#i hope it's clear that they're making out 🫣

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Ch. 33 for my fanfic, Of Saints and Sinners is out! (here's a sneak peek of what happens this chapter 👀)

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Shut Up and Kiss Me | Jeon Jungkook | Epilogue

Summary: Jungkook let's you work on his second single 3D but although he's singing this to girls all over he reminds you that you're the only one he wants Pairing: Backup Dancer Reader x Idol Jungkook (f2l they're honestly crackheads I love them) Word Count: 4.7K~ (barely edited per usual lmao) Warnings: Explicit language and smuuttt (he's so hot ya'll I can't) a/n: Kay this took me ling enough to get out but I figured it was about time since the main story hit 1K notes!!! Like what??? Ya'll are actually insane! Thank you so much and I hope you like the epilogue as much as you liked the first part 🫣 p.s. This takes place partially during the 3D dance practice video so yeah I hope ya'll enjoy 🥰 Be sure to read Shut Up and Kiss Me first 💜

"Alright guys go ahead and take a break. Jungkook can you come here for a second?" the choreographer calls out.

"Y/n" Nari whispers, right in my ear scaring me half to death making me place my hand over my heart to ground myself. "Don't do that!" I whisper scream at her. "Not my fault you're staring girly I said your name like three times" she teases and I scoff before walking over to grab my water bottle.

"Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?" I say cocking a brow at her after taking a drink of water. "You are but you also have to remember that your boyfriend is Jungkook and not everyone here knows that" she says, scolding me and bringing me back to reality.

"Hey" Jungkook says, jogging up to us. "What did he want?" I ask, nodding my head towards the head choreographer for this song. "Well..." he says rubbing the back of his neck. "Well what?" I ask, scared that theres something wrong.

"Well they wanted to tell me everyone is doing a great job and the formations are solid but..." he trails off again. "Jeon Jungkook if you trail off like that one more time I'm gonna have a heart attack now tell me what's wrong?" I scold, waiting for his answer.

"They said that we had good chemistry while we were dancing together" he starts off and I let out a breath, glad that it wasn't something major. "But maybe too much chemistry. They think it looks obvious that we're dating with the way we're interacting with each other verses the rest of the dancers" he says and grabs my water bottle out of my hand and starts chugging it nervously.

"Really?" I cringe, loving the fact that we show clear chemistry but also hating the fact that I haven't blended in like a background dancer should. "Yeah they kinda just told me to tone it down and asked me to tell you the same" he says, handing me my now empty water bottle, cringing as well at the notes that they had given.

"Well alright then I guess I'll try my best" I say, shaking my arms and legs real quick to physically shake off the pressure I had felt growing. "Yeah I will too" he says, nodding his head and smiling at my actions.

"What are you smiling at?" I ask, eyes narrowing, a playful scowl written all over my face. "You look cute when you're nervous" he compliments with a crooked smile and I roll my eyes, scoffing at his words.

Once I hear the choreographer call out to everyone to come back and I start to make my way over Jungkook grabs me by my wrist and pulls me back towards him making me fall on his chest. "What are yo-" I start but he kisses me right on the lips and dips me real quick causing all the dancers to gasp and cheer us on.

"Alright you two that's enough" the choreographer scold and Jungkook breaks the kiss and steadies me on my feet again. I take a deep breath, my breath literally being taken away from how sudden that was and how embarrassed I am on top of it.

He rests his forehead on mine and lets out a dry chuckle before I wack him on the bicep which happens to be on full display today with his white muscle shirt on. "Why did you do that?" I whisper scream to him, looking around at all the eyes that have started to trickle away from us and listen to the instructions for the next run through.

"Just because he said we couldn't show too much chemistry while we're dancing doesn't mean that we can't do it while we're not" he smirk, placing a kiss on the back of my hand before running over to the group that's gathered in the middle of the practice room.

I shake my head at him and make my way over on my own, wiping my lips to take away his messy saliva he left on them and when he sees me do so he pouts a bit before looking turning his attention to where it once was.

"What just happened?" Nari whispers when I walk up next to her. "Don't look at me, Jungkook did it. He said something about they said we were showing too much chemistry while dancing but we can when we're not. I don't know something like that" I mumble and she nods her head and goes quiet for a second to listen but breaks her silence again.

"You know all of us had to sign new NDAs today right?" she says and I turn to look at her, my brows scrunched together in confusion. "Really? But why didn't I have to?" I question and she laughs at the same time that the choreographer tells us to get in starting position.

"We signed them so that they made sure we would keep our mouths shut about you two" she winks and the two of us and two other of the girls line up behind Jungkook to get in formation, waiting for the music to start.

"You're kidding me right?" I whisper and she shakes her head, "Your name was on it and everything. They even highlighted it since you guys are the newest idol couple. Well a couple that includes an idol" she says, clarifying her wording unnecessarily.

"Okay I get it I get it" I say, and cover my face with both of my hands in embarrassment. No wonder everyone had been giving me weird looks today.

As Jungkook's voice blares through the speakers Nari and I compose ourselves and wait for our parts.

"I can't touch you through the phone" Jungkook starts, getting into his idol mindset and I get weak in the knees like I always do but take a deep breath and remember to maintain chemistry with him but not too much...

"When there's two dimensions..." he says and our eyes lock when we step into each other. 'He's so fucking hot' is the only thing I can process, my body on autopilot, following muscle memory and willing myself to stop thinking about him.

"So if you're ready, and if you let me" 'Trust me I've let him' I think, my mind wandering to the places I've let him- "See it, in motion, in 3D" he sings, his voice going in and out of my head as I follow the steps along with everyone else.

'Okay why don't I just focus on the other dancers? Yeah make sure our formations look well and our moves are in sync' I think to myself and go along with that.

"Body to body to body to body to body" comes through next and I push on his right shoulder while one of the others girls pushes on his left and I look at the way he's grabbing onto him, definitely a lot harder than she needs to me and I annoyingly take note of it.

"You give me brand new emotion, you got me drinkin' that potion" he says and I hold onto his shoulder while we all do this hip thrust thing. I don't know what the choreographer was thinking when he gave the girls this kind of a move but alright. Being next to him and holding onto his while he does it tho is um...well let's just say the flashbacks are a lot more vivid this time.

"I just wanna see you like that see you like that..." 'God I swear why did I start focusing on the other dancers? Now all I can think about are the girls and everything that goes along with this song and how Jungkook's voice and music dictates our every movement.

"'Cause you know how I like it girl" 'Yes Jungkook, I know how you like it, and you know how I like it. When is this song gonna be over? This is honestly some sick form of torture at this point. You know what, lemme just look at the staff, yeah the staff will be more or less harmless right?'.

When I look towards the staff though my eye catch Jungkook's in the mirror behind them and it takes everything in me to not stop dead in my tracks.

The look in his eyes is mesmerizing, promises of things we would never say aloud hidden behind that fiery stare and it brings me some form of comfort, knowing that although he's singing this song to women through out the world and with female dancers around him, I'm the only one he's got his eyes on. The one he's singing his song to.

I wonder if the reason he chose this song was because these might've been some of his thoughts and feeling for me when we weren't living in the same city, or weren't even on the same continent. Why do I have to keep on having these thoughts? I swear I'm just digging myself deeper.

"I had one girl, too boring" I hear Jack's voice come through and I roll my eyes, chancing a glare at Jungkook and I see him wince, remembering the scolding I gave him when he showed me the song for the first time.

"Am I not enough for you? Too boring?" I fumed. It was on a day when I had been feeling a little insecure to begin with and when he told me he had another song I had been excited to listen because he was excited to show me.

"Baby that Jack's verse, I swear I don't feel like that! You know I've loved you since I was little! I promise!" he pleads and I just end up giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the night but I let him cling to me and he apologized over and over again.

"We already asked him to rewrite his lyrics a few times and I felt bad asking him again" he says, placing his chin on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my waist, being positively attached to my hip.

I turn around to face him, still with his arms wrapped around my waist to make sure he's being honest with me.

"You sure you don't mean that?" I say, glaring up at him and he nods, the poutiest lips and the saddest doe eyes I've ever seen are granted to me along with his response. "Okay" I say, cupping his face and he closes his eyes leaning into my touch before I tap him twice on the cheek.

"Hey" he whines, scrunching his brows together, a new flavor of a pout on his face. "Just make sure that any more features you have on this album young man have to do with monogamy, you got that?" I say pointedly and he nods his head up and down violently.

"I promise! I'll make sure to tell the producers" he says and I hum in response, loving his panicked response. "Why couldn't his verse have been like Latto's?" I groan and try to walk away from him but he pulls me back.

"And what might you mean by that princess?" he says, taking on a whole new demeanor knowing exactly what I mean based off the explicit lyrics. "How they more or less kinda sorta are based off of a true story" I mumble, looking down at where he's pressed our bodies together and dying to get rid of these clothes already.

"Yeah? Which part? Maybe I should make sure it's completely based off of a true story hm?" he says, his hands slowly trailing his hands down from my waist grab my ass, pulling me even closer if possible.

I lean my head against his chest getting shy at the thought that he's keep his promise and he laughs at the cute gesture mixed with the explicit words that garnered this reaction.

"Is my girl getting embarrassed?" he taunts, placing a kiss on top of my head but still making no moves to take his hands off my ass. I whine and he laughs again and lets up, leaning back to try and catch my gaze.

"You know I love you right?" he asks and I hide my face even more, making sure he can't see how red it's gotten. I nod my head and mumble out a muffled 'love you too' but he's not satisfied by my answer and starts walking us backwards, the back of my knees hit the couch and as a result has me not so gracefully falling onto it.

"Since you're too embarrassed to say that you love me it guess I'll just have to make you scream it instead" he says leaving me biting my lip, my heart rate skyrocketing when he comes closer...

'So if you're ready, and if you let me, I wanna see it in motion in 3D' blares through the speaker one last time at the end of the song, all of the dancers going on with the choreography and Jungkook looking back at us, at me and he knows what's on my mind and smirks through the lyrics and I know I'm an absolute goner once we're alone together.

Why do all of these songs have to be so sexual? Every single time we're done with practice or he finishes up his own rehearsals it seems as though he can't wait to be alone with me. Not that I'm complaining but how can one man contain this much stamina.

When Latto said 'Seven days a week, Seven different sheets, Seven different angles I can be your fantasy' she really hit it right on the head.

'You know how I like it girl, 3D' finally closes out the song and everyone stops, panting in effort to catch our breaths can be heard throughout the room and a few of us dramatically fall to the floor in an effort to ground ourselves, including Jungkook.

"Alright everyone that's a wrap. We'll see you guys bright and early Monday morning with one last rehearsal before we fly out to film the music video. Thank you very much and get some rest because we've got a long week ahead of us" the choreographer says and we all clap for each other and get ready to grab our stuff to go.

Jungkook comes over and gives me a hand to help me up and I take it right away, not even having to put in any effort with him putting in all the work to get me back on my feet. "You done for the day?" I ask, seeing that look in his eye, knowing exactly what's bound to happen and as soon as he's about to open his mouth one of the staff members calls him over again.

"Meet me in my studio, this shouldn't take long" he whispers in my ear leaving me shuddering as he leaves me, not giving me even a second to answer before he's jogging over to said staff.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go home together but it looks like you've got other plans" Nari says, scaring me again for what is it the third time today? I look at her and she knows the answer already, rolling her eyes and placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Just don't get pregnant" she says, louder than I'd care to admit. "Nari!" I scold and she laughs, causing our little conversation to catch Jungkook's eye, granting me a wink in response but quickly switching back to a more professional demeanor.

"I'll see you later" she sings and I groan before picking up my dance bag and heading towards the locker rooms to shower. I'm thankful that they have these for us because I would hate to have to deal with being disgustingly sweaty just waiting for him to come back.

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Once I finish up I make my way to Jungkook's studio where I see him sitting at his desk, hair still dripping a bit while he towel dries it a bit more.

"Thought I told you to wait here for me" he teases, draping the small towel around his neck before getting up to walk towards me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me in to kiss him. I hum into the kiss, loving moments like these where we can openly be ourselves again.

"Didn't know how long they were gonna keep you so I took my time in there" referring to said shower and he kisses me again before taking my bag off my shoulder and throwing his towel in the little laundry basket by the door.

"Looks like you're gonna need another one soon though" he says, turning around and stalking towards me leaving me walking backwards until I stupidly back into his desk. "Is that a threat?" I ask, taking us back to that morning after.

"Thought by now you would know that I always keep my promises" he says and places his hand on my jaw, putting me at just the right angle to kiss me.

He starts slow, full of the longing and desire he had shown me when he was looking at me through that mirror and deepening the kiss, making me fall further and further into him.

Trailing my hands up his chest I bring them up to wrap my arm around his neck, trapping him against my lips while I use the other to run my fingers through his hair, making my nails drag along his scalp and pull at his locks just how he likes it leaving him groaning into the kiss.

"Tell me what you were thinking about during rehearsal" he says, pulling away from my lips before kissing me one last time and the trailing his lips down my neck. "I wasn't thinking about anything" I gasp when he bites down on my collarbone in response.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the way your eyes glossed over and how flustered you got when I finally caught your eye. Baby was having flashbacks wasn't she?" he teases, trailing his hands under the shirt I'm wearing which happens to be his.

I whimper when his hands cup my breasts, the warmth of his skin seeping through the pitiful excuse for a bra and he pinches one of my nipples as a punishment for not telling him the truth.

"I was thinking about you" I gasp, feeling him smiling against my skin before leaning back and pulling up my shirt a little, waiting for me to give him the go ahead by lifting up my arms which I do right away, used to having done this time and time again in his studio.

"Care to elaborate?" he asks cocking a brow at me, leaving me rubbing my thighs together giving him clear answers as to what I had been thinking of.

"Remembering that you know how I like it? Perhaps the champagne confetti you know you give me every time? Rain rain rain you can't fake it?" he says, trailing his hand down and pressing a finger against my center, already feeling how wet I am for him.

"Seems like she's already soaking wet isn't she" he says, trailing his hand up towards the drawstring on my sweats and tugging them as a plea to take them off. I hop off the desk and he immediately helps me out of them, smiling at the small wet stain that's been left on them before setting me up on his desk again, totally bare with only my bra on which is new and incredibly sheer him having just noticed since it's the last thing that's keeping me from being fully exposed.

I bring hands to my back to unclasp it but he tells me to leave it on. "It looks so pretty on you. Wanna fuck you in it" he growls into my ear before leaning back and ridding himself of his clothing and smashing his lips up against mine, having become even more needy if possible while scanning my body and taking off his clothes.

"Been thinking about this all day. Wish I could fuck you in here all the time. Can't even work properly in here. Just thinking about how I've fucked you everywhere in this room" he says, driving me to insanity while he drags his dick up and down my slit, making me dizzy from the stimulating but needing more to satiate this hunger he's built up in me.

"Jungkook please, do something" I plead, remembering the fact that this room is soundproof meaning I can be as loud as I want in here which is another reason why he loves having sex in here. He tells me he that sometimes he wishes it wasn't though. Says he wants the whole company to know how he makes good on his word and is fucking me right.

"Needy little thing now aren't you" he says, holding back his need to be buried balls deep in me in favor of making me beg some more. I scoot my hips forward and pull him closer in an effort to do it myself but he gives me absolutely no power over the situation.

"Gotta stretch you out" he mumbles against my lips and replaces his dick with his fingers, dragging it along my folds to get some of my slick on it to make it easier to slide in and after playing why clit a little and gaining breathy whimpers from me in response he slides a finger in, drawing circles along my clit in an effort to help me relax.

He does a quick job of it but makes sure to be gentle nonetheless while prepping me for him, needing to me inside me now. As a result he's soon pulling his fingers out of me and placing them in my mouth, distracting me from the fact that seconds later he's pushing into me, leaving me moaning around his fingers.

When I bite down on them from the surprise of him putting it in he hisses from feeling my walls clench around him along with the pain from the bite.

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and places both hands on my hips and pull me towards him, slamming the rest of his length inside of me leaving me arching my back and choking out a sob.

He snaps his hips into me over and over again at a fast pace he only settles for in times where he's extremely needy or feeling a need to remind me of who I belong to. The first being the case for this situation.

"Shouldn't have let you work on this project" he grunts while his hands grip my hips even harder, dimpling my skin, bound to leave marks tomorrow.

"Drives me fucking insane seeing you move like that, you know that? Makes it so hard for me to not pop a boner right then and there. Fuck how did I get so lucky?" he growls in my ear, leaving me drowning in the sound of his voice, hearing all the thoughts he's been having this whole time.

"You're lucky I took a chance on the loner" I slur out leaving him slowing his pace so he could look at me properly. "Loner huh?" he smirks and I nod, smirking right back at him. He rolls his eyes and picks up the pace again, leaving me giggling at his reaction but soon I'm moaning his name with ever snap of his hips, all my coherent thought long gone when I'm close to tipping over.

"You've got a smart mouth on you today huh? Just begging to get ruined like always, my girl is never satisfied until she's begging for me to stop. Telling me it's too much. You're so fucking adorable when you cry like that. Fuck I wish I cou-" "Shut Up" I choke out, cutting him off by smashing my lips against his, not being able to handle his dirty mouth anymore.

Although I know it's almost impossible for someone to hear us I can't help but want to muffle my moans with his mouth when I cum, making his swallow all of them as his hips stutter and my orgasm triggers him leaving his slowing down, changing his pace to one that more lazy but just as deep, fucking us both through our highs before he pulls out making me whine as the loss of contact.

Maybe I am insatiable, maybe I'm completely lost in him. Not just because of who he is or what he does to me but just because he's him. Someone that I want to spend my life with and although I've felt like that for a long time I'm sure the freshly fucked mindset I have right now is the reason these feelings have come to the front again. 

He rests his forehead against mine and focuses on cleaning me up with a clean towel he had somehow gotten when I was lost in a daze and walks away, cleaning himself up quickly and throwing some sweats on.  

Once he's done and throws yet another towel in the basket he walks back over to me and kisses me. Over and over and over again whispering sweet nothings between every kiss and I swear I could never ask for someone more perfect in my entire life. 

"You okay?" he asks, pulling me off the desk and holding onto my hips, keeping me on my feet when my knees buckle once I make contact with the floor. "Yeah I'm, yeah I'm fine" I say, embarrassed by stumbling even though for the most part I always end up like this after we fuck. 

"Did a number on you huh?" he smirks, guiding me over to the couch to rest after having helped me into thankfully another fresh change of clothes I had in my dance bag with me. "Shut up" I grumble and flop down onto it, laying down and he chuckles before laying down and putting his full weight on top of me. 

I groan and hit him on the shoulders, hoping to get him off of me but he just laughs in response. "I swear you're trying to kill me" I say through labored breaths, but he thankfully alters his position so he's still on top of me but distributes some of his weight elsewhere. 

"No, I just love you that's all" he says, propping his chin on my chest and looking at me as if I hung the stars for him. "I love you too weirdo" I say, ruffling his hair when he pouts at me words, feigning offense.

 "First I'm a loner and now I'm a weirdo? You hurt me with your words" he whines, placing his hands on his chest right over where his heart is. "You are a weirdo" I say, sitting back up and cupping his face turning it towards me. "But you're my weirdo" I whisper, placing my forehead against his and rubbing my nose up against his, giving him eskimo kisses. 

"We need to get home" he says standing up and grabbing my hand to hoist me up as well. "Wait, why?" I ask, questioning his urgency and also getting a fluttering feeling when he call his place home as if we lived there together. 

"You're too cute to fuck just once today and I wanna spoil you" he says, kissing me and making me lose myself in him again. When he pulls away I laugh as I watch him clean up everything and grab both of our bags to carry out and when I try to reach to take mine from him he refuses. 

"Least I can do for my girl after that champagne confetti is carry her bag" he teases and drags me out of the studio before I'm able to scold him properly. "Jeon Jungkook you better watch yourself" I growl and he laughs, thoroughly pleased with himself. 

"I'd rather see you, in motion, in 3D" he says pulling me into the elevator and pressing G for garage while I push him against the wall once the doors close. "Feisty are we? Thought I took care of that back there" he taunts. 

"Just shut up and kiss me" I mumble against his lips and he switches roles, turning me around and pressing me against it instead. "You're gonna get yourself into trouble you know that?" he says between kisses, gripping onto my hips and pulling them flush up against his, showing me how hard he still is. 

"I counting on it" I say and we laugh before he kisses me breathless, the elevator taking us, down down down, each moment bringing us closer to my demise. Knowing tonight will leave me completely shattered, but luckily I've got him to pick up the pieces.

The End

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Okay, I'm obsessed with the Idea of a bisexual sunshine reader that is with Spencer but she meets Emily for the first time and Spencer expects her to be like 😆😁😌but instead she's like 🫣🫢😳 because Emily IS SO HOT and when they're alone Spencer goes like ''So you fond Emily attractive '' and she's like ''.. What ?..Wait, no.. Never..... yes''

A/N: I don’t know how, but you seem to be in my mind/drafts. I was already planning on writing a fic like this. I am planning on making my fic the part two to this, well as long as people enjoy this one. ;)

Summary: Basically what anon asked, but a little twist towards the end.

Content: fem!reader. Sunshine&bisexual reader. Fluff. No smut but 18+ only. Very little warnings for this. Definitely some implications towards the end.

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You and Spencer had been in a relationship for the past few months, and for Spencer it had been absolute bliss. You were basically everything Spencer wasn’t. You were always happy; you somehow always had a huge smile plastered on your face. You always seemed to make friends with everybody, and he had never witnessed you have an awkward interaction with anybody.

And maybe because of Spencer’s new and improved attitude at work, or how he didn’t always ramble on about recent statistics, or maybe it was because Spencer worked with FBI trained profilers, that they were able to deduce that he was in a relationship.

“So, Spencer, when are we going to meet her.” Emily smiled, knowing she had caught him off guard. Spencer's eyes widened slightly, his mind racing to come up with an excuse.

"Don't even try to deny it, Spencer. We all know there's someone special in your life," JJ interjected, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Spencer cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure.

"Well, um, we're still in the early stages, and I just want to make sure everything is... right before introducing her to all of you," he stammered, hoping they would buy his vague explanation.

But Emily wasn't buying it. She exchanged a knowing glance with JJ before turning back to Spencer with a sly smile. "Oh, come on, Spencer. We won't bite... much," she teased, causing Penelope to giggle from her spot at her computer.

Spencer felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he realized there was no way out of this conversation. Taking a deep breath, he finally relented. “Okay, okay. I’ll see if she if free this weekend. And she’s amazing, you guys will love her.”

*

“So, you’re ready to meet my friends?” Spencer was nervous as he glanced over at you, waiting for your response. You smiled warmly, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance.

"Of course, Spencer. I'd love to meet your friends," you replied, your eyes filled with genuine excitement. Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him at your easy acceptance.

*

As Spencer walked you into the bar where his friends were waiting, he couldn’t help but feel happy. He already knew how this was going to go down, you would be your happy smiley self, and everybody would love you. 

As you entered the bar, Spencer's friends immediately noticed the radiant energy you brought with you. Penelope was the first to greet you, her smile just as bright as yours. "Oh, my goodness, you must be the one who finally stole Spencer's heart! I'm Penelope, it's so lovely to meet you!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug.

JJ approached next, a warm smile on her face. "I'm JJ, it's great to finally meet the person who's been putting that smile on Spencer's face," she said, giving you a friendly handshake.

As your eyes finally met Emily, you suddenly became very shy, a side to you that Spencer had only ever seen once, and that’s when you were telling him how much you adored him.

With a slight blush gracing your cheeks, you extended your hand towards Emily, who regarded you with a curious glint in her eye. "Hi, I'm Emily. Spencer talks about you all the time," she said, her tone friendly but carrying a hint of scrutiny.

You seemed to fade back into your shell, something you hadn’t done in a while. Luke and Tara also introduced themselves, but all you could focus on was your boyfriend and Emily.

Spencer was taking notes of how you were reacting, he knew that you had developed a crush on Emily. He wasn’t mad about it; she was an attractive woman, and you had always been open with the fact you were bisexual. He knew you wouldn’t act upon this crush; he knew you loved him.

*

Once you were in Spencer’s apartment, his hand on the small of your back as you seemed a little too drunk to walk properly, “so, you found Emily attractive, huh.” Spencer raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he teased you. Your cheeks flushed crimson, a combination of alcohol and embarrassment colouring your face as you stumbled over your words.

“What?? Wait… No, I would never. Well, I mean she’s just really… pretty.” you mumbled, avoiding Spencer's gaze as you plopped down on the couch. Spencer chuckled softly, taking a seat beside you, and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You know, it's okay to find other people attractive," Spencer reassured you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You leaned into his touch, feeling the comfort of his presence wash over you. 

Maybe it was the Dutch courage taking over you, “all night Spencer, all I could think about was you and her,” you paused for a brief second a small giggle coming out your mouth “doing whatever you both wanted to do, to me.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Is that so? You know, fantasies can become reality if you're brave enough to make them come true," he murmured, his words laced with promise.

Part two

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Fics that Live in My Mind, Rent Free (Pedro's Version) - Part 1

Happy NYE! 🥳🥳

I read so many wonderful, hot, gut-wrenching, unforgettable, inspiring Pedro Pascal character fanfics... and I haven't been reblogging them 🫣 (it's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me). Don't hate me please - reblogging gives me so much anxiety, and I'm not even sure I could articulate why if I tried - and I see a lot of the discussion/discourse/posts re: reblogging and I truly understand all perspectives although it just seems to elevate my nerves about even more.

However, I understand the impact and moreover, I want to do it for the writers that bring me so much joy and inspiration, so I endeavour to try. I want to make it clear that this is a personal hang up of mine, and I have 100% absolutely no comments on how anyone else engages here; reblog/comment/like or don’t per your own preferences and you have nothing but love from me 😘

So it will be a 2024 personal goal of mine to be less shy about reblogging, but while I work up my courage/practice, I wanted to go back and compile a list of some of my fave Pedro boy fics; I think of each and every one of these fics often and have revisited them all (i.e. Exactly the fics I should have reblogged when I read them). I went deep in my likes so some of these fics are quite old; you may have already read them all! If you have or haven’t, I hope you love them as much as I do!

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian, GOAT)

Boxer!Din AU by @djarinsbeskar (Boxer and his masseuse, who relaxes him in more ways than one. I've mentioned before that this is the first Modern Din AU I ever read and it's cemented itself as one of the best. Making Safest with You Din an ex-boxer is my humble homage.)

Freu(Din)an Slip by @saradika (Is there space porn in the SW universe? Yes.)

Bare by @charnelhouse (part of an AU between Din and bounty hunter!reader; other favourite instalments include Come and Conquer and Din's Ex)

A Bond to My Soul by @whiskeynwriting (King!Din and reader, with a battle just outside the doors)

Mine also by @whiskeynwriting (Jealous Din, no need to say more)

Beloved series by @groguspicklejar (Din falls in love with Cyare; mind the tags - the writing is rich and the emotions deep)

Courting by @writerlyhabits (another Mandalorian tries to court you and Din's having none of that)

Hold me down by @starlightmornings (Din as your weighted blanket)

Be Mine by @spacecowboyhotch (Glove kink)

Save a Speeder, Ride a Mando by @sprout-fics (I love fics where Din is jealous of Cobb)

Helping Hand and Did you miss me? by @mellowswriting (Din smut and fluff; they're in love, okay?)

Fix you by @roguetonorth (Comforting Din)

Rough Day by @no-droids (I think everyone knows about this fic; Sweet Girl!Reader holds a special place in my heart)

Take me to Church by @frannyzooey (Western AU; seriously one of the hottest and most romantic series I've ever read. I cried several times 🥹)

Flowers & Sex by @221bshrlocked (Din and innocent!Reader)

Show me by @moralesispunk (A bounty gets mouthy)

Patience by @oscarseyebrow (Starts with cockwarming)

Close Quarters by @absurdthirst (One bed/bunk)

Reunion by @heybluechild (Breaking in the N1)

Significant by @softlyspector (Din calls Reader "Riduur"; I love, love, love Mando fics with lots of Mando'a; so much care is always taken by the writers to translate and weave the words into the story)

Din takes out his frustrations by @ourautumn86

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Burn for Me by @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis (Reader teases Javi; it backfires)

Use me by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi is frustrated)

Needy by @wheresarizona (Reader is going to be late for work 🤭)

Reader brings Javi dinner at work by @forthetears

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Bad Girl by @seventeenpins (The first in a hot stepdad!Joel Miller series)

The Boss' Bunny by @talaok (The first in a series about QZ criminal boss Joel and his insatiable bunny)

Help! I'm Stuck! by @nosesitter (Oof! Father-in-law!Joel Miller and his OF daughter-in-law; 2 in the series so far)

Stripped by @thot-of-khonshu (Mr. Miller goes to a strip club)

Stay in Bed series by @psychedelic-ink (Neighbour Joel, pre-outbreak)

A Man Like Him by @valerinaswriting (No one should question Joel's abilities)

Mine by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Reader wears Joel's shirt on accident)

You Are My Cinema by @itgetsdark-x (Camgirl!Reader)

An Afternoon with Your Dad's Best Friend by @elvinaa (I mean, it's in title 🤭; I actually always secretly wish for a sequel to this one)

Come and get your love by @sunflowersteves (Sunshine!Reader)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Triple Frontier)

Kinktober 2022 - Erotic Photos by @moralesispunk (Reader gifts Frankie a Polaroid camera)

Thirds by @haylzcyon (Reader visits new boyfriend Frankie at work)

Grass is Greener by @haylzcyon (Frankie mows the lawn)

Kinktober 2022 - Overstimulation by @flightlessangelwings-updates (This was my introduction to pussy eating king Frankie)

Cabin in the woods by @guess-my-next-obsession (The cabin is spooky but Frankie is there to take care of Reader)

Double Feature (and all of the Box Set Universe) by @frannyzooey (Frankie and Reader love movies)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Little Red's Shadow by @littlemisspascal (Werewolf!Pero 🥹)

In my dreams by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Princess falls for a mercenary)

Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion, all 48 seconds)

A Sight for Sore Eyes and Sir by @ozarkthedog (Semi-public sex)

Anything you say can and will be held against you by @jksprincess10 (Workplace rivals)

An Important Appointment by @boliv-jenta (Sex worker!Reader)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

A present by @radiowallet (Lingerie prompt; Cat writes some of the best Marcus Moreno fics on here imho. This one is my personal fave)

First Date by @absurdthirst (Workplace FWB)

The Date by @wardenparker (Professor!Marcus but also Marcus on a motorcycle)

Part 2 of list

[aayakashii]

Could I possibly ask for some bf tohma headcanons? 🫣 I am downbad for that man I cannot lie

Ah yes, another Tohma enthusiast!! ( –֊ｰ)✧ I hope you like this one!!

Dating headcanons – Ishibashi Tohma

Tohma is probably the second most busy man in Darkwick

But that doesn't mean he won't find ways to have you near him at all costs

The vault will become a second home for you; Tohma constantly invites you to keep him company as he works, just to have you around him

Since he found out what parallel play is, he constantly mentions it as a way to convince you to stay around him

You won't possibly say no to that, right? He does everything better in your company!

From time to time, he reaches out to hold your hand and squeeze it, as if to thank you for being there with him.

Speaking of which, Tohma isn't fond of PDA, but he does love holding your hand wherever you two go. He might even take off his gloves to feel your skin properly against his.

When you two are alone, it's a whole other story. He likes to keep you close, usually on his lap, with you facing him so he can feel your warmth in the permanent Frostheim winter.

He loves when you take off his monocle and kiss his eyelids. He chuckles, acting nonchalant, asking if you like his eyes that much, but inside he feels his heart skip a thousand beats.

If he could glue you to his body, he probably would. He doesn't talk much about his feelings for you, but his body language says it all.

The way his eyes soften and he smiles genuinely when he sees you waving at him while you walk across the campus are subtle, but you know they're just for you.

He loves when you give him trinkets and keep them all safe in a small, intricate box.

Sometimes he takes them with him in one of his pockets, feeling the shape of the little keychains or rocks throughout the day, making him smile as he thinks of you.

He likes giving you gifts as well, but his gifts are usually memories he likes to create with you.

Like a picnic at a hidden clearing in one of Darkwick's woods, a candlelit dinner at one of the many fancy balconies of Frostheim, or just him managing to find time to help you study.

That's not to say he doesn't give you gifts! He does, he just likes to see your bright smile when he plans a date like that.

If he notices you are uncomfortable with the smoke from his cigarettes, he will avoid smoking them around you. He doesn't promise to stop, but he will do his best to make you comfortable.

Despite his gentleness, he does like teasing you sometimes, mostly by spooking you as you walk through the Frostheim halls in search of him.

He just laughs and pretends he spooked you because it's his duty as the treasurer, but truthfully, he just loves to see you pouting and grumpy as you lightly slap his arm.

Tohma thinks he isn't a jealous man, but he does prevent Jin from hogging your attention with his errands, and he keeps a close eye on Haku, since he knows how flirty he can be.

All in all, Tohma is a gentle boyfriend who quietly does his best to keep you as happy as possible. Keep on kissing him and holding his hands and he just might try to give you the entire world on a silver platter, with a little tea at the side.

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[barefoothighlander]

could you imagine casually calling one of the boys "Daddy" in front of the other guys out of impulse like "Thanks daddy" or "Bye daddy!" 🫣🫣

stop this is so funny like everyone just freezes and they're like "Did I hear that correctly" omg

Ghost: you'd be drinking at the pub with the team after a mission and it would just slip out.

"Oi love can you grab me that bottle"

"Yes Daddy"

And the team is silent, Simon's eyes just go wide as you lock eyes and your cheeks blush, you hope the team has drunk enough that they won't remember it but the next day Soap and Gaz are teasing you, answering every command you give them with "yes daddy". You literally have to run and hide from them cause they're relentless, Simon just glares in their direction every time they make a joke.

Price: You didn't catch your slip-up till you got into your car, one of the guys offered to play a game of poker with you and the team.

"Can't, gotta get home to Daddy"

And the men just stand there sharing glances, they'd never heard anyone refer to Price as anything other than Captain, they're all just looking around to make sure they heard you correctly. Once you got into your car the realization hit you, you texted Price, knowing that Soap would've called him the second you were out of earshot

Small problem, didn't mean to, sorry

Get home. Now.

As you sat in your car, praying that either you or Soap would just burst into flames.

Soap: He was a lot cockier about it, the two of you positioned together on an op, you swore you turned your comms off before talking

"You got eyes lass?"

"Affirm Daddy" you winked at him

"Let's keep the comms clear please" You hear Price's voice, followed by muffled laughter from Gaz and an audible sigh from Ghost. You're mortified, turning to Johnny who's got a devilish grin plastered on his face, this was definitely gonna get you some discipline from Price.

Gaz: You liked to tease him with the term, he got all flustered when you used it outside the bedroom. You stopped teasing him after one morning he had brought you tea in the conference room and you failed to notice the rest of the 141 behind him, too focused on your paperwork.

"Thank you Daddy" you beamed,

He stood there, shell-shocked, usually his response was at least a small huff of laughter but when you turned to see the team, mouths open in astonishment you hid your face with your hands, mouthing a silent I'm sorry to Gaz who didn't speak for the entirety of the meeting.

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Konig: He's just baffled, even behind the dark mask you can see the red tint of his face, he practically ran out of the room when he heard the words slip from your lips.

"Hi Daddy"

The rest of the team teased him relentlessly, seeing how flustered they could make him, watching his eyes go wide at the word, he refused to hang out with the team for a month after it happened, you had to reassure him that they all found it funny and it was okay.

Alex: Ever the flirt, Alex barely flinched when he heard you say it.

"Bye Daddy"

"See you later Mama," he said winking at you.

The team was dumbfounded, they were accustomed to Alex's flirts but they'd never heard him anything like that, whispering to each other as Alex just turned back toward them like nothing happened. No one brought it up, it didn't happen again, Soap was convinced it never even happened given how nonchalant the two of you were about it.

[justrainandcoffee]

Breakfast (Dad!Alfie Solomons & oc!daughter)

Or how babies are made, by Alfie Solomons.

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Summary: "Yeah. That's not how it works, sweetheart." His daughter had a play date that it was cancelled because her friend's sister got pregnant and the house was a chaos. Allie says that it's because a boy kissed the girl. "Then, how it works?", she asked. Alfie and an answer with no filters.

Warnings: Alfie.

Words: 700 || While I'm dealing with my other fic, I give you this blurb. I have two more fics already written but both are equally angst (lately I only wrote angst 🫣) I wanted to change it a bit.

1931

The house in Margate was silent. Rose was in the Parliament and he thought his daughter was in her friends' house but when he entered the living room he found the girl, seven years old, sat there reading a book.

"Allie? Don't ya have a play date at Daisy's house?"

"I did. But her mom called and told me that it wasn't a good time. Their eldest daughter, Claire, is pregnant."

"Oh fuck. How old is the girl?"

"Sixteen."

"A fucking kid! I know your friend's father, he's going to kill the boy who impregnated the daughter."

"Yeah," Allie confirmed "he's not happy."

"I couldn't be happy either."

"Don't worry, dad, I'm not going to let any boy to kiss me. I don't want a baby."

Alfie, already sitting in his armchair, looked at his daughter. "Ya think this girl, Claire, got pregnant because she kissed a boy?"

"Well, yes! Daisy told me that they were kissing all the time."

"That's not how it works, Allie."

Allie left the book aside and tilted her head. "What do you mean? Then how it works?"

"Well…" Alfie cleared his throat. It was good that his wife wasn't there at the time. He never believed in sugar-coating the answers. A direct question deserved a direct answer. "First you need a woman and a man."

"In love, I know the tale."

"Not necessarily in love, sweetheart. If they're, even better but it's not always the case. Hope you know this a world full of bastards… in both senses of the world."

She, the girl, was a bastard herself because the biological father abandoned her mother way before she was adopted by the Solomons. But the girl already knew that.

"Men and a women," continued Alfie "they're physically different. Men have something called penis… it's like a sausage."

"Like a sausage?" Allie raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. And you know your body, Allie. All women have the same body under their clothes. Well, when a man is really happy to see a woman his sausage is happy too. And it will let his owner know that. If the woman agrees, she will be happy to see his sausage if not, then I'm sorry but the man can't do something about it. Well, he can, but that's another story. This is important, Allie, a woman ALWAYS must consent to see it ok? Always, right?. Well, then the man and the woman go to the bed… or the sofa, or the wall or fuckin' wherever. And the man…"

What followed was a detailed explanation of what happened with the man and the woman while they were together. He even used his hands to help himself to explain it.

Allie wasn't impressed. In fact, she found it quite boring, repetitive and complicated. She thought that a baby product of just a kiss was way better that all of that. And more romantic. Why the hell it was so hard to make a baby?

"… It's called semen. It's like milk."

"I thought only women can produce milk." Allie studied her father, thinking he was joking to her.

"It's not that kind of milk, Allie. Its only use is to help babies to be created. And that's it. Nine months later you have a baby. Sometimes one or two months earlier but it's not the rule."

"It's not interesting. It's boring as fuck, dad. That much scandal for a breakfast." Allie furrowed her brow, just like Alfie "I'd be playing with Daisy if it wasn't for Claire and her stupid boyfriend."

"Breakfast?" Interrupted Alfie. "What breakfast?"

"You described everything as a breakfast. Milk, eggs, sausages… what it's that if not a breakfast?"

Alfie laughed out loud. He just finished to explain his daughter the biological process of making a baby and Allie just compared it with a breakfast… Undoubtedly she was a kid.

Two days later, Rose saw a letter on the table. It was from school explaining that Allie had received a notification because of her behaviour. Apparently her daughter had been talking openly about sex in the classroom. Specifically about babies. Rose left the letter on the table again and pinched her nose, sighing.

"ALFIEE!"

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Hey there, if you are up for it could I make a request for angst/comfort/fluff with Batcher’s x fem!reader or (wrecker x fem!reader).

The situation: she’s been with the team for a while and is used to their teasing and can dish it out, but unknowingly, they tease her about something from her child hood that she would get teased about (something silly, not too serious). She hasn’t told them about it bc she still gets bothered by it and they notice her withdraw and one finds her upset. She knows she shouldn’t be mad at them and of course feels bad that they feel bad. They talk it out and she clears the air, things go back to normal, etc (maybe a kiss from Wrecker).

🫣I hope this makes sense. Feel free to interpret how you feel fit. (If not, just scratch it)

Thanks for being an amazing writer! 🎉

Warnings and Information: No real age rating. 2nd person POV; undescribed fem!Reader with the use of she/her pronouns. Wrecker has a crush on Reader. Light, playful teasing all around from our Batchers and Reader. Mentions of a generic, embarrassing situation that happened in the reader's childhood (part of your clothing getting stained/dirty and not remembering how it happened). Minor language. Sprinkling of Mando'a. I wasn't quite sure where this was going for a while honestly, but I think I got it all smoothed out! Thanks for making a request! <3

Word-count: 5,046

Hyperspace was a strange and mystifying concept. You could spend hours, days, even whole weeks traveling at breakneck speeds among the eternal, ethereal canvas of space. Time felt different in hyperspace. Too short, too long, and everything in between. Were it not for a day/night system within the attack shuttle, you'd lose sense of time, and much like the primary navigator of Clone Force 99, your sleep schedule would be kriffed. 

You could stare out the viewport of the Havoc Marauder at the swirling, shimmering and shifting blues for hours at a time. If only you had a moment of peace, though. You can hear someone calling your name, the voice growing closer as they search for you. 

It's a small ship, he'll find you eventually. You keep your eyes fixed on the hypnotic scene just outside the viewport. 

"Hey, daydreamer. Thought I'd find you here. Chow time." Hunter steps into the cockpit, the hinged box of foodstuffs tucked in the crook of his right arm. With his left hand, Hunter scrounges up your share of the rations and passes them over to you. "Here. Best-tasting bits in the box." 

You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh I'm sure." Everything about ration bars and sticks are incredibly bland. They're not meant to be flavorful. They're just supposed to keep up with the minimal nutritional needs of the lifeforms they were formulated for. Your options were "chewy" and "crumbly" if you were lucky. "Thanks, Hunter." You bite down into one, and as expected, it's just barely palatable, but chewy today. 

His head bobs politely. "You're welcome. We make planet-fall to meet up with Commander Cody in 12 standard hours." Hunter closes the box and tucks it away in an overhead compartment within the cockpit. You must have been the last of the squad to get your last meal of the day before the Marauder automatically cycles itself into nocturnal lighting. 

Twelve hours… just two more meals at least before you'd reach your destination. Just twelve more hours of hyperspace to lose yourself in before you had a job to do. You weren't going to let Commander Cody regret his decision to allow a non-Clone researcher into the ranks of the GAR. 

Hunter catches the way your shoulders droop just half an inch at the news. "Hey. Something on your mind?" 

"Hm?" You perk up at the shift in tone of his voice, wondering what tipped him off. "Nothing's the matter, Hunter. I'm fine. Only thinking." 

"About…?" 

You shake your head softly, smiling gently at the Clone Sergeant who had spent considerable effort to make sure you felt like part of this team. "I promise, I'm fine. Just mentally preparing myself for what Commander Cody asked of us." You could be honest with Hunter. When he learned that the seventh researcher considered for his squad could tolerate a bit of rude humor and teasing, he had admittedly thought about testing his commander's claims alongside his brothers, save for Echo. 

"She spent some time with the 501st. If she can handle them, she can handle you. She spent six months with them before Commander Cody considered reassigning her. They're not an easy group." Echo cautioned Hunter after reading the introductory files. 

"Neither are we. Sounds like she's in for a challenge." Crosshair scoffed, waving away the files he had no interest in reading. Hunter would have been completely on board with the idea of seeing how soon they could send researcher number seven running, were it not for the way Wrecker took Tech's datapad and frowned in deep concentration as he read. He kept scrolling back to the top of the file every few minutes to glance at the portrait attached. 

Researchers one through six had been men. 

Men who'd had their pride hurt when Tech corrected them, men who'd promptly disembarked the attack shuttle the next time they reported to Commander Cody because they couldn't stand the unprofessionalism, and men who realized too late that they were not cut out for traveling the galaxy like they once thought and had been more of a liability than an asset to CF99. 

"She's pretty." Wrecker murmured to himself, scrolling back up to the portrait for the fifth time. "And she's… uh, what's that word mean, Tech? … Oh wow. That's a lotta certifications. So she's real smart? When's she supposed to join us?" 

"Twelve standard hours." Tech replied nonchalantly, taking the datapad back before Wrecker would change his mind and steal another look at the professional headshot embedded in the file. "Which means we would have ample time to come up with an excuse to-" Hunter shook his head sharply, silencing Tech. "Let me see the file." 

He thumbed his way down the file and made his selection. Crosshair tucked his arms around his chest, toothpick swaying in the air like a conductor's wand as he spoke, hearing the cheery tone that denoted Hunter had selected ACCEPT rather than dismissing the application. "You're approving her to join our squad? Just like that?" 

"Just like that." 

Twelve standard hours later, Hunter knew he was not going to regret this spur of the moment decision to include this woman on his squad. Crosshair made a blunt remark about needing to move things to shelves you could better reach, and you wasted no time in retorting that there was no need. 

"I'll just be sure not to wear my shoes when I use you as a footstool or a ladder, string bean." 

The toothpick fell from his lip, expression incredulous. "Stri-?" 

"HAHAHAH! I like her already!" Wrecker declared before pushing through his brothers to be the first to introduce himself, "Hi! I'm Wrecker!" 

Things only got easier from there. They liked that you weren't afraid of a little teasing. You could definitely dish it, too! When Commander Cody asked to see the squad three months later when there wasn't so much as an inkling as to whether you were still with them or not, he had been surprised that his brothers were prepared to go and beg to keep this seventh researcher. 

Tech appreciated that you didn't take great offense to his gentle, or not-so-gentle, corrections. A new conversational partner with an inquisitive mind was sorely needed, too. 

"It's 'clusters of three, leave it be' when it comes to select plants found on planets like Naboo, yes. But not where we're going." 

"Is it? … Oh, yes, you're right. Interesting. 'Leaves of three, safe for me. Leaves of four, internal war.' That's… ominous. I'll be sure to study up on this; thank you Tech." 

Crosshair didn't tolerate anyone other than you (or his brothers) comparing him to a kriffing vegetable. Matter of fact, he took it badly if you didn't playfully mock him every couple of rotations. 

"What's got you so sour this morning? Didn't chew enough logs for your beaver den last night?" you had teased, alluding to his habit of gnawing on a toothpick whenever he had the chance. 

"... caf pot is just taking its sweet kriffing time." 

Echo had enjoyed that there was someone who could share in the stories about the shenanigans of the 501st in the wee hours of twilight. Someone to reminisce with. Someone to tell him what he'd missed.

"Captain Rex had to separate a couple of batchmates, I think,  because they wouldn't stop making faces at each other when they thought he couldn't see!" you giggled, drying the tears from your eyes and clutching the aching ribs from laughing so much during one of your happier recountings. 

"Are you sure they weren't Shinies?" Echo asked. You shrugged honestly, admitting you couldn't tell, and did your best to describe the patterns painted in blue on their armor. Echo only sighed and laughed. "Of course it'd be them."

Hunter found greater relief for his episodic headaches since bringing you on board their team. You weren't brought there to be their medic, but you had a knack for knowing just what sort of headache plagued him before he could puzzle it out with everyone making so much noise around him. 

"Here. Give this a try, see if that does anything to relieve your migraine, sarge." 

"How could you tell it was a-?"

"Shhh. I'll explain later. Go lay down in your bunk. I'll ask the others to be quiet."

And Wrecker…

… oh you had him wrapped around your little finger so tightly. He just loved you. The rest of the squad often found the two of you sharing snacks, or found you curled up in his bunk (with Lula snug in your arms) if Wrecker discovered you passed out in one of the crash seats, and entertained him with stories about your childhood. It would've broken his brother's heart if Hunter had been asked to transfer out their seventh researcher. It took less than a full week for Wrecker to realize that he didn't just find you pretty; but he was starting to develop a crush on you the longer you'd been with them.

You weren't stupid to the crush, either. You definitely noticed. But in the interest of professionalism, you and Wrecker both were very careful to keep things platonic and friendly. No one was quite sure if romantic partnerships could be pursued between the Clone soldiers of the GAR and nat-born personnel with the relative newness of this program. 

For now. 

You were supposed to meet up with Commander Cody every three months. It's been six months (and a handful of days in hyperspace) since you had joined the ranks of the Bad Batch, hoping to get approved to remain with them longer by the Marshal Commander. And it'd take just less than twelve standard hours to find out just how much or how little the two of you cared about keeping it professional. 

You could hear Echo groaning in the bunkroom from the confines of the cockpit. "What's with Echo?" you asked Hunter, wondering what was troubling the cybernetically enhanced soldier this… well, you guessed you could call it evening. "He okay?" 

"Dunno." Hunter shrugged, letting you exit the cockpit first so the two of you could go see what was wrong. 

Echo is sitting in Tech's rack, the two of them trying to scrub a mysterious stain out of the material of Echo's modified sleepwear. Nothing they have tried seems to be working. "It's getting worse." Echo insists, the edge of his voice suggesting he's getting very frustrated. 

"We will find something to remove the stain, Echo," Tech insists, trying to be reassuring and supportive, "don't worry." 

"We've been trying to get it out for the last ten minutes, it's not working!" You ask to give the sleep-shirt a look, offering to help so no one loses their temper with one another despite best efforts. "I'm no stranger to stains as a researcher. I get my clothes dirty all the time." you say, trying to lighten the mood. It looks like the stain is oil-based when you lift it up to your face to make a closer visual inspection. "Oh, this shouldn't be too hard to remove. Just need a little hot water and some cleaner. I've got something that should do the trick." 

You nab the container of laundry detergent powder that you have tucked among your things that's never failed you in removing even the toughest of stains, and there's some nervous snickers over the size of the box. "Are you really gonna need that much to get a little stain out?" Wrecker asks curiously, eyes flitting from container to the stain on the shirt that's roughly the size of a fingerprint.

You laugh gently, taking the top with you to the sink in the tiny on-board 'fresher. "Oh, no-no! I just like to be prepared and have a lot of this on hand." 

You're not quite sure who makes the first remark (or what it is exactly) over the gush of the faucet, but someone makes a jab that sounds like it's about the size of the detergent box and your comment regarding preparedness. You're honestly not sure. You're more focused on removing the grease from the sleepwear to completely pay attention. When you're finished, you carefully wring out the water from the material of the sleepwear and give it to Echo. "Here, give that a look. See if I got it out." 

He exhales softly with relief, thanking you. "Like it was never there. Thank you. This was one of my last sets of clean sleepers before we see Commander Cody." 

"Hey, like I said," you remind him with a smile, "plenty of experience with stained clothing as I've gotten older." 

Rationally, you understand that the remark one of them makes is made innocently, but it strikes a sore nerve all the same. "Hah. Betting there's some clothing that you ruined as a kid that you'd know how to get out now and save yourself some embarrassment or something, huh?"

You swallow uncomfortably. There is at least one occasion you can think of, yes. But it happened so long ago you don't recall the specifics. Maybe it'd been a party with your family or some friends, or maybe it was a sleepover, and you can't recall if the stain had gotten on the tops or bottoms of one of your favorite outfits as a child. But it was so bright and obvious that it was impossible not to miss. Trying to clean it up with a napkin or paper towel only smeared it into the clothing. And trying to use water just made it even worse, even larger and more noticeable than before because now part of you was wet. And some people had laughed. People with good intentions tried to help you clean the stain, but it just ruined your clothing, and you had to wear it for the rest of the day. 

You had been so kriffing embarrassed that you didn't even remember when you got your clothes stained, or what stained them to begin with. You just remember the teasing that came later. It probably wasn't even all that much teasing, in reality… but to a little girl, it sure felt like a lot. 

Someone timidly calls your name, noticing how silent you've become. An uneasy silence that you rarely fell into. "You okay, cyar'ika?" 

You don't say anything for a long moment, debating if it's worth explaining the embarrassing memory such a simple, honest question unearthed. No, you decide. It's silly. They've witnessed far worse as soldiers than a kriffing stain on their favorite clothes. Complaining about it to them would be… childish. You're being childish, you tell yourself. You're still bothered by things that happened so long ago that don't even matter, and those people who teased you likely don't remember now. How pathetic of you, you scold.

"I'm fine… I think I'm just tired. What, uh… what time is it?" you glance around the ship, genuinely forgetting where you might find something with a display of the time at the present moment. 

Tech, faithful datapad ever in hand, has the time. "It will be twenty minutes before the Marauder's internal lighting changes over to try to simulate nocturnal conditions." 

"Oh, no wonder…" you murmur, feigning a soft yawn. "I swear, it's always just shortly before we make planet-fall that my circadian rhythm finally takes the hint and wants to cooperate." Echo and Wrecker both nod sympathetically, Echo more so because he shares a similar struggle. Poor man is often turning like a nuna on a spit over an open fire in his bed, and it doesn't surprise Hunter, Crosshair or Wrecker anymore to now find three people chatting in the cockpit of the attack shuttle sometimes since the addition of the female researcher. (It certainly surprised Commander Cody on that three-month-mark check in that you were all getting along so well.)

Echo follows suit with a yawn of his own. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean, ad'ika… Think I'll turn in early too, if I'm not needed for watch duty."

Crosshair shakes his head, silently communicating with Hunter through a simple look, listing off your name along with Echo and Wrecker. "You three get some sleep. And Tech, do whatever the kriff you feel like so long as you do it quietly." If Cross and Hunter were taking watch together, they had something to discuss for a while before Crosshair would come along and collect Tech from wherever he inevitably passed out and tuck him into his bunk. 

You bid everyone good night and climbed up into your rack, laying on your side to face the inner wall of the alcove for some semblance of privacy. Being sleepy was a façade, of course. Even when the lights dimmed, you didn't find yourself any sleepier. You just kept thinking back to that comment someone had said. 

You hadn't thought about that instance of your childhood in ages until tonight. But you're starting to think it affected you a lot more than you initially believed. 

Is that why I learned how to get stains out of practically every kind of clothing? Is that why I have such a big container of laundry detergent "just in case"? Am I worried that they'll make fun of me if I ever got such an obvious stain on my clothing while I'm doing my job as a researcher? Am I worried that… Wrecker will make fun of me? 

Wrecker whispers your name from his rack after a few minutes of silence. "Are you okay?" Unbeknownst to you, he's been thinking about the way you reacted after the question too, and he wants to see if you're okay. But you don't want to bother him while you're feeling so blue about childhood embarrassments, so you pretend to be asleep by not answering him. "Think she's asleep, Wrecker…" Echo mumbles somewhere below you. "You should try to do the same."

You can imagine the dejected frown as Wrecker turns into his bunk and with a sigh says, "... 'kay. I'll ask her in the morning, then. G'night." 

You'll have at least six standard hours to hope that Wrecker forgets to ask. Or, with a healthy helping of mercy from the galaxy, that you'd forget too. 

You wake up to a timid hand reaching up into your rack and poking you gently between your shoulder blades. You know without having to roll over or even open your eyes that it's Wrecker. Each one of them has a different method of waking you, and Wrecker is always cautious. 

"Mm. Mornin'." you mumble, carefully sitting up and easing yourself to the edge of your bunk. "Sleep well, Wrecker?" The team's always been real sweet and considerate in the "mornings" through hyperspace travel, but there's something with Wrecker in particular you're drawn to in the morning… you've never quite gotten it figured out. "No bad dreams at least, right?" 

"Eh… think so, at least!" Wrecker chuckles with an exaggerated shrug, stifling a yawn with the palm of his hand. "None that I can remember, anyway. What about you?" 

Cautiously lowering yourself from the bunk, you think back to last night's dreams and vaguely describe what you remember of the disjointed sequence of events. And of course, there had been something related to your recollections last night, but you didn't tell Wrecker about that. For the time being, you're just going to keep mum about it.

You have things to do around the Havoc Marauder to prepare for meeting up with Commander Cody; a little bit of paperwork, mostly. After Hunter divvies up the morning rations for everyone, you say that you're going to retreat back to bunks where it'll be quietest to get this all sorted out, indicating your paperwork. 

The neater you make this, the faster a busy man like the Commander will be able to approve you for another three months. 

Wrecker follows you back to the sleeping racks, followed after by Tech, who rouses you from the files just as you find your groove. 

"Is there something bothering you?" 

Your head snaps up in confusion and surprise. "Huh?"

Tech states your name and repeats his question, believing that you hadn't been paying attention at all rather than just listening half-heartedly. "I asked if there was something bothering you. You're not one to shy away from doing your paperwork around the squad. In fact, doing your paperwork around us has never been a problem before until-"

Wrecker cuts to the chase when he senses his brother's explanation is getting too long-winded. "Tech's asking if something upset you last night." 

"If one of us upset you last night." 

Cross, Hunter and Echo have now come to make themselves part of this budding conversation, joining everyone else presently in the bunkroom. "We noticed that you got really quiet, and that's not exactly like you." one of them remarks. 

"If there's a problem, we want to sort this out before we see Commander Cody. If he thinks there's a chance things aren't working out-"

"-he'll probably reassign you. And we don't want that. I-I don't want tha'..." Wrecker admits bashfully. 

Someone nudges Cross in the ribs to say something. "Did something one of us said last night embarrass you?" 

You shake your head firmly. If the five of them are worried enough that a playful taunt was taken too far last night, and they were scared to risk you becoming reassigned that they were getting the jump on things before they had the chance to kick off, then they must really think they did something to screw up, or that you're mad at them, and that's why you're not talking to them as you do your paperwork like usual. 

"Oh boys…" you start, setting aside the datapad to give them your undivided company. "No. You don't have to worry. And I'm truly sorry that I made you all worry, but… nothing's wrong, really." You explain in some detail that you're really and truly okay. Maybe feeling a little blue about the memories that resurfaced after you confide in all of them that it turns out that incident from your childhood still upsets you more than you initially believed. "I know rationally none of you knew that. Or that it would upset me. I didn't even know it'd upset me to think about the time I got some clothes dirty as a little girl. So I don't blame anyone. And once again, I'm really sorry if I made any of you think I was mad, or offended, or anything like that just before we see the Marshal Commander. You don't have to worry about me asking to reassign just because my feelings got a little bruised. C'mon. We've all teased each other plenty. Ain't that right, Mr. Toothprick?" 

In his relief, Cross can only chuckle silently. "Think you've used that one before. Don't tell me you're running out of ideas." 

"She has not. I've been keeping a list of her- Nevermind. That's not important." Tech interrupts himself, adjusting the strap of his goggles. "What is important is we've cleared the air. And everything seems to be in order once more, as we hoped." 

You smile. “Heh. Never change, Tech.” Before most leave you to your paperwork, Tech assures you he doesn’t particularly plan on it. Among those that stay are Hunter and Wrecker. Hunter will need to add his signature to the paperwork once you’ve gotten it completed, and Wrecker just wants to keep you company. And give, or get, a little reassurance. “You know we’d never make fun of you for getting a stain in your clothing and mean it, right?”

“Yes Wrecker,” you promise, pawning the datapad to the sergeant of the rogue Clone squad once you’ve scribbled out your own signature. Getting up from the borrowed bunk you had been sitting in, you give Wrecker a friendly kiss on the cheek just to see him smile again before you make your way to the snug ‘fresher aboard the attack shuttle to freshen up. In less than six standard hours, you’ll be making planet-fall, and there’s still lots to do. “I trust you guys. You don’t have to worry, big guy.” 

Neither do you, turns out. 

Very shortly after touching down on the landing pad, you trot down the gangplank of the Marauder, datapad with all your necessary files prepped and ready once Cody comes to greet you in your hand. As civilian personnel, you’re not exactly sure how far you can stray from the ship while you wait for the Clone Commander. Or if there’s even protocol for that kind of thing to begin with. Strangely, there’s more than just the members of the 212th here; you’re seeing hints of blue armor of the 501st roaming the landing pad too.

Someone calls your name. It’s a younger trooper you made friends with in the sixth months that you were with them, surprised to see you. “Ad’ika? Hey, long time no see! Hope the Bad Batch hasn’t been giving you too much trouble!” 

“Not at all; they’ve been great! Oh, it’s so good to see you.” you reply, excitedly throwing your arms around your friend before he gets the chance to warn you.

Poor fellow begins to sputter nervously. “Y-yeah, it’s good to see you too, but uh…” He utters something that sounds like the words oh no under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, pulling away from him. That’s when you notice why he’s panicking. You’ve just given your friend a hug not long after he must have touched up the paint on his armor. There’s a bright splotch of blue all over the front of your field uniform now. “Oh kriff, I’m so sorry…!” you apologize to one another simultaneously. The paint is very fresh, and there’s no hiding it either. Oh stars, that’ll be a nightmare to get out… and you have to speak to Commander Cody soon, there’s probably not enough time to change into another field uniform!

“Oh no… um, Hunter? C-could you take my datapad please? I need to-” You’re about ready to ask Hunter if he can possibly stall for a little time if the Commander comes to review the report, but when you turn around, you find that Cody’s already here and talking to Hunter. Wrecker takes one look at you, your clothing covered in blue paint, and decides that he’s not going to let you be the only one covered in paint before the Commander notices. Thankfully, he’s too distracted with the supply manifest Tech’s presented to him to have heard you asking Hunter to help. One look at the situation, and he’s made up his mind on what to do; your warning can’t sway him.

“Wr-Wrecker! What’re you-!”

Bounding up to you with a laugh, Wrecker hoists you into his arms against his chest, transferring some of the paint from your clothing all over his plastoid in the process after safely tossing the datapad to Hunter from your hands. “Hey, if you’re offering hugs, I want one too!”

Wrecker carries you closer to the group and the others take some of the paint off your clothing and add it to their armor without complaint. You and Wrecker bare the most paint of the six of you standing near the Commander as he glances down the paperwork to make sure everything appears to be in order. “Ah, well I see you boys have been getting along very well with your seventh researcher.” Cody remarks casually, looking up from the datapad now everyone had a little bit of blue on them. “Guess I don’t need to ask whether this means you’re all sick of one another, yet.” Hunter’s jaw drops open to comment, but he’s silenced when the indicator tied to the APPROVED button chimes. So instead, he simply thanks the Marshal Commander and offers a polite salute as Cody dismisses himself. 

Hunter swears softly when he takes a look at the datapad. “He’s… approved you for another six months.” he says incredulously, showing you the screen when Wrecker refuses to put you down still.

 APPROVED FOR: SIXTH MONTHS 

REASON: CAMARADERIE

Wrecker in particular whoops loudest of all, everyone delighted that you weren't going anywhere any time soon. Caught up in the euphoria of the moment, just as someone suggests that you all go get some real karking food to celebrate while you have a brief reprieve before your next assignment as a squad, you take advantage of your proximity to Wrecker and kiss him before you completely consider what you're doing. Laughing when the two of you pull apart, Wrecker gives you a slightly befuddled look and asks, "Heh, what was that for, mesh'la?" 

You start to apologize, saying things like you should have asked and you’ve been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you just weren’t thinking, much like now as you continue to ramble on apologizing. “I- I’m sorry, I guess I just got carried away.”

“Hey,” Wrecker chuckles, finally setting you on your feet, “S’okay. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, too. But uh, I didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so I tried to keep it professional. But… if you-” Crosshair scoffs, softly nudging your elbow as he brushes past the pair of you. You know by the wry smile, he’s teasing both of you, not just his brother. “He’s been secretly practicing his confession for the past twelve standard hours and it’s not gonna get any smoother than this. If you just say “kark the professionalism” you can spare us all from more embarrassment.”

Most everyone can only laugh to themselves. “Aww, don’t you worry Cross,” Wrecker tells him, you and Wrecker sharing a look that says y’know what, he’s right, kark the professionalism already, “she’ll make sure to get all the blue paint off your armor later.” 

Cross only rolls his eyes at that. But under his breath, as everyone steps into the din of the mess hall, it sounds like he’s asking Hunter if he has to pay up if it was exactly twelve standard hours from the time he thought you and Wrecker were finally going to move beyond this “little mutual crush” stage. 

(Yes. He does, it turns out.)

Frost's Note: Merkitty, I gotta admit, I totally thought of your OC Ohno during that wet-paint-and-hug scene at first. 😅 Once again, I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of your request! 🩷

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

[dam-peace]

(NSFW) Ask for VV: Also happy early or late Halloween by the time you get to this ask.

How would the RO React To MC Being A Werewolf.

Like they noticed MC having a needy look all night when they weren't looking and MC was looking at them never taking their eyes of them.

So when they get to MC's apartment MC looks at the window looking at the full moon before transforming right infront of them and stalking them like a hungry predator before noticing the very clear signs of arousal on MC and realise their in heat so,

who would let the beast ravage them and who would ravage the beast.

Thank you 😊 this is coming after Halloween, but I hope you had a great Halloween none the less! 🎃💚

Nicholas/Nicolette

If they're in a relationship with the MC they would ravage them, they can be pretty firm and playful in the bedroom actually 👀

Nicholas/Nicolette smiles sweetly, though their eyes are dark when they meet yours. "You want me?" They ask smoothly, gliding a gentle hand across your cheekbone. Waiting for you to nod in agreement, their eyes droop, now heavy with want...."Good." They reply back softly, suddenly holding your head firmly in place as they capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Tobias/Tahlia

Neither 😅 Matter of fact, whether you're in a relationship or not. They would literally use their powers to get you away from them, just shy of potentially killing you if you're in a relationship. But will actually put you in the hospital, if you try this on them if not in a relationship 😭

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tobias/Tahlia snarls, Looking down on you in disgust, now that your face is practically kissing the floor. Getting down to your level, they spit out in disgust. "Don't you ever try that sh*t again, you hear me?!"

Elias/Elia

They would definitely let the MC take the reins for a minute, just watching blankly as the MC starts to undress them. Though when things really start to heat up, they'll flip the MC over and get to work 👀 all.night.long 🫣

Elias/Elia raises a brow, after feeling what seems like the twentieth hickey being vigorously sucked onto their fair skin. "Are you done?" They ask non-chalantly, looking down at you, happily placed in-between their sturdy legs.

You raise a brow, trying to hide your nervousness with forced confidence. "Why? Am I doing a poor job at turning you on?"

Elias/Elia blinks back, their expression remains as stone faced as ever. "No..." They reply simply, then moving with the speed of a cobra. They flip you onto your back, and slide your underwear off in one fell swoop. "I just want to get started", they mutter lowly. Before diving their head in-between your legs.

Kacey

If in a relationship, then they would 100% let the MC ravage them 😂

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Kacey stutters out, watching as your hands travel over their body, slowly making their descent to the heavens not above....but down below.

"Making you mine." The MC replies back smoothly, pulling Kacey into a heated kiss. Kacey lets out a shriek, surprised by the sudden motion. Which quickly leaves them melting, practically begging for more.

[landhoehoehoe]

all on the line - Logan Sargeant

I can't believe I am actually finishing a multiple part story right here ahhhh🫣 Hope you enjoyed this story as much as I struggled writing it 🫶🏻

Side note: This is the part I hate the most out of the three parts lol

Part 1, Part 2

Song recs:

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Pictures of You - The Last Goodnight (for the part where they're in Spa)

Warnings: crash, idk what else

Logan Sargeant x reader; A crash makes him realize where his priorities lie

The French Grand Prix came by way too fast. 

You spent the weeks in-between burying yourself in work and sim racing to take your mind off that night with Logan. 

How could he have been so caring and loving and then a few hours later be a completely different person? 

Then again you’d basically wanted to flee his room the second you’d woken up. 

Maybe you’d sent the wrong signal. 

Maybe you should have just stayed in his arms and given in to the comforting feeling he evoked inside of you. But you knew that you couldn’t. 

A relationship with another driver would be under constant scrutiny and criticism by the public.

Even though you felt Logan’s gaze on you on multiple occasions while walking through the paddock and giving interviews, you did your best to ignore and avoid him. 

Thankfully Dennis had understood pretty fast that Logan was not a fun topic for you to talk about so the Norwegian didn’t bring him up anymore and even shielded you off from Logan whenever you needed to hide from the Carlin driver behind Dennis’ back. 

Only at the race start did it get tricky to avoid Logan: you were starting in the same row as him on the grid. 

Naturally you were nervous when you walked to your car on the grid, already spotting Logan’s blue race suit in the crowd of mechanics and engineers. 

When you reached your car, you turned your back to Logan, hoping he hadn’t noticed you yet. 

Slowly you pulled your race suit up all the way, forcing yourself to put your whole focus on the race lying ahead of you.

While waiting for the race to start, you engaged into conversations with your engineer and manager to seem as busy as possible, but your tactic didn’t work for long. 

“Y/n!”, he called out and you could hear his steps behind you. 

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the interaction with Logan before you turned around, trying to smile like you weren’t still thinking about his fingers inside of you. 

“Hey.”, he smiled at you, and you hated your heart for liking his stupid smile so much.

“Hey.”, you replied, not necessarily wanting to engage in a conversation with him. 

“So uh…you nervous?”, he looked at you so innocently… the complete opposite of how he’d stared at you when he’d towered above you. 

Get your thoughts straight!

You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself for still thinking of that night.

“Listen…. I can’t do this. Not now, not here, not ever.”, you suddenly burst out, avoiding looking into his eyes. 

“What do you mean?”, he furrowed his brows. 

“This!”, you gestured between the two of you, a trace of desperation in your voice. 

“You’ve made it pretty clear that this was a one time thing and I’m totally okay with that, but…I can’t pretend like that night meant nothing to me either. So… I think it’s best if we put some distance between us for a while.”, you poured out your heart, being careful not to draw the attention of the cameras to you and Logan. 

“But y/n, I-“

“Logan! We need you here, mate!”, someone called behind him, interrupting him. 

He checked over his shoulder to see that his race engineer was calling him.

“Look, I know we had fun together, but I can forget about this if you can.”, you offered, shrugging at his helpless look. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but then his shoulders slumped in defeat. 

“Okay, whatever..”, he turned around and walked away without looking at you again. What the hell was that? 

Was Logan seriously pissed at you for not wanting to get your feelings hurt? 

You rolled your eyes: You definitely had to forget about him. Quick!

When you sat in your car, waiting to push down on the throttle, you allowed yourself a short glance over to where Logan sat in the car next to you. 

His gaze was set on the lights ahead of you, completely focussed on the race now. You closed your eyes, gathering your thoughts. 

If he could move on like that, you could, too. 

“I’ll see you when I overtake you..”, you whispered to yourself, not wanting to break Logan’s and your tradition. 

As soon as the lights turned off, adrenaline rushed through your body, heightening your senses. 

You pushed into the first corner, keeping an eye out for your opponents behind and in front of you, and managed to slip in front of Logan. “Pourchaire point 4 seconds in front, keep pushing. Pace is good.”, you got the information from your race engineer and banned Logan from your mind, but that didn’t last for long, because soon enough the blue Carlin car was back in your mirrors. 

“Sargeant gaining: gap now point 2 seconds, go defend.”

You didn’t have to be told twice: There was no way in hell you would let him pass. 

So you defended your position, shutting the door on him more than once in the first few laps. Somehow you managed to stay ahead of him on the DRS straight, but soon enough he was attacking again: this time more aggressive, leaving less space between the two of your cars. 

It annoyed you to say the least. 

When he finally got past you, you cursed into the radio. 

“Keep your head down, still a long way to go.”, your race engineer instructed, directing your focus on Doohan, who now crept up behind you.

A few laps later you got the chance to overtake Logan again, because you’d managed your tyres better than Logan had and he was losing pace. 

You knew the move would be risky, going around on the outside in a particularly steep corner, but you only had one more lap of the race left to overtake. 

Your heart beat fast when you pulled out behind him and pushed down on the throttle, watching him through your mirrors. 

It almost worked perfectly: you went for the overtake and were about to cheer about gaining the position. 

And that’s when it happened: Logan steered towards the outside line, wanting to shut the door on you. 

But he’d miscalculated. 

Your car was already too far in front, so your inner rear tyre got catapulted over his front tyre.

You couldn’t fathom the situation as you felt the rear end of the car lift off the ground. 

Time seemed to have stopped. 

It appeared to you as if the accident was happening in slow-motion: you saw that Logan somehow managed to keep his car on the track, then you realized you had to let go of your steering wheel to prevent any hand injuries. 

And suddenly everything happened within the blink of an eye: time resumed. 

Your car landed back down on the ground, sliding sideways over the track and directly towards a barrier. 

With fear in your eyes, you prayed you’d be okay when you saw the barrier coming closer at a sickening speed. 

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever was about to come.

Then came the impact: Your head got flung to the left and right, hitting your chassis harshly. 

When you opened your eyes again, all you could see was dust and a piece of the broken barrier you’d crashed into on top of your halo. 

You groaned, trying to comprehend what had happened. 

Your head felt like a hoard of elephants had trampled all over it. 

“Y/n? Are you ok?”, only then did you realize someone was speaking to you. 

“Please confirm, are you ok?”, the worried voice repeated. 

It was your race engineer. 

“Yeah….I’m ok. Hit.…my head…”, you replied, breathing heavily. 

Then suddenly the barrier was lifted off of your halo, letting in some sunlight into your cockpit again. “Y/n!”, someone screamed at you, the voice sounded familiar. 

“Y/n! Are you okay? Please say something! Y/n!”, panic filled the voice. 

Slowly you managed to tilt your head slightly upwards to look at the person standing in front of your car.  

“Logan…”, you groaned lowly, your voice weak.

He reached down into your cockpit to free you of your seatbelts. 

“Y/n!”, he shouted again, but it sounded blurry, like he was far, far away. 

Your eyes fell closed again from the exhaustion.

“Hurry! She needs help!”, Logan turned his head away from you to scream at someone else. 

“Help her!”, he exclaimed, fear and desperation in his voice now. 

Moments later there were multiple voices around you, all talking nervously, some of them speaking to you, but you couldn’t comprehend what they were saying. 

All you could do was try and keep your eyes open, willing yourself to stay strong now.

Then suddenly hands reached into the car to help you climb out. 

Still feeling a bit wobbly, you were thankful for the help. 

You needed to get out of this car and show your team that you were okay. 

When your feet touched the ground, it was the weirdest feeling: like it was your first time standing on solid ground. 

The voices around you were still talking frantically, you could hear people clapping somewhere in the distance and the commentator saying something in French. 

An arm wrapped around your waist firmly and your arm was slung around someone’s shoulder to support you as you walked to the ambulance that was already waiting for you. 

When you turned to look at the person, you frowned. 

“Logan?”

You could still see the fear in his eyes. 

“Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”, he whispered, slowly guiding you across the track. 

“The race..”, your voice sounded dry and hoarse.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are okay. I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Later, when everyone knew that you would be okay and that you were on the way to the hospital for some checkups, Logan still had to give his interview for F2, which he wasn’t particularly looking forward to. 

Because he knew what their questions were going to be about. 

But he didn’t want to relive the crash.

 Not now, not ever again.

 It had been one of the worst experiences of his life: the fear of losing you, those moments when he saw you sitting in your car, not moving. 

“Logan, hi. What a day it’s been. The crash with y/n was a close one, but thankfully both of you could walk away without any serious injuries.”

Logan only nodded, his muscles tensing at your name falling from the interviewer’s mouth. 

“Tell us, Logan, you could have continued the race since your car didn’t take any damage, but you chose to help y/n instead. What was going through your mind at that time?”

Logan’s jaw clenched and he took a deep breath to come off as composed as possible. 

“To be honest, the second I saw her crash into the barrier I didn’t really care about my race anymore. In moments like these where someone’s in danger, scoring points becomes irrelevant. I’m just glad she’s okay and I’m so sorry to my team and to Prema of course.”, he answered, thankful for the media training he’d had. 

“As we’ve seen in the past few races of the season, you and y/n have gotten along particularly well… do you think this crash will have any effects on the relationship the two of you have built?”

What a shitty question. 

Logan wanted to throw his microphone at the interviewer’s head. 

Somehow he managed to refrain from it, instead gripping the microphone tighter. 

“Accidents can happen in motorsport, it’s a dangerous sport. But I know this crash was my fault and of course I take full responsibility for what happened. I can only hope y/n can forgive me.”

“Thank you, Logan. We wish y/n a speedy recovery and hope to see her in the paddock again come the next race.”

Logan put on a fake smile, like he’d actually enjoyed the interview, but all he wanted to do was throw up. 

He felt sick to his stomach when he returned to the Carlin garage. 

The crash was his fault. Solely his fault. 

And the worst part about it was that he could have continued the race. 

He could have kept racing without even the slightest injury or damage. 

But you were in the hospital because of his mistake, his fuck-up. 

---

“There she is, y/n y/l/n, finally returning for her first race after the horrific crash at Paul Ricard! Y/n, how are you feeling today? Excited to get back into the car?”, the interviewer was standing in front of you on the race track, next to where your car was being set up for the upcoming race in Spa. 

Well, how did you feel? 

Nervous, hella anxious, but also more than excited to feel the adrenaline rush of racing again. 

However, you legs still felt shaky whenever you thought of the crash. 

You smiled into the camera and tried to come across as confident as possible. 

“I’m feeling more than ready to get back into the fight for points. I’ve used this past month to focus on myself entirely, on getting fitter each day to come back stronger than before. So now I’m really looking forward to racing again.”, even though you knew half of what you’d just said was a lie, you still said it with so much conviction that everyone would have to believe you. 

“Thank you very much, good luck out there!”, the reporter left you alone again and you felt yourself relaxing as the cameras moved further away from you. 

“Hey.”, someone suddenly tapped your shoulder from behind. 

Immediately you tensed back up again. 

“Logan….hi..”, you didn’t know what to say. 

He hadn’t talked to you since the crash in France and you’d been way too busy with recovering to spare him a thought. However, the countless apology cards he’d sent you didn’t go unnoticed either. 

He looked at you with such an intensity that your stomach filled with butterflies instantly.

“Can we talk?”, he checked around himself to make sure no camera was pointed at the two of you. 

Your gaze went to the track to avoid him. 

“Logan…now is really not the time, I-“

“When is it then? You never talk to me anymore!”, he cut you off almost immediately, desperate for answers. 

If the two of you weren’t public figures he probably would have raised his voice by now, but years of media training helped him keep his voice low. 

“I just…..”, you looked up again and tried to defend yourself, but the words got caught in your throat. Fuck. 

If you’d thought you were over him, you were just proven wrong. 

You still wanted him. 

“Talk to me, y/n, please…”, Logan almost whispered, his eyes pleading you to finally open up. 

You checked again if any cameras were lurking. 

“It hurt… you know?”, you got lost in his eyes once again.

Logan pulled his eyebrows together in a frown. 

“It hurt: You asking me to forget that… that night.. ever happened.”, you elaborated and watched his eyes go wide. 

Then he let his head fall back, facepalming himself. 

“I’m such a fucking idiot.”, he groaned, before he looked back down at you. 

“Y/n….I…What I said back then was complete bullshit.”

You tilted your head at him in confusion. 

“Yeah… I doubt that. You were pretty clear on the pretending-this-never-happened part.”, you closed your eyes at the painful memory, but only until his hand came under your chin to tilt it upwards. 

“Y/n, listen to me when I tell you that that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said in my whole life.”

You gulped, not knowing what to say. 

Was this heading in the direction you hoped it would? 

“I…I know you said you can forget about that night, but I….can’t.”, he trailed off, his eyes involuntarily wandering to your lips. 

Both of you were now breathing heavy. 

“I only said that because I didn’t want to get hurt.”, you confessed, whispering because you suddenly realized how close his face was to yours. 

A voice in the back of your head warned you to check for cameras again, but all you could focus on was the way Logan looked at you. 

Like he wanted you just as desperately as you wanted him.

“I want to kiss you so badly right now..”, he whispered back, swallowing as he realized what he’d just said. 

You scanned his face: His lips, his dimples, his eyes, his nose, his brows. 

This is what you wanted: Him. 

So you decided not to think too much about it and finally take action. 

Without saying another word your hands pulled him down to connect your lips, taking him by surprise. 

It only took him a quick second before he sunk into the kiss though. 

He let go of your chin to wrap his arms around your waist tightly while his tongue softly entered your mouth. 

You held onto him even tighter if possible and pressed yourself against his chest. 

This was it, you were so sure of it: the feeling of letting yourself fall in love. 

When you tugged on his hair slightly he groaned and you could feel him smiling against your lips. 

It was only until you heard loud cheering noises around you that you realized Logan and you weren’t the only two people on this planet. 

As soon as the two of you broke up the kiss, a dozen cameras were swarming you. 

“Did everybody see that or am I hallucinating? Y/n Y/l/n and Logan Sargeant have just kissed on the track. I repeat: they have kissed on track, in front of everyone!”, the reporter almost shouted into her microphone, making sure absolutely everyone knew what had just happened. 

You could only laugh in relief as Logan confidently grinned and wrapped an arm around you. 

One look to the stands told you you weren’t the only one who was happy about the kiss. 

Fans were standing up everywhere and cheering you on. 

“Well….looks like we’ve just gone public.. on our first day of dating…”, you joked and Logan smirked, squeezing your waist. 

He bent down to whisper into your ear.

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t been in love with you for months now..”, he enjoyed watching your face go red within seconds. 

Once again, you completely forgot about the cameras around you. 

“Seriously, y/n. I’m so sorry for everything I put you through only because I was too stupid to realize how much you meant to me..”, he added in a low voice so that nobody else could hear him but you. 

“I’m sorry, too, Logan. For saying all those things even though they weren’t true.”, you replied in the same soft voice, causing a smile to creep onto his face. 

“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me, deal?”

You began smiling again. 

“Deal.”

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Hey queen hope all is well

Now on to a very serious question

When Jude and Cardan…. well… ya know…AHEMED 🥴🫣😳… in QON

was Jude on top or when she says that she fumbles into the right position, does she mean that they like legit switched positions so that he was on top

I’m just never entirely sure I change my mind ever time I read it

hiya babes! Jude is on top. i'll take you through the succession of events from QON, chapter 21. welcome to Em's Sex Ed Breakdown.

(this ask will be talking about sex explicitly. if you don't want to read about sex, keep scrolling)

1. Jude lies down on the floor, naked and mocking Cardan.

2. Cardan cages her body with his on the floor, tells her to mock him all she likes.

3. they kiss, and he's physically on top of her.

4. then he moves off of her and lies beside her, asking her what she wants.

5. she straddles him. when she says she fumbles into what she thinks is the right position, she means over his dick. (i could imagine that Elfhame does not have very good sex ed. their sex ed is watching older people have sex at revels until they're old enough to have sex themselves. so it makes sense that Jude is like "i thiiiiiinnnk this is how it's done?")

6. and we have further proof of Jude being on top when she says she is in control. one of the only positions really where a vagina-haver is in control during penetrative sex is when they're on top. and the reason she's "kind of in control kind of out of control" is because, well, the sensation of sex, especially when you're unused to it, can feel a lot like losing control.

hope this cleared some things up for you!

–Em 🖤🗡

more theories and analysis

[masterjedilenawrites]

L & O for the Bad Batch and Delta Squad pls? 🫣💞 Glad to see you're back!! Hope you've been taking care of yourself 💞💞💞

Glad to be back! I've been trying to take care of things, making some progress slowly but surely. Thanks for the love, hope you enjoy these headcanons! 💖

L | Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Hunter and Wrecker will be straightforward and honest, no games or drawn out pining for these guys. As soon as they know they like someone, they say so. As soon as they fall in love, they declare it. There's no need to wait or make a big show of it in their minds.

Tech and Scorch normally like to have a plan when it comes to these things, but they'll get to a point where they're so overwhelmed by their own emotions that their confession is blurted out in an unexpected, rambling mess. They will be giddy and excited, nervous and perplexed. It'll be a chaotic but sweet moment.

Crosshair and Boss won't actually confess, their relationship will have no real start date. Over time they'll simply open up more, spend more time together, progress the physical stuff bit by bit. It'll be slow and subtle, so when they do utter the words "I love you," they'll have already said it in so many other ways before.

Echo and Fixer are doing this the old-fashioned way, creating a moment separate from the hustle of daily life to ensure there's enough time and attention for what they want to say. Maybe they'll draft a speech or just wing it, but either way they're being very clear in their intentions and making it special.

Sev is just... an adorable disaster. He is so out of his element, so confused and unsure about what he feels, why he feels it, how to express it all... He's yearning. He's annoyed. He's scared. His crush would need to help him find his words, or just speak them for him.

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O | On Could Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Hunter and Scorch are needy, especially on a physical level, so it's very apparent to anyone with eyes how they feel. They'll stand or sit closer, always look to hold a hand, constantly bring them in for hugs or kisses, etc. They can't help but want to be close and a part of their daily lives as often as possible.

Wrecker and Crosshair are busier the more they're in love. They no longer waste a single second sitting idle when they could be doing something for the person they care about. Whether it's taking off on an errand or participating in whatever their partner is doing. Sometimes it's obvious what they're up to, other times it's subtle but still appreciated.

Tech and Sev do not recognize their own feelings for a while, but it's very obvious for everyone else. They're generally more patient and caring, bringing the person up in conversations randomly, going out of their way to help them or make them smile. When they realize how they feel (with or without some prodding from some brothers), it's a huge revelation and they are shook.

Echo and Fixer become more talkative. There's so many opportunities now for good conversation, whether it's explaining plans and ideas, reliving memories, asking questions, or just shooting the breeze. This person becomes their go-to for sharing any thoughts that pop into their head. Including more intimate topics and sweet nothings, which they always save for more private moments.

Boss may not come across as any different in normal, day-to-day activities. He still keeps on his game face as a leader and treats everyone with equal care and respect. But privately, he'll have date nights on his calendar, and a new route home that passes by a flower shop... little things added into his "after-hours" life that give away where his heart truly lies.

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[missameliep]

I absolutely loved that you went for horror/comedy for the series anniversary, Lori 💞

That's one of the funniest videos I've ever seen and yeah, if you hang out with toddlers and kids long enough you learn they can dig the weirdest things possible and not be horrified by the creepiest doll ever 😂

This fic was so funny and I loved it all!

Of course Hamid would be the loving and caring type of father with doses of chaos (dressing their daughter as Chuck? Seriously, dude? Daphne is too forgiving!!! 😂😂😂).

The yellow raincoat 💛 and Daphne immediately sharing the pic in the group chat and everything till finding the "baby" and understanding what Talia wanted was so well-paced and funny. Vee and Hamid had the greatest dialogues, because yeah, it's probably a mystery even for the Psychologists who don't deal with toddlers these young what's going on in their brains lol

And Hamid's sisters are always so much fun and the dialogues in this fic are all great but the bits with Daphne after the cursed doll returns are just hilarious 😂

I can't pick a favorite one and you don't need me quoting everything back to you, but I'll just highlight a few favorites:

"It just said 'Who knew I'd find the place I can truly call home within the heart of a beautiful woman dressed as a heaven-sent creature at a Halloween party at a sorority in Cornell?'"

"No signature? How cryptic..." 

I laughed hard at this dialogue! Hamid and Daphne are so cute and funny 💞 and the whole Hamid having "send-flowers-to-my-wife-days" are so absolutely in character for him! It's great to see them so in love after seven-years 💖

Aw, look at him finally learning how to be humble," Briar joked.

Bart ❤️😁

"My love, I promise we'll be fine. As soon as Talia falls asleep, I'll lock the doll in the safe. Evil spirits can’t unlock safes."

“You don’t know that!”

“Who says it won’t work? No one has ever tried that before.”

She huffed, finally giving in to his hug. "I hope you know the only reason you're not sleeping on the sofa tonight is because I need you close to me in case that creepy thing is possessed.”

These interactions and his promise to get the archbishop's phone number just in case and actually asking for it was peek comedy 😂

I wouldn't call Hamid a bad parent, it's clear he's trying to make his daughter happy even if the choices are a bit unconventional lol I guess every parent has been there, and all have faced this sort of judgement... Hopefully the cursed doll will remain in the safe and they're getting a safe and peaceful night of sleep and not being slaughtered...so... it'll be just a fun anecdotes to tell when Talia is older and has no recollection of this doll unless it becomes a thing she's attached for years, than I'm sorry for Daphne.

And idk if as a Brazilian we had so many horrible and scary dolls around (and Fofão) growing up that people willing bought kids, that the greenish doll wasn't all that spooky considering she's supposed to be a Halloween item and the little girl in the video is so cute and caring with the "baby" and you obviously see how affectionately she's treated and she behaves the same with the horrible doll with no eyes 🫣😂

Bad Parenting

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: T Word count: 4613 Reading time: ~19 min Summary: Hamid is hosting an elegant dinner party to celebrate Daphne’s birthday. But the night won’t go as smoothly as he hoped when his daughter gets strangely fond to a very special kind of party decoration.  Based on the prompt: a powerful child video

Author’s note:

Daphne Wang-Osmanoğlu, Talia Wang-Osmanoğlu, Veronica Dantas, Sevim Osmanoğlu, Nesrin Aksoy, Malak Osmanoğlu, Alisha Hastings-Sinclaire, Kaan Aksoy, Cengiz Aksoy and Elif Aksoy are creations of this author. The others characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios;

I saw this tiktok video last year and I’ve been dying to write a spooky story for Hamid and Daphne ever since. Instead of smut to celebrate MTB four years, I wrote humor with a dash of romance, fluff and a very peculiar toy 😂

This is seven years ahead of MTB’s current timeline, but you can easily read it if you have ever Hamid and Daphne’s story in this AU.

Hamid closed the door of his car and patted his jacket pocket to check if he didn’t forget anything. “Wallet, phone, keys…”

“Baba!”

His lips curled upwards. As he looked down, his nineteen months old daughter beamed at him, stretching her little arms up. 

“Oh, I knew I was forgetting something!” He then crouched down to pick up his daughter, who kissed his cheek once she was in his arms. “Now I have everything I need.”

“Baba, rain!” Talia pointed her chubby finger to the sky as a breeze blew against her bangs.

A lighting bolt cut through the grey sky as he looked up. 

“Huh…” He then glanced at his daughter in surprise. “Since when did you get so smart, kuzum¹? Is it all the broccoli your mum makes you eat every day?” He kissed one of her cheeks. “Or is it because of the weather song I got stuck in my head for over a week?”

He proceeded to pepper kisses over her cheeks as Talia giggled.

“Well done, my beautiful girl! Well done! By the way, I think this calls for your brand new rain cape.”

“Yay!”

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