing over the bright blue cocktail, "birthday special."

You nod and smile. You look at the slice of orange hooked over the edge and sniff the sweet drink. You put your lips to the straw but before you can take a sip, it's torn out of your grasp.

"Hey fucker," the snarl bites through the breakdown of the Cyndi Lauper classic.

A large figure pushes between you and Cole, throwing the drink in his face as he sputters. You gape in surprise and look up as the bouncer stands between you and your erstwhile dance partner. He grabs the smaller man by the collar, knocking his drink to the floor.

"Get the fuck outta here."

The bouncer shoves Cole into a stool and rolls his shoulders. You have no idea what's going on. Cole gulps and looks between you and the large man, himself not by any means small but taking a quick hint. He scrabbles away as you check your feet, a few drops of alcohol on your shoes.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to take drinks from strangers," the bouncer turns with a bark, "fucking bimbo."

You frown at the insult but can't muster a response before he storms away. You peer down at the puddle of the cocktail then spin to see the bouncer disappear through the door. Huh, he must've seen something you didn't. You should've known Cole was a creep. You just hope his friends aren't the same.

[scekrex]

I swear, you can't get rid of me, dude.

Another prompt ✨ Adam and reader playing a "What do you meme" game but it's DIY with instead of actual meme pictures, it's reaction pics of either of them, some of Lute, Sera, Emily and other angels (But mostly them). The reader pulls out a card he made specifically for this occasion that read "When you're playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose" Adam being the dumb bitch that he is doesn't realise anything and searches for an ideal card, the card probably being:

When he finally goes to put the card into the table, he sees the reader on his knee with a nice velvet box, a shiny golden band with a sapphire in the middle and Adam just disconnects from the server, blue screen, the equivalence of this gif:

You say that like I want to get rid of you, nah bitch ur stuck with me now. Also: another crack fic whoop whoop (even tho the ending turned out super soft n cute imo) also Adam's basically me. You have to say that shit straight up to my face otherwise I'll think ur joking lol

I'm liking it better with you

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, yet another crack fic

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If someone would've told you that you'd spend your afterlife with the Adam, you would've called them insane, yet there you were.

Adam was sitting on the couch across from you while you had made yourself comfy on the armchair, between the both of you was a small coffee table and on that table was a card.

‘When you realize the song you always skip is actually fire.'

You giggled to yourself as you played a picture of Lute. Her face was scrunched up and the expression on it basically screamed ‘I was wrong but won't admit it'.

That picture was from when Lute had lost a bet against Adam that had involved you and him hooking up - it was from before the two of you had started dating and was old as fuck but that didn't make the picture less funny.

Adam grinned as you played the card, then he raised an eyebrow, “That’s the best you have to offer, babes?” You simply shrugged, “What, you think I'd play shitty on purpose? C’mon you know me well enough to know that I won't settle with anything less than the closest thing to perfect.” Adam was too focused on the game to understand the hint and to be honest you couldn't really blame him, so you continued the game without another word about it.

You picked the next caption card.

‘When you're cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide.’

Adam was quick to slam a matching picture card on the table, it was a picture of him putting his index fingers together - he accidentally formed an A with his hands - his facial expression was giving praying vibes with his closed eyes and the slightly up tilted chin.

You remembered the day that picture was taken on so clearly, Adam had been in an argument with Lute, she wanted something from Sera and had asked Adam to pull some strings and Adam being the idiot he was had taken on the position shown on the picture right before he snapped at her, “Do I look like motherfucking God? Go talk to Sera yourself, bitch.”

“Fuck that's good,” you admitted quietly, unfortunately Adam had heard you, “Duh, I'm fucking Adam, of course I'm good at this game it features my fucking face and my face is fucking perfect.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the brunette who seemed quite proud of himself, “Yeah whatever Dickmaster, gimme another caption card.”

And so Adam did.

‘When your shampoo says ‘Damage Control’ but deep down you're still broken.’

“Getting personal now, are we?” you teased the taller man who shot you a playful smirk. He leaned against the backrest of the couch and put his arms up to rest on top of it, “Your words babes, not mine.” Oh that motherfucker, how you loved him.

You confidently played a picture card of yourself that time, it showed you passive aggressively slurping a milkshake that Adam had bought you only moments after someone's brat had knocked your ice cream cone onto the ground - ah good old times.

You vividly remember how pissed you had been, fuck, you remember how Adam had yelled at that kid to watch where the fuck she was going and then he had started to pick a fight with the mom and all that just because of some fucking ice cream. In the end Adam had managed to lighten up your mood by buying you that milkshake you were drinking in the picture you had just played. Adam had taken that picture to point out how cute your grumpy face looked, at the time you were not having it but looking back at it he kinda had a point.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your munched up angry little face,” he chuckled as he looked at the picture of you. You stayed silent and played the next caption card, your hands were slightly shaking and by the love of God you hoped Adam was too distracted to notice. And luckily he actually was.

“The fuck is that?” he exclaimed confused as he read the card over and over again, then he looked up at you, “The fuck does ‘When you’re playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose’ even mean?” You shrugged and Adam went through all of his picture cards twice.

And while Adam had been busy picking a card to play, you had gotten out of your seat and were now down on one knee beside him. In your hands there was a little box that was covered in purple velvet and contained a shiny golden band and the most beautiful looking sapphire was gleaming at Adam. It had been hard to find a band made out of pure gold instead of the thing just being gold plated, but in the end you had found the perfect one.

Finally Adam looked up from the cards he was holding and slammed one onto the table, “Try to beat that, bitch.”

On the picture he was frowning, his mask covered his face so the frown was all LED mask but it showed his emotions pretty well, one of his hands was raised as if he were to make a point about something.

At first the brunette blinked confused at the empty chair across from him, then his eyes caught yours and the cocky grin that had sat on his lips so perfectly fell, it left an expression you weren't able to read. “Adam,” you spoke softly, slightly irritated by his reaction but still confident, “I’ve known you ever since I got here and while I'm aware that we spent little time together compared to how long you've been up here,” you continued and you really couldn't help but smile.

Adam on the other hand was completely silent, his expression was blank, there was no emotion on his face at all and it made you worry that this might've been too soon. But you simply inhaled deeply and spoke up again, “And I know that our future together will be even longer, it's not really eternity's thing to have an end after all, but-” you swallowed hard. Why wasn't he reacting, why wasn't he telling you to either quit it or hurry up like he usually did when you took too long?

You swallowed whatever negative feelings were bubbling up your throat and went on to confess, “But that's what I want, Adam. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. I don't want to imagine life up here without you as my partner and I-” Adam made you interrupt yourself as he cupped your cheeks softly, his thumb carefully brushing over your bottom lip, “Keep going babes, I wanna hear what else you have to say.” You gave him a small nod, it took a moment for you to find your voice again but once you did, you finished your little speech, “I not only want you by my side as my boyfriend, but as my husband. So will you take this ring and marry me?”

Adam dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands were still cupping your face ever so softly as his lips met yours. The kiss was warm and soft, slow and almost lazy and Adam wasn't going to pick up the pace, not for that kiss at least. He wanted you to drown in the feeling of his kiss, he wanted you to drown in his love for you and equally he wanted to drown in your love for him. “Yes you little shithead,” the first man whispered against your lips followed by giving them a quick peck, “I’ll marry you.”

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also here r the pics they used as cards in order:

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3) this is the one that inspired the reader picture card

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[resowrites]

Level Up - oneshot.

Summary: Henry gets a taste of what labour pain feels like when he’s hooked up to a TENS machine…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1323

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Level Up - oneshot.

"So, what do you think? Buttercup Haze or Early Morning Mist?" Henry held up both paint samples as she continued flicking through the booklets spread in front of her.

"Mmm… I think they're both a bit too dark for a nursery."

"Really? Early Morning Mist is just white with a hint of green--"

"Exactly, it looks like bird shit," she sighed. "We'll have to keep looking…"

"Well I need a break, I've been looking at samples for so long I've gone cross-eyed."

"Really? I thought your eyes looked back to normal…" She smirked.

"Very funny. Be back in a tick, just gotta shake the dew off the lily--"

"At least that explains the early morning mist."

"… Bloody hell it's no wonder Dave Chapelle keeps working," she gigged. "And you're having some lunch with me when I get back as well."

"Only if you wash your hands--" but something stopped her mid-sentence. When he glanced across, her eyes were screwed shut and both hands were on her stomach.

"Darling, what's wrong? Are you in pain?!" She nodded quickly, causing Henry to shoot out of his chair and to her side. "Alright darling, just take deep breaths. Now, is it a tightening pain?"

"No… stabbing."

"Okay, and for how long?"

"Just a few seconds." She blew out a breath and Henry could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

"Well, let's get you in the living room so you can lie down. And then I'll call the midwife…" He pulled her up from the chair and guided her carefully onto the sofa in the next room.

"No, I don't think there's any need…" But sitting down caused her to cry out.

"Right, that's it, we're going to the hospital!"

"Henry, relax… it'll pass."

"But you just cried out!"

"Yeah, cos it's round ligament pain! It always gets worse when you move…"

"Are you sure? You don't look the best--"

"Charming…"

"Ollie, be serious, you could be going into early labour!" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be silly--"

"You're not bleeding or anything are you?"

"No, darling. But you might need to go fetch the TENS machine…"

"The what machine?"

"It looks like the moisture meter you bought when the kitchen flooded… except it's got leads connected to electrodes."

"… Are you sure I can't just use the moisture meter?" She shot Henry a death stare. "Alright, alright! God I was just trying to introduce a bit of levity!" But her death stare remained and he rushed into the kitchen. "Which drawer is it in?"

"Should be the one on the top left…"

"Okay… think I've got it." He jogged back into the living room clutching a thick knot of wires. "Might take me a minute to get all of this untangled--"

"Nope, give it here, by the time you'll be finished I really will be in labour…"

"Hey, I'm not that hopeless!"

"Oh please, you didn't get the Christmas lights untangled till Boxing Day…"

"Well, it's good to see you're not in so much pain you can't still have a go at me!"

"Just give me the bloody wires!" Henry held them aloft.

"Say please…"

"Henry, you give me those wires right now or I'll hook you up to this bloody thing!" He pursed his lips but handed them over all the same.

"I thought it was meant to provide pain relief?"

"It does, but on the higher levels it simulates labour pain."

"Really? What for?" She shrugged.

"To torture idiot husbands, I guess."

"Oh please, I bet I've had shits more painful."

"As reluctant as I am to doubt that, there's no way you'd cope with the pain this dishes out."

"Rubbish, I've run full marathons, had major ligament injuries--"

"Cos both those examples are totally comparable to giving birth…"

"I'm not saying it isn't painful, just that it's a bit exaggerated."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, pass it over and I'll show you."

"You'll have to wait your turn, I'm growing a baby with its dad's big nose and it's making my tummy hurt…"

"How do you know you're not hurting because its arse is growing like yours?" The death stare returned, followed by a smirk.

"Fine. If you really think you're up to it, stick these to the base of your stomach…" Henry lifted up his shirt and wriggled his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and attached both electrodes. "By the way, you'll want to sit or lie down for this."

"Nonsense, it can't be that bad." She smiled again and hastily turned on the machine. He stayed standing but quickly began giggling. "Hey, that tickles! Oh my God, is this what all the fuss is about? You women--" but the expression on Henry's face soon changed and he swallowed hard.

"What were you saying?"

"Nothing…"

"Are you sure? You're not in pain are you?" He took a deep breath and tried to stand straighter.

"Nah, it's more of a pleasant warming sensation actually…"

"Oh, I must not have it high enough." She pressed the top arrow on the little machine several more times. Henry was now biting his lip. "How's that?"

"Mhmm…"

"Sorry, what was that?"

"S'fine."

"Really?" He nodded but began shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, I must say I'm impressed. I usually can't go beyond that level. Let's go a little higher…" Henry's eyes went wide before quickly screwing shut. In just seconds he was bent over. "How're you doing now?" Henry didn't need to look at her to know she was grinning. He started taking deeper breaths.

"Yeah… a bit… intense… but… nothing… I… can't… handle."

"Wow, I guess you really are tougher. We're not at the higher levels yet though…" Henry's head shot up.

"What?! How… much… more?" He squeaked out.

"Well, let's see…" Gleefully, she pressed the button a couple more times. Henry cried out and collapsed to the floor. He hugged his knees and rocked from side to side, though it provided little relief. "Ready to give up?"

"… No!" In response, she pressed the button again and the machine even started to hum its output was so high. Henry screamed.

"What about now?" By that time he was curled into a ball, unable to answer at first. "Darling? Blink if you want me to stop." Henry's eyes squeezed shut. "Darling was that a blink or are you having a seizure?" He rolled onto his back and started groaning. "We'll go higher then, yeah?"

"NO!!!"

"Are you sure?"

"YES, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!!!"

"Are you going to apologise for your earlier remarks about women?"

"NOWWWWWW!!!"

"Well, are you?!"

"YES, YES JUST TURN IT OFF!"

"Apologise first."

"I'M SORRYYYYYY!!!" She smiled and switched the machine off. All Henry could do was lay panting in the middle of the living room floor. "Jesus Christ… I'm actually sweating!"

"Really? Cos I'm actually feeling a lot better…" He slowly climbed to his feet, clutching his stomach as he did so.

"By God woman, what level did you have it on really?!" Henry slumped beside her and grabbed the machine. "Oh my God, you were nowhere near finished!"

"Exactly, now imagine a higher level of the pain you just felt, for possibly days on end. Still think labour's a piece of piss?" To his credit, he looked genuinely contrite.

"I'm so sorry, darling. And I'm sorry that's what you have to go through just to bring our baby into the world…" Henry looked down sadly and she cupped his face, placing a kiss on one sweaty cheek.

"It's alright, love. But that's why I need you by my side, helping me through it--"

"Well rest assured, I'm going to do everything I can! Though by the time you're done with me, I'll probably need pain relief as well…" She took his hand and placed a kiss on top of it. "No different than any other day, then." They smirked at each other and shared a kiss.

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[chellybean15]

I wish it was me. Tyler Galpin x reader

TW: angst, fluff, and swearing

This is my first time writing anything like this so I'm sorry if it sucks.

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Today, you were going on a date with one of your classmates, Jessie Ryan. He's a vampire that attends Nevermore. You were beyond excited, so you decided to go to the Weathervane to tell your best friend, Tyler Galpin.

When you arrived at the Weathervane, you were already dressed up for your date. Wearing a a little bit above the knee length, light grey, small sleeve dress with black sandals. Your makeup was just like usual with a cat eye and some mascara. When Tyler saw you he was absolutely taken aback by how pretty you looked.

" Hey there", Tyler said as he sat beside you. " What are you all dressed up for."

" I have a date with Jessie today." You told him. He looked up at you with slightly widened eyes and a gloomy look on his face, which you caught onto quickly. " Is something wrong Ty?" You asked.

" Oh. Um no, I'm okay." He said still holding that gloomy look on his face. You decided not to push him on it. You know he would tell you if something was bothering him. You smiled at him to brighten up the situation.

You received a text message, and when looking down at your phone you saw Jessie had texted you, telling you he was on his way to pick you up. You smiled at your phone which caused the look on Tyler's face to become more sour and prominent.

You turned to look back up at Tyler. When you look up at him, he's looking at you with what looks like disappointment. You thought he said nothing was wrong, which made you sad to think that he lied to you, you'll talk to him later about it.

You heard the door to the café open. That's when Jessie walked up behind you, tapping on your shoulder. You turned around and smiled when you saw him.

" You ready to go?" He asked. He looked you up and down smiling. " You look really pretty today Y/N." He said.

" Thank you Jess. You look great too, and yes I am ready." You said. taking his hand as he led you towards the door. You looked back at Tyler and waved goodbye, yet he just rolled his eyes and went back to work.

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The date was didn't go as planned. You realized that Jessie and you had nothing in common. All he talked about was all the girls he hooks up with and basically interrogated you on if you ever hooked up with Tyler, of course you said no.

" Are you sure you never hooked up with Tyler?" Jessie asked.

" I promise on my life that I never hooked up with Tyler. I'm not sure if I ever thought of him that way." You said.

" That's so weird now that you say that." He said.

" What do you mean?" You asked.

" Tyler practically follows you around like a lost puppy dog. He looked really upset about our date too. I also overheard Enid talking about how Tyler kept telling her how much he liked you and wished you felt the same for him. Lowkey feel bad for the guy." Jessie stated.

Woah. That was a lot to take in. Had Tyler really liked you all this time? It does explain his sour mood at the Weathervane today after you told him about your date.

Everything Jessie said started to click in your head. All the times where Tyler comforted you because of a guy or when your parents never showed up for parents day. All the times where his hugs would linger on for awhile or the times he kept watching you when you'd watch movies together. It all started to make sense. Tyler did love you. You had a tiny crush on Tyler when you first met him but when he started dating his ex girlfriend, you tried to suppress your feelings for him but it only made it hurt worse. Now that you figured out that Tyler has feelings for you, it caused all the feelings you had for him before come rushing back. You needed to see him.

" I'm guessing this date is over?" Jessie asked. " I can tell that you just realized everything."

" Oh. Yeah. I'm really sorry about the date ending. I just realized that I have feelings for Tyler too. The picnic was fun though. I enjoyed hanging out with you. Bye." You said waving as you ran towards Tyler's house.

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When you finally got to Tyler's house, you were out of breath. You knocked on the door to see if he was home since his dad's truck was gone. Tyler answered the door in his PJs.

" What are you doing here Y/N?" He asked with a groggy voice. He must have just woken up. " What happened to your date?"

" I just got done with the date. It didn't go as planned." You said.

" Well that's to bad. What happened? If you don't mind me asking." He said.

" We just didn't have that much in common, and I realized that I rather it have been someone else with me on that date." You said, trying to muster up some confidence to confess your feelings.

" Oh? I'm sorry it didn't work out. I'm sure you'll mind someone eho has the same interests as you. Anyways, I'm pretty tired so I'm gonna go back to bed. Goodnight Y/N." He said walking back inside about to close the door.

" Wait!" You said loudly. "I really need to talk to you. Please."

He turned around towards you. "What's up Y/N?" He asked kinda concerned.

"Why were you so upset at the Weathervane? After I told you about my date today." You asked. He looked at you confused. " I know something was wrong. I certainly don't appreciate that you lied to me."

" You're right. I was upset, and I'm sorry I lied to you but I was just a little hurt that's all." He said with a pained look.

" Why were you hurt?" You asked.

" Seeing you with jessie hurt me because I was wishing it was me who you were all excited to go on a date with. I've liked you since the minute I met you. I just always wished you felt the same. I understand that you don't feel the same way and I feel stupid confessing everything but I don't want to lie to you anymore." He said with tears forming in his eyes.

You took a minute to think about what you were going to say next.

" I like you too Tyler." He froze looking up at you in shock. " I never said anything about it because I thought I moved on after you got with your ex girlfriend, but talking to Jessie and him saying that you like me brought back all the feelings I have for you. I honestly wished I never tried to suppress them." You said.

Tyler stood there for a second trying to process everything you just said. Then after a minute or so he came up to you and took your face in his hands and gave you the softest kiss in the world. It was amazing. It felt like you finally knew where you were supposed to be. Right here in Tyler's arms. After some time you pulled away.

" Wow." He said.

" Yeah. That was amazing." You said.

" How would you feel if I asked you to be my girlfriend?" he asked.

" I would be honored." You said.

" Well in that case. Will you be my girlfriend? And maybe go have a movie and cuddle marathon?" He asked.

" I would love to." You said as you followed him inside.

That night was definitely a night to remember. You two enjoyed cuddle and watching movies all night.

[silverskye13]

Hi again! Unrelated to cat pics, I do have a book-related question. (Sorry for sending two asks in one night. I only thought of this after sending the fuzz goblin orz). I just finished The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher after seeing it in a list of books you recommended. Given that it's the first non-audio book I've finished in a while, it's safe to say I really liked it! I remember you'd mentioned in the post that you were real into horror, so I was curious if you had any other spooky recommendations you wanted to share. No pressure to respond, of course! Just curious :>

Don't worry about sending multiple asks! If I feel like I can't answer them I will save them for later ^_^

And! Ah!! Let me do some digging. Horror/thriller books fun. Spook books rec list under the cut!

I probably don't need to recommend it, since you've already read one, but T. Kingfisher makes really fun horror. Creepy and suspenseful. I also liked The Hollow Places by her, and her Sworn Soldier books are also horror! For body horror and language, I would rate her horror book somewhere above PG-13 but below R.

I'm also going to blanket recommend Darcey Coates. I have read around 6? Of her books? And there was only one I didn't like. Darcey Coates has an amazing way with specifically haunted house themed horror. She transforms the standard tropes really, really well. And she's not afraid! To let there actually be ghosts!! It's very cool. The Haunting of Rookward House was the first one I read, and stands out still in my memory. One of the scares in particular made me drop the book. I don't know how she manages to write jump scares but,,, oof. The Carrow Haunt is another I really liked the premise of. My favorite by far was Craven Manor. I could probably write a thesis on why I like her horror books so much. To keep it brief: Darcey Coates understands that horror means something (ie the monster is also a theme) and that you have to actually like the characters to be scared for them, and I love her for that.

Her books are rated PG-13. To my knowledge they're all pretty tame.

The Fisherman by John Langan.

Rated E for Explicit, body horror, general gruesomeness.

A more mature read, and two stories in one. A lovecraftian-style horror about two men who are mourning their wives and going fishing -- and the monstrous land they fish on. I go back and forth on how much I like this book. On the worst days it's still a solid 3 out of 5. On the best days, 10/10. I found myself way more invested in the legend of the place than the characters the story was following, but I still got emotion out of the ending.

The Croning by Laird Baron

Rated E for Explicit. Body horror. Slow burn horror.

So, this one has me a bit at a disadvantage because it's been awhile. I remember liking it a lot, but I can't wholly remember the plot. I do remember it's like, lovecraftian horror -- but the monster is the main character's wife. And you, the reader, know it's his wife. But he doesn't. And watching him try to defend the wife he loves so much, while she's obviously some quietly lurking evil, is just, really interesting. They have a family together. They're genuinely happy. But it's like watching someone fall in love with a known serial killer. There's just something... Wrong here.

Good vibes! More of a slower read.

The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in a Castle, by Shirley Jackson

Rated PG-13, slow burn horror

The horror of being alone. Shirley Jackson writes it well. They're older books, and slower and more subtle than a lot of modern horror, but there is something scary about how relatable the characters are. How twisted up it makes you, empathizing with them, watching them descend to their doom. Hill House still makes me cry sometimes, thinking about Eleanor. These books are a bit situational, I feel like. If you know what it's like to be alone, know how existentially scary it is to feel unimportant to the people around you, these books will sink hooks in. If you don't find that concept scary, mostly these books will make you think these people should get out more.

Cold Storage by David Koepp

Rated PG-13 to R, language, fungi based body horror, viscera, violence

I recommended this on my other book recs list, but Cold Storage is just. Fun. It's scary too! When the "monster" gets going it Gets Going. But the main characters are awesome. It reads a bit more like an action book than straight horror, and I so desperately wanted the good guys to win. I was scared for them the whole final act of the book.

Anyway -- mutant mold spores compel people to climb up to high places and explode, spreading their spores around more. Thank God the only outbreak of that got carpet bombed to hell, and the one sample remaining was safely contained in a government facility where it could only be used to research a cure, right? :) Right? :(

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Rated PG-13, violence, language, adult themes

So this leans a lot harder on conventional fantasy, but there are so many horror themes in this book I'm adding it to the list. A girl is taken from her village every [number I can't remember] years and given to the local dragon [wizard] to keep the villages safe from The Wood. But the Wood is old, cunning, and vindictive, and what once only infected the land has now begun to seed itself within the heart of men.

This book made me feel truly hopeless at times. The characters really are fighting a ruthless enemy, one that should kill them over and over, and yet somehow, they scrape by. The horror of The Wood cannot be understated, and even it's explanation doesn't take away it's strength, in my opinion. It has a happy ending, but man, it's a fight getting there.

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman

Rated R for everything. Body horror, blood and gore, sexual assault, rape, language, everything

Another one that I waffle back and forth on whether I like it or not. I feel like if I met Buehlman in real life, I would fist fight him over this book. There are some choices I definitely don't like [I thought the last 3 chapters could've been cut]. But. It's fucking scary.

Lucifer has released all the horrors of hell on the medieval world. Plagues. Demons. Tortures. Pillages. Everything. And God... Doesn't answer.

The rest of the book follows a disgraced knight, a gay priest, and a little girl as they trek across medieval Europe, trying to do something about it. The demons are scary and terrible. The people are even more so. If you want a truly bleak and terror filled read, this is a good one. But it's also really, really intense. I had to put it down a few times. This is a scary read. Not a fun read. And mind the tags.

Ten by Gretchen McNeil

Rated PG-13 for blood and violence

Ten teenagers go to an island to have a party. One of them is a murderer. A night of terror ensues.

This is YA horror, so a little more mild than some of the others on this list! But! I loved it! Had some awesome planting, and it really felt like, if I'd just paid a little more attention, I could've figured out who the killer was. There is some masterful weaving of tropes in this book too. The smokescreen of stereotypical characters. I can't talk about it too much or I'll get excited and spoil it. Just. McNeil was smart about this one I think.

The Girl from the Well by Ten Chupeco

Rated PG-13 for blood, violence, and attempted violence against minors by adults

The movie The Ring but from the ghost's perspective -- oh and also there's another even scarier ghost stirring shit up in the background. Another one I can't talk too much about without getting excited and spoiling things. I remember being a bit confused about who the main character was in the beginning. Be ye warned, one of the main characters is, in fact, a vengeful spirit, and she does murder people she doesn't like in terrible ways. It's her toxic trait.

This list is getting super long and I'm getting tired so! I'm going to end it here!

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of the Fandom Free Bingo ~ Frosty Edition, hosted by @fandom-free-bingo! 💙

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.

If you'd like to check my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist! For now, I hope you will enjoy the works I've created while participating in the Fandom Free Bingo ~ Frosty Edition! 💙

I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be kept up to date when I post new fanfictions, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 💙

Card: @fandom-free-bingo || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 💙 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||

B1: Dick pic

Night, Night, Nugget! || 🥀 💙 || Bucky Barnes Prompt || B2: Sleepy sex Your nighttime routine may not always be the most conventional when married to an Avenger, but you two have found a way to make it work for your little family. Bucky is often away for missions, which makes the evenings he is home with you and your toddler even more special, and the three of you make them unforgettable each time.

His innocent assistant || Part 2 || 💙 🌶️ || Tony Stark Prompt || B3: "I'm going to kill you." Tony enjoys taking you to his parties as his date since he loves to show off his sweet, innocent assistant to everyone willing to hear about you. This time, however, the party doesn't go entirely to plan as he finds you flirting with none other than the God of Mischief himself, and jealousy takes over his entire being.

Sweet as pie || 💙 🌶️ || Ransom Drysdale Prompt || B4: Ropes You're treating your husband, Ransom, to a beautiful and romantic dinner for your anniversary, but he doesn't know that he is the dessert you've been thinking of all week. You can't wait to sink your teeth into him and tasing every last bit he has to offer you.

Listen || 🥀 💙 || Steve Rogers Prompt || B5: Exes hook up Working together with your ex is already difficult enough, but the fact that you're sleeping in the bedroom next to him isn't much better. Since the two of you have broken up, Steve has brought home many women, and you are starting to lose sleep because they keep making too much noise. When you try to get Steve to stop, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and you end up in his bed again.

That's My Girl || 🥀 💙 🌶️ || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || I1: Whispered Sweet Nothings You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.

I2: Matchmaking AU

... Who's the fairest of them all? || 🌶️ || Loki Laufeyson Prompt || I3: Voyeur After your last experience in front of your life-size mirror, you switch roles, and Loki happily lets you take the lead. From telling him how to touch himself to showing him how perfect he is as he reaches his highs, he will never get enough of it, and he might just be convinced to switch roles more often.

Handsome Stranger || 💙 🌶️ || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || I4: Roleplaying You weren't sure when Tony brought up this idea the first time, but after a few more talks about it, you finally gave in. That's how you found yourself in the middle of a busy bar, ready to be picked up by your husband. However, to everyone else around you, you look just like a couple of strangers having their first meeting.

I5: Cuddled to sleep

N1: Wrestler AU

N2: Moral Support

A bun in the oven || Part 1 || 🥀 💙 🌶️ || Baker!Tony Stark Prompt || N3: First Ultrasound The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.

N4: Fairy AU

On my knees for you || Part 1 || 💙 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark Prompt || N5: Nipple Play Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.

Can't keep my hands to myself || 💙 🌶️ || Chris Evans ~ RPF Prompt || G1: ''I couldn't sleep'' Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.

G2: Price Tag

G3: Professional Chef AU

Warmth || 💙 || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark Prompt || G4: "Are you feeling better now?" You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.

Never grow up || 💙 || Tony Stark Prompt || G5: Tucking into bed Your beautiful son came home a few hours ago, and now you witness Tony having a sweet moment with him, making your heart beat faster and filling with love like never before.

O1: X plus 1

O2: Teasing 

O3: ''Don't be afraid''

O4: First steps

Spin The Bottle || 💙 🌶️ || Robert Downey Jr. ~ RPF Prompt || O5: "What do you want?" Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 3: Faith

Contents | Part 2 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Fem Reader) After a less than ideal morning, you find the lines in your relationship with the priest continuing to blur.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, unhappy relationships, emotional infidelity, drug paraphernalia. Readers must be 18+

There were voices in the kitchen; laughter, conversation, the sound of cutlery on plates, the smell of coffee drifting down the hall. 

You wished you were a morning person, that you possessed the will to drag yourself out of bed early enough to join your housemates at the breakfast table, to eat toast and gossip before work like those people do on Friends. But you were nothing like the people on Friends - not unless Jennifer Aniston secretly rolled out of bed after snoozing her alarm four times too. 

You'd made your way downstairs, sitting on the last step to put your boots on as you listened to the noise coming from the kitchen. The door creaked open soon after - making everything louder, clearer - followed by the sound of your housemate Sean walking into the hall. 

"You're gonna make me late for work, Gee," he said with a slight laugh. "Yeah, whatever, bye!" 

He let the door swing closed and walked down the hall towards the front door, passing you as you sat on the stairs tying your laces. 

"Bye, Sean," you said. 

"Jesus fuck!"

You watched as he practically leapt off the ground in fright, turning and looking down at you with wide eyes, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. 

"You scared the shit out of me," he said. 

"Sorry." 

He sighed, calming himself and grabbing his car keys off the hook on the wall. "I swear you do it on purpose." 

"I was just saying goodbye..." 

"Yeah, like a little ghost girl all tucked away in a dark corner." 

You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to your boots. 

He opened the front door, stopping and turning back to you before stepping out. "Your boyfriend's a knob by the way." 

"Yeah I know- Wait, why? What's he done now?"

"Let me down for those photos he said he'd do." He let all his weight rest on one leg, placing a hand on his hip in obvious frustration. "My clients rang me last night, fuming, saying the photographer I'd sent to take pictures of their house never showed up. The wife waited in for him apparently, closed her shop for the whole day and he never even called to say he wasn't coming. So they've decided to go with Goldberg's instead. Fucking Goldberg's." 

"Isn't that the estate agents' next door to yours?"

"Yep. So that's why your boyfriend's a knob. Because I went out of my way to get him work, and he repaid me by losing a £1.2million house sale to the rival agents next door." 

You stood up, pressing your lips together and exhaling through your nose. "I'll talk to him." 

"Please do." He gestured towards the kitchen. "Because I just almost throttled him when he told me it 'wasn't a big deal' and he 'thought he could swing by and snap the pics any time'." 

Sean's impression of Alfie was always spot on; somehow perfectly capturing his tone, his mannerisms, the nonchalance that teetered between charming and infuriating. It made you breathe out a slight laugh, partly because of the accuracy of his imitation. But mostly in resignation, like you weren't even surprised he'd been let down at all. 

He walked out and closed the front door behind him, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the hall chewing the inside of your cheek. You let out a huff, shaking your shoulders and rolling your neck to relieve the tension that had stashed itself there, before grabbing your coat from the cupboard and shrugging it on. 

You stuffed a hand inside your pocket as you pushed through the door to the kitchen, furrowing your brow as your fingers made contact with something small and metallic inside. 

"Oh, good morning!" said Gina as she stood with her elbows resting on the breakfast bar. 

"Morning," said Alfie, kissing you on the side of the head as he walked past you, sitting down at the bar with a bowl of cereal.

You pulled out the small metallic thing, looking down at a Zippo lighter sitting in the palm of your hand. It was heavy, gunmetal, flowers and a fancy 'G' engraved on the side. 

"Gina can you please stop wearing my coat?" you said with an exasperated sigh. 

"Sorry," she replied distractedly, like she wasn't actually sorry at all. "It just looked good with the outfit I had on." 

You lifted the collar to your nose, taking in a slight smell of cigarettes, a perfume that wasn't yours, and grimaced to yourself. 

"Anyway, I thought you wouldn't mind so much," she continued. "Since I let you off with paying your rent late again this month." 

You rolled your eyes and slipped the lighter back in your pocket before making your way over to the kettle. 

It was Gina's house. In more ways than one. While it was quite literally her house - a gift from her wealthy, property tycoon father, a place for her to live freely while charging cheap rent to a few friends - it was also her leverage, her way of getting away with whatever she wanted; playing loud music, having loud sex, decorating without consulting anyone, borrowing your clothes without asking.

She'd been your best friend once, and if anyone were to ask, you'd probably say she still was. You admired her; envied her confidence, appreciated her candor. But truthfully, you couldn't remember the last time you'd walked away from an interaction with her without having to unclench your jaw. 

"I made too much smoothie if you want some," she said. "It's still in the blender." 

"No thanks," you replied as you poured boiling water over the instant coffee in your travel mug. "I'm running late, got to head straight off." 

"Running late? You're volunteering, can't you just show up whenever you want?"

You turned around, leaning back against the counter. "Doesn't really work like that, Gee."

You still weren't sure why you told them you were volunteering at the church; why you hadn't said it was a work thing, or maybe just not told them where you'd been going at all.

"Mm," Alfie mumbled, turning to you as he swallowed a mouthful of cereal. "I forgot, I'm not going to be able to pick you up later."

"What? Wh- But you promised. You promised I wouldn't have to get the bus home."

"Yeah I know, sorry. There's been a last minute change of-"

"It's my fault," Gina interrupted, placing a hand on her chest apologetically. "I asked if he could drive me to pick up some furniture from an online seller across town. It's gorgeous stuff, goes so well with the new living room decor. And well, I can't exactly lug it all the way back on foot."

Your eyes moved between the two of them, entirely unamused. 

"I thought you wouldn't mind," she continued. "Since we'll all get use out of it."

"I don't sit in the living room. Ever."

"Well maybe you will once we have a nice new chaise lounge."

You blinked a few times, lips parted in stunned silence, before turning your attention to Alfie. "So is this your new thing or something? Letting people down?" 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he replied defensively. 

"Me, Sean..." 

"Oh fuck sake." He rolled his eyes and stood up, obviously still wound up by whatever Sean had said to him. "Tell you what then, Ellis, why don't you and Sean just go and throw an 'I hate Alfie' party-" 

"Oh I would, but I doubt I'd make it back in time," you began, raising your voice as he marched out of the room. "Y'know, since I'm having to get the fucking bus home!" 

He slammed the door behind him and the kitchen fell silent. You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a huff, your eyes flitting across the room to Gina as she sat down on Alfie's barstool. 

"Why don't you just skip today?" she asked.

"Because I don't want to. I shouldn't have to." You shrugged. "I've... been enjoying it." 

"But it's church," she laughed. "Honestly, Ellis, I don't think I've ever seen a non-religious person so enthusiastic about going to church in my whole life." 

"Well... it's not just about religion. It's about... community and... and..."

"Yeah but you've been going a lot." 

"So?"

"Is the priest fit or something?" she asked jokingly. "Because that's the only reason you'd catch me spending all my free time there-" She stopped suddenly, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my god, that's it, isn't it. You're fucking a priest."

"Ha ha," you replied sarcastically. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell Alfie," she continued to tease. 

"I'm not sleeping with the bloody priest." 

It came out slightly more defensive than you'd meant it to. But she didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe you should. There's actually something quite hot about that, don't you think? Very erotic novel." 

You turned around and grabbed your travel mug, screwing on the lid as she continued to talk.

"Imagine it: dirty talk in the confessional booth, wrists bound with rosaries, sunlight shining through stained glass onto your naked bodies, legs spread on the altar- Do you reckon he'd say grace before he ate you out?"

You snapped back around. "Gina."

"Oh I'm just taking the piss," she said, chuckling to herself. "You know I get carried away." 

"Yeah well you've stolen my lift home so I'm not really in the mood." 

"Sorry," she said sincerely, pushing out her bottom lip slightly. 

You stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at her, watching her fingers slip into the handle of her mug, the way she flicked her hair off her shoulder before taking a sip. 

She'd begun to stare off into space, eyes glossy, head cocked slightly to one side. And you wondered if she was still picturing it, still imagining you with whatever version of Father Benedict she'd created in her head. Or maybe she'd replaced you in her fantasy completely, so now it was just Gina and some random man in a clergy collar going at it on the altar of a church.

It was like you'd become a permanent fixture; as everlasting within the walls of the chapel as the tapestries and statues that adorned its walls. You'd been attending services and events within the parish for the past few weeks, swearing after each one that it would be the last, that you were going to put a stop to it. But somehow you always came back, like you were drawn to Father Benedict, like he was a drug you kept promising to quit. 

You would always sit in the back row of the pews, eyes fixed on him as he spoke, his deep, resonant voice echoing against the tall ceilings. Sometimes you would really listen to what he was preaching, even find it interesting, thought provoking. But most of the time you were just waiting for it to end, practicing in your head what you were going to say to him after it was over.

Today was the first baptism service you'd ever witnessed, and you found it equally as fascinating as you did disconcerting, especially when one baby began to scream as the holy water touched its skin and the music from The Omen started playing in your head. You watched as Father Benedict carried out the service, admiring how charming and charismatic he was, how he managed to put the families at ease, make little jokes that created soft ripples of laughter through the chapel. 

When he moved on to deliver his sermon, you found yourself catching his attention every so often; exchanging glances with him, subtle smiles, making him lose his place and stumble slightly over his words. It was as though every time he noticed you sitting in that back row, he was relieved to see you there. Maybe because he thought he was helping you on your journey, that his guidance was making it easier for you to return to the church. Or maybe it was because he enjoyed your company, perhaps even longed for it when he lay alone at night. 

You were doing it again, letting your mind drift to those less-than-holy places where his voice didn't echo against a chapel ceiling, but instead groaned directly into your ear. Where those fingers that so delicately clasped together in prayer came apart to slip beneath the fabric of your clothes. You felt flustered, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly as you crossed one leg over the other, trying desperately to quell the growing ache between them.

"So just a few things to end on," said Father Benedict, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "We have our St Augustine's Primary children coming in with their parents next week for mass as they prepare for their first Holy Communion. I'm sure we'll all make them feel very welcome. Secondly, I've had a few members of the parish ask if we still have any dates available for weddings this year, and the answer to that is yes! We actually have quite a lot of availability so come talk to us about it, I would love to marry you all. Well, not marry you all. I mean marry- perform your marriage ceremonies." He paused. "I'm sure you're all lovely but I doubt we'd all fit under one marital roof." 

A laugh rumbled through the chapel. You giggled too, relaxing back into your seat as he finished the rest of his announcement. 

You waited patiently for the crowd to disperse, even exchanging smiles and muttering a quiet congratulations to the Omen baby's parents as they made their way out. But when you saw June walking in your direction with the donations tray, as usual you began to panic. It was as if she did it on purpose; enjoyed watching you fumble and scrape together whatever spare change you could find as she ominously shuffled towards you. 

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your coat, brows coming together in confusion as you pulled out a rolled up £20 note that, like everything else in your coat, must have belonged to Gina. 

You unrolled the note and looked up at June, before shrugging your shoulders and throwing it into the tray. 

"How generous," she said plainly. "Funny how it's curled up like that." 

You glanced into the tray, noticing how the note had rolled itself back up like a cigarette. Your mouth immediately pressed into a straight line as you realised what Gina must have been using it for. 

"Yeah, weird," you said with an awkward laugh, glancing past her towards Father Benedict. "Sorry, excuse me." 

You'd noticed an opening; a rare moment where he stood alone, unengaged by members of his congregation. You stood up quickly, rushing down the aisle towards him and tapping him on the shoulder. 

"I think I just donated a coke-soiled bank note to your church," you whispered.

"You what?" he whispered back, brows furrowed, nose scrunched in confusion. 

"It wasn't mine," you said, as if that made it any better. 

He paused for a moment, shaking his head as he stared at you, the corner of his mouth raising with a mystified smile. "Lovely to see you, as always, Ellis." 

You exhaled a soft laugh through your nose and began to eye him slowly, your gaze trailing over his face, lips, neck, chest, hands- It took a moment for you to realise what you were doing; the blatant ogling, how you were practically drinking in the sight of him, even in his long white alb and fancy patterned stole. 

You snapped your eyes back up to his face and cleared your throat. "Anyway, I was about to head off," you said. "But I thought I'd ask first if there's anything I can help with...?"

That was a lie. You had no intentions of heading off, not if there was even the smallest chance of spending some extra time with him. 

"No, not today," he said, before holding up his index finger like a thought had struck him. "But you did just remind me, I had a favour to ask you." 

"A favour?" 

He looked around the emptying chapel before gesturing for you to walk with him. You obliged, following him down a back hallway and into what you assumed was his office. It was a small room with only one narrow window on the far wall, letting in just a sliver of light to illuminate the cluttered space. There was a desk, a half-filled bookcase, and a small two-seater couch covered in boxes from his move.

He rushed over and picked them up, putting them in the corner of the room and dusting off the couch with his hand. "Have a seat," he said. "Sorry about the state of in here. I promise once I finish settling in at the rectory, I'll sort this place out too." 

"it's fine," you said with a shrug as you sat down. "The favour isn't for me to clean up in here, is it?" 

"Hm? Oh, no. No, of course not," he replied with a laugh, continuing to speak as he began to remove his long white robes, revealing a plain black shirt and trousers underneath. "Actually it's er- Well a friend of mine, her name's Catherine, she's about to open a bakery back in the parish I used to work in before I- well..." 

"Had a crisis of faith."

"Yeah that one. Anyway, she's having a grand opening sort of thing this Wednesday and she wants to try and fill the place out with as many people as she can, y'know? So I wondered if... maybe you wouldn't mind coming? With me?" 

Not a date, you began to tell yourself immediately, as if trying to extinguish the sparks of hope and delusion before they even had a chance to catch light. You also have a boyfriend, your mind added. A fact you were beginning to resent more than you valued.

"I just don't fancy going on my own," he continued. "And quite honestly, I enjoy your company." 

You could feel a grin fighting to spread across your face, but you held it back. "Thanks," you said coolly. "I'll erm, I'll have to check I'm not working. But if not, I'd- yeah. I'll go." 

"Great. Thank you." He paused, thinking for a moment. "I don't think I've ever asked you what you do for a living..." 

"Baby photography," you replied bluntly. 

"Baby photography..."

"Well, I work at a studio that specialises in it. But I don't take the pictures, I just edit them."

"Ah." He nodded, an eyebrow raised with intrigue. "Do you enjoy it?"

"Not really. I find the whole thing creepy, to be honest."

"Creepy?"

"Well yeah, these little fleshy things all folded up and posed while they sleep, dressed up in silly costumes and lay inside wheelbarrows and wicker baskets." You shuddered. "No human being should be small enough to fit inside a flower pot." 

Amusement crept across his face, the unmistakeable smirk whenever you'd been unintentionally funny. 

"Today must have been hell for you then," he teased. "Church full of babies."

You laughed softly. "I'd rather a church full of babies than be stuck at home." 

"How come?" 

"Oh, nothing." You waved your hand dismissively, like you were trying to sound unbothered. But the rest of your body seemed to give you away; chest deflating, shoulders sinking in on themselves, eyes falling to the floor. 

"You know," he began, sitting down behind the desk. "I am your priest. If you're having troubles or concerns or you just need someone to confide in, that's what I'm here for..." 

You glared across at him, almost annoyed with how easily he was able to draw things from you, before letting out a long sigh. "I don't know what to do about... someone." 

He placed his hands on the table, clasping them together in front of himself as he leaned in to listen. "Go ahead." 

"I- I wonder sometimes if I'm…" you trailed off, letting out an uncomfortable laugh and gesturing to where you were both sitting. "You know what, I can't do this. It feels like I'm in fucking therapy or something." 

His eyes flitted between his desk and the couch. "Would it help if I came and sat next to you instead?"

You nodded. "Yeah, maybe. I don't know." 

He stood up and made his way across the room, sitting down in the space at your side. You were twiddling your fingers, biting your lip in thought as you felt his body shift, twisting slightly to face you.

"Do you give relationship advice?" you asked without looking up. 

He paused. "It depends. But I'll certainly try." 

"Okay. Boyfriend of three years," you said quickly, like ripping off a plaster; finally saying out loud the thing you'd been dreading admitting. "He's a photographer - a good one, went to uni for it and all that - it's how we met-"

"At the creepy baby studio."

"Yep." You cleared your throat. "He doesn't work there anymore. Doesn't work anywhere, actually. Because he's unreliable. And he doesn't seem to care that he's unreliable, either. He lets people down and it's their problem for getting upset, he's unsupportive, he doesn't listen- like, for instance: I don't feel safe getting the bus after dark anymore since someone tried to follow me home a few weeks ago and-"

"You were followed?" His back straightened, brows coming together over concerned eyes. "By who? Were you okay? Did they hurt you?" 

"No, I'm fine, really. But the point is I told him I didn't feel safe and he still decided not to come and pick me up today. Let me down at the very last minute and left me to get the bus like he didn't even care." You took a sharp inhale, turning your body towards him, like the floodgates had opened and you suddenly couldn't stop it all from spilling out. "Three years and we still rent separate rooms in the same house, staying over in each other's bedrooms like bloody teenagers. It's embarrassing. And I've talked to him about getting a place together but it's like he's not interested." 

He took a breath like he was about to speak, but you carried on before he could utter a word.

"Really, it's like he's not interested in anything anymore. He doesn't make an effort, ignores me when I talk, doesn't even pretend to care about what's going on in my life. It's as if he's gotten so used to having me around that he doesn't even see me anymore. Like he can't fathom the idea that I actually exist outside of the bed he fucks me in." You paused, grimacing to yourself. "Sorry." 

"It's okay," he replied, breathing out a sympathetic laugh. "Not the first time you've mentioned the disappointing sex life."

"Oh god, I forgot about that." You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose between finger and thumb. "There's- It's just- There's no excitement, y'know, no heat, no... tension. When I really actually think about it, I'm not sure I'm even attracted to him anymore. So many things I used to find endearing or charming or sexy just completely turn me off." You groaned. "I don't know what to do. I'm clearly not happy. But I'm scared. Scared I'd miss him, scared I'd hurt him, even though he doesn't seem to give a fuck about hurting me. But then I wonder if this is all because of me. After all, he's not the one-" you stopped yourself, trapping the words behind tightly pressed lips.

"Not the one...?" he caught your eye, waiting for you to finish. 

He's not the one fantasising about sleeping with someone else. 

"He's not the one moaning about the relationship," you said. "I am."

"You're allowed to vent." 

"I'm not just venting, I'm asking what you think." 

He pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth, looking down at his hands for a moment, then back up to you. 

"As a man of God, I would tell you to have faith. To honour the commitment you made to him and try to work through your difficulties." He paused. "As a man of... well, as just a man, I would tell you he sounds like a twat." 

An unexpected laugh escaped your throat, making you cough slightly to compose yourself. 

"He never used to be," you said. "I think because I liked him so much when we first got together and I spent so long pining after him before he even noticed me, I've been ignoring the fact that if I met him now, I probably wouldn't be interested. I suppose I feel like I'd be doing my past self a disservice by walking away from the man she wanted so badly."

"You're blinded by the fact that the relationship didn't start out this way." 

"Mm." You fell silent, your eyes glazing over in thought. "I'm just a frog," you eventually said.

"Sorry?"

"You know how they say if you put a frog in cold water and slowly bring it to a boil it won't jump out, because it won't notice the rising heat? I'm the frog."

"Ah. See how things make much more sense when you give them context?"

You nodded with a giggle, falling silent once again as he watched you quietly, patiently, like he wanted to know every thought passing through your mind, but knew he wasn't entitled to it. 

"I'm sure the frog thing's a myth, y'know," he said. 

"Is it?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty certain they definitely try to escape the pot." 

"Oh."

Part 4: Sacrilege

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hi! could you recommend us some sangyeon fics?

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still with you - @solarwonux

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two months - @sungbeam

lmao here's a little tmi abt this fic. so remember when Sangyeon dropped those ✨ahem✨ arm pics when they were in Macau and beam was talking to me abt it in the dms and was basically coming up with so many scenarios. i told her to write it hence this fic was born 🤪 if you want some ✨hot topless Sangyeon✨ then yes. this is the one to go to 😌 (this fic traumatised me so much that after reading it i had to distract myself with anything i could think of for HOURS, so you can imagine how it has def impacted moi 🤡)

beautiful mess - @cupidjyu

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hate is a strong word - @daisyvisions

i don't see much e2l trope for this man so!!! omg the way i was DOWN SO BADLY LIKE???? MAKING OUT WITH HIM??? AND HE HAS MY FAV HAIR COLOR IN THIS STAPPPPPP love love love this a whole lot (btw there's 🔞 content so mdni!!!)

want you back - @jumilkies

the way my heart clenched reading this 😭😭😭 exes to lovers trope is also something im always down for 😩 and i loved how the story wraps up towards the end!

business or pleasure // drunk desires - @biaswreckingfics

Sangyeon as your hot ceo, do i even need to say more. just imagine gen Z Sangyeon. yes that's the tweet. 😔❤️ and oml drunk desires!!!! i have never been the same after reading that ngl 🫠

from the heavens - @bae-del-moon

a royal and fantasy au for our Lee Sangyeon omg???? this is such an underrated series icb not many ppl know abt this 😤 so pls pls do check it out i can guarantee you that it's def worth every single minute. periodt. ✨

sweetest tongue and sharpest tooth - @jeongjaebae

as a crime writer myself yknow i love me some thriller 😌 and omg boy did i get goosebumps reading this!!! it has def got me hooked till the very end & again!!! another underrated fic 😩🫶🏻

tattle-tale - @sankyeom

as someone who works in the childcare industry i find myself relating to every single point in the fic!! this is such adorbs and just basically very fluffy fluff and i loveeeee it (also the fact that Sangyeon loves kids too just makes this a thousand times better 😔)

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Post-Mission Angst

A/N: For context, this is the post for reference. I'll try my best, I hope you like it!

Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x F! Reader

Warnings: Inappropriate and unwanted sexual touches

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Your friendship with Kyle was... complicated. You were definitely friends, two peas in a pod. Wherever you went, he was right behind you. Wherever he walked, you jogged behind him.

But it was also more than that. The two of you practically shared your bedrooms. You spent as much time in his bedroom as he did in yours. You were inseparable and the two of you came as a package deal when Captain Price first met Kyle. Quite honestly, Captain Price questioned your skills, because on paper they weren't on par with Kyle's, but when the two of you worked together? Oh boy, that was a different story.

But Kyle nearly lost his mind watching you today. It was supposed to be a short mission, but you were the bait. You were all dolled up in a club to try and get intel from an overly touchy arms dealer.

You most certainly could handle yourself, but this is the most uncomfortable Kyle has seen you. He was getting jumpy and itched to do more than wring the arms dealer's neck. Captain Price had to keep a firm hand on Kyle's shoulder as he whispered sternly: "Give her a few minutes, Kyle."

Kyle huffed and shook his shoulder off of his Captain's hand. Keeping his eyes on you. You didn't have to look at him to sense that he was looking at you. Kyle had probably killed the arms dealer three hundred different ways in the short time he'd been watching him.

A few long and agonizing hours later, the mission was complete, they were headed back to the base, and you and Kyle were yet again inseparable.

You'd stayed in his room, spending time with him as he attempted to decompress after the mission. You'd sat on his bed, worry growing in your chest as you watched him pace around his room, "Kyle..." was all that you could whisper.

"Hm?"

"Kyle." Your voice was a little louder. That made him stop and look at you - but even then, he still wanted to wring the arms dealer's neck.

"Are you ok, Kyle?"

"Go to sleep, Y/N."

And soon, you did. Kyle followed suit, but sleep wouldn't visit him, despite its visit to you. His head was turned to you, just watching you sleep. How your eyelashes flickered. You must be dreaming. How your chest slowly rose and fell with each soft breath. Such calm and slow breaths. He wonders if your heart was just as calm.

And even in sleep. You could sense his eyes on you. Shifting your body and groaning, you turned towards him, and rubbed your eyes, "Kyle?"

You looked up at him and gave him a small tired smile, "You ok?"

Kyle looked at you and smiled, "Yeah."

"Don't lie to me, Kyle."

Kyle sighs, then looks up at the ceiling, "Friends don’t make each other feel like this."

"Feel like what?"

"Like you could be my everything."

You hook your pinky against his. Both of you glance at each other and then look up to the ceiling. You rest your head on his shoulder as the both of you silently appreciate each other.

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