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getting engaged in turks & caicos | discover university (ep 16)
by ashley plays
the twins head to turks & caicos islands for their spring break trip. cameron also takes the next step in his relationship with chasity.
mods & lots mentioned below â
mods.
2017 sea ray l650 fly (drake's yacht)
basemental drugs (21+)
control any sim
custom cocktails
first impressions
gourmet dishes
grilled oysters
kiss-n-grind
longer parties & more guests
paired selfie override
playable harp
princess cut ring (chasity's engagement ring)
romance reactions
romantic surprise proposal
shop chef buffet
wicked whims (18+)
lots.
hecking international airport - annasiims
spa hotel - marciaaugusta
sapphire yacht restaurant - sassyshrew9716
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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS
Too many beds
Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
Really nice guy who hates only you
Academic rivals except itâs two teachers who compete to have the best class
Divorce of convenience
Too much communication
True hateâs kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)
Dating your enemyâs sibling
Lovers to enemies
Hate at first sight
Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead
Fake amnesia
Soulmates who are fated to kill each other
Strangers to enemies
Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you arenât actually dating
Too hot to cuddle
Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground
Nursing home au
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Baby, Baby, Baby - Fezco
Summary: Fezcoâs gotten used to your pet names but others not so much
Fezco x Reader
Fluff
Word Count: 1,191
Authorâs Note: Hey! Itâs been a minute. Writerâs block is a bitch. Short and sweet. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! đ
Fezco wasnât used to terms of endearment. Most people didnât even take the time to learn his name if he was being honest. He was just âthat drug dealer.â All that changed when he started dating you.Â
âBabe!â
âYeah, ma,â Fez replied watching you come from behind the refrigerator doors where his brother was.
âTell Ashtray, Spider-Man: No Way Home was good!â
Fez just shook his head. You were always debating over some nerdy shit with Ash. He didnât mind it much. It was always funny to him, and he was glad you got along with his brother.
âI didnât say it wasnât good, just that it was fanservice,â Ash said, poking his head from around door then leaning against the doorframe.Â
âAnd? It was good fanservice!â
âThe plot was bullshit.â
âTo YOU,â you yelled. Then you turned to Fez who was leaning against the counter next to the till and said, âBaby, tell him.â
Keep reading
#this was so damn cute#did a deep dive through this page#amazing work#literally love every single one shot#fezco x reader
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nyx!! hi, can u write something w fez based off the song âis there someone elseâ ? im obsessed w that song atm
.àłàżÂ Pairing: Fezco x F!Reader
.àłàżÂ Word Count: 1.8k
.àłàżÂ A/n: Feedback is really important to me, so tell me what you think! Iâd love to hear it :)
.àłàżÂ Main Masterlist | tv master list | ko-fi â„
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"You'll stay with me for a bit?" Fezco asks.
He knows he's in trouble because even though he shouldn't, he's asking for it. Again.
You finish rolling the joint in your hands and look up at him, your smile still a little weak in its corners. When your eyes lock with his, though, it brightens. "Yeah. You want me to stay?" You ask.
Every damn time.
"'Course I do," Fezco asks. If he's in trouble already, he might as well enjoy it.
"Ok," you pull up your legs underneath your body and reach out your hand in a silent request.
Fezco takes out his lighter from his pocket and places it on your palm.
You light it up, take a long drag, then ask him between the clouds that emerge from your lips. "How was your week, Fez?"
It's the same question you ask every time Fezco makes a drop to you.
Y/nânineteen years old, a college student in a town somewhere close, but not close enough for you to be around at all times, only buys weed. The best strains he's got.
"It's been good, ma." Fezco always answers because ever since he's met you a year ago, he's known you to be earnest in your questions (and answers).
It's why he stays clever around you.
Whatever leaves your mouth, whether that's a question, a confession, or a moan, he knows it to be true.
One of the first things you told him was that: "I don't fake stuff for the sake of other people. Why the fuck should I? I'd just be lying to me and I'd rather not."
"Yeah?" You take another drag, and Fezco tries to keep his eyes only on your eyes this time. "You managed to start that course you were telling me about?"
This is what gets him.
The fact that you remember. It's been weeks since he saw you last and you still remember the tiny details of things he's said between rambles; things he knows other people â most of them â would have forgotten or not even heard in the first place.
"I did, actually," he smiles. Then he starts telling you about what he's been learning because he knows you only ask when you want to listen.
It's so easy to get lost in talking to you.
So easy to forget you're not his â and that the person who you're with sucks ass at doing the proper job of taking good care of the partner she's got â and it's even easier to pretend you could be his.
All he wanted was to be sitting next to you in bed, and feeling your lips on his.
He wants it again, and he knows you want it too.
Both of you are aware that staying in this hotel room is a fated curse to your attempt at not ending up with your mouths on each other, and both of you ignore that.
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It takes one joint, one look, and a casual brush of fingers as he hands you the lighter one more time, and Fezco has you on his lap.
In under forty minutes of being together you two go from discussing how tricky and hard life is to talking about the world, Ashtray, your course, and, when you end up bringing up how stressed you are and shut your own lips to stop from talking "too much", Fezco lets it slip out:
"You never talk too much. Just say all you want, ma."
The way you look at him when he says it.
Fezco feels it underneath his skin.
He forgets sometimes that other people told you otherwise.
He wishes he could punch them in the throat, but he'd rather get all the words out of yours.
All the things you'd like to say and some asshole chick has branded on your mind that are uselessâFezco asks all he wants to hear and when you hand him the lighter back and your fingers meeting causes an electric charge between you two, both of you swallow around the tension.
This time, it's you who takes the leap.
"Hey, Fez?"
He wonders if someone else has the power to stop time like you do. "Yeah?" Can other people make the air feel static? Are there others who could make Fezco taste the words in his mouth?
"I thought a lot about what you said last time," you say. Confess.
He doesn't need to ask why, because he knows.
He said if you met him halfway, Fezco would do things he never ever dreamt about.
"Good," Fezco answers. "It was meant as food for thought."
That's when you touched his cheek and from that, all is history.
He launches forward, going for a taste of what he's craved since you walked through the door, and you willingly let him, opening yourself up to all he has to offer.
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It's inevitable to let himself feel it all.
Fezco promised, he swore it would happen only that one time.
It was a fluke in the damn Matrix. He had had a good talk with a girl who made him talkative, fluttery and at ease like no one ever did before, and you two shared not only stories, but pains over a shared blunt.
It was the weed.
He told himself that for two whole weeks, trying to convince his reflection that thinking about the way you looked underneath him and how your moans and whines were the hottest thing he's ever witnessed was normal. How could he not? Fezco had never had sex like that.
Staring into a person's eyes. Having them grab your face and talk to you through it, telling him all the things he's doing right, that he's doing good.
When it happens again, Fezco lets go of any pretense that it's anything but you.
It's the way you touch him like he's more than just a body.
When he asks you if you want to turn around, the look you give him sends a shiver down his spine.
"Why?" you ask.
He shrugs his naked shoulders. Bites down on 'cause I'm scared, 'cause looking at you makes my head spin, 'cause I want more of it when it's done. "Dunno." He does know. "You see my face all the time?" he offers as a joke.
You cup his face between his hands and walk on your knees until your chests are touching. "I like your face," you whisper to him. "You're gorgeous. Why wouldn't I wanna look at it now?"
That creates a knot in his throat that he can't swallow down.
'Cause I was terrified it wasn't the face you wanted to see.
"Fez." You kiss him, and he revels in it. "I'm attracted to every single fucking thing about youâwe're here, aren't we?" you ask, running your hands on his torso, all the way up to his neck. "I wanna see you when you touch me. YouâI like that you look at me in the eyes. You look like you want me."
The words travel to all the corners of his body, and Fezco's caging you against the headboard of the bed in a second. "I want you so fucking bad, ma." He kisses you with all the fervor your words burned into him, and when he pulls back, he doesn't go far. "Want you so bad I can barely think sometimes."
"Show me," you demand. Then, you smile. A real, happy smile this time. "C'mon." Your legs wrap around his waist like an invitation, permission, and a seal.
Who is Fezco to deny you anything, really?
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It's the shape of your lips that does it for him.
Fezco can't lie to himself or you when all he wants to do is kiss you.
Every inch of you.
He spends so much time between your legs that Fezco forgets there's an outside world he's a part of, and when he looks up at and sees you through the curves of your body, finding your eyes so clouded in the lust the desire he's giving you, Fezco only wants more.
The time he spends worshipping your thighs and burying his face in you, eating your pussy like he was starved for weeks and this is the only way to life, those are the only reason why he manages to not die when it's your turn to kneel in front of him.
Fezco kept trying to hide how in love he is when he woke up from a dream where you were in this same position and there was a halo around you.
He's never had dreams like that before.
It shook him so bad he started texting you, all worries be damned.
Those messages evolved into a call every now and then.
Fezco knows you two are only swimming deeper into these waters now, but neither of you cares. He knows you're there with himâhe sees it in your eyes when you're on top of him and he has trouble keeping his eyes open because of how good you feel, how right it feels to have you clenching around him; it's there when you say:
"Look at me."
You want his eyes on you.
When he shot you a text before you went to a party a couple of weeks ago saying 'people are gonna love it, no one's gonna take their eyes off of you', all you replied with was:
They're not you.
Fezco has bled all over this same hotel room many times now because you left and took his heart with you right in your hands, but he knows you left yours with him, too.
He feels the weight of it when you're on top of him, and when you leave, it's still there.
"Don't leave, ma."
"I won't. I wanna stay."
Fezco will win over the rest of you. The heart he has, and the body he worships whenever you grant him the chance, but now he needs the head and mind attached to it to be only his and for that, he needs to sort out some things in his life. No matter how long it takes.
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i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
when did they forget?
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Intimacy is about safety. the peace you feel in someone's presence. The ease in their voice even when you disagree. Someone's attentiveness when you are struggling. Their language when they speak about you. Someone's curiosity to learn you and the surrender when it comes to you.
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why you should keep writing your story
because itâs a puzzle no one else will ever arrange the same way as you.
because there are ideas that simply wonât come to you until you write down the wrong words.
because all the bad scenes are the bones of the wonderful scenes.
because someone will love it: someone will read it once, and twice, and thrice; someone will ramble to you about the complexity of it; someone will doodle your characters out of love; someone will find it in exactly what they were looking for with or without knowing it.
because they have things to say, your characters. theyâve told you all those secrets and they have more to tell you, if you will listen.
because you love it even when you donât; even when it drives you mad or when it accidentally turns into apathy; even when you think youâre doing it all wrong; you love it, and it loves you back.
because you can get a treasure even from things that go wrong; because if a story crumbles down you can build a shinier one on the same spot; because you wonât know where it will take you until it takes you there.
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is that simple task bothering you queen
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"Would you peel an orange for me?"
I would peel a pomegranate for you.
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petition to have interactive games not make us choose between one LI. if I want both or more of them to **** ** into oblivion why canât I?? huh??? HUHHHHH???!!
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iâm sorry but even if he did..
#my evil baby daddy fr#forever hoping for a steamy three way with him and luci#romance club#heavenâs secret 2#rc heaven's secret#heavenâs secret#romance club malbonte#heavenâs secret malbonte#rc malbonte#heavens secret 2
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A Little Healing
Fandom: Heavenâs Secret (Romance Club)
Pairings: Adi x MC
Word Count: 1,255
Rating: MA
Warnings for this chapter: references sexual activity
A/N: This is the follow-up to Solace and completes my ideas about the emotions surrounding their little tryst. Consider it a two-shot. I have ideas for a poly ending with all these characters but I think that will be written in third person and have a different entry point. It will probably be a lot less canon as well, but we'll see.
My other stuff: Master List.
What had I done? Agreeing to help free the boy in the tower was madness. Yet something about him tugged at my very soul. Sleep was elusive as I tossed and turned, contemplating the possible repercussions. Then thoughts of Sammy intruded upon my consciousness, and I gave up on sleep. Without bothering to change into real clothes, I slipped out of my room and down the hall. I needed to see Adi.
I knew I shouldnât be risking it. I had barely escaped expulsion that very morning. Somehow, I had managed to squeak by without a chaperone. Shepha knows how. I deserved to have one. After all, in the short time Iâd been here, Iâd managed to sleep with Mimi, Dino, and Lucifer. All forbidden fruit. All tantalizing and delicious.
The demonic spark inside me danced in joy at the thought of breaking the rules and getting away with it. As much as I tried to do the right thing, sometimes the wrong thing delighted me even more. It was like I had both inside me somehow. Was that even possible?
The demons called me a goody-two-shoes, and Dino called me the most demonic angel heâd ever met.
Dino.
The thought of him sent waves of warmth cascading through me. His taste still lingered on my lips from earlier. Out of all my dalliances, he was the only one who had accepted this thing between us without reservation. Oh, he fought it in the beginning, but now? Now he was ready to go all in. The offer was on the table.
âBefore I decide to run my whole life into the ground, you have to decide if you really need it. Do you understand what Iâm talking about?â
I understood only too well, and I struggled mightily with myself to not ruin his life. Part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind. Why should we be bound by these arbitrary rules? I wanted him. And there was an evil little part of me that delighted in the fact that I could have him if I wanted, that he would come willingly into my arms whenever I asked, personal cost to himself be damned.
Dino would destroy himself for me if I required it. And for that reason alone, I could not ask it of him. I wouldnât.
Then there was Lucifer. The son of Satan was hotter than any being had a right to be. He was also maddening, frustrating, and infuriating. Sending off mixed signals like a malfunctioning traffic light, he ran so hot and cold I couldnât keep track of if he liked me or hated me from one moment to the next.
He had certainly seemed to like me last night.
And that was the reason Mimi was mad at me. Angry didnât begin to cover it. Mimi was furious but because she was jealous that I was with Lucifer, or because she was jealous that he was with me, I wasnât sure. Mimi herself didnât seem to know.
I was still trying to decide if having Mimi as a roommate was a gift from heaven or a torment sent from hell. Yes, I had told her that I felt more than friendship for her because I do. But we werenât exclusive. Thanks to these asinine rules, we couldnât be anything officially, what we did in the privacy of our room notwithstanding. Iâve always liked both boys and girls but never has any woman set my body on fire the way she does.
She feels it too. We were drawn to each other from the very first moment. There was not an ice cubeâs chance in hell of her staying mad at me for long.
Dino had forgiven me for Lucifer. Mimi would too.
I made it to Adiâs door unseen. I raised my hand to knock, then hesitated. I didnât want to wake him. I turned to go, but before I had a chance, he called out, âCome in.â
Technically, I had fucked Adi too, but what happened between us hadnât been about love or courtship. It had been about grief, pure and simple. At least thatâs what I told myself.
We hadnât spoken of it. What had happened in that empty ballroom had stayed there.
Until now.
Adi was perched on the edge of his bed. He looked like hell. Dark circles under his red-rimmed eyes, his hair unkempt, clothes rumpled as if heâd slept in them.
I hurried across the room and sat down next to him. âOh, Adi, whatâs wrong?â
âI canât sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face.â
The anguish in his voice was breaking me. âAw, sweetie, Sammy wouldnât want you to torture yourself this way.â
He stared into my eyes, trembling as he confessed, âI feel guilty. For what happened with you. ItâŠdo you think I betrayed him? His memory?â
âNo.â I shook my head emphatically. âIt wasnât like that, and Sammy wasnât like that. He would understand. He would want you to take comfort wherever and however you can.â
âBut what ifâŠ.what if that was just an excuse? The truth is, Iâve wanted you since the first moment I saw you, even though I was in love with him. What does that say about me?â
âIt says you have excellent taste in both men and women.â I teased.
He made a sound that was half laugh, half sob as he wiped the tears from his cheeks. âIâm being serious.â
âSo am I.â I chastised him. âPeople have desires. We arenât meant to be emotionless machines. Youâre a demon, you know this.â
He dropped his eyes to his lap as he whispered, âI hate myself for not being able to save him. For not even knowing he was in danger. For arguing with him the last time I saw him. That was his last memory of me, Vic!â
âHey!â I pulled him into my arms and let him rest his head on my shoulder as I ran my fingers comfortingly through his hair. âHe knew exactly how much you loved him. I promise.â
We clung to each other for a long while, taking solace in each otherâs arms.
When we finally pulled apart, I gently placed my fingers on his temples. âLook at me, Adi.â Then I showed him all of my memories of Sammy. All the good times, all the laughter, and all the love. Before I knew it, Adi was laughing despite himself. He relaxed, a little of the misery dropping away as he shared his own memories.
We traded stories about Sammy as the night deepened. There were tears and laughter as we reminisced.
Finally, we curled up on the bed together. Emotionally wrung out, we clung to one another.
The laughter had felt good. A little like healing.
I knew it wasnât over.
Grief comes in waves. It sneaks up when you least expect it and takes you out just when you think youâve beaten it. But in that moment, it gripped our hearts a little less. The darkness was a little brighter and the heaviness a little lighter.
I wrapped my body around him, the big spoon to his little spoon as we drifted off to sleep, the warmth of his body soaking into me, comforting and reassuring.
My grief surrounding my losses and my confusion over what to do about my three lovers kept me from being strictly happy, but as I slipped into slumber, I was, at least for the moment, content.
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