#I love Eduardo's hair

[monjude]

Hello there 😏

[yoinkschief]

God I fucking love gay old men

Also thank you @baconcolacan for reigniting my love for ColaLosers (left years ago now coming back to haunt me/pos),,, also I hope it's okay that I @'d you lol

Also, question: Why do you make old men so hot????? And how???

[footballandshit]

Eduardo Camavinga | GQ Sports

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Prince x Witch! Reader

TW: Drugging (Love Potion), dubcon

Wanna buy me a coffee?: ☕

Once upon a time, in a land full of magic, a witch is in her tower stirring liquid in her cauldron.

"Ok, my seafood boil should be ready," You say, wiping the sweat off your head.

Your phone rings from the counter, and zap it so it answers the call.

"Y/N, we've gotta go to this ball!" Your friend, Ella, full name Eleanor Charming, exclaims, making you roll your eyes.

"Ella, just because your family has extreme luck finding love at balls, doesn't mean I will. Besides, I like living in the woods. The princess with powers and Eduardo are good friends. I babysit their kids sometimes, real firecrackers," You respond, tying your hair up. "Now, if you excuse me, I have crab legs to eat."

"Too late, I already magiced up a dress for you!" Ella exclaims, appearing behind you. "Boom!" 

White light hits you, and suddenly, your comfy purple pajamas are replaced with a long, purple ball gown with black lace covering the front. You have long, black latex gloves and thigh-high high-heel shoes swirling around your legs made from crystal. Your hair is in a bun and is held by an ornament resembling thorns. 

"You really chose a look that says I'm from the Woods, huh?" You question, walking to Ella. 

"Yes, I did. Now, come on, we're about to be late!" Ella giggles, grabbing your hand and running to the black Mercedes outside your castle. "I modified the animal into carriage spell into something more modern."

You buckle your seatbelt, and Ella speeds off to the prince's castle. As you wait in the line of limos, you redo your lipgloss and spritz a bit of perfume to get the crab smell of your skin. 

"It's our turn, get ready!" Ella squeals, giving the car to the valet.

"Princess Ella Charming and her friend, Lady Y/N L/N!" The announcer yells as the two of you walk into the ball.

"Wow, this place is bright," You comment, looking at all the jewels, lights, and glamor.

"I know, right? It's so we can glimmer as we dance," Ella exclaims, dancing away with a man.

"Well, I've been left alone," You grumble, grabbing a glass of wine and walking to the hallway.

While exploring the castle, you find a path leading to the royal garden. You see a handsome man with blonde hair, tan skin, and greenish-blue eyes crying near a large fountain with a mermaid spitting water. You realize it's Prince Henry's younger brother, Prince Helio.

"Henry...why did you have to go?" He cries, making you feel sorry for him.

"Uh, hi! Sorry to interrupt your crying session, but would you mind me asking what's wrong?" You ask, revealing yourself. 

"Oh, sorry. I'm supposed to be out there finding a queen to rule with, but I'm out here crying over my brother. Henry was such a good older brother to me. He helped me with studies and sword training, but then he went into those woods and never came back. Now, here I am about to be king alone with only my mom and dad as family," The young man weeps, wiping tears from his face.

You knew what happened to the former Prince Henry. Everyone in the Woods did. But, it's things like this that are the reason people like you live in the Woods.

"I'm sure your brother misses you dearly. Even if he can't come back, I'm sure he'd want you to be a good king to your people," You comfort him, handing him your glass of wine. "Besides, it's your party. Wouldn't exactly want to let everyone down, would you?" 

"You're right. I, Prince Helia, shall make this the best pre-engagement party in this kingdom. Now, do you desire another drink, love?" 

"Yes, and just so you don't have to keep calling me love, my name is Y/N L/N."

Prince Helia leaves to get a cup of wine for you, and he pulls out a pink vial from his cape and pours it into your wine. He shakes the cup a little and lets the potion settle into the wine. He smiles lustfully, knowing he'll have the eternal love, the fairy tale ending he always wished for.

"Here's your class of wine, princess," Helia says, passing you the drink while he secretly pours the rest of the vial into his wine. "To happy endings!"

"To the Woods!" You proclaim, wrapping your arm around his to do your toast.

"To love!" You and Heli exclaim, drinking the wine.

When the wine travels down your throat, the potion takes effect immediately. You feel dizzy, and your wine falls to the ground. You fall, and Helia catches you.  

"My love, are you ok?" Prince Helia asks, holding you in his arms as he feels his heart beating. 

"Helia~" You moan, sitting up and leaning in to kiss him.

You kiss Helia, and it's like you both have lost control of your body and emotions. The kiss feels so good, you could've sworn you are in heaven. His hands roam your body as your tongues intertwine. Spit comes out of both of yours and Helia's mouths, and his short blonde hair ruffled as your hands run through it.

"I love you. I love you. I love you!" Helia chants, his kisses trailing down your neck. 

"Ah-ah~" You moan, sticking your neck out as leaves his mark.

Helia undoes your corset, and he throws it to the side. Your dress falls to your waist, leaving your breasts bare for him to see. You quickly shimmy off the rest of the dress and kiss Helia again.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Helia compliments, his eyes full of lust and love. "I need to worship your body. Come here and let your prince worship every inch and imperfection of your body and soul."

"Yes, my love," You reply, straddling Helia.

Your beloved prince traces every part of your body with his hand and circles the beauty, birth, and stretch marks. He kisses your clavicle, breasts, armpits, every body part on the way down to your pussy. When he finally reaches your clothed sex, Helia kisses it. 

"Helia, I'm-"

"A virgin? I know. But that doesn't matter because I would've loved you even if you weren't. I love everything about you. Your stretch marks, your body hair, even your scars."

Helia gently takes off your underwear and spreads your legs. He deeply kisses the entrance of your pussy, and he inhales the scent of it. His tongue enters your vagina, and your body can't help but react. Your back arches and your hands grip the stone steps. As Helia eats you out, your hips buck into his face. Helia speeds up his licking, and you suddenly start to feel weird.

"Helia, I feel strange!" You moan, sitting up.

"It's ok, my love, embrace that feeling," Helia replies, giving one last kiss to your pussy and kissing your inner thighs as you cum.

Helia begins to strip, and his clothes go flying off. His six-inch cock drips with precum, and you instantly want it in you.

"I'll be gentle. I know it's your first time. God, I can't wait to make love to you and give our kingdom an heir," Helia says, crawling towards you and lining up with your entrance.

You lift your legs to give him room, and he holds your hands. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he kisses you deeply. 

"I'm going to enter you. Tell me if there's any pain," Helia states, slowly inserting his dick in you.

You twitch in pain, and Helia's hands are on your face. He kisses you again, and you kiss him in return.

"I'm ready, Helia," You say, looking at his beautiful green eyes. "I'm ready for you."

Helia thrusts slowly, panting and moaning as if your body is sweet nectar. His steady rhythm of thrusting sends your body into ecstasy.

"Mm~ Helia," You moan, feeling Helia's cock move in your pussy and kisses on your neck.

"Are you enjoying me, my love?" Helia questions, speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes!" You exclaim, loving your high.

Your toes begin to twitch, and hearts appear in your and Helia's eyes. Helia's thrusts speed up, as do his kisses. Love bites cover your neck as Helia reaches his orgasm.

"I-I love you, my-my princess! I love you!" Helia stammers, climaxing and cumming into your pussy. His legs twitch as he orgasms.

"Oh-oo-ah-Helia!" You scream, your toes curling from the release and your pussy tightening around Helia's dick.

Helia kisses you, tears flowing from his eyes as he rides out his climax. When he's done, his sweaty body rests on yours.

"I love you. I-I love you so much, Y/N. I want to be with you forever. I need you," Helia rambles, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, my prince. I know," You pant, rubbing Helia's head.

~~~~~~~~~

After your passionate session with Prince Helia, your prince covers both of you with his cape. He's been kissing your skin since fucking you, holding you in his arms as if you would go away.

"I'll announce our engagement tomorrow, and we'll be married next week," Helia says, kissing your hand, knuckles, and fingers.

You fall asleep in your prince's arms, and he kisses you goodnight. 

"Goodnight, my darling."

[sainzzsturns]

Injured

j. bellingham x fem!volleyplayer!reader

warnings: injury

category: angst w comforting fluff

summary: reader gets hurt during one of her volley games

You played one of the most difficult positions ever, the libero.

That meant you had to give your absolute best 100% of the time, if you did anything wrong your team would immediately lose a possible point.

So obviously in game days you would be shaking with anxiety constantly, although your boyfriend, Jude, would be there to confort you.

“I get you completely, but don’t worry, you always do well, I’m sure this time won’t be any different.”

You walked in the stadium through the back to get in the locker room, you put on your uniform and knee pads and sleeves.

You hit the tip of your shoes getting comfortable in them as you stepped out onto the court starting to warm up with your teammates.

You locked eyes with Jude for a second, him giving you a reassuring smile with a thumbs up. Your two mutual friends, Vini Jr and Eduardo Camavinga there to support you as well.

The ref blew the whistle and your team started serving.

The game was going well till now, your team being ahead by 14x10 for the first set.

Suddenly a strong attack ball game from the opposite team, your teammate received it, but the impact made the ball go far from the court.

Instantly you ran after it tripping over some tables and chair which were laying in the corner of the court.

You managed to hit the ball sending it back to your team, although, when you got back up again, you closed your eyes and screamed in pain as you sat back down.

You looked at your ankle as it instantly started become red and eventually purple, it was also already a bit bigger than your other ankle.

Even though you had protection on, both your knees had also become colored and you noticed some scratches on your arm.

The referee blew her whistle when she noticed your position.

The medical team was called over and picked you up, setting you down on your team’s bench.

Three attentive boys came down from their seats to reach you.

Jude immediately grabbed your hand and rubbed your shoulders, watching closely as the medic examined your ankle.

“I’m so sorry baby, it’s going to be alright, I’m right here, just hold my hand.” He said, giving you support.

Vini combed some of your hair out of your face, wiping fallen tears every now and then.

Eventually the medic had concluded you had a dislocated ankle and a couple scratches, nothing serious, both injuries would heal soon with the correct care. He wrapped a boot around your foot as well.

Obviously you had to be benched, but even so your team managed to win.

Throughout the rest of the game you sat with your boyfriend, hugged on his side, sniffling from time to time from your past tears.

When it was time to leave your were still in a bad mood, of course you were happy with your team’s win but it still hurt not being able to play for a while, and need others’s support.

Jude handed you your crutches as you all made your way towards the exit.

Arriving home, Jude gave you a nice relaxing shower, after that, laying you down on your bed as he hugged you close, wanting to protect you from all harm.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, if I could take all your pain away I would in a heartbeat. Well, actually, maybe not this weekend because I have a game!” He said, earning a couple giggles from you.

“That’s alright, thanks for taking care of me.” You answered.

“It’s my job! And I’ll be your care taker for a long while, so get used to it.” He added.

Tiredness took over your body as your eyelids grew heavier.

“Good night, Judey” You murmured.

“Good night, love” He answered.

[axlchainz]

I LOVE THE LITTLE EDDSWORLD CAST IM GONNA CRY

:) hes so :) just so very :)

TOMS SEOOO TINY 😭😭😭😭 I W😭 I WAANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🔥😭 KILLEDD!!! KILLED WITH FIRE👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿👿

hes so cutie patootie i love his litlte white jacket😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

his hair is so bad as a kid hes sonsiolllly 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 why is he sp pissed does he hate eduardo. little shit.. 👿👿👿👿time for tords QUICK DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ugly little man

why is he holding the comically large lollipop.. maybe its good he died

MARK. MARK U LITTLE NEEERD BIG GLASSES NEEEEEEEEEERRRD

little baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 li😭 ligtle hellucard 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

IM GOIJAHAN CRYYY SHES WATCHIN EDUARDO SHES WATCHING HER FUTURE BF SHOW OFF HIS ART IM GONNA KILMYSELF LITTLE BABBBHYYT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 shes gonna DIE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

tinny baby so small tiny CRUSH HIM CRUSH HIM WITH BIG HAMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[simpfordemetri]

The guards with a sleepy mate?? Would they be soft and gentle or would they be normal uhhh i need it so bad😚😚

Volturi guards X Sleepy Mate

✧; :🎀: ;✧ ✧; :🎀: ;✧ ✧; :🎀: ;✧ ✧; :🎀: ;✧ ✧; :🎀: ;✧

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

ALEC

He didnt expect himself to react like that just by the figure of you sleeping

But he did

He found himself totally in awe with you ,more than ever

And for the first time he didnt want your bite date to arrive

Even if the Volturi decided they could wait two more years to change you,in that moment he felt like two years werent enough,he needed more nights to feel this warm sensation that your sleep causes him

But he is not a creepy Eduardo Cullenardo(sorry)

He will actually sit next to you in bed,hand on your back caressing it softly and just enjoying your warm.

JANE

At first it was nothing special

A human sleeping,i mean yeah her human but it was sleeping,nothing surprising that humans do.

Until one day you had a really bad week and asked her to stayed with you while you napped for a bit as she was off dutty

What she didnt realise all this time is how relaxed she feels next to you,hearing your hearts beats and your slow breathing

And when out of nowhere you grabbed her hand while sleeping?

She had a brain stroke and she swear that not even possible to happen to vampires

She just concentrates on your breath and heartbeat while you sleep,and she feels nothing but a bit human

Adding that she also needs to at least hold your hand or your pinky while you sleep,she prefers that rather than cuddling tbh

DEMETRI

He becomes so so so soft

I mean he already becomes soft at the minimun thing you do because he is just so enamored by you

Like you could lift a finger and he will celebrate it tbh

He makes sure to be next to you whenever you sleep,it can be a simple nap or night time,he is there

And he is all over cuddling you,prefering to be the big spoon ans having his head resting on top of yours

Cause then he is able to kiss your forehead everynow and then

Now,if you mumble something or talk in your sleep he gets so excited cause can humans do that?

And the first time that happened he for sure thought you were awake and started to have a conversation with yoj until he realised you were talking in your sleep and got so confused

FELIX

Homeboy loves when you sleep because is a form of making sure that for a brief moment of the day you are calm

But he is afraid of getting into bed with you and cuddling you because he does not want to fuck up by even moving accidentally a bit and waking you up

He knows its facts that when humans are suddenly wake up we get really mad

And the last thing he wants is you screaming at him in the middle of the night (if its not because he is making you scream of an orgasm)

So he just stick to sit on the sopha next to the bed reading while you sleep

You know he is there and he knows you are sleeping well and no nightmares are happening so you both are content

However if you two have sexy segss the of course he will spend the night in the bed cuddling you,or if you ask him he will too

He is a gentleman i love him my pookie bear

HEIDI

Yes

Like i dont have anything mire to say but i must so here i go

Firstly she is all over buying matching pjs and wear them to bed as if she were going to sleep to

Actually she likes pretending she can sleep

She will like to be the little spoon and gets a bit sad when you get too comfy in your sleep that you turn around and stop cuddling her

The first times that happened she almost woke you up to ask you why did you do that

So she have to remind herself you are sleeping and she might as well be the big spoon now cause Heidi my love its your turn

Loves playing with your hair while you sleep and scratching your head

Hi pookies i tried to make the title a bit more cute do you all like it 🥹🥹

[munson-blurbs]

Argyle x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: literally just Argyle being the sweetest during sex with his pregnant girl.

WC: 820

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), pregnant!Reader, Argyle calls Reader "mama" (but no mommy kink), allusion to daddy kink

A/N: shoutout to @chatteringfox for being the most feral over Argyle with me--not only for this fic, but also 24/7. Also, happy birthday Eduardo Franco. Sorry that we want to have your stoner babies.

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Argyle was always gentle during sex. He held you as though you were the most precious thing to him, pressing soft kisses down the column of your neck. Even when you were on top, he’d languidly roll his hips upwards to meet yours, never once rushing through or chasing his own orgasm until he was certain you’d gotten yours.

Part of that could be attributed to the marijuana haze he kept himself in, but the primary reason was simply because he loved you so much and wanted to savor every moment.

Now, he braced his arms on either side of your body, groaning as he slid inside you. You were so wet for him, so eager and ready, a regular occurrence since you’d entered your second trimester. The nausea had subsided and had been replaced with an influx of hormones that had you craving his touch every second of the day. 

“Fuck, princesa,” Argyle murmured, sucking in a sharp breath. “How do you always feel so goddamn good?”

You could only whimper in reply, relishing in the way his happy trail brushed against your bump. Your fingers dug into his back, drawing him even closer. His raven curtain of hair draped over one side of you and tickled your bare arm.

Now fully seated within you, Argyle lifted one hand and let his thumb graze over your left nipple, his tongue swiping over the right. It was too much; the feel of him playing with your breasts was overstimulating on its own, but then adding in the additional sensitivities of pregnancy…

“A-Args,” you whispered, your breath hitching in your throat as he kissed you.

“Yeah?” The word, said against your lips, sent vibrations through your body.

It was impossible to concentrate with him filling you so perfectly. Every thrust was both lazy and intentional, the kind of movement that simultaneously said ‘I’m safe with you,’ and ‘I’ll take care of you.’

“S’too much.” Your eyes met his, and all at once he understood. This wasn’t you being a brat or teasing him for more. 

The hand on your breast moved to your side and caressed your bump with a tenderness you’d only ever imagined before Argyle. You relaxed into his touch and allowed yourself to be immersed in all of him. 

Argyle would always be Argyle, true to his core. The whites of his eyes were tinged pink from smoke. His fingers were strong and perfect for massages (a back massage was, ironically, how you’d ended up pregnant). The scents of cologne, weed, and flour mingled together and created an aura so utterly and uniquely Argyle. 

“‘S that better, Mama?”

And, oh, did that denomer do it for you. 

Your half-lidded eyes widened, your own movements temporarily stalled as you processed what he said. 

The corners of Argyle’s mouth curved into a gentle smile the moment he clocked your reaction. “Such a beautiful Mama, having my baby. Y’know,” he nipped at your bottom lip, “I always thought you were beautiful, from the moment we met. But now? Holy shit, s’like I didn’t even know what beauty was until now.”

Wrapping your legs around him, you pulled him in even deeper, eliciting a groan from both you and him. 

“Little faster,” you urged him. “I’m so fucking close.”

Argyle tucked his lips into his mouth, focusing solely on giving you what you needed. He thrusted into you faster than before, each movement sending a ripple of pleasure through your body. 

“C-Can’t hold out m-much longer, Mama.”

You nodded and threaded your fingers through his hair. “S’okay. I’m right—right—oh my god, yes!”

Your orgasm wasn’t gradual; it crashed into you with unfounded speed. You could feel every inch of him, the ridge between the head of his cock and the shaft hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl. 

“Baby—Princesa—I’m c-coming,” Argyle panted, his breath warm against your neck. “That’s it, fuck, take it. Take my cum. Take it all…unngh.”

Argyle spilled into you with everything he had. His grip tightened around you as though he was grounding himself, lest he wake up and realize it was all a dream. 

Lucky for both of you, this was reality. 

He flopped down on his back, his bare chest heaving as he came down from the high. Perspiration darkened the thatch of hair between his pecs. 

“So.” Argyle turned his head to look at you. “Being called ‘Mama’ really does it for ya, huh?”

You gave him a wry grin. “Apparently.”

“Good to know.” He breathed out. “Good to know.”

“Why, you plan on using that to your advantage?”

He laughed and pulled you closer, letting his hand rest on your tummy. “I would never,” he said mockingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Good.” You shifted so you were facing him, mischief dancing in your eyes. “Because then I just might have to see how you’d react if I called you ‘Daddy.’”

--

[pastelwitchling]

I'm so happy you're still taking malex prompts! Could you do something where Michael's abandonment issues rise to the surface? Thank you! Love your work.

@joaneteporis

***

“How long’ll you be gone?”

Alex looked over his shoulder at Michael from where he was packing the last of his sweaters into his black suitcase. Michael hated that suitcase. They were in their bedroom, Michael sitting on the edge of their bed, still naked from when he’d woken up a few hours ago, partly hoping that if he never got out of bed, never showered or dressed, then Alex would change his mind and climb back into the sheets and Michael’s arms. He’d been hoping this stupid trip would be canceled.

Yet Alex sat before him, the tips of his hair still damp from the late shower he’d managed despite Michael’s attempts to delay him with trails of kisses down his body. He’d been giggling breathlessly then, and he smiled just as easily now at the false indifference.

He put his last sweater in before gripping Michael’s knee and kissing it, his hand stroking Michael’s thigh soothingly.

“Just three days,” he promised. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Michael held out a hand. “I want collateral.”

Alex burst into laughter, and Michael tried hard not to smile at the sound. “What could I possibly give you?”

“Your phone.”

“And how would I get in touch with Ramos without my phone?” he said, squishing his cheek against Michael’s knee. “Or you?”

He dropped his hand. “Damn it.”

Alex’s smile widened. “You actually think I’d come back for my phone and not you?”

“I know you’d come back for me,” Michael said defensively, and could hear the threat in his voice himself. I know you will come back for me. Or else I’d come after you and never let you out of my sight. “I just need a little insurance.”

“So you don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust our life, Alex,” he corrected. “I don’t trust that something else won’t happen when I’m not there.”

“I’m keeping my location on,” he said, more softly. “I told you I’d tell you when I got there. Besides, I’m not heading anywhere alone, this is another branch of agents, Guerin.” He pressed one more gentle kiss to Michael’s calf and turned back to his suitcase. “No evil aliens are taking me away this time.”

Alex shut his suitcase and zipped it up, the sounds like nails in a coffin, and Michael’s heart sank into his stomach. It was really happening. Alex was really going to leave again, and there was nothing Michael could do about it. He was going to be sick, he couldn’t breathe.

Alex picked up his suitcase, Michael’s hand outstretched halfway between them, wanting to pull Alex back by his sleeve and keep him there and to call his name and show him how scared he was so that he never walked out that door. Alex had talked to him when Eduardo had asked him to train a bunch of recruits outside of Roswell, had told him that he wouldn’t go if it really bothered his husband, and Michael – the absolute dumbass – had said that he would be fine, it would be okay, that Michael might get a little nervous about it, but that Alex should go if that was what he needed to do. If he promised to return.

He'd been regretting every word since. He should’ve said no. He knew that there was no way Alex would begrudge him for it; Alex loved him, he would’ve done anything to keep Michael happy, and Michael was only happy when he had Alex in his line of sight –

Alex was suddenly in his space, crawling into Michael’s lap and straddling him on the edge of the bed, Michael’s legs the only thing keeping him from falling. He hugged Michael’s shoulders and buried his face in the crook of Michael’s neck, slipping a hand into his curls and holding on.

“Shhh, baby,” Alex whispered, completely calm. The darkness around Michael’s vision slowly cleared, and he saw Alex’s suitcase leaning against the wall. He had clearly noticed Michael’s impending panic and had wanted to shut the suitcase and put it aside so that he could focus his attention on his husband instead. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

Michael’s hands were still trembling when he reached up to hug Alex back, gripping fistfuls of his shirt and squeezing him to his chest.

“Breathe,” Alex murmured over and over, his breath warm on Michael’s ear. “Breathe, beautiful.”

“I’m – I’m trying,” he gritted out, shoving his face hard into Alex’s shoulder and trying to breathe in his scent, to remind himself that Alex was right here, in his arms. That they were husbands now, and had beaten the monsters that had come for them together, and they were free. That Alex was his, and no one was ever taking him away again.

After a long few minutes, Michael’s shuddering had ceased, but Alex was still rubbing his back and breathing softly against his neck.

“Just breathe,” he said softly, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled his phone out. “I’m right here.”

Michael didn’t want to let go of him. “W-What’re you doing?”

“Calling Eduardo,” he said, dialing. “I’m canceling.”

Michael frowned. He knew what he wanted to say; he wanted to say that he was sorry, but that he really couldn’t do this; he couldn’t be away from Alex, he couldn’t let him go, he couldn’t send him off and act like it wasn’t killing him.

But he caught Alex’s hand anyway.

“No,” he said, even as he felt someone else say the word, even as his brows furrowed and he squeezed Alex’s fingers. “N-No, I’m – I’m okay, I’m fine.”

“Michael,�� Alex pulled back enough to see his face, cupping his cheek, “it’s okay. I care more about you than some stupid job, I don’t mind staying right here, okay?”

Michael could see that. There was no resentment or disappointment in Alex’s dark eyes or his soft, loving smile. He would stay on Michael’s lap all day if Michael wanted him to, and he’d be happy to do it.

How long would that last? How long would their relationship survive if Michael couldn’t give him a few days’ worth of space? How long until Michael’s love for Alex turned into an incessant need that was never satisfied, until neither of them could go off to work without Michael descending into a panic attack?

No. Something had to give.

“I can’t . . .” he started, and Alex was nodding.

“I understand,” he said, “it’s okay.”

“No,” he held Alex’s hand to his lips. “I can’t be this scared all the time, Alex. I can’t worry that you won’t come back every time you walk out the door. I have to . . .” the words didn’t want to leave, but Michael forced them out, “I have to let you go. Just for a little while. Just so I know that you’ll always come back to me.”

“Always,” Alex promised at once, and something in Michael rested a little easier. He believed him, he did . . . he was just terrified. Alex was too important to him to risk.

Sliding a hand into Alex’s hair, he pulled him in to slot their mouths together, his other arm around Alex’s waist. Alex arched into his body like he was just as starved for him, cupping his face and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

They ended up tangled in each other a few minutes more before Michael had to put a stop to it and walk Alex to the door. If he held him close now, he really wouldn’t ever let him leave again. Alex walked backwards to his car, eyes on Michael until the last possible second. Michael didn’t dare go inside until long after Alex’s car was out of sight. Then he closed the door and collapsed against it, exhaling shakily, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“He’ll come back,” he told himself, the silence of the now empty house heavier than it had ever been. “He’ll come back.”

Alex checked in when he got to the top-secret base that night, and Michael had checked his location just to make sure he’d been safe and sound the entire ride there, where Alex finally turned off the feature until his inevitable drive back. He called that night, and Michael kept him on the phone to fall asleep to his voice, and then again in the morning to make sure Michael had eaten. Michael had done the same, and protested when Alex had insisted that a granola bar was enough.

“I mean, there’s a breakfast buffet, but . . .”

“But what?”

Alex’s voice dropped to a murmur like it did in those rare moments when he was shy. “I don’t know anyone. I’m supposed to be their superior, what if they just stare at me?”

Michael had been having coffee by himself at the kitchen isle, his tech and schematics spread out before him in an effort to distract him from the lack of his warm, rosy-cheeked husband at his side, and now at Alex’s embarrassment, he found himself smiling genuinely for the first time all morning.

“Aww, baby . . .”

“Shut up,” Alex grumbled, and Michael’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “Stop laughing at me!”

Michael’s laugh burst out then, and he curled around the phone in the hope that he could pull Alex through it and hold him like he was dying to do.

“God, I miss you,” he sighed, still smiling.

“It’s been a few hours,” Alex said. “You haven’t had the time.”

“I can miss you if I want to.”

“I miss you, too, then.”

Michael hummed. “How much do you miss me?”

“So much.”

“Enough for a FaceTime call?”

Alex couldn’t have missed the suggestion in Michael’s voice, and this time, it was him who laughed. Michael rested his chin on his palm and closed his eyes, his schematics forgotten.

“You’re such a freak,” he said fondly. “Fine, I’ll go into the damn dining hall.”

“Tell me you miss me again first.”

“I miss you,” he giggled.

“One more time?”

“I miss you I miss you I miss you, you absolute dork. I’ll call you tonight.” Then, softer, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Michael promised, his smile already dimming at the end of the call that was coming. When Alex finally hung up, Michael continued to sit there for a long time, staring through his notes. Alex had already left, but Michael couldn’t help but whisper into the phone, “Come back to me soon.”

Over the next two days, Michael did a lot of pacing. He lounged on an exasperated Max’s couch (“It’s three days, stop being pathetic!”), hung out with Isobel and Kyle at Kyle’s insistence (who Michael was sure Alex had talked to), and worked endless hours at the junkyard to Walt’s eternal chagrin (“Lord help us if his car breaks down and he has to stay away another damn day”).

Alex did not call him on the fourth morning because he’d left the base early, making the drive back to Roswell instead, so Michael spent the hours since before dawn pacing outside. His heart thrashed when Alex’s car finally came into view, shifted restlessly from foot to foot as it pulled into the driveway, and ran at his husband before he’d even closed the car door.

Alex dropped his suitcase just as Michael swept him into his arms, his legs wrapping around Michael’s waist and his face buried in the crook of Michael’s neck. Michael groaned, long and low, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest now as he touched every inch of Alex he could reach, breathing him in and pulling him closer, closer, closer.

“I’m so tired,” Alex murmured wearily, hugging Michael’s shoulders tighter and cuddling into him like he was planning to fall asleep right there.

Michael couldn’t speak for a moment, running a hand between Alex’s shoulder blades, up and down his waist, clawing over his ass. Anything to keep him close, to feel him for hours after he eventually put him down. At least, Michael hoped he would put him down. Right now, he couldn’t imagine it.

Alex seemed to recognize that, and made no request to be released. He slid a hand into Michael’s curls and tugged. “You were so brave for me, baby,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”

Michael shut his eyes tighter, holding onto Alex like his life depended on it. Sometimes, he thought it did. He wondered how brave Alex would think he was if he told him that.

“No big deal,” he finally said, releasing his first deep breath in days. “Barely noticed you were gone.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

[jazzymarie1006]

Re-watched the episodes again and I realized something else!

While Eduardo didn't appear in the episode "Kid Kree", he’s fully aware of how close Marvin's gotten to Lunella in the short time they've gotten to know each other. Clearly there was some off screen jealousy.

In "Wish-Tar" (the episode right after "Kid Kree") look who Eduardo's seen hanging out with!

The same girl who insulted Lunella's hair in "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow"!

While Eduardo did go to the dance with this girl in the episode "Dancing with Myself", this doesn't stop him from still having feelings for Lunella...

Or being jealous of Marvin. So he clearly isn't romantically interested in this girl!

Of course I've got questions!

- While we all can OBVIOUSLY see why Lunella would hang out with Marvin, why would Eduardo hang out with this girl? The only things they seem to have in common are the latest trends.

- Will we get a name reveal for this girl in a future episode? Seriously! She's maybe the only side character with lines whose name HASN'T been revealed!

- Did Eduardo ask her to the dance (because he thought Lunella wouldn't be interested), or did she ask him because she didn't wanna be dateless (she obviously didn't seem into Eduardo at the dance)?

- Since we're getting more of Eduardo this season, will we be seeing more of that girl as well? Maybe that Hater Symbiote will return!

I'd love to you what you guys think!

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) Strategy

Requested: wattpad

Prompt: Charles' girlfriend is a strategist and won't give him the better strategy

Warnings: lil toxic

Y/N sat looking through some information she had gotten from qualifying from both her drivers Charles and Carlos. Working with the Scuderia was a dream come true and she wore the crest with pride whenever she could. What made everything better was that her boyfriend Charles was their driver. It made the relationship easier since they were practically always together and who doesn't love being with their boyfriend? "So, what are we thinking of doing now?" Eduardo asked. Mattia let out a sigh as he watched two of his strategists working away. "Which one will secure a podium place?" he asked. Y/n scurried through her notes and handed Mattia a sheet. "This one. I think if we can make the tyres last for that little bit longer we can get that podium." Mattia nodded. "And mine with secure a top 5 finish." Eduardo said. Mattia looked at the two and nodded. "Okay, Charles can have the top 5 finish and Carlos can have the podium." Y/n and Eduardo nodded before Y/n collected her information and walking out to find the two drivers of the Scuderia.

Charles sat with Carlos playing chess. Both were quite good but they never really got which was better in all honesty. They were pretty matched but of course as drivers, one of them alway had to be better. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything boys." Y/n smiled. The pair looked up and waved at Y/n as she approached. "Ah hello mon cœur. Carlos Was just cheating at chess-"

"I was not! Stop lying to your girlfriend!" Carlos joked before moving his piece. "Whatever you say, she knows I would never lie to her." He took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss onto it, making Y/n blush lightly. "Okay mon cœur let's go talk about strategy." Charles beamed, throwing his arm around her shoulder. Y/n stepped back and shook her head when Charles looked at her funny. "Actually Charles, you have to go to Eduardo. I'm briefing Carlos today." Charles looked between the Spaniards and his girlfriend. "But you're always given the better strategy. Did you give it to Eduardo or?" Y/n let out a sigh. "Well Carlos performed better in qualifying and finished higher. We see a lot of potential for some big points tomorrow so we all agreed to give him the first strategy." Y/n smiled. Charles arched a brow at his girlfriend as she held a clip board in her hands. "You're really not giving me the other strategy?" he asked. "No, absolutely not. You've got a different one and you can go ask Eduardo for it. I've been sent to brief Carlos on his strategy."

"But, I want the good strategy. Surely there's a way I can get it." Y/n scoffed and stood her ground. "Your girlfriend is the strategist, it doesn't mean you get the best strategy." Y/n snapped. "But you love me." Charles said. "Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, I don't care how much I love you, I've got a job to do and so do you so go to Eduardo and know your strategy." Charles clenched his jaw and looked at her in anger. "You can go take it up with Mattia if you have a problem." she smiled innocently, handing him the clip board and walking away with Carlos. Charles muttered curses in French to himself and began the walk of shame to Eduardo's office. "You sure know how to deal with him eh?" Carlos laughed. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and contojnued on walking. "Perks of us dating, you know?" Carlos laughed and the two walked to the hospitality.

The next morning, Charles and Y/n sat in the hotel before the team went out to the track. "Okay, I'm going to go and shower now." Y/n said as she tied her hair up. "Okay mon cœur. Then we'll go to the track, yes?" Charles asked, not looking up from his phone. "I love you." Y/n said sweetly. Charles looked up at her and smiled. "Love you too." before Y/n walked away into the bathroom for a shower. Charles quickly skimmed through her notes, hoping not to get caught and luckily he didn't. He sat there mesmerising as much as he could, hoping he could convince one of his other strategists to side with him and change the strategy. "Are you looking at my notes?" Y/n asked standing at the door, sopping wet.

Charles chucked the notepad over to the side and stood up to look at her. "No- that's not- erm-" Y/n walked by him, not even looking at him and took her notes and shoved them into her bag. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"So you accidentally opened my notes and read them all, yeah? What is wrong with you?!" she shouted. Charles was silenced. For once, he didn't have anything to say. "Why can't you just realise that I myself have a job to do? Are you that desperate to show everyone how great you have to be?" she yelled. "Mon cœur, please I didn't mean it. I promise."

"No Charles! They're going to think I'm incapable of doing my job now! You're so selfish sometimes!" she shouted throwing her red uniform on. "No they aren't. I'll just slip it in that I'd like to change it and then-"

"Then they're realise I let you look at my notebooks and stuff and then I won't be trusted to hold the information of the strategy again!" Charles knew he messed up. She'd never been this angry with him before so he must have done something bad for her to get this anggrivated with him. "Y/n-" She stopped him. "No, save it! I don't want to hear anything you have to say for the rest of the day!" and with that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out quickly with Charles following behind.

Charles watched as Y/n typed away at her computer with her headset on, taking notes as to what Mattia was saying he wanted in the pre race briefing. "So pit Carlos a lap earlier depending on the position of the car behind, yes?" she asked. Mattia nodded and there she went typing again. Charles smiled at her. She looked so effortlessly beautiful. He had never seen such perfection before in his entire li-

"Do you want to change your strategy at all Charles?" Mattia asked. Charles looked over to his girlfriend at Mattia's right. She looked disappointed, angry and upset all at the same time. Charles felt horrible. "No, I'm happy. As long as I can get good points I don't care." Y/n blinked a few times in disbelief as to what she was hearing. "Okay, briefing is finished. Let's get ready for the race." Mattia announced before everyone got up and began to leave. Charles left first, not looking back for Y/n. He didn't expect her to forgive him so quickly. What he did was out of pocket and just horrible. "Charles!" He looked back and saw Y/n jogging over towards him, a smile visible through her mask. "What are you smiling for?" he asked. She threw her arms around his neck and jumped up into his arms. Charles laughed and held her up. "Thank you." She whispered. "Anytime mon cœur. Now, shall we go and prepare for the race or stay like this?" He joked, letting her down. "Let's go do this thing." and so, the pair walked into the ferrari garage, hand in hand, ready for the task at hand.

[therealestgalthereis]

Can you do any x reader headcanons for the neighbors or Bing and Larry? (You don’t have to do both ofc! ^^) Hope you have a good day!

OMSDGUYGS YES HOLY SHIT I LOVE THE SILLIES!!! ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻ Eduardo You thought highschool was bad enough? Now long out of it you have to deal with this guy - basically a sterotypical highschool bully, as an adult. Despite his rude attituide, he really does love you Loves making fun of Edd with you, or ranting about a good insult he had thrown at him. If you didn't know how to cook (like as in you would die without takeout kind of don't know how to cook) he would teach you how to make simple dishes Protective as HELL. Like, if he sees someone bothering you he's glaring at them, and if they don't get the hint he's yelling at them to leave you alone Would get jealous pretty easily Oddly loving at some times ��� ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Mark Like Eduardo can be compared to a Disney bully, but it more laid back than Eduardo LOVES cooking for you When he gets jealous it's pretty hard to tell, but he will try and one-up whoever he's jealous about. "You're.. talking to them? Why look at them? There is no way they're worth your time. I mean, like - what is that outfit anyways..? I swear they got it from the Dollar General." "Mark wtf" Would brush your hair for you, stuff like that Movie nights<3 — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Jon Defiently the sweetest out of the neighbours, but I wouldn't say he's exactly the nicest guy out there (Is super kind/nice to you obvi tho<3) I'd see him like buying you stuff, giving little gifts Would ADORE making fun of people behind their backs with you, pointing and jeering at them quietly, mostly in hopes of making you laugh "Do you still love me?" questions 10x a week fr Loves doing house chores with you Love language would totally be quality time (canon I'm the rocket that killed him) — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Bing Runs up to you happily and shows you his latest invention Loves creating evil schemes with you<3 Devious asf If you don't like a certain weather bro will 100% make an invention to fucking change it "Awh, it's [weather].." "Give me two seconds." Would love going on walks with you Forces you to watch him make things (unless you really hate it then he'll leave you alone) — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — Larry Most senseable out of.. EVERYONE. Takes care of you when you're sick, feeling upset Almost fatherly sometimes Romantic dinners>>>>>>>>>>> He looks like he'd write poetry. Done with everyone's shit Like Jon would totally make fun of people behind their backs with you COOKS FOR YOU FR

[cult-of-the-eye]

i think I met the love of my life yesterday, we were at a zoo and this woman who worked there came up to us and she had colourful hair and cool twisty black earrings and she wooed me with animal facts such as tortoises are indestructible menaces and snakes give birth to their young and just kinda leave them alone and she let me informally name their snake eduardo and then wrote it down on the clipboard so it was sort of formal a little bit and I'll think about her forever maybe this cute woman who called the anaconda a thick boi and chatted to me and my friend at the zoo for like half an hour about reptiles

[fujosh1dreamer]

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur season 2!!!

Alright so episode 12 of mgadd was the school dance episode and I have some thoughts.

This applies mostly to this specific episode but some of it applies to the whole season so far. I understand and appreciate the overall message being conveyed by the episode. About how you should start dating when you're comfortable and how there's no rush.

However the message gets undermined by the simple fact the Marvin exists to be Lunellas love interest.

I don't dislike Marvin but him being exactly like Lunella is annoying. I don't like it and this happens a lot, when shows introduce a love interest who is exactly like the main character.

Once again nothing against Marvin but it's just annoying. Especially since it is the second season. If you want a character to have a love interest introduce them in season 1.

I get it they're both socially awkward and Don't understand social ques but still they're the same person only difference being one is a boy and the other is a girl. Marvin being an alien with daddy issues was interesting until it gets resolved immediately. Other wise these two have no conflict and no obstacles to overcome they're boring.

Now onto my personal gripe about the episode in question.

They did my boy eduardo dirty.

Why???

Eduardo has been a reoccurring background character since the very first episode. Now I've never shipped him with Lu but it was established early on that he had a crush on her.

If ed was a bully type character then I wouldn't care about him. But that's not his archetype he's a misunderstood class clown.

This is episode 12 of season 2 and this is our first time even hearing him speak. Reminder Marvin was introduced in like episode 4 or something. In the episode Lunellas friends tell her she should go with them as a group to the dance, but when they all end up with dates Lu feels left out and also tries to find a date. And she asks out Eduardo who tells her he's already been asked.

It has a very cute sequence where he images them as sailormoon and tuxedo mask.

In the end Lunella goes alone which is fine. Her outfit is very cute. Then Marvin shows up and we get jealous Eduardo. I also want to say that Mar didn't show up to be her date to the dance he needed help. Anyway Ed is jealous and upset everytime we see him on screen.

Which I really hope isn't what his character is going to be boiled down to especially after they developed him so well in season 1. I don't want him and Lu to end up together I just want this character to have the respect that it had in season 1 instead of making him miserable.

Just look at who he's at the dance with that terrible blonde girl who insulted Lunellas hair in season 1.

I just can't get behind Lunella and Marvin because it feels forced and rushed. It's annoying that they just made a carbon copy of Lu for a love interest. That's kind of lazy.

Otherwise the season has been fun so far.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

⚖️Masterlist⚖️

Fics are in red

Drabbles are in blue

HCs are in green

Shitposts/Miscellaneous are in pink

Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca

Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill/Gene Takovic

Outed

Terms of Employment

Breeding Kink

Remote Control Vibrator

Gene Takovic

FTM Chaser

Hair Pulling

Gender Neutral Reader Assistant

Closing Time

Kitten Petplay

Take the Edge Off

Positive Reinforcement

Jimmy McGill x FTM!Reader

Dom!Reader x Sub!Jimmy

Piss Kink

Slip of the Tongue

Watersports Sub Jimmy

Buttslut Jimmy McGill

Lunch Break

NSFW Alphabet

Saul + Lalo teaching Reader to suck dick

More Piss Kink

Did I stutter?

VCH Piercing

Mike watching Reader/Jimmy in the parking garage

Chaser Jimmy being gross

Chicanerous

First Time for Everything

Rimmy McGill

Gustavo “Gus” Fring

Meeting GenderNeutral!Reader (SFW)

Brat Taming

Tug of War (Lalo x Reader x Gus)

Obedience Training

Box Cutter

Dubcon/Intox/Degradation

Jesse Pinkman

Psychedelic

Orgasm Denial/Wetting

Misery Loves Company

Are We There Yet? (Jesse x Reader x Mike)

Tuco Salamanca

General HCs

Tuco x Younger Feminine Boyfriend

Brandon "Badger" Mayhew

FTM!Reader

Splash Zone

Howard Hamlin

Take Control

Lalo x Reader x Howard

Breeding Kink

Kim Wexler

Mommy Kink

Nacho Varga

Bear Witness (Lalo x Reader x Nacho) 2

General HCs

Nacho's Childhood (SFW)

Mike Ehrmantraut

Rise and Shine

Are We There Yet? (Jesse x Reader x Mike)

Mike watching Reader/Jimmy in the parking garage

Sit Still

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Front

Upstairs Neighbor

Joel Miller x FTM!Reader

Breeding/Anal

Butt Stuff

Burning Rage

Breeding Kink

Talking you through anal

Old Man Dick

[tiktaalic]

Just watched Social Network for the first time. I get it now. I understand why I've seen 2000+ Tumblr posts trying to capture the Experience of that film. I understand why I've alternately seen it hailed as a watershed cinema masterpiece that exposes silicon valley for the asshole boys club it is and also as a film that fundamentally misunderstands what it takes to succeed in silicon valley and also as the funniest fucking gay tragedy ever put to screen. And they're ALL correct. In the midst of this film about people who feel a vague twinge of human emotion once a year, Andrew Garfield bravely experiences Shakespearian earthquakes of the soul over *checks notes* Mark Zuckerberg. I laughed harder than I've laughed at a film in years. I was earnestly told by the images on my screen to feel sad for the silicon valley brain-geniuses because the poor dears lose all true human connection on account of their being the worst people you've ever heard of in response to the hardship of suffering nothing ever at all. Edwardo pulled that 'you love Gatsby because Nick loves him' shit so fucking hard that two or three times I was tricked into a glimpse of emotion about the curly-haired fucktwat on my screen before recalling that said fucktwat is *checks notes again* MARK. ZUCKERBERG. At which I'd feel like the butt of a cosmic joke but couldn't even be mad about it because it was in fact the funniest shit I'd ever experienced. After two hours of watching the most obnoxious piece of shit you've ever seen in your life the film pulls an honest-to-goodness 'he's not an asshole' about *checks notes again because surely that can't be right* WAR CRIMINAL MARK ZUCKERBERG. It is, and please know I say this without irony: a good film.

INTERESTING. I don’t think it tries to make you sympathize with mark at all. I thought it had a very…. Not as far as an anti zuck stance. But a mark zuckerberg sowing haha this rules mark zuckerberg reaping well this sucks. What the fuck. Stance. Very Pyrrhic victory rich asshole on rich asshole crime you won at what cost. Stance. Edwardo was in love with him though. I cannot dispute this. The only people who dredge any sympathy out of me are Rooney mara (mark zuckerberg’s ex) and Eduardo saverin (mark zuckerberg’s ex) because Rooney mara voice I was nice to you mark don’t torture me for it. And then he did. I really am well and truly shocked that nobody got sued over that movie. Becuase mark Zuckerberg sucjs so bad in there. BEAUTIFUL flick though. I’ve seen it several times. Incredible soundtrack. I never get tired of watching the drift apart build into an explosion which culminates in mark sitting in an empty room alone with a computer comma hated. Like I watch the social network and I’m like oh it’s about the social media company they made up for their movie. With character types that are meant to round out a cast and plot rather than reflect any real world people. I love it I’ve watched it 3 times this year. My cocomelon