#personally i really loved that rhythm focused on her so closely and i thought all her chapters slapped but

[plussizeappreciationfics]

One shot: Falling in love

Requested ? : yes by @queenoftheworldisdead

Request: Can you do Pedro pascal and plus reader? Maybe he falls for a costume designer on the set of one of his films?

Warning(s): nope

A/N: I changed it to the makeup artist if you don't mind! @queenoftheworldisdead

Image(s) found on Google/Pintersest

"He should be here any minute", Sarah, your assistant spoke as she watched you let out a long yawn before continuing to put the brushes, blushes, small bowl of fake blood and hair clips onto the table.

"He better, or else he won't need my makeup at all, I could beat his face with my bare hands" you joked while putting up your fists and pretending to punch an imaginary person. Your assistant chuckled and made a mental note to ask Pedro's assistant if they could make a tiktok video with that concept.

Before she could voice her thoughts, the door to the trailer opened and a loud "Buenas dias!" erupted through the small room, Pedro entering the trailer and quickly closing the door behind him and greeting the two of you with hugs and kisses on the cheeks.

At your turn, you couldn't help but inhale the fresh scent of his body wash and perfume. That man always smelled like he was blessed by the Gods themselves. The Chilean actor grinned at you before whispering another "Good morning, beautiful" to you, making sure that Sarah wouldn't hear his special greeting for you.

"Good morning, you're five minutes late. My time is money, Pascal" you playfully scolded while patting his back, making him give you a quick kiss on the cheeks. "I am sorry, I will be on time tomorrow", he promised and finally released you from the tight hug, not that you wanted it but it was time to get to work.

"Okay, today you're shooting a lot of fight scenes, so your face is gonna look pretty beaten and bloody", you informed to which Pedro sighed and nodded his head, knowing that today would be a physical exhausting day. Nonetheless, he loved his job and loved that he got to spend the following hour in peace and with you.

"Okay, I'll see if Denzel is ready, if he is then I'll start his makeup too" Sarah informed you. You hummed in response while focusing your eyes on the makeup you had set up, ready to be used. She nodded her head at your vocal response and quickly left the trailer, knowing that you and Pedro needed all the concentration in the world.

Once Sarah had closed the door behind her, Pedro sat down in his designated chair and removed his glasses, placing them on the table and letting out a tired sigh before focusing his gaze on you. You were standing next to him, leaning over to open the SFX makeup jar while thinking about how long and deep the first fake scar would need to look like.

"I'm really Sorry, mi amor. I overslept" Pedro's gentle voice pulled you out of your rhythm, to which you chuckled and faced him while silently admiring his beautiful face. His eyes stared deeply into your and he had this genuine look of regret on his face, his brown eyes begging you for forgiveness.

"You have nothing to worry about Pedro, I was half joking" you chuckled and patted him on his shoulder, not realizing that goosebumps had made their way across his skin at your touch, his stomach churned in delight nervousness while his heart fluttered in his chest. That man was long gone for you.

"When are we going to address this" Pedro responded, his question making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and surprise, your heart skipping a beat as you felt like you had been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do.

"Address what?" you asked and let out a nervous chuckle, the actor's piercing and loving gaze keeping you on your toes. The tension shifted in the trailer and a part of you knew that you needed to start doing your job or else the director would get annoyed at the delay.

"How we both are hopelessly in love with one another. How I can feel your increased heartbeat whenever I hug you, how you're the first and last thing on my mind. How I know that you're not gonna allow yourself to voice your deepest thoughts about your feelings towards me because you know that falling in love with an actor is not the most convenient thing on this planet".

Pedro gave you a wide smile, his eyes sparkling while you sat there awestruck. He had read you like an open book and you felt somehow exposed but at the same time relieved because he had indeed voiced your deepest thoughts.

A shaky sigh left your lips as you broke the intense eye contact for a few seconds, needing to gather your thoughts.

"Pedro..." you sighed and looked back at him again, seeing how he leaned forwards and gently placed his hands on your thick waist, pulling you closed to him so that now you were standing in front of him.

He gently wrapped his strong arms around your waist and placed his chin on your big stomach, smiling up at you and looking so damn adorable and handsome that it made your heart skip a beat while a delicate shiver ran its way down your spine.

"I know what you're thinking. I am asking you for one date, an afternoon or evening where it's just the two of us and nobody else. No work, no coworkers just us. If you decide to not pursue your feelings and keep things professional, I will do the same", Pedro's suggestion sounded heavenly.

"Okay, one date. And then a few days time to gather my thoughts and then I'll let you know my decision" you repeated with a quick head nod, loosing the inner battle of not touching the actor and gently letting your soft hand brush through his still damp curls. The motion made the actor let out a soft sigh, already loving your touch and yearning for only more.

"Thank you. I will set everything up, all I need from you is to show up".

"Don't tell me that, I will show up in sweats and a baggy shirt" you chuckled and shook your head.

Pedro surprised you by quickly standing up, still holding you in close while a wide grin took over his face.

"I don't give a fuck how you'll dress up, I'm already blessed to know that I'll spend a few hours with you", his romantic confession made you bite back a shit-eating grin as you felt your knees weaken.

"We gotta get back to work now, or both of our asses will be served on a silver platter" you spoke and let out a sigh, wishing that this moment would never stop. You had finally gotten the confession you had been secretly been hoping and wishing for. A deep sense of peace and glee settled in your soul as you couldn't wait for the special date.

"Then let's get back to work, but not before this-" Pedro surprised you by leaning forward and stealing a soft, gentle kiss from your lips. The delicateness of his motion making your head spin while your lips tingled with glee. You gasped at the sensations and pushed the actor back in his seat, making him let out a chuckle while you shook your head and finally got to work on his face.

[nickeverdeen]

could you perhaps do an arcane caitlyn x autsitc reader having a really bad day bc of sensory issues? curious to see your take on how she would handle that (ik it's not super specific, sorry)

It’s okay, don’t worry!

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Save Heaven | Caitlyn x Autistic!Reader

Summary: Despite having a bad day due to your sensory issues your girlfriend always knows how to make it better

Pairings: Caitlyn Kiramman x autistic!fem!reader (romantic)

Warnings: None

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The day had started like any other, but by noon, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. The noise of Piltover, usually just a backdrop to your day, seemed louder, harsher. The hum of machinery, the chatter of people, and the occasional blaring horn of a passing vehicle felt like they were drilling into your skull. The bustling city, once so familiar, now felt like an assault on your senses.

You had tried to keep going, to push through the overwhelming noise, the glaring lights, and the constant pressure of people brushing past you. But it was too much. Your head was pounding, your skin felt like it was on fire, and every sound felt like a personal attack.

When you finally made it home, you felt like you were hanging on by a thread. The moment you stepped inside, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you squeezed your eyes shut. The apartment was quiet, but even the faint ticking of the clock on the wall felt too loud. You quickly kicked off your shoes, the feeling of them on your feet unbearable, and headed to your room in search of some kind of relief.

You curled up on the bed, pulling the blankets over your head as you tried to block out the world. But the sensory overload had already taken its toll, and the feeling of the fabric against your skin, the stuffiness of the air, everything—it was all too much. A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you curled into a tighter ball, feeling utterly trapped in your own skin.

The door creaked open softly, and you flinched at the sound, even though you knew who it was. Caitlyn was the only one with a key, and she’d said she’d come by after her shift ended. You heard her soft footsteps approaching, the bed dipping slightly as she sat down beside you.

“Hey,” she said gently, her voice a soft balm to your frayed nerves. “I’m here.”

You didn’t move, didn’t respond, but you felt her hand on your back, warm and reassuring. It was a touch that you usually welcomed, but right now, everything was too much. Still, Caitlyn didn’t push. She never did.

“I’m sorry,” you finally whispered, your voice barely audible beneath the covers. “I just… I can’t today.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Caitlyn replied, her voice steady and soothing. “It’s okay, love. I’m here for you.”

Slowly, you pushed the blanket down, just enough to peek out and see her. Her blue eyes were filled with concern, but there was no pity there, no frustration—just love and understanding. She smiled softly at you, her hand still resting lightly on your back, not pressing, just letting you know she was there.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her voice gentle.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. The words were there, but trying to put them together felt like too much right now. Instead, you just looked at her, hoping she could understand what you couldn’t say.

Caitlyn nodded, as if she could hear the thoughts swirling in your mind. “How about we just sit here for a bit? No talking, no pressure.”

You nodded again, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Caitlyn shifted on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and opening her arms slightly. You hesitated for a moment, but then you moved closer, resting your head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around you.

The scent of her perfume, something soft and floral, filled your senses, and you focused on that, letting it ground you. Her hand rubbed small circles on your back, the rhythm steady and calming, and gradually, you felt the tension in your body begin to ease.

The noise of the city was still there, faint through the walls, but it didn’t feel as overwhelming with Caitlyn by your side. The ticking clock was still annoying, but it wasn’t unbearable. Slowly, the world began to feel less hostile, less overwhelming.

Caitlyn didn’t say anything, just held you, her presence a constant comfort. You felt your breathing begin to even out, the tightness in your chest loosening. It was still a bad day, still heavy and hard, but Caitlyn made it bearable. She made you feel safe.

After a while, Caitlyn spoke again, her voice low. “Would you like to take a bath? I can make it nice and quiet, just for you.”

The thought of warm water, of the quiet, calm atmosphere of the bathroom, sounded like heaven. You nodded against her shoulder, and she pressed a soft kiss to your temple before gently helping you up.

She led you to the bathroom, and you watched as she ran the water, making sure it was just the right temperature. She added a few drops of lavender oil, the scent relaxing and familiar, before turning back to you with a small smile.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” she said, her hand brushing yours before she left you alone.

You sank into the tub, the warm water immediately soothing your sore muscles. The lavender scent filled the room, calming your mind, and you let out a long breath as you finally felt yourself start to relax.

It took some time, but eventually, the sensory overload began to fade, leaving you feeling calmer, more grounded. When you were ready, you got out of the tub, drying off and slipping into the soft clothes Caitlyn had left out for you.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, Caitlyn was waiting, her smile warm and welcoming. She held out a hand to you, and you took it, letting her guide you back to bed.

She settled in beside you, her arms open once more, and you didn’t hesitate to curl up against her. The world outside might still be too much, but in Caitlyn’s arms, you knew you’d always have a safe haven. And for now, that was enough.

[baenyth]

After too much stalling, I finally finished the other half of Miraculous Season 2. Here's my thoughts episode-by-episode:

Zombizou: The episode focused on Ms. Bustier. Honestly I get where she's coming from in that statement to Marinette. This is a world where people can become butt-ugly abominations because they felt upset, although I think Chloe still needs consequences for her actions as well as something like positive reinforcement. She had plenty consequences in season 1. Speaking of Chloe, That Asshole was wrong. There was clear intent for Chloedemption. Also could we at least have seen all that stuff Ms. Bustier does in previous episodes?

Syren: This was an episode the salters talked loads about, and honestly, I get where Adrien's coming from here. On a fundamental level the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculi aren't equals due to the Ladybug's magic reset button, but as one of the first Miraculous users, Adrien should've still been let in on the loop. Kid felt like he was useless, that Ladybug could save the day without his help. At the very least have Master Fu go one-on-one or have both kids show up while transformed or blindfolded. Also the water voices ticked me off, but that's relatively minor.

Frightningale: A fun character-of-the-week episode, especially since I'm fond of Clara Nightingale's constant rhymes and rhythm. She's dedicated to it and I love it. It's also good to see Chloe be an exceptional and talented dancer! It's good to see her having talents and interests that aren't just making people suffer!

Troublemaker: Another episode showing why I think Marinette and Adrien shouldn't date in any of their forms. I don't know enough about stalker shrines but I think Marinette's room is getting close enough to be one for Adrien. Though I'm pretty sure Adrien's seen worse or has been conditioned to not care, based on his reaction at the end. Still a shame that the local TV show had to live-film Marinette's room and beach her privacy in the local city-town of Paris while the real Paris has been converted to an amusement park for tourists. You got any other reasons why the population is so low? One more thing: I'm pretty sure the lack of ladybug-vision was more due to anxiety over losing one of her earrings and the difficulty of the villain more than anything else.

Anansi: I find the new heroes good, personally. They give more screentime to other characters. Also again with Adrien's insecurity about being useful. And I think this episode would've been over sooner if they noticed that Anansi was going to get herself akumatized over the stress and maybe just let her come or something. Or if they got Marinette to arm-wrestle her instead. Marinette has muscles, right?

Sandboy: A lore episode, mostly. The nightmares were funny for a second and I was a bit annoyed by the Akuma's voice, but that's small potatoes. I like how compared to season 1, where we would be given a bunch of development for Sandboy it's just explained to us afterwards while we instead get more time for lore.

Style Queen: Hawkmoth has a contender for the most evil character in the show. Audrey Bourgeois is the kind of person that would be made fun of in those Karen freakout videos. She cheats on her husband, neglects her daughter to the point of not remembering her name, fires people over the most minor inconveniences, and starts G-rated killing people over getting a seat in the second row. She needs to be cancelled, deplatformed, and Chloe needs a therapist and better role models. I really liked the split-second of Adrien looking shocked after Marinette told him he had the catwalk down, btw. Did he think his identity was outed there?

Queen Wasp: This is why teenagers shouldn't get superpowers. I get secondhand embarrassment watching them. Also Marinette What The Fuck why the Hell are you getting Chloe to bond with the Absolute Worst Person For Her

Maledictator: This is what happens when you make Chloe bond with a Chernobyl-level toxic influence, Marinette. In general this episode was funny, both intentionally and unintentionally. Everyone starts celebrating Chloe ditching Paris with her mother except Adrien because Chloe was her only friend even though she was a detriment to everyone else and suddenly Marinette feels bad because she worships Adrien. The first thing the villain of the week does is make Audrey stop being such a horrible person and later he made Chat Noir reach the limit of catboyness. It's like a Smiling Friends episode. Also it was cool to see Chloe's depths and self-loathing. Surely that won't be forgotten and Chloe will be given therapy so she can become a better person, right?

Reverser (Put here so it makes sense timeline-wise): It's Yaoi time. Except that Nathaniel is into Ladybug (who I assume he knows is Marinette) here and Marc is fine with that. Overall a good episode. Some nice humor, and Reverser's probably the best akuma design so far I love the paper stuff. Plus more info on the side characters and a spot of good humor, excellent!

Frozer: Ah, there's the Nathmarc. And explicit Julerose. And Marinette getting some idea that her fantasy of Adrien is unhealthy and shouldn't be followed. And Adrigami, albeit a bit one-sided. Quit pining over someone who doesn't love you and get with someone who does, kid. And a smidgeon of Marigami. And Adrien's bodyguard being his daddy in place of his father. And a pinch of me seeing what the salters were talking about with the girlsquad and them forcing Marinette and Adrien together. Or at least Alya and Mylene. I couldn't hear what Alix, Juleka, and Rose were saying, but they disagreed, right? At least one of them had to disagree, right?

Heroes' Day Two-Parter: Marinette you're being too hotheaded against Lila no you gotta be like Columbo. Also yet another Marinette Costanza moment. Otherwise not much to say here. It's the boss rush episode, it's the series finale, Alya managed to catch onto Nino being Carapace but still can't seem to connect the dots between Ladybug and Marinette, the Peacock Miraculous is introduced, and Natalie is on my suslist.

I might procrastinate again on the first half of season 3. The first episode deserves a post of it's own. It's the salt episode.

[moroser]

liliths fav thing to do with bb hunter? 👀

PHEW. OKAY. using this ask just to talk about her with him when he's a baby. cause all the things are her favorite.

something things that lilith does with baby hunter:

she has never been a particularly snuggly person. and it does come to her as a worry that she won't be with him. but she ends up one of those moms who always has her tiny baby against her in one of them baby slings that keep them close. she can do hands free with him that way. he sleeps and she works. i've said before, she works at the museum and she brings him when he's toiny. but she'd do the same at home.

no matter where they are, she converses with him. while they're driving in the car, she talks to him about whatever she has on her mind. at home while she cooks and he's in the bouncer. she talks to him while she's working and he's sleeping against her. she talks to him like he's another adult.

she slow dances with him sometimes, instead of rocking him to sleep. she has a record player and will play it while walking and swaying with him to the music until he falls asleep for a nap. (she is rather picky with music but hunter likes anything with a rhythm so she puts up with a lot as he ages).

during warm months, they go for a walk every day and stop in the park. there are some old ladies that always see her there with him and coo and aww at him. she's a very private mother, is the best way i can describe it, she is more comfortable when it's just him and her, so the old ladies are a bit of a bother but they love him so much she like relents and let's them socialize with him.

one of my favorite things is she takes pictures of him in situations that seem (mildly) dangerous or bad for him and sends them to gwen because gwen is always dropping these backhanded comments to her about him and how she's raising him. (she has some Opinions and Thoughts). so she sends her these pictures just to fuck with her like yep i'm such a terrible mother, see mother?! you know, petty.

while hunter is a baby, lilith is friends with gus' mom, amanita. she is married to perry and since lilith lives next to gus' grandparents, they are over a lot. hunter and gus are the same age in this au and grow up very close. family friends close. amanita is the only other woman that lilith spends time with willingly and she likes to have hunter and gus at the same time and interacting.

even though lilith is not very good at cooking or baking without recipes, she really enjoys both. she can follow recipes very well but if she ever strays from it, it never ends well. but, she takes on the task of making her own baby food for him. so she has a lot of fun making the mixes and finding out which ones he likes and which make him wrinkle his face. it's so fun watching him react to the flavors. like she will let him try a certain combination of foods and flavors and he'll like it, "i knew you would." and if he doesn't like it, "i thought so. i didn't like it either." that's how she talks to him.

she treats motherhood like a responsibility, a task, and lilith is really organized and good at it without even realizing how well she does. there’s a disconnect between her and the concept of motherhood and applying it to herself? so she doesn’t quite understand she’s a really good mom!! if that makes any sense. but anyway, despite her hang ups with touch and connection to others, she doesn't struggle with hunter. she loves him!! she is so involved with him and his interests become her interests. her enthusiasm matches his when they have Big Interests. lilith is fortunate enough to be able to shape her life fairly easily so that she can put her time into work and hunter. her two hyper focuses. literally i will ramble forever so i am done now. and sorry this wasn't a specific answer to your question.

** just a note: amanita is an oc of @marztheincredible and since i had already put gus' mom in this au i asked marz if amanita could be her image and she said i could use her for this au like this!! here is art of her!

[daidonzo]

Don't go wasting your emotion

A/N: This is a oneshot of Aguni x Reader/OC. She doesn't have a name, but after seeing this gif of Camila Morrone in Daisy Jones and the Six I couldn't imagine her looking any other way, so I added a description of the character. Feel free to ignore it or substitute her features for whatever you like. •ᴗ•

I based this oneshot on a post by @glooomreach ♡

It's also my first time writing Aguni (definitely not the last), so I hope it's not too bad or too out of character.

Takeru had dragged him to the bar.

'Come on, come on. Just a couple of drinks, it will be fun!'

He had refused, at first, but eventually conceded. Just as his friend knew he would.

The only thing was that on Thursday night, only four types of people went out: the rich and famous, university students, groups of young girls who thought for real that Thursday was the new Friday and the older men wanting to flirt with them.

Where did that leave them?

Aguni sighed, with a beer already in his hand, while Takeru went through the book listing the songs one could choose to sing in the karaoke.

'This one!' He exclaimed, triumphant, his index finger pointing to an ABBA song.

Aguni couldn't help but smile faintly, nodding. The bar would be empty by the time they had finished. They were that good. 'Sure.'

He looked around him while his friend wrote down both of their names and the song title on a piece of paper and gave it to the person in charge of playing the songs of the karaoke.

Just as he had thought, there was almost nobody - just a group of businessmen who were staring, like a starving wild animal, at a table of young girls, sitting close to where the stage was. Four of them. The one further right had short hair and an athletic figure, another had dreadlocks and a blue crop top and the third one looked like she had just left work, a briefcase on the floor by her side. He couldn't see the fourth girl very well, only the back of the white blouse she was wearing and her long dark hair.

'Oh! The next one is going to be great!' Takeru said, clapping his hands together excitedly. Whoever was next would sing Believe, by Cher.

And it was the girl with the long hair and white blouse, who stood up and walked to the stage, her friends cheering her on all the way. Apart from the top, she was wearing flared jeans and brown high-heeled boots.

Aguni couldn't help but think she was beautiful, her eyes big, dark and slanted. Her lips full, a shy smile present in them, while she tried the microphone to check that it worked and adjusted it to her height.

'No matter how hard I try, you keep pushing me aside…' She started, not moving much at first, seemingly nervous, but by the time she sang the chorus, she was jumping and dancing, having gained confidence while she sang. 'Do you believe in life after love!? I can feel something inside me say, I really don't think you're strong enough, no!'

'Yeah, fuck him!' Her friend with the dreadlocks said, loud enough anyone could hear.

'She's quite good.' Takeru nodded towards her, looking impressed. Aguni agreed.

She was not the best singer, but she knew how to pull the audience in. The businessmen were in a frenzy by that time.

She finished her song, and Takeru joined her friends when they started clapping and cheering. Aguni did as well.

She noticed, and flashed a bright, charming smile towards them, mouthing 'Thank you.' before pretending to bow.

'It's our turn! Go, go, go!' Takeru was already standing up.

Both of them grabbed their microphones, making an awful rendition of Lay All Your Love On Me. It may have sounded bad, but both of them gave it their all, singing with a lot more feeling than a cheap karaoke bar on a Thursday night deserved.

The businessmen had turned silent, gone back to their drinks, but the group of girls were cheering them on, clapping and moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

The girl with dark hair kept looking at them. No, actually, her eyes were focused on Aguni, her lips curved upwards.

He knew the song from memory (it was their go-to in Karaoke) but almost forgot the lyrics once or twice.

At one point, during the last chorus, she leaned over to her friend in dreadlocks and whispered something in her ear, her eyes still not leaving Aguni. Her friend started going through the book of available songs and apparently found what she was looking for, because she gestured and said something he couldn't hear, clearly thrilled, to the other two.

When the song ended, Takeru and Aguni hugged and patted each other in the back in celebration, laughing. His friend used that moment to whisper to him. 'That brunette couldn't keep her eyes off of you.'

As if summoned, the dark-haired woman lifted her glass at them, still smiling playfully over the rim of it, and took a sip of her drink.

Takeru elbowed him, raising both his eyebrows. He even tried to push Aguni in the direction of the girls, but he was a lot stronger and much more muscular, and didn't even budge.

'She clearly likes you, Aguni.' He said once they were seated again on their table.

'I don't think so. She's just being nice.'

'She is being nice, but she also looks nice and she likes you.'

'Takeru…'

The conversation went on for a few minutes, in which one of the men at another table sang a truly vile cover of Take on me by A-ha that, truth be told, didn't get the same reaction from the young girls. The brunette, especially, used the song as a bathroom break, leaving almost as soon as it started and returning after he was done.

It was her turn again, but this time the whole group went up to the stage.

And the first notes of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight), also by ABBA, started playing.

'Half-past twelve and I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone. How I hate to spend the evening on my own…' The girl sang, her dark eyes on Aguni's.

Takeru just looked at him, dead in the eye.

'Case closed.'

'Well, maybe…'

'Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight! Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?' They all danced out of sync something they had clearly choreographed but not practiced enough. It was still kind of impressive.

The song ended and they went back to their table, all of them laughing.

'If you don't go, I will, and…'

'Okay, fine. I will.'

Aguni shook his head and stood up, Takeru smiling widely and giving him a double thumbs up.

'Go, tiger!'

She was, clearly, very beautiful but she probably was just having a drink with her friends and didn't want a random guy approaching them. Maybe that was just her personality: flirty, playful, confident. He still went to their table, because if not Takeru would have and he preferred to deal with this kind of things his own way.

'Hello…' He started, not really knowing how to approach this. He wasn't used to that kind of stuff. He was struggling to find an amusing way of introducing himself, so he just opened his mouth and trusted his luck. 'Can I invite you to a drink?'

Could have been worse.

The dark-haired woman smiled. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and was rocking her chair onto its back legs. She nodded. 'Of course. Was wondering when you would ask.'

She stood up, and turned around to bid farewell to her friends.

'Don't take too long, some of us have to work tomorrow.' Said the one with the briefcase.

'All of us have to work tomorrow.' The one with the dreadlocks rolled her eyes until only white was visible. 'But some of us…'

Aguni felt the arms of the girl surrounding one of his. 'Let's get out of here, quick, before this ends badly.' She muttered, but she was giggling.

She led him to the bar area, where she ordered some kind of fruity cocktail without alcohol. Aguni just asked for another beer.

She had yet to let go of his arm, which she was still holding.

Aguni was used to fighting. It was part of his training as a SDF officer. But he was not used to receive so many blows conversationally-speaking. She was witty, she was smart, she was clever. He was struggling to get more than a couple of words in without stuttering.

He was extremely disappointed when her friends stood up and gestured at the woman to end the conversation and get ready to leave.

She looked at Aguni, apologetically.

'I'm the designated driver.' She shrugged.

'Ah, no. Don't worry.' He didn't know what else to say.

'Would you like to do this another time?' She asked. She finally let go of his arm (he wished she hadn't) and started looking around in her bag, getting a pen out of it after searching for a few seconds.

She grabbed a napkin and wrote her number, along with the drawing of a heart.

'If you do…' She slid the paper towards him. He realized he had yet to give an answer.

'Yes, yes I would. Like to do this another time.' He added that last part, in case it wasn't clear already.

'Great. I'll… Wait for your call, then?'

She waved goodbye and went back to the other girls.

Takeru suddenly appeared at his side. He pursed his lips in approval.

'Not bad. I told you she liked you. What's her name?'

'I… Didn't get it.'

His friend burst into laughter, but Aguni's eyes were focused on the napkin he was now holding with his right hand.

He might not know her name, but he was determined to find out.

[legorumii]

" And I am the idiot

with the painted face. "

╰╮SFW Alphabet , Nya Smith.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nya isn't that affectionate, she tries to be, but she doesn't really do it well. She's more focused on training than actual affection. How she shows her affection is something that can only be described as an odd mix of awkwardness. She kinda likes PDA and she craves for affection behind closed doors.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Oh shit. Being her friend would be so awesome. She'll protect you from any villains or creeps, and she'll make sure you're safe and happy. She's like your bodyguard, she'll take care of you no matter what and you don't even have to do anything for her. How you two met was through her brother. He couldn't stop bragging to his sister about how cool you were that she had to see for herself. It was kind of sweet though. She really thought you were interesting and nice and a cool person. Now she has someone who she can train with :D!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She doesn't admit it openly but she LOVES cuddles. She can feel the warmth of your body pressed against hers as her head rests on your chest, the sound of your heart's steady rhythm lulling her to sleep. She is definitely the little spoon, she just loves when you hold her on one of her hard days. You make her feel protected and cared for like there’s nothing more that could ever go wrong in the world. There’s nothing better than holding her in your arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yes, of course, she does. Saving Ninjago is stressful enough for her. She is also very good at cooking and cleaning. Coming home from work is like heaven, you come home to a clean house, food on the table, and your gorgeous girlfriend.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It really depends on who she dates. If they were rude to her in the relationship she wouldn't hesitate to break up with them but if they were nice to her. She would sit them down in the living room and calmly tell them that she's breaking up with them. Not after explaining why though. She's the type to still be friends with them after the breakup. Sometimes she'd give them time to think about it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I'm sorry but she wouldn't do a commitment, she's the type to not do a promise she can't keep. Would take 5 or 4 years if she ever wanted to get married. She has trust issues (like her brother) so just give her time to REALLY open up to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically she's really gentle and kind of timid. People mistake her as "mean" or "rude" but he's neither of those. She actually means well. Emotionally she's quite the opposite. She tries hard to keep people safe but she knows that no one is invincible. She has seen what happens when someone doesn't care about themselves. It's not pretty. It's heartbreaking. But she keeps trying anyway, even if she doesn't have much hope in herself.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She's kinda not a hugger, she hugs often but not all the time (unless it's Kai.) How she hugs though, that's different. She holds on tight and puts her face right into your shoulder. Her hugs are long some are short. Her hugs are strong and gentle in different ways.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Takes her a while to say I love you, she doesn't say "I love you" straight when you guys start dating. So give her a little time and she'll start saying it often.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She gets super jealous, really jealous. She can't help but glare at the person who's flirting with her you. What she does when she's jealous is she'll go right up to the two of you and wrap her arms around your waist and tell the person who was flirting with you that you're taken.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are gentle and soft like the sun shining on a spring day. She likes to give you those light little pecks, too. She loves kissing you on your cheeks because she thinks it makes your skin softer. Please kiss her on her forehead, she loves it, and reminds her of the time her mom use to kiss her forehead when she was little.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She doesn't like them but she's really good with children surprisingly. She was always pretty good at it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings spent with her are the most glorious of your days. You'll wake up with her snuggled up close to you or her giving you light kisses on both cheeks before she makes breakfast for you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights spent with Nya are like rain on the tin roof, always a little bit more than a drop or two at first, but then a torrent of water pouring over them. It's quiet in the house and the only noise is the television as you and Nya cuddle on the couch underneath some warm blankets.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She waits a while to reveal and open up to you. When she does she tells you in a hushed tone. If she gets too emotional while telling you you'll tell her that everything is ok while kissing her and telling you to breathe. She likes it when people do things like that, so she does them more often. You can feel her smile against your lips as she lets out a shaky breath.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She isn't like her brother but she does get angry pretty fast. Not quite as quick as him though. She can hold a grudge for a little longer but not forever. She's just not good with patience and when someone crosses the line that is deemed unacceptable, she lashes out.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh, she remembers everything about you alright. The sound of your voice. The color of your eyes. Every last bit of your face, the curve of your cheeks, and the length of your lashes, every little thing about you. Everything is vivid in her head, like a movie playing out before her eyes. The colors, the sounds, the way you move, the way you laugh… everything about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her favorite moment in your relationship is when you kiss her passionately. That's it. You'll kiss her and then she will melt into you like butter under the sun. That's how you know for sure that there's something between you two that isn't just a simple case of chemistry… because after all, that's what you're good at making people feel loved and appreciated like there's more than just the barest of strings connecting you two.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She's very protective, she'll protect you no matter what. And she would love it if you did the same. She wouldn't have it any other way, you know.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts in her all for dates, she wants them to be perfect. Just like you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Frustration is a bad habit of hers, and it's the last thing she needs.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Doesn't have any concerns with her looks, she knows she looks good. She doesn't care about other people's opinions about her.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Kinda? You were always there for her when no one else (except for Kai) was. So, she'll feel kinda incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Have none.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don't think she would dislike anything in a s/o unless they keep her from training. Then she's all about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

A sleep habit of hers is that she always wakes up early. It’s not like she doesn’t have other things to do. But she always has the urge to get ready for the day.

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[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 2: #B5 vs #B8

#B5: Amateur college track team aims for big race

#B8: Middle school idol drama

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#B5: Run with the Wind (Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru)

Summary:

Former ace runner of Sendai Josei High School, Kakeru Kurahara is chased away from a convenience store for shoplifting. Shaking off his pursuer, he runs into Haiji Kiyose, another student from his university. Haiji is impressed by Kakeru's agility and persuades him to live in Chikusei-sou, the run-down apartment where Haiji resides along with eight other students. Having lost his entire apartment deposit at a mahjong parlor, Kakeru accepts the offer reluctantly.

However, Haiji reveals a secret during Kakeru's welcoming party: the apartment is actually the dormitory of the Kansei University Track Club. He unveils his ultimate goal of participating in the Hakone Ekiden—one of the most prominent university marathon relay races in Japan. Unfortunately, all the residents apart from Haiji and Kakeru are complete running novices. Worse still, none of the inhabitants are even remotely interested in being involved with Haiji's ridiculous plan! With only months before the deadline, will the fourth-year student be able to convince them otherwise and realize his elusive dream of running in the Hakone Ekiden?

Propaganda 1:

Okay so, finally a sports anime that isn’t set in high school. (There aren’t nearly enough set in college.) MC is basically Older Running Kageyama, in both looks and personality. He has to overcome his past issues with his old track team, and learn to open up. I love the relationships that form between the team members. There’s one who is just Not Here for It and struggles A Lot, who just wants to go home and read manga. (Hey it me.) There’s also a cute dog, and a lot of the bg music is by the same folks as Haikyuu.

Propaganda 2:

I genuinely think this might be the best sports anime out there. It’s an amazing anime in general, with good animation, a beautiful art show, and a great premise, though what really makes it stand out is the characters.

RWTW is a character-driven story at heart, with all the main characters given their time to shine. The main cast is very lovable, and their relationships with each other are depicted in a sweet but realistic way. The protagonist, Kakeru, goes through a great character development over the course of the show, from being a lonely outcast at the start to accepting the other team members into his heart as found family.

While I’m not a runner personally, I still found this interesting to watch, since along with the training there’s a lot of thoughtful discussion on the nature of running: what it means to run, to be a runner. There’s a very philosophical aspect to it, which makes sense considering that RWTW is actually adapted from a book. The last thing I’ll say is that as a college student myself, it’s really nice to watch an anime focused on people in college and not high school. Oh, and the soundtrack is incredible.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol and Smoking

#B8: Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live

Summary:

Naru Ayase is an 8th grader who can see the colors of music when she listens to it. For Naru, who is extremely good at decorating, becoming the owner of a shop like Dear Crown was her dream. One day, she finds out that the manager of a newly-opened shop is recruiting middle school girls who can do Prism Dance, and immediately applies. Naru begins to Prism Dance at the audition, and an aura she’s never experienced spreads out in front of her. At that moment, a mysterious girl named Rinne asks her if she can see “rainbow music.”

Propaganda:

WHERE DO I START.

First off: Lesbian activities. Ayase Naru and Rinne Amagi are very close friends and even end up living together. Naru is also only one of the few characters without a proper love interest which really helps further the Naru/Rinne ship.

Otoha Takanashi: often talks about fairy tales, but the only characters she ever sees as Princes are women. Baby lesbian, I love her.

Second: DRAMA. So two of the characters (Ito and Kouji) actually start dating, but their parents do not approve for reasons they are evasive about until it is later revealed in the story—[This part of the propaganda has been cut by admin due to possible spoilers]

Third: banger music. This series includes many covers of popular 90s dance tracks from band TRF, which I am fond of. It also has a lot of unique music written for the show itself which is also good, especially for a children’s show.

Trigger Warnings: It might need the emotional abuse tag for specifically one of the characters’ parents, who is a pretty extreme perfectionist when it comes to her daughter. But nothing else aside from that. It’s a kids’ show, so it never goes that far in terms of actual harm. Most things also get resolved peacefully.

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If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

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[existentialmagazine]

Review: Maisyn returns with an enchanting indie-pop offering ‘Naked’, wielding self-love and new-romance butterflies

Returning to releasing after the release of her debut EP in 2021, the upcoming indie-pop star Maisyn is back on the scene with her newest sparkling sure-to-be hit ‘Naked.’ As she encompasses the familiarity of artists like Maggie Rogers and Gatlin, Maisyn’s gorgeous sound feels reminiscent of what you know but so distinctly her own, and this new release is no exception.

As Maisyn dances into ‘Naked’ with a peppy bassline and soft keyboard keys, her upbeat indie tone is immediately set to grace your ears, carrying along her staple warmth and familiarity in every bubbly beat. Hitting the chorus, Maisyn keeps things paired-back but her catchy lyrical hooks and divine groovy bass makes for a moment of flair and intimacy bundled into one. Picking up after with some built-up drum beats that offer more than the usual simple, steady rhythm, she instead encompasses an array of quickly delivered, differing beats for a percussion-heavy sound. Gliding through the sound with her sugary vocals, Maisyn’s syrupy words offer an airily addictive performance to hum and sing along with, gorgeously cascading through higher tones and commandeering the entire timbre of the release. Boasting intricate layers of thoughtfully executed sound, ‘Naked’ finds itself falling between indie, pop and an undertone of folk for a half-acoustic, half-commercial feel. Weaving between personal and close in these more dainty instrumentals whilst also offering moments much more built up to very much encourage you get up and dance-along, ‘Naked’ really sells itself to be an anthem of finding comfort within yourself in every way just as the sound never finds itself settling for just one approach.

Inside of her lyricism, ‘Naked’ paints the picture of a slice-of-life night to remember, channeling her day-to-day woes before finding them all washed away at the butterflies of a first date introduction. Flirty and forward, her lines run through the questions and answers exchanged between her and her new lover; her thoughts running away with her and of course, their first embrace. From the opening’s ‘got a new job but I hate it’, Maisyn quickly finds herself forgetting every complaint, instead her mind consumed by the person in front of her: ‘I see you and feel like you’re perfect.’ Swept up in this newfound romance and running away with herself, lines like ‘drive me home and I see the future here in the front seat’ show off the track’s youthful ambition to take a chance, freeing herself from her worries and focusing on the pure bliss at her fingertips. Steering away from just their connection, added lyrics like ‘you touch my face, intimate but I don’t hate it’ add a sense of personal intimacy between them, showcasing a more fragile side of opening up to someone new in every avenue. Wholesome and leaving you feeling good, Maisyn knows how to not just paint a picture in your mind but also leave you erupting with the same emotions her songs carry, and ‘Naked’ is one that’s sure to have you feeling confident in yourself and willing to put yourself out there for the chance of something new to spark.

Check out ‘Naked’ for yourself here to fall in love with Maisyn’s enchanting sound and uplifting lyrical narrative for yourself!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[ebitchwriting]

Dragged Into The Blood

Summary: Never staying in one place for long, Lea was used to impermanence, chaos, and having to drop everything at the drop of a hat. Lea never expected that she would be kidnapped and wake up in a rusted, decrepit prison cell because of a madman's delusional belief in eugenics and cleansing the Earth of imperfection. By herself, with only the clothing on her back, she will have to rely on luck and logic to escape before she's killed or worse.

Warnings: Anxiety due to being in close proximity to a kidnapper, sensory issues due to experimentation, torture, and guns.

Hello, Dearhearts, for yet another chapter in this revamp! By this point, I'm gonna lay off the paragraph-long warning of "dead dove, do not eat" because it's just circle talk now. I trust you guys to know what this story is going to be like. Trigger warnings above for those that need it. Though this is my first combat chapter and I'm not really experienced in writing combat. So please, I would love it if I had some comments telling me how I did and what I can do to improve. Enjoy! Link to A03 is at the bottom.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.

Chapter 4: Avoiding The Fight

The teen slowly approached one of the many open archways, making sure each step was as light as possible. Lea fought with her lungs to keep a steady and slow rhythm as she crept closer. Once within a foot of it, she lowered herself and pressed to the column. Closing her eyes, the teen focused on locking her anxieties in a box. Lea opened her eyes and brought herself close enough to the edge to see what area she was in now and, more importantly, exactly how many people were there and who they were.

The first thing Lea noticed was that it would be difficult for her to sneak, as there appeared to be at least a dozen archways like the one she was hiding next to. Next, she noticed that the room seemed to be an odd amalgamation of temple ruins and a secret facility. Based on the stone walls, dozens of granite coffins, and ancient vases, and how they starkly contrast the thick reinforced stainless-steel door on the first floor and elevator on the second floor, just above the stairwell. Lea's heart fluttered with hope as she stared at the elevator, though it quickly fell as her eyes flickered to the open archways.

'... You know what, this is fine... I just need to army crawl my way all the way on this floor... And BOOM..! I'll be one step closer to freedom... It'll be easy as pie....'  The teenager thought to herself, fighting the urge to nervously hum.

Lea's eyes flickered to the first floor, immediately noticing that both her captors and Valentine were closest to the stairwell. Her heart ached with guilt at the sight of the hooded woman, yet Lea's mind kept her in place, telling her that she was going to die if she revealed her location. Survival matters most, not your conscience.

Lea switches her gaze to the other side of the room, where two strangers stand, aiming their guns at the three. One was a military man who could only be described as massive in every sense. From how he clearly towered over everyone except Mr. Sunglasses to how ridiculously muscular he was, and even his arsenal was massive, holding a handgun, a knife, a shotgun, and a grenade launcher, of all things. The other was a young military black woman dressed casually in cargo pants and a purple tank top. She had a considerably smaller arsenal, limiting herself to her handgun, machine gun, and knife. She looked like the most normal person out of the five.

"Us?" The one-man army asked. His tone was still quite loud but wavered, confusion and dread evident in the cadence of that singular word. The teenager felt lost, unsure of what to think about what she overheard, almost like she was a third wheel. Lea glanced across the hallway that veered off to the left, debating whether now was the time to try to sneak around whatever was happening.

"So slow to catch on." The man in all leather responded teasingly, making the teenager feel on edge. The psychopath pulled at her hood, taking his time for his grand reveal. From where Lea was, she couldn't see much of her except that the woman had ashen skin as if she hadn't stepped foot in the sun for ages and that her hair was an unnaturally bright shade of blonde. Across the room, Lea could see the tanky man's reaction, a combination of relief and regret so painfully evident on his face as he lowered his gun.

"Jill... Jill! It's me, Chis!" The brunette man, Chris, shouted with an edge of desperation.

'... Aha..! I now know another name..'  The teenager thought to herself, trying to focus on anything positive in this horrid situation.

"What? Are you sure that's her?" The woman next to Chris asked. Lea wasn't great at placing accents, but it sounded like South African or Australian? The blonde sat there, curiosity tugging at her despite her fear screaming at her to run away.

"The one and only." The psychopath dramatically confirmed with an exaggerated and taunting bow. Lea narrowed her eyes, hating how much that bastard loved to gloat and mock everyone he interacted with.

Suddenly, Valentine rips off her hood, throwing it at Chris, before launching herself at him with a flying kick to his chest. Lea's eyes widened at the action. There was no way that was humanly possible unless they had very specific, life-long training to do so. It reminded her too much of...

'... No... We are not thinking about that... Not right now, and especially not when the psycho is right there...'

Valentine bounces off his chest, flipping the air. The military woman started shooting at her, but somehow, she missed every shot. It almost looks like Jill is dodging the bullets, but that isn't possible. Humans can't dodge bullets.

'... What the fuck did Sunglasses do to you..? What did he do to me..?'  Lea thought to herself as Valentine kicked the gun out of the woman's hands and performed a Brazilian jujitsu move, throwing the woman over her back and several feet behind her. Valentine wasted no time before rushing Chris, pushing his gun aside with one hand and reaching up to choke him with the other. The man's shock was palpable as he froze, staring at the woman tightening her grip on his throat.

Lea took a chance to dart across the opening as the military woman quickly got back up, aiming the gun at Valentine's head. Then, pressing herself against the wall, she leaned over to see if anyone had noticed her. As the teen watched her leather-clad captor somehow zoom straight to where the military woman was, elbowing her and knocking her down, Lea knew she was safe for the moment. Wasting no time, the teen lowered herself completely, put her weight on her elbows, and started crawling.

"Seven minutes. Seven minutes is all I can spare to play with you." Lea heard Mr. Sunglasses taunt the two, making the teenager shudder from the creepy comment, but nonetheless, she kept her pace. No, she hurried. She can't waste a second.

The teen couldn't see the fight unfold from her position, but she could hear that only four people were fighting, and one person was making her way to the elevator; the click-clack of her heels was barely audible amidst the rain of bullets and shouting from below. Lea could also tell from the sounds that all four people fighting below were clearly fans of grappling attacks, at least from the constant thuds of bodies being flipped or thrown. She shook her head and tried to block out their cacophony, moving forward a few inches with each pull.

"Your future hinges upon this fight." She heard her captor gleefully taunt, clearly not a warning but a promise, followed by a loud crash as the stone cracked and gave way to whoever was thrown into it. Her heart freezes.

'... That sounds too close for my liking....'  Lea thinks to herself as she pushes herself up from the ground into a half-crouching position, lightly jogging her way to the nearest side room and straight towards one of the many coffins and pushes the granite lid just enough so she can slip in. She grips at the cover, pulls it back as much as possible, and then goes as far back as possible from the sliver of light leaking in.

Thunderous feet sprint by, but strangely, the detail that stands out most to Lea is the stench of sweat that lingers. Oddly enough, the distraction was nice, bringing back memories of her and her uncles secretly indulging Lea's desire to start training and learning some essential martial arts, even though her father was adamant that Lea didn't need to know any of that. A pleasant distraction from the still, dry air that tasted of dust and sand.

"You can't hide forever." Sneering, venomous hatred drips off each word he utters. Lea squeezed her eyes shut, willing her breath and heartbeat to remain steady, pressing herself further against the coarse stone.

'... He can't find you if you chill the fuck out... just stay where you are until he's past...' 

One step. Two. Three. Four. The smell of leather permeates the air now. He's next to the coffin. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. A gunshot rings out. A rush of steps. Silence, or at least relative to the room. She's alone. She doesn't move. Lea struggles to get her mind to focus, to at least guess how much time has passed and how much time she has left to reach the elevator.

Footsteps. Two pairs of feet. The first to pass was considerably lighter but just as urgent as the thunderous feet, also leaving the lingering odor of sweat. The next that followed was urgent but somehow sounded too evenly paced.

The teenager sat there, waiting, staring ahead. She counted the seconds, keeping her ears peeled for new movement in the room. Finally, after ninety seconds had passed, and the commotion hadn't made its way back into the room, Lea knew that was her chance.

She placed her palms against the coffin lid, fingers gripping the rough granite, and pulled it towards her, ignoring how the stone dug painfully into her skin. As soon as there was enough room, Lea pulled herself out of the coffin and started running back the way she came, away from the fighting.

The teenager stops herself from running straight out of the archway, pressing herself against the carved pillar, barely leaning her head out to see if anyone was down the pathway. A good thing, too, as nearly that exact moment, the walking tank of a man popped out from a side room entrance down the hallway.

Lea ran away from the archway further down the side room. Then, flying past her hiding spot, she continued down the path, following the twists and turns of it, running the opposite way where she could hear fighting. She didn't know where she was running specifically, just away.

She didn't stop, not even when she heard them return downstairs. Not when the persistent smell of leather and gunpowder was just lingering amidst the still air. No, Lea stopped running once she realized she was too late. The captor finally got bored, and his boots echoed as he walked up the staircase. To the elevator.

"Wesker, stop!" Chris yelled; both he and his partner aiming their guns at her captor, no, her killer, as he apathetically chatted away on his phone.

'... Wesker... at least I know another name...'  Lea thought to herself as she watched Valentine rush over, quickly knocking them down and locking Chris in an armbar.

"Jill, Jill, it's me, it's Chris! Come on, you're stronger than this. Please wake up. Jill Valentine, I'm begging you, please snap out of it!" Chris shouted, locking his eyes with Jill, his voice breaking thick with grief.

"Nice move, Chris," Wesker spat out with venom. "But now that your 'partner' has arrived, I'll leave you two to catch up." Her grip tightened its hold on Chris's arm; her face and eyes were still blank and devoid of all emotion.

"No, no, no, Jill Valentine, get yourself together! You're about to kill your partner! After everything, don't let this be the end. Please, Jill, stop!" Chris desperately begged, not doing anything to try to escape. This time, however, she faltered. Her face gradually becomes more alive as she squints at the man below.

"Ch-Chris?" Jill softly gasps, releasing his arm and backing away in haste. She clawed at her head, mumbling and hyperventilating. Suddenly, her head snaps up, locking her gaze with Wesker. She started to rush him, but as she did so, the killer pulled out the same device from before. Jill dropped to her knees, thrashing and groaning from the pain. The hope and happiness on Chris's face fell as he watched Jill seize.

"How remarkable! You're still resisting at such an advanced stage. Commendable but futile. No more time for games, Chris. I've got work to do. Enjoy watching Jill suffer." Wesker taunted, turned his heel away, and walked towards the open elevator.

"Wait! What did you do to her?" Chris screamed after him, but he was too late. The elevator doors closed, leaving him, his partner, and Jill alone.

Jill's moans turned into screams of agony as she ripped open the top of her purple tactical jumpsuit, hands scrambling to claw off the glowing red device in the center of her chest. Chris snaps his attention to Jill, rushing to try to help, but his partner stops him.

Smart move, too, as the last remnant of Jill Valentine slipped away, leaving a hollow vessel ready to attack. Ready to kill.

[kingjasnah]

Unpopular opinion (apparently): Navani is a compelling character actually! Who is interesting to read! and really doesn't deserve all the fandom hate directed at her that I've been seeing lately

Honestly it's kind of confusing actually? By their own metrics, she's actually less problematic than Dalinar, but they give him a pass for all the same things they claim she's done (which are usually a massive reach anyway? They said she did war crimes and I said bitch where) Navani is supposed to be a war criminal because she a) was married to a conquering imperialist and b) she didn't vocally & wholeheartedly condemn him, but instead helped him run said empire. Oookay? Like. That's not objectively awesome in an ideal perfect world maybe but like...what?? Meanwhile, Dalinar literally commits war crimes on screen, and I don't see people arguing that this makes him a bad or even uninteresting character. If it comes up at all they're calling him a war criminal (affectionate), but they use the same label to argue that Navani is a waste-of-space character who shouldn't get any screen time.

The Geneva Conventions don't exist on Roshar lmao so it's kinda moot anyway, but fr I'm honestly struggling to remember a time when Navani broke them, explicit or implicit, so I'm honestly just really confused why that's a label ppl are latching onto, and perturbed by the double standard here. It's a non-issue for uwu Dadlinar, but why are y'all using the same yardstick to declare an older woman character poorly written and not compelling? Hypocrisy much, but also?? how do the two things even correlate lmaooooooo

(this post paid for by the Navani Kohlin protection squad. Haters come up with a reason that isn't thinly veiled sexism and/or ageism and then we'll talk.

Fine print: You're well within your rights to not like/enjoy a character but ffs words mean things, you can't just come up with these convoluted justifications to "prove" why the things you dislike are bad because you're so pure and only consume pure things so anything you vaguely dislike has to be irredeemably evil)

this might just be cause i haven't seen any egregious navani hate (certainly not made by people who like dalinar lmao) so im like.....i agree you can't forget about dalinar and gavilar's roles while criticizing hers, but that doesn't mean you can forget about her deal as well. the thing with stormlight is that nearly every lighteyed character has done pretty bad things, and the way the unification of alethkar was presented was very much a joint venture between gavilar, navani, sadeas, and ialai with dalinar also there. she wasn't the one riding out with them but she was very much instrumental in making those decisions. and she's not alone in her responsibility, but the responsibility exists. that doesn't impede on my or your ability to enjoy a character, like you said, I mean raboniel invented chemical gas attacks or something and everyone's obsessed with her.

she is a compelling character, and i do enjoy reading her pov chapters. i just feel like there's a bit of strawmanning going on here, and if im wrong and there are scores of posts that hate on navani while not having an issue with dalinar or gavilar i apologize, but there are valid reasons to dislike her

[femininefutbol]

doctor's orders

request from here 

prompt: in the aftermath of some locker room drama you end up becoming close with ana-maria crnogorčević

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i've been having a really hard time lately with motivation and my writing so i'm sorry for the lack of posts but i hope you enjoy this one

-

“Good morning” you call cheerily making your way into the locker room. 

You are back training with the squad for the first time in a few months. You had previously stopped training and playing for the entire months of December and January. Instead you spent that time focusing all your attention on studying for the MIR exam, your final medical school exam before you are able to begin your residency. This break was expected by your coaches and an easy adjustment for the team as you have always been a bench player. You only ever wanted to play football due to passion but that passion had somehow landed you a relatively secure place on the FC Barcelona squad even if your appearances were few and far between. 

You receive little to no response from the players who are in the room although it doesn’t phase you. Prior to your extended leave of absence you weren’t particularly close with many members of the team, well besides one. Jenni, your ex girlfriend and the person who has caused the mess that you are unexpectedly returning to. 

“Finally back, Dr (Y/N)” Mapi states with a sneer, the odd action being your first indication that something had occurred while you were gone. 

“I am, nice to see you”  you respond sweetly and simply not playing into the clearly baiting conversation that Mapi is trying to start. 

“I heard you had enough time to get around while you were ‘studying’” Mapi states, continuing whatever argument she is clearly trying to start. 

“What?” you ask, a genuinely confused tone comes through your voice as you have no clue what she is even talking about. 

“Oh drop it (Y/N), we all know you were out cheating on Jenni when you were supposedly having all this time off to ‘study’” Mapi explains further. 

This causes the pieces to all slot together and you understand what is going on. Clearly while you had been away, genuinely studying to become a doctor, your ex girlfriend had told the team that the reason the two of you broke up was due to you cheating on her. The revelation causes a pang of anguish to course through your chest. Not only because Jenni would be so cruel as to turn your teammates against you, but also because it reminds you of the actual reason the two of you broke up. 

“I didn’t cheat on Jenni” you state simply, walking away from Mapi and effectively ending the conversation not particularly caring if the defender believes you or not. 

Rather than stick around the locker room with a bunch of people who are under the assumption that you would be so cruel as to cheat on someone you grab your boots heading out towards the pitch. 

Once you are out of the locker room you take a deep breath, making your way over to the edge of the pitch, leaning on the metal fence looking out at pitches.  

You had spent so much time during the last few weeks considering if you should even join back with Barcelona. You had the perfect opportunity for a way out with your upcoming residency being an extremely logical excuse. But you love football and playing for a team like Barcelona is the highest honour you could imagine in the world of football, especially as a homegrown culé. 

You sigh, while you feel so at home here at the pitch just a few feet away in the locker room is a completely different story, with that place feeling like an absolute nightmare in comparison. 

“Welcome back” a sudden voice startles you out of your thoughts, you hadn’t expected anyone to bother speaking to you. 

“Oh my god” you breathe out, attempting to calm your heart that is now beating far too quickly. Once your heart finds a steady rhythm again you turn your head, curious about who is even bothering to speak to you. 

You are met with the piercing blue eyes of Ana and while you hadn’t expected anyone to speak to you, if you had to guess one person who would she would be one of the last people on that list. 

“Sorry for scaring you” she is the first one to speak again. The two of you had been leaning against the metal fencing in silence for a few minutes but obviously Ana was looking for a little more than silence. 

“No it’s okay, I just didn’t expect anyone to really talk to me. I’m not sure if you were there at the time but your girlfriend didn’t give me the warmest reception so I assumed that word had been thrown around that I cheated on Jenni” you explain. 

“I was there. Mapi isn’t my girlfriend anymore and yes Jenni did tell everyone that you cheated on her, I never really believed her though” She answers all of your unofficial questions. 

Funnily enough she leaves you with many more questions in return, though you don’t bother asking, not wanting to push too much when it seems like she is the only one really willing to talk to you. 

“Oh well, thank you then. I don’t feel that I really need to defend myself, I have never felt that anyone here has been too fond of me anyway so this is just the icing on the cake for them but I do want to say that I definitely didn’t cheat on her” you respond. For some reason you are nervous about how Ana views you, while it hadn’t mattered to you if anyone else believed that you didn't cheat, in this moment you actually care quite a lot about if she believes you or not. 

Ana subtly moves closer to you, her shoulder touching yours, the point of contact being the first semblance of comfort that you have felt this morning. 

“Working on your next conquest (Y/N)?” the voice is easily distinguishable, you turn around quickly, seeing your ex-girlfriend and a number of your teammates, all laughing at Jenni's comment. 

You turn to reply, and it is clear by the look of annoyance on your face that whatever you say is going to be out of anger. 

Before you can though Ana moves, touching your shoulder gently. “Don’t worry about them (Y/N), they aren’t worth it, especially not her” Ana comforts you, her comment works as your shoulders drop and the look of annoyance leaves your face, the small smile returning at Ana’s actions. 

“Thank you” 

“Of course” Ana smiles at you, the two of you taking the rest of your teammate exiting the locker room as your cue to begin warm ups. 

-

While you have been dreading continuing to play with Barcelona there are two reasons that you continue to make the effort, football and Ana. 

Playing football is something that always makes things better for you, the feeling of a ball at your feet making any other issues you may be having completely disappear. But currently playing with Barcelona doesn’t always have that same effect sadly, Every training session is crueling. While you are playing well, every touch takes so much effort with basically no one even bothering to pass to you or everyone purposely going hard on you. But even through all that, the bout of injuries making it’s way through the squad Jonatan has asked if you would be willing to be a starter for the time being, he thinks you are exactly what the squad need to be able to make it through the rest of the season and even hopefully win the Champions League. 

But Ana, now she really is a reason for you to show up, she has been nothing but incredible to you over the past few months that you have been back. You hadn’t expected to develop a friendship with Ana after that first day back at training, you appreciated that she talked to you but you assumed that would be the end of it. Instead she has made an effort to speak to you every single day, partnering with you for drills, speaking to you about anything and everything and now even asking you if you’d like to do things with her outside of training. It had been sort of inevitable that you would develop feelings for the Swiss player.

It is now the end of March and you are preparing to come on at half-time during the Champions League match at Camp Nou against Real Madrid, in front of a sold out crowd. You had never imagined that you would be in this position, being able to play football for your childhood team in what will be the biggest game of your career. 

Getting into the game is rather easy for you, and playing now brings back that feeling that you usually have when playing, nothing else matters, none of your issues are present as you run around the pitch. It is also made so much easier by your teammates actually playing with you rather than against you, all the rough training makes this match feel easy in comparison with each and every pass you receive or make landing perfectly. 

In the 52nd minute a pass is sent your way, it is rather high which causes you to trap it with your chest, by the time you bring it down to your foot there is a Real Madrid player right in front of you. While you should pass it you know that you can score from this far out and the Real Madrid keeper is off her line, knowing this you take a shot, the ball flying through the air, chipping the keeper in the process and landing perfectly in the back of the net. 

You did it, you just scored in a Champions League game, before you can even progress what you are doing you are at the bench jumping into Ana’s arms, she is the only person on the team who matters to you at this point. Even though your goal was important in changing the pace of the game and bringing Barcelona back the lead you dont care to celebrate with the rest of your team. 

“You are playing incredibly (Y/N/N) keep it up” Ana whispers to you, holding on tightly for a few more moments before letting you go so the game can continue. 

“Thank you Ana” you smile brightly at the blonde, running back towards the halfway line so the game can continue. 

After your goal the rest of your involvement in the game is a little less impressive but you enjoy yourself until the final whistle blows anyway. 

While everyone makes their way around congratulating each other or consoling Real Madrid players you only have eyes for Ana, watching as she makes her way around the sweet smile never leaving her face. 

You must zone out as next thing you know Ana is wrapping her arms around you speaking congratulations into your ear, once you realise what is happening you wrap your arms around her as well. 

“You wanna go meet some fans?” she asks after the two of you have stood in each others arms for a suspicious amount of time. 

“Only if you come with me” you respond, grasping her arm and pulling her towards the side of her pitch with you. 

Ana watches as you speak with children, signing their jerseys and making conversation, the look on her face can only be described as pure admiration. 

You turn back to her after signing a few things, catching her dopey lovestruck look but thinking nothing, assuming she is just happy about the game. 

“Lets go over to the rest of the group, keep up appearances” you speak. Ana just nods at you smiling, grabbing onto your hand, the two of you walking over to the group hand-in-hand not thinking much of it. 

“Careful with her Ana, she isn’t known to be faithful” Mapi warns as the two of you join in with the rest of the group. The comment brings down your mood immediately, almost ruining the entire day for you with a single comment. 

“Don’t worry about her” Ana looks directly into your eyes, her caring smile overturning any negative thoughts that have begun to surface. 

“You two are probably perfect for each other” Mapi snarks again, not being able to just leave the situation alone. 

While her comment was supposed to be hurtful, but instead it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach, you could only hope that you and Ana would be perfect for each other. 

-

It has been a few weeks since the game at Camp Nou and thus a few weeks since the entire world began to speculate that Ana and yourself are dating. You have decided that today is the day that you will finally work up the courage to actually make a move, to determine if she does reciprocate feelings for you. 

The two of you are sitting at the beach watching the sunset, something that has become something of a tradition since your first day back at training. There is a comfortable silence, one that leaves you alone to try and work up the courage to be able to do something about your crush. 

You are forced out of your thoughts by Ana tapping your shoulder gently. 

“So are you ready to tell me why you and Jenni actually broke up?” Ana asks,

“Are you ready to tell me why you and Mapi broke up?” you counter with a small smirk. 

“She said she fell out of love with me, this it was just the natural progression of a relationship and that it wasn’t meant to be between us, b-” Ana stops herself from continuing with what she was about to say, not even wanting accept herself the real reason that Mapi broke up with her. 

“But Mapi isn’t one for long term commitment, and someone new and exciting came along” you answer for her, already knowing more than well enough what Mapi is like. 

“Exactly that” Ana sighs. 

“Well since you told me, I guess you deserve to know why Jenni and I broke up” you state, your comment making Ana perk up. 

“Please” she asks sweetly, while part of the reason she wants to know is pure curiosity she also really just wants to understand so she can comfort you in a more effective way than just general uplifting comments. 

“To make it as simple as possible she told me that I don’t deserve my spot at Barcelona, followed by her telling me that I would never be a successful doctor either, just hours before my MIR exam” you inform Ana. The actual situation was much more complicated but those comments from Jenni were truly what broke you and caused you to finally end things. 

“Did she make these sort of comments a lot?” Ana asks carefully, she has already guessed the progression of the relationship but she wants you to be able to feel comfortable enough to actually tell her yourself. 

“Sometimes, they weren’t usually that bad, that one was the worst, and she wasn’t wrong either” you sigh, while you never wanted to admit it you know that Jenni was correct, there is no way that you could ever be a good enough footballer or doctor if you can’t choose between them. 

Ana reaches over towards your lap, grabbing your hand in hers, the action causes you to suddenly look at her face, trying to understand what she is doing. 

“(Y/N) you are an incredible footballer, you run circles around half of the fulltime players, you are a game changer whenever you are subbed on and all of the fans love you, I think there is almost just as many little boys and girls with (Y/N) on the back of their shirt as there are with Alexia. I can only imagine how much of an incredible doctor you are or will be as well, you put 100% effort into everything you do so there is no way you won’t be amazing at that as well” Ana speaks sweetly. 

But by the time she is finished the two of you have your foreheads touching, you are staring into each other’s eyes and this is exactly what you have wanted but you still aren’t sure if it is what Ana would want. 

“Fuck it” you whisper, closing the gap between you two, your lips meeting hers, immediately the two of you fall into a natural rhythm, your hands making their way to the back of her neck while hers grip your waist gently. 

When you finally pull away Ana dramatically falls back onto the sand, her hand covering her forehead. 

“Are you okay?” you ask nervously as you hover over her, you hope that you haven’t ruined things between her. You begin to curse yourself, she is the only person you have in your corner at the moment and you hate that you may have accidentally ruined things. 

“Push one of epi, stat” Ana jokes. 

“Did you just quote grey’s anatomy?” you ask in disbelief, all your mental strife clearing as you laugh at Ana’’s statement.   

“Of course, did you just ignore my orders to ask a ridiculous question while the patient could be dying?” Ana asks back. 

“I’m the doctor, I think I should be the one giving orders around here not you” you speak suggestively, straddling Ana’s waist, leaving her laying in the sand giggling underneath her. 

“Okay doctor, and what would you suggest for a patient who is in shock that the person she has a crush on just kissed her?” 

“Another kiss” you answer immediately, happiness takes over you completely, knowing that Ana feels the same way, that these feelings you have aren’t just one sided and you can continue to have her in your life, in the way you have been dreaming of. 

Ana leans up, this time she is the one with her hands finding their way behind the back of your head. The two of you continue to passionately kiss for quite some time, only really stopping when you both run out of air and need to breathe. 

“So did it work?” you ask, referring to the medical conversation the two of you had prior. 

“I need to follow the doctor's orders more often” She answers, pecking your lips quickly before the two of you fall into fits of giggles.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Dying Isn’t So Scary with You

BuckyBarnes x female!reader

In which Bucky and Y/N have a deep late night conversation.

a/n: This might have been inspired by the first episode of 'I'm Dying Up Here'. Please, I just want someone to look at me like that 😭

word count: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of killing, slight angst, fluff

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Faint wind, the rough surface of the compound’s roof beneath them, and contentment laced in the air, intoxicating them with every breath.

“You know what they say?” Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s in the weak light of the moon. His attention was on her completely as his head leaned down toward her, a curious look weaved with his features. “When you die, a piece of your soul stays with the person you spent your last moment with,” she continued.

And she was serious. Because if she weren’t, she would have crinkled her nose. Or the right corner of her mouth would have twitched. Bucky had spent enough time studying her to know what gave her away. But neither of those things had happened. She was staring at Bucky with anticipation. Her eyes were round and soft, focusing on his as a bright smile snug onto her mien.

“Who is 'they'?” Though amusement replaced his expression, he was not making fun of her at all. He could never do that. Y/N’s interest in the afterlife would be taken as seriously as every other topic. 

She shrugged. ”Just people.” And then she looked ahead into the night. 

“People, huh?” Bucky followed her gaze. He fixated on a bright light, miles upon miles away from them. It was calming - solid and warm. A focus point that enacted its purpose without being within reach.

“Yeah.” 

A pleasant silence took up the space between them then. The only sounds surrounding the pair were the distant chirping of crickets hiding in the bushes beneath and the steady whirring of Bucky’s vibranium arm as it was propped behind him to support his leaning on it.

Bucky really loved these moments. A little peace in the everlasting chaos that surrounded the Avengers day in and out. Like a seldom escape into the slow and steady rhythm of a life that could have been. A life he wished for with Y/N by his side. A moment that showed him that normal still was within the realm of possibilities for him. Whether he would take it, was another thing though.

“What do you think about that?” His voice broke through the quiet. And his head traveled back to the woman beside him, eyeing her profile as it was lit by the weak hues of the night. He liked that, too: Watching as her expressions changed and imagining what thoughts swarmed through her beautiful mind.

“I think it’s wonderful.” Her eyes were trained on the light, still - a smile present on her lips as her words left them. 

She was refreshing - how she simply accepted it while his head was pounding with ‘what-ifs’ at her prior statement. One so strong he had to say it out loud. It hit too close to home, and he needed her to affirm his worries harmless with her powerful calmness.

“But what if the last person you were with was the one that killed you?” Bucky’s mind wandered further while he waited for an answer. He thought about all the pieces of souls he would carry with him if this statement were true. It was a bunch. Too much for one person to carry, and that’s what he felt like most of the time. But he wouldn’t accept that this was not something he had to manage. He did it, so he had to deal with it as well.

“Well, then I hope my soul will make them feel remorse for eternity,” Y/N muttered absently, and Bucky shifted his focus back to the distance unfolding before him. That’s exactly what these souls did. He felt them doing it right at this moment. Pressing on his conscience like a heavyweight.

Y/N turned her head towards him when he didn’t comment on her statement. She must have sensed what bothered him. He didn’t even attempt to hide it in her presence. She would figure it out sooner or later. Pushing him on it until he bent under her and spilled his thoughts into one giant puddle before them.

“What about you?” She offered - hesitant to ease the weird tension that had built up between the two. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. It felt as if it had to be there - in its rightful place.

“What about me?” His eyes glazed over. He hadn’t blinked for a while, but it felt right. He wanted to feel the slight stinging of the wind in his eyeballs to remind him how tangible this moment was - to anchor himself back to reality as he waited for the storm in his mind to pass.

Y/N placed her hand on his knee and her thumb began stroking the fabric of his jeans in a steady movement. Bucky averted his gaze from the light in the distance, focusing on her fingers instead. “What do you think happens when we die?"

“I- I don't know, Y/N.” It wasn’t fair. She didn’t have anything to do with it. This was his trouble, and ruining one of these sparse moments with his insecurities didn’t feel right. 

Her head dipped to the side, resting on his shoulder and nuzzling deeper into his shirt as a short hum came from her throat. She closed her eyes, and Bucky could feel her warm breath through the thin fabric covering his skin.

“What?” He whispered. Careful to maintain the newfound serenity.

“I guess I can’t say anything to that.” Her lips pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Neither one of us has died before.”

That was true, but both of them had come very close to it more than a few times. And Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander again at the thought of it. It was almost unbelievable how regularly they escaped death in their lives, on missions. It had happened often enough to believe in some kind of higher power - or something else.

"Maybe we have.” Bucky leaked through his silent monologue.

“Huh?” Her head lifted from his shoulder and her eyes sought his with a questioning glare. He looked at her, trying to convey as much seriousness and calmness as possible in his next words.

“Maybe we have died before, we just don’t know.”

Of course, he had played with the thought before. If anything, Bucky’s life felt like the punishment the devil would put upon a person sent to him. And at one point, the super soldier had questioned the purity of his heart too much for it to be healthy. It wasn’t easy living with everything he had done. And it certainly didn’t help that he had memories for two lifetimes to process while doing so. But Y/N made it easier. She reminded him of his good sides.

“That's a scary thing to think about.” 

It surely was, but that was not what Y/N meant by that. Her hand found his cheek, and he leaned into her touch like a reflex. She wanted to comfort him, because for some - for him inexplicable - reason, she knew exactly what happened in his head. And it felt good to be understood. Not only that. He was also accepted - loved, even, despite his demons and flaws.

“Is it though?” His hand covered hers, his mind slowly feeling at ease again. She had that effect on him. It was her own little superpower.

“What do you mean?” Curiosity spiked in her features. She searched his face for an answer as if she was skipping through a novel. Amazement and joy evident in her reaction with every inch of him she focused on.

“Well, isn’t it kind of relieving to think about death as a new beginning rather than the end.” He wanted that. For her, at least. Her soul deserved to live a thousand lives because it would bring happiness to so many more.

“Huh,” her stare focused on the darkness behind him before her eyes found their way back into his again, “I guess so.” Then she retracted her hand and rested her head back in the crook of his neck.

Bucky chuckled at that. 

“What,” she mumbled into his skin, inhaling his scent with a deep breath afterward.

“Nothing.” His hand found the back of her head, stroking her hair and pressing her deeper into him - protective, and safe.

Silence consumed the moment once again, and Y/N’s hand started drawing shapes on his leg, now. The action made goosebumps run up his body. He liked it, though. There were few things Bucky didn’t like in association with Y/N. He would probably argue that there weren’t any, and sometimes it sure felt like that. Right now, was one of these times.

Bucky laid back on the roof, taking Y/N with him as his right arm was already wrapped around her shoulders, his hand disappearing in her hair. The stars above the compound were a lot brighter than the ones over the city in the distance. And when he turned toward the woman in his arms, he could see her features even clearer. 

Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to him. And he could say that with confidence after all the horrible things he had endured. She was the light of his life, with her bright smile and her everlasting optimism that never once failed to put his mind at ease. He wasn’t sure what he deserved her with, but he would try and hold on to her for as long as possible. She was his temple - his safe haven.

“I wouldn’t mind dying right now, then,” Bucky whispered with his eyes closed, squeezing her shoulder with his other hand. She propped herself up on the arm placed by his side.

“What?” 

Her expression told him that his statement concerned her very much, so he continued in order to calm her nerves. “I think having a piece of me with you is the best place it could be.”

Her eyes lit up at that. “You really think that?”

Bucky just smiled in response. Her head came closer to his, and then he kissed her. Pulling her deeper into his embrace, he tried to tell her everything he really thought of, until their lungs were on fire and forced them to break apart again. Yes, it truly was the best place he could be.

[1994sunflower]

hey! i was wondering if you could write on where they f*ck whilst on a call with the rest of the band and they tease her?

I hope I did this request justice it was sosososo hot to think about.

in which ashton and calum listen

Michael declined the ringing phone for nearly the fifth time in only a span of a few minutes. He did it without thinking about it, frustration more than anything bubbling up as he didn’t even bother looking at who was calling him or wondering why they were doing so so much. It didn’t matter.

Not when you were looking up at him doe-eyed with his cock in your mouth. You had paused, a twinkle of annoyance in your eyes at the disruption. Sucking your boyfriend’s big cock was always enjoyable and always left you dripping wet and moving your hips against the air behind you from how turned on you were, how much more you wanted. But not when you were interrupted every few minutes. You always stopped, just to give him space to answer if he wanted, you always thought of him. But he just pushed your head down to take him further again like he had done all the past times his phone rang.

“Suck.” He commanded you to continue.

Michael’s tattooed hand tangled in your hair and took a hold of it roughly, almost painfully but all you did was let out a moan around him and feel your pussy clench emptily. Your boyfriend bucked his hips almost imperceptibly at the vibration of your sound before he pushed your head down, forcing you to take him completely until you gagged around his length. By the groan and silent fuck, yeah, love your mouth so much he let out as he threw his head back to fall against the wall behind him, you were sure that was his goal.

Michael was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall the head of his bed was on. For once, he was the naked one as his legs spread enough to fit your small body between them. You were still fully clothed but on your knees on his mattress and bent over, ass in the air, to be level with his crotch. Your hand was fisting the part of his cock you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, though not being able to wrap your hand fully around his girth. But somehow, seeing your small hand and mouth failing to be able to take all of him, how big he was in every sense of the word compared to you, just made him twitch in your warm, wet mouth.

You had begun bobbing your mouth up and down along his length again, sucking him eagerly and letting your tongue flatly lick the underside of his shaft and kiss his tip. Your hands twisted around his base as his hand tightened its hold in your hair as you moaned around him. His groans, eyes closed as he focused completely on the pleasure his good little girlfriend was giving him, and sometimes breathy praises keeping you going animately. Until his phone rang again.

You whined as you pulled yourself off of him with a lewd popping sound and a strand of spit connecting your lips to his bulbous tip. And as he stared at that erotic scene in front of him, he wanted to break something for being denied you.

“Who is it?” You pouted, like a child being denied her favorite toy. Your hand, still around him, moved along his dick, jerking him off almost distractedly as you waited just to finally be able to take him in your mouth again like you were practically drooling for.

You already missed his size in your mouth, having to open wide to adjust to it, the feeling of his sensitive skin, twitching and hardened, and the pleasured sounds you could arouse from him.

Michael growled in frustration, his eyes telling you just how angry he was at the disruption to his enjoyment. It was the same cold and angry look many poor souls saw right before getting beat up. For the first time, he picked up the phone that was laid next to him and actually looked at the Caller ID.

“It’s fucking Ashton.” His voice was gruff. He was going to murder his best friend. If it was anyone else he might’ve already started making plans as to how. His finger was already hovering over the decline button, having half a mind to turn it off completely when he tugged you closer to his shaft again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your breath against his sensitivity. “Just keep-”

“Answer it. Maybe it’s important.” He wasn’t sure how to tell you that there was little much of anything else he considered more important than having his girlfriend suck him off right then and there.

But he only mumbled before swiping to accept the call. If he didn’t, you’d be worried like the sweetheart you were and besides, he never could deny you.

It didn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He put his phone on speaker and held it up just a few inches away from his mouth. “What the fuck do you want? You better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

He saw the way you frowned at his meanness but he ignored your look, he could only be so good before he reached his limit. His mind was still focused on the way you still pumped him; he was still so hard.

“Okay, geez dude. Sorry!” Ashton didn’t sound sorry at all, actually. “Not like we haven’t been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes or anything.”

Michael wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But he did know that if his too-kind girlfriend’s mind started to wonder too, then you’d feel so bad about distracting him from whatever meeting his friends thought they had together that you’d stop completely. And he couldn’t allow that. Not when he hasn’t even cum yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, half paying attention as he took a hold of your arm, pulling your body so that you were completely bent over again, your mouth just inches from his tip.

You were gazing at him with uncertainty, no doubt thinking about the fact that he was still talking to Ashton and how impolite it would be to disrupt his conversation with his friends. Especially at how embarrassing it would be should you be caught. But Michael couldn’t give less of a shit, his priorities were set. Whether it was impolite or whether Ashton or Calum would know what was going on or not.

Michael just ran his fingers in your hair, hoping to relax you a little, to silently tell you it was okay and to just continue what Michael so deeply wanted you to. Just like he was weak for you, you were helpless but to do what you both wanted.

Your mouth took him in again, paying special attention to his tip, kissing and licking at it especially before wrapping your tempting lips around him entirely. The pleasure was almost dizzying. So good. He almost felt his hips twitch when you hallowed your cheeks. His eyes closed again involuntarily, so utterly at peace with the feeling of your tongue on him as you did your best to fit most of him in your mouth. Almost forgetting he was on a call. Not really caring once he did remember. His girl was the only thing on his mind.

He almost couldn’t process it when Ashton scoffed, “Bullshit. I reminded you this morning before I left.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion before Calum spoke up, voice just as loud as Ashton meaning they were sitting right next to each other. “We were going to pre-game before the party at my frat? Ring a bell? You said you were down.”

There was a vague memory in Michael’s mind of Ashton telling him something about that, about not forgetting, that it was tonight. He remembered nodding dismissively, he wouldn’t forget. But he also remembered how easily that all left his mind the moment you arrived, bouncy and beautiful as always. With a mischievous glint in your eyes that he always felt giddy at seeing because it was so rare for you, knowing what was to come, what you would be whining for. And he was never one to deny you anything.

The slurping and filthy gawking sounds that came each time you sucked and moved up and down on his shaft were growing both in number and volume the more into it you got. Even some of the moans that accidentally escaped you at how much you loved to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth.

The sudden silence coming from the other end of the line should have been enough to tell Michael that his activities were being discovered. But either Michael didn’t notice or didn’t care. He never moved to take himself off speaker. But he took notice when you grew alarmed and shy at being caught at something so personal and lewd. His hand went to the top of your head, a silent way to tell you not to stop.

He let out an unashamed groan, “I’m not going. Y/N came over.”

Honestly, with what Calum and Ashton were imagining right then, they couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck dude, are you-?”

As if to answer the unfinished question, Michael thrusted up into your throat enough for the gagging sound to reach the speakers on his phone, enjoying the feeling of you choking around him. But it really wasn’t with that goal in mind. Your newly tentative movements, due to you being very aware of possibly being caught, had slowed you down much more than Michael wanted.

But Michael had no problem taking control when needed. His hand was pulling you up and down onto his length by your hair. Thrusting up into you with the rhythm he put upon you, his head thrown back, eyes closed at the pleasure. Feeling your fingers press against his naked thighs was enough for him to shiver. By the time he had both of his hands in your hair, keeping you still, you were already whimpering against him. Apparently your pretty little mind had glazed over the fact that he was still very much on the call, forgetting the shyness that had taken over you a few second ago. That Calum and Ashton were still very much listening.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” Michael’s rough voice praised, strained because of the pleasure, made it clear he didn’t care either. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d heard you two go at it. “That’s my girl, take my fucking cock.”

His hips began to thrust into your small throat, perfectly molded to fit his cock, and only his. He had trained your throat for that. He thrust deep, hearing you gag and feeling your throat close around him with each time his tip reached the back of your throat. He kept himself there, pushing your head down deeper, forcing himself further back in your throat. It was sadistic and he could hear your muffled sounds and the tears prickling your eyes but as you looked up at him through your lashes, holding onto him tighter and your hips swinging behind you, he knew you were just fine to be like that. His toy to fuck.

When he finally relented, letting you pull away enough just to breath, he heard the choking, stuttering breath you took. His cock was dripping with your spit but that didn’t deter you from moaning around him as you savored the taste of him and his pre-cum when you deep throated him again.

It was then that Calum and Ashton seemed to get past the shock and dry throats. It was hot. To imagine you, sweet and gentle you who they knew was too small to take anything of Michael’s easily, doing something so dirty while being treated so roughly had them hard just hearing it. Imagining it.

“Shit, is she sucking you off right now?” Calum’s voice came through the nearly forgotten phone at his side and Michael couldn’t help the pride in his eyes as he looked down at your tiny figure in between his legs doing just that.

He yanked at your hair roughly, pulling you off of him enough for him, and his friends over the phone, to be able to hear you whimper, lips against the head of his cock. You almost looked pathetic. And he felt his almost painful hard-on at the sight.

Michael looked at you when he spoke directly to his friends, “Yeah. She lets me fuck her throat like a fucking slut, too. She’s so good with her mouth.”

“I bet, if it sounded like that” Both Calum and Ashton groaned in unison, they really couldn’t blame Michael for bailing on their plans now.

Somehow, hearing all three of them talk about you like you weren’t even there had your pussy trembling even more than before. Your smile was broken from the rough way he had taken your mouth but you still obeyed him when he tapped your lips with the head of his dick. Opening your mouth and taking him to the hilt, until your nose touched his abdomen before you pulled back and did it all over again.

You barely heard the mumbled good girl from his lip. But it wasn’t until you heard Ashton’s voice that you froze, as if reminded that you were being listened to. All the dirty things you had just done, were done in front of an audience.

“Didn't know your girl was so needy.” His usually friendly and sweet tone suddenly sounded teasing and demeaning. “I probably should’ve though. Always the ones that pretend they’re so innocent that like it rough.”

Michael smirked down at you, his eyes never leaving yours making it known how purposely he chose his words. “You should hear what she’s like when I’m inside her.”

Your entire body burned. You wanted more, needed more. Just like you did when you arrived to his home, horny and needy. When he told you to get on your knees and work for it, though you had already been crawling towards him on the bed.

Now driven by the hitches of breath you hear over the phone, their silent groans. You didn’t care anymore that his friends were listening to how much of a whore you were, listen to each lewd sound of you sucking off your boyfriend or even more. Maybe it was a testament to his corruption of your pure person, to one who cared only about him, and getting fucked by him, to care about modesty - someone who delighted in the thought of others being witness to just how good you were for your boyfriend and just how good he made you feel.

When you released him from your mouth, you were sure your wetness was dripping all over his sheets.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, your soft cheek resting against his hard dick, looking up at him with begging eyes, “please.”

Neither could deny the way their hands went to palm themselves through their pants at the sound of you so softly, high pitched, called your boyfriend such a dominant title. You heard a chuckle from the phone followed by a mocking laugh.

“Aww, she’s begging. How cute.”

“Just fuck her, mate. Put her out of her misery.”

Maybe you should be pouting at their teasing but if it got your boyfriend to stretch you open, you welcomed the sting of humiliation that followed their words. Being seen as nothing but a fucktoy at the moment.

Sharing this intimate moment with you was only because they were his best friends. It was the only reason he’d given them this glimpse that they should be honored to be guests to. But one he was using not so subtly to boast, how lucky he was to have you, how only he could give you pleasure. That you were his, sucking his dick, fucking him. No one else could have you. Even them, no matter how close he let them get. No matter how much they wanted to.

Michael looked almost arrogant when he took you by the back of your thighs, pushing you up until you were stranding up. Enough for your clothed pussy to rub against his cock. The sensation was enough for you to start grinding on him. You’d waited for so long, you couldn’t even remember how long you’d been blowing him before the phone rang. There was still spit on your chin to prove it.

You yelped when you felt him spank you but his eyes showed almost no emotion which caused you to clench your walls. He looked so hot under you, the tattoos on his upper body under your hands and his dick erect for you. “Let them hear how good you can ride me, little one.”

His thick fingers pushed your panties to the side just enough for you to sink down on him. You were so wet, he slid in with ease despite your tight walls. Especially excited at the rare opportunity to ride him. A satisfied moan left you, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of being split open by his thickness. Finally.

Michael stayed laying down, gazing up at his girlfriend, looking so little as she bounced on his lap feverishly. Groans left him as he let you set the pace, pleasuring yourself using him. But despite you being on top, it was very clear who was in charge by the bruising grip he had on your hips as he helped you move up and down his length. You were so small, even the width of your body was only half of his broad one.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room each time your thighs met when you sheathed him entirely inside of your drooling cunt. Your skirt was pushed up, around your waist worthlessly, giving Michael a clear view of where you were connected.

“So-ngh-so good, Mikey. Feels so good.” You were babbling on him, your back arching. Breaths coming out short. Every once in a while, you ground against him, swiveling your hips. “Y-you fuck me so good. Love your big cock, daddy, feel so full!”

“Fuck, she is a slut.” You weren’t even thinking straight with how dizzy the pleasure made you to recognize who said it. But you weren’t out of it enough not to hear the ‘slicking’ sounds over the phone that made it clear Ashton and Calum had given up modesty with each other and were pumping their cocks to the hot sounds of you getting fucked by their friend. Which just made you move your hips faster.

“Hear that?” Michael grunted out as you kept riding him. “They can hear how much of a fucking cock hungry whore you are.”

You were shaking your head at his words, whining as if to deny them but you kept moaning and riding him faster, clamping down on him with your walls, suffocating him in the best way. You felt each drag of his cock against you. He moved you forward by your hips to heighten the delicious sensation of feeling you against and around him, hissing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It was only when you leaned down, your face just a few inches away from Michael’s so that your hips were what moved his cock in and out of you that Michael saw the large blush adorning your face.

He sat up without you expecting it. The only reason you didn’t fall was because of his arm that wrapped around your waist. Your small hands landed on his strong, tattooed shoulders instinctively.

Even on his lap, straddling him while still grinding on his cock, Michael was taller than you. It was instinctive when you opened your mouth and let him slowly, sensually, let a glob of his spit drop onto your tongue. You almost moaned when you swallowed it but the gentleness ended when he spit in you again, faster this time and you felt a sharp slap to your cheek following it.

You distinctly heard the curses that left the phone at the visuals they imagined of Michael slapping you around, manhandling you in whichever way he pleases.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy. After showing them how much of a messy cockslut you are. Fucking me during a phone call…dirty fucking girl. Can’t think of anything except daddy’s cock. You like that they’re listening to how good I fuck you, don’t you?” Then his grip on your waist tightened enough for him to start thrusting up into you. Hammering into your poor little cunt at a rough, fast pace - even more so than the one you had set for yourself. He groaned deeply. You cried out, gasping and writhing in his arms as he pounded into you mercilessly. Broken sentences were the only thing that could leave your mouth. You felt him so deep inside you.

You already felt that heat in your belly, the sign of your release keeping up on you as your big boyfriend used your body. It felt so good, the pleasure you had been vying for all day. The way you tightened around him, hips stuttering was enough to tell Michael you had cum, along with how much wetter you’d gotten, your cum mixed in with each thrust as he continued pummeling into you within stopping. It’d been building up for so long, you couldn’t be blamed for cumin so quickly.

The back of your thighs and his were drenched. But your scream was enough to tell Ashton and Calum know how you had creamed all over Michael’s dick. Their hands moved faster as they jerked themselves off, their minds focused on you.

You couldn’t even think coherently, your eyes half closed and mouth open to stream out moans. Let alone being able to wrap your mind around Michael handing you his phone and pushing it up to your ears, off of speaker but loud enough that he, so close to you in position, could still hear the two boys at the other end of the line. His hips still thrusting into you, so deep that he bottomed out into you each time.

“Tell them what I’m doing to you.”

And then it was your moans being filtered directly to them, the distant sound of slapping skin the only other thing Calum and Ashton could hear as you bounced up and down on his fat cock.

It was embarrassing, especially being able to hear Ashton and Calum’s groans, knowing they were witnessing this weak, dirty part of you so different from how they usually saw you. Your breath hitched.

But it was Calum’s sweet voice, drenched in a gravelly arousal, that you heard first, “Go on. Tell us how good you’re getting fucked in front of us.”

You didn’t answer right away - you couldn’t. It was too much. Hearing his voice in that moment, commanding you to follow your boyfriend’s orders. Knowing that you had him weak just with your sounds. It was a thrill. And your face was fucked out at the feeling of the circumstances as you moaning as you were racked by Michael’s rough thrusts. Your submission so cute to watch, and hear, unfold.

Your hand could barely hold onto his phone, fit for his larger hand not your trembling one. “H-He’s fucking m-my pussy so deep. C-Can’t—so rough. Gonna cum again.”

You sounded as fucked out as you looked.

Ashton spoke next, sounding almost amused with your inability to work your brain while being stuffed with your boyfriend’s dick. “Yeah? Feels good?”

Your sounds of agreement were muffled. “S-Sososo good. Mikey’s so big! He’s stretching me open. H-He always makes me feel so good, only he can fuck me. My pussy is his. I’m his. Only a slut for him.”

You were cut off by your own squeals; as if to reward your words that made Michael feel so boastful and powerful, he raised the shirt that was still on your body. Until it uncovered your bra-covered tits to him. Even then he just roughly pulled up your bra, not bothering to even remove it. Just enough to give him access toy our bare chest, jiggling up and down with his sharp thrusts. He all but smothered his face as he encased his mouth around your nipple.

All you could do was arch your back, pushing your tits further into his mouth and his head further into them. One of your hands went to hold the back of his head gently to hold him there as you took pleasure as he sucked your tits while his arm around you pushed you as deeply and closer into him as possible.

“Yes.” You clenched around him at the sensation, as if to force his thick cock to stay inside you, so tightly Michael’s drilling into you grew slower as he fought against your walls. But eventually, he picked up his pace again. Until you could barely breathe with how fast he was fucking up into you, his pace bruising and his cock hitting the spots that had you weak. You barely heard his growl of Mine against your skin. His tongue swirling against your tits, biting at them gently.

It was so hot.

For the second time, you could feel the tension again as your release crawled closer. Your moans were louder than before, this time directly into the phone speaker not that you had any trace of bashfulness anymore.

“Fuck listen to her.” Calum said, you could practically hear the breathy way he talked. His head thrown back as his hips thrusted into his own palm, desperately imagining the way your hips would move, the way your cunt would be soaked. His hand tightened around himself to mimic your tightness. “You sound so fucking hot.”

He was only saying that because Michael couldn’t hear him. He had to make do with teasing you with his words, making you feel exactly what you were doing to him. And that’s just what his words did. You whined, grinding into Michael desperately at the praise.

“Bet you look so pretty like that.” Ashton said as he spit on his palm before returning his hand to his cock, “Riding a cock that’s too big for you. Like letting yourself be used like a fucking toy, don’t you?”

“Michael!” You moaned out his name even as you listened to his friend’s words through the phone. You were so close.

But Ashton wasn’t done. “You’d feel so fucking good, so tight. Michael was right. Such a needy slut, fucking her boyfriend in front of his best friends and liking it. Making him miss his plans.”

“And here we-fuck-thought you were such a good girl, smiling and innocent.” Ashton’s hand moved faster against himself.

You were whimpering at his words, at his teasing. “I’m s—orry. I-I didn’t mean t-to.” You slurred, “Just needed him.”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t m-mean to?” Calum mocked your stuttering cruelly. Sounding so similar to your mean boyfriend and you felt yourself at once have tears settle in your eyes at the humiliation and get impossibly wetter. The lewd squelching each time Michael moved in and out of you was loud. It was too much. The sensation of Michael driving into you and just how good his friends’ teasing words felt.

“It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He continued, cooing at you teasingly. “You’re just a brat who only thinks about cock - bet you even like that we’re getting off on you. Thinking about how good you’d look bouncing on our cocks. We’d fuck you good just how you like it. Too bad Michael never learned to share. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not! ‘m not a brat ” You moaned, heart thumping rapidly at what he was suggesting. You could almost see their own big cocks in their hands. You licked your lips. Michael really had turned you into a cock-addicted whore. “I’m a good girl. I’m Mikey’s good girl.”

“Hmm…” Ashton grunted, “Prove it. Keep moaning nice and loud. I’m so fucking close. You’re going to cum again aren’t you? So fucking messy.”

“Say our names when you cum.” Calum chuckled and you heard Ashton’s incredulous laugh right beside him as your cheeks burned. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You’d only ever moan Michael’s name, the man who was fucking into you so well like only he would ever be able to do. But the thought of it set a fire in your belly all the same.

And almost as if Michael could hear what he had said, his eyes narrowed in concentration and possessiveness despite everything. “You’re mine.” He grunted out, “All fucking mine. Gonna let them hear how I fuck my cum into you. How you’re built to only take my cock and cum.”

“Yesyesyes, give me your cum, daddy. Please, cum inside me.” The words of all three of them were enough to have you cumming around your boyfriend’s girth almost immediately. Dropping the phone all together and leaving Ashton and Calum to cum into their own hands at your words, imagining it on your skin instead, at the now more echoey sounds of your moans of completion, repeating Michael’s name almost like a mantra in the haze of pleasure.

Even as his hips continued to slam up into yours, despite your overstimulated core. Until he held you still, biting at your skin with a deep groan as he released inside of you. Thick ribbon of cum filled you completely, with pleased sounds leaving your mouth at the sensation.

Only then did he let you fall back on the bed, weak and tired. Finally letting go of your tiny body he had been holding close to him, keeping you on his cock. He had given you exactly what you wanted, what you arrived to his house knowing he could give you. And the experience was so much hotter than you expected, especially with his friends’ teasing and dirty words that showed you just how hot they saw you.

Michael watched as you laid there, legs open with a mixture of both of your cums trickling down your leg. His cum that couldn’t fit inside you, white at your entrance. The sight drove him wild.

But he controlled himself from abusing your sensitive cunt again. He had to handle something first. He picked up the abandoned phone, the one you set aside because you would drop anything and everyone for him. Always.

He didn’t even have to speak when he put his phone up to his ear as you laid there silently, mind fuzzy. Both of you were breathing heavily from the exertion of the rough fuck. Ashton spoke before he had to.

“Don’t brag, dude.” And Michael couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. It was exactly what he wanted to do, the feeling of pride swelling inside him. He had just fucked his hot girlfriend, knowing his two friends wanted her, wanted to be him. Claiming her in front of them as she claimed herself as his to them.

“Seriously, it’s bad enough we had to jerk off while you got your dick wet.”

Michael scoffed, “Just be grateful I even let you listen, assholes. Don’t interrupt me next time.” He paused before he decided to rub it in a little more, “At least you could actually make her wet. She felt so good around me.”

“Fuck you, dude. We did a lot more than just make her wet.” Calum said, not unkindly. He was already trying to clean himself off. “Can’t believe she even let you cum inside her."

“Yeah don’t forget she’s mine.” Michael said, the possessiveness back in his tone. They were lucky to even just be given a glimpse of you in that intimate moment. Given to them because Michael trusted his best friends but also just so Michael could show off how lucky he was to have you, how satisfied he was always with you. A reminder of how much you didn't need anyone else with him around. All their fantasies of you were for nothing because it was only ever Michael that could have you whenever and however he wanted, the one who could claim you inside and out.

And while Ashton and Calum dominated you, because of the freedom Michael had allowed them to, they knew better than to push their luck with your boyfriend. They were just happy with themselves for calling at the moment they had, accidentally stumbling into a scene that they refused to leave willingly once they had realized. It was better than any porn they’d ever seen.

Michael’s chuckle caught them off guard, he seemed to be in a good mood after having sex. Not that they could blame him. “Have fun at your party.”

Not that they could. Not after getting such a small taste of you and knowing they wouldn’t be thinking of anything else but how they dreamed of you in that situation, your sounds, what you let them be a witness to and what you let your boyfriend do to you, to claim you in front of them. What it meant that such a sweet, naive looking girl could be tainted to become such a submissive slut, unbeknownst to everyone else. It was hot and they doubted a party could hold their attention or desire at all compared to it.

But Michael knew that. That’s why he was still laughing, tauntingly.

[celestial-kit]

When He Sees Me

Pairing: Kirishima x f!reader

Warning: NSFW, Minors DNI, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Penetration, Just general sex I guess

As a waitress in a diner, it wasn’t uncommon to have regular patrons. You often saw a group of nurses come in for mimosas and pancakes after finishing a night shift, a pair of retired old men who set up a small, mobile tv to watch old movies while slowly eating their lunch, and a gaggle of grumpy middle aged women who always tip you with spare change and life advice. One regular that you always look forward to seeing is Pro-Hero Red Riot. He started coming by the diner a few months ago, looking for a quick meal after finishing a long patrol and, even though you could tell he was tired, he greeted you with a big, toothy grin and introduced himself as Kirishima.

Since that first night, he started regularly eating dinner at the diner every Monday, always sitting at the same table in the back of the restaurant and always looking so happy to see you. He took the time to ask how you were doing, he was patient and kind when you were having a particularly busy shift, and he always tipped very well. He was, undoubtedly, your favorite customer.

This Monday, you were surprised to see that Kirishima wasn’t alone when he walked into the diner. Standing next to him was Pro-Hero Dynamight, wearing his signature scowl as he looked at you with annoyance. You had to admit, you were a little frightened to see him in person. He was rather intimidating and it was a stark contrast to Kirishima’s disarming nature. 

Kirishima saw you freeze as his best friend gave you a death glare. He rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned down and gave you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t mind him, he gets hangry. Can we have my normal table?” 

“Sure!” You squeak nervously. You grab two menus for the large men and quickly walk them back to their table. After they’ve taken their seats, you whip out your notepad and pen. “Can I start you with something to drink?” 

Kirishima gives you a smile as he looks up into your eyes. “I’ll just have water. How’s your night been?” 

You can feel your cheeks warming up at his attention. He was always so genuine when he spoke to you, with his head resting on his fist and looking at you like you’re the only person in the room. You meet his eye contact and tuck some hair behind your ear as you reply. “It’s been good. A little slow, but that just means I have more time to read between tables.”

His eyebrows rise at that. “Oh? What are you reading?” You open your mouth to respond, but you’re interrupted by a cough next to you. You turn your head and see Dynamight with his arms crossed and his death glare now focused on Kirishima. You quickly realize that you never took his drink order. 

“I’m so sorry! What can I get you to drink?” You respond hastily. Without looking at you, he grumbled a low “Water” and you left to get their drinks. As you came back, you could see them both leaning over the table and whispering about something.

“Just tell her, idiot,” Dynamight whispered loudly to Kirishima as you set their water on the table. 

“Tell me what?” You ask, innocently looking at Kirishima. His face went almost as red as his hair as he waved his hands in front of him. 

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it,” he laughed as he looked pointedly at his blonde friend. Dynamite groaned at this, clearly annoyed with this interaction.

“If you don’t tell her, I will. I’m sick of you talking about it all the time,” he crossed his arms again and looked at Kirishima with an eyebrow raised, daring him to take on his challenge. Kirishima looked horrified for a split second before he looked at you and ultimately looked away, a soft blush painting his cheeks as he started to speak.

“I have a little crush on you,” he admits, making Dynamight snort. Kirishima frowned at his friend before he continued, “Ok, it’s not little. I think you’re beautiful and you’re all I can think about. Can I take you out sometime?” He finally looked up at you, hopeful and nervous after his confession. You stared at him with your mouth agape as your face started burning up. You were shocked that he felt this way, but you weren’t displeased. You always thought that Kirishima was handsome and you loved the brief amount of time you got to spend with him each Monday. 

As you tried to wrap your mind around the situation, you could see Kirishima’s face fall. You realize that it had been a minute and you still hadn’t responded to his question. “Yes! Of course, I’d love to! Are you free Friday?” 

Kirishima’s face brightens at this, excitedly saying, “Really? Yeah, let’s do Friday!” He stands up with a big grin on his face, raising his hand to high-five his friend, and starts to walk out of the diner, with Dynamight following closely behind. You gawk at them as they push the door open to walk out onto the sidewalk. 

“Wait! Aren’t you forgetting something?” You giggle as the redhead turns around, looking as if he had an epiphany and starts walking back to where you're rooted at his table.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs sheepishly as he pulls out a large bill from his wallet and places it on the table, presumably to pay for the water that neither of them drank. 

You blink before you push the bill back into his hand and say, “No, don’t you need my phone number?” 

Kirishima blinks back at you and nods, pulling his phone from his pocket and handing it to you as a fresh blush paints his cheeks. You giggle again as you input your number, acutely aware of Kirishima staring over your shoulder, his large frame invading your space. You hand his phone back to him with a dizzy smile, his hand brushing yours as he takes it from you. 

Kirishima meets your eyes and flashes you another smile, “I’ll text you!” And then he was out the door, meeting up with his scowling friend and walking away from the diner.

_

Kirishima did, in fact, text you. During the days leading up to your date, you spent every spare moment you could texting each other, updating each other throughout the day of what you were doing and texting late into the night, getting to know each other. You also swapped photos back and forth, nothing raunchy, just little snapshots of your day. You would send photos of you curled up with your cat, cooking dinner, drinking wine. He would send photos of himself at the gym, walking with Dynamight, and showing himself looking bored as he filled out paperwork. 

One picture in particular had your mouth going dry and your stomach doing flips. Around midday on Wednesday he sent you a picture of him sitting on top of a criminal, pinning him to the ground with one hand on the back of his head, the selfie taken at an angle above Kirishima’s head and showed off the sweat stuck to his brow as he grinned proudly at the camera. You zoomed in on the picture, admiring his pectoral muscles and chiseled abs, imagining how it might feel to have him pin you down like that. You texted back a simple “Be careful!” before rushing to the restroom in the diner to splash cold water on your face. 

When Friday came, you were eager to see Kirishima. It had been a while since you had been on a date, so you took your time getting ready, sipping on a chilled glass of wine to calm your nerves. The restaurant you agreed to meet at was close to your apartment, so you knew you could walk there and didn’t need to worry about driving. When you arrived, you could see Kirishima already at a table, wearing a simple white button down tucked into black slacks. A few buttons were undone at the top of his shirt, showing off his pecs and some of the black hair that littered his chest.

When he saw you walking up, he broke out in a massive grin, standing up and wrapping you in a warm hug, landing a quick kiss on your cheek. He pulled away, still grinning, to pull out your chair for you to sit down. Your cheeks were burning red from the affection as you sat down and said, “Thank you.”

Kirishima sat across from you and took the time to look you up and down as you started perusing the menu. His gaze swept across the gentle features of your face, admiring the curve of your lips which was accentuated with your lipgloss, and continued to move his gaze down past your exposed neck to land on your cleavage. Your dress loosely fits your curves, and he can’t help but stare. 

The rest of your evening seemed like a blur, you and Kirishima falling into a rhythm of talking, laughing, and drinking. Together you share a bottle of wine, various appetizers, and, at one point, shots of tequila. You were feeling warm and giggly from the booze and the company, it felt nice. Under the table, Kirishima had kicked out his long legs and intertwined them with yours, playing footsie as he looked at you dreamily. The waiter eventually interrupts you to ask if you would like dessert. You and Kirishima share a look before he declines the waiter's offer. As Kirishima pays the bill, you reach across the table to graze your fingers over his knuckles, gently asking, “Want to have dessert at my place?” 

Kirishima’s hungry, red eyes meet yours at your suggestion and he simply nods before throwing some money on the bill and grabbing your hand to pull you out of the restaurant. You lead the way down the street, walking swiftly with Kirishima’s hand on your back, keeping you close. When you get into your apartment elevator, Kirishima doesn’t hesitate to grab your face and crash his lips to yours. It feels as if the events of the week have been leading up to this moment, and the release of tension between the two of you has you moaning into his lips. 

The elevator ride is short, and you’re pulling away from him before you really want to to lead you both to your apartment door. You fumble with your keys as Kirishima holds onto your hips, pressing his chest to your back and laying soft, wet kisses to your neck. When your door finally swings open, Kirishima is quick to turn you around, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you as close as he can while he bullies his tongue into your mouth. He blindly kicks your door shut and starts walking you backwards into your apartment, practically lifting you off the ground to keep your mouth glued to his. When he pulls back for air, he can’t help but groan when he sees your disheveled state. You hair is a mess from his hands wandering in it in the elevator, you dress is pulled down dangerously low, exposing more of your cleavage with one strap falling off your shoulder, and your bruised lips are agape as you look at him with glassy eyes.

“You know, I think I changed my mind. I do want dessert,” he states simply before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walking through your apartment, searching for your bedroom. You take this opportunity to attack his neck, doing your best to leave your mark on him while your hands fist in his hair. 

Before you can do too much damage, you are dropped unceremoniously on your bed, startling your cat who was sleeping peacefully on your pillow. “Sorry buddy,” Kirishima mumbles without looking at the animal, too focused on running his hot hands up your thighs and under your dress. He wraps his strong fingers around the edges of your underwear, pushing his thumb into the fabric at your crotch and feeling how you’re already soaking through your underwear and wetting his thumb. He brings his hand back to examine the glistening digit briefly before sticking it in his mouth and sucking your essence off it, his eyes meeting yours as you gasp his name. 

He frowns at the use of his surname. “Call me Eijiro,” he says gruffly.

His tone and intense stare warm you up, turning your cheeks red and filling your stomach with butterflies. “Eijiro,” you moan, as he goes back to rubbing you through your underwear. 

“Good girl,” he smirks at you. Then you hear a ripping noise and you realize that your underwear is now just a limp piece of fabric being tossed behind Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Eijiro!” You exclaim, shocked that your favorite pair of panties are completely destroyed.  Kirishima just laughs at you.

“Don’t worry, precious. I’ll buy you a new pair.” Then he was leaning in and swiping his tongue across your wet heat, making you gasp at the contact. He uses his big hands to push your dress up past your hips and bury his tongue inside your pussy, thrusting in and out and drinking your essence as you moan his name and grab fistfuls of his hair. 

His hot tongue works its way up to your clit, circling it as he moans against you, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He brings one hand down from your hips and slowly works a finger inside you while you hiss at the stretch. His hands are so big, like everything else about him, and if you weren’t so wet then the intrusion might have hurt. He starts working this finger inside you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace and curling to hit that spongy spot inside you each time. His attention on your clit persists, making you whimper, and soon you can hear the loud squelching noises of his finger moving inside you while you sucks and licks at your clit. 

When he pushes a second finger in, you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back and doing your best to buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. He groans against you and uses his one hand on your hip to halt your movements, holding you in place while he starts pistoning his fingers into you. You feel tears beading at your eyes as you start heading towards a familiar cliff.

“Oh god, Eijiro!” you gasp as you near your peak.

Kirishima pulls back briefly, “Cum for me, honey. You can do it. Cum on my fingers.” His fingers don’t relent and his mouth goes back to abusing your clit as you let out a pitiful sob, gushing around his fingers and clamping down on him. He works you through your orgasm, your quiet cries spurring him on as he continues to slowly push his fingers into you. 

Eventually, he pulls away, kissing up your body and dragging your dress with him until it is over your head and on the floor. He leans down to place a kiss on your lips while he grabs your breasts and flicks your hardening nipples with his thumbs. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue and then your pushing at his shoulders so that he’s hovering over you. Before he can say anything, you grab at the edges of his shirt and pull to try to pop the buttons off his shirt. It doesn’t work, so you try again, but still fail. 

You pout at his indestructible shirt and he laughs at you again. Then, he sits up and grabs the edges where you had and rips the buttons open himself. You gasp as he shucks the ruined material from his shoulders with a cocky smirk and you reach up to run your hands over his newly exposed chest, admiring the way black hair is scattered across his chest and leads down his abs to below his belt. Your mouth starts to water at the idea of what his pants might be hiding, so you sit up with him to start laying kissing on chest and stomach while your hands work his belt open. 

When he’s finally free from his confines, you can’t help but gasp at his size, your eyes widening as you take him in. 

He’s thick and long, the weight of him causing his length to fall despite him being fully hard. The black hair that you admired on his torso is neatly trimmed around the base of his cock, which sits directly atop his full, round balls. You clench your thighs together at the idea of him filling you up. Part of you doesn’t think he’ll fit, but another, more excited, part of you is eager to try.

You tentatively wrap a hand around the base of his cock, looking up at him through your tear stained lashes for approval. His hand reaches down to fist your hair, nodding and pulling your face closer to him. You bring your other hand up to wrap around him as well and you poke your tongue out to give him kitten licks around his head. He groans and tightens his hand in your hair, thrusting his hips a little, wiping his head and smearing precum along your cheek. You sit up on your knees for better leverage and bend down to wrap your lips around his head, feeling his fist tighten again as he starts dragging your mouth along his cock. 

Kirishima knows he’s big, he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he’s gentle as he fucks your face. When he starts hitting the back of your throat and tears start spilling down your cheeks, his other hand comes up and he uses his thumbs to wipe them from your face and cradle your cheek, feeling the way his length fills your cheeks. 

His moans are loud, he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. He tells you things like You’re doing so good, baby and You’re taking my cock so well. When his moans get louder, you think he’s going to cum, so you twist one hand at the base of him and use your other hand to hold and squeeze his balls. Right when you expect him to finish down your throat, he’s using your hair to pull you back, looking down at your tear stained face while his chest heaves up and down from the effort of holding off his orgasm.

“Don’t want to cum yet. I wanna fuck you,” he says, pushing your shoulders until your back hits the bed. You nod your head like a woman possessed while he kicks his pants off and pulls a condom out of his pocket. You want to tell him not to worry about it, you’re on birth control, but you understand that as a Pro-Hero he may want to take certain precautions. Next time you think to yourself as he rolls the latex down his length and lines himself up with your leaking hole. 

When he pushes in, you gasp at the burn of it, and new tears start rolling down your cheeks as he continues to push his monster length inside you. Kirishima knows it probably hurts, but he ignores your weak cries of Wait, you’re too big because he knows that the best way for the pain to stop is to just push through it. When he’s fully seated inside you, he just sits there, leaning down to kiss the tears from your face as you sob weakly. You want him to fuck you, but the stretch of him is making you clamp down so hard that he’s unable to move from his spot inside you.

“Relax, baby. You gotta stop clenching,” Kirishima says through gritted teeth. He looks as if he’s in pain, too.

“I can’t,” you say. “You’re too big, Eiji. I can’t do it.” You let out another broken sob, wishing your body would listen to what you wanted. Kirishima didn’t say anything, he just leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth again and making out with you to distract you from the pressure of his length inside you. His lips moving against yours have you warming up again, and you can feel yourself flutter around his length, your wetness giving him enough lubricant to slowly pull out and push back in at a shallow pace. 

When you start moaning at this action, Kirishima takes this as a cue that you’re feeling good, you want more. He leans back from kissing you and grabs the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up and close to your chest, and starts fucking you faster and harder. You cry out at the new angle, watching him as he watches his cock disappear inside of you, his mouth hanging open as he releases long, loud moans. When he looks at your face, he smirks.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asks, continuing his brutal pace. You nod your head, holding his eye contact and reaching up to play with your breasts, tugging on your nipples and moaning out his name. He grunts at your display, pushing himself harder into you and reaching down to swipe fast circles around your clit. 

You can feel that coil tightening again in your stomach, nearing your second orgasm of the night as Kirishima’s hips increase in speed. You start to feel delirious from the pleasure, drooling and babbling about how good he feels, how he’s so big, how you’re so close to cumming again.

“Yeah, baby? You want to cum again?” Kirishima asks lowly, trying to contain himself as you writhe beneath him.

“Yes, yes! Please Eijiro, I want to cum!” Your head is thrown back and you know you won’t last as the head of his cock hits your g-spot over and over and over.

“Cum for me, angel. Cum on my cock, I want to feel you.” Kirishima encourages you, and you listen to him. You arch your back and let out a wail you didn’t know you were capable of as you cum all over his cock, clamping down on him again and holding him in place as he groans at your tight walls. As you’re coming down from your high, Kirishima pushes your legs closer to your chest and fucks you faster and harder than he had all night, chasing his own high. You gasp and watch him as he grunts and groans and moans your name unashamedly, drowning in pleasure. 

You moan at the feeling of him dragging inside your wet walls, and you tell him how bad you want him to cum. You tell him you wish he could cum inside you, you want him to fill you up until your dripping cum. It’s too much for Kirishima as he hastily pulls out with a loud groan, ripping the condom off his fat cock and fisting himself until he’s cumming all over your breasts and stomach. 

You gaze up at the man above you, his head thrown back as he tries to catch his breath, his length softening in his hand, and you think that he’s beautiful. He looks down at you, sees you covered in his seed, and gives you a shy smile. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

You giggle a little, ��It’s ok, I like it.” You smile up at him and rub your hand through his cum on your stomach. He groans again and then leans down to give you a long, wet kiss before leaving the bed to look for a towel. After cleaning up, it doesn’t take long before you’re climbing under the covers, cuddling against Kirishima’s chest as his soft snores lull you to sleep. 

[pennyserenade]

pairing: frankie morales x you , frankie morales x female oc rating: m ( mature ) warnings: language, nsft language, a bit of angst, some mentions of depression, some mentions of drug use, fluff, 18+ word count: 2.1k+ summary: the sweetest delicacy life has to offer is a love so genuine it feels like the home you were searching for. or: frankie and oc find they like their new living situation.   notes: this is another installment of my losing dogs series. this was greatly inspired by taylor swift’s song ‘seven.’ if you haven’t heard it, i greatly recommend that you listen to it. to me, frankie is definitely a folklore kind of guy. also if you’re interested, here is my new taglist. i’ll tag you in all of these silly little stories if that’s what your heart desires. 

just like a folk song

It amazes her how Frankie can envelope her so completely—how by just holding her close to his own body and wrapping his arms around her, she almost evaporates into him.

His breath is warm on her neck and his hand is firm on her back, like he thinks she might slip away if he doesn’t keep it there. She lays her head against his chest and focuses on the steady rhythm of his heart beat. She has no desire to be anywhere else.

She wishes she could be frank with Frankie and tell him that—that tomorrow she will love him just as much as the day before, and the day after, and that she’s loved him almost as long as she’s known him, so he doesn’t have to worry. She knows that those are just words, though, and that words can be hollow when life has been as callous as it has been with Frankie.

She’s given him more than half of her home now. There’s evidence of his being there that extends beyond the small corner of her room, including a fully decorated bedroom for his little girl, his family photos, and his shirts hanging in the closet next to hers. In the shower, there’s his hair products and in the cabinet are his medicines and razors. One half of the bed smells more prominently of him, too, no longer a lingering scent but a permanent one.

He lives here, only, she’s not so sure he knows it yet. It’s as if his old home is haunted by the ghost of him, clinging to the safety of non-commitment.

Frankie doesn’t mean to hurt her, and he doesn’t, not really. She gets why it’s a hard thing for him, because she struggles in her own ways. It’s been a long time since she’s given so much of herself to a person, too, and she knows that her house is haunted in similar ways.

Frankie is the first man she’s lived with since she was in her late twenties, and he’s the first to have wanted to be in her space and not the other way around. Before him, the other two men she’d lived with hadn’t considered that she’d even wanted that. She hadn’t either, truthfully. They asked her to move in and she said yes, because she was in love with them, and she didn’t know that she was allowed to not want to be uprooted until one day she decided she didn’t.

She would’ve, if Frankie asked, but that was the beautiful thing about him: he didn’t assume she lived a life that she’d want to abandon.

“It’s too quiet,” he tells her, softly, interrupting her stream of thoughts. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She readjusts her head on his chest. “Just about you.”

He hums in interest. “What about?”

“If you like it here.”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he places a kiss on her temple.

“Do you like it here?”

She looks up at him. He looks somewhere between remorse and ashamed, but he says, “Yes,” like it’s not even a question she should’ve asked. She smiles the best she can, a half smile, and he adds, “I’ve not ever been good at adjusting but I’m trying. I do like it here.”

He leans down and presses his lips to hers, and they kiss for a while. It’s hungry, and she knows she should worry, because when he is upset, he kisses like this: like his body can’t stand another moment not being near hers, like he wants to positively evaporate into the mold of her frame. He kisses her like all the answers to his problems will be found on her tongue, and she lets him, because she hopes they might be.

It’s only when his hand touches the skin beneath her sweater that she stops him. “I’m not upset,” she clarifies. She has her hand on his chest and he’s still holding tightly onto her.

“Okay,” he says.

“Really,” she continues. “I—I just want you to be comfortable, is all. I care a lot for you and I hate the idea that you don’t feel like this is your home.”

He leans down and pecks her lips, smiling. “I love you,” he says, inches from her face. The air of his words touches her.

“I love you too,” she responds.

Frankie kisses her again—less fevered, and more appreciative than anything else in his intent. She closes her eyes and tries to let herself love him without that sharp-edged feel of worry poking at her.

Though she has done her best to pick up the pieces of herself and to construct a healthier, happier version that believes love can be a lasting thing, she is not immune to the anxiety of it sometimes.

Her house is haunted in many ways, she supposes, more than she’d like to admit. More than Frankie is aware of, truthfully, but she swears that she will tell him about it all in due time. What he didn't know was only out of self-perseverance on her part—a pocket full of information she kept for herself when she committed to giving so much to him, because if it all went wrong, there would be corners of her he didn’t know.

Like about Earnest—about who he was, about why she doesn’t talk about him. With Earnest, she fell so deeply for him she forgot how to be when not in his presence. It was a sick, unhealthy sort of love that led to her being the saddest she’d ever been after all was said and done. This unimaginable sadness is what she would come to learn was her first spell of depression. Earnest probably hadn’t begun that, but he reminded her of it.

He wasn’t a terrible guy, not at first. He had been kind and motivated, and cared deeply about her the way she hadn’t been cared about before. He called her on the days they didn’t see one another, and taught her the ways sex could be a beautiful thing when you gave your body to the right person. She never felt like he had wanted to possess her the way some men wanted to possess women, either.

She doesn’t really know what went wrong—whether he was the first to become cruel and cold, or she was the first to become angry and resentful. Whatever it had been, it resulted in an awful three month period where all she did was cry and all he did was hate her for it. It ended when he broke up with her one night when he was walking her back home.

She had grown to hate him, truthfully, but when he had done that, said he didn’t want to see her, she felt that she’d never loved him more. It was a hard thing, to accept that people’s love could be conditional when it had at once seemed endless.

She hasn’t told Frankie much about him because Earnest feels like he is the beginning of the end. He was the first man she loved, and the first one who made her realize that something was profoundly fucked with her brain chemistry. That’s also a cruel thing to realize, but one she’s grown to live with despite all else.

She runs her finger over Frankie’s shiny bottom lip when they pull back from one another, being quietly enchanted by him.

He is a lot more handsome than he ever gives himself credit for, even in his scruffy, hasn’t shaved in days and doesn’t sleep well, periods of life. He’s got kind eyes and a beautiful nose, and even though he can’t grow a great bread, his mustache is consistently good, picking up the slack. She likes it too, especially when he eats her out. She likes that her slick gets caught in it, and she likes the tickle of it against her every sensitive nerve.

There’s a lot to love about Francisco, stuff he’ll probably never be privy to understanding. Beyond what he looks like and what he gives sexually, he truly is the best man she has ever known. Frankie is loyal and determined, and he is smart in a way many underestimate, because he doesn’t care to boast about it. Even though he hasn’t driven a helicopter in awhile, he knows a lot about them and he likes going to museums sometimes, just to look at them. He teaches himself a lot too, just to keep busy; he knows how to garden pretty well, knows how to fix cars, and he’s dabbled often with the idea of carpentry, so much so that for Christmas last year she got him into a class. The fruits of that labor sit in the corner of his daughter’s room, in the form of a white rocking chair made just for her.

He is also a good father. In Frankie exists an unconditional love, the truest form she’s ever seen. He reads her books and calls her every night after dinner when she’s not with them, and everything he does to better himself is due in part just to the fact that she exists and he wants to be the best version he can be for her. Once he had said that when his daughter was born he had felt incredibly sad for her, because he was her dad. She was so small and beautiful that day, and already he’d done wrong by her because before she was born, he started taking cocaine to cope with something she wouldn’t ever grasp. He thought that maybe if he had left her, that would’ve been the best decision, because having no dad is better than a dad who amounts to nothing and causes pain. He didn’t though. She was so little and he already loved her so much. He couldn’t leave her. A very selfish part of him made him stay, but he became a good dad. He stumbled greatly, got divorced, and learned the power of explanation and apology because though she is little, she is human.

There’s not a lot of men like him in the world, and she’s happy to know him. As much as she loves him romantically, she loves him platonically too. She is Frankie’s friend in a lot of ways.

Frankie kisses her fingertips. He smiles against them when she smiles, and then he grabs her hand, holding it to his chest with his own. “You’re quiet again,” he says. “It’s terrifying me.”

She scrunches her nose at him playfully. “Don’t let it. I’m just thinking about how much I like you, Francisco.”

He hums deeply, looking as though he’s not sure whether to take that for the truth or not. She laughs softly and pats his face with her free hand. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to worry here.”

“I usually don’t,” he tells her. “I guess that’s why it’s taken some getting used to, because I haven’t felt like something is wrong for a couple of weeks because I’ve been here.”

She smiles at that, just to do something with the feeling that invokes in her. Part of her wants to cry, but she tries her best not to, knowing she won’t be able to explain it and that it will make him worry. It wouldn’t be a sad cry. It would be a good one, one that happened only because she doesn’t know what else to do with her emotions.

“Frankie, I’m yours,” she tells him softly, “More than anyone has ever been yours, probably. I don’t really care if you want to marry me or not, either. I have felt for a very long time that I already married myself to you, and nothing will change that, I don’t think.”

Frankie nods his head and distractedly moves a strand of her hair away from her face. He looks at her after he does that, and he looks like she feels—overwhelmed by the feeling of a genuine love. “Oh, honey,” he says so quietly it’s almost inaudible. “I’m not sure you know how good that feels to hear.”

“I’m happy this is your home now,” she tells him. “Happy that you’re here, more than you know.”

Frankie takes her hand to his mouth and kisses her palm. “I love you,” he says. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

She smiles at him, and despite herself, the tears pool in her eyes. She laughs to show him they’re not the sort he has to worry about and she goes to wipe them away, but he stops her and does it himself.He wears a very gentle smile.

She thinks that maybe he does know how much she loves him, and she thinks that he might love her just that much, too.

This is unconditional, she thinks. This is it.

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[shoftiiel]

bound to you: 23

"it took you forever to get here"

synopsis: y/n is the new girl in town, she would like to escape from her past and begin a new life without any romance drama, but what happens when she caught the attention of a certain boy who happens to be one of her brother’s best friends.

warnings: none

word count: 1k

a/n: the song heeseung is dancing is heaven by taemin :)))

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What does he want to show me? is all you could think about on your way to the dance studio. Saying you weren't nervous would be lying, but why were you nervous in the first place? it made no sense, heesegung was just a friend, but why does seeing said friend make you feel like this? Heeseung was amazing, you find adorable the way his eyes disappear when he smiles or the way he would comfort you when you are feeling down, it is like he knows everything that you have been through, how does he do that?

As you entered the studio you heard faint music playing in the background, as you walked closer to where he was the music got louder and louder. You opened the door and saw a very focused heeseung dancing to a clam yet energetic song, he stopped as soon as he saw you.

“finally” he said catching his breath “it took you forever to get here”. He paused the music and went for his water bottle, there was something rather attractive in him that you had never noticed before. He was all sweaty, you weren't used to seeing him like this, usually when you two meet he looks like a nerdy boy who just won a chess match, but now, he looked completely different, the opposite of how he normally looks. And of course you had seen him practice before, but just once, and you weren't exactly paying attention.

“What did you want to show me?” you said, interrupting your thoughts, realizing that you had been staring at him this whole time and he probably noticed.

A big smile appeared on his face, “I want to show you my routine,” he said. You were shocked by his comment, you clearly didn't expect it. “also, tell me what you think, I am not sure whether i like it or not”

“but i know nothing about dance” you said, he just chuckled at your comment, “that's why I wanted you to see it, you can give me your honest opinion” he smiled at you and you swore that something moved inside you, why were you blushing like a middle school girl? “Just tell me what you think of it, okay?” he said before playing the music.

“Okay” you took a seat on the floor, with your back on the mirror, facing him.

As soon as the music started playing he started moving along with the rhythm, his moves were so beautiful, it was as if he was one with the music. You could watch him dance for the rest of your life, it was just mesmerizing. It was so satisfying to watch, the way he hit every single beat, his moves are so flawless and he makes it look so effortless, so perfect. As the song is coming to an end you realize something, you do like heeseung, you like the way he changes into a different person when he dances, how his expression changes and how he gets in his own world when he does what he loves, you also like the way he makes you feel, he makes you feel safe, he feels like home. Your friends were right, you did like him and you were just in denial, you couldn't wrap your head around the thought of you being oblivious about your feelings all this time, shit, you thought, i like heeseung, i really do.

The music ended, sapping you out of your thoughts, “what do you think?” he said looking at you with his bambi eyes, he sat next to you in an attempt to catch his breath.

“hee it was amazing, you are amazing” you said excitedly as if you were not dying of nervousness because of how close he was to you.

“Do you think so?” he said looking straight into your eyes, which just made you blush more than you already were. “yes hee, i don't know why you said you weren't sure about it, i can guarantee you that everyone will enjoy it”

“thanks y/n, i don't care what everyone else thinks of it, you liked it and that's what matters” his words had an impact on you, and at this point you were sure that you looked like a fucking tomato, but this time he actually noticed it.

“y/n are you okay?” he placed his hand on your forehead “you are very hot” you know he wasn't talking about your physical appearance, but it felt like that.

“oh, yeah” you laughed awkwardly trying to think of an excuse “i - umm, its so hot in here, there are no windows and the weather is really hot” lucky of yo heeseung its a guy, which means he is, lets say kind of dumb, he bougth every word you said.

“You are right, let's go get some ice cream” he got up and grabbed his things “it'll be my treat, you helped me, so it is a friend helping a friend” ah friend, you smiled through the pain, and did what yo do best: hide your emotions. He only saw you as a friend, it hadn't been even 10 minutes since you realized your feelings and you were already feeling down. It had been a long time since you were interested in someone and yet, you were already hurt.

“Sounds great, lets go '' he grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you out of the dance studio, the sudden touch made your heart do a backflip. It was not going to be easy to be around him and not look like a strawberry every time.

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