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[will-you-pick-me]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CREATOR OF WEATHERING FEELINGS IS HERE TOO

[dduane]

Hi Diane!

I promise this will end in an ask, but I have a story to share first, if you have the time.

I’m very new to Tumblr, in fact, I was moved to finally create an account to send you this message, but I’ve been casually poking around for a bit. A quick google last summer told me that Tumblr is the best place to get Good Omens news from Neil himself, but it didn’t do the courtesy of warning me just how magnetic this particular bastion of chaotic creative internet mayhem can be. This story is one example. Fun note, when I was composing this message my husband looked over my shoulder at the literal essay I’d typed out and suggested that I maybe, perhaps, might consider shortening it to the length of a conversation that could take place in an elevator. Or in line at the coffee shop. However, i’m not one sacrifice enormity for brevity.

Your post the other day regarding the cover for your novel, Stealing the Elf King’s Roses, got me thinking. First, that it was a very genuine thing to share, second, that I wasn’t entirely sure why I wasn’t immediately familiar with your work, and third, what a fun visual challenge. I was still thinking about it when I should have been sleeping, so I decided to dig in. I almost stopped reading your bio at the ‘blah blah blah’ because I was feeling quite bad about my media literacy at that point, but then I saw that you’re well-known for the Young Wizard series.

The Young Wizard series.

I said I’d try to keep it brief and this is my best attempt. I read books 1-5 of that series during the hardest, strangest, most heartbreaking time in my childhood when I desperately needed a different reality than my own. What I found in your novels was so much better than that. Your stories, your characters, your vision, helped teach me to ground myself in my strengths, frame my reality with hope and purpose, and how to build the spaces I needed within myself to find the compassion, forgiveness, joy and peace I so desperately needed. One of the things I built within myself on my healing journey was a beautiful jeweled box. It resides in my mind just off of I-335 in Topeka, Kansas. I was driving through the flint hills on a road trip from Milwaukee to Wichita when I finally finished the long process of constructing it, so that is where it stays, shining in the sun and twinkling under the stars. This box contains everything I experienced that couldn’t come with me as I grew. Crafting it was a lengthy, emotional, wrenching process, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done to allow me to become the person I am today. I used visit it every now and again, to make sure the jewels are still bright, but I’m very careful to not jostle the lid.

I’m recounting all of this to you because two nights ago I quite suddenly found myself standing beside my box for the first time in almost a decade. I could feel the gravel under my slipper socks as I gently opened the lid to see my copies of your books resting at the very top. I wasn’t immediately familiar with your work when I saw your name because it is so inextricable from the very fabric of how healed myself, that I accidentally let your words fall under the closed lid of the very box they helped enable me to make. Nothing else clamored to be released as I carefully pulled them out, and once more closed the lid.

So, the ask. I will be brief here - I’m an artist. Not currently working professionally as I’m exploring a different career path, but I’m usually working on a personal project or two. I needed a new one and was still intrigued by the post that started this all, so to help me process the emotions described above I made a version of a cover for STEKR and wanted to ask if I could share it with you. It looks like I can’t attach here, but I’d love to post it on my new, very empty page. It truly might not be your style, but I once again found solace in a space you opened the door to and this time I have the opportunity to share it!

Also, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

You're so very welcome! And I'm really glad the books were there for you when you needed them. (And plainly are there with you still.) 😊

And absolutely, post that cover! I'll be delighted to see it.

[strawberrysainz]

secret garden. charles leclerc

“ charles joining you on holiday was definitely not planned. you begin to have small revelations. is it the wine, or are you truly thinking about his lips on yours? ”

charles leclerc x reader

a warning— crude language, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, slightly mature. some shitty french, italian, spanish.

word count: 4.1k

Your book seems to begin to blur as the lethargy of a Sunday at five o’clock tends to do what it does best; make you sleepy.

That, and your previous glass of wine seemed to be catching up to you.

The universe sends a saviour in the shape of your friend Lila: she pokes your stomach so you that look up through your sunglasses. You shut the book. It’s something about a twenty-something girl in the 1960s, who joins a hippie cult, and the facts make your head spin (you really couldn’t be arsed to focus while the wine makes you drowsy). You pause the playlist on your phone to look expectantly up at her. She’s a little bit drunk too; her hair is mussed up from laying down on the lounger. The Italian sun was perfect today, white wine flowing while you both tanned the day away. Lila had invited you to her fiancé’s (he worked for Ferrari) house in Tuscany for a week in the summer. It was picturesque and romantic, but he had to work for much of it and she wanted to spend the time with a person who was there constantly. With a getaway promised years ago, she finally followed through, and your second day was just as lovely as the first.

“Up for padel?”

“You mean… le sport?” You answer, giggling slightly. “The wine is in my head now, ma chérie.” You tease affectionately and she begins to tidy up her things to go inside. “Yes, le sport,” she mocks, “‘Tonio invited us to play.” “With who as the fourth?” You ask curiously; Antonio had lamented all day yesterday that he was ‘third wheeling, alone’. Lila pauses to focus on the question, delightfully tipsy, and her hand tries to fold the towel as she thinks. “He invited Charles to come stay too, they will train and plot for the season’s second half together. Now we will third wheel on them.”

You nod then, smiling, and pack up, giggling to yourself about the looks you’ll get from those two when you turn up fabulously drunk. “Is it a hazard to play padel with athletes when the wine makes me slow?”

Lila cackles, bumping her sunglasses back up on her face, sliding on her sundress. “Tonio might flip out on us for being useless, he’s so competitive against Charles. Charles is too nice to say anything. I hope I am his partner.” She snorts, and you laugh too.

“I hope Charles brought proper drinks too. Last time we had a party at Lando’s, that tequila he brought…” you sigh at the memory. “I hope he’s also on summer mode. No offence chérie, but your boy cannot switch off unless he has a friend.” You poke fun at the fact that he will only drink one glass of wine with supper and refuse to get drunk as fuck with the two of you. Lila hits you with the pillow.

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You two Uber to the padel courts Antonio frequents in Italy, too scared to drive (rightfully so, you’re a bit shitfaced). You drink bottles and bottles of water, staring into each other’s eyes to try and sober up, but the dopey looks make you burst out laughing each time.

You end up napping for ten minutes, trying to sleep off the wine. Then you pat each other’s faces, blinking and blinking, but you end up giving up. Padel with two competitive men will be more fun not sober. When the driver drops you off, he tells you he is praying for whoever you speak to in the next minutes. You two end up in tears of laughter from God knows what. It ends with a hefty euro tip, some swear words and catching Lila from falling onto the street. Eventually you make it to the courts, picking up the two racquets the boys left for you on a bench, and you stare at Lila. “I hope we survive this.” You say seriously, and she salutes. You are in peals of laughter when you reach their court.

Charles stares at the two of you with amusement as you nearly trip over the entrance. “Avez-vous bu tous les deux?” He asks, and he receives just a wink from you, pointing at the small wine stain on Lila’s shirt.

He stifles a cackle as Lila goes to kiss Antonio sloppily, who kisses her reluctantly before gently scolding her in Italian. “Tonio, mon rêleuse, we apologise. We have only received your invitation when the wine was flowing. We also bring a level of entertainment.” You announce, brandishing the racquet. Your bluntness makes even Antonio smile. “Alright, alright. I was planning to put you two together, but maybe we’ll each pair with a drunkard, no?” He nods at Charles, who smiles.

“I’ll look after my girlfriend.” He adds, and Lila groans. “No! I wanted to play with Charles, he’s better at padel.” Antonio looks the most hurt you’ve ever seen a man be.

“Le spectacle de merde.” You whisper, at least you think it is a whisper, to Charles. “Ouais,” he giggles. You smack his arm affectionately. “Tu es tellement adorable,” you say, pursing your lips in a sweet way, and he hugs you with one arm, rubbing your back. “Laisse le vin continuer à parler, oui?”

The way in which you solidly keep hitting the ball on the wire makes him laugh.

Antonio cannot keep himself from raging at the two of you being useless, and tries to calm himself down; Lila falls on the court laughing at his aggressive muttering. You cry with laughter every time she misses the ball (which is more often than not) which leads Charles to request a glass of the wine you had been drinking. Padel has never been more fun, in your opinion: your grip gets looser and your shots stronger with every point. Charles carries your team, and you exchange a fist bump every time. Eventually you two win 11-10, and Lila jumps over the net clumsily to congratulate you both. Carlos settles for a reluctant high five. “Antonioooo…” you drag out his name, and the ridiculous grief of a tiny loss on his face makes you grin. “Can you make your tagliatelle?”

Lila clamours for it too, and he groans. “Whatever.” You two jump into each other’s arms; you end up getting another Uber back to shower and change so the boys can stop and grocery shop as well as buy you drinks, ‘not wine!’ under your instruction. When they get back, you’re slightly more sober, having showered and changed into a bikini (for a night swim) and a linen set over it.

Lila is asleep with her head on the kitchen counter while Charles pours you a rum and raspberry. You’re grateful for the different drink, the headache beginning to pound its way into your head. Antonio starts on the pasta, and you three talk about how their training was, how your poolside day went, the tourists in the city this week, paddock gossip and Charles’ new piano song, which he plays a recording of for you.

“That’s very good,” you compliment, and he blushes. Antonio is busy stirring the sauce while you have revelations. Charles clears his throat, locking the phone, and you set the table. “I’m making scones tonight,” you announce, and in the early stages of waking, Lila cheers with a yawn.

“With what?” Antonio challenges, and you wink. “I brought all the ingredients with. Jam and whipping cream. We can have some for breakfast tomorrow.” “Gotta train harder for that!” Lila jokes, flicking Charles’ arm, who giggles in that stupidly funny way.

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Stomachs full and content, you and Lila float in the light of the pool. Occasionally you swat a mosquito out of your face, and your second R&R slowly slips away. “Still making the scones?” She asks, and you yawn. “Merde.”

You both laugh.

“Ti piace Cha?”

You stare at her.

“Sei pazzo? He’s most likely got some European model waiting for him in Monaco.”

“Ho visto come ti guardava.”

Your head hurts.

“Ma chérie, Cha could not look at me twice. There is nothing.” Lila makes a disapproving sound, and you splash her.

“Ho sempre pensato che non avrebbe mai potuto-“

Charles and Antonio, holding beers, make their way from the house to the pool. You shut up. You notice that they’ve also been drinking quite heavily, like you two- Charles is much too giggly, and Antonio has that drunken seriousness to him. They sit on the edge of the pool. “Where are those scones?” Antonio asks, and you roll your eyes. “Maybe I’ll make them fresh in the morning.” You yawn, making Charles do the same.

“Cazzata!” He replies, and you laugh with Lila. “Promise. I want to go horse riding tomorrow morning, the farm across the way said I could when we went with the dogs.” Lila shakes her head. “¡No puedo enfrentarme a un caballo, especialmente contigo!”

You snort. Antonio downs the beer. Charles is staring at the moon. “You okay?” You raise your eyebrows. “Just remembering last time I went riding.”

There is an awkward silence.

You can’t gauge his tone, and you make eye contact with Lila, frowning. “Well, if anyone wants to come, I would love to have them.” You clear your throat, and Antonio shakes his head. “Gym tomorrow.” Charles groans, putting down the beer. “Putain!” “You’ll have scones when you finish then,” you smile, and make to get out. “I’m going to bed if I want to get up at seven.”

Everyone wishes you a good night, and you make your way up to your room, still uneasy about Charles at the pool.

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Your third day in Tuscany continues as you walk into the house; you are greeted by the dogs. The door was unlocked - a classic sign of Antonio leaving - so you knew the boys had left. You opened the large windows after taking off your boots, letting the fresh morning air in. You yawn as you put on a playlist, beginning to bake as the soft sounds of music accompany you to it.

About fifteen minutes later the scones are in the oven, and you set out some things to eat them with - as the plates clink, you hear Lila walking downstairs. “Hi,” she drags out the syllable - you smile at her ruffled brown hair - a dog is leaping up at her - and you wish her a good morning, making coffee for the both of you. She comes to sit on a bar stool, and you grimace at the remembrance of last night - where she slept for a moment or so - and she seems to recall the same. “How did you get up at seven?” She laughs. “My head was killing me.”

You laugh. “I have no clue.” “Wasn’t Charles weird last night? Or was I just drunk.” “No, he was so weird.” You are hungry to gossip (you had gone to bed before you could debrief.) “What the fuck was he on?”

Lila covers her mouth, laughing. Yet again, before you can gossip, the loud sound of the front door opening stops you. You groan and take the scones out of the oven. “Good morning!” Antonio says aloud, and you nod at the two walking in.

Lila kisses him on the cheek. “We have been hard at work.”

You grin. “How was neck day?” Charles rolls his eyes. “As incredible as you think it was.”

You laugh then, putting the hot scones on a plate. “Merde, did you do these from scratch? That’s so good.” “You burn eggs and toast, mate. Anything is so good in your eyes.” Antonio nudges Charles, who blushes furiously and smacks his arm.

You stare at Lila. She mouths some unfathomable sentence to you and you shrug as Antonio reaches for a scone. Your phone starts ringing, interrupting this strange situation, and you answer it. “Salut maman.” You answer.

“Ma chérie, comment est la Toscane? Les bons jours d'été avec toi me manquent, mon amour.”

You make a face that’s screwed up with childish embarrassment. “Tu me manques et la famille aussi, oui ? Je dois revenir en France pour visiter.”

“Papa t'envoie du champagne des cousins, et nous allons faire livrer des fleurs. Notre fille nous manque.”

“Pourquoi tant d'amour ?” You laugh.

“Sans raison.” She says innocently, and you stare at Lila, confused.

“Ton frère va se marier!”

“Quoi!” You shout, grasping your chest.

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The news of your brother’s engagement leaves you still slightly concerned as Charles hands you some sort of cocktail. You take a sip and grimace at the ratio of rum to whatever else is in there. Charles laughs. “Haven’t they been together for a while?”

You shake your head, detailing that you’d met his fiancé - albeit a nice man - only once before. Antonio laughs. Lila smacks his arm. “You haven’t proposed yet, you cannot laugh.” Antonio’s face is a picture as you gasp for breath with laughter.

The sun sets on a slow evening as you laze by the pool with these people; you adore being in their company, you realise. You are still shaking your head with shock. “I can’t believe my brother is the first sibling to be married,” you grimace, and Charles laughs. “Which Leclerc will marry first, you think?” You ask him. “I don’t know. I think Lorenzo, because Arthur’s young. Definitely not me.” He emphasises with a face, and you laugh.

Hours later, you tell stories of your and Lila’s university days while the boys laugh, details of hookups and too much alcohol paint pictures of pure comedy. “Anyone want a scone?” You announce, going to make one in the kitchen. “I’ll come with,” Charles says politely, leaving the couple to themselves.

You end up pouring another R&R while you spread jam and cream, not eager to experience your hangover tomorrow morning. “Je suis un putain d’alcoolique.” Charles dismisses the thought. “S'il vous plaît, vous n'êtes pas spécial.”

You laugh. “It’s nice that you’re here. I always wanted to get to know you better.” You say off topic, switching to English, the languages getting mixed up in your slowed down mind. Charles laughs and pats your arm. “A drink makes you very emotional,” he jokes, and you make a face. “Be quiet.” “Let’s take a picture!” You switch up, mind spinning, and Charles is laughing as he takes pictures of you making scones with slow limbs, dancing, smiling, spinning.

You take a 0,5 of him in return, laughing at the weird expression on his face. You take selfies, air kissing, pulling faces, until your phone tells you you’re out of storage, and the moment is over, lipstick on his face. You laugh. He’s quiet.

“I can wipe it off,” you say quietly, trying not to ruin the comfortable energy in the kitchen. He lets you do it tenderly with a baby wipe, big expressive eyes staring into yours, wide with the relaxation of alcohol flowing through him. He leans in and you lurch back, shocked at the prospect of you two.

He pretends like he didn’t do anything, the little shit, and your eyes narrow as you pinch his ear. He cries out in pain, and tries to get you back, but you’re running with the scones in one hand and the drink in the other, cackling into the dark night, the comfort of the warmth.

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The next morning is rough.

You’re woken up with a lurching stomach, violently hungover. You decide a swim under the Italian sun is going to help, and change, going to the pool. Antonio is there, swimming laps, and you hover awkwardly around the pool before getting in. He greets you softly, not wanting to disturb the birds chirping down at the vineyard and the peace of the morning. “There’s this song,” you say, dipping your head into the cool water, relishing this delightful feeling that comes with the activity of swimming like a child. “I used to listen to it every day of my last year of uni. It’s this song that makes me feel so great inside. And I realise that I feel that way when I’m with all of you. Thank you for inviting me.” Antonio looks touched, as much as a guy could at that revelation. “You’ve still got three days with me. That could change your mind.”

You laugh, diving underwater.

From the kitchen window, Lila and Charles are talking, unbeknownst to you. She grabs his arm aggressively as he moves to take the fresh cup of coffee. “Do you like her?” He jumps with fright. “Merde- she’s very nice?”

Lila raises her eyebrows.

He groans. “You aren’t going to ask me if I like like her as if I’m twelve.” “Charles!” She folds her arms, and he casts his gaze to you lazing in the pool.

“No.” He says stubbornly, and he might have convinced her but he hasn’t convinced himself. Lila lets out a huff as she turns back to the breakfast she’s making; he looks down at the floor.

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Charles offers you wine. You nearly smack the bottle out of his hand. “No.”

The early afternoon is the precursor to your declaration of sobriety for the day; you and Lila take the dogs for another walk, getting dragged by their leashes as they leap and bound. You end up at the gym with her afterwards, sweating out your fatigue, and you try not to stare at Charles as he and Antonio walk in. Another game of padel is offered afterwards, and you two accept, playing away yet another lovely day and beginning of the evening. You’re much better at padel when you’re sober.

Then Antonio and Charles want to go clubbing, and you agree wearily, going back with them to change into some little strappy top and skirt. You have never decided your stance on clubbing - you love a night out somewhere, but the thought of it annoys you now, the prospect of a night in after a long bath sounding much better.

You and Lila pretend you’re back in your uni days, dark eyeshadow and dramatic makeup, perfume stinking up the room. You laugh at the two of you as you slip on some high heels, red lipstick everywhere, mascara accidentally smudging as you absentmindedly wipe your face.

You fix it before you’re running down to the car when you hear Antonio shouting about your tardiness. It’s a 4x4, and you slide chaotically into the middle seat next to Charles, Lila hopping in afterwards, your knee touching Charles’, skirt riding up. You let out a breath as Antonio has a bit of a nostalgic moment - he met Lila on a night just like this, with you two, at a club in Madrid.

“I feel nineteen again,” you laugh, seven years ago finding you again, the smell of Charles’ cologne rooting you back in the present. The driver is chattering on about Ferrari as you get Charles to take pictures of you and Lila, posing, then judging the pictures, high-fiving him for his great photography skills. You post one to your story, all wide eyes and pouty lips, and your followers begin to reply things about all those years ago.

You’re at the club twenty minutes later, a Khalid song sending you out of the car. You grab Lila’s arm and hug her, intensely nostalgic. Charles demands more pictures of you - Antonio agrees - you two must look good. He takes more, and then you’re all taking photos in the street light, and you’re handing your phone to some random girl who takes photos of all of you. She mumbles something in Italian and Charles thanks her very much before you’re all bundled into the club.

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Charles comes to drape his arm over your shoulder an hour later, sweaty, and he’s got lip gloss on his lips. You point at your own lips pointedly and he exclaims something that’s lost in the noise. He lifts up his shirt to wipe his sticky lips and your gaze is caught on his abs as his hand brushes his chest. You look away hurriedly.

A dull ache propels you onto the dance floor, and some guy leans in to kiss you and you let him, annoyed and jealous. But his breath smells terrible, stale, and you’re pulling away, shuddering, and run to the bar for some water.

You’re still retching like a cat with a hairball ten minutes later when Charles finds you again, and he laughs with confusion. You roll your eyes. “I’m gonna go for a smoke,” you shout in his ear, and he follows you, a hand ghosting your back. You shiver and run out into the heat.

You pull out a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of your bag and you light one hurriedly, the taste of that guy still horrid in your mouth.

You offer the cig, lipstick-stained, and Charles hesitates before you shrug. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, and you shrugged. “Only when I’m out.”

He nods then; you lift up the cigarette to his lips. He takes a drag, eyes shining outside the fluorescent light of the club. You breathe, and you can see a teenager standing beside you instead of a man in his twenties, sneaking a smile and a smoke in secret.

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It’s 2:26. You scroll on your phone as Charles talks lowly on the phone beside you (Leila and Antonio found some friends and decided to stay). You stare out at the moon, the light highlighting your face as you look back at Charles briefly. He’s already looking, and smiles slowly, bashful to have been caught. You can’t hide a smile.

His hand is laying tentatively on the middle seat, and your hand is on your knee. You both stare.

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He’s pulling out a bottle of wine as you tumble into the house, the night welcoming you back to the villa. Your eyes are wide and his focussed on the glasses in his hand, walking carefully out onto the patio. You fall into a slightly uncomfortable metal chair and he pours a glass in the dark, squinting as you hear some crickets. You accept a glass with a quiet thanks and he sits down next to you clumsily, and the wine sloshes out onto his shirt and he curses quietly. You grin.

One of the dogs pad out onto the wood and the click of its nails makes your nose scrunch and it tries to jump on your lap; with a groan you attempt to shove it off and Charles gets up, laughing, pushing, and somehow he ends up staring into your eyes, bending down, and some force of nature propels you to capture his lips with yours. You let out a little sigh as he wraps a hand in your hair, and he’s pulling you up and the glass is forgotten and it’s twilight hours in the dark.

The trembling anticipation of a new lover ignites a new energy there outside. You wrap an arm around his neck and you both push forward against each other. It’s the kind of kiss where everything just works; your lips slot so perfectly, and his hair feels soft beneath your hazy movements.

The dog interrupts by licking your knee, and you move backward with a shudder. He’s moving in again, shoulders taut, and his arms are smooth as your hands grasp them, bodies moving sensually under the light of the crescent moon above.

Your watch beeps and you look down to see a notification from Lila. You ignore it. Charles is instead running fluid hands over your hips, liquid gold, and you’re melting, drowning in the heavy look in his eyes. It’s as if the puzzle piece has just slotted into place. A newfound frenzy causes you to pull him slowly into the house, bare feet meeting the dark wood below. You nearly crash into a glass window before you’re in the kitchen, and he’s bending your back slightly over a counter, finding your neck with his lips, nipping, sucking, and you’re parting your lips with delight, body moving with his.

His facial hair is scruffy, and the sensation causes you to arch a little and he slams you back down. You moan.

He grins.

A hand flits up your back, under the shirt, feeling the skin, and you shiver when he rubs a thumb over a piece of your spine, and he’s leaning back to study you, cheeks pink in the dark, and he goes back in for a kiss, smiling broadly.

[hobisstar]

moving you | jjk x plussize!reader

summary: sitting on weverse with your best friend seems like fun! until your best friend finds his fingers deep in between your folds.

warning: jungkook is touchy, yn is also touchy, matching besties, smut, jungkook dom, yn sub, yn champagne confetti. i think thats it.

it was time. time for yn, his favorite person outside of family and friends to come over.

this was normal ya know, her coming over every other week for week just to sit with jungkook and bam. but this time he had to do something.

so jungkook grabbed his phone and sat it up on his kitchen counter. he was going to go live on weverse. he has talked to her before and asked if it was fine, he wanted his fans to meet her really bad and she agreed without hesitation.

this wasnt his usual lives though since yn was over. its was kinda like a meet & greet through weverse if you will.

yn was just walking in from the bathroom when he grabbed her hand and pulled her close. jungkook kissed her cheek off camera and then pulled her into the camera, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“army, this is yn. i’ve promised you guys were going to meet her..” he smiled and watched the comments on the live go by extremely fast. it was definitely hard to read anything they were saying but jungkook managed to see a few comments.

“matching pajamas? you guys look like a couple. we get told that a lot. believe it or not Joon, bought these for us for my birthday.” he answered. “ your bestie is my bestie. no, she is mine only.” he laughed. yn smiled watching the interaction between him and his fans.

yn pulled to go pet bam since he was staring at her and whimpering this entire time. she sat down and cuddled with bam on the floor and laughed as he continued his live.

“me and yn want to back some brownies. even though its 2 am” he mentioned as she stood up. walking up to him and stating “ Kookie was hungry and thats all he has in his house” laughing as she walked back into the camera.

as much as he thought this wasnt going to work, it was going smoothly. they were baking and interacting with army as if this was normal. but the only problem was that, jungkook loved putting his hands on any part of yn. she liked doing the same. since being on live they haven’t really touched and he misses it.

“we will be right back army!” he stated and took her to his bedroom. their bedroom at this point because his sheets smelled like her.

without missing a beat he instantly pulled her into him gripping on her hips and letting his hands rome down to her ass.

he gripped it softly then slapped both cheeks. she chuckled and held onto his biceps.

you know jungkook and yn have been this way since theyve met actually.

they have always been blunt, touchy, honest with each other. it’s normal. so normal that the rest of the group is so tired of seeing it.

“if we are gone too long they are going to assume that we are doing something naughty…” yn whispered to his ear which sent him to chuckle.

“ ah… you are such a tease..” yn watched him poke his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

one of yns biggest fears was crushing Jungkook. everytime he sits her on top of him its a fear. when she sits on his face. its a fear.

jungkook absolutely enjoys it. give him a run for his money. or life.

he loves it :)

absolutely. never be scared to give your man or bestie all of your weight. youd be surprised how much they can handle.

anyways, jungkook picks yn up and puts her on his desk. not caring if she was sitting on important information.

“then we should make this quick no?”

without waiting for a response jungkook kisses her deeply and eagerly. its like there lips were made for each other. both their bodies were crafted for each other’s.

wasting no time, he slipped her pajama pants down to her ankles. he glade he persuaded her to not wear underwear with him. this is so much easier.

going back to her lips he slowly massaged her clit with his four fingers. he loved her lips but right now he needed to mask her moans with his own lips.

“your so wet for me and i barely did anything yet” jungkook whispered into their kiss which made her shiver and whimper into the kiss.

“please… kook please” yn quietly whined.

needing to hear nothing more Jungkook entered two digits and slowly moved them while he bit on her lip. he felt her grinding against his fingers trying to get him to go faster to which he did. soon, he was moving his two fingers in and out of her at a nice enough pace. yn felt her wave of orgasm coming with each sharp thrust of his fingers. as if on que, yn bit his lip and he speed up even faster.

“ oh fuck k-kook im cumming…” jungkook smirked and took his fingers out and slapped her clit fast watching her release and go to her high. He put there lips together again and she moaned well probably screamed into the kiss as she squirted all over his floor and desk.

he slowed down his hand and soon massaged her pussy helping her come down from her high.

yn was a shaking mess and very limp. when she opened her eyes she saw jungkooks shirt wet and the floor infront of her covered in her juices.

he kissed away her shock then pulled away chuckling.

“ mmm… champagne confetti.” kook looked her up and down with lust in his eyes. god he needed more.

without saying a word he walked out the room and grabbed his phone “ army, im sorry but i have to end the live… yn got a little tummy ache and i need to comfort her.. ill talk to you guys later. Bye!” he smiled and waved ending the live.

he put his phone on the counter then also grabbed the oven mitt and took the brownies out the oven. those will definitely be good, but not better than the meal he was ready to have.

after putting the brownies on the stove to cool off, he headed back into the room and smirked while closing the door.

“ready for round two, doll?”

[dunmeshi-darlings]

oh my gosh i love your imagines so much!!!! have you ever considered doing something like when chilchuck realizes he has feelings for the reader?? maybe they joined their party and seemed really interested in his work and always wanted to chat with him when they could and it sort of led him into getting closer and being like “oh shit… am i growing attached…”

thank you so much deary, it warms my heart to know people enjoy the content i am putting out for them.

Chilchuck was actually the one to suggest laios get a new party member to join them, with how dangerous things had been getting lately he figured it would be nice to have some extra backup.

He was hesitant about you at first, He thought at first that you asking all kinds of questions was you doubting him. But he quickly learned that no, you had a genuine interest in his work. He would grin whenever he would explain something to you, it was nice to have somebody who respected him and his work.

Of course because you showed such interest in his work the two of you grew closer and you ended up being the person he was closest with in the party, the two of you often sitting together and sharing stories and talking about things as you two laughed together.

After senshi joined you two would also try the foods together, promising to try it if the other did. You were also quick to remind senshi that traps and locks were chilchucks specialty and that he should really respect him and his work. This was music to chilchucks ears and helped keep senshi out of his hair.

You two grew closer and closer, always by each others side as you talked and joked and explored together. One day when you were away from camp marcille poked chilchuck. "Your a hypocrit." She huffs confusing the half-foot. "The hell is that for? what did i do!?" he throws his arms up in confusion, the elf crossing her arms.

"you always get onto us about inter party romance except you and Y/N are so lovey dovey it feels like a romance book" She says pouting a little causing the half-foot to jump in shock. "WHAT?! ME AND Y/N ARNT TOGETHER!?" he shouts waving his arms confusing marcille. "you two sure act like it? you two obviously like each other."

"no it...i...we arnt...i dont view...but.."

Chilchuck tried to explain everything away, saying that he didnt have any feelings. However the more and more he looked at it, all the arguments he kept trying to come up with seemingly fall away as the realization dawns on the older half-foot causing him to sit down and put his face in his hands.

"oh god....i like Y/N....dammit." He groans, the elf mage laughing as she realized the situation, that chilchuck hadnt realized he liked you. "ITS EVEN MORE LIKE MY ROMANCE BOOKS NOW." she wheezed in laughter causing the half-foot to curse at her in his language as she finally settles down.

Chilchuck had a lot of thinking to do, He had preached on and on and on about how bad interparty romance was both from experience with it as well as his own issues he had with relationships that he hadnt told anyone about...was he supposed to just ignore these feelings and act like they werent there? he knew that if he did it would eat him alive, but could he really ignore his own advice?

[verstappentime]

divorce verse for your wednesday <3 this is from after max & dan break up. (the rest of this verse is here) (the scene previous to this will get finished but this is what i have today <3) The first night Daniel’s gone, Max walks into a fucking wall trying to go to the bathroom.

It’s happened before, because his depth perception is awful and worse in the dark and worse sometimes than others, but usually he hits knee-first or something. Nope, just a wall right to the orbital bone. 

It’s not something Daniel could have saved him from, but it still doesn’t make it any easier. Daniel’s not there to be woken up by his cursing a blue streak and ask if he’s alright, to sit him down and put ice on it and make him feel less pathetic.

His head is throbbing, in a normal person kind of way. He’s going to have a massive goose egg. He finally gets to the light switch, very, very carefully, and tempts himself to go down the hall with the promise of crying about it afterward.

It’s easier, with the bedroom light illuminating the way. He makes it there and back okay. 

He needs to not call Daniel, but he’s groggy and worked up and he gets confused at night and– he’s just going to lose it if he can’t talk to someone. 

Daniel picks up on the first ring. He must still have Max excluded from do not disturb. Must be sleeping with the ringer on.

“I walked into the wall,” he says, before Daniel can get anything out. 

“What?” He can hear Daniel sitting up, sheets rustling. He should be scolding Max for calling in the middle of the night. He doesn’t. “Are you hurt?” 

“I hit my head. Or, like, my face. Both.” Max touches where the bruise is forming on his head. He kind of forgot what hurt that’s not coming from the inside feels like. He pokes it again. He’s lucky he hit on bone, probably, and that it wasn’t a corner and he’s not bleeding. “I don’t know,” he says, voice cracking. 

“Okay.” Daniel’s all calm. This kind of stuff never bothers him. Max wants him to be here. “You sound alright. You weren’t, like, running, right? Do you have a headache?”  “No. I think– I think I am okay.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, just to see how bad it hurts. “This is shit, Daniel.”

“We need to get you some of those lights you can turn on with your voice, yeah? I’ll look in the morning.” We. He’s going to have to stop that. Not right now.

“I can– I’ll do it.” 

“I’ll remind you, then. What do you want to do right now?” 

“I don’t know,” Max says again. “I don’t want to get up again.” He presses his knuckles to his teeth, something awful in his chest. “I feel shit that I called you already.” 

“I don’t care. It’s good you did. I was scared that you wouldn’t. Makes me feel better.” Daniel pauses. “Not that I’m like, glad you walked into a wall.” 

“It sounds very stupid when you say it out loud.” He knows it’s his fault, but he can’t help it: “What am I going to do? Just call you always?” 

“You can, baby.” Daniel never tells him no. Daniel let him leave because he never tells him no. “You have other people, though. They’ll be happy to answer. You can call your mum or Victoria or Charles. But also me, if you want to.” 

Max wants Daniel to tell him that’s unfair. But the idea of being cut off from the only person that really knows what it’s like for him makes him want to throw up. Charles would laugh at him for this one, even though he wouldn’t mean to. Max says, “I think I want to go back to sleep.” 

“Good idea. You want me to stay on?” 

“No. That will be very boring for you.” Max lays down, turning over on his side, his back to where Daniel should be. “Are you sleeping too?” 

“Yeah, Maxy, I’m going to.” 

“Okay. Then we will both go to sleep.” 

“Yeah,” Daniel says, all gentle. “I’m going to text you tomorrow, okay? It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me after that. But I’ll remind you about the lights and ask about your face.” 

“That’s fine.” He can’t know if he’ll remember, and he really does not want this to happen again, and– and now he knows for sure he’ll hear from Daniel tomorrow. 

There’s a beat where neither of them know what to say, but Daniel’s the bravest and he says, “I love you. Goodnight.” 

“I– Me too, Daniel.” He can’t lie. Not about that.

[kiddbegins]

Pretty Please? - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

requested: yes <3

word count: 400~

warnings: uh idk it's cute? but also probably sucks?

a/n: this is simply for bff aka @winchesterszvonecek so yeah sorry it's short tho

When they smile mischievously and their dimples appear and you just cannot say 'no' because they are too adorable [otis]

When you started dating Otis you accepted the fact that you wouldn’t see him for 24 hours straight. Or more if he decided to pull in a double. It was put on the table right away and yeah, he worried about it at first. 

That you’d get annoyed when he was gone all that time but honestly you didn’t mind. Knowing that he was out there helping and saving people made it all that much easier. And it's not like you were just, sitting at home the whole time. You also had a job.

But when he was off work, it was all cuddles and dinners at his place or yours. You were alright at cooking and he was, decent, to say the least but you made it work. 

If the food had to be ordered in then so be it, you guys weren’t picky about it. Your personal favorite was that Indian place two blocks down that had the best chicken curry you'd ever had.

But sometimes he really wanted to go out. Have the whole big dinner at a fancy restaurant with candles and dim lighting and such. Make a big deal about it. A proper date night.

And it wasn't that you didn’t want to, because of course you did, but you were a homebody. If you had to say somewhere was a safe haven for you, it would 1000% be either Otis’ or yours. Restaurants felt like hell. 

“Come on,” Otis pouted, arms around your waist as you got ready for work. “Pretty please? We don’t have to go to a fancy restaurant, it can be a smaller one, I just want to go out and show you off.” 

Your eyes caught his in the mirror, a smile growing on his face as he pulled you closer to him. “You can wear that beautiful red dress you have that I am, much a fan of. And I’ll wear that one button up that you really like.” He muttered, kissing your neck lightly. 

“God I can’t say no to you when you smile like that.” You grumbled, turning to face him, the grin still painted on his face. “Alright, we can go. But you have to promise that you’ll wear that teddy bear shirt that I like.” You poked at the dimple that creased into his cheek as you spoke, a vague smile fighting to show on your own face.

He nodded enthusiastically, your arms moving to go over his shoulders. “I swear on my life I will wear that shirt,” Otis spoke quickly, the excitement clear on his face. 

You laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him, one of your hands going to the side of his face and brushing your thumb over his mustache. “Then we have a deal.” A small peck to the nose and you pulled away, “but I still have work, so I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yes, yes you will.” 

see, usually i wouldn't post two little things in one day but i fear i'm hyping this up to her too much to not post it right away? so uh yeah, i will most likely be hiding away after this bc none of my other requests are looking inch resting at the momentttt sorry and ily

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

For funsies, do you have thoughts about what pokemon each Cullen would be most likely to have? Like idk why but I picture Emmett with a Growlithe

I swear to god I had answered this somewhere but since I can't find it, I doubt others can find it.

Let's do it.

Alice

Per the Pokemon universe, Alice is very clearly a psychic and while a powerful one is more or less bog-standard and less terrifying than Sabrina.

I imagine Alice would have a Kadabra and they would have great fun together as Alice communicates for them and uses them to teleport her places she wishes to go.

Bella

Bella has an Eevee, not only is it appropriately normal/non-interesting looking but it's very vulnerable looking, weak compared to its potential evolutionary forms, and has that evolutionary potential to become almost anything for all Bella wouldn't really recognize that fact.

She'd love Eevee because it's a normal type, just like her, because Bella is so normal it hurts.

"Bella, that means only fighting types are super effective against you"

"I am so average."

Carlisle

Carlisle has a Chansey that becomes a Blissey that is his wife Esme. See, Carlisle was working at a Pokemon Center (as one does) and one day came in a tragic Chansey that had had to run away from its trainer and in the process lost its egg.

Everyone had given up on Chansey and Carlisle, cursing himself for being a vampire and probably terrifying the life out of her, ends up taking her home.

Chansey thrives in her new environment and, as all Chansey do, becomes progressively weird the more happy she is. Chansey evolves into a Blissey, a creature that will run at lightening speeds to offer you an egg in your time of need.

It is accepted in the Cullen household that Esme the Blissey is the Cullen mom. It's so accepted, they forget it's weird.

Bella comes to their house and Edward promises she'll love his mother.

Who is his mother?

The Blissey making Italian food in the kitchen because Isaballa is Italian right? (Despite Blissey only saying "Blissey" the plot does not change at all and Bella just assumes that when Blissey goes on a long chirping rant to her it's about how great Edward is.

Yeah, Edward must be her favorite blood sucking child.)

Edward

Edward doesn't have a pokemon.

This is because as a vampire he didn't want to corrupt a good, benign, pokemon with his presence (only the fact that Carlisle and Esme are so pure prevents him from feeling too terrible about Esme). So, Edward wants to gravitate towards more... ah... let's call them tempermental pokemon such as Gengar.

However, Edward doesn't actually want a Gengar, as he wants to be a good person worthy of the world, and a Gengar also doesn't want him for that same reason.

When he meets Bella, there's a dramatic moment where she helps him accept that he too can have a pokemon like a real boy. As Bella tells him what to get, and he wants to impress her, I imagine he gets a Dragonair as it's so beautiful and elegant, just like Bella thinks Edward is (he's never allowed to evolve it into a herp de derp Dragonite).

Emmett

Growlithe and Arcanine in the pokemon world I think are a little too associated with duty/law enforcement to quite be Emmett's thing. Growlithes, while dogs, are very much watch dogs and have a steadfast seriousness when it comes to protection/the law or what have you.

I'm really struggling with him, actually.

I'm going to go with Aipom, good natured but extremely mischievous (and perhaps a little short sighted) who love to live in groups and are just looking for a good time.

Emmett would think his Aipom is the shit.

Emmett also has a Magikarp because he thinks it's hilarious. Its name is Splash. He will never ever trade it.

Esme

Esme is a Blissey. See above.

Though, a happy (but weird), day might come about when coming back from doing the shopping (which Blissey happily does now without having to worry about eating people even if the towns people of Poke Forks are a little surprised that the Blissey is just out there shopping... alone... or going to parent teacher conferences and just... acting like people) and what do you know there's an egg.

"This is our egg, Carlisle" Esme the Blissey clearly pantomimes.

"Sure," is what Carlisle says because he doesn't want to disagree (and pokemon work in mysterious ways) but he did not do the thing that you know humans do to procreate.

Anyways, point being, Esme at one point might have a little Happiny.

Rosalie looks on it with envy because while she adores Esme, EsMe CaN HaVE ChiLDrEN anD isN't a VAmPIrE.

Jasper

Jasper has a Houndoom from his glory days at war. He tries to tell people it's not a Balrog.

Jasper is wrong, it is a Balrog.

Renesmee

There's a story here.

There is great debate over what pokemon Renemsee should get as it should be as special and wonderful as she is. Edward wants to give he ran Eevee, like her mother (Bella's Eevee having since evolved into some state Bella thinks is more cool/better) and for the symbolism of potential and growth that Eevees represent.

Bella wants to give her daughter a Dratini, something that will grow up to be beautiful and elegant and otherworldly (and never a Dragonite, never, it will only stay a Dratini).

Esme of course offers her beloved daughter Happiny (but isn't that your child Esme???) as well as an egg in Renesmee's time of need.

Alice wants her with something adorable like a Pichu, Azumarill, or what have you. It will look great in pictures. And must never ever be allowed to evolve.

Emmett wants to give her a Magikarp which they will name "Splash Two" or "Splashnesmee".

Jacob, of course, wants to give Renesmee a Mightyena because it's a wolf. "It will eat her face, Jacob" Bella does not want to do this even if she admits the symbolism is touching.

In all the bickering, Renesmee stumbles across a Cleffa (stumble being that a spaceship arrived and hit her in the face). Cleffa, being extremely rare and alien, is not recognized by the Cullens who stare and wonder "what is that thing".

Alice supposes it's cute, if not what she had in mind, she can work with this. Bella, Edward, and Jacob are all still upset and trying to get Renesmee to give the thing to Esme to raise so she can have their pokemon instead.

Renesmee ends up with all the pokemon, but does not get rid of Cleffa.

Rosalie

I actually put Rosalie as having a Chikorita. Chikoritas are steadfast, loyal to those they love, as well as courageous. While a Vulpix and Ninetales would appeal to Rosalie's aesthetics, being incredibly beautiful, Chikorita would have all the qualities she'd look for in a friend/partner that is a Pokemon while also being able to be nurturing/help with chores and things (via the use of helpful vines versus well fire balls).

[just-your-average-author]

A Sleeping Dragon

“This movie is completely unrealistic!” spoke out Logan, completely and utterly exasperated during Wreck it Ralph. Family movie nights never went according to plan. “There is no possible way video game characters could interact in that way and frankly, the way the inner workings of electrical units are portrayed is ridiculous.”

Roman sighed. He looked down at Virgil who was laying into him fast asleep. “Logan, it’s just a movie. It's a silly movie. It isn’t meant to be realistic.”

Patton giggled. “Yeah, Lo! It’s just a movie.”

Logan huffed. “I don’t see how someone could enjoy a film when it is so blatantly ridiculous.” Roman rolled his eyes, while Patton just giggled again. “It should have at least some aspect of a realistic component to it.”

”Just watch the movie, Specs,” huffed Roman in annoyance.

Virgil, who was curled up napping in between Roman and Patton with his head in Roman’s lap, stirred. He grunted, very annoyed. “Who woke me up?”

All three sides froze. You did not want to be the person who woke Virgil up. He didn’t sleep much, so when he did, he expected to not be disturbed.

“Well? I’m waiting,” demanded Virgil, now sitting up straight. He looked around in question, arms crossed.

Roman blurted out, pointing an accusatory finger toward the logical trait in the recliner. “Logan was complaining about the movie!”

Logan glared at Roman in indignation. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to speak during the whole movie?” he inquired angrily. He turned to Virgil. “Besides, I would have dropped it if Roman would have just nodded and agreed with me. But no, he had to argue,” he added scowling.

Virgil hid his smirk and instead raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?” In reality, he never actually got mad when he was woken up. He just liked messing with the others (especially Roman) however he could. Virgil figured he could have some fun with this.

”O-oh, well-” stuttered Roman.

“I thought I heard something other than Logan’s voice! I heard someone else who was frankly quite louder than Logan!” interjected Virgil looking up at Roman. Roman paled.

“Ah well, I was just defending the movie that’s all,” he replied, trying to hide his fear and failing miserably. “Simply making conversation.”

Virgil smothered a grin. He loved making Roman nervous. “Well, Roman, we all know you’re a lot louder than Logan; it was probably you who woke me up.”

“Now that’s not always-“

Roman was cut off by his yelp, feeling a poke at his ribs. “No interrupting!” scolded Virgil, this time forgetting to mask the grin and the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of this.

Roman blanched as Virgil’s intentions were made clear. “Virge, I’m sorry! Honest! You can go back to sleep, and we’ll all be quiet okay?” He glanced around to see if any of the other Sides would lend a hand. Logan was pretending to be fascinated by the movie suddenly and Patton was also suddenly too ‘preoccupied‘ to notice. He began to grow very nervous as Virgil crept up closer to him.

“Well, I’m already awake now thanks to you-“ he poked Roman’s side again who squeaked at the touch. Virgil‘s evil smile took up his whole face. “I’m very upset, Roman. My sleep was disturbed.” Roman began whining and backed into the arm of the sofa as Virgil continued to get closer. Patton and Logan finally turned their attention to the two traits in the middle of a standoff.

“Don’t hurt him, Virgil!” pleaded Patton.

“I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry Pat. I won’t hurt him. Physically anyway. His pride might be a little bruised.” Virgil smirked again. Roman continued to plead with the darker side despite knowing full well that nothing would stop what was about to happen.

“Come on, Virgil, please! I promise it won’t happen again! I- EEP!“ A pinch to his side.

“Too late, Princey. In all your years of being a prince, has no one told you the most important rule?“

Virgil paused as if trying to build up even more anticipation. He leaned in so close, that Roman could feel the anxious Side’s breath against his neck.

“Don’t wake a sleeping dragon.”

With that, he pounced on Roman and scribbled all over his torso immediately causing the Prince to break into frantic cackles. He mercilessly tickled all over and despite Roman’s defenses, Virgil was just too fast. Every place he tried to guard, the anxious side would just tickle somewhere else. Roman was hysterically laughing and resorted to calling for help from the others.

“HEEHEHEHELLLPPP!!” He cried through his desperate laughter.

“You shouldn’t require our assistance. You should be able to fight him off yourself. If I’m not mistaken, you supposedly have beaten this so-called ‘Dragon Witch’ which, judging by the name, would seem much more dangerous than the tickle monster,” replied Logan, a teasing smile encompassing his features.

”Oh I’m not sure about that Logan,” joked Virgil. “The tickle monster is pretty vicious.”

Poor Roman turned a bright red. “Stahahahahahahap teheheheasheheing!!”

“Aww Lo, look he’s blushing really hard,” Patton gushed.

Roman just blushed harder at that, the teasing was killing him. He was laughing himself hoarse while Virgil just snickered with no signs of stopping anytime soon. After what seemed like hours, Virgil noticed Roman’s laugh becoming more breathy.

“Well, Princey,” Virgil began. Roman was beside himself laughing, as Virgil’s hands were shoved in his armpits “I think you might have learned your lesson.” Roman nodded frantically. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop on one condition. You say, ‘Virgil, you are the best side in the entire world and I would be nothing without you, and I promise to never disrupt your sleep ever again.’ Can you say that?” Roman squeaked as a response. Virgil chuckled knowing Roman couldn’t possibly; he was laughing way too hard.

“VIRHIHIGLLE YOHOHOHO ARHAHAA AHHHHH!”

“Yes? I am what?”

“BEHEHEHEEHEST SIHIHIHIHDE- OHOHOHO MYHHYHY GOHOHOSH!”

Virgil laughed. “And?”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT REMEHEHEMBER!!” Roman cried in desperation. Virgil started to feel a little bad.

“Alright close enough.” He finally stopped and poor Princey fell limp, giggling and wheezing for air. Virgil smiled down at him. “Sorry dude. May have gone slightly overboard,” he apologized.

“Hahaha, my stohohomahahach, ohoho mahan.”

Virgil helped him sit up and got him settled. Roman was exhausted, so Virgil let him lay in his lap. “There you go, Sir Sing-a-lot,” Roman mumbled a thank you. The roles were reversed as Roman laid napping on Virgil and the rest of the bunch were threatened to stay quiet by Virgil, lest they get the same treatment Roman did. They all watched the movie in silence.

[enam3l]

A/N: another little rockstar eddie blurb because i am in my feels. reader is coded as having textured hair because that’s what i have and i gotta read all these straight hair fics constantly !!! also if the title made you laugh ily

There are lots of things Eddie Munson never thought he’d be known as. A rockstar, a husband, a soulmate, a father, an icon… however he did manage to become all of those. One thing he never imagined he’d be known as was your personal hairdresser.

For Eddie, one of his favourite consistent parts of his day was watching you do your hair. Something about the ritualistic movements soothed him.

The way your eyebrows would furrow as you waited to see an outcome. How you’d hold bobbles and hairpins between your pretty lips and if he were to make you laugh, causing you to drop them, he’d be scolded. The scents of each product you applied, a fresh layer he knew he could inhale throughout the day when he’d press his head to yours.

Wash day was even more glorious, a much longer, careful process he could get lost in. Eddie had never had this pleasure of watching girls get ready. No sisters or live-in girlfriends before, no mom to watch and admire. So he was taken by the novelty of observing once you began to stay with each other for extended periods of time.

At first Eddie had found himself standing awkwardly beside your vanity, peering at your process. That didn’t last long.

‘Quit it, Eds!’ You’d told him, ‘it’s putting me off! It feels like you’re a dog wanting to be fed or something.’

So eventually, he fell into the routine of flopping on the bed and propping himself up so he good get a good view. Eddie liked the way your hair moved as a brush raked through. He liked your huff of annoyance when you hit a tangle. He liked the wrinkle of your nose as you doused yourself in hairspray. He liked the way you’d wiggle your arms like jello after holding the hairdryer for too long.

The best times were when you’d be going out and decide to pin your hair or add accessories. It was then that Eddie understood the tendencies of magpies. He loved the way a slide would glitter in your hair, how throughout the day it would catch the light.

Naturally, Eddie’s subconscious absorbed all these secrets to your hair. Gradually learning what each product did, how every appliance worked, the way any style was created. And eventually, he was able to wield this secret knowledge when you became indisposed.

A week you had found yourself with a case of the blues. Not feeling quite yourself. Only wanting to be curled up under the duvet or in his arms. Unimpressed with even food and tv. Then you felt worse as the week progressed, fretting over feeling ‘icky’ as you’d so adorably put it. Eddie couldn’t deny, you had started to smell, but you were his little smell.

‘I could do it,’ Eddie mumbled. You looked up and blinked in confusion.

‘I could wash your hair for you…’

Oh, your sweet, sweet boy.

‘Thank you baby,’ you hummed, ‘but then I’d have to dry it properly or it’ll go all tangly and… I just don’t feel like it.’

His finger twirled a rogue strand - well, it had gotten to the stage where they were all rogue strands.

‘No, I know. I can do that! I know your routine by heart, sweetheart. I promise.’

And you were too tired and too sick of that sticky haired feeling to protest. Eddie laid you back gently in the bath and went through every step of your wash. His tongue poked out in concentration as he tried to master the towel hair wrap which managed to elicit a giggle from you. Then he sat you down at your vanity and looked over what he was working with.

‘Welcome to Munson Salon, madam,’ he grinned, ‘May I say you’re the most beautiful model I’ve ever had the pleasure of styling. What would you like today?’

Despite the lingering nerves your boyfriend may incinerate your hair, Eddie’s silliness managed to slightly clear the dark cloud that had been lingering over you all week. A blow dry? A silk press or au natural? Those cute plaits you sometimes do that left your hair all wavy? He was confident in every process. His heart warmed seeing you crack a small smile.

‘Whatever you feel like doing, Eds. I don’t mind,’ you shrug.

Eddie rakes his fingers through your damp strands.

‘S’my favourite when it’s natural,’ he mumbles as if embarrassed.

You lean back into his touch, the only thing that had felt comforting the entire week. Instinctively he knew the order of each product,

‘Liquids, cream, oil,’ you notice him mouth to himself. Taking the care he usually reserved for fixing up his precious guitars. Then, he wielded the diffuser with expertise. As if he was playing as an expert swordsman whose sword was in fact a hairdryer.

Once the process was complete, Eddie took great pride in spinning you around for a big reveal. As if you were in one of those goofy makeover shows and you hadn’t just watched the whole thing.

‘Thank you baby,’ you smiled. Your first genuine one in days, ‘it’s perfect.’

‘Y’think? You gonna make me do it every time now?’

‘Maybe,’ you teased. Pulling your love’s arms down around your shoulders and kissing his hands.

It became clear Eddie’s question was more of a wish than a query. Offering eagerly every time you were going out or about to wash. Multiple times you were persuaded into gentle afternoons, both of you in the bath as he carefully sudsed your locks. More of an indulgence for him than anything but it made you melt, the shocking tenderness your larger than life, rocker boyfriend possessed when it came to you.

The press went wild after an event you attended where you’d mentioned offhand that Eddie had done your hair. Magazines swooning more than ever over your perfect man. It made him roll his eyes.

‘I just like looking after you,’ he tutted as he glanced over the headline, ‘you’re mine to take of.’

That gentle desire to care applied as you had your daughters. Eddie’s heart swelling that each girl came into the world with an extraordinary head of hair not unlike their father’s. Tears were shed at all three first haircuts which he had delayed for as long as possible.

‘They can’t cut them, sweetheart. We made those curls!’ He’d plead with a pout.

To Eddie’s delight, as they got a little older and their hair became longer, so came the opening of Daddy’s Salon. Lining up his tiny clients after bath time or in the morning and fixing their hair.

School mornings were spent placing each girl at the vanity he’d watched you get ready at a thousand times over. Letting their tiny hands peruse the hoard of clips, bows and bobbles he’d accumulated. Their little cheeks dimpled just like Eddie’s as they grinned at Daddy doing their hair. Rarely flinching or sniffing at any tugs due to his tender touch.

Still, it was always your hair Eddie loved to play with the most. Doing it felt like offering you back a fraction of the care you gave him. It was a constant in his life, something he could always feel before seeing. A reminder every morning as it tickled Eddie’s skin that you were still by his side.

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{ WHAT TO KNOW }➤  This is HEAVILY inspired by the bl manhwa “No Love Zone” in which the main character ( fem!reader) is a newbie at the company. She has the worst luck in the romance department and always ends up heartbroken. That's when she sees Kamo Choso, who is her total type, but turns out to be her new boss and enemy… 

{ CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN }➤ Language 

{ WORD COUNT }➤ 1.6k

{ OTHER THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND }➤ I'll only be writing in 2nd person pov, so there won't be anything like y/n. Also this is based on my personal preferences so i'm sorry if it disappoints. Whenever something like “this is hsown” it indicates the readers toughts. 

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You grunt as you sink your face into the pillow, trying to hide from the sun rays that hit your eyes. You slightly lift your upper body up, looking outside the window while blinking a few times. You then smile to yourself as you remember that it’s the weekend, so you had no work. 

“Let’s sleep a little more…” You thought as you rested your head on the pillow again and closed your eyes. Right as you felt yourself drifting to sleep again, the sound of little footsteps running are heard. Your little brother runs in cooing your name as he gets on your back and starts jumping on you. 

“You promised to play soccer today!!” He exclaims cheerfully, waiting for you to wake up. “Get up! It’s already morning!” He adds, now trying to drag you by your arm. Watching as you don’t move, he gets off your back and calls your name once more, confused on why you weren’t getting up. 

You spring up suddenly and push him down to the bed as you start tickling him, giggles filling the room. “You spoiled brat! You could have broken my back!” You scold playfully as he squirms around, trying to block your touch. 

“Ah! I was wrong!” He admits through giggles. “I surrender!~ I surrender!~” He adds, you chuckle.

Your little sister’s head  pokes out from the door frame as she calls you. “Grandma said that it’s time for breakfast.” She says as she watches you attack her brother with tickles.

“Okay Hayul, we will be right out!” You inform her as she disappears. “Hear that? Let's go eat.” You  ruffle Hajun’s hair as he pants from laughing so hard. He falls onto your lap as he hugs you tightly before nodding, allowing you to carry him to the kitchen. 

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After eating, you went off to get yourself ready, along with the kids as you did their hair and got them dressed. You specially prepared each of your matching uniforms, the only difference being the color. You got the black uniform, Hayul got the blue one, and Hajun got the red one. 

Was it all very cringey? Absulutely.  Was it still cute? Definetly! 

As you finish taking a mini photo shoot with them on your phone, you turn to them with a bright smile. “Who is ready to go play soccer?” You ask. 

“ME! I AM! LETS GOOO!!” They beam in sync.

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You stood in front of the two on the soccer field, your hands on your hips as you looked at them. “The two of you will be on a team, so you will be going against me.” You say as you look at them with a smirk. “Now, be prepared ‘cause I wont be going easy on your guys just because you’re my siblings!” You add playfully. 

You motion for them to get into position as you do the same for yourself. “Start!” You call out as you wait for them to make the first move. Standing there confidently, you didn’t have time to process the speed of Hayul as she kicked the ball. It rolled over to your feet, but just as you were about to kick it, Hajun was already beside you as he kicked the ball and made a goal. 

The two of them squeal and jump in excitement as you blink repeatedly.  You huff in disbelief before making an excuse. “Oh don’t be so happy, I was clearly just holding back. Now, let’s get to the real deal.” You say nonchalantly, pretending like two little kids didn't just beat you right off the bat. 

“Goal!” They had beaten you once more. 

“Goal!!!” Again…

“Goal!~” Once more…

“We win!~” They cheer as you pant. You take a sip of water, frustrated from the fact you didn’t win even once. Hayul thinks aloud, “She keeps playing but never gets better at this game.” She points out. 

You bite your tongue, trying not to let out some outburst from your frustration. “Don’t kids these days prefer video games over soccer? Don’t you guys watch youtube shorts? Isn’t that what kids your age watch?” You mumble with a forced smile.

“We do!” Hajum says with a bright smile. “Can we record you playing soccer and upload it, then?” He says, clearly very excited about his idea. 

“You can’t” You say instantly with a serious expression as Hajun starts begging you, going back and forth with you. 

Hayul spots a convenience store and her eyes sparkle with desire as she spots a freezer with ice cream through the window. She runs up to you and gently tugs on your shirt to get your attention. “Can we please go get ice cream?” She says in a pleading tone. 

You look down at her with a frown. “No Hayul. You had too much yester-” Before you can finish your sentence, the two of them look up at you with the cutest, big-yet-little, eyes ever. You really couldn’t say no to them as you sigh in defeat. “Fine…” 

They sprint inside the store that was across the street as you follow behind with an annoyed look. Inside you give them a stern expression and cross your arms. “Only one.” You tell them as they start looking through different flavors. 

You sigh as you wait for them, zoning out as you do so. While lost in thought, the sound of your voice being called out brings you back to reality. You raise an eyebrow and turn to the direction of the familiar voice calling you. “Yes?” You ask, Hayul and Hajun curiously walking back to you and hiding behind you, trying to see who it was. 

Before you stood Choso, almost unrecognizable since his hair was left down, along with him being in casual clothing instead of his work clothes. You blink a few times before finally speaking. “Oh, Manager, it’s you?” You say awkwardly. 

He looks at you, his lips curling into a small smile, yet his eyes dull as ever. “Oh my, we meet at a place like this.” He remarks with a small chuckle. 

You nod slowly and uncomfortably chuckle as well. “Y- yeah, what a surprise.. Why are you here?” You ask with a slight head tilt. “My family’s house is near.” You add, awaiting to hear his reason for being in the same area, since it was quite far from work. 

“Ah, I see, your family lives here.” He begins, humming a bit. “My parents also live around this place, so I came to visit since it's been a while.” He explains. 

You hum in response and nod, Hajun and Hayul just look at the tall man before them with interest. Choso notices this and thinks for a moment before speaking. “By the way..” He begins,  looking at you and then the kids. “I didn’t know you already have children.” He points out, making your face burn up in embarrassment. 

“Oh, you got it all wrong, sir. These aren’t my kids, they're my siblings, there’s an age difference, that's all.” You explain awkwardly as you watch his eyes widen slightly in surprise. 

“Ah, they look exactly like you.” He claims. “It’s very adorable.” He  adds before crouching down to be eye level with Hajun as he ruffles his hair. “Hey buddy.” 

Hajun’s eyes sparkle as Choso says ‘hey’ to him. He shyly hides behind you which makes Choso chuckle before standing back up and looking at you. “Well, I’ll be leaving first. See you Monday.” He says dismissively, giving you a small wave. 

You nod and wave back. “Yes, see you mr. Kamo.” You watch him leave. “Travel safely!” Hajun calls out to him before he walks out. 

Hayul and Hajun then turn to look up at you in sync, starting to ask you a bunch of questions, one of which being why you were suddenly red in the face. You excused that by saying you simply got a cold, hurrying them to pick their ice cream. 

Back with Choso, he walked out the store, looking back at you and your siblings through the glass door. He can’t help but let out a hum as he watches how you act with them, a smile creeping further on his face before he looks forward and walks to wherever he is headed. 

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“ Can I choose not to fall in love? If it was possible, I would’ve already chosen it. I’m angry and annoyed, like I’m losing a game I can't quit. I can’t help falling in love…”  You think to yourself as you zone out again. 

“I’m doomed.”

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{ A/N }➤ LOWKEY TOOK TOO LONG OF A BREAK FROM WRITING. (╥﹏╥)

I HAVE BEEN VERY LAZY BUT I'M HOPING TO GET BACK INTO MY STORY.!!!

Short chapter today but oh well (tired asf)  (  •̀ - •́  )

ANYWAYS LMK WHAT U THINK SO FAR, I STILL GOT A LONGGGGGG WAY TO GO. 

LOVE YOU MY LITTLE KITTENS !!!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

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last chap ~ next chap

[hongjoongscafe]

I noticed bitch hours were open and thought I'd ask if you could do one for hwa 🤭🤭 recently my brain has been just absolutely melting for soft dom hwa with a size kink (both reader + hwa) and praise kink (giving+ maybe receiving? idk go nuts author wldjpdhdlsj) in an established relationship (say what you want but established relationship best trope ever 😍😍😍😍) I absolutely love your writing btw ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ tysmmmmmmmmm

Hello! Thank you for sending in your request! I appreciate it so much. I agree! Established relationships are so cute and promising 🥹 Also, thank you for such sweet words🥰🥰. They mean a lot to me. Love you too!💓💓 I'm sorry if this is not that good. I tried.🥺

3 AM

Bitch hours

Pairing: Seonghwaxreader

Warning: established relationship, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, cream pie. (Did I write soft dom Hwa or did I not? I am kinda confused with my own writing.)

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You spent the whole night at your boyfriend's place after coming back from the weekly dates. You weren't planning on staying but his clinginess and cuteness made you stay.

Although you had some of your clothes in his closet, he always made you wear his t-shirt. You were not complaining. The scent on his t-shirt calmed your nerves and you fell asleep easily.

You had your toothbrush in his bathroom, pair of slippers, and basically everything you need from underwear to make-up. If someone sees his house, they might think that you two are living together.

It was three in the morning and you woke up. Seonghwa was a big spoon and you almost disappeared in his embrace. Being the short person that you were, it was only a perk. You enjoyed getting disappeared in his embrace.

Your mind was fresh and active when you felt something poking your thigh. Knowing fully well what it was, you moved a little lower and aimed your ass at his hard cock. Grinding back and forth against his cock made Seonghwa moan in a sleepy, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine and your pussy.

Getting worked up, you slipped your hand in your panties and inched towards your clit all while grinding your ass on his cock.

But before you could even start, the hand that was draped on your waist held your wrist and pulled out. “Being a bad girl? Hm?” his morning voice made you clench around nothing, thighs rubbed against each other. “We are supposed to have a good girl, no?”

“Mm,” you whined. “Hwa…” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he made you lay on your back and got on top. “Wanna be my good girl, baby?”

“Yes,” you said without any hesitation.

“Good girl,” his nose was tracing on your cheek as his hands slid under your t-shirt and grabbed your boobs. He rolled your perky nipples between his thumb and finger.

He finally captured your awaiting mouth with his. His lips felt hot against yours. Lips lapping over in a hungry need.

Seonghwa removed your panties and held your thighs apart. “Remove your t-shirt,” he commanded.

While you were removing your t-shirt, Seonghwa licked a long strip on your greedy cunt. “Fuck,” you moaned and looked down after throwing the cloth somewhere. He was looking up at you with a smirk.

He then went straight into stuffing his face with your pussy. His nose stroked your swollen clit as his long tongue slipped its way into your dripping cunt.

“Hwa,” you whined. “Tongue so long!” your thighs trembled.

He giggled on your pussy making it drip more. His unholy looks made you want to get kicked all day long. Your hands stabbed his hair and tried to get him off of your throbbing cunt.

“Need you in me,” your breath was uneven.

“Hmm?” he slipped his fingers into your pussy to prepare it for his massive cock.

“Please, I need your big cock in me,” you panted.

“Such a sweet girl. Always asks nicely, don’t you?” He hummed and hovered over you.

He pulled his fingers out and removed his boxers with the clean hand. He used his slick covered fingers to jerk his cock and spread your wetness all over it.

Your eyes bulged out seeing his long and thick length. He was that big boy that SZA was singing about for sure. But the difference was that he was a fucking man. A big bulky man.

“Look at your tiny little pussy,” he pouted. “Will she be able to take my cock?”

You whined as his cock head touched your clit. He rubbed his cock up and down your cunt to get more of your essence on his cock.

“I’m so surprised that this little pussy can leak so much,” he pushed his cock in your tiny hole. “Fuck,” he groaned. “No matter what I do, your cunt is always so tiny and tight,” he grabbed your breast and squeezed it.

Your head rolled back, his body hovered over yours. He panted and groaned seeing your tiny figure already fucked under him. “More,” you moaned.

“Whatever my girl wants,” his hips thrusted forward hard, making you moan loudly.

“So big,” Seonghwa’s cock twitched inside you. He held your hips and picked his pace with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping, squelching, moans and heavy breathing was all so lewd.

“Yeah? Your tiny pussy likes to get filled up, huh? Look at you all tiny under me,” your cunt clenched around his cock and your moans grew hoars.

“Hwa,” your hands grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his skin. With each and every thrust, his cock brushed the sensitive spongy spot just perfectly hard to make you tremble and arch your back.

His big veiny hands were holding your hips down. You could feel him in your guts. Seonghwa knew you were closer to your climax as your pussy kept throbbing and clenching hard.

To help you with your high, he moved his hand lower and furiously rubbed your clit. “Fuck! I’m cumming nngh–”

His pace got even faster and harder, “be a good girl and cum on my cock. Fucking cream it good,” he groaned.

Within a few, your eyes rolled back, toes curled and back arched when you violently clenched around his cock and came undone on his long fat cock.

Seonghwa’s thrusts got sloppy. His cock throbbed inside your hot walls as you came all over him. He felt your hot cum over his cock.

With the final thrust, he came inside you and filled your cunt to the brim. He panted and lowered himself on your body and hugged you.

“So good for me,” he pecked your lips, “takes me so well.”

You pussy clenched around his half soft cock at the praise. He giggled and slowly pulled out of your cunt. His cum started dripping but he was fast to take the tissues from the bedside table and gently clean your swollen pussy.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes heavy with tiredness.

He chuckled and laid down next to you, holding you in his arms protectively, “I hope I didn’t hurt you? I didn’t wait much for you to adjust. But I’m not gonna lie, I have no remorse. Your tiny pussy was sucking me in so fucking well, it almost made me cry.”

It was your time to giggle and face him, “yeah? And you didn’t hurt me. You gave me what I wanted.”

“I did. You deserve everything you wish for, baby. But now I want something from you,” he cupped your cheek.

“What?”

“Stay for longer, oky? Don’t want to be away from you.”

You smiled at his puppy face, “oky.”

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[crownmemes]

Spy Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences from various sources for spies and/or secretive muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I know you went to the police about me. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Promise me you won't talk to anybody about this?"

"I know more than you might expect."

"I won't be made a scapegoat!"

"Remember - I'm watching you."

"Evidence lasts. It does not forget, it cannot lie, and it will always be found by those with the will to find it."

"I want you to stay here and lie low."

"What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room."

"How many times have I lied and covered for you?"

"I don't expect you to trust me, but at least accept that we want the same thing."

"When I shoot, I shoot to kill."

"You disobeyed a direct order. What's going on?"

"Once they hear what you did, they'll say you're a hero."

"No detail is too small."

"You know better than most that we are not put in this world to avoid danger. Not when an innocent person's life is at stake."

"You'll never crack it. We couldn't then and you won't now."

"Don't happen to know what did this, do you? I have't seen a wound like that in a long time."

"I've risked a lot telling you as much as I have!"

"Stay out of it. It's nothing to do with you."

"We're birds of a feather, you and I. Both patriots. Givers, not takers."

"You think I am mad. Maybe I am, but my enemies are very sane."

"If you refuse to tell me what you know, it shall be a very serious matter indeed."

"If you were going to do anything, you would have done it already - but you haven't, have you?"

"Is that booze in your pocket or a bloody great gun?"

"I'm not agreeing to anything unless you tell me what's going on."

"Why couldn't you trust me?"

"You may think you know all my secrets, but I also know all yours."

"There must be a meeting tonight. A meeting or nothing. I insist on Moscow rules."

"This is a public place. There won't be any tricks."

"How much do you know?"

"You keep quiet and I'll keep quiet. We don't have to cause each other any trouble, do we?"

"If we just sit tight and say nothing, this will all blow over."

"I'm not the one going round and poking my nose into places where it's liable to get cut off."

"My boss would fire me if he could see me now. He's not into human frailty."

"I hear you've been interfering with my work."

"Most people expect to be shot in the chest. A neat, round bullet that drills a tasteful hole. It's the television that does it, I suppose."

"I've had a look in your suitcase. You'll have to forgive me for that."

"What did you think you were doing? You could have got us killed!"

"Did you know him personally, or shouldn't I enquire?"

"If you continue to look into my affairs, and are extremely clever, you will find certain minor discrepancies."

"Copies of these photographs will receive generous distribution within 48 hours from now unless something is done to prevent it."

"Your instructions were clear."

"The danger is not over. It's just begun."

[wisecrackingeric-2]

‘Lulu’

Summary: One morning, when Luis is being especially difficult to get out of bed for work, Leon decides to take it upon himself to give his boyfriend an embarrassing nickname. Hijinks ensue as more and more people start calling Luis ‘Lulu’. Three-In-One style fic

I wrote this fic as apart of a trade between myself and @alitan99 based off of a moment from André Peña’s (Luis Serra’s voice actor) Twitch stream on the 16th July, 2023!!! Alita wrote and preformed a song, and I wrote a fic!!! I took a lot of inspiration from their song in particular, so please please PLEASE go check it out!! It’s SO GOOD!!!! https://m.soundcloud.com/alitanightsbane/lulu-serra-original?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=1&si=C86CE333D8EF4106B7232ADDD32C114F&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Trigger warnings: Canon-typical mentions of blood and guns, brief description of a deer being injured in the final story

A/N: The first ‘Story’ was written when I had MAJOR writers block, so it came out as being very clunky and not up to my usual standards. I was planning on scrapping and rewriting it, but I didn’t want to waste anymore time!! So please ignore how poorly written the first part of this Fic is, I promise it gets better the final two stories!!!

Also, this isn’t proofread, and I don’t actually know a lick of Spanish, so please feel free to correct me if anything is out of place!!!

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“Luis?”

Luis didn’t wake up.

He had a special knack for that; pretending to be asleep when he was needed. He called it a talent, Leon called him a nuisance.

“Luuuiiiss?”

Luis felt Leon’s hand press against his side through the double-layered duvet covers, nudging him as gently as possible for any sign of life.

Unbeknownst to his partner, though, Luis was grinning wolfishly against his pillow- burying his nose further into the cold fabric and unconsciously curling up into himself, bringing the blankets along with him.

Leon gave a defeated huff at the sight of his unmoving partner, only just being able to spot the top of his messy hair poking out between the blankets and the mountain of pillows.

As much as he knew it was impractical and only further aided in his procrastination, Luis couldn’t force himself to unfurl from the cocoon he’d crafted, no matter how hard he tried. Besides, how was Leon supposed to expect him to get up at 5-goddamn-30-AM in the morning? Especially when his pillow was just oh-so soft enough for his head to practically sink straight down into, and the duvet covers that engulfed Luis in a small, triangular cavern reminded him of being a little kid in a blanket fortress again. Dark, quiet, and protective.

(Besides, it was cold. And the sheets were just so warm. Probably from Leon sleeping in them overnight.)

All jokes aside, however; Luis genuinely wished he was able to show his gratitude towards Leon for giving him a second chance in a more meaningful way than just wasting his so-called ‘precious time’ playing around like this in the mornings- not that Leon ever minded these small moments of domesticality, though.

It was one thing to save Luis from a knife to the back- literally- but it was an entirely other thing for Leon to have graciously opened his home, his love, and his affection towards the man he’d met on a whim in nowhere-Spain. And Luis had no idea how to repay Leon in a way that felt equal to his gratitude.

Even just being able to wake up in a warm, comfortable bed, safe next to a person he loved like he was a kid again; it was a luxury Luis hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. Not since his Grandfather passed away. So he treasured these moments as best as he could, and let Leon know as much, too. The blonde reassured him countless-a times that he expected nothing in return, though; he just appreciates Luis’ love.

And Luis appreciated his love in return, too.

Leon repeated another loud, dramatic sigh as he shifted his weight off of the bed. Luis couldn’t help but let out a quiet and involuntary giggle at the sound of his characteristically melodramatic boyfriend.

It must not have been quiet enough, though, because he could practically hear the smirk in Leon’s voice as he began to speak;

“I can hear you, y’know. I know you’re not asleep”

Ah, caught red-handed. And here Luis thought he was a professional.

The sound of soft footsteps muffled by his own pillow were followed by the metallic screech of their clothing rack, and Luis swore he could hear Leon hum a little tune from above his duvet-cocoon as the blonde undoubtedly started to pick out his work clothes for the day.

Leon had work- sporadic hours, and been more sporadic dates- that early Sunday morning. And although Luis wasn’t obliged to go to the Lab on weekends.. He’d prefer to make a good impression on the U.S government. Especially after they had so graciously (Said internally with plenty of sarcasm) lent him his freedom in exchange for his knowledge in their laboratories.

Luis had no choice but to agree, even though he hated it. It felt like he was just being put into yet another inescapable work environment with an unending quest for knowledge and power. One he was all-too familiar with at this point.

Regardless, though, Luis- ever the linewalker- still tested his luck by making one request; He’d be allowed to follow Leon around on his missions in exchange for his expertise.

Leon had called him crazy, but Luis just pointed out that he was still rolling with him regardless.

Leon would playfully call him helpless, and Luis would point out he had his own Príncipe to save him if the situation ever called.

A comforting, reassuring, regular back-and-fourth.

“I’m gonna leave for work, soon, love, soooooo….”

“Mmmmno,”

Luis finally spoke up, but wasn’t totally ready to expose his fully-awakeness just yet.

“No te vayas… Mí amor…”

His feigned sleepy-voice must have worked, because from above him, Luis heard Leon huff a sympathetic laugh from his nose.

“Luis, doll, I’ve gotta go into work.. n’ so do you, I think”

No matter how put-together Leon made himself out to be, Luis could still occasionally catch those moment of vulnerability and tiredness in his voice. He’d hear it after especially rough missions, or just after a long day at work. And now he heard it here, too. Truthfully, neither of them wanted Leon to go into the office.

So Luis just shook his head in response, letting out a series of displeased noises instead of words. And judging by the sound of the floorboards creaking slightly, he could guess Leon had crouched down beside the bed. And his suspicions were confirmed the moment a familiar hand tangled his way into his long, messy hair.

Luis hadn’t gotten a haircut in… god, how long was it now? His hair easily reached almost to his shoulders (In his own defense, though, having a hole in your lung and not being able to walk for two months didn’t exactly leave much time for a routine haircut). Usually, Luis prided himself on his appearance; it was one of the few things in his life he had control over, and gave him self-confidence in. He was a good-looking guy and he knew it. But around Leon, he could let his guard down. He still liked dressing up pretty for him, sure- but he wasn’t as uncomfortable with letting the blonde see him purposefully messy and sleepy. Luis trusted Leon, and he could tell Leon appreciated it.

“Loooooeeeessss…”

Luis’ grin widened as he heard the purposeful mispronunciation of his name from under the blankets. He squeezed his T-Rex positioned hands closer to his chest, trying his hardest not to laugh and give into the feeling of Leon gently playing with his hair.

“Lewis?”

Still no response.

“Looooow-eez..?”

Again, just teasing silence.

When Luis was met with stillness, he assumed he had one the war of attrition- outsmarting his partner and earning himself just a couple more minutes of warm, blissful rest. Maybe he could even convince the Lab that he was sick and needed a day off, who knows. But regardless, Luis smiled victoriously against his pillow; shuffling down further into his sheets just to rub his own win in.

At least, he thought he had won.

“Alright, then,” Leon let out the words in a faux, breathy sigh. The sound of his work jacket being slipped over his shoulders followed.

“I guess I’ll just have to go to work…-“

Luis was about to mentally reward himself, until…

“-Without you, Lulu.”

Lulu??

“Lulu?!” Luis made a weird noise that sat in-between a snort of laughter and genuine shocked surprise. Without even realizing he’d just given up his only chance at sleeping in, Luis practically shot up out of his spot under the covers in surprise. He blinked like a newborn deer at Leon, who had a giant, victorious grin plastered on his face.

Luis wasn’t sure wether to laugh to be mad.

“Where the hell did Lulu come from?!”

“Ha, so you are awake. Knew it” Leon just continued to give him a toothy smile, buttoning up his collard shirt and jacket all the while ignoring Luis’ question. Who had now resorted to pouting cross-armed on the bed.

“What about me, a grown man, screams the nickname ‘Lulu’ to you, Sancho?”

Leon looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if he was genuinely considering his answer. Luis knew he was just faking it, though, and continued to mentally curse himself for giving up his position so easily.

‘‘Lulu’. What a dumb nickname. Not that I’m embarrassed by it, or anything. Nope. I just.. Hope it doesn’t stick.’

“Hmmmm, well… I dunno actually,” Leon winked at him, so nonchalantly and easily it made Luis blush a little. Oh how the turned had tables, or something like that.

“I just think it’s cute, I guess. It suits you.”

“It does not!,” Luis shouted back defiantly, his face now definitely a shade darker than before. “Not in the slightest! Esto es una blasfemia!!”

“Uh-Huh. Whatever you say, Lulu”

Leon rubbed the embarrassment even further in when he leaned over to kiss his partner on the crown of his head, ruffling the Spaniards hair up for the added effect. Luis begrudgingly kissed him back on the lips before he heard the blonde mutter under his breath;

“Hah. Lulu. I like it.”

“Don’t you dare keep calling me that,” Luis growled playfully, giving his partner as much of a grumpy glare as he could muster. Internally, though, his heart was fluttering; it took every ounce of strength in him to not smile at Leon’s teasing. It wasn’t often he was so forward, even if Luis hated the reason as to why. It was nice to see.

“If you make that stick, I’ll start calling you… uh… Déjame pensar…”

As Luis stammered over himself and tried desperately to come up with an equally as insulting nickname, Leon held his unbreaking eye contact; so nonchalant and languid with it all the while.

It was almost painful, the way he waited so patiently and expectantly with a little smirk on his face- Luis couldn’t even make eye contact back at him he was blushing so hard. But at the same time he wanted to kiss that smile off of Leon sooooooooo badly.

“Go on?”

Oh ese bastardo.

“U-Um- Scotty. Yeah. I’ll call you Scotty”

Luis knew the ‘S’ in Leon’s name (unfortunately) didn’t actually stand for Salmonella like he’d joked about, and that most people probably didn’t even know his middle name was ‘Scott’ at all, not even his close friends.

So Luis hoped that by calling Leon a name he hardly identified with, it would provoke at least some kind of equal reaction.

But, of coarse, to no avail; his attempts were just met with a bark of laughter from Leon.

“Scotty?! Seriously?? Yeah, sure, let’s see how that one goes down with everyone at the Lab. I’m suuuure it’ll stick”

Luis’ voiced lowered to a playful growl, “Sancho, you’re not implying what I think you’re implying, are you?”

“What if I am?,” Leon leaned into Luis, pressing his hands on either side of him on the bed. The brunette tried his very best to keep his composure and not back down. But it was getting increasingly difficult.

“What if I, very nicely, and in private, asked Rebecca to start calling you Lulu from now on, hmm? Would you be upset?”

“You wouldn’t”

The thought of Leon quietly sneaking up to Luis’ coworkers- who he had dedicated so much time and effort into getting to even like him, let alone respect him- and asking them to call him ‘Lulu???’

If it was any other situation, he would’ve laughed and said; ‘Go right ahead, Cariño. Let’s see where that gets you’, but his dignity was on the line, ¡por el amor de Dios! And Luis certainly wasn’t about to give Leon the satisfaction of a smile or a laugh. It would only encourage him.

“Oh I would, Lulu.”

Leon reached back and grabbed Luis’ hand, pulling him up onto his feet with a dissatisfied grunt. He wanted to complain about the cold, and the fact that he’d just been forced out of bed- but the second Luis opened his mouth to speak, Leon’s lips were on his own in a heartbeat.

Luis didn’t have enough time to register what was happening and kiss Leon back before the blonde had already pulled away. Staring him up-and-down in such a way that made his heart beat up into his throat chaotically.

“Um- y-yeah, no, I, uh-“

“My, my, call me crazy, but I think you like being called Lulu, don’t you?”

Luis tried his best to scoff indifferently at the statement, maybe even roll his eyes a bit- but it just came out looking like he couldn’t make eye contact from the embarrassment, and his ‘scoff’ sounded more like a sheepish giggle than anything else. He bit his lip in desperation,

“Nooooooo, I do not like being called ‘Luu-Luu’, thank you very much”

Leon placed his hands on his hips.

“Nuh-Uh. Look at your face. You totally do”

“You’re de-lu-sional, Muñeco”

This finally caused Leon to break his composure, letting out a genuine laugh as he gave Luis a more gentle kiss on the lips. The brunette felt his chest warm up as he couldn’t help but chuckle along involuntarily. The more time they’d spent together, the more he’d been fortunate enough to hear Leon genuinely laugh. Not just that weird, half-chuckle he did to impress politicians or to make his rescuees feel better about themselves, no; his real, honest-to-goodness, full-body laugh. It was beautiful, at least to Luis.

And Luis secretly made it his life mission to get Leon to laugh as often as he could. Wether that be with bad flirting or with equally as bad jokes, it didn’t matter. Even if it meant he had to be called ‘Lulu’.

Which he was slowly growing to both despise and appreciate at the same time. Luis couldn’t tell which it was.

“Well, I’m gonna be late to work if I don’t go now, soooo….” Leon began to recollect himself, coughing as he awkwardly sidestepped away from their interaction and brushed down his expensive suit.

“Oh, and remember that mission to Papua New Guinea we were scheduled for in a couple days?”

“Sí?”

“Let the Lab know that that’s been pushed to later this evening, cuz the DSO wants us gone earlier. For some godforsaken reason.”

Even though his back was turned at this point, busy putting his shoes on- Luis could hear the tiredness in Leon’s voice. The Government was far too lax with their times and dates for missions and departures when it came to the DSO’s-Golden-Boy, at least in Luis’ humble opinion. And it meant Leon was often thrown around countries without warning like a ragdoll.

He made the conscious effort to not complain about the sudden time-change, though. It was difficult for him, yes, but Luis knew Leon often carried a lot of guilt for ‘dragging him around’, in his own words. (Even though he had, on multiple occasions, reassured Leon that it was in fact his choice to stick by him)

And Luis was proven right once again when the blonde finally turned around to give his boyfriend the biggest, most sappiest puppy-dog eyes he had ever seen on a single human being ever.

“I’m sorry, love..”

“Don’t be,” Luis gave him his signature, lopsided grin, cupping Leon’s cheek in his hand. He tried to keep his voice steady as Leon closed his eyes and gave his palm a light, apologetic kiss.

“What do you Americans say, again? ‘It is what it is’?”

“Something like that,” Leon huffed a dry laugh and pried himself away from Luis, much to his dismay. The blonde snapped his work watch on and finally turned to leave.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, Lulu. I love you.”

Luis just rolled his eyes and smiled. “You too, Cowboy. Te amo”

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Luis hadn’t even noticed Rebecca entering the Lab at the crisp hour of 6:30 AM. He sat hunched over at his desk- completely fixated on the task at hand- with his hair falling over his face like a curtain as he methodically drummed the tip of his syringe into a small glass plate. This was Luis’ fourth attempt at trying to examine the fluid inside of said syringe, but everytime he went to dab a droplet onto the glass plate, he always seemed to squeeze just a little too much out and cause it to overflow.

Luis chalked it up to his hands being cold and shaky as he let out a defeated sigh, once again squeezing the liquid out too fast and causing the glass plate to turn a sticky-yellow color. ‘Gracias a dios no soy cirujano’, he thought to himself as he cleaned off the glass and repositioned the needle back over again.

Luis had no idea Rebecca was practically sneaking up behind him, totally unaware that she’d slipped her oversized lab coat on just to add a bit of height as she stood directly behind him. Biting back her grin as best she could.

When Luis still didn’t acknowledge her presence, totally engrossed by his own failure- Rebbeca took it upon herself to cough comically loud, before saying;

“Good morning, Lulu!”

“¡MIERDA-!”

Luis kept about three feet into the air out of fright, instinctively throwing his arm up to cover his face protectively. The needle he was holding clattered loudly against the glass plate, and Rebecca made a winced face at the sound.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I didn’t see you were working!!”

“Nonono, está bien, está bien, you just gave me frig- wait a minuite,”

Luis’ clutch on his own pristine white Lab coat loosened as his beating heart slowed down. He was used to being jumped- a little more than the average person- and was accustomed to the quickened heart rate that followed.

Usually, when somebody snuck up behind him, Luis expected to hear his name being cursed with a fervor so unmatched with an honestly decent reason to hate him. But this isn’t what he was expecting. Like, at all.

“Señorita, I think I misheard… Did you just call me Lulu?”

“Mmmhmm!” Rebecca pressed her lips into a smile, the corners of her tired eyes crinkling as she nodded her head and hummed.

“Leon called me on the way to work and specifically asked me to call you that today. I’m not sure why. Oh, he also told me not to tell you he said that”

Luis felt his heart drop to his feet.

‘Leon, que hiciste…’

He immediately tried to save-face by laughing Rebecca off, waving his hand languidly and collecting the dropped medical equipment scattered over the table.

“Oh, psssshhh, please, Lulu? Seriously? Señorita, I wouldn’t have picked an esteemed scientist like yourself as the nickname type. Much less something like L-“

“I think Lulu’s pretty cute,” Rebecca smiled, completely unaware of Luis’ plight. She wasn’t taking his hints, and the scientist wasn’t about to spell out his own embarrassment for her to take advantage of. ‘How many people has Leon told so far??’

“It suits you”

“So I’ve been told” Luis grumbled. The microscope was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world to him as he tried not to meet Rebecca’s eye contact. But that was becoming increasingly difficult as she fluttered around him like a curious moth to a lamp.

“Oh, ‘So you’ve been told??’ Is this, like, an inside joke between you and Leon, or something?”

“Let’s go with that, Mariposa” Luis didn’t mean to sound so dismissive on purpose, but the further Rebecca tried to pry, the more his walls were starting to break down.

Nobody ever said he was resilient! Just persistent. At least that’s what Leon said. And a lot of other people, too. But those people hated his guts so it didn’t count.

Rebecca clearly wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer, and if Luis had eyes on the back of his head, he would have definitely seen that she had the biggest, most cheekiest smirk imaginable on her face.

“Oooooooooh, I get it. It’s a cute little nickname, huh?”

“Ah-ah, I see what you’re trying to do,” Luis swiveled around in his office chair, waving his index finger at the brunette with a sheepish expression. “You’re trying to get me to embarrass myself. Well, sorry to disappoint, mí amiga, but I’m not admitting anything to you”

“But you just did,” Rebecca folded her arms and rested her weight on one foot, cocking her head a little like it was obvious.

“I never even said anything about embarrassing you. You just outed yourself, smartass!”

Luis loudly and dramatically gasped to try and distract from the fact that his face was now definitely two shades darker than it was before, grasping at his lab coat like he’d been mortally wounded.

“I did not! I was framed! Set up for disaster, even!”

“By who?”

Luis immediately went silent.

Caught red-handed. Again.

Rebecca’s smug grin turned into a full-faced smile as she practically strolled across the room with a self-satisfied stride, shoes clacking obnoxiously loud against the ceramic while shaking her head and tutting ‘Leon, Leon, Leon…’ under her breath all the while.

Luis kind of wanted to tear out the concrete beneath them and dig himself a hole to live in forevermore from the sheer embarrassment of it all. He tried his damnedest to return back to the task at hand- ‘¿Qué estaba haciendo? Ah yes, testing!’- but no matter how busy he made himself out to be, the Spaniard would still occasionally catch Rebecca’s knowing smirk from across the room. Chin placed on her hand, she’d sigh wistfully like a damsel lost-in-thought every now and then.

This was appalling! Blasphemous, even! Luis Serra Navarro had been called many-a things- some words were probably best left unsaid- but his name being boiled down to a cutesy nickname like Lulu was not going to be one of those!! He could ignore a one-off, sure; retort back with a flirty remark, a wink, and a smile- but it was purely just the way Leon had held it over his head the way he had that got Luis acting so….

Bashful? Flustered? No. Totally not. Never. The fine knight Don Quixote did not get ‘Embarrassed’. He was a smooth-talker, a self-proclaimed ‘ladies and gents man’, and he had a reputation to uphold.

But that ‘reputation’ seemed to be slipping out of his fingertips like molten gold the longer Rebecca was around. Luis downright adored her at the worst of times, but Dios mío she was determined to get Luis as out-of-his-comfort-zome as humanly possible that afternoon, it seemed.

“Lulu, can you pass me the butterfly syringes while you’re up? I’m trying to count something and I can’t- oh wait nevermind I lost count anyways”

“Hey, Lulu, do you still have those reports from our last extraction, by any chance? I lost mine”

“Oooooooh Luuuluuu!!! I got you some coffee!! You said you like it with cream, right?”

“Alright, Lulu, we’ve gotta focus now,”

Coming up eleven whole hours later and the pair of them were still the only people alone together in the Lab. Which made sense, considering it was a Sunday and all- but that meant they were working overtime, which also meant Luis’ back was especially sore (more than usual, at least), his head ached from just how hard he’d been focusing, and Rebecca was still calling him Lulu goddamnit!!

He thought by now she would’ve given up on it, but nooooooooooo- everytime Luis gave her the silent treatment, it just encouraged her more.

She reminded him of Leon, in that way.

Man, he really missed Leon. ‘Me pregunto cómo está…’

“Terrasave told me this was their last sample of the blood cells they found in Papua New Guinea, so we can’t screw this up- Lulu, are you even listening to me??”

“Wh-huh- ¿Qué fue eso??”

Luis blinked out of his window-staring induced trance to face Rebecca, who was unsurprisingly faring no better than he was- dark circles painted her lower eyebags and her eyebrows remained permanently scrunched. The pair of them stood in front of a robotic, almost dystopian-looking machine; a pin-perfect needle was controlled by a metal arm, one that was positioned carefully over a small, round glass plate.

Luis would have offered to do it by hand, but Rebecca pointed out that inhaling zombie blood probably wasn’t good for either of their health. If Leon was there, he’d probably disagree.

The pair of them had been working on a new type of vaccination for a few common Virus’- Luis cringed internally at the fact that such horrific stuff like the T-Virus were now considered common- that could be redistributed through oral means like water or food, rather than injections. Sure, injections were easier, but screaming

children terrified of them were not. (And, again, much to Luis’ dismay- children being infected were also becoming a lot more common).

“Lulu, I need you to focus,” Rebecca sighed, resting her arms on the inactive keyboard in front of her.

“I don’t wanna have to explain to Terrasave that we ruined their last zombie blood sample”

Luis just sighed back and rubbed his tired eyes though his glasses, which at this point had slipped down the bridge of his nose. He stretched and yawned out loud;

“It’s kinda hard to focus when you’re still calling me ‘Lulu’, señorita”

“Wow, Rebecca really did commit to my request, huh, Lulu?”

Luis instinctively whipped his head around to the entrance of the lab where the voice was coming from; only to be greeted by a very familiar, smiling face.

“Leon!!”

Completely throwing all self-awareness to the wind, Luis practically ran across the lab to engulf Leon in the biggest hug he could manage without hurting him. It might’ve just been his tired brain making him feel sentimental, but seeing a familiar face he loved after a long day of work made him soft. Leon rarely ever stopped by to say hi at the Lab, their break schedules simply just never aligned- so this was more than a welcome surprise.

Luis buried his nose into his partners shoulder, ignoring the fact that he was probably wrinkling his nice expensive work suit in favor of the feeling of a warm hug.

“¡Dios mío, te extrañé tanto!” He felt Leon wrap an arm around his waist, squeezing him back as tightly as he could manage and giving the top of his head a quick kiss. The blonde chuckled dryly,

“Ha, looks like I’m not the only one whose had a long day at work, Lulu”

From across the room, Rebecca shouted;

“You have no idea, Leon! Lulu over here has been asleep on his feet for two hours now!!”

Luis felt his cheeks and the back of his neck heat up at the sound of the two’s back-and-fourth banter; again, he thought that by now, one or the other would’ve forgotten about calling him that embarrassing nickname! But ¡no, claro que no! Luis resorted to unintentionally burying his face further into the crook of Leon’s neck to save himself from facing the two of them with a madly blushing face; but that only caused Leon to laugh and coo at him.

“Awwwwwe, what, is my Lulu getting all shy on me now? You still don’t like my nickname?”

From over his shoulder, Luis heard the crackle of a phone speaker;

“Oh my gosh, is that Luis?? Wait wait wait hang on- Hiiiiiiii Luluuuuuuu!!!!!”

“Is that Ashley?! Dios mío…”

Leon just laughed at the disappointed sigh Luis left out when he heard Ashley calling him that nickname, too; he forced himself out of Leon’s arms for a moment to look at the caller ID on his partners old work phone.

Sure enough, ‘Baby Eagle’ was shown off front-and-centre.

“Leon,” Luis tried his best to sound intimidating, but it fell flat.

“How many people have you asked to call me…”

“Lulu?” Leon finished his sentance with a grin.

“Only Rebecca and Ashley, I swear on my life”

Leon was notorious for being a horrible liar. So Luis was almost immediately able to tell he was telling the truth, but still; he wasn’t about to let Leon get away with it Scott-free. He snatched the phone out of the blondes hand in one swift motion,

“¡Mí Señorita! ha sido tan largo, how’ve you been? Rebecca says hi,”

“Hi Ashley!!” Rebecca waved from across the room.

“Hiya Miss Chambers, hiya Lulu!! I’ve been good! Sorry I haven’t been able to visit you, I’ve got, like, extra bodyguards or something and they’re reeeeeeally annoying”

“It’s for your safety, Ashley” Leon huffed a half-laugh.

“So Leon’s tricked you into calling me that nickname too, I see?”

“Tricked me? No!! I’m calling you Lulu voluntarily!! I think it suits you!”

Luis groaned in defeat, hiding his face in his hands both out of sheer embarrassment and tiredness.

“¡¿Por qué todos dicen eso?! It does not suit me!!” He threw his hands into the air for extra emphasis, “I’m a grown man! What about me gives off ‘Lulu’ vibes?!”

“You’re cute,” Leon pointed out flatly with a smile on his face.

“And ‘Lulus’ cute”

“You have a short attention span!,” Rebecca shouted from across the room, “You probably need a nickname to keep focused anyways!”

“You have the soul of a Grandfather. And I feel like ‘Lulu’ is the kind of nickname I’d hear from, like, my Grandma in the White House or something”

“O-Oh yeah, Mí amiga? Well, if you all want to call me Lulu…” he practically had to force the nickname out of his mouth.

“Then I suggest you all start calling Leon Scotty from now on”

This, thank god, actually got a loud laugh out of Rebecca and Ashley- and Leon clearly wasn’t far behind, biting his bottom lip desperately to keep himself from letting even the slightest noise out. Luis felt his grow warm with a little sense of pride- He’d managed to make Leon laugh. Almost, at least. But that was good enough for him.

“N-No offense, Luis,” On the other end of the line, Ashley sounded like she was trying her damnedest to keep her voice steady after her burst of laughter

“But Scotty doesn’t suit him as much as Lulu does for you”

“Besides, it’s weird calling your friend their middle name!” Rebecca was equally as doubled-over with laughter, clutching the side table with her red hand that wasn’t covering her mouth in a balled fist.

Leon gave Luis a look that screamed ‘I told you so’

“Well, fine then. Dios Mío you three are persistent. But I will not be entertaining this nickname, I will simply be ignoring you”

“Whatever you say, Lulu” Leon smiled, taking his partners hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. Luis really needed to stop being so blushy for ten seconds please.

“All jokes aside, though- Rebecca, I’ve gotta steal Luis for that mission….”

“Damn, you’re leaving me high-and-dry already?” Rebecca did her best to give the two men a confident smile, but Luis could practically see the exhaustion in her eyes. Not to mention just how generally disheveled she and the rest of the lab looked- the brunette man winced at the realization that he’d be leaving her all alone to finish their assignment and to clean up the entire laboratory.

“Mí Mariposa, I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine Lulu, honest,” Rebecca gave him a genuine smile, the corners of her tired eyes crinkling. Luis felt his own guilt claw at his chest like nails against a chalkboard.

“I know better than the both of you how these missions are set up”

“At least let me help clean up!”

“There’s no way we’re just gonna leave you to do… whatever you're doing all by yourself,” Leon added, backing his boyfriend up. Even if he had zero clue what kind of ‘sciency-nerd-stuff’ (His words, not Luis’) the pair of them got up to during the day.

Luis looked back-and-fourth between Rebecca, Leon and the mess that was the Lab tables. Books, computers and medical equipment were scattered around as far as the eye could see- but Rebecca just shook her head and shooed him off.

“Like I said, It’s fine you two. I’m probably just gonna grab a late-night coffee and head home anyways. The students coming in tomorrow can clean all this up. I’ll call it work experience” the brunette gave him a wink as she began to practically shove the pair out of the lab.

“Now go! Vamos! Before the president or whoever gets mad at you or, something”

“My dad would never!” Ashleys voice crackled defiantly over the phone. Leon just shook his head and laughed as Rebecca dragged the pair out the doors almost by force.

“Oh trust me, he would”

—————————————————————

The loud, shrill screech of the helicopter propellers combined with the rumbling vibrations against Luis’ back were the only things keeping him upright at this point.

Luis was exhausted; beyond that, even. How he was even sitting up straight, let alone how he had his eyes open at all was a complete miracle. The thin helicopter seats underneath him left no room for relaxation, and forced Luis’ back up against the curved edge of the metal chopper walls- sending uncomfortable rumbles down his spine adjacent to the feeling of resting your head on a bus window. Only this was a full-bodied experience.

No matter how many times he did it, Luis never got over the feeling of flying in a helicopter- the first couple times he was practically ecstatic, staring out of the window as the ground beneath him shrunk into an oil painting-like splotch of greens and browns. The sudden jerk and lift-off never became familiar to him, either; he lost his stomach everytime, without fail.

Overall, kind of a miserable experience once Luis got used to the six-hour long trips filled with nothing but loud rumbling that left his ears ringing for weeks. Not to mention, it was cold. The BSAA’s Donation helicopters were, much to his surprise, nothing fancy on the inside; just cold metal as far as the eye could see. And metal got cold easily, believe it or not.

Luis sighed defeatedly as he did his best to shuffle into a more comfortable position- with no luck- and resorted to just hunching over himself. Screw future-Luis’ back problems, he was tired, damnit.

The only thing keeping him awake was Leon sitting right beside him. Arm-in-arm, the blonde was doing just as bad as he was. Worse, even.

Their trip to Papua New Guinea went… Not to plan.

They were instructed to go undercover with fake names and try to infiltrate a container ship supposedly full of T-Virus samples- but they were ambushed. Not by human beings, no; rather, a giant, fleshy, still-beating creature clawed it’s way out of the Oceanside jungle, unhinging it’s jaw to let out a loud, grotesque screech before launching itself at the pair of men.

It reeked of something Luis could just barely recognise as coming out of a Lab most likely, and it’s eyes- or more accurately, it’s three eyes- glowed a bright, fluorescent orange that screamed ‘Hey! I was a totally normal guy before I most likely injected myself with some miscellaneous alphabet-organized named virus and turned into this ugly creature!! Which means you have to kill me now, teehee!!!’

Luis looked down at his own bloody hands shakily at the memory. Neither him nor Leon had gotten the opportunity to change before they evacuated.

He rubbed the flaky, dry blood off of his hands as rigorously as he could. The smell stinged his nose still.

Him and Leon, by some miracle, had gotten the upper hand; the container ship was large and void of people, which meant they could spend as many hours as needed running around the small, shallow halls to avoid their oncoming attacker- who was much too large to fit within the confines of the many engine rooms they traversed.

But it was never that simple, as Luis had learnt. The Bioweapon had practically teared the container ship in two, and despite it looking like it’d have- at max- maybe three brain-cells, it still efficiently snatched up Leon and crushed his rifle under its feet within seconds, hoisting the blonde up into the air and crushing his body agonizingly slowly.

The pair of men were strictly instructed to not shoot the Bioweapon- the man underneath all those mutations, a Doctor Emmet Rupert Brown, was still showing clear signs of sentience and could theoretically be reverse-engineered back to his normal state.

But in that moment, when Leon was on the brink of death and without a weapon to defend himself…

Luis had no other options.

And the guilt of his actions ate away at him each passing second on their helicopter journey home.

Luis knew what he was signing up for when he joined Leon on his missions. He had heard tall tales about the kinds of monsters Leon S. Kennedy had faced bare-handed, and even saw plenty of them himself in Spain-

But what he wasn’t expecting was to be met with the harsh, cruel humanity that lay underneath those Bioweapons.

Luis turned to his partner, whose eyes remained unfocused and foggy, toeing the line between asleep and wakefulness.

‘Díos mío, how does he do it….’

In that moment, with the sound of the helicopter whirring drowning out any other outside noises; Luis remembered an experience he had while he was still living with his Grandfather in Valdelobos.

The late afternoon air was crisp, and Luis felt his small chest tighten from the cold. His legs sunk almost up to his knees as he struggled to keep up with his Grandfather. Huffing and trotting along behind him in a snails-trail.

Luis held a large hunting rifle with both of his hands- the sheer size alone engulfing almost half of his body.

In front of him, his Grandfathers shadow blocked the reflection of the sun against the blinding-white snow, letting Luis walk along with larger, more confident steps.

The Village Priests truly were right; Winter silenced everything.

There were no songbirds fluttering about Luis’ feet, no echoes of children playing just beyond the woods- nothing. Just the his own heavy breathing and his Grandfather's heavy footsteps. He was tired. They’d been walking in circles for what felt like hours, looking for anything to bring home to the table.

Luis was practically ready to fall asleep on his feet, the silence filling the air like his own lullaby, until…

SNAP!!

Luis almost lept out of his skin in fright as his Grandfather instinctively raised his gun up to his eyeline. They stayed still for a moment, before the sound of groaning followed the air.

Luis couldn’t see his Grandfathers expression, but instead was met with a familiar whistle-call that meant Luis was being told to follow him as closely as possible.

He wrapped a tiny hand around his Grandfathers coat sleeve, following every large step deeper and deeper into the woods until….

“A deer,” His Grandfather pointed to a large, brown lump lying in the snow.

“It’s gotten caught in the Bear traps. Stay there, Lulu”

Luis did as he was told and waited as quietly and stiffly as humanly possible- as if any sudden movements would break the watch below him.

He watched as the deer began to struggle and wail the closer his Grandfather got to it; he heard the older man murmuring a familiar lullaby, resting a hand on the big animals face. Even from so far away, Luis could see it’s terrified expression; wide, white eyes and a quickly rising-and-falling chest. He felt his heart crack a little in sympathy.

In one, swift motion, Luis’ Grandfather unbuckled the Bear Trap and the deer was gone within the blink of an eye; spraying up snow as it honked and wailed loudly into the silent air. Slipping around on its own gangly legs as it flicked snow straight into the older man’s eyes. Luis felt his chest loosen with relief as his Grandfather just laughed, watching the deer run off into the distance.

“Grandfather, why didn’t you kill the deer?” Luis asked, confidently trotting up to his side to investigate the Bear Trap.

His Grandfather kneeled down to his level, which only meant one thing; Whatever he was about to say next was extremely important.

“Because, Lulu, killing that deer while it was already mortally wounded would be a dishonorable murder. The Bear Trap wasn’t laid for it, so it shouldn’t have died by its jaws.

Understand this, Lulu; you only ever kill when it’s absolutely necessary and honorable. The most morally reprehensible action a knight can preform is taking a life while they’ve already been beaten down. Do you understand?”

Luis had held that sentiment with him his entire life.

Through working with Umbrella, experiencing the horrors of the Nemesis project, all the way to fighting against Krauser- Luis did his best to uphold his Grandfathers wishes.

But life wasn’t always a fairytale book.

And how Leon was able to live with that kind of guilt… He had no idea.

“…MmmLuuuis?”

As if reading his mind, Leon lulled his head over to face his partner with a slightly concerned expression. The little wrinkles on his forehead exaggerating as he forced his eyebrows up higher to keep himself awake.

“Are y’alrght?”

“I’m fine, Mí amor,” Luis reassured him, hoping his voice was audible over the roaring of the helicopter. He leaned over to kiss Leon on the sides of his temples,

“You, however, don’t look fine. You should be asleep, Cariño”

“Can’t,” Was all Leon was able to mumble out, his eyes dipping slowly.

“You’re still ‘wake…”

Looking at just how exhausted Leon was seemed to be contagious, because Luis’ own fatigue creeped up on the corner of his mind like weeds in no time. His entire body ached, his head throbbed, and the clothes against his skin felt itchy. Luis could have sworn right then and there that that was easily the most tired he had ever felt in his entire life; every limb was like lead, yet at the same time, his bones felt as liquid-y as jello. And every tiny cut, scar and bruise they had gotten from the mission seemed to be exaggerated in pain by 10000%.

But, once again, Leon just looked so much worse altogether.

Besides, Luis would feel a whole lot better knowing Leon had gotten some rest. Maybe he’d even join him later on if they were still up in the sky, who knows.

“Leon, I insist you fall asleep”

“But whu’ if we land…?”

“Then I’ll wake you up,” Luis did his best to smiled before running his free hand up through Leon’s stringy blonde locks to encourage his head down onto his shoulder. He played with his locks a bit before moving down to caress the bridge of his boyfriends nose, gently laying a kiss against his wrinkled forehead and eyelids.

“Ve a dormir, mí amor. I’ll protect you, I promise.”

That seemed to be the final straw for Leon. Luis felt his chest glow with warmth as the blonde sighed contently and finally shut his eyelids, head bouncing occasionally from the helicopters’ movements.

Luis could easily watch Leon sleep like this for ages, no matter how uncomfortable the conditions were; it was rare he ever got to spy moments of pure relaxation from Leon like this. So he well and truly appreciated it.

And although Luis had promised he’d stay awake for Leon…

The exhaustion, guilt and general jet-lag of their whole journey caught up to him in no time.

Luis surrendered to his own blissful rest, letting his long, dark locks fall over his eyes as he rested the side of his head against the top of Leon’s.

He was just on the verge of sleep, until…

“Goodnight, Lulu…”

Luis laughed.

Over the coarse of the last three days, he had totally forgotten about Leon’s little nickname for him. And he just assumed Leon had forgotten about it, too.

But clearly not.

And, hell, he couldn’t even stay mad at Leon for it.

In fact, Luis was indeed starting to warm up to the nickname Lulu after all.

He kissed the top of Leon’s head,

“Goodnight, Cowboy…”

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AS SAID BY VARRIC TETHRAS  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age: inquisition

who designs a place that takes this many keys to get inside?

look at all the shit that's happened to you.

this shit is ruining my boots.

you've got to be kidding me.

i really am in the ass-end of nowhere now.

i'll take your word for it.

have we reached the stage where we gossip about each other's love lives?

we'll talk later.

nothing's stopping us from going back up.

one of those things would be impossible. all of them together? that's a miracle.

there was nothing simple about it.

you think we could take a couple of these books back with us?

my guess is another earthquake... that hits when we're halfway across the bridge.

i've had to write some letters.

no tantalizing secrets to divulge?

considering the company, i'm surprised it didn't feel longer.

does anybody else smell that? seriously? just me?

we're done here, right?

just take care of yourself.

i tried to warn you.

so it was just you, alone in the vast wilderness?

so we're getting the band back together? that's exciting.

let's try not to poke around someone else's grave, all right?

that had to hurt!

are you blushing?

let's not talk about it.

something about this place gives me the creeps.

i have no idea why places like this exist.

are we sure this is a good idea?

just because two people dislike each other doesn't mean they're about to kiss.

let's talk about your dark and troubled past.

i can almost promise you trouble when you arrive.

great place to get crapped on by a bird.

sounds like you two would have made a happy couple.

well, that screams "up to no good."

that's the seventh root i've tripped over in the last ten minutes.

i'm providing a service.

back me up!

how about dalliances? liaisons? illicit affairs?

you don't want to talk about yourself. i can respect that. so what do we talk about, then?

i'd also like to avoid falling.

i could help, you know.

i make up for it elsewhere.

are you going to blame me for that, too?

well, no one would peg you as a spy.

what? no! why would you even ask that?

let's try not to get eaten, shall we?

good spot for it. i wouldn't look here for anything.

my money's on this being a trap.

i'll keep that in mind.

maybe the locals will lend us a boat.

some things never change.

too attached to hitting things with your fists?

well, you've got to give me something.

personally i think it's some kind of compensation thing.

anybody else vote that we never come here again?

all this fresh air is making me lightheaded.

you remind me of someone.

are you all right?

i got to ask, does any of this shit make sense to you?

i'm not sure what that even means.

of course i'm concerned! i don't need you prodding me with a stick to prove it.

i hate caves.

thank you for not torturing me. i'm so much happier now.

we'll have to find another way.

how do you like being described?

poor bastards.

be still my heart. i've grown on you.

whatever it does, it's probably ancient and invaluable.

so what do we expect to find here?

you're asking me?

i'm hoping if i ignore it, it'll go away.

there's a lot of work to do.

just what we needed.

i didn't specify whose ass, did i?

you want to get shit done, right?

have you been reading the inscriptions?

it's just... all that niceness.

the only thing they seem to have in common is a tendency to burn things.

so there's a rational explanation after all.

well... that's gruesome.

where's the sneaking? the plotting? the subtle machinations?

most people are like cats. they either puff up to look dangerous or they crouch down and hope you don't see them.

it generally helps to respect local traditions now and then.

i've heard some people actually enjoy walking in the wilderness.

anyone know the name of this river?

someone remembered to bring water, right?

it's... hard to explain.

if they're busy staring at your hat, they're ignoring all your other flaws.

beg your pardon? i didn't catch that.

hm... i don't want to bore people.

how could you possibly be a spy?

ooh, that's a tough one.

look, i have to complain, or you'll forget i'm even here and trip over me!

how are you holding up? you've been quiet for a while.

i don't know what you're complaining about. you're taller than i am.

if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death.

you doing all right? i heard you breathing a little hard after the last fight.

no, no... that was good.

i will try my best not to do the impossible.

no argument there.

you seem the type.

you think i get any fun hanging out with them?

well, what you do doesn't make sense.

it seems like you're not having the effect you could.

keep acting like a big shot and hope it sticks.

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RIght back at ya with the ordem ask game! :D

Carente - Which is your favourite relationship (platonic OR romantic) and why?

Magistrada - If you had to choose a character to tell something to, who and what would they be?

Parasita da culpa - Which moment or concept would you change if you could, and how?

<3

hehehe hi! spoilers up to and including osni 3 ahead

Carente - Which is your favourite relationship (platonic OR romantic) and why?

So, I did answer this here, but I know for sure you've seen the relevant parts so I saved this one for you. Because Johnny, my boy, my absolute fucking moron <3

I guess on screen relationship has to be him and Rubens, because its most of what we see, you know? And it's sweet, and its fun, and watching the two pairs dance around each other and just how much Johnny and Rubens *trust* each other *and not the others* is very pleasing.

However

HOWEVER

I am utterly and entirely and extremely *fascinated* by the team he used to be on. Both in a historical Johnny & Luciano & Antonio & Arnaldo sense, and in a current time (well slightly ahead) just Johnny & Balu being left at the end of it. Or even!!!! Johnny & Anfitrião, the being with Arnaldo's memories. We haven't seen any of him and Kian so eh yeah, but the potential!!! They're not things I've especially poked, but these are all things I rotate in my brain constantly. I just... Don't have the time to write them rn, and can't even pick a singular version anyway. The man who used to be his mentor, perhaps saviour perhaps sponsor, becoming the thing that near killed him. The last two people at the end. Four people working together without names but, from what Balu said, seems there were frictions in the group from clashing personalities and people being stubborn. Not serious ones, but ones where they'd work together but not *like* each other much. There's a lot of lines from the Johnny, Balu, and Rubens scene (mostly from Rubens because *fuck* Felps pulled it out of the park that scene [and many of the earlier ones but I've repeated the Host information frip ones less]) that live rent free in my brain, but this -

Johnny, I'm Balu. We already met on another occasion, but I think… I was a bit of a fool when you met me. Anyway… I think… If we were on some mission nowadays, we would be- I would have done better.

I am so fascinated by this line. This fucking line. I am completely fascinated by a relationship I'll never get any god-damned answers to, and it's this line's fault.

(I'm also 80% convinced that where Balu cut himself off? The next would would have been 'friends')

Magistrada - If you had to choose a character to tell something to, who and what would they be?

Hmmmmmmmm that's.... real fucking hard, huh. Though fuck it. I've got two, both osni, and do remember I'm only episode 3 so I've no idea how things will fo (and probably why I feel the need) but... I've two, in order of importance. I just think you'd enjoy both.

Milo - you are who you say you are, and nobody and nothing can or should take that from you. It does not matter if you did not exist before you both turned ten or not. What matters is that you are here, and you are just as valuable as anybody else.

Olivier - your father might not love you, and your mother might overlook you for your sister, and your sister might be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but never doubt she and your mother love you. You are loved so much, I promise.

Parasita da culpa - Which moment or concept would you change if you could, and how?

Hmmm let me see... I mean I kinda talked about this with the last one and headcanons so...

IDK something small. I don't want to destabalise things too hard. I think, perhaps, let Fernando find out what Luciano did and agreed to with the child. Just because I'm curious to his reaction, and think he deserved to know. There's no good way for him to find out, but... him dying not knowing just kinda sucks.

Like sure there's big things with deaths or rules mistakes or whatever (Justice For Artemis) but without messing anything up too hard? I think that.