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Anna -
reader sprains their ankle
pickup lines
Caleb -
pickup lines
Danny -
pickup lines
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Evan - None
Frank -
reader sprains their ankle
pickup lines
fake dating
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pickup lines
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Joey -
pickup lines
Julie -
pickup lines
Kazan - None
Lisa -
pickup lines
Max -
reader sprains their ankle
pickup lines
m is for max
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Rin - None
Sally -
pickup lines
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Jeff - None
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Nea - None
Yui - None
Yun-Jin - None
Zarina - None
Misc. Slashers -
Bubba Sawyer - None
Bo Sinclair - None
Jason Voorhees - None
Lester Sinclair - None
Michael Myers - None
Vincent Sinclair - None
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fake dating p3 (final)
Frank Morrison x Reader
wordcount: 1482
warnings: blood, suggestive content, brief background!Julie/Susie
A/N: heyoo, this is the last chapter for this little drabble. I hope you guys have enjoyed it :3c //please forgive me I was very tired when I wrote this but hopefully the quality is up to par
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With little to no thought, you reached out and grabbed ahold of Frank's hand before he could get too far into the lodge without you. Your fingers easily slipped between his, but he did not return the grip. The gauze wound around his fingers was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his exposed flesh that was rough with callouses. Perhaps you had gone too far? His hand remained limp in yours, and your heart sank into your stomach. You weren't sure how this would be too far after the little scene on the porch, but you began to withdraw your hand anyways. Before you could even untangle your fingers, he finally returned the gesture with a grip like a vice. It was borderline painful as if he was trying to keep sand from pouring out from between his fingers.
You winced and opened your mouth to complain, but shut it once again as Joey rounded the corner. His eyes honed in on where you and Frank were attached, a grin quickly splitting across his face. "I never thought you'd actually have the balls to ask them out, Frankie." He ribbed, crossing his arms across his chest and looking the two of you up and down.
"Shut up." Frank grumbled, his grip on your hand only increasing in pressure. His head turned away, and you had to wonder if it was to hide a blush.
The dull pain spreading through your digits was ignorable, especially at this new admission. Joey could just be teasing, but...what if Frank really had been contemplating this for a while? Sure, it was just a rouse for Julie but he had said your name instead of anyone else's, hadn't he?
"Y/N, blink twice if he's holding you against your will." Joey teased, and you couldn't help the smile it brought to your face even as you rolled your eyes.
"Nah, I'm here voluntarily. I think...how long does it take for Stockholm to set in?" You bumped into Frank's side gently, a substitute for elbowing him.
"Haha, real funny." Frank responded, completely deadpan, before forcibly dragging you past Joey and into the living room. Obviously, he wasn't amused with the conversation, but you weren't really sure what had set him off. Usually, he instigated stupid jokes like those, especially with the other Legion members.
You stumbled after him, not having much choice in the matter. He only released you when he made it to the couch, hopping over the back of it to flop onto the old cushions. The springs creaked from the sudden weight. One of these days that couch was going to snap in two, and you doubted the Entity would be kind enough to provide them a new one.
"Hey, while you're here see if you can pull that stick out of his ass." Joey called out after you, sarcasm dripping from his tone. You turned to give him a two-fingered salute, "Aye aye captain. Should I beat him with it after?"
You could practically feel Frank glowering behind you as you and Joey burst into laughter. "Please do." Joey finally said once the giggles subsided, before leaving the way you two had come in. The door shut firmly behind him.
"What the fuck was that?" The bite in Frank's tone made your blood run cold, and you turned to look down at him on the couch. He looked angry and...hurt? No, that couldn't be right. Your smile faltered and your brows furrowed together, "What do you mean?"
"You're supposed to be flirting with me, not Joey."
You had to pick your jaw up off the floor and bite down on your tongue to keep from laughing again. You looped around the couch and sat down next to him. You propped your elbow up on the back of the couch, sitting facing him, your knees knocking against his. "Aww, is baby jealous?"
From the corner of your eye, you caught Julie coming down the stairs with Susie in tow, their pinkies looped together. You quickly averted your gaze back to Frank, who was still bitching about your 'flirting' with Joey. "Frank," You said, voice low, hoping he'd shut up for a moment as you sat up on your knees. Your left hand came up to rest on his shoulder, your right cupping the side of his neck, using his body to steady yourself as you swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. Your knee slotted between his leg and the arm of the couch before you sat back onto his thighs.
The new position made him freeze. Big, bad, overly confident Frank now a deer in the headlights. Your fingers trailed along the tattoo at his throat, and you leaned into his ear. "Don't lose your nerve now." You whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. His hands found their way to your hips with a firm but gentle pressure to hold you in place. Not that you were planning on going anywhere.
You pulled away, just far enough to look him in the eye. What you saw there was unexpectedly hungry.
There was no going back now. Frank lunged forward and captured your lips with his, if it hadn't been for his hands anchoring you to his lap, you both might've landed on the floor. There wasn't a doubt in your mind he wouldn't have chased your touch if you had tumbled off the couch. He kissed you like you were a lost little lamb and he, the wolf, was only sampling what was to come.
There was a passion and ferocity behind it that you weren't expecting, at least not from something that was just supposed to be pretend. Your hands ran up along his chest and across his shoulders before linking together behind his neck. Your hips hitched forward on their own accord, the sudden friction causing a growl to rip from Frank's throat. He bit down on your lower lip, a mixture of a moan and a squeak escaping your mouth into his as blood burst into your mouth.
Abruptly, Frank's forehead connected with yours and your teeth clinked together harshly. You pulled away in confusion, and Frank did the same, hand raising to rub at the back of his head. Julie's shoe rested beside the both of you on the couch, and she stood smugly a few feet away. "Who needs a fucking room now?" She jeered, and for a moment you thought Frank was going to shove you onto the floor to go after her. Instead, his grip on your hips returned, strength renewed, as he deliberately dragged you against him. Your face buried into his shoulder, hoping to muffle the noises that wanted to spill out of you. You were sure your face was blood red from embarrassment if nothing else. "Fuck off, Julie, I'm in the middle of something." Frank raised one hand to flip her off, without even bothering to turn and look. He would give up everything just to keep the sight of you blushing and trying to hide in his hoodie in view.
You heard the two girls going back up the stairs and you let out a shaky breath. "Just remember, I know where you sleep." Frank called out over your head, his touch leaving once again only to chuck her shoe at the staircase. Or at least that's only what you could assume. You weren't about to look and let Frank see how flustered you really were. Besides, he didn't seem to mind, as his arms easily coiled around your waist.
When their steps finally faded and your breathing leveled out, you turned your head, cheek now pressed up against his shoulder instead. "So, uh...are we done now?" You asked, unsure. You'd held up your end of the bargain, right? Now you'd leave and in a couple of days the whole thing will have blown over. The thought made your heart jump into your throat, could you even face him after this? He would return to his usual cold indifference to you, while you struggled to push the phantom feelings of his lips on yours away.
He pulled you closer to him, this time without the suggestive motive behind it, just an attempt to keep you close. He turned slightly, his lips ghosting against your forehead. "Do you want to be?" His voice was a whisper, hesitant like he was afraid of your answer.
Your heart skipped and you pulled away from him, leaning back in his lap. A grin tugging at your lips, and you tilted your head questioningly. "Frank Morrison, are you asking me out for real?" A faint blush that reached all the to the tips of his ears blossomed across his features. "If your answer is yes...then yeah, I am."
You closed the distance and kissed him again, mumbling a happy 'yes' into his mouth.
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