#para: night out

[kirbyliker12]

Taranza being taranza and Sanna being Sanna 👍

[blue-madd]

I just watched two movies about strong women killing their abusers and my parame -who killed his own abuser- was here the whole time saying "good for them" and now I feel like something has healed inside me/us and it feels good so good night

[inardescere]

Do not assume slender fingers to be intrusive when they brush away a red fringe with calculated gentleness. «You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen». And he has seen plenty of beauty in this otherwise cruel world.

@frozenambiguity /// send “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” to see my muse’s reaction. ♡

Sunlight shines through the windows as dawn breaks.

The curtains are held back with light-colored ribbons to let in the light, a necessary crime courtesy of Adelinde to get on with his busy day. Diluc gets out of bed, washes his face, and barely has his eyes open as he does his whole morning routine. At the least, he did not have to see anyone important for a meeting until later in the noon, so all he had to do now was enjoy a peaceful breakfast and Adelinde would help brush out the mess of tangled hair he tamed just a tiny bit in the bathroom. It's the soft scent of buttered bread that leads him down the stairs, stretching his arms above his head in a futile attempt to scatter the sleep that dropped his eyes.

It was only when he reached the last step that he noticed someone else standing there, staring at him. No wonder he didn't see him upstairs.

"Good morning," he greets, voice rough from lack of use, yawning into his hand and still barely keeping his eyes open as his head feels heavier than a brick wall, holding onto the railing to keep himself from swaying. He might have taken his patrol last night a bit too far into the night, which had been how he brought this man back to the manor in the first place-- you win some and you lose some, he supposes. Even as he blinked his eyes a few times to see if that helped with the sleepiness, he could tell that his eyes were glazed by the way his vision blurred, wondering if he should catch a few minutes to nap instead of going out to the vineyard this morning.

It's when he remembers again that there was someone there with him that he lifts his head again, about to ask him if he had already finished breakfast. But Diluc falls silent as a hand reaches out, readily letting his eyelids fall to a close and chin tilting up just the tiniest bit. To his surprise, he feels gentle fingers move those unruly pieces of his bangs away from his eyes, bright red eyes blinking open to look up with questions in them, wondering what he was doing. But oh, he didn't expect that. Diluc feels his heart leap up to his throat, an unfamiliar voice nearly escaping at how hard it crashed into his ribcage, heat creeping up his neck and further. His starry eye was staring at him-- probably had been staring for a while now if he was standing so close next to him, watching everything the redhead had done on his way downstairs.

"... ... ..."

Dressed down and in the comfort of his own home with no shackles or pretenses up yet, still drowsy with sleep and completely left unguarded, Diluc finds himself thrown completely off-balance. In some attempt to build himself back up, he tries to say something snarky back, but his lips open only to close two seconds later when he can't come up with anything, just feeling oddly embarrassed and blissful at the same time, hiding the lower half of his face with a hand. How unabashed Kaeya is for saying that this early in the morning, even before a drop of wine can touch his tongue. But even though he feels the compliment was a tad too exaggerated, it was... nice. Even more so when he sees how genuine the commentary was. The young master realizes that the silence has gone on for too long, his face is too warm to not show the blood that rushed to his head, and pale skin that had never helped hide the color on his cheeks most likely seen by the other seconds ago.

"Kaeya..." He tries again after clearing his throat, pretending he didn't just make things more awkward for himself than necessary. If this were at the bar and he was aware, he would have been able to give a better comeback, but maybe this was fine once in a while. "Thank you." He doesn't even have the capacity to give a better reply, moreover, he remembers once when the other had to emphasize that he didn't give words of affection to get them back. So instead, he takes the hand near his face and gives it a soft squeeze to relay his gratitude before he lets go and goes straight to the breakfast table.

At least, that had been the most effective wake-up call he's ever had.

[britneyshakespeare]

oh my god am i so fucking tired

[horrorwebs]

i have so much to do and i got so stressed i physically got sick. hate the consequences of my own actions

[cattale]

Girls’ Night Out ღ Bobbi & Tepin

TIMING: The week of February 21 LOCATION: Petal Pushers, East End PARTIES: @cattale & @timetide SUMMARY: Tepin helps Bobbi pick out some plants for her houseboat to make it pet-ready. The plants, however, have woken up and are choosing violence. It’s up to the Super Pets to save the day! CONTENT: N/A

“If you ask me,” said the little old lady to Tepin, “you’re something of a monster, am I right?” They were the only two people, apart from the occasional passersby, in front of Petal Pushers, the town’s one and only flower shop, which the balam never fails to visit on the rare occasions she dared venture far from the Outskirts. Tepin had been standing outside on her own, waiting for the newly made friend she was set to meet in the establishment, when the older woman came out and stood beside her. It was late winter, but it seemed to Tepin that everything was still cold and small and damp. She should have brought at least a book with her to keep her distracted. Or at least to use as an excuse to exit this conversation. “I’m Mexican,” said Tepin, “if that’s what you mean.”

The old lady cocked her head to one side, and she winked, theatrically. She had steel gray hair, and a gray face, and a gray coat, and she looked like one of those stereotypical grandmas left alone in sleepy towns such as this one, abandoned, forgotten. “Well, that is not what I meant,” she explained, “not exactly.” Tepin has had her fair share of…problems like this when she first crossed the border not too long ago—everyone feared the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable, and Tepin was all that and more—but the old woman didn’t feel like she was going to be much trouble. Not like the others before her. “I meant… We all have a monster within. The difference is in degree, not in kind.”

Tepin couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that statement. For some reason, it seemed familiar to her, like she had heard it all before. Also from someone familiar. But before she could say anything back to the old woman, the mysterious crone suddenly started walking away from her, not even giving her a wave of goodbye or a final look. Maybe that’s for the best… She wondered then if this was all a terrible idea, if the monster within her would suddenly take control from out of nowhere, putting everyone else in danger. Gulping, she quickly felt sick, afraid, doubtful. Like she had eaten a bad breakfast. But then she saw the familiar fishing captain approach and immediately calmed down at the sight of her new friend, greeting her with a meek smile. 

It was a good day: Bobbi woke up naked in bed with a wide grin on her lips, feeling more or less reinvigorated by the excitement of what’s to come. Something about the quality of the light seeping through her windows, bright and warm, like the color of happiness itself, told her it was time to prepare for the weekend’s primetime highlight. Time to get this houseboat some personality! A plant or two should prep it for a critter or two. Gonna be a good day, yes it is!

John’s truck smelled of old socks and sweaty shirts—a deadly mix of testosterone gone wild: there were actual dirty socks on the equally dirty floor, much to Bobbi’s chagrin. The seats looked like they would do well with some vacuuming, discolored with dust and hair, and there was a pair of used shoes stashed underneath the passenger’s side. It reeked. 

On any other day, Bobbi would’ve thought about chewing him out—lecturing him on proper hygiene and cleanliness as if she were his mom or grandma—but today was not any other day. She ignored all these horrible, terrible things and forced herself, still with a smile, to take on the steering wheel and make her way from the docks to downtown, humming along the way. 

Bobbi parked a block away from the flower shop to make sure the truck’s existence wasn’t revealed to Tepin. Walking with a pep in her step, almost hopping like she was some kindergartener, Bobbi’s grin grew wider as her almond-shaped ebony black eyes found Tepin outside the shop’s door. She waved at her, her arms high in the air, and called out to her newly made friend. “Tepin! Sorry, I’m late! You look amazing! How are you?”

There were black worry beads wrapped around her wrist, and Tepin fiddled with them as she spoke, a  wide grin on her face as Bobbi closed the distance between them. “You’re not late, Bobbi,” she said, “I was just early.”  She welcomed her new friend with a hug, the tightest she has ever given, before gesturing for her to get inside the flower shop first. It has been a while since Tepin was out like this, and it has been longer since she gave anyone a hug, but with the captain of the Salmon Ella beside her, she found courage to not fear the uncontrollable jaguar within.

They were standing inside Petal Pushers now, a few steps from the door. She decided to sling her arm around Bobbi’s, entangling them, but casually. Tepin extended her arm along the length of Bobbi’s and eventually sort of creeped it down, almost imperceptibly, until it was touching her. This is what friends do, right? Tepin wasn’t quite sure. She could’ve sworn she had seen something like this on the terrible television set she had inherited from the old woman who previously owned her cabin, but it was a DVD from a long time ago, and because she spent most of her days in the Outskirts, keeping to herself, she wasn’t up to date with whatever friends did these days. 

Brad Bradley, one of her more consistent customers, suggested something about scissors, but Tepin felt that those things were always too sharp and could only lead to violence outside of practical use. She said, “This is where I got my flowers for my garden and also my cabin. Mr. Green, the owner, lives above the shop and there’s actually a small greenhouse in the back. One of the kids who works here part-time bought some catnip from me and introduced us.”

The hug was warm, but it shouldn’t have felt that good, and her hair smelled more of the sun than anything Bobbi had ever smelled. Not that she intentionally sniffed her. No, that would be creepy. So very creepy. “Oh. Okay. Hugs. You’re a hugger! That’s nice.” She tried to return the favor but only mustered an awkward pat on the shoulder, her arms seemingly unable to wrap the other girl like any other normal pair could. Would. Tepin, however, surprised her yet again by trapping her closest arm. Bobbi looked away, pretending to focus on the inside of the flower shop, uncertain if her cheeks were red and if Tepin would find it weird. That’s the last thing she’d ever want, to alienate a new friend.

An old girlfriend was just like this and she resolved to stay far from her. The woman was a saint, and Bobbi wasn’t exactly in the right headspace to be anything serious, anything she’d ever want or need in the long run. To be honest, she has never been in that headspace anyway. Inevitably, she found herself introduced to a part of her new friend’s life, and although she had, at one point, considered Tepin to be nothing more than…an extra pair of tits, as John would say, she had proven herself valuable in the aftermath of their adventure, nursing to health the boys and relieving their captain of further pain and suffering. 

“Oh, that’s so cool,” she grinned. Bobbi realized then and there that while she found strength in her role as a captain, her lightning that could destroy and power her boats, the danger she posed just by existing, Tepin was the exact opposite. She knew people, and not in the way that was smarmy or gross like politicians (sorry, Sam!), but in the way that seemed so nice and carefree, definitely a welcomed respite from all the chaos and confusion in her life. “You’re really something, aren’t you? Making friends with kids and…florists.”

Tepin had told herself that the captain Bobbi was most definitely a warrior, a brave woman who could chase away monsters both strange and familiar, someone she must befriend, emulate, and perhaps even learn from. Perhaps there was a reason why their paths had crossed. Perhaps with her, she could finally figure out the cure for her condition. She resolved to make the most with this new friendship, to bring delightful discoveries to the captain’s seemingly dark and dreary world, and to finally free herself from the jaguar spirit’s curse: her much-desired birthday present to herself. She imagined herself finally kissing someone new, perhaps someone familiar, without the fear of the jaguar taking over unexpectedly.

“Is it? Am I? They’re really interesting folks,” she said. “I find it hard not to, especially Mr. Green who has been very, very kind to me.” There were a handful of flowering plants on display, all of which up to 50% off, but strangely no Mr. Green. He must be in the bathroom or upstairs… Tepin amused herself when she finally let go of Bobbi’s arms by taking to the flowers, admiring them closely and even taking a whiff of their natural fragrance. The hydrangeas were pretty in shades of purple and light blue, so it was hard for her not to go to them like a butterfly drawn by their sweet nectar. She let out a yelp, as the flowers tried to bite her nose. Fortunately for her, she was able to pull herself back just in time. “I think these flowers have gone bad!”

Tepin stood away from the plants on display and watched in horror as most of them began making strange noises, as if growing teeth where they sat. She turned to Bobbi with wide eyes filled with fear, feeling the rage of the beast within beginning to wake.

People back then had marks they made on gateposts and trees, sometimes even doors, to let others of their kind know a little about the people who live at the houses and farms they’d pass on their travels. Bobbi thought it was very helpful, the signs, and she nodded with a smile, turning to another display, different from where Tepin fluttered to, for a good look herself. “You’re a very kind soul. I mean, Mr. Green doesn’t even live in your neighborhood. I don’t think I could make friends with someone from another neighborhood that easily.”

She pulled her further back, taking a step in front of Tepin with a scowl on her face. Bobbi was surprised to hear and see the changes the flowers wrought upon themselves, transforming into horrific monsters despite their unchanged sizes. “Ugh, does this happen a lot here?” The huxian discreetly reached towards her back pocket but scowled when she remembered she had left her easily concealed weapon on her boat. It was just a meet-cute. She didn’t think she’d need the gun. Maybe I should’ve brought an axe or something.

The flowers must have had enough, Bobbi thought. People take them in. They get rid of the thorns and the bad petals, water them, and plant or place them somewhere new, somewhere strange to them. They prune their stems and their twigs, and, indignity upon indignity, they even have their leaves trimmed in a way to mock nature’s creatures. And they’re forced to stay with these people: for a few months, or for a year, or forever. Must be a nightmare for them. But who was she to judge? She had come here to do the same.

That moment, the jaguar began to stir, slowly, painstakingly waking up from its slumber. Or at least it was trying to. Tepin, with her eyes closed and her hands clasped in front of her chest as if in a prayer, was doing her best to quell the beast. Fearful as she was, she dared not give the jaguar an opportunity to run amok, especially not around Bobbi, a newly made friend, or inside Mr. Green’s shop. She herself knew the price one paid, the suffering one would endure, when their own source of livelihood was threatened. “No! At least not that I know of. This is a first for me, too.”

Speaking of her very kind soul, Tepin was just reminded right then and there that Mr. Green might be in danger as well. If his plants were acting terribly, monstrous even, then perhaps he was not down there with them for a reason. Perhaps the worst has happened to the nice man. “Mr. Green?” She turned towards the direction of the stairs, hoping the shop’s owner would hear her, could hear her. “Are you all right? Your plants… They’re acting all strange and stuff… Do you need help up there? Can you hear me? It’s Tepin. Tepin Silva. From the Farmer’s Night Market?”

If it could grin menacingly, the jaguar within felt like it was relishing in Tepin’s current predicament, a very stressful scenario indeed. With the threat of the teething plants, the fear of Bobbi finding out what she really was, and the current condition of her florist friend in question, the balam was surrounded on all sides by triggers that could very well set the jaguar free by a hair’s breadth.

Muffling arrived from upstairs as a response for Tepin’s callout, suggesting to Bobbi that the shop owner must be trapped where he lived and she quickly turned to her friend with a shake of the head; they can’t go anywhere, not yet, not until the nipping plants before them were sorted first. “We’ll need to deal with these things in front of us first. Any suggestions?”

Bobbi thought about just letting go, just zapping these monstrous plants to ashes with her ability, but decided against it. Tepin deserved better than to be dragged into the supernatural side of things, the thick of all the cursed events in town. She had a more blissful life, ignorant of all the underlying dangers of the town and its people, her positivity drowning the truths of the malevolent creatures masquerading as normal and boring and mundane folk. Instead, she resolved to defend the two of them with the closest weapon she could find—a broom.

“Back, you second-rate Venus flytraps!” Bobbi threatened them all with the blunt end of the shopkeeper’s broom. She’d swept a lot of things under the rug, mostly the illegal activities of her own machinations, a holdover from her past as a pirate scourge of the Eastern seas, but never predatory plants with a taste for blood. That’s what those teeth are for, right? Scowling, and without looking behind her for Tepin, she urged her to join her in the fight as well. Or at least defend herself with something other than her delicious fingers. “Find anything long or wide to keep their sharp teeth from you, all right? I’ve got your back, err front, but just in case, you need something to defend yourself, too.”

Tepin was not waiting. Not quite. Not while someone needed their help, her help. It was more that her own safety meant nothing to her anymore, at least not when someone else’s safety was in question, that the nightmares and the dangers could not touch her. Not at this moment in time. “I’m sorry, Bobbi,” she gritted her teeth as she took a pair of hand trowels from the nearby counter and started fighting off the nipping plants, intending to run through them so she could get upstairs. “I can’t just stand here while Mr. Green sounds like he’s in trouble.”

Tepin remained out of reach of the teething plants, seemingly implacable, mostly unhurt, and surprisingly beyond their reach, and soon, she knew, she would feel Bobbi go after her and fight behind her; because after that, she would scold her for being too stupid to follow orders. She was not a sailor, a member of her fishing crew. Instead, Tepin was an outcast, an outlier, a self-exiled nobody, and Mr. Green was one of the only strangers that had considered her something more, something that deserved a second chance. 

“What are you…?” Bobbi had visions of a familiar and stubborn soul that also braved the dangers before her for something else, someone else, the similarities making her groan quite audibly. She shook her head, and raised high above her head the weapon she was using to keep the carnivorous plants at bay. Anguish. She struck them hard. They ran through the nipping plants. When they reached the stairs leading upstairs, Bobbi took a moment to turn around and make sure nothing else followed them. 

“Go, get the man but be quick,” she yelled back at Tepin. “I’ll make sure they don’t get anywhere near the stairs.” The last thing they’d want is to get trapped up there, too, with the old man. Bobbi had faith in her newly made friend, especially after seeing firsthand her will and determination to save her own friend, that she would be able to do what she wanted to do and succeed. Watching two, three, of the potted plants smash themselves from their shelf to the floor, breaking free of their ceramic prisons, reminded her of the time when she had to deal with those Chinese vampires off the coast of Fujian. Just like old times. With a snarl, she let out a challenge to the predators. “Come get some, you annoying compost!”

Tepin was almost at the stairs when she noticed Bobbi was running after her. No. Not after her, with her. She turned to her with wide eyes filled with confusion, ever slow to get the memo, but had to turn away to make sure she would not slip on her own two feet. Bobbi did not have to yell at Tepin twice. Although the balam hesitated for a split second, not wanting to leave a friend for another, she remembered how brave and formidable the ship captain was at Hanging Rock. There’s no need for me, of all people, to worry about her. She’s as badass as they come. With a simple nod, Tepin pulled herself through the stairs and up on the second floor, focusing all her senses in finding Mr. Green. “Mister Green! It’s me, Tepin! Where are you? Are you all right?!”

“Tepin? Who?” If Tepin had a second to spare, she would’ve felt a little stung by that. However, she was too focused on getting him out of there as well as herself and Bobbi. Thankfully, that response was enough assistance for the balam to find where he was hiding: behind a small room, perhaps even a closet for his tools, whose door was being swarmed by three medium-sized plants. Oh, no… It’s the whole demon tree thing again. Fortunately for Tepin, they did not seem to notice her.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Green,” Tepin said as she tightened her grip on the pair of hand trowels she had brought from the first floor, from the shopkeeper’s counter. She’ll pay for them later. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath, and only then did it seem the plants noticed her. “I’m coming!” The words slithered out of her mouth at the same time Bobbi snarled her challenge at the foot of the stairs, and before she knew it, Tepin was charging at the plants like a less scary and more dopey White Tiger. Fortunately, she was able to resist the urge to roar.

That fox, Mrs. Gao had said, when she first met Bobbi, is a person. And while there was something very person-like in its huge leonine face: its broad black nose, its greenish-yellow eyes, its fanged but amiable mouth, it was not a real person. Not like the huxian was either. It was just a regular old fox, though perhaps Mrs. Gao, the widow who owned the houseboats for rent around Finney Docks, except Bobbi’s of course, meant something else entirely. The realization dawned on the former pirate just as she swatted away another carnivorous plant monster from her. Damn these unwanted vegetation!

Bobbi swung her broom, and struck another of her attackers clean off the floor and straight into the adjacent wall, and slammed the makeshift weapon down on the last one. Then she made the terrible decision to kick it away, only for the damned thing to grapple her foot, slither and crawl around her ankle and up her leg. “At least. Buy. Me. Dinner first.” She tried to shake it off, kicking in the air with each syllable, but to no avail. The plant was relentless and it was getting on the huxian’s nerves. Bobbi took a quick glance up the stairs but saw no trace of Tepin and her friend, not even a single shadow. Turning her attention to the groping plant, she noticed the others were starting to crawl back to her as well. 

“All right then,” Bobbi inhaled deeply. “If this is what you guys really want, then this is what you guys are really going to get.” Widening her eyes in furious determination, jolts of electricity started to dance around her, from her, rising in power and danger. Bobbi was never known for her finesse when enraged, at least that’s what she believed, but with Tepin in mind, her kindness that she wanted to emulate, that secretly inspired her, she was able to just focus short zaps at each of the plants, shocking them out of consciousness. When all was said and done, she grinned, proud of what she had done, even admiring her handiwork, despite several of the displays forced on the floor, some even having scorched marks on them. Damn, I’m good.

In fiction, Tepin thought she would have looked so badass, charging at the voracious monster plants like some sort of hero in a television show kids put on pedestals these days. Maybe even a superhero. In reality, she was clumsily swatting at everything, mostly air, and only taking out her attackers by sheer luck. When nothing more happened, she began to run for her life, frantically grabbing the door knob of the small closet-like room that Mr. Green had trapped himself in. “Mr. Green! It’s me! Tepin! The one with all the catnip? From the night market? I took down the plants, but I don’t know if they’ll be down for long. We need to get the hell out of here!”

“Catnip Girl?” Mr. Green’s voice answered from behind the door. Something flickered behind Tepin, which made her kick it away instinctively. When the medium-sized plant hit the adjacent wall, she was caught surprised by how strong she kicked it. Huh. Must be the adrenaline. Before she could linger on that thought, the door slowly swung open and out popped Mr. Green’s head. “You sure it’s okay now? I heard a loud thud. I mean, just now. I’ve been hearing loud thuds downstairs and behind this door for an hour now.” It was just around 20 minutes. 

Tepin wasn’t feeling like staying up there for a chat, so she immediately grabbed Mr. Green by the arm, oblivious to the loud yelp of pain the man had screamed when she then started back downstairs, dragging him behind her and kicking another plant monster for good measure. “Bobbi! We’re coming down!” Tepin let her accomplice know, just in case she needed to make way or prepare or something. She wasn’t sure what the protocol was. She had never done this, played hero against plant monsters inside a flower shop. “Sorry about the mess, Mr. Green, but we know a guy who can probably clean all that up!”

“And stay down,” Bobbi muttered at her scorched opponents decidedly, just in time for Tepin and her friend to join her on the ground floor. “Uhh, yeah, the plants really did mess up your place, sir. Totally just the plants.” She instinctively went to help them but realized she wasn’t needed as much, with her presence right next to them just making the whole escape plan more troublesome than necessary. Instead, Bobbi skipped ahead, so to speak, running towards the front door and holding it for the two while looking back to make sure nothing was on their tail. So to speak. Thanks, brain. Thanks for reminding me about my lack of tails. Maybe this will help grow one again. No? Eh. Who needs tails anyway?

“You guys all right?” Bobbi checked on Tepin and the shopkeeper as soon as they were all out of the shop, her fingers already browsing through her pockets for her phone. When they found what they were looking for, Bobbi immediately thought of calling for the police. But was that smart? He called John and her crew instead. At least that way, she can get help from people she trusted. Her people. “John? Where are you? Are the boys with you? I need two more. Get your butts downtown asap!” She then told them the address before ending the call, no necessary explanations. The crew didn’t really ask for them, not when she sounded mad and desperate at the same time, which Bobbi did. She’d explain later, when everything inevitably ends well. They always do.

Bobbi stood beside Tepin, searching her for any wounds or bruises. Just in case those things were like the massive tree in the Outskirts. “Are you sure you folks are all right? Should we call an ambulance?” It wasn’t strange for Bobbi to be this worried, concerned. For one, Tepin was growing on her. Not unlike those plants before they terrorized them. For another, she was here while the attack happened, making the whole thing transpire during her watch. Bobbi had too much pride as a former pirate captain and a current fishing crew captain to not worry about anyone under her watch, protection even.

For only a split second, if not quicker, Tepin felt confusion at the state of the first floor. Why were there burn marks on— You know what? That doesn’t matter. Not right now. What matters is that we first get the hell out of here before those things swarm us! Still grabbing Mr. Green, Tepin rushed through the front door that Bobbi had opened for them, not even thinking twice about anything. Her first priority was to keep Mr. Green safe. She could take care of herself, she’s been through worse, and she had no doubts that Bobbi would be much more competent in keeping herself safe than Tepin ever could.

“I’m fine,” Tepin offered Bobbi a warm smile, a reassurance, when she asked, though her thoughts were still on Mr. Green, even though the shopkeeper seemed more relieved than anything. Perhaps he had thought he would have been trapped there for hours if not for them. That’s never a good place to find yourself in. Tepin would know. She knows a lot about being trapped in places you’d rather not find yourself trapped in. Both her and the jaguar within. “Don’t worry, Mr. Green,” Tepin reassured the kindly shopkeeper with a smile just for him. She gestured towards Bobbi who was on her phone, already taking command of the situation. “Her friends will help clean up your store.”  

Tepin couldn’t help but chuckle at Bobbi’s aggressive display of concern. To see someone like her, someone she admired for being so strong and enduring, doting on someone like her, a cursed child in every definition of the phrase, it warmed her heart like no other. Well, not recently at the very least. “I’m fine,” she turned to Mr. Green to check on him but he was quick to give them a thumbs up at least. “We’re both fine.” Tepin heaved a sigh of relief discreetly before turning her full attention on Bobbi. “Are you sure it’s fine? To make your crew clean up the whole thing, I mean?”

“All right, well,” Bobbi suddenly felt Tepin’s eyes on her, and with that, her cheeks burning hot. She had a reputation to keep, and playing the over caring mother in this scenario might taint the whole brave and formidable captain of the seas schtick she had going on. It was more than a schtick, though. It was a way of life handed to her but her captain and his captain and so on and so forth. To tarnish its weight would be tantamount to spitting on all of their graves, and she had already lost the Jade Wind to the disgusting specters of this town she helped found in absentia. She can’t afford to keep disappointing them, their legacy, once feared now domesticated. “My crew will be here shortly.” 

“It’ll be fine. They like this sort of thing.” No, they did not. They were boys. Cleaning wasn’t something they were inherently good at, save for the few that weren’t in her crew. She could even count in her fingers the men she had met that had cleaning in their blood, part of their instincts. I should probably just meet better men. Better men were less likely to be found in pirate ships, though her fishing crew were at least much cleaner themselves compared to her previous ones. It helped that the latter weren’t out in the seas for months on end. Bobbi scratched her head as she addressed the shopkeeper next, remembering that she had laid waste to his shop in her attempt to survive. “Sorry about your, uhh, shop, by the way. The plants were too rabid, so I had to…do things.”

Mr. Green accepted her apology, though it was more like sweeping things under the rug. What wasn’t said outright was a promise that the pair would not talk about the dangerous plants that were found in his shop and he wouldn’t talk about how they trashed his place, even though it was all for the common good. Bobbi was used to that by now, having lived in this strange town for centuries, only coming and going to sweep her own longevity under the rug. How many granddaughters of her own has she pretended to be? She had already lost track a few decades ago. 

Soon enough, her crew came and everything, including the rug, was made to look like nothing terrible happened at Petal Pushers just a few hours ago. Might be for the best. “So, I guess I’ll just put the whole “plants” thing on hold for now. I think I’ve had enough of them for a while,” Bobbi grimaced at Tepin without looking at her directly, her hands digging themselves deep in her pockets.

“All right then,” Tepin perked up, a huge smile on her face, to ease the tension. The balam was quick to sense that Bobbi didn’t want her more sensitive side exposed. It wasn’t unlike her working hard every chance she got to keep her own other, secret self hidden from the rest of the world. The only difference was, hers could kill a man. “If you say so, Bobbi. I believe you.” And she did. Every word of what her friend said. And she would continue to do so no matter what. Some may take that as her being naive but Tepin had faith, especially when it came to friends and family, people she trusted, held dear. The only one she never had faith in was herself, mostly because of the way the jaguar kept surfacing seemingly without her permission. “Some other time then.”

Tepin took a moment to look at Bobbi, to really see her at that moment in time. She wondered thusly if she was always like that, always in command, always in her “captain” mode. It must be very tiring, to be the one everyone looked up to, turn to in their hour of need. Tepin could only imagine. Without even thinking about it, she reached for her hands, attempting to take them out from the darkness of her pockets and into the light, holding them in her own. “I should’ve asked this earlier, but I was preoccupied with Mr. Green: Are YOU all right, Bobbi?”

There was a part of her that already knew what Bobbi would say, most likely the same thing as she and the shopkeeper said, but Tepin asked the question all the same. Sometimes, just being asked would be enough for most people. It was the thought, the attempt, that counted for the most part. Whatever happened next, she would try her best to be there for her friend, for the woman that helped save her and this town regardless of how many people knew. “Would you like to join me for some merienda?”

Being asked if she was all right, that wasn’t something Bobbi was used to. Well, her crew, mostly John, used to ask her the same, to make sure she was okay, when they first started, but over time? Her irritating insistence that she was always going to be okay, that there was never anything to worry about her, even if there was, that asking was pointless, caught up with them and rendered their legitimate concerns to quiet ones. Hard to keep asking someone the same question that always seemed to irritate them. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

The next question caught her off guard as well, though it was quickly replaced by a strange warm feeling inside of her. Was it just the exhaustion catching up with her? Bobbi might be fit enough to rain lightning on this entire town willy-nilly but restraining herself was more work than she cared to do, admit. It’s kind of like the whole smiling and frowning thing. Frowning apparently required more effort than smiling, at least that’s what John keeps telling her, and the same could be said for her restraining her abilities than just letting them out without a care in the world. Also one of those things could land her in jail, and not just the normal one. 

“Sure,” she replied with a smile, though it came slower than most. It would be a welcomed respite from all the work they’ve done today, their successful survival against the killer plants, Tepin’s unnecessary heroics to keep the old man who they definitely should sue safe, what came next after her boys arrived. Bobbi shook her head, hands finding their way on her hips. “As long as there won’t be vegetables. Going to take a pass at vegetarian stuff for a bit.”

After cleaning up their mess, they celebrated with a much-needed break from all the exhausting things this world had thrown at them. It wasn’t much of a break, but sometimes, it’s all that they had.

[sillycyan]

It's almost embarrassing how dumb with money Donis is.. He not only has no idea what he's doing when it comes to buying anything, but he will turn down a once in a lifetime offer because he's "busy" that week.

[poguexpankow]

The day so far had been quiet and low-key: breakfast in the car, spend the day fishing and though nothing was caught just being on the water away from the world was nice. Now that it was nighttime on a Friday night and that meant things were going to be a lot funner. Stopped at a red light, he looked at the passenger side. Chase sat comfortably, then again he always seemed to have that content nature to him. The light changed and Rudy made a left pulling inside the parking lot, a huge grin on his face. "And now for the piece de resistance." The neon signs flashed "girls! girls! girls" just in case someone got confused. He grinned again and shut off the car.

@chasingxstokes

[lovingfacewerewolfsblog]

[kissitbttr]

miguel can’t help it when you’re wearing his clothes

summary: miguel o’hara x f!reader

warning: 18+ stuff but not too overboard

-

miguel is trying really hard to concentrate. he really is.

being a superhero and the leader of spider society is not an easy task. sometimes he’d go days without sleeping. you can either find him at his office or the gym doing his daily workouts because that’s the only place he can take his stress out.

days of scanning over reports and the hours he put in to enhance the new spiderman suit should not go to waste. his eyes are tracking back and forth to the amount of papers scatter all over the table. not to mention a kid he has to take care of named ‘miles morales’ added to his list is almost enough to make his brain explode.

but how could he focus on his work when you’re standing five feet away from him? fixing yourself up a small snack in the kitchen with nothing but his t-shirt and his boxers.

his greedy eyes running through your body shamelessly, finding himself getting lost in his thoughts and he has to snap himself out of it a few times otherwise he won’t be able to finish off all the reports that must be done that night.

yet, he can’t help but admire the way your curves are accentuated by his shorts. how your thick thighs and plump ass filling them in instead of it being too big on you. the way your soft cheeks are slightly peeking underneath the grey cotton material,

he grunts a low ‘fuck me’ when he sees you bending over to put the cookies in the oven. are you doing this on purpose?

had enough of the distraction you’re giving, he slams a folder down and turns his attention on you. “mi vida, can you please don’t stand like that?”

“huh?” you cock an eyebrow, confused to what makes this grumpy man scolding you at this hour. “what’d i do?” you crane your neck to look over at him, with a frown look on his handsome features.

“you! ay dios mio you’re making me hard to focus here! i have so much work to do and you’re being a distraction.”

licking off a cookie dough off your finger, you put your hands on your hips. “how am i being distracting?! I’m literally just standing here making cookies!”

“you know what it does to me when you’re wearing my clothes, mami. I can’t control it. please please stand at least ten feet away.”

“oh?” your voice sounds playful. a small smirk graces upon your lips as you tip toe around the counter to get closer to him.

he knows what you’re up to.

shaking his head in disapproval, he put his large hand up and looking away. “para por favor, cariño. i know what you’re about to do and i cannot afford any distractions right now. stay right where you are.”

“hmm, no.” you giggle, walking towards where he is and you can hear him groan slightly. “whatchu doooing?”

he smiles a bit at that. no matter what you do, he can’t get mad at you. it feels like you put a spell on him or something, he can’t work it out. but he doesn’t complain at all.

he’d break jaws and tear down the fucking universe for you.

he admires the way your thighs rub against each other when you walk, jiggling slightly before you manage to sit yourself comfortably beside him. tucking your legs underneath your butt and make your legs look even thicker

miguel lean himself back a little while his fingers go up against your cheek, grazing it ever so softly. his smile grows when you peck him on the lips.

“how you doing, papi?” you ask, removing a strand of hair from his forehead. “are you feeling okay? you’ve been working far too hard lately, I’m worried.”

he sighs in pure bliss when you run your fingers softly underneath his scalp. feeling himself melt away against your touch.

“always better when you’re around me, mi amor. but you know you can’t be wearing that anymore when I’m working.”

he has to hold back the urge to pick you up and fuck you against the wall when you pout at him.

“you like seeing me in your clothes”

“que sí, baby. but your ass is distracting me far too much in that when I’m working, you know how i get when i see you wearing my boxers. I can’t contain it.” he responds, large hand coming up to rub your exposed thigh, finger toying with the loose hem of his shorts,

“theeen, maybe it’s a sign you should take a break” you suggest, tilting your head lightly. “come play with me, miggy,”

he swears he almost cum right there and then when you say it.

“i will, baby. i promise. but i gotta finish this first, yeah?” his eyes bore into yours as he promises. he wants so badly to leave his work but he knows he can’t. not right now.

with a small huff, you nod. “fine. I’ll wait.”

“good girl.” he leans forward to kiss you again on the lips. “just a few more minutes, yeah?”

“yeah yeah.” you say, “don’t forget to eat. please don’t skip it this time. dinner is on the table, I’ve prepared it for you. also there’s some leftover brownies for dessert if you want it, papi.”

“what do you mean? I’m looking at my full course meal right now, cariño.”

you roll your eyes playfully, blushing a bit as you smile at him. he’s giving you that infamous smirk of his with his eyebrow raising. showing you he’s not playing when he says that,

“aish. such a sweet talker you are. be quick baby” you shake your head, standing up from the couch before heading to the bedroom with your fingers fixing down his shorts to cover it more. your ass moves from side to side as he watches.

god, he fucking loves to see you walk away.

-

a/n: i will give him kids enough to create a football team

[kombuuuu]

Somethin’ Soft for someone Tough.

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

“Let me stitch you up, Miles.”

i ❤️ miles and he is so bf uhuh (i’m insane put me in a cell)

also he’s soooooo a simp in this, none of that ihu typa love his mama raised him RIGHT

warnings: injury, stitches, medical practices from someone who doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing, some angst, slightly suggestive at times

I dot NOT speak spanish so if anyone is willing to help with translation for future fics, I would owe my life to you (and give early release? i dunno wtv u want babygirl)

—

Miles didn’t understand your hurt. He didn’t understand why you hated him being the Prowler—, didn’t understand you crying when you found out. Or your shame and disappointment when it came to his..

-Profession.

It confused him, he did this to keep you safe. He’d already lost enough, he can’t lose you. He won’t. You just didn’t get that.

Having you be mad at him, loath him, despise and detest him for being Prowler. It was easier than you dead because he wasn’t.

He would rather you hate him, than only have your memory.

So when he came home to you sleeping in his bed, waiting for him to return to you only two weeks after his initial reveal, he did nothing but lay down next to you and let your hand slowly drag into his. Interlocking your fingers in a twisted pattern of forgiveness and relief.

And he didn’t try to understand why.

—

It was warm this night, the heat of a summers Sun leaving Brooklyn a mucky kind of hot. Sweat dripping down the flesh of those still dwelling outside so late, only taking solace in the rare occasion of a breeze through their clothes.

Which is why you felt ever grateful lying in an air conditioned apartment dawned only in a pair of your lovers boxers and a ribbed white tank top.

It was the pair you bought him a while back when browsing street stalls, decorated with little cats and hearts. You thought they were funny, he was not impressed (but he was happy you were happy).

Miles had been out a lot lately. Assignments, as he called them, had been increasing in frequency as of late. Willing you more and more worried about the boy you loved, he just kept coming home injured.

Which you endearingly (aggressively) scolded him for, tones of care seeping into your monologue of being safer with his job whilst he huffed and puffed begrudgingly.

Assuring you he was nothing but careful,—

“Mami, ¿por qué iba a ser imprudente con mi vida cuando te tengo a ti para volver casa a? Alguien tiene que cuidar de ti.”

"Mami, why would I be reckless with my life when I have you to go home to? Someone has to take care of you."

A bashful murmur of “Just be more careful.” Would only reward you with a hand on your waist and the beginnings of a smile. You sighed out in boredom, draping a hand over your forehead dramatically. Spread out on Miles’ bed awaiting his return that’s seemingly taking years.

A crash outside your (boyfriends’) window alerted you out of your position, the piercing sound of metal scraping against metal grating your ears. Shooting up from your laid position, you messily shuffled off the bed, almost tripping over yourself to get to the figure struggling beyond the glass. A heavy claw dragged the window open with the apparent little strength it had left, heavy breaths and short rumbles of discomfort reaching your ears.

The neon pink of the Prowlers mask greeted you, quickening your aid in slamming open the window and catching Miles’ stumbling body from toppling through.

A husking groan sounded from your sweetheart as the mask slowly peeled back, revealing the trails of blood creeping from a cut in his lip.

“Hey, mami.”

Miles was gorgeous, he was a still picture of a painted deity in living form. The plump of his lips dripping a slow streak of burgundy did nothing to taint the sight of him, you wished it had, maybe you could be madder.

“Miles, what happened?” Your concern had outweighed your admiration, you were now fretting.

“I tripped.”

You scoffed something unbelieving, smiling despite the ache in your chest at the poor sight of him. Your emotionally stumped man.

“C’mon, baby, come inside.” Your right hand caressed the side of his face, left collecting his claw adorned fingers in yours to help him through and into his room.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he stepped over the sill, sucking in a breath and hoping you didn’t catch it.

Glancing up at you from his hunched position, you gaped back at him, unimpressed but worried.

He dropped your hands, the clasps on his gloves clicking, and the metal dropped to the ground with a dull thud. Pushing his arms back and letting his backpack fall too, he cracked his neck and winced again.

You all but pouted at him, reaching for his hurt body in discontent.

He leaned down to put his head on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck as he peppered you with light kisses, nipping your skin in just a graze. He wasn’t one to usually be so affectionate, but his guard always lowers with you, shoulders dropping and pulse quickening.

“No está tan mal, ma.”

"It's not so bad, ma."

His hand lifting from out of yours and onto your waist, circling the exposed skin between his boxers and your shirt.

His boxers,—

—,his hand twitched.

“Not that bad?” Your hushed voice bled of concern. “There’s a gash in your side!”

The simple serenity he had found buried in your neck had been ripped away from him in an instant.

You all but hauled his body to the bed, urging him to sit down against the sheets whilst he sulked grumpily behind you. Pushing against his chest and sitting him down.

You ran to his bathroom, washing your hands thoroughly before opening the cabinet under the sink, reaching back to the first aid kit you had placed here for this exact reason and towel, you rushed back to his room and shut the door behind you. “Amor, It’s just a—“ Cutting himself off, he hissed and cursed some under his breath.

“No digas que es sólo un corte.”

"Don't say it's just a cut."

“Mi sol, I have suffered worse.”

“Let me stitch you up, Miles.”

You turned back, shooting him an exasperated look while you threw the towel. Miles catching it without much effort and putting it under him. Flipping open the latch on the kit you sat yourself next to his bed, knees underneath you and digging harshly into the scuffed wood. You grabbed everything you assume you’d need, setting it on the open lid of the kit and focusing back on Miles.

“You look good like this, mami.”

You choked slightly, glaring up at him.

“Take off your jacket, Morales.”

"Sabes, si querías que me desnudara..."

"You know, if you wanted me to undress..."

“One more word.”

“Understood.”

He groaned as he did. Jacket falling off his shoulders and onto the bed, he pushed it to the floor beside you and spread his knees. You shuffled closer between them, lifting his shirt enough to see the damage on his torso and sighed shakily when figuring he was right.

It was just a graze, but a damn deep one. On the right of his torso, falling just under his ribcage was a thin, deep gash.

“What were you cut with, Papi?”

His stomach clenched as you prodded around, checking the wound for any signs of oncoming infection and signalling for him to take his shirt off.

“A knife, probably.”

Despite the weary of the situation, a smug look adorned his face. You poked his stomach, him wincing.

“Figures.”

You hid your smile.

He slipped his shirt over his head, grimacing at the pull of his wound. You took it from him and set it aside, getting an unopened bottle of water from the kit and pouring it over the cut. The water ran through the blood, trickling down his abs and soaking the waist band of his pants, he tipped his head back, groaning lowly in pain.

“Mami, entiendo que estés enojada, but please be gentle.”

"Mami, I understand that you're angry, but please be gentle."

He gazed down at you lazily, the drawl of his accent coating his voice syrupy in light of his injury. He looked downright sinful, braids draping lazily and shoulders dropped. Leaning back on his palms with his legs spread.

“I am gentle.”

“Sure.”

You focus returned to his wound, grabbing a clean hand towel and patting his cut dry, gently.

The occasional hiss or moan would interrupt you, but other than that Miles stayed relatively quiet. Watching you work as you fixed him.

“There, all done.”

“Not gonna kiss it better?”

You huffed, amused as you started to put everything back where it belonged. You could change the sheets and dispose of the hand-towels tomorrow, right now he just wanted you.

Miles grabbed your waist as you stood, hands slipping behind you to shove you forward into him. He buried his face into your stomach and sighed. You giggled lightly, the lack of a smile on his face tagged with the need for your touch was something no one but you could get used to. Your hand slowly trailed up his bare back, nails scratching lightly at his skin. He shivered, tightening his hold on you further.

“Lay down, baby.”

He whispered your name, “Chiquita, you take such good care of me.”

Humming, you unhooked his arms from you and pushed him to lie back by the tips of your fingers.

“Gon’ spoil you after this.”

You grabbed the towel, surprisingly dry and dropped it to the floor with the other discarded items.

“You already spoil me, Papi.”

Miles kicked off his shoes, sparing you a glance and a hum at the endearment.

“‘S’cause you deserve it.”

He unbuckled his belt, threading it out through the loops and threw it to land somewhere. You dragged the corner of the quilt back up to the both of you, stopping halfway. Miles sighed in annoyance, huffing at his pant button and cursing it as he fumbled to pull his pants down.

You giggled, “Need help, baby?” He scoffed lightheartedly. “I got it.”

“Mhm.” He eventually did get it, pulling his pants off and over his legs, coughing slightly at the wind crushing his cut had caused him.

“C’mere mami.” He grabbed your thighs, dragging you on top of him. “Mm—“ “Shh, it don’t hurt.” You let yourself relax slightly, mostly leaning on your need as not to hurt him.

The stars in his eyes as he looked up at you, he sighed quietly.

“It’s hot baby, we’re gonna get all sweaty.”

“Hopefully.”

“Miles.”

You rolled your eyes in a laugh, hooking your arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Mm, there. Now you’re all better.”

He rubbed shapes into your thighs, loving the proximity. The way your breaths mingled and skin stuck together.

He thanked the Moon and the Stars for letting him keep you, begged every day to anyone out there that could hear him to tether your souls and kill him have he ever lose you. Would kill a million men to keep you safe, and he’d already had a running start.

He cleansed himself of his sins with your love, showering in the light you provided for him, and watched the blood of any man drip from his fingertips and into the rivers you’d created in his veins. Letting it mix with his own and beat by the tone of his heart. Which only ever raced for you. Only beat for you. He could only live for you, your love and acceptance.

Of which Miles would never understand why you loved him, and he would never try to.

“Much.”

He laid down, you following. Lying your head on his chest and listening to his breathing stutter at the contact.

It was late now, far later than a healthy time to finally sleep. But nothing could break the bubble of ease that now seemed to suffocate him. Lulling him into a slumber with his love against his heart.

—

first fic shoulllllf probably be fluff b4 i angst again

as angst is all i’m good for

i literally don’t know how to write fluff so pray it was good

IF ANY TRANSLATIONS WRONG PLESASSSSSE CORRECT ME

[hoony2k]

HEART 2 HEART

I aint never seen two chill idols in a room, one of them is always obesessed with the other. Or

Idol!enha giving idol!you heart eyes in professional settings.

PAIRING: ot7

GENRE: fluff, crack, established lovers, secret lovers, idol x idol

WORD COUNT: 3k (help)

WARNINGS: mentions of innocent kissing that's it. I got possessed during hoon and hee's.

NOTE: hii this was so fun. I kind of wanted niki and sunoo's to be a bit longer but I yapped a bit too much in general. this is massive for a 7 member drabble but 1 para wouldn't do justice. hope you enjoy!

Part 1 -> we dating fr?

Part 3 -> cut the cameras

requested masterlist

★ HEESEUNG:

He thinks everything’s a game!!he thinks its funny! But mr lee who is laughing? Not him rn

You’re walking in the hallways after a quick trip to the washroom when suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a room. You’re ready to scream but he swiftly covers your mouth and chants “It’s me. It’s me” like that’ll help you understand why your boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to lead you into a small clothing room.

You want to get mad at him for a billion reasons but mainly because what if someone saw? and misunderstood! But his stupid smile tells you how he doesn’t care. Sometimes you want to have his optimism and confidence, maybe then you two could live a carefree idol life.

 Heeseung wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to fiddle with the bows on your outfit and hair. Your faux anger slowly crumbles as he stares at you like you painted the night sky and hung the stars on it. Still, you break eye contact just to dust your pride and Heeseung can not stop laughing, finding you cuter than ever.

“I have to go soon. We can’t get caught”, you remind him, the overwhelming time restraint burdens you every time you meet him outside his dorms and as usual, Heeseung doesn’t mind. He shrugs casually, then gives you a reckless smile, eyes hooded. “Who cares?”

Your heart skips a beat in the best way but you purse your lips and pretend to think it over. A hum escapes you, tapping your finger on his chin. He leans closer.

“Probably our managers, you know?”, you say knowing he’s far too busy admiring your eye makeup to even care about the consequences of what would happen if someone were to open the door. So, you do the most logical thing a person subjugated with love could do. Taking his smiley face in your grasp, you turn his head and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, intentionally pressing into his skin to leave a stain.

You pull back to inspect the pink gloss on his cheek, lightly smudged. Heeseung looks like he’s floating but before he can pull any stunts you clap him on the back as a goodbye and quickly scurry out of the room. Not even bothering to check if someone was in the hallway.

If Heeseung stands alone dazed for a while…no one needs to know. He fights his demons when he brings out a tissue to remove your gloss, sobbing internally.

★ JAY:

You will be my girl my girl my girl <3

Jay had told you about how he’d film the Sweet Venom TikTok challenge with you to prepare you beforehand. You had learnt the dance long ago, but the mental preparation to become a different person in front of Jay from Enhypen and a camera took some mental energy. Acting like you were strangers and not a couple filming a silly video wasn’t what you wanted but you were thankful no one spread dirty rumours.

His manager held the camera to film some behind-the-scenes footage of Jay “teaching” you what to do in the challenge and it was kind of funny. But when it came to filming, Jay did everything to be able to spend some extra time with you without seeming suspicious.

He’d get the timing wrong on purpose, he’d bump into you, with the smallest nudge and he’d quickly pause the challenge to apologise. Each time he’d falter or force himself to be out of sync, to have one eye slightly closed, you’d laugh it off, genuinely finding his actions endearing.

He’s excited to film it with you, he can’t wait to show how good you two look, and how his dance style compliments yours, and he can’t wait to see his fans react, gushing over you, throwing heart emojis for his girl.

It was rare for to Jay get so stubborn so you entertained it and laughed. The manager didn’t mind as long as she farmed enough footage but eventually puts her foot down when the behind-the-scenes videos turns longer than 2 minutes and the challenge hasn't reached its middle yet.

She politely tells Jay to rehearse once more and she’d film it after that. The rehearsed one goes by smoothly; the steps are muscle memory at this point.

Before the final take, Jay wants to tell you good luck but almost slips and lays it all out in the open as he parts his lips to call you “Babe”. At the utterance of the first syllable, you snap your head in his direction, eyes piercing his soul, not a hint of a smile.

Jay catches his tongue and switches it to another similar word and thankfully it isn’t noticeable nor is it understood by the manager who assumes Jay’s nerves cause him to slur over his speech. No big deal.

Slightly nervous, Jay glances at you and you offer him an understanding nod. Then the final take begins and everything goes smoothly. When the challenge ends, you turn to bow and he thanks you for joining him. As the manager gives you a thumbs up and taps away on her phone preoccupied, you turn to Jay with a raised brow and he blushes.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”.

★ JAKE:

Personal space? Never heard of her

It’s been hours since you’ve arrived and Jake has not stopped smiling for even a second. He’s over the moon he can’t believe how well you fit into his social circle (enha) like a puzzle piece he was missing this whole time. He’s not sappy but he could write an entire sonnet on how gorgeous you look lounging on his bed, eating take out and brushing your hair back as you watch the movie with him.

But when you announce it’s time to leave, he does not stop sulking and begging you. Literally on his knees. The moment you try to get out of bed, he grabs onto your arm and pulls you tight into his embrace, nose in your hair, he pretends he’s asleep when you ask him to let go.

“My manager just texted me”, you tell him but your hands find his free hand. He rubs a thumb over your hand and you feel like you just kicked a wet puppy into mud. He groans into your hair, slowly and subtly, his legs wrap around your own as if he’s trying to merge your bodies.

“Tell her your phone exploded”, his voice is muffled and immediately you stop feeling bad.

You whine his name and try again but he refuses to budge, and when he tries to pull his bed covers on your frame, you decide to threaten him, “I’ll scream for Jay I’m not playing. I’m overdue curfew”.

“Door’s locked”. HELLO??

You sigh and let your head rest on his pillow that smells exactly like him, ignore the flutter in your rib cage and rest for just a minute. Jake mistakes it as a sign of you surrendering, his grip loosening. You don’t waste a second and throw his caged arms off and jump out of bed and he begins to sulk and wail at the loss of contact. But as much as you love him, you can finally breathe without the weight of your chest.

“I like the idol you better. The one who acts like he doesn’t know me”.

“He wouldn’t treat you like I do”.

He’s ready to have beef with idol Jake if it is meant to impress you. When he’s tying up your shoelaces for you, he’s like “I’ll walk you home” and you tell him he cannot do that because people are always snooping so you’ll get a taxi and he’s like “I’ll walk you downstairs and wait until you sit inside”.

How could you say no to his puppy eyes?

★ SUNGHOON:

he’s on cloud nine because his wish finally came true. He’s radiating light wherever he goes.

He sat next to you, far too close for it to appear platonic but Sunghoon told you not to worry. He tells you not to worry when he’s facing you, knees brushing, you can feel his body heat despite the cool in the room. You’re trying your hardest not to stare at him or how he’s rolled up his dress shirt sleeves despite his stylist’s scolding, or how they slicked his hair back with gel but left one strand to dangle on his forehead, how it curves and makes his eyes seem sharper than they are.

You’re trying, ok?

It’s better than Sunghoon who cannot stop leaning in your personal space as he reads his lines off your shoulder for some reason, he giggles when you try to push him away but he clings like a magnet. The floor vibrates with heavy bass, you’re up again in ten minutes and you need him to get serious.

Unlike him, it’s your first time mc-ing and despite his hype boy attitude, your fingers still shake as you read your lines out loud. Sunghoon’s smile flickers until he remembers he can do something to help.

“Hey, just focus on me”, he says calmly, ironically the one thing you’ve been trying not to do.

But, with blind trust, you agree and your gaze lands on his. His eyes twinkle and crinkle, he stares back at you and you think you’ve started to smile like an idiot. You turn your eyes to soak in his outfit once more, he matches your formal dress, a deep red satin dress paired with similar gloves. He’s adorned in dark slacks that emphasise his stature, and a dark dress shirt with a maroon tie. His tie is crooked-

Out of instinct or perhaps it stems from the urge to hold his hands, feel his heartbeat under your fingers, you reach out, hands settling on his shoulders, then inch towards his neck to tighten and straighten the knot. Sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave your serious expression, a lovesick smile hangs on his face. Your hands press onto the material to flatten it and fix his collars like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Something clatters and smashes loudly.

You rip your hands off his shoulders and he suddenly feels cold. Sunghoon pouts but you quickly turn away, surprisingly less scared than before. You glance in front and see your stylist give orders, someone says another band is preparing for an interview in 5. Finally, you grip the cards tightly in your hands but don’t even spare them a glance. Instead, you lock eyes with your lover who had been looking fondly at you the whole ordeal.

“let’s go over this one last time for your sake”.

Sunghoon laughs.

★ SUNOO:

Therapists hate him. He’s a mastermind at manipulation.

Both of you are chosen along with another idol and actor to partake in a reality show where you all live together and go on an adventure it’s all a great experience and you get to interact with new lovely people but when it’s late at night, the crew has gone to their hotel, cameras have been turned off, you, Sunoo and the actor gather at the dining table.

Sunoo keeps smiling at you and the actor and he offers to peel mandarins. As he peels, the conversation flows smoothly, his fingers work quickly and skillfully. Even though his eyes are downcast, his change in expressions tell you he’s listening to the conversation.

Out of respect, he offers the actor a plate with the most mandarin slices and out of habit, he slides to you the plate with the juiciest and scrumptious slices, choosing the dry ones for himself. You shyly thank him and Sunoo brushes it off. He only realizes what he’s done and how much of a deal it is when the actor questions if he’s a good friend of yours.

Sunoo bursts into laughter, eyes crinkling, he waves his hand in dismal, he looks at you up and down. You refuse to make eye contact.

“Something like that”.

His open-ended answer renders you speechless and you pretend to be busy when the actor looks at you. You untie your hair for it to cover your heated ears and fake cough as you take another bite.

Sunoo offers you a napkin. His hand stretches over the table and all eyes are on you, the actor is on the edge of his seat as he observes you like a hawk.

As nonchalant as you can be, you roll your shoulders and take it from him. Despite your efforts to avoid skin contact, Sunoo flicks his wrist and his fingers delicately brush yours, sparks light up inside your stomach.

You quietly thank him and he shows off his charming smile. the actor next to you sighs loudly and glances at the clock before thanking Sunoo for the mandarins. Sunoo shines another smile at the man who glances between the two of you.

“Chemistry like this is hard to find. If you two end up dating, I’ll be supporting you”.

This time you choke on the juice and Sunoo springs up to give you a glass of water and pats your back for safety. The actor nods once more then leaves. When the coughing fit dies down, you ask Sunoo what all that was about, he tells you not to worry. He peeks at the camera as a precaution, it’s got a lid covering the lens. Then, he bends down to kiss your hair and brings your plate closer to him so he can feed you. Your heart attempts to jump onto the table when he affectionately begins to stroke your hair as well.

Friends be damned, you’ve hit the lover jackpot.

★ JUNGWON:

He loves his job but hates all the parts where he has to be too pretend his personal life doesn’t exist.

“I wish you were here with me”, he says the moment you pick up. You pout, shoulders sag immediately. 

He notices this and almost feels bad as he caresses his phone screen like it’s a glass screen dividing him and the fish at an aquarium. The thought makes him laugh. He wants to spend the entire night talking to you, memorising your presence, pretending you're cuddled next to him but he can’t go through with his urges because you need to sleep.

Jungwon would never want you to disturb your sleep routine, no matter how many times you text or tell him that you want to do these things for him, it's only natural.

“I bought you a keychain”, you tell him, voice cracking over the call. He adjusts his camera, brows raised. You know what he’ll say so you answer, “You’ll see it when I give it to you”. 

He pouts and brings the camera closer to his face to coax you into showing it, his tired eyes sparkle and almost distract you from his dark circles. Your heart sinks. What time is it there? You don’t need to calculate because you had already memorized the time difference by heart before he departed.

“Baby, it’s 2 am there”. 

He shakes his head, hair flicking him in the eye, he squints up at you and unconsciously buries himself under his comfy hotel blankets. You stare at your lover, take in his appearance and admire how hard he works to achieve his dreams, how he wants to be a good boyfriend and tick all the boxes that make your heart soar. He looks like he’ll fall asleep in the peaceful silence so you grant him an offer. 

“Would you like me to sing you to sleep?”

His dimple greets you and under the covers where you can’t see, Jungwon rubs his legs together, giddy like a child. 

“Sing your next song for me”, he whispers and you gasp at him, taken back by the new information. It’s your turn to squint at him as you ask him about how he knew you were preparing for a comeback. He shakes his head and mumbles, “You changed your makeup”. 

Makeup…that was only evident in pictures. You hadn’t met him all dolled up behind stage due to your schedules and could barely fit an hour with him at his dorm because you two were so busy. Yet he had noticed, somehow in a supernatural but very Jungwon way and your face heated up.

Your melody filtered through his speakers, it only took a minute for Jungwon’s breathing to even out, his hand going limp and the phone falling backwards to give you a view of the ceiling light. 

Still, you finish the song and wish him a good night. Whisper a soft I love you in the dimly lit room, a saccharine confession that he’ll hear confidently soon. 

★ NIKI:

Bro thinks hes in an edit‼️literally moves slowly like that when he sees you, r&b song playing in this head

On the encore stage, other bands including yours bow to Enha and in those 4 seconds, Niki decides to take a shot.

He thanks you with a bow and when you turn your attention to Jungwon, Niki speaks your name. It's far too gentle to be caught in the mic and he faces his head toward you so the back of his head is captured by the camera.

But like a compass, you always find his voice, when he calls for you in the hallways or when he's talking to other people in his makeup room, your ears seem to find him before your eyes do.

As you turn your wide eyes to him, unaware of his plans, Niki's boxy smile vanishes. He gazes at you through lidded eyes that appear striker more so than ever due to his bold makeup and he renders you speechless, cupid shooting you with several arrows.

You're paused mid-bow, face heating up under Niki's stare and smug smile, professional composure crumbling. There's a siren going off in your head, the cameras!

But what do they know? They can't even see your lover's expression, only the tilt of his head and dark wavy hair that tickles his neck. A part of you, a possessive side is overjoyed they can't. Swiftly, Jungwon covers your body and gives Niki a nasty side eye which finally manages to pull you out of the trance.

You return to thanking them and saying whatever nonsense comes to mind, Jungwon understands but Niki cackles loudly. As fast as this interaction happens, you fall back and merge with the crowd that walks off stage.

Thankfully, no one could figure out what happened but they made assumptions based on your expressions. That hype dies down in the fandoms but Niki can't stop replaying the moment on his end. It's a free amv for songs, he's never going to stop thinking about it.

Thank you for reading!

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 3.2k words

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angst but kinda fluffy? straight after; mention of past violence (minor) — you wanted to know what those spanish sentences miguel made you say meant, him having kept that to himself. and when you do, having scouted miles, you’re left…well…shocked. your friends are also left shocked wondering who asked you to say those things. when you go to question miguel about it you find him in a state you’ve never seen him in before.

You had desperately wanted to translate the Spanish Miguel had chosen not to tell you. So much so, that you had began to scout HQ for a Spanish native speaker. You were too prideful to use your phone for translation, plus Miguel said nothing on not asking someone.

You remember Miles saying his mum was Hispanic. Even if his Spanish wasn’t top notch you’re sure he’ll understand at least a few words. Understand the sentences Miguel made you say.

You spot Pav talking with some other spider variants, using large hand gestures. "Pav!" You call, walking up to him.

He shifts his gaze to you, a smile soon following. “Y/n. How are you?”

You smile. “Good…yeah, no I’m good. I was just wondering if you knew where Miles was?”

“Oh.” He spins. “I swear I saw him over there.” He points in a random direction. “…now he’s gone. Maybe with Gwen.” He nudges you, raising his brows. You chuckle, understanding the meaning of those raised brows.

“Well, this will only take a moment. I just need translation for something.”

“Translation? To what language?” Pav asks.

“From Spanish to English. And I heard Miles knows a bit.”

“Ah…wait, but doesn’t Miguel fully speak it?” Pav pauses. “Yeah, he’d know a lot more than Miles.”

You nod. “He just won’t tell me.” You mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” Pav asks, brows furrowed.

You look back up. “Miguel’s just kind of busy right now.” You had no idea if he was or not. “And so I thought Miles might be free.”

“I see.” Pav nods. “Come on, I’ll help you find him.” Pav begins to head down one of the paths in the communal area where bunches of spider variants sat and stood talking.

“Miles!” Pav called out to nowhere in particular. “Miles!?”

“Is yelling his name really gonna help?” Your brows furrow.

“I like to think yelling will conjure up the whole ‘spider-sense’ thing.” Pav says, still gazing around. “Wait, maybe I need to sound more in distress.”

You chuckle, looking around. And that’s when you spot Miles and Gwen. “Miles!” You walk over with a smile. Pav is hot on your heels.

Miles turns, and copies your smile. “Y/n, hey.”

“Okay look, I’m sorry to ask this but can you translate something for me?” You ask, hopeful.

Miles tilts his head slightly. “Yeah, sure. As long as it isn’t French, or Dutch, or Russian. Or practically any language I don’t know.”

Your smile widens. “No, no. None of those. It’s just Spanish.”

“Oh.” Miles stands straighter. “I’ll warn you I don’t know a heck of amount. But I can give it go.”

“Thank you.” You grow more excited in way. All of last night you had been thinking about what you had said, really trying not to just roll over and grab your phone.

“Okay, so it’s two sentences.” You begin. Miles nods. “The first one is…’Me encantaría usar…tu cama para otras…cosas’.” You say it somewhat slowly, making sure you got it right.

When you look back to Miles, he’s staring at you blinking. You stare back. “What?” You ask.

“Um.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m probably hearing it wrong.” He mutters to himself before he’s looking back to an expectant you.

“What was the second one?” He asks, a little more curious this time.

“Uh…’¿No crees que…me vería bonita atrapada entre…tus sábanas?’”

Now miles is staring at you. You eye him, brows furrowed. “What does it mean?”

He coughs. “Who said that to you?”

“Oh, no I said it to someone.” You answer. “Well, they asked me to say it…”

“You said it someone…” he drifts off, slightly gulping.

“What? Is it…bad?” Your brows are further furrowed. “Come on, Miles, please. I’ve been dying to know what it means all of last night.”

“Well, the first one…it means ‘I’d love to use your bed for other things’.” He mutters it out extremely quickly. That you think you don’t catch it right.

“What?”

“And the second one means ‘don’t you think I’d look pretty trapped in your sheets?’.” Miles’ has looked away, scratching the back of his neck again, clearly a fraction flustered.

This time you’re staring at him, or more so through him. Then you blink. “What?” You repeat stupidly. That can’t be right. Why did miguel ask you to say something about his bed…

Now you weren’t dumb you were just…in shock. Because how does that make sense. And as the words settle in your mind a little more, you begin to feel the familiar burn in your stomach.

Recently your skin had begun to feel hot. In specific scenarios, around a specific someone. Every moment that he had touched you in some way you had either been injured, or fainting, so you hadn’t realised the reactions in the moment. But now, having your mind clear and your body healthy enough your skin grows prickly.

Then there was the touches on your chin…

At first you thought that they were a form of showing his superiority. It seemed like something he’d do. But when you really thought about it, you realised that he wasn’t grabbing Peter’s face like that, he wasn’t leaning over a chair that Gwen was sitting at.

Now you’ve grown hot. And your cheeks are probably bright red, considering how Pav is eyeing you. “Um.” You nod. You don’t know why you’re nodding. You just need to do something that isn’t stare off into space.

“Who, um, asked you to say that?” Gwen asks.

You shift your gaze to her, still slightly stuck in your own head. You felt the urge to fan yourself, but realised how implicating that would seem. Miguel got you to say that stuff? That seemed to be a repeating question in your head.

“Oh, uh, nobody.” You didn’t really want to tell them that it was Miguel. You felt it would put pressure on something that you were sure wasn’t even something. It wasn’t…right?

But now as you quickly thank miles and skim past them, your mind is whirring. Did Miguel…? You press your lips together at the thought, unbuttoning the first button of your dress shirt. You were sure you were reading into it. Though…part of you was actually hoping the underlying meaning you were thinking of was the truth.

You were even slightly shocked at yourself at this revelation. It’s as if it had always been on the tip of your tongue. Not falling off because Miguel is well…Miguel.

;;

“What was that about?” Pav asks, watching your leaving form. Gwen watches you go as well, eyes narrowing in her own inspection.

Miles was still going over the sentences in his head, really double checking he got them right. “Yeah…nah, that’s right.” He mutters. “My translations right.”

“Who asked her—“

“Asked who what?” Hobie appeared, clearly just back from a mission, as he leaned against Miles, resting his arm on his shoulder.

“Y/n.” Gwen says. “She asked Miles to translate something for her.”

“See, I knew this guy would be helpful.” Hobie slightly shakes Miles’ shoulders.

“I think someone has a crush on y/n.” Pav says, making Hobie shift his gaze to him.

“Who?” Miles asks, suddenly interested in the small ordeal.

Pav shrugs, but Hobie shakes his head, scoffing. Pav hadn’t seen you and Miguel interact a hell of a lot. Gwen didn’t pay that much attention to people’s gazes, and Miles was well…new. So, maybe Hobie could give them a break, but he still couldn’t believe how oblivious they were.

Hobie began to figure out Miguel’s little crush on you when Miguel had called him in for a last minute mission that Miguel could have easily done himself. He hadn’t needed Hobie.

And when Miguel’s jaw clenched at the mention of how he was supposed to be hanging out with you, Hobie began to clock on.

“Come on, you lot.” Hobie says staring at them. “Tell me, who speaks Spanish here? Fluently?”

Gwen looks down, thinking. “Miguel.”

Hobie nods. “Uh huh.” He presses, seeing their slightly furrowed brows. “Oh bloody hell, you lot are thick.”

“Oh…” Pav mutters. “Oh!” He realises, and Hobie gestures to him, sighing in relief.

“Thank anarchy.” He mutters, thankful one person caught on.

“Miguel likes y/n?!” Pav practically exclaims, earning a few side glances from other spider variants.

“It’d seem so.” Hobie smirks.

;;

Later that evening, you stood, not meaning to feel as flushed as you were. Standing in front of Miguel's bedroom door, you felt hot, your breathing quickening. After having found out what he got you to say—and having gone through the stages of confusion, denial and then shock—you've arrived back to sweaty palms.

You take a breath, knocking, but instead of the solid feel of the door, your hand falls through, the door having been cracked open a fraction—your nervous state must have forced you not to notice. It swings wider and your breath hitches.

Miguel's room is a mess, and not just his bed this time. Things are smashed, and his chair is thrown, lying lifeless on the floor. You then shift your gaze up to a heaving Miguel. He finally notices your presence, meeting your wide eyes.

Miguel had always been someone who was controlled. Sure, he got agitated easy, and clearly had some anger issues to deal with, but 'messy' was never a word you associated with him. And here he was hair ruffled, wet from the outside rain, and covering part of his eyes. His chest heaved to a mismatched beat, as his nose twitched in a snarl, his fangs very visible in the dim light. He looked like the definition of ‘a mess’.

"What are you doing here?" His low tone breaks you from your silent stance, your lips coming closed to rub against each other in...thought? You weren't entirely sure.

You gulp. "Did something...happen?" You scan his body for injuries, but find none. You glance at his open window. "Did you go on a mission?"

"Did you need something?" Miguel doesn't mean for his tone to come out so harshly. And watching your face twitch a fraction made him grind his teeth in annoyance at himself.

"I was going to ask you something, but..." Now you weren't so sure that this moment was the right one.

Miguel gulps, turning slightly away from you. "If you have nothing to say…go."

Yes, Miguel was acting clip and rude with you. And yes...maybe he did turn away so he wouldn't see your expressions. But then he hears your steps slowly draw closer. He shifts his gaze back to you.

Right now was the worst time to see you, he didn't want you to see him, he wanted you to go.

"I thought you had nothing to say?" Miguel briskly asks, but you caught the slight crack in his harsh tone. A crack that displayed a mix of emotions—stress, anxiety,...fear?

Before you know it you're moving closer, your feet, the rain and his breathing filling the other wise silent room. "Now's not a good time." His tone cracked even more. This time with anger.

You stop, a decent distance away. And maybe you should leave, leave him to this. But what is this? You voice that. "What is this?" 'This' as in the mess. 'This' as in Miguel's body language. He looked like he was not even a minute away from exploding.

"Are you...okay?"

Part of Miguel's facade broke at that. "I'm perfectly fine. Do I not look it?" He spits this, fully turning to you. Some droplets of water, that had drenched his hair slides down his cheek.

You know not to be taken aback by Miguel's words. But you'd never seen the word 'crazed' written in his eyes before...'frantic'. "No...you don't look it." You say, eyeing him. "You look...you don't look like yourself."

Miguel mockingly nods, his tongue dragging across one of his fangs, and actually drawing blood. "Right." He forcibly chuckles. "I forgot, I'm supposed to look...what? Composed? On task? In control?" He's stepped closer to you, each word coming out like a snarl.

"Not everything stays the same." Miguel is saying. "Not everything goes the way we plan." He grits out 'plan' like he despises the word altogether.

And as you glance from his hair to the window, to then his too clean of a suit, you realise something. It wasn't a mission, but he had gone somewhere.

"Miguel, where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere." He scoffs out.

"Yes you did." You say, narrowing your eyes in thought. And maybe now would be a good time to leave, leave him be. But of course you wouldn't, 'worry' now tieing you up tight. Then you pause. "Why are talking about things that don't go to plan? What hasn't gone to plan?"

"You know, you can be real nosy sometimes." Miguel wanted to punch himself. Why did he say that? You had never been nosy, only observant. Maybe too much for your own good, but it was surely a talent of yours. And here he was shaming you.

But in this moment you weren't fazed. Something was wrong. "Miguel, you've clearly just come in here angry. You're hair's wet from the rain, so obviously recently. Your room is a mess. It's never a mess. You're...never a mess."

"Oh, plenty of things can become a mess, y/n."

"Yeah, but never you. Sure, you've gotten angry before, but you've never trashed a room. There's glass on the floor...you broke that mirror." You gesture to the one hanging on the wall, a prominent fist imbedded in the middle.

"Don't tell me you're gonna deduce where I've fucking been by the glass?!" He was yelling. Not at you. Never at you. At himself. But he's always been very good at projecting. Especially when you're around.

"No." You breathe. "I'm asking you." You say, letting a hint of your concern shine through. You were concerned. Very concerned. Maybe Miguel would have noticed your concern, if he wasn't slowly loosing it. If the messed up room wasn't enough of a tell, he's hit his peak.

"What happened?" You ask again, and this time you finally get a response.

"I fucked up, okay?!" He exclaims, his heart pounding a mile a minute. "I can't take it back. And I've tried. I've really tried. But you know what? Maybe this is meant to happen. Maybe I'm meant to screw everything up."

You stare at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I..." Miguel drifts off, fisting his already disheveled hair. "I let them take it..." Hs voice has softened. But not to a nice kind of softened—a broken one.

You step a fraction closer. "Who? And take what?"

You can visibly see Miguel's strength ebbing away. He looks exhausted, and all in all done. Done with everything. You didn't like that look, you didn't like the inclination of it. "Miguel." You say slowly.

But he's going farther and farther back into his mind, getting tangled up in thoughts you could tell had begun to haunt him. Screwed up? What had he supposedly screwed up?

Then before your mind could work on overdrive, millions of questions wanting to surface, and before Miguel could step further back from reality, you stepped much, much closer, reaching up on your tip toes. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck...hugging him.

Miguel is frozen. Entirely frozen. His mind stops trying to murder him and the drowning sounds in his ears fade away. Now he can hear your breathing, a nervous beat clear. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he should do what he’s thinking.

But then you’re slowly drawing back, arms leaving his body. And he can’t have that. He swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to him, as his hands clench around your shirt.

Your breathing hitches as Miguel’s breath hits your collarbone, his head choosing to rest in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing part of your skin.

No. He had told himself he wouldn’t think like that anymore. It was exhausting, and he was tired enough as is. His grip tightened around you. To all the doubtful voices in his head, he was using you to say ‘shut the hell up’.

You could feel Miguel’s entire body practically slump against yours. And though your cheeks were red hot, and your heart was screaming you wrapped your arms back around his neck, your wrists meeting together by his hair.

For once Miguel heard silence. He had always had too many voices in his head telling him this and that. And that ‘this was what has to be done’ and that ‘no, you can’t get distracted’.

Now he felt a much relieving calmness engulfing him. You. His breathing slightly shuddered against your neck, the open of his mouth leading his fangs to lightly brush across your skin.

You shivered at this, earning Miguel to lean his head back. But he didn’t let your waist go. You stopped those voices and he’d be damned if he let you step away from his body now.

Your breathes met, as did your gaze. You were close, the seeming millimetre making you seem even more so. You could feel Miguel’s fingers fiddle slowly with the back of your shirt, your front still pressed against his.

“I’m…” You gulp, your voice coming out much shakier than you intended. “Sorry…I probably shouldn’t have hugged you.” You could practically taste his breath.

“Yeah…you probably shouldn’t have.” His tone is breathy, sounding out of body, as his gaze flickers to your lips.

They’re dry—of course. And now at the close proximity licking them made you feel ten times hotter. You prayed he couldn’t see your blushing cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I just…sorta came in.” You felt you had to fill in the silence. Miguel didn’t seem to mind it though, cause it meant that he could listen to your voice. And replacing your voice with the one’s in his head is probably the smartest choice he could ever make.

Well maybe the second smartest choice… He stared at your freshly wet lips, breathing harder. His thoughts had changed from ‘how much more could he take’ to ‘how much more…more…more’. He wanted more. More of your closeness, this seemed to not be enough.

In response to his thoughts his hands glided up your back, making your body lean more against him. Chest to chest.

“A-and I probably shouldn’t have assumed all that stuff…” you breathe out, as Miguel tilts his head, looking down at you. It’s safe to say your were flustered.

“I think you did alright.” He partially whispered.

“Well…you’re not throwing a chair..so..” Stupid, stupid, stupid—you think to yourself. “I mean…”

And to your shock you notice his lips begin to curve up. And not just to stop at a certain point. No. His lips continued to widen until he was smiling. An actual, genuine smile, that oozed amusement, and it made him look…happy?

“Careful.” You say. “You look like you’re expressing a ‘sparkly emotion’.”

“Oh no.” His grin doesn’t fall, and it only makes your heart beat faster. “We wouldn’t want that…would we?”

You quickly shake your head, and Miguel presses his lips together with further amusement, his eyes darting. “…cute.”

You freeze. And Miguel seems to realise his small slip up, as his eyes grow a fraction wider. He had slipped up in English. Goddamn English. You understood.

But what he didn’t know was that you understood a lot more than just that word. And as the reason for your arrival to his room came back to you, the simple word ‘cute’ seemed to mean a whole lot, lot more.

I’m sorry this one’s kinda short, and not too much is going on. but I wanted them to have a close moment like this before they…well…y’know.

at this point I’ve decided to do nine parts (it fits better) so next part…mhm…FINALLY we can get some closer HaPpIniNgS

plus next part im gonna go onto a deeper dive of where Miguel went and who the masked men are — i just needed a bit of tension filled fluff

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tying the knot • cl16 part 2 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so sorry this took a-bit more time to get out then i initially planned but nevertheless hope you enjoy!! one more part after this x. i lied

NOT PROOF READ YET!

part 1 here!

august 2023

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yourusername forever & always

username2 WHAT?!

username18 please don’t tell me we lost y/n to a guy and a marriage all in one day

username1 I AM HYPERVENTILATING

username9 WHO IS THAT MAN?

username33 y/n is MARRIED?!

username14 omfg she’s so stunning

username81 y/n cheated on me 😭

username72 everyone losing their minds over the guy but i just wanna know who from the grid went

username18 i NEED to know who was in the wedding party

pierregasly jolie fille 🩷

francisca.cgomes sexiest bride out

⤷ yourusername stop it i’m blushing 🫣😘

charles_leclerc 🤍

⤷ username55 u guys don’t think…

⤷ username16 omfg i’d actually cry if it was him, i’ve shipped them forever like they’re literally childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend/best friends sister, slowburn irl… but realistically it’s defs not

lilymhe the cutest 🥹 but make sure he knows ur still MY wife

⤷ yourusername ofc ofc baby

⤷ alex_albon oh?

luisinhaoliveira99 congrats my girl 😍

estebanocon ouah y/n!

lorenzotl félicitations petite soeur

⤷ yourusername enzo 🥹

⤷ username62 lorenzo calling y/n his little sister I COULD CRY

alex_albon nice!

georgerussell63 congratulations! 👏

carmenmmundt 🩷🩷

joris__trouche belle cérémonie y/n!

⤷ yourusername ❤️

arthur_leclerc 😄😄

heidiberger_ blushing bride!

leclerc_pascale ma belle fille

⤷ yourusername merci maman ❤️

liked by alex_albon, charles_leclerc, and 108,873 others

lilymhe my best friend in the world got cuffed 🥂

tagged yourusername

yourusername the best maid of honour i could’ve asked for 🥹🩷

⤷ lilymhe forever babe 🤍

yourusername u next!!! alex_albon

⤷ alex_albon maybe she’ll stop calling u her wife then 😵‍💫

⤷ lilymhe NEVER

username23 OMFG LILY WAS HER MAID OF HONOUR 😭😭

username9 LILY AND ALEX WERE AT THE WEDDING!!!now we know people from the grid were defs there, now onto who else!

⤷ username11 i mean obv they would be… lily and y/n are best friends. also pierre and kika were obviously there bc he’s her brother, charles and his brothers probably too bc they’re childhood friends, and based on who else was in italy for what was obviously the hens night and bachelor party - carlos, carmen, george, heidi, danny, luisa, lando, isa, carla, charlotte

luisinhaoliveira99 the fits 🥵

alex_albon top night yourusername charles_leclerc

alex_albon top night yourusername

⤷ lilymhe omg alex

⤷ yourusername don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose

⤷ username72 what are they talking abt?

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, and 279,093 others

francisca.cgomes parabéns linda menina. eu te amo minha irmã, sempre e para sempre. 💒

translation: congratulations beautiful girl. i love you my sister, always and forever. 💒

tagged yourusername

username15 gonna cry… kika calling y/n her sister 😭😭

username8 the best sister-in-laws

yourusername kika 🥹🥹 the best sister ever

alex_albon LMFAO y/n crying in the third slide 💀

⤷ yourusername watch it albono

⤷ lilymhe idk if my eyes were deceiving me but i’m pretty certain i saw u welling up

⤷ georgerussell63 no no ur eyes weren’t deceiving u, alex cried like a little bitch

⤷ alex_albon UM OK?? i’ve watched them grow up waht did u expect 😫 also george i know u aren’t speaking

⤷ yourusername awww that’s rlly sweet alex

liked by georgerussell63, yourusername, and 109,039 others

carmenmmundt felicidades linda 🤍

tagged yourusername, georgerussell63

yourusername carmen!! 🩷

username63 carmen slaying the wedding fit TRUST she will always show UP

georgerussell63 😍😍

username62 everyone going all in and out for y/n’s wedding, as they shouldddd

alex_albon george looking fitty

⤷ username2363 galex rights!

liked by danielricciardo, lancestroll, and 100,633 others

heidiberger_ cutest weekend! many well wishes to my girl yourusername 🤍

username4 omg danny and heidi look SO good

yourusername love u!!! thanku my love 🤍

username3 this is frfr the wedding of the year

username99 scotty and blake were there?? y/n fr knows EVERYONE

⤷ username8 love how we’ve all collectively ignored that the groom also has family and friends 😭

danielricciardo 😫

liked by scottyjames31, chloestroll, and 187,828 others

daniel3.jpg the royal wedding p1

tagged yourusername, heidiberger_, scottyjames31

username3 heidi and daniel look so perfect 😭

username82 i’m sorry but how many outfit changes did y/n have?!? i love thoooo

yourusername so glad both ur girlfriend and boyfriend could attend

yourusername omg danny 🥹 these are so perfect

scottyjames31 looking fresh DR

username6 i want daniel3.jpg to photograph my wedding

username85 her wedding was literally a DREAM. like the venue, the guest list, the multiple dresses, DANNYRIC PHOTOGRAPHY

username64 the parasols 😍

lando.jpg all my photos turned out crap sorry yourusername

⤷ alex_albon yeah bc u were on the piss mate

⤷ yourusername it’s okay lan just glad u had fun

charles_leclerc thanku daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg oh charles don’t thank me yet. this is part 1…

⤷ charles_leclerc daniel.

⤷ daniel3.jpg i take bribes in the form of cash 😄

⤷ yourusername money badger frfr

⤷ username36 oh no what dirt does danny have on charles?!

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 1,898,727 others

maxverstappen1 many congrats to the happy couple!

username92 even max was there?!

danielricciardo looking fitty maxxie

⤷ maxverstappen1 all for you

⤷ heidiberger_ i get the struggle now carmenmmundt lilymhe

username18 just max lookin this good for the wedding of the centuryyy

username74 losing lestappen but at least it’s to y/n

⤷ username14 ITS NOT CHARLES

yourusername thanku maxy 🩷

landonorris he’s laughing at my jokes here 😝😘

⤷ charles_leclerc *laughing at you

username16 IM SORRY BUT LIKE- charles doesn’t even follow max but he’s liked and commented….

liked by yourusername, carla.brocker, and 299,882 others

arthur_leclerc fiancé à marié 🤍

tagged yourusername, lorenzotl, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username84 so arthur was at the engagement…

⤷ username82 hmmm interesting

carla.brocker 🩷🩷

yourusername love uuu thurthur 🤍🤍

username80 just arthur posting for his brother’s wedding 😝

username73 the picture of the gasly and leclerc siblings with jules and tom IM SO SOFT

charles_leclerc mate where did you find that picture 😦 long time ago, great memories ❤️

username46 guys idk if u understand how crazy it was that he was at the engagement…

⤷ username55 is normal for friends and family to be there for the engagement

liked by scuderiaferrari, landonorris, and 583,378 others

carlossainz55 congrats to the happy couple!

tagged yourusername, landonorris

username18 by the tags you’d think y/n and lando got married 💀

landonorris hot

username7 carlos posting lando like they’re a couple LOL

yourusername grazie chilli 😘

charles_leclerc looking good mate 👌

username72 awww carlos was there as well 🥹

⤷ username46 obv had to be there for his teammates wedding

liked by yourusername, luisinhaoliveira99, and 677,828 others

landonorris don’t remember much 🍾🍾

tagged luisinhaoliveira99, yourusername

luisinhaoliveira99 🥰

username27 he cleans up NICE

username52 how drunk did he get? 💀

yourusername not surprised lan

carlossainz55 😍

alex_albon i remember everything…

liked by lorenzotl, charles_leclerc, 27,727 others

charlotte2304 🔔💐 love you yourusername

tagged carla.brocker

username8 ahhh leclerc wags at y/n’s wedding 🥰

lorenzotl ❤️

carla.brocker pretty 🩷

yourusername 🥹 love u love u love u 🥹

username26 y/n’s sister in laws…?

username3 stop being delulu

liked by luisinhaoliveira99, carlossainz55, and 200,929 others

isahernaez el amor está en el aire. espero que la vida de casados ​​te trate bien, la ceremonia más bonita y me lo pasé genial jugando a decir sí al vestido! 🥂💒

translation: love is in the air. i hope married life treats you well, the most beautiful ceremony and i had a great time playing say yes to the dress!

tagged yourusername

username18 ahhh i love their friendship sm

username66 isa helped pick y/n’s dress 😭 y/n never beating those ferrari wags rumours

yourusername isa 😭 thanku for everything 🥹 i’m gonna cry

luisinhaoliveira99 sooo pretty!!

username7 her and y/n still being friends 🫂🫂

carlossainz55 😍

⤷ username55 🤨

charlottesiine isaaaa 🤩

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, and 109,837 others

daniel3.jpg p2

tagged yourusername, landonorris, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc

username71 danny coming in w the content he knew we wanted

username14 pierre and kika 🥹

username35 omg ofc they all jumped in the pool. wouldn’t expect anything less from this bunch 😭

username82 omfg this looks so much fun

username27 lando getting litty 💀💀

⤷ username2 lmfao look at charles tho 😭

yourusername foolish of me to think these wouldn’t make the cut but at least none of mine are totally embarra 💀

username16 oh to get drunk and party at y/n’s wedding reception w the grid + the entire f1 community

username8 sorry i’m actually creasing at charles. this must be what he was talking abt on the other post lmfao.

charles_leclerc GIVE ME MY 50 BACK

⤷ lilymhe 50? daniel u do not know how to play the game

⤷ usernams74 did charles really expect 50€ to silence the money badger?

username81 oh charles was GONE gone

username72 y/n planned this so perfectly. making sure it was during summer break when the entire grid was off so they could get wasted without having to worry

scuderiaferrari what is our driver doing…? that’s just bc your so happy right charles… right?

⤷ charles_leclerc look away admin. look away 😔

⤷ daniel3.jpg drunk on happiness 🤣🤣

liked by leclerc_pascale, olliebearman, and 120,838 others

lorenzotl nous vous avons vu grandir ensemble, maintenant vieillir ensemble.

translation: we watched you grow up together, now grow old together.

tagged yourusername, leclerc_pascale, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

username23 ummm does this mean what i think it means?!

username16 IM SORRY??? is lorenzo saying that y/n’s husband is CHARLES

username22 THIS IS HOW I WINNNNN. childhood friends to lovers EXCELLENCE

yourusername awww enzo 🥹

leclerc_pascale mes beaux enfants 🤍

arthur_leclerc oh 😒😒

⤷ yourusername youngest child struggles arth 🤷‍♀️😫

⤷ pierregasly sucks to suck

charles_leclerc oh putain how old we are!

username52 this is CRAZY like i’m so happy but i never thought this would become real

username91 going to SOB look at pascale fixing up y/n’s makeup 😭

⤷ username23 she watched her grow up and now she’s watching her marry her son 😭

username18 i still think that it’s not charles. like why would they hide that

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charles_leclerc my best friend is married 🤍 si fier 😘

tagged yourusername

username99 lol nvm

username87 i’m actually going to SOB

username2 damn i’m still rooting for them

username9 the pic of him y/n and pierre OH IM GONNA CRY

yourusername ❤️

username7 WHY LORENZO WHY DID U TEASE US LIKE THAT?? MAKING US BELIEVE IT WAS CHARLES.

⤷ username86 he’s delulu like us

⤷ username72 he’s still manifesting. biggest y/n charles shipper.

username16 waiting for him to say ‘to me’ 😭 PLEASE

pierregasly mate how long ago was that 😮‍💨

username91 charles and that damn 😘 emoji

username74 i can feel the pining and yearning from here

username62 i just know mans is going thru it. he has had the fattest most obvious crush on her foreverrrr.

username43 dc what anyone says. this doesn’t mean anything. like this could still be a husband posting his wife.

liked by yourusername, francisca.cgomes, and 493,938 others

pierregasly félicitations ma petite. celebrating my best friends tonight!

tagged yourusername, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, lorenzotl

username37 i’m gonna sob. their relationship is so special to me.

username14 the pic of them dancing 😭😭

username01 best brother sister duo

username16 ‘celebrating my best friends’ hmmmm ur not slick pierre

⤷ username92 or he’s just best friends w her husband. charles isn’t his only best friend.

yourusername pierre 🥹🥹

username81 IM SORRY BUT THE LAST PIC COME ON

username36 im not one to feed into rumours but like why would lorenzo, arthur, pierre, AND charles include baby pics of all of them if it’s not y/n and charles

⤷ username63 y/n is practically family to the leclerc. they grew up w her. she’s like they’re sister.

⤷ username36 see id get that but why would pierre include a baby pic of all of them instead of just him and y/n. like it’s y/n’s wedding and he’s her sister. what does that have to do w the leclercs.

⤷ username16 RIGHT like i get if the leclercs just did that but pierre also including it and tagging the leclercs… like they’re joining families idk man

username91 i’m totally not crying abt the baby pic of y/n and then the pic of her at her wedding holding her cousin’s baby

username27 i’m sorry pierre but i could recognise that jaw from a mile away

username72 all these people saying it’s charles. r u forgetting his post where he said his BEST FRIEND is married???

⤷ username46 people can like yk lie

⤷ username16 he said his best friend is married. he could mean married to him?

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yourusername a fairytale 💒

username73 her wedding was a literal fairytale

username27 the shoes 😲 jaw dropped

username86 eating up every piece of content from this wedding. especially any of y/n and her husband 😩

lilymhe my princess 🥹

⤷ yourusername loml iloveuiloveiloveu thanku sm for everything and all of ur help lils

username92 those flower girls look so cute 😭

pierregasly nuit émouvante petit. tellement heureux pour vous deux.

⤷ yourusername je t’aime

francisca.cgomes best night ever linda ✨✨

carlossainz55 so happy for the both of you 👏👏

arthur_leclerc no one deserves it more ❤️

⤷ yourusername mon petit frère 🥺

charles_leclerc ma meilleure pote

taglist: @dl-yum @honey6578 @lillianacristina @xcinnamongirl @glitterf1 @christianpulisic10

[luveline]

If you have any interest, how about a Spencer blurb where he's off on a case and gets or misses a late night call from the reader and is super worried, only to call them back and find them drunk and missing him. And of course the team rags on him after.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

Spencer looks down at his phone and goes ghostly white. 

"What?" Emily asks. "They had a sale at Waterstones and you missed it?" 

Spencer clicks a bunch of buttons on his phone and brings it to his ear, crushing limp hair to his neck. "Seventeen missed calls," he says. 

Derek comes to the rescue, though the lightness in his voice is slightly forced, "Don't panic, wonderboy. Who wouldn't be eager to talk to you at… two AM?" 

"Is that the time difference?" Emily asks, leaning forward in concern. 

Even Hotch puts down his pen. The team listens to the phone ring. It loops, loops, loops, and everybody breathes a sigh of relief when you finally answer. If something happened to you Spencer wouldn't survive it. Nor after everything he's already been through. 

"Hey?" he says. There's a gap of silence. "Y/N, are you there?" 

"Spencer!" 

Spencer turns away from the table they've congregated at and looks through the open window at the parking lot, police cars roaming in and out of spaces. "What's wrong?" 

"I miss you so much." 

Spencer's nose wrinkles of its own accord. "Yeah? You sound odd. Are you– are you drunk?" 

Derek laughs. Like marionettes held tight with strings suddenly cut, the team stop their stressing and send each other knowing, amused looks. 

"Just a little bit!" you promise, clearly lying. Your voice catches on the syllables like they're coated in sticky honey, the slightest slurring tripping you up at the end. "We went for– to Chilli's. I had a blooming onion and seven margaritas!" 

"I can tell." 

"I'm really sorry, Spence, I know I'm not s'posed to call when you're away," you begin. 

Spencer glances back. Rossi and JJ have returned with coffee and a late dinner, neither of them bothering to act as though they aren't listening to the conversation. 

"No," Spencer says, turning back around and hunching inward, "that's the opposite of what we talked about, isn't it? You can call whenever you want to, but I can't, you know, always answer. I thought something bad happened. Maybe next time you could text me?" Rather than call almost twenty times and give him a heart attack.

Laughter echoes from behind. They team act like a teasing family sometimes, Spencer their teenage son who's never dated. 

He would fluster if you weren't talking to him in loud but loving tones, "I can barely walk, texting wasn't happening. I'm para-spelgic." 

"You're not," he says, firmly at first. "Are you? Who's with you? Is Rebecca there?" Rebecca being your best friend. Spencer trusts her to take care of you.

"She was, but she said that I– uh… She said I talked about you too much and made her nauseous. I feel kinda sick, too, but I just needed to talk to you, Spence. I miss you. I miss you, are you home soon?" 

"Is Rebecca really not there?" he asks. He thinks about the room full of special agents he's standing in and drops his voice to a murmur. "I miss you too." 

"She's making toast or something." 

"That's good. It'll soak up the margaritas." 

"I don't want toast, I want you! Please come home safe, angel. I really wish you were here to do that thing with my ear." 

Spencer has to give in. You're speaking so loudly it's impossible the team hadn't heard it, but he can't find the will to be embarrassed any longer. You're drunk and ridiculous and all you can think about is him.

"I wish I was home, too. Do I need to worry about you? Make sure you're drinking water, okay? Alcohol makes you dehydrated, you'll get a bad headache." 

"It makes me miss you," you whine. 

He smiles fondly. "There's no cure for that." A door opens over the line. "Is that Rebecca?" 

"Yeah." Murmurings. "She says sorry for letting me get so drunk, but she didn't let me do anything. It's like you always say, Spence, I can do whatever I set my mind to." 

"And you set your mind to getting drunk at Chili's." 

"Exactly!" 

You talk a little more before he hangs up. He knows you're getting taken care of. 

A gaggle of smiling faces greet him as he turns around. "Everything okay, 'angel'?" Derek asks. 

Spencer puts his phone in his pocket. You'll text him in the morning with a hankering for Tylenol and sore eyes, but you'll be fine. "Everything's great." 

[lazyjellyfish300]

Tell Me.

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT, P IN V, CREAMPIE, PRAISE, NIPPLE PLAY, MINIMAL PLOT, YOU CRY DURING SEX

Word count: a little over 600 ish.

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Telling Miguel how much you love him and how much you need him while he's fucking you.

Position-wise, in missionary or in lotus. Anything where you're gazing directly at each other, eye to eye. Crimson ruby of his eyes blown wide. A most intimate portal between two souls where the love can move freely in both directions. No loud sounds escaping him so much as those soft whimpers that you find so endearing. 

"Dime(tell me)..." he implores you, his rough, sweet breaths and pants against you. The angelic face of your lover spurring you on.

Somehow, with him it just comes. The words flow seamlessly. A dam gently breaking. Ink swiftly bleeding. Hearts calmly stirring. His soul is burning. 

Words on a string tugged from the profound depths of your heart become soft whispers in his ear as his veiny cock slides in and out of you in tender love-making.

"I n-need you...in every way there is to need another person..." 

Miguel rumbles a low hiss at your words, closing his eyes as if he's in fervent prayer. "God..."

"...so fiercely, so...completely...right now...I need you physically, carnally...until the night runs out....Until you can't use me anymore. Until there's no more of your cum you can leave inside of me...."

Miguel's eyebrows knit with passion and his jaw inches open as he pants over you. "Yes..."

"I want to take you in every way...in every position..." 

Miguel groans loudly, slowing down his hips in steady rhythm with every word that tumbles from your lips, as though he were punctuating each one.

"I think about you......every day. Every. moment. Mnhhh...that I'm not with you..." 

"What do you think about me, hermosa...?" He begs. "Tell me...please..." 

"I think about your eyes...how you look when you kiss me.... I think about your arms, how you f-feel when you hold me...I think about your voice...how you sound when you fuck me..." 

"Mierda(shit)..." He lovingly presses his forehead against yours, taking your jaw in his fingers, his breaths picking up. "Don't stop..." 

"Every bit of you....every inch of you..."

"Oh my God..." He frantically litters kisses all down your neck.

"Nobody...yearns for you...as much as I do.... Miggy!" You whine and shut your eyes, clutching onto him as bury your face in his shoulder. 

"I've got you..." he murmurs, paying special attention to your breasts. He pauses his tempo as he indulges in one of his favorite parts of you, all the while he savors the way your weeping pussy hugs his cock, delaying both of your peaks so he could love you longer. 

"Baby..." 

"Relájate para mi...(Relax for me)" He ever so lightly bites your nipples. 

You deliciously arch your back, sucking in air through clenched teeth, "Ohhh I can't..." 

"You can, baby... it's alright..." he coaxes, moving up to kiss you again. "Look at how perfectly I fit inside you..." 

He slowly begins thrusting, slowly starts moving his cock inside your pussy once again. 

"You were made just for me....made only for me..." He whispers.  

He soothes you with a tender kiss. 

"Go on, cariño..." He murmurs into your mouth, his thrusts speeding up. "Let me hear you, please...I ache for you..." 

The vulnerability and rawness of this moment where your bodies are intertwined in the most intimate act revealed the profound weight of your emotions and escaped you with delicate tears cascading down your cheeks. 

Your voice rasps under the heavy weight of his body pounding you into the bed,

"I love you...so damn much...I've n-never loved anyone...like I love you..." 

After he cums inside you, his lips capture your tears as he hugs you close against his thrumming heart. He utters, 

"And I'll never stop..."

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