#queen shit is forgetting the tags and doing it all over again

[mmmichyyy]

🌸 gallavich fic rec list 🌸

welcome to my 2023 fic rec list! i went through my ao3 bookmarks and my tumblr tags from this year so here's some (not all, or else this post would go on forever) of my fave (new & older) one-shots, completed multi-chaps, wips & ficlets <3

make sure to check out my 2021 list & my 2022 list ! since i'm not going to include fics i've mentioned before in this year's list :)

& don't forget to check out @gallavichfanficlibrary @gallavich-fic-club @gallavichthings @thegallavault for more recs plus @galladrabbles & @gallavichmeta too ✨ let's go!

one-shots:

doesn't matter where we go by @heymacy (The boys take a road trip.)

to think that we could stay the same by teatrolley (post-breakup au, but Mickey gets out of prison, Caleb doesn't exist, and we get really into their past and Ian’s (struggling) head)

of going home by @lalazeewrites (Valiant has taken the greatest fall from grace the superhero world has witnessed in years. The Shrike is an unregistered vigilante who doesn't even ping the radar of Chicago's crime fighting scene. Ian is forcibly put on leave from his job and returns to the Gallagher house, a failure all over again. Not only does he not know what Mickey does when the world goes dark, he doesn't know that Mickey is still living southside at all. Not since the events of eight years ago.)

quiet by @babygirlmickey (In the quiet of a perceived absence of scrutiny, Mickey can be incontrovertibly tender. Or: 5 times Mickey lets his guard down, as observed by various third parties.)

all i need in this life of sin (is me and my husband) by literatii (As embarrassing as it might be, Ian is not only his husband but also his best friend, and Mickey is pretty damn okay with that. Why the fuck would he find other people to do the exact same shit with that he already does with Ian, minus the fucking, when he can just do that shit with Ian plus the fucking? It makes no sense. Or: Ian wants the two of them to have more friends. Mickey doesn’t.)

thirteen hours by @crossmydna (Ian has known for thirteen hours that he’s not crossing the border with Mickey, so he makes the most of the time he has left with him.)

queen of decatur by jaxington (“How’d you know that?” Ian asks, smelling chum in the water, the observant little fuck. “Not like your brothers are getting sent to lady prison all that often.” Mickey thumbs at his lip, trying to find a way out of this conversation. It probably wouldn’t be too hard to distract Ian just by taking of his pants, but he is trying this new thing where he actually tells Ian what’s going on in his head. “No.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s my mom.”)

like strings of fire by @gardenerian (mickey finds a safe and colorful way for ian to indulge himself when hypersexuality rears its ugly head.)

the needle and the burning body by squash (jesuisgourde) (Mickey had two burning torches for hands but he knew what to do with them. Ian's head was on fire and all he knew was how to run and keep running. How to find a cliff and jump off. How to make Mickey chase after him, again and again. And in a cold cell in prison, Mickey catches him.)

some fucked up romcom by godisthedice (Two years after they locked him up, Mickey told himself that he was done with Ian fucking Gallagher for good. Two years as a free man and he's marrying him for all the wrong reasons.)

when the sun goes down by @sam-loves-seb (super cute and fluffy lifeguard au!)

lava java by @stocious (He's being really unprofessional. Mickey might not even be gay. He might be hitting on a straight man through takeout cups.)

here's to hoping i'm not what kills you by @crestfallercanyon (After a confrontation gone bad, Mickey and the Gallaghers get Ian to the hospital. And look, Mickey always knew that if the Gallaghers had a will they'd find a way, but being roped into their schemes himself wasn't something he'd planned on signing on for. All the Gallaghers need to know is Mickey's helping out because he's not pure fucking evil. They don't need to know Mickey was scared shitless when Ian got knocked unconscious, Jesus, he can barely admit that to himself. Once Mickey knows Ian's not dead and not dying, he's out of there. Except he can't bring himself to leave.)

to the thawing wind by @gardenerian (Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his family are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road.)

i'll come meet you where you are by @crestfallercanyon (Mickey comes back from prison with a ring of vicious bruises around his neck and an edge to him Ian doesn't recognize. But he came back. He came back, and now it's time for Ian to meet him halfway.

closing in walls and ticking clocks by c_cups_bitch_u_wish (So, this is happening. Mickey is sitting in the corner of the bedroom on the comfiest fucking chair he’s ever sat in, and his adult self and adult Ian are about to fuck. And he’s going to watch. What's most odd is that this doesn't even feel like the weirdest thing to happen to him today.)

a spark of fire by @lingy910y (“You wanted us to finally have some time alone. You wanted to keep me safe, but you didn’t really care as long as we were together. You didn’t want it to end.” Mickey swallows a lump in his throat. “I…I don’t fuckin’ know.” “But can I, uh, ask you something else?” Ian rubs his thumbs together. “You like me, Mick. You fucking like me.”)

flip fuck? by @gallawitchxx (Mickey’s always thought that Valentine’s Day was fucking gay. But then some dramatic, ginger fuckhead had to move into the room next to his, and steal his hole, his heart, and the attention of his tumblr mutuals. Mickey decides to keep it lowkey when he asks Ian to spend the evening together: You wanna hang out on Tuesday? Ian’s response is quick and gives absolutely nothing away: Sure thing! That big-dicked idiot better remember it’s fucking Valentine’s Day.)

completed:

prelude motel by @whatthebodygraspsnot (When Mickey’s secret spot is infiltrated by an intriguing stranger, all the warning signs are there. Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him to disengage, he can’t help but bite off more than he can chew, running straight back to the spot and the stranger when a job leaves him injured. Enter: the Prelude Motel - where, for the next three days, Mickey finds himself hiding from more than just his pursuers.)

garden song (series) by @gardenerian (two gorgeous fics about ian's bipolar, about hope, healing, and tomatoes)

better by anomalously (It's been ten years since Ian's seen Mickey.)

in your love by @sgtmickeyslaughter (Mickey had been out of prison for 2 years and Ian never would have known until they ran into one another on a random night in May. Ian fights for the love they shared while Mickey fights for the life he built, as they both struggle with shame and guilt from their shared past it becomes clear that they cannot help but be drawn to what is bright and beautiful between them.)

whumptober 2023 (series) by @sam-loves-seb (21 beautiful fics of angst & hurt/comfort)

out of nowhere by @suzy-queued (Ian should have never offered to hide his father's stash of gold. Now he's stuck living on a deserted piece of land in the woods, alone, losing his sanity. Mickey wants nothing more than to disappear — from prison, from his family, from the entire world. If only he knew where to get his hands on a cool million. The Gallagher gold. Mickey wants it. Ian will do anything to protect it. Who will cave first?)

all these things i have left to say to you by @crestfallercanyon (After all this time that Ian's been missing, he leaves a tape recorder on Mickey's pillow. And on it? An hour of pure, unfiltered, Ian audio that is all, apparently, dedicated to him.)

wips:

keys to my heart by @milkovichrules (Ian finds his stable college life getting difficult when a new neighbour moves into the dorms.)

intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar (another college au) (one of my fave fics of all time!!)

the ink is a witness to this by @palepinkgoat (six chapters about the stories tattoos can hold and hide.)

order up by @heymacy (Ian and Mickey work together at a Chicago diner. They like to push each other's buttons - all their buttons. How long until the dam finally breaks?)

second chapters by @squidyyy23 (When Mickey’s PO assigns him a job at the local library, he’s pleasantly surprised—not that he’d ever admit it. Practically lived in the prison library, and what better way to start his new life than with a career he might actually enjoy. And when he meets the charming, clever, utterly fuckable, redheaded children’s librarian, well, shit just keeps getting better and better. Mickey’s definitely not interested in anything serious right now, but what’s the harm in a little fun?)

electric blue by @goodkwuestion (Paramedic Ian Gallagher knows true love exists. He's not going to settle until he finds it either, no matter how much his friends and family roll their eyes at him. Mickey Milkovich, on the other hand, isn't sure about all that stuff. He's an engineer with a long to-do list, and chasing rainbows isn't on it. He'll never say no to a good time and a pretty face though. When they meet, it will feel like kismet, something inevitable that neither of them can shake. Honestly though, who would want to? Falling in love can be the easiest thing in the world, especially when the whole universe is rooting for you... That's if the whole universe is rooting for you.)

ficlets:

all of @heymrspatel's drabbles, especially this one of ian being self-conscious about his body

docks scene & birthday suit gardening ficlets by @metalheadmickey

all of @lupeloto's sweet & domestic ficlets

@sam-loves-seb's meta about ian being the moon and mickey being the sun

ian's birthday ficlet & 31 ways we never meet (a.u.gust 2023 ficlets) by @callivich

airport confessions by @dynamic-power

gallavich drabbles by @whatthebodygraspsnot

all of @howlinchickhowl's a.u.gust 2023 ficlets!

(if you made it this far, i also write fics occasionally too so here's a self-promo lol)

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Twenty Six: I’m going to finish it for you

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Vali gets a harsh crash back to reality after Pierre calls, what was a perfect day is now tainted by the reality of her insecurities.

Warnings: please don’t hate me for this I have a plan

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

I couldn’t believe this, trust Pierre to have the worst timing ever. Resting my forehead against Charles’ I let out a sigh letting the call ring out but the moment the ringtone ended it started again almost instantly and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ignore him.

Reluctantly I pulled away from Charles. I leant over to retrieve my phone from the corner of the picnic blanket. Seeing Pierre’s face on my screen made me want to scream. Rolling my eyes I answered the call pulling the phone to my ear.

“Something better be on fire!” I snapped, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry and taking a bite of it.

“Jheeze, someone is in a bad mood.” Pierre laughed, only fueling my annoyance towards him right now.

“I’m busy. Now what do you want?”

“I was just checking in on my best friend and this is the reaction I receive.” he hummed, I could picture the stupid smirk on his stupid face as he spoke. “I swung by to see you and Pascale said you weren't there. So Nugget, where are you?”

“I’m out.” I snapped, flicking my gaze to Charles flashing him an apologetic smile. Pierre had ruined the moment.

“On your own?”

“No with the fucking queen.” I scoffed, running my hand over my face. “Now if that was all you wanted then I am hanging up on you because you aren’t my Dad.”

A brief silence fell over the call and I swore I heard the pieces click in Pierre’s mind.

“Oh shit, you're with Char aren’t you?” He gasped dramatically.

“Bye asshole.” I laughed, pulling my phone away from my ear.

“Nugget, don't forget to use protection.” he shouted as my finger hovered over the red button.

Shaking my head I ended the call, tossing my phone down on the deck. Taking a breath I looked up at Charles through my lashes, rolling my eyes at his amused look I flashed him a weak smile. “I’m sorry.” I whispered, dropping my gaze. All of a sudden I felt extremely vulnerable, we were about to kiss, a kiss that would change everything. In the moment I felt ready to jump head first into that change but now Pierre interrupted I felt my walls starting to rebuild around my heart as the memories of Charles walking away from me flashed through my mind and no matter what I tried to think about nothing was working.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, babygirl.” Charles whispered, taking my hands in his. I didn’t miss the flash of sadness in his eyes as he realised that I had shut myself off. “Do you want to head home?”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer so I slowly nodded at him. I felt so bad but right now I needed to get my thoughts and feelings under control.

“Come on then, baby.” he whispered, pulling himself to his feet before helping me up to mine.

An awkward silence washed over us as we made our way to the Mustang. Everything was going so well today but then my insecurities got the better of me and ruined what was a perfect day. Once again I felt myself slipping deeper into the protective fort I had once built.

Once we had got back to his childhood home Charles helped me into the house. As soon as I was through the door I dumped the crutches against the sideboard in the hallway, I was sick of using them. Hobbling my way into the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, I knew Charles would want to speak about what had happened, it was like a switch had gone off and I hated myself for it right now.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, causing me to look over my shoulder to find him leaning against the doorframe with a sad smile on his face, a smile that caused my heart to hurt.

“Not really.” I shrugged, popping the antibiotic tablet out of the packaging. It was the one medication that I was willing to take. I knew I should have taken them but I really didn’t want to rely on them.

“You should take your pain meds.” Charles whispered, nodding to the brown paper bag that was on the counter.

“Can you give it a rest on me taking the fucking pain meds. I will take them when I want to take them.” I snapped, I know I shouldn’t have, he was only looking after me but I felt backed into a corner right now so I did the only thing I knew how to do and that was to come out swinging. “You don’t hear me badgering you about you forfeiting the rest of the season for me.”

“The doctor said you needed to take them.”

“I don’t fucking need them.” I scoffed, trying to hide the pain I was feeling in my ribs and judging by the raised brow I was getting from Charles I wasn’t hiding the pain well. “Charles, please just pack your bag and go finish the rest of the season.” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Another awkward silence washed over us as Pascale walked into the kitchen, her eyes darting between me and her son. “What’s going on?” she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“She won’t listen to me or the Dr and take her pain meds.” “He won’t listen and is adamant on forfeiting the rest of the season.” We both said at the same time.

Pascale sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking at the pair of us. Before she could say anything I pushed myself off the counter. Flicking my gaze between Pascale and Charles. “I’m going to bed.” I needed to get out of the room before I said something I didn’t mean or burst into tears.

Charles’ POV

“Everything was going perfect today, Maman.” I sighed, feeling the tears beginning to build. “Then we were about to kiss when Pierre rang and it was like something switched in her.”

“Oh baby.” Mum whispered, moving over to me pulling me into a loving hug. “I know exactly what is happening here, there poor girl feels vulnerable and maybe she thought she was ready but once the reality hit she realised that things were moving too fast for her.”

Maybe she was right, in fact who was I kidding Maman was always right. Taking a deep breath I pulled away from her embrace, running my hands through my hair.

“What do I do Maman?” I whispered, looking up at her trying not to let the tears spill over my lash line.

“You go upstairs, pack everything you need for the next race, you go and kick some ass.” she smiled softly. “I know you want to be here with Valentina but I think right now the girl needs some space.”

“Promise you will look after her?” I whimpered, feeling vulnerable right now.

“You know I will, son.” she softly smiled.

Pushing myself to my feet I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge before making my way upstairs. I knew I should have left Valentina alone but the sounds of her whimpers caused me to stop in my tracks. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door to the guest room open to find Vali curled up in the middle of the bed, the best she could with the cast, the sounds of her sobs echoed around the room.

“Oh babygirl.” I sighed, moving so I was sat on the edge of her bed. “I’m sorry, if I made you feel like things were moving too fast.” I whispered, resting my hand on her hip. “I’m sorry for constantly going on about the pain meds, I only did that because I hate seeing you in pain and let's face it you aren’t good at masking it.”

I was greeted with silence, but that didn’t surprise me. I knew what Vali was like when she shut down like this. Letting out a shaky breath I roughly wiped my eyes with my hand trying not to spill my beer all over the floor. “Take as much time as you need babygirl, I will be there waiting no matter how long it takes.” More silence greeted me. “I’m going to finish the season, I’m going to finish it for you.”

I took the silence as my queue to leave her alone, this morning my heart was full but now it weighed heavy in my chest. The next few weeks were going to be hard but I needed to give Vali the space she needed.

The moment I was in my room, I slumped to the floor leaning against the door, wrapping my arms around my legs. I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. Everything had changed within a blink of an eye and there was nothing I could do to change the situation.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket I quickly shot a text to the relevant people to let them know I needed a flight sorting and I would be racing at the weekend, yes I would be missing the media day but I would be there for the first free practice session. Once the text had been sent I pushed myself to my feet, placing my phone on the wireless charger before I threw myself into bed, not bothering to get undressed.

The hours had passed and no matter how hard I had tried I couldn’t fall asleep, I found myself staring at the ceiling as all of the memories of me and Vali played in my mind. The soft knock on the door pulled me out of my trance, running my hand over my face. I rolled out of bed to see who was knocking on my bedroom door at 3am.

As I opened the door I was surprised when I saw Vali standing there, her hair sticking up all over the place, her make up had now been smudged around her face but in my eyes she still looked beautiful.

“Come here.” I whispered, opening my arms out to her.

She didn’t say anything as she awkwardly moved closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist nuzzling her face into my hoodie.

“Je n'arrivais pas à dormir. I couldn't sleep.” she mumbled against my chest. “Puis-je rester avec toi ce soir ? Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Babygirl, you don’t even need to ask.” I whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “I thought you needed space?” I asked, I couldn’t help myself.

“I do,” she sighed, pulling away from me slightly. “But I didn’t want to be alone right now, today was perfect and I went and fucking spoilt it because of my own fucking insecurities.” She said, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I don’t want you leaving right after an argument because if you got into an accident on the track because of this, that would fucking kill me bear.”

I could hear the wobble in her voice as she spoke, and the sound of that was enough to shatter my heart. “Let’s get you to bed, babygirl.”

Guiding Vali to my bed I made sure she was comfy before I went back to close the bedroom door, my gaze fell over the bed and in this moment my heart was happy, it was like it had momentarily push aside the events of today because the fact that Valentina was here in my bed.

It gave me the hope that everything was going to work itself out, I just needed to be patient.

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[johnsuhsposts]

NCT 127 x Songs that suit them cuz why not

some sucky scenarios by me

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a/n: hiii<3. this is my first ever tumblr post. i just wanted to write this because i needed some inspiration to write smut for some of the members and i didn't know where to start like at all. anyways... this isn't for the faint of heart. i just needed to get this outta my system. like i have so many ideas for fanfics and this is how i'll get my motivation to actually write something decent. anywho, there will be more to come in the future!! so enjoy this meal.

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(tags are at the bottom!)

warnings: explicit shit. that's all. xx

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TAEYONG - Over Some Wine - RINI ft. Maeta

Taeyong would play this song while he goes down on you. I'm sorry but it's true. He would do everything slow just so you could get impatient but the more you whine the slower he'd go. Everything from touching you slowly, to him fucking you slow or playing with his thrusts to the beat. It's just... wowowwww.

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JAEHYUN - Touch - Cigarettes After Sex

This song just SCREAMS Jaehyun. The whole vibe would just be a song that would play in the background as he holds you close to his chest and plays with your hair, and he would sing it a little to you, like ugh. He would teasingly kiss your neck under the dim lights of his room while his record player hums in the background, and you'd feel his cold yet wandering hands on your burning skin.

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DOYOUNG - Thinkin about You - Frank Ocean

All I gotta say is, he would make out with you to this song. Making out would eventually lead to other things but he'd take his time and when you stop kissing to catch your breath, you guys would giggle at each other which is so cute. Though he'd use songs of a different vibe to fuck you, this would be one of the ones you'd hear while you make out with him.

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JUNGWOO - Messages From The Stars - RAH Band

I'm not sure why I chose this as his song, but it fits him for some reason. Jungwoo, as innocent as he looks, is lowkey freaky as hell; say I'm lying. He'd literally have you seeing stars while he's fingering you to this song and laugh when you moan because he knows he's got you wrapped around his finger. Like, this man is a sadistic masochist and doesn't even try to hide his freaky side when he's with you.

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HYUCK - Savita (feat. Swae Lee)

Donghyuck is literally a drama queen. But he's also so hot. Like smokin' hot. He would have this song playing while giving you backshots most def. He groans everytime you clench around him and it just makes him fall in love all over again with you. He would continue to fuck you so good that it'd have your legs shaking. He'd have no shame in breeding you either. Seeing you full of his cum was mind-blowing. It made him so hard to see his cum leaking out of you. He literally loved it.

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TAEIL - Call Out My Name - The Weeknd

Taeil loves having these types of songs playing whenever you come to spend time with him at his house. He loves it when you say his name, letting him know that you're enjoying yourself. You two would make out passionately on his couch while a movie plays in the background on low volume; eventually leading to steamy, hot sex that you'd never forget. After Taeil rocks your shit and nearly breaks the bed from you two's rough sex, you'd most likely be encouraged to visit him more often.

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YUTA - Rosemary - Deftones

Yuta loves the sound of guitars playing in the background mixing in with your heavenly moans. Half of his playlist would consist of rock music while he rearranges your guts and listens to your sweet sounds, spurring him on further. He enjoys just spending time with you period, and he'd do anything to have you go dumb on his cock with his favorite song playing.

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MARK - Change Your Life (feat. Jhené Aiko)

Mark is the type to take everything slow. He loves having Kehlani playing from his phone as he's leaving hickeys all over your body and watching you shudder under his fingertips. He gets so hard everytime you whisper to him to fuck the absolute shit out of you. He just likes spending his time with you and doesn't regret any second of it. He would never get used to this.

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JOHNNY - Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

Johnny is the whole fucking definition of this song. While fucking the shit out of you with this playing in the background, he'd most definitely become an actual dad- minus the issues. He just loves the way you feel around him, and he'd cum so much just from being inside you, it's just shocking. Johnny would be the best daddy to your babies.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave a like if you enjoyed. More will be published in the future.

(Original work. Please DO NOT copy.)

(Not my original idea but the scenarios do belong to me.)

(feel free to reblog if you'd like!)

[enbysiriusblack]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tag @imagineacoolusername <3

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

18

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

109,886

3. what fandoms do you write for?

marauders (+ dc but i haven't posted any)

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i just wanted a muffin

wrecking ball

a summer in wales

we are the dead

fistclenching, heartaching

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try to but if i can't think of anything to say then i just don't

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

that I've actually already written the ending for, would definitely be midnight rain. but the planned ending i have for the devil wears an angel's face is probably angstier

7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

definitely i just wanted a muffin, its literally pure fluff throughout 😭

8. do you get hate on fics?

only once or twice, i just ignore/delete it though

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

nope

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

no, i don't really like crossovers. i do like aus, like characters in one fandom put into the situation of a different media (that's not really a crossover tho, is it?)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah. once with a mutual who is now deactivated, about the marauders going on a camping trip to snowdonia. and then with @lesbianmckinnonn we have the sinners and the saints (marauders during war years)

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

dorlene <33

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i'm really aiming to finish all my wips, but i know i probably won't. im gonna say one I've never even posted, the cafe/bookshop au (i got bored of it and haven't written any of it in over a year sooo)

16. what are your writing strengths?

i actually have no clue. apparently i'm good at dialogue cause i can make it sound like vastly different people speaking? so that? and the storyline ideas themselves

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

probably the fact it takes me forever to write just a couple of words. i am super slow. also i always forget to describe things/people

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'm absolute shit at learning languages, like the only language i can actually speak/understand even slightly is bsl. a lot of my characters do speak other languages though, so i like to sometimes have them speak in them i either ask mutuals that i know speak it, or have to put the sentence into like 20 different translation websites to make sure its right

19. first fandom you wrote for?

technically once upon a time when i was 9/10 (it was like half a notebook about regina becoming the evil queen again and lily joining her to get revenge against emma). but i never posted it, so the first posted one would be for harry potter

20. favourite fic you've written?

very hard to choose. i really like my cannibal!dorlene fic but i haven't actually published any of it. so choosing one i've actually written quite a bit for, I'm gonna say either fistclenching, heartaching or the devil wears an angel's face

tagging: @blitheringmcgonagall @lesbianmckinnonn @drownedlove @iheartmoons @ace-catboy-ryuuzaki

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

For the headcanons ask thing - Harriet Hook?

Realistic

Yeah, so I spent far too much time thinking over the hierarchy in the port, and this is my qualified analysis ✨, in which all semi-insulting words are used in the most affectionate way possible, because I love them, Your Honour.

Anyway.

Both Harriet and Uma have pirate crews, right? (Also, Rise timeline is a suggestion because you don't get that kind of loyalty in that short time. You just don't.)

So. Two pirate crews, right?

Harriet's probably a bit better established, because Harriet is older and doesn't spend half her time fighting a petty feud with Mal.

On the other hand, Uma is That Bitch (affectionate), and decides that she'd like a little more control, thank you for asking.

(They might or might not fight. It is the most terrifying time the Isle kids can remember.)

Eventually, Harriet's reaction is essentially this: „What are you doing, girl?! Why are you doing this?! Really?! ... Oh, wait. I have, like, actual free time now. Keep doing it.“

(Look, she is tired. She deserves a break.)

...Yeah, no. She still doesn't know how to relax. But she now has the free time to do so! Occasionally!

Only too bad her favourite hobbies include wrestling with crocodiles and yelling at Judge Frollo.

(Fortunately for the Isle, she also has more time to keep CJ from blowing shit up. Which is a full time job in itself.)

Unrealistic but funny

There is a competition among the siblings over who can tag their name on the most ridiculous/impressive place.

Harriet is winning, despite the fact that no one ever sees ger in action. Which would be because out of her siblings, she is the only one with enough common sense to ditch her bright red cloak when doing shit that will likely upset a great number of dangerous people.

(She got her name on one of the the towers of Maleficent's castle; Harry got Castle across the way by flirting with Evie, and Frollo's is basically a free real estate.)

Heartbreaking

I think she has an alcohol problem. It runs in the family.

Her hangovers are the reasons CJ swore to never ever drink. (Also, CJ is a control freak and dreads losing control of her mind. Harriet, on the other hand, would like to forget. Everything.)

(Harry, as usual, is in the middle of the scale.)

Canon is a suggestion ✨

Once in Auradon, she and Uma get *psychotherapy license*, to help their crews, 'cos, you know, „if you wanna something done right, you gotta do it yourselves.“

(Yes, she does this without admiting she needs therapy herself. She has issues.)

She becomes Ben's therapist, because come on, the boy needs it, and because Uma would be biased in this case.

Like, yeah, her advice might consist mostly of „Punch them.“ („Can't do that unless I want to start a war.“ „...Punch them only a little?“) and „Sometimes, it's okay to start biting people,“ and „Cheers, I'll drink to that!“, but Ben adores her. She does give helpful advice occasionally and, what's more important, doesn't care that he is the High King of Auradon in the slightest.

She just gives no fuck.

Unlike all Auradonian therapists who are gonna dance around King's and Queen's feelings, she is not afraid to call him out when he is about to make a stupid decision or when he is being too nice for his own good.

Also, this lovely conversation between Mal and Ben:

Mal: „Ben? Why did you just throw Queen Leah out of the palace indefinitely?“

Ben: „My therapist told me, and I quote, to ‚never take any shit from that awful abusive old hag of a queen ever again.“

Mal: „...She was yelling the whole time she was packing her bags.“

Ben: „Not my problem.“

Mal: „You need a better therapist.“

Ben: „What is wrong wrong with Harriet?“

Mal, at the verge of panic attack: „Who the fuck gave Harriet Hook a therapy license?!“

(Ben invites Audrey to stay over until her grandmother cools off.)

And of course, this sweet exchange once Mal storms Harriet's office (on the off day she actually bothers to come)

Mal: „You are a therapist?! Why- What?!“

Harriet: gestures to the license on the wall

Mal: „Yeah! Who the fuck let you have that?!“

Harriet: „Oh, yeah. Trust me. I have no idea why they even let me take that course. I mean, look at me.“

Uma, from the office next door: „That would be because you cheated on your own psycho-evaluation exam!“

Harriet, shrugging: „Oh, yeah. That would do it. I have almost forgotten about that.“

(Say what you want, the pirate Captains are very effective therapists for the Isle kids.)

[americancowgirl19]

All is Well

Summary: Your home at last with your lovers

Warnings: fluff

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank Castle x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt Murdock

Word Count: 467

A/n: Read the ending note!

@insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @liffydaze @tsukishimawhore @glowstick-lesbian @izzy-jez @cuddle-pie @marie975 @mylifeispainandiloveit​ @izbelross​ @kneelforloki​ @raelwrites​  

Masterlist - Series Masterlist

You sat stiffly on the bathroom counter quietly letting Matt take care of the lacerations across your stomach. They were just deep enough to need stitching which Bruce had done in Wakanda after the battle. Since returning to your own kingdom Matt and Frank have been hovering. You could hardly do anything yourself and forget trying to go anywhere alone. You knew there would come a time where this behavior would begin to drive you insane, but it hasn’t come yet.

At the moment Matt was cleaning the wounds as well as putting a glaze over top of it to help ease the pain. You couldn’t take your eyes off his concentrated face. His eyes fluttered around you as his hands gently took care of you.

Your arms are resting on his shoulders keeping them out of his way. You couldn’t help but to softly play with his hair. Every now and then you’d hear his purr, but it wouldn’t last as he focused on you.

“Will I live, doc?” You ask softly. A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips. One of your hands cups the back of his neck. Your fingers glide over his soft skin as you move it to the front of his face. Your thumb brushes over his lips, tracing the grin.

“It’s close,” He murmurs grabbing the wrap for both your ribs and lacerations. “But I think you’ll pull through,” He teases. You huff a small laugh before settling. He leans closer, stepping deeper between your legs, and wraps your midsection.

“Thank you, baby,” You whisper, kissing him softly. Matt sighs leaning into you. Neither of you move when your lip’s part. 

You’ve been home for barely two weeks. It hasn’t been easy. Natasha’s death still haunts you in your dreams, even during the day, and you doubt it’ll stop anytime soon. If it’s not Natasha haunting you it’s the war against Fisk and the battle in Wakanda. Being trapped in the Wakandan dungeon has made you hate tight places. The war has made you uneasy with quick movements and loud noises. It’s been an adjustment.

Your eyes open when you smell Frank coming towards the two of you. Matt’s head falls into the crook of your neck. You purr as he scents you, his arms circling around your waist. Frank crosses his arms leaning against the doorway. He’s smiling at the both of you softly.

You knew that with the both of them by your side you’d be just fine. Fisk is gone and so is Killmonger. The nations have been redivided and wealth distributed. Frank is no longer in the shadows and your destined is crowned Queen. Everything’s falling into place. Even if shit hits the fan again you know you’ll be able handle it with your lovers.

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Ok, so that’s how I’m ending what I’ll call Part One of the series. I’m doing this because I know some people don’t like pregnancy tropes but that’s where I’m going to take this. So, this is a nice ending for people who don’t want to read that.

If you would like to continue being tagged, then I’ll tag you. I’m just going to assume everyone will want to continue being tagged UNLESS YOU TELL ME OTHER WISE! If you do not want to read the pregnancy part and you have been tagged and want to be removed from the list then shoot me a message, no hard feelings!

Thank you all for the love and support of this series and I cannot wait to continue!

[frecklystars]

keri i need you to know i'm so deeply obsessed w your tags here you're so so fucking real for this 😤🤌🏼🤌🏼

HAHAHA thank you for noticing!!!!!! I love Miss Naomi Lapaglia SOOOO MUUUUCH and her husband Jordan is such a piece of shit. He's manipulative, he lies and cheats, he abuses her, and to top it all off... he comes after just a few seconds and then disregards her completely. WHAT ABOUT MY GIRL AND HER NEEDS?? HM??? 😤😤 I would never treat her that way. nobody is going anywhere until my woman is feeling SATISFIED and LOVED and DELIRIOUS WITH PLEASURE!!!

This woman. THIS WOMAN. She is everything to me. This is my Barbie Girl™. This is my princess, my queen, this is my ANGEL!!! It's all about HER!!!!! everywhere we GO!!!! My princess is getting everything she needs!!!! emotionally!!! but not financially bc I am broke asf and I can't buy her a fancy dinner, but I sure as hell can take her to one of those nice McDonalds restaurants that have the little fake fireplaces. I can't buy her a diamond ring but I can give her a ring pop. the earrings she gets are those little DIY shrink plastic charms you bake in the oven. but. oh my god. will i give this woman the best sex of her life.

every time I have self ship daydreams about Naomi, half the time it's me just wishing she'd have a much better time in the bedroom. justice for my girl. my god. the PATHETIC display from her so-called husband she canonically receives is PITIFUL!!!!! she is mistreated several times in the film and oooghoghgh I hate him. maim and kill. destroy. I am whisking this woman away and we are going to have an eternal love and lifelong marriage where she feels so safe and happy 24/7. if she needs to fuck other men for their money that's 100% okay with me. she is a free woman and she can do whatever she wants. she knows she can come home to me and get the most gentle and loving of kisses.

BUT ALSO?? I am going to fuck her so lovingly and tenderly and sweetly that she never wants to look at another dick ever again. pampered from head to toe!!!! anything she desires she is getting!!! she wants her titties sucked?? i am RIGHT HERE. she wants to be eaten out??? naomi babygirl get over here I am FAMISHED. she wants to get absolutely railed??? no problem, I'll make her forget her own name. and jordan can die mad about it because his weak ass pussy doesn't poppeth as severely as Yours Truly. i am serving sparkly, glittery cunt on a damn silver platter because it is 👏 WHAT! 👏 EVER! 👏 BARBIE! 👏 WANTS! 👏 OKAY!!!!!!! 👏👏👏

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK!!!!!! 💃✨

[gutsfics]

Incorrect Quotes 💞

i wasnt tagged by anyone this just looked fun

i may have. gotten a little carried away and put a lot lmao

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Avalon: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Thomas: The big five licenses?

Avalon: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Thomas: Are you trying to seduce me?

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Thomas: I fell—

Avalon: From heaven?

Thomas: No, I literally fell—

Avalon: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Thomas: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Avalon: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

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Avalon: Why, are you seducible?

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Thomas: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing.

Avalon: But ya' didn't!

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Avalon: Bro-

Thomas: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Thomas: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

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Avalon: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Thomas: What did you do?!

Avalon: NOBODY DIED!

Thomas: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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Thomas: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Avalon:

Avalon: I like you.

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Baxter & Reigan

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Reigan: What? I'm not aggressive!

Baxter: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Reigan: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

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Baxter: Help! I’m drowning!

Reigan: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Baxter: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

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Reigan: Are you drinking enough water?

Baxter: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Reigan: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning!

Baxter: I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.

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Ezra x Wes x Simon

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Ezra: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it.

Wes: Ezra, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with Simon?

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Ezra: Wes, gather the others. We need to have another Simon-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-himself convention.

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Simon: You have to apologize to Wes!

Ezra: Fine!

Ezra: Unfuck you, or whatever!

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Ethan x Baxter x Raf

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Raf: Why doesn’t Baxter find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Ethan: What do you look like when you bite your lip?

Raf: *bites lip*

Ethan: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

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Raf: How do you do that?

Baxter: I'm fearless.

Ethan: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad.

Baxter: I'm mostly fearless.

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Baxter: There's beer in the cooler.

Ethan: What about for the children?

Baxter: You can get water from that water fountain and use it to water down the beer.

Raf: Why don't we just give the kids water?

Baxter, angrily: I suppose you could do that!

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Ethan: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Raf: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Baxter, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Ethan: You're a bad influence.

Raf: And you don't know your sayings.

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Reigan ◇ Tobias

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Tobias: *sighs* I have no friends...

Reigan:

Reigan: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Tobias: Am I right, Reigan?

Reigan: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

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Reigan: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Tobias: Reigan, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

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Tobias: Is five a lot of followers?

Reigan: Depends on the context.

Reigan: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers.

Reigan: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

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Tobias, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Reigan: *half asleep* Tobias, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the Queen.

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Simon & Thomas

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Simon, texting Thomas: *sends a voice message*

Thomas, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Simon: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

Thomas: *presses play*

Simon's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

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Simon: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Thomas and not do the thing,

Simon: Well there’s a clear right answer here.

Simon: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

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Thomas x Avalon + Baxter & Reigan

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Baxter: What’s up with Thomas? he's been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Reigan: He's just a little overwhelmed.

Baxter: Why?

Reigan: Avalon smiled at him.

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Avalon: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.

Reigan: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.

Baxter: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?

Thomas: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.

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Baxter: Where's Avalon?

Reigan: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Reigan, shouting: Thomas sucks!

Avalon, distantly: Thomas is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Reigan: Found them.

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Reigan: I’m gonna die alone.

Avalon: Reigan, you’re not gonna die alone.

Reigan: Baxter, was my safety net, okay? They got married and now I have to get a snake.

Thomas: Uh-huh. Why is that?

Reigan: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face.

Reigan: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man.

Reigan: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

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Thomas, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Avalon: Gray.

Baxter: Grey.

Thomas, turning to Reigan: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Reigan: Dark white.

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Tag x Mina x Big Papa

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Mina: So how’s the food Big Papa made?

Tag: It's great! Compliments to them.

Mina: *goes to the kitchen*

Mina: You're adorable.

Big Papa: *blushes*

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Big Papa, to Tag: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Tag: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Big Papa: You just told me you're pregnant.

Mina: Congratulations Tag, you're glowing!

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Big Papa: So... what’s goin’ on?

Mina: You want the long version or the short version?

Big Papa, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Mina: Shit’s fucked.

Big Papa: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation*

Big Papa: How do you eat pickles?

Mina: What do you mean?

Big Papa: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.

Mina: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.

Big Papa: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.

Mina: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.

Big Papa: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.

Mina: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.

Big Papa: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.

Mina: *Nods in agreement*

Tag: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!

Big Papa: Jeez, okay.

Mina: Quit yelling at us already.

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Mina, knocking on the door: Tag, open up!

Tag: It all started when I was a kid.

Mina: That’s not what I-

Big Papa: Let them finish!

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Tag: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Mina: Well, that would such because you can't microwave metal.

Big Papa: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

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Mina: Aww, what's your dog's name?

Tag: Spartacus.

Mina, yelling to Big Papa: TRY SPARTACUS!

Big Papa, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK!

Tag:

Mina: What's your favorite number?

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Mina: How did you even get in here?

Tag: Big Papa's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Tag's door"!

Big Papa: I’m closing the window.

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Big Papa: Hey, Tag? Can I get some dating advice?

Tag: Just because I'm with Mina doesn't mean I know how I did it.

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Tag: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Big Papa a little bit.

Mina, holding Tag's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Tag: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Mina: My mistake.

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Mina: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

Big Papa: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

Mina: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

Tag: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!

Big Papa: ...put it away.

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Tag x Mina x Big Papa + Thomas & Avalon (aka GTA crossover au)

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Mina: Time for plan G.

Big Papa: Don’t you mean plan B?

Mina: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Thomas: What about plan D?

Mina: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Avalon: What about plan E?

Mina: I’m hoping not to use it. Tag dies in plan E.

Tag: I like plan E.

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Big Papa: Thomas's refusing to wear his glasses!

Thomas: Big Papa, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch.

Thomas: *points to Avalon* Avalon.

Thomas: *points to Mina* Mina.

Thomas: *points to Tag* Sasquatch.

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The Group: *walking at the mall*

Mina: Hey, have any of you guys seen Thomas? He's been gone for a while..

Tag: Eh, nope.

Avalon: No, I haven’t...

Big Papa: Probably ran off to the theater or something.

Thomas: Hey.

Avalon: Ooh, there you are-

Mina: What the fu-

Big Papa: I- where were you?!

Thomas: Walking right behind you guys.

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Big Papa: What’s something you guys are better than Thomas at?

Tag: Mario Kart.

Mina: Yeah, video games.

Avalon: Emotional vulnerability.

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Mina: Isn’t it weird that we can’t ride any other animal except horses. Like if horses weren’t a thing, humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. Like riding animals wouldn’t really be a thing. We should probably be more grateful to horses.

Big Papa: Elephants.

Mina: Blocked.

Avalon: Camels.

Mina: Extra blocked.

Thomas: Donkeys.

Mina: Ultra blocked.

Tag: That dick.

Mina: ...Followed.

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Big Papa: Tag is okay.

Thomas: He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!

Big Papa: Thomas, Tag threatened me. He threatens Mina every day. He probably threatened Avalon before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair.

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Big Papa: What makes you all smile?

Avalon: Friends and Family.

Tag: Snacks.

Mina: Victory and success.

Thomas: Face muscles.

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*the group is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*

Big Papa: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?

Tag: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.

Avalon: What about Thomas? Nobody ever suspects Thomas!

Thomas: Well what about Mina? She has a gun!

Mina: Big Papa has a knife.

Big Papa: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Avalon in the arm*

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Thomas: You're a lying piece of shit!

Mina: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Tag: I'm leaving and I'm taking Big Papa with me!

Avalon, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Mina: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Tag will and will not eat.

Big Papa: Grass? Yes!

Mina: Moss? Yes!!

Big Papa: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Mina: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Big Papa: Worms? Sometimes!

Mina: Rocks? Usually nah.

Big Papa: Twigs? Usually!

Mina: Thomas's cooking? Inconclusive!

Avalon: How did you… test this?

Mina: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Avalon: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Thomas: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Thomas: Where’s Tag?

Mina: Doing stuff.

Thomas: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Avalon?

Mina: Trying to stop Tag from doing the stuff.

Thomas: And Big Papa?

Mina: Trying to stop Avalon from stopping Tag from doing the stuff.

Thomas: I see. And what are you doing here, Mina?

Mina: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Big Papa from stopping Avalon from stopping Tag from doing the stuff.

[fire-atwill]

Okay I’m watching Exandria Unlimited: Calamity so prepare to be sick of me! Imma tag spoilers and shouldn’t be too annoying cause ya boy is Not Commenting on everything cause these episodes are Long)

Im 2 hours into the first episode, I love them all. Brennan is incredible I love his style. I love how each of them have their own strengths, I’ve always found Matt’s knowledge of lore and his ability to connect the story in a fascinating way to be my favourite part about his DMing. For Aabria i think she does an incredible job with NPC’s I never really forget that they’re there which is cool. I haven’t actually seen much of her Critical Role DMing but I watched Misfits and Magic and her NPC’s are amazing I adore them.

Brennan brings such magic to his descriptions tho it’s incredible. He’s always tying it back to the characters themselves, allows so much freedom and yet fucks with everyone so much. He feels like a benevolent trickster god. Like if Artagan was real.

Moving on to the characters themselves!!!!! Yes my loves this will be a long post. So far I have only watched their introductions so my opinions may change

Zerxus - this man be ballsy as fuck. Yall see the fucking a weird giant being of light and tell them to stop what they’re doing??? That’s bigger than the being who’s HAND YOU ARE STANDING ON. His conversation with Elias hurt a little bit. Im sure nothing will go wrong there

Loquatius - this is just Sam. Iconic, amazing, an attention whore. The ABC’s of Sam (for legal reasons this is a joke). In all seriousness I think he genuinely does love Laerryn and it’s just not a compatible relationship anymore.

Laerryn - Im already in love. Can we take a second to appreciate Aabria absolutely freaking out over everything going on and the moment her character is introduced she goes full on role play moment Im in love!! Idk I just kinda….resonate with her a bit? Always looking for the next thing to go wrong, disliking small talk, ya know the works. Obviously I’m not gonna destroy a bunch of shit due to my hubris but that might just be because I don’t have magic soooooo

Nydas - he reminds me of Fabian so much I adore him. Morals? Who’s she? Nah I adore him. I do think he genuinely cares about people but cares more about himself and his wealth. Who knows maybe that’ll be part of his character development. I’m sure nothing will go wrong in the meantime :)

Cerrit - now y’all know I adore Travis. Cerrit is so COOL. Idk, I love the idea of someone who doesn’t have magic being in a party filled with people with magic it just amuses me. I’m very excited to see where this goes also seems like we’re getting a murder mystery?? And by murder I mean consumed by an entity of unknown origin???? Loving it

Patia - again I’m in love. Marisha Ray is incredible and The Range??????? Keyleth the most awkward motherfucker to ever exist and then Patia a stone cold ice Queen. Fuck the defrosting ice Queen trope if she burns the world down out of sheer disregard I would still kneel before her because I love her. Yes thank you I am in love with Marisha Ray and no I will not apologise

This was longer than I thought it was going to be.

[dontbipanicjonsa]

I’ve been reading Sansa fanfic and honestly I am so fucking tired. What is up with people making her out to be some selfish, mean, vindictive, I-don’t-even-fucking-know-what-else little kid????? Where the fuck does this come from???? What books are you reading?? 

How is it that in a book where characters are committing murder, rape, and even fucking baby exchanges, it is SANSA who needs to repent for her ‘crimes’?

Tell me again how Sansa is a shit person because of one mean thing she said to Arya in a fight but Jon, canonically called a ‘bully’ was the fucking paragon of good behavior as a child. Who’s gonna write the edgy Jon-was-a-pre-canon-bully fanfic huh?? That’s right. Fucking no one. Because we know Jon’s poor behavior at the Wall was driven as much out of his lack of awareness and appreciation of his privilege as it was by his struggle to reconcile the Wall of his dreams with reality. His behavior was an anomaly for him. 

Tell me again how Arya’s seeming class blindness in AGOT is so much better than Sansa’s raging classism. Who’s gonna say it was Arya’s fault Mycah got killed, because she didn’t recognize or appreciate her own privilege? Fucking no one. Because she’s nine, a child, and we’re not monsters.  

Sansa was selfish for expecting things that were already promised to her, but Arya wasn’t? Sansa is selfish for wanting to go to a tourney that’s being held in her father’s name. Sansa is selfish for expecting to be...married to her betrothed? Sansa is selfish for romanticizing/building up the life she is already expected to live? Sansa is selfish because she says Arya will ‘ruin everything’? Lemme tell you I have an older brother and I sure as fuck have ruined plenty of things for him as a kid stuff his friends lent him, that one time he went to watch some Hunger Game movie with his school friends and thought I would be mature enough to tag along and I really really wasn’t. That’s kind of what siblings do???? If Arya comes across as less ‘selfish’ than Sansa, then that’s because she’s hardly ever denied, and even when she is she’s made to understand why. Arya wants to learn to fight? Arya wants to flout expectations? Arya wants to take Syrio along on the ship? She gets it all. Is she selfish? NO. She’s a child. THEY ARE BOTH CHILDREN.

Sansa is mean, for having sibling fights with Arya? Never mind that she’s grieving the death of a part of her, Lady. Jon lashing out at the Wall may be an anomaly, but Sansa lashing out isn’t? WHY. Sansa is vindictive? Sansa who cried when fucking Joffrey dies? Sansa who is repeatedly described as sweet? Innocent? Courteous? 

When exactly is Sansa vindictive? When she doesn’t trust her father- who has been a pretty shit parent to her and fully deserves her distrust- to make the best decisions for her (as he hasn’t in the past) and decides to break one (1) rule in her life to...go to another adult to explain her problem? When she lashes out at Arya in her very valid grief because no one seems to give a flying fuck about helping her deal with it? When she utterly and absolutely ices out Tyrion, the fully grown Lannister man she has been forced to marry? Fuck you.

Ok no. I know. She’s power hungry. Just dying to be queen. I quake in my boots when I read her POV, honestly. Never mind that she is not the one who makes or even influences the decision to betroth her to the prince. (Alright she does in the show. But hey, Arya of the show is a misogynist, Jon is an absolute moron and Tyrion is the good guy so I won’t put a whole lot of stock in show characterization.) Never mind that Sansa’s desire to marry a ‘prince’ is driven more by her romanticizing  and wanting to have a life like the songs, and less to do with power. But nooo. Sansa wants to marry a lord even as late as ASOS. She’s willing to marry Willas because he’s a lord. 

Right. Because it is so much more terrible for a girl to want to marry a rich, powerful, upper class guy to get her out of her current shitty situation where she is utterly powerless, than it is for a slave owning girl to order the massacre of 13-years-old, upper class children. People forget that their fave wouldn’t be the character she is now if she hadn’t been married off to a powerful man all the way back in the first book, who unwittingly gave her a position of power of her own for the first time in her life. Or there wouldn’t be any dragons, there wouldn’t be any khaleesi. Isn’t that how patriarchy works??? Fuck Sansa for daring to want what Dany got- control over her own life via marriage. 

I’m just so tired. The point of Sansa’s character is that she’s empathetic. She’s soft. She’s polite and courteous. She’s nice to Sandor when he doesn’t deserve it. She calls Jon half-brother because that’s the politest term she can use. She stands up for others (Dontos, the people right before the riot, Tommen, fuck she even warns the Tyrells about Joffrey) even when she’s at her most powerless. She cries and feels bad and prays for her abusers. She’s unwilling to play ‘the game’. She chooses to continue to believe in and place value in the songs and stories as ideals that deserve to be lived up to in the midst of a harsh reality that has driven lesser people to nihilism and bitterness. This is who she is. To dismiss these things for the sake of making her out to be some mean and petty little girl is to misunderstand her entirely. 

But who would deign to lower themselves to the perspective of a pre teen girly girl anyway, right? 

[grapesodatozier]

so close to the real thing (closer than you think)

rating: explicit

word count: 6.8k

summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.

You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.

tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them

notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!

read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.

There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.

Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.

It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.

There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.

But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.

He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.

Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.

Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.

It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.

Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.

Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.

Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:

hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me

Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.

fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type

Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.

there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.

His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.

oh, u dont think so?

why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;

Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.

But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.

you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.

fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)

Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.

i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.

ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn

Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe

aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?

Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those

oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up

Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.

what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll

Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.

well fuck baby since ur begging ;)

Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.

What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.

Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.

Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.

He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?

As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.

He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.

Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”

Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”

Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.

“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.

“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.

“How did you recognize it was me?”

Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”

Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.

Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”

Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”

Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.

It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.

“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.

Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.

“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.

Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”

Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”

Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.

“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.

“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”

Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.

“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.

“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.

“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”

“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.

“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”

Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.

“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.

“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”

Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”

Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.

“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.

“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”

“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”

Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.

Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.

Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“Better, I hope?” he grinned.

“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”

Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”

Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”

“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”

“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.

“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”

Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.

Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.

“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.

[supernaturalgirl20]

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, you’re safe now, they won’t hurt you anymore.” - Frankie's badly beaten up and bloody and his wife takes care of him.

Thank you for your request. Hope you enjoy ☺️

Regret

Pairings: Frankie Morales x reader

Warnings: angst, mention of pregnancy, violence, being held captive, fluff ending.

It took Frankie months to fully recover mentally from his trip to Columbia, but you finally had your Frankie back. He doted on Sophia and got his pilot license back, allowing him to go back to his job with search and rescue. Life was good. You’d recently found out you we’re pregnant again. Frankie was over the moon, hoping for a son. What you didn’t know, as you sat, cuddled up to Frankie watching a movie, was that things were about to change again. Frankie a phone rang in his pocket and you moved off him as he went to answer it.

“Pope, it’s been a while! How is life in Australia?”

You sit watching him talk on the phone, his face changing from light hearted to serious in seconds.

“Pope you know can’t. What do you mean why not? What happened the last time? Besides I promised Y/N I wouldn’t do anything like that again. Fine I’ll listen but I’m not promising anything.”

Hanging up the phone he turns to look at you.

“No!”

“I haven’t even said anything.”

“Yeah and it’s still no. God damn it Frankie I can’t go through it again.”

He tries to hold you close but you stand up and move away from him. He follows you into the kitchen where your loudly tidying up.

“At least just let me go and meet him, see what he has to say.”

“I don’t really have a choice do I?”

“Please don’t be like that, I love you baby.”

“Really funny way of showing it.”

You finish clearing up and head to bed, not even sparing Frankie a glance.

***

There’s been an awkward tension in the air since the phone call. Frankie is out at the local bar meeting the Pope and the Miller brothers. This feels very deja vu. Your sitting in bed rubbing soothing circle over your growing bump when you hear the front door close. The sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the house. Deciding to head down and talk to him you grab your night gown.

“Well what did he have to say?”

Frankie is startled having not heard you coming down the stairs.

“Jesus women, scared the shit outta me. You better sit down.”

“No, I’m fine. Spill it.”

He’s frustrated you can tell, as he lifts up his cap and runs his fingers through his hair.

“It’s a simple job, some girls been kidnapped and held for ransom here in Texas. All we gotta do is go get her home safely.”

“Simple! I’ve heard that before Frankie and look how that turned out. You promised me, you promised it was the last time. Did you forget how it affected you, us. Sophia is older now, she’ll notice your absence. What about our baby? Please don’t do this Frankie, please.”

“I’ve got too. This really is simple baby and the money would set us up for life.” He comes to stand beside you, pulling you by the waist flush against him. For Sophia and this little one. His hand is rubbing your bump now.

“I don’t need money Frankie, just you. It looks like you’ve already made up your mind, so I think it’s best you stay Benny for now.”

“Baby, please don’t do this. I love you.”

“Then don’t go.”

You look at him expectantly, “thought so.”

You pack a small bag for him and leave it at the door. He grabs it and leaves. You spend the night crying in bed, wishing he’d stayed.

***

The job wasn’t simple at all. He should have listened to you, your were always right. They got the girl home safe but he had been caught trying to get her out to Will. Turns out she was being held by some narcos and they were not happy. They had beaten him within an inch of his life all the while all he could think about was leaving you and his babies all alone. It broke him more than the beatings did. The boys came back for, of course they did and they wanted to bring him to hospital. He refused, only wanting to go home to you. He hoped you still loved him and wanted him home.

Arriving at the house he slowly makes his way up to the front door. He’d refused to let the boys help, saying he wanted alone time with his family. He doesn’t have his keys so he knocks on the door. When you finally open it you rush to him as he slumps into your arms.

“Frankie baby, what happened? Talk to me!”

“It’s ok baby, I’m fine.”

“Your not fine look at you, your bleeding and oh baby your face.”

“I just want to go to bed, please.”

“I need to clean you up first ok.”

You help him out of his clothes and his body is adorned with bruises. You strip out of your own clothes and help him shower. Once he’s clean you bandage him up and rub cream on his bruises. Helping him into bed you give him some pain killers.

“You need to rest now baby ok.”

***

“No….no….please not her please take me…..noooo”

Frankie shoots up in bed, sweat dripping down his face. You bolt upright and pull him close, running your fingers through his hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, you’re safe now, they won’t hurt you anymore.”

He holds you close.

“I’m sorry baby I should have listened to you, I wouldn’t be..”

“No we’re not doing this. Your home that’s all that matters. Your safe now Frankie, your home where you belong.

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[tinted-skies]

the journey to us

Jeno fluff // part 1 of ?? - a friendship blooms

he met you through Jisung

your bestie.

and tbh when he met you, he didn’t think much about it

mmm she’s Jisungie’s friend so she must be nice

but turns out you were not only “nice” but also really sweet, caring and lowkey funny af

the dreamies would quickly find themselves asking Jisung to bring you along

because why not

and tbh when Jisung started asking you to tag along every week you were very surprised

much like Jeno, when you met the boys you didn’t think much about it

not expecting to get along so well with them

but here you were!

their newest and cutest addition to the group

you quickly became really close to Chenle

because duh he’s Jisung’s other bestie

and Renjun!!

you guys totally bonded over art and candles!

but just to be clear

if any of them asked

you would say that you liked every single one of them the same amount

they pretty much treated you like one of the boys

which was great of course

but also had its disadvantages (aka them making crappy jokes and sometimes totally forgetting about boundaries)

*eye roll* istg men

if i were your friend i would never treat you this way

alright moving on

sometimes when their comments went a little bit too far

you got a little bit hurt

but you hid it

retaliating and often managing to get them speechless with your comebacks

which made them think that you didn’t get affected one bit

Y/N ice queen au

one day you all went camping

ewww camping i’m sorry but ew

the boys were making dinner

mainly Jaemin and Haechan

and you were sitting with the others chit-chatting

but then you received a text

saying that you had failed one of your exams

and your mood changed drastically

because you knew that once you got home you would have to face your parents

which would remind you once again that “they were paying your college bills for you to study and not for you to go out with a random group of boys everyday”

BLAHBLAHBLAH

but mainly because you felt disappointed in yourself

you had put your all into this exam

and felt like crying your heart out from how dumb you felt

idk who needs to hear this but YOUR GRADES DO NOT REFLECT YOUR INTELLIGENCE.

you’re so smart queen pls don’t cry

and so, you left

getting in the tent that you were sharing with Jisung

and tbh the guys didn’t even notice you were gone for like 10 minutes

just assuming you went to the toilet or something

are there toilets on camping thingies??? idk but you get what i mean

but when Jeno didn’t see you sitting on your chair snuggling in your blanket HE UNDERSTOOD SOMETHING WAS UP

he asked the others about it, but they just shrugged

however, Jeno couldn’t stay indifferent to your disappearance

it was dark and cold

and you were alone!!

for all he knew you could be lost in the woods

and have been attacked by a bear!

so, he decided to zip up his jacket and go look for you

like the brave man he is

however, his adventure was cut short when he saw light coming from your tent

he could figure your sitting shadow inside of it

and as he got closer, he heard low sniffles

he hesitated

thinking that he should probably give you some space

but tbh there was a big part of him that just wanted to hug you

so that’s what he did

kinda

he peeked inside of your tent

startling you

real smooth Lee Jeno real smooth

and waited for you to give him permission to enter

Jeno consent king

which you obviously granted

he sat in front of you

using your blanket to cover his legs as well

while he got comfortable you dried your tears with your sweater

shit- nicely done Y/N now you’re embarrassing yourself in front of Jeno

you had told yourself to never breakdown in front of any of the boys

but here you were

puffy red eyes

pink cheeks still wet

btw you look really pretty when you cry

Jeno told me this

and Jeno knew he would sound like an asshole, but he just couldn’t help himself thinking

wow... Y/N got feelings...

but in his defence never in a million years would he expect to see you like this

specially since you guys weren’t that close

you found yourself surprisingly at ease now that you were in his presence

telling him about all the pressure that your family and college were putting on you

Jeno listened attentively to everything you said

lots of hums and nods coming from him

showing you that he was fully invested in everything you were sharing

he even found himself relating to some of the things that had been bothering you lately

which only made the need to hug you stRONGER

BUT HE DIDN’T

he held himself back from doing so

but after that night you two definitely grew closer

read part 2 -> here!!

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

THIS is a NONCON fic. Please don't read and then get shocked at what you read. You are reading this at your own risk! You cannot get shocked at the content here if you are sensitive to NONCON and read anyways. I am not responsible if you choose to still read this and it's upsetting. Also, there is Forced Breeding included! Read at your own risk.

When I get an AO3, I will be posting this there.

Underthecut - NSFW, NON-CON, Cheating -forced- Oral -Female receiving- Forced Breeding/Forced pregnancy, Degradation. Tagged as Dark Fic

Sinclair Brothers College AU Part 2 Part 1 is here!

Bo will never forget that morning. Never forgot your angelic face buried into his brother's chest, Vincent's face buried into the top of your head, nose nuzzled into your hair.

His voice had hurt for the three days after all the screaming he had done, his knuckles bruised for weeks after he and Vincent drew blows.

He could still hear your screaming, this shrill piercing scream for him to stop. To stop hurting him, to stop hurting Vincent.

Not one scream for him, his well-being.

Bo left the room with a bruised lip and ego.

The image of you comforting Vincent, rubbing his knuckles, kissing his cheek burned in his head. He replayed it over and over.

Bo couldn't get over how everyone seemed to approve of the whole ordeal.

That friend of yours had come running up to you, congratulating you on finally getting with Vincent. Even her tall British boyfriend paid a compliment.

His own friends even poked fun, how stupid he was not to see Vincent slowly making his moves. Vincent and you at the Dairy Queen, you at his art show, how both of you spent hours at the library.

How'd he miss all that?

Bo walked into his dorm, slamming the door behind him as he whipped off his hat, he frowned as he flopped onto the bed. back against the wall as he took in the room.

The large varnished bricks painted a light blue, years of new coats of paint chipping off in the corners. The yellow fluorescent light struggling to light up the room, no doubt the same light from when the dorm was built.

Bo took in his brother's side. Neat, save for a few books littered around, a few on his desk, three on the floor, two on the bed, and Y/n's cellphone.

Bo shot up, eagerly rushing over to Vincent's bed, hands immediately on your phone. He held it in his hands, smirking at the pink phone case with a bear's face on the back. He swiped his thumb over the screen, he grits his teeth at the image of you and Vincent on your home screen. Vincent held his arm around you as he kissed your cheek.

"Putz," he mumbled to himself, Bo's thumb lingered over your lock screen. He pressed in the four numbers, "Shit. She must have changed it." Bo looked up, going over what your new passcode could be. The old one was the date you and him started dating. Bo made sure it was that, and that way he had access to your phone whenever you were careless enough to leave it about.

Bo smiled as he knew what the passcode was. If his brother was anything like him, he'd be just as possessive, "Ding!" Bo tapped his foot in excitement as your phone opened up, he went right to your gallery, brows turned down in disgust.

Picture after picture of you and Vincent. Some tame, others, Bo whistled at the picture of you sucking off Vincent. He hated it, seeing your pretty little face lavish his brother's cock, but for Bo, it was easy just to picture his own in its place.

Another photo, you with your legs spread, hand over your mouth, embarrassed as your pussy was covered in Vincent's seed.

Bo groaned, "Little fuckin' whore." He pressed his feet into the ground, steadying himself. He was taken back to when he'd do the same to you, make you beg for his cum to coat your needy pussy. He licked his lips as he could hear your little whines and begs.

"Cum on my pussy, Bo." Fuck and you sounded so perfect.

"Cum on my pussy, Vinny." He cursed as your voice played over in his head. Hating how easily he could hear your sweet voice be so dirty for his brother.

Bo kept scrolling, his stomach churned, cock-stiffening as he scanned more and more pictures.

Videos, ranging from thirty seconds to two minutes in length. He pressed one, the image of you riding his brother played immediately.

"Oh, Vinny, your cocks making me feel so full." Bo groaned, he turned up the volume to hear the vulgar slaps of your ass against his brother's pelvis. "Oh, Fuck Vinny." Bo watched as you fell onto Vincent's chest as he lifted you, fucking up into you at a fast pace.

Bo watched till the end, his ears burning as your moans and whimpers wafted through the shitty phone speaker. He palmed his erection as he watched Vincent cum deep in you, his brother's disgusting grunts and growls had him snarling.

Bo's eyes remained on the screen. They widened as Vincent pulled out, carelessly spreading your legs open to the camera, both your face and Vincent are not visible, but your pussy was bared. He watches as his brother's seed leaked out of you, hearing Vincent mumbling at what a good little princess you are, how you were made to used, made to be a good little cum dump.

Bo shook, knuckles going white as he held the phone. Your whimpering approval of Vincent's words, how Vincent scooped his cum back up into you...

Bo snapped out of his anger as a text popped up,

-Hey, meet you at the library, I'll only be able to study briefly, I have a surprise shift at the hospital.-

Bo tapped it, immediately taken to your messages with Dan.

Everything between you and Dan was mundane. Study dates that often included Herbert and just random memes.

He exited out, looking over all the people you've been texting. Your texts with him deleted, he huffed as he continued. That girl dating the tall British guy. That weird Billy kid, Freddy, your mom, your boss, and Vincent.

He sat down on his bed as he went through the texts. Some of the texts were mundane, how are you, I'm good. I love you and can't wait to see you.

Bo froze, laughing to himself, leaning back onto the bed as he read the recent texts,

-Remember those awful cramps I've been having? My doctor said it was birth control. I'll be going off it for a few weeks and will be getting that Implanon thing.-

Bo checked the date, "Two weeks ago." he said to himself as he kept reading.

-So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month.-

-That's okay. We can keep it safe for now. One day though you'll be off that stuff ;)-

Bo shook his head, of course, his brother would be on that train of thought. Getting you pregnant. Watching your belly grow with babe.

Bo seethed, hand running down his front, cock pulsing at the image of you, begging for his cum, asking him to impregnate you. Your belly swelling with the Sinclair seed, his large hand rubbing over you, kissing your cheek, amazed at the changes in your body.

Your tits swelling, begging for Bo to ease the ache in them. Cock stiffening as he suckles on your tender tits.

Bo's attention was snapped back to reality as the door's handle justled. He quickly exited out of the texts, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the bed, burying his face into his pillow, grunting as his cock angled into the bed painfully.

Vincent stepped in, sneering at his brother. "She forgot something, I won't be long." He mumbled, hand going for your phone.

"Y'her lap dog or some? She can't come get it herself?"

"I don't trust you alone with her." Vincent gave your phone a once over before grabbing a few books, "I'll be gone tonight, I work late, so you can invite that 'cute' girl from the bar." Vincent coughed as he finished his sentence.

"Yeah, yeah..." Bo eyed his brother, pulling his pillow closer into his face.

"You didn't touch this, did you?" Vincent waved the phone around, giving it a once over.

"Why would I touch her shit?"

Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "Bye," He opened the door, "Oh, and Lester is inviting us to a barbeque, he expects you to be there."

Bo flinched as his brother slammed the door. He sat up, freeing his cock, the images of you and Vincent still in his mind, the image of himself pushing Vincent away to replace Vincent's seed with his own...

"The library..." he said to himself, the image of you at the library, pushed over onto one of the corner desks, hidden away from everyone, his cock buried deep inside, pleading with him to cum inside.

Bo gripped the base of his cock, squeezing to let more of his precum drip out, watching as it fell along the side.

"That'd look a lot better in the place it belongs."

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You and Vincent stood in front of the campus library, he ran his hands up and down your sides, pinching your ass when he dipped low.

"Vinny!" He playfully pinched his arm, kissing his cheek as you giggled.

"Can't help it, you're so cute." He kissed you again, tongue wrapping around yours, he pushed you closer into himself, your moan being suppressed by the kiss.

You reluctantly pulled away, "I gotta meet Dan. I need his help with my paper. Thanks for getting my phone."

Vincent nodded at you, kissing your cheek again, "I know, I don't want you near him, either."

You nod into his chest, inhaling his scent, linseed oil, and his farmer's market shampoo. You hum as he begins to sway you back and forth.

"I gotta go, see you tomorrow," He pulls away, hand rubbing over your cheek, his eye taking in your sad ones. "Be safe getting home."

"I will!" You shared a kiss goodbye as you excitedly entered the library.

You waved to norman at the front desk, he briefly looked up to give a small smile before returning to his large ornithology book on his desk.

You grinned and waved as you caught sight of Dan. He was in his scrubs with his Starbucks in his hand, smiling at you.

"I can help you for the next hour before I gotta go," He began as you sat in front of him, "Then I got my shift an-"

"Yes at the hospital, I know I know." You sat and opened your books, Dan grabbing one to flip through it, scanning for the important passage,

"Here, you'll want to start here, copy it, and then grab two more sources from the encyclopedias. Has to be from the books, not online."

You rubbed your temples, "Yeah, that's, a lot to take in."

Dan chuckled, "That's the advanced course for you."

You tapped your pencil on the paper of your books, "So, you hear about Brahms and his girl? The fight they had!"

Dan perked up, brown eyes filled with wonder.

The two of you immediately filled your time with gossip, the mention of Brahms's girlfriend and Billy was the only thing being studied.

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Bo strolled up to the library, "Twenty minutes to closing..." He shrugged his shoulders as he entered.

He looks around, the lights dimmed, the desk lamps off, save for the few remaining students.

"Can I help you?" Bo snapped his head to the thin, pale man at the front desk.

"Ah, yeah, where are the books on, like art and stuff," Bo looked at the nameplate, "Norman." Bo fumbled with his hands in his pockets.

"In the back," Norman gestured his head behind him, "In section eight hundred to eight hundred and fifty. Don't be long, we are closing soon." Norman sneered as he shuffled the papers on his desk.

"Yeah, thanks." Bo shook his head, as he caught Norman giving him a once over.

Bo clenched his fists as he heard Norman mumble "I don't even think he can read."

He made his way around the library, ducking behind the rows when he thought he saw you, any girl that resembled you had his heart clench in shock.

"No, Vinny, I can't talk right now, text it to me instead." Bo froze, his feet heavy, your voice was curt, he heard you grunt, knowing you just hung up on his brother.

Bo followed the voice, finding you tucked away in the private study area, the tables up against the walls, the lights were severely dimmed, Bo wondered how in the hell you could see the paper in front of you.

He carefully watched his steps, inching slowly behind you, grateful you were distracted in the book, grateful you secluded yourself so far away from everyone else.

A wolfish grin spread over his face, standing over you, he leaned in, hands snaking over you, rushing to silence your mouth,

"Hey, Sweets, miss me?"

Your blood went cold, eyes bulged, you attempted to turn but Bo held firm.

"Miss me? Huh? Ah, maybe you need to look at me first." He whispered into your ear, placing a feather-light kiss.

You retched away, guttural noises being silenced as Bo put a hand around your neck.

"Ah, no no, c'mon now, that any way to react to me? C'mon sweets, you used to beg me, beg me not to leave you, cry whenever I missed a date, moan for my cock to make you come." He chuckled as you squirmed in his arms, the chuckle turning into a soft laugh as you reached for your phone.

"Grabbing your phone for me? How nice of you, Sweets!" Bo whipped you around, slamming you onto the table as he chucked away the books, thankful they didn't fall onto the floor.

You began kicking at Bo, the panic making your blood run hot, giving you a surge of strength.

You knew Bo, knew how much stronger he was, knew you couldn't fight him off. The look in his eyes as his body leaned forward onto yours, chuckling off your kicks.

"Ah, hey, calm down," Bo squeezed on your neck, kissing your cheek as you sputtered out a whine, choking as you gasped for air.

Bo grabbed your phone, your eyes burning as he easily tapped the four-digit code to open it, he went right to the gallery, opening up the video of you and Vincent, "Look at you," The video played, Bo held the phone to your face, forcing you to look, "Taking my brother's cum in your slutty little pussy. Fuck what a good whore you are."

He exited out of the video, going to your texts, "So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month." He read aloud as he shook his head, "tsk tsk, and I bet you are still fucking, even when it's not safe. I mean, if my brother's anything like me, he won't wanna wrap that shit up."

Tears pooled in your eyes, slowly falling along the sides into your hair. Your eyes pleading with him, 'don't do this, please.'

Bo huffed as he pulled down your skirt, panties coming along with it. He took in your pussy, licking his bottom lip as he caught a glance at your shaved pussy, thankful that his brother has the same taste as him. "You look so good, that pussy nice and clean for me, gonna look good with my seed spilling out."

"I'll let you breathe properly if you promise to be quiet, can you do that for me?" His baby blues stared into your eyes, you wanted to hurl as you saw a sick softness to them.

"I'll, b-be- go-good." You choked. You gasped in sweet relief as bo removed his large hand from your neck. Your phone in his hand was held to your face as you realized he was filming.

"You better open up these legs for me, little whore like you should be used to spreading her legs, hm? Taking my brother's cock while dating me. Well, you can have my cock again, and I'm gonna make sure you'll never fucking forget this. Like I'll never fuckin' forget waking up to you." Bo placed the phone down, propping it up against your books, "With cum dripping out your pussy in Vincent's arms."

You looked away as you heard Bo's belt clink his zipper coming undone, "I can easily scream,"

"Scream? ha, the place is practically empty at this point, who's gonna come as you scream? 'Norman' I can tell he's already too self-absorbed to care for another." Bo leaned down, his breath hot over your cunt.

"Please don't, Bo please, I'll do anything!"

His signature cocky grin spread over his lips, "Oh, you will, first, I get a taste of this," He plunged his tongue in, a soft moan as your taste hit his tongue, his eyes looking up at you, then to the phone.

You squirmed as your walls involuntarily pulsed around his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit.

"You taste so good, fuck better than I remember," He sucked hard, laughing as you whimpered. "See, little slutty body like your can't help but react."

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, Bo's large hand roaming your body, dipping under your shirt, sliding under your bra to squeeze your breast.

"Fuck it feels good too, remember how you used to beg me to suck on them?" He pinched your hardening nipple, "Look at the camera." He cooed.

He dipped two fingers into your heat, making you groan as he pressed down and sucked hard on your clit.

You breathed heavily through your nose, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. Tears flowed as your hips voluntarily bucked into Bo's face, his tongue sending wave after wave of euphoria through you that not even Vincent could manage.

Bo shook his head, a raspy moan muffled by the lewd noises your pussy made as he fingered you. He looked up, smirking into you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, how you covered your mouth to fight back the deep moan.

You ran your hand through Bo's brown hair, he moaned, taking the action as approval for his ministrations. You pushed on him, your airy moans muffled by your palm as you came. Bo stayed latched onto your clit, suckling and flicking it, tongue deep to your cunt to lap at you, groaning as it pulsed around his muscle.

Bo shot up, licking his lips of your cream, "Ah, see that, wanna taste?" You shook your head, mouth a no. He leaned in, one hand angling his cock while the other grabbed your neck.

His tongue wrapped around yours, muffling the whine as he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out, a slight burn mixed with pleasure.

Bo wasted no time, slamming hard into you, his cheeks pink as he groaned into the kiss, he lifted his head, "Ah, fuck, needy little pussy fuckin' missed me. Ah shit, I fuck." He grunted above you, his body pressing you into the table, "Fuck, it missed me, fuck it missed me."

You sobbed under him, your mind going to Vincent, trying to picture it was Vincent on top of you, it was you and Vincent making love in the library, not Bo. Not Bo sending waves of familiar pleasure through you, his cock stretching you out.

"Please, don't cum in me, Bo, please don't."

"Wah? cum in you? Sure, I can do that, after all, your little pussy was made for it." He sneered at you, a dark look flashed over him.

You punched at him, "I'll scream."

"You scream and that video gets sent to Vincent. Doesn't matter I'm hav-having m-my way with y-you." He stuttered between thrusts, "Just a video of you getting impregnated by his older brother. He won't want you."

You sobbed as tears spilled as you turned away from him, Vincent flashed in your mind. His smile, his light blue eyes, his hands holding yours.

Your body tensed as Bo's cock felt intoxicating, the familiar rhythm, his harsh kisses, mind being taken back to you on his bed, how he'd hiked your legs over his shoulders as he pushed them onto your chest, a cocky grin as he fucked you deep.

"Bo," You whimpered, "Please," you continued "Just not inside."

He slammed harder, groaning as you clenched around him, "Feels like it wants it inside. Don't lie to yourself, Sweets."

You couldn't, the tears fell, you whimpered Vincent's name, "Hurry, Bo."

Bo couldn't hold back, your sexy little body squirming under him, your pussy clenching around him, your spent leaking onto the table, your stifled moans. "Look at the camera as you cum, look as I cum in you," He turned your head towards the phone, tears freely falling Bo licked your cheek.

His breathing, his thrusts, his cock filling you so well, his raspy praise. You stared, "I'm sorry, Vincent." You scrunched your face as Bo positioned in and out, a low groan reverberated from his chest.

Bo laughed as he came, his seed painting your insides, coating your pink walls, picturing it shooting deep into your womb, his little swimmers getting to work.

You fought back the urge to barf, his cum filling you send a ripple of pleasure through you.

Bo hissed as his breathing slowed, the realization of your nails digging into his shoulders, came to his senses. He slowly pulled out, grabbing the phone, to capture his seed dripping out of your pussy.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing, a threat. He continued to film, "Ah, look at that, good little slut getting bred. Just like she was made too."

Bo brought the camera to your face, "Say, 'Hi, Vincent!' ha" he laughed as you kept your vision off him and the camera.

"it's okay, I know you're thinking of getting that plan B. But you'll be coming with me tonight, I'm gonna make sure my seed takes." Bo released your neck, thumb running over your lips as you coughed.

"Get dressed, we're gonna get a hotel, this is from over." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, "My good girl, mine again." He hugged you as he sent the video to his phone. He laughed as he felt you shake in his arms,

"I wonder what Vincent will do when he sees this, gosh I can only imagine." He hummed and swayed you back and forth, "You'll look great with my child in you, can't wait, ah you'll be so beautiful."

[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 3

So... more pain... yay!

I've become obsessed with these two in a very short time and I decided I'll just put out Chapters as I write them. Enjoy! <3

(Also - conveniently, Tom doesn't exist lmao)

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, (Please let me know if I forget anything)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 2

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Age: 17

“Hey! Don’t slam the door Spills - you know she’s… delicate.” He patted the dashboard affectionately as you put your seat-belt on - carefully so as not to drop the breakfast you’d brought for both of you. You stared at him incredulously.

“You mean this rustbucket?” You laughed as he carefully pulled out of your driveway.

“Don’t say that about her, she’s perfectly fine.” He turned on the radio and you heard the same song it always played.

“Really Francis? Queen again?” You sighed as you put the buttery half of your bagel into his mouth.

“Okay first of all, this song is amazing and it applies and secondly - the tape is stuck so it’s this or silence.” You could see the smile as he ate happily.

He never said it, but he treasured this time with you. You always gave him half of whatever you made and it always tasted better than anything he ever made himself. It was one of his favourite rituals, the little moment before the school day started. When it was just the two of you, lost in your own world; speaking your own language.

**Present day**

Who the hell is that?

The woman in the reflection wasn’t you, well - she certainly didn’t look like you anyway. She was much to wan - something was weighing her down, heavy on her shoulders. Her eyes were puffy and it looked like she’d been crying.

She was looking back at you, confused - she didn’t recognize herself either.

God I need to shower.

It helped but only a bit. At least your hair was clean, but that wasn’t going to be enough for tonight. There was no fucking way you were going to let them pick you up in this state. You had to look perfect - you had to look your best. Some delusional little corner of your mind reminded you that Frankie had feelings for you before, maybe you could tap into that somehow.

That’s a little fucked up, he’s engaged.

You ignored that thought as you picked out a flattering outfit and tried to work a miracle with your makeup. The reflection smiled back at you now, and you could almost recognize her - the sadness was still there but you were ignoring that too. There would be no room for sadness tonight.

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“Hi! So glad you came out with us, you look lovely!” Claudia greeted you when you got into Frankie’s truck. Same truck you’d been getting into since you were a teenager, same truck he refused to get rid of because ‘shouldn’t fix what isn’t broken’. You saw the look Frankie gave you in the rear-view, saw his eyes quickly flash towards the exposed skin of your legs and a cruel little part of you soared at that. Got you it seemed to say.

“You look great Spills, Benny is going to eat you up.” He said it playfully but you heard the slight tinge of bitterness. Claudia didn’t notice.

“Oh yes, Benny is going to be all over you. They’re all going to love you, Will and Santi. I know they will.” Even her voice was sweet and you couldn’t help that it pissed you off how nice she was.

“Who’s Benny? Or Will or Santi for that matter?” The names meant nothing to you.

“Army buddies.” You knew him well enough to sense there was something that was bothering him, could it be the thought of his army buddies liking you? Your ego definitely liked that idea.

“They can be a little rough around the edges, but they’re sweet. Benny and his brother Will, even Santi. You’ll love them.” She was smiling at you, beaming.

We’ll see about that.

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It made you a little sad when Frankie held the door open for the two of you as you walked into the bar. Nothing had changed, you knew that if you went to the last booth your combined initials would still be carved into the table. You knew that the second last stool was wobbly and if you sat there when you were too drunk, you’d fall and eat shit.

This is going to be fun.

Blessedly- thankfully- you did not sit at the last booth. When you walked in there had been a loud chorus of what you thought was the word ‘catfish’ which confused you profoundly, that is until you noticed Frankie laughing. They call you catfish? The people calling had slid a couple of tables together in the middle of the large room and had started the party without Frankie it seemed.

His smile was genuine when they greeted him and despite how you felt, despite how hurt you were that it wasn’t you on his arm - merging his home life with this army family he’d made - his happiness was lovely to behold. That smile, in this place was home. The bare bulbs hanging in this dingy bar, bathing him in golden light - seeing him like this made you ache, made you want to run your fingers through his hair. Made you want to kiss the little bald patch in his facial hair.

They all greeted Claudia and the spell was broken; it was almost overwhelming how much it hurt that it wasn’t you.

It should be me, it should have always been me.

“Okay okay - settle down, meet my best friend in the whole world. This is Spills.” He placed his hand at the small of your back - just barely - to bring you forward and they all smiled warmly at you.

“It’s nice to meet you - we’ve heard a lot about you.” A ruggedly handsome man with greying hair walked over to you and shook your hand warmly. He gave you a wink that suggested he knew more about you than you would have liked. “I’m Santi - but everyone calls me Pope.”

You went around as they all introduced themselves, a beautiful blond man named Will who called you sweetheart and gave you a -very welcome- lingering hug.

“Hey, I’m Benny - “ Frankie cut him off.

“Benny - behave please.” Frankie’s face was all smiles but you recognized the tone.

“I’m okay Francis. I can take care of myself.” You smiled at him sweetly and you shook Benny’s hand.

“Yeah Francis, let the lady speak for herself. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and guided you to sit beside him. You chanced a glance back at Frankie and you thought you caught a look of recognition between him and Pope but you couldn’t dwell on that. Your emotional attachment to Frankie could have been warping your perception of everything.

I’m seeing what I want to see.

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Benny was chatty, he was sweet and a couple of years younger and you could tell he was a bit wild. Will - who you learned was his brother sat with the two of you and you learned about their childhoods, what had led them to join the army. You learned that Benny liked to box, which was strangely fitting and you learned that Frankie was one hell of a pilot.

At times you could almost ignore the rocks in the pit of your stomach, when Benny laughed and threw his arm around you. It felt nice to have someone pay attention to you this way, even if you weren’t exactly on the same wavelength. A little flirting couldn’t do any harm though and so you let it happen. You smiled sweetly and left his arm in place.

“So why do you guys call him Catfish?” The nickname was strange, he’d always been Frankie or Francis - Francisco when you were angry.

“Isn’t it obvious? Looks like a catfish with those ridiculous whiskers.” Will was laughing and when you looked back at him you found his gaze already fixed on you. On the closeness between you and Benny, you could see the way his eyes narrowed slightly.

Are you jealous right now? You’ve gotta be kidding me.

You could feel your blood boiling, was it all in your head? Were you just hoping that he’d be jealous of… what? Nothing was happening. Benny was cute, sure - but you didn’t want him.

I want you, you idiot.

Suddenly it was too much. You couldn’t be there surrounded by this part of his life that didn't include you. Pope walked over to the three of you as you got up - you needed to get out.

“Just going to grab some air - be back in a few.” You smiled as best you could, Will asked if you needed company, you declined politely.

The cool night air enveloped you when you opened the door - it helped a lot. There was a group of tables with ashtrays just outside the bar and you chose one of the empty ones. There was a gorgeous breeze out, you hadn’t realized how stuffy and suffocating it was inside.

Maybe it's just your brain.

“You okay Spills?” His voice crept down your spine.

“Yep - all good. You?” You could hear him approaching you, felt him sit next to you but you couldn’t look at him.

“I’m okay.” He sat beside you quietly, bumping his shoulder to yours. “What did you think of my friends?” You ignored his tone, somehow hopeful and bitter at the same time.

“They’re really nice, Benny and Will are sweet - Santi seems a little broody.” He laughed and you looked over at him - his big smile brought out your own.

“Just wait - once he’s comfortable around you he’ll never shut up. Those guys have been with me through a lot.” You kept forgetting that there was so much about his time away that you didn’t know. Things Claudia knew.

“You want to talk about it?” You bumped his shoulder back, knowing that sometimes he just needed to be asked. He looked at you strangely then, almost like he had just recognized you.

“Spills-” The door burst open with a loud laugh and Claudia came looking for him.

“Hey babe! Come on, they're making a toast.” She was all breathless smiles, wine dark lips and the end of your moment with him. He sighed loudly, a big smile on his face for her.

“Another time, let's go inside.” he said back to you as he walked towards her, towards Claudia and away from you.

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