#gfs drabble project

[notiddygothgf]

drabble: dante sparda x latina!reader prompt: hey guys! i wanted to write something short to make up for the delay on pretty (i promise, i ain't forget about y'all, i just got sick lol) hot take. i feel like dante would be one of those white boys who will ride for their latina gfs. idk, like he'd be into that crazy feisty toxica shit yfm? (im projecting) cw: cliche hispanic reader bc i fear i am the stereotype, toxica gf, dante is so in love with her lmfaooo, smutty content, reader is hispanic but anyone can/is welcome to read!! muah!

dante is a man of many talents. he can slay devils, he can dance like no one’s watching, and he can eat pussy like a starving dog. in fact, there is nothing that he thinks he can’t handle (with a little practice, of course). he loves a challenge, and you’re certainly no exception.

so, when he (literally) came crashing into your life one day, sent flying in through your living room window after a demon blew up right in his face, it was game over for him. strong women were his fucking weakness, and there you were, only half as tall as him, donning a bonnet and a fuzzy robe with some pink slippers, and... was that a pan in your hand?

before he could even think twice, you were swinging on him, bringing the cookware up into the air and smacking him straight across the face with it -- hard enough to make his head jolt to the side. if he weren't half demon, that probably would have been enough to knock him out. he was, though, so the pan took more damage than he probably did.

still, it hurt like a bitch.

"fucking ow," he hissed, rubbing his head where it had made contact with your pan.

surprised but not the slightest bit unmotivated, you tossed the bent weapon to the side and decided to use your whole body weight (which wasn't much) to shove him towards the door, shouting phrases at him in a language he didn't understand the whole time. he didn't even have a chance to explain himself before he was standing in the hallway outside of your apartment with the door slammed in his face.

confused was an understatement.

dante felt bad, honest. so, when he came back a week later (even though he definitely shouldn't have), he made sure to bring an olive branch (a metaphorical one. it was actually a bouquet of flowers). he made sure to tidy up his appearance before he knocked at your door.

you answered, much to his surprise, though you didn't look too happy to see him. (he couldn't imagine why you would have been).

truthfully, he didn't really know why he felt the need to come back. hell, he didn't even know if you spoke the same language at all, let alone enough for him to convey his apology.

still, he wanted to try.

"I wanted to say that I'm-- uh..." he trailed off, suddenly a whole lot less confident now that you were actually standing here. this time, you were wearing a pretty nightgown, one made of red satin, and it made his brain short circuit. when his eyes fell on your lips, your lashes, he realized something.

he was fucking nervous.

"I'm sorry about the window," He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "I wasn't really sure if you spoke english 'cause you were yelling at me in spanish-- least, I think it was spanish-- god, I'm really screwing this up."

you looked at him expectantly, brow quirked, hand on your hip.

"for you. i'm sorry. i want to make it up to you." he cleared his throat, holding the bouquet out to you. "por... uh... tu."

you turned up your nose. "I speak english, dumbass."

you had the prettiest fucking accent, a twang to the words. he'd never heard someone speak the way you did, and he was entranced. snatching the flowers from his hands, you eyed them up precariously, like they might contain a bomb.

"flowers ain't enough to make up for the window you busted through," you added. "dickhead."

"i know, i know," he sighed. then, feeling bold (for some reason), he decided to push his luck. "maybe i can... make it up to you over dinner sometime?"

"tu 'ta loco," you huffed out a humorless laugh, leaning on the door with your hip. "you think i'm gonna go to dinner with you?"

dante glanced behind you. you'd fixed the window already.

"lucky guess?" he tried.

you bit back, "not a chance."

then, you were moving to shut the door on him -- again, only this time, he came prepared. throwing his arm out, he stopped it just in time, reaching for your arm.

"wait," he sighed.

you glanced back at him, but you didn't turn around. she's mad at me again.

he didn't know why he cared, but that was besides the point. he wanted to make things right (you were smoking hot).

so, he added, "i'll make it worth your while, promise. pretty thing like you deserves a meal."

he didn't know what was more shocking, the fact that he'd actually been ballsy enough to say it, or the fact that you actually thought about it, mulling the idea over in your head while you worried your lower lip.

you looked him up and down -- slowly. then, once you decided you were pleased by what you saw, you jerked your head up at him, "I get off work at six tomorrow. swing by at seven and i'll think about it."

then, you closed the door, and he was punching the air, victorious.

he was there at seven that night, then the night after that, and before he knew it, the two of you were going six months strong. the longest he'd ever been with a girl, honestly, but when you'd threatened to kill him if he cheated on you, he figured he liked it too much to even think about leaving.

he was head over heels -- fucking crazy about you. he loved everything about you. your shows, your music, the way you'd wake up extra early on sunday and blast music while you cleaned the apartment. he even loved your cooking, fuck, american food just didn't compare. half a year in, and he'd already met your entire family (including all of your cousins and your great-abuela, who'd insisted upon him kissing her on the cheek).

he was smitten.

you cared for him. deeply. more deeply than he'd ever thought anyone would. he loved it. even when you'd go so far as to blow his phone up with missed calls when he was late to call you -- even if he was in the middle of a mission, he'd make it a point to answer.

no, he knew better than to leave his princess waiting.

"what's up, babe?" he would ask into the receiver, firing off a few rounds at a demon and hoping they hit their target. "i'm kinda busy right now."

"kinda busy? i been waitin' for that ass to call me for three fuckin' hours and you're kinda busy?" you hissed back, the words rushed and quick, "maldito estúpido. llevo esperando toda la noche-- te voy a matar, entiendes?"

**translation: fucking stupid. i've been waiting all night. i'm going to kill you, do you understand me?

god, you sounded so fucking sexy.

"i'm in the middle--" he fired off another shot, narrowly avoiding an airborne object. this time, it hit its target. "i'm kinda fighting for my life right now."

"espera a que llegas a casa-- vas a tener que pelear conmigo! que loco!"

(loose) translation: just you wait until you get home, you're gonna fight me next. how crazy.

he didn't have a fucking clue what you were saying, but he sure as hell loved it when you spoke spanish to him.

"mmm, sounds great, baby," he hummed back. "you talkin' dirty to me?"

"something like that," you huffed back. "you better be home in ten minutes."

hell, he even loved fighting with you. he fuckin' loved your attitude. it would get him all hot and bothered when you'd raise your pretty voice at him, yelling at him for tracking blood on the floor or coming back late.

in fact, he'd be grinning ear to ear while you tore him to shreds. when you reached for your slipper and raised it at him, he didn't bother ducking. no, he knew you loved him.

again, positively smitten.

"hijo de puta!"

it wasn't until you raised your hand to (lightly) hit his chest that he snapped out of his (blah blah blah, place name proper name, backstory stuff) reverie, and caught you by the wrist.

"I have no idea what that means," he commented, eyes dropping down to yours, tongue licking over his lips. hell -- looking at you like this, flushed and fire-eyed, he couldn’t even remember why you two had been fighting in the first place. "but it sounds hot. i'm in."

"means son of a bitch, asshole," you rolled your eyes. "you fail spanish class or what?"

"must've missed that unit, loca" he grinned back. "now, c'mere."

call him corny, but it got you smiling, and that's what mattered.

you barely had time to gasp before he was lifting you up off the ground, like you weighed nothing.

“put me down, you fucking asshole!” you started, smacking at his shoulders, squirming in his arms, but it didn't do much to stop him from kissing you.

hard.

it shut you up immediately -- your fingers dug into him, your legs tightening around his hips without thinking. you melted into him before you could even fucking stop yourself.

"puñeta," you muttered against his lips.

as dante carried you toward the bedroom, still breathing against your mouth between kisses, he murmured low in your ear:

“I know how we can resolve this.”

and you didn’t argue. no, you let him lay you down on that beautiful queen sized bed of yours and get down on his knees, kissing down your chest, your stomach, and inching down south.

see, that was another thing dante loved about you. your taste.

he could eat you for hours (and he planned on it). licking up and down your core, getting his face all wet with your sweet juices. he would die for the pussy, without a doubt.

"papí" you'd call him. papito, if you wanted something. he fucking loved it. it made him feel like the man.

shit, he was addicted to it. he would eat for his pleasure, fingers digging into your hips, wiggling his head side to side, letting you tangle your hands in his hair and steer his head whichever way you pleased. he was your bitch, after all.

and, who knows, after he'd finish making you cum all over his face and his fingers, he might just try and fuck that attitude out of you -- just the way you liked. the way that would have you clawing at the sheets, at his back, screaming muffled words of praise into the pillow, making a mess on the sheets.

but, then again, he knew it would be back the next day.

that's what he loved most about you, after all.

a/n: yk i had to spoil my girls. #sorrynotsorry lmfao!!! i hope yall liked it! pretty part 2 coming soon (i swear this time!) xxx

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[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 1

I’ve seen everyone doing these drabbles/aus and I wanted to join! 🤠

content warning: It gets suggestive towards the end so MINORS BEWARE.

word count: 719 (kind of proofread, I got excited)

Daydreaming about GymRat!Miguel x PlusSize!Reader / Chubby!Reader and the dynamic of big tall bf x shorter chubby gf 🚻

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GymRat!Miguel who started off as an awkward, lanky, nerdy teen using the gym to blow off steam. His mom felt that he wasn’t a great influence to his brother, his father wasn’t his real father, and his step-brother was an asshole.

GymRat!Miguel who’s nearly triple his weight by the time he starts college, body full of muscle. His mom has calmed down despite him previously eating her out of a house and a home. His biological dad agreed to help with any leftover college expenses and his step-dad helps him move on campus. He’s tearful when he hugs Gabriel goodbye, promising to call and play their weekly games.

GymRat!Miguel who stays loyal to his nerdy roots and aims for a Science degree with a minor in Robotics for fun. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his classes, body taking up the ends of lab tables. Even though he prefers to sit in the front of classes, he opts to sit in the back so that everyone can see. He’s constantly using office hours and lingering after class so that he can make sure that his notes are correct.

GymRat!Miguel who first meets you in one of his bio labs and is immediately enamored by you. Your clothes hug your curves, you smell sweet, and something on you always matches. Your shoes and your backpack, your skirt and your jacket, your accessories and your nails.

GymRat!Miguel who ends up being in your group for a project and watches in awe as you take the lead, helping everyone decide which parts to complete. You go out of your way to make the powerpoint colorful and creative. You’re ecstatic when he turns in his parts extra early as everyone else has gone a-wall.

GymRat!Miguel who calms you down when the deadline is near and the rest of the group still hasn’t done their part. You two meet late in the library to finish everything. He thinks you’re adorable despite how stressed and tired you are. He makes the last minute decision to delete the other two group member’s names off of the title slide, taking the initiative to email the teacher before hand.

GymRat!Miguel who walks into the lab building on presentation day 50 minutes early and sees you being cornered by the other group members eyes full of confusion. He quickly walks over asking if there was a problem. Seeing him looming over them, the two decide give up, and scramble together a last minute presentation.

GymRat!Miguel who explains everything, telling you not to worry about the others and just focus on you all’s presentation. You two have great presentation, chemistry blooming as you bounce off each other. You both get an easy A and you hug Miguel out of an excitement before the next lab starts.

GymRat!Miguel who imprints the feeling of your body against his in his memory. Your smell, how soft you were, how small you felt in his arms, how tight you squeezed him.

GymRat!Miguel whose dreams of you have him tossing and turning in his twin sized bed that was far too little for him. He scares his poor roommate to death when his body hits the floor with a big boom. The dream of you under him shattering as he collides with the ground. He groans and apologizes to his roommate, pain in his side and his groin.

GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower, too aroused to go back to sleep. He bites his fist trying to quiet his moans, not wanting to wake his roommate for a second time. He replays images of you in his mind, pulling at his length until he shutters against the tile walls.

GymRat!Miguel whose heart drops when he checks his phone after his shower. You followed him on Instagram three hours ago. He checks your page and sees that you're private, but your profile picture is a lot. It's an angle from above you, your cleavage on display.

GymRat!Miguel who stands in the bathroom ogling at the photo like an idiot. He clicks the follow back button, watching as it shifts to pending, and stares down at his body again. He sighs and turns the shower back on, banking on his roommate sleeping through everything once again.

You had no idea the effect you had on him.

dividers by @y-onb ��

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[angellic4l]

in between the lines - d.m

in which; gf!reader and derek have a quiet morning in

content; fluffy drabble!! non bau! reader (shocker ik), they’re so in love, affectionate teasing, that’s literally it!

a/n; drabbles are so not me but i feel like this was good where it was. i hope you’re all well!! kisses!!

wc; 0.7k

Sunlight softly cascading through the skylights in your bedroom awakens you, eyelashes fluttering softly against the pillow - once, twice, thrice - and then your eyes are all the way open. Instantly, you find out that there’s an empty space in the bed next to you when your hand meets the plump mattress rather than rigid muscle. What you had expected to find was your boyfriend laying next to you, preferably with an arm draped over your waist, yet there was nothing - no one - there.

Confused and still slightly disoriented, you sit up in bed with one hand still resting in the empty space next to you while the other wipes the sleep dust from your eyes. As the fog starts to lift from around your brain, providing the clarity needed to think, you recall today is his day off and it only makes the confusion worse. Being called in to work was always a possibility, but he tends to wake you up every time to say goodbye.

It’s only when the smell of coffee and cinammon sneaks its way through the doorway and into your nose that everything clicks; Derek’s not gone, he’s simply just making breakfast. At this new revelation, a soft grin makes its way onto your face as you stretch in bed before swinging your legs around the side of it. Your boyfriend isn’t away, he’s here with you, and that’s more than enough to get you up.

When you enter the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon only grows stronger - you figure if this was a cartoon, you’d be following the scent’s trail with a dreamy look on your face. A soft sizzling sound reaches your ears and on the counter next to the stove top are all of the ingredients for french toast.

Wrapping your arms around Derek’s mid-section, you speak, voiced laced with the rasp that only comes with early mornings, “What a mighty good man.” The Salt-N-Pepa reference earns a hearty chuckle from said mighty good man as he takes your arms away from his torso and turns to face you instead. Arms snake around your waist and soft lips find your forehead, planting a small kiss there while simultaneously smelling your hair.

“Freak,” you tease, grinning wholeheartedly.

“Oh, that’s the thanks I get, huh?”

“Mhm, you left me all alone in bed.”

“To make you breakfast, dumbass.”

“Oh, and now you’re insulting me? Worst boyfriend ever.”

He wants to kiss you to prove you wrong or follow that up with an equally teasing remark, but he’s also hyper aware of the french toast in the skillet, and you both know it. Your knowing is represented with a smug smirk while his is demonstrated through the shake of his head before he turns around and resumes cooking.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Once breakfast has been made, the two of you sit on the couch in your living room, eating together in a calming silence. Songbirds can be heard ever so faintly through one of the open windows, almost a natural soundtrack - you like to think it’s for the pair of you. Especially on days like these. He has a day off and sure, you could go out on a date or head to the gym together, or renovate the new project he’s working on. Utilise the time rather than ‘waste’ it, but it’s the slow days you enjoy the most.

Since meeting Derek, your whole perception of love has changed. Rather than a big romantic gesture, or some amazing expensive date at an upscale restaurant, you’ve started to believe that true love lies in between the lines.

The simple silence that never asks nor wants to be filled by chatter. Legs intertwined with his on the couch. Breakfast that isn’t hurried with the burden of his work lingering in the background. Knowing you’ll both probably go and lay in bed for longer after this. Fleeting touches that somehow still manage to give you butterflies every time.

The soft noise of a fork clashing lightly against a plate draws you back from your reverie, head turning towards your boyfriend who’s just placed both of your dishes on the coffee table.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmur while leaning into his side, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Mhm,” kiss, “anything for you, princess.”

“I love you,” kiss, “So much, baby.”

“I love you, too, gorgeous.”

[ryescapades-archived]

₊˚⊹☁ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝟏𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 ☁₊˚⊹

to celebrate having 1000+ of you here, and my birthday which is also around the end of december (1k + cakes = 1kakes haha get it). thank you so much !! this is my little attempt at repaying you guys.

much love, rye.

𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐱 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 || 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬!

╰┈➤ [ 🍰 SLICE ONE ; speak up ! ] ༊*·˚

send me a character + sfw/nsfw (choose either!) + one dialogue from the list here OR one of your own! i will write you a drabble/short fic based on your dialogue, and 1k is the word limit.

╰┈➤ [ 🍰 SLICE TWO ; scarf down ! ] ༊*·˚

send a character + theme / colour OR one of your selfships + some trivia (don't have to be lots. just one or two are good enough!) i’ll make a moodboard based on the vibes of your request.

e.g. “bf!isagi” , "y/n x f/o + golden retriever bf x cat gf" or in any form that could help me with what you want. samples: x – x

╰┈➤ [ 🍰 SPECIAL SLICE ! ] ༊*·˚

in honor of joining the secret santa events hosted for the members of @/pixelcafe-network, and another one for HoW!

[ rules ]

you can order for slice one, slice two, or both !

mutuals, followers, non followers, all are welcomed!

exception for slice two: any character is acceptable!

some may contain nsfw so please mdni with those.

no angst because this is a happy occasion (hurt/comfort is okay).

fandoms i’m accepting: kn8, bllk, wbk, tougen anki, haikyuu, genshin impact, jjk, mha

[ notes ]

this was supposed to be held in november but life got in the way of things (and i still have some old requests marinating in my inbox lol i'll try to work on those in between i prommy TT) so i had to postpone it.

i'm hosting this event while still in the middle of my midterm season btw so it'll be a gradual process. plus finals are less than 2 months away so highly likely it will be a long term project. no rushing me please !! if you are fine with that, feel free to request away.

@17020

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Hiii!!! I love your work very much. You are so gifted! Love your brain. I was wondering if i could request something if that's okay? Projecting very much here but could you write a small drabble about simon and/or könig with a gf that has a flat chest? Could be nsfw in the sense of them trying to make her feel beautiful. Honestly do whatever you like with it. If you're not feeling this idea or can't come up with anything that's okay. Just ignore me. Sending hugs xx

Of course darling! Thank you for the hugs!

Content Warnings - Reader with chest insecurities, afab reader, mirror sex, praising, body worship, creampie PiV sex

"Do you like my chest?" You ask, seemingly randomly, Simon.

Simon looks up from his perpetual scrolling on his phone, "Of course love. Is something wrong?" He sets down his phone and tea before walking over to you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace.

"You don't wish it was bigger?" You mumble out the ask, insecurities creeping up your throat to cover your mind.

"What?" Simon spins you around so he can look at your face, a serious expression and brown eyes that speak of murder to whoever made you feel like this. "No. I love you." He searches your eyes for something, "Who put that idea into your head?"

"No one." Simon doesn't look convinced so you add on, sheepishly admitting, "It's just my dumb brain."

"You're not dumb. You have a beautiful chest and if you keep up with this nonsense I'll just have to show you how beautiful you are." Simon nearly growls out those last words, his grip on your tightening just a little.

You're clawing at his wrist, cheeks squished together as he forces you to focus on the mirror in front of you. His legs have yours pulled apart and he has one arm wrapped around his waist as he bucks up into you. Sweat shines on both of your bodies and you can see all of it. Once satisfied that you're looking again, he paws at your chest. Tweaking the hardened and sensitive nipples. "Fuckin' love every part o'you." He mutters, pressing kisses into your neck.

"S-Si-" You gasp and whine but try and keep your focus on the mirror. On watching the way he worships your body now and seeing the marks he left from an earlier worshipping session.

"That's right." He coos, soothing your sore nipples with his thumb.

"I'm close! I'm so close don't stop please." You babble, hardly a thought in your head besides how good you looked like this. How good it felt to be worshipped. Simon heds your command, the only thing changing was his arm around your waist dipping to rub your puffy clit.

"C'mon." Simon whispers, "Be my beautiful girl and cum all over me."

He keeps whispering praises about how beautiful you are, how lucky he is and how he's never going to let you think otherwise as your back arches. You gush all over him, head falling back against his shoulder.

"fuck lovie." Simon curses, "Fuckfuckfuck." There is no warning when he spills himself into you other than the way he holds you tighter and closer. "I love you." He whispers, breath tickling your neck.

[shaunamilfman]

Shauna Shipman

✩ nsfw.

Fics

➢Mastermind: "You have a simple 5 step plan to convince Shauna Shipman to be your girlfriend. Maybe you've stalked her a little. Just a little."

➢Look What You Made Me Do: "The small town of Wiskayok had been rocked by the brutal murders of the so-called Ghostface killings, leaving you and your girlfriend Shauna Shipman unsure of who you can trust. Just remember: it's always someone you know. "

➢evermore: "You die out in the snow, cold and alone. You haunt so much more than just the narrative."

✩they got no idea about me and you: "You resented Jackie at first for all the time you and Shauna spent waiting in the car for her, but you've really started to treasure these secret moments spent between the two of you."

✩i'm so chill, but you make me jealous: Shauna's gotten herself worked up again over something stupid, and she will be making her jealousy your problem.

➢you look like my next mistake: A series of encounters you have with your friends mother, Shauna Shipman, over spring break.

✩you're always gonna be mine: You're starting to hate when people talk to you at parties. It always seems to get you in trouble with your girlfriend, Shauna Shipman. She always gets so rough with you when she's feeling possessive.

✩you must like me for me: You weren't sure what you did to piss off Shauna Shipman, but you've been on the receiving end of her death glares for just as long as you can remember.

✩i had died the tiniest death: You've gotten used to the feeling of being watched since you broke up with your girlfriend, Shauna Shipman, but you never thought it was more than just your imagination till now.

✩it's just indifference: You couldn't bite back your bitchy comment as Shauna walked in twenty minutes later than you agreed upon to work on your project, but you soon found that you couldn't regret it at all as you realized how hot she was when she was mad.

✩to be felled by you: What started out as a fistfight in the middle of the woods might actually manage to bring you together as you work out your differences in a more pleasurable way.

✩in the woods somewhere: First you eat Mari (rip), and then you eat Shauna (out).

✩marked me like a bloodstain: for everyone who watched the s3 trailer and was like, Shauna should have bit ME like that instead.

✩canine teeth (in the side of my neck): Shauna's chasing you through the woods.

✩if i could be who you wanted: You're Melissa.

✩it tastes like the real thing: You follow Shauna out into the woods. This time with more knife.

✩turning into something you are not: You end up on house arrest after Shauna spits in your soup, no thanks to stupid Mari. Maybe you should apologize. Maybe that's a bad idea.

✩i almost do: You weren't sure what drove you to talk to Hannah in the first place. Boredom, maybe. Or some deeply buried desire to get back at your girlfriend for keeping you trapped out here. Either way, you don't think you deserve what you got.

Drabbles

➢Werewolf!Shauna Drabble

➢Ghostface!Shauna Drabble

✩nsfw drabble 2

➢wilderness baby drabble

➢I'll Be Home for Christmas

➢just you and me

Headcanons

➢Dating Shauna Shipman HCs 2 3

➢Dating Shauna in the Wilderness HCs

➢Finding out Shauna cheated on you with Jeff HCs

➢controversially young gf HCs

➢jealous shauna HCs

➢domestic shauna

➢stalker ex-gf shauna

➢FWB to lovers

➢affection

✩NSFW Alphabet

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

here to ask about the sotf regency au if someone else hasn’t asked already 🫡

The SOTF Regency AU is so dear to me. Pure self indulgent romance where The Dance never happens & it's just High Society Frivolity all the time 🩷

Perhaps a bit Bridgertony in execution because it's, in theory, me focusing on one pairing from Gen 2 of SOTF until they get together & then moving onto the next social season & another pairing. Although that structure is mostly in place for a timeline when I fee like writing a little drabble in it. Which, only one exists so far but this does not stop me from thinking about the AU semi-reglarly because it's just fun. It's fun & it's silly & I deserve to have that since my main writing projects are so serious!

It's not incredibly fleshed out beyond the order of the pairings getting together (some of the pairings don't even have all the people in them named ajfkakfna), but does it need to be fleshed out? Is it not enough to put Griffith Tyrell in his natural habitat (Regency England)? Is it not enough to imagine my babygirls in Regency dresses? Is it not enough to point at a man not wearing gloves & say "whore?"

Anyway, here's the order for the pairings getting together (under the cut since at least most of them are also canon to regular SOTF)

Stannis & Helaena

Aegon & @emilykaldwen's Abby since she let me borrow her babygirl for my fic

Griffith & his gf Mya Redfort (joint babygirl emilykaldwen & I have yes-anded into full existence)

Rhea 2 & Cregan Stark

Baldric & Tyshara Lannister

Aerea & her bf from House Dayne

Myranda & Oscar Tully

Adrienne bisexual polyamory (the boy is probably a twink. She's got a type)

[wonusite]

I have an absolutely ferocious need to see a drabble of bf nerd!shua absolutely doting on his gf and being clingy and sweet to her

me too bestie <33

everyone and their mom knows that nerd!shua is not the overly friendly type. his perpetual disinterest in things made people wary of him despite his polite and kind disposition. these same people could never understand why or how he managed to make you his gf. it’s even weirder bc you seem to be irrevocably in love with him and that trying personality of his.

but maybe the gag of it all is how this seemingly cold guy is down horrendous for you.

mingyu is the first to notice. when you invited him over to finish your project, he immediately was greeted by the sight of that abrasive nerd literally clinging on to you as if he thought the tall jock was going to steal you away. it could’ve been jealousy, but the next time he sees you two having lunch together, he sees how insistent josh is on having you sit on his lap and feeding you. it’s both shocking and disgusting.

jeonghan and vernon are the next to notice. the three of you had been at the library for over an hour when Josh comes up, your favorite drink and headphones in hand. he greets you with a kiss on the temple before he sets the drink down and gently slides on the noise cancelling earphones on your head, careful not to mess up your hair. he gives you a tentative smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips

two pairs of jaws are dropped open when josh casually pulls out his stuff so he can start studying. it’s not that they didn’t know that josh is in love with you, but to think that the guy who had never let his previous gfs so much as peck his cheek in public being so clingy and affectionate had them reeling.

but the fact that neither of you seem to notice just how sickly sweet you are as a couple is the true gag of it all.

[kissforyouu]

We need a scenario of the aftermath of that text message.. we need to know why he’s that overprotective 🥹

i'll make a drabble of them after the lil argument🙊🙊 but as for jk being rlly overprotective over oc, there's no specific reason for that. reason as in smth like "oh this happened to her once so now im rlly overprotective of her". he's js a rlly protective jealous bf in general (when he acc likes his gf😃😃). ig u could kinda blame it on how he grew up. rich kid, had everything. his parents things were his and so were his own things. everything was his. soooook yeah. also he's lowk projecting too bc he used to be a cheater🙊🙊 he WAS one of those guys so he clearly knows how they think so lol

[lonely-space-ace]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @serenbex!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

137,690

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Doctor Who, but also RWBY, Star Wars, and a bunch of other stuff, most recently I've been writing for Dimension 20

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Build This House Into a Home: an NCIS au where Gibbs adopts a bunch of children (genuinely don't know why this had the most)

Not Again: a crossover between Gravity Falls and Amphibia

Everything After: a RWBY fic about the fallout of volume 9, which is currently unfinished but Im working on it I swear

I Beg to Differ: Also a RWBY fic about Yang and Ruby recovering from the events of volume 9

Mates: The Doctor and Donna being best friends :)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Mostly! I really try to respond to all of them but sometimes I forget to and then feel weird responding three months later

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhh

angsiest fics as a whole is probably I Beg to Differ or Carry On, but my only one with an actual angsty ending is This Time which is a drabble about the Fifth doctor in the Caves of Androzani

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Yes.

Jokes aside its probably either Sunrise or The Many Proposals of Nyssa and Tegan since those end with couples getting together and marriage etc.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not yet!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've only written one so far! It was a crossover between Gravity Falls and Amphibia. I've had one planned for ages between ToH, GF, and Amphibia but haven't finished it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but I'd be down to try it sometime

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Don't do this to me

My favorite to write is probably Nyssa and Tegan? But I also love Bumbleby. And Imodna. And Beauyasha. and so many others. Dont make me pick

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I live in a world of clownery where I fully intended to finish all wips eventually (ignore the fact that some haven't been updated in literal years)(I'm working on them I swear)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at characterization and voice. I've also gotten a lot better at description and image recently

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action scenes can and will kill me. also I don't know why I write romance so much seeing as I have literally never dated anyone. Also I tend to struggle with longer projects, although I'm much better at it than I used to be.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Its fine but I prefer to be familiar with the language before writing it. And seeing as other than English I only know Latin, ancient greek, and ASL it doesn't come up often when writing fic

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...I plead the fifth

(It was ncis. on ff.net. like four years ago.)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

ohhhhhh that's hard. I love The Many Proposals of Nyssa and Tegan, both because of the fic itself and also because it introduced me to some lovely fandom friends. Everything After is one I am particularly proud of, as is Raising Our Glass, I don't know if I could pick one

Tagging @social-mockingbird @writing-my-mind-ink and anyone else who wants to join :)

[panda-writes-kpop]

H O W ¤ TO ¤ REQUEST

Requests are OPEN, as of 10/15/2023!

I figured that since I am reopening requests, I would offer a guide for those who have not requested anything in a while or ever! ❤️ This is an outline of the different styles of content that I offer. I am so thankful for everyone's support, and I look forward to hearing from you! 🥹🫶

If you're looking for the rules on who I take requests for or what content I feel comfortable covering, please click this link !

(IDOL) as Your GF:

An assortment of 10 headcannons for an idol. Most of the older groups on my masterlist (DC, RV, BP, Twice, Itzy, and Mamamoo) already have these done! These are, by far, the easiest requests I take, and I would be happy to do them for any female idol you request :)

Slushie Prompts:

For those who are unaware, the slushie prompts are small 100-200 word drabbles based on different flavors of slushies! Make sure to check the slushie prompts (I update it when I get requests) to see what flavors are still available! [Flavors with links or crossed out words are no longer available.]

Fluff Alphabets:

These are like the as your GF headcannons, but they're based around the letters of the alphabet! I've only done these for a few idols (Seulgi and Wendy are the first to come to mind, but I know there's a few others) so make sure you check the Masterlist and WIP in case your request is already there!

Scenarios:

These are bullet point style headcannons, but based around a certain situation for an idol, subunit, or group. The way that I do these posts is that I write (or attempt to write) the same number for each member, but I write fewer if there is a large number of members. So, if there's a bigger group, I would recommend requesting in subunits if you want more content for each member.

Reactions:

Reactions are similar to scenarios, except that they are formatted in paragraphs! They may receive dialogue, and they have more thought and care put into them, so they tend to take longer. I write 3-5 paragraphs regardless of group size, so you can request reactions for groups instead of subunits or individual idols! I may split your request due to picture limits or length.

Drabbles

Drabbles, to me, are fics that lie under 1,000 words. Unless you specify that you want a drabble, I will assume that you're requesting a longer-style fic.

Fics

Fics are any piece of writing of mine that is 1,000 words or longer. If you request a fic idea, I will (at a minimum) write 1.5-2k words. HOWEVER, sometimes the idea or music hits just right, and I end up with a much longer project on my hands. Don't think that your request is bad if I don't write as much as other requests, sometimes less words create a better story!

And that's it! I look forward to the incredible ideas you'll come up with. ❤️

[pe0pleall3rgy]

okay sorry im flooding your asks but i diagnose you with friend and its fatal

i just ate some really good bread and im feeling inspired, would you mind if i wrote little drabbles for you? i also have another idea that idk how to go about writing so BAM IDEA JUMPSCARE

okay so ford probably wouldnt watch steven universe but it was my last hyperfixation so yes he did, i can really clearly see him telling stan he wants to play him a song and playing love like you, i feel like the "i always thought i might be bad" part would hit really hard for him and stan because of their upbringing and tell me these fuckers arent insecure as shit and just come on it'd sound amazing if ford sang it

i imagine he's surprised stan gives a shit about him after all the things hes done just that whole song would hit so hard for him oh my GODD

su would destroy this old man

-gf anon

Diagnosed with friend 😭 im sob. Ough… Your asks are always welcome gf anon.

ALSO YES. I really like the idea of Ford projecting onto media in a way that helps him process or convey his emotions.

Give it up to Stan and ford pines for being terrible at communication. Obviously they’re trying to do better after, well. The apocalypse, but they still have a ways to go.

[babblydrabbly]

jailbreak || rick flag x reader || drabble

rick flag x f!reader - general - 1k words - warnings: slight whump. language. blood. injury. needles. canon-typical violence. Post-TSS 2021. Fuck it, everyone lives.

You were once an unapologetic supervillain, then a member of the Suicide Squad. Despite your vehement dislike of Colonel Flag at the start of your time together, you both quickly formed a bond that not many could understand.

In other words, you loved him. And it took everyone dragging you off the island nation of Corto Maltese by force to get you to leave what you thought was Rick Flag's dead body behind.

But when you find out he's alive and at the Argus director's mercy, you decided to hand Rick's resignation in to Amanda Waller personally.

“Tell me, Flag. Did she ask you to turn your back on your country? Or did you decide to screw any honor you had left yourself?”

Rick shifts against his restraints, still weak with bone-aching exhaustion. The wound in his chest screams with the faintest strains, and the sweat and dirt and blood in his eyes still stings like it did down in the wet belly of Jotunheim.

The Belle Reve-regulation straps gripping at his wrists and ankles are a bit of a joke, really. Rick doesn’t think he’s got the strength in him to turn a door knob at the moment. He wets his cracked lips as he glances over at all the monitors attached to a mess of wires, his head lolling against the grimy leather chair he can only assume was made for tortuous looking rooms like this one.

Rick shuts his eyes and thinks of you.

Of the tear tracks down your dirt-covered cheeks as you held your arms around young Cleo Cazo. Partly to comfort her as the two of you stepped into the Thinker’s godawful lair after Rick, but mostly to comfort yourself. The both of you had seen plenty of evil. But that lab had been something else.

And then the boom, boom, boom of a caged nightmare. All rage and anguish. Filled with fire.

Rick recalls the split second before everything came crashing down onto all of you. He remembers the way his eyes found you across the room. How yours were already locked on his.

You hadn’t asked him to betray anything. Rick had made his own choice. And as Peacemaker held a gun to his face, you had marveled at the rebirth of Rick Flag. That rage and righteousness. A culmination of everything he had ever done in the name of what he believed in- or thought he did- all burned up upon re-entry. You were witness to something beautiful. Something you had been waiting for, Rick realizes now.

But Amanda didn’t need to know any of that.

Rick takes his time as he shrugs weakly in his seat.

“What can I say, Waller. The world was collapsin’, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.” The answer seems to satisfy her. Fitzgibbon proceeds, the nanobomb syringed and ready to go.

The doctor’s shadow blots out the light shining down on Rick’s frame as a gloved hand presses against the back of his head. He jerks again. The instinct to fight fate overrides him like it never has before you.

Waller nods her head to the soldier beside her. He approaches Rick and shoves his head down firmly against his chest. Rick muffles the pained groan that rips through him as his chin brushes the stitches over his heart. It’s all Rick can do to picture you here beside him just as he thinks he’ll pass out from the pain of futile resistance, when a sudden blast does the job for him.

A ringing in his ears rouses him a few moments later, the scent of spent C4 charges and atomized cinder block walls in his nostrils. He grunts as a hand grasps him by the jaw, drawing his head up.

He blinks tiredly at your masked face, your eyes flying over every inch of his exposed skin for injury. You say nothing as you cut him loose from his binds with a blade, catching him as he falls forward into your arms.

Distantly, he notes the sounds of automatic rifles exchanging fire down the wrecked halls of Belle Reve.

“You’re really alive.” You whisper, still holding his face. You pull away to yank down your neck gaiter, revealing yourself to the colonel.

“That’s my line.” He mutters.

“Not with the way you’re all banged up, it’s not.” You chuckle softly in his ear. Rick seizes the moment to bury his face in your neck.

And if your eyes are watering when you stand back up, Rick blearily thinks it must be from all the debris flying around. Otherwise he’d have to consider how truly happy you are to see him breathing.

You wheel something up to his chair. A gurney.

“Way’s cleared. You better tell Harls the fun’s up.” Says a familiar voice. Digger Harkness’ broad frame is a surprise. You and the thief take Rick by each arm, forcing a moan from the colonel as you lift him over onto the flat surface. Rick collapses onto it, his vision threatening to darken on him.

He drifts in and out as he’s wheeled somewhere quickly, unsure if you’re still near. It’s not until he feels a heat through his eyelids that he understands what’s happening. He’s outside. The hot Louisiana sun glaring down on him. The gurney makes contact with something, jolting Rick awake again.

“You alright?” You call over the start of an engine. Digger wheels the rest of the gurney up into the back of the large rig as you take a seat beside Rick. You and Digger exchange more words as Rick’s hand blindly reaches for yours.

Finally, you turn to him when the back door rolls down with a loud bang. Rick groans.

“Almost out.” You assure him. You lace your fingers in his as you push him to rest back on the pad. The truck lurches forward, and after a few miles without any gunfire, you ease your grip on his hand with a tentative breath.

Rick draws your attention with a squeeze. You glance up swiftly.

“You’re crazy.” He forces out with a lop-sided grin. “No way in hell this wasn’t all you.”

You huff as you smooth your hand over Rick’s forehead, pushing his sweat-matted hair away from his brow. Rick’s eyes flutter shut before flying open again with a start.

And there you are. Still alive and doing the saving.

You lean down and press your lips to the back of his hand, lingering there as you let relief fill your roaring chest.

“Anything for you.”

[loverhymeswith]

I Can't Do This Again | Takeshi Kovacs x Reader

On the first of each month, each member of the GFS will write a drabble of 1k words or less based on a selected prompt and using a character portrayed by Joel Kinnaman.

March 2022's prompt is: "The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.”

GFS: @babblydrabbly @fairchildflag @heresathreebee @11thstreetvigilante @yespolkadotkitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @lacontroller1991

Joel Taglist: @weallhaveadestiny @a-reader-and-a-writer @11thstreetvigilante @skvatnavle @fairchildflag @heresathreebee @christinasyellowflowers @bewitchedignition @lavenderluna10

When Tak lets himself into your apartment sometime before dawn, you pretend to be asleep. The covers are drawn up around your chin and your eyes are shut, but it’s a futile ruse. He can probably tell from the sound of your breathing alone that sleep has yet to claim you. It’s not that you don’t want to see the envoy. Because you do. Badly. You just don’t want him to know how relieved you are by his presence, especially as it feels like he’s been keeping his distance of late.

Intrigue eventually wins out. As you open your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim light, you can only make out the silhouette of Tak’s broad form as he sits on the end of the bed. Slowly but surely his gaze, sparkling in the pale moonlight, turns to land on your face. Another minute passes before you finally call out into the dark room. “What are you doing here?”

There’s a beat of silence and then, as usual, he answers your question with one of his own. “Did I wake you?” His voice sounds impossibly deeper tonight.

“Yes,” you lie. Truthfully, you’d been wide awake and staring at the ceiling long before the sound of the front door startled you. You’re confident Tak knows this, too. Pushing up on to your elbows to get a better look at him, you repeat your question. “What are you doing here?” When you’d told him where you kept the spare key, you hadn’t actually expected him to use it.

The bed shifts under his weight as he moves closer to you. “Wanted to check you were ok.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Poe told me what happened.”

Of course. You should have known that piece of information would work its way back to Tak. You’d pleaded with Eddie not to say anything about the men harassing you, but it’s clear where the AI’s loyalties lie. “I’m fine, I swear.” You sit up fully, reaching for the switch of your bedside lamp. Perhaps if he can see that you’re still in one piece it will ease his mind.

The two of you blink at the sudden brightness. You don’t know why you’re surprised to find a fresh cut running along Tak’s brow. The man wears his scars like armour. “Are you ok?”

Ignoring your question, he continues to survey you, his hazel eyes mapping your face with alarming intent. A distant promise of violence lies beyond the concerned gaze. “If they laid a hand-”

You grab his arm without thinking, silently marvelling at the mass of muscle beneath your fingertips. “They didn’t. And you really didn’t need to come here in the middle of the night.” But I’m glad you did.

“If anything happened to you because of me…” He trails off. For the first time since you met him, something akin to fear clouds his expression. Unexpectedly, he reaches out to cup your jaw with his large, calloused hand. You freeze, wide eyed and barely daring to breathe. It’s the first time he’s touched you like this.

Unsure of what else to do, you squeeze his arm. “Tak. I’m ok. Nothing’s going to happen to me. It was just some drunken idiots. Believe it or not, I can take care of myself and not everything in this city revolves around you.”

The joke falls flat, and he drops his hand, conflicted emotions still evident in his sharp features. Somehow, without meaning to, you’ve struck a nerve. You can sense that he’s about to close himself off again, so in a bold move you place your own hand against his cheek, fingers covering the scars that litter his surprisingly soft skin.

His eyelids shutter, just for a second, but then he’s shaking his head and pulling back, eyes flashing almost golden. “I can’t do this. Not again. Not with you.”

Your hand falls to your lap. Your pulse is a hammer, forming a crack in your chest. You’ve been tiptoeing around him for weeks now, attempting to gauge whether this attraction is mutual. The answer seems clear enough, but your traitorous heart still needs confirmation. Needs to hear from his lips that this thing between you will never happen. “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t let myself get lost in you.”

You’ve already gleaned enough information from Eddie and the Elliots to suspect that he’s been hurt before, but you don’t know the details – you’ve always been too afraid to ask. Until now. Now, you really have nothing to lose. “Tak, what happened?”

He turns his face away. Perhaps you’ve pushed him too far. But then he speaks, and his voice is shattered. “I had a partner once - a friend. She died - because of me. Because I let her get too close.” He pauses. When he looks back at you his eyes are glistening, and something tears in your own chest. You’ve never seen him this way before. So open. So broken. “She died because I loved her. I won’t let that to happen to you.”

“Tak,” you choke out, reaching for his hand. “That’s not-”

“I was blind. Distracted.” He cuts you off, compelled to continue. “All I wanted was to protect her. To keep her safe. I didn’t care about anything else that was happening. The gangs had taken over. The city was at breaking point. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.”

“But I failed. I was so focused on protecting her, I couldn’t see the true danger. That I had allowed her to become my weakness. And just like everyone I’ve ever loved, she was taken away from me.” A single tear rolls down his cheek. “That’s why I can’t do this. I can’t give you what I know you want.”

“Takeshi,” you murmur softly. “I’m not asking you to love me. I just want you to let me in.”

[yespolkadotkitty]

Open Up

A GFS server drabble. We do these every month!

Words: 700 ~ Pairing: Stephen Holder x fem!reader ~ Content: swears, mentions of marriage breakdowns

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“Yo, mama. Open up. I know you’re in there.”

You close your eyes at the sound of Stephen’s voice interspersed with pounding on the front door of your studio apartment.

You burrow deeper into your bedding, hoping he’ll give up.

You know it’s been four days. You would normally have swapped over a hundred messages by now, but you can’t face him. Not today and maybe not ever again.

“Yo! I need to see you! Please,” he adds.

It’s the please that finally breaks you. You can’t leave him standing there wondering if you’re dead, wondering if your cat Norman is eating your eyeballs.

(Norman would never. He only eats gourmet cat food).

You pad over to the door, look through the peephole.

Stephen looks like shit. You wonder if he’s even slept. His hair is mussed, looks as if he’s been dragging his fingers through it.

Your heart clenches at the tired, strung-out look on his handsome face, and the wrinkled fabric of his trusty hoodie.

You open the door, catching him with his fist raised, about to knock again.

“Jesus! I thought you were dead or somethin’!” He grabs you, pulling you into a hard hug, and you breathe him in and it’s perfect and oh God you missed him.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

He sighs into your hair and he smells of his last cigarette and cheap minty bodywash. Holder. You need him like you need air. Maybe it’s time you finally admitted that to yourself.

Something buts against your leg and you look down. Stephen does too.

“Oh, hey Norms,” he mutters.

The cat meows and then saunters back into your apartment.

“Come in,” you tell Stephen. “Drink?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

The door swings shut behind you both. Stephen rubs a hand over his face. “You gonna tell me why you ain’t answerin’ your phone?”

“Do I have to?” you ask weakly.

“Yeah. You do have to. You owe me that much. We had that one amazin’ night, baby - blew my fuckin’ mind, and then…. You just ghost me.”

“I’m sorry.” You hug yourself, and then hold out your hand. When Stephen takes it, you lead him to the couch, pull him down next to you.

He glances at you, huffs, then finally begins, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“Because…” You bite your lip. “Because I think I’m falling in love with you, okay?”

His brows shoot up. “And that’s a reason to not see me?”

“Yeah.”

He waits for you to elaborate.

“My parents’ marriage was a mess. They were always in and out of each other’s pockets. They had so many fights. My mother’s subsequent relationships were toxic too. But the whole time she insisted she was in love. So love is bad. I mean, for me, anyway. What if I’m just like her? So I got scared. Of changing us.”

Stephen looks at you for a long time. You start to wonder if it’s over, if you’ve ruined it by opening up.

Then he cups your face, very gently, and kisses you.

“We all got baggage. You know? Fact of it is, I’d rather have you with a shit-load of baggage than not have you at all. That shit makes you who you are. You know?”

His words are so soft and sincere that tears well up. You lean into him, and he cuddles you close.

“Did you mean it, baby girl?” he asks. “Falling in love?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on your hair. “I think I love you. Maybe I always have. Ever since you told me to shut my mouth that first day in the break room. Don’t make me live without your smart mouth and your sexy smile. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree.

And then he kisses you and you sink into his embrace, and you have your best friend back, only he’s so much more, now.

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Thanking my babe @loverhymeswith for the beta!

Holder Tags: @11thstreetvigilante @a-reader-and-a-writer @heresathreebee @skvatnavle @spooky-ghosts @babblydrabbly @nerdysuperchick @reysorigins-archive @greymoonfeelings @fairchildflag @madkovacs @lacontroller1991 @bewitchedignition @marvelousmermaid @klmurr

[lacontroller1991]

Avoidant

On the first of each month, each member of the GFS will write a Drabble of 1k words or less based on a selected prompt and using a character played by Joel Kinnaman.

April 2022's Prompt Is: "Why are you avoiding me?" "Because... because I think I'm falling in love with you, okay? That's why I'm avoiding you."

Main Master List || March 2022

Warnings: language, idiots in love

You toss your phone on the couch with a huff. This is the 10th time Rick has purposely declined your phone call and you don't understand what you did wrong. Sure, you and him had a little fight a couple of days ago, but that was just because you had disobeyed one of his direct orders and it could've costed you your life. Sighing, you swing your legs off the bed and get ready for another day on the job, hoping to maybe see Rick and confront him.

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Meanwhile, Rick stares down at his phone and cringes when he sees your contact light up the screen. Denying the phone call, he turns back to his computer and continues the report Waller wants in her office for the upcoming mission. Noticing the fact that Rick is denying your calls out of all people, Economos raises an eyebrow.

"Why won't you answer her calls?"

"'m busy."

"Yeah, we all are, but we still take calls. Are you guys ok?" Rick turns to look at the tech with a scowl on his face.

"It's none of your damn business. She made a risky call and she seems to learn her mistake best when I ignore her," Rick easily lies and John can see right through it. Rick doesn't ignore anyone, not even his ex, though he knows he should, but it's just part of who Rick is, and him denying call after call is raising suspicions in the office.

"Yeah whatever man," Economos goes back to work as Rick sighs, taking off his baseball cap and running a hand through his hair. After a minute, he hastily stands up and makes his way to Waller's office. He can't have you running another mission, not when he almost lost you.

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The halls inside Belle Reve all look the same at this point. After working here for several years, you know the facility inside and out, which is why it's not hard for you to find Waller's office. Rounding the corner, you can make out Rick's shadow leaning over a desk as he speaks in a commanding voice to the woman herself. Sneaking over, you lean your head toward the door and eavesdrop on their conversation.

"I don't want her to go out anymore. She's not a great asset in the field. Maybe in comm, but not out in the field," your brows furrow at his words. There was maybe two other females that are in the same line of field as you, so he could really be talking about either one, but you have a suspicion that it's you.

"Agent (Y/L/N) is more skilled than most of your other coworkers, Colonel. She is a very valuable asset to me in the field and I would even say she is almost as good as you. So for you talk down about her only raises my suspicions on you Colonel, not her," Waller's voice remains impassive as you hear Rick sigh.

"Look, I just don't want her to go on any more missions with me, okay? I don't want to work with her," your heart sinks at his words. He doesn't want to work with me? Confusion and sadness take over and you fail to notice Rick walking toward the door. Stepping back, you go rigid as he stops in his tracks and eyes you up and down before walking away. That's it, what the fuck is his problem?

"Colonel Flag." You start to walk after him but he picks up his speed, not acknowledging you. "Colonel Flag." Still nothing. "Rick, please."

Rick sighs, stopping in his tracks but refusing to turn around and look at you, knowing that if he does, he would fall more in love with you.

"What's going on, Rick? What did I do? Why won't you talk to me? Why don't you want to work with me?"

What's said must be said. "I don't think you and I make a great team." Lies. "How can I have you on my team when you don't even obey my orders? I can't have that. I'm sorry, Agent (Y/N)." He moves to walk away and not look back but your hand reaches out and grasps onto his wrist, pulling him into you. Still, Rick doesn't look at you.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Rick weighs his options and choice of words as he makes the mistake of looking at you. Your normal (E/C) eyes are blown wide as they struggle to keep the tears in. Your lips slightly quiver as you struggle to keep the heartbroken sob from escaping. Rick sighs and turns around, placing two hands on your face as his thumbs trace across your cheek bones and he does not miss the way you lean into his touch.

"Because... Because I think I'm falling in love with you, okay? That's why I'm avoiding you."

"You what?" Your voice is small as you try to take in the meaning of his words.

"I am in love with you, and seeing you almost die on the field was too much for me to bare." His confession hangs heavily in the air as his hazel eyes dart away, afraid of what you could be thinking.

Except you're not thinking. No. You're just doing what feels right, and in that moment, the only thing that feels right is pressing your lips against his and so that's what you do. At first you're met with some resistance, but then when Rick recognizes what's going on, his hands hold your face close to his as the two of you lock in a passionate embrace. Who would have thought Rick avoiding you would lead to the revelation of your true feelings for each other.

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