#Amos and his comfort idiot

[latin5mamii]

Could you write something about Carlos being super cute and affectionate with you after a match, because after he saw you in the stands he started playing better and ended up winning the game (maybe even saying how much he loves you in the post match interview)?

Family - Carlos Alcaraz

Warnings:only cuteness like always

Summary: You're your boyfriend's lucky charm.

Genre: fluff, Carlos Alcaraz x reader

Author's note: girl i loved writing this!🎀

You should be on court watching your boyfriend play,but somehow you’re still doing your photoshoot for Vogue and you can’t turn them down of course. While you wait for them,you pick up your phone and watch the results of the live match on google. “Fuck,he’s losing” you whisper,wishing you were there to comfort him.

“Alcaraz lost the first set and it looks like he’s losing even the second.It looks bad for him and since it’s only a 3 sets ATP he can’t catch up on the game so easily.Wondering how he’ll do in wimbledon if he plays like this” Says the commenter, in fact he’s not playing well,he knows it and he can’t stand it. How could he let this man win over him?

“Carlos, tienes que concentrarte, intentar jugar mejor y pensar antes de actuar, ¿de acuerdo?” (Carlos you have to focus, try to play better and think before doing something, ok?)

Carlos nods at the words of his coach and comes back on court,hoping to not disappoint the people that he loves,especially his girlfriend.He’ used to win and accepting the fact that he could lose against someone who isn't even in the 10 top rank makes him so furious with himself.

Finally you get to the court and you start going towards the seat reserved for you in the front seats, next to Juanki and his team.Finally Juanki sees you and welcomes you next to him.

"No está jugando bien, ¿verdad?" (He's not playing good, isn't he?)You ask him, hoping for a good response. He shakes his head negatively, and you can't help but think about how bad he must be feeling, especially since you know how he can be so hard on himself. You can't help but support him through thick and thin.

He has now to serve,but all of a sudden he sees you in the crowd. You mime with your lips an "Te Amo" encouraging him with a smile, a comforting smile,hoping that this will help him.

“El esta loco por ti créeme.” (He's crazy for you, believe me)

Juanki says,you can’t help but smile at his words. You start to think how life would seem incomplete without him and on how you’ve been so lucky by founding him, someone who supports you and would always by your side.Sometimes you think you don’t even deserve his love, that he’s too much for you.Of course you support him in everything you can, but he just does it better; on how he holds you in his arms and tells you that everything’s okay.He is a cure for every ailment for you.

You don’t even realize that he has won the second set and he feels more energetic than ever.It feels like he’s playing for his life,and this is one of the things what made you fall in love:He never gives up,no matter what.

He finally wins the match and you’re waiting for him in the room next to the press room conference,with a big screen showing his interview.

“Carlos, we noticed that in the first set of the match you were distracted and really made some unforced mistakes. What do you think changed from the first set to the second and the third where you played so much better?” “Uhm, I would say that that’s because my girlfriend arrived during the second set and let’s say that she’s kinda my lucky charm.”

Everyone laughs at his words and you can’t help but smile and chuckle a bit.

“No seriously,I really do think that’s true;she’s the love of my life,and i could imagine starting a family with her.I just want to say that you’ll always need someone that stays with you no matter what,even if you’re a bit idiot like me”

The press conference ends and you’re on the verge of crying hearing the words that he spent on you.You knew that he loves you,but he’s just so sweet and pure,and you’re a bit emotional. You’re waiting for him in the same room as before,and as soon as he opens the door you can't help but to literally jump on him,with joy tears falling from your eyes.

“¿Por qué lloras amor?” (Why are you crying, love?)he asks, almost worried about you.

"Estoy tan feliz.Gracias por tus palabras sobre mí. Te amo mucho."

(I'm just so happy.Thank you for the words you spent about me.I love you so much)

“Esas palabras son simplemente verdad. Te amo más.”

(That words are just the truth.I love you more)

He says, whispering in your hear.

“De todos modos, hablando de formar una familia, ¿qué tal si empiezas una esta noche?”

(Anyways, talking about creating a family together, how about we start tonight?) "¿Por qué siempre tienes que arruinarlo todo?"

(Why do you always have to ruin everything?)

[qin-qin16]

Soube que vc é br, então espero que não se importe de uma ask em português (eu tenho um inglês péssimo, apesar de conseguir ler bem).

Já faz um tempo que não vejo conteúdo de nightmare × leitor, que tal alguns headcanons de como ele seria em um relacionamento? (Eu amo muito esse merdinha quero mastigar ele). Se puder, y/n pode ter pronomes neutros ou masculinos? Pfv

Nightmare relationship headcanons

cw.: Headcanons, gn!reader, Nightmare x Reader, kinda ooc Nightmare, but he is still mean, fluff, obvious teasing from him… 

note: Omg mais um brasileiro! Pode deixar comigo! Embaixo dessa versão em inglês tem uma em português se você quiser ler :D

You know that person who only shows affection through sarcastic remarks and mean-spirited laughs? Yeah, that’s exactly him;

He seems to take delight in your little daily blunders.  One moment you'll never forget was when you burned both of your dinners, and Nightmare, being the considerate partner he is, merely scoffed and said that it would make a perfect treat for Killer;

Then there was the time you tripped over your own feet (more than once, actually), and Nightmare joked that he’d get you one of those child harness backpacks so you wouldn’t keep falling flat on your face — all while grinning at you and sipping his bitter coffee.

Sometimes he doesn’t even comment at all when something happens — like when you wear a shirt inside out or mismatched socks — but you can feel his gaze following you, just waiting for you to notice something off or unusual about yourself;

And when you finally do, he can’t help but let out a sly chuckle;

Pet names? Forget about them. The only one you can recall being genuinely caring (and that was only when you pretended to be asleep while he whispered it to you) was “dear.” The rest were just condescending nicknames that sounded more like what he’d call his friends (minions, in his words): brat, idiot, and once, he even called you a dumb puppy just because you didn’t notice your mouth was covered in food!

Despite how deeply he could irritate you, there was also that hidden tender side that, although rarely seen, always left your lips quivering and your eyes on the verge of tears;

That time you burned dinner? Despite all his nasty comments, he was the one who cleaned up the mess and prepared something simple for you to eat later (all while comforting you in his own peculiar way, of course);

And those moments when you trip and almost fall flat on your face? Sure, he’ll never miss an opportunity to tease you, but recently, he’s started staying closer, with one of his tentacles hovering nearby, ready to catch you if you falter;

And you can’t forget the times he watches you while you ramble about your interests. Besides the occasional remark, he usually just observes you in silence, a glimmer of admiration in that beautiful orb of his;

But what moves you the most is how he’s always around;

Nightmare doesn’t need to eat — he himself says that something as mundane as food isn’t necessary for his survival — but he always insists on sitting with you during meals;

Nightmare doesn’t need to sleep; he lost that need many years ago. Yet, he still lies down next to you every night. Over time, you’ve grown accustomed to the soft light of the lamp by his bed, as he prefers to read while you sleep since he doesn’t need rest;

For someone who claims to be so magnificent, he certainly seems to cherish this more ordinary life with you.

Versão em português!

Você sabe aquela pessoa que só sabe demonstrar afeição através de comentários sarcásticos e risadas maldosas? É, é exatamente ele. 

Ele parece divertir-se com seus pequenos infortúnios cotidianos - um momento que você nunca vai esquecer foi quando você conseguiu queimar o jantar de vocês dois e Nightmare, sendo um bom amante, apenas bufou e disse que aquilo seria um ótimo petisco para Killer;

Teve também a vez em que você tropeçou nos próprios pés (mais de uma vez, na verdade), e Nightmare comentou que iria comprar aquelas mochilas guias de criança para você, assim ele conseguiria evitar com que você caisse de cara no chão tantas vezes assim - tudo isso enquanto sorria com escárnio na sua direção, tomando aquele maldito café amargo dele;

As vezes ele nem comenta nada quando algo acontece - como quando você veste alguma blusa do avesso, ou usa meias de cores diferentes -, mas você sente aquele olho perseguir sua figura por onde você passa, só esperando você notar algo de estranho ou diferente em você;

E quando você finalmente nota, ele ainda solta uma risadinha maliciosa;

E os apelidos carinhosos? Pode esquecer. O único que você se lembra de ser amoroso (e ainda foi quando você fingiu estar dormindo enquanto ele sussurrou ele para você) foi “querida”, de resto foram apenas apelidos condescendente e claramente algo que ele chamaria os amigos/minions dele: pirralha, idiota, uma vez ele te chamou de dumb puppy só porque você não viu que sua boca estava suja de comida!

Contudo, por mais que ele te irritasse profundamente, tinha também aquele lado carinhoso escondido, que por mais raramente que aparecesse, ainda sim sempre deixava seus lábios tremidos e seus olhos com vontade de chorar;

Aquela vez que você queimou o jantar? Por mais que ele tenha feito vários comentários maldosos, foi ele o responsável por limpar toda a bagunça e ainda fazer algo simples para vocês comerem depois (tudo isso enquanto ainda confortava você, do jeito estranho dele, claro);

E às vezes em que você tropeça e quase cai de cara? Óbvio, ele não vai deixar de tirar sarro da sua cara, mas ultimamente ele começou a andar mais coladinho a você, com um dos tentáculos dele rondando seu entorno, pronto para qualquer passo em falso seu;

E claro, não tem como esquecer os momentos em que ele olha para você quando você começa a tagarelar de seus interesses - tirando um comentário aqui e ali, ele normalmente apenas encarava você em silêncio, um certo brilho de admiração naquela bolinha azul dentro da órbita ocular dele;

Porém, aquilo que mais comove você é o fato dele sempre estar por perto;

Nightmare não precisa comer - como ele mesmo diz, ele não necessita de algo tão entediante como comer para sobreviver -, mas ele sempre faz questão de sentar com você durante as refeições;

Nightmare não precisa dormir, ele perdeu essa necessidade a muitos anos atrás, mas mesmo assim ele sempre deita ao seu lado - com o tempo, você se acostumou com a fraca luz do abajur ao lado da cama dele, já que, por não dormir, ele prefere ler enquanto você dorme;

Para alguém que se diz ser tão grandioso, ele definitivamente parece gostar dessa vida mais mundana ao seu lado. 

[pleasantglitterflower]

MEETING THE MESSI FAMILY (JOE BURROW x MESSI! READER)

The Vogue World show ended and Luisa Messi breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't take it anymore, as she faced a crazy marathon in the last few weeks of traveling for work, from London to Japan, passing through Greece, Morocco, New York and now ending in Paris. She loved her work and was very grateful for all the opportunities she had, but the modeling profession is like any other, and she always thinks it's wrong when people romanticize the profession, as if there was only the glamorous and luxurious side. She went to the dressing room she shared with her best friends Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid to change, Kendall and Gigi asked if she and her boyfriend would join their group of friends for the fashion show's afterparty, she confirmed their presence and if she said goodbye to her friends and went to meet her boyfriend.

Paris fashion week was very special for Luisa, especially because her boyfriend would be showing for the first time, and he is not someone unknown to the sport. Joe Burrow, Cincinnati Bengals quarterback began to show a side of himself that was previously unknown to his fans, as from that year onwards, he was willing to leave his comfort zone and experience new experiences, and this change would not have been possible if Luisa wasn't by his side encouraging him and rooting for him.

Luisa went to Joe's dressing room, and as soon as she saw him, she ran and jumped on him.

  - You were incredible, mi amor, incredible - Luisa says, leaving lots of kisses on Joe's face, who laughs at his girlfriend's excitement

 - I wouldn't have done it without you supporting me, mi princesa,te amo mucho - he ventures, speaking very slurred Spanish, kissing Luisa's neck.

-Joe, we're not at home, let's go to dinner soon, they're already waiting for us. Have Justin and the rest of the guys left?

-Yes, they're already gone, we're just missing, the security guards are already waiting for us at the exit through the restricted area

 - So let's go quickly, before they see us.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Luisa was at Joe's house to prepare a real Argentine feast, the quarterback was going to see what real food was, but the model had one more surprise for him.

-This is the chorizo ​​fillet- Luisa points happily to the juicy steak

- Wow, this looks great - he says cutting and trying the first bite - Hmmmmm, baby this is incredible, you need to take me to Argentina, I've never tasted anything so delicious - Joe says 

- Baby, since we're eating Argentine food, we're in that Argentine vibe, I need to tell you something

- Speak my love, what happened?

-Are you going to do something next Saturday?- she asks, at the same time as she bites into a large piece of steak. 

- No - he thinks a little

- So, let's meet the Messi family- She smiles

Joe dropped his fork, put his hand on his mouth and another on his chest.

-For God's sake, anything but that- he begs

- There's no need to be like that, they'll be nice - she tries to help

- Punches me in the face, kicks me, break me, calls me an idiot, but doesn't make me go there - he puts on his best pity face

- Don't even come Joe, we're going to see them - she stamps her foot

And that's when Joe realized he was in trouble.

The days passed in a hurry and Joe doesn't know how to put into words how disturbed his state of mind is.

Packing the bags was almost a sacrifice, with each piece of clothing being picked up with a different complaint, he loves her very much, but he's sure that this next step doesn't have to be postponed, but rather, removed from the new couple's to-do guide.

   Luisa and Joe have been together for almost a year, and as two public figures, they have so far successfully kept their relationship secret. The quarterback started talking to the Argentinean on Instagram shortly after ending a long-term relationship. The relationship over time fell into a routine and Joe was only with his ex for comfort and convenience, but he had been unhappy for a long time and was cheating on his ex frequently, until he got tired of this unhappiness and ended the relationship. 

In their first face-to-face date, in a restaurant in New York, Joe was very sincere and confessed to Luisa about his history of betrayals, but assured her that he was going to be a new man, a good man for her, as he was already completely in love. by the beautiful Argentinean who was born in Spain. Luisa was suspicious, but as she was also already very enchanted by the blue-eyed blonde, she decided to give him a chance. The first-born Messi had also recently ended her relationship with Barcelona player Pedri González, as their busy schedules meant they saw very little of each other, but they both remain friends.

The big issue is that after a year, Joe had still not met Lionel Messi and Antonella Roccuzzo, Luisa's parents, due to a great fear of the quarterback facing in person the best football player in the world who was now his father-in-law. On every occasion that Luisa tried to organize for them to meet, Joe would make up an excuse or take advantage of his commitments with the Bengals team to not meet Leo. Luisa was always understanding of the situation, but her father was not. For a person who has always shown calm and tranquility, Messi appeared impatient with Burrow, sending him an unkind message via Instagram direct.

“Of course boludo,

It's really good if you run away, because know that when I see you, I'll have to be prepared for when we're all in one place.

I'm not kidding, especially when it comes to my eldest daughter's feelings and integrity, I've never spared any effort to protect my little girl and it won't be with an American playboy who plays a supposed sport called “football” that I'm going to change my principles. ”

Joe blinked in disbelief, did he really read that? If he questioned.

-Don't notice, dad is as dramatic as a classic Argentine soap opera, it's that Latin American cliché, he didn't even let me see what he wrote in that message- Luisa smiles.

Joe frowned, reading the message again and asking if it was a joke.

  Arriving at the airport, he had nowhere to run.

   - My dad will love meeting you - he hears her talking, all smiling

   - Not as much as my brothers, they are so adorable, since they moved to the USA, they say they want to play basketball,dad goes crazy - she comments laughing 

- Dad is so scary when he's on the field, when I started dating Pedri, he threatened to break his legs if he betrayed me, you had to see the poor guy's scared face - Luisa tells the story, laughing a lot 

Joe at that moment wonders if she loves him or hates him. The mood became lighter when they disembarked and took a taxi to head to the Messi family mansion in Miami.

  During the journey, they come across a large poster of Messi in an Inter Miami advertisement.

- What is it like being the daughter of Lionel fucking Messi?

- People always ask me this, for me it's normal, dad is like any other father who loves, cares, is demanding and strict when necessary. He always does everything for me and my brothers and the main lesson he makes a point of always talking about is simplicity and humility, this is certainly the most valuable inheritance he will leave us - she says with her eyes shining 

Joe looks at her with admiration in his eyes

- You know that I love you, you know? 

- I did know - Luisa takes his hand and kisses it with love

-So now with this information how about we leave, I hate feeling arrogant and getting into a losing situation, I can't do that, how about I don't know if we meet your parents in a place and then run away from them, I don't like stay in the environment where they hate me-

Luisa sighed at the request, not knowing what to do, she didn't want Joe to feel obligated to do anything, but it was already going on too long.

-I understand what you're feeling, but I haven't even had a week to meet your parents, they thought it was important, so mine think it's important too-

-Honey, just pretend that we live in a world like we used to, where women came to men's families and only it matters- He gives a nervous smile.

- -Of course I understand, so in this case you haven't yet gone to ask permission from my father and my brothers, because in the world as in the past, men asked permission from other men, you can take advantage today to do that- Joe quickly refused to do that.

- -Relax, darling, it will only be a few days at their house and...- He cuts her off quickly.

- Days at their house? What do you mean by that, have you ever heard of a hotel? Luisa we need our privacy, I need my privacy, there's the jet leg and everything, look I'm American, I don't want to seem like an idiot, rich, spoiled to your family the first time and they don't need to know about my quirks or habits right now- Joe starts gesturing and getting restless in the car trying to explain himself.

- Hotels around here at this time of year are difficult, because of the beaches, but look on the bright side-                                       -What good side?- Joe claps his hands on his thighs indignantly.

- We're here now- She pointed to the side, turned off the car and removed her seat belt, while Joe next to him practically passed out. 

- My God, the driver always speaks first - he massages his own chest

Luisa and Joe identified themselves at the entrance of the huge mansion complex, and then headed to the Messi house. Burrow was mentally praying that nothing would get out of control and that he would make it out of these days with his Argentine family alive.

  Luisa presses the doorbell and her mother Antonella opens the door smiling. -Hija, como te extrañé - the older woman hugs her daughter 

- Mommy, the countdown is already counting down to see you, where are daddy and the boys?

- Your father has already started preparations for the barbecue, and the boys are playing ball - Antonella responds, and then looks at Joe - we have a special visit from our daughter

- I almost forgot to introduce you, mom this is Joe Burrow, my boyfriend, Joe this is Antonella Roccuzzo, my mother 

- Nice to meet you Mrs. Roccuzzo - he raises his hand to greet Antonella, but she is quicker and pulls him into a hug 

- Without these formalities my dear, you can just call me Anto, I'm finally meeting the boy who is messing with my daughter's heart

- I'm completely in love with her Mrs…Anto, she also touches my heart - Joe kisses Luisa's cheek, who is embarrassed 

- Let's go to the backyard guys, Joe, you'll get along great with Leo and the boys. You have brothers ?

- Yes, I have two older brothers, and I have four nephews 

- That's cool, so you seem to be really good with kids 

- Yes, I am, I really like their sincerity

They walked through the huge mansion until they reached the leisure area, where Messi was cutting and placing meat to roast on the barbecue and Thiago, Matteo and Ciro, Luisa's younger brothers, were excitedly playing football around the place, while reggaeton served as a ambient sound of the place.

- Honey, they've arrived! Children, look at your sister here - Antonella screams, the boys run towards Luisa to hug her

  - Lisaaaaaaa

   - My boys, how I missed you - Luisa hugs her brothers tightly, until they pull away and look at Joe, his height scared them 

   - Who is he? - Thiago asks 

    - This is Joe boys, he is my boyfriend, Joe these three little men are my younger brothers, Thiago, Matteo and Ciro

   - Nice to meet you boys, I'm Joe - he shakes hands with the three children, who return the greeting shyly 

- Joe brought a present for you boys, give it to them - Luisa says to the quarterback 

Joe opens the relatively large bag, and gives his brothers-in-law three autographed Cincinnati Bengals jerseys personalized with their respective names, as well as three small ball footballs

NFL.

  - These are the shirts of my football team, friends, and this is the American football ball

  - That's not football, real football is what dad plays - Thiago says

- What an ugly and strange ball - Matteo doesn't miss the opportunity to criticize

- Boys, don't be rude, he does play football, but the football he plays is different - Antonella explains

- That's not a ball, they're a circle, they're round - Ciro says seeing the NFL ball

- You use the wrong ball, this is the football ball - Thiago points to the round ball 

- If you play football, why don't you play with Pulisic on the US national team? -Matteo asks Joe, who is scared by the ability of three small children to scare him

- Boys, I play American football, it's different from round ball football, the rules are different, the names of the positions are different, it's totally different

- Are you a striker? - Ciro asks

- No, I play quarterback 

- What's that?

-The quarterback is the main player of a team in American football, he is responsible for throwing the ball, I am responsible for the team's attack.

- So you're a striker like dad? - Matteo asks

- In a way yes, although the rules are different

Leo was quiet, carefully watching Joe's interaction with his younger children, the Argentine didn't take his eyes off his son-in-law, and he could see from his gaze how much he was controlling himself so as not to appear nervous in front of him.

   - Boys, leave the boy alone. Nice to meet you Joe, I'm Lionel Messi, Luisa's father - the Argentinian squeezes Joe's hand tightly, who disguised his nervousness

- Nice to meet you Mr Messi, I'm Joe Burrow

- Please boy, just call me Leo, I'm only 37 years old, I'm not that old 

Joe lets out a nervous laugh. 

- Boys, you'll have time to ask Joe lots of questions, now go to the living room and play video games while the barbecue isn't ready yet, Joe, would you like to help me prepare the barbecue? After all, you are now part of an Argentine family, you have to know what real food is-The older man didn't fail to notice that Joe looked nervously at Luisa, who encouraged him to accept

  - Yes sir, I mean Leo, it will be a pleasure 

- That's great, love, so Luisa will come and help me prepare dessert, let's go, daughter - Antonella says, pulling Luisa by the hands ,then Leo guides Joe with basic instructions on how to use the equipment to prepare the meat, until the older man starts talking.

- You know Joe, I became Luisa's father when I was 17 years old, it was very complicated at the time, as I had just debuted as a professional player at Barcelona, ​​my career has always been very demanding and I was often not at home to follow the full growth of her, but one thing I always promised and I feel like I fulfilled my role as a father very well: I never let anyone hurt my daughter's heart, I always supported her in everything she wanted to do and I always taught her to always remain humble . Do anything with me, but if you mess with my family, you will find a lot of problems. I'm very calm, but harm someone in my family and I'll harm you - Messi clenches his fists and hits the table, making Joe open his eyes wide and mentally pray that Luisa appears and gets him out of there.

- Joe, I'm not an idiot. When Luisa told me she was meeting you, I made a point of doing in-depth research about you, and to no surprise, I found news about you having cheated on your ex-girlfriend several times.

- Leo, I can explain…

- Joe, I own the word here. What you did or didn't do with your ex-girlfriends, whether you cheated or didn't cheat, which other women you've had sex with, I don't care, what really interests me is Luisa's happiness. In these years of my career, I have seen many colleagues destroy their families due to momentary promiscuity, I have seen and still see a lot of rotten things in the world of football, many colleagues have sunk their personal and professional lives due to wrong choices, and my biggest fear My daughter would one day suffer at the hands of men like these. I had everything I needed to follow a similar path, but that wasn't how my family raised me, my mother always taught me to respect people and especially women. I knew since we were children that Antonella was my soulmate and the love of my life, and our destinies were already predestined, I never needed to have those temptations that the sports environment has.

When Luisa talks about you, she speaks with the same eyes shining with love as I do when talking about Antonella. So Joe, I am giving my most precious jewel into your hands, so I ask that you take good care of her and treat her as she should be treated, Luisa is a princess, she is a goddess, she is one of the people with the most soulful Sweetest man in the world, if I find out about any of the shit you've done to my daughter, your career will be terminated prematurely, do we understand? - At that moment, Messi angrily cuts a steak with a large knife, looking directly into Joe's eyes with a frightening look, at that moment the quarterback is petrified.

- Yes, Leo, I will never hurt Luisa, I am very much in love with her and I am capable of giving my life for her, she is the first woman I have truly fallen in love with, you can rest assured that she is safe with me - Joe speaks with a firm voice, but still afraid of Messi's threats

      - That's exactly what I like to hear, kid. And since you're joining our family, there are three fundamental rules you need to follow 

  - Of course Leo, what are the rules?

   -First rule: the main one is to treat Luisa like a goddess and not do anything that breaks her heart

- Second rule: you are in a family of Argentineans, so try to intensify your studies in Spanish, your Spanish is horrible, I always had difficulties learning English and since I came to Miami, I have studied a lot to be able to speak English, so I hope you do the same, as you need to be part of our culture

- Third and final rule, but not the least important: in my house, I don't want that talk of “soccer”, or any similar shit, are we understood?

- Yes Leo, but…

- There are no buts, it's football and that's the end of the matter. Your sport is not football, it has nothing to do with real football. American football is nothing more than a poorly made copy of rugby

-Leo... - Joe tries to speak

- And you still have the courage to call yourselves world champions when you win that shitty Super Bowl? Wow, how can you be a world champion if only teams from the same country compete in the league?

-Leo... - Joe tries to speak again successless

- I AM A LEGITIMATE WORLD CHAMPION!!! I played in a World Cup with 32 teams from each country and won all my games, in that wonderful game against France, you watched it, right?

- Of course Leo, the whole world was watching that game, I was even supporting Argentina

- You know very well that even if you win the Super Bowl or some shit like that, it doesn't come close to winning the World Cup or the Champions League, right?

- But…

- I wasted precious time of my life watching the super bowl, what a lack of organization when handing out the trophy, without any elegance, FIFA is corrupt as hell Joe, but at least they know how to organize a decent awards ceremony, LEARN THE FUCK

- Leo, it's not me who's part of the organization, it's the NFL

- That's why your sport is not worthy of being called football, that's it, subject closed, are we understood?

Joe nodded without being able to breathe, he was definitely afraid of Messi. If his friend Ja'marr were here, he would laugh until 2084 when he saw your scared face. The difference in height between Messi and Burrow is funny, but we can see that height doesn't mean anything, as the giant Joe is scared shitless of Messi. Finally the barbecue is ready and the family gets together for lunch.

Luisa asks Joe softly

- What was it like helping dad?

- It was great, honey, it was really good - Joe says, forcing a smile

- He didn't say anything much to you, right? - she asks worriedly 

- No, my love, that's it, we just had men's conversations - Joe says, forcing a smile

- If he says anything to you, don't hesitate to let me know, okay?

-Of course my love- he gives her a peck

And so was the beginning of Joe Burrow's adventure as a new member of the Messi clan. As time went by, Messi accepted Joe, and saw that he was wrong in his previous judgment about his character. Luisa and Joe lived a fairytale relationship, the Argentinean was proposed shortly after the Bengals' victory in the Super Bowl in 2025, the wedding took place in February 2026 with ceremonies in Argentina and the USA, Messi cried profusely when taking her daughter to the altar and never failing to leave her classic threat to Joe, and the family soon expanded, with Luisa giving birth to twins Jordan and Mason, who were identical copies of Joe, and so the Messi-Burrow family followed suit. life with lots of love and happiness.

Spanish dictionary:

mi amor- my love 

mi princesa- my princess 

te amo mucho- i love you so much 

boludo- asshole 

Hija, como te extrañé- daughter, i’ve missed you

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.”

“I love you.”

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

Antonio Dawson

Antonio Dawson: Witness  

I’m so sorry this took me so long to get too. I’ve been neglecting my inbox- and didn’t even realize there will still requests in there. I hope this was worth the wait love. I appreciate the request <3 Much love 

You were leaving in the morning. Witness protection. Everyone kept promising it was going to be temporary. It was just until you testified. Then you could get back to your life. You were sitting on the bed in the safe house when Antonio came in. His badge hanging around his neck and his gun was strapped to his hip. He commands the room and with a nod the other officers start trickling out, leaving the studio apartment empty except for the two of them. 

He sits down next to you pushing your hair behind your ear and kissing the top of your head. You sink into his side, the sharp musk of the leather of his jacket comforting you. “What am I doing Antonio? I feel like an idiot for getting myself into this. If I testify- I'm signing my own death warrant.” 

“Could you live with yourself if you didn’t?” Tears stream down your face even as you shake your head. The gang member had killed two tender-aged children. If you didn’t testify the guy would go free. Those children would never get the justice they deserved, their parents the closure they desperately needed. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?”  

“Proud of me? I’m terrified Antonio. I’m selfish- I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to have to worry about my safety. Constantly having to look over my shoulder. I know they say I will be able to go back to my life after I testify but we both know the gang won’t let me get away with it. I will, most likely, continue to be a target long after this trial- However long that will take.”  

“And you are doing it anyways.” His voice is even and sure. His calloused fingers wiped your tears away, kissing your cheeks. “That is so brave baby.” 

“And what about us?” Antonio tilted his head in confusion. You roll your eyes pushing at his chest, “I don’t expect you to wait for me. I may never come back.” A wet sob falls from your mouth at the thought of losing the man you desperately loved. Antonio instantly wrapped you in his arms pulling you onto his lap. He hummed softly, shushing you with soft Spanish words. 

“Te amo baby.” He runs his fingers through your hair gripping the strands and tugging to make you look up at him. “I love you and I will wait as long as I have to. I’m not letting you go- no matter what I have to do. I promise- okay.” You nod vigorously and he lets you bury your face back into his neck as he lays you both back onto the bed.  

“Try and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.” You feel safer in his embrace than you have since you witnessed the shooting weeks ago. You doubt you will be able to sleep but you cocoon yourself in him regardless. You want to indulge in his touch as long as you can. 

Because when the morning comes you know you will have to let him go.     

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Hilarious but inappropriate shirts

Modern Davron

Davos and Aeron buy each other inappropriate shirts that they have to wear in public. Davos has to wear the black shirt. Aeron has to wear the blue shirt.

It goes well until they go to a bar and men are hitting on both of them. It escalates into Davos getting jealous enough of all the men trying to steal Aeron that he starts a bar fight with the next idiotic man that hits on him. While Davos is beating the shit out of the man, he tells the man that only he’s allowed to double stuff Aeron not him that shirt was not an invitation for a threesome. Davos thinks Aeron will be impressed that “defended” his honor, Aeron is not and now he’s mad that they’re getting kicked out and banned from the bar.

At a different bar a man comes up to Davos saying that he can definitely break his hole if he wants him to, there’s a handicap stall big enough for the two of them. Aeron over hears that and having had enough of men hitting on Davos walks up to the man and tells him to fuck off. Only he’s allowed to break Davos’s hole and heart, not some random ugly stranger. Aeron doesn’t have to fight the man but they do get permanently banned from that bar, because the man that Aeron called ugly was the owners son.

Davos and Aeron agree that they’ll only wear those shirts in the comfort of their home. It’s also how they traumatize Amos and Willem who both stopped by unannounced for a nice family dinner. Neither man wanted to be reminded that Aeron and Davos fucked.

[officialfics]

feed me some gavi fluff pls 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

A/N: I don’t know why, but this ask gave me the motivation to write. I don’t think I have ever whipped something up quicker, thank you anon🙌

•••

Tangled up under a light blanket. Warm clothes, his sweatshirt. Flushed cheeks and soft kisses. It was a rainy day and you were at your boyfriends. Watching movies wasn’t the ideal plan, Gavi had planned another perfect date for two of you to enjoy. Unfortunately it didn’t go as planned. 

As the rain poured down outside, the cozy living room was filled with the soft glow of the TV screen. The two young lovers, curled up on the couch, were lost in the romantic drama playing out before them. Her body was nuzzled against his sting figure and the smell of his perfume was intoxicating. Like a love spell only in her veins.

Cuddles.

You rested your head on Gavi’s chest. His arm wrapped around you. You let out a contented sigh, feeling his warm on top of her head. The sound of rain tapping against the window added to the peaceful ambiance of the room.

Even though the day didn’t go as planned you two were happy to spend it together, just the two of you. You had ordered in some pizza and were now lost in the TV show, enjoying each other's company.

As you were more lost in the story the narrator. Gavi couldn’t help but steal glances at you. Feeling grateful to have you in his life. People were always hard on him wanting him to stay single forever, but selfishly forgot that everyone needs a shoulder to lean on on those hard days. The comfort that is so addicting. 

You looked up at him, eyes shining with love.  You felt content in his arms, loved. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips.  You kissed him back and a rush of warmth was brought to his chest. 

-Te amo- you whispered in between kisses. 

-Te amo más- he whispered back in the same loving tone.

You were about to pull away till he pulled you back in for another kiss, only now smiling against your lips. the rains still pouring outside. Continued to prove a soothing backdrop to the peaceful afternoon. 

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t realise his family in the background. Unpacking their groceries quietly. His sisters giggles should have been heard and she wondered how you got her brother looking like an idiot totally head over heals, in love.

Still caught up in each other’s embrace. Looking at the TV every once in a while to keep up with the story. Discussing the plot. 

The sound of Auroras phone taking picture finally got you out of the isolated love bubble, but it was too late. She had already captured the romantic moment. 

Gavi got up running after her, acting like a total fool, yet he only wanted to send it to himself, to add to his secret albums of picture full of you. 

You went to help out his parents with dinner, all while hearing Gavis scream coming from the other side of the house. 

Aurora posted the picture to he instagram story. 

Captioned; 

what they have ❤️🥹

[winniethewife]

*clears throat*

Hi, dearest Winnie❤️

Okay, so remember my very first ask of you ages ago was how moon boys were in an argument?

I'm here with another angsty thing, angst queen😈❤️

We know they are humans, right?

So they aren't always lovie-dovie, cute, and attentive to their partner. Especially after some years of spending together.

Like, some shit might happen and get them into a grumpy mood. I see this mostly with Marc, but I want your headcanons about all three and as their partner how to deal with them.

And oh, what gets them to be that upset to be a lil mean or avoidant to reader?

THIS HAPPENS OKAY?

I will fight anyone who says no, the boys are so in love that nothing like this could happen blah blah

They are human and they can feel down just like us and snap at the smallest things🤷🏻‍♀️

Hello Maniiii, this is very true, real people aren't always happy, even in a good relationship. So here we go.

Moody Moon-Knight System headcanons

Warning: violence, self-deprecation, general toxicity, alcohol consumption

Marc

Its hard to tell when Marc is in a real foul mood because he always seems grumpy

But at some point he'll get really snippy, every little thing seems to throw him off, the kettle going off, some small mess that Steven left out, he reacts with anger every time.

"This place is a fucking mess. Can't find anything in all this...shit!"

He doesn't shout much because Yelling reminds him of his mother, but he will snap and raise his voice.

When asked He doesn't want to talk about it. He avoids like its his full time job.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone!"

the hardest part is, there's not much you can do, when he gets like this he hardly recognizes anything you do to help, and if you fight back he shuts down even more.

the best way to help him, is to wait it out, he'll eventually come back.

Steven

Steven is hardly ever in a bad mood, so when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed it is an immediate upset to the day

When he's in a bad mood, he will be very self-deprecating, taking his bad mood out on himself.

"I'm sorry I'm such an idiot love, I honestly don't know why you keep me around."

when he's in a bad mood he gets very weepy and easily frustrated. Seeking out your affection and approval.

He'll usually give up on the day and just curl up in bed, staring at the wall and muttering to himself.

"Worthless, Just worthless."

the best thing you can do is take care of him, you could talk all day about how he's not any of the things he's not but it will go unheard. its best just to cuddle up with him and keep him company while he works though it.

Jake

When Jake is in a bad mood, he gets violent. the first time this happens he throws a plate in frustration and nearly missed you, it flew past your head and crashed into the wall behind you. That scared him.

after that first time, the only way you know Jake is in a bad mood is you wake up alone, a note hastily scribbled left on the pillow next to you.

"Out Driving."

you won't see him again until very late, some times drunk, but usually in a weird mood.

once or twice He has left for more than one day, and those times are the worst. not knowing where he was or whether or not he was okay.

No matter how long he wad gone he would always come back.

He'll want to lay in your lap and watch comfort TV with you after a long day(s) of avoiding his feelings.

He'll fall asleep there if you let him. mumbling slightly in his sleep.

"Gracias por quedarse. Te amo." Thank you for staying. I love you

~

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Masterlist

[stanathanxoox]

Dwayne Pride Masterlist Update 2/1/2024

Dwayne Pride x reader

Catch Up

Big Wide World

Calm Before the Storm

Too Big

Hold You

Piano Confessions

Angel

Surprise

Fighting For You

Caring

High Praise

Too Close

Reassurance

Christmas Playlist

You Burnt The Turkey

Freezing

At Least You Tried

Out With The Old, In With The New

Made Up My Mind

Exes and Ohs

Unforgettable

Miscommunication

Drenched

Laughter

Worry

I Can’t Stop

Bad and Good

Ti Amo

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Blind Date

No More Secrets

Anniversary

Asking For Help

Back Home

Warming Up

His and Her Hats

Sneaky

Baking

Snuggling

Road Trip

Holding Closely

Blind Date

Grief

My Ship Has Sailed

Dark Past

Extended Family

Can’t Stand To See You Cry

Walk Out That Door…

I Don’t Share

Accused

Surrounded By Idiots

Stormy Weather

Hope Your Happy

You Drunk?

Much Needed Comfort

Spilled Beans (Tammy Gregorio x reader)

Stubborn

Day Together

New Year’s Kiss

Happy Birthday

Our Little Fighter

Don’t Forget To Remember Me

Everytime We Touch

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

Shaking

Lazy Morning

God Knows

You Don't Have To

Chubby Thighs

Honeymoon Suite

Rushing To Your Side

Intruders

Perfectly Matched

Not For Anyone

Interrupted

Photoshoot

My Wife's A Badass

Shush I've Got You

[callsigndragon]

Make it Spicy | 17. the call (written)

Warnings: idiots in live

word count: 1k

A/N:there's only three chapters left aaaa :(

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Comments, likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated

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You unlock Mickey’s number, and it only takes him a few seconds to call you. He has never called you before, and you had agreed on not sending videos or audios, or calling each other. It kept the magic of not knowing who the person was on the other side of the phone. It was special. 

You should have called each other earlier... So all this mess could have been avoided. 

You swipe the button, accepting the call, and press the phone to your ear. 

“Hey,” he whispers at the other end of the line. 

“It's... weird to hear your voice without you yelling at me or my Nana," you mumble, wrapping an arm around your legs, bringing them close to your chest.

"I'm so sorry for all the things I've said to you and your grandma. I went to her restaurant this afternoon, but it was closed." 

"Oh, yeah. She closes one day every week, so all of her workers can have two days off every week. Sundays and another day. It changes each week." You explain it to him, moving your fingers over the seam of your pants. 

"That's really nice," he says, speaking a bit louder than before. "Pepper, I was an idiot." 

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a bit overwhelmed by this whole situation. You don't want to cry again. "I tried to talk with you, but… you blocked me." 

"And I'll never forgive myself for that," he adds quickly, feeling horrible about his actions. "I was… so mad. All I could think is that you, Susie’s granddaughter, were my Pepper." 

“And was it so bad that I was your Pepper?” You ask, feeling your throat close due to the lump of emotions. 

“I thought so at first, but then I realized that it was the best thing that could have happened to me.” You swear that he’s smiling right now. 

“Why?” 

“Because you live in my city, really close to me, you’re really who you said you were: a chef. And you have been telling the truth all this time!” 

You scoff, lying down on your bed. “You thought I was lying?” 

“Ninety percent of the people who fall in love on the internet end up finding out that they were lied to, and that the other person was catfishing.” He explains, and you know he’s right. That’s why you wanted to see a picture of him before agreeing to be more. “And that was my biggest fear.” 

“Neither of us was catfishing,” you say, smiling a bit at the idea of being completely truthful with each other. 

“Yeah, we didn’t.” 

“But one of us was an idiot.” 

“Amor, I wasn’t the only one that talked about blocking.” His voice sounds more lightweight, as if he had noticed the subtle change in the tone of the conversation. 

“I like when you call me that.” You admit, biting your lip. 

“Amor?” 

“Yeah… It means love, right?” 

“Yes, it means love.” 

“Sounds better in Spanish, though.” 

“A lot of things sound better in Spanish.” You hear him shifting in his bed, maybe adjusting his position to be more comfortable. 

“Like what? Tell me some examples.” 

“Hmmm… Lo siento. It means ‘I’m sorry’” 

“Huh, that’s cool.” 

“Then there’s perdóname. It means ‘forgive me’” 

You chuckle, realizing the intentions behind his choice of words. “Go on.” 

“And then there’s te amo.” 

You feel your whole face heating up at the way he pronounces the last words. The soft, husky voice whispering such a confession in your ear... You kind of wish he was there to say it face to face. 

“I think I know what that one means.” 

“Yeah?” He keeps using the same tone, and you know that if you were standing right now, your knees would be weak. “What does it mean?” 

“I love you.” You reply, hugging your pillow and wishing it was him instead. 

“I love you too, Peps.” 

You get up from the bed, shocked by how he twisted your words. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Don’t lie to yourself, you love me.” 

“Well yeah, but I was saying—” You stop talking when you hear him laugh. “Smooth, Garcia. Really smooth.” 

He laughs, and you marvel at the beautiful sound. “How much do I have to grovel so you can forgive me?” 

“You said sorry a lot of times already. And you tried to apologize to my grandma, too.” 

“I’ll be there tomorrow as soon as she opens the door.” He promises, and you believe him. 

“Apologize to her, and cook for me those super special tamales you always talk about.” 

“They’re spicy, and the last time you tried one of my spicy recipes, you ended throwing up.” He recalls, making you roll your eyes. 

“It was one time, Miguel.”

He laughs out loud, remembering the dozens of messages you sent him while trying to overcome the pain of that spicy recipe. “And somehow you ended up with Pepper as a nickname.” 

“Because you won’t ever let me live it down!” 

“Never.”

You stop for a second, thinking about how he has made you laugh in only a few minutes, making you forget how mad you were with him. “Mickey, I forgive you.”

“Don’t. Not yet. Let me earn it.” 

“But—” 

“Not yet,” he repeats. “Please.” 

“Okay. I'll take it back, then.” You pause, relishing the comfortable silence. “I missed you.” 

“I’ve missed you too, amor.” He sighs, and then, when you are sure that he’s going to hang up, he says. “Have you seen the Barbie movie trailer?” 

“OH MY GOD, YES! I have so many things to comment on.” 

“I have time.” 

And that’s how you spent hours talking about a movie trailer. Hours. 

Maybe it’s not about the movie... It’s just that you don’t want to hang up. You want to talk to him for hours. 

You two only stop talking when you end up falling asleep, Mickey calls your name softly a few times, and only hangs up when the only thing he can hear from the other side are your soft snores. He chuckles, and whispers good night before hanging up.

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[nottyourlover]

Faking it (pt 1)

summary: you and draco agree to fake date - (eventual) friends to lovers.

warnings: contains angst, pining and definitely inaccuracies mentioning potions.

word count: 1655.

“Just a bit longer, love,” Draco whispers, mouth close to your ear, making your position seem more intimate than it was. Or maybe it was just you who thought that.

You both sway to the music, Draco’s hands on the small of your back, and your hands are around his neck, your left one absent mindedly playing with the waves of hair on his nape. 

The other weddinggoers move around you, some pointing. Hushed whispers erupt around the room, many probably questioning who the mysterious lady with the famous Slytherin Prince was, as except for Cedric and probably Cho, no other Hogwarts students would be here.

“Draco, are you sure this is even working? I think we’re drawing attention.”

“Obviously we are drawing attention. You’re stunning, y/n.” he grins. 

You feel your stomach twist with a new sort of feeling. Draco had been complimenting you like that all evening, to the point where you weren’t sure if it was an act or not. 

No. It was all an act. Draco reciprocating your feelings was as likely as cats gaining the ability to read.

“Well, Dray, I guess you’re fine to look at as well,” you scoff. He feigns offense and leans closer to your ear again to whisper some more.

“My mother and father are looking, so don’t turn around.”

“Should I fake laugh, or something?” you whisper back, conspiratorially.

“Fake laugh? I’m plenty hilarious, y/n. No, just... lean in more,” Draco says, grasp on your waist tightening as he dips his head to lightly brush his mouth against the corner of yours.

Wow, it was warm in here. Hot, one might even say. Flames were covering your body-

“You okay, love?” Draco breaks you from your trance, but you nod unconvincingly.

“Don’t think about him, and just remember, he’s an idiot,” Draco says.

***

The morning of the wedding was a rollercoaster of emotions. You’d just been broken up with by Cedric Diggory, mascara streaming down and eyes puffy when Draco found you. Cedric had cheated on you with Cho Chang and that morning you went to confront him after Cho had come to your dorm late last night, apologizing over and over, saying she didn’t know you two were dating again. You were always an on-and-off couple with Cedric, and her apologies rang so genuine in your ears, you couldn’t blame Cho, (plus, who were you to allow women to be pitted against other women?). So, you set your mind up to confronting Cedric that next morning after first period, but you were the one who got broken up with. 

It was outrageous, and Draco had thought so too as he comforted you, the two of you sitting on your dorm bed. You were grateful for his listening skills, and he was ever the patient friend. 

***

“You’re too good to cry over him. He’s a bloody fool to cheat on you, y/n,” Draco said, brushing away a tear. You sniff in reply.

“My parents have got this wedding they’re invited to; Sadly, I’m forced to go. I hear Amos is officiating, so I suppose his son will be there.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Why not give them something to talk about? Come as my date, we can act.”

“We can act.” He says.

You’d let out a sob-laugh. Your friend, the one who had stolen your heart for years, was asking you to “act” like you were in love with him.

“No way you’re serious,” you had said, turning to look at him after sob-laughing some more. “Deadly serious, y/n,” Draco’s brow furrowed as if he was confused to why you thought he was joking. “Come on, love. You need some fun so let’s make that insufferable git jealous.” Draco smirked.

Letting out a soft laugh, you also started to smile. “Okay Draco, I’ll act with you.”

***

‘Okay Draco,’ you replay that morning’s conversation as your pulse races. ‘I’ll act with you.’ 

He’s kissing the side of your cheek, just as you dance past Cedric. As you twirl away, you see Cho’s sad smile from her seat next to him and you give her your own smile back. 

Draco suddenly drops his voice and whispers, “There’s something I’ve got to tell you later,”

“Yeah?” you reply.

“Yeah. But not now, because there’s so many people looking at you like you’re theirs.” 

He says ‘theirs’ strangely, like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden change in conversation makes you wary, cautious... with excitement and anticipation consuming you.

“I want you to myself,” he finishes.

He wants you to himself. 

Your heart flutters at the thought of what he was going to say. You weren’t stupid, anyone with half a brain could hear “I’ve got to tell you something” and “I want you to myself” together and think what you were thinking.

He likes you. 

“Draco!” calls a sudden voice as he turns you into a spin, lips brushing your shoulder. Just an act.

Oh no, the voice was Astoria’s. What was she doing here?

“Please do not tell me that’s dearest Astoria calling me,” Draco pleads through gritted teeth as he twirls you around, the happy bride and groom dancing near you. You suck in a laugh, your reaction telling him all he needed to know.

“Dracoo please come dance with me! Dracoo!” Astoria calls. 

“Good luck Draco, she’s drunk,” you say with a grimace, slightly annoyed she interrupted your intimate moment. Fake intimate moment, you mentally amended.

“Oh no y/n! She’s drunk!” Draco says at the same time.

“Come onnnn Dray! ‘Cissy would want us toooooo! and Luc-” she hiccups. “Lucie too!” you can hear her frown in her voice as she struggles to pronounce Lucius’ name. Through your peripheral vision you see her come hurtling toward you, half-full flute of some alcoholic drink in hand.

“Oh god, y/n. From previous experience I can tell you she is not going away until she gets what she wants,” Draco groans, dragging a hand down his face as he turns away from her.

Your heart deflates a tiny bit and you both loosen your grips. “Oh, okay. I guess you better go dance with her.”

Your heart throbs. Of course this would happen while you’re on the precipice of the conversation which could change your entire relationship. And of course, it’s Astoria “will-steal-your-yule-ball-date” Greengrass who ruins it.

Draco cocks his head, earnestly saying, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.” before kissing your cheek and floating away from you and into Astoria’s waiting arms, for the second time in 3 years.

***

Two hours later, you’re sitting by the chocolate fountain dipping fruit when you finally see Draco’s silhouette, but he’s stumbling towards you. 

“Draco, it’s been forever, where’ve you been?” you ask before realizing you... had no business knowing. After all, you weren’t his girlfriend. Merlin, why did you feel so bitter?

You soften your voice, “Sorry, you just promised her one dance and it’s been a while.”

You closely inspect that Draco’s dress-shirt is rumpled, his hair messy and his tie is nowhere to be seen. He sits next to you and the heavy smell of something strong envelopes you both. Something weird. It’s pungent, yet comforting, like green apples and mint. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he finally mumbles. “How long have I been gone?”

“Over two hours.”

“I just got so caught up with Astoria. I think she...” he trails off, looking dazed.

This was outrageous. Draco Malfoy had all but told you that he liked you and then goes and does merlin-knows-what with Astoria?! 

Terrible. Terrible, terrible feelings. Jealousy was seeping out your every pore, and you were getting ahead of yourself.

“I’m glad you had so much fun with her,” you say. “That you forgot about me.”

“No! I didn’t forget you, y/n, I went upstairs first, and- bloody hell, I feel so sick.”

“Went upstairs? You told me you were going to dance, Draco!”

“Yeah, maybe?” He looked queasy. “But she handed me a drink and tried to-”

“You think? Draco, you’ve been gone almost 2 and a half hours and you think you danced?” you interrupt.

“I told you, y/n. I don’t remember. That drink, I think it was-,” comes his reply.

“You know, now I think about it, you just weren’t quite hesitant enough to go with her!” you spit, voice low but rising.

“What? It was a mistake, y/n! You’re getting so riled up over what?” Draco counters, anger in his gaze.

“You’re my best friend Draco! Why I can’t be worried about you?” you shriek, attracting attention. Draco huffs and you sigh, before saying, “You just left me there for Astoria and whatever the hell you did ‘upstairs’, but oh, forbid me if I show concern or my disapproval?” you hiss.

Draco’s face changes and his brows furrow.

Not wanting to argue (more than you already had in the foyer), you drag him by his hand and pull him into the hallway, noticing his 2 usual silver rings are gone from his right hand, and his wrist has some pink stain on it, like lipstick. 

“Well, y/n,’ Draco continues in the hall, voice louder now. “You’re my best friend. Not my girlfriend. Why the hell would you care what I’m doing?” 

Skipping over his question you just say, “Oh, believe me, Draco! I know I’m not your girlfriend!’ you shout, cheeks slightly heating. For a second you regret it, hoping it didn’t give your jealous feelings away, but to your relief and also utter dread, Draco replies, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You had never been subject to his quiet rage to an extent like this, but it didn’t scare you. The faint golden light from the foyer filtering through the stained glass on the hallway door and onto him, the glow lighting his features.

You inhale. “I hope Astoria was a good fuck.” and turning on your heels, you walk away.

[totally-not-a-slug]

cute stupid shit for F&B{fangs and blades}

this ship is my fucking brainrot, so you will be the victim of my hcs and blabble Since Wade acts so goofy Miguel would assume he's an idiot, an idiot he shamefully fell in love with. So? Miguel would flirt, confess, and of course insult to Wade in Spanish thinking he wouldn't understand a thing. but,,yk how Wade canonically multilingual, and knows Russian, German, Japanese, ASL AND Spanish? Yk where I'm going with this..?

Wade knows what he's saying but would most def act like he doesn't (until the whole dating stuff, embarrassment on Miguel's side NNSBHCB) Miguel: Te amo.. Wade: Yo también te amo, mi vida. Miguel: What. Wade: What?

Wade calling Miguel "Mi vida.." chef's kiss "My immortality can never make me feel as alive as you do, Mi vida." i just UGHHSC Wade covers his face a lot, I can see Miguel always giving him a long stare because he wants to see his face more. "so he can admire him more properly"

He does drag him around with his little tech made webs, he for sure gets jealous over Wade gushing over other spidermen.

Their first kiss was when they wore their masks, or..one of them half way. I can see Miguel lifting up Wade's mask and landing a surprise kiss.. Miguel hates to admit how much he cares about Wade, he "doesn't" care if he can't die. he absolutely does, he worries about losing him so much he doesn't want him to get hurt. He uses the excuse of "You can still feel pain can't you? and the regeneration will waste both our time."

ALSO ALSO BECAUSE IM DOINF THIS IM ADDING THIS BECAUSE I CAN!!!

Wade's daughter Ellie, Wade would be so scared of getting attached and somehow causing her to get hurt along side with Wade. I would also like to mention how he froze seeing Elle, why? because she looks so similar to Gabi{started crying when I realized that.} but with enough reassurance and comfort they're a cute little family UGHHHSHC Miguel gets Ellie Deadpool merch with the excuse that she wants him, he for sure got some for himself I'm TELLING YOU i will be back later to tell you more that comes from my insane mind..

[solesommerso]

๑ A being multilingual & having a habit of swapping languages often around their partners, leaving B & C trying to remember/pick up the phrases A uses most

A = Street

B&C = Tan & Luca

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “what’s he saying?”⋆ﾟ⊹

|| Jim Street x Victor Tan x Dominque Luca

a/n: Italian Street hc coming into play big time rn and I’m so here for it (ik I could’ve made it that tan was speaking mandarin but I can’t understand a lick of it so I went the route more comfortable, and y’know the ask wants multilingual street too)

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Tan and Luca sit helplessly on the couch with confused looks on their faces, Streets pacing in front of them, spews of annoyed Italian running from his mouth while he rubs his hands through his hair excessively.

“Cosa stavi pensando?!” Tan and Lucas mouth opens to reply, though nothing comes out. They recognize the phrase briefly, hearing it a few times over the months they’ve spent dating, but it still isn’t enough to have a genuine come back.

“Baby, why don’t you sit down? Take a breath.” Luca tries for about the fifteenth time since Street started his pacing.

It’s all over Luca and Tan pulling a stunt during shift, the only shift they’ve had without Street there since their relationship started, and while Streets normally the one to be reckless at work— Tan and Luca fall into competition with each other pretty quickly without their third partner around to cut them short.

“He’s really mad.” Tan murmurs to Luca when it seems Street doesn’t hear the ask, he keeps his stream of Italian ranting going and adds to his partners confusion.

“What’s he saying?” A shrug is the only answer Victor can give up.

“I just- ugh. You two idiots worry me all the time and- and I don’t like not being on shift with you anyways but I don’t need Deacon calling me saying you’re staying late to get talked to by Hondo because you did something stupid.” Street finally huffs out with sagging shoulders and a crease of stress in his brow.

“We’re sorry.” Tan and Luca sync the words, earning a small chuckle from Street before he flops onto the couch beside them.

“I know, sei fortunate che ti amo però.” He leans to press a kiss to each partners cheeks, them pressing into the touch as much as they can with the knowledge of maybe knowing he just said he loves them, maybe.

[brewsterispunkk]

la que amo.

 part ii.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader, frankie morales x f!veteran!reader, frankie morales x f!spanish speaking!reader

warnings: 18+ mature. Idiots in love, sick reader, mentions of ptsd, drunk santi & frankie (they deserve their own warning), some dirty talk, steamy make out sesh. (No smut this time :/ I’m working up to it LMAO)

A/N: i hope this doesn’t disappoint. The love I got km part one was SO SO unexpected but welcomed and I’m so grateful so here j go my goblins. i was originally gonna make this just a one part fic but then i realized it would be a BEHEMOUTH so here we are with part two. Work that frankie is reading is Pablo Neruda’s translation of Romeo & Juliet, which is linked in part 1. Lmk if u want added to my TAGLIST!❤️

WC: like 6k maybe??

summary: frankie takes care of you when you’re sick, or: you’ve been keeping a secret from frankie for a long time, which ultimately results in an accidental confession. 

ii.

When you’d previously claimed not to keep many secrets from Frankie Morales, it might have been a lie. 

Well, not a complete lie. He knew the stuff that mattered about you; He knew your favorite shows, your favorite foods, your go-to cocktail, even your credit card pin. He knew the deep stuff too--and he’d been there for a lot of them too--he knew what you went through during your time as an army medic, before you met him. He knew your tells; the way your body would stiffen up when your mind went back to your time in the service, or the way you’d wring your hands when some asshole at the bar was making you uncomfortable. He knew how to calm you down from night terrors, and how to make your tea just right after a particularly bad one. 

Frankie Morales knew nearly every gritty detail about you, except for two very important things: the first being that you spoke Spanish, and the second being that you were in love with him. 

To be fair to Frankie, it’s not that he was unobservant. None of the boys except Benny knew that you were, in fact, bilingual like Frankie and Santi, and it was an accident in itself that he’d found out. 

It’d been a regular Saturday night at the seedy bar that your group would frequent. Will was the designated driver that night, so he sat comfortably back in his seat at the corner booth nursing his coke, while Benny went up to the bar to get the next round. 

You were celebrating tonight: It was a fight night and Benny had won his fifth match in a row. Frankie and Santi were already comfortably tipsy, giggling and mumbling to the other in Spanish back and forth. 

Picking up a fry, you chuckled at the two, who seemed like they were in their own little world where they found everything to be hilarious. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought them lovers, as Frankie swung his arm over Pope’s shoulders, leaning down to quietly quip something into his ear. 

Snorting at whatever Frankie said, Santi burst out laughing. Beside you, Will rolled his eyes. 

“Care to share with the class, you two?” The blonde man raised both eyebrows in feigned annoyance.

He was only half kidding, that much you knew. Will was a man who liked control. Who thrived on it. Especially since he’d decided to get help for his PTSD following the break-up with his ex-fiancée. It had been something you noticed about him; He had a fear of losing control again. It seemed like a fear like that carried over to even mundane things like this--your two dumbass friends snickering behind your backs. 

“No,” Pope giggled, sounding a bit like a teenage girl. “Quieres compartir algo, hermano?” 

“Nope,” Frankie snorted. “Top secret stuff here, Miller. Wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“What’s top-secret?” Benny returned, carrying a tray of three beers for the boys, and one salty dog for you. No matter how much they made fun of you, you didn’t care; they’d never get you to enjoy that toenail juice they called beer, especially not in the name of “masculinity.” No, you’d stick with your vodka and grapefruit juice. 

“Oh nothing, just whatever tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum here were talking about in a language none of us can understand.” You emphasized that last part, giving Frankie a playful, pointed look. 

He looked beautiful like this, you thought, bathed in the neon light of the bar signs. His eyes looked impossibly dark here, crinkled around the edges from laughter. You loved seeing him like this: light, carefree. It was such a difference from the Frankie that you first met at the VA. That weary, battle-torn man who’d come up to your front desk telling you how he’d gotten back six months ago and that he hadn’t been sleeping, that whenever he closed his eyes all he saw was what happened to him over there. Now, the smile he wore made your heart leap up to your throat in a way it shouldn’t when looking at your best friend. 

His hair was grown out, chocolate strands fluffy and curling around his ears the way that they did when he’d just washed it. You knew that if you got too close to it, you’d be able to smell the fresh, earthy scent of his shampoo. The thought sent a thrill through your gut. 

Your eyes traced the curve of his forehead; the soft brown tufts that fell just above his eyebrows out from under the baseball cap he wore that he never took off no matter how many times you or the boys gave him shit about it. 

He was so pretty it hurt.

You knew these weren’t normal feelings to have about your best friend. And for a while, you’d tried to curb them, to stop them entirely. For two weeks, when you’d just realized just how bad you had it for Frankie, you tried to cut him off completely. Cold turkey. You cited work or family drama as a reason for your absence at support group meetings, dinners with the boys, or your usual coffee dates. But, while you’d tried to banish him from your mind entirely, Frankie would come back in your dreams. You’d wake up, sweaty and panting, with his name on your tongue and a familiar heat between your legs. That was when you’d had enough and decided to just deal with it. It was obvious that cutting Frankie off completely wouldn’t get these feelings for him to leave entirely, and you’d rather yearn for him as your friend than be haunted by dreams of him for the rest of your life.

There had been a time when you’d thought you’d finally summoned the courage to tell him how you felt. To throw caution to the wind and just say it, but that had been just after he’d met her.

Caroline. And he’d seemed so happy telling you about this new girl he’d met that you just couldn’t interfere. He deserved to be happy, and you wouldn’t get in the way of that.

That was eight months ago, and he’d just told you and the boys of his plans to propose to her last month. None of you really loved Caroline. She’d always come off a bit shallow, a bit condescending--especially towards Frankie. But when you’d tried to talk to him about it, he’d shut you down saying, “That’s just her personality.”

And collectively, you’d all decided to drop it. You didn’t have to love her, but you did love Frankie, and if Caroline was what made him happy, then you’d be happy for him. And that was that. 

You’d tried to push the glaring reality of your feelings for him away--it was too painful. Looking at him now though, something twisted in your chest. 

“--Right! I mean, what do you think, Ace?” Benny nudged your shoulder, breaking you from your trance. 

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, it had been given to you after a few particularly bad hands of Black Jack a few years ago and had stuck since then.

“What do I think about what?” You asked, raising your drink to your lips, grateful for the strong tang of the alcoholic citrus on your tongue. Something to take your mind away from the man across from you. 

“About these two pricks talkin’ about us all the time in a language we don’t know.” Will crossed his arms and leaned over the table, a wicked smirk on his lips. 

“Oh please, Miller. You’re just mad we speak two languages and you only speak one.” Frankie laughed, a shit-eating grin on his flushed cheeks as he said it. 

It was something that the two lifelong friends liked to hold over the rest of your heads, all in good fun of course, but it made this little secret of yours all the more fun. So far, you’d successfully avoided exposing your bilingual secret to any member of the group, and you were looking to keep it that way; at least until you could devise the perfect reveal. 

“Whatever, man.” Will rolled his eyes. “You two have fun in your little two-person secret society.”

“Yeah,” Benny bellowed, a bit too loudly. It seemed the liquor had begun to get to him too. “We don’t need ‘em, right Ace?”

He threw an arm around you, pressing a sloppy too-long kiss to your forehead in the annoying, endearing way that Benny always did. You feigned disgust, playfully trying to push him away but failing. When he went to tase your sides, you descended into a fit of giggles, but didn’t miss the all-of-a-sudden irritated expression on Frankie’s face. 

You didn’t quite catch what he mumbled, but you did hear a muted, “coño,” in the middle of the sentence.

“What was that, Cat?” Benny raised his beer to his lips, his arm still around your shoulders in a brotherly manner. 

“Yeah, Frank, do share.” Will raised an eyebrow.

Frankie shifted, boots scuffing across the floor under the booth, his eyes holding yours. He had that guarded look on his face that he rarely ever let slip; You couldn’t read him. Pope cleared his throat. 

“Nothing,” Frankie mumbled, passing a fleeting glare at Benny before moving his eyes to his beer. 

Pope scoffed, clamping a hand on the back of Frankie’s neck. 

“¡Anímate, hermano!” Frankie cast him a sidelong look, clearly still annoyed. “Esa trompa del pato es feo.”

“No más feo que tu,” Frankie muttered back.

Immediately you snorted, covering it with your hand as to not give yourself away. Will laughed, hands up in the air.

“Yeah, Im not even gonna pretend to know what that means.”

“Yeah…” Benny trailed off beside you. You turned to see his eyes already on you, sprinkled with mirth.

He knew.

“Yeah, me neither.” He suppressed a smile, looking more like a cat here than the golden retriever you knew him to be.

Shit.

Later, it was your turn to buy the drinks.

You walked your way up to the bar, leaning on it before asking the bartender for the usual. You felt his presence before you saw him.

“So, Spanish huh?” He asked. You let out a long breath.

“Ben-“

“I am impressed, Ace.” He smirked. “How have you managed to do it this long? Don’t you ever wanna jump in?”

You chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess.” You paused. “Sometimes. Although I’ve quite enjoyed watching them make fools of themselves. It’s fun eavesdropping. Especially when alcohol’s involved.”

“Huh.” He said. This might’ve been the first time you’d seen Benny dumbfounded.

“So are they really talking shit about us all the time?”

You laughed.

“No, no they’re not.” You assured. “Mostly what they talk about are inside jokes, and maybe a few digs at that awful haircut you got last year, but nothing serious.”

“Well,” he stretched, puffing out his chest. “Why haven’t you told anyone? I mean, what’s the point?”

He was looking at you keenly, curiously. You sighed, lifting an eyebrow.

“Tell me, Ben, if you had the chance to secretly listen in on every conversation this two have in Spanish without them knowing, would you give it up?”

“Touché.”

“You won’t tell them right?” You asked. You didn’t think he would, but still. You needed to be sure.

“Nah,” he said. “Why are you faking though, if you don’t mind my asking.”

You snorted.

“Because, I want to see the looks on their faces when I finally do tell them. Can you imagine how funny that shit’s gonna be?”

“Alright, Ace. Just tell me when you’re gonna do it. I wanna catch it on video. It’ll be classic.”

•••••••••••

Classic, Benny had said. That was nearly a year and a half ago, and you had yet to figure out a plan that would do the secret Justice.

In your defense, it wasn’t your fault it had taken you this long. At first, the problem had been figuring out a plan of attack; the perfect reveal.

But then, Colombia happened. And getting the boys back to themselves was the top priority. You couldn’t count the amount of times Frankie had asked you to stay over, calling you in the wee hours of the morning because of nightmares or because he couldn’t sleep. Benny had thrown himself into fights again, except this time it was more unhealthy and you all had to have an intervention. Will went back to therapy and convinced Frankie and eventually Benny to go too.

Pope was radio silent most of the time—sometimes he’d call, and he’d even been home for a holiday every now and then, but for the most part, Pope was Pope. Out galavanting who knows where doing God knows what. It was his way of dealing with things you supposed.

You’d all even managed to start up Friday night dinners again—it was hard at first with two empty seats, but you became used to the silence or the empty stares and managed to rebuild. Slowly but surely.

You’d had to miss last week’s Friday dinner unfortunately. You’d stayed home from work with a fever, and your symptoms had progressively gotten worse since then. It wasn’t until about 6:45 that night that you’d realized, brain foggy with DayQuil, that you’d forgotten to cancel.

It was Sunday now, and you were still down for the count. It wasn’t strep—you were sure of it, but it was still a nasty cold that brought you shivers and headaches. You’d been holed up in your apartment all weekend, practically glued to the couch, only getting up to feed your cat or to eat.

A knock drew you from your thoughts.

You jumped, not expecting anyone this late, nor at this time, as you were somewhat preoccupied.

Sniffing, you got up and began to slowly make your way to the door.

Another knock.

“Calm down, I’m coming!” You called. If someone was going to interrupt your rewatch of New Girl at this unreasonable hour, they could at least be patient enough to wait for you to open the door before attempting to bang it down.

“Hurry up, it’s pouring out here!” That deep rasp you’d recognize anywhere. “I have soup!”

Swinging open the heavy door, and moving aside, you gave an exasperated sigh.

“Frankie, the hell are you doing here? It’s 11:30.”

“Called off tomorrow.” He said, rubbing his hands together and breathing in them to warm them up. He shook off his rain jacket on the hard wood of your entry way before hanging it up on the rack.

“You’ll need a nurse if you’re gonna be back to normal by Wednesday.”

“Frank, you didn’t—“

“Oh shut up,” He took his hat off, which was also soaked from the downpour outside. “You’ve been there for me through everything. I know you’d do the same for me. You have done the same for me.”

You gave him a soft look, the familiar pang in your chest returning as you took in his damp hair and soulful eyes. The bag of takeout he’d brought was forgotten on the floor beside him.

“Besides,” he continued as you just stared. “I needed an excuse to call off. Doug’s been pissing me off recently.”

You snorted.

“Aha! There’s the real reason why you’re here. You’re using my illness to get out of work.”

“Har har har,” he mocked. “That’s enough, come here.”

His warm palms found your shoulders, and you could the heat through your tshirt. His tshirt. You’d stolen it years ago and never returned it. He guided you over to the kitchen before pressing his palm to your forehead.

You were too close. You thought. And not close enough.

You could feel his warm breath on the side of your cheek, and see nearly every wrinkle on his perfect face; from his worry lines to his crows feet.

You’d never grow tired of seeing him like this. You were certain. The tips of his hair were still damp and stuck together from the rain, his gaze serious. You imagined that this was how he must have looked when he was in the field. Eyes on the prize, laser focused in on the task at hand. Ever the soldier, your Frankie was.

“All good doc?” You asked, more whispered.

There was no one else home, but still, his gaze was too intense, the moment too charged for you to speak any louder.

His eyes met yours and his mouth opened, words half formed.

“I…” he stopped, trailed off, deep brown eyes still connected to yours.

His hand had moved from your forehead now, back to join his other one on your shoulder. His eyelashes curled upwards in an almost unfair way. He was too pretty. It wasn’t fair.

He cleared his throat, snapping your eyes from his.

“Yeah,” his voice caught. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re good. Fever’s gone down, I think. I’m gonna go warm up the soup.”

He doubled back to where he’d left the takeout, near the door. Your feet stayed rooted to the floor.

What was that?

Your mind was racing. Never had you seen Frankie so… starstruck?

No. No, that couldn’t be it. He didn’t think of you like that; he never had. It was foolish of you to even entertain that thought. You’d tried in the past to stop them from entering your head: these stupid, naive hopes of yours. They only caused you pain. Still, they sometimes slipped through, and you yearned to believe them.

“Okay.” You spoke to the empty kitchen.

“In bed, you!” He called from the other room, his deep voice booming through your space like it belonged there.

There were those thoughts again. You mentally chided yourself. Right. Bed.

You went down the hall to your room, which was, thank god, mostly clean. With a few days to yourself you’d managed to get at least something done. That something being deep cleaning your room for the first time in God knows when.

You were glad it wasn’t a mess—not that it would mind, Frankie had helped you move in to this place. He’d seen your room in every state: messy, clean, even empty. Still, you thought he’d be proud. He was always making fun of your messy room.

You settled into your bed, opting for a smaller blanket rather than getting under the covers—Frankie would take his customary spot at the foot of the bed while you ate or talked or did whatever else.

“Alright, cariño. I’ve got chicken noodle soup and Pablo Neruda to make you feel better.” He pushed open your door with that crooked grin on his face, whatever had happened in the kitchen already forgotten.

“Neruda?” You asked, your interest piqued. He knew of your soft spot for poetry. “Is that something you’ve picked up from the university?”

After Frankie had gone back to therapy and begun to work out the trauma, he’d decided to go back to college; He’d never actually gotten his degree, instead opting to enlist in the military. 20 odd years later, he’d finally decided to “fuck it” (as he so gracefully put it) and go back to school. You were proud of him. You all were.

He set the soup down before sitting at your desk (which doubled as your bedside table) and pulled out a thick textbook from the book bag he’d brought with him.

“Yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I never thought I’d be a poetry guy, but Neruda. Man, he had something to say. When I read his words, I can just understand it. It’s like he’s voicing something I’ve been trying to but couldn’t. I don’t know, that sounds stupid—“

“No it doesn’t!” You protested. “You know who you’re talking to. I’m a poetry fiend. I know exactly the feeling you’re talking about. That’s the beauty of words, Frank. They can give voice to things that you can’t.”

You turned and your eyes connected. He looked at you for a moment before closing his own eyes and giving you that same gentle smile that Frankie always did. Only this time he looked like he was stopping himself. Holding back.

“Yeah, cariño.” He smiled sardonically down at the book in his hands before sighing. “Now you need to get some food in you.”

“Frank, I’m really not—“ you tried to protest.

“Bullshit. Don’t try and act like you’ve eaten anything substantial in the fast few days. And no ramen does not count. You need to eat. Besides, I went and picked it up already, so it’ll just go to waste.”

“Hmm.” You eyed him, messy hair and all, sitting at your desk, arms crossed over his chest. His head was tilted sarcastically at you and you would’ve had a snarky comeback if it weren’t for his damn biceps. They flexed under his tshirt as he crossed his arms. You tore your gaze away; being caught checking out your best friend was the last thing you needed right now.

“Fine. But only if you read to me.” You raised and eyebrow. He looked at you like you’d grown a third head.

“Read to you?” He asked incredulously, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Yes, Frankie: read to me. I’m bored and you interrupted my New Girl rewatch. Besides, your voice is soothing.”

He huffed out a laugh.

“My voice is soothing?” He sounded cocky, pleased with himself. “Well , since you put it like that.”

You snorted. “Oh, shut up before I take it back.”

“Honey, you won’t even be able to understand this shit. It’s for my Spanish Lit. class.”

“Did I ask you if I could understand it, Morales?” You huffed.

“You really want me to read to you in a language you don’t understand?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Frankie, if you keep asking stupid questions, I could always put New Girl back on—“

“Alright, alright cariño, move your feet.” He flung your feet (less than gracefully) to the side and flopped on his stomach on the foot of the bed, turning through the book to find a passage.

You internally smirked; you knew that would work. Frankie notoriously hated New Girl. Hated it. He’d do anything over willingly watching it—-including reading you poetry.

While Frankie mumbled to himself while trying to pick a poem, you picked at the soup; your appetite hadn’t fully returned yet.

Instead you opted to stare at him: your frankie with his too-tight tshirts and messy hair. God, you’d give anything to keep him in your bed for forever.

You imagined him here sometimes. When your mind wandered before bed, or at work during a particularly bad day. You’d imagine his hands on you; big and warm and calloused, running up your thighs, your waist, your chest. You’d imagine him absolutely wrecked underneath you, in this very bed, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back and mouth open. You imagined the sounds he’d make. You also imagined him sleepy. Engulfed in your covers, his bed head messily thrown across your pillow. You imagined tracing his face as he slept; the strong curve of his nose, his arched brows, petal-soft eyelids.

But those weren’t thoughts you were supposed to have about your best friend. And you’d tried to stop them.

But looking at him here now, in sweats and a tshirt, his body stretched lazily across your bed, it was getting harder and harder.

God, you had it bad.

Still, you pushed the familiar feeling in your chest down.

“So,” you asked. “What will you read to me?”

••••••••••

It must have been hours since he’d been reading.

The soup had long since been forgotten, and you had curled over on your side, facing the end of the bed. Facing him.

Bundled up in your blankets, your eyes had drifted shut a bit ago. The combination of his voice, the soup, the cold meds, and the rain had lulled you into a half-conscious state for awhile.

It had baffled you at how calm you were, with the storm raging outside. You’d never been a big fan of storms—ever since you were young. You hated them. As you grew, the near panic-attacks you’d get as a child mellowed into a mere pit of anxiety in your chest whenever the grey clouds rolled around. However now, tucked in your bed with the storm raging outside, you felt none of it. All you felt was Frankie’s presence next to you and the weight of your comforter.

Frankie was still sprawled out at the foot of your bed, now on his side facing you, one arm supporting his head, the other flipping carelessly through the book.

Slowly, you roused from your half-asleep nap. The deep rumble of his voice bringing you back to the service.

He was reading something; Shakespeare you think?

It’s beautiful. Everything about him is, but this.

The flowing, rolled syllables spoken in his deep timbre , mixed with the words of love they express made you fall in love with him all over again.

You kept your eyes closed, knowing he would grow sheepish if you woke up. You made sure to maintain your breathing and not move a muscle—not that that was a hard feat; Frankie had that effect on you. It was like you were under a sleeping spell and he was the enchanter—you were completely at his mercy.

“And…” he slowly trailed off, nearly whispering. “I think you’re finally asleep, cariño.”

His voice was so soft. It made your heart clench in your chest how much his mere voice affected you. You stayed still, not wanting to be caught pretending now.

A warm, dry hand caressed your cheek, making your breathing stall for a second.

He ran his fingers down the plane of your cheek, over your eyes, down your chin to the other cheek, before taking your other cheek softly, gently in his palm.

He held it there for a moment. The silence was palpable, and loud , the only sound being the sound of the rain against your window.

Frankie’s index came up to brush a stray strand of your hair out of your face and to the side. He held it there for a second, before dropping his hand.

He sighed, and your heart stalled in your chest.

He sounded almost heartbroken? No, that couldn’t be it. You scolded yourself again.

It wasn’t fair to Frankie or yourself to keep torturing yourself like this with wishful thinking.

“Goddamn, cariño.” He spoke—more whispered, sounding almost like he was in pain. “You are so beautiful.”

Your heart stopped. He continued speaking, still thinking you were asleep.

“Even sick, you’re so goddamn pretty. God, I hate seeing you like this, corazón.”

His hand moved to your own, grasping it for a moment, running his thumb over your palm. You prayed he couldn’t hear your own heartbeat growing louder by the second.

Your ears pounded.

Were you dreaming? Did he really just say that? What does he—

Your thoughts were interrupted by the clear of his throat, and the familiar flipping of shiny textbook pages.

“This one reminds me of you, cariño. I read it, and all I can see in my mind is you. Not that I’d have the balls to tell you that out loud.”

He chuckled that last part.

You held your breath as he began to recite a familiar passage to you.

Romeo’s soliloquy . You felt your eyes begin to well with tears as he read it aloud in his native language.

“Es Julieta; es el sol en el oriente.”

In your mind’s eye, you see Frankie in the afternoon sun; a day at the beach a few summers ago. He’s sunkissed, and a little burnt on his cheeks. His eyes crinkle at the edges as he laughs at something Will has said, his arm is warm and heavy over your shoulders. You don’t want him to ever let go.

“Surge, espléndido sol,” he continued, almost reverent in the way his mouth molded the words, spoke them into the hushed space of your bedroom. “y con tus rayos mata la luna enferma y envidiosa, porque tú, su doncella, eres más clara.”

You see you both now, on his bathroom floor, right after he was busted. Caroline had just moved out—more like stormed out—with the new baby and a claim that she’d been seeing someone else. Santi was out of the country, and you were the person he’d called when the urge became too much.

Here, you sit on the toilet of his bathroom, where you’d both just flushed the last of his stash, as he sits on the tiles in front of you.

His head rests on your knees, and you think that he looks like a child here. His broad shoulders trembling, his knees against the green tiles he swears he hates but secretly loves. His hair messy and damp.

“It’s too much,” he says here. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—“

“You don’t have to,” you hold his cheeks. His eyes are frantic.

“You don’t have to,” you repeat, pressing your head to his. “We will do it together. I promise.”

“Together.”

“Es ella en la ventana; es la que amo.”

Suddenly, he stopped. Froze. And though your eyes were closed, you knew him well enough to practically feel him stiffen from across the bed.

“Cariño?” He asked, hand finding your shoulder.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until he touched and you met his eyes.

That usually guarded look was gone. It was as if the curtain, the wall, he had put up had suddenly fallen at this admission—this confession—whatever this was.

His eyes held all the emotions that he’d conveyed in the poem; devotion, reverence, love.

You weren’t sure about the last one.

The thought was too much; You frantically wiped your eyes, your gaze finding the sheets you were sitting on. Looking anywhere but at him.

“Was it a nightmare again,” he grasped your face and forced your eyes to meet his. “Ace?”

Your wide, glassy eyes met his, and that look said it all. As if looking completely through you and into your mind, Frankie’s mouth fell open, eyes widening in realization.

You had heard everything.

You had understood everything.

And he knew.

Wide eyes holding yours, he breathed your name, the syllables falling from his petal-soft lips.

A beat of silence passed, your eyes holding his, no one bold enough to say a thing.

And you broke.

The dam cracked, a flood of thoughts, desires, urges, came rushing all at once, and you, not knowing what else to do, finally decided to listen to them.

You surged forward, the sun embracing the moon, and pressed your lips to his without a thought.

Frankie stumbled backwards on your bed, gasping into your mouth. You stumbled at your own eagerness, fell between his legs, most of your body weight pressing into his chest.

His own mouth stayed still, not responding to your kiss, lips idle against your own.

No, no, no. You panicked. He didn’t feel the same way, you were wrong, you’ve ruined this, the whole thing, all those years of—

As you fell on him, you scrambled backwards, as if burnt.

As soon as your lips left his, his arms, which had been laying still against your shoulder and on the bed, sprang to action. Strong hands moved to wrap around your shoulders and the small of your back and press you back into his chest, holding, grasping with the same ferocity that you’d met him with first.

His lips met yours with a sigh, and enough force to knock your head back a bit. It was your turn to gasp, and meet his sigh with one of your own against his mouth. Your hand slid up his chest to lightly hold the side of his neck as your lips moved in tandem against each other.

You were practically straddling him now, and his arms around you were so firm that all you could do was cling to him. You slid your tongue across his bottom lip, and he melted into you, his own tongue responding in turn, his lips moving frantically, deeply against yours.

This was Frankie.

His tongue slid into your mouth, and Frankie moaned. A tight, deep sound at the back of his throat that went straight to that place in the pit of your stomach where heat was building. You began to bear down on his hips, unconsciously grinding into him in an attempt to get closer.

His hands moved down to your hips, squeezing, grasping any part of you that he could, as if he was trying to brand himself to you. You couldn’t believe you were really here; that this scenario you’d only dared to dream about in the late hours of the night behind closed doors with your hand between your legs, was actually happening.

His hands moved further up, teasing slowly up your torso, caressing the soft skin of your waist while your mouths pressed and pushed and pulled, ebbed and flowed together like they’d been meant for nothing else.

When his hands moved up over your shirt to palm your breasts you gasped, breaking away from the kiss, your lips wet and flushed.

“—sorry.” Frankie sounded wrecked, hands immediately retreating to hold you around your back, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry, corazón. I’ll stop, I’ll stop.”

His sweet, warm breath hit your cheek as you frantically shook your head no.

“No. No, Frankie. It’s okay, I just,” you had to stop to catch your breath, it comes out shaky against his face. You press your nose to his cheek.

“Don’t stop.” You breathed against his cheek, and Frankie groans . It’s a sound you’d replay over and over again for as long as you loved if you could.

He breathes, whimpers your name into your cheek before pressing a wet, opened mouth kiss to the sensitive place where your chin meets your neck. The action sent a shiver down your spine, and you jerked, a whine making it’s way past your lips.

Frankie hummed against your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses further down your neck.

It was wet and hot and intense and so Frankie that you shuddered against him, practically fettered to his broad form. His arms wrapped around you, pressing you to his chest.

Outside, the world around you ceased to exist. The rain and storm outside your window was forgone for a world in which there was only the two of you and the soft light of your room. Everything around you was replaced by Frankie.

You were overcome by him, the parts you were familiar with like the addicting scent of his cologne or the soft cotton of his tshirt, and the parts you weren’t familiar with: your body molded against him, his arousal pressing to the place between your legs, his mouth laving at your skin.

You gasped when he bit down lightly on your neck, hands flying to his hair. He moaned against your neck before pressing his nose into your neck to catch his breath, stopping his ministrations.

For a moment was the only sound was yours and Frankie’s heavy breathing, your bodies still clinging to each other, his hands on either side of your neck, yours in his hair.

After a moment, he met your gaze, eyes heavy with emotion, with passion, with lust. He pressed his nose against yours and breathed in deeply before pressing one last, deep, meaningful kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding hotly, briefly against your own.

“Mi amor,” he breathed against your lips.

Pulling away, he pressed slow, careful kisses to your skin, mumbling sweet things in between. A kiss to the corner of your mouth. Mi cielo. A kiss to your cheek. La luz de mi vida. A kiss to your eyelid. Mi media naranja. A kiss to the other. Mi corazón . A kiss between your eyes. A kiss to your pulse. Te quiero.

He stayed like that for a moment, lips pressed to your pulse, still wrapped around you, just breathing you in.

“Frankie,” you eventually whispered, feeling about apprehensive when he didn’t say anything.

“Frankie,” you repeated, that feeling of panic setting in. Wondering if this wasn’t what you thought it was and if he would be done with you after this.

You lightly pushed at his shoulders when he still didn’t move.

“Are you—“ you shakily began before he cut you off.

“I love you.” His voice was deep and gravelly with disuse as he looked up to meet your eyes. His own a perfect mirror of what fear and desperation you were sure your own held.

Oh. You let out a shaky breath and felt your eyes well up. You tried again, but this breath was shakier.

Soon, the tears began to flow, giving way to sobbing hiccups; the intensity of the past weekend and the events that had just transpired.

He coped and pulled you to him.

“Oh, baby.“ he said, in that comforting voice that he’d perfected in the years of consoling you and talking you down. The voice of your best friend.

“Shh, shh, shh, cariño.” His hands were in your hair and rubbing down your back as you press your face into his shoulder. The tears would not stop coming.

“Just forget it, ok?” He said softly, as if consoling a child. “We can pretend it never happened ok, Ace? I’m here. I’m always gonna be here. Nothing has to change.”

You could feel him trembling now, trying to hold it together for your case. You gripped him tighter before shaking your head.

“No,” you spoke into his neck.

He ignored you, opting to continue to try to repair the damage he was sure he had caused.

“We can forget it, ok? I’m sorry—“

“Frankie,” you said, gripping his shoulders tightly to get your point across. “Shut up.”

His face, flushed, hair fluffy and messy, lifted to meet yours, eyes deep and soulful and familiar as ever. Your eyes were still glassy, your voice warbly and whiny from crying, but you needed him to know.

“I love you, Frankie.” You pressed your forehead to his. He sighed, pressing his nose to your cheek again.

“Hermosa,” he breathed against you.

“I’ve loved you for years.” The words wouldnt stop. “I don’t think I’ve ever not loved you.”

He shuddered.

“I’ve loved you since before Colombia.” He admitted, shaking his head against you, running his hands up your sides as if to convince himself that you were here. Real.

“Since you got drunk and challenged Will to an arm wrestling match at Tom’s 20th wedding anniversary party.”

You laughed against him, shaking your head. He chuckled along with you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. But, after a moment he pulled back.

“Cariño,” he started, looking down, brows drawn tightly together. “Even when I was with Caroline—“

“It doesn’t matter.” You assured.

“No, no, but it does—“

“There’s plenty of time for that later, Frankie.” You pressed your forehead to his.

“Okay, baby.” He sighed. Kissing your forehead before pulling back, a concerned look on his face.

“What?” You asked, confused. He pressed his palm to your head, looking like quite the mother hen.

“Jesus, baby, you’re burning up.” You rolled your eyes, glaring at him.

“I’m fine, Frank.”

“No, you’re feverish.” He insisted, hand still on your forehead.

“Im okay, Frankie, I swear.” You tried to push his hand away, but he caught it in his own.

“Corazón, you’re still sick.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before palming your cheek, much like he had earlier, and kissing the side of your forehead.

“Te adoro.” He whispered. You hummed back, grabbing his own face, needing to have him closer. Before you could kiss him, though, he pulled back, lightly pushing you back onto the bed.

“And It’s because of that,” he continued, “that I’m putting you to bed.”

He wrapped your comforter around you, and when he went to pull away, you grabbed his forearm with two of your hands.

“You are staying in my bed,” you stated, rather than asked. He chuckled at your haughtiness before flopping down beside you.

As you both drifted off, you pressed your nose into his shoulder. He gripped your hip, pulling you closer so that you were practically on top of him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about this.” He admitted quietly, voice full of emotion.

You wrapped a leg over his hips.

“I think I do.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his neck. He shivered, drawing a light chuckle from you.

“Mala,” he whispered. You hummed at that.

“But you keep me around anyway.” You said cheekily. At that he snorted.

“We will be talking about your sudden Spanish comprehension in the morning.” He mumbled, pinching your side lightly.

At that you smiled; you could tackle that in the morning. That, and anything else.

fin.

[slut4benbarnes]

childhood friends to lovers with fred weasley<33 (headcannon)

A/N- I am so sorry that this took a month lovey 😭 but I hope you love it !!

You were Amos Diggory's youngest child

Since your family lived beside the burrow you practically grew up with the Weasleys

You were the same age as Fred and George so you got along with them quite well.

Even though you were a shy kid you would never back down on helping the twins with their pranks.

Even Molly loved you like you were her own daughter

When you three were starting your first year at Hogwarts you were nervous if you three would be in the same house or not.

But suprisingly instead of being a Hufflepuff like your older brother you turned out to be a Gryffindor.

All the professors at Hogwarts were fed up by you three creating chaos in the castle. But they secretly loved you.

All these years when people assumed that you might be dating Fred or George, you thought it was nonsense until......

On Valentine's day in your Fourth year you realised that you were in love with Fred.

The getting butterflies in your stomach when he laughs or smiles. The blush that rises on your cheeks whenever he comes near you it all makes sense now.

You just had to find me, so you just ran throughout the castle trying to spot him somewhere.

You wanted to tell him what he means to you and that you wanted to be with him.

When you reached the black lake you saw something that completely shattered your heart into tiny little pieces

There he was Fred Wealey kissing Angelina Johnson.

You felt empty inside completely void of emotions, you couldn't bear to stand and watch them anymore so you left.

When George found out what happened he tried to comfort you and came up with the best idea he could.

Make Fred jealous.

George told you to pretend that you two are dating and are madly in love with each other.

When you spotted Fred coming your way you put your hands around George and started kissing him.

Fred was utterly shocked at what he had just witnessed , he started feeling something that he never felt before but he couldn't name it

It was Jealousy.

When Molly you found out you were dating George, she knew something was up cause it was pretty obvious you loved Fred.

One day the you and Fred were just talking but strangely it quickly turned into an argument.

You don't even properly remember what the conversation was about. But what you do remember is blurting out "I love you, you idiot"

And well the next thing you remember is his lips molded against yours, finally happy to be connected together.

After you both broke apart, Fred too confessed his undying love for you and you told him about the devious plan you and George had set up.

What you both had failed to realise was the many heads of red hair peeking from behind the kitchen giggling, watching you two interact.

Just when you two spotted them Molly rushed over to you gushing about how happy she was that the two of you were today and all the siblings asking how everything happened.

It was all chaos but you two wouldn't have it any other way.

[420pogpills]

masterpost of random epic dnf moments

i find so much comfort in these posts that just contain links to loads and loads of epic clips so i wanted to make one of my favourite george&dream moments :’)... this took me several days okay.

in no particular order whatsoever

(♥♥♥) “so...dream.” “what?” “um, hello.” “hi”

(♡♡♡) “george!” “yeah?” “HEY 😁”

(♥♥♥) “that is actually george’s fish” “oh what? i will keep it safe” (bonus: giving fish back)

(♡♡♡) “you two and your inside jokes, you guys are such good friends”

(♥♥♥) “i saw an interesting donation on your stream”

(♡♡♡) “trust me. george - i’m handling it.”

(♥♥♥) “i’m not gonna be hurt if dream is next to me”

(♡♡♡) “you’re making me laugh it’s not even fair!”

(♥♥♥) “i shot you once” “no you shot me multiple times”

(♡♡♡) “oh that’s so hot”

(♥♥♥) “what you gonna do, fight me?”

(♡♡♡) “dream has my number because dream needs me sometimes”

(♥♥♥) “stop you’re hurting me” “i’m hurting you?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m very similar to george so i probably won't like it”

(♥♥♥) “i said i’m in the hot tub right now, he said ‘prove it’”

(♡♡♡) “dream stop killing me!”

(♥♥♥) “i’ve always wanted to explore my sexuality”

(♡♡♡) “this is what happens when you fall down my trap”

(♥♥♥) “i’m so used to having your attention 24/7″

(♡♡♡) “why are you so mean dream?”

(♥♥♥) “you know who reminds me of nemo? george”

(♡♡♡) “first thing’s first-” “i’m the realest”

(♥♥♥) “come hide with me”

(♡♡♡) “he looks so handsome, look at him, look at george”

(♥♥♥) “oh george” “oh dream”

(♡♡♡) “you love me?” “yes, i do”

(♥♥♥) “be careful george”

(♡♡♡) “you’re laughing at every different word i say”

(♥♥♥) “can i have the sword dream?” “say that you love me”

(♡♡♡) “just hug me george”

(♥♥♥) “i’m the mememan, my milk is delicious”

(♡♡♡) “george i’m gonna blow up - come with me”

(♥♥♥) “you couldn’t see what dream was doing”

(♡♡♡) “george is easily a top 10 mcc player”

(♥♥♥) “what would you say my weakness is?” “me”

(♡♡♡) “we were getting this computer repair guy - oh my god”

(♥♥♥) “every time you get near me you just get all red”

(♡♡♡) “you would follow me down here”

(♥♥♥) “dream is a simp for me” “yeah”

(♡♡♡) “nice dream!”

(♥♥♥) “smile - you see him everyday”

(♡♡♡) “you deserve punishment george”

(♥♥♥) “what are you doing george?” “i’m on twitter”

(♡♡♡) “george george george you look amazing george”

(♥♥♥) “you don’t have to follow me everywhere”

(♡♡♡) “get away from dream!”

(♥♥♥) “we’re in the stars”

(♡♡♡) thirdwheelboyhalo

(♥♥♥) “dream is so delightful”

(♡♡♡) “DREAM LET’S GO!”

(♥♥♥) “follow me, i’ll follow you actually - just take me”

(♡♡♡) “dream...” “i had to george, i had to”

(♥♥♥) “i trust my dream”

(♡♡♡) “you don’t brag about your looks”

(♥♥♥) “george just tell me you love me”

(♡♡♡) “someone said ‘dream do you think george is cute’?”

(♥♥♥) “kiss george” “that’s a pretty good forfeit”

(♡♡♡) “a plane ticket to dream’s house”

(♥♥♥) “okay that was pretty pog”

(♡♡♡) “i’ve been too focused on george”

(♥♥♥) little compilation

(♡♡♡) “why’d you say it like that?”

(♥♥♥) “dream’s trying to kill me, he’s killing me!”

(♡♡♡) “if you won, what would be your first date with george?”

(♥♥♥) “we do everything together”

(♡♡♡) “answer my question!”

(♥♥♥) “oh. yeah. but george too.”

(♡♡♡) “if you win, you have to kiss dream!”

(♥♥♥) “dream... i’m messing up” “oh are you still streaming?”

(♡♡♡) “be careful”

(♥♥♥) suspicious dancing

(♡♡♡) “don’t be greedy george”

(♥♥♥) just... this whole edit

(♡♡♡) “george is mine, go away”

(♥♥♥) “dreeeaaaaam i know you wanna help”

(♡♡♡) “george you’re a genius, george kiss me!”

(♥♥♥) “he was wearing like an oversized dream smile hoodie”

(♡♡♡) george compilation 10/10

(♥♥♥) “i don’t wanna hear you laugh”

(♡♡♡) “whenever dream tries to get a new speed run record he just disappears for a month”

(♥♥♥) laughing face to face

(♡♡♡) “can i have some stuff?”

(♥♥♥) “geoorrgeeee”

(♡♡♡) “he lives in your head actually rent free”

(♥♥♥) “you know quite often we just know what we’re talking about?”

(♡♡♡) “now it backfired because george knows me”

(♥♥♥) “he’s small it’s different”

(♡♡♡) “COME HERE GEORGE!”

(♥♥♥) “you can be my valentine if you want george”

(♡♡♡) “no mom no he broke up with me” (bonus: “george denied me”)

(♥♥♥) “just explain your reasoning for denying me” “you didn't mean it”

(♡♡♡) “goodnight george, goodnight gogy”

(♥♥♥) “dream just saved something from snapchat!”

(♡♡♡) “i’m breaking you out!”

(♥♥♥) “you’ll get punished george"

(♡♡♡) “guys this is like the cutest photo of george ever”

(♥♥♥) “guys i’m opening a new business” “selling george pictures?”

(♡♡♡) “don’t attack the wolf dream i’m not there to save you”

(♥♥♥) “you were like ‘you have to praise me now for 5 minutes’”

(♡♡♡) “why don’t you think i’m here?”

(♥♥♥) “we were playing geoguessr the other day”

(♡♡♡) “i am wheezing and dying and george is dying with me”

(♥♥♥) “you used to get mad at me for placing blocks beneath myself”

(♡♡♡) “you have to clip that” “no”

(♥♥♥) “c’mere”

(♡♡♡) “i almost died, water me!”

(♥♥♥) “me and george”

(♡♡♡) “i wouldn’t want to do it unless he’s here”

(♥♥♥) “me and george were literally holding hands in the hallway”

(♡♡♡) “you should get negative points if you’re an idiot”

(♥♥♥) “kiss”

(♡♡♡) “i thought you might want to confess something”

(♥♥♥) “we’ve been talking to each other for 10 hours?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m not here to disappoint you or anything”

(♥♥♥) “mimic my yawn, that means you love me you know that right?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m not helping you this round” “i need you”

(♥♥♥) “we’re literally on a boat”

(♡♡♡) “you’re so ridiculous”

(♥♥♥) “i fell asleep in a call with george”

(♡♡♡) “wow george you’re great”

(♥♥♥) “dream just went 👉🏻👉🏻”

(♡♡♡) “yessss let’s go” “wait let me pick you up!”

(♥♥♥) “dream sort this out!” “alright wait turn around”

(♡♡♡) “you have pretty privilege”

(♥♥♥) “george i have something that will cheer you up george”

(♡♡♡) “i’ve been by your side since the beginning george”

(♥♥♥) “sitting here forced to drink water, it has absolutely no flavour”

(♡♡♡) “gives back i’ll be good” “no no you won’t”

(♥♥♥) “don’t worry. i’m here george”

(♡♡♡) “dream say hi” “hi”

(♥♥♥) “so george why are you laying in bed while you’re talking to dream?”

(♡♡♡) “where did george go, george is not found”

(♥♥♥) “come over here greg i will save the day” “francis!”

(♡♡♡) “that’s not what you told me last night”

(♥♥♥) “please just swim drive the boat drive the boat”

(♡♡♡) “before i even met you, you had this ginormous impact”

(♥♥♥) “you’re not worthless george we love you”

(♡♡♡) “george is like the biggest idiot”

(♥♥♥) “alright fine i’ll play one more”

(♡♡♡) “you see george everywhere. you see what you wanna see”

(♥♥♥) “guess united kingdom because someone you love lives there”

(♡♡♡) “george don’t leave me”

(♥♥♥) “you say bolivia george?”

(♡♡♡) “why are you so feral?”

(♥♥♥) “you’re an idiot” “you’re the one who’s screaming to do it”

(♡♡♡) “”you’re so oh my god” “you’re so annoying”

(♥♥♥) “i trust you so m-so often”

(♡♡♡) “now i have you right where i want you”

(♥♥♥) “heads” “alright it was heads”

(♡♡♡) “george you’re the hottest piece of ass in dreamhunt”

(♥♥♥) “you said ‘just woke up’ and i said ‘me too, in sync bby’”

(♡♡♡) “dnf arc? yeah maybe”

(♥♥♥) *george shooting dnf into wall on csgo*

(♡♡♡) “george and dream’s brotherly relationship is so iconic”

(♥♥♥) “you can’t 👹LEAVE👹 it’s not allowed”

(♡♡♡) “oh we’re finishing each other’s sentences right now”

(♥♥♥) “you said you were gonna what, kiss me or something like that?”

(♡♡♡) “do you have a song that makes you think of dream?”

(♥♥♥) “here george take this take this george”

(♡♡♡) “hey dream” “hey george”

(♥♥♥) “do you have a crush on dream?” “yes, go on”

(♡♡♡) “i am proud of you” “wow thank you dream”

(♥♥♥) “1 dollar every hour” “for how many hours?”

(♡♡♡) “i clicked skip whoops - wait, where are all my balls?”

(♥♥♥) “get out of here GET OUUUUTTTT”

(♡♡♡) “i’m sleeping for at least 8 hours” “but then we’re gonna be out of sync again”

(♥♥♥) “this is actually disgusting, come to me where are you”

(♡♡♡) “thank you baby... oh no” “WHAT?”

(♥♥♥) “yeah i love dream so much”

(♡♡♡) “yes that is exactly what i was thinking dream”

(♥♥♥) “dream” “hi” “hello i’m streaming” “hi”

(♡♡♡) “mm poor little george”

(♥♥♥) “do you have fifty dollars?”

(♡♡♡) “please please half a heart half a heart!”

(♥♥♥) “that’s okay you wanna be near me, that’s fine”

(♡♡♡) “you would know all about the simp handbook wouldn’t you”

(♥♥♥) “please i need you” “i do need you”

(♡♡♡) “kill him!...or her.. or it..”

(♥♥♥) “cause he’s little gogy”

(♡♡♡) “do your parents know about gream?”

(♥♥♥) just... cuteness

(♡♡♡) “wait george my minecraft’s starting my minecraft’s starting”

(♥♥♥) “te amo sueno”

(♡♡♡) “yeah that was my idea” “yeah just like last night”

(♥♥♥) “you can just say he’s a bottom”

(♡♡♡) this entire video

(♥♥♥) “why are you leaving me?” “alright fine”

(♡♡♡) “george you look good in a suit”

(♥♥♥) “i have a present for george!”

(♡♡♡) “why don’t you want to facetime me?” “i haven’t shaved”

(♥♥♥) “dream’s killing me, why are you killing me?”

(♡♡♡) “george i thought you were going to choose me”

(♥♥♥) “you wanna watch a beautiful sunset? just for you dream”

(♡♡♡) “we don’t text that much” “we text everyday”

(♥♥♥) “georgie poooo come here”

(♡♡♡) “oh beat me dream beat me”

(♥♥♥) “you are so impressive dream”

(♡♡♡) “i just ran for like a million hours”

(♥♥♥) “mydic--kslong has subscribed, thank you..”

(♡♡♡) all of these moments are too funny

(♥♥♥) “dreeaaaam! loooook!” “oh he’s cute”

(♡♡♡) “oh george~” “this is scary”

(♥♥♥) “george do that water drop sound”

(♡♡♡) “why is everyone saying ‘george explain the text?’”

(♥♥♥) “why are you saying it like that?” “that’s how you said it”

(♡♡♡) “i’m going to my secret stash”

(♥♥♥) “it said ‘name a dessert’” “you should’ve put me”

(♡♡♡) “i need to come” “you wanna come?”

(♥♥♥) “i have missed your face!”

(♡♡♡) just.. this entire video

(♥♥♥) more on george sleep talking

(♡♡♡) “that’s the same height difference between me and you george”

(♥♥♥) “you’re doing extremely well george. just calm down.”

(♡♡♡) “george~” “stOP. stop it”

(♥♥♥) “i know dream loves me a lot but unfortunately i don’t love him back”

(♡♡♡) “it’s fun to make him more afraid”

(♥♥♥) “someone said ‘dream do you think george is cute?’”

(♡♡♡) “oh we know george we know how hot you are”

(♥♥♥) “dream has friendship hacks”

(♡♡♡) “let’s watch a movie” feat. sapnap

(♥♥♥) “the only man i’m into is george”

(♡♡♡) “you broke my heart dream by....breaking my heart”

(♥♥♥) “keep lying to him george”

(♡♡♡) dream team not dnf but i love this so watch it plz

(♥♥♥) “you turn your camera off to sneeze? it’s okay we love you”

(♡♡♡) “dance with me dream”

(♥♥♥) “dweaaaam pleaseeee”

(♡♡♡) “it’s fine dream, i’ll stream another day” “waaaaaaah!”

(♥♥♥) “i just wanna talk to you”

(♡♡♡) “you’re just like interesting in general george”

(♥♥♥) “when’s my birthday dream?”

(♡♡♡) “here these are for you 🌹”

(♥♥♥) “i love you george”

(♡♡♡) “i’ll fight you in sumo when you’re in my house”

(♥♥♥) “we’re going together aaaaah”

(♡♡♡) “guess what, i had faith in you”

(♥♥♥) “or OR.. we could... kiss?”

(♡♡♡) “i haven’t had my first kiss” “that's a lie, you kissed me”

(♥♥♥) “hey dream give me an ak.... please”

AND OF COURSE THERE ARE SO MANY MORE BUT... i cannot do this any longer therefore the rest are compilations because i cannot do this any longer

(♥♥♥) every time george has said ‘i love you’ (kind of) to dream

(♡♡♡) dreamnotfound moments

(♥♥♥) gaymest moments

(♡♡♡) rare moments

(♥♥♥) wholesome

(♡♡♡) idiot compilation

(♥♥♥) love languages compilation

BONUS: this soulmate compilation...

SO ORIGINAL POST - links wouldn’t work when reblogged because it went over link limit with everyone tagged, so i will reblog with everyone who’s clips i’ve included!

[heyheyloki]

Single

Summary: The reader starts to unravel as their feelings for Mammon grow more intense.

Mammon x M!Reader

Inspired by the song Single by The Neighbourhood.

As the weeks turned into months here in Devildom on your exchange program, you knew that something was wrong. It wasn’t always but just whenever you were around the second eldest brother, Mammon, avatar of greed. Everything he said, did, it was different than normal. You weren’t dense. It was obvious to you the crush you developed on the demon. While you knew for the most part that you could compose yourself around him, but lately that hasn’t been the case.

So, you’ve been avoiding him. You knew he noticed, and you knew everyone else noticed. However, the only person you told about your feelings, your true feelings about Mammon was Asmodeus. The two of you were close, closer than you were to any of the other brothers. You had a friendship with all of them, and yes you were close to them but to you, Asmo was like your best friend in Devildom.

Currently, you were hiding from Mammon. You knew you made a huge fool out of yourself when you saw him approaching you with this goofy yet charming smile on his face and immediately ran in the opposite direction before locking yourself with Asmo in his room.

Your eyes stared up at his ceiling from his bed, your body laid flat against it as Asmo did his nightly facial treatment. He asked if you wanted him to do yours, but you declined. 

“I can’t even be in the same room as him, and then when he’s not around I just can’t help but think about him,” you ranted. “It’s sad, and pathetic.”

“Yeah, it kinda is.” You heard a voice suddenly say quickly after you finished your sentence. Without hesitation, you grabbed a pillow from behind your head and chucked it at the back of Asmo’s head. 

“Hey!” He shouted, “you almost made me mess up here!” 

You knew he was talking about his skin care routine, but you didn’t care much. This dude was an immortal demon, he has plenty of time in the world to take care of it. You, however, would die in a manner or 50 years and thought you problems were more urgent.

“You have eternity,” you huffed out. “Help out your best friend!”

Amos let out a huff as well, his hands slamming down the products on his nightstand before stomping over to his bed and sitting in front of you. He raised his hand, four fingers up before saying, “You have to remember these four things, okay?”

You nodded your head as your hands gripped your pants. “Okay.”

“One, Mammon is an idiot.” He started off. “Two, Mammon is dense, three, he’s dumb, and four, he’s just an idiot.”

Your small smile fell into a straight line, your eyes deadpanned as you stared at the Avatar of Lust. “You just called him stupid over and over again.”

“That’s my point!” Asmara shouted. “My brother is the most idiotic moron you’ll ever meet, and that’s why you have to make your point very, very clear to him.”

Your head tilted a bit. “What?”

“When you make hints, they’re interrupted as nothing more then friendly batter in his dumb mind. For someone like me, I get them, and so does Lucifer and Satan. The rest of them, especially Mammon, think you’re just being friendly. They think it’s just human behavior.” Asmo explained, your lips parting in understanding.

“I think I get it.” You said softly with your head down at the pink sheets of Asmo’s bed. “So, what, directly tell him I like him romantically and that I wanna spend all my time with him?”

“Yes.” Asmo cheered with a smile before promptly shooing you off his bed and out his room into the hall. His hand was steady on the door while he stared at you. “Don’t come back until you settled this.”

With that, he slammed the door in your face. You could hear a faint click soon afterwards. Yep, he locked the door too.

A deep sigh exit past your lips as you looked around the hall. There wasn’t anyone but you standing, if you had to guess, everyone was in their rooms. Though, without realizing it, your eyes shifted over to Mammon’s door that was a bit down the hall from Asmo.

You didn’t allow yourself to think, but just move and keep Asmo’s words the only thing in your mind. You couldn’t think about consequences, or if he would reject you. Who knows, maybe his light flirting was just for fun or maybe that was on you for thinking it was that. Perhaps you weren’t his type, maybe he’d rather be with a demon like him that he could have a future with.

At this point, your motivation in the beginning died. It was just as you stood in front of his door too, damn thoughts. You knew you were banned from Asmo’s room, but maybe he’d let you back in if you just told him you did it. There wouldn’t be anyway for him to truly know. Besides, if you just say that Mammon doesn’t want to bring it up with the others, maybe Asmo could keep a secret for once in his life.

You moved your body a bit to head back, though, as you took your first step you heard the knob on Mammon’s door twist before his figure was shown to you on the other side. You could see his calm look turn into a bit of confusion before he asked, “Whatcha doin’ here? Asmo kick you out?”

Yes, he did. But you’d never say that aloud.

“No, he didn’t.” You said as calmly as you could. “I came to hang out with you, actually.”

You watched as faint blush placed itself on Mammon’s cheeks that made your throat dry. It was so cute that you could barely contain your smile, thankfully you did.

“Sure,” he muttered lowly as he stepped aside for you to enter.

You walked into his room as causally as you could, your eyes gazing at the mess he had made. Clothes were strewn about and old, used plastic cups laid all over the place. You didn’t mind though, it usually looked like this.

You heard the door shut behind you as you made your way over to the couch he had in the middle of his room. A relaxing sigh making way from your lips as you felt yourself melt into it. Though, you were stripped from your fantasy when you felt the weight shift and see a very stiff looking body that belonged to your crush.

“So, whatcha wanna do?” He asked in a manner that made him seem cool.

You thought for a moment before letting your emotions take over in an instant. “I just wanna hang out with you, it doesn’t matter what.”

You saw the demon turn his head the other way in the corner of your eyes, the ends of your lips being tugged up gently by strings.

“Of course you do!” He shouted with a small stutter in the beginning. “I am the Great Mammon after all, of course a human like you would want to hang out with such a powerful demon.”

You laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”

It didn’t take long for a odd atmosphere to turn friendly and loving. Laughter filled the room, jokes being thrown back and forth until tears started to pop up in the corner of each other’s eyes. Though, when it was Mammon laughing alone, you couldn’t help but go crazy. Without knowing until it was too late, Mammon had caught all of your attention.

“Mammon.” You sternly put, watching as the demon calm down and stare at you with something behind his gaze that made your heart beat faster.

“Yeah?” He questioned with a stupidly cute smile still prompted on his face.

“I like you.”

You watched him carefully. Everyone muscle, everyone small change in his expression. You watched all of it. Worry behind to take over your soul when his first reaction was surprise. However, that blush you adored returned and easied your mind.

“Idiot,” he uttered out. “You can’t go saying stuff like that outta nowhere.”

You nodded your head, your body inching closer to his. You pressed your hand into the couch to hold up your body weight and lean in more. You watched his body back up an inch out of pure instinct reaction.

“I really like you, Mammon.” You repeated, your voice never fluctuating. “I like you, romantically.”

Mammon’s eyes closed as he leaned his head down. “Damnit, you idiot, I-I was supposed to say it first.”

It was your turn to blush a bit, but you tried to keep it down and remain calm as you said, “Be mine.”

That was it, the trigger. You literally thought you broke the second strongest demon for a moment, but he recovered eventually when you pressed your lips to his cheek. You made it soft, comforting even. You knew you were hot in the face, but you didn’t mind him knowing so much anymore after his reaction.

“Be mine?” You asked his time with some hope in your eyes and even though you knew his answer.

“Idiot, you’re mine! Got that?” He yelled as he tried to regain some control in the situation. Though, that failed when you happily laughed and wrapped your arms around him in pure bliss.