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One of these Nights

Chpt 3 of Life In The Fast Lane - A Frankie Morales series.

Characters - Frankie Morales x Reader, Benny Miller.

Summary - You meet Frankie at Benny's house and the three of you hang out when they work on your car, the chemistry between you and Frankie is building and things start to heat up.

Word Count - 7.5K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Swearing, Fluffy!Frankie, Flirty!Frankie, Confident!Frankie, use of pet names, mentions slight spice but nothing too explicit. Written in reader’s POV.

A/N - I really don't know how I feel about this chapter. Tbh im not 100% happy with it, but I worked on it for ages so thought I would post it anyway! So on this one especially feedback is appreciated I want to hear your thoughts! <3

Feedback, Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

June 25th, 2016

"I will see you soon, then." You confirmed with him, not caring if you sounded desperate or overeager.

"Tan pronto Cariño" he promises; his voice is deep and gruff but melts over you like warm honey. You find yourself twirling your hair between your index finger and thumb, lost in the moment as you let his words linger on the phone line.

Realising the two of you have gone quiet, save for the breathing on the other end of the phone, neither of you wanting the conversation to end.

"Adiós Frankie," you all but purr into the phone's receiver. The only thought allowing you to end the call is that you are going to be seeing him face-to-face in a little more than an hour.

Throwing your phone onto the bed, As you sit at your dressing table, you take in your familiar surroundings. The late morning sun casts a warm glow into your bedroom, highlighting the cluttered yet cosy atmosphere of the room. The walls are painted a soothing shade of seafoam green and adorned with a few pieces of art that you've collected over the years.

The table in front of you is a vintage piece you scored at a thrift store; its surface is slightly worn from years of use by previous owners, but you thought it added to the piece, so you decided to leave it as it was and not repaint it.

On it sits an array of skincare products, makeup, and jewellery, all neatly arranged in their designated spots. You take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the lavender candle burning on the table, before reaching for your moisturiser.

As you apply it, you can feel its silky texture melt into your skin, leaving it feeling supple and hydrated. Next comes the sunscreen, a crucial step in your skincare routine, especially in the hot and humid Florida weather. You massage it into your skin, making sure to cover every inch of your face and neck.

You glance at the clock on your nightstand, its sleek design contrasting with the vintage charm of the rest of the room. The minute hand ticks steadily, reminding you that time is running out. You pick up the pace, opening your makeup bag and taking out the products you need.

As you apply your makeup, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. There's something about the repetitive motion of brushing on a light layer of foundation, powder, and blush that calms you.

You admire the way the orangey-pink blush complements your skin tone, making you look more awake and refreshed, hiding the restlessness of last night's failed attempt at sleep. You finish off your makeup with a few swipes of mascara, a quick fill-in of your eyebrows, and a layer of your favourite mango-flavoured lip balm.

You stand up from the vanity and dress quickly in the outfit you thanked your past self for having the sense to lay out the night before. You get dressed while planning out your journey. You figure it's early enough for traffic not to be an issue, so once you finish lacing up your white sneakers, you bring up Google Maps on your phone again and check the route to Benny's house.

It tells you that your destination is only a fifteen-minute drive across town, but you wanted to give yourself a buffer so you weren't late. After all, Benny was giving up his Saturday to fix your truck, and the last thing you want to do is take up more of his time than you already do.

Grabbing your denim jacket and car keys from the hall table, you lock the door behind you and head to your car. Clambering into the driver's seat, you turn the key in the ignition, and the beast roars to life. Ejecting the Eagles greatest hits CD and sliding the Hotel California album into the CD player, you put the car in drive and back out of your driveway.

The familiar tunes fill the car, and you sing along to the lyrics. A few of the songs make you think of Frankie, and you laugh at how big of a crush you have on him. It's become a habit of yours to listen to music while driving, and it always helps you relax and clear your mind.

You decide you really shouldn't show up empty-handed, and you want to give them a small token as a thank you for even just the offer of fixing your car. You have enough time to spare, so you flick the indicator on to turn right into the convenience store and pull into a parking space just in front of the entrance.

You grab your bag from the passenger seat and lock the car behind you. The heat hits you like a tonne of bricks, the sun is high in the sky, and there is not a single cloud in sight. You walk towards the store, the pavement feeling hot under your feet through your sneakers.

The entrance door of the convenience store is propped open, and a cool gust of air conditioning hits you as you walk in. The bright fluorescent lights overhead temporarily blind you as your eyes adjust. You head straight to the beer aisle, the cold air from the refrigerators cooling your flushed skin. You run your fingers over the bottles, selecting a crate of ice-cold Budweiser.

As you walk towards the checkout counter, you pass a small display of flowers, sad and wilted from the heat, and a rack of greeting cards. You scan through the cards quickly, your index and middle fingers moving over the cards one by one until you come across one with a drawing of a screw. The pun drawn on the card reads:

"I'd be so (screwed) without you!"

It makes you laugh, and you figure it's the best you're going to get, and given the nature of the DIY job Benny and you assume Frankie are about to embark on, you feel it's fitting.

Heading to the checkout, you greet the cashier with a polite smile, pay your total, and head back out into the blistering heat of the mid-summer afternoon.

Once you are back in the car, you carefully place the beer box on the passenger seat, making sure it's secure, before tossing your bag onto the floor. You rummage through the cluttered glove compartment, searching for a pen.

After a few moments of digging, you finally find one buried underneath a pile of papers. You take a deep breath and write a short note thanking Benny and Frankie for their help, signing it with your name.

"Thank you both so much for being such kind and considerate humans! Sorry about the card; it's the best I could find!"

The rest of the drive itself is uneventful, with only a few cars on the road, and you arrive at the address that Frankie gave you in no time. You turn onto a quiet street lined with tall trees, their leaves rustling in the light breeze. You slow to a crawl, turning the music down so you can see better, scanning the house numbers until you spot the one you're looking for.

As you pull up outside what you believe to be Benny's place, you take a moment to look around. The house is a large, two-story structure, painted a warm shade of yellow, with a well-manicured lawn and a long driveway leading up to the garage. Frankie's truck is parked in the driveway, confirming that you've arrived at the right place.

You take a deep breath, feeling yet another wave of nervousness wash over you. Meeting new people has always been a bit daunting for you, but you remind yourself that Benny is Frankie's friend and that he's doing you a favour. You turn off the car engine and step out, taking a moment to adjust your outfit and smooth down your hair.

You walk up to the front door, feeling a bit awkward as you ring the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing a tall, friendly-looking man in his late thirties. He smiles warmly at you, introducing himself as Benny, and invites you inside.

As you step inside, your eyes are immediately drawn to the tasteful decorations and modern furniture that adorn the interior of the house, which is just as impressive as the outside. Benny leads you to the living room, where Frankie is already waiting for you, a big grin spreading across his face as you enter the room.

He stands up from the couch and closes the distance between you in just two long strides. For a moment, he pauses, as if contemplating what to do next, but the hesitation disappears in an instant.

Frankie opens his arms and pulls you into the warmest, tightest bear hug you have ever received. You feel like he might crush you, but you don't mind at all. You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him back, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his embrace.

The smell of him envelopes your senses—warm vanilla and cinnamon, and the mouthwatering scent of fresh sweat. It was so masculine but so homely and soft at the same time.

"It's good to see you again, Hermosa," he husks into your ear as he releases you from his hold.

You do your best to hide the shiver of pleasure that runs through you at the sound of his deep, gravelly voice.

"It's great to see you too, Frankie." "I can't thank you enough for this, really," you beam at him, feeling relieved that the introductions are over and you can relax a bit.

You don't really know what to do with yourself now that he has released you from his embrace. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room as the two men watch you, one is looking on with friendly curiosity. The other is roaming your figure as if he could devour you where you stand, regardless of who is present.

"That's a really pretty dress," Frankie murmurs, his eyes dark and his expression making your mouth go dry.

It causes a hot flush of blood to rush from your chest up your neck, colour your face deep red, and cause your eyes to drop to the floor. You hear one of them chuckle under their breath, and you're not sure which one it was.

When you look up from the floor, Benny claps a hand on Frankie's shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

"Well, shall we have a look at your car, Y/N?" He suggested it, his lips drawn up into a friendly smile, a thick eyebrow arched in question.

"Yes, that sounds good, but before we do, I've got you guys something." You hesitated. Not wanting it to seem like anything more than what it was—a box of beer. You let out a breathy laugh as you looked on at their raised eyebrows before continuing, "It's nothing really; it's just a small thank you that I don't want getting warm in my car. I'll go grab it, and then we can get started!" You smile at them before making your way out of the living room and down the hall to the front door. Running a hand through your hair, you laugh again as you take in their confused expressions as they both follow you out to the driveway.

"Oh, I should probably move my truck so you can pull into the garage!" Frankie realises this as he notes your car parked on the curb just at the entrance to the driveway.

"Sure, no problem; I'll let you swing her out; you take my spot?" You proposed.

Frankie nods at you with a wide grin stretching across his face and allowing the dimple on his cheek to show. Benny chuckles and shakes his head, amused by your easy banter with each other.

Making your way to your car, unlocking it, and pulling the door open, you're greeted by a wave of heat that has accrued in the small space during the short time you've been in the house. You hop into the driver's seat and cringe internally at the loud roar the engine makes as you turn the key in the ignition.

As you pull onto the long, paved driveway, Benny stands just a foot in front of the moving vehicle. Walking backwards, he waves you forward, and once he is happy with the placement, he holds his hand palm forward, signalling you to stop.

You can't stop the laugh that escapes you when you glance out of the window to see Benny's face pinched up as if he were in pain as he assesses the sounds coming from your car.

You put the car in park, turn the stiff window roller as hard as you can to crack the window a little, and climb out of the driver's seat, standing with your hand still holding onto the door.

"Is it bad that it made that noise before the accident?" You say this to Frankie as he walks up to stand beside you, taking the car door from your hand and gesturing for you to move out of the way so he can close the door for you.

As you make your way to the passenger side of your car, you grab the box of beer, resting it on your hip as you reach over to grab the card. You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for these two men who have come to your rescue. You may have only just met them, but already they feel like old friends. You feel at ease around them, and all of the nerves are beginning to melt away. Walking to meet Benny where he stood at the front of the car, shifting the beer box from your hip and holding it out to him.

"It's just a small thank you for sacrificing your Saturday to fix my dinosaur." You let out a breathy laugh, a little embarrassed at the state your car was in even before the accident. His eyes go wide, and he just stares at you open-mouthed. You begin to worry that you have offended him.

"I, um, I know it's not much, and of course I'm going to pay you! I just wanted...um, I'm sorry if you don't drink alcohol; I didn't think...I could get you something else." You stammer out, anxiety building in your chest.

You look over at Frankie, searching his face for any sign of annoyance or anger, but there is none to be found. He had his hand covering his mouth, trying and failing to hide his laughter as he took in his friend's expression. He quickly gives up and lets out a loud belly laugh.

"No, no, don't worry, I drink alright; I'm just surprised, is all! This is very kind, Y/N; you didn't have to go to all this trouble!" Benny reassures you with a laugh of his own.

Finally regaining control of his face, he drapes an arm around your shoulder loosely, standing side by side with you, watching Frankie try to regain his own composure.

"I haven't seen you that shocked in a long time, Ben." He chuckles breathlessly, placing a large hand on his soft belly.

"Alright, alright, enough laughing at my expense. "I like her fish," he says with a wag of his thick eyebrows.

You go crimson once more and try to hide your face, dropping your eyes to the floor as you giggle. Benny drops his arm from your shoulder as he dodges the bound-up rag Frankie has thrown in his direction.

"Hey! Watch the goods!" Gesturing to the precious cargo that is now safely housed under his left arm "I'll go throw these in the cooler; thanks again, Y/N!" he says gratefully.

He shoots you a goofy smile, and it reminds you of what Frankie had said to you on the phone earlier that morning: "He's like the human version of a golden retriever," and before you have time to stop it, a loud giggle is bursting past your lips.

You threw your hand up to cover the sound, but Frankie was already watching you. He raises an eyebrow, imploring you to explain your outburst.

"Something funny, Hermosa?" He grins at you, mischief dancing in his dark brown eyes.

"I was just remembering what you told me about Benny earlier." You chuckle, unconsciously closing the distance between you.

"Ah yes, I must remember to tell him about the tennis balls." He smirks down at you playfully, making you gasp incredulously.

"You wouldn't dare." You feign offence, and he takes it as a challenge.

"Oh, you bet I will." He winks at you, his dimple on full display as he reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?" you whisper through another laugh as you fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Podra decirte lo mismo cariño," he husks, closing what little distance was left between you, your chests almost touching. The air around you turns to electricity; you can almost feel it sparking brightly as Frankie's gaze lingers on your face, his eyes dropping to your lips.

His hand comes up to stroke your cheek, and this time you don't stop yourself from leaning your face into his warm palm. His eyes are locked on yours, and your brain is screaming for him to kiss you. You have to make a conscious effort not to leap at him.

Just as he leans in towards you, Benny rounds the corner, and you both jump back instinctively, like two kids with their hands caught in the cookie jar. You glance at Frankie once more, and you're glad to see you aren't the only one looking flustered.

His face is beating red, and he is breathing heavier than before. It makes you grin to see him like this, all boyish charm and chagrin. Benny stops and looks first at you, then at Frankie, and back again, a knowing look spreading across his face.

"Sorry for interrupting the lovebirds, but we've got work to do." He chuckles, smirking at his friend and shooting a wink in your direction. As he walks past the two of you, Frankie nudges him with his shoulder, and the two start into a playful scrap, laughing loudly as you watch on, enjoying their easy banter.

The men return to their earlier assessments of your car, with Benny looking under the hood and Frankie lying on a creeper looking at the underside of the vehicle. You are perched on the side of the massive toolbox Benny had rolled out, filled with an impressive array of sockets and other tools you couldn't name.

You listened as they exchanged words like "injector seals" and "coolant leak," not really having a clue as to what they were talking about but happy to watch them at work. Frankie pushes the creeper out from under the car, the wheels rolling roughly against the cement flooring of the spacious garage.

"Okay, so it looks like it's pretty minor stuff needing repaired underneath. Benny, what's the damage like under the hood?" Frankie inquires as he rubs the dark, slippery grease that has made its way up his forarm on the faded old bandana he has tucked into the beltloop of his tan cargos.

Frankie joins Benny, and after listening and nodding intently to his friends' assessments, the two set to work on taking the parts that need mending or replacing out of the engine bay, speaking in "car and driver" lingo that goes over your head.

You can't help but steal glances at Frankie, his concentration focused on the task at hand, and you feel a flood of heat prickle over your skin at the way the muscles in his broad back flex and ripple under his shirt as he manuvers around the engine.

The sight of him covered in oily grime and the thin sheen of sweat covering any skin that was visible tightened the muscles low in your stomach. Suddenly, he looks up and catches you staring.

You freeze, caught in the act and feeling exposed under his intense gaze. For a moment, you feel embarrassed, but then he breaks into a grin and winks at you, making your heart skip.

"See something you like, Hermosa?" He teases, his voice low and playful. You feel your face flush even deeper as you try to stammer out a response, but no words come out.

Frankie chuckles, and the sound sends shivers tingling down your spine. "Relax, I'm just playing with you," he says, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alright, I think we have everything we need to get this fixed up," Benny announced cheerfully.

"It should only take us a couple of hours," Frankie said confidently, and Benny nodded in agreement.

You stand in front of the pair, feeling a little useless. You don't really know anything about the inner workings of cars, only being able to do the basics like changing a flat tyre or filling up your washer fluid. You had watched as your dad worked on his car when you were younger but never really paid that much attention; usually you were talking his ear off about the latest school project or an album you had found that was new to you but well familiar to him.

"I don't think I'm going to be much help with this. But I can walk down to the store, and I could make sandwiches for lunch if you guys are hungry." You offer meekly, feeling bad for just standing there as they do the dirty work.

"That's really nice of you to offer, but you don't." Frankie begins but is cut off midsentence.

"No, she's right," Benny interjects, grinning at you. "We need our strength for the rest of the job; I might not make it through." He places the back of his hand against his forehead, pretending to faint.

"Really Ben?" Frankie sighs, throwing Benny an exasperated look. "What I was trying to say before I was rudely interrupted is, you don't need to make us lunch; I'm sure we can manage without." He rolls his eyes at his friend while shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Hermosa, this one has no manners." Frankie apologises on Benny's behalf while playfully punching him in the bicep.

"No, honestly, it is the least I can do after you both gave up your Saturday for this heap of shit. I'll be back soon." You laugh along with them, gesturing to your car, which is now in pieces, placed into organised piles along the driveway. You head out of the open garage and sneak a quick look over your shoulder to see that Frankie is watching as you leave. You throw him a shy wave as you exit the driveway.

You can feel the sun beating down on your skin as you make your way down the road, and you can't help but think about Frankie. Your mind is filled with images of him covered in grease, his muscles flexing as he works on your car. You can't believe how attracted you are to him, and you can't shake the feeling that he feels the same way about you. If his flirting is anything to go by.

As you walk, you notice that this is a quiet side of town you rarely visit, and you're quite taken by its lazy charm. The storefronts are all old-fashioned, with large wooden signs hanging above the doors. You pass a few cafes and a bakery, all smelling of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries.

You make your way to the small grocery store at the end of the street and begin to pick out ingredients for sandwiches. As you walk up and down the aisles, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment. The world seems to be moving a little slower here, and it's a nice change of pace from the usual bustle of downtown. You finish up in the store and head back to Benny's with a spring in your step.

You can't quite explain how you're feeling, but it's like Frankie brings you out of yourself without even trying; you don't feel the need to change yourself or try to impress him; after all, he had seen how much of a dorky clutz you could be yesterday, so all hope of a cool and collected facade was well and truly gone.

You make your way back down the drive, the ingredients for lunch in a brown paper bag that you have nestled in the crook of your arm. When you arrive, Benny is still under the hood of your car, and Frankie is leaning his weight on his forearm resting on the propped-up bonnet next to him. They both look up as you approach, and Frankie straightens to take the bag from you.

"Thanks, Hermosa," he says with a smile. "You really didn't have to do this."

"I know," you say with a grin, "but I wanted to."

You watched for a few minutes as they set to work on the car once again, taking in the way they moved around each other. There's an obvious sense of familiarity between them—a closeness that only comes from years of friendship. You can't help but feel a little envious of their bond.

Lunch came together quickly, and you were happy to note that Benny kept his kitchen almost exactly the same way you kept your own at home. The chopping boards rested against the wall beside the cooker, and the knives rested in the knife block beside them.

Bringing the sandwiches out on a wooden chopping board, you set them on the toolbox and head to the back yard to grab three ice-cold beers from the cooler. You crack two open and hand one to Benny and the other to Frankie.

As he takes it from you, his large hand covers yours and lingers there. When you meet his eyes, he is smiling boyishly at you, his eyes crinkling at the sides, making your heart swell.

"Thank you, it looks delicious," he hums cheekily, his dark caramel eyes never leaving yours.

"You're welcome, good-looking," you stammer out breathlessly.

"Damn Y/N, this is a fucking good sandwich," Benny mumbles around a mouthful of deli meat. His cheeks puff out like a chipmonk as he closes his eyes to fully enjoy it.

"Are you gonna eat that or get it pregnant?" You laugh at him, and the loudest laugh bursts from beside you.

Frankie has beer dribbling down his chin as he doubles over, hands on his knees, one still holding the neck of his beer bottle. You have to resist the urge to lean down and lick it from his chin.

The boys eat lunch quickly, horsing down the sandwitches quicker than you thought possible. You're only through the first half of yours, and they're finishing off the chips you had set out with them.

"That really was delicious; thanks again, Y/N." Frankie purrs from his spot beside you, wiping the whiskers of his moustache as he stands to finish the work on your car. Leaving you giggling.

As the afternoon wears on, you reclaim your seat on the toolbox just outside the garage entrance and lean back against the pannels of the house, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth as the sun beats down on your skin, warming you from the inside out, and the sound of tools clanking against metal and the radio playing 70s classic rock fills the air. It's a familiar and comforting sound, one that reminds you of lazy summer afternoons spent tinkering on cars with your dad.

You blink and open your eyes in confusion as the light dissapears, and you are met with Frankie standing in front of you, blocking the sun's glare, watching you with an intrigued expression.

"That's us all finished up, Hermosa, but would you come with me for a sec?" He asks nervously, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

"Oh, okay, yeah sure," You smile up at him, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice, not wanting the afternoon to end.

Frankie gestures down the drive, and you fall in step beside him. His hands are shoved into the front pockets of his cargo pants, and something in his demeanour has changed; he is less confident, and in all honesty, you think he might be a little anxious.

You take a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation that is about to take place. You were used to this, and it's why you don't date anymore. The "I'm not looking for anything serious", "I'm not ready for a relationship," or, god forbid, the "It's not you, it's me" excuses drained you. You thought you and Frankie had a real connection, and today only solidified that thought, but you must have read it wrong. Deciding that it would save you both the awkwardness of the conversation, you stopped at the driver's door of his car.

"Look, Frankie I think I know what you're going to say, and honestly, it's fine. I had fun hanging out today, and I understand if you don't want to see me again; it's not as if this was a date." You tried to make light of it, but it came out sounding wrong, even sad.

"Oh god, no, no, that's not… I didn't mean." He takes a breath as he tries to search your eyes, only to find them glued to the floor. He places his index finger and thumb under your chin, forcing you to look at him before wetting his lips and continuing

"I'm sorry, Cariño, I didn't think how this would look; I just wanted a bit of privacy, that's all." "Benny's a nosey shit," he laughs low in his chest, his thumb pointing over his shoulder in his friend's direction.

"So you weren't about to tell me "This was fun and all, but"?" You question him in surprise.

"God, no, you think I would throw a chance like this away? Now it's my turn to be offended?" He chokes out, his hand resting over his heart in feigned offence.

"Well, I apologise; I'm not used to dealing with such a gentleman." You giggle, unable to contain the butterflies threatening to brim over.

"I accept your apology, mi señora, and as a token of my own apology, I got you these." He grins down at you. Opening the door of the truck, he reaches over to the passenger seat and retrieves a bouquet of flowers.

Frankie hands them to you, looking a little bashful, as you bring the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent deeply and committing it to your memory. They were stunning: bright yellow sunflowers framed with vibrant blue cornflowers with a foilage you had never seen before intricately woven through.

These were not the sad convenience store flowers you had seen on your journey this morning; these were hand-cut and arranged. He had gone to the trouble of going to an actual florist to get flowers for you. The thoughtfulness of the gesture made you want to cry; you can't remember the last time someone thought this much of you to go out of their way to do something so sweet.

"They are so beautiful, Frankie; no one has ever bought me flowers before, except my dad." This is the sweetest thing; thank you so, so much," you admit, trying your best to control the emotion in your voice.

"I'm glad you like them. I didn't know what flowers you liked, so I picked the sunflowers because they made me think of you." He admitted, shrugging his large shoulders sheepishly, "I also wanted to ask if you would like to have dinner with me?" He asks, his eyes intently watching you.

"I would like that very much." You beamed up at him, your nose falling back to the flowers once more. They smelled sweet and earthy at the same time, and you found yourself wishing you could bottle them up forever.

"What kind of food do you like?" Frankie asked, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

"I like everything, to be honest, but I really love Italian food!" you answer him with matched enthusiasm.

"Oh, that's perfect; there's a new Italian place down town; I think it's called the Chubby Cherub or something? We could try it if you'd like." Frankie inquired eagerly.

"I have actually been meaning to try that place; I've heard good things!" You gushed back.

"Perfect; it's a date," he murmurs with a lopsided smirk.

The two of you make your way back to the garage, where Benny is placing the remaining tools back in their original places. He beams as he watches you and Frankie amble down the long driveway, lost in conversation. It's been too long since he has seen Frankie so confident and comfortable around anyone but the guys.

"That's her all fixed up, Y/N; I would say good as new, but I honestly don't think that's possible at this point." Benny laughs as you approach him.

"Honestly Benny I can't thank you enough. You too, Frankie. I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you two!" You exclaimed before continuing, "How much do I owe you?"

You had pulled out of your little 'emergency' fund to pay for the repairs, but not sure how much you would need, you brought $300 with you, hoping that it would cover the cost of the labour and parts.

"Nah, you don't owe me anything; it's on the house," Benny states nonchalantly, dismissing your question with a wave of his hand.

You stare at him blankly; there is no way that you are leaving without paying him for the work. He and Frankie have spent all day on your car; it is late afternoon at this stage.

"No, no way, Benny, I'm paying you for this; I don't care what you say! You have spent all day working on it, and I can't let you—" You stammer, words coming out in an anxious rush, but he cuts you off before you can ramble further.

"Listen, I have spent a beautiful sunny Saturday doing what I enjoy, with good company and good tunes, and you even brought beer and made lunch, so we're even! I'm not taking your money!" He insists in a serious tone, leaving no room for argument.

You sigh heavily and turn to Frankie for help. "Can you please convince him to take my money? " You beg, sighing loudly in exasperation.

"I have to say, I agree with Ben here, Hermosa." He laughs, his hands coming up to rest on his narrow hips. "I'm afraid you're outnumbered on this one. Plus, they were really great sandwiches.

You can't help the laugh that escapes yyou,and you let out a quite grown laugh whilst rubbing your forehead, trying to comprehend their genorosity. Why were they being so nice? They barely knew you, and you know that work like this would cost you a couple hundred if you took it to a body shop.

Eventually you admit defeat as Benny walks over and drapes his arm loosely over your shoulder, just as he had earlier, with a smug grin and a "You're not going to win this battle, you know that right?"

You suggest that if the three of you hang out again, the beers are on you to even out the playing field, and he reluctantly agrees, as Frankie watches on, enjoying how easily you have gelled with his best friend.

The three of you sat in the backyard, enjoying a cold beer, as the sun started to dip below the horizon. It was much more pleasant sitting here on the little deck, covered by shade from a tall dogwood tree whose branches loomed over the fence and swayed slightly with the gentle breeze. The air is warm, and the soft glow of string lights above adds to the relaxed atmosphere. You lean back in your chair and take a sip of your beer, feeling content.

"So, Y/N," Benny says, breaking the comfortable silence, "tell us a little bit about yourself." "Are you from Florida?"

"No, I'm from Columbus, Ohio, originally, but I moved here for work, and I didn't have much of a reason to go back home, so I just decided to stay." You tell them honestly.

Frankie was listening intently, his elbows resting on his knees as he was unconsciously leaning towards you. He was absentmindedly peeling the label of the beer bottle, lost in thought.

Benny nods, taking a swig of his beer. "What about your family? Are you close with them?"

You hesitate for a moment before answering, "That's kind of why I didn't have a reason to go home; I actually don't have much family left. My parents passed away a few years ago, and I don't have any siblings. But I have a few close friends who feel like family to me."

There's a moment of quiet before Frankie speaks up. "That must have been really hard; I'm sorry you had to go through that." His voice was low and thick with sincerity.

Benny continued his questioning: "What did you do for work? What do you like to do in your free time? Until Frankie interupted him.

"Okay, I think that's enough questions for one night, Ben." He laughs, flicking the brim of his friend's cap. "I think we should probably get going if we want to get a table Y or N," he urges.

"Yeah, you're probably right. It was great to meet you, Benny. Thank you so much again for fixing my little rust bucket. I promise not to run into any more trucks." You chuckle and shoot a wink in Frankie's direction, making him grin.

"The pleasure was all mine, sunshine!" He beams at you, thowing his arms around you in a bear hug. He really is just a big puppy dog; his smile was infectious, and as you hugged him back, you felt a bit nostalgic for the brotherly bond you never had but hoped that you could have it with Benny.

After the boys say their goodbyes, Frankie follows you back to your house in the truck, so you can leave your car behind. You climb out of the car and walk to the end of your short driveway, where he is waiting. He rolls his window down as you come to a stop at his driver's side door.

"I'm just going to quickly freshen up a bit; you're more than welcome to come in while you wait." You smile at him sweetly.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he murmurs as he turns the ignition off and unbuckles his seatbelt. You step back as he steps out of the truck and comes to stand beside you.

You nervously run your hand through your hair as the realisation hits that Frankie is going to be in your house. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you glance up to find him watching you intently. You both share a nervous giggle and head towards the front door.

You push the key into the lock with shaking fingers, wondering why you are suddenly so nervous. You have spent the entire day with this man, but now that you no longer have Benny as a buffer, the electricity returns in full force.

It sends sparks across your skin at his close proximity; you can feel the heat rolling down his chest as he stands just behind you. You open the door and flick on the lamp on the side table, gesturing for him to come inside.

You walk further down the hall, flipping lights on as you go, and you notice that Frankie is not following you; instead, he is lingering in the hallway by the front door. His hand coming up to take home at the back of his neck—you noticed throughout the day that it's something he does when he's nervous, and it's endearing.

"You don't have to wait in the hallway, you know; make yourself at home; I'll be right back." You encourage him as you head through the kitchen and down the hall to your bedroom.

You head into your bathroom and stand in front of the sink, taking in your reflection for the first time since you left the house this morning. You were thankful that your makeup seemed to be holding up. You quickly top up your powder, brush your teeth, and reapply your lip balm before heading back into your bedroom.

You decide to ditch the sneakers and opt for a cute pair of sky blue high-heeled sandals. They take your outfit up a level, and you figure they are more appropriate for the restaurant you are heading to.

Tearing a brush through your hair and giving yourself a last once-over in the full-length mirror, you head back down the hallway in search of Frankie. You find him perched on one of the benches at your dining room table, in the corner of the kitchen, running his large hand back and forth along the smooth oak table top.

As your eyes land on him, you watch as his gaze starts at your feet, slowly raking up your body until he meets your eyes. His expression is dark and hungry. You both stare at each other in silence, and the electricity is back crackling like a live wire in the space between your bodies, and you know Frankie feels it by the way his grip on the table tightens, knuckles turning bone white as he fights to keep himself in place.

He stands from his seat at the table, slowly closing the distance between you. He reaches up and strokes from your temple to your jaw, allowing his touch to linger there.

"I love that dress baby, and those are some very pretty shoes." He growls, and his voice and gaze set a fire low in your belly; the flames lick wildly up your limbs, making you lightheaded. Were you even breathing right now?

Right now, you couldn't care less about the restaurant, about the fact you had just met this man, or about the preconception that sex on the first date—or in this case, before the first date—was frowned upon. Your mind was racing; all you wanted, no, needed, was for Frankie to rip your dress off, bend you over that table, and make you his.

"Are you ready, Hermosa?" He husks quitely, pulling you from your lewd thoughts.

"What?" You all but gasp in response, embarrassed by your breathlessness. You hadn't even heard what he had said; you need to get a grip on yourself.

"I asked if you were ready to go." He chuckles quietly; he's standing so close that you can feel it vibrating through his chest.

"Um yes, yes, I'm ready to go. Sorry." You say it through a breathy laugh of your own.

You and Frankie hop into his truck, headed to the cosy Italian restaurant down town. As he starts the car, you notice the music playing in the background and lean forward to turn the dial up.

His phone is connected to the Bluetooth, and from the speakers croons the voice of Don Henley. The song that is playing in contrast to your close encounter in your kitchen makes you blush a deep crimson.

"One of these nights,

One of these crazy old nights,

We're gonna find out, pretty mama,

What turns on your lights,"

As you drive through the quiet streets, you catch Frankie stealing glances at you every now and then, his dark eyes darting away whenever you meet his gaze. You can feel the tension building between you two, and he can feel it too.

"I'm really glad you said yes to dinner," he says, his voice low and husky, a small smile playing on his lips.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice: "I'm really glad you asked me to join you." You purred back at him, matching his smile.

As you approach a red light, Frankie reaches over to your lap and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. You feel a jolt of electricity run through your body at his touch, and you can't help but lean in a little closer.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

You feel your cheeks flush with heat as you turn to face him. His caramel eyes are intense as they lock onto yours. You can feel the chemistry between you two building, and you know that this dinner is going to be a night to remember.

#frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie x reader #frankie morales x fem. reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #catfish morales x reader #pedro pascal characters #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #mylostloversbookmarks

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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When the Super Lets Loose

Pairing: Clark Kent x Lois Lane

Tags: nsfw, smut, no condoms, size kink, fantasies, size difference, kink discovery, finger sucking, Kryptonite doesn't hurt Clark, Lois is thirsty, Clark tops for the first time

Word count: 1.8k

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A/N: Lois would try everything in her power to get Clark to pound her. It's canon.

Lois won't deny that watching Clark writhe and moan as she rode him was great. The fact that he was so much bigger than her and yet he let her take control and set the pace made her feel... well powerful was the only word she could use.

She could feel her thighs burning as she rode his cock, it was the best workout she could ever get. Forget the gym, all she needed was Clark's cock. Actually she was sure that Clark didn't need the gym either, he looked like he was made by the gods, but she also loved it when they worked out together. Despite the fact that he never got winded or worked up a sweat he join Lois every time.

Actually this was the only time she saw him sweaty and panting for breath outside of his fights. Clark's huge hands pressed into the bed, his whole face and neck flushed pink, his fluffy hair falling over his forehead as he neared his climax.

"Lois... Lois... I..." She knew he was close.

"Hold it in for me Clark. Just a few more strokes okay big guy? You're making me so tight." Her hands braced against his flexing abs, her ass slapping against his balls, the slick making the glide easier. Her pussy clenched around his cock with one final roll of her hips and she fell forward, right into his arms.

Clark kissed the top of her head, hissing through his teeth when his cock went from warm walls to a significantly cooler air and shot thick ropes of cum, which dripped down Lois's perfect, tiny ass. At least it was tiny in his hands. Which he never complained about because Lois was perfect to him.

Lois's body felt like jelly against Clark's sturdy pecks. She wanted to keep going but... "I can't feel my legs anymore."

"I hope that's a compliment." Clark ran his hands down to said sore legs, "May I offer you a relaxing massage, Miss Lane?"

"I'm still horny." At least she was gainfully blunt. She found she had to be with Clark, especially when it came to things like this cause he loved knowing what he did to her. "Hey Smallville, why won't you ever be on top? I mean... don't get me wrong, I like it but I don't have the stamina to ride you all night. You however," Lois reached behind her and wrapped her hand around Clark's hard as steel cock. At least what she could get her hand around. "can keep going."

Through his gasps Clark couldn't deny her claims. "Lois, I... I could... I mean you're so..."

Lois sat and leaned back to get a better grip on Clark's cock, and also push her breasts further out. Those always got Clark's attention. "So what Clark?" She taunted him, "Small? Most people are compared to you. And besides, haven't I proven I can take this whole thing?" She's rolled onto his cock many times, it looked challenging at first but Lois Lane never backed down from a challenge, no matter how big.

"No, no I didn't mean anything bad! I love you just the way you are Lois!" The confession still got them both blushing like teenagers, "I wanted to say fragile. You're a human Lois and if I hurt you I don't think I'd ever forgive myself."

"Oh Clark." She stopped stroking his cock and placed her hand on his chest instead, above his heart, feeling the fast heartbeat. She knew he could hear hers too, just as fast. "I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me. But I have thought of this, and I think I have something, just promise you'll let me explain first."

As she walked to her closet Clark heard her heartbeat speeding up, her nerves spiking rapidly. He recognized the green glow long before he felt his strength leave him. A Kryptonite shard.

"Please don't freak out! This is just for... sex. I... I figured you might be scared of letting loose so I saved this and I figured that as long as I don't touch you with it you'd be okay and then I-" Clark lifted her up in his arms and kissed her, the kiss deep but also slow. This confirmed something for Lois: even without his powers Clark was very strong. However this hug was a lot tighter then the ones she's used to from him.

"You turned my weakness into a sex toy. You, Lois Lane are brilliant." He scattered kisses all over her face, doing it with an exaggerated mwah!

"Not really. But when you're frustrated in the early hours of the morning and have a really strong alien boyfriend, a girl has to get creative." Lois dared not speak of some of the other ways she's thought off, many of which involved putting Clark in bondage.

Clark let out a soft laugh as he carried Lois back to the bed. He waited for her to place the Kryptonite at a safe distance, enough for the faint glow to bathe them both in a green light but not enough to hurt him. Lois relaxed back against her bed and didn't bother to close her legs, she wanted Clark to see how much this excited her. Who was she kidding, with his senses he could probably smell her arousal on her.

He nodded more at himself then at her, hyping himself up for this. "Okay."

Of course Lois could always tell how tall and broad Clark was but now it seemed a little jarring to her to see him using his body to spread her legs more. This should have been familiar territory, she rode him enough times, she knew his body needed space. She couldn't seem to shake the nerves of anticipation, so much so that her body jerked when she felt the broad tip of Clark's cock sink into her. "Ah!"

"Lois?! What is it? Are you okay?" Great. She was already ruining this. Clark pulled out and fisted his hand around his hard cock, the other hand running over her hip.

"I'm fine. It's like I just now realized how big you were." She looked from his face to his shoulders to his hands and yes, to his cock. "All of you."

"Uh... thanks? I think? You like that about me right?"

Lois bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing, "Yes Smallville, I like it very much. Now don't you stop until you're all the way in got it?"

Clark nodded quickly and used his thighs to lift Lois's body a little. He could see everything, her pussy, her clit, her sticky thighs, her boobs, her flustered face. And finally... his cock sliding into her inch by broad, veiny inch. "Holy... mmn... ah, Lois." He gave a loud, pleasurable gasp as he bottomed out.

"You doing okay up there big guy?" She cupped his face in her hands, looking into his soft eyes.

"Mhm. Are you? You're the one who is uh..." Clark rolled his hips experimentally, keeping a close eyes on how Lois's mouth fell open, and the little moan that left her lips after. "Does that feel nice for you?"

Lois grinned from ear to ear and made her pussy pulse around his cock. "Better then that. Like I said I've... thought about these things a lot and... you're a dream come true Clark?"

He could feel the tips of his ears burning from her praising words. "Y-Yeah? What kind of things did you think about?"

"A lot." So many wet dreams. Too many to count. "I thought about us fucking on those stairs that one time. You'd hold me against the wall and keep me legs spread open." He did exactly that, his meaty hands pushing down on her legs, revealing even more of her, "Or you pushing me down with my ass up and mounting me."

"L-Lois... ah..." His hips snapped forward, pulling out until there was just the tip left in. He took a deep breath before going back in, trying to imagine and recreate the kind of fast pace from Lois's fantasies. "What else?"

"Being tag-teamed by you and Superman." Clark's mouth fell open in surprise, "Before I knew you were the same person. You were so gentle and I imagined he'd be... less so. I wanted you from behind, Superman at the front and-" She let out a yelp of surprise when two of his fingers pushed into her mouth, rubbing down on her tongue.

Clark groaned as he felt himself sink into the fantasy of being in two of Lois's holes at the same times. It was by far the filthiest thought he ever had. His other hand cupped her whole breast, just a bit of pressure there, not enough to hurt but enough to make Lois gasp from being pushed down. Every thrust made Lois's hips jolt upwards but she wanted more, deeper, harder.

One of her hands caressed Clark's arm, the other moved his hand from her breast to her neck. Clark complied immediately, Lois's lips closing around his fingers, now only breathing through her nose, "More. Please. Clark. Harder."

"Lois Lane. You're gonna ruin me." And by god, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed doing as she asked, pressing down on her, fucking her like she needed, being rough like she wanted him to be. His hips moved as hard as they could, his balls making wet slapping sounds, their sweaty skin smacking against each other. "Lois! I'm about to-"

She mouthed a breathy yes around his fingers and locked her legs around him, her eyes misty and filled with the desire to be filled in more ways then one. Who was Clark Kent, who was Superman, to deny such a beautiful request? He went over the edge first, hot splashes of cum painting her insides, his whole body coiled tight over hers in pleasure. His fingers made her choke on her moans but she didn't care, her body reacted fast, cunt squeegeeing around Clark's still twitching cock.

"Clark." Lois kissed the tips of his fingers like she would the tip of his cock. "Thank you. You did so well."

"Ahaha. I'm glad... that was new for me. I liked it." He slowly pulled out, gasping in surprise and horror when his cum spilled out, "Oh gosh! I-I'm sorry Lois! I'll clean it up!"

Lois tilted her head to the side innocently as she reached down to cup her pussy, "Clean what up Smallville?" She scooped some of his cum with her fingers and sucked them clean, making sure Clark saw all of it.

"Nutting. I mean nothing!" There was the cute Clark again, blushing and hiding his face behind his hands like a schoolgirl. Lois laughed and surged up to pull him on top of her. He was still heavy but not uncomfortable. "I'm happy I made you feel good."

"You did." She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex that clung to his skin. He was perfect, so fucking perfect, and she was so lucky to gave a big cute alien as a boyfriend.

#clois #my adventures with superman #maws #clark kent #superman #lois lane #superman fanfiction #clois fanfic

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sinfulnesxx · 4 months

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Continuation of THIS.

Jordan was trained by his father, but.... His grandfather, General Lane also wanted him to learn to work with the authorities of the nation. Being a tough military man, he took him to meet and that's where he met the soldier Jacob Cretaro. All the tests had gone well, but as soon as the boy came in contact with that pink stone, it was like feeling an intense heat inside him and a huge need to be fucked. So Jordan had practically torn the man's clothes off in search of feeling the soldier's huge, thick cock inside him.

So there Jordan was, naked and riding the soldier's fat cock like a filthy, cheap alley whore as he moaned and grunted in pleasure. His whole muscular young body was covered in a layer of sweat, his tight hole squeezing the man's thick beer can cock with a great force as his hips moved up and down, moving in circles and bouncing with great enjoyment at each brutal ramming.

“My daddy taught me well. I'm daddy's good boy,” Jordan confessed smiling. Clark had taken what was rightfully his, he had taken the virginity of his beautiful sons on their 18th birthdays. The man had since trained them in that aspect as well, teaching them how they should please a man, how to worship their muscular bodies, how to suck daddy's cock, training them to take his huge cock, and why not, also teaching them the sweet pleasure of having a tight hole or a tight throat around their cocks.

Behind the boy scout facade of Superman, Clark was a huge filthy depraved man who enjoyed being a father and fucking his own sons and being fucked by them. “I love it, sir. You're so big and thick, just like daddy” Jordan squeezed his tight walls tighter and tighter, massaging that thick shaft and looking to milk every last drop of cum from him as he listened to the soldier's rough, thick laughter. Jordan moaned with great lust as he listened to Jacob.

“I'm a slut, I'm your fucking slut” the boy repeated as he bestially bounced harder and faster, screaming each time he felt the fat head of that wonderful cock hit his prostate. His cock twitched at that spank on his big fat ass, splashing an exaggerated amount of precum at the insatiable arousal he felt throughout his body. “Are you going to breed me, sir? I want your cum so deep inside me. Your cum, your piss, your saliva, all of it. I want to end up a mess!” He commented smiling between moans.

@cxncordia

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bratzs12345 · 11 months

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working on sec scenes lmk what you think

Levi knocked on the door to the house. Though he has had a long history with the house, he didnt find himself to be nervous as he stood on the patio waiting for the door to open. His anger quickly shifted to irritation seeing Eren opened the door with an irritated look on his face that quickly melts away when he sees Levi.

“Hey babe,” he greeted with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” Levi brushed past him, into the house. “Where’s Mikasa?”

The inside of the Den hadn’t changed much since he had last been there.

Connie and Sasha sat on the couch playing Call of Duty, while they passed a joint between themselves. The only thing that had changed since the last time was that it was less messy.

“Who cleaned?” Levi asked the group.

“I did,” Eren answered. He saw the look of hesitance on Levi’s face and chuckled. “What do you think those two stepped up to do it?” He pointed at Sasha and Connie who had gotten caught up in a tug of war for the controller. Levi shook his head and began to head upstairs towards Mikasa’s room.

“Wait,” Eren called. Levi rolled his eyes and looked Eren in his annoyingly handsome cool green eyes, “How about after you and Mikasa finish up whatever you have going on, you and I get out of here and grab a bite? On me?”

“Drop dead.” Levi deadpanned as he continued up the stairs, ready to create some distance between him and the younger Yeager.

“I wouldn’t go up there,” Eren warned. The playful tilt in his voice irritated Levi so much. He kept walking up the stairs, away from his voice.

The second floor of the house was quiet, it always was. No one without proper clearance was let up here. Luckily, Levi and Mikasa’s relationship with Carla had always gotten them access. Levi ruminated on the last time he caught someone on the second floor of the Den. That did not end pretty.

The door at the end of the hall called out to him. He ignored it and walked past knowing he couldn’t handle another walk down memory lane at the moment. The third door to the right was naked except a pink neon sign lit up that said “BEWARE! KEEP OUT!” meaning not much had changed about Mikasa’s room either.

He grabbed the door handle, peaked his head in, and immediately regretted not listening to the sign.

Annie sat on top of a half naked Mikasa with her legs spread, framing the latter’s torso. The blonde’s blouse had previously been removed, revealing a dark pink bra cupping her smaller breasts. She rubbed the tops of her nipples and let out a moan as she grinded on top of the younger Ackermann.

Annie moved her hands up and down Mikasa’s chest, making the girl breathe even quicker. Mikasa hands we balled into fists, trying her hardest to keep them at her sides.

“Come on,” Annie said, as she pushed Mikasa’s face into her chest. “Give up.”

Finally, the younger’s Ackermann’s resolve wore thin. Mikasa unballed her fists and bagan exploring the blonde’s beautiful body. Her hand danced along the seam of her panty line. She bit her lip as she watched her girlfriend play with herself on top of her. Her finger nearing close to lover’s wet folds. Her finger moved in up and down until it delved under the fabric, massaging pussy lips.

Annie let out a moan. “Mika~”

Levi had seen enough

He turned around and slammed the door, face on fire. If there was one image he wished he could erase from his mind, it would be that one. As a matter of fact, he wishes he could go back in time and make sure it never happened.

A few moments later, Mikasa came out still buttoning up her top. She looked irritated at her cousin interrupting the only day off she’s had in weeks.

Levi cut right to the chase, “How long?”

“Four or five years.” She responded nonchalantly, as if she had been waiting for this moment.

Though he knew it wasnt true, he had to ask. “Is Annie why you joined the Scouts?”

“Not, exactly,” She admitted nervously as she ran her hands through her hair. “I was trying to tell you when I first got here. Theres more to this place, Levi. The Scouts were the first place I was ever welcomed. Its the only place I really feel like I belong.”

After Mikasa’s speech, there was a beat of silence between the two of them. It was then Levi realized that this was the first time the two of them really talked about their feelings. Their parents’ accident had stunted a lot of their emotional growth. There was no time to focus on feelings when you had to survive.

Levi thought it was only right to break the silence with an admission of his own. “I’m glad its her.”

There was another long pause as the two avoided eye contact. The air between them was still thick with tension. They still had a lot to talk about, but something tells Levi now wasn’t the best time.

“Me too.” . It was then Levi decided that he would take all the progress he could get. Though he was curious, he didn’t want to ask about what went down with Eren. He believed Annie and Mikasa had something special. It was solid. And, it was time he believed her when he said it was over. He should and wouldn’t be worried about them getting back together anytime soon.

“And before you ask, Eren and I are not getting back together,” She said, knowing where the conversation was bound to steer. “Ever. Obviously.”

He nodded his head and looked toward the closed door. “Guess you want to be getting back?”

She just looked at him for a second. It might have been a look of shock. There weren’t many things the two can agree on or even agree to differ on.

“Text me, later,”he said.

After receiving a nod, Levi began to head down the stairs, back into the living room.

“Find what you were looking for?”, Eren asked. He sat on the arm chair since Connie and Sasha were still duking it out on the couch. He lazily drank from the beer in his hand, obfiously checking Levi out as he descended the stairs.

Levitried to ignore his stare and walk out the door, but of course, the other man decided to follow. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes once again hearing approaching footsteps. Though he had looked forward to relaxing and scrubbing this traumatizing night out of his mind, it seems fate has other plans. And, the worst part was, he could already see where this would be going. Eren would flirt and try to fuck him; Levi punches him in the nose; he gets upset; they call it a day. It’s a day that repeats over and over and over again, and frankly, he’s sick of it. .

“Levi! Wait!” Eren called from behind him. “Can we talk for a minute?”

He rolled his eyes at Eren’s suggestion, “What’s there to talk about?”

“Look, I know things between you and Zeke ended badly-”

“Who told you that?” Levi asked in irritation. However, Eren was on a roll

“But, I think you’re letting your past with him,” He hesitstated before continuing. “…come between us?”

“Us?” If Levi wasnt confused before…

“Stop skirting around it.” Eren contested. “There’s something special here. I know you feel it.”

Levi’s mind blanked. Out of all the things in the world for Eren to say, this is not what he was expecting. For some reason, he had thought all thoses passes and flirtatious comments was Eren’s way of getting under his skin. He hadn’t actually thought he was…serious. And now that he knews he is serious, things are gonna get 100 times harder.

“Are you serious?” He dumbly asked.

“Levi!” Eren grabbed his arm tightly and shook him. “Please give me a chance. I can make this work-”

“Eren.”

“You’ve never had anyone as good as me baby I promis-”

Before he could finish that statement, Levi cut him off. He couldn’t listen to this. And, he definitely couldn’t deal with this now.

“Eren!” he shouted. “I’m not interested.”

The younger man’s eyes darkened, “Fine.”

It took a few more seconds for Eren to loosen his grip. The entire time, he just stared deep behind Levi’s eyes, into the pits of his soul. Seeing the look behind his eyes, Levi knew this wasn’t over. Far from it. But, at the same time, he didn’t care. He just wanted to walk home without looking back or even thinking about Eren Yeager.

#ereri #mikannie #mikasa x annie #aot fanfiction #eren yeagermi #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #annie leonhardt #eren x levi #ereri fanfic #ereriren

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glitterslights · 2 years

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Arcane • Self-care headcanons

Characters : Caitlyn • Jayce • Jinx • Sevika • Silco • Vi • Viktor

Genre : list of headcanons

Warnings : none.

Silco thorougly has a manucure every two weeks. On more than one occasion, Sevika was due to do her full report of the night, Silco's focus entirely on her and on his notes, blank face, a sheepish esthetician half passed out at his side, trying to end his treatment as fast as they could.

He never demands for nail polish however, or at best a translucent one, to keep his nails shinny. He tried black once, but wasn't pleased with how fast it would crumble.

He has a nailfile and a little bottle of oil to hydrate the cuticles in one of the drawer of his desk, just in case. Silco has a way of quietly filing his nails in a perfect almond form that can give cold sweat to the scareless people of the Under City.

Whenever Sevika gets a day off (which doesn't happen often), she goes to the hammam. She's gonna pay for the whole treatment - massage, body scrub and rassoul wrap. She instantly flexes her muscles and gives her best glare whenever there is too much people in the sauna to her appreciation. She's gonna lay down all the way and for sure kick you out if the bench isn't long enough for the two of you.

Caitlyn is a self-care gourou. She knows all of the grandmas' beauty secrets, and can advise people about oils and aromatherapy faster than any professional in Piltover. She has a bit of a tendency to believe that plants can resolve absolutely everything, and tried to grow her own little collection (but she sucks at keeping them alive). In a world where social medias, or some sort of, exist, she definitely is a beauty influencer.

Vi is into daily meditation. Under the appareances given her rough attitude, her time to Stillwater led her to find her own way of keeping sanity.

After Silco took her in, Jinx slowly warmed up to the idea of little moments of luxury. She somehow stumbled over the very new yoga trend seducing the most opulent folks in Piltover, and moved mountains to get Silco to hire a private teacher for the both of them. Since then, they made it a Sunday habit to rental the most expensive semblance of a studio in the Lanes.

Silco is a master at going from downward dog to plank and cobra in the most elegant way, and is secretly very proud of his newfound flexibility, that he can show off whenever he's in need of punching someone.

Viktor started journaling when he entered the Academy. At first, he wanted it to be some kind of a logbook, full of mathematic annotations and scientific thoughts, until he slowly drifted from there to complaining about Heimerdinger, dreaming of ways to help people, asking himself why some random pals would blush looking at him, or how amazing Jayce's arguments were to him.

Jayce found out about his habit once, and being the (manipulable) positive bean he is, from this day forward, decided to do the same.

He soon learned from Caitlyn all about daily habits trackers, and became obsessed with it. He consciously reviews his day each night, and became a pro at doodling little flowers, hearts, clouds and smileys to enhance his emotions. He almost teared up on his twenty-six birthday, when Viktor gifted him cute little stickers to match his journal, he found in some publicity in his mailbox (though he never said they came from there, and for free).

Caitlyn found his newfound hobby so amazing that she decided to convince Jayce to make it a tradition on the first day of the year. Each year, hangover or not, they would religiously lock themselves in her room, and write all about their intentions for the year to come.

When Jinx desires a change of activity from her explosives creations, she takes a break by making her very own candles, full of pink, blue and green little strass. She has it constantly all around her place, acts completely carefree about them, and it's an actual miracle the Last Drop didn't burn yet. Sevika somehow always ends up having to blow them up on her way home, tiredly muttering about a "spoiled and crazy little brat".

Vi's little weakness is socks. Cute, fluffly, huge socks with animal heads and little ears, half of the anti-slip gone due to how much she wears them. She despises the first nights announcing the beginning of the summer, because it means she will either have to stop wearing them, or to stubbornly overheating.

Caitlyn, being the smartass of their couple, gifted her a pair of red fluffly interior tongs, with fake feathers on the top, to end her suffering. What she didn't see coming however, was the rule Vi imposed that they wear matching tongs. She will never admit it, but yes, it even lead to an argument one evening, when Caitlyn forgot to wear them first thing after work and Ci was feeling under the weather.

One of Viktor's first inventions was a little portable air conditioning, he still has to this day, though more than worn out. He religiously keeps it on his desk for the hotter days. Growing up, he extended the range, and now has one for each situation. And nothing, even the rest of the Academy's glare, will stop him from wandering around the building with his little machine in hand. They can stare all they want, he's the one not dumbly dying from heat at the end of the day.

He also made it an habit of using it to shamelessly blow air at full speed to Jayce's face whenever he starts rambling too much during their work meetings. Point made, and no words needed.

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Dreamland Beach

Something about Light

As the sun slides down into its sinkhole at the bottom of the sky it casts a strange fluttering light onto the wing outside my little window.

The light fades and I’m reading Patti Smith and listening to Ahmoudou Madassane. Zerzura and Just Kids. These and the light. Some magic.

Patti’s at the Chelsea Hotel, her “doll’s house in the Twilight Zone” and she’s running into Jimi H in El Quixote, Jimi’s in town for Woodstock. Ahmoudou’s in the Niger desert night channelling Jimi circa 1967, backwards guitar on his Stratocaster…

Mesmerised by these words and sounds, I am diving in and out of a dream.

This place is outside of time, suspended.

Fireflies in a cave, moths round a flame, whirring whirling wasps of night.

Specks of stars on the carpet of the sky, windowlets into the next universe, portals that pierce the great divide.

For moments, or maybe hours, I am drifting.

The food has arrived: the spell is broken. Pastries from Vili’s family bakery, somewhere in Denpasar? I resist, but it’s no good, the aroma is too enticing.

Outside the light is dead and all I can see is the reflection of my crusty meal, flying flakes of filo crumbs in

the golden

light.

I can hear the cicadas chirping while Ahmoudou is pouring and re-pouring the frothy hot mint tea somewhere away north of Agadez. All I’ve got is Schweppes Zero Sugar Natural Mineral Water With a Hint of Blood Orange and Mango.

Short straw.

I am in a circle of light within the dark. A halo of sorts, shimmer of the past days.

Strange things happen in Denpasar.

In dim lit rooms old faded pink curtains up narrow stairs down dusty lanes. Smiling boys and fluttering flags. Smoke smudging the evening sky and the moon. Twenty seven brilliantly beautiful kites hanging just beneath the puffy clouds, little green lights phosphorescent in the night.

The monkeys scattering the offerings to the gods in wilful guileless blasphemy.

This dirty town of gentle people and absolutely no road rage despite the chaos on the streets.

Cool soft girls in white linen, lotus blossoms floating in alabaster bowls. Incense and breeze. Eyes averted.

When Charlie climbed those ladder-like stairs it wasn’t what he expected but he decided to go with it anyway. “I’m in an other place, I should put aside my small town ideas and my prejudices”. So what he found was something at once disturbing and transformative.

The people in that place have some weird rituals, they eat strange foods, prepare their food in ways you and I

would think was not…. acceptable.

They are quietly modest and elaborately profane.

They drink the water that you and I cannot drink.

They spend hours weaving from pampas grass and onion flower exquisite shapes which are then laid out in stone temples in the wind (and which the monkeys defile).

In the morning Madé and Kamang clean away the scatterings and start weaving again.

So I met Charlie when I was 17 and there was an immediate spark that said that we would bind and be forever mystically entwined. Sometimes I am he and he is me, it can be disconcerting. I used to always know when he was coming to visit, or even when he would phone me. It was spooky like that. Geographically and metaphysically we diverged long ago, but there has always been a connection. I knew I would find him here but I must have suppressed the thought. When I ran into him in the Love Anchor market I felt a jolt of panic. I was looking into the sun and he appeared, smiling and with the light making a halo of his golden hair. We hugged, exchanged WhatsApps and suddenly he was gone again, “Things to do”.

I made my way back to the villa, a little dazed and deflated.

…

Charlie thought he’d get a massage but he found himself pushed by strong but gentle hands through a chink in the wall of his conscience (and his belief system). Found himself in a place all wobbly and beautiful.

It reminded him of his sister’s house. It’s in a garden behind a rusty fence made of steel pickets like spears. The walls and floors are crooked and there are no beds. You have to sleep in a cavity through a hatch, under the floor. Or on a hard wooden daybed on the veranda, which is impossible because of the mosquitoes, and there are never any sheets or blankets.

So he seldom visits his sister, perhaps that’s why she got rid of the beds, to make him stay away?

He’s forgotten now why he was reminded, but it doesn’t matter. He’s trying to talk to this dark-eyed and tattooed Balinese guy, but he doesn’t speak English so it’s all eye movements and gestures and maybe Charlie just agreed to something else he didn’t expect…..

Further out of town, over in Canguu, where all the expats live, I met up with him at a dark table at the Revolver cafe. We ate bread and honey and drank their rich brown coffee, mostly in silence. He seemed altered, and didn’t explain why, so I didn’t probe. I guessed he’d get around to it when he was ready.

He said he had seen angels. And one of them hovered over him and somehow merged with him and was gone. I took this as some kind of allegory, presumed he’d explain it one day.

I told him Canguu is a nice place but you need to be careful, you don’t want to end up in Kerobokan Prison. We’ve all heard about what happens in that place.

He just smiled.

Got my wheels in Canguu and joined the crazy horde on those narrow streets and laneways. A thousand Yamahas are coming at you beeping and laughing and we all flow together in some great wave of happiness that moves and surges like summer clouds in the bright morning.

On the big road through town the high camera lights flash “don’t do that, don’t do that” but no-one pays them any attention. Everyone straying from their lane. Across the fresh new bitumen on the shortcut, round the esses through the little forest and down over the cobblestones, we’re all just sailors on the wind rushing to or from the next whatever and hoping we don’t slip off the edge.

I tried to visit Charlie’s sister to ask about what she did with the bedrooms but they were holding some kind of Pentecostal Revival meeting, all waving hands and speaking in tongues, so I left (if you told me I was having a bad dream I would have believed you).

She called out to me as I turned the key, “please stay, you might like it”, but as the motor shuddered into life I shuddered, probably visibly, and her face fell. I had no time for her blond and blue-eyed pale skinned Jesus.

Instead I went to yet another beach bar to watch the fading day. The sun did its thing with the clouds, just so casually spectacular as we all sat spellbound.

A skinny yellow dog came and sat beside us on the sand. I felt as if I had been adopted, or I had been sent a guardian.

I was right: when we left he came with us and as we rode through the streets he ran behind until we put on speed and he disappeared in the blurry rear vision.

Later in the night there were dreams of the 1960s. My Chelsea Hotel was the YMCA in South Melbourne, also a place of discovery and enlightenment. They tore it down in the seventies and built the NGV. One arthouse replaced by another.

In those days I had little money but bought bowls of happiness from the Golden Panda in Bourke Street for 60 cents, enough to sustain me on wintry nights in that grey town.

In my dream I knew I was dreaming and I bathed in that soft nostalgia until the yellow dog reappeared with Charlie’s eyes and sleep departed.

For the next few days we wandered around the town like tourists. I thought we might find the dog somewhere but he didn’t show. We bartered for the usual trinkets and t-shirts in the marketplace and spent warm dreamless nights in the white stone villa in Umalas.

I never got to Dreamland Beach although it seemed like a place I should go. Maybe next time. It inspired me, like this night sky, these words and sounds, this light. So far it’s just a place on a map, just a name that evokes a warm glow.

A month later I got a letter from Charlie, it was a photograph of Tanah Lot, nothing else, no words.

“Nothing lasts forever” Charlie had said as he walked away from me across the rice field, those tall soft grasses gently shifting in the wind. I didn’t want to hear it, so I hitched a Grab ride to Ngurah Rai to go back to my world.

And to ascend.

And to not regret.

They’ve lowered the cabin lights, everyone is sleeping except for me.

Now the moon reveals herself, out from behind her silver shroud, while no one is looking.

Of all the manufactured glories that shine below her, none can match her splendour.

Splendid silver gold

light.

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