#and i have the attention-span of a goldfish and not enough time to really write them

[steelthroat]

*crying desperately*

I have a new fanfic idea...

*weeps inconsolably*

It looks like a longfic

[fottitimioamore]

Hiii!! I saw your request rules and I was hoping to get Leo and Donnie from both 2012 and rise if possible? Separately please! With a gender neutral reader that is cuddling with them while playing some game on the switch and the reader just absentmindedly starts scratching their shell and the turtle just about melts? Like reader just starts scratching their chin, their arms, and the turtle just becomes a churring mess enjoying the attention? If you don't want to do this request it's alright!! Hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat it 😭

THIS

Tysm for requesting this, I was hoping someone would so I would have an excuse to write it 🙏 I love these mfs so much this stuff is so soft it makes me want to cry. This took so long I'm so sorry, it's been busy and I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Also forgive me I do not have a switch and have no idea what people do on 'em 💀

Happy holidays to whoever celebrates <33

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♡ Pairing: 2012 and Rise!Donnie and Leo x reader (seperately)

♡ Warnings: None

♡ Relationship: Romantic

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Rise!Leonardo

You loved the turtles, you really did. All of them. But sometimes their seemingly endless supplies of energy were exhausting. Sometimes you just needed a little time away with just your boyfriend. Such times could be few and far between, but that just made you cherish them even more.

Currently, everyone else was busy doing their own things. You had offered them a place in the living room with you, to watch some cheesy horror movie Leo had found. But Mikey had decided that it was time for a new piece on his bedroom walls, Raph said that his training buddy would be getting lonely, and Donnie had claimed that he was on the brink of something phenomenal, as usual.

You were alright with that. It just meant that you would have more time with just Leo. Laying back against an arm of the couch with him ontop of you, pulled as close as he physically could be.

Unfortunately, said cheesy horror movie was so captivating that you had abandoned it in favor of your switch within the first 15 minutes. You really didn't know how they managed to squeeze 3 hours out of the barely functioning plot.

Leo, on the other hand, was captivated. His eyes had barely left the screen. Every once in a while he would throw a hand up with a scoff or bury his face in your chest grumbling about how stupid the characters were. You would reach a hand up, brushing it down his neck as he relaxed against you again.

You couldn't help your wandering hands though, and so while you balanced your switch in one, without thinking, your other slid down until it met the top of his shell. You rubbed the edge of it, right above where it connected with skin, before it fell further down. Your nails scraped gently over the hard surface, absentmindedly tracing the patterns you knew near by heart.

You were so deep in your thoughts, completely zoned in on the screen in your one hand that you nearly jumped out of your skin when a rumble erupted from the slider atop you. A grin immediately spread across your face, huffing out air through your nose in a laugh. Leo was still laying with his head tucked under your chin, facing the projector, but as you slid your hand back up to his shoulders, you felt absolutely none of the tension they usually held.

His churring continued, the sound vibrating through you and making you laugh again. You propped your switch up against the couch, bringing your now free hand to cup his jaw. As clique as it sounded, running your nails under his chin was a surefire way to make him melt in your hands. He tipped his face up to gaze at you with eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. A light blush dusted his cheeks, just enough to see from how close you were.

You loved moments like these. Moments where Leo could relax, cut the snarky persona and just be... soft.

The movie playing was simply background noise now, hands soothing over his jaw and shell respectively as you watched his eyes flutter. Strong arms around your waist pulled you impossibly closer, and he pushed his head more into your palm.

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Rise!Donatello

Donnie was constantly working. He had so many ideas for new inventions that sometimes you just had to smile and nod when he started on about his newest project. It wasn't that you weren't interested, but most of it just went right over your head, as adorable as his little ramblings could be. He spent so much time in his lab that before, you had felt almost neglected. Never truly, of course he made time for you, but it was never really enough.

Therefore, you created a compromise. With Donnie working over his desk in his chair, and you on his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms around his neck. You were completely content like that, normally passing the time with your phone or switch until your arms got tired.

This time was no different. Soft music hummed in your ears, just loud enough to hear clearly. Donnie had his arms on each side of your waist, tinkering with some device that had been the center of his attention for the past few days.

You'd grown tired of Animal Crossing and other little games you'd been switching between for the past hour, but you were happy just to spend time with your boyfriend. Head resting on his shoulder, you let the device fall into your lap to have your hands free. They squeezed his neck gently, winning you a nuzzle from Donnie. Your hands slid down, fingertips brushing the surface of his soft shell. A smile graced your lips when you felt the last tension of the day melt under you.

Your heart fluttered everytime you touched his bare shell. It taken months for Donnie to build up enough trust in you to do so, and you cherished the privilege like none other. The delicate idea of it just made you love him even more.

You would never admit it to Donnie, but his shell made him seem so fragile in moments like these. You knew he hated being seen as weak for it, and you knew far better than that; but you always felt like dragging your nails a little too hard along it would hurt him. He never seemed to mind, though. When you did, just lightly enough for him to feel it, you felt your heart clench in adoration as the tiniest vibrations kickstarted under his plastron.

Donnie didn't chur like his brothers, not often. They were louder, making their contentment obvious through the trilling. Donnie was quieter, the sound softer and more gently comforting in your opinion. While you loved when he'd openly chur like that, you liked to keep it as a rare occasion. You were just as happy with this, just a low rythmic hum that reverberated in your skull, pressed against his collar.

You heard the clink of tools being set on the table, before a hand ran up your back to between your shoulder blades. The other wrapped around your waist, loosely holding you against him. A small gesture, one that wouldn't seem very important, was for Donnie. For him to put down his work, even for a few minutes, just to really be with you in a moment, made you feel truly special. He rested his head against yours, and you brought one hand up to cup the side of it. Your thumb rubbed small circles just under his mask, feeling him lean into the touch, smiling into your palm.

No words had to be spoken in moments like these. Here, you could just melt in each others presence, while any negative energy from the day melted away right with you.

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2012!Leonardo

Game night with the turtles was always fun. It normally started out with everyone, piled on the couch in front of the TV, volume on high over the sounds of laughter. Bonus to living in the sewers, no noise complaints from any neighbors.

Eventually, people began to drop out and either slunk to bed or, in Donnie's case, to his lab. By the end of it, you and Leo were the last ones up. The noise dwindled into comfortable silence, and you two would shift closer together, a luxury you didnt bother with around his brothers. Sure, there was a hand in his or his arm around your waist here and there, but nothing past that.

Once everyone else had gone, Leo had moved in front of you on the couch. Your legs hugged his sides, hands on his plastron from behind. You had given up a few minutes ago, too tired to really focus on the game. Leo was still invested though. He got particularly competitive in games, especially with his brothers. He was intent on beating Raph's high score.

You were practically falling asleep by now. Your eyes fell shut and you had to consciously keep your head from falling to his shoulder. To keep yourself awake, you slid your hands up from his chest to the top of his neck, working your way down with careful nails. Leo was always tense, you felt it when you pressed on certain muscles. He carried most of it in his shoulders, maintaining a powerful posture all day.

Moments after you started the gentle scratching, you heard the painfully familiar sound of a game over from the screen. You hadn't realized that you'd closed your eyes, but sure enough, Leo's chance of a new record was no more.

His head hit your shoulder and your lips pulled up into a smile as you moved your hands around to his jaw, feeling the soft trills start in his throat. His eyes were closed, expression serene. You planted a quick kiss on his chin, causing him to tilt his head back for more. You giggled, pulling him further into you and resting your head against his.

"Sorry, I ruined your high score." Your voice was hardly above a whisper, as if talking any louder would disrupt the peaceful moment like a stone into still water. Leo only churred louder, an arm coming up to rest over your thigh. Your far arm reached down to rub his shoulder, feeling it relax.

Moments like these weren't very common with Leo. Moments where he could feel so at ease. Where he didn't have to think about leading the team, or his brothers' safety. Here, we could just unwind in your grasp, away from everything that kept him so on edge. They sat in the very back of his mind. Instead, you were his fronting thought, from the way your nails ran over his skin to the rise and fall of your chest under him.

Here, Leo did feel at ease, and his heart skipped a beat when you laughed at his lack of response. You fell silent now, simply listening to his content churs in your own hazy bubble of happiness.

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2012!Donatello

You were not a morning person. Not in the slightest. In your opinion, anyone who got up before 7 am unless absolutely necessary was inhuman. And still that seemed early. Donnie, however, was a special case. He also wasn't a morning person, and when he slept you could only drag him out of bed half past noon. But he worked so late into the night that he didn't fall asleep (if he even did), until the first rays of sunlight streamed in your bedroom windows.

Granted, the sewers didn't have windows, so he couldn't tell by that how late it was, but he also had tech everywhere in his lab and more than a few ways to instantly tell the time. You understood, you had your fair share of restless nights. But Donnie was like this all the time. Unless someone physically put his equipment to the side and pulled him off to bed, he would stay up for as long as his body let him.

Luckily, you came along. As someone with an actually decent sleep schedule, which wasn't common in mutant turtles apparently, you made sure Donnie got an acceptable amount of sleep when you could. Unfortunately, you couldn't always haul him away forever. Sometimes he would lay down, just to get up after you fell asleep and continue working. So when you would stay overnight with him, you typically would be woken up from a particularly loud mess-up on one of his projects.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was a wrench, one that was knocked to the floor when he reached aside to grab another tool. You rolled over in the makeshift nest you had setup in the lab, blinking awake to Donnie staring wide-eyed at you. He relaxed, sighing in defeat when he realized you were fully conscious now.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said softly, his voice making you smile. You lifted a hand, and after placing the wrench back on his desk, he padded over to you.

"Hmm, going back to work after I fall asleep doesn't fix anything," you hummed as he kneeled down in front of you. You shifted upright, back against the wall, and he slid down to lay his head in your lap. Before you could even touch him, you felt a trill reverberate through you, and you laughed. Just laying down, being off his feet and in your lap was enough to make him happy.

You settled one hand around his head, the other running down his arm, stopping at the leather straps of his elbow pad. Normally the gear came off to sleep, but you figured you'd let it slide for the moment. You continued your little ministrations, beaming when his grip around your waist tightened and he snuggled closer to your warmth. His churs provided comforting background noise as you tried to keep yourself from unconsciousness.

You knew he gave in so easily because he probably thought he could slip away after a while. You wouldn't let that happen so easily this time, however. There was no way he was getting up until you did. Until then, all you wanted was to sit here with Donnie until you were inevitability woken up to his brothers' teasing in the morning.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome <3

A/N: I completely forgot the switch in 2012!Donnie's I hope it's just as okay without ^^

[sopiao]

hello! can i please request König with a femreader that’s just the embodiment of a cotton ball, a white bunny, a dandelion :))) like she dresses super coquette or semi lolita with cute ruffle skirts and bright colors, loves small critters and spring, gets distracted and excited super easily. and König is just so in love with her x)

don’t feel pressured to write this, ignore if it’s too much or if you’re too busy. make sure to drink water

-☁️

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DESCRIPTIVE REQS LIKE THIS OMG!!! dw bbgs i’ll write anything for y’all :3

ANYWAYS I HOPE I WROTE IT OUT GOOD T-T

I just know that König is one to spoil you, knowing what you like and what you’ve been wanting. And when he sees it, he’ll take no longer than half a second to make up his decision to buy it for you.

Coming back early from deployment he wanted to surprise you, he hadn’t told you that he got out yet. He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer with a bouquet of your favorite combination of flowers and a gift behind his back.

Smiling at how you excitedly squeal and immediately just jump into his arms. Using both arms to hug and pick you up off your feet, feeling something soft and plush against your back, you step back as he holds up his gift for you.

It’s a huge Rilakkuma plushie that’s holding a small strawberry in it’s hands. Jumping up excitedly you engulf him and the plush animal in a tight hug. Showing both of your bears love.

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It’s so funny to think about him letting you decorate the bedroom with your own little trinkets, plushies, posters and bedsheets. So every night he shuts off the pastel purple bed light and snuggles up into you under the white ruffled comforter with little cheesy accents on it.

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Almost every three months you get a new interest into a new hobby. First it was with painting, he dedicated an empty room in the house just for you and your little studio. He picked out the biggest spare room with a big window for you to look at while you painted. König made sure to frame your favorite one in the living room and his favorite in his office.

Then it was sewing and tailoring you’re own clothes, which helped a lot with fitting König’s shirts since double xl shirts are long enough but too loose. And you got to make and tailor your own clothes for cute little dates, flowery sundresses with ruffles, adding a white lace trim to your clothes. (omg i’m rambling)

Which turned into embroidery, where you patched every little hole in you and König’s clothes and bedsheets with small flowers.

So when you trot up into his office and show him a picture of a crocheted bunny plush he’s more than happy to take you down to your favorite craft store and watch you pick out different colored yarns and different size hooks for other projects. His heart is just too soft for you to say no.

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König loves taking you out to the city during events he knows you’ll love. Walking around with you, more like trying to keep track of you. You have the attention span of a goldfish so whenever you see something you like you drop everything and go look at it.

It won’t so far that he had ti tie a balloon to your wrist to make sure he won’t lose you. He just paid for a trinket you were so fascinated with. When he looked back you were already out if the store and into the busy streets, something catching you’re eye again.

It really was a sight to see a small lady wandering through the streets with such an adorable look and fashion with you’re 6’10 fiancé holding all your new things for you.

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Now that he’s a colonel he’s more stern with when and how long he gets deployed for. So when spring rolls around, he’s sure that no one from work will bother him and his schedule is cleared. He knows how much you love the spring, how perfect the weather is, how it’s the perfect time for flowers.

König makes sure whatever you wanna do, it’ll happen right when you want it. His favorite thing to do with you is going apple picking, it’s when you have the most motivation to bake apple everything.

Cinnamon apple pie that has beautiful dough decorations, caramel apple cookies, apple cobbler, apple cider donuts, apple fritters, and apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies. König just loves seeing you covered in flower and frosting with your gingham blue apron wrapped around you.

He loves how he gains a little weight during this time of the year with how much you bake and feed him. It’s how you show your love. Either way you love the little bit of his chubbyness, who doesn’t?

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The first time he let his comrades come over for dinner to meet you, it really was something to see their colonel just melt in your arms when he greets you at the door, introducing his team to you as they take in the warm and cozy atmosphere of your home.

The lighting was soft and comforting, accents and decorations that you picked out was littered all over the house. They didn’t even know he was engaged, let alone a home with you, they all thought he lived in an apartment by himself.

For as long as they’ve known him they would’ve never thought that his home would look like this or give off this type of feeling. They were amazed with how contrasted your and his personality was.

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König believes that in every relationship everything should be 50/50. So, while you enjoy resting out new recipes for dinner tonight, or making something you saw on instagram, and just overall coating the house and his life in your own little charm.

He does the more controlled and routine stuff. Cleaning and dishes. And sometimes you two clean the house together and listen to music on the speakers. What he loves the most is the laundry.

He loves seeing the mix of his clothes with yours, his boxers getting mixed with your pair of white thigh length socks with a small bow and at the top. He loves separating and folding the clean laundry, folding your pleated blue skirt, and matching white and blue top. He always remembers what outfit you made with each piece of clothing.

[bisexualhomelander]

12, 32 and 36 please :)

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Heh. Funnily enough, this fandom is the first one where I enthusiastically ship het ships and will write for them. Not a trope, really, but I used to be a 100% male slash writer. The Boys has changed that, and with anyone else it might be because they simply write interesting female characters, but we ARE still talking about Eric Kripke here, so it's probably not that. Other than that, though, my likes for tropes haven't really changed that much since I started reading fic at 13 back in the 2000s. Schuster, bleib bei deinen Leisten. Etc.

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

Ideal fic length is a lengthy oneshot of about 9k. I want to sit there a while, but I also have the attention span of a goldfish on crack cocaine. Multichapter fics are overwhelming because I rarely have the time to read them, and short oneshots don't sate the thirst for more fic, but a long oneshot is exactly right.

36. Do you visualize what you read/write?

Yes, extremely. I am incredibly visual. There is a reason I prefer watching over, let's say, reading or listening. Books and podcasts are not my preferred medium in fiction. But yes. I visualise a LOT. It's how most of my fics come into being: me, in bed, late at night, thinking about a silly little scenario to fall asleep and then getting brain worms.

[thatndginger]

Hey there, happy STS new friend! Hope you're doing oK!

So tell me about some of your characters - who are your favourite characters to write for, each for Shapeshifter and for War Witch. What about them do you enjoy?

Hello new friend! I am super late answering this but I am happy to say I’m doing well ^.^

My favorite characters to write for Shapeshifter are, in no particular order: all of them. I love writing all of these fucking idiots so much, it’s obscene :P Joking aside, I’d have to say that my favorites are easily the two who started it all; Kerr McKay (protagonist extraordinaire) and Adrien Montrose (mysterious mob boss who I don’t talk about nearly enough). Close behind them are the other two protagonists of Shapeshifter, Jay de Lange & Warrick Salehrad.

I love writing Kerr because I never know what that little shit is gonna do, but I know I’m gonna be entertained regardless. I never would have expected to find myself writing the kind of gritty, rough urban fantasy that Shapeshifter has become if not for Kerr dragging me kicking and screaming into it. I have learned that I cannot write extensive outlines for any scene Kerr is in, because he will never follow the plan. And honestly, that’s kinda fun.

Adrien, on the other hand, has rarely surprised me. Not much, at least. I’ve always known who he is, and what he’s likely to do. Which is be a cold, ruthless prick with a soft spot for certain idiots. 

Jay and Warrick are kind of ‘new’ characters when compared to Kerr and Adrien, but that’s what makes writing them so fun. I know what they’ll do about 50% of the time. The rest… Warrick is adorably goofy and sincere with an incredibly short attention span and the memory of a goldfish. Jay is prickly and distrustful, protective of what she sees as ‘hers’, and has a smile that could rival the sun’s shine. They’re fun on their own, but when you combine Jay, Warrick, and Kerr…. It’s a goddamn riot.

My favorite character to write for War Witch is currently Nathan Kraemer (sidekick/deuteragonist to one Mari Adairon). War Witch is still primarily in the planning stages, so most of the writing I do is just fleshing out characters and their motivations/quirks/backstories/etc. Nate is fun to write for in that aspect because I really like leaning into the ‘spoiled rich kid’ tropes for him, but with a twist. Like, he’s the old-money son of the Minister of Commerce, but he hangs on every word that comes out of Mari’s mouth. He’d follow her to the ends of the earth, or her parents’ tailor shop for tea, or even consider stopping at a street food stall occasionally if she asked. He’ll be condescending and annoying about it in that trust-fund-baby way, though.

[bari-the-witch]

BAMF Chrissy?

This is basically a hellcheer rewrite of Stranger Things Season 4, with Chrissy Cunningham as the main character. Obviously she survived, instead another poor girl gets killed (sorry random girl #4534...) I wanted to give her a chance to break free from her cage and be the badass I imagine her to be.

The first chapter is only partially written, but here is a little snippet:

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Thursday, March 13, 1986

“Urgh, it’s no use!” Eddie droped his pen in annoyance. “How is anyone able to make sense of this shit? I mean - she gives up her perfect life to run away with a criminal just out of love? That’s …”

“Romantic? Cute? Absolutely adorable?”

“No it’s dumb, that’s what it is. Totally unrealistic.”

“Oh? So Mr. ‘Forced conformity is killing the kids’ wants Daisy Buchanan to stay with her boring husband and not with Jay Gatsby instead?” Chrissy raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. “Who are you, and what did you do with Eddie Munson?”

“He died out of boredom in last period. And I know what I said. But in this case, the book would’ve lost a couple of pages I didn’t need to read right now.” Eddie glared at it as if it had personally offended him.

Chrissy couldn’t suppress a giggle. “So that’s everything it takes to let you give up your principles? The final exam in English literature by Mrs. O’Donnell? I’m disappointed Eddie, really disappointed.” She tried to manage a stern look and failed.

��Ok wow, no one calls Eddie Munson a quitter just because he wants to have an easier life for once”, he huffed, pointing an accusing finger at her. “And don’t say her name again. I’m almost positive she gets summoned from the demon realm by it.” He looks around the library as if he wanted to make sure Mrs. O’Donnell hadn’t miraculously spawned out of thin air.

“You are unbelievable sometimes, you know that?” Chrissy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “And don’t believe for one second that I don’t know what you’re playing at. Eyes back on the book Mr., we’re not finished yet.”

This made Eddie sigh in annoyance. “Help me remember why asked you to help me again?”

“I think it was out of pure desperation. And because you thought I was nice and would make things easy for you I guess.” Chrissy’s smile was saccharine sweet with a devilish glint in her eyes.

“Never been more wrong in my life”, he mumbles under his breath, but of course, Chrissy heard every word, which prompted her to punch him in the shoulder. “See? Not nice at all. First insults, now bodily harm, what’s next? Gonna push my head into the toilet bowl like a real bully?”

“Don’t tempt me, Munson. And now enough with the distraction, we have a paper to write.” She pushed the book in his direction and Eddie finally complied. He opened the book and started reading where they had left off before their quarrel.

Studying with Eddie was no easy task for her, and felt more like herding cats than anything else. Feral, crazy cats who had the attention span of goldfish, juggling with three different kinds of things while everything was on fire. But to her complete surprise, she also liked doing it. He was kind and unbelievingly entertaining, always making her laugh and smile with his dramatics and stupid jokes.

Over six months they had become kind of friends from something, that had started as simple study dates to help Eddie finally graduate this time. Unfortunately, their friendship was restricted to hanging out at the library, because her boyfriend Jason wasn’t a big fan of Eddie. And unfortunately, Chrissy didn’t have the guts to stand her ground and go against him. So to Jason and the rest of the school, Eddie and Chrissy simply were study buddies and nothing more.

They were able to finish the paper before the library closed off and kicked them out for the day.

After saying their goodbyes and planning their last meet before spring break next week, Chrissy hurried outside to the parking lot where Jason was waiting. She should be glad to see her boyfriend again, she really should, but after the friendly and relaxed hours with Eddie, she always felt suffocated getting into his car. To her, it also felt like she had to be a completely different person with him, switching from cheerful and happy, to silent and reserved. But maybe relationships worked like that.

“You’re late.”

She wasn’t and he knew that. But Jason always had to nag at her about something.

“Sorry”, she replies timidly, buckling up.

Jason started the car and they drove off. “Munson tried anything funny?”

“No, he didn’t. He never does.”

He always asked that. As if Eddie was some kind of monster, who had nothing better to do than grab innocent girls during studying and have his merry way with them. Chrissy felt hot under her collar at that thought, hastily shoving it aside before Jason could notice her blushing. And it was true what she said, Eddie was a total gentleman in this department. He never tried to get close to her, always keeping his distance, and for an unknown reason this bothered Chrissy to an extent, she wasn’t ready to dwell on.

“Good. I don’t like that you are spending so much time with him, even if it’s just for studying. He’s dangerous Chrissy, trust me. People like him sooner or later flip and I don’t want you to stand in the line of fire when that happens.” Jason sounded worried, taking her hand during his little speech and squeezing it lightly. It was nice of him to worry, even if it was unnecessary.

Eddie was a good guy, and hopefully one day Jason was able to see it too.

So she kept her mouth shut until that happened, dodging unnecessary discussions they had had about a hundred times since her and Eddie’s little study arrangement had started.

She was a good girlfriend after all like Jason and her mother wanted her to be. She liked to keep them happy. And if they were happy, she was happy. Easy as that.

[lemonadecabaret]

🍋    about the mun

first of all, welcome to the blog! feel free to call me marcy (short for marcella), i’m over the age of twenty-one and use she/her pronouns. currently, i am living in the eastern standard timezone and have a pretty busy life outside of tumblr, meaning that my activity may not be that constant. i’ve been roleplaying for a really long time and have a pretty decent amount of experience under my belt. i tend not to give out personal information so please do not ask for it. 

🍋    guidelines

first.  this blog is nsfw and not safe for minors. i will not be following or interacting with anyone under the age of 21 on this blog and i do not want anyone under the age of 21 to be following me. i will tag most triggers but i am human, so if i mess up on that front please remind me nicely through inbox or ims. i will not be posting any written nsfw under a ‘read more’ and various taboo themes will likely be present on this blog, please do not follow if these things make you uncomfortable. your space is yours to control.

second. this is a drama, hate, and kinkshaming free space. if there’s something that you don’t like on this blog it takes about three to five seconds to unfollow/block. i don’t judge others and i don’t like to be judged, respect is a two-way street. if you come to me to plot and lay out things that you like and things that you don’t, i will happily keep them in mind when interacting with you.

third. mun does not equal muse. i cannot stress this enough. just because i write a thing or a character that i write is into a thing, this does not necessarily mean that i, as a person, condone the thing. the writing on this blog is all fictional and not a representation of real life.

fourth. i really don’t care about formatting. i’m going to be making my font small and using gif icons for the most part. you do you.

fifth. it’s possible that i may drop a thread or two. don’t take this personally. rp is a hobby for me and tbh i have the attention span of a goldfish at times. i’m absolutely into multiple threads with the same people, always accepting of memes and starters, etc. don’t be afraid or nervous to interact!

more to be added as i think of things.

🍋    banned fcs

youtubers. tiktokers. viners. any sort of social media celebrity tbh. most disney channel stars. (notable exclusions: zendaya, dove cameron)

🍋    misc.

i can be persuaded to take on additional characters or use certain fcs. i’m not saying that i’ll immediately agree but if you’ve got a good plot or something interesting to throw at me, i can and will entertain the notion.

1000% here for aus and whatnot. i love aus. just because i’ve given my muses a basic verse to start them off in, it doesn’t mean that they’re only limited to that universe.

currently getting back into the swing of rp after a hiatus. give me some time and patience when it comes to getting used to all these new changes. because this is a new/revamped account i'm using beta editor.

[alohajun]

♡ GOLDFISH ATTENTION SPAN — JANG YUBIN

yubin x gn!reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff, petnames (love, sweetpea), mentions of medicine, tutor to bestie to lover, essays and math x_x, a kiss scene (omg scandalous ik) | request : hey loki! i know you mainly write for trsr and enha, i was wondering if you could write a fluffy tutor to lovers fic for yubin from mirae? if not, that’s perfectly fine <3 @yogurteume

“hi, i’m y/n. thanks for offering to tutor me. i really hope it’s no trouble.”

you bowed politely as the tall male entered your dorm, greeting you with a cute smile which made your heart skip a beat — or maybe two.

“i’m jang yubin, and it’s no trouble, really! anything for a classmate.” he waved off your thanks, taking a seat as he prepared his things. “miss kwon says you have the potential to get a scholarship to yonsei university.”

“oh? did she?”

“she’s said the same thing to me, too. let’s study hard and get into yonsei together!”

a smile adorned your face at the male’s words, finding his enthusiasm totally contagious. you always had issues with focusing, resulting in you zoning out during lessons, and thus, missing out on the work. all the student tutors your teacher recommended were never this excited to work with you, and it made you think if things with this tutor would be any different.

will you give up on me halfway, just like the others, jang yubin?

it was one week of tutoring you, and jang yubin was still showing up for your lessons. there wasn’t much progress, but yubin would not give up that easily.

“this is pointless. drafting a ten-thousand-word essay is pointless. i can’t deal with this now … or ever. i’ll just become a stri–” you whined, surprised when yubin threw himself against you, slapping his hand over your mouth as he widened his eyes in horror.

“not in the library, y/n! have a filter, would you?!” he scolded, playfully flicking your forehead. “you can do this, okay? trust me.” yubin slowly took his hand away from your mouth, giving you an encouraging smile as he nodded.

you returned the smile. “i trust you. thanks for helping me out, yubin-ah,” you thanked, linking your arms with his as you looked over the books on the table. “if i’m gonna pass this test, it’s gonna be because of you.”

“we haven’t started studying yet, y/n.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “let’s just go through the work today and see what areas you don’t understand, okay?” yubin smiled, ruffling your hair at the way you looked at him. “and if you understand the basics well, i’ll let you use my pretty colored pens you like to make your notes,” he explained, earning a grin from you.

“yes, score! let’s get started!”

yubin traced the words with his pencil. “yep, so when the positive moves to the other side like this, it becomes a negative. but if it just moves within, it remains positive,” he explained, looking at you to make sure you were listening.

he snickered at the way you were leaning your head on your hand, eyes fluttered close. if there was one thing he learnt within the two weeks of tutoring you, it was that you had the attention span of a goldfish — and you could sleep anywhere at any time.

and just like he did normally, yubin reached out to pat your head, running his fingers through your hair to wake you up. you sheepishly smiled as your eyes opened, meeting yubin’s kind gaze and apologizing softly before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“are you getting enough sleep, y/n?” he inquired, a tinge of worry clear in his tone as he looked at you. “you’ve been falling asleep during our lessons a lot these days.”

your brows furrowed, the question taking you off guard. your tutors rarely cared about you — only scolding you when you fell asleep during lessons before complaining to your teacher and giving up.

“i’ve been getting the night shifts at work, and the early morning classes don’t help, so i’m struggling a little,” you replied, looking at your book when you felt yubin’s eyes on you. “nothing big, though!” you waved it off, tracing random numbers as you pretended to study.

“do you have work today, too?” yubin inquired, his smile never fading, even for a second. “you have an exam tomorrow, you know? we can’t have my y/n falling asleep in the middle of their exam.” he laughed, avoiding the playful punch you threw his way.

“i do. in three hours, actually.”

“i’ll cover your shift for you. just stay home and study.”

your eyes widened at his words, shaking your head vigorously as you declined his offer. “no, no. it’s completely fine!” you waved your hands. “i won’t fall asleep. i’ll down three espressos as soon as i wake up. you don’t have to do that.”

“i wasn’t offering, love.” yubin chuckled, poking the side of your head. “i was telling you. i will cover your shift so you can study and get some rest before the exam.” despite the smile on his face, his strict tone told you there was no arguing with him.

“alright, alright.” you surrendered, nudging the male when he smiled victoriously. “thank you, yubin-ah. i owe you one.” you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude.

“if that’s your way of thanking me, i would’ve taken up your shifts two weeks ago.”

“y/n … sweet pea, when was the last time you left your desk?” a very concerned yubin would ask when he came to see you after coming back.

your assignment was due in a week, and yubin was an absolute angel in helping you out through every step. so when the weekend came where he was supposed to visit his parents, you urged him to focus on his family for the two days, letting him know you could handle the work — after all, you had a lot of time.

well, unluckily for you, the two days without yubin were when everything went downhill.

your teacher sent everyone an email stating they were collecting the assignments after the weekend, before also mentioning a few more pointers that needed to be included in order to get a passing grade on your assignment.

but of course, you being you, didn’t want to interrupt yubin’s weekend with his family, so you took up everything yourself, pulling constant all-nighters to work on the assignment that was due the next day.

“i don’t know. you should ask miss kwon,” you grumbled under your breath, typing furiously on your laptop. “she’s the reason i’m stuck at my desk, anyway.”

yubin sighed, noting the red splotches on your wrist, realizing you were forcing yourself to stay awake by pinching yourself. his gaze darted towards the orange medicine container and the countless power drinks that littered the floor.

“y/n, take a break now. i’m here, right? let’s just rest for an hour.”

you shook your head, scoffing as the thought of resting sounded ridiculous to you. “no, i can’t just ‘rest’, yubin! my teacher thought it was logical to pull back a deadline by a week and add even more pointers. i need to do well if i have to get into yonsei with you, and i know i’m lacking but–” you blabbered, anxious about the deadline that was approaching with each passing minute.

before you could register it, yubin held your face between his hands, pulling you closer as he softly placed a kiss on your lips. the kiss took you by surprise, but you couldn't help but chase his lips as he pulled away. your eyes were wide as yubin looked at you with a nervous smile, trying to read your expressions.

“i’ll stay up with you and help you with the assignment.” he promised, softly grasping your hands, his smile widening when you didn’t deny his touch. “just take a break for an hour, that’s all.”

“y-you are just gonna act all normal with me?” you avoided his gaze, pretending to be annoyed with the way the male kept smiling at you. “after what you just did?”

yubin grinned, pulling on your hands so your face was closer to his. “why? do you want more of that?” he asked, laughing when you pushed him away. “i didn’t want to do it like this, but i really like you, y/n.”

“i really like you too, yubin. and i’ve never been more thankful for my goldfish attention span since i met you because of it.”

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[blazedrawsstuff]

Here is the son of a scorpion man, Brock!

Brock Chelicerata

Son of a Scorpion Man

Parent

A Scorpion Man/Girtablilu

Age

17

Killer Style

I prefer my outfits to be of the semi-formal variety, and I have grown especially fond of my father's varsity Casketball jacket, even if it's a hand-me-down.

Freaky Flaw

I'll concede and say that I do have trouble paying attention to things for so long...and admittingly some of my features have made me quite clumsy.

Pet

My goldfish named Xane, sure, it's not as extravagant as some of the other ghouls pets, but I love him just the same as any owner would.

Favorite Activity

I love to write and read, and I've taken a great interest in mystery stories. Aside from that, I do enjoy taking my friends out for ice cream.

Pet Peeve

Mistreatment of my friends, and innocent people, one of the few things I despite. Regarding myself, when I get startled, I end up stinging people, I never mean to do it...but I can't really help it.

Favorite Subject

Creative Writing, Mr. Pentagram* and I are terrorific pals!

Least Favorite Subject

Mad Science, shamefully, my pincers and tail have caused more than a few incidents in the classroom.

Favorite Colors

Teal

Favorite Food

As I have spent my early years in the desert, I adore cold desserts such as ice cream. My favorite flavors being the more "unusual" ones, Blueberry ice cream is my current top contender.

Friends

Wydowna Spider (Girlfriend)

Deuce Gorgon

Neighthan Rot

Cleo de Nile

Hajime Hitokuchi (OC)

Gigi Grant

Jon Campbell (EW MH AU Only)

Abilities

Pincer Claws and Pincer Grip

As a scorpion man, Brock has a pair of arms with pincers instead of hands, these pincers have a very strong grip, strong enough to break wood and glass even.

Venomous Sting

As with all scorpions, his stinger is full of venom that injects into the victim when stung. Fortunately, it's not fatal but it does cause temporary paralysis of the victim, the time the side effects last for depend on how much venom was injected into the victim. This is often involuntarily done as part of Brock's "startle reflex".

Prehensile Tail

Unless he is startled, Brock can control his tail to act as an extra appendage.

Wall Scaling

Brock can freely walk, or most specifically, crawl, through surfaces, walls and the ceiling without falling.

Bioluminescence

Just like other scorpions, Brock's body will glow a neon blue when under ultraviolet light.

Skillset

Multitasking

Brock can assign his arms different tasks and divide his attention between them, however he finds it difficult to do this mostly because of his short attention span, as well as being extremely tiring.

Writing

Brock is a talented writer, especially when writing stories, his favorite being mystery stories.

Personality

Brock is laid-back, gentlemanly, and charismatic, he is kind and helpful to others as well. It actually rather difficult to make him angry, it takes a lot to piss him off. He loves his girlfriend, Wydowna Spider with all of his heart and while not all that into fighting, is willing to protect her should the need arise. In fact, insulting Wydowna is one of if not the only way to anger him.

Brock does have a short-attention span, mainly for things that don't fully hold his attention. He can also get wrapped up in his hobbies that he forgets his own needs sometimes. He can also be quite the people-pleaser, though he is not above putting boundries for certain things (such as when Dawn suggested he write a gruesome bad ending to one of his stories, which he refused to do.), There also times where he can be indecisive as well.

Trivia/Additional Information

As he had spent his early years in the dessert, Brock did not know what rain and snow was for years. It wasn't until his family moved to New Salem when he was in 3rd grade that he first witnessed rain and snow. He thought the sky was crying when he first saw rain for the first time.

He and Deuce met each other on a rainy day in 3rd grade, it was Deuce who told him what rain was.

The buckle on Brock's belt is the symbol of the Akkadian Empire, where Scorpion Men were first introduced in myths.

The choice to make Brock's favorite color Teal came from the color scorpions glow under ultraviolet light.

His last name "Chelicerata" comes from the subdivision of the phylum "Arthopodia", which includes animals such as arachnids like scorpions and spiders.

His headcanon voice is Xander Mobus, specifically his voice for Sparkling Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom.

Brock's hair is dyed, before he dyed it, it was blackish-brown.

*The fanmade MH universe interpretation of SCP-2980 (Devil's Nightlight). The demon is known as "Stan Pentagram" or "Mr. Pentagram" in this universe.

[lokisprettygirl]

My god them both with their insecurities and the healing. I can't.......❤❤. I had a really bad day yesterday and reading this lovely chapter really helped, thank you so much. All the fluff I needed. Which is also the reason I didn't tell you this tommorow because I have the attention span of a goldfish whenever I'm upset 😅. Back to blu, the giant worm thing seriously you took words out of my mouth. I was just gonna say that last time just with a giant ant. That's a terrible nightmare of mine. But if they have a world with a Bluey/Loki ant. I'm all for it. He shopped!! So cute, imagining him and Phil going all fashion police in the store. I really like that you didn't put a picture of the clothes they bought. Whenever a writer does, I usually don't like it ( I'm really picky) but I can't imagine any other clothes no matter how hard I try after that. Not that any writer shouldn't do anything they like but my brain is just nope they're the writer they know best. They got to go the engagement together, while that is good. I have a feeling it's gonna make things harder for them. There were doctors there, what if they recognize him. They have seen bluey. May not be able to because she wasn't but still. Stark will question anything and everything, I just know. Or am I being too paranoid???? Anyway, the freezer sex. Wow, you're making it really hard for me to ever get ice cream. How do I do that without turning into a tomato now? Let me get my ice cream miss. Two words "for now" enough to kill a person. Your words really are swords and the gauze at the same time. Brilliant writing as always. 💝

🧁

I'm sorry you had a bad day but I'm glad you are feeling better now.

That's how I am with snakes and everything that crawls, it gives me heebies but If it was bluey. Damn I'm going to love that thing 😂

I have put pictures before but I like to believe my taste in clothes is pretty good as I'm very picky myself.

I don't think any other doctors were allowed to see him except bruce. They picked the one who'd betray them 😂😂

We will see what stark does, hes surely desperate to get back the creature.

Freezer is ruined forever , there's no coming back from that hole 🤣

Thank you for your constant encouragement for this fic..means the world 💓

[shizuoi]

Talk Shop Tuesday: what does it mean to be “in” a fandom for you? Is it enjoying the media? Reblogging gifs? Actually writing/creating? What’s your metric between liking something and being in its fandom?

ough this is a question™ the easy and most quantifiable answer is creating for a "fandom", which is probably how i refer to it externally. like i only really say im part of a fandom to other people if i've created something for it or i've watched it for so long that it's part of me. like i grew up on star trek os and mash and stuff, so even if i dont create for them, i still fee like im a part of that fandom bc i engage in posts online and i read fic and think about them.

i think at it's core, being in a fandom for me means liking something enough to be thinking about it over a longer span of time? in that way, "fandom" doesnt feel like the right term bc it's almost inextricably tied to the creation of things? like to have witnessed a media and enjoyed it enough that it lasts in me (which is easier said than done bc i have the attention span of a goldfish LOL) is what seems to count in the long run. i might drift in and out, but having enjoyed it and thought about it and maybe read things related to/about it or something makes me feel like im a part of it, in a way. idk this is a very good question and answering this at work at 4 in the afternoon probably isn't conducive to the most eloquent answer OTL

[vltines]

“stop fucking procastinating.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring bakugou’s statement for the third time this evening. bakugou knew that you’ll eventually blame yourself once you’re in the process of procastinating later on, so this caused him to yank your mouse away from your hand, deleting the extra tabs on your laptop that weren’t truly necessary for the study session. 

“katsu, i was reading something!” you furrow your eyebrows, receiving nothing from your human pomeranian but a sharp stare.

“stop reading something else and focus on doing your stupid essay!” he says sternly, slightly enough for you to breathe out a sigh when you’re back on focusing on your assigned task. 

nonetheless, knowing that your short attention span couldn’t even cooperate, you were once again staring at the shortly written paragraph on your screen, slowly peeking at the bakugou’s heavenly features, wishing not to get caught because this sight can possibly be the new death of you. indeed, he was heavenly, maybe an angel too.

“can you finish your goddamn work for once and stop staring?” he looks at you with the usual gleam of his bright red orbs, almost like looking through your soul, melting it in an instant. 

well, maybe not.

“misui, i literally have an attention span of a goldfish right now, and i don’t even know the meaning of this ugly stupid article.” you finally gave up trying to comprehend the same paragraph all over and over again.

“plus, i don’t have the high motivation vibration going on in this room,” you claimed, moving your arms like a wave to imitate your sentence. 

bakugou shakes his head in disappointment, not paying any further attention to what you were doing at this point. he is concerned for your studies though, yet he really didn’t want you to feel all burnt out after trying to push you to do your work.

“unless,” you utter, making bakugou’s hand freeze from writing, “you can give me the motivation, like giving me a kiss for every paragraph i do.” 

bakugou makes a disgusted face, saying, “hell no.”

“but-” 

“i said, no.” he repeated, pursing your lips before your hands lifting up to shut your laptop.

“fine then, i’m going to study at my room where you’re gone and i’m all alone, sitting in my butt paining chair as i stare at my laptop without your help. and i’m going to pass this quarter and tell you how-” 

and there it was. katsuki grabbing your jaw aggresively, pressing his lips onto yours, deepening the kiss that made your nonfunctional idiotic brain to become even dumber. and once both of you were short out of breathe.

“now go write your fucking essay.” he pulls away from your satisfied grin then softly pushes your head away. 

you laugh at his flustered reaction, clasping onto his arm like a kitten who’s been craving for a longing attention. you finally look at him while doing the ‘thing’ with your pretty eyes, smiling at the sight of bakugou.

“can i get another kiss for an extra boost?”

and so he squints his eyes, “no, now go study or i’ll be the one giving you an extra boost to the window.”

wow, how romantic.

[lonesome--hunter]

Top 5 books

This is gonna sound so bad but I don't read enough actual books because my attention span is in the negative. When I do read it's usually a whump fic on here. And I'm still so behind. (PS if you all want to send me your recs for whump series so I can try to catch up soon)

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty series by Anne Rice under her erotica pen name A.N. Roquelaure. Highly recommend. Especially if you're into slavery, pet whump set in a fairy tale world. I'm pretty sure it was my bisexual awakening. It's so dreamy. I still need to read the fourth book in the series.

Pestilence. Technically I'm still reading this but omg there's such good lady whump in it. (Pestilence ties her wrists to his horse and forces her to walk behind him in Vancouver winter. It's a dark romance. I need to finish it before my Kindle unlimited trial runs out.

Shock Value: A Tasteful Book About Bad Taste by John Waters. John Waters taught me so much about myself and really has been a formative figure in my life. My first exposure to that kind of cult queer hero. He made it cool to be a weirdo. Watching Polyester for the first time and then seeing him speak live was a highlight of my life.

Goodreads says I read Captive Prince but I think it's lying. I also have a goldfish brain.

A Wolf at the Table by Augusten Burroughs. A memoir I could reread a million times even though it's super upsetting at times. I could read his writing forever. (Running with Scissors is about his life and a fantastic film btw.)

[gojoscloset]

“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”

Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨

60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”

WARNINGS: N S F W

Reposted from previous account

Smut obvs.

Breeding kink???? (if you squint)

Cream pie

Mentions of Pregnancy

No proofread??

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“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”

You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.

But Satoru was no idiot.

You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.

Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.

When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.

But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.

Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.

Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.

Don’t even get started on the names.

Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.

Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.

And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.

You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.

Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.

Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.

You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.

It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.

Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?

He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.

“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.

“I would wear these if they came in my size”

He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.

“Cmon lets g-“

You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.

“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.

——

The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.

‘Did I make it too obvious?’

‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’

‘Is it time to talk about it?’

—-

‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.

“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.

Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.

With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.

The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.

It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.

“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.

He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.

He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.

He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.

“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.

He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.

“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.

He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“

You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.

All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.

Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.

“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.

“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.

He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.

“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”

The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.

“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

He released you from your position and sat up straight.

“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”

His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.

“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.

“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.

There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.

“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.

“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“

“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.

The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.

A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “

His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.

“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”

Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.

“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.

“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.

“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.

“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”

“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”

He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.

“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”

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The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.

His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.

“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.

“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.

Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.

“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.

“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.

You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.

The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.

“You like to play dirty, hmm? “

“The only way I like to play…”

“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.

“That’s my good girl”

He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.

You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.

You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.

This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.

His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.

And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.

His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you

“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.

You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.

He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.

“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”

There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.

“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”

You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.

“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again

“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”

He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.

A very very long night.

[thran-duils]

alt storyline

Per a couple requests, this is the other chapter I had started writing for Lost in Zero Gravity. It would not have ended the story and just added to the angst. And like I said, I felt we were all deserving of some (bittersweet) happiness for an ending. 😘 It is not a complete chapter since I stopped writing (and it is more than 1,200 words like I said on the other chapter, whoops. Almost 1,600).

I am done writing the story but am willing to share this!

Tony had been acting more distant as the weeks passed. He had even let you go to a doctor appointment without him, much to your immense shock. That was the moment you knew for sure that something was up. Steve had looked stunned as well seeing you walk in alone and you did not miss the brief look of satisfaction when you told him Tony was busy. He was in good spirits, coercing you to go next door so he could at least buy you lunch. Daryl was there, so you accepted since he was going to be sitting with you. Afterward, Steve had offered you a ride home, but you turned him down, leaving with Daryl.

As time went on after that, Tony was staying away for longer spans of days and when he was there, he was standoffish. He slept in the bed, but he brushed off your advances more often than not, telling you he did not want to “tussle the baby”. You had tried to say sex was perfectly fine during pregnancy, but he was firm. The nights he was not there, the bed was cold, and you were lonely. You wondered where he was. To you, there were only two options: He was either reconciling with Alessia or he had found another.

You were in your seventh month, and you cradled your stomach, sitting on the patio in the setting sun. It was getting to be unbearably hot, and the pregnancy made it even worse. You had AC inside, but you wanted fresh air, even if it meant sweltering in the August heat. The sweating was doing nothing to help lift your mood either. You found yourself alone again and when you had texted Tony asking if he was going to come over, he had responded not tonight. You felt miserable for yourself, sniffling every so often.

He had voiced his opposition to the situation from the beginning. He would not touch your stomach and you feared that it was what was driving the wedge between the two of you. You were not the fun side piece anymore, you were pregnant. That was not sexy, especially not with another man’s child.

Maybe this would cause you to be free of Tony too.

And that thought made you scared. Birth was not far off and after that, then what? If Tony was moving on and Steve was off with his child and his wife, where did that leave you? The apartment would be gone soon. You had no money of your own since you had not been allowed to work ever since this arrangement came into motion. And Steve was not giving you the money you owed him, he was just writing off the debt. And how would you work that out with Tony on his end for what you owed him? What if Tatiana would not take you back? You had caused a lot of stress for her. And you were not sure you even wanted to go back to the escort business.

Tears stung your eyes. This is exactly why you had not wanted any of this in the first place.

Later in the night, you were sitting on the couch, staring at nothing, still lost to your intrusive thoughts. The console had long since turned off after inactivity and you were sitting there in silence, eyes watery.

Running your thumb over the screen of your phone, you held it tight, just begging yourself for the strength to not do what you were thinking.

But the loneliness got the better of you.

“Y/N? Is something wrong? It’s late,” Steve answered sounding worried.

“No... no nothing’s wrong. With the baby,” you said, sniffling.

“What’s going on?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, caressing your abdomen. What the hell were you doing?

“Nothing. I’m sorry for calling so late. Goodnight,” you told him quickly before hanging up.

He was calling you back instantly and you sighed heavily, clutching the phone. He knew something was wrong and he was not going to let it go. You answered him.

“Y/N?” He questioned when you did not answer straight away.

“I’m here,” you said quietly.

“What is going on?” he repeated more forcibly. You shrugged even though he could not see you. “Do you need something?”

Your vision blurred as tears stung your eyes, your heart tugging at how concerned he sounded. “I’m lonely,” you whispered pathetically as some tears escaped.

“Where’s Tony?”

“Not here,” you admitted tearfully. “Again.”

You heard Steve sigh from the other end of the phone.

“I hate being this person, but I did tell you, dove. He has the attention span of a goldfish. I’m honestly surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop the well of tears but it did not help. You sniffled again, wiping at your eyes.

“I know you did,” you whispered.

“You want me to come over?”

Your heart pounded. Was that what you wanted? Really? He was willing to do it, sounding eager too; he had not hid that undertone completely. You wanted company. You wanted touch. And he was the father... your mind flashed to your doctor appointments where he seemed to cherish touching your stomach, his face alight.

“Yes,” you said hoarsely.

<><><>

Steve got up quickly from bed, going to his closet to put some clothes on. He was grinning. That stupid bastard had done exactly what Steve had expected him to do and he had pushed Y/N right back to him. He knew Tony was going to get jealous the more he was faced with seeing Steve’s child growing and Tony was the poster child for self-destructive behavior. Steve had played the long game and it looked like it was paying off.

As he left the closet, he barely spared a glance at the empty side where Cecile’s clothes used to be.

<><><>

Steve walked into the apartment past you, and you closed the door behind him. His eyes were wandering over the layout. You were watching him closely, still disbelieving of yourself that you had allowed him to come over. His eyes landed on you again and he cracked a small smile. “Well, I will say, I was shocked to learn how close you were to Tony’s.”

“Me too.”

“Not your choice then?” Steve asked and you shook your head in confirmation. He made a small noise of acknowledgment before he moved further into the apartment, and you followed. Luna jumped up on one of the island barstools and meowed at him. He smirked, “Haven’t forgotten me then?” He reached out giving her a small scratch behind the ears.

“It’s certainly more Victorian than the last place. Not usually the taste I would think Tony would choose. He’s usually so sleek. But since it’s closer and he was keeping you away, seems well enough. It is a beautiful layout in a nice neighborhood. I’m glad he kept you safe in that way. And the little one, of course. Just making sure the both of you are doing alright and safe is what’s important.”

Steve turned to you when you didn’t respond and he saw you clenching your jaw, tears brimming. He exhaled softly, “Oh, dove.”

<><><>

Tony grabbed his slacks off the carpet and tugged them on over his boxer briefs.

“You’re not staying?” Yanira asked from behind him on the bed. She was still wrapped up in the sheets.

“No,” Tony chuckled, shooting her a look. “Did I stay last time?”

“No,” she answered him, looking slightly out off by his attitude. “But... I would like it if you would.”

She was pretty enough. He had slept with her once before and had gotten a whiff of desperation about her. After a couple other one-night stands, he had circled back, thinking the sex was worth the risk of her being potentially clingy. It had been good, but he was not going to do this a third time. Not with the way she was trying to get him to stay. The clingy feeling was not a potential anymore, it was a reality. It was not attractive and furthermore, a third time would indicate something serious, and he did not want to give off that vibe. This was strictly casual.

He was using a different escort service than Tatiana’s, not wanting to potentially order a girl who happened to know Y/N and would tell Elisha and then Elisha would tell Y/N. He did not want that mess. As soon as Y/N was done with this business with Steve, everything would go back to normal.

Tony snatched his dress shirt off the ground and threw it around his shoulders. “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go.”

He heard her sigh, and he rolled his eyes, his back to her. He buttoned up his shirt quickly and finished dressing himself. Snatching his cell phone off the side table, he froze seeing he had a missed call and a text from Wylan.

“Is Mr. Rogers supposed to be here? He said Y/N called him?”

Tony opened his phone to see if he had any missed texts from Y/N but there was nothing past when he had told her he was not coming tonight.

<><><>

Tony walked into the apartment and found Steve coming down the hallway.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tony snarled.

“I was coming for water,” Steve said in an eerily calm voice. “Can you keep it down? Y/N is finally sleeping.”

~~~

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[casifer-is-king]

Goldfish

PI!Frankie Pt. 2 (Private Investigator Frankie Morales Pt. 1)

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x fem!reader

Rating: M

Warnings: some language, sexual situations: dry humping and making out.

A/N: I can't get this these two out of my head so I just keep writing hah. It is cross posted on AO3 under my username BlondiMarie.

Frankie is bored out of his mind - watching some high up bank employee as he sits through some shady meeting - when his phone pings.

Pollito: Today's the day. At 3pm tonight I will officially be a divorced woman. And by 9pm I will hopefully already be drunk on celebratory drinks! Are you gonna come have a shot with me??

Sorry dulzura I have to work.

Pollito: Bank dude still? You must be slipping, Mr. Morales. You've been stalking that guy for weeks now.

Please don't call it stalking woman. It's surveillance. And I'll have you know I'm about to close this one.

Pollito: Oh I don't doubt you. You're the best investigator I know XD

Frankie shakes his head with a grin. The meeting he's been watching seems to be coming to a close, so he throws some money down for the coffee he'd ordered and walks out to his truck. He looks over the information he gathered from this most recent surveillance and knows that tonight is going to be the best night to follow up on it. He just wishes he could put it off. Spending the evening celebrating with you sounds like a much better time. Especially after everything you've gone through this past month with the divorce.

In the past few weeks, the texting between the two of you had been just as constant as ever, but you had added hanging out together to the mix as well. There had been one dinner so far, which you insisted on paying for, claiming you'd never pay him back if he paid. Then there had been a couple of times you went out for drinks, but Frankie did pay for those even through your complaints that you can pay for yourself.

It was all friendly, though. Not that Frankie didn't want to move on from friendly. He just didn't want to push that move too quickly. You were already stressed enough without him adding his own shit to the mix. So he goes on being the supportive friend, ignores his growing feelings and focuses on work.

And it's a plan that works well for him up until this night.

It's almost midnight when the next text from you comes through.

Pollito: where ar youuuuuu

I'm working Pollito.

Pollito: but yo should be here drikinh with me Fishyyyyyyyyy

Sometimes Frankie really wishes he hadn't told you about his Delta call sign, but he can't help but smile down at his phone as he waited for whatever you were typing now.

Pollito: I need a ride home :(

I thought you had it covered dulzura

Pollito: nuh hh. Come get me?

Frankie bites his lip and peeks up through his windshield. A man in a suit is walking up to the door Frankie has been watching for the past hour. One more glance at the slew of little sad faced begging emojis you had just sent and Frankie was out of his truck and closing the distance to his target with long strides.

Simultaneously hitting record on his phone and pressing a forearm into the target's chest, Frankie quickly takes control of the situation. “This is being recorded. Now I want you to tell me what you and your buddies are doing here tonight?” he asked in a tone that commands an answer.

“Get off me!” the man tried to push Frankie away, but ended up being pushed harder against the building behind him.

“You tell me what I want to know and you can go on your way. Now, what are you doing here tonight?”

“I will call the cops,” the guy made one last ditch attempt. His voice was weak, though, and didn't hold near the authority he had hoped for.

“That's not going to happen,” Frankie's growled out. He glared into the target's eyes for a moment, his teeth clenching. “What's going to happen is you're going to tell me exactly what you and your pals are doing in there. In as much detail as possible.”

“Ok! It's a skim operation!” The man finally gave in. He proceeded to give Frankie everything he needed without any additional prompting from the ex-special forces soldier.

When Frankie got everything he needed, he finally let up on the target, who immediately collapsed into himself. “See, that wasn't so hard,” Frankie said. “Thanks, man. I'm sure you'll be hearing from some people soon.”

Walking away, Frankie looks down to his phone. It's been 15 minutes since your last text.

I'm on my way bonita.

〰️〰️〰️

You know that you're well past drunk when you find yourself singing Total Eclipse of the Heart at a karaoke bar, surrounded by your best friends. Said friends are just as drunk as you are after too many rounds of sickly sweet shots.

You saw him as soon as he strode into the bar. He was wearing his usual baseball cap, but tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket over a tee shirt that stretched deliciously over his chest. You locked eyes with him from the stage, then followed his broad form as he made his way to the bar. With a beer in hand, he watches you sing with a warm look in his chocolate eyes.

As soon as the song is over, you're off the stage and by his side. With a huge smile you throw your arms over his shoulders and he stoops to wrap his arms around you in return.

“I'm so glad you came, Fishy!” You yell directly into Frankie's ear.

“You look like you're having enough fun without me, Pollito. And stop calling me that” Frankie retorts, pulling away with a faux glare.

“I'll stop calling you that when you stop calling me a chicken!”

Frankie laughs outright, showing off the adorable dimple in his cheek. “I promise it's just a nickname. It's not meant to be offensive.”

You glare up at the taller man, fingers still holding onto the plush leather of his coat. He only smiles down at you, though, with a fond look in his dark eyes. “Have a shot with me!” You finally demand. “We are celebrating the fact that I'm a free woman, remember?”

Frankie indulges you with a smile as you grasp one of his large hands in yours and turn him back toward the bar. He doesn't pull away, so you take that as a good sign and lightly run your thumb down the prominent vein running down the back of said hand.

Ever since the night Frankie came and kicked your ex out for good, he had been tip-toeing around you. You were more than certain that the man felt the same about you as you did him, but he hadn't made any move to go any farther than the dinner date you took him on. But every time he'd peek the tip of his tongue out when he concentrated on something you wanted to kiss him. And whenever he'd wrap his arms around you and pull you into a friendly hug, you wanted to push him against the nearest surface and leave marks across his neck. Not to mention all the little things, like watching him drive and yearning to grab his hand in yours. Or even just sitting next to him on the couch and wishing he'd pull you closer so you could just bask in his warm existence.

But, ever the gentleman, Frankie does none of those things. He texts you all day, spends time with you when he's not busy, and lets you vent to him endlessly about your divorce. And so maybe that's where the issue lies: you were technically still a married woman and Frankie is just the kind of gentleman who wouldn't make a move on a married woman? Regardless of how separated she was from her husband.

Marriage isn't an issue anymore, though, you think happily as you and Frankie down your shots of Jameson and it's subsequent pickleback in two smooth steps. Because this was your celebration as a newly single woman! You just had to make sure Frankie was aware of this as well.

Your little Frankie bubble was invaded as your friends squish up to the bar beside you. “Oh, look who made it right as we are leaving!”

“Hello, Erin. I see you two have been taking care of her,” Frankie nods toward you with a mildly facetious smile.

“Only the best divorce party for our best friend!” Ashley cheers, sloppily throwing her arms around your neck. “But our Uber is here, so it's time to pack it up.”

You can almost feel Frankie's eyes squinting at you as you turn to your friends. Oops. So maybe you had exaggerated just a little bit to convince Frankie to show up tonight. But it was worth it now that he was here. “Actually, Frankie's gonna take me home.”

Erin and Ashley exchange looks and you know, even in your drunken daze, that is time to usher them out to their waiting ride. “Come on, loves, your car won't wait forever.”

After long winded goodbyes, multiple hugs and some empty promises from Ashley that you would all get lunch the next day, you finally packed your friends into their Uber.

“Ready to go, too, cariño?” Frankie asked, looking down into your eyes.

Your head tilted to the side. This was a pet name he had not called you before. You are about to ask about it, but suddenly his large hand is covering the span of your lower back and warmth is radiating from that spot straight into your belly. With a dreamy nod, you allow Frankie to lead you across the lot to his truck. He gently lifts you into the passenger seat and his full torso covers you momentarily as he leans across to buckle you in securely.

You're struck, in this moment, by the realization of how broad this man's shoulders are. Of course, it's not something that you can miss; but in this moment, warmed by his body covering yours, he seems broader than ever. Shoulders leading to strong arms, ending with those hands. It was obvious that Frankie was accustomed to working with his hands, with long, thick fingers calloused from engine work and handling guns. But it's the little things about Frankie's hands that always captured your attention. The way they twitched when he was feeling anxious, always looking for the first thing he could to occupy them. He'd caress the table beneath his fingers, following every groove over and over again. Or when he tapped along to the music on the radio as he drove and his fingers would flex, showing off all of his tendons.

You're brought out of your thoughts when one of those fingers reaches up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. He's still close. Close enough that it wouldn't take much effort to just lean forward and place your lips on his.

But in the next instant he's retreating, shooting you a wink as he closes the door and jogs over to the drivers side.

“Did you get the guy?” You asked once Frankie had pulled away from the bar. “The one you've been watching.”

“Of course I did,” he drawls. “I'm the best, remember?”

“I am certain that's not what I said,” you laughed.

“That's what I remember you saying.”

You laugh at him, enjoying how his deep laugh harmonizes with yours, enjoying the moment with him. You wish you could drag this moment on, you think blearily. But soon enough he's parked outside your new condo and gently helping you up to your front door.

“Stay,” you whisper as Frankie fights to get your door unlocked while also dealing with you draped all over him. He grunts, just a general signal that he heard you speak, but he doesn't answer your request.

He's depositing you onto your couch when you say it again, more forceful, “Frankie. Stay with me.” You're grasping at the sleeve of his coat, both hands attempting to pull him down with you.

Frankie freezes, suddenly a statue in the middle of your living room. Seeing that you aren't going to be able to make the man budge by pulling him down, you relent your grip and move on to pouting up at him.

“Not a good idea, cariño. Not tonight and not like this.” He sounds just a little bit regretful. So you latch onto that and double down on the pouting.

“I want you to Frankie. Want you to stay here and kiss me and touch me with your pretty hands.”

Frankie groans in a way that makes you feel like you've won, but instead he takes a full step back and pulls off his hat to run his hands through his hair. The curls are messy, but they look so soft and you want to touch them desperately.

The next thing you know, you're standing in front of him and Frankie's hands are curled gently around your wrists as he's pushing you back at arm's length. “Dulzura, it is time for you to go to bed.”

You frown and whine, “don't wanna go to bed.”

“Goodnight, cariño,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep under your warm blankets.

Frankie 🐟: The guys are doing an early bbq then the fight is tonight.

You pick up your phone to read the text as it pings a second time.

Frankie 🐟: You're still coming right??

Of course! What time should I be ready?

Frankie 🐟: I'll be there around 3.

Sounds good. See you then!

Frankie is there at 2:47pm. It's the first time you've seen him since the day of your divorce just a week ago. You aren't exactly ready, but he only stands around impatiently for 10 minutes before you are finally out the door. The drive is across town, and 20 minutes later Frankie is pulling up to a nice little house in an equally nice neighborhood.

Frankie walks into the house without knocking, leading you through to the back door. In the back yard a group of guys are standing around a grill, two of them with beers in their hands and one with a water bottle.

“Hey! Look who finally made it!” One of the guys calls out as he sees you and Frankie approaching. A wide smile graces his handsome features.

“Hey guys,” Frankie greets, “Sorry we're late. Someone wasn't ready when they said they'd be.” Frankie ignores your huff in liew of introducing you to his friends.

You shake each man's hand, trying to match faces to names you already know: Santiago with his dark eyes, stubbled jaw and curly hair; Benny is the one with the wide smile and crystal blue eyes; and Will who's eyes match Benny's, but who has blonde hair and a beard that enhances his chiseled jawline perfectly.

“I've heard so much about you all.” It's a cliché line, but it's the truth. Frankie talks about these guys more often than he talks about himself.

“Want a beer, dulzura?” Frankie asks. When you nod he turns back to the house.

“So we finally get to meet Frankie's new best friend,” Santiago turns to you with a smile. “You and Catfish have known each other…. How long now?”

“One month, two weeks and four days,” Will pipes up from your left.

Before you can even comment on the absurdity of him just knowing that, Santiago is already going on. “Exactly! And we are only just now meeting you?! It seems a shame that Cat would keep such a niña bonita from us!”

“You know how possessive Fish can be, Pope,” Benny cuts in. “I'm surprised he didn't wait another one month, two weeks and however many days.”

The guys laugh and you join in, though yours is definitely more confused than anything. “I don't think that's it,” you reply. “Just timing hasn't matched up, ya know? But I'm glad things worked out tonight. I'm excited to see your fight, Benny. Frankie talks a lot about y'alls training.”

Frankie appears by your side again, handing you your beer bottle and casually draping an arm over your shoulders. “Ben's gonna do great tonight. He's put in a lot of work for this one and he's gonna leave that ring the champ.”

“I always leave the ring a champion,” Benny puffs up.

“Except when you get the shit kicked out of you,” Santiago says, feinting a jab to Benny's torso which leads to Benny grabbing Santiago in a headlock.

Will gives an exasperated eye roll and he and Frankie begin to drift over to the smoking grill in tandem, you being pulled along with them from under Frankie's arm. “You really thinking he's got this one?” Will asks as he opens the grill to check on the food inside.

“No doubt. He really has put the work in, and we've been working on taking advantage of Thompson’s weaknesses. Benny's the better fighter between the two anyway, so this one is a no brainer,” Frankie replies with confidence.

Will seems convinced by this and nods. “Good. He needs this win.”

They leave it at that as Benny and Santiago make their way over, still pushing at each other and laughing.

“Ok, save it for the ring, brother,” Will says to Benny. “Foods done, let's eat.”

〰️〰️〰️

Frankie downs the rest of his beer and peeks over at your own bottle. Seeing that it's nearly empty as well, he leans in and interrupts your conversation with Will by whispering in your ear, “another drink?”

You turn to him with a sweet little smile and a nod before turning right back to listening to whatever Will was telling you.

Standing and walking into the kitchen, Frankie can't help but feel happy seeing how well you're dealing with his best friends. Brothers, really, after everything the four of them had been through. Which is just another reason for Frankie to smile, knowing that the guys are going out of their way to make you feel comfortable.

Opening the fridge and grabbing two more bottles, Frankie hears the soft padding of footsteps and raises his chin to see that Benny has followed him. He steps back and let's the younger man grab a water bottle and a beer.

“So, you tappin’ that yet?” Benny asks with a salacious wiggle of his brows.

Frankie rolls his eyes at his friend's crudeness. "Come on, man, she just got divorced."

"Ok, but if that wasn't an issue?" Benny pushes.

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't know if she'd even want that."

“But you are into her?"

"Of course I am, Benny!"

"Well, don't wait too long, brother. Don't let her slip through your fingers."

〰️〰️〰️

In the living room you are left with Santiago and Will. Santiago takes the opportunity of having Frankie out of the room and turns to you. “So, has Fish been treating you well?”

You're confused by the question, but answer, “of course. He's a really good friend.” You smile as you lower your head.

“But I'm sensing you're maybe interested in more than that?” Santiago pushes.

“Um, well, I'm just kinda going with the flow. He's just kinda been there for me through a whole shit storm,” you explain.

“Well one of you is gonna have to make a move at some point.”

Before you can deny anything, Will comes to your defense. “Come on, Pope. This isn't an interrogation here.” You smile at the man appreciatively, but then he ads: “anyway, we both know Frankie is gonna take his time making any moves."

The conversation is cut short when Benny saunters back into the room, presenting you with another beer in a flourish.

“Do you do any fishing?” Santiago changes the topic swiftly.

“Not at all,” you laugh.

“Don't like fish?”

"More like fish don't like me. I had a goldfish once, but it died pretty much as soon as I got it home."

“How do you murder a goldfish?” Benny asks, looking your way incredulously.

“I don't know! I did everything the guy at the store told me to do.”

“Well, lucky for you, it's ok if the ones you catch die, goldfish killer,” Benny jokes. “The goal is to eat them anyway.”

“I don't know. I have zero experience with fishing,” you protest.

“Don't you worry, we will teach you everything there is to know,” Benny says with a wink. “I hear catfish are pretty easy to catch.”

Santiago snickers and you see Will try to hide a smirk.

“Is that what you guys usually fish for?” You ask, trying to gain some context for the comment and following reaction.

“No, darlin’, it's not,” Will answers, his smirk evolving into a smile. “But we will be happy to have you come with us whenever you want to tag along.”

“Where are you guys trying to take her, hermano?” Frankie asks as he re-enters the living room. You notice that his lips are turned down slightly and his brows are pinched, creating that worry line between them that he sometimes gets when he's thinking too hard about a case.

“Just offering to teach the goldfish killer how to do some real fishing.” Benny's smile is wide and definitely leaning away from innocent.

“It was literally just one goldfish,” you mumble.”It's not like I'm some mass goldfish murder.”

Frankie pats your shoulder as he takes his seat beside you, “of course not, cariño. I know you'd never purposely hurt a fish.” His tone was only mildly sarcastic, so you let him off with a glare.

“Well you might have to break that rule once we get out to the lake with a hook in the water, but I think you'll manage just fine,” Benny laughs. “Here, put your number in my phone!”

Benny's phone is slapped into your palm, so you have no choice but to comply with his request. He also grabs for your phone and unlocks it to immediately start adding his contact info in return. Only seconds after you have swapped phones back, your own phone alerts you to a message. Opening the screen you note that you have now been added to a group message labeled “Operation Teach Goldfish To Reel In A Big Catch”. You see Frankie listed in the chat, as well as two other phone numbers that are not saved in your contacts.

“Kinda long for a chat name, don't ya think?” You comment, raising one brow toward the younger Miller brother.

“It's a working title,” Benny laughs out loud. “Now let's get going, guys. I have a fight to win!”

There were only a few people there when you got to the venue where the fights were being held. You go back and watch Benny warm up, surprised that the goofy guy from back at the barbecue has now turned deathly serious. He's definitely in his element here. Frankie and Will offer some pointers and words of encouragement until it's time for him to go change.

“I'm gonna go get our seats,” Frankie says as you all file out towards the changing room.

“You're not gonna walk out with me?” Benny sounds suddenly anxious.

“I don't wanna leave her alone, hermano,” Frankie explains, gesturing toward you.

Benny's brows pinch together and his frown deepens.

“I can go save the seats myself,” you assure with a smile at both men.

“Are you sure, cariño?” Frankie looks mildly worried, but he's also glancing back to Benny, clearly at a loss for what to do.

“Of course! You guys do your manly ritual stuff and I'll be out there when you get done.” Turning toward Benny you give him a bright smile, “good luck out there!”

The smile Benny gives in return is full of relief and appreciation. “Thanks, Goldfish.”

“That's… You didn't forget my name already, did you?” You ask hesitantly.

Benny laughs outright at that. “Of course not, sweetheart. But Goldfish Killer is too long to say every time.”

With a huff and an eye roll you try to hide the smile that's creeping into your face. “Ok, asshole. You go focus on not getting knocked out in the ring.”

“Not a chance of that happening,” he retorts with a wink before turning to go into the changing room.

Frankie turns to you once more. “You sure you'll be ok out there?” He asks once more.

“I'm positive, Morales. You go make sure Benny is ready to win this thing.”

Frankie smiles down at you with a soft look in his eyes. “Kay. I'll see you out there soon.”

People are starting to trickle in as you enter the arena and scope out for the seats Frankie had mentioned earlier where they usually sat. They are in the front row and still open, so you make sure to stake your claim on four seats and sit down to wait.

You're scrolling through social media when a shadow falls over you. You look up and see a man standing next to you, waiting to catch your attention. “Hey, are these seats taken?” He asks.

“No, those ones are free. I just have these ones on my left,” you smile politely.

“Thanks,” the guy smiles back before taking the seat next to you. You focus back on your scrolling for a moment before the guy speaks again. “Should be a good fight tonight, huh?”

Looking back up, you see the stranger is still addressing you. “Yeah, I'm sure it will be,” you respond.

“Who are you betting on?” He asks.

“Ben Miller,” you answer without a thought.

“Really? Ok,” the guy laughs.”I'm Nick, by the way.”

You give him your name in return and, with mild reluctance, allow him to engage you in a conversation.

It's 20 minutes before the lights dim and loud music starts pouring out of the speakers. You turn to focus on what's happening, but Nick leans closer to say something else. In that moment, you feel Frankie settle into the chair to your left, his arm automatically falling across your shoulders and he's pulling you toward him.

“Hey, sweetheart. Sorry that took so long.” Frankie's voice is deep, but usually it's a soft gravely sound that drapes over you like a warm, wool blanket. In this moment, though, his voice has turned stentorian. It's so clear, even over all the background noise, that you are sure Nick has heard every word without issue.

To prove that point, the stranger immediately backs off.

You smile up at Frankie thankfully as Santiago and Will make their way over, passing beers to you and Frankie. He takes his beer in his left hand and keeps his right arm firmly around your shoulders. Accepting that he wasn't going to move any time soon, you subtly lean toward him and focus on the fight that's starting in the ring.

As the second fight begins and the announcer introduces Benny, the solid arm moves from your shoulders and Frankie's hand drops to your thigh. The weight of that hand causes your stomach to flutter as he gives one squeeze of his strong fingers.

You glance over to the owner of the warm hand and see that he is leaning over Santiago, listening to something Will is saying.

You take the opportunity and bring your hand up as well. You allow yourself to touch the denim of his jeans, feeling along the solid span of his thigh, moving inward until the tips of your fingers are touching the inner seam of them.

His hand squeezes your thigh again, this time just a hint harder. Not a warning to stop; probably not even something he meant to do, you realize after peeking up at his face through your lashes. Frankie is straight faced, appearing to be watching as Benny gains the upper hand early on his opponent. But his eyes flicker down to your quickly every few seconds, and each time you catch him you move your hand just a little farther up his leg.

〰️〰️〰️

Frankie's arm is around you again, but this time he has you pulled firmly into his side as he leads you down the hallway. The announcer had barely finished announcing Benny as the winner before he had grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the arena. With one sharp turn he leads you through one of the doors along the hall and has you backed against it in one swift motion.

“I've been waiting to kiss you for so long,” he growls into your neck.

“So why haven't you already?” You counter. And that's all it takes for Frankie's lips to come crashing down on yours.

It's a rough meeting of mouths, both of you having lost all patients after weeks of waiting for this. His mustache tickles you and you giggle a bit at the sensation of his facial hair as well as the euphoria of finally kissing this man after dreaming about it for so long. He takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and you eagerly accept.

The kiss has melted into a deep exploration of each other's mouths while his hands find their way up your sides. Those hands cover your ribcage, up just below the swell of your breasts; he caresses the very bottom of them with just his thumbs before both hands continue toward your back. He traces fingertips down each vertebrae of your spine until he reaches your ass and firmly takes a handful of each cheek.

This action causes you to be pulled closer to his body and it's that moment that you realize he has slotted his leg between your thighs. The friction causes you to gasp and your head falls back against the door. Frankie takes this opportunity to begin exploring your exposed neck, mapping out all the places that make you moan and squirm on his thigh.

You move your hands up to push your fingers through his curly hair, knocking his hat off in the process. As his mouth meets the juncture of your neck and shoulder, electricity flashes up your spine and you grip a handful of his hair in one of your fists. The pull on his scalp rips a moan from deep in his chest and he jerks his hips into yours. With this added closeness, you can clearly feel his excitement pressing into your hip.

You drag a hand slowly down Frankie's body, feeling all the firm muscle of his shoulder and pecs, traveling further down his stomach until you reach the edge of his tee shirt. His mouth has migrated toward the other side of your neck as you push your hand up under the bottom of his shirt, fingers dancing across skin covered in a speckling of hair, following the trail down to his belt and…

Suddenly both of your phones are vibrating at the same time. You squeak loudly as you feel his phone through the pocket of the leg he has firmly pressed into your center.

“Fucking shit,” Frankie curses, stepping away from you and reaching into his jeans for the phone. “Fucking assholes,” he curses again, turning the phone to show you that Santiago is calling him.

You fall back onto the door and retrieve your own phone with shaking hands. It's Benny calling you, which you allow Frankie to see with a shake of your head and sardonic smile. He huffs out a deep breath and ignores the call.

“Guess we better find them,” Frankie sighs, running a hand over his kiss-swollen lips.

“Yeah, we should do that,” you agree, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to tame it. Once you both have composed yourselves to the best of your abilities, you allow Frankie to open the door and lead you out with a hand low on your back.

Immediately you hear Benny's voice hollering from down the hall, “Well well well, there they are.”

You feel your whole body cringe before turning toward the rowdy voice, knowing full well your face is flaming red from both embarrassment and where Frankie's stubble had rubbed your skin sensitive.

“And where have you been?” Benny questions as the three men approach.

“Around,” Frankie answers, barely nonchalant.

Benny laughs loudly, but Will expertly leads him continuously down the hall. Though not without throwing you and Frankie a knowing smile.

“Did you lose your hat while you were “around” exploring random storage rooms?” Santiago inquires with a leer as he also sweeps past the two of you, following the Miller brothers.

Frankie's hand shoots to his head and he runs his fingers through uncontained hair. He curses under his breath then turns to hastily swoop his hat from the floor and place it back on his head.

When he stands back to his full height, he pauses a moment to gaze at you. The corners of his eyes crinkle into a smile as your eyes meet his and in an instant he's leaning down to deliver a soft, quick kiss to your lips. “We better catch up or we'll never hear the end of it,” he comments.

The three men are standing around outside the doors when Frankie finally escorts you out. Benny wastes no time pulling you into their conversation. “Bar? I need a drink after that win!”

You turn to look up at the man beside you, your eyes meeting is chocolate ones instantly. The two of you have a moment of silent communication before Frankie turns to his friends. “I think we'll skip the bar tonight, hermano. You guys have fun though.”

“Oh, you hear that, gentlemen? Frankie and Goldie are gonna skip the bar,” Santiago says satirically.

“Oh, we heard, brother,” Will affirms in a matching, though more subdued tone.

“Yeah yeah, ok,” Frankie interrupts the banter. “Come on, cariño, let's go before these comedians get too deep in their skit.”

The guys laugh and start their rounds of manly goodbyes.

You turn to Benny when he's stepped back from Frankie's hug. “Great job tonight. Congrats on that win,” you smile up at him.

The beaming man instantly pounced to sweep you into a hug. “Glad we finally got to meet you, Goldfish.”

“You're not gonna give that up, are you?” You glare good-naturedly.

“I've already changed your name in my phone. Can't go back now.”

You sigh half heartedly and return Benny's hug. “It was nice to finally meet you too,” you pull away with a sincere smile.

Back on the ground you get a side hug from Santiago and Will offers a friendly nod and a smile. Then, with one last wave, Frankie grabs your hand and leads you to his truck. After each of you are buckled in, he turns to you with hesitant eyes.

“So….” he doesn't hold eye contact for long, quickly tipping his head forward to hide behind the bill of his hat.

You smile at how cute he is, here in this moment. A distinct difference from the man who had you crowded against a door and rubbing yourself all over his thigh not even 15 minutes ago.

“So, I have this new condo full of brand new furniture, if you wanna check it out,” you suggest.

“Sounds perfect to me,” Frankie agrees, reaching over to grab your hand as he sets off toward your house.

✨✨Three✨✨