#hope you're doing well too lola

[xelasrecords]

Hey Xela! 🌸🩷 *Plonks myself next to you*. So I know I have to catch up on your posts (and fic!!) about our fav, Harry, BUT--

I've been thinking (dangerous), and as someone I consider to be very resourceful when it comes to Korean, may I ask -- Is there anything Harry does that would be considered rude in Korea that doesn't translate over to English? I'm thinking like how he address people, maybe? I mean, I know our man has ZERO manners but I'm just curious as to how far he takes it 😅

One thing I noticed in the early days is he never really cared to ask if we had eaten. If he does, he doesn't mind if we say we didn't eat at all. It always makes me think of the Mysme gang -- the ~HORROR~ that would coarse through Zen at the mere mention of not eating!!

Also ily ily ily hope you're doing well ily

Off the top of my head, Harry addresses the Big Guy as "hey, you" instead of his name/title. He calls his personal shopper "noona" (used to call women older than you if you're a guy) but I think their relationship is unique since the shopper is also yelling at him informally all the time LOL. Missgurl is stressed. And maybe he gives her more respect than Big Guy. Who knows what goes on in his head. One of the polite ways to address people who work for you is like how Jumin addresses Jaehee as Assistant Kang.

As you said, Harry doesn't ask whether we have eaten and doesn't care if we haven't, doesn't say good morning and good night (when he does it's curt or forced by Piu-Piu), hangs up calls without a closing salutation, and his speech style with us is very casual from the get-go. You don't do these with people you just know.

His public persona naturally has top-notch manners when he's not running away. Most strangers get none of the bullshit he gives us.

I'm trying to find more differences but honestly he's just rude in all languages😭

[ambivartence]

hi siyuan :3 how have you been? 🎧🎵🎤 for the ask game?

HI LOLA <3333 im doing great! I was a lil (very) busy this past weekend so i'm finally getting back to answering this! sorry for the delay;;

🎧 put one of my kpop playlists on shuffle and share the first song that plays

Cry Baby by tripleS - i'm so obsessed w their recent album!!!! i've been listening to it non-stop since it came out last week 🥰

🎵 recommend a song based on your vibe/blog

Turbulence by ateez - one of my all time favorite atz songs because even the first time i listened to it, i already felt that it sounded very familiar to me though I had never heard it before. It's a comfort song the same way you've always been such a comfort person to me!! <3

🎤 tell you a song I wasn’t into at first, but now love

Trigger the fever by nct dream never really caught my attention until i saw them perform it in-person at their concert earlier this year and the energy of their live performance really brought the song to life 🤩 i will never forget that moment in the concert, and this song will always remind me of how it felt to be there with them^^

> kpop emoji ask game <

[lixzey]

Bf!Luke Castellan x Filipina child of Aphrodite!reader please? I haven't seen any of Filipina readers so I'm begging on my knees 🥺

In which she misses home terribly and decides to cook some of her fave food (preferably sinigang, adobo, or like something else! you can do some research, if you'd like 🫶🏻)

And she makes Luke try it! But he's so whiny bcs he hasn't even heard of the dish's name.

Anywaaay, I loved lovelorn!!! Waiting for the next update like 👀 Your writing is just so 🤌🏻 chef's kiss!!

late night cravings

summary: you miss home terribly, so you decide to cook your favorite ulam

warnings: filipina!reader x luke castellan! they're both 19 (set before tlt), they're like on vacation (luke and reader have an apartment in the east village, courtesy of reader’s dad who’s a filipino actor) away from camp duties for a while, swearing (both filipino and english), luke is a picky ass eater, making out, kinda suggestive content

a/n: i got so excited with this 😭 i'm a filipina and an aphrodite kid, so this was so fun to write! I hope you like it!

“What on earth are you cooking?” Luke asks, leaning against the kitchen door frame of the apartment the two of you own. “I woke up to the smell of that.” 

You immediately whip your head around to see your boyfriend, half naked and disheveled from sleep. “Well, hello to you too, sunshine,” You chuckle, blowing strands of your hair away from your face. 

“It's the middle of the night, princess, and you're cooking something that smells like vomit.” Luke grumbles as he makes his way towards you, still bleary eyed as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“I just missed home,” You giggle, reaching to grab the tongs to flip over the daing na bangus so it doesn’t burn. “Something wrong, baby?”

“Yeah, it smells like shit.” Luke complains, burying his face in your neck. “It’s stinking up the whole place.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” You chuckle, placing the tongs down on a plate, escaping Luke’s grasp and making your way to the kitchen island, leaning against it. “It’s good, I promise.”

Luke stares at the pan. “I am not eating that thing.” He then turns to you, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Where’s the mac and cheese?”

“It’s just milkfish, dummy.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s refusal to eat anything other than mac and cheese. “Also, you finished the last box of mac hours ago, remember?”

“Ramen?” Luke asks, hopeful that there’s still some left other than the fish that’s stinking up the whole apartment.

When you shook your head, literal fear crept onto his handsome face. “Anything else?” He asks, his voice cracking like a teenaged boy going through puberty for the first time, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

“There’s nothing left, you’ve finished everything.” You say through fits of laughter at your boyfriend’s food crisis. “Guess you’ll have to deal with the food I’m gonna cook.”

Luke’s eyes comically widen, like one of those cartoon characters you’ve watched when you were a kid. “There’s more?”

“Yeah,” You nod, jerking your head to the refrigerator littered with lots of printed photos of the dates you and Luke went on over the years you’ve been together. “I marinated some pork for adobo.”

“Ado-what?”

“Adobo, it’s a Filipino staple.” You answer with a chuckle. “It’s pork marinated in vinegar, soy sauce, and some garlic. I added some peppercorns too. My lola used to cook it for me when I was a kid.”

Luke makes his way to you, his large hands creeping onto your waist, lifting you up onto the counter. “As much as you love it, princess, I’m not eating any of it.”

“And why not?” You scoff, raising a brow at him.

“I don’t like it, that’s why.” Luke insists, kissing your forehead. “I’m gonna go and get some real food.”

You sigh, annoyed by your boyfriend’s pickiness in food. For as long as you’ve known him, he’s been choosing what he eats like a child. It was always mac and cheese, chicken, pizza, and burgers. It was a struggle to feed him, honestly. Since he won’t eat anything apart from what he’s used to. Luke was lucky that the dryads serve mac almost with every meal—which is mostly for the kids or a side dish. You’ve tried to incorporate vegetables in his meals but somehow he always notices. It was infuriating, to the point that you just wanted to shove a broccoli floret down his throat.

All of a sudden, the smell of burning infiltrates your sense of smell, triggering the fire alarms simultaneously.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You frantically mutter, jumping off the kitchen island and running to the burning bangus on the stove. You grab the pan, forgetting it was on the fire for minutes on end. “Putangina!” You swear, abruptly pulling your hand off the pan’s handle.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, here,” Luke grabs the pan with oven mitts, placing it on the counter.

You sigh as you stare at the burnt fish, hearing the pan hiss against the cold surface.

Luke, being the best boyfriend that he is, pulls you in a tight hug, his body heat engulfing you. “It’s okay, princess. It was an accident.”

“I’ve been craving that,” You mumble against his chest. “Stupid fire.”

“You still have the first one you cooked,” Luke points out. “That’s gotta count for something, right?”

You raise your head, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I guess.” you mumble, lower lip out in a pout.

“Don’t be sad over a burnt fish, alright?”

You glare at him, pinching his side. “It was a tasty fish.”

“Geez, princess,” Luke scowls playfully. “A fish is more important than me?”

“Shut up,” You hiss, rolling your eyes. “I paid five bucks for that.”

Luke raises a brow at you. “When did you even get time to get them?”

“You sleep like a lamb, baby,” You chuckle, turning to walk to the refrigerator. “I went to a Filipino store.”

“There’s one in New York?” Luke asks, brows furrowed in confusion. “I thought you said there weren’t any?”

“That was years ago, dummy.” You snort, grabbing the refrigerator handle, opening it. “Anyway, look what I got.”

An array of Filipino snacks filled the middle shelf of the fridge. You had gone all out. It wasn’t often that you splurge on food, but when a craving hits, it hits.

There were some Choco Mallows—chocolate covered marshmallows—your favorite treat as a child that your lola always bought for you. A jar of ube macapuno that you hated as a child but learned to love just recently. Some dried mangoes, pastillas, a jar of wafer sticks—stik o—a slice of brazo de mercedes, and many more.

“How the hell are you even gonna finish all of that?”

You shake your head, smirking. “You and I are gonna eat each and every item that I bought.”

Luke scowls, folding his toned arms over his chest. “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t give me that shit, Castellan,” You say, placing your hands on your hips. “You are going to eat whatever I serve you.”

Luke pouts, pairing it off with puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“Nope.”

“That smells like vomit,” Luke complains as you seared the marinated pork for adobo. “And it looks like it too!”

“Quit it,” You say with a murderous glare. “Don’t yap at it until you’ve tasted it.”

“I think I’m going to puke all my guts out,” Luke gags, making his way to the sink.

“For the love of the gods,” You groan, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his childishness. It was just food, and he’s whining about it like there’s no tomorrow.

You turn your attention away from your picky eater of a boyfriend and back to the pan with the pork searing brown nicely. You then grab the remaining liquid from the marinade—which was not much, which it would have to do—pouring it in, causing the pan to hiss at the difference in temperature. You turn the stove down to medium high heat, before leaving it to simmer.

Much to Luke’s misery.

“You aren’t covering it?” Luke asks incredulously. “It’s smelling the place worse than the fish did!”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, Luke.” You sigh, grabbing a pouch of dried mangoes before taking a seat on one of the bar stools over the kitchen island. “It’s gonna taste good, I promise.”

“Ugh,” Luke wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Gag me.”

“Nah, you’d like it too much.” You giggle, popping a slice of dried mango in your mouth.

Luke scoffs playfully. “Damn right I will, princess.”

“Then stop whining,”

“You love me,” Luke grins as he walks towards you, capturing your lips in his, his hand cupping your face.

You hum as your lips mold with his, your shoulders relaxing as he kisses you.

You pull away from the kiss, pushing him slightly. “You’re distracting me, Castellan,” you sigh dreamily, a soft blush covering your cheeks as your boyfriend looks at you like you’re the only thing in this world.

Luke leans in, his lips brushing against your lips as he trails towards your ear. “Is it working?” he whispers, his breath hot on your skin.

“Luke,” You murmur, placing your hand on his chest. “Stop, I don’t want to burn the adobo.”

Luke chuckles, his fingers tangling with the ends of your hair. “Alright, but later?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “If you promise to taste the adobo and bangus,” You smirk at him, pushing him slightly away from your body as you stand up. “Maybe I’ll let it happen, you know? On this counter.”

“Do I really have to?”

“If you want to bend me over this counter, yes.”

Luke sighs as he reluctantly nods. “Fine, I’ll taste them.”

“That’s a good boy,” You coo, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Go and sit,” you jerk your head towards the bar stool you just stood up from. “It’ll be ready in a few.”

Luke obliges, sitting on the stool with his arms crossed over the other. He grins at you, a mischievous look you know oh so well in his beautiful browns. 

Luke was teasing you, the little shit.

You chuckle, shaking your head, before turning to make your way to the stove, swaying your hips as you did—earning a small grunt from Luke behind you.

As you check up on the adobo, you see that almost half of the liquids have evaporated, leaving you with a slightly oily adobo—just the way you liked it. You turned down the heat, grabbing a fork from the silverware drawer to check if the pork was tender.

You poke the fork through the meat effortlessly, making you smile. The perfect adobo.

You quickly grab a plate and load it up with the delicious ulam you’ve grown up with, hoping Luke would appreciate it as much as you did.

“Here it is,” You excitedly announce, serving the adobo with a spoon and fork in front of him with a proud smile etched on your lips. “It’s better with rice, but it’s good on its own too.”

Luke stares at the meat in front of him, as if the adobo was going to attack him if he wasn’t vigilant enough. “Is it supposed to look like that?”

You raise a brow at him. “Like what?”

“Like it’s burnt,”

You sigh, taking a seat beside him. “It’s supposed to look like that, but it isn’t burnt. It’s because of the searing, plus the soy sauce the pork has already absorbed.” You grab the utensils, shoveling a healthy amount of meat and sauce on the spoon using the fork. “Open wide, baby!”

Luke shook his head. “I think I’m okay.”

“Luke,” You growl, raising the adobo filled spoon up to his mouth. “Open your fucking mouth before I shove this spoon down your throat forcibly.”

Luke raises his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright, geez,” he chuckles, opening his mouth up. “Be gentle with me, princess.”

You glare at him before pushing the spoon inside of his mouth. “If you spit that out, you’re sleeping on the damn floor.”

Luke chews the contents of his mouth, his eyes widening. “Fuck, this is good!” He grins as he pulls the plate in front of him and immediately takes another spoonful. “Mhmm, that hits the spot!” Luke says through a mouth full of the savory pork dish you cooked. 

“Good, baby?” You giggle, reaching to grab the fork from him to get a bite of your masterpiece. “Don’t finish it all, save some for me!”

“Losers, weepeers, baby,” Luke mumbles through bites. “You sure you didn’t use any love magic on this?”

You recoil, slapping his arm playfully. “I did not use gayuma, Castellan.” 

“Gayuma?”

“It’s love magic, in Filipino,” You answer, taking another bite of your food. “I have got to teach you more Filipino words.” 

“I’m in love with this—what is it called again?”

“Adobo,” You laugh, taking a bite of the said ulam. “Pork adobo.”

“Pork adobo, I love you!” Luke grins, like it’s the first time he’s ever tried food in eons.

You smile lovingly at your boy, looking all so happy and content. You could spend eternities just staring at him. Seeing Luke happy made you feel complete, like you’ve fulfilled a quest greater than anything the gods could dish out.

You could see a future with the man in front of you. You’ve honestly got nothing figured out, but Luke? He was the only thing you’ve got right in your life. You could see him, being the man you’d marry and spend the rest of your life with. You could see him being the father of your children, a little Luke and a little version of you, running around the front yard while you and Luke watch on the front porch with a multitude of toys sprawled around.

You fell in love with a careless god’s careful son, and he is the best thing that’s ever been yours.

“Princess,” You hear Luke call out to you, snapping you out of your daydreams. You look up, meeting his loving gaze, making your cheeks burn. Gods, it’s not fair of him to make me feel this much. 

“Yeah?” You hum, moving your chair closer to him, smiling as you did. “What is it?”

Luke cups your face in his large hands, pulling you in close, barely an inch apart. “I love you.” 

Your heart beats rapidly inside your rib cage, wondering how on earth does he manage to still make you feel like that giddy teenager who fell in love with him years ago. 

You stare in his eyes for what felt like eons. You could feel Luke’s breath hot on your lips, begging you to seal it inside of him with a kiss.

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile curling onto your lips. “I love you too, baby.” you whisper, before closing in the distance between the two of you.

Luke’s hands make their way down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your lips parting, sliding his tongue in, eager to taste you—even though he’s done it more times than he could count.

His lips were soft, like a cloud grazing yours. He tasted sweet, like cotton candy, but with a hint of smoke and citrus playing at your taste buds. You should have been used to it by now, being in a relationship with Luke for almost three years and all. But his touch numbs you. His touch is like being dipped into the cold ocean, pulling you in—drowning you, until he’s bruised into your mind. 

Your hands creep around the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss—if it was even possible given the state of your tongues clashing with one another, fighting to assert dominance. You bite Luke’s lower lip, causing a groan to escape his mouth. You feel this familiar heat pool inside your belly, along with something hard poking your ass.

You pull away from the kiss, lips swollen as you catch your breath. Before you could utter a word, Luke lifts you up on the counter, making you erupt in a fit of giggles. He then presses his forehead against yours, you could hear his slow breaths as your noses bump into each other. 

“So, you lettin’ it happen, huh, princess?”

“You didn’t try the other one,” You feign annoyance, unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Can’t make an exception for me, princess?” Luke smirks, his fingers delicately brushing against your arms.

“I think I can squeeze you in,” You chuckle, pulling away from him with a teasing grin. “You good with that, mister?”

“I’ll take anything as long as it’s with you.” Luke grabs your waist, pulling you back close to him. “Gods, you are so beautiful.” he whispers, his hand cupping your face.

“I love you,” You murmur, placing your hand on his chest, on the place where his heart rests. “More than anything.”

“You are the best thing in my life.” Luke sighs before leaning in to kiss you again like his life depended on it, wrapping his arms around you like a vice. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling and tugging on his curls as if he was your lifeline.

Luke’s hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, momentarily breaking the kiss. He quickly reaches behind, unclasping your bra in one swift movement, tearing the offending fabric off of your breasts.

Luke takes his time to admire your body, as if it was the very first time he’d even seen your breasts out on full display for him, just for him. His cock strained painfully inside of his shorts and boxers, causing a groan to escape his throat. “You see what you do to me, princess?”

You look at him with innocence in your eyes, which at the same time looks sultry and inviting, driving him crazy every time you do. “Who, me?”

“Aren’t you just a little vixen?”

“So, to the room?”

Luke shakes his head, moving towards you, his hands just below your breasts as he smirks. “Here, over the fucking counter.”

tags: @lilmaymayy @ma1dita @sc4rl3ttdafoxx @hottiewifeyyyy

[countessvalentines]

Private Dancer

pairing: cooper howard/f!reader

word count: 2.1K

warnings: 18+ Only, Minors Do Not Read!! sexual tension, smut, P in V sex, light bondage, swearing,

summary: you meet cooper howard at a vault tec singles mixer after his divorce, things heat up when he recognizes you from your night-time activities...

notes: this is my first time posting a fic, pls be nice :)

dividers by @saradika

gif by @doortotomorrow

This is definitely not where you'd thought you'd find yourself on Valentine's day… in an over-expensive and exaggerated bunker.

Vault-Tecs Hollywood Vault just happened to be completed on Valentine's Day, so they combined their grand reveal with a singles mixer. They definitely know how to put a positive spin on the end of the world, or at least, try to.

The place is decorated to the nines… even Vault Boys dressed like Cupid. The usual blue and yellow replaced with pink and red, hearts everywhere and roses sprinkled throughout. There are people dressed in the trademark jumpsuits going around passing out champagne, and you grab the closest glass as it passes by.

You don't even know what youre doing here,

this isn't usually your idea of fun, but Vault-Tec damn near guaranteed to match you with the "ideal partner" after all of the personality tests they made you do. You figured, what do you have to lose? They have so much money and if you get a free few drinks and a night out on them, it's worth at least an hour of your time.

"Ya got anything stronger?" a familiar voice sounds from behind you and I instinctively turn around. No. It can't be. Cooper. Fucking. Howard. You'd heard about the divorce, so did everyone, but this is the last place you'd expect to find him. A Vault-Tec singles mixer? They must have paid him to make an appearance.

Before you realize you've been staring, he makes eye contact with you and dips his hat in my direction. You're frozen and starstruck, he was your first crush…

You used to watch his movies every Sunday, they'd comfort you when you were sick…and when you werent. It's too late to run as he approaches you and you do your best to think straight.

"Pardon me, miss. I think you dropped something." He says as he points down to the red, heart-shaped clutch you swore you were holding a minute ago. You blush in embarrassment and begin to bend down, but he beats you to the punch.

He stands up and holds the bag in one hand, holding it out for you to retrieve. Still apple cheeked, you reach for the bag and your hand brushes his, and let it linger a little too long.

"Of course, I try to make a good impression and I end up looking like a fool instead."

"No, not at all. We movie stars all just look slick because we get to do it more than once. In life, we just get the one shot."

You grin at his immediate charm and winning smile. It's hard not to blush, but you try to cover your girlish glee by taking a sip of champagne.

"Cooper Howard." He introduces himself as if the entire world doesn't know who he is.

You introduce myself in turn and he clinks the glass of whiskey he was just handed against your champagne glass.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin, but, you don't seem like the type of woman to be at a function like this."

It's not what you expect to hear, and it seems to be a compliment… it can't be, right?

"Oh? What makes you say that Mr. Howard?" I ask earnestly.

"Well, you're one of the Dollface Dames ain'tcha? One of Lola's girls."

As a married man for most of the time you've been a burlesque performer, you wouldn't have expected him to have seen me on that tiny Santa Monica stage.

"How'd you know that?" You ask with piqued interest.

"I've been a regular at that bar, oh, going on ten years now. Usually don't make it to the Wednesday night shows, on account of being a workin' man and all. But, lately, I ain't been workin' as much, found myself there the last few shows."

"I can't say that makes me feel any less embarrassed around you." You confess.

"Oh, forgive an old cowboy if I've made you uncomfortable…"

"No, it's just that… you know what's underneath this dress." Your cheeks only get redder and you feel yourself even more flush than before.

Cooper seems to blush along with you, and gives a sideways smile.

"I s'pose I do…" He trails off as he takes his own awkward sip. By the look on his face, you feel like he might be picturing it…

"I'd ironically feel more comfortable taking my clothes off in front of strangers." You continue earnestly.

After a pause that seems like it lasts an eternity, you get the courage to break the silence.

"You're right though…" you agree. "It's not my usual scene." You take another sip of champagne, polishing it off and putting the glass down on a nearby tray.

Cooper exhales a laugh. "Yeah, I think im with you on that."

The thought of Cooper Howard twirling around a bar half naked with glimmering rhinestone panties is enough for you to erout into laughter and he can't help but join you.

You lead him down hallway after hallway, twisting and turning until you're sure that it's far enough away.

You press the button on the wall, and it opens into a spacious suite. There's a balcony that overlooks the simulated pacific ocean with a perpetual sunset. It's quite breathtaking, but you're not here for the view.

You motion for him to follow you inside and you take his hand. You lead him to the edge of the bed and push him gently against the chest.

"Ready for your private performance Mr. Howard?" You ask, taking a pose in front of him.

"As I'll ever be, sweetheart." He replies, resting his hands on the bed and leaning back slightly.

You begin to dance seductively to the song playing in your head. You turn around, facing away from him and swaying your hips from side to side. Slowly you pull one sleeve of your dress down over your shoulder. You flash your eyes to catch his gaze and smirk when you notice him transfixed.

The dress gets to your waist and you pull it down slowly so it pools at your ankles. The black lace of your underwear enhancing the beauty of your skin.

Again you turn, this time facing him. Your hands crossed across your chest to hide your immodesty for now.

You manage to reach a hand up in your hair and grab it between your fingers, twirling it and pulling it in a flirtatious manner.

Cooper is watching intently, eyes barely blinking as he follows your movements. You turn your dance moves into steps, moving closer to him. As you do, you notice his growing erection and can't help but bite your lip.

It's then you feel is best to reveal your assets fully to him, and you teasingly move your arm away from your chest.

"Ain't you a sight." He says in a raspy, deep whisper.

You're so close now that you're standing between his thighs, you lean forward, sliding your hands from his shoulders down his arms to his hands. You pick them up and place his hands on your waist before you whisper in return.

"Your turn, Mr. Howard."

One by one you begin unbuttoning his black, button down shirt and kissing each bit of skin you uncover, leaving little red lipstick marks behind. You're able to get to his navel before he puts two fingers below your chin and forcefully pushes up so you look at him.

He leans down to catch your lips with his and kisses you deeply. He runs his tongue over yours before sucking your lower lip. You stand up briefly, only for him to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer.

Without a thought, you straddle his waist and begin undoing his embellished, silver belt buckle. You're able to pull it out of the loops of his black jeans, but then he grabs it from you.

For a moment, the flurry of kisses stops and he smirks at you. In a matter of seconds, he's expertly tied the belt around your hands.

You've no choice but to keep them together in front of you and he tightens the grip so you can't get yourself free.

"Now, that ain't too tight, is it darlin?"

You're taken aback so much all you can do is shake your head no. You weren't expecting it, but you also weren't expecting to be so aroused because of it either.

He nods and sits up on the bed for a moment to unbutton and remove his jeans and boots. His attention goes back to you, kneeling with hands restrained.

With calloused fingers, he grabs your jaw and whispers so close you can feel his lips move against yours.

"You're sure you want this?"

You nod softly before taking his lips in yours again. After a few more passionate kisses, you move your lips to his chest, down his stomach and on his inner thighs.

You push your body against his so he lies back, your silky hair brushing against his sensitive skin. You look up into his eyes, watching you with lustful interest and you smile knowingly before taking his cock in your lips.

A blissful sigh escapes him as his lead leans back in pleasure. You wrap your mouth around the tip, then remove it briefly before taking a bit more of him between your lips and repeating, tasting more and more of him each time your mouth returns.

You feel his strong fingers intertwine with your hair and pull, instinctively you look to him in response.

"Cmere." He motions with his free hand.

You adhere to his request and he slides his hands over your breasts, to your sides and your waist. He digs his fingers into your skin as he pulls you against his body.

You place your tied hands behind his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. He's holds you up with ease, his strength evident.

Effortlessly, he lifts you and slides you onto his length gradually. He exhales a satisfied groan as he begins to move you both. He fills you entirely, and you can't help but whimper as he continues to guide you along his shaft.

You feel your arousal build faster and the sensations of lust increasing, your hips instinctively grinding against him. You yearn to feel him, to feel the way his cock feels inside you and how he positions it just so.

He puts one arm underneath you to hold you up and with the other, his fingers reach between you and find your clit. He starts swirling his finger around in a circle over the sensitive bud as your whimpers get more and more frequent and higher pitched.

"Cooper…don't stop." You plead with him in a whisper against his cheek.

"I don't intend to, darlin." He reassures, his breath hitching and his own groans and grunts creating a melody of sexual pleasure.

As he promised, his fingers continue to expertly stroke your clit, and his cock continues to buck into you as he leads you to the nearest wall to push you into it.

With a soft thud, he pushes into you and buries his face in your hair. You can feel your muscles contracting around his shaft, your

cunt throbbing in time with his thrusts.

"That's it, baby." He coos in your ear. "Come for me." Coopers instructions reverberate through your body and it doesn't take long for it to oblige.

You feel yourself convulsing around him, your head tossing back and your hands trying to grip his shoulders. You claw at him as you feel your ecstacy reach its peak. You scream in time with your release, repeating his name over and over like a prayer.

"Cooper…Cooper… mmm." You try to speak in between gasps but are unable to say much.

He follows quickly behind, his release spilling into you and you can feel the warmth flooding you inside. You plant a soft and tender kiss on his gasping lips, gripping him tightly with your thighs.

His body starts to come down, the both of you catching your breath and holding each other skin to skin. Neither one of you want to break the contact, and Coopers eyes flutter open to meet your gaze.

"That was one hell of a dance, sugar."

[the-s1lly-corner]

hello I hope ur request are open! If not be free to ignore this!! Okay so TADC x y/n? (The amazing digital circus also it can be muti characters or one!! The choice is yours!! ^ ^)

OKAY OKAY SO WHAT IF..🥁🥁🥁 y/n was like Jessica rabbit from "who framed roger rabbit" 👀 and was very like motherly to everyone but when she was called doll,/toots,/ect, by jax or anyone SHE WOULD PUNCH THEM HARDDDD (kinda like the lola bunny fanfic??) Also she is like one inch taller then jax (she a tall women👀❤️)

(HAVE FUN WITH THIS IDEA!! DONT RUSH YOURSELF TO DO IT TAKE UR TIME ON IT!! AND DRINKS LOTS OF WATER AND EAT FOOD!! HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT!!🫶🫶)

Digital Circus x a jessica rabbit-type reader!

since im a little melty brain from blasting through a bunch of requests today im going to do part of the cast! mostly characters i think would be interesting with this kind of reader as well as some characters i just wanna write more of (cough cough kinger cough cough)(i was originally going to do gangle as well but uhuh!!) ...this reminds me ive never watched who framed roger rabbit... or rather i have, but its been so long that ive truly forgotten nearly every aspect of the movie relying on the character wiki talking about her personality to guide me through this

CAINE:

caines and jax's parts are both likely going to be on the shorter side thanks to both of their cores holding similar themes in regards to half of the idea

anyways he's going to call you pet names, especially if he's interested in you.. good luck trying to land anything on him, though, he's going to easily zoom through the air

okay nod to the lola bunny request aside, i think caine would be just head (jaw?) over heels for you, i mean, he would be anyways, but something about your caring and quick witted personality

probably makes literal heart eyes at you and audibly goes "awooga"

absolutely loves watching you do your thing during the in house adventures, on the few times he actually spectates them; though you may or may not be the reason he watches

seems like the kind of person to call you "hot stuff" or "babe"

doesn't really care about the height difference since he rarely ever stands on the ground anyways, plus he doesn't care how small he is

JAX:

to get a good idea of how jax would interact with you, i recommend this similar post! hope this links correctly, im still new to linking stuff in my posts!!

a lot of elements from the post above bleed into this, but lets add some more to it to make it a little more unique to the jessica rabbit idea!

takes it upon himself to try to get some sort of reaction out of you, outside of the name stuff... which proves to be a little harder than he thought.. actually, oddly enough, you seem to enjoy his antics?

well thats certainly new to him...

aaaaaand oh! hey would you look at that you've officially caught his attention, congratulations!

does not take too kindly to being the new second tallest, though... sure you're barely taller than him but its the principle! how can he lord his height over everyone else now!

KINGER:

so here's where i may be biased since i love kinger and i wish more people wrote for him, so his part may be a little longer, we'll see! i write these lil notes as i work on the post

right away i dont think he would call you any of the petnames listed above, or anything similar. i think, should you guys get on a nickname basis he would call you sweeter ones, "my love," "my darling", "my sweetheart", and similar stuff!

does not have lightning reflexes like jax and caine but if the names genuinely do bother you he would likely stop, you'll just have to remind him

imma be so real this man needs someone to stand back and just be there for him because he is going through it, so to have someone in his corner who has his best interests at heart will really do a lot for him

no comment on the height difference since kinger is pretty tall himself (and hes taller than jax! the only reason jax isnt upset about that is because kinger is always hunched), but i dont think he gives a darn about height

i am once again thinking about the in house adventure prompt with kinger that i had earlier, where he gets stuck somewhere and you have to go rescue him... this + that prompt, JUMPS UP N DOWN

[satorushousewife]

headcanon! falling for choso kamo (SFW)

summary: my take on how things would go after meeting choso and falling for him (he falls for you too)

notes: i got excited and wrote quite a lot, but there's still room for more! please tell me if you would like a part two! hope you enjoy your reading <3 xoxo lola

before the relationship

so you've met.

it actually means nothing to Choso, so you both would keep living your lives separately... unless you're friends with Itadori!

if that's the case, then it depends on how highly Itadori sees you.

if he cherishes you (not romantically), Choso would definitely be jealous! he wouldn't actually be rude to you, but he would make sure both you and Itadori know he doesn't really like you. he competes with you, especially if Itadori tends to ask you for help. he would make a run for it and offer his help first. if you're a healer, he would actually be sad because he can't provide Itadori with the help you can.

otherwise, if you're just another one of Itadori's friends, Choso wouldn't bat an eye. Itadori does have a lot of friends, and Choso respects and cherishes all of them because they make his brother happy. however, if anything ever occurs, Itadori is always at the top of his priority list.

you fall first

inevitably, since you're friends with Yuuji, Choso is often around, either interacting or just being there.

he is a very reserved person, doesn't talk much unless it's with his brother, and speaks only when necessary during conversations with others.

he's really not the type for small talk, so he wouldn't try to initiate anything but would definitely respond to your questions.

for whatever reason, you fall for him, and it would be up to you to approach him or not.

you end up deciding to start things slowly, trying to include him in whatever activity you and Yuuji are up to.

he wouldn't say anything, but he would certainly feel grateful, especially if you take the time to explain whatever you're doing and how he could do it. he always wants to bond with his brother more, but the barrier of the century he was born in is a nuisance. he doesn't know many things from this era but is eager to learn so he can interact with Itadori more.

for example: you and Yuuji are playing a game Choso has never seen before. you ask him if he wants to play and explain how he can join both of you.

he falls for you

over time, he warms up to you. it wouldn't happen overnight, but once he realizes he's not just eager to spend time with yuuji but with you too, the change begins.

yep, he's in love now. good for you!

…not so good for him.

his chest pounds when you're nearby, his cheeks flush when you accidentally touch each other, and his heart flutters when he sees you smile at him. the man is terrified.

choso doesn't understand his feelings. he's never felt this need to care for another person other than his brothers, so yeah, he's scared—a lot. he panics a little, becoming extra quiet around you. you even ask him if something's wrong, but he dismisses any worries.

he wonders if he should ask Yuuji for help, but his pride doesn't let him. after all, he's supposed to be the older brother and the one to lead the way!

he doesn't know who else to turn to, so he goes to yuki. she is his only friend, so he trusts her with all the things he's been feeling. she lets out a soft laugh as she hears everything and tells him the truth. "you are in love," is what she says.

if that's supposed to make him feel better, well, he'll be damned because it only worsens everything.

it gets to the point where Yuuji notices something is wrong and confronts him.

under the confrontation, Choso spills the truth.

Yuuji calls him an idiot. Choso gets indignant with the insolence (after all, he is the older brother) but says nothing about it (although his face demonstrates a lot).

"even if you're my older brother, you don't need to know it all. it's your first time living too, there's no way you would know the answers to everything. besides, we're brothers, aren't we? i'm supposed to help you too," is what Yuuji says.

after that, he gives some tips on how Choso could approach and even flirt with you, suggesting that he and Choso make a plan on courting you.

that simple conversation makes Choso reflect all night.

his anxiety is still there, but lessened as he now knows that Yuuji got his back.

that night before sleeping he makes a decision: he would definitely try to court you, and his brother would help.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hey ! It’s been a while 🥺 hope you’re doing well ! As always sending positive love, hugs & vibes your way ✨ I saw that your request are open, I was wondering if I could request :

Arranged Marriage with Kazutora/ Hakkai ( + anyone else you’d want)with reader who’s like against it and yet they’re like so patient, kind & understanding with us about it 🥺😭 like I just know kazutora and Hakkai would be so sad and pout on their little corner if we like ignored them 😭😭 making us feel bad and us giving in to them 😭

Please & thank you 🥰🤍✨

TokRev x Reader: Arranged Marriage

♡ SFW, fem reader, pure fluff, Koko being sassy, Kazutora and Hakkai very lowkey guilt tripping reader but not on purpose, also lowkey rich families au lol ♡

Characters: Kazutora, Hakkai, Kokonoi

note: hiii Lola I'm doing absolutely fantastic other than the fact I'm up at 3am, I hope you're doing great tho and I'm sending ultra positive energy right back atcha 🩷

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Kazutora

🐯 Gives you as much space as possible, even sleeps in the guestroom for the first few months of your marriage

🐯 Cooks breakfast and dinner if he can, he doesn't want you feeling obligated to do anything

"Kazutora, you know you don't have to get up early just to make breakfast. I'm perfectly cap-"

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're my wife now, not a damn maid...and just call me Tora."

🐯 Waits on you hand and foot, he never thought he was marriage material but being married to you is something he's definitely not taking for granted

🐯 He does so much for you that you start feeling bad for being so standoffish and end up telling him to start sleeping in the main bedroom with you

Hakkai

💙 This man is practically ready to burst into tears every time he walks by you

💙 He feels so bad for you in this situation and if he could divorce you, he'd do it just to make you happy

"Hey y/n, j-just so y'know..I didn't come up with the idea for us to be married."

"I know that Kai, it's not your fault."

"Oh thank goodness, I thought you were mad at me.."

💙 Once you're more comfortable in your relationship, he starts taking you on dates and helping you pick out outfits (Mitsuya's his stylist so you know you'll look good)

💙 You become really good friends with Yuzuha and you and her have girls nights (she spills all of Hakkai's embarrassing secrets too)

Kokonoi

💵 He's against it too and is dealing with absolutely ZERO of your bullshit

"Why did I have to get married to you of all people?!"

"Well you aren't the hottest grate on the stove yourself, you think I wanted this?"

💵 The back and forth is unrivaled, sometimes you wonder if he's trying to one up your complaints or if he's just genuinely unhappy too

💵 Eventually you both come around to the idea of being married, just not romantically

💵 You agree on a partnership made up of shopping sprees, fancy dinners, and nights filled with gossip (especially if it's about your families because it gets messy and scandalous real quick 👏🏽)

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[yelenasdiary]

Shy nerdy virgin yelena x stripper reader.

Yelena just coming out, but being too shy to be able to approach or talk to them, Kate decides to take yelena to a strip club to help her get over her shyness around women. But the half naked women make her even more shy that she turns completely red, so she just stares at the ground. Reader notices her looking at the ground instead of oggling everyone. Intrigued by this because all reader deals with day in and out is disrespectful men staring and trying to touch, even if that's the point of a strip club. she approaches yelena to talk with her. Yelena is so shy that she can't even look at reader. She takes yelena by the chin, pulling her face up and telling her she can look.

Buy You A Drink

Pairing: Shy/Nerdy! Yelena Belova x Adult Dancer! Reader

Summary: Kate drags Yelena out for a fun night to help her overcome her little fear

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Virginity, Reader being a stripper, Light  Touching, Mentions of Drinking | 1.7K

AC: I loved this so much hehehe! I hope you enjoy x

"It'll be fun, we'll just sit at a both, have a few drinks and enjoy the show" Kate said with a cheerful smile on her lips causing her friend to roll her eyes. "But I'd have much more fun playing video games and doing some reading research" Yelena admitted. Kate was very much an extrovert, she loved hitting the city on the weekend and mixing with new people. She never had any issues making new friends or putting herself out but Yelena? Well, she was very much an introvert and would find more enjoyment in reading new materials from some of her favorite scientists and she loved playing video games with the friends that she made online.

But since Kate had discovered Yelena had eyes for women, she was rather determined to help her friend put herself out there and overcome her shyness. "It's just one night and I promise that if you're not having a good time we can come home before midnight" Kate replied. With a sign and a light roll of her eyes, Yelena knew Kate wouldn't take no for an answer. 

"Home by eleven!" The blonde grumbled before turning on her heels and making her way to the bathroom to get ready. Kate smiled proudly to herself as she pulled out her phone to book an Uber ride. 

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"Kate! you said we were going to a show!" Yelena looked at her friend with wide eyes. 

"This is a show, it's a strip club" Kate smirked before giving the bouncer a nod of her head. 

"Kate, I don't want to go to a strip club! This is too much; can we just go home?" Yelena begged only for Kate to ignore the blonde's irritated tone. "You need this Lena, trust me! You wanna talk to women and mingle but you're too shy to even look at another woman. This will show you that there isn't anything to be shy about" Kate explained as the two friends walked up the stairs. Lucky Kate called the club ahead of time and reserved a booth near one of the stages. 

"Katie! So lovely to see you again doll, how are you?" A dark haired woman approached, giving Kate a quick hug. Yelena's eyes instantly dropped to her feet unable to look at the woman in nothing but a thong and nipple tassels. "I've been good! I've brought a friend tonight, Lola, this is Yelena! She's shy so don't mind her" Kate introduced them with a light chuckle. 

"Don't be shy sweetheart, the girls here are lovely and we'll make you feel comfortable! You know, it's not very often we get any women in her, I mean, take a look around. We have gentlemen in every direction" Lola smiled softly as Yelena looked up at the dancer for a moment before her eyes traced the room to notice just how many men where in the building. "Come on, I'll take you to your booth" Lola added. 

Music played loudly throughout the club, only playing suggestive songs of course. Kate ordered two drinks, a cocktail for herself and a couple of vodka shots for Yelena. "You can look around, you know?" Kate looked over to her friend whose head was bowed, and her eyes glued to her feet. 

"It's disrespectful" Yelena muttered trying to fade out the world around her. 

"Lena, you're not doing anything wrong, you're not touching them or making inappropriate comments. Let yourself have some fun" 

"I do have fun, at home" Yelena muttered once more in reply. Kate just shook her head, "have a drink, it'll let you relax more" she said before taking another sip of her cocktail. 

After a while Yelena's curiosity got the better of her, every now and then she would look up at the stage to see a dancer springing around the pole in the center of the stage or she would allow herself a few short seconds to look at a dance walking by the booth before her eyes would fall back to her lap and watched as she twirled her thumbs around one another. 

You started your shift two hours ago and had just come out from the private rooms after giving another lap dance to a guy drinking his problems away. The wedding band tan line on his finger told you his separation was rather fresh, he didn't talk much, just drank his drink and watched the way your body moved with the music. 

"Can I get a water please love?" You asked the lovely bartender; you weren't one to drink on the job often so it wasn't unusual for you to down a class of cold water between dances. "Busy night huh?" The bartender commented as she handed you your drink. "God, it's guy after guy tonight!" You replied with a sigh before downing your drink, "stay safe!" She smiled. 

Your eyes scanned the room for the next lonely looking customer to give some attention too when a young blonde caught your eye, you smiled softly at her only for her to smile in return before quickly looking away and downing one of her shots. "What's the go with those two?" You turned to the bartender who was serving another gentlemen. 

"Oh, that's Kate and her friend! Kate's been here a couple of times. I don't think there's anything special on for them tonight, but they reserved the booth" she explained as your eyes looked over to them again. The blonde was looking at you once more but was rather quick to look away when you made eye contact. Curiosity got the better of you and before you knew it, you were walking over to their booth. 

"Well this is a little different" you smiled, "can I take a seat?" You asked. 

"Of course" Kate smiled, "I'm Kate and this my friend Yelena, she's a little shy" she added making Yelena's cheek glow even more red. You smiled softly as you looked at her, "it's okay, this place is pretty imitating" you said to assure the woman who looked up at you and smiled softly but didn't say a word. "What brings you cuties out tonight?" You asked. 

"I'm trying to get Lena to overcome her shyness around other women" Kate replied before sipping her cocktail. Yelena rolled her eyes and sunk even more into the booth to hide her embarrassment. "She thinks that looking is disrespectful" Kate added, earning a kick from Yelena under the table. 

"Well, maybe I can help with that" you offered, unable to take your eyes off the blushing blonde who refused to make eye contact. Kate nodded with a smile, "how much for 10 minutes?" She asked.

"Usually $100 but for this little sweetheart, I'll do $50" you replied. 

Kate was rather quick to place a $50 bill on the table in front of you, "go on, enjoy yourself" she whispered to Yelena whose palms where beginning to sweat. You smiled softly at her, stood up from your seat and reached for her hand. She was hesitant but eventually took it and you led her to the private rooms. 

"Y-you don't have do this, I d-don't know what to do and I don't w-want you to feel uncomfortable" Yelena said in a nervous stutter as you closed the door behind her. 

"Relax darling, take a seat and I promise you won't forget this" you replied as you walked over to the mirror to adjust yourself. Yelena sat down on the leather sofa, her hands in her lap and her eyes to her feet. You walked over to her with a soft smile as you gently grabbed her by the chin and made her look at you. Her eyes spoke a thousand words in the depths of their beauty, "you can look at me darling" you said softly. 

Yelena nodded nervously before you released her chin and pressed play on the tiny remote in your free hand. Club like music began to play, not that Yelena even noticed once her eyes were glued to the way your hips moved in her view. Your hands traveled all over your body as you danced for the shy customer, a smirk tugging at your lips when you looked over your shoulder at Yelena who's jaw was slightly dropped and her hands turned to fists full of her pants. 

"Don't forget to breathe cutie" you reminded her. 

You waited for the bouncer to pass by the room, taking their peek of the action to ensure no touching was going on and to keep the dancers safe before you gently grabbed Yelena's hands and placed them on your hips. 

"W-what is happening? I-I'm not allowed to touch! It's one of th-"

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself" you smiled, cutting her off mid-sentence, "nobody follows those rules, hence why they get kicked out but I'm allowing this, just this one time" you added to put her mind at ease. It took her a few moments to move her hands with your body, allowing herself to enjoy the show you were putting on. 

The second song soon came to an end and so did the private dance. You paused the track so the next song wouldn't play and sat down next to Yelena. "That, I mean, you were really g-great" Yelena spoke, still nervous to the idea of even talking to a woman she found attractive. You smiled at her comment, "You're very sweet, thank you. Your friend out there, Kate, is she the one you like?" you asked. 

Yelena shook her head as she wide eyed you, "No, she's just a really close friend. I don't actually have a thing for anybody right now, as you can see…I can barely look at another woman" she explained. Taken back in awe by her shyness, you wanted to help her overcome her shyness even more. You placed a hand on her left knee, "practice on me" you said.

"What do you mean?" Yelena asked with a slight frown. 

"Buy me a drink and ask to take me home" you replied with a soft smile. Yelena's heartbeat quickened, her cheeks got hotter, leaving her speechless for a moment. "Unless I'm not your type" you added.

"Oh, you a-are" Yelena quickly dropped her eyes to the hand on her left knee. 

"I'm teasing you, love, you're a very easy person to read" you chuckled lightly as Yelena looked back up at you, "oh" she replied softly. "Can I buy you a drink?" She asked nervously. 

"Yes"

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[coqvttes]

Hey Lola, I hope you won’t mind me asking for some rasberry jam. I was thinking NSFW and for the song to be, “Pretty when you cry” by Lana Del Rey and for the character to be Leon Kennedy.

Please and thank you, have a good day wherever you are!!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey thank u, nonnie for the request! sorry this took so longg! leon is so lana coded! i love this song and thank uu, u too pookie! <3

nsfw : gn!reader, sub!reader, rough, crying, angst, dacryphilia, comfort.

"you make me feel like your whole world"

leon knows that you'll always be there for him. he knows that sometimes he can't control his emotions, but he also knows that you'll always love him, no matter what.

he'll come home to you stressed and tense. tired from work and he doesn't seem interested in talking it out with you. his mind and body too busy with ache for you, for your warmth, for your tears.

and you yearn for him so. you yearn to please him, to make him feel better, so much better, just like you always do. so you let him use you. you'd let him do anything to you; you know he'll always care for you the way you've cared for him and he knows you don't mind.

"i'll wait for you, babe, that's all i do, babe"

your eyes light up when he approaches you and you jump up to greet him. your gentle voice asking him how his day was and such. but he doesn't answer.

and you know what he wants when he captures your lips in a rough kiss. murmuring between quick breaths for you to take your clothes off. and you do, without hesitation.

he maneuvers your pliant body onto the bed, and you squeak when he hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, nervous wide eyes in anticipation of what he plans for you as he tugs your panties off hurriedly.

"don't come through babe, you never do"

you gasp when he slips into you and your palms find purchase on his shoulders. holding onto him tightly as you try to relax yourself, the stretch is more painful from the lack of foreplay, and suddenly, his hips are snapping against yours.

you whine out from his roughness, the lack of preparation causing you to feel overwhelmed as you urge him to slow down desperately. but your pleas go ignored as he chases his pleasure.

"because i'm pretty when i cry"

tears well up in your doe eyes and your lips wobble as you stare up at him, pleading for him to kiss you or touch you gently. but he's not paying attention to you, and his pace fastens and you turn your head to the side, the tears spilling into the pillow beneath you as you whimper with each harsh thrust.

"fuckk, you're so pretty, aren't ya. look at me, let me see you."

his fingers tilt your jaw, forcing you to look up at him properly through your wet lashes. he smirks when he takes in your messy state, mascara running down your cheeks and your lips desperately pining for his.

but he doesn't kiss you, and after he pulls out to finish on top of you, he apologizes. his touch, now gentle as he pulls you into his arms, wiping your tears away as he coos in you ear.

[loveephia]

SUNFLOWER | kita shinsuke

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, high school (from first years) to adult life with kita, real life scenarios used, marriage toward the end, mildly inspired by "the lady, or the tiger?"

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: i heavily suggest you listen to pasilyo by sun-kissed lola while reading.

kita shinsuke can still remember the day he met you. it was on a hot summer day in inarizaki, and the class had just finished planting their seeds at the field for a project. as a reward for their hard work, the teacher had carried out a cooler full of different flavored popsicles. the class hurriedly washed their hands in the outdoor sink and went to go grab themselves one. kita was one of the only people who didn't rush. instead, he peacefully and thoroughly washed the dirt off his hands.

he felt a presence nearby, and as curiousity got the best of him, he looked around only to see that by the corner of the hallway, peeked a girl from the same year as him; you.

a quick spark was what kita felt the moment you two made eye contact, and it looks like you felt it too, judging by the way you hesitated to make your way over to the sink.

you carefully walked on the tiles so as to not slip from the puddles of water. you went to the opposite side of kita and washed your hands, not daring to utter a word.

in every breath kita took, he only looked at you.

"what did you plant?" you ask, voice fearful for the awkward tension to worsen, but your desire to know kita was stronger. he looks taken aback, not expecting you to talk to actually talk to him. "a sunflower."

like the name, it is a flower that grows only to face the sun. they are his grandma yumi's favourite. not only are they a delight to plant, but oh, does she love to snack on the seeds as well. kita couldn't help but come to love the flower, too.

"oh, i planted the same thing!" you exclaimed, thankful to find someone with the same taste in flowers as you. kita notices a shift in your demeanor. you're relaxed now. he smiles softly.

as time went by, you and kita had grown close. you became a friend, a really dear one at that. he treasured you. as sensitive as you can be, kita was always there to hear your cries. he took care of you as you took care of him.

kita can still remember the day he fell for you, too. it was only until the third year that he realized how deeply he did so.

after the long break has come to an end, he sees you at the inarizaki entrance. the sun bounced off of your silky hair, and the shine made your eyes have a glass-like effect. you were glowing. simply put, it was enough to make kita's heart race. "oh, shin! you're finally here!" you cheerfully said, rushing over to greet the boy with such enthusiasm.

his eyes land on your ID. y/n l/n.

kita hopes that one day, he will be able to share his surname with you.

he likes to think that you are the sun; whom he looks forward to seeing every morning. you're such a bright girl; so much so that you've blinded him with your charm. how dare you do such a thing?

he is the sunflower. and like the sunflower he's planted in his first year, his feelings bloomed.

kita remembered those days in his youth, as they are dear memories that he holds close to his heart.

and now, kita will never forget today as he didn't with the former.

you with your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes of triumph; almost hasty to walk down the aisle as the radiant white dress dragged behind you beautifully. truly an incomparable sight. kita's whole being, so proud and glad that he couldn't help but let his eyes well up with salty tears.

the priest advances the couple and makes you both husband and wife before bare witnesses. the joyous shouts from both families had been blurred out, and so did the wild ringing of the clanging church bells. kita could only focus on you; his sun, his wife, and his everything.

you both had walked away together upon the path of petals, followed by the tremendous cheers of the hilarious multitude.

his favorite prayer, kept dear and true every day; is you.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[xanticore]

Can you do a Lars ulrich fic where the reader is part of it can you do a dominant submissive relationship kinks where Lars is dominant and the girl or whoever is a submissive also the as well smut??

Back in 1984 in the hotel room???

I hope you enjoy anon! I don't like going straight into smut so yeah..it's a bit slow in the beginning but it gets juicy. promise.

“𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓’’

Genre: Smut

Setting: Summer of 1984 ,, New York

Warnings: Slight usage of the daddy kink (Lars gets so surprised by it) P in V, oral f receiving, pet names, and sailor mouth from Lars.

Summary: The band had finished their recording for ride the lighting. They all agreed to celebrate by hanging out at a club- getting drunk and hopefully be able to take a girl back to a hotel. Lately Lars hasn't had great experiences with the recent groupies he was with. None of them really fit his sex appeal. That all had changed when he saw a girl smoking alone.

"You gotta be fucking with me!" I blurted out before putting the phone back on the hook. A fan that goes by 'Lola' told me I'm an asshole. Maybe she's right. Only because I couldn't take how fucking horrible she was in bed. It really wasn't that great. I felt utter boredom with that chick.

"Was that Lola?" Kirk said in a teasing tone. I just huffed and rolled my eyes. "Of course it was. apparently I wasn't making her feel good, well tough world we live in because I didn't nut myself. Now we both can't have our way." I heard the other members let out a chuckle and it only made me more ticked.

For some reason, I could never find the fun girls like the others. They always had exciting fucking stories to tell about their night. Me, sometimes I either sleep alone or try to have fun with a girl that I bring back. Nobody was into anything I was. They just laid there and took it.

Im fucking 21! and I start my sex life completely shit. It's like I'm having sex with someone's grandma. Like Gross. I want some action. More interaction at least with a girl. I just wanna have fun till I can't anymore.

"Well, We did decide to hit up a club in downtown Manhattan. Maybe you'll find your girl there~" Cliff said giving me a wink. I forgot that quick we were in New York fucking city. "Oh yeah, New Yorker girls are totally hot too. Maybe you'll find that babe you're looking for." James added on.

I was now stoked for tonight. As the youngest in the band, I wanna try and have a good time and able to tell them stories. Stories that they can possibly relate to.

After being out all day, I took a quick nap in my room so I could have some energy for the rest of the night. I wanted to at least look presentable-but then got a reality check. Its a club filled with late teenagers and early twenty year olds. I just threw on a random band shirt with some black ripped jeans and some Nikes. I sprayed some cologne observing myself in the mirror.

"Come on Lars...you got this. Totally got this. We're gonna have fun and enjoy ourselves."

I talked with myself to give me some self confidence. I was full of it. Overly optimistic. I headed down to the hotel lobby where I was the last one to arrive. We had a personal driver that drove us to the top club strip of manhattan. The city lights of the ads and neon advertisements filled the night sky. It had my eyes 'glimmering' as Kirk would say.

We decided to walk along the strip instead, thanking our driver. "We'll take a cab back~" I said reassuring the driver. I saw him nod and left the van. The night life was now and all the adults were out in their club outfits walking along the sidewalk. It really had my heart racing in anticipation on how I'll end my night. Will it be good? or bad. Find out in the next episode of Lars' questionable sex life.

"Jeez, theres so many clubs. Should we just go to a typical twenty-one plus?" Kirk asked looking carefully at the signes that were out. It was different prices of alcoholic drinks during happy hour if you joind this club or that club. "No- Lets go to The Phantom." I said pointing at the bright purple neon sign. The club had a line literally wrapped around the corner of waiting club goers to get inside.

"Uhh. do you know that the Phantom is for...big shots?" Cliff asked as if he was confused.

"Uhh?? yeah. Thats why I said we should go there. Come on, I think we're big enough of a shot to party with the top class people." I said borderline excitedly, but still kept my cool.

"Ok but, we didn't even dress the part?" Kirk and James added in unison. I just sighed.

"Who gives a shit? Like come on it's a club. its gonna be dark. No one is gonna care about what we wear. Now get your asses over there."

Surprise surprise, there were people who recognized us. We did have shows in New York but it was nothing too extravagant. We were escorted to the front, showed our IDs and were in like a blink of an eye. "I guess you're right larsy~"

I just smirked at Cliff's comment. The music was pumping through its speakers and the flashing club lights were going in random directions. Everyone, dancing; and Kirk was the first one to get dragged out onto the dance floor with a girl. Cliff and James also had a pair come up to them, making me alone.

I just chuckled awkwardly looking around for somewhere to sit. All the seats at the bar was taken so that was out the picture. I didn't really care for sitting right now but I did want a drink in hand as I danced. I ordered myself a bottle of beer, taking it with me to the dance floor. Everyone had their partners but I didn't mind dancing alone having the occasional girls come and go.

Eight songs had passed already and my beer was halfway gone. I wasn't drunk but I desperately need another one to keep me occupied when i'm alone. I pushed my way through the sweaty crowd and back to the same bar. I gestured the bartender for another bottle and gave them a five dollar bill. I scanned the room to see my band mates with girls they found. I was a bit jealous to say the least.

James had two girls on him.

Cliff sharing a smoke with some biker chick.

Kirk was full on making out with someone at a vip table.

Me...at a bar on my second beer bottle with no action. It was time to mingle. I looked around for girls but every girl I saw just reminded me of fucking Lola. All the girls were just copy paste. Just when I was about to give up an leave, I see a girl alone at one of the vip tables. She was alone smoking a cigarette and drinking her drink.

Her hair was jet black and I couldn't tell what she was wearing from where I was standing. She looked hot from a far- could she be hot upclose?

I walked up towards her table- casually passing by Kirk who was still kissing mind you. I sat my beer bottle on the table causing a reaction out of her. "May I sit here?"

I asked politely..oh and by the way- she was totally my type of girl. She gave a gesture and I got in sitting across from her. "You know VIP only right?" Fuck, her voice was deep. "Yeah. What you don't think im an important person?"

"You're from Metallica aren't you?"

"I am sweetheart."

I saw her smile when I answered. She looked so shy and I couldn't really make out what she wanted. I kinda dig it. It was something new from a girl that I just met. "Well~ are you a fan- oop...speak of the devil hmm?" I asked her and just in the nick of time, one of our songs started playing.

"I'm a huge fan actually.." She confesses; tapping the cigarette ashes in the ash tray. Just by looking at her and her body language, I could tell she wasn't a groupie. She wasn't quick to ask anything about my wealth or even anything sexual. She was a genuine fan.

She made many first moves, by that I mean questions. Given her shy and quiet nature, she asked very interesting questions about the music and what's it like being famous. I never took the time to even think to myself about these things. With every questioned asked; I answered with full potential.

Being in the vip section of the club, waiters would come and go with drinks. She would get something fruity while I only had my beer. Luckily for this spot, I didn't have to pay.

"Excuse me sweetheart, I forgot to ask you your name."

"it's (name)"

"(name)? such a pretty name you got there baby. Care to join me on the dance floor?"

I gave her a wink before getting up from the booth. I walked towards her side pulling my hand out waiting for her to grab it. Her hands are so soft and pretty. Her nails were painted in a baby blue and a mood ring on her ring finger. When stood up I was almost towered. I was able to look her up and down and oh my god, she was so beautiful. From her height, her mannerisms, her features of her face-she seemed too unreal.

I manned up and guided her towards the glowing floor. It was a different song now. When Doves Cry by Prince was playing and I could clearly see little miss was a fan of him as well. All she needed was a couple more sips of her drink and baby was good to go. I watched as she mouthed the lyrics turning her back against me. I grabbed her hips helping her keep the rhythm.

I drunk a little bit more of my beer and carelessly threw it somewhere off the floor. Both of my hands touching her. She turned back around and her face was a soft color tint. We were both slightly drunk but still was able to recognize what was going on in our surroundings. I couldn't help but lay a kiss on those pretty plump lips.

It was a real pleasure feeling her kiss back. It was expected. I let her pull away and letting her continue dancing. She was teasing me and damn it I wanted her...

So i got her

The taxi ride back to my hotel felt like it was going on for hours. I opened the door to my room, I had her back against the door. I picked her up letting her legs wrapped around my waist. Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, no order was necessary.

We struggled to get our clothes off once we made it to the bedroom. I laid her down gently before taking my shirt off and letting her take off any piece of clothing she desired. She didn't have a bra on so her chest was immediately exposed to the cold air.

My lips around her hardened nipples as my other free went along to squeeze and grope her. She hummed and I enjoyed the reaction out of her but sadly it wasn't enough to my standards. I went up to her neck licking and biting the sensitive area that didn't take me long to figure out. My hands went down to her legs opening them, helping her slide her lace panties down.

I pulled away to see her now raw, naked body. She was fucking beautiful. She even had some tattoos, and a belly peircing. Fuck. My next move was to eat her alive. I saw her exposed pussy and couldn't help but smirk how wet she was. "You're glistening babydoll" I said slowly lowering myself down. My eyes locked with hers and she was shy at the fact of how I explained how needy she was. It was so fucking cute.

I let my tongue gently rub against her clit and the moans she made was what I was looking for. I continued confidently eating her out, making sure I tasted every drop of her wetness.

Hearing her whine and her fingers getting tangled in my hair was sending me into a frenzy. My jeans getting too fucking tight to handle but I was too busy to even care. All my focuse was on her and her only. Her moans were loud and desperate. Just how I like it.

Her back arches as she pushed my head further into her and of course-i didn't mind that at all. I tongued and finger fucked her hole, letting my other fingers slowly rub against her wet folds. She tasted like sweet sugar; something I never experienced before. I could tell she was close by her breathing patterns. I stopped causing her to groan in annoyance. "I wanna have some fun too~" I cooed lifting my head up to caress her cheek.

I took off my jeans and right when I was lining up to her hole, I had no condom. Fuck, I forgot to buy some earlier. I took a deep sigh smiling at her. "You don't mind me going raw do you babydoll?"

"I don't mind~"

I grinned and slowly pushed inside her. We both let out a sigh of relief feeling each other in intimacy. "Feels good baby?"

I asked. She hummed and that was my go to-to start thrusting. I found a rhythm but didn't necessarily followed it as my pace became desperate when I started to get used to feeling her. She was a moaning mess and her whimpers only made it better. I couldn't help but go a little harder on her.

"Daddy...it feels so good-"

My heart literally did at least two somersaults. I wasn't expecting her to pull that kink card on me and fuck I liked it alot. A little too much. "Oh yeah??" I smirked. I leaned down to kiss her on her neck, biting every possible place that I haven't touched yet. I moved my hand down to rub her clit in circles wanting her to be extra stimulated.

"FUCK..Don't stop please..." She cried out. I just chuckled.

"I had no plans to darlin." I responded, reassuring her. I pulled back and had my hand around her neck choking her. She was the first girl to even let me do this. Her eyes were turning red as it was starting to water. She looked so helpless..so submissive...it turned me on so fucking much. I was nearly close.

"Im gonna...cum...."

"Me too darlin...cum for me..cum for daddy yeah?" I continued to pound into her, the room filled with the sounds of our moans and skin on skin contact. "Fuck.." I quickly pull out and start to stroke myself. I released all of my cum on her stomach just in time. I fell down right beside her as we both tried to relax after coming down from our high.

I turn over to her and saw she was already asleep. It was a perfect opportunity to clean her up and let her rest through the night with me.

The next day

I was woken up by an empty spot in the bed. I frowned but it was flipped when I saw her note on the night stand.

Thank you for last night, I had fun. Sorry I couldn't stay until you woke up though, I had to meet back up with some friends. But here's my number if you still wanna keep contact *** **** - (Name) xoxo

I couldn't believe it, she gave me her number. My heart was honestly beating against my chest hard already.

It was time to head back home and of course, the last person to arrive. The others looked pretty bummed. "Good morning everyone...why the long faces?" I asked in concern. They just sighed. "I didn't get no action, nor sleep because all I heard was you and that girl" Kirk said as he had his arms crossed.

Lars couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment at the last part, but at the same time-couldn't help but laugh. "Seems like I'm the only one that got action huh? oh boy do I have a story to tell~"

a/n : Im still getting the hang of writing smut so please be kind!!!

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 1 Prompt: "It's not too late, let's go."

Summary: The scene with FitzSimmons and Garrett on the Bus at the end of Season 1 if, instead of FitzSimmons, Grant had found and captured his long-time best friend, partner, and girlfriend.

Word Count: 4,158

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. No depictions of it, but the mention/realization that a character has been abused in the past, while staring at/standing in the same hallway as the abuser.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

This had to be a nightmare.

With each step I took, one foot in front of the other, I willed myself to wake up, to realize everything had just been a bad dream. And with each step, I was forced closer to the realization that my situation was heartbreakingly, terrifyingly real.

The past week, I'd had a line of similar thoughts, hoping and praying that the fall of SHIELD and the betrayal of my best friend and boyfriend, Grant Ward, had been some insane fever dream. That I'd wake up in the med pod on the Bus, the team happy to see me awake, and that I'd realize everything had been some horrible concoction of my imagination instead. But just like now, I'd been forced to come to terms with the fact that I was wide awake.

First, I thought the nightmare was Hydra's infiltration. Then it became Garrett, Grant's mentor and basically surrogate father, being a traitor. Then it was discovering Grant was a traitor. Now, it had reached a whole new level, as Grant frog-marched me toward the Bus that he and Garrett had taken over, my hands tied behind my back and his gun forcing me to keep moving forward.

"Grant... what are you doing?" I breathed, trying to keep the tears out of my voice as we neared the ramp of the plane. Garrett had taken things over in the name of Hydra, and he clearly had some hold over my boyfriend. Every step towards that ramp lowered my odds of making it through this.

"We can't have SHIELD following us, that's all," he said. He kept his voice level, trying to convince me he was being reasonable, like I'd heard him do with our enemies on missions countless times before. I shook my head.

"You are SHIELD, Grant," I said. "Please, please remember that."

His grip tightened slightly on my forearm as he led me to the base of the ramp, a comforting squeeze more than anything threatening. A week ago, it would've put me at ease.

"I'm not the man you think I am," he muttered. I sighed heavily through my nose, a little bit of irritation finally flaring up.

"I know you better than anybody else on earth, apparently including you," I huffed. Grant didn't respond.

As soon as we entered the garage bay, where Lola used to sit, Grant and I were flanked by three other agents, who followed us up the stairs. Grant moved ahead, leading me through the physically wrecked and shattered hallways of the plane we'd spent a few, blissful months calling home, and my heart squeezed tight in my chest. How had everything gone so wrong?

"Here she is, sir," he said, and a second later I saw John Garrett's stupid, shitty face staring back at me. I narrowed my eyes and scowled, unable to contain my hate and anger enough to keep a neutral expression.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his tone light and teasing in a way that made my blood boil. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Maybe I've just got nothing to say to you," I replied. He had the nerve to laugh.

"Well, that's fine then. I don't know that I have much to say to you either, especially now that you're here. Thanks to Ward, you won't be much of a problem for me anymore."

Over Garrett's shoulder, I saw Grant's expression flicker and shutter. Like a kicked dog, caught between someone he loved and someone who scared him. An anger I'd only ever felt when our enemies threatened Grant welled up in my chest.

In my entire, almost fifteen-year career at SHIELD, I had managed to get through it without killing anyone. Ever. Even before I had the Icer to knock enemies out instead of shooting them the old-fashioned way, I'd made a point of using non-lethal force. It mattered to me; it felt important to find a way to do my job without killing people in the process.

Grant had never had the same reservations. It didn't bother me, and although we'd talked about it once or twice, I'd never expected him to take up my same system when we'd been partnered on missions, when we'd become good friends, or when we'd started dating. Time and again, he'd gone to the mat for me, tearing apart anyone that existed as a threat to me with a force I'd never have imagined using.

For the first time in our lives, in our decade and a half of friendship, the tables had turned.

Thanks to the rest of Coulson's team, I knew John Garrett had significant organ failure. A Cybertek device in his chest was the only thing still keeping him alive. He'd abused Grant for longer than I'd known him, and for the first time, I could see clearly how it affected Grant, in real time. For both our sakes, I couldn't let this go on any longer. I didn't know if it would kill him, and I still hoped it wouldn't, but for the first time I didn't care enough to make sure it wouldn't. I needed to get away from Garrett, and more importantly, I needed to get Grant away from Garrett. Even if it was for just a few minutes.

The Bus's engines whirled outside, and I felt us lift off the ground. An added complication, for sure, but not enough to change the plan I'd just formed in my head. I took a deep breath in and out, steadying my heartbeat and readying myself for the action ahead, like Grant had taught me years and years ago. Then, I jumped as high as I could, bringing my handcuffed hands under my feet and around to the front of my body as I did. Before anybody could register my movement, I darted forward and struck Garrett in the chest as hard as I could, putting all my weight and momentum behind both of my hands.

Garrett went down like a sack of bricks. He doubled over, gripping his middle as he groaned. I brought my knee up and hit him again before anybody could stop me, and then I took off running through the familiar passages of the jet that I used to call home.

"Garrett!" I heard Grant cry, distress in his voice that sent a pang running through my chest. I ducked around a corner at the sound of thundering footsteps behind me, and soon the agents that'd followed Grant and I from the minute we set foot on the Bus came rushing into the small common area in front of all our bunks, one room over from Garrett and Grant.

I heard shouting from the other room, and Grant's voice faded as he told Garrett to wait just a second. I tried to keep a piece of my attention focused on that while I engaged the three agents who'd decided to chase me. Even with my hands tied, they weren't much of a match for me.

I wrapped my arms around the neck of the one who'd come in last, using him as a human shield against his friends as I held him in the sleeper hold.

One by one, I worked through my three assailants, until they were each unconscious on the ground. As soon as the last one was down, I paused to tune back in to the goings-on in the other room, and heard Grant's voice as he assured Garrett that he would live. Apparently Cybertek was preparing to treat him in Miami.

I made the quick decision that I had enough time to make sure these three wouldn't continue to be a problem, so I dragged them into my old bunk (right next to Grant's) and then wedged a loose piece of the dining table's structure into the door so it couldn't open again. It likely wouldn't hold them for very long, but it was better than nothing. I took a few extra seconds to wrestle out of my handcuffs, my mind working as I did.

With Garrett and his three goons incapacitated, I had decent hope of getting Grant alone. I heard Raina, an inhuman we'd been struggling with, promising to stay in the room with Garrett and keep him safe. And then, I heard Garrett's voice hissing at Grant, barely above an ugly whisper.

"I need you to put her down."

I straightened, hands on my hips as my handcuffs finally dropped from my wrists, and frowned. There was no mistaking what he meant, but I couldn't imagine he actually thought he'd get very far ordering Grant to kill me.

"What?" Grant's voice, barely louder than Garrett's. I shifted a little closer to the doorway to hear better. "No. There's plenty of time. I won't leave you."

"And I'm telling you to cross her off for me. It's not a weakness, is it?"

The silence seemed to stretch for years. Then, finally, Grant's voice:

"No."

I turned on my heel and ran.

The nightmare continued, apparently, as the man who'd saved my life more times than I could count anymore had apparently just agreed to be my murderer. I couldn't believe he'd actually go through with it, but I also couldn't believe he'd entertain Garrett to this point. I couldn't take any risks, not now.

I slid down the ladder between the sleeping compartment and the cockpit, landing in the maze of pods in the hull just as I heard heavy footsteps overhead. My heart started racing in my chest, a fear like I'd never felt in all my near-death experiences at SHIELD gripping my chest.

Grant wouldn't actually kill me, would he?

I darted between the pods, and just like in a horror movie, I heard Grant's voice call out my name from behind me. I sped up, finally ducking into one of the pods and locking it behind me as I heard his footsteps closing in. My hand slammed on the locking device and it turned from green to red just in time. A second later, Grant appeared before me, his hand on the glass separating us.

"Open the door," he said, his eyes locked on mine. I could only see one of his hands, and my heart raced in my chest as I realized the other was likely level with his hip. I took an involuntary step backward.

"Grant... you're scaring me," I breathed, tears at last rising to the surface and threatening to fall. I'd fought them back once, but this time, I didn't think I'd be able to.

"Y/N, just open the door."

"No. I heard what you said, I heard what Garrett said. You... you wouldn't actually kill me. Would you?"

He grimaced, his jaw setting in the expression I recognized as him dealing with something he DID NOT want to deal with. My heart broke a little more in my chest.

"Just open the door."

"No! Grant, are you kidding me?" The tears were coming now, streaming down my cheeks, and I stepped towards Grant again, pressing up against the glass to get as close to him as possible. "I love you! You're my best friend, you're my partner! You're supposed to have my back through anything! I... I'd started daydreaming about marrying you! About the two of us, having the SHIELD careers recruits would be hearing about for the rest of time, before finally retiring somewhere nice together. Every time I thought about my future, Grant, you were in it... and now I might not have a future because of you? Are you kidding me?"

His expression flickered, and he couldn't keep some sadness and regret off his face when he looked at me through the glass this time. The tiniest spark of hope fluttered in my chest. If he felt bad, maybe I could still talk him off the ledge. Maybe I didn't have to lose the love of my life.

"I'm sorry. I tried to tell you... I'm a bad man. I'm not the man you thought you fell in love with."

"Bullshit!" I cried, slamming my fist into the glass in front of me. Grant jumped a little, surprise registering on his face. "You are exactly who I think you are. I know you, Grant, I've spent the last fifteen years of my life with you. Garrett may think he knows you, but he's wrong. He knows who he wants you to be. But I know who you actually are."

"You don't-"

"The sugary, caramely coffee drinks you secretly love but refuse to let anybody else but me know you drink?" I said, interrupting him with a hand on my hip, my eyes locked on his. "How invested you got in The Circle when I made you watch it on Netflix? All the time we spent planning what our strategy would be if we ever went on the show together?"

He grimaced, but I didn't give him a second to respond.

"The face mask you did with me that you loved, and all the stupid pictures we took together with the masks on? Your aggressive hatred of the Patriots even though you're from Massachusetts? The fact that you sleep best with a sleep mask, and that you have to take your socks off right before you get under the covers? Not a moment before, and definitely not after? All of that shared history, all of those things we've shared and that I've gotten to see, and you think I don't know you?"

Grant just stared at me, looking at a loss for words. I let mine hang in the air for a minute, then continued.

"I highly doubt John Garrett could list even one of those things. And those little things that you do every day, that you can't fake? That's you Grant. I know you. I know you've saved me more times than I can even count, from the demons in the real world and the ones inside my own head. So I get that Garrett's got you believing you're some kind of secret evil supervillain, but I know enough to know how ridiculous that is. You're the best man I've ever met, Grant. Please, believe me over that piece of shit upstairs that never cared enough to know the real you."

Grant still didn't speak for a few long moments, but this time, I just let the silence hang. I held his gaze, the tears having finally stopped. I didn't wipe away the remnants as they slowly dried on my face. Finally, Grant sighed, breaking eye contact to look down at the ground before returning his stare to me.

"And how exactly do you see this going?" he asked, his voice low. He'd leaned in a little, like we were co-conspirators, and I swear I felt a weight lift off my chest. The glimmer of hope had turned into a full light. "What do you expect to happen next, after all this? Don't tell me you still see a happy ending, with us retiring after full careers at SHIELD."

I sighed through my nose and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, before fixing Grant with a look. He raised his eyebrows, and I had to fight back a laugh, mostly at the relief for that small moment of our relationship back to normal.

"Well, no, I don't think that's in the cards anymore," I deadpanned. "But the only important part of my vision of the future has been you, Grant. I don't care if we get mentioned in SHIELD classes years from now or if we're labeled as failures, examples of what not to do. All that matters to me is you."

He stared at me for a few more long, silent moments. For most people, he would've been unreadable, but I recognized the slightly-wider eyes, the deer-in-headlights look he got whenever I admitted big feelings that he didn't expect me to share. It was a good sign, and when he swallowed and cleared his throat, his expression had all of the grim defeat gone, replaced instead by a shaky hope.

"So what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting we run," I said simply. "It's not too late, let's go. Let's ditch it all, and go somewhere we can start a new life together. Screw Garrett, screw SHIELD, screw Hydra. All that matters is you and me."

Grant stared at me like he didn't believe I was real. Slowly, swallowing heavy again, he nodded. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he finally managed, nodding again, more sure this time. "Yeah, let's do that. You're... you're all that matters to me, too."

My small smile broke into a full-on grin, and at last, I hit the lock on the door. I slid it open the moment the lock flashed green, darting forward to close the space between me and Grant and wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. I buried my face in his chest, and after a moment, he wrapped his arms around me in return.

"Well. I guess she was a weakness."

Grant and I's heads snapped up in unison to find John Garrett standing just down the hallway from us. I narrowed my eyes. Of course he'd picked this moment to show up.

Grant stiffened under my arms, and I could feel the stress radiating off of him. Garrett took a small step towards us, but I didn't dare move, lest Grant feel anymore trapped than he already did. Besides, holding him tight in a hug we'd shared during and after a thousand traumatic experiences felt like the best leg up on Garrett I could get.

"Agent Ward, I didn't train you to be a pushover. I trained you to be a man who could go in and do the job that needed to be done," said Garrett. "It's not too late. You don't want to disappoint me, son."

At the same time Garrett's words washed over Grant, he took another step closer, and his hand flexed at his side. Grant flinched under me, and I saw red.

In almost fifteen years, Grant had never flinched. Not like this. When something came flying at his face? Sure. When an especially good jump scare happened in a horror movie and he tried to hide how badly it had scared him? Always. But when someone stood apart from us, subtly threatening him? Never. Not once.

Garrett had clearly manipulated him, badly. I knew that. Throughout the course of this interaction, I'd assumed Garrett had crossed the line into mental abuse, too. But now, I realized it had gone even further. To mental and physical abuse. Garrett had hit Grant enough after Grant "failed" him, that my boyfriend, who'd stared down some of the scariest people in the world without fear, stood next to me trembling, caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Think things through here, Ward," said Garrett, continuing his slow walk towards us. "Either you kill her, or I do. Weaknesses are unacceptable, especially now that we've come out of the shadows. A happy ending doesn't exist to this love story that came from your lies at SHIELD. So don't be stupid, son. Don't make this worse on yourself than it has to be-"

My hand moved before my brain actually registered what I was doing. I grabbed the gun out of the holster at Grant's waist, the one I thought he might've decided to use on me only about ten minutes ago, and I levelled it at Garrett. I was aware enough to realize this wasn't an Icer; this had the ability to do lethal damage. And for the first time ever, I decided I didn't care. I shot John Garrett in the chest, twice. He dropped to his knees, the life quickly fading out of him, leaving a crumpled heap on the floor.

The gun fell out of my hand and clattered to the ground, my hands were shaking so bad. I dropped to my knees, a wave roaring in my ears as I stared at Garrett's dead body. Vaguely, I registered tears streaming down my face. What had I just done?

A second later, Grant dropped next to me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me to him. Not only had I just killed someone, I'd killed someone important to Grant. In front of him. His abuser, yes, but that wouldn't make it much easier to watch the man he thought saved him die before his eyes.

"Grant... I'm so sorry," I breathed, the words coming out broken around sobs and gulps for air. I shook my head and buried it into his shoulder, the reality of everything washing over me again and again, like waves pounding into the shore. "I can't believe... I just killed someone. I'm so sorry, I... I've always found another way. Always. All life is precious and important, but he was just so rotten- And he was hurting you- I'm so sorry."

I broke, words failing me as I shook, sobbing, head buried in Grant's chest. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me tight, which only made me feel worse. We stayed like that for a few moments, until I finally got a hold of myself enough to look at him. His eyes remained on Garrett's broken form, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

"Grant... how can you be comforting me right now? After what I did to someone you care about, I-"

I broke off again, the words turning into choked sobs as I ducked my head back into his chest. I squeezed my eyes tight, waiting for Grant to come to his senses enough to pull away. Instead, he sighed, and pulled me closer.

"Come on, is that even a real question?" he asked, his words as shaky as both of us combined. "The same way you forgave me for everything I did. I love you. And... if you, of all people, decided the right decision was to shoot John Garrett? ...Well, I don't know. Maybe he was having a worse impact on me than I realized."

I cried harder at that, relief and sadness and a thousand other emotions that had been warring in my chest all day coming together to be processed as one. After a few moments, I felt Grant's shaky breathing and a few drops of wetness on the top of my head as he cried silently with me. Grief for a lot of things gripped us both, but at least we could cling to each other.

A few long minutes later, we finally pulled apart and helped each other to stand. We were both still shaking, and I did my best to stand between Grant and Garrett's body. It felt wrong to keep my back to Garrett, to let myself avoid facing what I'd done, but I just couldn't make myself do it.

Wordlessly, we wandered back up to the main level of the Bus. Raina still waited here somewhere, but we didn't see her, and we didn't seek her out as we headed for the cockpit. With a few looks, we both knew exactly what we wanted and needed to do. I held Grant's hand tight in my own as we had the Quinjet set down immediately, in the middle of a field in Oklahoma. Neither of us wanted to be on board a second longer.

We walked out of the cockpit and towards the ramp in the back, avoiding any of the cargo bay where so much had happened. We found Raina in the living room, but she didn't try to stop us. Hand in hand, Grant and I walked off the ramp and out into the field. A moment later, the plane took off again, continuing on its original course and leaving us behind.

Grant tugged me closer to him and wrapped an arm around me, and we leaned on each other as the plane disappeared into the sky. Both of us still shook a little, and we were each the only thing keeping the other standing. After a minute, once the plane completely disappeared from sight, Grant spoke in a quiet voice.

"So... what do we do now?"

"...I guess we just start walking."

I looked up at him and our eyes connected for a few moments, holding each other's stares and trying to promise the other that everything would be okay. With Garrett gone, now more than ever, there was nothing stopping us from leaving all the hurt and bad memories behind, and starting over somewhere new. With any luck, Raina would tell people we were dead along with John Garrett, and that would be the end of our involvement with SHIELD and Hydra.

For now, though, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the man standing beside me as we turned, our backs to the plane and its path, and started walking towards our new future, hand in hand and one foot in front of the other.

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Marvel Taglist: @valkyriepirate @luv-ghostie

[dwindlinghaze]

want you in my bloodline

(any peter parker x fem!reader)

summary: peter gets more far away from you...

contents: angst, loneliness, extortion, love confessions, fluff, happy ending !!

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everyone can tell. everyone in the room can. peter and you have always been friends since the peak of dawn and everyone can tell there might be something more if they look into it.

even ned knows.

it's always have been you and peter with an additional ned leeds.

but lately he has been getting distant from you. it started when he cancelled your pizza night for the first time in his lifetime. after that things just crumbled side to side.

"hey pete," you waved at him but he barely looked up at his phone. seemingly interested in the news article about spiderman. he didn't even look up to greet you.

"hm?" was all you got.

"do you want to reschedule our pizza night to tonight?" you asked hoping for a 'yes'. "it's just that- i feel like this is our tradition and we should never broke traditions... right?"

peter thought for a while, his eyes darting up and down, "i don't think i can make it. sorry, dove," he replied, eyes still focused on the screen.

"tis alright," you nod your head. "i've to go, see you."

you received no reply.

"is there something wrong with you and pete?" ned asked, eyeing you weirdly.

"i don't know," you shrugged, sadness overcoming your heart.

"peter's been absent lately. i thought he was with you but then you told he wasn't," he stopped to think for a while, "what do you think he's doing? i doubt peter has friends outside of us."

you chuckled airily at him. "that's a bit mean, don't you think?" then you heard voices. a voice that's familiar and a voice of a girl.

there he was, standing right outside the cafeteria. peter was talking happily with gwen, the most beautiful girl in school.

"hey y/n!" peter said while skipping to your table. "haven't seen you around ned! how're you? how's lola doing?"

"i think you would know how she is if you actually pay attention to us," you whispered.

"what's with you?" peter asked, seemingly offended.

"you barely talk to us anymore, and when you do, you're distracted."

"that's not true!"

"well, if that's the case then you would know that lola just got a new couch in her attic and we asked you to help us set it but- you know the answer."

"i'm busy alright?" he said. "ned are you hearing this right now?"

"i agree with y/n. honestly, i feel a lot more closer to y/n these past few weeks rather than to you. you have been missing out on the fun stuff we've done," ned talked giddily.

peter frowns at his statement. never once has ned ever been closer to you than he is in the three years of friendship. you and him are inseparable since elementary school.

somehow peter felt unwell. he shouldn't be jealous of his best friend for spending time with you without him but he is.

"i'm going to get groceries after school, can you guys come with me?" ned asked.

"i'm busy, sorry," he just said, opening his lunch.

seeing ned's expression fell, you spoke up, "i'll go with you, ned. i want to buy a baguette." you said the last part with a laugh.

ned snorted too, making peter confused. you two have an inside joke now? oh he is definitely jealous. "you know what? maybe i can come."

the three of you walked together for the first time in a while. in the middle of shopping, peter's phone rang, making you look at him reluctantly. you can see gwen's name on his screen, making your heart sink once more.

"i'll be back," then he is gone. when he did come back it's just to say that he has to go.

lately he's been spending a lot more time with gwen than you. or even ned. if anything, you're happy that peter finally found someone so perfect and kindhearted because he deserves it the most.

most importantly, you're going to be a supportive friend. you're not going to let your silly feelings for him ruin his relationship with gwen. nor anyone else.

you walked home alone, freezing from the cold breeze. usually peter is by your side, hugging you as you walk to keep you warm. he isn't though. not tonight. maybe never again.

the sight of peter and gwen walking down the stairs sent you crushing. he seemed happier with her than with you.

even gwen herself has flirted with him multiple times, though peter never noticed it because he is oblivious to his surroundings. oblivious to your loneliness.

"wait, correct me if i'm wrong- but aren't you and y/n a thing? i've seen you both everyday together and i don't want to interrupt," gwen said to peter one day.

hearing this in real life, peter seemed to be absent from reality. he did in fact, knows how he feels about you and maybe by chance he knows how you feel about him too but he will always deny it. even may spoke about this for a few times.

"oh no- er- me and y/n are-," he paused trying to find the right word, "we're best friends. she is my best friend since forever."

"are you sure there's nothing more?"

yes gwen, there is something more but a freaking radioactive spider has bitten me so now my chance has completely dropped to zero. and i don't even know if she feels the same for me. it's very complicated and confusing and it's been killing me slowly fo-

"i think that silence answered my question," gwen giggled, patting him on his shoulder. "just don't mess things up. i don't know her but i know her well enough to know that she is golden."

just like that, gwen walked away, leaving peter in a daze.

you watched the interaction from afar. you saw how peter was stunned after the fact that gwen patted his shoulder. it had you thinking of how many times you have touched him and how he didn't even react to it.

you decided to have a stroll outside your house, just around the neighbourhood to clear your mind off of things- peter things.

you absolutely despises yourself for letting him make you sad. you planned to get over this immaturity you have starting from tonight.

right when you turn along the sidewalk, a man pulled you right against a wall by your neck. "give me that wallet!" he threatened, pulling a knife from his pocket.

"please leave me alone! i'm as broke and lonely as you are!" you cried out.

the man laughs. "you are one-" he didn't get to finish your question as for you had punched him as hard as you can.

"you're gonna pay that back!" he launched at you but something tripped him down. it seemed like a spider web did.

"oh my god," you whispered, blinking away tears as you look at the man laying face down on the cement.

"are you okay?" another man walked towards you. it was dark so you didn't know it was spider-man until he was in front of you.

"don't touch me!" you yelled, backing away from him.

"i'm not going to hurt you! i'm spider-man," he assured you. "please answer my question, are you okay?"

"i guess i am," you answered, "uh thank you for that."

"no problem. it's my duty to keep the citizens of new york safe," he replied confidently.

the robber almost stabbed spider-man's back but thanks to his quick reflexes, spider-man was able to doge the knife away, sending it flying to the ground.

"i always thought robbers should be smarter if they want to harm a person," spider-man said cockily. "i mean like- man come on! i have the spider senses- your people should grow some brains!" he said as he webbed him to a wall.

"i have some recommendations to make you smarter! first you should eat vegetables. i assume you don't really eat them by looking at your crocodile textured skin. fish and berries are also really good for brain cells!"

"alright shut up you insect!" the man growled, kicking the web uselessly. "i get it! just call the police already! jesus, a superhero should learn to not be annoying."

"the police are already here. au revoir!" spider-man saluted to the police that has arrived on the crime scene.

spider-man looked around to find you standing in the sidewalk with a confused and traumatised expression. peter wants nothing more than to pull you right in between his arms and comfort you, but he isn't peter tonight, he's spider-man.

"hey miss, i can take you back home, just tell me your building and we'll fly to it with my webs," he offered gently.

"it's not far from here. i'd just walk, thanks," you replied.

"right then i'll walk with you, just making sure you get home safe," he smiled through his mask.

"no, you go back to your duties, i'm fine," you said tiredly. spider-man's voice sounds familiar to you and you don't want to hear it more so you started to walk away.

"the city is calm tonight, other than that," he walked right beside you.

"congratulations?"

"er thanks," he said unsurely. "why are you walking alone at night anyway? it's not worth it, y'know."

"i know. every now and then there's always news about- stuff," you huffed. "just want to clear my mind is all."

"off of what?" he asked curiously.

"that's a bit personal spidey," you poked his side. "here's my home, goodbye!"

"bye," he said back. as he walked away from your porch, the conversation between him and gwen replayed in his mind again and again.

to be real, being away from you has been the most difficult. he knows he has to make things right. god knows what will happen if this goes on for a long time.

"pete, you and y/n seemed a bit... off," ned said, side eyeing him.

"i know," peter sighed.

"i think she likes you and you've been spending time with another girl lately, it's sad to see my best friend sad," ned continued, "i tried to cheer her up the other day. i gave her flowers, don't know that helps or not."

"you gave her what now?" peter yelled, wide eyed, making the people around looked at him. "sorry. but what the hell ned? you just said that she likes me but the next second you gave her flowers?"

"it's not from me pete," ned scoffed. "lola just planted tulips in our balcony and told me to give y/n some because it's getting crowded in the pot."

"oh right- my bad," peter replied, embarrassed. "what should i do?"

"you like her right?"

"yes.. i mean- who doesn't? she is perfect to me in every ways and i don't know what i'm going to do with myself."

"tell her how you feel. easy."

"oh really? was it easy for you to tell betty how you feel?"

"well no," ned considered, "but you and y/n are best friends. you know each other more than anyone!"

"that's exactly why! we are best friends."

"look here pete, i'm not the best at love advices or let alone basic advices, but take this to consideration. tell her how you feel! it's better to get the answers directly from her rather than figuring it out yourself which most likely be confusing and frustrating your own heart. give her flowers, she seemed to like those tulips i gave."

peter stood silent for a moment, nodding his head slowly. "right. you're right ned! this is why you're my best friend! thank you! i better get going now."

peter left running to a flower shop nearby, buying you a bunch of different types of flowers. asking the owner of what each of them symbolises. then he ran to your place.

you heard a soft tap in your window, thinking it was a bird so you continued doing your homework. but the tapping continued, making you groan.

you opened the curtain to see peter there, with a bouquet of messy flowers in his hand. "what are you doing here?"

"um here," he pushed the flower towards you. "it's for you, sorry it's kinda ruined- it's windy outside."

"thank you," you set the flowers down on your desk. "i don't think it's windy though," you said as you look comically at the trees outside, not even a leaf moved.

"well that doesn't matter, i want to er tell you," he gulped. "something."

"okay, come here," you signed for him to sit on the bed besides you.

"i'm sorry, for everything i've done. didn't do- more specifically," he held his head in shame. "i miss you, y/n."

"same, pete," you smiled.

"i don't know how say this but i don't want us to be like this anymore. i don't want to miss our pizza nights anymore. i look back and regret how i spent most of my time without you these past few weeks. this just made me realise how important you are in my life and i don't want to ever let you slip away."

he looked sad. you wanted to hug him and tell him that it's okay but you silently urged him to continue anyway because it was his fault.

"i've been a horrible friend. i know. from now on i will be the best version of myself for you because you deserve the best versions of everything. i want to laugh with you and cry with you and also do silly things together- because i know you will never make fun of me for that. i want to hold your hand while we watch star wars together. i want to build lego spaceships together.

i want to take you out on dates. i want to take you on top of the empire state building because the view there is amazing and i want you to see it. i want to do everything- possible or impossible- as long as you're there. i want to make you happy. lastly, i want us to be something more. i want to do those stuff not as friends but as something more. i'm in love with you, and always have but i'm just too afraid to say it.

if you don't feel the same way that's completely fine and i will respect your decision and we will continue to be best friends and we will ignore everything i said earlier. i just want an answer to a question i've been searching for since grade seven."

"i thought you and gwen were something," you spoke.

"no! absolutely not! she is pretty and i always respect people's different opinions and what not but you are the only one for me. in my universe there's no one else except you," peter declared.

"that's really sweet," you chuckled, wiping tears away. "i feel the same pete, i want to do all of those stuff with you. i love you too,"

"okay-" he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "um come here, i miss you," he opened his arms for you. you reluctantly gave in.

"sorry for making you feel neglected. i promise gwen and i are just friends. i talk to her often because of the internship at oscorp. don't worry yourself okay?" he whispered to you.

"just felt sad that you prefer her over me but it's alright. i was being stupid."

"don't say that. you are not stupid. after all these years you have live, you have never been stupid once. don't invalidate your feelings- i would feel the same too. speaking of that- what is that baguette thing you have with ned," you can practically feel his frown.

you chuckled, letting go of him. "me and ned were walking down to an ice cream parlour when a man got slapped by his daughter with a baguette. you should've been there, it was so funny."

"i wish i were there to see that," peter chuckled.

then silent grew between you. it was comforting though- well, at least to you. peter was still unsure whether you said you felt the same way about him or he just hallucinated it.

"wait- please forgive me if i'm wrong but you said you felt the same way about me right?" he said, growing nervous as his cheeks grew maroon.

"i did, yes," you looked up at him, smiling.

"let's say we're in a book- or in a movie," he paused. "isn't this the part where we-"

"we what, peter?"

"we do-" he squeezed his eyes, not knowing how to say it without sounding too embarrassed.

"kiss?" you inquired.

"yeah, that," he laughed nervously.

"um sure," you nodded.

"okay erm-" he now turned fully to you. meeting your eyes. "sorry i've never done this before," he placed a hand on your cheek.

"me neither," you whispered.

"we're both equal then," he grinned. slowly but surely, peter leaned to you. it's nothing like you're ever imagined. it was hesitant and nervous though very tender and soft.

you placed your hand on the back of his neck, trying to make it more comfortable. "we're amateurs," you pulled back slightly, grinning.

"yes but i would love to learn how to do it better," he replied. "let's practice together yeah?"

"you're a nerd," you said, rolling your eyes.

"who cares if i'm a nerd? even a nerd can get a girl like you so i'm not complaining!"

then he kissed you for the second time. this time, it was different. he's not shy and you were not nervous anymore. it was gentle and sweet. he pulled you to him, wrapping both of his arms around you while yours were in his fluffy hair. you felt him shivering when you ran your fingers through his hair, making you giggle quietly.

"i have one more thing to tell you. please promise to keep this a secret alright?" he said once you were out of breath.

"mhm sure what is it?"

"i'm spider-man."

"you are?"

"...yes"

"there's nothing i can do about it rather than to tell you to please be safe. please."

"always. as long as i can come back and see your smile, i always will."

[gamerbearmira]

THEY'RE SO SILLY

The baker and the chameleon...sobbing...

Nah, but I've been meaning to write this for a while. I haven't done much for the spouses of the mama Isa au. Actually, if y'all have any ideas for the spouses (or parents) let me know because I really need to do more for them and do more info on them

ANYWAYYYYYY YEAH <3333 Camilo finally built up enough courage and planned for weeks for this day lmao. They're so ψ(｀∇´)ψ

LES GET IT

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Camilo fiddled with the small box in his pocket. He did his best to prevent himself from transforming into anyone else. Though, he knew Cereza would recognize him anyway. She always saw through his Gift, and always recognized him. No matter who he was. He didn't know how, maybe by some magic, but she always saw just...him.

He looked around. Waiting. Searching for her. He knew his family was somewhere nearby, watching him, waiting to watch him pop the question to her. Of course he didn't mind, it put him at ease that they were there for him, to support him. He loved his family more than anything, and he wanted Cereza to be apart of that.

Camilo reached in his pocket, opening up the small black box. He opened it carefully, looking inside of at the ring. His sister-- Luisa's husband, Oriano, had made it. Camilo asked after seeing the rings he made for Isabela and her husband and later Luisa and himself. Camilo was so excited when Oriano accepted, and he was even more happy when he had gotten the ring a couple weeks prior to this day.

His fingers traced the small etchings on the gold ring. It was the first letter of Cereza's name and Camilo's, 2 C's intertwined, along with the day they met. Camilo had a second ring on standby, in the hopes that she said yes. It had taken him weeks to get her ring measurement, because Cereza didn't wear much jewelry, especially on her hands. Mostly due to the fact that she was a baker, of course. Another thing he loved about her.

He fiddled with the box. He was half tempted to go inside Casita and ask his tía Lola when Cereza was coming. Of course, he knew she would come, she always did. But that didn't make him any less nervous.

He was terrified, actually.

He and Cereza had actually talked about getting married. And he genuinely wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But he couldn't help but go through the hundreds of different scenarios. Scenarios of the best and worst case scenario. He wanted the best case scenario. For her to say yes, and they happily get married and she join the Madrigal family officially. He already had his mamá, Isabela's blessing, and the blessing of Cereza's father.

"Camilo?" Camilo jumped, shoving the box into his pocket and turning around. He was so distracted he didn't even notice Cereza had walked up behind him.

"Cereza!" He said, a awkward smile on his face. "You're here!"

"Yeah, sorry I'm late. We had a really big work order and it took forever for us to clean up," Cereza explained, shrugging. "So what's up? How come you called me here? Not that I mind."

Camilo glanced towards Casita, where he knew the family was waiting. His hands felt sweaty, is this what Mirabel's hands were like? He pulled on the fringes of his poncho, taking a deep breath.

"There is...something I wanna talk about," Camilo said, his face growing serious. Cereza faltered, her eyebrows furrowing. Camilo rarely pulled a serious face, so it was clearly something important.

"W-Well what is it?" She asked, her chest tightening. She couldn't helo but feel scared. She hoped Camilo wasn't going to say what she thought he was. Not after all this time. They had something special.

Camilo closed his eyes, taking another deep breath before grabbing Cereza's hands.

"Cereza, you know I love you," Camilo said.

Cereza laughed nervously. "O-Of course. I love you too."

Camilo looked down before meeting her eyes again. "No, Cereza, I really do love you. A lot. Ever since I met you and you agreed to go on the date with me. And...you've stuck around for the past 2 years. A-And I really do appreciate it and I love you for it," Camilo felt tears well up in his eyes but he continued. "You are one of most kind and caring people I know. And you know I care about my family more than anything."

Camilo pulled away, albiet reluctantly, and reached into his pocket. Cereza's eyes widened as it slowly dawned on her what was happening. It also explained why her mother was so adamant on her cleaning up before going to see Camilo and why her papá let her leave earlier.

"Camilo...?" Cereza felt tears well up in her eyes, and her nose burned, but she was anything but sad. She couldn't be more happy. "What are you doing?" She asked, half laughing in disbelief and joy.

"Cereza. You are one of the most important people in my life. You are one of, if not the best thing to happen to me since we moved here and I met you," Camilo said gently. His hands were trembling as he got on his knee, opening the box and revealing the ring, which shined in the setting sun. "Cereza Castro, will you marry me?"

Cereza had tears pouring out if her eyes. She didn't say anything, couldn't, her breath caught in her throat. She stared at Camilo, who furrowed his eyebrows. Cereza, not wanting him to get the wrong idea, threw himself into her arms. She basically tackled him to the ground, finally finding her voice.

"Yes, yes!" Cereza exclaimed, smotheeing Camilo in kisses. "I will marry you Camilo Madrigal!"

Camilo looked shocked, but quickly laughed, hugging her back. He carefully put the ring on her finger and kissed her. The two stood, and it didn't take long for the rest of the family to come out, congratulating them. Cereza was surprised to see her family there too. She had found it strange how only her parents were at the bakery and left almost immediately after she did, but seeing her siblings so happy for her made her so happy.

Camilo and Cereza were brought inside, where a party had been set up. It was a surprise to Cereza and Camilo, because initially, Camilo thought it was a small gathering and Cereza didn't even know. But they didn't care.

Cereza was immediately pulled into a hug by her parents, and her siblings bombarded her with questions about the now upcoming wedding. Camilo watched her with a soft smile.

"You just got engaged and your already oogling her," Mirabel said, holding her infant daughter in her arms. Camilo stuck his tongue out at her. But his younger sister was right.

"Yeah ok. Like you didn't do the same with Vasco," Camilo said teasingly, shifting into her husband before he quickly shifted back, and she rolled her eyes playfully.

Both Luisa and Mirabel and their respective husband, and even Antonio, were teasing Camilo, but the four were quickly shooed away by Pepa and Félix. Pepa had tears in her eyes and Félix looked proud.

"Ay, mi nieto," Pepa said, pressing a kiss onto Camilo's forehead.

"Abuela," Camilo whined, and Félix shooed away her cloud.

"We're proud of you Camilo," Félix smiled amd Camilo returned it, he felt proud too. He had been so excited but so scared. But he knew that Cereza was the one for him, and he couldn't be more happy that they were going to be married.

Pepa and Félix walked off, joining the rest of the party and Cereza joined him again, leaning in his arm. Camilo kissed her head, holding her hand tightly. He could feel tge ring on her finger and he looked down at her. It felt so surreal. He had proposed to his now fiancee, and they were going ti be married. It was like a dream. A dream he never wanted to wake up from.

Camilo's gaze was pulled away when he saw his mamá, Isabela, and her husband, his papá, Canelo, walking over. Isabela handed Isabela a bouquet of flowers, and hugged the woman tightly.

"I can't wait for you to be my daughter," Isabela said and Cereza smiled up at Isabela. Isabela fawned and fussed over Cereza while Canelo congratulated Camilo and praised him. The matriarch finally turned to Camilo, with tears in her eyes.

"You have to promise to take care of her, ok?" Isabela said, and Camilo nodded. "And take care of my grandbabies if you have any."

"I will. Just like you mamá," Camilo whispered, and Isavela felt tears fall. Small flowers sprouted in her braid, and she peppered Camilo's face with kisses before she reluctantly pulled away, being led away by Canelo back to the party.

Camilo held Cereza close, holding her hand in his. As the two joined the rest of the families in party, Camilo hoped that this dream would never end.

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RAGGGHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

This took a lot longer because. I did the drawing last minute and ending up making the snippet longer lmao 💀💀

ANYWAYYYY I HOOE Y'ALL ENJOYED IT 🤭🤭🤭 again, if you have. Any ideas for mama isa hmu❗❗❗ y'all already know whats up 🤓☝☝

[lucy90712]

Road to recovery- Part 4

Masterlist How did he find my instagram? Why did he follow me? So many questions were swirling around my mind. I know he asked for my number but I expected just to never hear from him again I mean he's a very famous footballer who has so many friends and fans wishing him well why does he want to talk to me. It felt so surreal that all of this was happening I expected my life to get a bit crazier with training for and going to the Olympics but once that was taken away from me I didn't expect to still be wondering how I ended up here. 

A few of my close friends from school and the gym were quick to message me asking how I was feeling but also freaking out over Pablo liking my post. They wanted all of the details but I didn't give it to them I just gave them a vague story as I didn't think Pablo would want me telling my friends about his personal life. Most of them quickly moved on to telling me I had to try and get him to go on a date with me but I quickly shut them down. As much as I would really love that to happen as I can't lie Pablo is cute and over the day we spent together I have begun to develop feelings I know that it's never going to happen as he could probably have any girl he wanted, someone who is so much better than me in every way. 

After not getting much sleep I went to bed quite early and slept in later than I have in years which to most people still wouldn't be that late but to me if felt like I'd finally had a full nights sleep. Like always I picked up my phone to check what I'd missed while I was asleep and I had a couple messages so I went through them until I got to one from an unknown number. As I read it I could feel my phone slipping out of my hand due to the shock. I quickly added the number to my contacts and typed out a reply as the text was sent a few hours ago and I felt bad for not replying sooner. 

Pablo

Hey it's Pablo I hope you're doing ok. Thanks for keeping me company in the hospital it was really nice to have someone to talk to. I really want us to keep in contact so feel free to text me at any time 

You

I'm doing as well as I can, I hope you're ok too. I'm glad you text as I wanted to thank you for keeping me feeling positive without your encouragement I don't think I'd be feeling as hopeful about my recovery. Also if you ever need anything you can text me too 

Pablo 

Don't worry about it you helped lift my spirits too so I had to make sure you felt the same I'm just glad we have each other and I really do mean it when I say if you need anything just text me 

You

Thank you I really appreciate it 

Just reading those texts made me smile. Maybe this injury isn't such a bad thing after all especially if I end up with a friend like Pablo.

Gavi's POV

Since I woke up I've written and rewritten a text to Lola probably 100 times. I want to text her as I really do want to be at least friends with her and I don't want her thinking that I just asked for her number to be nice and that I won't actually keep in contact. I just have no idea what to say I want to come across friendly but we don't know each other well enough for her to know how I text. Eventually I just decided to hit send but then I just kept checking my phone to see if she replied. The longer that went by the more I started to worry that she didn't actually want to hear from me or that I upset her somehow. Eventually I had to stop myself as there is so many plausible reasons that she hasn't answered me yet and I'm only making myself feel worse by thinking about it. 

There's not a whole lot I can do but I found something to watch to keep me distracted for a while. It worked until I heard my phone sound out from across the room and I couldn't stop myself reaching for it. As soon as I saw the text was from Lola I typed my passcode in at lightning speed and finally opened the message. 

She's so sweet I can't believe I was so cold to her at first I'm so glad she didn't take that to heart as having her to talk to has been so nice. Having someone who's going through the exact same thing and knows the struggle I think will really help both of us which is why I wanted to keep talking to her that and because she's so beautiful that I can't just let her leave my life without getting to know her properly. I don't know if it was because we were forced together or what but I found myself developing feelings for her and not feelings I've felt with any other girl so I have to see where that goes or I know I'll regret it later in life. 

I so desperately wanted to see her again but I know that we both need a bit of rest before we start doing too much and realistically we don't know each other that well and I don't want to move too fast and make her uncomfortable. I'm hoping that we can keep talking to try and get to know each other better and then maybe I can ask to see her in person again as I already miss seeing her smiling face across the room from me. 

A/n: sorry this is short it's kind of a filler 

[cas-skz]

Behind Closed Doors (Part 4.3)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Summary: The morning after sends you into a panic and San into disappointment. You both have your own way of dealing with the aftermath.

Word Count: 3,052

Warnings/Tags: 18+ , NSFW, MDNI, Mature Content, Language, Alcohol use, Pet Names, Slight Choking/Dominance, Smut, Angst, Unprotected Sex

Written By: @littleforeignaffairs

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You came into consciousness, the sunlight seeping into the room from between the blinds. Though your eyes were already closed, you squeezed them shut. You stretch out, feeling the sheets against your bare skin. It's at that moment you remember the night before. You sit up quickly, gripping the blanket to your body. It takes a couple seconds for your eyes to adjust to the light. When they do, you see you’re alone in bed.

You furrow your brows, looking around the room and on the floor. Looking for any sign that San had been there. You get on your knees starting to the edge of the bed when you hear footsteps; bare feet sticking against the floor. San walks through your bedroom wearing just a towel, drying his hair with another.

“You're awake”

You stare at him blankly

“I hope you don’t mind that I used the shower”

Still, no words leave your mouth. San stares back at you, standing in front of the bed. His gaze slowly becomes filled with concern.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You suddenly snap back to reality and hop off the bed.

“Oh, this is bad”

You begin to pace around your room, your feet scuffling under the dragging blanket.

San watches you closely

“You mean…”

He points to you, and then himself

You sigh, stopping in front of him.

“San”

You start, then quickly correct yourself

“No, Mr. Choi”

San scoffs a laugh, running his hand through his hair. He shakes his head a little.

“You didn’t think that last night”

He cuts you off

“Its problemat-”

“Why? Because of the club. Because we work in the same office?”

“I mean, its kind of both”

“So? Its not like I want to just fuck around”

“San, still”

San looks in your eyes, he looks hurt. Offended.

“It doesn’t matter that I started having feelings for you? Before we even worked at the same office”

You look away from him, hugging your body. San shook his head again, his jaw protruding. He picks up his clothing, pulling on his bottoms before leaving the room. It was only a few seconds before you heard your apartment door slam. The sound made you wince. You slip down onto the floor. Your chest and throat tighten. You knew at some point you started to really like him too. But, you couldn’t act on it. You lean your head onto your bed, letting the tears well in your eyes.

* * *

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid”

Tiff hits you repeatedly

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

You had invited Tiff over to day drink, in hopes that it would make you feel better. But Tiff is a clear fan of Lola and Papi, she couldn’t wait to see you and San really get together.

You shield yourself from Tiff’s hands, and sigh heavily when she stops. You grab one of the bottles of wine off the floor, you take a long sip before leaning your head back to rest on your bed.

“You’re not helping”

You groan

“Oh? Am I not!?”

She places her hand on her chest

“I thought I was here to tell you that you’re a FUCKING IDIOT, because you LIKE the man”

You take another drink. You didn’t bother grabbing glasses when she came in. You figured this was how the situation would go; Tiff would be dramatic and complain, while you just got drunk.

“Tiff. He’s a client and my boss. There are boundaries”

“Fuck the boundaries! I have never heard you say anything bad about that man”

Tiff points to the door, acting as if San was there.

“You’re happy when he comes to the club. You’ve even been working late at the office and ditching me. You spend so much time with him already, why is it an issue now”

You run your finger around the lip on the bottle, eyes looking into it. You knew why it was a problem. San could get seriously reprimanded for getting involved with an employee. You think back to this morning, he didn’t seem to care that he could get in trouble. He was more concerned on you knowing how you felt. You groan loudly, pulling your knees up to your chest and letting your head hit them.

“There it is”

Tiff says with relief.

* * *

 

You knew it was going to be painful, again, going back to work. You already took off yesterday to drink and get yelled at by Tiff. Its time to face the awkwardness of seeing Mr. Choi. Once again, you walk into work and his office lights are off. Its hard to pinpoint your feelings; relief, concern, curiosity. You remove your jacket and sit at your desk, beginning your work.

It doesn’t take long for you to catch up on your missed work from the day before. It appears that Mr. Choi had did what he could to keep you from falling behind. A pang of guilt turned your stomach. You look to the clock. Its almost noon, and Mr. Choi hasn’t arrived yet. You pull up his schedule for the day, he should have been here by now.

You go to your purse, pulling out your phone. Panic hits you seeing multiple missed calls and texts from both Mr. Choi and Tiff.

“What the fuck is going on”

You decide to phone Mr. Choi first. It rings a few times, though it feels infinite. The ringing stops, before a greeting could be heard from the other side of the line, you chime in.

“San? What’s going on? Where are you?"

“Oh, so you’re on a first name basis now, huh?”

It was Tiff.

“Wait.. Why”

“Just come to the club”

She hung up immediately.

You run over to the club in record time, bursting through the doors. You breathe heavily, looking around the bar. You see Tiff behind the bar, her arms crossed over her chest. She’s looking at a male patron sitting at the bar. He’s slouched over. You start to walk over slowly, catching Tiff’s eyes. What you thought at first was anger, was actually a mix between sadness and disappointment.

You come up beside the man, leaning forward to peek at their face. It was Mr. Choi. You bring your hand up to your nose; he reeked of alcohol and damp clothing. You turned back to Tiff.

“Apparently, he’s been bar hopping since last evening”

She sighs. Tiff holds a few drink menus in her hand, looking from San to you. She quickly slaps you on the top of your head with a menu.

“Stupid”

You rub your head immediately at the sting.

“I got it!”

You spit.

Tiff raises a brow, looking you up and down. She holds her other hand up, a pair of keys hung on her finger.

“Take him home”

You nod, taking the keys. You place a hand on Mr. Choi’s shoulder.

“San…Let’s go”

To your surprise, he complies easily.

The drive to San’s house was quiet. He was conscious but didn’t say anything and didn’t look at you. You’ve never been to his house before. You only knew his address for business purposes; mainly when he had asked you to send dry cleaning home for him. The condo he lives in is extremely nice. He, of course, lives in a room on the top floor.

You half laugh to yourself, entering his place. He always gave off that “rich boy” vibe. His furniture is modern, very sleek. It matched his wardrobe choices. You guide him inside and to the bathroom.

“Are you always this dramatic when a girl rejects you”

You try to joke with him, once again he doesn’t speak to you. You clear your throat awkwardly. You stand behind him, slipping off his jacket.

“Clean up. You stink”

San turns to face you, his eyes are intense, and they have you hooked. He grabs hold of your wrist.

“Help me”

He whispers

Your mouth suddenly feels dry, hearing his request. You drop his jacket onto the bathroom floor and turn on the shower for him. San’s eyes keep watch, they seemed like black ice. Cold and sharp, and it makes your heart pound. Your fingers tremble on the buttons of his shirt. You look to his eyes, then back to the buttons. Him watching you is making you nervous.

You want him to talk to you, yell or fight like you did the other night. Anything but silence. You feel as though he’s angry at you. He probably is. You would probably be angry at you too. Your hands land on his stomach, sliding up over his chest and shoulders to slip his shirt off his arms. You look over his body, you’ve seen it already, but each time has felt like a new experience. Your eyes focus on his arm that you bandaged the previous night. Its stained with blood.

“You didn’t go get it checked out? I’m not a doctor you know”

You begin to unwrap the gauze.

“Why”

He starts. He grabs your hand gently. It catches you off guard, you look to meet his eyes.

“Are you concerned?”

“Yes”

Your voice so quiet, it could barely be heard over the screech of the shower. San places your hand on his face, his hand covering yours.

“What will you do about it then”

San is challenging you, and you’re fully aware. No matter how hard you try you can’t pull your eyes off him. San leans down, touching his lips to yours softly. At first, you don’t move, not wanting to kiss him back. You were already captivated with his eyes, now his touch is making you feel intoxicated.

You carefully return the kiss, but stop short before things progressed too quickly. You clear your throat and motion towards the shower with your hand.

“Get in, I can look at your arm since you wouldn’t go to a doctor”

San begins to remove his bottoms to get in the shower. You panic a little, looking around the bathroom.

“Wait”

He pauses, looking at you. You open a few cupboards searching until you find a towel.

“Here”

You hold the towel up to him. San looks at the towel, then back to you

“Seriously?”

You shake the towel a little, a pleading look on your face. San sighs, taking the towel to wrap around his waist.

San stood in the shower, letting water bounce and roll off his skin. His eyes are closed while you look at his arm, investigating to ensure there were no splinters left behind. You carefully run your fingers just below the wound. San flinches, opening his eyes to look at you. You grip his lower arm

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, are you okay”

“I’m fine, its just a little tender”

You look up to San, catching his eyes. Water drops slide down his face. You reach up, wiping his hair off his brow, then wiping the water from around his eyes.

“You need to take better care of yourself”

You murmur.

San touches your hand, his fingers curling around yours.

“Then how will I get you to pay attention to me”

San scans your face, stepping in closer to you.

Your cheeks flush, trying to look away, but San grabs your chin with his other hand.

“What should I do to get you to look my way”

San whispers, bringing his lips close to yours.

Your eyes slowly close, waiting to feel his lips touch yours. Sans eyes look over your face, taking your actions as an “okay” to keep going. San cups your face, gently kissing you.

Wavering over San is proving to be difficult. Everything about him keeps pulling you in: His eyes, lips, hands. You take a step into San, water hitting your face. Your lips part on his, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You take another step towards San, while he steps back. His back hits the wall of the shower; his hands move onto your hips, and he pulls you against him.

Fully in the shower now, water falls down onto you, making your clothing cling to your body. You peel your shirt over your head, letting it hit the floor with a thud.

“You’re making this hard for me”

You tell him between kisses. San smirks on your lips, one of his hands unclasping your bra.

“I think I should be the one saying that”

His free hand guides one of your hands over the sopping towel draped on his waist, his stiffening cock hiding underneath.

Your fingers hook at the top, pulling it off him in a yanking motion. San slips a groan. His lips part from yours and he looks down at you, a cocky grin pulling his lips. San grabs your wrist, and with one swift motion, he turns you around, pushing you against the wall.

You moan softly, biting at your lip. San keeps your hand at your back, his body pressed against yours to keep you still. The wall is cold, despite the hot water pouring from the shower head. San pulls your skirt up over your behind, the tip of his cock poking against you.

San guides his cock between your legs, rubbing against your opening. You ball your fist behind your back, shifting your weight. Your pussy twitches at the teasing motion. San cranes his head to look at your face. Pleased with your response, he continues, letting his tip meet with your clit. You arch your back, sticking your ass back into him. For a moment, his cock slips inside you, but he pulls out quickly.

You whimper, hips moving to try and feel him back, San clicks his tongue.

“Papi”

You whimper again.

San breathes in deeply, his free hand wraps around your throat gently. His lips land on your neck leaving deep kisses. You close your eyes, breathing becoming heavy. San teases your opening again, pushing the tip of his cock inside you. You moan softly, back arching and moving him in a little further. San sighs a moan with you. He wraps his arm around you, holding your body on his, other hand still cradling your throat.

With a quick motion, San thrusts fully into you. You gasp at the shocking pleasure, legs becoming weak almost immediately. Your hands search for something to hold onto, but there isn’t anything. You place one hand on the wall, the other grasps hold onto Sans wrist. San groans in your ear every few thrusts he makes, his hand sneaking down to play with your clit.

Your nails dig into San’s skin. Your hips move on their own, riding his hand while his hard cock pushes inside you with ease. You hold your breath, walls tightening around San. You feel a shiver run up your spine when San pulls your head back to make you look at him. Both yours and his eyes are heavy with lust. Though, you can’t tell if it’s the lust or the steam of the shower making you feel hazy.

You kiss San deeply, your hand reaching around to rest on the back of his head. You softly moan against his lips, fingers playing with his hair. San’s hand presses against you, pulling your back into him. His hips grind against your ass, pushing you off balance some.

San pulls you back again, arm wrapped around your waist and other hand remaining on your neck. San’s warm, rigid chest presses against your back. Every piece, part, nook and cranny of your body tingles with overwhelming pleasure.

“San”

You mutter, heavy eyes barely staying open.

San’s lips touch against your ear lobe.

“Again”

“San”

Your moan a little louder this time.

You feel your legs getting weaker, shaking slightly. San nips your ear carefully, his nimble fingers tightening around your neck. He was gentle, despite his yearning for dominance. San thickens inside you hearing your heavy breaths and moans.

“Papi”

You breathe out shakily

Your body tenses in his hold. Your fingers slide over your clit, helping yourself reach an orgasm. Your knees buckle, slipping down a little before catching yourself. You whine an elongated groan; you came a lot quicker and harder than you had expected. You feel more than just water from the shower dripping onto your hand.

San curses between his own moans. His hand drops from your waist, over yours on your clit. His cock convulses against your contracting walls. He can’t help himself either. You don’t know if it’s the pent up emotion and tension, the sounds you were making, your orgasm, or a mix of everything; whatever it is, San cums shortly behind you.

He buries his face in your neck, rolling his hips slowly into your ass. Your body still feels sensitive, his movements making you jerk in his hold. You want to cum again. You slip your hand from under San’s placing his fingers directly onto your clit. You breathe in sharply.

“Make me cum, Papi”

His cock still twitches inside you as his fingers work. You let out a short loud gasp, slamming your hands to the shower wall. Your legs shake violently, making it hard for you to keep your stance.

“Please”

You whimper

San keeps his cock inside you, kisses your neck deeply and hold your waist tightly in hopes all these would increase your pleasure. Your breathing becomes irregular.

“Cum for Papi, baby”

San moans in your ear, fingers circling faster.

You fingers curl on the cool porcelain, nothing to hold onto. San slowly moves his cock out and back inside you. Your back arches, hips moving involuntarily. Your orgasm finally hits. You bite down hard on your lip, one of your hands pushing San’s hips back out of you.

Short yet uneven breaths enter and leave your lungs. You hang your head and try to stable yourself. The feeling lingers in your body, legs still weakening. Shaking. San holds your waist gently in his hands. He places gentle kisses on your shoulder and up to your neck.

You lean back onto him, eyes closed. San reaches for the tap, adjusting the water to a cooler temperature. He then grabs some soap, lathering it in his hands before helping you wash up.