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adrienneleclerc · 7 months

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Hips Don't Lie part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N invites Henry Cavill to a carne asada after a month of dating

Warning: probably some stereotypical Latina/Mexican things because I'm half Mexican, no translated Spanish, unwanted comments from an aunt about weight (for me it’s with my mom) and about Henry, spelling and grammar errors

After a month of dating, Henry and Y/N were at his place, they were cooking tallarines saltado. Everything was going well and Y/N got a text.

“Give me a minute, guapo.” Y/N said, washing her hands to check her phone. It was a text from her mom. “Hey Henry, how do you feel about going to a carne asada? It’s this weekend, I know it’s a little soon to be meeting my parents, but I really don’t want to go alone.”

“Darling, it’s fine, I’ll go with you to the barbecue.” Henry said. He put the cut up steak into a pan to cook it along with the onions and tomatoes. “Why don’t you want to go alone?”

“Because my mom and my aunts are all going to be like ‘y el novio?’ Like I’m 32, not married or engaged, in their eyes…something is wrong. So please, my handsome British boyfriend, come with me to the carne asada.” Y/N practically begged, having her hands together in a praying motion.

“Yes, my tiny dancer, I’ll go to the carne asada.” Henry said, kissing her forehead and she was pouting with her arms crossed.

“I am not tiny, You’re just big.” Y/N said and her eyes widened at the last part of her sentence.

“In more ways than one.” Henry winked and kissed her. “Do we have to bring anything?” Y/N looked at him in a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way. “Sorry, what are we bringing?”

“That’s better, and that depends. My mom usually makes her agua de Jamaica which is hibiscus water, don’t ask how it got the name, and red rice. Obviously my uncles bring the meat, um, I’m thinking, someone usually brings dessert which is like fruit salad and cookies, uh, carajo, no puedo pensar. Okay, I got it, we can make alfajores and picarones, mainly because I crave it.” Y/N said,

“What about really food? Should we bring macaroni salad?” Henry asked

“Never in my life have I ever seen macaroni salad at these carne asadas (I’m using my own experiences, obviously). We could make pasta though and like that we could eat some before we go and the rest we take it there.” Y/N said.

“Why would we eat before we go to the carne asada if we’re going to eat there?” Henry asked.

“Ay, amorcito, there’s so much You need to learn. Just in case there’s something you don’t like, and they never really start grilling right when you come in, it’s usually an hour after everyone’s there so you won’t be starving.” Y/N said.

“Alright, I’ll make the list so we can go shopping tomorrow. Now, I know this is going to be a stupid question, but what do I wear?” Henry asked.

“It’s not stupid at all. So again, my mom taught to dress presentable for whatever ‘event’ so like dress semi formal but summery.” Y/N said and Henry looked at her confused. “Just wear your khaki pants your navy or light blue button down.” Henry nodded.

It was the night before the carne asada and Y/N and Henry were in Y/N’s kitchen, their dessert is chilling, her dog Concha laying down in her bed (any breed you want), and they’re going over the family tree.

“Yeimy is my favorite cousin, she’s a music producer, love her to death. Then we have Juan Luis, Yeimy’s brother, kinda mujeriego, me entiendes, very fuckboy, but he’s a lawyer so we’re friendly. There’s my Tia chela, but you have to call her Graciela until she says you can call her Chela. Now Chela comments on my weight, a lot more than my mom does pero eso es otra cosa aparte.” Y/N said, showing pictures of each family member to Henry.

“Okay…who is Veronica?” Henry asked.

“She’s my mom’s friend from church, I don’t think she’ll be here though, she’s in Colombia.” Y/N said, looking for her photo to show him.

“And we’re going to your mom’s house for the carne asada?” Henry asked.

“Yes, I got her a house with a nice yard, my dad has the grill with the charcoal y todo. Now if there’s anything special that you want to drink or eat, get it tomorrow morning, we have to be there at 2.” Y/N said, now cleaning up the kitchen. So are you staying the night so you can help me with everything or are you coming here early in the morning?”

“I got all stuff in my car, I’m staying the night. I’ll just bring it in.” Henry said, he opened the door to leave and Concha got up from her bed to leave with Henry. “Nope, not you, just me.”

The day of the carne asada, Henry was in the driving with Y/N carrying the alfajores and picarones, the pasta in the backseat with Concha chilling so she could see her cousins. Y/N was wearing a sundress with wedge sandals.

“Okay, when you go in your obviously say hello to everyone, depending on whether the women of my family lean in, it’s a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s not a real kiss, it’s more of a cheek touch and the kiss sound, and with the men, again, obviously a handshake.” Y/N reminded him.

“Darling, I know everything, please relax.” Henry said.

“I cant relax, they never met any of my partners before.” Y/N said.

“Well i feel very special now.” Henry said.

“You should.” Y/N said.

Henry parked on the street, they go out of the car, Henry helping Y/N with the food as she put Concha on a leash so they could go to the house.

“Mami, ya llegamos!” Y/N yelled as she opened the gate to enter the yard.

“Ay Y/N, mi niña, cómo estás, amor? Y trajiste a supermán! Sabía que tenías amigos famosos pero nunca pensé de esta altura.” Y/N’s mom, Carolina, said.

“Ah mami, él se llama Henry, es mi novio, pero habla inglés, por favor.” Y/N told her mom.

“Oh my god, Henry, it’s so good to meet you. Finally my daughter has a boyfriend!” Carolina said and Y/N looked away to roll her eyes (because who the hell rolls their eyes in front of the their mothers, right?) “Princesa, has subido de peso? Te está saliendo un poquito la panza, no? Bueno, deja toda la comida en las mesa que no falta poco para llegar lo demás gente.” Carolina said and walked away to get paper plates and plastic utensils for everyone.

“What did she tell you?” Henry asked,

“Nothing it doesn’t matter, just put the food on the table, okay? Come on, Concha, let’s take you out your harness.” Y/N said and placed the food on the table to let her dog loose and Concha started running on the grass with Carolina’s cavalier King Charles spaniel, Honey. A few minutes, the cousins came, there was Yeimy, Juan Luis, Fabian (Peluche) and his wife Cecilia (Chiquis), Irma and her husband Erick, María José and her husband Diego, Alfonso (Poncho), and Maite.

“Prima, que bueno verte! Ooh, look at you, love the dress, you look so good.” Irma said, letting her Maltese, Cinnamon, off leash, Cinnamon ran to Concha.

“My mom didn’t think so, que bueno verte.” Y/N said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Ay, no la escuchas, you look Great.” Yeimy said, placing what she brought on the table as well.

“Quien es el güerito?” Peluche asked, letting his german shepherd, Roscoe, off his leash

“Ay Peluche, mira quien habla de güerito. Anyway, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Henry.” Y/N introduced Henry.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” As Y/N told him, Henry greeted the girl cousins with a hug and let them kiss his cheek while shaking hands with the boy cousins.

“You landed Superman? The Witcher? How did you do that?” Maite asked. Y/N was going to answer but the tias and tíos came in as well.

“Hola hola! Carolina, ya llegamos! A ver, gordita, arrímate otra mesa, si?” Tía Chela told Y/N and Y/N did as she was told, she pulled another table to they could also place the food. Henry was saying hello to everyone. “Y mija, segura que es fiel? Como que es muy guapo, ha trabajado con mujeres como tú amiga Eiza, con la mujer maravilla, no sé, me parece raro que esté contigo.”

“Ay mamá, deja de escupir tu veneno a ella, ve con mi papá que está juntado al heladera para las bebidas.” María José said and Chela left reluctantly.

“Thanks, Majo.” Y/N said,

“I grew up with her criticizing me, can’t have her do the same to you. Look at us, we’re in our 30s and we still care about what our mothers say.” Majo said,

“Eso nunca va a cambiar.” Y/N said and she walked back to Henry where he was listening to her Tío Juancho (Juan Camilo) telling a story about his camping trip.

“Hey, pececita, I was just telling your boyfriend about the time I went camping,” Juancho said, hugging and kissing Y/N.

“So glad you’re back, love.” Henry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Oye Henry’s ven conmigo un momento, come with me.” Y/N’s dad, Carlos, told Henry, tapping his shoulder.

“Papi, que vas a hacer?” Y/N asked.

“Nada mija, es como male bonding, help me grill, Superman.” Carlos said.

“Papi!” Y/N whined.

“Ve con tus primos, princesa.” Carlos said.

“It’s alright, maybe it’s a good thing.” Henry said, kissing Y/N to ease her worries. Henry went with Carlos to the grilled, grabbing the tray of seasoned meats to cook.

“So, Superman, how long have you been dating my daughter?” Carlos asked, sipping a bit of modelo beer.

“Not long, a month.” Henry answered.

“You think of dating her for longer?” Carlos asked.

“Of course, sir.” Henry said,

“Ah, escucha eso, ‘sir’, mira que respetuoso me salió. Listen, Y/N is a good girl, she worked hard in her music, bought this house for me y mi mujer, and if you break her heart or hurt her in anyway, I know some people.” Carlos threatened and Henry got paler.

Carlos laughed. “Ah, te estoy vacilando, it was a joke, you seem like a good person, you know how to grill?” Henry let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, yes, I know how to grill.” Henry said.

“Good, pass me the orange container, it has the ribs.” Carlos said. Henry did what he was told and gave Y/N a thumbs up. Y/N gave him one back.

“You think your güero can eat what we brought?” Diego asked.

“Let’s hope so, as long as he doesn’t add salsa, it should be fine.” Y/N said. She looked over to where Henry was grilling with her dad, they’re gonna last, maybe not forever, but they would totally last.

Everyone was eating.

“Mija, te salió muy bien la pasta.” Carolina said.

“Gracias, me ayudó Henry también.” Y/N said, making sure she knew.

“Who knew you could cook, Henry, and with seasoning.” Carolina said, sitting down to eat. Henry looked at Y/N and she put her hands up in surrender. Everyone was serving themselves until.

“Haz platos para sus hombres también, que no se te olvide.” Chelis announced.

“Ay mamá, mas anticuada no puedes ser, ellos tienen manos, que se sirven solos.” Majo told her mom.

“Whats happening?” Henry whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“Do you see why I couldn’t come here alone? Just don’t serve yourself any salsa, the sauces are usually very spicy, the rest should be good to eat. There’s tacos dorados that have potatoes, some are chicken, others are beans, it’s a surprise. Take one of each, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Y/N whispered back to him. Everyone serves their own plate porque así debe ser, and they were all chatting, mainly trying to get to know Henry.

“So Henry, You’re a good looking man, why are you here with Y/N? I’m sure you can do a lot better.” Chela said and Majo states at her mom and mouthed her apology to Y/N.

“Has she been telling you this the entire time? Asking why I’m here with you?” Henry asked Y/N and Y/N just nodded. Henry stood up from his seat. “Listen, Graciela, I fell for Y/N the moment I saw her, I don’t know what you have been telling her since we got here but I have had enough. She didn’t want to come here alone and now I know why. If she shows up alone, you’ll ask why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she shows up with me, you ask her why I’m here with her, that’s enough.” Henry said, Y/N pulled his arm to sit him back down.

“Perdón, Y/N, que Pena contigo.” Chela said and Y/N just nodded, it was nice to have someone other than her cousins defend her. “I’m sorry to you too, Henry.” Henry nodded his head and everyone continued eating. By the time they were finished, they went their “separate ways”.

In the carne asada, there were 3 sections, where the cousins were talking about their memories, what they’ve been up to. The aunts and her mom were talking about neighborhood gossip and about their kids. And of course the uncles and her dad drinking and talking about whatever.

“How did you and Henry meet?” Maite asked again.

“Well my coworker Eiza wanted to set me up with her, saying she was going to be at the after party. I didn’t want to be set up but when I went to the after party, I saw this beautiful woman dancing like she was the only one in the room, she captured everyone’s attention, including mine. Eiza noticed I was staring at the dancer and it turned out to be Y/N so Eiza called her over and there you have it.” Henry told them.

“Mira eso, prima, lo dejaste embobado desde el primer momento.” Ponchó said, petting Concha that went up to him.

“Así es, I thank our parents for playing Shakira when we were growing up.” Y/N said, raising her beer bottle to toast.

“Speaking of Shakira, how did you dance when he spotted you?” Chiquis asked, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth speaker that Peluche carried. It started playing the song ‘hips don’t lie’ and everyone was cheering ‘oh’.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show y’all.” Y/N said, getting up from her chair, handing Henry her beer. “It was something like this.”

Everyone was cheering, Henry was whistling, they were just having a good time.

“Pero ya, i guess that’s how Henry fell for me.” Y/N said, sitting on Henry’s lap now, taking her beer form his hand.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Henry kissed her.

“Mira Que lindo, pero no sé comen delante de los pobres.” Juan Luis said, sipping his beer.

“No que tienes novia, hermano?” Yeimy asked.

“Pero no está aquí, boba.” Juan Luis said.

“Wait Henry, why did you really like my dancing?” Y/N asked.

“You want the really answer or the savory answer?” Henry asked and Y/N hit his chest playfully. “Alright, alright, you were having fun, I wanted to be with someone I could have fun with. That, and the way you moved your hips gave me an idea of how you would be in other activities.” Henry smirked and Y/N laughed.

“Ay, you’re so dirty.” Y/N said, placing her head in the crook of his neck. “How you like my family?”

“I think I could come over more often, if you invite me, of course.” Henry said.

“Of course.” Y/N repeated and they kissed, his hands on her waist.

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that-one-enby-ranger · 1 month

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It's John Richard Deacon's birthday today so that means its time to yap about him so get ready

First of all, I fucking love this man. This man is amazing and has got to be one of the best people I have had the pleasure of knowing about. He is an amazing player, and even though I will admit he is probably not THE best, he is still, in my opinion, one of the best, and will always be my favourite.

This man is such a talented musician and I hate how underrated he is. He is one of the less open members of the band and is not as public, and of course isn't like Freddie, so he is often forgotten about by people who pay more attention to the music instead of the band themselves. He has written great songs for Queen which include Another One Bites The Dust, I Want To Break Free, You're My Best Friend (which he wrote for his wife and I find that so cute), wrote the bass line for Under Pressure (and then forgot it while getting pizza but lets not talk about that), Friends Will be Friends, Spread Your Wings and others

And then he has songs which are extremely underrated in my opinion because they are fucking GREAT. Misfire (great lyrics, truly poetic, can't believe someone could come up with such great words and meanings), In Only Seven Days, You and I, If You Can't Beat Them, One Year of Love, and I don't care what anyone else says I like Back Chat. He wrote other songs as well. Even though he didn't write as many songs as the other members did, he still wrote songs, some of which went on to be massive hits, and he still contributed a lot to the band.

There's a reason why the rest of the band chose him as their bass player. They tried out multiple different bass players and none of them worked out. Then they met John and boom they had the best bass player they could ask for.

John also knew engineering, and he is an electronics engineer by training. He created his own amplifier in 1972 and it is called the Deacy amp. That's fucking cool. I'm not an engineer of any kind, but I would guess that's pretty impressive.

THIS MAN IS A FUCKING FAMILY MAN. He loves his family so much and it is so sweet. His wife's name is Veronica and in an interview (I'm pretty sure it was an interview they did for The Miracle album) he said that one of his favourite songs was a song called Veronica or something like that because it was the name of his wife. He also has six kids which is pretty badass if you ask me. Plus he wrote You're My Best Friend for his wife and that is super fucking sweet especially if you listen to the lyrics and remember that he wrote that for her. "Ooo, you make me live."

We joke about John being the cute baby of the band, and even though he is adorable, he is also a complete badass and I love him for it. According to Brian May, John could make you want to crawl into a ball and die with just a couple sentences. That wasn't a direct quote but it was something similar. There was one time when the band were out recording for an album or something like that, I can't remember the specifics, but John pretty much just fucked off and went to Bali, and left a note on his bass case saying that he went to Bali. He wrote Misfire. He used to throw peanuts into Brian's hair while he was playing his guitar solos at concerts. He learnt to play the double bass in two days because Brian told him as a joke that he would need it to play '39 even though he didn't. He had tons of stitches in his hand from smashing through glass when he was drunk or something and he still played a gig. A photographer couldn't do a photoshoot for Queen so they payed John to do it and he tried to take pictures of Roger's ass. I'm like 80% sure it was Roger I can't really remember. This is just the stuff I can think of at the top of my head by the way, this isn't even all of it. If I could be bothered to get my phone and look through Queen folder to try and find all this shit then I could add more but I'm lazy. By the way, I haven't fact checked any of this shit and I am definetely not going to, this is just shit I've heard, so some of it may not even be true, but I don't care, I like to think it is.

He is the most quite and reserved of the band, especially when it comes to the public and I absolutely repsect that. Just because he's apart of one of the most famous bands in the world does not mean he has to be public outside of that. He didn't have too much attention put on to him during shows, and I can only assume he liked it like that, but he still had his own little prescensse and I love him for it. He had a little cocktail bar behind his amp ad during concerts he would be constantly going back to get drinks, so throughout the show he would be getting more and more drunk and would be getting more hyper most likely. During concerts he did little disco moves and dances and it was the best seeing him hop around in his own little area and do his own little thing.

HIS DECISION TO LEAVE QUEEN AFTER FREDDIE DIED WAS COMPLETELY VALID AND ANYONE WHO DISAGRESS CAN GO TO HELL. I heard somewhere that part of the reason why he didn't want to carry on wasn't just because of Freddie, but was also because when Freddie was with them, he felt that most of the attention would be on Freddie, but after he died, he felt that more attention would be on him and he didn't like that, and honestly that is completely fine and he can decide what he wants to do. He cared so much about Freddie and he apparently cried before going on stage for the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert and he should not have to carry on with something if he doesn't want to do it

John is such a silly cutie. They all are. But today we focusing on John. I'm writing this while watching John clips and he is so cute and such a silly underrated guy.

Also, I noticed the John Deacon tag here only has like 7.something K followers and THAT IS CRIMINAL HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT

He did the triangle in killer queen and that is the reason he has a microphone and I found that so fucking funny.

There is so much more I could write about him, but Im gonna stop now because I'm only half focusing on my deacy clips and he deserves more attention so I'm gonna watch that

Here have some photos:

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y2ksnowglobe · 7 months

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I love the dissonance that happens when the players have a different interpretation of certain characters than Anthony and you can tell.

Like Veronica Marlowe, I love her, but she formed a band as a teen and yet won't let Scary play guitar? She's fairly chill about Scary running off to Seattle but has an opinion on torn up jeans?

But the dissonance can be fun! I'm sitting here poking it like it's a stir fry and listening to it sizzle.

So...now that I've let it cook, I present: Some Veronica Marlowe head canons.

We see in Hell, the projection version of Scary's dad asking for money, due to her past history of lending him money when she probably couldn't afford it means that money is tight in the Marlowe household.

Having her ex depend on her for money in the past means she feels really uncomfortable with Terry Jr. helping out with the finances. So when it comes to things for herself or for Scary, Veronica wants the money to be from her own account.

This is probably why Terry had to tell her where he hid the "in case I die" money, because she wasn't going to be okay dipping into any of his cash while he was alive.

And if you think Scary is going to accept any gift from Terry Jr. if he decides to buy things out of his own money, that's not a thing.

So she sees Scary's rebel phase and recognizes it as something similar to what she went through, and is pretty sure it's not going to last a particularly long time. So is she going to dish out for a guitar and private lessons from her own tight budget when she can't be sure Scary will even still be interested in guitar in five months? She can, however, handle renting a cello and knowing that Scary will be able to get free lessons in Orchestra at school.

Money is tight and you can't untear jeans. She doesn't want to have to buy a whole new bunch of pants when Scary decides she's over the goth thing. Scary only recently finished a massive growth spurt and those pants were supposed to last!

Not spending money on a tongue piercing that probably isn't going to be a thing her daughter will want later (and add a dash of the same reasons Freddie's dad says it's a bad idea to get piercings around the mouth and nose.)

So in essence, these are not a conflict in values, per se. It's a financial problem getting in the way of a situation that Veronica otherwise would probably be very willing to empathize with her daughter over.

*cracks knuckles* Now did I really need to take the time to make those things line up? No, but it's fun and helps flesh out a character with a shameful lack of air time.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #veronica marlowe #terry jr stampler #scary marlowe

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crystallizedday · 4 months

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Got inspired to do this thanks to a post by @gazumirei

So uh

Yeah

Heathers Demongo

Or I guess in this case

Demongo as Veronica

Cause of the blue

I dunno. I only recently learned the gist of this musical, so KWNWOSMSOXKSOXK

Have these cute lil doodles too.

… no but for real

My version of this fiery fuck would probably love this franchise.

I basically cranked his theater kid attitude to 11. Of course he would adore this shit KWNWOSKOSSMSOXKOCKCOK

#Demongo #demongo samurai jack #samurai Jack #heathers #heathers musical #cd art #cd artwork #I love coming up with excuses to put Demongo in various outfits Aiajwoskosxkok #it pleases the lesbian in me IWMQOSMSOXKSOXKDOKC

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testedcatdraws · 11 days

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Thoughts on DRDT chapter 2 episode 13 (spoilers)

Now we have everyone's secrets, and they all are useless to solving the particular case.

With Xander's secret I'm guessing he's a traitor, which would explain why David asked if you would sacrifice 16 people for 1 person. Xander probably attacked Teruko because the mastermind told him to, the mastermind might've threatened one of Xander's family members or friends. That being said, why would the mastermind target Teruko? All I could think is maybe Teruko's talent is to unpredictable? Or Teruko's was involved in Mai's death in some way, since due to Mai being referred to in past tense it could imply that she's dead. Teruko could've accidentally had Mai die just due to her talent, that's probably also what happened to Teruko's family. Basically, kinda like Nagito's backstory!

I have no clue why Xander would be involved in the killing game, so I'll just skip over that until it's explained later.

And now there's Levi, he probably has some kind of personality disorder, like ASPD. Don't know for sure which one, I do know ASPD can lesson your empathy but I don't know if it can make you not feel empathy at all. This is assuming his disorder isn't made up that is. Levi seems to be trying to be a good person though, which is better then his past I guess, though he doesn't know exactly how.

Now, what David said about Arei, he lied. Arei had a hull one sided conversation (or if David did comment he didn't think about it) but David lied to Eden. Arei even held David's hand and said they could be friends. and that Eden CG? WTF is going on there? I do not have any clue. David probably didn't say anything due to how much the memory hurt, or he just didn't feel like saying it for some reason?

Now, we know the killing method, carousel! Quite creative, though I wonder what other murder could Teruko be talking about? Maybe I forgot a detail in the episodes cus I don't recall seeing this murder method, unless Teruko's talking about the horror movie she saw but she watched it with Veronica not Eden.

Then there's Nico, what is suspicious about Nico? Or is this about Nico trying to kill Ace? I don't have any clue honestly ._.

That's all!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #danganronpa #fanganronpa #fangan

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hardly-an-escape · 1 year

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Bleach | Dream/Hob | 1067 words | rated G for @domaystic day 07: stained clothes

tags: retired Dream, laundry mishaps, tooth rotting fluff, religious Hob Gadling (but only incidentally), Dream is learning how to human, Hob Gadling is a good boyfriend

Hob looks mournfully at the sweater in his hands and gives the spot another little scrub. It’s futile. He knows it’s futile. He’s been doing his own laundry for about a hundred years by now, after all. Still, he rubs halfheartedly at the spot, just one more time. Just in case.

You never know, do you. Miracles still happen. Some of them could be laundry-related miracles, possibly. There’s probably a patron saint of doing the wash. Hob casts his mind wildly back to catechism classes of centuries past. Veronica, maybe? The story with the veil? Or Clare of Assisi – had the Poor Clares been laundresses or is he thinking of a different order? He sighs and offers a quick prayer to both of them. Just in case.

He may not have been to church in a month and a half, and he hasn’t been Catholic since the 16th century, but every little bit helps. He sighs again and scrubs at the bleach stain, which doesn’t look back at him accusingly so much as it simply exists, accusingly, on the sleeve of Dream’s softest, most favorite black cardigan.

The front door of their flat bangs open and he hears the jingle of keys and the thump of Dream’s shoes being deposited on the boot tray.

“I’m back! They didn’t have the tea we usually buy,” Dream’s voice calls down the hall. “So I got Barry’s instead. Is that alright? I couldn’t remember if you like that brand or not. Why are there so many kinds of tea, Hob? I stood there looking at the shelf for ten minutes. You’d think at some point humanity would have said, oh, I think we have enough kinds of tea now, but –” he trails off as he begins to put the shopping away, his dear, deep voice disappearing in the rustle of shopping bags and the rattle of cabinet doors.

Hob walks slowly down the hallway from the airing cupboard to the kitchen, sweater held in both hands before him, feeling like nothing so much as a man carrying the body of a beloved pet cat to its owner.

It isn’t that Dream will be angry – far from it, in fact. Dream will be, as he always is, endearingly grateful for the fact that Hob does his laundry, as he is for all the little caretaking tasks that Hob has taken on as Dream learns to be human. It’s just that now, as he learns to be human, Dream’s emotions lie so close to the surface. He feels everything with the depth and intensity of a child: pride when he successfully does the shopping, pain when he stubs a toe or burns a finger on the kettle.

Disappointment, when something goes wrong. Sadness, at a loss or a failure.

Hob has watched him weep over a broken teacup and crow with utter joy after winning a game of cards. And this was his best sweater, his softest, most favorite cardigan, one of the first pieces of clothing that had truly been his. A cardigan Dream had chosen, thoughtfully, in the department store; not just stolen or adopted by osmosis from Hob’s wardrobe. Which now sports an accusing, unmissable bleach stain right on the upper side of the left sleeve.

Dream pauses in his activity when Hob appears in the doorway.

“What’s wrong?” he asks immediately, seeing the look on Hob’s face. “What happened? Are you hurt? I can’t take you to A&E, I’m not allowed to drive the car yet. Hob? What’s wrong?”

“It’s your sweater,” Hob says dismally, holding it up for inspection. “It’s got bleach on it.”

Dream makes an adorable, sad little noise and gathers up the cardigan, cradling it like a wounded animal.

“I don’t know how it happened,” Hob says, not meeting his gaze. “I did that load of towels and socks yesterday, I must’ve spilled some bleach on the edge of the washer when I added it, and I guess the sleeve got dragged through it somehow when I put the colds in this morning, and I am so sorry, love, I know it’s your favorite and I will buy you a new one,” he rushes on, “I will buy you six identical sweaters so this never happens again, I –”

“Hob.”

Dream’s voice can still, at times, attain a certain measure of its former power and gravitas, through mere timbre alone. Hob’s eyes immediately snap up to meet his gaze. Dream’s eyes are huge and blue and watery and human and still the most beautiful thing Hob has ever seen in his long life.

“Hob.” More gently now. “It is just a sweater. Why are you so worried, my love?”

“Well, I mean. It’s not just a sweater. It’s your favorite,” says Hob. “And I want you to, to have nice things. Your favorite things. I know it’s hard, to be human. It’s hard for us normal humans, and I can’t imagine how much harder it is for you sometimes, and I just… I want nice things for you. Because, because I love you,” he says lamely.

Dream looks at him for a long moment, those blue eyes glistening, and then very deliberately casts the cardigan aside onto the pile of shopping bags and steps into the open circle of Hob’s arms.

“My love,” he says tenderly into Hob’s neck. Hob sniffles a little and indulges in the softness of Dream’s hair and the smell of his shampoo. “It is just a sweater. And you may buy me another, even six, if you so wish. And you may stain every single one with bleach, many times over. It will be, as you like to say when I make mistakes, very human of you.”

He pulls back just enough to rub their noses together and murmur his next words into the warm curve of Hob’s mouth.

“I find I like being human, because I am being human with you,” he says. “And you take the best care of me that anyone ever has. And no number of stained sweaters could possibly change that, I am sure.”

“Well then. If you’re sure,” says Hob, and kisses him. “I will get you a new one if you want, though.”

“Or perhaps I will add more bleach stains. And embroidery. And sequins. I have been looking for a new art project.”

“Or that,” says Hob, and kisses him again.

#the sandman #dreamling #domaystic2023 #my writing #banged this out tonight in a fit of inspiration #wish that would happen with one of the WIPs I already have on the go

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everydayyoulovemeless · 6 months

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It’s me, the one who asked about the new vegas gang killing a predator.

I have watched alien and must know, what if they killed a Xenomorph? Or found one?

FNV Companion's Reactions to Killing a Xenomorph

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Boone is absolutely revolted by the mere sight of one and would probably just want to leave it where is so he can try and forget he ever encountered one. He doesn't need another threat in his life and would much prefer to stay ignorant of anything foreign to Earth. He'll tell you quickly that he doesn't want to talk about it, and will gesture for you to follow him far away from whatever the two of you were unfortunate enough to discover.

Arcade will start by carefully extracting its fluids and noting the most immediate habits that he noticed throughout the encounter. He's very shaky as he does so, but determined to log down as much as he can. Once he's satisfied, he'll ask you to help him bury the body and mark the location so that he and some of the other Followers can come back and study it further. Pinpointing its weakness could be life or death for the Mojave, and he'd like to be ready in case another one appears.

Raul just grimaces at the disgustingly large body of the thing you two somehow killed. The Mojave's awful as it is, and now you have whatever that was to worry about... He'll let out a defeated sigh, before cracking his neck and asking if the two of you could find a place to sit down at? Or, anywhere away from this? He's tired and he doesn't want to have to think about the encounter for any longer than he has to.

Lily doesn't even realize what happened, assuming that she must not have taken her medication for the day, and shrugs it off as nothing but a silly hallucination. She'll gently pat you're visibly distraught self on the back and ask if you're ready to get back on the road again. Similar to the Predator, she has a hard time understanding the gravity of the situation and chooses to just let the universe run its course rather than contemplate it for any longer than she has to.

Cass will shoot at it even after it's dead, just to be sure it doesn't get up. She'll spit all sorts of curses at the corpse before deciding she's had enough and is ready to move on from it all. She puts up a tough act, but the idea of those things existing strikes the fear of God into her.

Veronica is probably the only one who finds the Xenomorph to be an exciting discovery. There's so much about the creature that she and the Brotherhood could use to further develop their technology! It's a gold mine of advancements and she's ecstatic to pass all her research back to the Elder once she gets back. Maybe he'll consider sending others out when she debriefs her findings to him.

They don't care for ED-E as much since he's not human and thus, serves them no purpose. But, even if they did, ED-E wouldn't serve much help in the fight. He wouldn't know where to start at killing something like that. His sensors can't pick up on any singular familiar trait, so you're just going to have to pray that you won't need his help during the battle.

Rex, just like with the Predator, gets tense around the Xenomorphs and will continuously growl and bark at it, even while it's down. He attacked it immediately when he saw it coming close to you and will still tear bits and pieces of it off until you finally start moving away from the thing.

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malwaredykes · 3 months

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I'm so curious to know what your favorite dlc is! And if it's Old World Blues(mine too) then what's your second favorite?

AND which dlc would be Leigh's favorite experience?

i actually picked up honest hearts as the beginning of my Refreshing My Memories Of The DLCs campaign, as its been a hot minute since i last went through them.

But, yeah, old world blues is my favorite! its got its highs and lows, and for sure the quests arent The most fun, but i think its just overall really charming. sure, tonally its a bizarre addition, but thats what makes it work.

i REALLY dont like the dlcs overall though asjkhkjfhsdkj. ive complained before about what the addition of ulysses' plotline does to the games story, which is to say it cheapens it A LOT through unnecessary contrived backstory. ive also complained before about ulysses himself being suuuuch a deeply insufferable instance of Chris Avellone Character which is a shame because he couldve been awesome. i rly dig the whole "many couriers in the mojave are caesar's spies" and as far as ~legion-sympathetic companions~ go i think "ex-legion guy with a long complicated history with caesar, whos disillusioned with pretty much every existing faction, and whos just kinda weird and with experiences far removed from yours" would probably be the best way to do it. i also think jotchua graham cracker is kind of... i dont wanna say a complete disappointment because i Dont mind him being a mormon who went on to be caesar's legate and who then Found Jesus Again, i think thats kind of great and hilarious actually. obviously the way honest hearts frames it is aaaawful but the "mormon -> Outright Genocidal Fascist Leading An Imperial Campaign As In Literally Building An Empire -> born again christian who thinks hes saving everyone around him with his faith in his lord jesus christ may he save you as he saved josh" pipeline kind of rules like. yeah lmao. but aside from that as The Burned Man i just donnnnt like what hes got going on. like first of all thats not really how burn scars work. id get into more detail here wrt post-healing discomfort and scar compression but Anyway. hes just. not what i expected from a guy who got set on fire and then fell down a canyon lmao. he should be Wrecked. the explanation of how he survived is such a cop-out too and honestly the line about surviving because the fire within him etc fully deserves to be on etsy products because it absolutely is some This Is My Fight Song bullshit like its such a meme. idk. the lack of physically disabled characters in fallout has always bothered me a lot, and in this case, like, yeah the scars are disabling, he is disabled, but youd think the Falling Down A Canyon part wouldve permanently affected him too.

ANYWAY enough about that. my second favorite, if one can say that, is dead money. the characters are very likeable... the dlc itself is kind of hellish though. like its just Not Fun. but we get to meet veronica's ex gf AND dean domino and dog/god are awesome.

and as for which one leigh has the most fun in i have to say honest hearts purely because it takes part somewhere really nice. like shes loving the place She Really Needed This. whereas the other dlcs are kind of

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maria-ruta · 2 months

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💐🎵 for veronica?

link to questions meme

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

I'm not a flower expert and don't know too much about the flower meanings but,,,

I guess you could always go with Rose/s for Veronica! since she is a toreador and it's their clan symbol

she is pretty much like rose - pretty but has sharp torns and all that

BUT you could also give her Queen of the Night, because wouldn't THAT be such a flattery hoho

also fun fact

Gregory, a man who used to be a dragon (fairy chimera in the shape of red dragon, to be exact) who Veronica and Charlie had a duel with, came to Rene's house after the duel to have negotiation with and also to meet Veronica and give her a gift - an extremely poisonos flower, trapped in a glass ball. Very extravagant and expensive gift...

He said something about the flower being as beautiful as dnagerous, just like Veronica (i dont remember the exact quote lol). Because during the battle at the duel Veronica was able to notice his weak spot on his neck and was attacking him furiously there, so he probably thought of her as a dangerous oponent (he didnt know she was almost out of blood points and probably wouldnt last long unless Charlie hasn't unleashed the demon from the sword he had but shhh)

Veronica wasn't fan of him or his gift and didn't want to see his face at all but she accepted a gift anyway, because if this man was to become Rene's new buisness partner, she didn't want to make things worse

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

im also not an expert on music eitherrr fdhgfjgfjgfjfd

UNLIKE VERONICA!!!! whos very much into music! actually her toreador weakness is that she can become hypnotized/zoned out by good music! (which lead to unexpected conclusion that she either would be hypnotized by her own singing... or she doesn't consider her singing good.... so there is a little angsty note(lol) to that - Veronica never thinks her singing is good enough... because she never became a singer, how she dreamed... even tho her singing IS very good... she doesnt feel it :') )

I think Veronica likes lots of different music genres, from opera singing to rock and pop etc

i cant be specific bc im dum dum when it comes to music, singers, and music history OTL unlike Veronica! typical case of "my character is smarter than me" kind of shit hahaha

NOW TO THE SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF VERONICA HAHA YAY (ill put under read more so i dont take too much of your dash)

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the curse - as the vampirism and beast and bloodthirst and such

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love profusion - Veronica's relationship with her sire (she got them under her skin... quite literally haha). Especially fits well with the begining of it - when she was embrased and there is no resurection :')

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bye bye baby - Veronica leaves her sire and joins anarchs

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teach me to fight - her anarch years basically (also the closest of what i imagine her voice be.. i never was good at imagining character's voices alas U_U )

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shut up and drive - perfect vibes for Veronica's driving (and not only) hahaha

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cold souls - that's actually song not so much for Veronica but for her sire when he found her dying and had impulsive desision to embrace her. I wrote more about it here

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR QUESTION!!!! FINALLY I GOT TO SHARE VERONICAS SNGS WITH YOUUUU <3

#Veronica Sugar #vtm #vampire the masquerade #moore #ask #asks #music #my ocs #my art

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inosukes-boar-mask · 3 months

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My opinions on every single Rochester in season 4 because im bored as fuck and also i wanna yap yap yap a lot

(i arrange them base on who appeared first throughout the game)

Archie- honestly, i hate him because he's such a brat but at the same time i kinda felt bad because i really do think that he used to be a really good, sweet boi back then. And I know he's such a pain in the ass to deal with but honestly he doesn't deserve to be abused like that by his dad. He must've been so traumatized everytime he sees malcolm bruh (honestly if i were him i would feel the same way as well)

Rockley- a cool guy and i wish he appeared more because he's really interesting. He's one of the decent Rochesters out there. He just wanna make some chocolates and sell em. Just a funny, chill guy that i would be friends with. He's cool as fu-

Leopold- one of my favorite Rochester. He's such a nice guy and if i was in the motp world he'd be the only person that I'll trust the most. Honestly he didn't deserve to die like that. Dude's just tryna innovate Concordia and he supports it by hosting and funding world exhibition blah blah blah and also, i feel so bad for this guy. Like he just wants the Rochester name to be a good one and despite all of the atrocious stuffs his brother had done, he still didn't do bad stuff and he didn't got influenced by Horatio (fuck Horatio man all my homies hate Horatio)

Veronica- she kinda fine but damn you Veronica you're such a bad mom. Also I wonder what the fuck happened to her since she really didn't reappear after Archie's death. We didn't even know if she grieved on her son's death or she probably just didn't give a flying fuck about it. She's quite interesting though. I really wished we get to know her more and what her thoughts are about this morally corrupt family and what are her roles as Malcolm's wife.

Horatio- fuck u man fuck u. He's such a vile man and i think this old stanky dude is actually born a MENACE since the start. Like seriously??? You took advantage of those Irish and Italians to fight and kill each other. Also bribing the police and putting all of those sane, innocent, good people in the asylum just because they're interrupting your plans to establish a republic 😤😤🖕🏻 a big FUCK YOU to this guy btw. Glad Viola doesn't see him as his own father now. (Yeah i mean he also did took advantage of being Viola's dad after finding out that Viola was his illegitimate daughter and also, hanging out with your daughter just to tamper or to steal evidence??? Fuck u man)

Larry- bro's getting on my nerves and he's annoying as fuck. Like dude we get that your rich but please get your shit together you're 35 😩😩🖕🏻 also you're a freak man why would you just dissect the shit out of Sandra and steal her heart just because she offered you a job to the city hall 😩 like what kinda motive is that????

Clarissa- ehhhh idk about her I honestly don't care about her though... But yeah, I think she's either a nice and a decent person or she could be a big POS. I don't know. I'm neutral when it comes to her character and we didn't know that much about her because she got killed.

Bernadine- *plays the intro of I bet on losing dogs by Mitski* My most favorite Rochester and I also feel so sad for her. She deserves so much better.... At first I didn't like her because of how arrogant she acts in case 41. But then I felt sad for her in case 53. She feels so guilty and she blames herself for Leopold's death. Wishing that she should've warn him earlier on. She knows and had seen a lot of shit her family is doing.... This girl only just want a normal life as an aristocrat and then there's her uncle who threatens her to throw her out in the asylum and also, her older brother who's violent and has massive anger issues. She was literally at her lowest during this case and it's actually sad that one by one, she loses each of her family members. (They either go to jail or die) Also wishes that she appeared early or more though. She really is one of the most interesting Rochesters out there and she literally carries all of the burdens that she experienced in her family.

Patricia- I also felt bad for her too. She didn't deserve to suffer like that. Imagine you've been in the asylum for years. Slowly becoming more and more insane because of the environment and the doctors there.... She was thrown out there just because she's speaking up against her husband blah blah blah.... (This is why all my homies hate Horatio fuck Horatio)

Malcolm- man fuck this guy. What a big piece of shit. What a fucking pig. Bro literally cares more about his job as a senator more than the death of his own son. "He who loves his son is diligent enough to discipline him" my ass. You're just straight up beating the shit out of him. 😒 There are many other ways to discipline Archie yet this mf chose to beat the shit out of him. Also, he's so corrupt that he would do such vile things to keep himself on top and to get more power. Literally a true definition of a Machiavellian. He's also just like his uncle as well. (And I wouldn't be surprised if he also has an illegitimate child though. Like seriously though i think this could be possible since Malcolm is a regular at the brothel)

Anyways this is all i just finished my yapping session now

#criminal case #criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case game #the rochesters #archie rochester #rockley rochester #leopold rochester #veronica rochester #horatio rochester #clarissa rochester #larry rochester #bernadine rochester #patricia rochester #malcolm rochester #what is bro yappin about #yap sesh

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what-i-call-men · 1 year

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Dead Girl Walking part 3

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, squirting, mentions of bad past sexual experience

A/N: it’s finally here ya freaks lol. So many of you were requesting. Pic from : @evanpeters

part 1

part 2

tag list: @hyperharlz @targaryenluv

It had been about a day and Tate hadn’t talked to you at all. You weren’t sure how to feel honestly. You knew you’d have to move on eventually, it just was weird that it happened so suddenly. Usually he’d have blown up your phone immediately after leaving the theater, but instead you received radio silence. That being said you also haven’t heard anything from Austin either. Until today.

‘Rehearse tonight. 6 pm @ rm 125.’

You looked at the text as your professor droned on. You didn’t know how to react after your last interaction with Austin. Honestly after that whole interaction, he told you rehearsal was over and you went back to your dorm.

Weirdly enough Tate also hadn’t talked to you… AT. ALL. Granted you knew he wasn’t your problem anymore, you knew this should be a good thing. But seeing as his texts became a normal thing for years it was off putting. You secretly hoped that this was at least a sign he was moving on. But almost as if he could read your mind, Tate’s contact flashed in your notifications.

‘Dinner tonight. 6 PM <3’

Yeah fucking right… as if you’d miss a chance to talk to Austin to go out with Tate. You typed out your response.

‘Can’t. Rehearsal.’

You pushed through the rest of your classes for the day, eventually going back to your dorm. You gave your roommate a quick hello before heading to your desk. You didn’t share a bunk bed like the freshman dorms, however both of your bedrooms were only detached by a wall with a very small shared desk space with the door. It was as though they just put up a cheap wall in a somewhat large dorm room.

Your best friend appeared at your door shortly after you sat at your desk. “What is wrong with you?” She asked as she came into your room, putting her bag on the floor next to your door. Dropping your head onto your desk, you stayed quiet. She read your general upset vibe essentially through the door.

You mumbled your response into the desk and she didn’t hear you so you picked up your head. “I kissed Austin.” Then the deafening silence. A quiet ‘What?’ From your roommates room. You turned to her doorway where she was now in the doorway. Your best friend's jaw was just dropped but slowly turned into a smile and she let out a small squeal.

“I thought you were with that Tate guy? Who’s Austin?”

“He’s our hot director for the musical. I knew he liked you the second you got cast as Veronica!” Your best friend interrupted your response. “Wait wait! Tell me how it happened!” She shook you by the shoulders then quickly sat on the floor in front of you. Your roommate looked at your friend before shrugging and grabbing her bag of chips off her desk and her chair, now sitting down as well.

You took a deep breath before revealing everything from the car ride to the script heart and then the kiss. “… But then he said rehearsal was over and I came back here. The only other text I got from him was about rehearsal practice.” You said and your friends looked at each other.

“I didn’t get called in to rehearse. And if Tate was he would’ve been here by now. What if he wants to have a special one-on-one rehearsal where you two can make out again.” Your friend raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“There’s no way he’d risk it again. He’s probably just gonna keep things professional and tell you not to talk about it with anyone.” Your roommate interjected. You sighed and looked down at your phone, seeing that you really only had enough time to grab some quick dinner from the dining hall on the way to the theater.

You excused yourself to change quickly as your friends bickered about how tonight would go. I mean… it wouldn’t be the worst thing for you to prepare for the best case scenario. Thinking about that possibility you decided it couldn’t hurt to put on a not so old and gross bra under your shirt.

As you walked your way over to the theater building you thought about what could possibly happen at this rehearsal. To be realistic, Austin was probably going to tell you off and cut things off between the two of you. As you walked into the building with that assumption, you walked towards the theater. The theater was room 200. So he didn’t want to see you in the theater then?

You walked down the stairs and into the basement floors of the building. You kept walking past the music rooms until you got to 125. It was a relatively small room with a couple music stands and a keyboard. It was almost smaller than your dorm room. The only thing that set it apart from the other rooms in the hallway was that this door had no window and had a lock on the door. It used to be a storage room until the school needed more space.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the room. Austin was already sitting at the chair next to the keyboard. He turned to you the second that you walked into the room. He looked completely normal, as if you two didn’t like makeout and essentially hump each other two days ago. As if that took no toll on his thoughts like it had yours.

“Oh hey. Right on time.” He said and handed you a script. “I’ve decided that from now on, your duets with Tate are to be practiced separately until dress rehearsals. I can’t just get rid of him at this point so I guess you’re stuck practicing with me for the time being.”

Somehow, while not what you were expecting, this was a very good scenario. You took the script and put it on the music stand, taking off your jacket and putting it on a stack of chairs against the wall. “We’re going to start with ‘Seventeen’.” He let you warm your voice up for a minute.

While you warmed up he turned the keyboard so he could see you while he played, as opposed to facing the wall like it was. It definitely made the room feel a lot smaller and put him a lot closer to you. As you sang he followed your cues as he followed along with you on the piano. Here somehow treated the whole practice as just a regular standard rehearsal and it was driving you crazy. It was when you finally took a water break that you finally said something.

“You don’t even require me to kiss Tate for the actual show and we actually kissed and you haven’t said a single word to me about it. Austin can you please just say something? I can’t keep acting like that kiss didn’t happen and wasn’t amazing. So please either just tell me off or kiss me again. I don't want to stay wondering.” You said as he was leaning over his bag on the floor, facing away from you. All his movement stopped, you could barely even tell if he was still breathing.

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate.” He stated and his head dropped as he stood up and turned back to you, walking towards you with sheet music in his hand. He placed it on your stand, now less than a foot from you. God considering he was always sitting art the piano or in the theater rows you barely noticed how tall he was when he stood near you. He paused in front of you as you two stared at each other, neither one knowing quite what to say.

You were about to apologize when he leaned forwards and connected your lips again. You were shocked for a moment but slowly wrapped your arms around his neck to just pull him closer. His now empty arms wrapped around you as your lips started to move together. He slowly pulled back for a second before staring at you.

Somehow with newfound confidence, you moved to the door and locked it before turning back to him standing in the room. “Austin I want you to tell me how you really feel. No more of this saying one thing but doing another.” You stated and crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes stared at you for what felt like forever.

“Why don't I just show you how I really feel?” He said and reached out a hand for you to come back to his arms. You took his hand and he wrapped his arms around you before pushing you back towards the wall. Your lips reconnected as his hands traced their way along your sides. His lips burned your own with the fiery heat of his kiss.

“You’re beautiful and you deserve so much in this world. You deserve the world and I want to provide that for you. But I know that others wouldn’t like us being together.” His face was buried in your neck as his fingertips dipped barely inches under your waistband at your hips. “I want you. I crave you. I can’t deny that.” Austin placed another hot kiss against your collarbone and you let out a shaky breath. It was almost as if you were to breathe he’d blow away in the wind.

“Austin… I want you too.” You whispered out and his hands finally dipped further under your waistband to grab at your ass cheeks.

“Please let me show you how much I crave you.” He whispered and you nodded against him. “Say it out loud.” He said and pulled back to look you in the eyes.

“Yes Austin. I want you.” You said softly and he smiled, placing one quick kiss to your lips before sinking to his knees in front of you and looking up at you. He pulled just the waistband down from your leggings and kissed along your hip bones as he looked up at you for permission to go further. “Please… keep going.” You barely whispered out but that was enough for him.

He pulled down your leggings to your knees, leaning forward to plant small kisses to your thighs as he pulled them down the rest of the way. As he pulled one of the legs off, he reached over and pulled the chair over from the keyboard. He sat you down and you leaned forward to kiss him as his fingers traced lines along your legs, reaching in between your thighs to spread them apart.

Tate never treated you like this. He was never this gentle or loving and he definitely never even got this close to eating you out. Yeah it sounds bad but you just wrote it off as a problem with you, or his own forgetfulness. It was a lot easier to write off if he never did it in the first place and you were each other’s first so it’s not like he would’ve had practice. But now Austin was here and touching you and you didn’t know what to expect.

God, you felt like you were on cloud nine with his hands caressing your skin. Yet the true bliss was yet to start. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against your core through your underwear. The movement sent chills through your spine, an involuntary moan sneaking through your lips. He smirked a bit as he used his fingers to move aside your panties, barely letting you realize it before his tongue licked a line up your clit.

Your jaw dropped, and as much as your eyes wanted to close in pleasure he looked way too attractive between your thighs for you to want to look away. His tongue trailed over your fold a couple more times before he pulled at the waist of your underwear again to finally slip them off of you. You tried to pull him up to kiss you again but he paused you. “I’m not done yet.” He said and gently pushed you back against the chair, pulling your legs apart again and pushing them up over his shoulders.

He dove back in, now letting his tongue dip down further between your folds. You could feel him glide through your folds as you let your head fall back in pleasure. He hummed softly as his lips surrounded your clit, his hand finding yours and placing them on his head. He began to suck gently on your clit and you almost felt your wetness rush to the parts that wanted him the most.

His fingers slowly found their way to your hole, tracing them through your wetness slowly as he continued alternating between licking and sucking on your clit. He stared up at you as he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it up and somehow almost immediately finding that spot in you that made you almost scream. Your breathy moans now turned into more of a whine.

“Want you to tell me how you’re feeling, baby. Tell me what you want.” He said, punctuating his thought with another deep lick through your folds.

“God, Austin, you make me feel so good. I want you to fuck me… please.” The words came out of your mouth, interrupted a couple times with moans as his finger pushed in and out of you, hitting that spot in you over and over.

“Hmm as pretty as you sound asking for me to fuck you I’d rather you finish like this first.” He said and before you could respond all of his movements suddenly got faster. Your eyes literally rolled back. He added another finger inside you, his digits caressing you and his tongue giving you just the perfect pressure on your clit.

Within only seconds of him speeding up you already felt yourself peaking. A quick gasp and everything came crashing. The waves of pleasure singing through your body as you let your head fall back, hand holding onto Austin's head. His movements slowed down and he pulled his mouth off of you. His fingers left you empty as they trailed up to your very sensitive clit, drawing small circles over it.

“Austin…” He used his free hand to wipe his mouth quickly before coming up to kiss you slowly. You slowly came back to reality and reached forwards to grab for his belt buckle. He didn't stop you as you pulled him from his pants, your fingers trailing over his cock. He was incredibly hard, tip red and leaking as you glanced at it.

He was definitely a bit bigger than Tate. It was definitely thicker too, but somehow all you could think when looking at it was how pretty his cock was. You leaned forwards to offer reciprocation but Austin shook his head. “No baby, I wanna make you feel good. Let me take care of you.” He said and you nodded as his lips recaptured yours in a deep passionate kiss. Remnants of your taste were on his lips, his chin still a little wet but you couldn’t care less.

As he sat up a bit you pulled the back of his shirt up and over his head before dropping it on the floor, following suit with your own shirt, leaving you in just your bra. He leaned forwards and kissed you up your stomach as he pushed his pants a bit further down. By the time he got up to your lips his tip was inches from you.

Austin pushed his hips forwards, rubbing his tip up through your folds, collecting your wetness and rubbing against your clit with his tip. You paused your kiss to look at him. He looked down and gently pushed himself in. You moaned as he stretched you open on his cock. God if you thought his fingers were good his cock was perfect. As he pushed himself further in you heard him let out a goan, that itself egging you to let your head roll back.

He paused once he was fully in you, letting the two of you bask in it for a minute before he pulled back a bit and pushed back in. He started thrusting slowly, dropping his head to kiss along your neck and chest. You were still riding the high from your first orgasm, but all that meant was that you were already so close for your second. “You feel like heaven.” He whispered as his speed increased ever so slightly. “I don’t think I can last too long. You’re squeezing me so good baby.” He muttered, his breathy words egging you on.

His fingers moved between the two of you, his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing in quick small circles. “Please go faster.” You whispered, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips against yours. He nodded and his speed increased. You bit onto your lip as he thrust into you, the circles he rubbed on your clit pushing you back closer to the edge.

Very quickly you were back on the edge. His thrusts hit deeply in you, hitting every spot you needed as you neared closer to finishing. “I want you to come all over me baby.” That was all you needed to hear before you felt yourself finish. It felt different than usual, a lot wetter actually. Could you even get this wet? You could barely focus as Austin kept pounding into you, feeling him finish only seconds after you.

After a few seconds of complete silence you opening your now drowsy eyes to look at him. His entire torso was wet… oh. “Oh my god i’m so sorry i didn’t know that i could even-” Austin leaned in and connected your lips again.

“I’m sure no one’s ever tried hard enough to make you feel that good. Am I right?” His dazzling smile was back and you laughed a little and shook your head.

I mean It’s not like Tate would even really care if you finished… Wait. You don’t have to think about him anymore. Right?

#Dead Girl Walking WICM #austin sommers x reader #austin sommers smut #austin sommers #evan peters #ahs smut

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toxinoire · 1 year

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I'm gonna say some things.

As someone in the Heathers fandom AND ships Veronica and the Heathers, we all know there would be some kind of toxicity to it so I'll explain what kind of toxicity it would be (for both Movie and Musical) and how (a sort of effective way) to write them to be a good ship with character developments without them being too OOC.

Before I start, I'm just gonna say that to make this effective, it's gonna HAVE to be a slow burn. Like, a 10 season show with at least 40 episodes each.

Each character has issues.

Chandler (this applies to both Movie and Musical) has a god complex (not to JD's extent tho) and is controlling. She can't let go of the control and she is an asshole to a lot of people. Her power over the school got to her head, causing her to be like this.

Duke (musical) same as Chandler but add ambition to it. (Movie) In this case, it's more of she lets people walk all over her and she wants to prove she can be number 1 corrupted her mind, turning her into more of asshole. (Take note, Duke wasn't MUCH of an asshole in the movie til the red scrunchie)

McNamara (applies to both movie and musical) has bad mental health. As shown, suicidal. In the musical, Mac's mood went from depressed to happy which is wrong. But in the movie, we see her ask Veronica to cut off school early to go somewhere. (Meaning she knows her problem. And I think they did cut off early)

Veronica (applies to both) is a decent person however her views get the better of her. (Movie) It's why JD's views of a society easily got to her. (Musical) And it's why she stayed with him, believing that there's still good in him. (Remember she only left him when she realized he doesn't regret killing one bit)

Why did I say 10 seasons with 40 episodes each? We'll need to have 2 seasons dedicated to each Heather. If merged together, each episode will be focused on one Heather with some slight background of the other two. For Ronnie, one season is enough, specifically focused on her learning to look at every angle and not just what her views are. The other 3 seasons will focus on their relationships with each other.

Now for character development writing, whether we like it or not, something WILL HAVE TO HAPPEN to them for character development to work.

Chandler already gets date r*ped, Duke has bulimia, Mac has shitty mental health and Veronica was already bullied a lot before popularity.

So the other three will have to witness Chandler get date r*ped and get her out of there. Chandler complies to the date rape because of status, so once they learn that, they will talk her out of it. Whatever they say, they will end up saying something that would make her question if what she's doing is worth it.

For Duke, they're all aware of her bulimia, but it'll have to be worse. Since Duke (probably) starves herself, she'll probably faint one day the other three will have to see it and help her with it. Duke probably won't go to the doctor (yet) but she'll probably try to (slowly) learn to eat without throwing up.

Mac, in her case, (I'm sorry) she'll actually have to almost die with her attempt for this to work. So the other three will help her and stick around her. Comfort her and listen to her problems. Because of opening up, she'll learn to accept her feelings and learn how to properly cope.

Veronica, something REALLY BAD has to happen. While she's already popular now, there are still probably worse assholes than the Heathers that will probably beat her up to the point she can't move. And the other three will have to take care of her and check on her a lot.

Why am I suggesting these? Why is it always "the other three"? Because that's when they'll learn to care for someone. They'll learn to protect someone, recognize emotions, learn how to comfort someone. Not just for others, but for themselves as well. They'll have to learn to care for themselves too.

Now the Heathers, after these, will slowly learn to be nicer while Veronica will learn to be more brutal.

The Heathers are mean to an extent, so they have to learn to be nicer. Veronica is already nice, just a little petty, so she'll have to learn to toughen up more.

But this will happen slowly.

It's gonna take a long time for them to process all this. They'll learn to care for themselves and others.

Chandler lets go of her control issues, Duke learns to draw the line, Mac learns to acknowledge her feelings and Veronica leanrs to look all sides of a situation.

And once character development is done, relationship development is the main focus.

While during character development there will be noticeable relationship changes, it's not the main focus, the main focus is them developing as people.

So in relationship development, we'll see them defend, care and protect each other, we'll still need to see misunderstandings and miscommunications. These are teens so these are inevitable occurrences.

Petty fights, misunderstandings, miscommunications. These will happen, since they are teens, kids still learning and making stupid decisions. (I hate the miscommunication trope but in this it HAS to happen for the sake of learning to accept their mistakes and lower their pride)

They will have to go through a lot more bullshit, while not death, a lot of shit for them to learn.

Again, it's a slow burn so while I worded this out this way, how it works in the actual writing will show the development.

There are a lot more ways that I can't possibly list them all, but this is probably the simplest one.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#heathers the musical #heather chandler #heathers the movie #veronica sawyer #heather duke #heather mcnamara #dukesaw #chansaw #chandlamara #chanduke #mcduke #mcnamawyer #poly heathers + veronica

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 1 year

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Be my Baby chp.3

A/N: I have the plan for Chapter 4 but I'm not so sure about the will. It will get done, just not sure when. Enjoy tho😘

Warnings: (angst, oral f. receiving)

Summary: You and Fish have your first date.

Word Count: 3.7k

Frankie never thought he would have to script a conversation to talk to his wife but here he is. His lunch date with you was nice but he wanted to see you more outside of work. He needed to talk with Maria when she was free so she’d be home with Rosie. Although the situation is a two-way street he still feels awkward bringing it up.

He hears the front door open and turns to see Maria and Rosie holding grocery bags. Frankie immediately goes to help with the bags but Maria brushes past, saying she’s got it. Rosie though is holding her tiny hands out expectantly. Frankie laughs as she takes the opportunity to break free from grocery duty. Before entering the kitchen he heaves a sigh knowing this won’t be pleasant.

Maria’s back is turned to him as she places boxes of cereal in the cupboard. He places the grocery bags on the counter before sorting what goes where.

“I uh was wondering what days you’ll be home next week.” Frankie scratched the back of his neck while waiting for an answer.

“Chris is probably taking me out to dinner next Wednesday, but we’ll probably see each other a few more times.” Maria’s answer still doesn’t help him figure out a day to take you out.

“Well, do you think you be home on Tuesday night then?”

“Look Francisco I’m not sure I’ll be in the mood for your idea of a date night.” Maria rolls her eyes at the thought.

“That’s not what I’m asking, I did what you said and I set up a date so I need to know when you can be here with Rosie.” Frankie is almost fed up with this conversation but he keeps his voice neutral.

“In that case, I’ll clear Tuesday out.” Maria is shocked and Frankie can tell. “How’d you two meet?”

“Benny introduced us.” Frankie maneuvers to put up the groceries he sorted.

“I can’t imagine that lasting long.” Maria laughs at her dig against Frankie and Benny.

Frankie ignores her. The way she reacted when she thought he was asking her on a date was hurtful, to say the least. She always said she liked his plans. The dig at Benny wasn’t much better either, he may not have to greatest track record but he means well. At the rate they’re going divorce is more probable than actual reconciliation. And honestly, Frankie wouldn’t mind that.

………..

With all the time you dedicated to getting Benny and Will’s system up and running you neglected your best friend. It’s been weeks since you guys physically went out. The both of you understood work and extracurriculars would keep you both occupied at times, but you always kept a line of communication. You called off work and proposed you both get brunch with bottomless mimosas. Your outfit consisted of high-waist flared jeans, platform sandals, and a yellow tube top.

Veronica should be arriving within the next 15 minutes so you go over your outfit again making sure there is nothing out of place. The both of you agreed you would wear something yellow and you bet she chose for it to be her pants.

You decide to put mascara and blush on just in case you get fucked up after bottomless mimosas, again. You begin unraveling your hair from the braids you put them in last night, rubbing oil into your palm so it doesn’t frizz up on you later. The loud chime of your doorbell alerts you that Ronnie has finally made it.

You open the door to see her in a white floral scrunched top, yellow pants, and platform sneakers. You figure the sneakers have to do with what happened last time you guys did brunch. The pair of you fill the air with various compliments towards one another on the way to the car.

The brunch place you picked was known for its music selection, you could hear 50 Cent while you two pulled into a parking space up front. You both opted for an outside table so you could listen to the music and be as loud as you wanted. One of the seating hostesses sat you down and handed you menus before heading back to the busy crowd.

“So what have I missed?” You ask Veronica knowing she’ll have 50 stories to tell you.

“You remember bitchy Kathy from HR, turns out she made untoward advances at an insurmountable amount of people.” Your jaw drops remembering how hard a time she gave Veronica about the clothes she wears to work. “Not only that but she would only do it to guys under 30, such a creep.”

“Wasn’t she the same bitch telling you to ‘be a lady’ she should’ve taken her advice.” Although you would hate anyone your best friend does Kathy was unpleasant. Even through word of mouth.

“Don't get me started, anywho I think Dante is gonna propose soon. I saw so many ads for engagement rings on the computer that it couldn’t be a coincidence. Then I saw a text from my mom telling him to go for Saphire.” She narrows her eyes at you, “Do you know anything?”

“If I did, and I don’t, just know the ring is gorgeous, but you’ll never expect the proposal so don’t try.” Dante had reached out to you for confirmation he was looking at the right rings, but he had done pretty good so far. You were glad she found someone so attentive and sweet.

“I’ll be sure to return the favor when it’s your turn. But tell me what’s up with you lately, it’s like pulling teeth to get a text back.” You grimace at how truthful her statement was.

“I’m sorry, I had a bunch of organizing and digitizing to do throughout my day and when I would get home I’d just go to sleep for dinner.” Veronica nods understandingly at your exhaustion. “But I’ve finished most of the grunt work so I’ll be way more available.”

The waitress, Sarah, greets you both before asking what she could start you on. Once she writes down your drink orders she moves on to your food orders. Veronica decides on avocado toast with a feta and spinach omelet, you go for the blackened chicken with grits. While you look down to check your phone you see a message from Frankie.

Would you be available Tuesday night for a date? -F

Tuesday sounds perfect, can’t wait.

“Who’s got you smiling at your phone like that?” Veronica leans over the table hoping to get a look at the conversation.

“His name is Frankie and he's kind of my boss, like he’s close friends with Benny and Will. I thought he was cute when I saw the picture but I found out he was married and was reasonably disappointed. Then he told me he was in an open marriage and I was like yeah ok that's what they all say but he is in one. Plus Benny and Will were talking about how she brought up the whole thing to get back with an ex. Mind you, I was not supposed to be eavesdropping but good thing I did.” After your speech Veronica’s eyes bulge.

“You’ve been sitting on this gem the whole time and you let me think the Kathy story was good?” She shakes her head in disappointment.

“But it was good, I enjoyed it.” You reassure her.

“Enough with Kathy, I need more on this.” You oblige and begin telling her all of your and Frankie’s interactions. You need her input on how to proceed with him. Although she feeds into every one of your delusions.

Drinks start flowing through the both of you as you use this brunch for a gossip session. Veronica makes sure to tell you to be careful because situations like this get messy, and you heed her warning. Once you show her Frankie she tells you he’s your exact type, and the fit of laughter you two get into draws attention from other patrons.

…………

Francisco and you stand outside the movie theatre looking through the selections. He wants you to pick but you’re having a hard time choosing between Bottoms and My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3. Ultimately you choose the former and Frankie pays for the tickets before opening the door for you to get inside.

“Do you want anything from the concession?” Frankie’s arm snaked around your waist while he waited for your answer.

“Popcorn and a blue raspberry slushie please.” You smile at him before leaning closer.

“No candy?” He leans down to speak directly in your ear.

“A sour patch kids would be nice if you insist.” You playfully roll your eyes so you have the chance to turn your face away from him.

While he gets you snacks you take the time to admire him from the back. He wore dark-washed boot-cut jeans that he paired with work boots. The tips of your ears burn while you think of his red and black flannel outlining his broad back. The best part was that he gave his hat the night off and his curls were free. You slide in underneath Frankie before grabbing the popcorn and candy. Auditorium 19 is on your right and you wait for Frankie to join you again before heading there.

“So what exactly is the plot?” Frankie tried looking up the trailer when you suggested it but still didn’t understand the premise. It looked funny though.

“Two girl friends make a girl fight club to get laid by their crushes.” That’s all you’d heard about it.

You end up opening the door for Frankie this time and when he passed you made sure ‘accidentally’ slide your hand over his butt. Frankie looked back feigning offense at your bold gesture. With the trailers still playing you and Frankie continue to goof around on the way to your seats.

Throughout the movie, neither of you could stop laughing. If you weren’t laughing at a scene you were making jokes to each other. The popcorn was finished before you were 30 minutes in, and the candy didn’t stand a chance. When the credits roll you have Frankie take your picture and then you force him to do the same. On the way out you make sure you’re tucked underneath him, which has nothing to do with how good he smells.

“What are we gonna eat?” You could feel your hunger building and soon enough you wouldn’t be good company.

“I thought we would go to the same diner we had lunch at.” His questioning tone leaves room for you to disagree but you smile.

You both get settled in the truck before making your way to the diner. The soft sounds of Marc Anthony’s voice fill the car, and light comes in and out of the car from the overhead street lights. Frankie sings along softly thinking you can’t hear him over the background trumpets. His right hand comes down from the steering wheel and gently caresses your thigh. You already wrote down the song to look up and translate later.

The lights were bright enough to illuminate the parking lot, so when you stepped down from his truck you left your hand in his. From the view you got it is less busy than lunch but not empty, most of them being older couples. Given how late it was you knew Amelia had gone home to her family. The chime of the bell interrupts the love ballad playing softly from the jukebox.

The young waitress perks up from her book and rounds the counter to seat you two in a booth. Though it isn’t the same one it is still close to the jukebox. ‘Tessa’ takes your orders that haven’t changed since you last came in and heads to the kitchen. Frankie surprises you by getting up and heading to the jukebox, you watch as he presumably flips through the catalog of songs.

Once he picks his song he hurries back to his seat across from you, waiting for the intro. When you hear the familiar beginning you smile at his

“Smokey Robinson and The Miracles. I’ve got to say I’m impressed young Jedi.” You jokingly tip your head at him.

“Bet you can’t do better.” He raises an eyebrow at you before looking back at the jukebox.

You don’t dignify him with a response as you slink back to the jukebox. Since he picked a love song you follow suit and pick your favorite song off of the grease soundtrack. Hopelessly Devoted to You. By the time you return to the table your milkshake and Frankie’s coke have arrived.

“I know I’m young but I am something of a music connoisseur.” Frankie choked on his Coke and placed his hand up as a surrender. You can see he’s about to respond but his phone pulls his attention. Maria, who you presume is his wife, is calling him. He briefly apologizes before excusing himself to take the call outside.

As hard as you try you can’t help but look at him and you can tell it’s a tense call. He’s pacing and pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were on his last nerve. You hadn’t given thought to how this would turn out long-term, it’s not like you could marry him. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. Tessa came with your food and you thanked her, while you wanted to wait for Frankie you had to focus your mind elsewhere.

By the time he came back to join you half of your fries were gone. The atmosphere between you two seemed to shift as you both ate in silence. When you finish your meal you look outside at the bright headlights of cars passing by. Frankie's hand reaches out to yours and gently caresses your palm lines with his finger.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin our date.” Frankie keeps his eyes on the table and you can tell from his voice he’s hurt.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” You keep your voice soft and reach out to hold his other hand. Frankie’s head jerks up as if he didn’t hear you correctly. “I mean it, this is the best date I’ve been on.”

“Dinner and a movie is the best date you’ve been on?” He isn’t sure if you’re being serious.

“Yes.” You make eye contact with him before continuing, “I like your company so it doesn’t matter what we do. Even at work, it’s like I get paid to flirt with you.”

His eyes brighten at your words, “I like your company too, makes me feel comfortable.”

Your face warms at that, having anyone say they feel comfortable around you was the best compliment to receive. You turn your head to look out the window but Frankie moves his hand to your chin, getting you to look back at him. Looking into his eyes you can feel the words he’s not saying. He pulls back and begins counting out the amount for the food and tip.

When he gets out of his side he holds his hand out for you, you happily link your arms with his. Just like that the two of you were back to the jovial undertone you had all evening.

…………..

Wait until she finds out about your drug addiction Francisco, Do you think she’ll still be with you?

Maria’s words cut deeper than he’d like to admit. That’s the downside of being with someone as long as they have, you know exactly where to twist the knife to make it work. When she called he thought something happened with Rosie but all she wanted to know was how the date was going. When he reminded her he never asked her for specifics, she reminded him that he came with overweight emotional baggage.

Even with your insistence that he hadn’t ruined anything Frankie still wanted to make it up to you. He kept one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh, finding comfort that you’re right next to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while soft snores left your mouth, you barely lasted 2 minutes before passing out.

The light illuminating your porch reminded him that he had to leave soon, as much as he wanted to stay in the moment with you. Frankie gentle roused you from your sleep before turning the car off. He’s sure you’re up but he keeps his arm firmly around your waist just in case. At your door, you don’t immediately rifle through your stuff for your key.

“I had a great time tonight Frank.” You place both hands on each side of his stubble while he clasps both arms around your center.

“So did I baby.” He leans down to give you a peck but you chase after him on your tiptoes. Very quickly the innocent kiss he meant for you two to share was filled with tongue, teeth, and spit.

You pull back before going through your purse for your key. Once you find it you waste no time unlocking your door and pulling Frankie inside. You push him against the door before continuing what you started outside. Frankie’s hands slip down past your hips and cup your ass while your tongue explores his mouth. He loves how much you show him you want him. The way your chest pressed against his, and the feel of your hard nipples rubbing against his chest.

Your hands grip his shoulders as if he’s gonna let you go. Strawberry flavored lip balm that you wore was now all over his lips and mouth. Despite there not being any space between you two he needs you closer. His hand moves from your ass to the top of your thighs, and without you jumping he lifts you to wrap around him. Your lips move from his mouth to his ear, lowly giving him directions to your room.

When he reaches your room he makes a beeline for your bed before tossing you on your bed. You giggle and try to sit up but he’s already on you, pushing you back down. His lips kiss a trail down your neck, and the heat that sits low in your belly expels itself through your pants. Frankie’s imagination wasn’t as good as the real thing, the rise and fall of your pebbled chest had him eager to see what was underneath.

He feels your hands trailing down his chest, but as they make their way to his pants he stops you.

“Let me take care of you first.” The fluttering in your stomach sinks lower and you let Frankie take over. His rough hands slip under your shirt and squeeze your breasts before groaning into your neck. His reaction to your body pleases you. When he rolls your nipple between his fingers, you arch into him breathing heavier than before.

Slowly, Frankie slides your shirt over your head and then resumes his ministrations. As good as his playing with you feels you’re ready for him to deal with the ache plaguing you. Frankie laughs at your impatience but furthers his descent on your body. He presses chaise kisses down your belly before reaching the top of your shorts.

All your breathing ceases while he unbuttons and tugs them down your legs. Panties included. Frankie cups the back of your knees and pulls your legs apart so he can look at you. He loves seeing your pussy glisten and clench around nothing.

Frankie kisses the insides of your thigh before dipping his mouth to kiss your clit. He feels you trying to close your legs but his hands remain firm as he begins sucking. A shiver runs through your body and all you can do is grip your comforter while moans tumble out of your mouth. You throw your head back when you feel Frankie’s tongue flicking your clit at the same time. Frankie can’t help himself as he groans into your pussy, the way you react to him gives him a high. He takes one hand off your leg and slips two fingers into your weeping pussy. Your hips jerk on their own accord, the only thing you can think about is keeping Frankie’s face buried between your legs.

The feel of Frankie’s fingers gives you a new sense of need, your hands forget their place on the comforter and go for his chocolate curls. When you tug at them to bring him impossibly closer you feel the vibration of him groan against you. Your bundle of nerves is building and you know it won’t be long. As if Frankie can feel what you do, he works his fingers until he finds that spongey spot. He knows he’s got it when he hears you let out a string of curse words.

Frankie feels you dripping around his face and he revels in how he’s making you feel. Your eyes are scrunched tight with your mouth open, he’s never seen anyone as beautiful as you at this moment. A sudden tremble in your body that has you rocking your his into his face clues him into your orgasm. He pulls back and kisses your thighs until you are back in this plane of existence. He was that good.

“If I said I love you would you think I’m crazy?” When you open your eyes to look at Frankie, all of your juices cover his lower face. When Frankie slides in bed your jaw drops at how shiny his face is.

“Of course I would. But I would appreciate it.” His response makes you smile.

With your body mostly functioning you turn on your side before addressing Frankie, “Can you spend the night?”

“As long as you don’t mind me getting up at 5.” Frankie undresses until he’s in his boxers and gets under the covers with you.

“Can you make me breakfast?” You counter as if you’ll eat it.

“If I’m persuaded.” He mutters from behind you.

Frankie texts Maria that he’ll be home in the morning to drop Rosie off before he turns on Do Not Disturb. He places a kiss on your forehead before flipping on his side to go to bed.

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@emilianamason , harriedandharassed

#triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x you

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ril-sillyart1st · 1 month

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BATMM FF AU: "sleepover"

Doing one of those memes with my Flarelyn Family! AU characters which this will be part 1 I guess. (Actually technically 2 because of that one reblog)

I only put the ones who would totally go to an sleepover.

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Characters with information:

★ Blaze

likes sleepovers and is good at story telling. Most of his stories are kid-friendly and nothing violent but sometimes he likes to tell scary stories to his (adult) friends. He brings is own stuff and doesn't borrow from others.

Also she will be painting her nails because no one will stop them.

★ Crusher

Crusher always has pad, tampon and other period stuff with them just in case anyone including himself is their time of the month. They bring 5 to even 10 books sometimes.

★ Watts

She's the type of truck to tell Filipino scary stories that came from TikTok and not her actual mimic entity experience. And they steal their girlfriend's pillow.

★ Starla

she doesn't wear her hat to sleep. She tells about her animals' lives stories 💀 or alive. It also has extra pillows with it just incase.

★ Pickle

Boy this man is an maniac when it comes to sleepovers as he would throws pillow at Crusher to annoy them really badly lol. Pickle steals others food sometimes. He likes truth or dare game and will force you to do it. If Pickle got everyone's nerves then they tied him in a chair so he wouldn't be annoying anyone (especially Crusher).

★ Fiar

Fiar is usually well behaved but is very energetic to pillow fighting. She sometimes steal ahem borrows her daddy's (Crusher) books from the library room. If in Fuchsia's house/room then Fiar will bring her plushies. (Big to small) Fiar and Fuchsia watch Zip zip and other nostalgic shows in the tv. Also Fiar likes to make pillow fort. She's also the first one to sleep and get pranked by Fuchsia one time.

★ Fuchsia

Fuchsia tells scary stories to Fiar to make her scared which worked and she tells her to bring Crusher's books from the library room.

★ Scarlett

Her, Crusher and Blaze will be wearing facial mask when the kids are having a sleepover (wow double sleepover both for the kids and the adults). She's usually in her period when sleepover happens and would be fall asleep first when watching some movies with them.

★ Kizzie and Veronica

Kizzie is obviously invited to her sister's (Fuchsia) sleepover with Veronica of course though Veronica isn't the type of car to like sleepover. Veronica doesn't like sharing her food to the kids and only shares it with her girlfriend, Kizzie.

★ Onyx and Mia

They're usually with Stripes', Zeg's, and their fish friends especially sleepover but rarely goes to Blaze and the others' sleepover. Mia only has a few plushies she owns. They might match Sleepwears but that usually only does that when they're with Stripes, Zeg and the others, they're in their normal monster machines form when having a sleepover with their fish friends. (Pegwheel is always invited in their sleepovers.)

★ Darington

Just like Pickle but they have their own food with them. They have a glow in the dark star plushie, they'll just squished the plushie and it'll glows. They sometimes prank on the ones who sleep first but they're usually the ones who actually gets to sleep first in the group/gang and ended the one getting pranked by Pickle. Will make you wake up in the very early morning.

And also they bring their laptop with them when having a sleepover but forgets to bring their charger with them.

★ Stripes

He has a ton of food in his fridge if you need some, no need permission if it's only a sleepover. He likes playing Uno cards.

★ Zeg

He likes to make the pillows as his rocks to smash them. Zeg will woke up probably 2:32 in the morning and eats whatever in the fridge and forgets he was the one who ate that food that he's asking on where did it go.

★ Gabby and AJ

The two likes to play with their plushies that they assigned each other to make videos and get views at YouTube. (Blaze was their no. 1 supporter and Crusher still has old hate comments that are pinned by the kids themselves for shame.)

#blaze and the monster machines #batmm #shitpost #Meme #flarelyn family au #FF au #canon to au

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