#must think he’s just been hoeing around all over the place

[cryptidsdad]

always thinking about robert pretending to be the neighborhood kids dad when they get in trouble

[beelmons]

Mandatory team-building exercise

Pairing: BAU x Fem!BAU!Reader (becomes Hotch-centered) Genre: Smut (18+, minors are not encouraged to interact or read this story) CW: unprotected sex (i do not encourage), slight exhibitionism (not really, but ppl know stuff), jealous!hotch (a lil only), hoeing around, reader is bisexual Word count: 6,795 (very sorry about this) Summary: After a night of drinking, your boss proposes a bonding exercise so the team can get even closer: Everyone must make out with you, and you have to choose who kisses best. A/N: I got too carried away with this, no idea if i did any good, but here you go. Tag list (tagging everyone who reblogged and voted hotch): @ssamorganhotchner @montyfandomlove @hotchners-sweetheart @hey-dw @cassiemartzz <;3

Best part of going to O’keefe’s was wrapping the night up at Rossi’s, slightly tipsy, laughing about everything, and generally enjoying the genuine personalities of your friends, no masks or guards up, which was something hard to do at work. David’s house was a place where you could bare your soul and still feel safe. 

“...and I swear, everyone just thought it was the most normal thing.” JJ said while swinging her glass of wine around, and the people around her let out a light laugh. 

“I bet Rossi could agree with that, couldn’t you?” Morgan directed the question to Dave “After all, it’s your fault that we don’t get to fraternize with other agents, ain’t that right?” his comment made everyone laugh once again. 

“No, no, never within the same department. I was in the bureau during the 70’s and 80’s, you didn’t get that many women out here, let alone in the BAU. By the end of my career, we only had two female agents in this unit and I had already been married thrice. So, do the math, if I had wanted to sleep with someone from the same unit, it would have had to be…” he made a pause for dramatic build-up “well, Gideon.” 

The entire team let out a disgusted yet amused grunt at the mere idea of seeing two of their former bosses interacting in such fashion. You watched Spencer’s face be particularly crumpled, he was possibly picturing it in vivid detail by accident, consequences of having such a bright mind, so you decided to grab the hand that was holding his long island tea and push it gently towards his lips. You giggled at how he automatically obeyed and swallowed down a rather big gulp of his beverage. 

“I’m just glad these are problems we don’t have to face in the BAU, you know, fraternization between agents.” Hotch said, taking a sip off his glass. 

The silence that took over the group was deafening. Accusatory looks were being exchanged between everyone, and they could notice how certain glances lasted longer than appropriate. Hotch didn’t usually stay long enough to see how the nights ended, when everyone was too hammered to call their own cabs, or too impaired to question themselves whether the person they were kissing was or was not part of the team. 

“Well, I think this is a conversation you kids should have without your parent present.” David, who was way faster at reading the situation compared to the unit chief, got up from his chair, leaving his glass by the table. Aaron sighed in what seemed like disappointment, and immediately followed Dave's actions. “No, no.” the older man quickly put a hand on his shoulder indicating him to sit down “I think it’s better if you stay; do some bonding. I’ll be in my room, sleeping, don’t be afraid to be noisy, the place is soundproof, just make sure to leave the alarm active once you leave.”

Incredulity washed over the unit chief as he watched his fellow team leader walk away from the situation. The eyes had turned to him instead, silently questioning about the decision he was going to take. It was a bit awkward to discuss your personal affairs with your boss present, sure, but it’s not like you didn’t have a relationship with him. Hotch, reserved and all, knew each member to a level of intimacy that few others could be able to reach, and had protected them in ways no other superior would approve of.  

“Whatever I hear today will come through the ears of your friend, not your superior, but there’s no discussing this back at the office, understood?” the boss clarified as he went back to his seat, his hand reaching for the scotch he had left on the table. There was a second of doubtful silence, people were unsure how safe it was to share such private, and risky, information. Hotch started to catch up, feeling slightly unwelcome and bothersome, so he let out another sigh.  

“Elle was Reid’s first time.” you spurted out of the blue, trying to ease the anxiety that was probably growing within your superior. 

“Hey!” your partner yelled out, being sat next to you on one of the couches, clearly offended that he was the scapegoat to the situation. 

“Greenaway?!” Morgan asked from across the living room. 

“Do you know any more Elles, Morgan?” you said, your eyes rolling. 

“How did you even land that, kid?” the dark-skinned man continued to ask. 

“I’m not really a fan of discussing my sex life out in the open, which is why this was told in confidence to my close and dear friend” the young doctor shot you a quick glare with a hint of anger on it. 

“Oh, so now it’s a sex life?” JJ teased. 

“Totally.” you said, taking a sip of your own drink before continuing “Because he told me this two minutes before he shoved his tongue in my mouth, and his fingers down my pants.” 

“No way!” Prentiss let out while everyone else laughed in surprise, Hotch’s eyebrows simply slightly raised at the confession. 

Reid was sinking on his seat, his ears reddened from the looks that he was receiving. You made sure to squeeze his thigh lightly and shoot him a smile, which deflated the uneasiness that he was feeling. You didn’t mean any harm, and there was no wrong in letting the secret out in front of your most cherished friends, they would have found out one way or another. 

“Morgan and I made out once.” Garcia interrupted the teasing in order to protect her favorite boy wonder from any further teasing, and Derek drew a smug smile on his face at her affirmation. 

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” Hotch contributed with an absolutely unphased expression, or so until another idea ran through his mind, his brows furrowing in concern “Hold on, was this on company time?” both suspects froze in their place and exchanged questioning, guilty looks. Regardless of the answer, their expressions had been enough to give them away “you know what? it’s better if I don’t know.” 

“That office is certainly cozy, don’t you think?” JJ said once again, her eyes traveling between you and Penelope. 

“Impossible.” Derek’s eyes spread wide open, his jaw basically dropping “Please don’t tell me the three made out in Garcia’s office and didn’t invite us to watch” he let out in a pleading, hurt tone. 

“Four.” Emily barged in. 

The men in the room seemed to melt at the revelation, the expression being quite literal for Morgan who slid down the chair in defeat, landing on his knees as if he had been shot in the cruelests of fashions. Spencer could only furrow his brows and let his mouth fall open, already trying to picture the situation. 

“Was it like, taking turns on each other? or the four of you putting your lips together in one single kiss?” the blond asked in order to assess the spatial situation better. 

“I’d say it was kind of a free-for-all sort of situation.” Prentiss answered him. 

“At some point, I’d close my eyes and whomever’s lips came to mine, I was fine with it.” JJ commented, earning a flirty giggle from the rest of the girls around her. 

“You women are killing me.” Morgan said once again, but a sudden epiphany seemed to come through his brain, and he turned in your direction with a pointed finger “Wait a second. That means you have been through everyone’s lips?!” he said in surprise. 

“You’ve made out with her too?!” Garcia said in an offended tone. 

“Christmas last year, got a little carried away with that mistletoe kiss.” he admitted “But nothing further than that.” 

Everyone’s eyes turned to you, the crowd had a mixture of accusation and admiration on their faces, depending on who you looked at, and their staring was making you a little uncomfortable, if you were being honest. 

“Have you all looked at yourselves? This is a ridiculously hot group of people. Being bisexual is very hard with a team like this.” you argued in your defense and decided to down whatever liquid was still inside your glass. Their faces seemed to light up with a hint of shyness. Everyone thought so, of course, but compliments on your physical appearances were not something you exchanged frequently. It was nice to hear once in a while. 

“Did you ever end up sleeping with someone?” Hotch’s question took everyone by surprise, yet they were intrigued enough to allow him to ask uninterrupted. 

Your eyebrows raised with slight offense “Come on, Hotch, I’m not a slut. The closest I have come to was Reid, and even so we stopped because I didn’t want to jeopardize our jobs.” you complained. 

“Sorry, that was not my intention-” he began, until Reid’s question cut him off. 

“Who’s the best?” he asked. 

“Spencer!” JJ yelled accusingly. 

“No, no, let the kid ask.” Morgan put a hand in front of JJ’s chest, trying to keep her opinions from coming out. Yet again, you were put as the center of attention, but you decided to shrug off the question. 

“It’s not like I keep track of each time!” you let out, pushing your friend by the shoulder playfully at his suggestion “Most of them were really far apart from each other, and it only happened once with each one of you.” you clarified, your eyes traveling to Aaron, as if you were trying to justify yourself to him. 

“So, what I hear is: if they were to happen one after the other, then we could find out?” Emily questioned in your direction. 

“There’s a pretty spacious coat closet by the entrance.” Reid pointed out. 

“Oh, we could make it into a competition, and whoever wins gets to sleep with her!” Garcia blurted with a little too much excitement. 

“Wha-” you tried to complain in confusion “Stop your horses, I don’t even get a say in this?!” 

“No.” Hotch stated. The way his eyes were stern, yet completely determined, caused a sensation in you that could only be described as lust. He was always commanding, but there was something about him instructing you to do the dirtiest things to your coworkers that had gotten you excited “This is now a mandatory team-bonding exercise.” his words came out almost like an order.  

There was yet another exchange of looks, this time excited ones, between the team members, and they decided to look at you for approval. “Okay, but sleeping with me is one hell of a prize, and I don’t seem to be getting anything out of this. So, how do I win, and what do I win?” 

“Seems fair that you have a reward as well if you achieve your desired result. How about, if no one is able to convince you to sleep with them, you get one of their vacation days each.” Hotch proposed. “Garcia and JJ, since the two of you are committed you don’t have to actively participate, but you will place a bet on the member you think she’ll most likely succumb to, if you win, you get the loser’s vacation day.”  

Your mouth crooked with pleasure, an expression that your partners mimicked. You were feeling exposed, in the good way, in the kinky way. You still took a second to consider, you knew there was no going back if you agreed to this, but yet again, these were the people you had trusted your entire life to, your job, your safety, your dignity. They would never do anything to undermine you, and their respect for you wouldn’t waver for something like this. 

“We have to set some rules, though.” Spencer weighed in “Only mouths and hands allowed in the erogenous zones.” 

“You worried that if we allow something else you’ll lose?” Morgan teased.

“Mhm, sure, we know what you’re trying to compensate for with those biceps, Morgan. I’m not afraid of you.” his friend teased back. There was a short moment of playful conflict between the two, when Derek pretended to jump menacingly towards Reid, yet he was stopped by Penelope’s hand on his chest. 

“Okay. I’m game.” you agreed along with a nod of your head “Who wants to give it a try first?” you asked, taking a look at the entire group. 

Bunch of eager hands raised at the cue. Morgan’s and Prentiss’s almost touching the ceiling as they competed to see who could raise it higher. JJ and Penelope, who were unfortunately not single at the moment, could only laugh at their little quarrel. Your finger moved rhythmically, pretending to select at random while humming a classic ‘choosing’ song. Ultimately, your digit landed on Prentiss and you wiggled it to indicate her to follow you; she stood up to reach for your hand, allowing you to lead her towards the closet by the entrance. 

She locked the door behind her and turned around with her hands extended towards you, trying to find your body in the pitch-dark small room; your eyesights finally adjusted to the lack of light and you could barely make out her shape. 

“You sure you’re good with this?” she double-checked once her limbs landed on your waist. 

“Em, I love the commitment to consent, but stop talking.” you ordered. 

Within seconds, your own arms wrapped around her neck urging her to come closer; she obliged, happily, and her own head bent forward to meet your lips. You could taste the faint flavor of her balm, which you identified as piña colada. 

Her lips moved slowly, yet sensually, the hands that were gripping your hips pulled them closer, and you could heart the rustling of your clothes rubbing together. After a couple of seconds, her tongue began to prod your bottom lip, ever so chivalrous asking for permission. You chuckled amusedly at the gesture, and she took advantage of the opening to slip in. 

Emily liked to take her time, not really taking control, more like exploring a place that always felt familiar and was revisiting just then. On your side, your fingers curled into the slightly messy hair, and your body rolled on its own to be feeling more of her against you. 

You could feel her hand dragging upwards over your clothes, she traced the side of your body and caused your shirt to come up a little bit, the cool air felt interesting against your now hot skin, and so a sound slipped past your lips. It was Emily’s turn to laugh, pulling away so she could make out your eyes. 

“Better than last time?” she asked, her face not leaving yours. 

“Mhm.” you could simply hum, still breathless from the session. 

“Do you have enough material to work with, judge?” she teased, her nose grazing yours in a playful manner. 

“You will be hard to top, Em.” you admitted to her as your body pulled away. 

“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” she joked “I’ll send in the next contestant, who do you want me to get?” 

“You know what? Just send in whoever you’d like, surprise me.” 

She smiled before sneaking out of the narrow room. You were left alone with a bunch of coats and purses, your idea building anticipation within yourself. Spencer or Morgan, who would come through that door? You were dying to know. Although, if you were being honest, there was only one other person you wanted in there with you. However, you weren’t sure if the team-bonding exercise applied to him as well, he was the sole pair of lips you were dying to taste, and still the only ones you hadn’t. 

Your train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door; you jumped slightly in your place, and the man that was entering the room could notice. 

“Whoa, sweetheart, you that excited to see me?” Morgan chuckled at your startled reaction, and he swiftly closed the door behind you. 

“You’re a pleasant surprise, yes.” you said trying to ease your nervousness. Morgan made you particularly uneasy, not for anything bad, you were just sure that man had some sort of a psychic ability, he would always guess what you were thinking without even opening your mouth. 

“You were expecting someone different, weren’t you?” he stood before you, towering over your body. 

He took a couple of steps forward and you retracted until your back eventually hit the wall, he continued to pace forward until the gap between your bodies almost disappeared; being caged in by him, your hands traveled to your front, and they landed on his chest, almost as if you were trying to put some space in between you. 

He caught up to your actions, observant as he was, and so he raised his own hands to cup your cheeks. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness once again, and you could see the natural glim of his as he looked into you. 

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, alright? We can just pretend like we did until Hotch gets his turn.” he reassured, and your mouth dropped open. 

“Why would you-” you started to try and justify yourself, but he cut you off with a laugh. 

“I’ve got an eye for tragic lovers.��� 

You sighed a little bit; Morgan had to be a mind reader, there was no other way. As if he was doing just that, his arms fell back to his sides and he stepped back to give you more space. Your hands desperately clung to the front of his t-shirt, not allowing him to escape any further from your grip. 

“Hold on.” you told him “There’s no need to pretend, he already thinks we’re going to do it, so what’s the harm?” 

The room was a bit too dark for you to make out his specific facial expression, but you were sure his eyebrows were raised in a startled surprise. 

“Damn, you’re good at convincing.” without further delay, his hands darted back to the position on your face, and he used them to pull you forward. 

You felt his lips on yours immediately, he was less gentle than Emily, but nonetheless chivalrous. You had to grant him access to your mouth, and he quickly obeyed your desires. His fingers moved back to the nape of your head, keeping you in place against his mouth as his tongue danced fervently around yours. 

Your hands had moved back to his chest, using them to stabilize yourself since his strength and mild roughness was making you lose your balance. You couldn’t help the slight squeeze that you gave his pecs, being that they felt firm under your fingers. Derek took your initiative with the touch as an invitation to do so as well. One of his arms fell down, and sensually slipped to your lower back, he was cautious, lowering inch by inch in search of any sign of complaint or rejection, but you didn’t provide  any, and his palm gently began to caress the area of your ass. 

Your hips rolled unconsciously against his, his breath hitched inside his throat as you did so to the point where he had to pull apart to catch it back. He didn’t want to leave you unattended, therefore his head tilted to the side to take a gentle nibble at your jaw before he moved down to your neck. The hand on your neck joined the other on your rear, adding much needed pressure to his front; you let out a pleased sound, and it was his sign to retract. 

He stole a quick, last peck from your lips before he pulled back. “I think I’ve done a good job.” he said with a cheeky tone.  

“Certainly, contestant” you went along with the joke and he answered with a laugh “Please send in the next test subject” he nodded at your instructions and calmly walked out. 

Thanks to Morgan’s comment, you realized that Aaron was probably game as well, and the mere thought of him appearing behind that door at any given second was making you nervous enough to begin pacing around the small room. You yet again reacted when the entrance was open again, and you must have made a movement or expression that indicated disappointment, because Reid pursed his lips at the sight of you. 

“Not who you were expecting?” he asked before he closed the door behind him, and you could notice the tint of sadness in his voice. 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” you reached out towards him in an attempt to find his hands, and when you finally did you pulled him closer to you “You know it’s always a delight to make out with you.” you tried to reassure him. 

“It’s mutual, you know?” he said, his hands still in yours. 

“I figured, I am an excellent kisser” you teased. 

“That’s not what I meant.” his voice seemed more stern than usual “You and Hotch.” 

You were thankful for the darkness that didn’t allow the blush of your face to be seen; after a couple of seconds, you cleared your throat, trying to avoid sounding too hopeful. 

“You don’t have to force yourself to kiss me” he added “Plus, I don’t know how comfortable I would be doing so while you think of another man.” 

Your eyebrows raised at his candor. Vulnerable Spencer could always sway you, mostly because you knew none of his words ever held an ill intention. He was honest to a fault, and you always felt compelled to soothe his anxieties. 

“Then be good enough to make me forget.” you almost let out as a whisper. 

You knew it would have to be up to you to take control with him, so you cupped his face and quickly dragged him down to your level to press a kiss to his lips and shut up whatever other excuse he was going to emit. Spencer was much more familiar with your lips compared to others, barely any foreplay before his tongue was already massaging yours sensually. His fingers gripped your hips in a similar fashion he had done before (that one time you were telling the rest of the team about). 

He pushed you backwards a bit, having you pressed against an already too familiar wall, and you could feel his knee slipping past your thighs, right in between them. His lips continued to work around yours, gently nonetheless, but you could feel the grip on your hips getting tighter, and you realized he was trying to move them, bringing friction to your front. 

A light moan slipped past your lips straight into his mouth, so his body moved forward to press against you a little tighter. “Isn’t that cheating?” you took the opportunity to say. 

“It’s not.” he answered before taking another kiss away from you “My mouth is where it’s supposed to be.” 

You giggled at his logic; Spencer was just that good when it came to loopholes. You were too focused on the pleasure that was taking over you as your clothed crotch continued to rub against his leg to actually care. Your hips started to take a rhythm on their own, and your kiss turned into a session of adjoining lips panting in unison. His fingers kept digging further into the skin that he had managed to expose due to the movement. 

At some point, your head dropped back to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, and you felt his lips attack its base with open-mouthed, yet non-invasive, kisses. Your legs began to shake and Spencer pressed against you to keep you up, your light orgasm running within every vein of your body. 

He let out a light chuckle as he pulled away from you, making sure you could keep your balance. “Bet Morgan didn’t do that” he said proudly. 

You hit him in the arm and pushed him towards the door with a smile, watching him smugly prance his way out. You laughed to yourself to disguise the anxiety that began to overwhelm you. You made sure to fix your clothes in a somewhat presentable manner, and you unconsciously pressed yourself back against the wall, as if you were too scared to meet him face first. 

Your heart felt like jumping straight up out of your chest when the knob finally twisted the damned piece of fine wood open. For the brief moment the hall light illuminated the insides, your eyes met, you could see the startle in his eyes once he noticed the way you stood there seemingly frozen by his appearance. He couldn’t bear the sight, his hands immediately darting to your face without having even shut the entrance. In a blink, his entire presence was right by yours, and his nose rubbed desperately against your own, almost as if it had taken all of his strength to stop himself from kissing you right away. 

“Can I?” he asked in a mutter. 

“Yes.” you barely let him finish his question when you answered. 

Your firm and resolute agreement was nothing but a turn on to him, and his lips pressed passionately against yours without a second thought. You struggled to catch your breath as he devoured every inch of your now plump skin. His hands were nowhere near quiet, either, they presumed permission to explore as well and traveled south to where your lower-back, and any work you had done to tidy your shirt was long gone, being that he was heavily bothered by the fact that you were clothed.

The tip of his fingers were carefully memorizing the areas where your skin curved, every so often gripping selfishly with the intention of leaving at least a faint mark. You wondered how he could keep going without taking a break, and as if he could read your mind he pulled away.

“That’s plenty to be able to judge your performance.” you joked, suddenly aware that this had all begun because of a silly game you had tipsily come up with. 

“I’m sorry.” he said, his hands fixing themselves on your face instead, keeping it still to have you at the same level as him. 

“What for?” your eyebrows furrowed questioningly, even if in the darkness he couldn’t quite see your expression. 

“It’s not enough for me.” his lips smashed onto yours once again with a similar force “Please tell me this urge isn’t one-sided.” he tried to reassure himself. 

“It’s not.” you hurried to clarify, and your hands tugged at his shirt to serve as guarantee. 

Aaron reached for the hem of your top and swiftly pulled it over your head, giving your aching lips a second of rest. Once your breasts were partially freed, you noticed him bend over, and one of his hands moved the remaining fabric away to expose your nipple; the way his mouth so hungrily latched to it made you shiver with pleasure, your right limb moving to his hair, and the left one covering your mouth to stop the loud moan from coming out. He didn’t take long to bring your other nub attention as well, and caged, throaty whines began to fill the room. 

You could feel his erection pressing against your hip; he would roll them from time to time just as a reminder of the effect you had on him. You couldn’t process all that, though, if you were being honest, his every move, kiss, and suck driving you further away from sanity. As if his mouth wasn’t already doing wonders around your chest, you bolted up when you realized one of Hotch’s hands had found its way inside your pants, toying with the elastic band of your underwear. 

“Aaron.” you removed the cover from your face to let out an aroused moan of his name. 

He finally let go of your upper body, his back straightening to be close to your face once again “Tell me,” he almost whispered “when he was doing this to you, were you thinking of me?” 

When you didn’t jerk away from his touch, he moved past the last restrictive garment, and one of his digits trailed up your entire slit, an experimental feeling to gather your reaction. To his pleasure, you melted into his touch, and the lack of light didn’t allow you to see the wide smile it generated on him. He took advantage of your approval to slip his finger inside your cunt. 

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased as the aforementioned began to painstakingly slowly twirl within you “Tell me, is there anyone else that can make you this agitated? So wet, so desperate to be touched?” 

“N-No” you tried to answer in one go, however, the way the tip of his finger caressed your walls in search of reactions was not allowing you to think straight. 

“I’ll ask you again.” he said, his tone ever commanding “While he was touching you like this, did you secretly wish it was me?” he kept pressing his initial line of questioning, that you were too gone to remember it was about your little anecdote with Reid. 

His wrist twisted in a way that allowed him to penetrate deeper, owning a moan that you tried to subtly suppress. 

“Yes!” you cried out in the lowest tone you were able to, still oddly aware that the rest of your coworkers were outside. 

“Let him know.” he basically growled against your ear, you lacked contact in your lower body for a second, only to let out a loud, uncontained whimper once he added a second finger to the formula. You grabbed for dear life onto his biceps, trying to keep your balance as he continued to thrust his fingers inside and out, your head also laid against the crook of his neck, unable to keep yourself facing him as he spilled dirty nothings in your ear. 

“Aaron, please.” you begged as your hips tried to get him even further within you “I need more.” 

The arm that was helping you keep still moved so his fingers could tangle in your hair, his grip allowed him to tilt your head back with a gentle tug, not quite enough to hurt you, but firm enough to force it a little. 

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget every word but my name.” his mouth pressed against yours once again to give you a reaffirming, rough kiss.

He removed his hand from your downside, and it energetically began to search around for the top he had removed earlier. Unable to find it, between other pieces of clothing and the darkness of the room, Aaron decided to remove his own shirt and hurried to throw it over your shoulders. 

Your face reddened at his intentions, he was trying to cover you so the rest of the members wouldn’t see you literally half naked. Once he was comfortable with how many buttons he had hooked, he grabbed your hand to guide you outside the narrow closet. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, and his subordinates, the only path towards the guest rooms, that Dave had prepared earlier, was to follow the hallway that crossed the living room area on the side. You braced yourself mentally, your hand covering your face as you began to feel the confused sights of your coworkers during your little parade. 

“Last one out set the alarm.” you could hear Hotch command, but you didn’t dare to look back at your friends, or him for that matter. 

The rest of the group simply stared at how their shirtless superior was dragging a girl, their very best friend, who was wearing his shirt over what was obviously a barely clothed chest, to the rooms their other boss had prepared for a very specific purpose. They exchanged puzzled looks in complete silence until Emily spoke up. 

“Anyone know the alarm code?” she asked. 

Back to you and Aaron, he had chosen the closest door he could find open. As soon as you stepped in, he grabbed your hips once again to press them against his, his erection made itself known against them, and you couldn’t help but to curiously wander one hand down. Your foreheads met and so did your eyes as you palmed his front; he let out an airy quiet moan. 

Not able to take his frustration any longer, he twirled in his place along with you, making you stumble and fall on your back on to the bed. He landed right on top, his palms against the mattress cushioning the fall so he wouldn’t lay his entire weight on you. 

There was no exchange of words, only a quick glance at your covered bottom that you understood as a command. Your back arched upwards and he could steal a glance of your perked nipples rubbing against his lent shirt. Shortly, you began to wiggle underneath him to remove the pants that you were pushing down along with your underwear. Once you were exposed, garments missing somewhere around the area, Aaron sat on his knees to unbuckle his belt. 

The second his member became exposed, you let out a pleased gasp, which prompted him to smile in a rather shy way. Your legs subtly spread apart, revealing more of your intimate parts, and he understood that as an invitation to enter. His tip trailed slowly up and down your entrance, but before you could complain, he began to push in. He was as desperate as you were, and the way you let out a soft whine at his size. 

Once he had pushed all the way in, he reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers together and pushing them all the way over your head. He could get a clear view of your face and breasts, and once he made sure you had adjusted to him, his hips began to move. Another moan escaped your lips, so he leaned down to meet his mouth with yours, planting a passionate, deep kiss to it. 

You could feel yourself being filled by him, soft noises coming out of your mouth into his at the gentleness of his thrusts. Said gesture, however, wouldn’t seem to last long, and you noticed in the way the grip of your hands felt tighter with each one. 

“No one else can touch you like this.” he pulled away from the kiss to focus on the side of your neck, you felt his lips attach to the skin and roughly suck on it. Aaron pulled away to admire the redness that spread on the spot, proud of the mark that he knew it was going to leave. 

“No one else.” you reassured, your back arching a little at the pulsating pain on your neck. 

“Good girl.” he praised, his hips snapping with a particularly rough thrust that caused a low ‘fuck’ out of you. 

“Don’t hold back your voice.” 

He repeated his movement, and this time you squirmed trying to free your hands, a loud, throat-deep whimper resonating around the otherwise empty room. He smirked at the volume of the sound, yet his hips continued to pound in you, the initial slow movements gone from his rhythm. 

“Aaron…” you whispered in between moans “I want to cum.” you tried to beg. 

“Not yet, sweetheart.” his eyes glimmered with certain darkness

His hips changed angles even when his current speed wouldn’t give in, the way he was pushing now allowed your clit to rub slightly against his lower torso with every thrust, probably so he wouldn’t have to use his hands and set yours free. 

“I need to know I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” he growled “I need you to say you’re mine.” 

“I’m-” you were about to start talking when he snapped his hips roughly, and you could feel him slide all the way in, his balls making a loud clapping sound when they hit the skin on your ass. The sound you made was loud, almost like a scream, and you were sure whoever was still outside certainly heard it. 

“What 's that? Couldn’t hear you.” his mouth had curled into a smug smirk. 

“I’m yours, Aaron. I’m all yours.” you cried out, your wrists once again twisting in an attempt to free themselves. 

He muttered another praise and let go of your hands, which could only fall flat to your sides and grip onto the sheets of the bed; he leaned back to be sitting on his knees once again, not allowing his member to slip out of you, and grabbed at your hips to slide them onto his lap. He held them in position as he continued to thrust, but one of his thumbs snuck to the upper part of your cunt, rapidly teasing the sensitive nerve bundle. 

You kept slightly gritting your teeth, your walls clenching around his shaft without mercy, and even if it was not obvious on his face, you could tell by the way his member throbbed inside of you that he was about to reach his limit as well. 

“Cum.” he suddenly commanded, and you didn’t need anything more. 

You allowed yourself to be engulfed by your climax, your body twisting itself and your hands pulling at the fabric beneath them, your legs also curled, basically pushing your partner in your direction, not even giving him the option to pull back. 

On his part, his head was thrown back, and you could see the way his adam’s apple bobbed with the loud groans he let out, his fingers gripping tighter on your skin, however this time the mark that his hold would leave was a complete accident. 

He didn’t pull out once he had spilled himself completely into you, instead, his body dropped forward, his arms slipping under your body to hold you close to him, head on your chest, eyes closed, just trying to take in the fact that he had just made love to you. 

“Aaron?” you said with a curious tone, your arms wrapping around his back and allowing one of your hands to tangle in his hair. He answered with a short hum, too tired to give you an actual answer “Does it bother you that I made out with the rest of the team tonight?” you asked, nervous that it would have hurt him in any way. 

“No.” he said matter-of-factly “As long as I only get to do it from now on.” 

You shared a light chuckle, and without noticing, the both of you drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning was a bit awkward for Rossi, being that he was not expecting to see the entire team, save for you and Hotch, curled on his living room furniture. JJ, Reid, and Emily had curled up together on the larger piece, while Morgan and Garcia cuddled on one of the individual seats. The clearing of his throat woke everyone up in a startle, and they looked around confusedly for the missing members of the group. 

“What the hell happened last night?” David asked no one in particular. 

“We were playing a game, and we must have fallen asleep waiting for it to end.” Garcia said with a slightly suggestive, yet groggy, voice, and Rossi decided it was better not to ask. 

“By the way, how do we interpret this?” Emily asked “Who won?” 

“Do you even have to ask?” Morgan scoffed, and Emily shrugged in defeat. 

“Then, who won between the two of you?” Reid asked, pointing at JJ and Garcia. 

“No one, really.” Jennifer replied. 

“What? You both failed? Who did you choose?” Morgan inquired. 

The blondes exchanged looks to see if they had had the same thought, and so they replied in unison once they had figured they were correct. 

“Spencer.” their tones were flat, almost as if the answer was obvious. Reid lit up in a smile, wiggling his eyebrows victoriously at Derek. 

“What?! No way you would just pick him!” he was baffled at the answer. 

“Girls talk, Derek” Penelope told him “Let’s just say Elle reviewed his service with five stars.” 

The group broke into a shared laugh, and Rossi only interrupted so he could inquire on the whereabouts of his friends. 

“Where’s Aaron?” he prompted. 

“One of the guest rooms.” Reid said. 

“And is he with…?” Dave continued. 

“Yup” the five members said in unison, referring to you. 

“Also, Rossi, if you don’t mind, I kind of have a design suggestion.” Spencer turned in the direction of his superior

The older man raised his eyebrows, curious about the words that were about to come out of the younger’s mouth. “Let’s hear it.” 

“Please make all the rooms soundproof.”

[navybrat817]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: midnight + soft!dark 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

Sis! I asked you with no context to choose between Steve and Ari. Hehe. Hope you like it.

When the Clock Strikes

Pairing: Soft Dark!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: You wake up and realize you're not alone in your new place. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Implied smutty times, non-con/dubcon elements (you have been warned), creepy vibes, otherworldly, Ari Levinson (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren’t sure why you awoke so suddenly, but you found yourself shivering as you sat up in your bed. You normally had no trouble sleeping through the night, though you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t morning or not thanks to your blackout curtains. Maybe it was a touch of anxiety since you were living in a new place, but you loved your new home. It also could’ve been because you were freezing.

And naked.

What the hell?

You covered your chest as you tried to see through the darkness of your room. The last thing you remembered coming home after having a couple of drinks with your friends. The warmth from the alcohol made you strip off most of your clothes before you collapsed on the silky sheets, but you were certain you kept your bra and underwear on. What happened to them? Where was your comforter?

With a tired sigh, you grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and covered yourself up. You probably kicked the comforter away in your sleep. It still didn’t explain what happened to the rest of your clothes. Fear lit up in your chest like a flare at the thought of someone else taking them off, but you didn’t bring anyone home with you.

I didn’t have that much to drink.

Glancing at your nightstand, you felt around for your phone and tapped the screen. Midnight. “Just go back to sleep,” you muttered to yourself, fluffing your pillow and resting your head against it with a huff.

Silence filled the air as you shut your eyes.

They snapped open as the closet door handle turned a second later.

Oh, my god.

You lay frozen as something or someone slowly pushed the door open, the creaking noise making your heart palpitate. From what you could see, a tall, built man with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever soon stood in the middle of your closet. You shouldn’t have been able to make out his eye color from the lack of light, but they seemed to glow as he took a step toward you. No sound came out when you tried to scream.

Why can’t I move?

Though you didn’t see him move his hand or move any closer to the bed, he turned on the nearby lamp. Whether to get a better look at you or for you to see him, you weren’t sure. He had no shirt on, the dark hair on his chest matching his luscious locks and beard. His piercing gaze seemed to see right through you as you thought about how handsome he was. It wasn’t right to think that way, but fear was sometimes unexplainable.

He’s a stranger in my home. He was hiding in my closet. He-

“You’re much prettier than the last tenant,” the man spoke into the darkness, his voice rich and deep. “And all alone.”

You were still incapable of using your voice as you attempted to scramble away from him. You asked before signing the lease why you got the place so cheap, but you couldn’t recall the answer. Did he do something to the last person who lived here? Why didn’t you ask around more?

“Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?” he asked with an amused smile, gripping your ankle through the sheet. “We’ll need to change that.”

Your heart leapt to your throat when he tore the fabric away to reveal your naked body. “What do you want?” you finally asked, your voice no louder than a whisper.

The bed dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you. The mixture of light and shadows cast a sinister glow along his face as he smiled. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come.”

He cut off your whimper when his hand shot out to grip your throat. “Please,” you gasped.

“Ari. My name is Ari,” he told you, squeezing as he nudged your thighs apart. You didn’t know who he was. More accurately, what he was. “And I know you’ll take my cock like a good girl. I’ll wreck your cunt ‘til you beg for me to keep you.”

You arched your back, his touch everywhere though he didn’t move his hands. His fingers pinched your nipples, his tongue licked your folds, but he stayed still above you. It was otherworldly. It had to be a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“But you won’t have to beg much. I already plan to keep you,” he promised, brushing his thumb along your lips before he forced them open. “And I plan to ruin each of your holes. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine. You’re mine.”

You made a sound of protest around the digit in your mouth when you felt the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He hadn’t prepped you, but your body betrayed you by trying to suck more of him in. Why weren’t you fighting? Why did you want this?

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your sweet cunt welcome me home where I belong,” he grunted.

I belong to you, Ari.

Before he sheathed you completely, you woke up with a gasp. You gulped as you felt along your body, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes darted around your dark bedroom. A nervous giggle escaped when you realized you were all alone. No one was in your room and you were okay. A strange man wasn’t about to take advantage of you. It was just a dream.

A vivid, erotic dream.

“Maybe I did drink too much,” you said, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You frowned when you saw the time.

11:59pm

“What?” you whispered, gripping the device when you watched the time change to 12:00am.

Midnight.

The scared giggled came out again as you set your phone down. “It was just a dream,” you said, your gaze flickering to the closet door where it remained shut.

Just a dream.

That’s what you told yourself when the door handle turned.

Could be a fun world to explore with these two! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

[thezombieprostitute]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Johnny Storm + realizing his feelings for you are real and strong because you’re the first person he’s ever missed while you’re apart 🥺

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny Storm so please let me know if I did okay!

"Johnny, what the hell?!" Sue's voice rang from the shared kitchen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" Johnny yelled from his room.

"You were the last person in the kitchen!"

"It still wasn't me!"

Sue storms to Johnny's room to find him in his bed, hugging a sweater you'd left behind a few visits ago. "You're really gonna lay there and try to convince me that you, the last person in the kitchen, after I cleaned it this morning, are not responsible for the half-assed attempt at baking I just walked in on?"

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for everyone," Johnny whines.

"What's gotten into you, Johnny? I swear I've never seen you like this."

From further down the hall they hear Ben, "lover boy just misses his girl is all."

"No, I don't," Johnny shouts back at him.

Ben snickers, "I can't see you but I know you're cuddling up with her shirt, ain't you?"

Johnny throws your sweater to the side before pouting, "NO!" Sue smiles fondly as Ben breaks out into a laugh.

At that moment the front door opens, "I'm home!" Richard calls out. Sue turns to greet him but is distracted by Johnny shoving her to the side to run to the door.

"Wait, where's Y/N," Johnny asks. "She was supposed to come back with you."

"Yeah," Reed confirmed. "She wanted to go home and get some rest."

"But..." Johnny can't think straight.

Reed continues, "I asked her if she wanted to come over but she told me, the last time you two went out, you said you wanted some space." Reed shrugs, "I guess she's just giving you what you want."

Johnny starts pouting and angrily grabs the keys to his motorcycle before storming out of the apartment.

Your apartment feels cold and quiet as you enter. You miss Johnny but you don't want to bother him, especially after he said he was feeling a little "smothered". You flinch at the memory.

"Ugh, one thing at a time," you tell yourself as you start putting your things away. It was a long trip and you feel exhausted. Maybe a shower and some sleep will cure your ills.

A shower certainly does help but you still find yourself feeling lonely. Maybe Johnny was on to something. Maybe you do spend too much time with him and not enough alone. You put on some pajamas, order delivery from your favorite pizza place, and settle in on the couch for some alone time.

Too soon to be the pizza, you hear an insistent knock at the door. Confused you head over and look through the peephole. It's Johnny! As soon as the door is open he's pulling you into a deep kiss, complete with a warm hug.

"I'm so sorry," he says when he pulls away. "I'm so sorry I said I need space. I don't need space, I need my head examined. I missed you so much. So much more than I've ever missed anyone. I'm sorry I tried to push you away."

You gently rub his cheek while giving him some reassuring coos. Neither of you realized the door was still open until the pizza arrived. The two of you settled on the couch to eat. You thought to sit on the opposite side but Johnny pulled you close, until you were practically sitting on his lap.

"I need you to know," he whispers after finishing a slice, "why I said what I said." You turn to face him, making sure he knows he has your attention. "I've...I've never been one for things like long-term relationships. No one who knows me thinks I'm even capable of anything more than just...casual hookups or convenience relationships, like you and I have."

You nod your understanding and he continues, "I was trying to keep that reputation when I told you we were spending too much time together. But this last week, without you being around at all? Fuck, I, I have to admit, I'm in love with you."

His confession leaves you wide-eyed, "you really mean that?"

"Yes," he replies with a look you've dubbed his "serious face".

"I accept your apology, and your confession," you hum. "But you owe me."

"Name your price, Fire Lily," he breathes.

"You have to give me back the sweater your keep in your room."

Updating to make sure tags are included:

@alicedopey

[eliiilamar]

Blocked.

e42! Miles x Female reader.

warnings/notes: reader is black, cussing, some toxicity, (because why not?) this is in lowercase unless people are yelling. lemme know if i missed sum my lil bookies.

you

miles

me(eli)

this was the third time. the third time you got left on delivered for a ridiculous amount of time. you roll your eyes at the unread text you sent about three hours ago, when you were still in school. but you had already walked home, showered, and changed, and miles still hadn’t answered.

“lil nigga must think i’m one of his hoes, cus he sure as hell actin’ like it.”

you roll your eyes as you mutter under your breath, plugging your phone up and going down stairs.

“gramma!” you called through the house, knowing that your grandmother was doing your siblings hair in her room. pulling a juice out the fridge and taking a sip, you wait for a response.

“what you need, baby?”

“is it okay with you if i go out for a lil bit? like to the mall or something?”

“did you finish the dishes like i told you to?”

“yes ma’am.”

“then it’s alright with me, baby.”

“thank you!”

you went and got changed, plopping on your bed and laying on your stomach. you picked up your phone and dialed eli to see if she wanted to come with. the phone rang three times before she answered.

“heyyy, wassup shawty boo?”

“girl, what the hell is a ‘shawty boo’?”

“it’s you. you’re my shawty boo.”

you roll your eyes before flipping onto your back, glancing at your phone for a second before putting it back to your ear.

“whatever. anyways, you tryna come to the mall wit me?”

“of course. is miles coming too, or is it just us?”

a small scoff left your lips, and it took all that was in you to not roll your eyes once more.

“hell nah, he ain’t coming. he still hasn’t even read the text i sent earlier when i was in class wit you.”

a scoff, sounding a bit more disdainful then yours, left her lips, coming out a bit muffled due to the phone speaker.

“lemme bite his fucking kneecaps, see if he leaves you on delivered again.”

you cackle and kick your legs before releasing a loud sigh.

“girl, you always talking ‘bout biting a nigga’s kneecaps. but whatever. it’s just us two, you down?”

“yea, i’ll be ready by the time you roll around.”

“aight, i’m on my way.”

you and eli sat at the table in the small cafe, drinks in hand. she had a pout on her plump lips and a furrow in her brows.

“nah, he must wanna be single cus you too damn fine to be gettin’ treated like this.”

she paused before shaking her head, blonde coils of hair bouncing side to side with the movement.

“yea, he needs his kneecaps bit the fuck up. lil nigga is triflin’.”

it had been an hour since you picked up eli and arrived at the mall, and still no response from miles. both of you were fed up.

she grabbed your hand and stood up.

“come on, shawty boo, we going shopping.”

“ion got money for that-“

“i just got paid, lemme be your sugar mommy for a bit. you tryna get them new forces? the pink and purple ones, right?”

you rolled your eyes and let her drag you to the sneaker place at the mall you two would window shop at.

“eli, these shoes are too damn expensive.”

“girl hush. you know miles gets jealous when anyone else treats you, maybe he’ll notice and stop being a dickhead, yea?”

she strolled the aisles, looking for the pair you had been fawning over, and her short figure looked even shorter in front of the tall shelves.

she bent down to look at a pair of jays, her thighs spilling out of the rips in her jeans slightly. you groaned obnoxiously.

“eliiii, hurry the hell u-“

you went silent and crossed your arms, teeth gritted in a tight lipped smile.

“hmm? shawty boo, what did you say- oh hell no.”

she stood up and looked at the scene you had your eyes glued on. there he was. miles gonzalo morales, a couple aisles down, with the girl from algebra that stays flirting with him.

“this nigga gotta be on some shit.”

eli’s blue eyes widened in disbelief, and she started to walk over there, dragging you with her.

“eli, ion feel like dealing wit this right now-“

“i really don’t care, cus he doesn’t answer his phone for shit, and if he did, all he would do is deny.”

she huffed and came to a stop in front of the two, before clearing her throat in the most obnoxious way possible. miles turned around and his duotone eyes widened.

“oh shit-“

“oh shit is right you bitch ass motherfucker.”

eli looked up at you in surprise, before smirking and backing up, realizing that her presence wasn’t needed.

“so i’m sitting here, left on delivered for hours, and you’re over with the bitch you called annoying? the bitch you called aggravating? that’s real fucking crazy to me.”

miles rolled his eyes before holding his hands up defensively.

“look, ma-“

“don’t fucking ‘ma’ me! i been dealing wit yo shit for too long, nigga! you fucking lucky ion let eli break- or bite your kneecaps like she wants to!”

he looked from you to eli, slightly confused.

“bite my kneecaps..?”

eli nodded.

“you heard her. and you!”

she turned to the girl, who had been standing behind miles during this whole ordeal. she looked up from her phone, a bored look on her face.

“i’m sorry, what? i didn’t hear you, there’s so much height between us.”

eli’s eyes widened and a smile of disbelief found its way on her face before she turned to you.

“lemme drag this ugly ho, lemme fuckin’ drag her.”

you shook your head.

“she ain’t worth your time. hell, she ain’t worth shit. miles, we’re done. you not welcome at my house, you not welcome in my space. stay the fuck away from me.”

miles shook his head and took a step towards you.

“cmon, ma, you know i-“

“shut the hell up. i don’t wanna hear allat.”

eli nodded before taking the shoes she had in her hand to pay for them. while she was gone, there an awkward stare down happening between you and miles.

“… so it was all for nothing? everything we did was fake, huh?”

“you know that’s not true-“

“no, ion know shit, miles. why would i trust a damn thing coming out yo mouth when you’re standing right in front of me wit another female?”

“she has a point-“

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP.”

eli came back with the bag and handed it to you. miles eyed it disdainfully.

“the hell is that?”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“shoes, nigga, the fuck it look like? i wanted the pink and purple forces, so eli got ‘em for me.”

he scoffed and pointed at the bag.

“really, ma? ¿hablas en serio? you lettin’ other bitches buy you stuff now?”

eli grabbed your hand before you could respond, dragging you out the store before you could respond, muttering under her breath.

“stupid bitch. him and the girl.”

you sat on your bed in your pjs, hugging your pillow. eli wanted to stay, but you insisted she left.

“lemme know if you need anything, boo.”

you had blocked miles, getting tired of him blowing up your phone, when just a few hours prior he wouldn’t even click on your contact. your eyes were puffy and raw from how much you’d been rubbing them, wiping tears that you didn’t want to fall. you were drifting in and out of sleep, when you heard your window open. you didn’t look. you didn’t need to. you knew who it was.

“so you gon’ block me? like i won’t show up to your house?”

you sat up, looking at him tiredly.

“i said you not welcome here anymore, miles.”

“but you blocked me, so obviously you want me to come talk to you in person, ma.”

“that is so not what that means.”

he ignored you and walked up to your bed, crossing his arms and looking down at you with an amused smirk.

“… so what you boutta do? find someone else? you ain’t gonna find someone like me, and you know it.”

“that’s the fucking point, miles. you cheat, you lie, you neglect. you think i wanna find someone like that again?”

“who the fuck are you talking to? pon algo de respeto en mi nombre, no me hables así, ma. this was a one time thing.”

“it shouldn’t have happened at all, miles.”

he sighed in exasperation and sat down next to you.

“mami, she didn’t mean anything. i love you, not her. tu y solo tu mi amor. you know that. it’s always been you.”

“then why am i not enough? why do you need her on your arm? why do you ignore me?”

at this point, the tears started to flow again. he plopped down, laying next to you and looking up at the ceiling, his lanky legs hanging off your bed. he plays with the bracelet on his wrist subconsciously. the bracelet you got him for his birthday last year.

“i meant it when i said you were the only one for me. but- you’re perfect, so perfect, and i’m not good enough for you. i stand next to you and feel so out of place, like i can’t give you all you need. i’ve never cheated before, ma, i swear! i was only with her because of how fake and superficial she is, and i felt like i was better than her. te amo, con cada parte de mí. pero no soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti, y duele.”

now his eyes were teary, and the green and brown of his eyes were shiny, and gorgeous in the soft light of your room. he sat up to look at you and started to cry, tears falling down his soft, freckled cheeks. his lips were pursed and his brows were furrowed, and the dimple that showed when he smiled was nowhere to be found.

“ma, please forgive me. it’ll never happen again, i swear. i should have talked to you, told you how i felt. just- please. don’t leave me. i need you.”

his chest rose, his breathing coming out with a stutter. his eyes were big, and desperate. you put your hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears before leaning in and placing your lips on his gently.

he clung to you, as if you were all he had, all he needed. as if you were his lifeline, his float in the heavy waves of the sea. as if you were the last little bit of light in his dark. his fingers gripped your shirt and he kissed you like it was his last time, moving his soft, plump lips furiously against yours.

both of you were still crying when you pulled away, and neither of you said a thing for a moment.

“… miles?”

“yea?”

“can we please just be us again?”

“… yea.”

a/n: i like this. i like this and i’m very proud of it. i’m also thinking of starting a taglist but idk if anyone wants to be on it so lmk

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Andy + sharing something special with you

Is this a hoe thot? Not really? Did this put me in the feels for being an emotional hoe for Andy? It really did. So idk, maybe it is still technically a hoe thot. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PLAY.

Andy x Reader

"Andy, you really don't have to." You try to put a pause to this, knowing how important it was to him and if he wasn't ready, damned if you were going to push him.

"No, no... I want to. Please?" His hands captured yours in his own, his fingers rubbing against your knuckles to assure you that it was all okay, that he really did want to share this with you. "It's sat empty, all this time and well... I think you might love it." Brilliant blue eyes shined so hopefully at you that you really couldn't say no.

You couldn't hide the soft smile that eased the worry from your features, making him look relieved at you. "I promise Y/N, Laurie would have been upset to know it just wasted away."

You curled up into his hold when he tugged you closer, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, taking a moment. Your arms supported around him, knowing that mentioning his late wife was something he was working on. Some days it was better, to talk about the family he had before you, other times he couldn't.

You were willing to always be there, encouraging him that even though he was moving on with you, they were still his loved ones and wouldn't be replaced, that you didn't take their place in his heart.

After a few moments, you felt him relax, the tension his emotions brought easing from him. "Hey..." You tilted your head up to nuzzle in against him, pressing your lips to his gently. "if I fill up that greenhouse, you're gonna have to work those muscles putting me in a garden." You playfully squeeze his upper arms, biting on your own bottom lip, sweeping your gaze to his chest and up his shoulders, noticing the very apparent flex he gave.

He cackled, breaking back out into a grin that made your heart race. Making Andy happy really was so easy because the man didn't ask for much, but the smallest things meant everything to him. "Is that your way of telling me that the gym and pool aren't enough?" His brows lifted as if he was appalled and you gave a shrug, testing his arm once again.

"Getting a little soft their Barber." You played and he gave a huff before sweeping you up over his shoulder, his palm smacking against your ass as he continued across his backyard to where a little glass greenhouse was tucked away.

"Keep it up Honey, I promise I am anything but soft right now."

[smizzy]

Being Angela's sibling and dating El

mannn im finna whip dis hoe

DONT GET ME STARTEDDDDDD

angela having a soft spot 4 u cus ur her sibling

but shes not kissing up ur ass 24/7

just mildly picking on you

it was all well until you saw a brown short haired girl getting laughed at by your sister and her friends

you didn't say anything knowing how Angela was, but you made a mental note to make sure to look out for that same girl

as time went by she started telling you more and more about the same girl

stories about how she treats her, jokes made in class about her, names being thrown around

you found out her name was Jane and her brother Will both coming from outta state

she was cute you'd give her that

you wanted to talk to her, maybe more

yeah Angela's mischievous actions ticked you off day by day

but during those days you were getting closer to Will meaning also getting closer to Jane too

on the first day you talked to both of them you told them you swore you weren't like your sister

They were on the fence still more so Jane and ofc u don't blame them after the image your sister technically gave you both

But Angela started noticing you staring out for someone during school

or saying you have something for school and spending less and less time with her

not too long after Will, Jonathan, Joyce started noticing when you were brought up she have a reddish pink tint appear on her face with the most adorable blushing smile

it's just so easy to see how much she's into you

and they think it's the most cutest thing ever

the incident at the roller-rink left you stunned but you couldn't say she didn't deserve the hit.....

days pass and you get even more close with Jane, maybe even little flirty remarks, you were in deep babe

After school you heard loud snickering knowing what was happening already, you walked over to Jane helping her up and picking up her dropped belongings and putting them back in her bag

"just give it up already Angela, she's clearly desperate now just spare all of us the time"

it was the first time you ever stood up for Jane

Angela had to make sure she wasn't trippin fr

THE CONFESSIONNNNNNNNN

she scraped her chin with a scratch on her cheek so thinking it was good idea you told her to sit still as you go find any type of first aid in the Hopper-Byers house

As you began treating her she asked you in a low soft voice why you did what you did back at school

you couldn't say anything, like your words were stuck in your mouth

not cus of how scared you were to admit how you felt, but the closeness of face to face ratio

"y/n" you hesitantly moved your eyes up to hers

And in a quick movement she placed her lips right on yours mking you burn up, you dropped the cotton ball and place you hand in hers until you realized what was happening and you pulled away

"I don't care" she said after the sudden quick step back "Honestly I don't care when it comes to being with you, ever since we met it's just been you on my mind"

from there on you knew he rest would be history

NOW LETS TLAK ABOUT DATING

the Byers family loving to have you over anytime even on school nights

photos! photos! photos!!!

she feels the most purest love with you

#mikewieneraintshit

Angela treating her a little nicer day after day when she's over at your house

meaning she'll stop bothering her at school

your gf has the most thanks to give to you from finally getting Angela off her back to winning the most fantastic, affectionate, loving, kind, charming, cool, stunning, humbled, sexy, hilarious girlfriend of all time

you make her feel all mushy whenever you guys kiss

wishing hopper and everyone in Hawkins would meet you

teaching her how to cook and bake

y/n shrine in her room

stick drawings of you both with everyday accessories and hearts around with blushing cheeks is a must 24/7

thinking about a future with you

if eleven gets something from the store she's getting one for y/n you best believe that mate

[ophelia-jones]

Kinktober submission:

Vouyerism ; masturbation 18+

She knew damn well who he was; she'd seen him while he was in Alexandria's little prison for so long. He'd been in there for a long time before Nina had even arrived at the community, ragged and desperate. They had been reluctant to take her in and help, and these years later she understood. She understood what strangers had done to them. She had heard what Negan had done. 

Still. Who hadn't done regrettable things? Who hadn't gone crazy and devolved into their most primal state of humanity? Maybe being in a peaceful, relatively safe place skewed her judgment, but she wasn't afraid of him. It didn't hurt that he was hotter than hell itself; a temptation she wouldn't mind burning herself on.

So, one sultry summer evening as he worked alone weeding the garden outside her window, Nina found herself wondering what it would be like to bring Negan in and fuck him into a coma.  She had to wonder which of them would beg for mercy first and decided it would be a long, delicious competition between them. 

As he slipped out of his long sleeve shirt to reveal a wiry strength she had not entirely expected. After all, he was only let out of that cell so often even now. Granted, gardening was a physical chore, but he must spend a great deal of his time working out to stay strong. She wondered what else he did all alone in the dark, smiling at the thought of him lying on the mattress, lonely and bored, his hand slipping down into his pants to wake his cock up and rub one out - and who he might think of while he did. 

He must've felt her eyes on him because he turned to look and met her gaze with those dark eyes that seemed to see right into a person's thoughts. The little smile he gave her added to that suspicion and made Nina's skin feel flush. 

She hadn't planned on playing games with him, but when the opportunity presented itself she couldn't resist. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She tossed it aside and saw that she had his undivided attention. 

She cupped her breasts through the worn pink lace that hid very little of her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples hardened almost before her fingers grazed them, as if his gaze alone were enough. 

Negan stopped what he had been pretending to do and watched, his lips parting slightly as he did. He licked his lower lip slowly as he watched and Nina imagined what it would feel like, that hot wet tongue tracing circles around her nipples, as she did exactly that with her fingers. 

She slipped out of the lacy bra, emboldened by his interest. The breeze through the open window was sensual as it caressed her naked skin and blew her hair back from her face. Negan smiled at her, a full, cheeky grin that made her grow wet just because he had given it to her. He smiled like that at her, he liked what he saw and wanted her to know. 

Nina moved out of view for a moment, and she hoped he didn't leave, but she couldn't remove her jeans gracefully and didn't want to ruin the show. When she stepped back into view, Negan had returned to gardening, but his eye was drawn back when he saw movement once again. Nina, now dressed only in a pair of pink lace panties, turned slowly and bent as if to pick something up off the floor. 

She glanced back over her shoulder at him, and Negan nodded. He definitely liked what he saw. Sitting on the foot of her bed, Nina spread her legs and slid her hand into her panties, her eyes locked with his as her fingers found the swollen little nub and began to flick lightly at it. 

Negan leaned on his hoe and watched admiringly. As she watched, he moved one long-fingered hand down to the front of his pants to adjust the obvious hard-on pressing against his zipper. Nina licked her lips at him and smiled. She wished she could taste his salty cock, but this was somehow more fun. 

She rocked back on her backside and slid the panties off, sitting upright once more with her legs spread wide so he could see every bit of her and he shook his head at her to say she was torturing him in the most wonderful way. His hand was in his pocket now and she knew his hard cock was in his hand. A rush of wet heat flooded her and she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She used her fingers to open herself even further, then slowly slid two fingers up inside herself slowly, savoring the way she could feel the touch on her skin in ways a faster, harder touch would forego. Her eye closed and she shivered at the feeling. When she opened her eyes Negan had looked away - glancing around to see if anyone else was around and might see the condition of his tented pants. No one was nearby and he looked back at her again.

She was too aroused to stop now, reaching under her mattress to withdraw a small, red tube shaped item - Negan's eyes narrowed slightly and then his head fell back slightly, his eyes wide as he continued to watch. 

Nina turned on the vibrator, something she did frugally these days. Batteries were hard to come by, but desperate times called for desperate measures and she was quickly becoming desperate to come.

She touched the bullet vibrator to her aching clit and her legs closed around it reflexively. Her whole body reacted as she leaned forward, her tits thrust out and her head fell back. She wasn't looking at Negan anymore but certain he was watching every second of this. She sat up on her knees and put the toy between her heels before rocking back onto it and beginning to ride it as she imagined it were him. 

She began to rub her clit in tight, firm circles and when her orgasm broke, she sat up on her knees so he saw the way she tightened so much that her arousal squirted out and down her legs. 

Satisfied and smiling, she looked back to see the way he stared. 

"Dirty, DIRTY girl!" He mouthed with that smile of his. Nina sauntered toward the window, winking at him as she casually dropped her panties out onto the grass before she pulled the shade down.

Negan was grinning as he walked casually her way to pick them up and place them in his pocket.

"Thank you, darlin'," he whispered in a hoarse, gravelly voice through the still open window before he walked away whistling happily. 

[ghouligancentral]

The Confession

Arthur Morgan X fem!reader (rated 18+)

Chapter 6 of The Bandit-

A/N-

As the time for the job approaches tensions run high. One night, after a fight, Arthur ends up letting something slip. He wonders if it will change things between the two of you. In return you end up telling him about your past. Smut ensues.

Smut between the *********

p.s. there is nothing in the smut that is part of the plot so you will still understand the story if you skip over it. I just keep putting it in because I am a hoe for Arthur Morgan.

Due to your early start, the three of you actually manage to make up for the time you lost yesterday. It is a long, brutal day of riding and you are relieved when Arthur says that you are done for the day. 

“We’ll camp here for the night. Tomorrow we meet up with the others and then wait until night for the train,” Arthur utters as he hops down from his horse.

“Oh thank God!” Sean exclaims while dismounting his horse. As he stretches his back pops in the process, causing him to groan even more. Sean offers to go take care of the horses while you and Arthur set up camp for the evening. 

After offloading your saddle bag, you lay it on the ground and kneel down to begin searching through it. Your mind swirls with thoughts of the future. What if Dutch recognizes me? What if John does? Will he hate me for leaving? 

“What’s on your mind?” 

“Huh?” You quickly focus back on the voice that asked the question. 

“I asked what’s on your mind? You’ve been lost in your head all day, so it must be pretty important,” Arthur responds with a small smile. His tone is a little playful but you can tell there is still some seriousness behind his words. 

“Oh it’s nothin—“ you say as you continue looking down as you unpack items from your bag. 

Arthur cuts you off with a loud grunt. This makes you look up at him. His brow is furrowed and the smile is gone from his face. 

“No it’s not nothing. Look, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine. But I need to know that you can focus on the job tomorrow. I can’t have you getting killed or getting someone else killed. So promise me you’ll deal with whatever ‘this’ is before tomorrow.” 

“My mind will be on the job,” you promise, before looking back down. You feel a little ashamed that your thoughts have gotten your head off of the job. The last thing you want is to be the cause of someone else getting hurt. That smile you love so much returns to Arthur’s face as he kneels down beside you, moving his hand so that he can lightly cup the side of your face. You bring your hand up and place it on top of his. 

Arthur offers you a lopsided grin. The way lines form beside his eyes when he smiles at you lets you know that his words are genuine. Maybe you can even see some love behind his eyes. You can’t help but let a small blush creep up on your face . Arthur explains ,” if you wanna talk I’m always here.” 

You pull his hand off your face and hold it in your lap. A couple moments go by as you just look at his hand. Contemplating whether to tell him. You’ve got to, you think to yourself. 

“Thanks Arthur. I—-“ 

But just as you are about to bare your soul to The man you are interrupted by Sean. 

“Oh lord my back is never going to recover from all that riding’,” Sean bellows as he walks up to the two on you. You drop Arthur’s hand and quickly begin unpacking your saddle bag as if nothing happened. Some timing he has, Arthur thinks to himself. Arthur throws him a glare only for Sean to respond by mouthing “sorry” as he shrugs his shoulders.

Later that evening Arthur goes over the plan once more.  As The three of you sit around the fire, sharing whisky, your mind wanders from his words as you think about tomorrow. 

“Alright so Sean, you'll be with me after we board the train and Clara… Clara are you listenin’?” Arthur looks over to you. Your eyes are focused on the fire but your mind is elsewhere. 

“Clara!” 

“Oh uh yeh I’m listening,” you mumble, eyes still on the fire. 

“No you ain’t!” Arthur snaps, his change of tone causes you to look at him. “If you could get that head of yours out of the clouds we’d have a much easier time with this job!” 

Sean quickly looks at you in surprise at Arthur’s words. Normally you’d be hurt or even embarrassed but right now all you are is mad. You stand up as you feel anger fill your body. 

“Why are you so worried about where my mind is? Do you think I can’t do my damn job?” You growl out. You can feel your heart pounding as Arthur stands up to face you. 

“Now that’s not what I mean,” Arthur starts, putting his hands up as he tries to calm you, but right now the alcohol is making the decisions and it chooses to push the conversation further. 

“You think that just because I’ve never done a job like this before that I Can't do it!” Your words slur together slightly as you speak. 

“Now girl, if you know what’s best for ya, you’d better stop talkin real quick,” Arthur warns as he clenches his fist in an attempt to control his anger. Sean’s wide eyes quickly flick between the two of you, waiting for someone to make the next move. 

“Oh what are you gonna do to me? You think just because you are a big bad outlaw you can scare me?” You mock. The sober part of your brain is begging you to stop. 

“Don’t do this” Arthur just growls. 

“Why do you even care if I get out of this job alive? You just care about getting your damn money! Hell you’d probably be happy if I died, then you’d get my cut as well. ” You feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes. Stop it! damn it! stop!, you tell yourself,looking at Arthur. Even when he’s angry he’s still beautiful. 

Those are the words that cause Arthur to snap. He roughly grabs your shoulders and pulls you so that his face is only inches away from yours. 

“Would you just shut the hell up for two minutes and let me explain?! I keep getting onto you because I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you got hurt!”

“Why?!” 

“Because I love you!” 

Arthur’s face drops at the realization of what he just said out loud. The anger instantly leaves you and all you can do is just stand there wide eyed. Sean’s eyes get even bigger as he processes what he just heard. 

“I.. uh.. I,” Arthur stumbles, trying to find some way out of the situation. 

“I’m going to give you two a moment,” Sean whispers as he backs away. 

“I’m sorry Arthur,” you murmur. What do you mean sorry? Sorry that you don’t feel the same? Sorry that you had to watch me make a fool of myself? Arthur’s mind races. However you continue,” I’m sorry I didn’t do this earlier.” 

You grab his shirt roughly as you pull him into a kiss. Arthur’s eyes widen in surprise before he lets himself relax into the kiss. He lets go of your shoulders in favor of letting his hands roam over your back. 

Once the two of you pull away to catch your breath, Arthur opens his eyes to look down at you and watches as you nestle your head into his shirt. 

“That was… that was good,” Arthur manages to eke out as his brain tries to catch up. You feel one of his hands gently rubbing your back as the two of you stand there for a moment. 

“I have to tell you something,” you utter while backing up from him. Arthur cocks his eyebrow at you. 

“Let’s take a walk,” you say as you grab a lantern, lighting it with a stick from the fire.  The two of you walk in silence until you stumble upon where Sean is sitting. He is leaned up against a tree with his eyes closed.  

“Oh so is everything okay?,” Sean questions as he tries to read the expression on your face. However, He can’t really see in the dim light. 

“It’s all fine Sean,” you explain as you keep walking. Sean quickly looks to Arthur in search of a deeper explanation. 

“I’ll tell ya later,” Arthur offers as he follows you. As you and Arthur make your way further away from camp, Sean stands and heads back to the fire. 

“So what were ya wantin’ to tell me?” Arthur asks when you come to a stop. 

“You might want to sit down for this,” you say to Arthur before beginning. You take a deep breath before starting. That night you tell him everything. You tell him about your mother and father, about what happened with Dutch and Colm, and about John. Throughout the story Arthur listens, his only movements are the nods his head every few minutes to show that he’s paying attention. His eyes widen at certain parts but other than that he does not react to the story. 

Once you finish you look to him for a response, holding your breath as he seems to mull it over in his mind. 

“Damn girl,” Arthur mutters. You give a little nod as a sigh slipped out of your mouth.

“It’s been downright overwhelmin’ at times,” you explain, “ so do you know if my John is the same one we’re meetin’ tomorrow?”

Arthur feels a spark of emotion at the question. 

 “I reckon, seeing as no other Johns have joined the group,” Arthur mumbles, “ do.. Do you want it to be?” 

Arthur tries to ask the question as nonchalantly as possible as to not let you in on his jealousy. He knows he shouldn’t be asking questions like this, prying into your life. After all he does have to face the fact that you might not love him back. Arthur holds his breath as he waits for your reply. 

“No. Not really,” you answer as you try to shove away the feeling of shame. 

“Wish there was something I could do to help clear yer mind,” Arthur utters as you sit down beside him. 

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“Well I can think of one thing,” you muse, a grin spreading across your face. A hand sneaks over onto Arthur’s thigh and begins making its way up towards his lap. Arthur lets out a groan once you reach his crotch. You give him a little squeeze as you feel him beginning to get hard. He takes one hand and places it on your jaw, moving it so that you are looking in his eyes. Your heart thumps in your chest at his touch. 

When you meet his blue eyes a bolt of arousal shoots down your spine to your core. This man will be the death of you. 

“Arthur please,” you whine just wanting to feel his lips on yours. 

“How could I deny ya when ya ask so sweetly ,” Arthur muses in a low breathy voice. Right now nothing but Arthur matters. You have all but forgotten about your parents and the Van der linde gang. Your mind is consumed by one thing and one thing alone: Arthur Morgan. All you want is him.

Arthur pulls you in for a kiss. The kiss is desperate,  you can tell he wants this just as much as you. His rough hands begin to roam over your body as he tries to pull you onto his lap, however the position that you are in makes the task difficult. After some time you are forced to pull back to catch your breath. 

“Arthur, aren’t your ribs still sore?,” you pant out as he is still attempting to get you into a better position. 

“You ain’t gonna hurt me darlin,” Arthur grunts before finally managing to pull you on top of him. He places you so that your back is against his broad chest. Arthur slides your hair out of the way and pulls your blouse to the side so that he has access to your neck. He begins to place a series of hot open mouthed kisses along your collarbone. 

“Arthur,” you mewl out. You can feel his hard member pressing against you. All you want is for him to ravish you. You lean up and pull off your blouse. Tossing it aside before you lean back against his chest, letting him resume his attack on your neck. You moan once again at the feeling of his teeth lightly scraping against your neck. 

“I got you darlin’,” Arthur mutters as he begins to roll his hips against yours seeking any friction to relieve the throbbing in his trousers. Arthur pulls back from your neck before asking you a question. 

“Is this the distraction you was hopin’ for?” Arthur asks. 

“Oh yes,” you moan as you feel the heat in your stomach move lower and settle in your core. You don’t know what this man is going to do to you but you do know that you’ll let him do anything he wants. 

“Stand up darlin,” Arthur instructs you and you obey. He reaches up and begins to undo your trousers. In one fell swoop, Arthur removes both your pants and bloomers. 

Arthur also stands once he finishes undoing your trousers and proceeds to remove his shirt and trousers as well. You can see the outline of his hard cock through this union suit and the sight makes you drool. Arthur sits back down and you follow suit. 

You reach over and begin to hurriedly unbutton his union suit. You only get halfway down before you can’t take it any more and have to run your hands over his bare chest. Every part of your being is telling you that you need to touch him. 

“Come sit here,” Arthur instructs while patting his thigh.

You settle yourself so that you are straddling one of his large thighs. Arthur grabs your hips and begins moving you up and down on his thigh. You gasp at the feeling of your core rubbing against him. His muscles flex under you.. As you feel his soft chest hair under your fingertips Arthur lets a groan slip past his lips. Your hips roll into his thigh faster seeking more friction. Arthur keeps up the pace for a few more moments until he senses a change in your body language.

Your toes begin to curl as you feel an orgasm approaching. Your breaths quicken and your heart races faster. 

“Arthur, I’m gonna —” 

You aren’t able to complete your sentence before you feel your orgasm wash over you. Your legs tremble as he begins to slow down the movement of your hips. 

“You’re so good for me,” Arthur coos in your ear as you regain your bearings after an intense orgasm. You never thought you would be able to cum just from dry humping someone’s leg but this man continues to surprise you. 

When you slide off of Arthur’s thigh you can see a wet patch on his union suit. Arthur lets out a low moan at the sight. You swear you could almost see his cock twitch in response. 

You reach your hands out to begin unbuttoning the rest of his union suit further. Just as you are about to pull his cock out of its fabric prison Arthur stops you. 

“ Sure you want this? ” Arthur asks, you watch as his eyes sparkle in the lantern light. 

“Yes, I wanna make you feel good too Arthur,” you whine while giving him big doe eyes. You want to see his chest heaving and you want to hear him moan out your name. Another pang of arousal hits you at the thought of him cumming. 

Arthur nods in consent and you happily pull his cock out of his union suit. It is just as magnificent as you remember. Long and thick. You give your palm a lick before setting about stroking Arthur. You rub your thumb over his slit as you watch precum leak out. Arthur pants and gasps as you continue moving your hand. You take your other hand and move it to cup his balls. You give him a little squeeze and he shudders at the feeling. 

“Whoa there!” Arthur says as he removes your hands from him,” As much as I’m enjoyin’ this, I don’t want things to end too soon.”

You smile and nod at Arthur.

“Now let’s get you ready sweetheart,” Arthur announces with a smile as he stands up. After removing his union suit, he grabs his shirt and lays it out for you to sit on. 

“Come ‘ere and sit,” Arthur instructs you. 

“Are you sure?” You question back, not wanting to mess up his shirt.

“Yes darlin’. Now sit.” 

This time you just nod and do what he says. After laying on your back and propping yourself up on your elbows, you look at Arthur who is just staring at you in awe. Even in the low lantern his blue eyes sparkle with excitement. 

Your cheeks heat up under his gaze and you realize just how exposed you really are and slide your legs closed. 

“Now don’t go doin’ that,” Arthur coos as he places a hand on each of your knees,” Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” 

 Your blush deepens at Arthur’s words but still you follow his orders.  Arthur settles himself in between your thighs as you slowly ease them open. Arthur thinks he has died and gone to heaven as his eyes rake over your nude form. He must have done some good in this life to have you here with him. 

You flinch in surprise and let out a small gasp at the feeling of a finger nudging at your core. 

 He lets a finger slowly trace around your slick slit. The teasing motion causes you to whine in frustration. Arthur gives a little chuckle in response to your movements. 

“Easy girl. I got ya,” Arthur reassures as he slowly pushes his finger into you. You throw your head back and let out a moan at the sensation. Arthur groans at the feeling of your tight heat surrounding him, he can only imagine what it will be like when he is inside you. His hard cock just twitches at the thought and he is sure that if he thought about it long enough he might just cum then and there. 

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, After begins to speed up the pace at which he is fingering you. 

“Shit! Yer so tight,” Arthur pants as he feels your slick heat surround his fingers. The feeling of his cock bobbing in between his legs is getting harder to ignore, but he knows he has to prep you first. 

“More Arthur,” you beg, encouraging Arthur to add another finger. Arthur grins before pushing in a second finger alongside his first. You let out another whimper of pleasure as he moves his thumb so that it can rub circles on your clit. Gently Arthur begins to scissor you open. At that moment your arms give out causing you to fall onto your back. More slick leaks out onto his fingers as you lie there panting. Once Arthur feels that you're ready, he adds a third finger. 

All you can think of is him and the three fingers pumping in and out of your body. A series of gasps and moans can be heard as he leans down over you, kissing your lips. You allow your hands to rove over his chest before you wrap your arms around him. The knot in your stomach tightens and you can feel a second orgasm approaching.  This time you can only let out a whine as a warning to Arthur. 

“Let go for me,” Arthur whispers in your ear. That is all it takes to send you over the edge. You cum with a cry of Arthur’s name falling from your lips as you clamp down on his fingers. He gently works you through the orgasm by continuing to rub your clit. 

Arthur sits up before he removes his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth to taste you. He hums happily as he laps your juices off of his fingers. 

“Can you handle any more?” Arthur asks, knowing that two orgasms will take a lot out of a person.  

“I need you Arthur,” You pant, pulling him down so that he is positioned over you.  You reach between the two of you to grab his cock and align him at your entrance. 

“Oh fuck,” Arthur curses as he slowly pushes into your tight heat. Nails dig into the flesh on his back as he begins moving his hips. The stretch of him entering causes a mewl to escape from your lips. The only sound that can be heard is that of moans and skin on skin. 

Arthur’s thrusts are deep, filling you to the brim each time. You can hear him panting in your ear as you cling to him. Even in the cool night air a thin layer of sweat has formed on the  both of you. Arthur feels your slick leaking out onto him and lets out a groan at the idea of it. If only he could see it. He speeds up his pace as he detects the first hints of his own orgasm approaching. A hand snakes down in between your bodies and begins rubbing circles on your clit once more. 

“Arthur!” you cry as you feel yet another orgasm approaching. His thumb presses down harder as he starts placing kisses on your jaw. Your second orgasm washes over you. Your legs tremble at the intensity and you can hear Arthur moan your name as you clamp down on him. He continues to thrust into you as you cum around him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls out and sits back up on his heels. He takes his cock in his hands and pumps it. You lean up to take over the action. A shaky gasp escapes him as he cums. 

And the sight of him cumming is better than you imagined. Arthur’s head is thrown back in pleasure as your name falls from his lips. His hips jerk up into your hand as thick ropes of cum splash onto his stomach and your fist. Slowly Arthur looks back at you while trying to catch his breath. 

You give him a cheeky smile before bringing your hand up to your mouth to lick off the cum that landed there. Arthur lets out a long groan at the sight. 

“Darlin’ you’ll be the death of me,” Arthur pants out while offering you a pleased smile. 

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Arthur leans down to place another kiss on your lips before laying down beside you. 

“ you left the gang just six months ‘for I joined,” Arthur utters as the two of you look up at the night sky. 

“Yeh guess so–”

You let your words trail off as you don’t know how to continue the conversation. 

“It’s a shame really, coulda gotten to know ya sooner,” Arthur chuckles as he wraps an arm around you. 

“You wouldn’t of been interested. I was a scrawny fourteen year old at the time. 

“We should probably get some sleep,” you chuckle as you move to go find your clothes. Arthur just grunts in response before he begins the search for his clothes. Once dressed, the two of you head back to camp. 

You once again sleep with Arthur in his bedroll and tonight you only have the nightmare once before Arthur wraps you in his arms and pulls you tightly against him. The rest of the night is filled with a peaceful dreamless sleep. 

The next morning you are awoken by a hand caressing your cheek. You crack one eye open to find Arthur looking down at you with a smile on his face. 

“Mornin’,” he whispers. 

“Good morning,” you mumble as you stretch your arms above your head. You hear a snore from behind you. 

“Sean’s still asleep then,” you yawn as you sit up. 

“Well don’t expect me to be wakin’ him up like this,” Arthur chuckles as he hands you a cup of coffee. The taste is bitter but after the drinking you did last night you need this. You watch as Arthur stands and goes over to one of the saddle bags. 

Upon standing you decide to help with breakfast, not that there is much to do. You remove the coffee pot from the fire before refilling Arthur’s cup. You hear a groan come from Sean’s and look up to see a rather sleepy looking Irishman. 

“Good mornin’,” you chirp as you retrieve another cup for Sean. 

“Oh my head is killin’ me,”Sean grumbles before he opens his eyes to look in your direction. 

“Why are ya so chipper this mornin’?” Sean questions sleepily before remembering the events 

of last night. “Oh so I’m assuming your little ‘talk’ with Arthur went well.”

“It did actually,” you sigh as you hand him the warm cup. Sean happily takes it from your hands and takes a sip. 

“Ahh that’s the stuff. I do like to see young love. Well I wouldn’t say young when referring to him,” Sean chuckles. 

“I wouldn’t say it went that well,” you laugh, turning to place the coffee pot back over the fire. 

“But you do love him, right?” Sean asks in a hushed voice, not wanting Arthur to hear.

All the banter is gone from his words. You turn back to face him. You do love Arthur Morgan. You love him with everything you have, but you’re afraid. What if he gets hurt? What if I have to leave again? These thoughts swirl around your mind as you decide how you are going to respond to Sean. 

“I think so but…,” you say in barely audible whisper, casting your eyes downward to avoid his gaze. 

“But you haven’t told him,” Sean finishes your sentence for you. You only give a weak nod in response. 

“Why haven’t ya told the man? He was ‘bout ready to get down on a knee and propose marriage last night,” Sean continues. 

“I..I think I love him. I’m just scared,” you reply in all sincerity, trying to keep your voice down. 

“Scared? Scared o’ what?”

“I don’t know! Of hurting ‘em. Of getting hurt. I don’t know!” you answer back a little too loud for your own comfort. A pang of anxiety hits you as you hope Arthur did not hear your words. 

“Listen here,” Sean mutters as he shuffles closer to you,” in this life yer always scared. Scared of not getting the money. Scared of getting caught or killed. Love ain’t somethin’ to add to that list.” 

For someone who acts so childish, Sean does have some good advice. You let his words sink in for a moment before nodding and turning back to attend to breakfast. Arthur strolls back over with food in hand. 

“What are you two talkin’ about over here?” Arthur questions as he begins handing out the food. Anxiety spikes within you as you hear Sean begin to speak. Please don’t tell him. Please don’t tell him. You internally beg as you watch the Irishman. 

“Oh I was just mentioning how nice Clara is for not kickin’ ya last night. It ain’t very nice to go snappin’ at a lady then professing your love out of the blue,” Sean quips before giving you a little wink. You let out a sigh of relief as you watch Arthur blush from embarrassment. 

“Yeh, sorry about that,” Arthur apologizes to you both. The morning is spent inspecting the supplies and ammunition for the job that evening. Once everything checks out, the three of you load up the horses and set out for the meeting place. 

On the way a question pops into Arthur’s mind. 

“Does your horse come when ya whistle? Like will it follow?” Arthur asks as the two of you ride side by side. 

“Yeh June will do that. Why do ya ask?” 

“We usually leave the horses back a ways so they don’t run the risk of gettin’ hurt durin’ the job. I was just wantin’ to know if I needed to tie June to Boadicea here,” Arthur exclaims while giving his mare a soft pat on the neck. Boadicea snorts in reply. You smile as you watch how good Arthur is with his horse. Even though he’d never admit it, the man has a good heart. 

The ride only takes up half of the morning and you arrive at the site a little after noon. The area has a spackling of trees which provide some shade for the horse as you wait. 

“Unload anything except the essentials but keep it if ya can’t live without it. We might not get a chance to come back for it,” Arthur instructs the two of you before beginning to offload items from Boadicea. You don’t have much to unload, seeing as you only brought what you needed, so you decide to unsaddle June and let her graze while you find a shady spot to sit. 

You find a large oak tree and decide that it would be an excellent spot to relax in. As soon as you get settled and lean against the tree you realize just how tired you truly are. All the sleeping on rocks and nightmares have really taken their toll on you. You pull the brim of your hat down so that your eyes are offered a little relief from the sun. Once Sean and Arthur finish, they join you. 

“Alright now what?,” Sean questions eagerly as he watches Arthur take a seat beside you. 

“It’s obvious you ain’t never been on a job like this,” Arthur mumbles as he leans his head back against the tree before pulling his hat down to shade his eyes from the sun.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sean smears as he remains standing, it’s evident that he is ready and raring to go.  

 “What I mean is that it’s obvious what we have to do. We wait,” Arthur utters as he closes his eyes, “just try to get some rest before the others get here.” 

“Why do you want to rest now? Didn’t get enough sleep last night?” Sean teases. You and Arthur just look at each other knowingly. The feeling of the sun warming your skin causes you to doze off.

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Hello again my beauties-

I just want to give a special shout out to those who have given liked, reblogged or/and commented on this and keep coming back to read it. I love you all and people like you are the reason I keep writing. Also I know I still haven't gotten to the job yet. I was intending on putting it in this chapter but that didn't happen.

[stupendousgardenunknown]

Title: Blackmail & a Party

Pairing: Zeke x Reader

Warnings: drinking, blackmail

I KNOW I'M LATE! But this for @chaotic-nick's Zeke Weekly Countdown collab. I knowwww this may be a bit boring, but I did really like the concept. Enjoy some casual nothingness 🤗

“Put that down!” You yell, hopping between two football players whose names you can’t remember. One takes advantage of the opportunity and lightly taps your ass as you harshly turn after grabbing the vase they were playing catch with and swiftly land a punch on his stomach. 

“Bitch! We were just playing around!” He winces, but your glare only hardens as you move behind the kitchen counter and place the vase under the sink for safe keeping. 

“Play around in the backyard then!” You yell over the music, the football player’s friend comes around and rubs his shoulder and he says something you can’t quite hear. It must have been something in agreement because the one you punched flips you off before the two of them move to the backyard like you ask. 

“What happened?” Sasha is at your side, and you think at first it’s because she can see your annoyance and she wants to be a good friend, but when you turn to look at her and she’s already halfway out the kitchen with a stolen bowl of chips and guac-  you realize that maybe that was only half the reason- the other half because she’s Sasha and she will eat. 

“Assholes were tossing around my dad’s vase that he would kill me if it was broken.” You point a thumb over in the direction the two men left in, and you huff when Connie walks in, stealing a chip from Sasha’s bowl ignoring her look of annoyance. If her other hand wasn’t full she probably would have stopped him. 

“Who?” He asks, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration. 

“Connie- did you invite the football team?” When tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum convinced you to host a party in your parent’s house just on the outskirts of campus, you only gave them two rules: nobody from the sports’ teams, and they had to help you clean up the morning after. Connie looks like he’s about to spit out the chip he just ate but he quickly recovers. 

“Well- uh- Reiner is on the football team, and you know-” He glances at Sasha for assistance but she lets him flounder as revenge for stealing her chips. “Eren’s on the baseball team too.” He snaps his fingers and points at you wearing a bright smile like he just solved a famous mathematical equation but you look bored with him. 

“So you invite the entire team?” You honestly should have known better. Rolling your eyes- you turn and pour yourself a shot of liquor from one of the several bottles sitting on your counter into a red solo cup and quickly take it. Connie and Sasha shrug at each other and start to try sneaking back off to the party. 

“Stop!” You say with an authoritative voice. The twins-but-not-twins stop and give each other a look that says “if she comes after you first, I’m leaving you to save my own ass.”

“Remember to help me tomorrow. I don’t give a shit how hungover you are.” You say again while pouring a second shot. 

“We wouldn’t hoe you like that!” Connie says brightly, a hand pushing Sasha out of the kitchen and into the living room just in time to see that Mikasa landed on Eren for a rousing game of spin the bottle. And there you are- alone in the kitchen of a house party that you decided to host in an attempt to “let loose” and “have fun”, at the whim of Connie and Sasha. A stupid decision considering Connie seemingly invited half the school body. Sasha viewed them all as competition for the party snacks. You take another shot from some cheap bottle of vodka- no doubt brought by one of the freshmen and your face scrunches at the burn it brings as it goes down. 

“Disgusting.” You murmur to yourself as you try your best to clean as you go and throw some half used plates and empty mixer bottles into the trash, making extra sure to put them in the correct bins. You’re more than sure if your dad didn’t kill you for not hiding your tracks and giving him evidence that you did indeed throw a house party- he would kill you for not properly recycling, and therefore: killing the planet.

It’s been you and your Dad for as long as you can remember, and he was a gentle man. Patient, kind, wicked smart. Your mother decided being a mother wasn’t the path for her, and one thing you had to hand to your Dad was- he never blamed her. You were an accident after all, and despite everything, your mother thought she would be able to rise to the occasion. She failed of course, but your Dad simply said that she was on her journey, just like being an involved father was his. He was awesome like that. Eventually, he managed to make tenure track at Marley University, his research in DNA abnormalities gaining so much traction it wasn’t unusual for him to be published several times a month. 

He was away giving some TedTalk when you decided to break the rules and have a house party. A kiss on the forehead and the ironic, “don’t throw any ragers while I’m gone, ‘kay kid?” followed by an unironic, “wouldn’t dream of it!”. 

The one rule your Dad ever gave you and here you were breaking it. 

Heading out into the living room, you give one look into the chaos that’s Jean landing on Eren in spin the bottle followed by an uproar of “Oh Shit!!”s and “Do it!”s and you decided it was time for some peace and quiet: your Dad’s study. It was a large office, but the piles of books and bookcases made it feel smaller than it was. You tried helping him clean it out once, but every file and paper you tried to throw away- he insisted that it was too important. Walking up the stairs, you hesitate- seeing a light already on from underneath the door. You stomp forward, trying to imagine the world of pain you’ll be in if you accidentally let a complete animal in your home who would think that it would be funny to mess with your Dad’s life’s work. 

Heart racing, you open the door, pausing when you see a blonde man turn to face you. In his hands, one of your Dad’s latest publishings. It was a few pages in, he must have found his way in here not too long ago. He was taller than you, glasses reminding you of Harry Potter, and baggy clothes that seemed like he picked them right from Tumblr’s explore page from 2012. 

“Do you mind closing the door?” It’s not really a question, more like a demand. Like you’re the TA and he’s the professor. He turns his attention back to the paper and you're appalled by his dismissiveness. 

“Excuse me?!” You squeak out, hand gripping the doorknob. He turns to you again, a confused look on his face that has him trying to remember if he spoke English or German to you. As if this happens all the time. 

“Do you mind closing the door?” He repeats. When there’s a beat and you don’t respond nor obey his orders he turns to you fully and adjusts his glasses. 

“That party is loud as hell, it’s disrupting my concentration.” He points to the doorway, gesturing to the rager in your home. 

“I know,” You state sharply. “It’s my party.” You furrow your brows at him and he does nothing but purse his lips. You can see him doing the math that this must have been someone’s house. And that someone must be you. He stumbles a bit, adjusting his glasses and then tries to pull it off like the news that you’re the daughter of the man who wrote the paper he’s so thoroughly engrossed in just a little bit ago- didn’t throw him for a loop. 

“S-So- you’re-” He struggles, now aware that he’s fumbling and fumbling even more from nervousness. You sigh and step in, closing the door behind you. Walking swiftly over to the taller blonde, you grab the papers he was holding and ignoring his sharp hiss from the paper cut you gave him and take a glance at the research title. You remember this one, surprisingly. It took your Dad away from you for around 6 months, but he was very proud of this work. You even remember some of the other researchers from how much you were dragged to happy hours with them to boost morale. “The d-daughter of-” He clears his throat in an attempt to give him time to calm his racing thoughts. You hum and pass the paper back to him, talking over to your Dad’s desk and propping yourself on the old oakwood. 

“Professor _____? Yeah, I am.” You cross your arms. The blond man looks at you, blinking, and you think you recognize him. He gives a satisfied look, shaking his head as he takes the research papers and places them on a random stack of books and makes his way to you. Slinking, really. 

“And do you know who I am?” He’s smiling slyly now, like he knows a secret that you’re not keen on yet. Your brows furrow, wracking your brain for where you’ve seen his face before. For some reason Eren’s keeps popping up. Whenever they want to advertise one of Marley's many winning games and the University’s Social Media’s barrage of photos of the baseball team members in an attempt to garner attendance and support. 

“I…” You look at him skeptically as he slowly makes his approach. “I don’t blame you, it may have been before your time.” He sounds so douch-ey when he words it like that.  Unfortunately, it does jog something in your head. You remember seeing one of the more pushed posts, one of Eren and his older brother- what was it again? Zeke. Two Jaeger brothers played on the same team, one mentoring the other and the other striving to beat all of his older brother’s records. They loved it, you couldn’t hope for better content. 

“You’re Eren’s brother!” You exclaim, realization dawning on you and Zeke does a shit job of hiding his satisfaction. 

“Did Eren bring you?” You ask, from what you heard from Eren complaining about his brother-half-brother, Zeke was a stickler. Sure he was a prodigy at baseball but he was a hipster. More interested in studies and old foreign movies than getting laid. In fact, he was a staunch activist in the little capacity he could be- which wasn’t much. He was threatened with a game suspension over his vocal support for kicking a pro-religious group off campus when they were harassing a student chapter of Planned Parenthood. Zeke shrugs as if he’s not sure himself, like he just magically manifested in your Dad’s office. 

“Oh so you just came by yourself?” You ask. 

“Well, maybe not by myself.” Zeke chuckles, turning to view the bookcase again, perusing. 

“I wanted to come and make sure my little brother didn’t get involved in anything too damaging.” He says, a title catching his eye. 

“You know how Marley’s very concerned about the image of their players.” Zeke nods in your direction as if you’re had any idea on what it was like to be a star athlete. 

“And that’s why you’re upstairs reading my Dad’s research papers instead of…?” You drift off, swinging a pointed hand to the door. A smile decorating your face that too be honest, Zeke doesn’t find half-bad. 

“Instead of downstairs?” Zeke nods again, laughing softly. He plucks a book, and flips it over in his large hands. 

“Doing a wonderful job of, uh, watching after him?” You say, uncrossing your arms. 

“You know,” He sighs, placing the book back. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and turns his body. Jesus- he looks like a paperboy from the 1920’s. He’s wearing some high waisted tweed pants like he just nabbed them from some vintage store and a sweater vest pulled over a collared button down, even his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. He strolls towards you again, his fingers dragging along the spines of the books. “I didn’t even know he existed until I was pre-teen.” 

This actually shocks you. Their relationship was always played up like they were close. Like they grew up taking baths in the same sink or something. Zeke wasn’t that much older than him, but now that he mentions it, there always seemed like some sort of longing on Eren’s part. Like he wished he had Zeke around when he was younger, like wanting to be closer to someone who was a stranger but you can’t take up for lost time like that. It seems strange that Eren had known Mikasa and Armin longer than his own blood-half-blood brother. 

“He… He never mentioned that.” Zeke actually smiles at this. A sad one. 

“I bet. His Mother was the other woman. I didn’t start living with them until my Mom passed.” Your jaw actually drops. You’ve seen Carla in pictures, in the Happy Mother’s Day posts that Eren would post religiously on his personal social media channels, not that he posted much. But it would pop up on your feed because of either Connie or Sasha commenting one of their polite “So cute!”s. Eren looks exactly like his mother, you wonder briefly what kind of effect that had on Zeke. 

“I’m,” You blink. “So sorry for your…” It seems strange to be giving condolences to someone you met maybe ten minutes ago. Even worse is that it’s the brother of a friend of a friend. “Loss?” You squeak out and Zeke chuckles under his breath and you realize he’s within grabbing distance. 

“I appreciate that.” He sucks his teeth and he finally pulls another book. 

“You know,” He muses. 

“I’m a big fan of your Dad’s work.” The subject change is so quick, you’re a little flabbergasted. It was good that Zeke was up here because he was a fan and not just because he was an absolute geek. 

“Oh.” You say.

“You are?” He finally opens a book and shuffles through a few pages. He doesn’t look at you, seemingly enthralled by whatever book he plucked from your Dad’s collection. 

“Do you know what your Dad has accomplished for the medical community?” He asks. It seems like a loaded question, but you answer anyway. 

“Not really,” You stand, hands brushing on the oak of the desk. It’s cool under your warmed hands, now finally feeling the effects of the rounds of shots you took. Zeke takes notice, glancing at you before snapping the book shut and walking over to you. He’s inches away now, and he smells…. Nice. Oaky. 

“You should.” He says and you jerk back from his tone. You always wished your Dad was maybe… cooler. When you were a child you wished he had a “cool” job like being a movie star or a musician. Being a top researcher seemed like a thankless job. But maybe he had his fans after all. And Zeke was one of them. 

“I actually applied to be one of his junior researchers.” He admits, lifting a hand to scratch at his beard with his pointer finger. Okay. Weird. 

“You know how far DNA research has come? Imagine being able to just clip-” He makes a scissoring motion, “that line of DNA code, right out of someone. That gene that causes violent tendencies. We could save an entire generation- generations of children from being abused.” He says, voice becoming impassioned. 

“I-... I guess so?” You shrug. Your major was communications. Science and DNA and DNA research implications were the furthest thing from your mind. There’s another roar of laughter and yelling from downstairs, and you immediately move to go make sure the guests didn’t break something. You cry out from shock and you feel Zeke’s hand around your arm. His face is inches from yours, and you can see he has the clearest blue eyes you’ve ever seen on a man. 

“Suggest me to your Dad.” He demands. 

“What!?” You cry out. “No way!” You say, shoving Zeke’s hand off of yours and backing up against the door. He looks unaffected by your rejection. 

“Suggest me or I tell your Dad about this party.” Eren’s brother was nuts. Bonkers. Crazy. 

“Absolutely not!” You yell, hand already turning the doorknob. “And get the hell out of my Dad’s office!” You add, feeling extra warm. You knew you should have locked the office door. But you never expected a super fan to come in and blackmail you. Zeke sighs, striding over to you and holding his phone up. There’s something playing, but it’s out of focus and blurry. Or maybe that was just your vision. You squint and focus, it’s a video. It’s showing the party, you can see Jean and Eren playing beer pong using your kitchen table. Sasha, Connie, Marco and others playing flip cup. Thomas was asleep on the couch and Reiner was drawing on his face using permanent marker- a sick grin on his face. It’s a party. Your party. Caught on video. Evidence. You can feel the blood drain on your face, and Zeke must have seen it because he withdraws the phone and stuffs it into his pants pocket. 

“Y-You wouldn’t!” You gasp out. Shocked. Zeke sighs, like he’s about to say some crap like “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Bullshit. Fuck! Why did you ever decide to listen to the two idiots!? You knew better. You’ve seen the twins goof around on campus you should have known that no good decision ever came from them. 

“It would be a shame. Seemed like a fun party. Would have been better if you got away with it.” Sociopathic fucker! He doesn’t seem the least bit sorry about it. You scoff at him, gripping onto the doorknob so tightly you’re the intricate detailing is going to leave marks on your palms. There’s another roar of laughter and it’s one too many for your nerves. Fuck it. 

“Fine!” You huff, and turn to open the door but not before turning around a shaking a finger in Zeke’s stupid handsome face. 

“I’ll recommend you- if you never mention this again.” You say, voice tight. Zeke’s lips curve into a small smile. Fucker. You take his silence as acceptance and turn to head down the stairs to start damage control. 

… 

Turns out, Sasha and Connie are just as useless as you would think. They’re at least entertaining. 

While you ended up cleaning the whole house yourself, they do provide moral support and jokes in between their hungover naps and their attempts to rehydrate. You awoke with a slight headache and knowledge that you were definitely blackmailed by Eren’t older brother who left with poor passed out Eren in tow sometime between 3 and 4AM. 

He even waved to you as he carefully packed Eren into his old Subaru. 

When your Dad came home, you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and you quickly settled into your old routine. One weekday night, he was at his laptop with you on the couch, carefully studying the screen and occasionally taking off his reading glasses to rub his tired eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Dad?” You asked. He grunted, not sure if he should tell you what’s gotten your dear old Dad so stressed out but he decides to tell you anyway. 

“Just trying to decide which PhD students to take.” Your ears perk. You try to not make it too obvious, that you’re just a little too invested. 

“Need help?” You offer, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, flipping from channel to channel on the living room TV. Your Dad sighs again. 

“The candidates are just all so good.” He says, gesturing towards the screen of his laptop and crumples on the couch like he’s falling apart internally. Which he probably was. You purse your lips. 

“What about Zeke?” You pipe up, finally dragging your eyes off the TV and looking at your Dad. 

“J-Jaegar?” You add. Your Dad looks at the computer screen again, eyes squinting. 

“You know- him and Eren were like- the dynamic duo on the baseball team?” You force a smile to spread across your lips, and you can see the wheels turning in your Dad’s head as he comes to terms with the suggestion. 

“A former student athlete might be nice…” He muses. That’s it Dad. Listen to your wise daughter. You bite your lip. 

“I hear they’re… very determined in whatever they do.” You shrug. Your Dad doesn’t say anything, but the way he’s typing  a hundred miles a minute makes you think that you’ve steered him in the right direction. 

… 

A few weeks later while you’re 6 pages deep in an essay, your phone buzzes on your desk. With a sigh and a click, exiting out of a window that does not meet the requirement for the sources you can use, you pick it up. Confusion spreads on your face as it’s from an unknown number. 

Unknown: Thanks for the recommendation. I’m in. 

It takes you a beat, mind reeling from being knee deep in research to the context of why someone would be texting you this. 

Zeke. 

Annoyance and relief washes over you as you text back- thinking if you ignore him he may be insulted and send your Dad the video after all. 

You: Don’t mention it. 

You place it down again, scratching your forehead and trying to get back into research mode before you think: I never gave him my number. 

You: How did you get my #? 

You can’t even imagine- he probably did something insane like hack into the school’s blackboard system to get it. After all- he somehow wormed his way into your home. 

Zeke: I got it from Eren. 

Zeke: Who got it from Sasha. 

Fucking Sasha. You should have told her to keep your number away from maniacs like Zeke. 

Zeke: Since we’ll be seeing more of each other, you should save my number. 

You groan. He’s right. You will be seeing more of him. You set your phone down and when it pings again all you can think of what insanity he’s texting you now. When you look, it’s a photo of himself. A selfie. Recent. Maybe it won’t be so bad, you think to yourself as you stare at the photo. He’s attractive after all. In a… hipster sort of way. 

And you do; you save his number and even add a little 🐒 to the name.

[mrsbsmooth]

Episode 35 - Script

Bye Meera you dirty skank hoe

NARRATOR: Previously on Love Island… The Islanders snogged, they married, they pied…

NARRATOR: And now they’re arguing! Things have soured faster than all that cream under the Spanish sun.

NARRATOR: Finn backed {0} by siding against Nicolas, and even declared that he would marry {1} instead of Kat!

NARRATOR: Finn backed {0} by siding against Johnny, and even declared that he would marry {1} instead of Kat!

NARRATOR: Well, they say the cream always rises to the top. Except for here, most of it’s on the villa floor. It’s already separating…

NARRATOR: Just like Finn and Kat might be about to…

NARRATOR: Let’s get back to the spilt cream tea and find out!

You and the rest of the Islanders are still gathered at the challenge area.

All eyes are on Finn and Kat.

FINN_SERIOUS: {0} is the only Islander I would want to marry.

KAT_ANGRY: I can’t believe this!

FINN_SERIOUS: Hear me out, Kat.

KAT_ANGRY: I’m not sure I want to, Finn. You’re embarrassing me right now.

FINN_SAD: I’m not trying to embarrass anyone, Kat.

FINN_SERIOUS: I just need everyone to hear what I have to say.

SURESH_IDLE: Okay, Finn. Let’s hear it already.

ALFIE_IDLE: Yeah, man, get it off your chest.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Yeah, get on with it, Finn!

FINN_ANGRY: You better bite your tongue, Nicolas. This is all your fault.

KAT_ANGRY: It’s Nicolas’ fault that you’ve made me look like a fool?!

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Yeah, get on with it, Finn!

FINN_ANGRY: You better bite your tongue, Johnny. This is all your fault.

KAT_ANGRY: It’s Johnny’s fault that you’ve made me look like a fool?!

FINN_SERIOUS: No, it’s his fault for making {0} seem like somebody that she isn’t.

FINN_ANGRY: And, it’s his fault for all the drama that we’re in right now.

FINN_SERIOUS: {0} is not some kind of two-faced snake.

FINN_SERIOUS: And even though she said she was being sneaky. It wasn’t her idea.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s true.

FINN_SERIOUS: She would never play us all like that. It’s just not who she is.

KAT_ANGRY: Who exactly is she then, Finn? Please tell us.

Finn looks at you with a sincere smile.

FINN_IDLE: She is one of the best people I’ve ever met.

FINN_IDLE: She’s amazing. She came to this villa, and was truly thrown in the deep end.

SURESH_IDLE: She was indeed.

SURESH_HAPPY: Pushed me in the deep end too!

FINN_IDLE: And through all that, she still lights up the villa like nobody else.

KAT_ANGRY: Erm really?

FINN_SERIOUS: It takes a special type of person to go through what she has.

FINN_HAPPY: And then to come out on the other side with her head held high.

Finn smiles proudly as he looks at you. The other Islanders are silent.

FINN_SERIOUS: And if Nicolas is gonna draw lines in the sand, well…

FINN_SERIOUS: And if Johnny is gonna draw lines in the sand, well…

FINN_HAPPY: I’m always gonna be on {0}’s side.

FINN_SAD: And I hope the rest of you guys are, too.

Finn looks around at the other Islanders for a moment. Everyone remains silent.

FINN_IDLE: Anyway, that’s all I have to say.

Finn leaves the challenge stage and heads back to the villa.

Alfie claps his hands together.

ALFIE_HAPPY: I feel like that deserves a round of applause.

The others remain silent.

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Or not?

NICOLAS_HAPPY: I’ve got to give it to him, he almost convinced me to join {0}’s side.

KAT_ANGRY: Shut up, Nicolas!

JOHNNY_HAPPY: I’ve got to give it to him, he almost convinced me to join {0}’s side.

KAT_ANGRY: Shut up, Johnny!

Kat looks at you.

KAT_ANGRY: You’ve been quiet, {0}!

KAT_ANGRY: You said you wanted to marry Finn, too. You must be pleased with this.

KAT_ANGRY: What are your thoughts on this?

He’s speaking the truth

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yep. I believed everything he said.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: He’s right about me being made to look like a snake.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: He’s right about all the drama I’ve had to go through.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And he’s right about me being the best choice for marriage.

He’s just confused

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I think Finn’s head is a little all over the place.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: He’s right about me not being a snake.

PLAYER_SAD: But, I’m not sure why he would marry me over you, Kat.

KAT_ANGRY: There has to be a reason.

I want no part of this

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Hey, just because Finn says something about me, does not mean it’s true.

PLAYER_ANGRY: When are you people going to realise that I can speak for myself?

KAT_SERIOUS: I need to talk to Finn about this.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: That all got a little out of hand, didn’t it?

NICOLAS_SAD: Sometimes I wonder why I even came to this villa.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: That all got a little out of hand, didn’t it?

JOHNNY_SAD: Sometimes I wonder why I even came to this villa.

A phone ping is heard.

LULU_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text.

Kat turns around and listens in from a distance.

DANA_SURPRISED: Oh, here we go.

SURESH_SERIOUS: One thing after another.

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: It’s a rollercoaster, isn’t it?

MEERA_IDLE: We’ll be okay, Alfie.

Meera holds Alfie’s hand tight.

NICOLAS_FLIRTY: I hope it’s another challenge involving cream!

JOHNNY_FLIRTY: I hope it’s another challenge involving cream!

GABI_HAPPY: What does it say, Lulu?

Lulu reads the text.

LITEXT: Islanders, the public have been voting for their favourite boy and their favourite girl.

LITEXT: Tonight, the boy and the girl with the fewest votes will be dumped from the villa. {0}DoubleTrouble {1}UnFarewell

LULU_SAD: Not the greatest text I’ve ever received.

The Islanders look at each other. Everyone is shocked into silence.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Well, that shut you all up!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Not worried then, Nicolas?

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Nah, I’m chill.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, mate.

NICOLAS_IDLE: Well, whoever’s getting dumped, they might want to look good for their grand exit.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Well, that shut you all up!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Not worried then, Johnny?

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Nope, I’m chill.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, mate.

JOHNNY_IDLE: Well, whoever’s getting dumped, they might want to look good for their grand exit.

LULU_IDLE: Yeah, we should head back and prepare. It’s gonna be a big night.

You and your fellow Islanders leave the challenge area and walk back to the villa.

As you are walking across the lawn, Finn waves you over to the swing seat.

FINN_IDLE: Come talk to me, {0}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Where’s Kat?

FINN_SAD: Oh, we had a chat. She stormed off somewhere.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Is she upset?

FINN_SAD: She thinks that I’m messing her about.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Are you?

Finn looks down at the ground for a moment. He raises his head and looks at you.

FINN_SAD: I think me and you need a chat about all of this, one on one.

FINN_IDLE: There’s a lot I need to get off my chest, it can’t wait much longer.

FINN_FLIRTY: Will you chat this through with me, {0}?

*Yeah, let’s talk

PLAYER_IDLE: So, Finn. What do you want to get off your chest?

FINN_IDLE: Where to start?

FINN_SAD: I suppose I should tell you that I didn’t really plan any of that.

FINN_SAD: I mean, I wanted to say it all, I just didn’t mean it to be a big show or anything.

FINN_SAD: It might have looked like I was being cruel to Kat.

FINN_SAD: But that’s the last thing I wanted to do.

FINN_SERIOUS: I just had to get everyone back on your side, at least that was the idea.

FINN_SERIOUS: Nicolas’ smirking face was winding me right up, and after pieing him, well…

FINN_SERIOUS: Johnny’s smirking face was winding me right up, and after pieing him, well…

FINN_SAD: I guess my emotions just ran away with me.

FINN_SAD: The marriage thing kind of came out without me thinking.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

FINN_IDLE: Yeah, that was completely spontaneous.

FINN_SAD: Maybe I revealed more than I should have, I don’t know.

FINN_IDLE: All I know is that you don’t deserve to be played by a guy like Nicolas.

FINN_ANGRY: I can see right through his games.

FINN_IDLE: All I know is that you don’t deserve to be played by a guy like Johnny.

FINN_ANGRY: I can see right through his games.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m glad you could!

Finn takes a breath and calms himself down.

FINN_IDLE: I guess part of me thought I was being the hero, that I was saving the day.

FINN_SAD: But maybe I’ve just made things worse.

FINN_SERIOUS: What do you think, {0}?

I think you did the right thing

PLAYER_IDLE: You did what needed to be done, Finn. I’m glad you’ve got my back.

FINN_HAPPY: Thanks for saying that, {0}. It means a lot.

FINN_IDLE: We haven’t got much time left in this villa.

FINN_IDLE: I don’t want to waste it under any dark clouds.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah, time to bask in a bit of sunshine.

You shouldn’t have said anything

PLAYER_SAD: I would have preferred you not to have said what you did.

FINN_SAD: I’m sorry you feel that way, {0}. I meant well.

FINN_SAD: I hope this doesn’t ruin anything between us.

I’m as confused as you

PLAYER_SERIOUS: To be honest, I think my head is in as much of a mess as yours.

FINN_SAD: Yeah, it’s a lot to process. I understand that.

FINN_IDLE: I never thought that I’d be in a position where my head is this scrambled.

FINN_SERIOUS: I’ve been thinking about this stuff all day, you know.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Have you really?

FINN_SERIOUS: Yeah, I even tried telling Kat this morning.

FINN_SERIOUS: Said I thought you were being played.

FINN_SAD: She was thrown by the whole thing, too. Not sure if she believed me though.

FINN_SERIOUS: Nicolas is pretty good at wrapping people around his finger.

FINN_SERIOUS: Johnny is pretty good at wrapping people around his finger.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: The boy’s a full on drama magnet!

FINN_FLIRTY: I know that’s been your job for a lot of this summer.

FINN_HAPPY: But I’ve always seen the real you.

PLAYER_IDLE: The real me?

Finn looks across the garden at the firepit.

FINN_SERIOUS: Yeah, and I sure hope the vote goes your way.

FINN_SAD: Not sure what I’d do if you got dumped.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Would you miss me?

FINN_SAD: I really would. The villa just wouldn’t be the same without you.

FINN_SERIOUS: But then again, I’ve got no idea who would be the least popular girl either.

PLAYER_SAD: I guess it’s a tough decision at this point.

FINN_ANGRY: I hope Nicolas gets the least votes from the public.

FINN_ANGRY: If I was on the outside, I’d vote for anyone over him.

FINN_ANGRY: I hope Johnny gets the least votes from the public.

FINN_ANGRY: If I was on the outside, I’d vote for anyone over him.

FINN_SERIOUS: Hopefully the public can see him for the worm that he really is.

FINN_SAD: Then again, I’m no angel either. Maybe my time’s up.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Do you think you might be at risk?

FINN_SAD: Anything’s possible, I suppose.

FINN_HAPPY: Even if I go, I hope that by calling out Nicolas, I may have helped you somehow.

FINN_HAPPY: Even if I go, I hope that by calling out Johnny, I may have helped you somehow.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Here’s hoping.

Finn looks at you with a sincere tender expression.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: {0}, you really are amazing.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You think so?

FINN_EMBARRASSED: Yes! You’ll make someone very happy someday.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I really hope that person treats you like an angel. You deserve nothing less.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you, Finn.

Finn fiddles with his long hair for a moment.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I don’t really know how to say this, {0}...

FINN_EMBARRASSED: So I’m just gonna come out and say it.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: We’re great mates, I know that.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: But my heart tells me that we could be more than that.

FINN_FLIRTY: And you decided to marry me too.

FINN_HAPPY: Which got me thinking.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: But what about Kat?

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I don’t really know about that either.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I mean, there’s obviously something there, too.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: But with you, it feels different. Somehow deeper.

FINN_HAPPY: The other day you said you had feelings for me.

FINN_FLIRTY: And I've not been able to get that out my head ever since.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh really?

FINN_FLIRTY: Yes really!

FINN_SAD: I know the other day you said you didn't have feelings for me.

FINN_IDLE: But a lot has changed since then already.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: You've been on quite a rollercoaster.

FINN_IDLE: I guess I wanted to check if you were still feeling the same.

FINN_IDLE: I know the other day you weren't sure how you felt about me.

FINN_IDLE: So I wanted to check in again.

FINN_SERIOUS: A lot has changed since then. You've been on quite a rollercoaster.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I feel like I could become something bigger with you than I ever could with Kat.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: If you wanted it to, I mean.

FINN_SERIOUS: What do you think, {0}?

FINN_IDLE: Should I stick with Kat, or focus on you?

Stick with Kat

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think that you should stay with Kat. If you’ve got a good thing, why waste it?

FINN_SAD: Maybe you’re right. It’s about time I committed to something.

FINN_SAD: I can’t spend my entire life flip-flopping from one person to the next.

Focus on me

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think that you should focus all your attention on me, Finn.

FINN_FLIRTY: Really? Okay, well that’s a game changer, alright!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It sure is.

FINN_SERIOUS: And here was me thinking the drama had peaked during the challenge.

I’m not sure

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know, Finn. I’m not sure either.

FINN_SAD: Well, I’m glad I told you anyway. Feels good to put it out there.

FINN_IDLE: Ball’s in your court now.

No thanks, Finn

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No need for us to chat, Finn.

FINN_SAD: Are you sure about that?

FINN_SAD: I really need to say some things that I only want you to hear.

FINN_FLIRTY: Things that might mean a lot to you.

FINN_SERIOUS: And you deserve to know the truth about all this.

FINN_IDLE: We’re in the final straight in the villa

FINN_SERIOUS: Hearing me out might change how you play it.

FINN_FLIRTY: So, do you want to chat about these things?

*Ok, let’s talk

PLAYER_IDLE: So, Finn. What do you want to get off your chest?

FINN_IDLE: Where to start?

FINN_SAD: I suppose I should tell you that I didn’t really plan any of that.

FINN_SAD: I mean, I wanted to say it all, I just didn’t mean it to be a big show or anything.

FINN_SAD: It might have looked like I was being cruel to Kat.

FINN_SAD: But that’s the last thing I wanted to do.

FINN_SERIOUS: I just had to get everyone back on your side, at least that was the idea.

FINN_SERIOUS: Nicolas’ smirking face was winding me right up, and after pieing him, well…

FINN_SERIOUS: Johnny’s smirking face was winding me right up, and after pieing him, well…

FINN_SAD: I guess my emotions just ran away with me.

FINN_SAD: The marriage thing kind of came out without me thinking.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

FINN_IDLE: Yeah, that was completely spontaneous.

FINN_SAD: Maybe I revealed more than I should have, I don’t know.

FINN_IDLE: All I know is that you don’t deserve to be played by a guy like Nicolas.

FINN_ANGRY: I can see right through his games.

FINN_IDLE: All I know is that you don’t deserve to be played by a guy like Johnny.

FINN_ANGRY: I can see right through his games.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m glad you could!

Finn takes a breath and calms himself down.

FINN_IDLE: I guess part of me thought I was being the hero, that I was saving the day.

FINN_SAD: But maybe I’ve just made things worse.

FINN_SERIOUS: What do you think, {0}?

I think you did the right thing

PLAYER_IDLE: You did what needed to be done, Finn. I’m glad you’ve got my back.

FINN_HAPPY: Thanks for saying that, {0}. It means a lot.

FINN_IDLE: We haven’t got much time left in this villa.

FINN_IDLE: I don’t want to waste it under any dark clouds.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah, time to bask in a bit of sunshine.

You shouldn’t have said anything

PLAYER_SAD: I would have preferred you not to have said what you did.

FINN_SAD: I’m sorry you feel that way, {0}. I meant well.

FINN_SAD: I hope this doesn’t ruin anything between us.

I’m as confused as you

PLAYER_SERIOUS: To be honest, I think my head is in as much of a mess as yours.

FINN_SAD: Yeah, it’s a lot to process. I understand that.

FINN_IDLE: I never thought that I’d be in a position where my head is this scrambled.

FINN_SERIOUS: I’ve been thinking about this stuff all day, you know.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Have you really?

FINN_SERIOUS: Yeah, I even tried telling Kat this morning.

FINN_SERIOUS: Said I thought you were being played.

FINN_SAD: She was thrown by the whole thing, too. Not sure if she believed me though.

FINN_SERIOUS: Nicolas is pretty good at wrapping people around his finger.

FINN_SERIOUS: Johnny is pretty good at wrapping people around his finger.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: The boy’s a full on drama magnet!

FINN_FLIRTY: I know that’s been your job for a lot of this summer.

FINN_HAPPY: But I’ve always seen the real you.

PLAYER_IDLE: The real me?

Finn looks across the garden at the firepit.

FINN_SERIOUS: Yeah, and I sure hope the vote goes your way.

FINN_SAD: Not sure what I’d do if you got dumped.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Would you miss me?

FINN_SAD: I really would. The villa just wouldn’t be the same without you.

FINN_SERIOUS: But then again, I’ve got no idea who would be the least popular girl either.

PLAYER_SAD: I guess it’s a tough decision at this point.

FINN_ANGRY: I hope Nicolas gets the least votes from the public.

FINN_ANGRY: If I was on the outside, I’d vote for anyone over him.

FINN_ANGRY: I hope Johnny gets the least votes from the public.

FINN_ANGRY: If I was on the outside, I’d vote for anyone over him.

FINN_SERIOUS: Hopefully the public can see him for the worm that he really is.

FINN_SAD: Then again, I’m no angel either. Maybe my time’s up.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Do you think you might be at risk?

FINN_SAD: Anything’s possible, I suppose.

FINN_HAPPY: Even if I go, I hope that by calling out Nicolas, I may have helped you somehow.

FINN_HAPPY: Even if I go, I hope that by calling out Johnny, I may have helped you somehow.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Here’s hoping.

Finn looks at you with a sincere tender expression.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: {0}, you really are amazing.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You think so?

FINN_EMBARRASSED: Yes! You’ll make someone very happy someday.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I really hope that person treats you like an angel. You deserve nothing less.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you, Finn.

Finn fiddles with his long hair for a moment.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I don’t really know how to say this, {0}...

FINN_EMBARRASSED: So I’m just gonna come out and say it.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: We’re great mates, I know that.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: But my heart tells me that we could be more than that.

FINN_FLIRTY: And you decided to marry me too.

FINN_HAPPY: Which got me thinking.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: But what about Kat?

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I don’t really know about that either.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I mean, there’s obviously something there, too.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: But with you, it feels different. Somehow deeper.

FINN_HAPPY: The other day you said you had feelings for me.

FINN_FLIRTY: And I've not been able to get that out my head ever since.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh really?

FINN_FLIRTY: Yes really!

FINN_SAD: I know the other day you said you didn't have feelings for me.

FINN_IDLE: But a lot has changed since then already.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: You've been on quite a rollercoaster.

FINN_IDLE: I guess I wanted to check if you were still feeling the same.

FINN_IDLE: I know the other day you weren't sure how you felt about me.

FINN_IDLE: So I wanted to check in again.

FINN_SERIOUS: A lot has changed since then. You've been on quite a rollercoaster.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: I feel like I could become something bigger with you than I ever could with Kat.

FINN_EMBARRASSED: If you wanted it to, I mean.

FINN_SERIOUS: What do you think, {0}?

FINN_IDLE: Should I stick with Kat, or focus on you?

Stick with Kat

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think that you should stay with Kat. If you’ve got a good thing, why waste it?

FINN_SAD: Maybe you’re right. It’s about time I committed to something.

FINN_SAD: I can’t spend my entire life flip-flopping from one person to the next.

Focus on me

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think that you should focus all your attention on me, Finn.

FINN_FLIRTY: Really? Okay, well that’s a game changer, alright!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It sure is.

FINN_SERIOUS: And here was me thinking the drama had peaked during the challenge.

I’m not sure

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know, Finn. I’m not sure either.

FINN_SAD: Well, I’m glad I told you anyway. Feels good to put it out there.

FINN_IDLE: Ball’s in your court now.

Not interested

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t want to chat right now, Finn.

FINN_SAD: Ok, no worries, {0}.

FINN_IDLE: Well, I’ll leave you to it then.

The sound of clicking heels approaches. Kat appears between you and Finn.

KAT_SERIOUS: Hey, {0}. We need to talk.

KAT_ANGRY: Finn, why don’t you go and lift some weights.

KAT_ANGRY: Getting some blood to your brain might help you come up with an apology.

FINN_SAD: Okay, Kat. I know when I’m not wanted.

FINN_SAD: Speak soon, {0}.

KAT_SERIOUS: Come with me.

You follow Kat over to the poolside. Once the two of you are alone, her bravado seems to disappear a little.

KAT_SAD: What am I going to do, {0}?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: About what?

KAT_SAD: About everything!

Kat paces back and forth.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: The dumping?

KAT_SAD: Yes! The dumping. The future. Me and Finn. You!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Me? What about me?

KAT_SERIOUS: Have you already forgotten that my partner just offered to marry you?!

KAT_SAD: You must have the memory of an elephant, {0}!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Don’t they have great memories?

KAT_EMBARRASSED: Dunno, never met one.

KAT_SERIOUS: Anyway, the marriage!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It was part of a challenge though.

KAT_SERIOUS: We’ve been here too long to hide behind the challenge excuse.

KAT_SAD: Everything we do means something at this point, challenge or no challenge.

KAT_SAD: What is going on with that man? I swear he never thinks before he speaks.

KAT_SERIOUS: How hard would it be to ask for a bit of class now and then?

KAT_SERIOUS: To check and see how his words might hurt someone?

PLAYER_SAD: Are you saying you feel hurt, Kat?

Kat stops pacing and looks at you.

KAT_SAD: Well, yeah.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh, so you want a deep one?

KAT_SAD: Obviously, yeah.

KAT_EMBARRASSED: I’m falling for Finn, {0}, like proper falling.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Okay…

KAT_EMBARRASSED: I felt so, so stupid when he said he’d marry you instead of me.

KAT_EMBARRASSED: It made me jealous. It hurt me. It made me feel…

KAT_SAD: Invisible.

KAT_SAD: It was like, Here we go, another guy having his fun and then binning me off!

KAT_SAD: I’m worried that it’s the same old story happening again.

KAT_SAD: But what’s upsetting me most is the thought of never having anything more.

KAT_SAD: I’m scared that this is the closest I’m ever gonna get to real love.

KAT_SAD: What do you think I should do, {0}?

Kat’s eyes tear up as she looks at you for answers.

KAT_SAD: Should I give up on Finn?

Yeah, find somebody better

PLAYER_SAD: I think you should move on from Finn. You can do so much better than him.

KAT_SAD: You really think that? I don’t really have any better options though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe there’ll be some late arrivals to come in and sweep you off your feet?

KAT_SAD: I suppose that’s possible. It’s gonna be hard to build a proper relationship though.

No, stick with him

PLAYER_IDLE: You shouldn’t give up on Finn just yet. He’s a mess, but he cares about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He was just sticking up for me as a friend.

PLAYER_IDLE: The marriage thing was just his way of getting you all to believe my side of the story.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think he really meant anything else by it.

KAT_SAD: I don’t know, I can’t work him out.

Finn prefers me

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Finn is more interested in me than he is you.

KAT_ANGRY: Are you actually for real!?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: He said so himself.

KAT_ANGRY: That boy is a hot mess. He doesn’t have a clue what he wants!

PLAYER_IDLE: Me and him are good friends, and I think he might want something more with me.

PLAYER_IDLE: He’s definitely giving me that vibe.

KAT_SAD: Maybe he’s playing you too?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m just saying that considering you’re having all these issues with him…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Why not just move on, and leave him for somebody else?

Kat wipes her eyes and composes herself.

KAT_SERIOUS: Anyway, the dumping could make this whole chat meaningless.

KAT_SAD: If Finn isn’t fully into me, I dread to think what the public makes of me.

KAT_SAD: So, maybe, I’ll be going home anyway. Back to the Basildon playboys!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

Kat suddenly looks serious again.

KAT_SERIOUS: Actually, no, not really. I refuse. I’m worth more than that.

KAT_SERIOUS: And I’m gonna try to make it work with Finn! There’s obviously something there.

KAT_SERIOUS: Something that I think is worth taking a gamble on.

KAT_SERIOUS: Even if you think I can do better than him, I’m not willing to give up just yet.

KAT_SERIOUS: Like you said, I shouldn’t give up on him.

KAT_SERIOUS: And even if you have turned his head, I guess I’ll just have to turn it back to me.

You can hear the sounds of conversation from somewhere within the villa.

KAT_SERIOUS: No doubt talking about the dumping.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Most likely, yeah.

KAT_SERIOUS: Everybody is probably thinking the same thing, but not saying it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What do you mean?

KAT_EMBARRASSED: Everyone must have an opinion on who they think is gonna be dumped.

KAT_SERIOUS: But nobody is gonna say it out loud.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You’re probably right about that.

KAT_SERIOUS: I know I’m right about that. I’m probably right about something else, too.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What else?

KAT_SERIOUS: I’m right about who is gonna be dumped.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really? Who?

KAT_SERIOUS: Suresh and Gabi.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You think?

KAT_SERIOUS: Neither of them is showing much interest in their supposed partner.

KAT_SERIOUS: Too busy flirting with each other. Don’t think that will help them in a public vote.

KAT_FLIRTY: Plus you and Gabi might have some chemistry too.

You hear somebody approaching.

KAT_IDLE: Speak of the devil.

SURESH_IDLE: Hey, ladies. I need to borrow {0} for a moment.

KAT_FLIRTY: Sure thing, Suresh. Don’t forget you’ve got the dumping to get to.

Kat winks at you.

SURESH_IDLE: Let’s sit.

You and Suresh each sit down on a beanbag.

SURESH_IDLE: Big night, {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yep.

SURESH_IDLE: A double dumping, two of us are going home.

SURESH_SAD: I sure hope you don’t get voted out.

SURESH_IDLE: You’ve been here since day one and you deserve to make it to the end of this.

SURESH_IDLE: Do you think you’ll be voted out, {0}?

Yeah, I think I might be

PLAYER_SAD: I could be. And after all this drama with Nicolas, maybe I should pack my suitcase?

PLAYER_SAD: I could be. And after all this drama with Johnny, maybe I should pack my suitcase?

SURESH_IDLE: Now, he could definitely be the least popular boy in the villa.

SURESH_IDLE: But I don’t think it’s likely that you are the least popular girl.

SURESH_IDLE: I mean, you’re an OG, you’re usually the centre of everything.

SURESH_HAPPY: And you’re kinda amazing.

Not a chance

PLAYER_FLIRTY: No way. Me being voted the least popular girl? That’s just not possible.

SURESH_HAPPY: Got some confidence there, {0}.

SURESH_SERIOUS: But we can’t predict a vote like this. Anything could happen.

SURESH_IDLE: But I suspect you might be right.

I’m not sure

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I wouldn’t like to say. It’s completely out of our hands.

SURESH_SAD: Yeah, good point.

SURESH_SERIOUS: And we can’t really predict a vote like this. Anything could happen.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, is that all this chat’s about then, Suresh, the dumping?

SURESH_IDLE: Not exactly.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: There’s also a few things that I want to say, in case one of us goes home.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Which one of us? Me or you?

SURESH_SAD: Do you think I could be going home then, {0}?

Yeah, pack your bags

PLAYER_ANGRY: Absolutely. You might as well start getting your stuff together.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’ll be on a plane soon.

SURESH_SAD: No mincing your words there, {0}.

SURESH_SAD: You could be right though. I can see the public voting me out. Maybe it’s my time.

SURESH_SAD: I’ll admit that I might have rubbed some people the wrong way.

SURESH_IDLE: But, if it happens, I’ll accept it and move on. Whatever will be will be.

No, you’re staying

PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t see that happening. I think you’ll be sticking around.

SURESH_SURPRISED: Really?

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve just got a feeling your time isn’t done yet.

SURESH_SAD: I’m kinda feeling the opposite, although we’re close to the finish line now.

I have no idea

PLAYER_IDLE: I haven’t got a clue. I guess you’ve as much chance as any of us.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: But one of you has got to be the least popular boy.

SURESH_SAD: I wouldn’t feel too good about being less popular than Nicolas.

SURESH_SAD: I wouldn’t feel too good about being less popular than Johnny.

SURESH_SERIOUS: Although perhaps it is my time.

Suresh pulls his beanbag slightly closer to yours.

SURESH_IDLE: I need to say sorry.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: For what?

SURESH_IDLE: For how things went down before Casa Amor.

SURESH_IDLE: Giving you that ultimatum and putting unnecessary pressure on you.

SURESH_SAD: I look back now and I already regret how I approached all of this.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

SURESH_SAD: Yes. I had planned for this whole summer to be one big romantic gesture.

SURESH_IDLE: A way to show you how much I’ve changed.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: But I guess sometimes when you feel like you’ve changed.

SURESH_SAD: You’re only halfway there.

Suresh smiles.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: I need to tell you something about Lulu.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What about her?

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: I only came back from Casa with her to secure my place in the villa.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why would you do that?

SURESH_IDLE: I figured it was my best shot at giving myself some more time.

SURESH_SAD: More time to win you over.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So you used Lulu?

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: I didn’t mean it like that.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Eddie told me about your game plan before he left.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: Why doesn't that surprise me?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What about Lulu then?

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: I figured she could come to the villa and find love with somebody else.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You should probably tell her this, Suresh.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Although, I think she might've felt similar about you.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: Well, that was pretty obvious in the challenge.

SURESH_SAD: I will talk to her about this.

SURESH_SERIOUS: But I need to tell you everything first though.

Suresh pauses for a moment.

SURESH_IDLE: So, I was back in the villa, and glad to be around you again.

SURESH_SAD: But things had changed and you seemed happy with Nicolas.

SURESH_SAD: But things had changed and you seemed happy with Johnny.

SURESH_IDLE: I figured I’d missed my chance. So, I stepped back to give you both a shot.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: But even that went wrong. And I should’ve backed you sooner.

SURESH_SAD: So, yeah, I’ve been a bit of a mess and I’m feeling pretty guilty right now.

SURESH_IDLE: And that’s not even mentioning Gabi’s arrival.

SURESH_SAD: I’ll admit that I thought her arriving was a sign. To fully move on from you.

SURESH_SAD: But I’m starting to think that me and Gabi wouldn’t make it very far either.

SURESH_SAD: I feel like I’ve brought nothing but hassle to the villa.

SURESH_SAD: And I’m starting to think that it’s probably for the best that I get voted off.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: At least it would give everyone else a break from all my drama.

SURESH_SERIOUS: But I hope you stay until the end.

SURESH_HAPPY: That is, if you want to.

Suresh stands up.

SURESH_IDLE: Thanks for hearing me out, {0}.

SURESH_FLIRTY: And, no matter what happens, I’d love for you to be a part of my life still.

Suresh begins to walk away…

But after a few steps, he turns back to you.

SURESH_IDLE: After everything, do you think you can forgive me, {0}?

Yes. I forgive you

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure, I forgive you. There’s not much point clinging onto bad feelings any longer.

SURESH_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. That’s so good to hear.

SURESH_HAPPY: It’s so good to finally put a full stop on things.

No way! I’ll never forgive you

PLAYER_ANGRY: Suresh, you are never going to get my forgiveness.

PLAYER_ANGRY: And I don’t ever want our lives to be connected again. We end here.

SURESH_SAD: Okay, {0}. You can’t be any clearer than that.

I don’t know yet

PLAYER_SAD: I still don’t know if I can forgive you, Suresh.

SURESH_SAD: I understand. Still a ways to go. But, maybe we’ll get there.

You hear a shuffle of feet nearby. You turn to see Dana and Gabi.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Dana? Gabi? Were you listening to our chat?

Dana and Gabi both hurry away.

Follow Dana

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Dana, wait, we need to talk!

You chase after Dana.

Follow Gabi

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Gabi, wait, we need to talk!

You chase after Gabi.

Follow neither

You let them both go. After a while you decide to get ready for tonight.

You follow Dana up to the terrace. The two of you sit down beside each other.

DANA_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0}. I didn’t mean to snoop on you and Suresh.

DANA_SAD: I was looking for Gabi, and I found her listening in on you, so I just kinda joined in.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You just joined in?

DANA_SAD: It sounds worse than it is. I just needed to know what she was so interested in.

DANA_SAD: She’s more interested in you and Suresh than she is in me.

DANA_SAD: You even said so yourself in the challenge!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, seemed clear to me.

DANA_SAD: Think it was clear to everyone.

DANA_SAD: It’s like I’m being pushed aside for somebody else. And I feel stupid.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Why do you feel stupid?

DANA_SAD: Because I was starting to open up to her.

DANA_SAD: I believed maybe it could work with us.

DANA_IDLE: I was holding back a little after our chat before the recoupling.

DANA_HAPPY: You know that felt like a game changer.

DANA_HAPPY: It brought back some feelings for sure.

Dana smiles at you.

DANA_EMBARRASSED: Obviously it was awkward getting to know Gabi during Casa.

DANA_SAD: But something felt right with us.

DANA_EMBARRASSED: But, I don’t know. Now, it just feels off.

DANA_SAD: I know you said Gabi's got a spark with Suresh.

DANA_IDLE: But how do you think she feels about me?

DANA_SERIOUS: Do you think Gabi is into me?

Yeah, she’s into you, Dana

PLAYER_IDLE: No need to worry, Dana. I think Gabi has still got her eye on you.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: She’s probably just got a few things to resolve with Suresh.

DANA_SAD: Yeah, maybe. They have got a past after all.

No, she’s into Suresh

PLAYER_SAD: I think you’re right. She’s got her eye on Suresh.

DANA_SURPRISED: You think? That would explain a lot.

DANA_SAD: I guess what they shared in the past isn’t finished yet.

I’d say Gabi is into me

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think Gabi is into Suresh.

DANA_HAPPY: Phew.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But I do think she’s got her eye on me.

DANA_SURPRISED: What?!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Me and Gabi have got some chemistry.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: At this point I think she’d pick me over you.

DANA_SURPRISED: Wow.

DANA_EMBARRASSED: I know you two had that chat before the recoupling.

DANA_SAD: I wasn't sure there were feelings there though.

DANA_IDLE: I guess you did chose to snog her. Looked like there was chemistry.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think so, yes.

DANA_SERIOUS: Well, maybe I should give up on Gabi completely.

DANA_FLIRTY: Like you said, me and you might still grow into something more.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We just might.

DANA_FLIRTY: I don’t want to waste time with Gabi when I could be sharing it with you.

DANA_SAD: Anyway, this whole chat could seem like a waste of time if I get dumped later.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yeah, that’s true.

DANA_SAD: Do you think I’ll be getting dumped?

Yes, you’re going home

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think there’s a good chance that you could be voted out, Dana.

DANA_SAD: Really? Thanks for the support, {0}!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: One of the girls has got to go. It might as well be you.

DANA_SAD: Harsh, {0}, harsh.

No, you’re staying

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re not going anywhere, Dana. You’ll be here for the final.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe hand in hand with me?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Strolling out of the villa together as winners.

DANA_HAPPY: I sure hope so. That would be a nice way to end the summer.

I don’t have a clue

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m really not sure if you’ll get dumped.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Everyone is in the same position.

DANA_SERIOUS: But you, Gabi, Kat, Meera and Lulu are all so awesome.

DANA_SAD: I’m starting to think I don’t stand a chance in a popularity contest.

Dana fiddles with her outfit for a moment, lost is thought.

DANA_FLIRTY: Well, if I am heading home tonight, I might as well dress up for it.

DANA_HAPPY: Let’s go make ourselves suitably gorgeous. Make the public doubt their decision.

You and Dana head to the dressing room.

You follow Gabi up to the terrace. The two of you sit down beside each other.

GABI_HAPPY: I can’t believe you caught us, {0}.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So you two were up to something?

GABI_IDLE: I wouldn’t say we were up to anything.

GABI_FLIRTY: I just couldn’t help but listen in on you guys.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why? What were you hoping to hear?

GABI_FLIRTY: I don’t know exactly. Maybe something about who’s really into who.

GABI_IDLE: Find out what’s going on between you and Suresh.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Why do you want to know about me and Suresh?

Gabi thinks for a moment.

GABI_FLIRTY: Because I’m still keeping my options open.

PLAYER_IDLE: How many options do you need?

GABI_FLIRTY: This is Love Island, I’ll take as many as I can.

PLAYER_IDLE: Is Suresh your main option? Seems you two have been getting close lately.

GABI_FLIRTY: You’ve noticed? I’m a flirt, I see no point in hiding it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Dana has noticed, too.

GABI_SAD: Yeah, about that. Dana is cool and all.

GABI_SAD: But I’m starting to wonder if our connection isn’t as strong as we thought.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

GABI_SERIOUS: It’s early days, and I’ve got a lot to figure out.

GABI_IDLE: But I should have a chat with her soon.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: About you and Suresh?

GABI_FLIRTY: I wasn’t just snooping on Suresh you know.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh no?

GABI_FLIRTY: Let's just say that I'm open to exploring things with you too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That could be interesting.

GABI_SERIOUS: Besides, after hearing all that I’m not sure where I stand with Suresh.

GABI_SAD: The mixed messages I’ve been getting are an utter head scramble.

GABI_IDLE: I came in here with a bit of plan, and now I’m kinda winging it.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What sort of a plan?

GABI_SERIOUS: To set the record straight about Suresh. Clear things up.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, you didn’t come here to win him back then?

GABI_IDLE: That wasn’t my plan coming in here no.

GABI_EMBARRASSED: But I can’t deny being around him again has brought back some feelings.

GABI_IDLE: But things change, I guess. And everything’s complicated here.

GABI_FLIRTY: You can’t predict what’s gonna happen in here.

GABI_HAPPY: And who you’re gonna fall for.

GABI_HAPPY: Let's just say meeting you changed things for me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How?

GABI_FLIRTY: In the most exciting way.

GABI_FLIRTY: I didn't expect to find a spark with you. But I feel one.

GABI_HAPPY: And getting to know you more before the recoupling was great.

GABI_FLIRTY: I could tell it was going to be an interesting chat as soon as you interrupted me and Dana.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, it seemed like a good time to get to know you better.

GABI_HAPPY: Our chat last night with Lulu was interesting too.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It certainly was!

Gabi smiles at you flirtily.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

GABI_FLIRTY: What if I was? Do you reckon something could happen?

Me and you, why not?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sure, I think something could happen between us.

GABI_FLIRTY: Might as well leave the door open. Who knows what might develop?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Stranger things have happened.

GABI_FLIRTY: I think we’d be a hot couple for sure.

GABI_FLIRTY: And would be sure to cause some drama.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, it really would.

GABI_HAPPY: The look on Suresh’s face would be priceless too!

Gabi laughs.

Nope, too much baggage

PLAYER_SAD: No. I’m not into you like that Gabi.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: And our past with Suresh would make the whole thing feel weird to me.

GABI_EMBARRASSED: I suppose you’ve got a point there. Maybe it would be weird.

GABI_FLIRTY: Or weirdly hot!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No! It’d just be weird.

I’m not sure

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought.

GABI_FLIRTY: I’ve considered the idea. I can’t say you aren’t fit as.

GABI_IDLE: The whole thing might just be a little, you know, intertwined.

Gabi leans over the terrace balcony. She looks down at the flames of the firepit.

GABI_IDLE: Seems like only yesterday when I made my grand entrance.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You brought in more heat than those flames!

GABI_FLIRTY: I did indeed.

GABI_IDLE: Time sure does move fast in this place though.

GABI_IDLE: The days are disappearing.

PLAYER_SAD: Yeah, not much time left.

GABI_IDLE: Even less for two of us.

PLAYER_SAD: Which two though?

Gabi looks back at you.

GABI_SERIOUS: Do you think I could be getting dumped later?

Yes, you’re going home

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, you could definitely be going home, Gabi.

GABI_SURPRISED: You really think that? No way am I the least popular girl in the villa.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think you might be.

No, you’re staying

PLAYER_HAPPY: There’s no way you’re packing your bags yet, Gabi.

GABI_HAPPY: I’ll agree with you on that, {0}.

GABI_HAPPY: There’s no way I’m the least popular girl in the villa.

I don’t have a clue

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not sure to be honest.

GABI_FLIRTY: Well, I’m gonna be optimistic and say that I’m staying.

GABI_HAPPY: No way am I the least popular girl in the villa.

GABI_IDLE: I might not have been here as long as some of you, but I’ve made a mark.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Who do you think is going home then?

GABI_FLIRTY: I can't call which boy's going home. Could be any of them.

GABI_SAD: From the girls though, I think it could be you, {0}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really, why?

GABI_SAD: It's been a dramatic few days for you, hasn't it?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: My whole villa time has been dramatic.

GABI_FLIRTY: I’d miss the fireworks for sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just my fireworks?

GABI_FLIRTY: Maybe a few other things about you, too.

GABI_EMBARRASSED: I do wonder where it’d leave me and Suresh if you weren’t in the picture.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Interesting…

GABI_FLIRTY: Anyway, in the unlikely event of me being dumped…

GABI_HAPPY: I’ll still want to look my best.

GABI_HAPPY: The only night bigger than your entrance is your exit.

GABI_HAPPY: Let’s go and make the public question their decisions.

You and Gabi head to the dressing room.

You and Dana enter the dressing room.

You and Gabi enter the dressing room.

You and enter the dressing room.

The other girls are getting ready for the big night ahead.

KAT_SAD: I can’t believe I’m so nervous.

LULU_HAPPY: Don’t worry, Kat. I’m sure you’ll be fine.

MEERA_IDLE: Yeah, you’re not going home just yet, Kat.

DANA_HAPPY: You’ve got plenty more time to stir up drama.

LULU_FLIRTY: No time for that right now though, {0} needs to get glammed up.

LULU_HAPPY: Check this out, {0}!

LULU_HAPPY: This will look stunning. Whether you are strutting out or standing proud!

GABI_HAPPY: Yeah, that’s a knockout for sure!

DANA_HAPPY: You’ll look amazing, no matter what the results are.

*TRYOUTFIT* I’m defo wearing this!

LULU_FLIRTY: You’re gonna look absolutely fire out there, {0}.

GABI_HAPPY: I can’t think of anything more appropriate!

I’m going for something else

GABI_IDLE: Don’t forget, this could be your final night!

LULU_HAPPY: Yeah, the firepit requires something extra hot!

GABI_SAD: You don’t want to regret playing it safe when this could be your last night, do you?

*TRYOUTFIT* Now I have to wear that outfit!

I’m happy with what I’m wearing

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think you might be right, girls.

LULU_FLIRTY: You’re gonna look absolutely fire out there, {0}.

GABI_HAPPY: I can’t think of anything more appropriate!

PLAYER_HAPPY: This outfit is more me!

LULU_FLIRTY: Yeah, you look great in that too!

DANA_HAPPY: You really do! Almost as hot as the firepit!

PLAYER_IDLE: Thanks for the suggestions, but I’m good in this.

LULU_IDLE: Fair enough. You do you, {0}.

GABI_FLIRTY: No time to waste. Let’s get out there.

KAT_FLIRTY: Let’s do this!

LULU_FLIRTY: Remember, we’re all in this together.

DANA_IDLE: Never forget that, girls!

Kat, Lulu, Dana and Gabi head out to the firepit.

Before you can follow, you notice Meera looking slightly apprehensive.

MEERA_EMBARRASSED: Hate to admit it, but you look good, {0}.

Dig Meera out

PLAYER_ANGRY: You should say your goodbyes to everyone, Meera.

PLAYER_ANGRY: For the second time.

MEERA_ANGRY: Not a chance, {0}! It’s your time to go.

MEERA_EMBARRASSED: And I won’t be missing your drama.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: No, because I’ll be staying.

Thank Meera

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Meera. Appreciate that.

MEERA_SERIOUS: See you down there, {0}.

You take one final look in the mirror, composing yourself for what’s about to happen.

You step out of the dressing room and suddenly freeze.

You’ve walked into a private convo between Alfie and Meera.

You hang back so as not to be noticed.

ALFIE_SAD: I hate to see anybody leave, Meera.

MEERA_IDLE: Somebody has to.

ALFIE_SAD: I know, it’s a real shame though.

MEERA_SERIOUS: You didn’t seem this upset when I left last time.

ALFIE_SERIOUS: I was. It’s just that we all know each other so much better now.

ALFIE_SAD: We are a closer group and it’s gonna hurt that bit more this time.

ALFIE_SAD: Especially because two of us are going home.

MEERA_SAD: Imagine if the two people dumped are me and you!

ALFIE_HAPPY: That wouldn’t be too bad, we’d get to leave together at least!

MEERA_IDLE: Yeah, I suppose.

MEERA_SAD: There is something else though.

ALFIE_SAD: What is it, Meera?

MEERA_SAD: You know how when one partner is dumped...

MEERA_SAD: And then the other partner stays in the villa?

ALFIE_SERIOUS: Yeah?

MEERA_SAD: Well, I don’t want that.

MEERA_SAD: If you get dumped tonight, Alfie...

MEERA_HAPPY: I’m walking straight out the villa with you.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Why are you looking at me like that, Alfie?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Like what? I’m just looking at you like normal.

There’s an awkward silence in the room.

MEERA_SERIOUS: I need to ask you something, Alfie.

ALFIE_IDLE: Sure, anything, Meera.

MEERA_SERIOUS: If I get dumped will you walk out with me?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Meera, I…

Suddenly, your phone pings.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Er, I got a text!

MEERA_ANGRY: {0}?

ALFIE_SURPRISED: What are you doing over there?

MEERA_ANGRY: Have you been spying on us?

Yes, and I heard everything

PLAYER_SERIOUS: The bedroom doesn’t belong to you, Meera.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m free to walk in and out whenever I want. If I hear things, I hear things.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Looking a bit snakey right now, {0}. Don’t you agree, Alfie?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: I guess.

No, I just walked in

PLAYER_IDLE: No, I was just walking through and didn’t want to interrupt your convo.

MEERA_ANGRY: Well, you’ve just made things more awkward than they needed to be.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Hasn’t she, Alfie?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: I guess.

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: So, err, what’s the text say, {0}?

You read out the text.

LITEXT: Islanders, please make your way to the firepit. {0}RingOfFire {1}BurntBridges

ALFIE_SAD: Looks like we’ve all got somewhere to be.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Lead the way, {0}.

Everyone is on the edge of their seat, nervously gathered around the firepit in silence.

A phone pings. It’s yours.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Here we go then!

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Here we go then!

You read the text out to your fellow Islanders.

LITEXT: Islanders, the public have been voting for their favourite girl and their favourite boy.

LITEXT: Those with the fewest votes will be dumped from the Island tonight. {0}VotesAreIn {1}TwoAreOut

Another phone pings.

FINN_SERIOUS: That’s me.

KAT_SAD: Good luck, babe!

Finn reads out his text.

LITEXT: Finn, you will not be getting dumped from the Island tonight!

KAT_HAPPY: Yes!

Another phone pings.

ALFIE_SURPRISED: That’s me.

MEERA_FLIRTY: You’ll be fine, babe.

Alfie reads out the text.

LITEXT: Alfie, you will not be getting dumped from the Island tonight!

MEERA_HAPPY: Told you.

NICOLAS_SERIOUS: Looks like it’s between me and Suresh.

SURESH_SAD: May the best man win.

JOHNNY_SERIOUS: Looks like it’s between me and Suresh.

SURESH_SAD: May the best man win.

Another phone pings.

KAT_SURPRISED: That’s mine.

FINN_FLIRTY: You’ll be staying too, babe.

Kat reads out the text.

LITEXT: Kat, you will not be getting dumped from the Island tonight!

KAT_HAPPY: Woop woop!

FINN_HAPPY: Nice one!

Another phone pings.

LULU_SAD: Here we go, my turn.

Lulu reads the text.

LITEXT: Lulu, you will not be getting dumped from the Island tonight!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well done, Lulu.

LULU_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}.

Another phone pings.

GABI_FLIRTY: I’m feeling positive about this.

Gabi reads the text.

LITEXT: Gabi, you will not be getting dumped from the Island tonight!

GABI_HAPPY: I didn’t think I would be!

GABI_HAPPY: Guess you called that one wrong, {0}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I guess I did.

GABI_HAPPY: Guess you called that one right too, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess I did.

Another phone pings. It’s yours this time.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Looks like it’s me next.

SURESH_SAD: Read it out, {0}.

You read out the text.

LITEXT: {0}, you will not be getting dumped from the Island tonight!

ALFIE_HAPPY: Congrats, {0}.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Yeah, well done.

DANA_SAD: That just leaves me and Meera then.

MEERA_SAD: Good luck, Dana.

DANA_SAD: You too, Meera.

There’s another phone ping. It’s yours again.

GABI_FLIRTY: You’re popular tonight, aren’t you {0}?

GABI_FLIRTY: As per.

SURESH_SERIOUS: What’s the text say?

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Yeah, {0}. I can’t wait any longer!

You read the text out.

LITEXT: Suresh and Nicolas you are both at risk of being dumped from the Island tonight…

SURESH_FLIRTY: Let’s do this!

NICOLAS_SERIOUS: Good luck, bro!

LITEXT: The boy being dumped from the Island tonight is…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: …Nicolas!

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Woo! That’s me done then!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re happy about it?

NICOLAS_HAPPY: Excited! For whatever’s next for me.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: Wow, I didn’t expect that.

Nicolas claps his hands slowly together.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: I’d like to thank the public for putting up with me for this long.

NICOLAS_HAPPY: And well done, Suresh. You deserve the spot.

SURESH_HAPPY: Cheers, pal.

Suresh smiles at you.

Dana turns to you and speaks quietly.

DANA_IDLE: How do you feel about Nicolas being dumped?

I’m glad he’s leaving

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s great news. The villa will be a better place without Nicolas.

PLAYER_ANGRY: After what he put me through, he deserves to go more than anyone.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodbye to bad rubbish!

I wish Suresh was leaving

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I kind of wish Suresh was going instead of Nicolas.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: At least Nicolas was kinda fun sometimes.

DANA_SERIOUS: ‘Sometimes fun’ isn’t enough though.

I don’t care at all

PLAYER_IDLE: I really don’t care. Nicolas means nothing to me.

DANA_HAPPY: Tell it like it is, {0}.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Yeah, {0}. I can’t wait any longer!

You read the text out.

LITEXT: Suresh and Johnny you are both at risk of being dumped from the Island tonight…

SURESH_FLIRTY: Let’s do this!

JOHNNY_SERIOUS: Good luck, bro!

LITEXT: The boy being dumped from the Island tonight is…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: …Johnny!

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Woo! That’s me done then!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re happy about it?

JOHNNY_HAPPY: Excited! For whatever’s next for me.

SURESH_EMBARRASSED: Wow, I didn’t expect that.

Johnny claps his hands slowly together.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: I’d like to thank the public for putting up with me for this long.

JOHNNY_HAPPY: And well done, Suresh. You deserve the spot.

SURESH_HAPPY: Cheers, pal.

Suresh smiles at you.

Dana turns and speaks to you quietly.

DANA_IDLE: How do you feel about Johnny being dumped?

I’m glad he’s leaving

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s great news. The villa will be a better place without Johnny.

PLAYER_ANGRY: After what he put me through, he deserves to go more than anyone.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodbye to bad rubbish!

I wish Suresh was leaving

PLAYER_SAD: I kind of wish Suresh was going instead of Johnny.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: At least Johnny was kinda fun sometimes.

DANA_SERIOUS: ‘Sometimes fun’ isn’t enough though.

I don’t care at all

PLAYER_IDLE: I really don’t care. Johnny means nothing to me.

DANA_HAPPY: Tell it like it is, {0}.

Your phone pings one final time.

DANA_SAD: This is it, Meera, it’s me or you.

MEERA_SAD: Good luck, Dana. No hard feelings.

You read out the text.

LITEXT: Dana and Meera you are both at risk of being dumped from the Island tonight…

DANA_SAD: Cross your fingers, Meera.

MEERA_SERIOUS: Don’t keep us waiting, {0}.

LITEXT: The girl being dumped from the Island tonight is…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: …Meera!

Dana gasps loudly. Meera’s face falls.

MEERA_SAD: But… I don’t want to go...

ALFIE_SAD: I’m so sorry, Meera.

LULU_SAD: I wish this didn’t have to happen.

GABI_SAD: We’ll miss you, Meera.

KAT_SAD: This is making my face ache.

FINN_SAD: Yeah, this is rough.

DANA_SURPRISED: Meera dumped too! What do you think of that, {0}?

I’m happy Meera’s leaving

PLAYER_ANGRY: I’m delighted that Meera’s going home.

DANA_SURPRISED: Don’t sugar coat it, {0}.

PLAYER_ANGRY: She’s not exactly been my biggest fan recently.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I said it before and I’ll say it again, good riddance!

I don’t want Meera to leave

PLAYER_SAD: I really wish Meera didn’t have to leave. I’ll miss her.

PLAYER_SAD: Although she’s not exactly been my biggest fan recently.

DANA_SAD: She just sees you as a threat to Alfie. Whether you’re into him or not.

DANA_SAD: She’s a great girl at heart though.

I don’t really care

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not really bothered that she’s going. I can take it or leave it.

DANA_IDLE: You can seem a little heartless sometimes, {0}.

Meera turns to Alfie.

MEERA_SERIOUS: So, Alfie. Should we go and pack our bags?

ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Err…

Alfie looks at you.

MEERA_ANGRY: Alfie?!

Alfie locks eyes with you.

NARRATOR: That’s a tough spot for Alfie to find himself in. It’s tougher than the spot I found myself in when I answered my phone during a silent retreat. Let’s just say I made a noisy exit… I landed with a crash after they threw me out! But will Alfie silently retreat with Meera, or will he make a big noise in the villa? Find out next time on Love Island.

[sighhsighhsighh]

I miss him.

I miss him in a way I've never known him or could know him.

We have shared alot of moments, alot of drunk moments with good conversations.

Ones we don't remember too.

It's over. I know that. It finally feels over.

Maybe it's for the best, for the both of us. We discussed it, drunk and sober.

He fucks me good though. Definitely going to miss that.

And his room.

God, I love his room.

It's an escape from everything and anything.

It sucks I have to pretend I don't know things about him.

I've wiped his tears. I've done weird shit with him. We've had conversations alot of people wouldn't have.

But at the same time I have so many unanswered questions.

Was I the only girl he opened up to like this knowing what our situation was?

Were there others like me?

I know he mentioned that I'm more than just a booty call and that I did mean more than that. But I don't know for sure. I guess I won't. I don't think I'll ever ask. Maybe I might.

If we did have other people in our life, would we work. I know we spoke about this that day at Th's house but he did say he's too fucked and he wouldn't want to give me hope cause we are both at very different stages of our lives. I understand that. It's just nice to think.

What would we have been like?

I know he told me that I would have to stop all my bullshit of hoeing around and be serious. But weird I could see that happen. Cause i wouldn't need to. Idk.

I felt safe with him. The age played a big part. His first time being with someone much younger. Someone my age.

I liked our conversations. Our music.

I've met his family. I didn't realise till today.

I vibed with his brother's best friend. How strange.

So many many years older, wiser, experienced.

I loved it. As much as I felt out of place. It was like I was supposed to be there.

He loved how I looked that night. He must have told me more than three times how good I looked.

It felt nice to be seen with him.

But he is too complicated, he isn't but he is. And SO AM I.

He is complicated and almost figured out. I'm complicated and just finding out.

In an alternate universe, maybe. But on planet earth, no.

I would love to know if he thinks of me, I have a feeling he doesn't. I think I know him a little by now.

I need to stop. Stop thinking, picturing, envisioning, saying and speaking. It's a bit too much.

But it was good. I don't regret it. I really don't. I did it for me. And it was so good. I don't think anyone would ever understand but God, it was so good.

I still remember my heart beating when I got into that car.

I kept a distance cause I was so unsure but sure at the same time.

No idea what to expect but damn did I not expect this. Any of it.

He said I fit his vibe. What that means I guess I'll never know. But I'm glad I did.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 42 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

On the weekend I wake up from a horrible nightmare, so shaken I take over an hour to recover, downing my pills when I realize I've been forgetting to take them.

My hands are trembling so much that I drop the mug of tea I made and it shatters all over the floor.

I nearly break down right there but instead I hold in my tears, willing myself to stop being a fucking crybaby over the most minor inconveniences

.As I'm cleaning up the mess Lylah texts me, asking if her and Wren could come over today.

I look around at what a mess the place has become but then I sigh.

Maybe some social interaction will do me good.

I text her back saying sure.When Wren and Lylah come over Lylah envelopes me in a big hug.

"How's my hoe doing?" She squeals, squeezing me tight and lifting me up so my feet leave the ground.

I let out a soft huff of amusement as she sets me back down, giving them both a faint smile.

"I'm okay."

They exchange looks with each other, obviously not believing me.

"Well, I brought some cookies for us to bake. Why don't we pop them in the oven and have ourselves a fun little movie day?"

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, shaking the cookie kit box in her hands.

"That sounds great."

We pause the movie once the cookies are done, taking a break to have a snack.

As I bite into the warm chocolate cookie, I nearly start to cry, remembering the times Daemon would cook for me or get me snacks.

He made the best snacks...

"Do you still have that shirt of mine you borrowed?" Lylah asks from over by the staircase.

"Oh yeah, it's in my room," I say, instantly regretting as I watch Lylah bound up the stairs.

"W-wait. I can get it for you."

I run after her, clambering up the stairs to find her standing at the door of my room, eyes wide.

"Girl...this is..." she says and Wren comes up behind us, all of us looking in.

My bed is covered with every single item of Daemon's I could find. His jacket, his clothes. His belt. Even his deodorant bottle.

Do I cry myself to sleep in that pile of him every night?

Yes I do.

My face burns with embarrassment and I push past Lylah, sitting on the bed in defeat.

I must look pathetic to them.

They notice the sad expression on my face and Wren comes over, sitting beside me.

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about. Lots of omegas make nests when they miss their alphas. It's completely normal," he reassures me, rubbing a hand up and down my arm.

"Hmph," Lylah crosses her arms, looking angry. "But that bastard doesn't deserve a nest, does he?"

"Lylah." Wren gives her a stern look but she waves dismissively at him.

"All I'm saying, Ash, is that you need to let him go. Because he ain't shit. You can find another alpha in no time. It's not like you have to be with your mate. There are other guys..."

"Lylah," I interrupt her,

"I don't want other guys. I never will."

"You don't have to rule the possibility out."

"Don't you think he needs time to heal, first?" Wren tells her.

"What better way to heal than... burning his stuff?"

She picks up Daemon's leather jacket, carelessly swishing it around.

"I have a lighter with me."

"No," I shout before I can stop myself, leaping up and snatching his jacket away from her.

"Can you just stop?"

My head is hot with anger, my blood boiling at the thought of anyone touching or taking his stuff away from me.

Lylah has gone quiet, her face frozen in shock.

I don't think I've ever yelled at her like that before.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ash. I don't know what she was thinking," Wren stands up and grabs the redheads arm, pulling her from the room before the situation can get worse.

I sigh, collapsing back down on the bed as I shove my face into his jacket.

Well that attempt at a normal hangout was a major fail.

*********

A few days later, I'm standing at the door of Daemon's apartment.

While I'm not willing to give up any of his stuff yet, some of mine is still at his apartment.

So I'm here to pick it up.

I guess it's really over.

Jay offered to drive me, which was really generous of him.

He says he'll wait in the car while I do it, which I'm thankful for.

I would like some privacy, since there's no doubt I'll get emotional being back in the place we made love for the first time.

I still have the key he gave me, so I use it to go in.

I hold my breath as I walk inside.

It looks just how it always looked. Messy.

Obviously a man's living space.

His little wood-carved figurines and jewelry-making chest.

His giant shoes by the door.

My heart aches.

God, I miss him. I miss him so much.

I pick up random belongings of mine around the apartment, finally going into the bedroom, which I knew would be the hardest.

I find my underwear tangled up in his bedsheets, which would make me laugh in different circumstances.

But it just makes me hurt as I remember how attentive he was in bed, always asking if he could remove my clothes before promptly fucking me to high heaven.

Everything we had was so... so good.

Not perfect but what I wanted nonetheless.I sit on his bed, throwing some of my clothes into a bag when I see something that makes me stop.

It's a little picture by the side of his bed, clumsily propped up by some books.

A printout of the picture I took of my drawing and sent to him back before we were together.

The ridiculous drawing I made of me and him as wolves in the forest.

My throat tightens with the threat of tears as I pick it up, clutching it in my hands.

I turn it over and see there's something written on the back...

'Artist - My Shortcake.'

I can't stop the wrenching sob that comes from my chest, holding the picture to my heart.

Because this is sweetest thing he could've possibly done and the fact that he even printed it out is absolutely adorable.

"I don't get you, Daemon," I choke out.

"You do things like this and then you leave me. I don't get it.," I cry, collapsing on his bed.

The scent of him is overwhelming now, which only worsens my hysteria.

I spend a few minutes just lying there, curled up holding the picture and sniffling.

"I m-miss you," I whisper into the empty room.

"I wish you'd come back."

There's no answer.

Eventually I get up again, remembering that Jay is waiting outside.

I set the now crumpled picture back on his nightstand, then stand up with a labored sigh.

I think I've collected all of my things by now.

I'm walking back to the door when something catches my eye peaking out from under the couch.

A little plastic bag of leaves.

I kneel down in curiosity, picking it up.

Is this weed?

I know Daemon smoked sometimes... but why would he hide it under the couch?

I turn it over in my hands, spotting an address written in sharpie written on the other side of the bag.

It reads 4589 Louis Ave.

I don't think much of it but I stuff it in my pocket.

If it is weed, maybe I can smoke it.

It's not like Daemon will be needing it now that he's abandoned me and left for his mission.

And I could use something to numb the pain.

Because I've tried the alcohol in Lucien's liquor cabinet in an attempt to make myself feel better but it tasted disgusting.

So maybe this is a better option.

[sweeteawrites]

A Child, An Angel

Rosemary is lounging on the sofa in the study on the second floor, Maybelle wrapped up in her arms, asleep. Every now and then, she places a hand on her dampened head, checking for her temperature.

"It's a bit silly," Rosemary informs Percival, who's sitting on the ledge of the window overseeing the snow filled yard. It's a good size, surrounding the estates, a few barren trees and bushes sticking out of the covering. The clouds are filling the sky, casting the sun's blessing into a bright silver hue.

"What is?"

"Getting feverish over some snow."

"Not really. It's a drastically different climate to what we've all grown up in, our bodies are adjusting. Was Lord Aurther not ill when he moved to Vindborne?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I didn't meet him the moment he got there, if we was, he didn't mention it."

"I'm sure he was. It'll blow over soon enough, either way. It's not a virus."

"I suppose you're right. I hate seeing her like this, all clammy and dead to the world," Rosemary croons, brushing hair out of her little sister's face.

Percival locks his gaze upon Maybelle, her looking so small and so tired and pale, sweat sticking brunette strands to her forehead.

"She should be alright. She'll probably get better first, given how much she's resting."

"I hope you're correct, it's not right for her to not be dancing around the halls with flowers in her hair." Rosemary smiles, but it falters as she reflects on a fond memory. "Oh, I suppose she hasn't done that in years."

"Surely not, only a child would." Percival doesn't turn to look at Rosemary as she speaks, rather returning to the still landscape beyond the window pane.

"I think it'd be nice to live childishly for as long as possible."

Percival shrugs, the shape of his shoulders outlined by the grey light seeping in from the frosted glass.

"Perhaps, however impossible. We all must grow up. Maybelle is strong, she'll be up to dance with you by next sunrise."

Rosemary nods.

"What do you think of this place, Lord Percival?"

He spares her a glance, contemplating how he should respond. The silver light outside versus the shadowed interior giving him an almost angelic look. Having had the thought, Rosemary breifly wonders if that analogy is fitting.

"It's odd, but it's not so different. The snow burns like a hoe left in the high petals' sun. Though, it is odd- desiring for heat. At home we yearn for the ice. Both scorch just the same. It's a wonder that we need to adjust."

Rosemary chuckles, perhaps not as dignified as it should have been.

"That was close to poetic."

Percival drops his gaze, transferring it to the bookshelf that doubles as a wall, where it sits behind the cream sofa that the sisters rest upon.

Rosemary sniffels, which is followed by an echoning sneeze.

"Why- why are you left more unaffected compared to us? I have yet to hear you even cough."

He lets his head rest against the wall behind him.

"I suppose it hasn't caught me, just yet. I'm sure it will."

Rosemary watches him, his face obviously paler than it should be. (Not only because the reflection off the snow.) His sunken eyes close. Once she can be sure that he's fallen into his eerily silent sleep, she slides Maybelle off of her lap. Gently, as a mother would her five year old, she adjusts him to lie on the rug that matches the sofa that sits upon it. She drapes a maroon blanket across his still form and she watches him endearingly.

It hurts her heart to have heard him speak so lowly of childishness. Curled up in the warm blanket, as he subconsciously leans into her hovering touch...well, he's not much more than a child, himself. Why is this boy wearing the garments of a man?

She tries to sooth out the stress and worry lines from his forehead, attempts to unknot his tensed muscles.

She tucks him in a little tighter, hoping that he feels a little warmer.

[hustleinformer]

When Anna Sagan moved home from Chicago to Fayetteville in Arkansas, she must have thought that her life was over. She had just lost her job as a marketing consultant, was in the middle of the Covid 19 pandemic like everyone else, and was uncertain about her future. Sagan didn't know that this would be the beginning of a new journey of discovery, happiness, and fulfillment. The 33-year-old from Los Angeles had just lost her job in 2020, sacked in the middle of the pandemic when everyone was struggling to stay afloat. With the confusion and uncertainty in the world, Sagan was almost sure that she would not get another job. Her only option at the time was to move back to her parent's home and wait for things to settle down. Anna Sagan on Her Big Discovery While spending time with her parents and contemplating her life, Sagan discovered her late grandpa's woodwork tools in the garage. She saw this as an opportunity to stay busy and so something meaningful. Sagan started using the tools to fix things around her parent's hoe. Before she knew it, she was fixing old furniture and making wine racks for her friends and family. The more Anna Sagan worked on small projects at home, the more she realized that woodwork was something she enjoyed and made her happy. She grew a career out of her pastime hobby and never looked back. She says that she is driven to do better by the comments she gets from her friends and clients. Whenever someone shows admiration for Sagan's work, she knows she is doing something worthwhile and is driven to do more for herself and her clients. Sagan hopes that her work will encourage and inspire people. She says that she has learned healing and life lessons from the woodwork that she hopes to inscribe in her work. For her, creating art pieces with wood is more than a career. It is a way of helping people see the unusual in the usual places. How Has The Journey Been? The woodwork journey has been filled with lessons, frustrations, and gratitude for Sagan. When she started, Sagan was n pro at what she did. She did not have any formal training to become a woodwork expert, but she had watched her grandfather at work. For her, that was a starting point. She started small and moved on to making things for sale. Sagan has made it her business to learn from every experience in her life to become a better professional. However, it has not always been about beautiful lessons. Some of them come with frustration from other people in the industry. See, woodwork is a male-dominated industry, and Sagan is a woman trying to cut through it. She has been ridiculed by men who think she is not good enough. A man asked Anna Sagan if she was the cleaning lady at one company because he could not imagine her as a woodworker. In another company, she lost her job because she distracted her colleagues. She was not fired for not knowing her job or even dressing indecently. She was fired because her femininity distracted the men in the company. However, Sagan is not giving up on her career because people think she is not good enough. She says that the biggest lesson she has learned is following her passion and doing what makes her happy. People would expect Sagan to be more female-oriented, but only she understands the gratification and fulfillment woodwork gives her. Sagan hopes to build her woodworking business in Los Angeles in the future. She is currently struggling to find a way to do it full-time. Sagan does not have access to a physical shop, and she had to sell all her old tools and equipment to make a move to LA. She hopes to figure out a way to be profitable in the near future. However, even though all the odds seem to be against Sagan, she is optimistic that she will grow a profitable woodworking business. Anna Sagan's Productivity and Tools Hacks Sagan says she is an early bird and doesn't mind waking up early to start a project. She says that over the months she has been in the industry, she's gotten good reviews for her work and believes that she will do better with time.

When asked about her most indispensable tools, Sagan says it's a good Sander. Here's how she puts it, "A good sander. Sanding is my least favorite thing to do. it can be time-consuming and mundane, so having a good sander (and one that doesn't blast sawdust all over the place) is really a game-changer." Any Words for Upcoming Woodworkers? Sagan's final words to people starting in the field are, "Don't doubt your ability. We are all capable of doing things we feel are impossible." If you'd like to connect with Anna Sagan, you can contact her on her website, blog, TikTok, YouTube, and Instagram accounts.  Read more at: https://hustleinformer.com/anna-sagan-finding-passion/?feed_id=66&_unique_id=647e3684eb7a4

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)