#i was like no!! no!! but he's so funny!!!!!! and the second he showed up in game again i started taking screenshots of me n the bestieee

[justagirlswrld]

Thousand year old, sexy, space princess seeks companionship! must be hot!

a/n: i told you i was a mark grayson groupie.

warnings: unprotected p in v. humanoid!reader. stuff that happens in sex happens in this.

part two

“….Mark, why is there a purple…guy outside your window?”, Mark doesn’t look up from the Seance dog comic at the sound of Will’s confused voice, choosing to roll his brown eyes instead.

“Yeah, funny.”, Mark replies in an airy tone.

“No, Mark i’m ser-”, Rick cuts his boyfriend off as he walks through the front door of the apartment, “Why is there a purple man outside of the living room window?”, This finally gets Mark’s attention, he looks over at the window in question and his eyes grow triple their size.

Mark is in his suit in less than a second, comic thrown onto the couch he was just relaxing on. He floats over to the window, taking in the short, stocky….lavender man that flies just outside the apartment on deep, amethyst wings.

Mark opens the window roughly and the man scampers back, he didn’t plan on hurting the creature but it seemed like someone always wanted to fight on his days off.

Mark flies out the large window, he dwarfs the…man easily. He has an uneasy smile on his face, Mark notices that his mouth is filled with long canines and he tries not to grimace. “I’m not helping any….fairies today. so, leave.” With that Mark turns his back on him, a strong hand grasps his shoulder. In an instant Mark is zooming into the afternoon sky, holding the lilac haired creature by the collar of his thin shirt.

His purple skin now has a slight gleam from his nervous sweat. “I’m not a fairy, I come from the planet-“, Mark cuts him off, “I don’t care. Now go.”, Mark releases the being and hovers in front of him but he doesn’t budge. Mark rubs a gloved hand down his face in frustration.

”Mark Gray-“, Mark cuts him off instantly, “My name is Invincible when i’m in this suit. What do you want?”

The alien nods, “Invincible, please. I haven’t come to harm you…my planet needs your help.” Mark groans inwardly, why was it always on his day off.

The mysterious man goes on to explain how another evil alien race has come to conquer his kingdom. He paints a picture of his beautiful world being annihilated and his people being slaughtered without Mark’s help. “I’ve left it in ruins, Invincible. I’m scared I may be the only Solorian left.”

Mark points to a near by patch of forest in exasperation, “Wait there.” He flies back inside without waiting to see if the creature followed his instructions.

With major convincing from Will and Rick, Mark ends up not ghosting the…Solorian waiting in the woods. When Mark floats down through the trees to the hard ground, he’s sitting on a log with a happy expression on his face.

“Where’s your planet?”, Mark’s tone is serious, he really wanted to be back in time to watch the newest episode of this show he’d been tuning into.

The thing stands, brushing the dirt from his odd pants. Mark notices that he’s dressed like a jester, save for the pointy hat.

“It’s many galaxies from Earth, it usually takes a year to get there,-“ Mark makes a sound as he begins to protest but the man continues talking as he pulls a small, metal disc from his pocket. “But with our technology it’ll only take a minute.”

He throws the disc on the ground with his knobby fingers and its turns into a circular pad. Mark and his traveling companion step on and become engulfed in a pale yellow light. Mark only has time to blink before he’s whisked away, landing on what he assumes to be cobblestone streets.

Mark surveys his surroundings as the man picks up his transporter. There’s winged humanoids dressed almost…medievally everywhere, no one lounges as the planet’s two suns beat down on their backs.

He watches as children with skin in arrays of colors play in the waterfall and clear, blue stream. He has to crane his neck to look at the behemoth of a castle in front of him.

“This doesn’t look like ruins.”, Mark’s eyes shift as he waits for assailants to pop out from behind the thatched roofed shacks that line the street.

“Because I lied to you invincible. Walk with me and i’ll explain.”

They glide towards the castle slowly, the man, Edolan, explains that their princess refuses to marry one of her arranged suitors after hearing of his exploits on earth. They go up winding stair cases before they stop in front of a room with large, oval doors. “She says she must….meet you, before she marries.”, Edolan explains with his hands held behind his back.

“You know you could’ve said that”, is all Mark can think to say in response. Edolan nods, “Yes, I apologize for deceiving you but I had to make it seem urgent in a way you’d understand.” Edolan waves a hand and the doors creek open, “The princess is waiting for you. When you’re finished she will give you passage home the same way you came.”

And he’s gone.

When Invincible glides into your expansive room you’re draped over your canopied bed, idly playing with some alien device.

Mark wasn’t sure what he’d be dealing with when he came through the doors but he damn sure wasn’t expecting you to be pretty…beautiful even. You’re as humanoid as the rest of your subjects save for the blush pink skin and hot pink hair.

You look up at the young man standing a few feet away from you. You lick your lips and Mark is happy to notice that your mouth isn’t filled with razor sharp teeth but human like ones instead.

“Mark Grayson of Earth!”, You greet him, cheeks stretched into a wide smile. Mark blushes as you rise from a lying position to a sitting one, noticing that your breasts are only covered in a thin, bralette of shiny jewels.

“Uh-Hi, you can just call me Mark.” You rise to stand on your bed now as you mimic someone fighting, “Or Invincible! Defender of Earth and slayer of beasts and villains.”

Mark wants to argue that he doesn’t slay villains but nods his head in agreement instead, trying to end this odd experience as soon as possible.

“Right….and you’re Y/N, Solorian princess who refuses to marry until you met me…,”Mark rips his mask off, exposing his handsome face to your eyes, “Will you marry the guy now?” Your eyebrows scrunch together and your lips form a pout. Mark thinks that it’s probably the sexiest expression he’s ever seen.

“That was not the agreement. I have yet to lay with you.”, You say from your place on the bed. If Mark had been drinking something he would’ve spit it out in astonishment.

“Lay with you?”, Mark asks in a shocked tone. You laugh at the expression on the boys face, if he pushes his eyebrows any higher they’ll be on the cathedral like ceilings of your room.

“Yes, Mark Grayson. The promise was that I would finally marry an arranged suitor, saving our planet from war, if you bedded me first.” You lay back down on your large mattress as you wait for the superhero to collect himself.

Mark swallows, he’s not sure if he’s turned on or scared. Probably both. “Um, don’t princesses have to be virgins when they get married?”, you cock your head to the side like a confused dog, “I’m not familiar with the word- virgins.” The word sounds jumbled when it passes your perfect lips.

“It means you never- laid with anyone. On Earth princesses usually save themselves for their husband or their virtue or something.”

You throw your head back and laugh loudly, it’s closer to a howl really. “What a sad life these Earth princesses live. As a Solorian we live for many, many years. I am 1,000 years old, just a baby I know-,“ Mark doesn’t reply as you continue, “And I would never be asked to be a…virkin. Solorian’s find virtue in other ways than saving yourself.” You almost look disgusted as you finish your rant.

Your mind goes back to the task at hand. You unclasp the jewels from your upper and bottom half, positioning yourself so Mark can see your naked body well. You watch as his strong throat bobs.

“Will you lay with me Mark Grayson?”

Mark feels like he might combust on the spot as he nods, more excited than he hoped. He walks to the edge of the bed and sits nervously, palming himself through his suit. “On Earth we usually go on a date first.” He laughs awkwardly, willing himself to get hard. He just couldn’t get out of his head to do so.

“We are not on Earth, Mark.” You slither up his back, breasts pressing against the hard muscles. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you press soft kisses to his neck. He groans but when he palms himself again there’s nothing. Mark is perplexed on why because you were super hot and he never had this problem before. It must be how weird the situation is.

You notice the mental battle and stop kissing his neck. “Are you well?”, he nods again and you notice him palming himself. You giggle, the sound so close to his ear that it has his heart speeding up again. “You can’t ‘get it up’? As they would say on Earth”, Mark’s torn between defending himself and asking where you learned that from but chooses silence instead when you slink between his legs.

You make yourself comfortable on your pink knees and look up at him through your lashes with big doe eyes. Mark has an instant semi.

He’s rock hard by the time you slip him out of his suit and into your warm mouth. You suck unabashedly on his thick, cock hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his angry tip.

“Shhhhiiiiiittt”, Mark moans with his hand tangled in your vibrant hair, hanging on for dear life as you bob up and down his member. “St-Stop i’m gonna-.” Mark trails off, his eyes almost roll back when you choke around his length, gobbling the throbbing cock down your throat.

He finally wrestles your mouth off his cock and he takes a moment to collect himself as he breathes heavily. Mark leans down and kisses you sloppily, he tweaks your nipples hoping that it’ll do something to stimulate you sexually. Luckily it works and you moan lowly in his mouth.

Mark picks you up by your arm pits and tosses you on the bed, you laugh, “Yes! Show me your strength, invincible.” His name is sultry as it falls out your lips, causing a shudder to creep down his spine.

He flips you over roughly by your ankle then pulls you to the edge of the large bed. Mark manhandles you until your face is pressed into your thick blankets with your round ass in the air. When Mark’s tongue pushes its way between your folds you’re a moaning mess.

Mark slowly licks from your wet cunt up to your puckered hole, repeating the motion over and over again. You close your eyes tightly as your moans fill the great space of your bedroom. He uses his skilled fingers to search for your clit, praying that Solorian’s have one. When he finally finds the nub he sucks on it harshly, causing you to cry out and fall on your stomach.

Mark lets out a huff behind you, voice raspy from his previous moaning, “If you want to lay with me princess, you have to keep your back arched.” You do as he says and he continues making a mess of you with his tongue, adding two, slender fingers into your pulsating heat.

When you feel Mark’s bulbous head rubbing against your tight entrance you release a sound akin to a purr. He pushes into you slowly, inch by veiny inch until his hips are flush against your backside.

You call out for him when he pulls out of you and he answers with a moan of his own when he pushes his length back into your tight walls. Mark starts at a slow rhythm that has you moaning with each pointed thrust, still you throw your ass back to meet each one.

Mark’s pace becomes brutal and you struggle to keep up with his pounding hips. One of his large hands slides up your back and wraps securely around your neck. His full lips leaving kisses in its wake. His other hand goes between your bodies to your engorged nub, rubbing slick circles as he continues to pound in and out of you.

Your toes curl so hard that you feel like they may break when Mark hits a deep, spongy spot in your cunt. You call out his name as you come, body going completely still then slumping to your stomach. Mark continues to fuck into your spent cunt, groans turning to moans. Mark pulls out and releases warm come on your lower back and ass cheek.

He lays on his back beside you, both of you two breathing too hard to say anything to one another.

When Mark walks through his apartment door Will is waiting for him, coffee cup in hand as the early morning light peaks through the bay window. Will’s eyes go wide when he takes in his best friend, “Mark! Where have you been? Do you realize you’ve been gone for three months?!”

Mark sits down at the granite island, smiling to himself as he begins to tell his best friend about the alien pussy he had to force himself to leave.

[chicksmoothie]

• Lovedrunk — mingi

Pairing: bf!mingi x gf!reader

— Mingi and you finally decide to move in together, but truth to be told you didn’t have time for each other more than for the basics. This means you are desperate to spend time just enjoying the other’s company (and fuck, and well, it shows)

! Long fuck fic

! based on Say it like you mean it characters but not mentioning its plot

W/C: ~4.8K

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, madly in love

Warnings: +18, mdni (seriously), cursing (a lot), dirty talking (another lot), teasing, edging, slight possessive behaviour (from both parts), breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, honestly this is a kink compilation, raw sex (you know you shouldn’t), needy mingi & needy reader, both vibing in the same horny kind of tune, pure hornyness, dry humping, a lot of spit, oral (f receiving), making out, multiple orgasms and therefore overstim, squirting, switch dynamics (rather bratty power bottom reader x service top mingi but also kind of switching so idk?), filming, this counts as a warning too cos really madly in love should be a warning, let me know if I forgot something i hope not cos this warnings are longer than the fic already

A/N: at the end

Also: this oneshot is fiction and in no way aims to portrait anyone involved in the story

Taglist: @i01233 @tinie03 @thesupreme316 @esmedelacroix thanks for waiting ♡

His scent was all over the room after taking a shower. His arm still a bit humid and warmer than usual had you hugged close to him under the blanket. And you couldn’t see it well since it was dark in the room, but the red and white highlights flashing from the tv painting his beautiful profile and the screen reflecting on his glasses had you totally distracted.

you were trying so hard to focus on the anime you decided to watch together. You were so, so trying it…

But the way his casual and cozy look caught your breath each time you had the chance to see it since you moved in together had no hopes in changing, ever.

It had been some time since you had had a quality time and chill night together due to hectic schedules at work and all the move in process, so now that the stars aligned and you had the same days off you wanted it to be as actually chill as possible and restricted every single dirty thought about pulling his glasses off and kiss him to start with.

If only his fingers were not playing with yours under the blanket. If only his shampoo wasn’t the same as yours and you didn’t weirdly get off to that because it meant you were actually living together. If only you weren’t so pent up after nearly a week without seeing each other for anything else but eating and sleeping if you were lucky.

If only you didn’t feel your heart skip a beat every time he chuckled when he found something funny happening in the anime that you were totally not watching.

If only you didn’t love him so fucking much.

Mingi turned his face your way while still smiling to check if you found the scene as funny as he did.

And you will never know what he saw on your face at this very moment, but his smile dropped and his eyes narrowed in only one second. “What’s up babychick? You don’t like the series?”

He knew exactly what was up, but he chose to play dumb for a moment. “Yes, yes, i am loving it,” you recovered quickly from your trance ”it is so interesting” and decided to play along. You smiled, lovingly, not showing how sarcastic you were actually being and on the contrary making it sound as genuine as possible.

You turned your face to the screen just in time to catch a smirk slowly growing on his face. He wanted to play? This you could do it. No problem at all.

—

The voices coming from the tv were white noise and ambient sound at this point. You had been silent since your little conversation earlier, but no words were needed when both of you were anticipating what was going to happen. You knew each other already, so you could tell that Mingi was getting impatient by how he looked at you from the corner of his eye. His tease was backfiring completely and all he could think about was him eating you out, but he didn’t want to lose just yet.

It all started to get complicated for him with you pulling up slightly at the hem of his shirt and placing your hand on his lower stomach pretending you were looking for some kind of warmth, your hand was cold you said. Sneaky girl… and eventho his breath hitched for one millisecond he continued with your little edging game.

He put his hand over yours, saying that by doing so it would warm up quicker. And it could have been an innocent gesture if only he wasn’t tracing random forms and decorating your fingers in suggestive caresses. Fucking tease… Good thing someone died in the anime in this exact moment, that way your little pout could pass as unbothered.

But you were bothered. Both of you were since long ago. All the second intentions behind the caresses, all the low whimpers you could hear from one another at every single touch and trying to contain yourselves from just lose it all and finally fuck were agonizing at this point.

You knowing he was already half hard and that your hand was dangerously close to his crotch but intentionally not daring to touch him wasn’t easy.

Him knowing you were probably already soaking through the grey leggins you used as a pijamas and he had done nothing but sit beside you and hug you yet was even less easy. How bad would it be when he got started…

You realizing the hands you originally had interlaced under the blanket were now somehow resting on your tit made you sigh.

Him realizing that your nipple was perking out and begging to be pinched, squeezed, bitten, sucked and anything possible was almost unbearable.

You and him panting quietly, suffocating in the tension that you both had slowly been creating by doing nothing but know that you wanted each other very, very badly.

You were also getting impatient, so you decided to push his buttons further and you knew exactly how. Without saying a word, you broke your cozy (yet hot) hug to slowly get up the sofa. “Where are you going?” His voice was husky and a little pouty because of your sudden distance. “I am sleepy, I think I am going to be-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as he grabbed your arm and pulled you down, placing you on his lap right over his hard bulge. Both of you moaned at the contact. God he was harder than you thought he would be. This rilling up game was going to be one of your favorites… “stop with the teasing, you win” you smiled in victory “i always win” well, he had to agree on that.

As soon as you leaned in to take his glasses off and give him the long awaited kiss both of you were a panting mess already. The kiss was slow and nasty, drinking in each other as if you had been wandering in a desert for ages and just found a fountain.

His hands were gripping your hips hard, knuckles white and head empty, bucking up every time you grinded your pussy along his dick through your clothes. The friction so good you could cum from just that after all the built up tension, your fingers tangled in his shirt and pulled to bring him even closer. You had the feeling that he had been too far from you for too long, otherwise you wouldn’t be this extremely horny, so needy for his touch and his skin on yours already.

“I need this out of the way” you pulled his shirt off slowly, taking your time on the motion, then yours went after, both ending rumbled on the floor.

You had to take a second to admire his topless figure under you, the dim light of the tv outlining his strong figure, and you looked at him with real adoration written in your eyes “my hand is cold again…” you bit your lip shyly, putting your hand back on his lower tummy as you had done earlier, but this time you traced the pattern of his slightly defined torso up to his chest, both hands meeting at his back and feeling his wide shoulders with featherlike touches.

“You are gonna be the end of me babe, you doing this on purpose?” his head rested on the back of the sofa, eyes lidded, tensing under your light touch and waiting impatiently for you to snap and continue what had already started.

You looked at him with such a fake surprised expression, “what do you mean? I am only admiring my pretty boyfriend” and you knew what you calling him pretty would do to him.

“I thought the game ended” he growled, eyes now on the roof and his adam’s apple bobbing while swallowing a moan at the praise “yes, and I won, so I am going to savor my price” you leaned back and took his chin to make him look at you “see how I am already? You made me wet through my pijamas, anything to say about that??”

He looked down where your leggins were indeed as soaked as he had imagined, the dark patch too close to his cock for his brain to not malfunction. “I am going to fuck you so good babychick you wont be going out of bed in three working days” that you didn’t see it coming. He was never so aggressive from the beginning, but he was in such a horny state his hands were already shaking in your hips.

“Please let me eat you out” you moaned at his begging “its all I can think about” he closed his eyes and sighed just at the thought of your dripping cunt smearing his face and your sweet flavor filling his mouth. “You are so needy…” you said and he nodded slowly and deadly serious “only for you”.

One of his hands run up to your back, the other one still gripping your hip tightly. Your boy was so strong and so big it took him zero effort to stand up carrying you on top of him. “You wanted to go to bed yeah?” You grinned “I knew you would get the hint at some point”

He had been between your legs for two orgasms already. His face a dripping mess and his thumb circling your clit slowly compared to the quick pace his tongue had set on you. Slurping, moaning in your cunt, drawing random patterns in your inner thighs with his free hand to feel your soft skin somehow. He was fucking the mattress to get some kind of friction for himself although he could cum untouched by just the sound of your moans and the way you pushed his head impossibly close to you.

The overstimulation of cumming twice with just his mouth was torture but you couldn’t think about pushing him away, that would be worse. “My girl likes to go wild with overstim?” He slurped up a drop of your cum, pulling out his tongue to show you your own creamy arousal “you think you are stretched out for me already my love?”

You couldn’t take this any longer, having him inside was your top priority in this moment so you grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him up as he moaned in pleasure due to the sudden pain while you cried “mingi, pants off” you were already naked, but he had still these black home sweatpants that normally drove you crazy but in this moment drove you mad.

He obliged and pulled them down, revealing that he had no boxers on and letting his dripping cock spring out, red, all veins on display and you swore to god you had never seen him this hard in all the time you had been together.

You were already salivating… the stretch of his cock was always good, but this time.. oh my god you couldn’t imagine it, you had to have it.

Wide open on your bed, waiting for him to put the condom on and his dick to finally fill you up, anticipating that stretch you were aching for with little whimpers trying to escape your mouth.

And he knew it.

He was sliding his tip along your entrance, covering the condom in your slick and his own spit after his make out session with your pussy. “mingi, fuck off…” you were desperate for him “baby I really want to slam in, but I have to put it in slowly” this was half true given his size and half him getting revenge for his loss, but you were not having it.

You were always the winner for a reason: whatever he did you took it further.

You rose your hips and pushed against the tip. finally, finally opening yourself for him inch by inch. You couldn’t see it because you had closed your eyes at the feeling, but he kept them wide open in a completely fucked out expression, savoring the sight of your relaxed face for having him inside you at good fucking last.

Mingi tried, but he couldn’t keep your slow pace until the end and bottomed out in one go, gasping and falling over you, completely worn out already. “god, fuck, mingi” After a few seconds of both of you adjusting to the feeling he started moving, his body still flush against yours, he didn’t bear thinking about being the slightest bit apart from you and not feel you tense, squirm and tremble underneath him. Your sweat making it easier for you to meet his movements as if you were water.

“God…Your pussy hugs me so good baby, I love it. My fucking girl… you are mine, yeah? Answer me baby please…” and he sounded as he really needed you to give a response to that question, eyes shut and forehead pressed against yours. “Mingi…” you cupped his face with both your hands to kiss him “i am yours” you whispered between his lips and dragged your fingers to his hair to pull slightly.

His beautiful reaction every time you did so made you clench around him, making him open his eyes in shock at the sudden tightness and turning his growls even deeper.

He pretended he wasn’t, but he was so needy and so clingy. So lovedrunk for you that you saying that you belonged to him had him already close to cumming.

“There is no other one for you either” you looked at him in the eyes through your lashes, pulling off your best sultry face, “you are mine too, say it” he was shuddering, loving the way you demanded his response, bossing him around from underneath him as if the one being fucked to the brim wasn’t you.

You had him so in the palm of your hand he wouldn’t mind you closing it and crush him, how could he answer anything else than that? “I am yours baby… fuck…” and that made you giggle.

“Thanks” you pecked his lips, hugging him around his neck, legs around his waist pushing him deeper and earning a low moan from him, “baby I really won’t last today”, and it was a given since you had been fucking each other really since the moment you sat on the sofa this afternoon, “so take it easy on me and behave yeah?” he was fucking you slow, the way he knew you liked it. The way he could fill you completely and leave no single untouched spot inside you. But also the only way he would be able to keep going for a while.

And just because you were dying to see him lose his mind completely were you determined to do everything you knew he loved at the same time. Pressing kisses all over his neck till you reached his earlobe and bit it, “I am behaving right? I am being so good today, what you gonna give me, hm?”

He was panting heavily, eyes shut, both his hands at each side of your head, the vision so good and his dick so deep you nearly started crying at the unbearable thrill.

But you decided to slowly move your arms down from his neck to interlace one of his hands with your own instead. Your other hand landed on your lips, tongue full of spit ready to coat your fingers in your saliva and leaving a string behind once you finished with the task, never breaking the eye contact.

Mingi couldn’t win against you being a dirty brat, but he had even less chances of winning against your hand going down where your bodies met to push one of your soaked fingers inside your cunt, stretching you even more but making it even tighter for him.

His jaw clenched and his eyes were silently asking you if you were being for fucking real right now. And oh my god you were, so for fucking real that you started moving your finger slowly inside you and rubbing his dick on your way, moaning loud and grabbing his hand tightly, needing to hold onto something for how good it was feeling for you too.

“Fuuuuuuuuck….” Fuck it, he really didn’t stand a chance from the beginning “I am gonna cum, where do you want it? Tell me babe I won’t last much more” he knew that you loved to feel his cum all over you and you were already trembling, so close yourself.

You couldn’t imagine him pulling out from you right now nor for too long, this past weeks without any intimate contact at all were working hard on you so you didn’t have to think it twice “mingi please… cum inside”

He could never have figured you would say that, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he thought about how to answer.

“Raw baby?” He finally asked with a cry, just to make sure he was understanding it right “please…” your affirmation whisper froze him and made him almost nut on the spot.

He slowly carried on with the roll of his hips, struggling with the pace while the only thing on his mind was to piston fuck you into the bed after what you had asked him to do “you can’t say shit like that”. He was struggling, gritting his teeth and he really wanted to obey but you would regret this tomorrow, this had been said in the heat of the moment, or at least this is what he was telling himself in order not to breed you full.

But you blinked, you fucking innocently blinked pretending to be surprised, knowing how bad he wanted it and quickly slid your sticky hand out of your cunt and between your bodies to push him off and pull him out “but I can tho”.

In one swift motion and in a record time you took the condom off, tossed it somewhere on the floor and aligned his pulsing cock inside you again, painfully slowly sinking him in as you watched his face contort in pure ecstasy by the contact of your wet walls around him for the first time in months using protection.

Nothing could describe the way he felt about having you split open and raw underneath him, completely his to take. You put your arms around his neck, dragging him down to look him in the eyes again as you always liked to watch him when he reached his climax “now you can cum baby” your voice was merely a whisper, small but commanding “i will look so good with your cum dripping out later”.

And that was it. Something animalistic took over him and he started to move rougher, faster and more desperate than he ever had .

“Yeah?? You want to be full of my cum that bad??” His voice deep in the crook of your neck sending shivers through your whole body. Shit, you wanted to see his face!! but you were feeling so good at the way he thrusted into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit each time he went back inside, that you couldn’t be arsed complaining about it.

“Not enough with having me ballsdeep inside you that you also want to keep me there after I pull out??” He was testing the waters, trying to find out if he could say what he actually wanted to. But your loud moan at his words told him that he could carry on and so he did.

“You want me here?” you were far gone, dripping from your pussy to the bed and your skin burning, goosebumps all over and making the prettiest noises he had ever heard.

Never knew this would thrill him so much, but as his hand reached your belly, pressing down slightly and feeling himself moving in and out of you over your skin and going back to kiss you desperately he understood that no other raw pussy was ever gonna have him “you want me to get you pregnant tonight or what?”

Finally. He met your eyes just in time to see them roll back and flutter shut, your cry immediate “yes yes yes yes” you were begging, your cunt squeezing and sucking his cock in so hard it was getting difficult for him to slide out, seeing white ass stars as you came around him repeating his name since it was the only word you could remember.

The noises of your wet bodies crashing every time he thrusted inside you filling his ears and the warmth of your cum soaking his pelvis felt too good, “you drive me fucking insane” he growled and was now letting go, feeling you milk him dry and trembling in a pleasure he was sure he was going to get addicted to.

Cumming raw and inside after holding it in for so long only for you, he really wanted to see how your tummy grew big. “mingi…” he covered his nervous smile with your lips, still panting over your worn out body, never pulling out even after both of you came down from the shared orgasm.

Wait, “you are still hard??” you couldn’t believe it “give me another one babes, i know you can” there was nothing else in this world that had him in more bliss than your whole body response when you were cumming and he knew that nothing could ever compare to the way your walls hugged him perfectly, massaging his cock in ways nothing could do. He needed to feel it some more “you are having my kids no? we need to fill this up”. His words were going to turn you into burning ashes.

He started to move slowly again, the painful overstimulation not being enough to make him stop “but mingi I don’t think I can cum anymore” your eyebrows were beautifully frown and a tear was about to roll down your cheek when he suddenly flipped you over, you being still flush against his body but now on top of him. He fucking knew you loved being on top, completely able to adjust to his length and set your own pace. Watching him from above was one of your most personal moments.

You looked at him in disbelief, he was seriously going to play this game with you??? You straighten up, watching him dangerously challenging but still catching your breath. As soon as you leaned back and rolled your hips your thoughts about not being able to cum were already gone, his dick filling you up so good you couldn’t believe you ever said that.

You put one hand over his leg to balance yourself while grinding over his dick nice and slow “actually maybe I can…?” your other one gently reaching your belly and caressing it in a wide circle, your own touch giving you goosebumps, the gesture making him flinch at the thought of his cum inside you right where you were touching yourself, yours and his imagination going fucking wild.

He closed his eyes to savor each sensation you could pull out of him, hands running up your legs and landing on your hips to help you grind. But he really wanted to see you, so when he opened his eyes again you were still watching him, all the love you felt for him showing on your face and basically dancing on his lap, little moans escaping your mouth. His eyes on you were so raw and sincere it had you melting, a hot drop of your slick running down your boyfriends lap. How the fuck were you this lucky you didn’t know.

He was biting his bottom lip, all his feelings over the place. he loved you so much. And knowing you felt the same for him sometimes blew his mind “how am i so lucky?” you smiled at his words matching your exact thoughts, “look at me mingi, am I not lucky too?” he indeed looked at you, from your pretty face to your pretty hole sucking his cock, a husky moan leaving him.

He brought his hand to your pussy and split your lips open to watch how his cock disappeared inside you “fucking god…” he nearly came again at the sight of his release forming a ring around his base “I wish I could see this forever” and he could tell when you had a bright idea pop into your clever head, like right now.

You stopped for a second to reach out for your phone, your change of position making him pant and trying to hold you still. You popped the camera app on your screen and pressed record then offered it to him. Seriously, how was he so lucky? He was too horny to argue or question you so…

His eyes were fixed on the screen, watching you go back to moving gently on his dick but quickening your pace until you were sliding him out and bucking back in, jumping and moaning nonsenses. His dick felt so right inside you, so where it belonged to that you stopped thinking what you were saying, completely lovedrunk yourself.

“I love this dick” he groaned and struggled to keep the recording and it took everything in him to not throw the phone away and keep looking through the screen, “no one else is ever cumming inside me, I am all yours” you cried and threw your head back, letting out a high pitched moan as you sensed his free hand grip your hip tighter and buck up to meet your movements.

The hand where he was holding the phone completely trembling, the dirty feeling of this happening to him but also watching you getting fucked through anything that wasn’t his own eyes made it look like something nasty. And hell was he getting off to that shit, “mingi I am gonna…” “yeah, yeah please cum babychick, I am following”

Mingi had this rare gifted talent of making you cum as soon as he commanded, and so you did. The scream was loud from both parts, your pussy tightening harder than it ever had around him, not wanting him to ever leave that place “I am cumming inside again baby is that okay?” you couldn’t even manage to answer, your orgasm so hard it was lasting forever to go down, so you only nodded fervently as a yes.

All the edging and the overstimulation from earlier skyrocketing your sensitivity. It wasn’t easy for it to happen to you but it did this time and it was recorded forever for commemorative purposes; your pussy started to spray over everything reachable around you, all his torso drenched in your squirt, the camera lens soaked and the image blurry.

Fuck it, you didn’t need to save anything else. Mingi stopped the recording and tossed the phone somewhere over the bed, sat up straight to hug you while you were still crying out his name and started to thrust harsher from bellow.

You hugged him back, curling your legs around his waist to keep him as close as you could and started to kiss him desperately, no rhythm no attention, waiting for this rollercoaster climax to end. His movements were already unsteady due to his own incoming orgasm, calling your name and saying sweet praises into your mouth as the string finally snapped and he finished inside again, making your insides warm with his hot cum.

Once he calmed down he fell on his back over the bed, hugging you still over on top of him, totally worn out and suddenly cold after what you thought had been the best orgasm you’d had.

“shit” you sighed “it is so cold” mingi smiled, completely satisfied, “let me get a towel, I will clean this mess up” he reached down to get a sample of the said mess in his finger. You couldn’t help it and licked it without thinking, “baby… don’t go there again” he was being half serious, but his still inside cock twitched weakly. You laughed at him, “baby go get that towel, I am seriously cold”.

He slid out of you, leaving you to get the promised towel, both relieved and sad at the sudden emptiness in your cunt. But… wait, it is not that empty? Your cheeks burned beet red, remembering how you had been begging him to get you pregnant. How many kinks were you gonna collect with this guy?! Your hand moved by its own, trying to find its way to your slit.

As soon as you felt it in your fingers you couldn’t stop yourself, you were putting all the cum that dripped out back in, moaning quietly at the single thought of your belly full of him again.

“need any help with that?” you looked towards the door, he was leaning against its frame, towel in hand, his smile showing his front teeth that you loved so much. You had to smile back, “yeah?”

—

A/N: Hellooo haha this took me a while.

I know it was meant to be the continuation for Say it like you mean it, but it has been so long already (two whole years to be exact) that I found no joy in these characters anymore. And as much as I tried to start them over again (seriously I had like 9 drafts about them) it always ended up being just not too good. I really wanted to give them a hot and steamy (and really long wtf) chance with this one. I think my writing got better too (not posting at all but still writing), even if english is not my mother language and therefore I am a bit limited!

I would like to improve some more for the next one, which will also be set on mingi & the chick since i am biased and i kinda got attached to some of the topics I was writing about in Say it like you mean it. So for now we have this one, but possibly the next one will fiiiiinally be SILYMI part.2? When? Who knows, no one when it comes to me i am afraid.

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed. Comments are welcome ♡

[isaadore]

SAY YOU'LL BE BETTER LUKE HUGHES

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎pairing luke hughes x reader

SUMMARY luke does something stupid, bad enough to leave you questioning everything. he never meant to hurt you, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. word count 0.6k

warnings angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, miscommunication, mentions of drinking, swearing

note requested <3 and i know the photos and theme don’t match the story AT ALL but i couldn’t find anything else okay 😣

LH43 MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

THE PARTY WAS too loud.

Music rattled the walls, the bass thudding in your chest like a second heartbeat. Bodies were packed into the house, voices overlapping, the scent of spilled drinks and expensive cologne hanging heavy in the air.

And Luke?

Luke was in the middle of it all, laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Like he hadn’t completely forgotten about you.

You weren’t even sure why you came. You waited for him for over an hour before giving up, and the dinner you planned together was now sitting cold in your apartment. He promised. Swore up and down that he would be there. But then Jack texted you about the party, and suddenly it all made sense.

You didn’t even want to be mad, but it was hard not to be when you watched him toss an arm over a random guy’s shoulder, grinning like nothing else existed outside that house. Like you didn’t exist.

Maybe it was dramatic. Maybe it was stupid. But you were always the one waiting on Luke, weren’t you? Always the one adjusting, bending, letting him take up all the space while you shrank yourself down.

And maybe you were finally tired of it.

You turned to leave, shoving past the crowd, but you didn’t get far before a hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Hey, wait.” His voice was slightly slurred, but the panic in his tone was obvious. “Where are you going?”

You pulled yourself free. “Home.”

Luke blinked. “What? But you just got here.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t supposed to be here, Luke. I was supposed to be with you.”

His face fell, confusion turning to realization, then regret. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” Your arms crossed over your chest. “Shit.”

“I—fuck, I lost track of time. I—”

You shook your head, stepping back. “It doesn’t matter.”

But it did matter, and he knew it. You saw it in the way his brows knit together, his lips parting like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

It would have almost been funny if it didn’t hurt so much.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned away. “Have fun, Luke.”

You didn’t wait for a response.

You didn’t expect him to show up.

You were curled up on your couch, staring blankly at the untouched plates on the table, when there was a knock at your door. You ignored it at first, but then his voice came through.

“Please.”

You hesitated. Then, with a deep breath, you opened the door.

Luke stood there, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot, not from drinking, but from guilt. He looked exhausted. Lost.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

You leaned against the doorframe. “For what?”

“For everything. For not showing up, for making you feel like…” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. “Like you don’t matter.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

“I just…” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t want to be that guy. The one who takes you for granted. Because I don’t. I swear, I don’t.”

Your eyes burned. “Then why does it feel like you do?”

Luke’s breath caught. He looked like you had just knocked the air out of his lungs.

You sighed, your voice quieter now. “You say I matter, but when it comes down to it, I’m always the one waiting for you.”

He didn’t argue. Didn’t try to defend himself. He just nodded, swallowing hard. “I know.”

And then, cautiously, he stepped forward. “I love you,” he said, like the words might break in his mouth. “And I swear to you, I’ll be better. I just need you to let me prove it.”

You should have said no. Should have told him it was too late. But when you looked at him, at the desperation in his eyes, the raw, open way he was looking at you, you didn’t want to.

Because you loved him too.

You stepped back, opening the door a little wider.

Luke exhaled, relief washing over his face as he stepped inside, wrapping his arms around you like he never wanted to let go.

And for now, you let him.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎LH43 MASTERLIST ✷ MAIN MASTERLIST

© 2025 ISAADORE

[spidybaby]

The Lucky One

Summary: Fer tries to play Cupid with you, and it ends up not being what he expected.

Warnings: name calling, cursing, secret relationship.

A/N: Hello my shaylas, how are you??? I'm finally back. After trying for days to post, tumblr allowed me to do it! Love you all. I hope you are having an amazing day ❤️

"When are you going to let me set you up in a blind date?" Fer asks.

You roll your eyes. "Why can't I just stay single?" You ask.

Fernando hugs you by the shoulders, he laughs at how you are frowning your eyebrows.

"Vamos, there's nothing wrong with being single." He says. "I'm just worried about you."

You frown even harder. Looking at him with a confused look on your face. "Why?"

"Joder! I met you a little over a year ago, and you never introduced me or any of the guys here to a boy or talked about a love interest."

You take his arm away from you. "I'm sorry I've been busy with life." You say, walking to the fridge.

You met Fernando in a culinary course. He was the second chef in charge. You bonded with him when you asked him to help you with some recipes.

He stayed some extra time with you in the kitchen where the class was taking place. He made sure you understood everything.

You two created a nice friendship. You even invited him to your birthday. It was something genuine and very respectful.

You two were in your house, you were practicing the last dish of the course. You needed to make it perfectly to be able to pass the course.

"You are mixing the wrong way." He says, smiling at you.

He takes the bowl to his side, grabbing the spoon and showing you how to do it.

You sigh. Rolling your eyes and grabbing back the bowl.

"Who do you even want to introduce me to?"

Fernando smirks, taking his phone out of his pocket. "He's a friend of mine, I promise you are going to love him."

You shake your head no at his exciment.

"One thing, I don't do clubs." You point out. "I don't feel like meeting someone on a very crowded place."

Fer nods, texting quickly.

"What about my house?" He suggests. "My parents are not going to be there, and my brother is busy during the evening."

You nod, agreeing to his crazy proposal.

"Okay, my house, this weekend." He smiles. "Lunch will be."

"Okay, I'll do my best to not have a bitch face the whole evening."

"Great!" He says. "Now, you are mixing it wrong again."

☁️☁️☁️

"You are here!" Fer says, opening the door to his house. "My friend is almost here." He explains.

He grabs your wrist, pulling you inside of the house. You two walk into the house and in the kitchen.

"Ve!" He says, hurrying you to go into the backyard.

You open the door, already feeling uncomfortable. You find two boys and one girl. You say a shy greeting to them.

"Chicos, she's Y/n." Fer introduces you to them. "This is Pam." He says, pointing to a girl. "This is Adrian, he and Pam are a couple."

"Hola!" They both say.

"This other one is Mike." He points to the last one. "He's a friend from Tenerife."

"Nice to meet you." You smile.

You start a small talk with Pam. She was nice and tried to make you talk and get to know the others.

"And I study to be a teacher." She says.

You smile at her. You tell her about yourself. She was very interested and asked you some questions.

"So you think Fer is a food chef?" Adrian asks, a mischievous tone behind the question.

"I do, he's very helpful."

"He once burned the chicken." Mike says, both Adrian and him were looking at Fer in a funny way.

"One time!" He laughs. "Y/n, can you help me with something?" He asks.

You nod, excusing yourself and walking inside the house.

Fer asked you to help him with some snacks. He trusted you more than what he trusted his cousin with flavor.

You joke with him about that burned chicken. He was trying to act as if that didn't really happened and it was because his little brother distracted him.

You take the snacks out and walk back to see if Fer needed any more help. You find him texting with one hand, and the other is mixing something that is on the stove.

"Don't burn that." You say.

"One time!" He repeats. "And it was my brother's fault."

"Was he cooking?"

He was about to answer, but the doorbell interrupted him. You have a feeling on who it is. Mostly because Fernando has this smirk again.

"I'm getting it." He says, turning the stove off and rushing to the door.

You like to say that you don't care about this "blind encounter" or whatever this is supposed to be.

Yet you can't help but check your hair and check if you look presentable. As much as you hate the idea of being in this situation, you at least want to look good.

You take a deep breath, only a few hours, and then you can ghost this guy. Nice and smooth. Or maybe you are actually going to like this guy, and maybe it's going to be a nice evening.

"Ya volvimos!" Fer says, walking to the kitchen with this tall, blonde guy. You tried your best to hide your emotions.

You can't help but feel a little comical. Fer really never asked you what your type was. You definitely were not into blonde guys.

Strike one.

"This is Daniel." Fer introduces the guy.

"Hola," you smile at him. "I'm Y/n."

"Fer told me a lot about you." Daniel smiles.

"I'm checking on the others. You guys can talk here." Fer says, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen.

You two stood there in an awkward silence. You try to think of something to say that makes a nice conversation.

"Fer told me you are a chef." He says, getting a little closer.

"Not quite a chef." You chuckle. "I'm just learning to cook some fancy dishes." You explain. "Want to go out with everyone?"

"Mmm, let's sit on the couch." He smiles.

You nod, walking with him to the couch. You act quickly and sit on the single one. Letting him sit on the large one that was next to the one you are in.

"What do you do?" You ask, trying to keep the flow.

"Not much." He says, shrugging.

"Are you in college?" You try to ask something again.

"Yeah, I do." He smiles.

You smile back, very awkward at how bad this was going. You two just seat there, the horrible silence that was created by the lack of conversation was killing you.

"I heard that you like to play basketball." You say, remembering a little of what Fernando described him to be.

"Oh, I do." He says, very monotone tone. "I think people are more focused on football these days, but I've been training since I was a kid and-"

You zone out after a few seconds. Couldn't he just say < yes, I do > and move out with the topic?

"And I really think that the Lakers are better than the Warriors."

"Yeah, I like tennis." You say, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I like tennis too." He says in a happy tone. "Who's your favorite player?"

"Serena Williams."

He chuckles. "I mean, yes, she's a tennis player, in theory." He starts.

Don't say it, you think.

Don't.

"But who's your favorite real tennis player?"

You hang your head low. "Nadal." You sigh.

Second strike.

"Let's go with the others." You say, getting up and walking straight to the garden.

The way Pam smiled at you and patted the chair next to her was so cute to you.

"Was it bad?" She asks, whispering so no one else hears.

"I mean, he still has one strike." You chuckle.

You two talk about different topics. You really got to know her and like her. Maybe that can be a consolation for the blind date thing.

You won't walk out of there with a "boyfriend" like Fernando wanted you to, but you definitely will walk out with a new friend.

"Hey, Y/n." Daniel calls you.

You turn to him, humming so he can say what he needs to say. You were eating the food that Fernando prepared.

"You asked me about basketball, maybe you can drop off at tomorrows practice."

Was that his idea of a date?

Was that even an invitation for a date?

"I'll think about it." You say, smiling lightly.

"Yeah, maybe we can go out and see that femenine tennis game at the bar that's close to where I train."

"Oh, you like tennis?" Mike asks, smiling.

"I do, I trained and played a good number of games when I was a kid-"

"She likes Serena Williams." Daniel says. "Like I asked her for a tennis player, not a lady with a racket."

Everybody fell quiet. He definitely thought that I was going to be a funny joke and that everyone was going to burst out laughing.

"I like Serena Williams too." Pam says. "I think she's the best and some of the younger girls on tennis really look up to her."

"Do you guys want more salad?" You ask, trying to change the topic. "It's amazing."

"Yeah, Fer." Adrian says. "Thank you, hermano. This is amazing, thank you for not burning it."

"One fucking time!" Fernando laughs.

You all laughed at him, and he started to say how much his reputation mattered to him, that the burned food was ruining it.

"Do you need help with the dessert?" You ask him, seeing that he got up to go back inside.

"The last you can do after ruining my reputation." He jokes.

You walk inside with him. Helping him with serving some ice cream into cups. You help him with taking them outside.

"I'll be right back." You say to Pam, who wanted to tell you something.

You notice Fer washings his hands on the sink. You had caramel on your hands also, so you needed to wash them too.

"Fer, where is your bathroom?" You ask, sticking your hands together to play with the caramel on them.

"It's the door in front of the stairs, almost at the front." He points.

You nod, walking to the entrance. You find the bathroom, but the problem now was that your hands were sticky with caramel.

You tried with your elbow, but it was no use. Try with your arm, but it was too heavy for it to open up.

"Quieres ayuda?" You hear someone say behind you. (Do you need help?)

You turn, finding a boy. He definitely was Fernando's brother because they do look alike.

"Si, please." You smile at him. "I have caramel all over my hands, and I can't open it."

He chuckles. "We all been there." He says, trying to make you less worried.

"Gracias, mmm?" You humm, trying to get him to tell you his name.

"Pedri." He says with a smile.

"Gracias, Pedri." You repeat, but this time you say his name.

He does this winking with both eyes. You can't help but find that attractive in some way. He was like a remastered version of Fernando.

A better one, you may say.

"If you need help with something else, I'll be in the kitchen." He smiles.

You nod, smiling at him. "Gracias." You repeat, walking inside the bathroom.

You wash your hands quickly, a part of you want to rush to be able to meet Fer's brother in the kitchen.

The other knows that if Fernando finds out you are trying to make a move on his brother, he will be mad.

Maybe that was the reason why he had never talked about him before. Maybe he was just nice to strangers, and was that annoying boy Fer always yap about.

You walk back to the living room. Thankfully, the kitchen was right next to it, so it was easy for Fer and Pedri to see you walking back.

"The caramel is gone." You say to fer, showing him your hands.

He chuckles, "Hey, this is Pedri." He says, turning to where pedri is, giving him a small hit on the head. "My little brother."

You nod, smiling at him. "Nice to know the one you blame for the burned food." You mess with Fer.

"Jo'er!" Pedri laughs. You can't help but find his laugh so cute. "Don't believe him, I wasn't in the house that day."

You giggle, looking at him.

He was also looking at you.

"Y/n is the one who made the lemon cake from the other day." Fer explains to Pedri. "He loved it, ate almost every slice of it."

You smile while bitting your lip. "Glad to know someone liked it." You say to Pedri.

"Buaf, liked it is not enough." He chuckles. "I broke my diet, so worth it."

"I can bake some for you."

Pedri nods, smiling like a little kid.

Fer calls your name from the backyard. You smile at pedri and walk outside.

"Your ice cream." Pam says.

You sit down, grabbing the spoon and mixing the very melted ice cream you had in front of you. You listen to the conversation, not wanting to involve yourself on it.

From your place you can see Pedri inside of the house, he was playing with the family dog. You knew the dog from Fernando's insta stories.

You can't help but smile at how delicate he is being with the dog.

"Oye," Daniel says to you. "I can give you a ride home. Fer mentioned that you didn't bring your car."

You scrunch your nose. "It's okay, I can order an Uber." You smile.

"Nonsense, I'll take you." He smiles, passing his arm around your shoulders.

You cringe at the action. Quickly grabbing the plates that are in front of you and him.

"Fer!" You say, getting up and making his arm leave your body. "Let me help you with the dishes."

"Oh si, we will help you." Pam says, grabbing some of the plates.

Daniel passed you Mike's plate while Pam had hers, Adriand and Fernandos plate. You walk with her to the kitchen.

"You really don't like him." She whispers.

"Qué?" You ask, trying to act as if you don't understand. "Wha- What are you talking about?"

"Dani, he's been all over you, and you've been so evasive with him."

You stayed quiet, making a face that makes her laugh.

"Let's just say that he's not my cup of tea." You say quietly. "He's just everything that I don't like combined in one dumb dude."

"He really doesn't know when to shut up." She sighs.

You just nodded, not really wanting to talk about it. Daniel was a little bit over himself and was the typical macho guy who thought that he's all that.

You stayed in the kitchen while the boys were outside. They were standing up, so maybe it meant that I was time for the gathering to end.

"Hey, give me your number." Pam says, taking her phone out of her pocket. "That way we can hang out."

You nod, happy and excited that you made a friend. You two share numbers and Instas.

"Party's over." Fer says, entering with the boys to the house.

You say goodbye to Adrian and Mike, giving a small hug to Pam and wave at Fer that was busy loading the dishwasher.

You notice that Daniel was in the backyard talking on the phone. You walk your way to the door to be able to get out before he gets off the phone.

You close the house front door and take your phone to order an Uber. Sadly for you, you were facing the consequences of your own actions.

You were too lazy to change your phone before getting ready, telling yourself that the charge that was left was enough for the day.

Well, it wasn't.

"Shit." You curse, trying not to be loud.

"Tas' bien?"

You lift your head and turn back to the house, finding Pedri looking at you.

"Si, I just got no battery left, and I can't order my Uber." You say, smiling to hide your embarrassment.

"I can take you home." He smiles. "I'm going out, and I don't mind dropping you off."

"I don't want to be a bother." You say, feeling a little shy. "I'll just find a cab."

"Qué va! I'll take you." He says, walking close to you. "Vamos, I left the car outside."

He places his hand on your back, pushing you very lightly for you to walk. You feel this small goosebump.

He not only opens the door of his house to you but also the door of his car. You know that's not something that needs to wow you, but it does.

"Where to, señorita?" He asks happily.

You giggle at his enthusiasm. "Do you by any chance know the Calid Apartments?"

"Si, it's close to camp nou."

You nod. "Yes, the precious Camp nou."

"Do you like football?" He asks.

You shake your head no. "I'm bad at every sport known to man." You laugh, making him laugh. "That's why I picked cooking as my skill."

"You sure are good at that one." He says. "I'm not letting you bit out of the fact that you offered me more of that lemon cake."

He stopped at a red light, head turned to you. The way he was smiling at you and the way the red light hit the high spots of his face.

You were kind of thankful that the red light was hiding your blushed face.

"I'll make you as much lemon cake as you want." You whisper.

"Promise?" He whispers back, smiling at you.

"Yes." You giggle.

The car behind you honk as soon as the light turns green. Making Pedri's eyes move from you to the street.

"Do you want to play some music?" He asks, trying to act normal, he unlock his phone and passes it to you.

You grab the phone, opening spotify and pressing play to the song that was already playing.

The rest of the drive was silent. Not an uncomfortable one, you feel relaxed in some type of way.

You got a text from Fernando, he was asking you where you were. You block your phone, you'll deal with that later.

"We are here." Pedri says, parking in front of the building.

"Gracias, Pedri." You smile at him. "You saved me. Drive safe."

You close the door of his car, waving at him. You only get to walk a few steps before you hear Pedri calling your name.

You turn back to the car, his window is now down. He has that smile that is growing on you.

"Si?"

"Do you want to see a football game?"

You scrunch your nose. "Well, like i said, I don't know anything about football. Why?"

He chuckles, "I have a game this weekend, it's at 2 pm." He explains. "I know that's in four days, but I was wondering if you would like to come?"

You nod quite quickly. "I might not get anything, but I would like to." You smile.

"Talking about that, I can explain some basics to you."

You nod happily. "Give me your phone." You ask, getting your hand inside his car. You pick his phone, saving your number on his contacts. "You have my number. Text me whenever you are free."

He winks at you, saying a quick goodbye. You turn right before entering the building, waving at him.

☁️☁️☁️

"Hola!" You say, opening the door for Pedri.

"Hola, guapa." He smiles.

You step aside so he can get inside. He has a bag on his hands.

"What's that?" You ask, curious about it.

He hands you the bag. "For you." He smiles.

You grab it, also grabbing his wrist and walking with him to your couch. You sit and open the bag.

It was a simple bag, no indication of what was inside whatsoever. That is why when you open it, you are taken by surprise. It was a barca jersey.

"Una camisa!" You say happy. You take the jersey out and check it. (A jersey!)

"This is the black one." He explains, "we have a green one, the blaugrana one and this one."

You check the back to see which player he picked. "It's empty." You say.

He nods. "I'll let you decide which player you want."

You nod. "Cristino!" You smile.

He burst out laughing at your words. When you mentioned that you didn't know anything about football, he thought that maybe you meant the bases of the game, not that you didn't even knew the players or teams.

"I mean, he was in Real Madrid." He explains.

"Oh," you say, blushing at how dumb you must look. "Then who's on your team?"

"We got Gavi, Ferran, Cubarsi." He began naming the players. "We had Messi."

"I know that one." You smile. "But in my mind, he was a psg player."

"He was, before Miami."

You nod. "Do you want something to drink?" You ask him. "The lemon cake is in the oven." You tease.

"Fuck, can I be honest with you?"

"Siempre." You giggle.

"I trained extra hard just because I knew you would bake something."

"I promise it'll be worth it."

You notice that he has a piece of grass on his hair, you think about it for a few seconds. You decide to move your hand to the side of his head, taking the grass off of him.

"I can tell you trained hard." You joke with him, showing him the small trace of grass on your hand.

Your hand goes back to that section of hair, combing it with your fingers to make sure there is nothing left.

Pedri's eyes are running along your features, the way the natural light makes you look like a work of art.

Maybe it's because it's been a long time since he ever felt this attracted to someone. Maybe it's because you are so new to him, and that makes him want to have you around till he knows you.

Or maybe, just maybe it's because you are not like those other girls in his past. You don't care that he plays in one of the biggest teams of Europe.

You don't care that he just invited you to one big game, you don't even know who is on the team or what position he plays in.

You don't care about his money or take a picture with him to get followers and get people talking about you.

"Done." You smile. "Now, where do we start?"

Pedri clears his throat. "Okay, I know that Real Sociedad and Girona match is being replayed in about fifteen minutes, so I think that we can watch it and I'll explain everything to you."

You nod, letting Pedri get on his zone. He was happy that he got to share something he loved like football.

Pedri takes his time with you, explaining every little detail. There was an offside? He will explain to you why that happens and how to not get offsided.

Was there a yellow? Okay, now you know why you get a yellow. What about two yellow? No problem, he has an explanation.

Someone got a red? Well, now you can tell what kind of red card that is. If it was for too many yellows, if it was for a foul, for violence or any other kind of red.

You know now that Pedri is a midfielder, he explains what he does and why his position was important in the game.

"Pacheco is a defender." He explains, pointing to the player. That's why he seems more aggressive."

"Got it." You nod.

During the game, Zubimendi got tackled by Martinez feet. You frown, knowing now that it was a very evident yellow.

"Wait, why is the guy that gives the cards not giving him a yellow? That was a clear foul." You argue.

Pedri can't help the laugh. "Referee, guapa." He says. "And sometimes you'll notice that referees don't give cards or mark a clear thing. That's because they are some cabrones."

"Okay, so the match is almost done, 90 minutes completed. The referee is now supposed to give extra time that will do to make up for lost time."

"Two minutes?" You ask. "What can you do with two minutes?" You frown.

You not also learned that two minutes was a valuable time in football, but also you learned that you spoke way too soon.

"That is what you can do with two minutes." He says after one player scored. "He can even get another one."

You get up, walking to the kitchen to cut the now cold cake. You place a big slice on a plate. You grab a fork and walk back to the couch.

You handed the cake to him, who didn't even last more than five seconds before taking it into his own hands.

"This is amazing." He says, closing his eyes.

"Glad you like it." You smile. "I'll put the rest in a topper and you can take it home."

"Eres la mejor." He says with a mouth full. (You are the best)

You stayed quiet, watching him enjoy his slice of cake. You feel happy that he was so vocal about liking your food.

You let him talk a little bit more about football. You don't understand, but watching him talk and being so open about it makes him so attractive.

"I'll invite my cousin and his girlfriend." He explains. "Adrian mentioned that you two hit off very well."

"Si, she's really nice."

"Vale, then I think my work here is done." He chuckles. "I'll send you the pass information the morning of the game."

You nod, walking back to the kitchen to save the rest of that cake for him.

"Save a piece for Fer." You tell him.

"I can try." He says, shrugging. "But I might not be that successful."

☁️☁️☁️

"You are alive!" Fer says, exaggerating his tone.

"Never stopped." You laugh.

"Pero joder, you stopped answering my texts." He argues. "You only answer Pam's texts." He rolls his eyes.

"Don't be jealous, you are my favorite loser." You say, hugging him. "I'm sorry I didn't answer, it's just that I was busy." You lie.

"Aja. Sure." He smiles. "Also, Daniel asked me for your number the night of the party and I gave it to him."

You nod, faking a smile. "I know, he texted me." You say.

As much as you want to say that his friend is weird and that you didn't really hit it off with him, you don't.

"Subete! Let's go to camp nou." He does a little dance. "Are you excited?"

You nod, "Very much, I even got a kit." You say, pointing to your jersey.

"You finally caught onto a sport." Fer teases, knowing that you are not good at any sport.

You scuff, hitting his arm very lightly. You roll your eyes, knowing that he is right in mocking you.

You let him tell you about this movie he saw last night. He was so happy with the plot while you pay no attention to him.

Your whole focus was on Pedri's texts, he was asking if you if you were ready for the match and if you had your new jersey on.

You smile at the picture he sent you, it was him ready for warm up. You feel comfortable with him and you feel happy that he feels comfortable enough to be natural with you.

You send him a picture of the road. Updating him on where you are and that you have the jersey he gifted you.

You can't lie, a few days ago you were all < I don't need a new friend / boyfriend. I'm fine alone." But now that Pedri made his way into your life, you are enjoying it.

"Are you even listening to me?" Fer asks.

You nod. "Yes, you burned the banana bread your mother asked you to bake." You say, blocking your screen.

"Who are you even talking to?"

You feel your heart jump from the question.

You aren't doing anything wrong, but you are also sure he won't be happy to know his friend is talking to his little brother.

"Daniel." You say, not thinking enough. You mentally hit yourself because that will create a problem.

"Okay!" Fer says, smiling. "My work as Cupid is amazing, I see."

You stayed quiet, hearing him talk about other topics. You check your phone from time to time to answer Pedri's texts.

When you two arrive at the stadium, you feel kind of nervous. You never been to a game or never really been attracted to any sport so this feeling was new for you.

But you weren't just attracted to the sport, you feel attracted to the boy playing that sport.

"Adrian is inside with Pam." Fer says.

You feel happy, the stadium was really big. You remember that Pedri told you that the Camp Nou was even bigger and that it was better.

Fer and you walk over to the stand, you see that people are starting to take their seats. You follow fer to the correct seats.

"Y/n!" Pam says, getting up to greet you. "Love your jersey."

"Thank you, love yours!" You say, hugging her. "Hola Adrian." You say to the boy next to her.

You sit between Pam and Fernando. He wanted for you to sit there so he could explain som parts of the game to you.

You spend the remaining time until the match starts talking with fer and Pam. Adrian and her had an idea of going to Tenerife to have a relaxing weekend.

Fer was happy because that means visiting his family and being able to have a nice weekend with his friends from Tenerife.

"We can use one of Pedri's days off." Fer suggests. "I know he has some next month, and I think it's on the week that he will play againt Las Palmas."

"That's amazing!" Pam says. "You are coming, right?"

You shrugged. "Can I confirm later?" You ask.

"Venga, you have to come!" Adrian says.

"She will, I'll make sure of it."

The conversation got interrupted by the screaming of the people. You all turn attention to the field where the players were coming.

You see the players doing the intro and everything. To you it was amazing, you never seen that before, and you are sure you look like another young boy in the stadium seeing their favorite players for the first time.

They got in position, ready to play. Pedri turns to the bleachers, he's trying to spot his brother or cousin.

When he does, he notices you next to Fer. His smile grows. He turns back to the field, he needs to have his mind on the ball and not on the bleachers.

You try your best to enjoy the game, doing your best to remember what Pedri told you. When one of the players from the other team pushes the number 9, you quickly frown.

"But that's a clear foul." You say, noticing how the referee gives zero fucks about the in clear pain player. "Why is he not giving him a yellow?"

Fer turns to you. "Because he's an asshole." Fer says.

You turn back to the field. The 9 got up and is talking to the referee. You try to understand why it is so complicated to give a card when it's so obviously deserved.

"Espera," Fer says, turning back to you. "Did you just say the word foul and yellow card?" He asks surprised.

"I'm not that dumb." You laugh.

The first half was good. You stressed about the fact that the players of the other team were on and on over the barca players.

"I hate this game." You say t everyone. You have a pout on your face. "Why is the referee that way?"

"That's what we all ask each other week after week." Adrian says.

"Wait for them to foul Pedri." Fer says on a bitter tone. "They love to ignore how other players attack him."

You just frown. Why would anyone attack that gorgeous man?

You sake that thought out of your head. "That's fucked up." You say to Fer.

Thankfully to you, the rest wasn't that long. You hear the screams and people chanting different players' names.

The second time was somehow worse than the first. Fer wasn't lying when he explained to you that the referees hated barca.

Number 7 makes a wrong move and tackles the 11 of the other team. You can see how the yellow card shines in his direction.

But thanks to Pedri, number 3 and number 2. The game got more interesting. Pedri assist number 9 and he scores a goal.

"Only the extra time left." Adrian says. "And we are still leaders on La Liga."

"Is that good?" You ask Fer.

"That's amazing!" He smiles. "Remember, you always want for us to be leaders."

After the extra minutes the game was over. That meant three more points for barca and a clearly free way to the top.

Pedri got named motm, meaning he was leaving with a trophy. He explained that motm meant that he was the best player among the two teams.

The four of you walk back to the parking lot after waiting a while for the people to start leaving.

"Oye, we will head home for pizza and a drink." Fer says, to you. "And you are coming too."

You nod, thanking him for inviting you to go with them.

"Also I texted Daniel, he will be there in an hour. It's enough time for us to get there."

You got serious. It's not like you hated the guy, but if you had to save an ice cream cone from the sun or save him... yeah the ice cream.

Fer explained to you that Pedri has his car and he will get home after showering and talking to some players.

You check your phone when it vibrates. You had two texts, one from Pedri asking you how the match was from your pov.

And the second one was from Daniel, telling you that he was excited to see you at Fer's and that maybe you can plan an outing while you are there.

You obviously answer the first text, telling Pedri your thoughts. You even tell him that you were enow mad at that specific referee and will find him for not giving a yellow when he got tackled.

You can't help but feel bad at Daniel's text. You hate to ignore people, you answer with a thumbs up emoji.

You made your way to Fer's house. Picking the pizza and some beverages on the way. You text Pedri, asking him if he was planning on drinking something.

He answered that he won't and that he might just stick to some water because he has a recovery training tomorrow in the evening.

"Can you help Pam with the pizza while Adrian and I make the dri-" Fer was saying, but the doorbell interrupted him. "Maybe please open the door?"

You nod, smiling at him and handing the pizza boxes to Pam. You walk to the door and open it.

"Hola, mi guapa." Daniel says, smiling at you. "You look amazing on that."

"Hola." You say, very dry tone.

You turn, leaving him at the door and walking back inside.

Pam was about to talk but she noticed the boy behind you. "Oh, Hi." She says, waving at him.

Daniel was too busy with his phone to answer to her. "Where Fer?" He asks you.

You share a look with Pam, rolling your eyes you point to the patio. You then help with placing the pizzas on plates for the boys and for you.

You walk to the patio with a few plates while you see Fernando and Adrian trying to imitate a tutorial on tik tok.

"Hard much?" You ask, laughing at them. "Let's just drink it 70/30 and call it a night." You suggest.

They agree and bring the drinks to the table. You talk for a while about the match, updating Daniel on how the match went.

You get a text from Pedri saying that he was about to get home. You wanted to talk for a while with him before he got taken by Adrian and Fer.

"I'll go to the bathroom." You say, getting up. "Anyone needs more pizza? I can grab some when I'm back." You ask, trying to make it sound normal.

As if it was you saying you are going to the area 51 or something. You are just going to the bathroom.

They all answer yes to your question. You say you'll bring the box to let them grab a slice by themselves.

You walk to the bathroom just in time to see Pedri walking inside the house.

"Hola." He smiles, you can tell he is tired because of his eyes. "Having a good time?"

You nod, giving him a quick hug hello. "You look tired." You say. "I mean, obviously you are, you just played a lot. Sorry, that sounded really dumb, but also maybe you have a lot of energy because sometimes exercise gives you energy." You ramble.

He chuckles, finding cute how you are trying to remedy your words. "Buaf, a little tired, but I'll maybe go outside. I heard that there's pizz-"

"Y/n." Daniel calls. "There you are, we are waiting on that pizza." He says.

You turn to him, frown from how you were just absent for barely three minutes now. "Oh, it's on the counter in the kitchen." You say.

"Hey, man." He says to Pedri. "I know where it is, but you mentioned you were bringing out, and you didn't, so I thought maybe something happened to her."

"It's been four minutes." You say, checking your watch. "Less, I think."

You can feel the awkward silence from the three of you. Pedri, who's just there, not understanding. Daniel, who is trying to get you to come back with him and you who want him to get away so you can go back to Pedri.

"Vale, you can bring the pizza to them then." You smile. "I haven't even been to the bathroom, I was saying hi to Pedri." You explain.

Why are you explaining yourself? Just tell him to go get the pizza!

"Daniel, llevales la pizza tú." Pedri says, noticing the tone in his brother's friend. (Take the pizza yourself)

Daniel lifts his hands, nodding and going back to the kitchen.

You turn to Pedri, smiling at him. You try to think on what to say after that awkward moment, but you kind of blocked.

"Ya viste mi trofeo?" He asks, lifting his motm trophy. "Ta' guapo, eh!" He says. (Have you seen my trophy? It's cool)

You extend your hands, asking for the trophy. You checked it, and it was cool. Like, really really cool.

"Do you have more of this?" You ask, still looking at the trophy.

"I think I have five." He answers, thinking about it. "I have one that has stars on it." You open your mouth in sorprise, looking at him. "I know, so cool." He smiles.

You smile back at him. You hand him the award back. "I'll let you rest." You say. "If you want to still go out, we have pizza and some drinks." You repeat what you say to him over text.

He nods while blinking. You really like it when he does that. "Well if I don't, text me when you are ready to leave, I can drop you off."

"No seas bobo, you are tired. Plus, your brother will drive me."

"The same one who's probably doing shots by now?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow. "Yeah, he's not driving you home. You need to get home safe."

You want to argue back that he really needs the rest but Fernando magically decides to scream.

"Chug, chug, chug. My turn, my turn!"

You shut your mouth quicker than ever. "Maybe I'll do text you." You say, smiling at him. "Go get some rest, you deserve it."

You say a quick goodbye to him, walking back to the garden. Finding Adrian and Fer competing over who can drink their drink faster.

"Y/n, want a shot?" Daniel asks you.

"I think I'm fine with my drink, thanks." You say, taking your seat. "What are these idiots doing?" You ask Pam.

"Adrian told Fernando he was quicker than him at drinking."

You laugh, watching them prepare different drinks and competing over who was quicker or even who got the best drink in taste.

The night was fun, you were thankful that you had all Sunday to rest.

"So, y/n." Daniel says, taking Pam's seat as she went to the bathroom. "What were you and Pedri talking about?"

You lift an eyebrow. "Does it matter?" You ask.

"I mean, I feel like I need an explanation. You say you were going to the bathroom but you are talking to him. Leaving us without pizza."

"The pizza was in the kitchen, dude." You say, getting irritated. "Why do you care if I took less than five minutes in the bathroom or if I was talking to Fernando's brother?"

"Because you can speak to me instead." He says, passing his arm around you. "I told you we can plan an outing, I might cancel that if you keep behaving like a handover." He laughs.

You take his arm away from you. "Don't worry, I'll cancel it for you. Wasn't going to go anywhere with you, anyway." You say, getting up from your seat and grabbing your phone.

You text Pedri to see if he was awake.

He didn't take much to responde that he was, telling you that he would be down in a moment. He sends you a picture of him playing a game.

You thank him and tell him to take all the time he wants. You are not in a hurry.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Adrian asks you. "Want a drink?" He smiles, lifting his half cocktail at you.

"No, thank you." You smile back. "I just got cold." You half lie, you were cold, but that was not the reason.

"Oh, I can fix that." He smiles, walking to one of the doors by the entrance. He grabs a hoodie from the closet where Pedri and Fer keep a winter jacket and a hoodie just in case.

He walked back to you, handing you a taupe Balenciaga hoodie. You thank him, putting it on.

"So, drink?" He asks again.

You laugh. "I'm good, believe me."

He dissappear back into the garden. You stayed there, enjoying the calm and warmth that the hoodie brought you.

You were dissociating for a moment before you felt a little tap on your head. You go back to reality, finding Pedri in front of you.

"Cute hoodie." He says.

"It's Adrian's." You say. "I was cold, maybe because I'm tired." You smile.

"Let's get you home." He extends his arm to you, offering his hand for you to take and get up.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" You ask him. "I can take a cab if you want to go back to your video game."

He shakes his head no. "I can't let you take the risk of going alone to your house in a cab." He says. "Plus, it was time for me to get off of it."

You nod, walking with him to the garage. He opens the door of his Porsche. You find that very cute.

"Want to do the honors?" He asks once he's inside the car, handing you his phone with spotify open.

You played some Quevedo, you love his music so you can't resist to pick it for the drive.

The drive was silent, you feel tired and he feels tired too, but won't let you take a cab and risk you out there. He prefers to take that little bit of strength he has left and make sure you get home safe.

"Te divertiste?" He asks, stopping at a red light. (Did you have fun?)

"I did, thank you for inviting me." You smile. "Even tho I'm mad that the fact that now I have an enemy on the referee." You say with a mischievous tone.

He can't help the laugh he let out. He was happy that you had a good time, and even better that they won the match.

When he stopped at the entrance of your building, he lowered the music. "Thank you for coming, it was good to have you there." He says, looking at you.

You try to answer, but the big yawn that you let out was the only thing your body was letting out.

He chuckles. "Eso pa mi es un de nada." He jokes. "Go to sleep, guapa." (That for me is a you're welcome)

You nod, leaning to give him a hug and a cheek kiss. You got down of the car, when you are about to enter the building you turn and give him a goodbye wave.

☁️☁️☁️

"You want me to bake you a banana bread?" You ask Pedri.

You were in your apartment watching some movie that he got recommended. You tried your best not to fall asleep.

You have been texting, phone calling, and spending time with each other almost every day since the day after the game.

You thought that it might be a short thing and that maybe the idea of the two of you was wrong.

But after you hit the four months mark, you definitely knew that his feelings were real and that he was as interested in you as you are of him.

You enjoy his presence in your life. It's was different and very nice to have him around. He also enjoys your presence. To him, it was fresh to have someone new and who gave him a new perspective of things.

"Buaf, that sounds amazing." He says. "Don't forget that we have that dinner at Adrian's." He says combing your hair.

"Do we have to?" You ask, getting comfortable on his chest. "I mean, you do because he is your cousin. But do I have to?"

"You don't, but I want you there." He says, kissing your hair. "Also Adrian wants you there."

"Aww, pepi." You say in a teasing tone of voice. "You want me there?" You smile.

He blushes a little. "Maybe you are right, you don't have to go." He jokes.

You lift your head, narrowing your eyes and looking at him. He can't help but smile, even though he is pretending to watch the movie.

"Grosero." You say, getting back to your position. (Rude)

He laughs, turning back to you and kissing your shoulder. "Toy' bromeando." He smiles. "I do want you there." He lifts his neck a little to kiss the corner of your lips.

"Pero besame bien," you pout, making his smile grow bigger. You pucked your lips out for him, he quickly imitates the action and kisses you. "So much better." You smile. (Kiss me properly)

He can't help but feel happy, the time you two have spent together was a very happy time for him.

He moves his hands to the back of your head, making you get closer for him to kiss you one more time.

You feel your phone vibrate next to you, making him separate a little to look at it. "That's probably your brother asking me about the pie he wants to take to dinner tonight." You say.

He shrugged and went back to kissing you, ignoring the phone that was vibrating next to you.

"Pero si me vas a hacer ese pan de platano?" Pedri asks as he separates.

You laugh, "I'll do it. Let's just finish the movie." You say, focusing on the movie.

But you can't quite concentrate on the movie when your phone is buzzing at its maximum. You grab it and move it under of a pillow, that way, the vibration won't bother you.

After a few minutes, the phone passed from vibrating from texts to vibrate from a call. Pedri grabs it, passing it to you.

"Hello?" You ask, the number that was dialing you was an unknown one.

"Te he estado enviando unos veinte mensajes, what are you even doing that's so important for you to not take five seconds to answer my texts?" (I've been texting you like twenty times)

You take your phone out of your ear, looking at the number. "Daniel?" You ask lifting yourself from your position on Pedri's chest. You are confused about what was going on. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"I can ask you the same. Did you even see my texts?" He asks in a mad tone.

"No, I'm busy." You say. "Why is that important that can't wait? Are you okay?" You ask, thinking that maybe he was in trouble.

Pedri was looking at you confused. "What's going on?" He whispers.

You shake your head, not understanding anything. You can hear Daniel chuckling and that makes you even more confused than before.

"Check the texts and call me back." He says before hanging up the call.

You are still lost at what even happened, Pedri looks as confused as you are. You shrugged and opened your texts.

First it was a picture of him with two tickets on his hands. It was for this new movie that was having a premier today.

Then it was him asking what your favorite flowers are. He was at a flower shop, and he sent you a picture of different flowers.

And last was him asking if you like chocolate and what kind of chocolate you want. He sent you a picture of one random one next to the tickets and the flowers.

"I think he likes you." Pedri jokes, reading the texts. "Payaso." He scuffs.

"You think?" You ask, lifting an eyebrow. "Gosh, I hate to be all bitchy, like can he get the hint already?"

Pedri can't help the laugh. "He's obviously not getting the hint, preciosa." He says. "Why don't you just tell him straightforwardly that you are not interested?"

You nod. "Like now?" You pout.

"Ah vale, si quieres esperate de acá a que el payaso ese te proponga matrimonio o algo." (Oh okay, if you want, you can wait till that asshole proposes or something)

"Vale, I'm doing it." You say, smiling a little at his jealousy. "You look good when you are jealous." You tease, grabbing his cheeks and giving him a peck.

You can't lie, you have a text on your notes about what you wanted to say. You just edited some things and added other things.

You send the text and place your phone on Not Disturb mode. You really don't care to read any excuse or text he will send. You just want peace.

"Done." You say, blocking your phone. "Now help me pick something for the dinner tonight." You say, grabbing his hand and getting up from bed.

"I'm literally wearing the same thing." He says, following you to your closet.

"Good thing that you are a boy, then." You laugh. "I don't know what to wear."

He starts inspecting your clothes, finding a T-shirt that's exactly like the one he is wearing. "Mira, we can match!" He says, smiling like crazy.

"Let's match, baby." You hug him.

He kisses your cheek, "By the way, Ferran and Eric want to go to the movies. It's after dinner, and I want you to come with me so you can meet them."

"What if your friends don't like me?" You ask, worried about the possibility.

"Buaf, tas loca." He chuckles, grabbing your cheeks. "Ferran te va a amar, incluso no te asustes si te hace una broma el hijoputa." (You are crazy, Ferran is going to love you, don't get scared if he tries to prank you)

You nod, smiling. "Okay, and Eric?"

"Eric, he loves everyone." He smiles, giving you a kiss. "No te preocupes, you are so special. How could anyone hate you?"

He can't help but crashing his lips with yours. His hands are going from your cheeks to behind your neck.

"Stop, I have to get ready." You say, felling his hands go down on your back, "and you have to get that thing Adrian asked you."

He pecks your lips. "Fine, but we're not done."

You send him back to the room, grabbing the clothes and picking some jeans and sneakers. You took a quick shower, getting ready inside the bathroom.

You add some very light makeup, finishing quickly. You go back to the room, getting back in bed with Pedri, who was finishing the movie.

He snuggles into your side, giving you a kiss to the cheek. "Tell me when you are ready." He says.

"What about what you need to get?" You ask, turning the volume down.

"Fer is getting it."

You continue watching the movie, there was only twenty minutes left on the movie when you heard knocks on your door.

You frown, you are not expecting anybody, so you don't really pay attention to it. Sadly for you, the knocks come back two minutes back.

"I'll be right back." You say, getting up from bed.

You walk to the door, thinking that maybe some package ended in the hands of one of your neighbors.

To your surprise, it wasn't a neighbor with a package. It was Daniel, carrying the bouquete of flowers and the chocolates.

He doesn't even wait for you to say anything, he storms into your apartment. He leaves the things on the coffee table.

"Si, Daniel. Get inside." You sarcastically say. "What do you need?"

"You didn't answer your texts." He says, ignoring your questions. "I brought your flowers, peonies, the florist says girls love peonies."

"Daniel-"

"And I got you some chocolate, this brand is that famous one from tik tok. The Dubai one." He keeps going.

"Danie-"

"And don't forget about dinner, I'm taking you to dinne-"

"Para!" You say loudly. "Didn't you read my text?" You ask, exasperated. He nods. "Okay, you did. Then what are you doing here?"

"I know you were just messing around." He smiles. "And that's why I wanted to get you some goodi-"

"How did you get my address?" You ask, thinking about it. "I never gave it to you."

"Oh, Fer did." He says, normally. "But don't get mad, he doesn't know about your dumb text." He laughs.

You blink a few times. Not understanding if what was happening was real or if it was a dream, a very bad one.

"Daniel, I really hate to say this." You begin. "But like I said over text, I'm not interested, and honestly, it's kind of creepy that you are doing things like this."

He laughs, but not in a < you're funny > way, in a very creepy way. "I mean, look at me. You can give me a second chance. In fact you will!"

It's your turn to laugh. You can't even believe he would have the audacity to say that. "Alright, it's time for you to go." You say, turning to your door.

He grabs your arm, bringing you closer. "Don't act all pure and shit."

You don't think twice and lift your knee, you hit his crotch. "What is wrong with you?" You say, hitting his face with your hand as he fell on his knees from the pain. "Get the fuck out of here."

Pedri hears the commotion and walks to where you are, he sees Daniel on the floor and you with an angry face.

"Qué mierda?"

"Este puto payaso que trató de agarrarme por la muñeca, se piensa que le daré una oportunidad." (This fucking asshole who tried to grab me and thinks I'm forced to give his ass a chance)

Daniel who is still on the floor, looks at Pedri with a confused look. Pedri pulls you towards him, covering your body with his own.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" He asks, mad that Pedri was there.

"Venga, pedazo de imbecil." Pedri laughs. "I can ask the same thing. Get up and get the fuck out." He orders.

Daniel quickly understands the situation. "So you are fucking Fer's brother?" He chuckles. "Okay, miss prude."

Pedri takes that as a sign, grabbing the boy by the collar of his jacket, and while he still om his knees, he's dragging him out of your apartment.

Pedri might look small, but he has some force into himself. Once he gets Daniel out in the corridor. He walks back inside, grabbing the flowers and the chocolates.

He throws it at him, slaming the door and closing it. He takes a few deep breaths before turning to where you are.

"You okay?" He asks, walking over to you. "Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm just a little shaken up. But I'm okay."

He wraps his arms around you, giving you a hug and a kiss to your hair. "That chocolate actually looked amazing." He jokes.

You can't help but laugh and roll your eyes. "Let's just wait for him to go, and then we can leave to Adrian's."

He nods, holding you while you calmed down. You asked him some things, trying for him to calm himself down too.

He doesn't want to admit it but he's also very mad. You let him go, walking back to your room to get a jacket.

"I'll see you there, please drive safely." He says, pecking your lips.

"We are literally going to the same place. "Keep your hands to yourself." You joke, pushing him away.

He rolls his eyes at you. "You know you love when I do that." He smirks.

"Kinda."

The whole drive to his cousins house was bored. You try to play some music to feel less lonely on the car.

When you arrive the first person you see is Pam. She greets you, grabbing your arm and waking inside.

"I love your shirt." She says, handing you a glass.

You click the glasses together, laughing at how silly that looked, mostly because it was soda and not an alcoholic beverage.

When Fer arrived, it was followed by Pedri. Fer was laughing at how his brother got him to bring what he needed to.

"Pedri!" Pam calls him. "Come here."

He walks over to where you two are, Pam takes a look at you, then back at pedri, then back at you and then back at pedri again.

"You are matching!" She smiles, pointing at your t-shirts. "That's so cool."

You smile at that. Even if it was planned, it felt so cute. "Buaf, we are." He smiles, finger poking your side.

"Adrian, let's match next time." Pam says, walking to her boyfriend.

You grab Pedri's cheek, squishing it. "Totally random." You laugh.

You all sat down at the table, talking about different things. The biggest topic was the famous trip to Tenerife Pedri and Adrian are planning.

"You are coming, right?" Adrian asks.

You nod, at first, you didn't want to go, but once Pedri convinced you. He asked you to come to the game that was taking place a few days before the trip.

You all talk about the trip, what you will do when you get there, what activities the boys have in mind and other things.

When it was time to leave, you told everybody that you needed to get home and do something. Saying that you might call a cab or use the bus.

Pedri offered to take you since he was going with his teammates somewhere. Nobody said anything, they all just nodded and waved a goodbye at you.

"I've been thinking." He says.

"That's new." You tease him.

"Buaf, grosera. You are meeting my parents." He squish your hand.

"Maybe when we get to tenerife, we can tell your parents that we are together."

He grabs your hand, giving it a kiss. "If you feel ready, then I do." He smile. "By the way, Ferran might or may not ask you for a cake, he loves cakes."

"Pero venga, por qué no me has dicho que estabas con alguien?" Fer asks Pedri, offended that he found out that he was with someone because of a magazine and not because he told him. (Why didn't you tell me that you are with someone?)

Pedri rolls his eyes, he knows that if he confesses that the mysterious girl is, in fact, Fer's friend. He would be mad and won't understand.

"I was going to." Pedri says, watching his phone like nothing happened. "I was just waiting."

"When?" Fer asks, taking the phone out of his hand. "You never hide things out, what is going on?"

"Joder, can't I have something only to myself?"

Fer throws the phone back at him, grabbing his keys and going out.

Pedri and Fer are not ones to keep secrets to each other, that's why Fer was mas about Pedri keeping this as a secret.

His friends invited him to play some padel, he needed that after the fight with his brother.

Daniel was there, so it was good because they always had a chat to update each other on their life.

But this time was different, Daniel didn't wanted to talk to Fer. He barely even acknowledged him, thing that left Fer very confused.

The whole game he was trying to think what was going on for him to be ignored by his friend.

"Daniel, tio, what's going on?" He asks, patting his friends back. "You've been so distant."

"Honestly, I like it that way." He scruff. "Last time we saw each other you linked me with a fucking girl whos fucking your brother for money."

Fer doesn't have an answer for that, he doesn't even understand why Daniel is saying that.

"Qué mierda? Why are you saying that?"

"Because is true, yesterday I got her flowers, some chocolate and even invited her to dinner but when I went to pick her up she was with your brother."

"Yesterday?" He asks, confused. "I saw them yesterday, that can't be right."

"Don't believe me?" He laughs. "Were they wearing matching clothes?" He asks

Fer doesn't answer, he grabs his stuff. He drives home, hoping that his brother is still there. He needed to ask if what Daniel said was true.

He finds Pedri watching Breaking Bad while petting nilo. Was he mad? At him, no. But he was mad at you.

"Are you and Y/n, hooking up?"

"Qué?" He asks, pretending to not understand. "Are you crazy?"

"Tell me the truth, Pedro." He warns him, using his name and not the nickname. "Because Daniel just told me that he went to deliver her flowers and shit and found you there with her."

Pedri shrugged, "Maybe one of the times where I picked her up."

"Turns out that it was yesterday. At first, I didn't believe it, but then he told me you guys were matching, just like you were yesterday."

Pedri sighs, he wants to honor his word when he promised you to keep it private from the group, but he can't deal with this.

"And if I am, what about it?" He asks, turning the tv off. "It's not like is any of your business."

"Pedro, are you out of your mind? You can be fucking girls and giving them money!" Fer shouts. "Don't be fucking stupid."

Pedri can't help but laugh at how stupid Fernando sounds. "I'm not paying anybody for sex. She's my girlfriend."

Fer doesn't know how to answer because Pedri doesn't do girlfriends. He's more of the type to be with someone for a few days and then goodbye.

"She what?"

"Qué es mi novia, idiota." (She's my girlfriend, asshole)

"You don't do girlfriends." Fer says. "Look, if this isn't true and you are actually payin-"

"Me cago en la puta, que no!" He shouts. "Now be fucking useful and take nilo out for a walk."

He starts walking upstairs, not before turning back to Fernando. His brother is speechless, nilo by his side waiting to be taken out after hearing the word "walk".

"And don't say shit, she wants to announce it on Tenerife. So, you are going to be quiet and act normal." He walks two steps, remembering he needs to say something else. "By the way, if you ever insinuate that I'm fucking paying her to have sex with me. I'll beat the shit out of you."

☁️☁️☁️

"Y/n, are you ready to see the game?" Rosy asks, fixing something in your hair as she sets the plate of food on the table. "Hope we win."

"Yes, I'm so excited. We are going to win." You smile.

"Pedri told me you were not a fan of football." Fernando his father says.

"I'm not really that good at sports, but your son helped me with learning about football."

You were eating at their house, Pedri invited you over so you could tell his parents about your relationship.

"She's a good student." He says, placing his hand on your thigh. "She nows now I think even more than me."

You smile at him, intertwining the hand that's he has on your thigh with yours. You think nobody's noticing, but his parents are doing it.

Rosy and Fernando are trying to keep their comments, wanting you two to confirm or deny what you are.

The eyes between you and him keep being not discreet at all, even Fer, who was there just because he lived there, noticed that.

You make a nice talk with both of them, they ask you about yourself and about how you met the boys.

They also explained to you how Pedri ended up in football and how he cried on his first night in Barcelona.

Something embarrassing because without it, it wouldn't be a proper introduction.

"Pedri, tell me something." Rosy speaks.

Pedri nods, serving himself with a few more croquettes. He can't get enough of them.

"I'm sorry to ask, I just can't wait." She says. "Can you please just tell us that you are waiting so we can cut the whole weird talk?" She asks

You choke on your food, trying to help Fer pass you some water. He wants to laugh at how Pedri is all red and shy.

"How do yo-" He tries but his voice fails him. "How do you know?"

Rosy and Fernando exchange looks, they want to laugh at how funny this was. Even Fer was enjoying this a little too much for his brother liking.

"Oh, you know." His father says, filling his glass with more wine. "Parents have that instinct."

"That and the fact that we all saw you kissing on the corridor at the hotel in Gran Canaria."

☁️☁️☁️

[pandapetals]

sunlight & sawdust

chapter five: hydrangeas & hammers

previous chapter | next chapter

summary: For two years, Joel Miller has done nothing but scowl at you from across the room, barely tolerating your warmth, your kindness, and your ever-present sunshine. And for two years, you’ve told yourself his gruffness doesn’t bother you—that his clipped words and cold stares don’t matter.But then, out of nowhere, he offers to fix the damaged floor in your flower shop.For free.Suddenly, the man who could barely stand to look at you is showing up every day, fixing things that don’t need fixing, sharing quiet lunches, and—most shocking of all—getting along with Ellie, your daughter, who has never warmed up to anyone as quickly as she has to him.

pairing: joel miller x fem!single mom reader - no outbreak/au

content warnings: slight reader description, no y/n used, grumpy joel, grumpy x sunshine trope, ellie is reader's daughter, reader is a single mom, tommy being a meddler, reader is friends with tommy, au setting in Austin, joel is a carpenter, reader owns a flower shop, fluff, angst and eventual smut, joel is bad at feelings, sarah mentioned

a/n: divider by @saradika-graphics. this is short but i love tommy teasing joel. it has to be done.

"Please tell me you’ve made a move and haven’t just been brooding in the corner." Tommy’s voice was dripping with amusement, his smirk damn near splitting his face.

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tightening around the beer bottle in his hand. "I told you. I don’t like her."

Tommy’s smirk only widened, eyes gleaming with that I know better than you look, making Joel want to smack it right off his face.

"Sure," Tommy mumbled into his drink, chuckling under his breath.

Joel groaned, tilting his head back as if looking at the ceiling might make this conversation end. It didn’t.

The bar was busy for a Friday night, the low hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter filling the space. Joel should’ve been focused on his drink and unwinding after a long-ass week.

Instead, he was here, getting grilled by his damn brother.

"Ain’t got nothin’ to say to that, huh?" Tommy teased, taking a slow sip of his beer. "That’s really interesting, considering you usually don’t shut the hell up when tryin’ to prove a point."

Joel shot him a glare. "You hear yourself talkin’ right now?"

"Loud and clear." Tommy grinned. "Unlike someone who can’t even admit when he’s got it bad."

Joel scoffed. "You sound like a damn teenager."

"And you sound like a damn liar."

Joel took a long, slow drink of his beer, his jaw tightening.

Tommy leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to really get under Joel’s skin. "So tell me, big brother—if you don’t like her, why’re you always at her shop?"

"I’m fixin’ the floor, dumbass."

"Mhm. And how come every time I bring her up, you look like you wanna throw somethin’?"

Joel shot him another glare. "Because you won’t shut up about it."

Tommy barked out a laugh, slapping a hand on the table. "Man, you are so far gone, it ain’t even funny."

Joel grunted, setting his beer down a little harder than necessary. "Ain’t nothin’ goin’ on."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, far too smug for Joel’s liking. "Yeah? Then why’re you gettin’ all flustered?"

Joel pointed a finger at him. "I ain’t flustered."

Tommy just laughed. "Right. Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Joel muttered under his breath, shaking his head, but the truth was? That damn flower was still sitting on his nightstand at home. The one you’d left at the diner and the one Ellie had given him.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

"Oh, look—here she comes." Tommy’s voice was all smug amusement, and the second the words left his mouth, Joel tensed.

His fingers had twitched against his beer bottle before, and without thinking, he smoothed a hand over his hair—just a quick fix, nothing obvious.

But it was too late. Tommy saw and he lost it.

A loud, sharp laugh burst from his chest, drawing more attention than Joel would’ve liked.

"Jesus, man!" Tommy wheezed, slapping the table. "Ain’t flustered my ass. I was joking, and here you are, fixin’ your hair like a damn schoolboy tryin’ to impress his crush."

Joel stiffened, heat creeping up his neck.

Oh, he was definitely gonna deck his brother.

"The hell is wrong with you?" he growled, narrowing his eyes.

Tommy just kept laughing, leaning back in his chair, absolutely thriving in Joel’s misery.

"I was just messin’ with you!" Tommy grinned, shaking his head. "Wish you coulda seen your damn face, though. You looked real pretty for a second there."

Joel gritted his teeth, his fingers itching to throw a punch—or, at the very least, knock Tommy’s beer clean out of his hand.

Tommy’s laughter finally died down after a full minute—a full damn minute—before he took another sip of his beer, shaking his head.

"I invited her out tonight, but she texted me sayin’ she couldn’t get a babysitter for Ellie."

Joel stilled.

Something stupid and sharp twisted in his chest.

He had no right to feel anything about that. None at all. But still—Tommy had your number?

Of course, he did. You two were friends. Had been for years. Tommy was just the kind of guy people liked, the kind who could strike up a conversation with a stranger and walk away with a new best friend.

Joel was… not that guy. He was just your friend’s brother.

Nothing more.

"Don’t care," Joel muttered, taking another swig of his beer, hoping it would wash down the very unwelcome feeling creeping up his throat.

Tommy snorted. "Yeah? Then why you grittin’ your teeth so hard? You tryin’ to break ‘em?"

Joel shot him a glare, but Tommy just grinned, unbothered as ever.

"It’s funny how you claimed to hate her, then turned right around and offered to fix her flower shop floor for free." Tommy shook his head, smirking. "You confuse me, brother."

Joel groaned, tilting his beer bottle back, taking a long drink, willing himself to shut up, but the words slipped out anyway.

"Why ain’t you ever made a move?"

Tommy blinked, caught off guard.

Joel instantly regretted asking.

"What?" Tommy laughed. "Me and her? C’mon, man. She’s like family."

Joel grunted, nodding a little too quickly. "Right. Yeah. That makes sense."

Tommy narrowed his eyes, watching him. "Why? You jealous?"

"The hell would I be jealous for?" Joel scoffed, setting his bottle down with a thud.

"Good question," Tommy smirked, then leaned in slightly. "You sure you don’t wanna ask me somethin’ else while we’re at it? Maybe somethin’ about her? ‘Cause I know you wanna."

Joel glared. "I don’t."

Tommy just waited.

Joel exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw before muttering, "How come she’s a single mom, then?"

Tommy’s expression shifted, the teasing edge softening just a little. "Her ex was never in the picture. Didn’t want the responsibility."

Joel’s grip tightened around his bottle.

"So it’s just her and Ellie?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

Joel was quiet for a second, tapping his fingers against the glass.

"Ellie like you?"

Tommy huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I’d say so. The kid’s a firecracker, though. Takes a bit to warm up to people." He shot Joel a knowing look. "She warmed up to you yet?"

Joel grunted, staring into his drink like it might get him out of this conversation.

"Mhm. Thought so," Tommy mused, sitting back with a grin. "Y’know, I could give you some advice on how to charm her."

Joel scowled. "I don’t need your damn advice."

"Sure, sure," Tommy smirked, raising his beer. "You just keep pretendin’ you don’t care while you ask me every damn thing about her. See how that works out for ya."

Joel grumbled under his breath and took another swig of his beer, but the truth was?

It wasn’t working out for him at all.

taglist: @hermionelove, @niceforcum, @ashhlsstuff, @doeeyestoji, @12thatsanumber, @cherrygirl19, @thottiewinemom, @ladynightingale, @doodlebob-mp3, @alitaar

[rafes-slut]

HI OMG I love your writing!! I was requesting maybe like Barry and Rafe are outside talking and reader flashes Rafe without Barry seeing bc she is sexually frustrated!! 💕💕

Risky Business

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Sexual tension, public teasing, flashing, sexual frustration, language, light dominance, smutty content, exhibitionism elements, suggestive touching, heavy makeout, Rafe being a frustrated menace, Barry being oblivious, reader is a tease, Rafe is possessive.

You were beyond sexually frustrated, and it was starting to show.

All day, Rafe had been driving you insane—sitting close, letting his hands linger a little too long on your thigh, whispering low and dirty things in your ear when Barry wasn’t paying attention. And the worst part? He hadn’t done anything about it. Not a single thing. No stolen moments in a back room, no quick grab and pull into a dark corner. Just teasing… all. damn. day.

You were starting to think he was doing it on purpose.

Barry had invited you both over to his place for beers and a chill night, and you’d gone along with it, thinking it’d be harmless. But the second you stepped in and saw Rafe in that white t-shirt and chain around his neck, looking at you with that smirk that promised nothing but trouble, your body betrayed you. You were soaked, needy, desperate for his hands. But he just sat back, all cocky and calm like he wasn’t the one who’d been whispering filthy promises into your ear all week.

The worst part? You couldn’t call him out on it without giving yourself away. Barry didn’t need to know the kind of things that went on between you and Rafe.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just pure desperation, but at some point, your patience snapped. Rafe had been sitting across from you on the worn couch, one arm draped lazily across the back, fingers drumming against the fabric, watching you with those heavy-lidded blue eyes like he knew how close you were to breaking.

Barry was halfway through a story about some guy who tried to stiff him on a deal, too deep into his rant to notice the storm brewing between you and Rafe.

You bit your lip, locking eyes with Rafe.

He raised an eyebrow like, what now, princess?

You shifted slightly in your seat, heart racing, and waited until Barry turned to grab another beer from the cooler beside him. In a split second—before you could even second guess it—you reached down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and tugged it up just enough to flash Rafe your bare chest.

No bra. Just skin, soft and teasing, right there for him to see.

His reaction was instant. His jaw clenched, fingers gripping the couch so hard his knuckles whitened, and his eyes darkened with pure, unfiltered lust. He looked like he could rip the room apart.

You pulled your shirt back down with a grin, as if nothing happened, and took a slow sip of your drink, relishing in the way Rafe’s eyes followed your every move like a predator watching his prey.

Barry didn’t notice a damn thing. Oblivious, as usual.

Rafe, however, was losing his mind.

He shifted in his seat, legs spreading slightly, adjusting himself beneath his jeans. His breathing was heavier, his eyes still locked on you like you’d personally offended him by teasing him like that in front of someone. And the best part? He couldn’t do a thing about it. Not here. Not with Barry around.

You shot him a look, smug and challenging. Do something, your eyes taunted.

Rafe leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and licked his lips slowly, purposefully.

“You think that was funny?” he mouthed silently.

You grinned, giving a tiny shrug, pretending to focus on Barry’s story again, but the heat in your core was unbearable now. You needed him. You were practically throbbing in your seat, and Rafe looked like he was on the verge of snapping.

When Barry finally stood up to use the bathroom, Rafe moved.

Quick. Quiet.

He was on you in seconds, towering over you where you sat, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

“You think I won’t take you right here?” he hissed, voice low and full of warning.

Your heart pounded as you smirked, leaning into his grip.

“You can’t,” you whispered. “Barry’s right there.”

His grip tightened, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“You’re playin’ with fire, baby,” he muttered. “And when I get you alone—”

You didn’t let him finish. You surged forward, pressing a kiss to his jaw, lingering just long enough to hear him curse under his breath.

Barry’s footsteps echoed down the hall, and Rafe pulled back, just enough to hide the storm in his eyes, but you felt it—the tension, the lust, the promise.

[millyphobic]

꩜ .ᐟ IN HIS DEFENSE... ★ FT. DAD! LEON KENNEDY

── .✦ "It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you, even if you were his own flesh and blood. Right?"

wc :: 1.5k

cw :: dddne, dad-daughter incest, fem!reader, panty stealing, very pervy and pathetic leon, male masturbation, extremely shitty porn titles, one? serious reference of suicide towards the end, probably spelling mistakes galore here idk anymore

note :: hi! I DONT CONDONE THIS IRL. moving on. also if you don't like this, dont read this and block me; it's as simple as that. this shouldnt come as surprising to see on my blog since it says in my pinned that there will be dark content here. but anyways, im surprised I actually wrote this and just didn't get lazy

Leon needs to be executed via firing squad. Forced to his knees one last time by as group of men but instead of a cumshot he just gets shot in the head.

But that's far into the future. Hopefully. Maybe.

"Dad! Are you even listening?" You sigh and poke him on the side of his face, your nose all scrunched up like he was a homeless man and not your father. Which at the moment, he wishes he was just a random homeless man and not your father.

"There's nothing behind that shit. Put it back," you huff, jabbing a thumb at the dryer he moved out of place so you can check behind it. Because after doing a load of laundry, you finally caught onto the fact your panties have been going missing.

It only took you a month to figure that out. At least you haven't connected the dots to figure out he was the one taking them.

In his defense, you came back from college as a total babe. Picked up the ways of sorority girls or something because you showed up at his door for summer break in miniskirts and tube tops with your tits nearly spilling out of the fabric. A lonely, divorced man like him was now graced with the presence of a girl that could have walked out of his favorite porno. It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you after all this time, even if you were his own flesh and blood.

Right?

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't know what to tell you." He clicks his tongue and acts all confused for you, even offering a head tilt like some stupid mutt. Funny enough, he's a pretty decent liar when he needs to be. He pushes the dryer back into place, swearing under his breath about some shits too fucking heavy or whatever, leaning against the machine and groaning from the dull ache in his back.

"Maybe I can give you some money to buy some new ones?" He offers, wanting to switch the topic before guilt starts creeping up on him and makes him a stuttering idiot. "You know Daddy can get you whatever you want? It's just one pair of underwear, right?"

"No, actually," you counter, folding your arms over your chest. Makes your tits squeeze together nicely in that stupidly small crop top of yours and his eyes wander. Only for a second, though, before they snap back to your annoyed face.

"I think at least five have gone missing."

Okay, he did not take that many. Or did he?

"That's so weird. Don't know how that can be happening." He lies through his teeth, and yup, he can feel the familiar stab of shame in his lower ribs as he speaks. Maybe he should just take himself out before he can do worse to you.

You just shake your hand and wave him off, already making your way out of the basement by climbing up the stairs.

"Just make sure some pervert isn't breaking into here or something. I'm gonna kill myself if some creep is using my clothes to jerk off."

...

It's a good thing you are clueless, then.

Leon is addicted to a lot of things. Alcohol. Porn. Especially porn. His taste has changed over the years but there's always been a level of depravity in what he's watched that he can't seem to shake off.

From Busty Milf takes her Loser Son's Virginity to Daddy SLAMS his Little Girl while she Cries. Even the occasional Bitch Boy gets Torn Up by Gross Perv when he's shitfaced and thinks of Krauser a little too much in all the wrong ways.

But after going through Motherless with a fine-toothed comb, most of the videos he watched nowadays have a very ugly word in their titles. It's like a swear word at this point, one that leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. Like the bar soap his mom would shove in his mouth when he said something bad.

Son, you can't say the "I" word! That's a sin you know, loving your family in the wrong way.

If there’s such thing as hell, he’s going to be stuck with the devil himself.

It’s midnight. He can hear you snoring in your childhood room with all your fluffy blankets and army of plushies he bought you over the years, so loud that he wonders if you’re actually okay. It must be a genetic thing because he snores just as loudly, if not louder.

Just thinking about your similarities makes him feel even sicker.

He’s got his laptop propped on in his lap and lo and behold, your dirtied panties in your hand. Already used, dried cum crusted on the gussets.

Sweats pulled down enough for his stiff cock to rest against his abdomen, he feverishly browses the porn site for “the right” video. He could stop but at the same time, he just can’t. He’s too far gone, too deep into murky waters to stop now. Can’t get off the vanilla shit anymore, all it does is make him sleepy.

The thought of you, the fantasy of having you, is his new high. And as he clicks on a grainy old vid saying something along the lines of real dad and daughter, your panties are like the purest form of coke as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

It's been a day since he's taken this pair, his latest steal from you, and yet most quickly dirtied. Snatched right up from your laundry basket after you went out for some errands in the summer heat, sweat and musk permeated into the pretty white cotton. He knew he fucked up the moment he had them in his hands, knowing you'd easily notice their absence since it was less than a day since you wore them. But...he just didn't care enough at the moment to think rationally.

While you showered he had the scrap of fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off so hard and fast, it hurt. He knew he deserved that pain; he knew he deserved worse. But the pleasure that followed after he came was too good, even when he cried and even when he had to wipe his tears away to greet you after your shower.

Guilt. Shame. It lingers. It stains. But it's not enough to get him to stop. Leon has a routine at this point: eyes fixed on his laptop screen and watching some girl get fucked silly, take quick puffs of your panties, and squeeze his dick to make himself cum as fast as he could. It's animistic how he gets himself off, the pain and the pleasure a punishing sensation he couldn't resist.

When did he fall so low? Perving on his own daughter? Sure, he didn't raise you all that much with running around all for the government but still. He was there when you were born and graduated high school. But that all felt like years ago with a whole other person. You left with a round baby face and came back looking so different.

Sharper in spirit. Sharper in attitude. All scowls and side eyes and stink faces. The clothes got smaller, your voice got firmer, and your personality got a factory reset. Now, you're just a textbook definition of a brat.

You're a different person in Leon's eyes. That's what he told himself as he suckles on the gussets of your undies to get just a taste of your cunt, barely able to keep back the whines rumbling in the back of his throat. Your scent has him intoxicated, the sweet musk making his morals nonexistent. All he can do was stare at his laptop screen in borderline envy, wishing he was having depraved sex with you and not this random couple. They're ugly anyways. They're probably not even related.

They're all liars, fucking dirty ass liars who just want to ruin his mind. That's right. He can't control the way he feels about his daughter but these people can control what incest bullshit they put out there.

Sick fucks, all of them are sick fucks!

Leon's orgasm takes him by surprise. It's sudden and raw and has him all frazzled. He can barely stop himself from jutting his hips off the bed and spilling all over his hand and stomach, your underwear held so firmly to his face he is fairly sure he was trying to suffocate himself there. He even whimpers like a bitch, sounding even more pathetic than he already is.

It takes a handful of deep breaths to steady himself, or somewhat breaths of air since he can't bring himself to pull your panties away from his nose. Dick's all soft in his hand but he's frozen, the porno ending and automatically rolling into something different.

Stepdaddy fucking beautiful teen daughter !!!

Tomorrow Leon will leave enough money to buy the best pairs of underwear for you on the kitchen counter. And then he's going to kill himself right in the front yard.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Hey so I wanted to request for a ghost x reader, let say she is a new team member top of her field. The only usually thing is that she fights funny, she fights like Bayonetta. If you don't know how Bayonetta is please check her fighting scenes on YouTube.

I really love your writing and hope you can do the request soon. Tag me

Kicking Ass, Taking Names Later

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x Sargent! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: Tbh, had no idea who Bayonetta was but a quick Google and YouTube search later figured it out. And yeah…that is a very…interesting…fighting style and I’ll be getting right on that ( @tired-writers-world )

𖤐Warnings: smut, harsh language, dancing fighting style, kissing/making out, codenames, badly translated French,

𖤐Summary: She's the new Sargent for Task Force 141 and Ghost just can't seem to take his eyes off her, when she is training

————

————

"Alright, she's crazy," Price says, watching his new recruit to Taskforce 141, her name is Y/n L/n and she isn't really new to the Military, she's a Sargent.

She was transferred from the French Military to be here for a mission with the 141 men. She was fortunate to be here, and now when it came to training the boys got to see how quick and cheeky her fighting style is.

She was training with Gaz. Gaz was getting second hand of how good she is. She had him in a headlock, her legs around his neck and she was giving him some teasing words.

"I was told you were good," she says.

"Then l-let me go and I can show you," he grunts. She let's him go and they stood up, Gaz pushes his thumb against his nose thinking it was bleeding. Y/n stood tall, hands behind her back as she waits for Kyle's attacks.

He rushes at her, but Y/n dodges his punch, she moves behind him and kicks his back foot out making him land on his knee.

"Hey!"

"You're not showing me that you're good." She gives him a teasing smile.

"Just hold still then."

"Fine," like Gaz wanted she stays put and he starts to charge at her again, pinning her to the mat and Soap who was standing off to the side ready to mediate when it was necessary watched as Gaz held her wrist and was throwing some playground insults at her, only to feel legs wrap around his neck and yank him backwards off her body.

She cat flips up on her feet and looks at Gaz who held his neck while on his back.

"Sorry for going to hard on you," she says. She puts her hand out for him to take, which he does.

"Yeah? No problem, and no hard feelings," he gives her a smile.

"Y/n!" Price calls for her. She turns and sees the man standing with his arms crossed over his chest, she takes a towel and wipes her forehead.

"Evening Captain," she says with a smile, she then turns to the man standing next to Price. "Who's he?" She asked.

"Oh, right, Sargent this is my Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley."

"Ghost? Oh yeah, Gaz and Soap was telling me about you," she slightly giggles.

"Something funny about my name?" He asked, a bit serious.

"No, but you get dropped on your ass a lot," she was talking about training, Ghost may know what he is doing on the field, but during training he gets his ass handed to him quite often.

Her giggles were the only thing Ghost was really focusing on.

"You speak English pretty well," Simon wanted to change the subject. "For a French woman."

"I learned English in the second grade, and after that, I started to use it more then my native language."

"I don't hear an accent?"

"I hide it very well, when I speak English." She says to him.

"I can't tell if they're flirting or she's trying to get under Ghost's skin," Gaz whispers to Soap.

"Maybe both," Soap whispers back.

----------------

During the mission, Y/n was partnered up with Ghost to go into this bunker, they were on a search and rescue mission while also trying to stop this illegal weapon smuggling, and cartel.

Y/n was in front while Ghost covered her 6.

"Go ahead," she says.

"Hand signals, Sarg."

"You think I use hand signals? Go, Lt," she whispered yelled at him.

"Use them," he grumbles while walking by her. She rolls her eyes and now she was covering him.

The rest of the time it was silent between them. Ghost looks over his shoulder feeling Y/n had pushed up against him.

"You're too close, Sargent."

"I'm trying to look too."

"How are you a Sargent, but take things so unserious?" He asked, annoyed.

"I do take things serious!"

"Back up," he growls under his breath, and she did.

"Will you two stop bickering?" Price says over their earpieces.

"Why'd I get paired up with the French woman?" Ghost says.

"Because she's good," Price reminds Ghost, who looks over his shoulder seeing Y/n have a smirk on her face.

"Because I'm good," she teased Ghost.

"So good she doesn't use hand signals?"

"Shut up, I'm good and you know it," she walks by him and points her gun up and she goes around the corner.

"Hey, you can't just take off," Ghost whispered yelled and chased after her.

"Oh here we go," Soap joins in.

When going through the bunker, Y/n was off on her own looking at a room that looked like was burnt. She picks up a few burned items and picked up a burnt stuffed giraffe. The head was hanging on by a tread, and she felt tears in her eyes.

"What the hell?" Ghost walked.

"I think they were holding children here..." she shows him the stuffed animal.

"Sick bastards."

"Let's move on," she drops the stuffed animal and wanted to leave this room behind, but she doesn't want to forget about it, she used the back of her hand and wiped the tears away from her eyes and Ghost watched as her emotions almost showed.

"Sarg-"

"Let's go," she says again.

----------------

They got to a door that looked like a safe, Ghost had battered the door opened and as they had abruptly entered the room guns and lasers were pointed at the both of them.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" The man in front yells. A small amount of men pointed their weapons at them.

"DROP THEM NOW!" Another yells, Ghost with a grunt tosses his gun to the ground and Y/n does to, both putting their hands up and placing their hands behind their head.

As Y/n kept an eye on the guy in front her hand goes to the handle of her dagger that was held in the back of her vest. She quickly pulls it out and throws it at the front guy.

He holds his bleeding neck and drops to the floor, the men tried to fire at them but Ghost grabbed his pistol and fires at one of the guys. One goes after Y/n.

She lifts her leg and kicks the guy in his stomach sending him to the ground, but he gets back up and tries to go after her feet, she jumps and lands on the guys back, not hard enough to break his back but enough to put him in some sort of pain.

Another goes after her but she swings her foot out tripping him, the one she jumped on, grabbed his dagger from his vest, Y/n grabs his wrist fighting with him, pushing him back taking his hand and twisting it downwards to his stomach.

He was trying his best to avoid the end from going into his stomach, but giving his hand a good push the blade had gone into his kidney.

The other man had something a bit...bigger. A fucking machete, she backed up as the man swung the bigger knife. Her back hit a table and she jumps on it. He tries to slam the blade down, but she had jumped over him.

And grabbed the pistol from the dead mans vest and pulled it out and fired a few shots at the man.

Ghost had some blood on him, but he watched Y/n and how she could handle herself, and her fighting style was weird, he didn't know what she was doing but it was impressive.

"Allez (come on)," she says, he shakes his head and follows her.

----------------

After the mission that turned out to be a success. Ghost had sat across the table from Y/n. She was drinking a beer while speaking with Gaz.

Ghost was still amazed she could fight like that.

"Y/n, where did you learn to fight like that?" Ghost had asked her making her stop her conversation with Gaz and looked at Ghost.

"What do you mean? I've always fought like that."

"I know, but like...did the French Military teach you?"

"Yes and no. They did but I put my own twist on it," she smiles at him. "Pourquoi veux-tu apprendre aussi, Ghost (why are you wanting to learn too, Ghost)."

"I don't understand," he says.

"Why Ghost, do you want to learn?" She rephrases.

"No, not really, I have my own fighting style thank you very much, but...damn...I've never been so impressed with how someone fights like you."

"I fight like a girl."

"A very...very hot girl." He confesses.

"WOAH! GHOST!"

"MATE COME DOWN!"

"Oh?"

"Sorry...I think..." he questioned himself. "It's just impressive, that's all," he says, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Aww, someone likes Y/n," Soap teased and Ghost smacked him upside his head. "Ow!"

"Shut up," he mumbles.

"Ghost, even though we didn't seem eye to eye at first, I am flattered...we should work together some other time," she smiles at him.

"Sure," was all he said.

"HEY LOOK CAP'N IS ABOUT TO SING!!" Soap yells as the guys all cheered for Price stepping onto the stage. Ghost had his head down but moved his eyes up to look at Y/n who was smiling at Price singing oh so awful, but it was just funny to watch.

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: streak ✧ @taylorswiftmicrofic ✧ wc: 562

steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson) ✧ cw: swearing, mentions of upside down and slight violence and gore

“you’re cheating!” steve accuses, turning to look at eddie with a glare.

eddie lips quirk with a smile that he tries to smother, he shrugs nonchalantly but there’s a twinkle in his eyes.

“i’m just better than you harrington, nothing more to it.” eddie shrugs and steve wants to strangle him.

they’ve been playing mario kart for the past hour and eddie has somehow beaten steve at every. single. game.

let it be known that steve harrington is the king of mario kart, he has a concurrent winning streak against all of The Party including robin, argyle, nancy and jonathan.

then all of a sudden eddie munson comes along and somehow beats steve at his own game? impossible.

steve’s eye twitches at eddie’s smile and eddie breaks into giggles.

steve is still frowning when he asks, “what’s so funny?”

and eddie only waves him off, “you look like i’ve murdered your unborn child steve, it’s just a game!” he laughs

steve huffs again, “just a game” he mimics eddie’s voice, annoyed, which has eddie turning to him in an affronted manner, shoving steve into the couch.

steve yelps dramatically as if he’s about to be pushed off the couch.

“you couldn’t have even pretended to let me win?!” steve cries out aghast once he’s done with his show of dramatics.

eddie slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the awful snort he lets out at steve’s sentiment.

“stop laughing!” steve accuses, but there’s a smile on his face, “you’ve ruined my winning streak! and i was doing so well” he whines out, throwing himself onto the couch.

eddie just rolls his eyes, pushing steve’s arm off of his leg, “you’ll survive harrington, it’s not like the world is going to end twice in the same year” eddie says sarcastically and steve lifts his head to glare at eddie.

“don’t say that, it’s like you’re manifesting it” he hisses and eddie only shakes his head.

“you’d think you were the one who nearly bled out” eddie sniffs, playfully petulant.

“oh hush you baby, you’re alive now aren’t you?” steve mocks and eddie looks affronted for a second before a mischievous look passes over his face.

he tackles steve on the couch, play wrestling with him, pinning his arms above his head as he looks down at him with a smirk.

eddie may look like a scrawny motherfucker, but it’s all lean muscle from his work at the factory.

eddie notices steve breathing a little heavier as his eyes dilate from under him and eddie’s breath hitches at the sight.

fucking beautiful is what it is.

“can i kiss you?” eddie rushes out before he can second guess himself and he watches firsthand as steve freezes.

eddie panics for a second before steve nods so hard eddie starts to think he might be a bobble head version of the boy he’s into.

eddie leans down, softly brushing his lips with steve’s, trying to aim for something less aggressive.

it lasts for all of three seconds before steve surges up, hands still encased by eddie’s above his head as he kisses eddie ferociously.

eddie smiles into the kiss and steve starts to giggle, “who knew mario kart could be foreplay?” eddie whispers against steve and steve’s laugh shakes both of their frames.

“dork.” steve replies with a small smile, cheeks tinted a beautiful shade of pink.

[mediumgayitalian]

4 and 7 for will, percy, nico and jason!!!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

will:

sitcom. easy.

the very real way that i want a summer camp sitcom of will and his big siblings at camp.

dude if i had infinite money to fight cease and desists and copyright claims i would just hire actors and artists to make tv shows of every fic idea that has ever come into my head

percy:

i genuinely think percy is so so perfect as a first person narrative.

so i wouldn't change that.

BUT i would LOOOOOOVE to see a the office style mockumentary about percy and annabeth in new rome.

like that would be THEEEE funniest thing of all time

"and how do you know that x monster can be defeated in this way? what is your source, mr. jackson?"

*office stare of misery*

nico:

nico needs to be in a video game so badly it's ridiculous.

now i dont even like video games. never have cared never will. cant get into them.

BUT a video game with nicos bajillion side quests would be so goddam cool. visuals would go INSANE.

it would also be sooooo funny for him to have an inventory of weird shit and its just infinite

jason:

i need on on stage play hamlet style and it needs to be so haunting and lonely

imagine that. for a second.

the pain of jason's life

with jason as the character watching

lemme articulate this better.

we are introduced to jason, the adult character

this calm, quiet, kind, happy man

and then he dies

and he wakes up on stage alone

and he asks, aloud, what is going on

and no one answers

because he is a character

and then he watches every day of his past, hazed in smoke

and he is horrifed

the entire play is just the audience watching in complicit horror, not answering as jason demands, with increasing desperation, "why? why did she give me up? why was i alone?why did no one come for me? why did no one help me? why was i alone? why did i lose? why did my heart have to be the one to break? why was i alone? why did no one stop my sacrifice? why did i have to be sacrificed? why was i alone? why was i alone? why was i alone?"

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

will:

looooove Deaf/HoH will.

love that will has No fashion sense.

love southern accent will.

love will who has been burning the torch for nico for one hundred years.

percy:

love when he has an obvious and shyly embarrassing crush on annabeth.

love when he is incredibly emotionally mature.

actually i will be real i dislike a lot of fanon percy. i feel like people try really hard to make him dislikeable, like stupid or mean or thoughtless and i hate it

nico:

whipped nico my beloved.

nico is a little closer to percy in terms of fanon dislikes for me actually. hate hate hate how he is treated like a little meow meow that everyone has to protect.

jason:

LOVE Black jason. like he is Black to me i get jumpscared every time i see White jason or thalia.

love sweetheart jason like he is i love him

[ilikekidsshows]

I already started seriously disliking Marinette since season 4 because of the Ladynoir conflict being handled and solved in season 4 in a way thats an abuse victim's nightmare (and Adrien's civilian treatment only made it worse) and it being called "empowering" and "what Adrien needed"

But funnily, the episodes that broke the camel's back for good were Illustrhater and Sublimation. Those showed me that there is no hope left for this show. Any bad message will be send to children to validate Marinette with a pitty party.

Now orphans need to learn to shut up about being hurt by their romantic partner's ditching them all the time and acting like they dont wanna be around them, because still all that matters is that Marinette has anxiety and how Adrien just hasn't given enough care and understanding to her yet. Fuck orphans and having been abused all your life, including in the ways the partner just instinctively displayed again, Marinette somehow has it worse because she felt discomfort due to her anxiety that she never works on and takes out on whoever is in front of her.

The episode's ending pretty much said that Adrien shares just as much blame for what happened in Illustrhater and that he too needs to learn to be in a relationship. But it also had Marinette write off Adrien's feelings as wrong and only caused by a "misunderstanding" the second she heard him voice them and then made it all about HER feelings again and what SHE needs to be given in this relationship. ONLY her. That's all the message cared about.

= fuck abused orphans

And FUCK disabled people, too, I guess? Marinette spends an entire episode taking her anxiety out on Sublime to "befriend her" because Marinette's anxiety otherwise would lash out as straight up jealousy and sabotaging again. She stalked the hell out of her and is so self-centered that she soaps up the floor around Sublime in an attempt to paint herself as the victim by pretending to be akumatized (idk what excuses people make that the soap shouldn't have resulted in such an accident, clearly that's what the episode went for) and then transforms and jumps infront of a running Sublime which leads to the accident.

And it's funny how even Marinette salters don't bring this up, but when Sublime crashes onto the ground infront of Ladybug, prosthetics shattered, Marinette is one of the few people NOT reacting to it. Marinette only reacts shocked and devastated by what happened when Sublime brought up the name Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Marinette realizes she caused this, which??

?????????????????

So Marinette only cared about the hurt disabled person in front of her when it reflected badly on HER? What a charming way to write your already too self-centered main character.

I don't care about excuses that Marinette "totally reacted in worry and concern, it was just cut for time!" Cause yall don't KNOW that and it wouldn't change that this is always how she's written. To only care when it affects HER.

And then of course the messages. The battle villainizes the mom as much as possible so the viewers will write off what she says about Ladybug. Cat Noir does overtime not caring about the hurt daughter because Ladybug is big sad that she's being held accountable and spoken to in anything else but compliments, and Marinette can only be written to accept that she was the bad guy after the universe magically proves that, actually, she's the best version of herself.

Then in the end, Marinette as herself doesn't take any real accountability when apologizing to Sublime (and had to be forced to as Ladybug). She only says "I'm sorry for being insecure, I hope you can forgive that and prove me wrong for fearing that you wouldn't wanna be my friend"

That's not an apology, nor is it accountability. That's Marinette still only making everything about her feelings and what she needs to be given which is also all the message cares about.

ADRIEN is the one who made sure Sublime has the needed context for Marinette to be given the friendship without actually needing to try, and SUBLIME is out here doing all the work to form their friendship, going so far as to say that they'll exclusively talk about anything MARINETTE likes to make her comfortable because poor broken little Marinette has anxiety and that's the worst fate ever :'(

= fuck disabled people

If an able-bodied person takes their anxiety out on you and causes a bad accident through ableist inconsideration, then clearly that means THEY are the victim and you would be wrong and unfair to not take care of the poor able-bodied person feefees and do all the work in your bond so they don't have to.

Don't you monsters understand that having anxiety is worse than being severely disabled? Or being orphaned? Or being abused? Or depressed? Or being isolated in an abusive partnership and stuck as the leader's inhuman care taker and scapegoat, or else she rages and cries that she's owed for you to be that? Or being magically enslaved by your awful abusers all your life and now your gf thinks she's entitled to withhold that information from you which put your life in danger when you lost your life-holding objects, but she prioritized getting to keep her secrets so she risked killing you?

Yeah, nah, I'm not sorry anymore to say it. Fuck Miraculous. What an awful kids show that sends every bad message under the sun just so Marinette can get further and further validated for managing to reach the bar of... *checks notes*

Having human feelings, which somehow makes her unique?

---

The people defending Miraculous and Marinette are being way too nice to the writers when they say things like “Marinette totally would have shown concern and regret over the problem she caused this time, but it was cut for time” when the far more likely option, to me at least, is that the writers just didn’t think she needed to spare as much as a single thought to the people she’s harming. It's a direct side effect of the writers' blatant bias. Because, like, if the writers thought Marinette acting considerate was important, they’d show her doing it every once in a while instead of expecting the audience to go: “she did it off screen!” Like, we can’t claim the show doing something in an alternative timeline is the same as it having done that in this one.

It’s kinda like the take that because we know that Marinette is supposed to be a kind and selfless person, so that’s how we should view her and all the writing that makes her the opposite is just unfortunate in how bad it is. Yes, it is bad writing, but ignoring how that alters the canon is just the same as ignoring how bad it is to me. I just really don't want to do that because it’s basically giving the writers credit for something they blatantly didn’t do. Like, just because someone places a tray covered in mud in front of me doesn’t mean I’ll eat it and thank them for the brownies.

Also, like, even if the soaping Sublime up and startling her hadn’t been part of the same comedy of errors it doesn’t mean the individual things Marinette did as part of her scheme would suddenly be okay, which is why complaining about the contrivance of the events in Marinette’s defense is so pointless (and, like, it’s not like contrivance has ever bothered this fandom when it’s a Lucky Charm scheme that breaks physics). The whole defense just reads like: "Marinette doing something stupid and selfish having such negative consequences to someone else is so unfair to Marinette because it makes her look bad to the audience".

Even if Marinette's plan had gone exactly as she planned it, I still don't see any part of her plan as anything but selfish and inconsiderate. She thought it was a good idea to jump onto the race track screaming while Sublime was going for a competitive run time. She wasn’t just casually jogging, she was going all out, trying to get a sponsorship, and Marinette came in to bother her because she wanted to make herself look better. In addition to that, if someone threw soap at me to convince me they were under mind control, I’d still find that shit annoying even if nothing worse happened. Sublime had important things to do and someone came in and threw gunk at her. Like, even if nothing had gone wrong with Marinette’s plan, even if it had gone down without a hitch, every step of it would still have been an annoying and self-centered thing to do.

And, like, Marinette is so manipulative in that ending scene with Sublime. She corners her alone and wobbles her lip while going on about how she doesn’t think she deserves to be Sublime’s friend, making Sublime do all the work of appeasing her. She even peeks out from between her fingers during the conversation when she makes sure Sublime isn’t even slightly annoyed with her before uncovering her face. Like, I showed that scene to my brother, who said that was a Lila moment. Usually villainous, manipulative characters cry crocodile tears and steal peeks at their targets like that. The honestly strange way this scene is storyboarded makes it look like Marinette is manipulating Sublime on purpose instead of accidentally like she's done with Cat Noir in the past. There's no way the crew did that on purpose but they still did it. It's the same thing as me refusing to give the crew credit for things they didn't do, I have to point what they decided to do instead.

Combined with the girlsquad acting like Marinette’s little bully posse, isolating a classmate just because they suspect Marinette didn’t want them hanging out with her in ‘Daddycop’, S6 Marinette looks like a queen bee bully, but we’re still expected to root for her. Like, what is with this writing? How do you slap this many villain tropes onto your hero protagonist who’s meant to be the “most sympathetic”? The level of incompetence here is baffling.

And it’s not even just about the incompetence. It’s, like you brought up, the genuinely harmful real-life toxic biases against disabled and abused people that the show is actively enforcing. Because, like, it’s actually uncomfortably common for real people in the real world to actively say the kinds of things about people that this show’s more insistent defenders are saying, that this show’s writing is implying. Like, I genuinely don’t want to hear what the writers think about disabled people, child abuse or the concept of conservatorships, because this show is encouraging the standom to say things that are the exact same excuses we hear in real life for why mistreating people over these things is okay.

Miraculous has repeatedly failed to have characters with physical disabilities get any kinds of considerations or accommodations for their disabilities. Rose is praised by the characters and the narrative because her only request concerning her chronic illness is to not get any special consideration over it. Similarly, Sublime is “okay” when her legs get shattered from underneath her, because she’s such a wonderful person she needs no consideration even from the person who harmed her. Disabled people are “good people” when they ask for nothing and need no help ever, because inconveniencing able-bodied people would just be the worst. 

Miraculous writers and the fandom praising them for this kind of writing support the idea that disabled people should just be able to do everything the expected way and not need any help or accommodations from the people around them. Then they can be “inspiring” and “good” and “nice”. Otherwise they’re being a burden to the people around them and burdening the people around you is the worst thing you could possibly do. It's ableism, pure and simple.

Similarly, the show and the writers flip flop on whether or not the audience should even consider Adrien an abuse victim. Before the retool, Astruc recommended an essay written by a fan about how well Adrien was written as an abuse victim, but, in the aftermath of season 5, he’s now insisting Adrien wasn’t abused, because Gabriel didn’t hit him and kept him fed, and Chloé had the perfect childhood because she got bought expensive gifts, because your parent neglecting you or abandoning you and calling you the wrong name constantly isn’t abuse. And he insists on this because he decided that he wanted to vindicate the rich white men abusing these kids.

“Child neglect isn’t real abuse” is an actual thing abuse apologists say. “You weren’t abused because you were physically safe” is an actual thing abuse apologists say. Neglect is a form of abuse. Emotional abuse is a form of abuse. Neglect and emotional abuse are abuse. This show is perpetuating actual abuse apologia.

Similarly, “Adrien can’t be trusted to make his own decisions” or “Adrien can’t handle the truth” is supporting conservatorship. It’s the idea that Adrien is just too traumatized, sensitive and incapable of making his own decisions, so Marinette has to make decisions for him and control his life for his own good. Conservatorships are a way of denying humans their human rights, of a group of outsiders deciding that someone is incapable of making decisions concerning their own finances and life so someone else should take full control of all of that. Conservatorships are also a form of both ableism and abuse.

That's why I have a hard time believing Marinette is canonically neurodivergent or has an anxiety disorder; the writers have so little sympathy towards disabilities I doubt they'd purposefully write their protagonist with a disability. Sure, it could just be the double standards benefiting Marinette alone, the writers considering her above the standards they set for others, but it could also just be an accident. As you said, the writers think Marinette just having emotions makes her supposedly worthy of being coddled by everyone in and out of universe while everyone else should just suck it up and deal with their issues constructively. The things that make Marinette appear neurodivergent or suffering from an anxiety disorder could also just be the writers drumming up sympathy for Marinette where her obliviousness and negative emotions get exaggerated to make her seem like a poor little meow meow who was born in a wet cardboard box all alone.

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

Okay, bachelor au, since no one wrote this.

It's just a thought, send it to those who know how to write, we need it!!!

Of course it's Maxiel.

✨️Imagine ✨️

The BACHELOR

I F!#%&$g found it!!!

🌹Max gets on the show for strange and funny reasons (let his sister record him, he resists for a long time, but then for some reason goes to the set).

🌹Perhaps the candidates don't know who will be the bachelor, or only Max doesn't know.

🌹The first test.

The candidates must complete it, only after that they will get to know the bachelor.

This is the bachelor's introduction to the candidates. Daniel comes up with a test. He loves photography and backpacking. You know what's going to happen next...

Candidates must walk along a picturesque and rather difficult hiking trail (everything takes place in Italy) and make their portfolio of 10 polaroid photos. They have only one reserve photo. Everyone thinks that these are their photos against the background of beautiful views. Some people think it's just a photo of nature.

Max is going to sabotage all the trials, therefore... Each photo is one of his fingers against the background of a tree, sky, mountain, and so on. In the eleventh photo, his face is stupid surprised (the picture was taken at the moment when he picked up the camera).

*Daniel laughs at the camera while looking at the photos.

"Okay, all ten of them. I hope his legs are okay too."

Perhaps the eleventh (or first) photo is missing from the folder.*

🌹Acquaintance.

All the candidates are standing on a strange stage. Max hates it all. It feels like a manicure in a shop window. He's already fighting with makeup artists and stylists. He ignored the outfit that was prepared for him and just put on a white T-shirt and skinny jeans. He still suffers from the fact that his cap was taken away from him, and styling gel was applied to his hair.

Daniel appears.

* "Oh my God." Max speaks rather quietly, but at the same time loudly.

"Just Daniel."

(yes, it's hackneyed, but damn good)*

🌹Max is a blogger and an IT specialist. He streams iRacing and other games, and enjoys Formula 1. It's only after meeting the bachelor that he realizes why the interviewer was smiling so much at the his first interview.

Max actually knows who Daniel Ricciardo is. He knows everything about Daniel's career. Maybe he has a poster with a Honey Badger in his room. MAYBE he's been in love with Daniel for a very long time...as an idol...and maybe even more. He never thought he would see him in person. Especially on a stupid show.

🌹I have no idea what's going to happen next. I haven't watched the show. In my version...

They all live in the same house. They can communicate, rumors appear, candidates form alliances against people they don't like, and someone becomes enemies. Everyone doesn't consider Max a threat.

He readily admitted at the very beginning that he was here for fun, he makes sarcastic remarks in single interviews, he boldly responds to the ridicule of other candidates, doesn't try at all in any tests, but passes them anyway. (Daniel likes this cheeky guy. There's something about him. He may not be the love of his life 😏, but Daniel wants to see how Max will behave next.)

🌹One night, Max was watching the F1 race and was very loudly cheering for his favorite team.

"Come on. Slow down, you have to go slower. Yes! Full throttle!"

In the morning.

Max didn't get enough sleep, he's pissed off about the cameras in the house, he's pissed off about the candidates. His hair is disheveled, he's wearing battered sweatpants and an old washed T-shirt, which he slept in, coming down for breakfast.

Max stops for a second and sees the other candidates and DANIEL at the table. He needs a Red Bull to start worrying.

The stupidest and most handsome candidate makes a sarcastic remark in his direction.

"Didn't someone have a good time with their right hand yesterday? Next time, be quiet, dude, no one wants to know what you're doing in your room at night."

Daniel hides all his emotions and takes a sip of coffee.

Max glares at the fool...

"Actually, I had a great time with twenty fit, handsome guys. You know, they passed me around." (Is this a rather vulgar hint that he watched the race?)

Daniel's eyes widen, and when he gets the gist of the situation, he laughs out loud. Loud and booming, as Daniel can.

"Who won?"

🌹Of course, Max and Daniel get to know each other better in the process. Max realizes that he is completely in love with Daniel. His participation in the show is still for fun, he knows that more interesting and successful people take part in the show, he isn't in Daniel's league, but if he has pleasant memories with Daniel after the show, then it was worth it.

And Daniel understands that Max is the most pleasant and down-to-earth candidate. He likes Max's laugh, his grumpiness, his cockiness, and of course, his looks (there should be a hot description of Max here). This guy is simple(y lovely) and he fit Daniel very well in spirit. Dan already knows who's going to win.

🌹There were a number of individual dates. Daniel came up with more and more sophisticated dates. Yachts, glamour. But when it comes to Max's turn, it all seems too much.

He just says "look beautiful" and waits for Max at the entrance of the house to lean on the Aston Martin. Max comes out in a leather jacket over an untucked white shirt, his skinny jeans and a good pair of shoes.

Daniel wonders if they can cross the border and end this whole stupid show.

And Max takes his breath away from the sight of Daniel in a dark shirt and trousers, and an Aston Martin behind him.

They spend an amazing evening in a not very glamorous but nice restaurant. The food is delicious, the view is wonderful, the conversation is relaxed, they laugh and forget that there are cameras nearby. At one point, they hold hands.

Then they walk along the embankment, the dialogue is more personal, and at some point Max just stops.

"I can't take it anymore."

Daniel expects anything. From "I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend" to "This is all a setup, I just wanted to make fun of you." But...

"These shoes are hurting me."

"Uh, what?"

"My sister gave me this pair of shoes at the last moment, for 'some kind of celebration.' I put them on for the first and probably the last time. I can't walk."

A burst of laughter makes people on the embankment turn around.

"Come on"

They reach the shoe store, which is about to close. Thanks to Daniel's name and a couple of autographs, they buy comfortable shoes for Max and are about to return. The return road takes place in comfortable silence. The guys exchange glances and smiles. Before entering the house, Daniel stops Max and..OF COURSE THEY KISS.

🌹They enter the house and..The remaining candidates are watching something on TV and laughing. Max realizes that this is one of his streams, the one where he not only praises Daniel's talent as a racer, but also talks about how hot Ricciardo is.

"Max..."

Daniel tries to take his hand, but Max pulls his hand away.

"I think it's time for me to sleep."

🌹The next morning, the three remaining candidates are sitting at the table. When Daniel arrives, he looks at the place where Max should be, but it's empty. He notices an envelope under his plate. Next comes the cutting of frames. Max's empty room, footage from the cameras on the street, which filmed Max leaving this place at night. All with sad music.

🌹In the letter, Max writes about how he didn't want to take part in the show, how he decided to behave stupidly, and just wanted to see where it would lead him. He writes about how happy he was to meet Daniel, that although Max already had ideas about what Daniel Ricciardo was, Daniel surpassed them all.

"I'll add a little drama with my departure, maybe it will raise the ratings. I don't know what you expected from this show, but I hope you won't be disappointed that you spent your time on it. Don't change, Daniel. Enjoy the butterflies."

The text of the letter doesn't appear in the show, Daniel refuses to show it.

*Daniel is looking out the window in the interview room. He sighs, looks at the envelope in his hands, looks at the camera, smiles sadly.

"He's gone." He shrugs slightly, looks at the envelope again. "The show must go on."*

🌹At the next stage, Daniel had to dismiss one candidate, and three ones had to go to the final. Only one get a "prize" (?). But Max left, so two remain in the final.

There must be something here. A test, a date, I don't know. But in the end, Daniel doesn't choose anyone.

"Well. It was fun and informative, but stories don't always end with a happy ending and a wedding."

Dan smiles at the camera.

"It didn't work for me. I hope, despite the result, this season will be the highest rate."

The show ends. Black screen...

The sound of an incoming message.

🌹Max returned home. He lay in his bed for three days. He was crying, he was angry, he was sad, he didn't feel anything, repeat. At some point, Victoria appears. She talks quickly and haltingly about how sorry she is that she dragged Max into this, how sorry she is for what happened, how stupid and mean it all is. Max just hugs her, and then they watch shitty movies and eat ice cream.

"Why did you leave?"

"How can I look him in the eye after that? He probably thinks that I'm a crazy fan who set all this up, or some kind of crazy fan maniac."

"Well, that's not too far from the truth."

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Remember how you almost hit that poor guy when he said that Ricciardo wasn't good anymore? You were foaming at the mouth to prove how much he had done for the sport and that his latest car was just a bucket on wheels. Come on, Mad Max!"

"In my defense, I was drunk, and the car hardly looked like a lawn mower."

Slowly, Max returns to the stream. First, without a camera, then with a camera. One of his friends tries to joke about the show, Max leaves. After that, they don't touch on the topic anymore, and the chat moderators do their job very well.

Max's vacation is coming to an end, there are no jokes at work, but they started hitting on him more often. Max doesn't know which is worse.

One day, he returns home tired and annoyed because one of the worker decided that hitting on Max while he fixing a system error was a good idea. Max has a reprimand and two days off at his own expense.

He's already planning to warm up dinner and watch stream when Victoria sends a message.

"Are you at home?"

"Yes, but I don't want to talk, I don't want to see anyone, and I don't want to go anywhere."

"Oops." The doorbell rings.

"Damn you."

Max opens the door abruptly.

"My God, it's possible..."

He sees a bouquet of purple roses in front of him. And then the bouquet comes down and he sees Daniel.

"It's just Daniel, remember?"

🌹The sound of an incoming message. A chat appears on the screen.

Daniel Ricciardo: Okay, I finally found HIM on your stupid show. You guys did a good job. Good luck with next season. 😘

Titles

[silcos-oldest-daughter]

The Grey

All I could find regarding the grey for a fanfiction and some questions I have about how it is depicted in S1 and S2. But let's start by something interesting! This is very disorganised so I'm sorry.

So I've recently come to the realisation that The Grey is probably called that because Kindred, a spirit that represents the twin essences of death (Runeterra's very own Grim Reaper), is also nicknamed the Grey Man.

⬆️ Alias(es)

The Kindred

The Taker

The Spirit of Death

The Eternal Hunters

The Two Hunters

The Educated Lamb of Light

The Great Black Wolf

Grey Man

Death

Which also finally explains to me how the show decided to depict the Grey in the Kiramann family's archives:

A personification of the gas, depicting it as a monster that poisons the people of Zaun (or those who breathe in it at least) with round glowing eyes and a black body, and who this image reminds you of? (at least to me)

Kindred!

More specifically Wolf

and what does the "Wolf" represents

Wolf:

Wolf is the bestial half of the Kindred, representing a violent death. Those who will not fall to Lamb's arrows doom themselves to Wolf's jaws as he goes on the chase. Always hungry, he feels emotion but does not truly understand it - the counterpart to Lamb's impassive knowledge of feelings. The Kindred stalk the world, bringing peaceful death to those who will fall by Lamb. All who do not make one more chase for Wolf.

a violent death: because obviously no one, be it in Zaun or elsewhere, would like breathing in poisonous gas that slowly kills you so they do what they can to escape it (like Viktor, who is chocking on his own blood as it has already infected/ruined/damaged his lungs, eating his insides slowly over the years and decided to leave the toxic air of Zaun sometime before the Kiramann family ask their architects to build the ventilation system, which means he was at least affected until his late teens. [timeline under])

Which is funny if you think a Wolf [Ambessa] manipulated the Pilties in using this very toxic gas against a terrified population (borders closed, more enforcer brutality) for the actions of one girl.

Council Bombing -> Ambessa helps Renni attack the funerals -> Successfully makes Caitlyn declare Martial Law -> Caitlyn uses the Grey -> Jinx sends it back up.

--- IGNORE THIS IF THE TIMELINE DOESN'T INTEREST YOU

Timeline from what I can understand based from the show and some of the wiki (using this timeline for help):

APF = After Piltover Foundation

168 APF: Viktor is born.

177-187 APF: Vander, Silco, and Felicia work for the "Nation of Zaun" (discuss revolutionary ideas). During this period, they possibly negotiated for better working conditions in the mines and measures to keep The Grey at bay.

178 APF: Vi is born.

182 APF: Pow-Pow is born.

177-180 APF: Viktor works with Singed (between ages 9-12, though his exact age during this period is unclear).

185-187 APF: wiki -> "Still, somewhere in his late teens, Heimerdinger encounters him and takes him under his wing, allowing him to study at the University of Piltover. Viktor goes on to become his assistant as Dean of the Academy." "Late teens" usually means 17-19, so Viktor likely left Zaun at this time.

193 APF: Welcome to the Playground takes place.

--- END

BUT going back to the Grey and Kindred:

This "violent death" is also shown when Silco (S1EP7) is seen using what can be assumed as a small (approx. same size of a fire extinguisher) container with the Grey to threaten the Chem-Barons. We can see the plants quickly wither away during Silco's speech.

(Obviously ignore the way Finn is violently chocking and spasming after breathing in the Grey for less than a minute.)

If the episode follows real-time pacing, approximately 117 seconds pass during this scene:

15:44 [we can hear the hissing sound of Sevika opening the container]

17:41 [Sevika starts the ventilation system and opens the door])

So around 1 minute and 57 seconds for the very big plants to die.

Silco's speech: "What's that? Oh, you don't recognize it? Have you forgotten where we came from? The mines they had us in? Air so thick it clogged your throat. Stuck in your eyes. But I pulled you all up from the depths. Offered you a taste of topside. And fresh air. I gave you life. Purpose. But you've grown fat and complacent. Too much time in the sun. We came from a world where there was never enough to go around, Finn. That is why we fight. Do you remember?  […]  Don't forget again."

[Side-by-side comparison to better see the damage]

In this scene, we can see the sky through the fan’s window—clear blue sky, clouds—meaning there’s open air and wind. Once the doors and windows are opened, the gas can escape.

But what happens when it’s released below? In the Lanes, where Jinx is?

There are no doors to open, no windows to break. The gas stays and doesn’t dissipate. (Unlike where Jinx sent it, which was an open street where it quickly dispersed.) It accumulates.

And in a population mostly consisting of sick, starving, and (or) drugged people, many with preexisting illnesses, it doesn’t take much to go from “it just stings my eyes and hurts my throat” (enforcers) to “I’m already sick, and this is making it worse.”

Which also shows in the Kiramann's archives what a prolonged exposure can do:

Extensive lung damage and damage to the respiratory system including nasal cavities.

If we compare it to smoke inhalation (which should be more or less the same toxicity than the Grey in my opinion [maybe more dunno]) from the msd manual:

Local irritant phenomena: Cough, wheezing, stridor (Stridor is an abnormal, high-pitched respiratory sound produced by irregular airflow in a narrowed airway during the inspiration phase)

Hypoxic manifestations: Confusion, lethargy, coma, tachycardia (a heart rate over 100 beats a minute), tachypnea (rapid breathing)

Upper airway injury usually causes symptoms within minutes but occasionally over several hours; upper airway edema may cause stridor. Significant orofacial burns can cause edema that significantly compounds the upper airway problems created by smoke inhalation.

Lower airway injury may also occur with upper airway injury and usually causes delayed symptoms (eg, oxygenation problems highlighted by increasing oxygen requirements or decreases in lung compliance after 24 hours or later).

Then there's the mini game Jinx Fixes Everything:

So does releasing The Grey into the streets of Zaun really not affect the common people? The ones who aren’t criminals, just trying to survive? Are the children working for the Chem-Barons affected?

[Zaunites praying to a mural of Janna, Jinx mentions that there are many stories telling how a "wispy wind woman" would rescue trapped miners underground]

Which brings me to the (leaked?) video of Zaunites entering Ekko and the Firelights' hideout—the one where the show removed the coughing in the final version.

Why?

Like, you spent all this time showing us —Viktor’s illness, Silco’s speech, the plants dying, a literal depiction of Runeterra’s Grim Reaper (at least in my opinion)—only to downplay the Enforcer SWAT team’s actions in the end? While at the same time putting extra emphasis on the harm done to the Piltover children?

I could have forgotten some things so feel free to point them out. Also there might be some spelling mistakes, english is not my first language so feel free to point those out too!

[actualbird]

love this post. mwah

now here's each of these assigned to an nxx boy

first -> vyn. he is literally a mental health professional and so he'd know the vocabulary of his issues and how to tackle it. the only thing holding him back is the fact that he'd be very averse to showing any kind of vulnerability, weakness, or fault. so he'd be like

vyn: i am aware i have problems and i know what they are, as well as how to treat them. nobody else has to know this though.

second -> artem. he is a self-aware and intelligent man who would be able to realize that there are Signs but he would also be more susceptible to frustration on how to actually handle it, partly also because of an aversion to showing Wrongness. so he'd be like

artem: i sense i have symptoms but i don't know how to deal with them. perhaps i can put this off...indefinitely.

third -> luke. mister repression avoidant liar extraordinaire!!! he will ACTIVELY push people away and belittle his struggles, like it's not a big deal and he'll get over it! he likely wouldnt be too aggressive (it'll be more likely that he smacks a strained smile on his face instead) but he would be incredibly beat-around-the-bush-y and averse to anybody getting close to him while he's going through Whatever It Is He's Going Through. so he'd be like

luke: it's fine! i'm fine! this is nothing, i'll get over it! wanna go grab a burger? :D

fourth -> marius. NOW WE'RE TALKING. i'm not saying he's stupid, i'm saying he's so deep down in denial that it doesn't even occur to him that he might have problems. like it doesnt even compute for him. he doesnt have to vocabulary for what he's going through because he, in the first place, doesnt even believe theres anything wrong. so he'd be like

marius: haha yeah when i'm stuck in a cold dark location i like toooootally zone out and like, breathe all weird, then brain totally shuts off, all empty. same thing happens when people bring up mom or how long giann's been gone, haha. it's just. it's Funky Time. things get Funky. wdym it's a problem? it goes away pretty quickly and becomes Empty Time! and it feels pretty swimmy for a while but hey, at least i'm able to get some work done once the Empty Time hits. haha

vyn: good lord

artem: i...i don't think thats a regular response

luke: man even i can tell that's a problem. and that's rich, coming from me.

marius: it's not! it's---it's funny! guys, you can laugh, you know? uh. please laugh....please?

[daredevils-stuffed]

Funny way of showing it

Matt Murdock x Reader

18+ only

Matt has a funny way of dealing with grief.

Matt has been struggling with grief. Grief of losing Foggy, grief of giving up being the devil of Hell’s Kitchen, grief over losing faith in a religion he clung to in times of need. That’s what you’re for now, you suppose. For him to cling to, whether you want him to or not. He seems to be dealing with his grief in an unconventional way. You’d rather him deal with his grief in a healthy way. Maybe see a therapist. But as always, Matt Murdock has unusual ways of doing things, and you suppose grief is no different.

“Yah know, I was in this bookshop the other day, and there was this psychotherapist there giving a talk. You could”

“Baby,” Matt cuts you off, turning toward you. His face is unreadable these days, like a book in a language you’ve forgotten how to speak. "Let’s not. I don’t need to talk to anyone."

The elevator door closes behind you and makes its way up. At least this place has an elevator, you think absently. No more climbing endless flights of stairs just to get home.

He moves closer to you, taking your face in his hands. “Matty,” you murmur. “You’re going to have to talk about it sooner or later,” but his head is already shaking.

He makes a sound deep in his throat, his lips barely touching your hairline. He breathes you in, he breathes you in like you're something holy. “Why would I do that, sweetheart?” His hands lower to your waist, nonchalantly brushing over your hips, heading straight to your ass. He nudges you to press up against the elevator wall. Your breath hitches at the unexpected closeness. “When I have you.”

This isn’t the first time Matt has avoided talking about his feelings by making moves. It is, however, the first time he has tried this outside of the apartment.

You place two hands on him, trying to slow down what Matt is trying to instigate.

Matt, on the other hand, puts two fingers to your clit, covered by a pair of spandex shorts. He slowly rubs circles and places delicate kisses to your ear. He knows exactly what to do to get you going.

“Matty,” you warn, watching as the levels of the elevator rise with each passing second. You can see yourself in the mirror so plainly, and the person in that mirror looks like she’s already given into him. “Can’t this wait until” but you’re cut off by Matt pressing the emergency stop button. Your face immediately portrays a horrified expression. “What are you…?”

But Matt just chuckles, a dark chuckle that you have been hearing a lot lately. He continues on with his fingers, slow and deliberate. “This isn’t a good idea,” you want to sound firm, to demand that he talk to you instead of using your body as a salve for his wounds, but your words were already coming out in pants.

There was nothing left to be said, nothing in this moment worth saying. Right when his lips found the perfect area on your throat, and his fingers teased you at just the right angle, your moan signified your submission.

“Good girl,” Matt, ever willing to praise good behaviour, dropped to his knees. He peels your shorts down with a maddening lack of urgency, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs.

His kisses on you become lazy, and all you could do was be patient. Wait for him to get there on his own; this was him dealing with his grief after all, and who were you to stop him? His tongue brushed against you elegantly, one long lick to set the pace, or so you thought. You’re not sure what turned you on more, the look on your own face or Matt absolutely devouring you. Your body jerks. Your head tilts back against the elevator wall. You can still see yourself in the mirror—see the way your lips part, the way your body trembles, the way Matt is utterly, completely lost in you.

He devours you like he’s starving, like this is the only way he knows how to feel alive. He sucks, licks, bites, dragging you to the edge with relentless precision. Your legs start to shake, and he has to hold you up, his grip firm on your hips.

You don’t last long.

He was a man determined, and you weren’t going to get in his way. His visceral groans were enough to send you over the edge. You knew that he enjoyed this just as much as you, maybe even more by the way that he lapped at you well after your orgasm had taken over, and your screams could probably be heard throughout the building.

Matt stood, as if he were only on his knees to tie his shoe. You pulled your shorts up, still in awe of what just happened. Matt pressed the button for the elevator to continue. He stood as one would in an elevator, giving no indication of his actions or emotions. You took another look in the mirror and decided it’s not worth trying to fix your composure now.

Matt’s face remained unreadable.

You opened your mouth—to say what, you weren’t sure—but the elevator dings, the doors sliding open.

And just like that, he stepped out.

Like nothing had happened at all.

[thenyoukeepliving]

Some angsty Jax headcanons

sad rabt goes brrrrr

CW: mention of SA, PTSD, emotional repression, self-worth issues

₊‧⁺˖☾ ─────────────── ☽˖⁺‧₊

Tugs on his gloves when he’s nervous

He doesn’t fidget in obvious ways, but if he’s stressed or anxious, he’ll subtly tug at the fingers of his gloves. The worse he feels, the tighter he pulls.

Sometimes his voice gets quiet when he talks about himself 

He can be loud and obnoxious all day long, but the second he starts talking about something real – his past, his feelings, even just personal opinions – his voice drops. Not in an obvious way, but just enough that you can tell he’s not used to being listened to.

Hates the idea of being needed

I feel like deep down he actually wants people to like him, to want him around (he achieves the exact opposite with his actions because he's too much of a pussy coward to let anyone get close) BUT the second he feels like someone needs him, he panics. He doesn’t trust himself to be dependable. He doesn’t trust himself at all. And the thought of failing someone? It’s unbearable.

Absolutely cannot handle someone crying

If someone starts crying in front of him, his first instinct is to joke about it. Not because he thinks it’s funny, but because he panics. He has no idea how to comfort people, and deep down, it makes him feel sick because he knows he’s the type of person who makes people cry.

Hates silence 

If it gets too quiet, he starts feeling awkward. That’s why he always has to be talking, pranking, teasing, joking or anything that gets the conversation going. Sometimes he would just tap his foot or drum his fingers against his leg. The silence is too... empty.

He doesn’t like being ignored

Not in the haha, I’m an attention-seeker way, but in a deeper, more painful way. If someone he secretly cares about starts avoiding him or just excludes him from the conversation, it absolutely wrecks him. He won’t show it, but inside, it feels like he’s disappearing. (Imagine what he felt when the others didn’t invite him to Kaufmo’s funeral…)

Doesn’t like being touched unexpectedly 

If someone touches him out of nowhere (especially if he wasn’t paying attention) his whole body tenses up like he’s expecting something bad to happen (I can very much see him having PTSD from something SA related I’m so sorry…..). He covers it up with a joke or a smug comment, but the stiffness in his shoulders remains for a very long time, before he’s able to calm himself down. 

He's also not used to physical touch as a way of showing love/affection (he can't even remember the last time someone hugged him – if that ever even happened in the circus).

Breaks alone

Jax never cries in front of people – he’d rather die first. But when he’s alone in his room, with no one to see, it’s different. He’ll sit on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor, fists clenched so tight his fingers ache. He tells himself he’s fine, that it doesn’t matter, that it’s just another day in this stupid circus. But the lump in his throat doesn’t go away. Neither does the stinging in his eyes. And when it finally gets too much, when the weight of everything presses down on him just right, he’ll let out one shaky breath, then another, and another, until he finally breaks.

Quietly. Always quietly.

Because even when no one’s watching, he still hates looking weak.