#ig like i had this random thought late at night

[gizdathemxel]

i think the thing that bothers me most concerning radfem/terf thought is this weird bioessentialism that hangs around it — the idea that man/masculinity = always bad and women/femininity = always good, which is just so icky ??? like it’s a dehumanization of everyone regardless of where they fall on the gender spectrum, it kinda assumes that there is just one kind of man/masc or woman/fem (which under european standards, is NOT a very good thing), and also completely ignores how intersectional feminism and gender is.

like unfortunately some of the biggest misogynists are women. like let’s not forget that there are plenty of women who are willing to throw other women under the bus for male validation (think nlogs, and pick mes) or literally just bc they do not fw other women. let’s not forget that women in positions of power over other women (and even men!) can and will use that power (white feminists pushing aside feminists of color, the white tears phenomenon/violent rapist movie stereotypes/abled bodied women participating in eugenics against disabled women and men)

though not as much as I’ve seen men be complete creeps and weirdos, i have also seen a lot of dudes engage in feminist thought and try to challenge the patriarchy in their own lives.

I’ll be 100% clear and say that yes men are much more likely to commit acts of violence against women (or anyone perceived as such), but falling into that bioessentialist thought is literally so unhelpful. besides everything I’ve alr stated, it also just re-affirms the “validity” of patriarchy by dehumanizing everyone. like “ofc men are misogynistic evil sexist pigs bc they’re men; biologically they’re just like that” and “ofc women are perpetual perfect victims; they’re women, they can’t do or be anything else”. you see what I’m saying

like it is cathartic to be like i hate men or i wish the world was just full of women and stuff but its honestly kinda scary to that kind of thought be taken seriously in feminist spaces

tldr: bioessentialist (man naturally have these traits and women naturally have those traits) is bad; it completely ignores the other nuances alongside gender (race, class, ability) ,dehumanizes people to things they can’t control, and ignores serious issues committed by either gender (also ignores how transppl fit into that) and that’s the issue i have with terf/radfem thinking okay byeee

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Hello! I don’t know if this space has already been requested, but could I please request #18 with the Cowboy Space with Ethan Landry from Scream VI? For the overview is that Chad basically convinces Ethan to dress up like a shirtless cowboy like him to show off his muscles to impress the girl Ethan has been crushing/in love with.

The girl can be either friends with the Woodsboro group or just a random girl from one of Ethan’s classes. But the girl has also been crushing on Ethan.

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - NON GHOSTFACE AU Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - again, NON GHOSTFACE AU!!! || porn with a plot || but the ghostface character still exists yk || aged up some more, again like 3 years into college || partying || body shots || drinking alcohol (legally, mostly) || mentions of drugs || intoxicated sex but fully consensual || slight gxg relations with reader ig? (tara) || party is set in like a bigger area if that makes sense? || tara and chad are already together || altered timeline slightly? || Ethan and Chad are actually best friends because again, not in like the movie’s universe? || the entire group are actually really good friends (Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy, Anika – i didn't include Quinn) || everyone’s more lighthearted cuz no trauma || you have a high alcohol tolerance now || kind of public sex || moved to sex in another person’s bathroom || blowjob || self fingering || then moving to a random room || unprotected sex || riding || cumming inside || slight tit worship || mentions of smoking ||

Ethan didn’t think he could go through with this. He stared at himself in the mirror, and though he didn’t dislike what he was seeing, he just didn’t know if he was comfortable.

“Heyo, E, what’s taking so long? We gotta see you!” Chad knocked on the door as Ethan fixed the ascot looking thing around his neck and the cowboy hat he accidentally spent way too much money on. "Ethan, come out here and show us!”

Ethan groaned as he walked out, Chad whistling as he sat next to Tara with his arm around her shoulders. “Look at you! Looking great, Ethan! You’re a lot more muscular than I thought.”

He ignored Chad’s words as Anika giggled slightly, making him look at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You look like you’re about to go into a porno,” she laughed, making Mindy giggle. “A really, really weird porno, but a good one!”

Her words make Ethan groan, pointing at Chad. “He’s wearing the same thing! For fucks sake, I feel like I look so fucking stupid-”

Chad quickly shakes his head. “Come on man, you look great!”

Tara giggled slightly, everyone looking at her. “What’s so funny?” Ethan said again, crossing his arms which made his biceps bulge. 

“Texting Y/N,” she said, smiling. “She’s going as Ghostface. A slutty Ghostface, and I told her you’re going as a shirtless cowboy, so you kind of have to wear that now.”

Ethan groaned, face palming. “Promise I don’t look stupid?”

“You look amazing, dude!” Chad.

“You look fucking stupid.” Sam.

“Just don’t star in a porno!” Anika.

“Can we go already? We’re going to be late.” Mindy.

“Yeah, Y/N’s already there, she’s doing body shots. I wanna do body shots with her, it sounds fun!” Tara.

Only Tara’s words stuck with him, because just like her, he really wanted to do body shots with you. Normally, you were part of this mini gang that they had, but you had gone with your two best friends that you had known since high school, especially because it was a frat party.

It wasn’t long until everyone left, leaving the dorms with Ethan and Chad shirtless as they walked to the frat party. “She’s not gonna think I’m weird, right?”

“Nah, man! She’s gonna think you’re hot, coke on! Besides, slutty Ghostface? It pairs up great,” Chad said, shrugging as he held Tara close. “You’re gonna take body shots with Y/N, right?”

“I’m gonna try.”

“Oh definitely!”

Ethan and Tara both spoke at the same time, Tara clapping her hands. “Hell yeah! Ethan’s getting bold, whoop whoop! I go first though.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m still deciding if I’m even gonna go.”

“You better go!” Tara said, nodding. “I have a bet y’all are going to fuck tonight! Don’t make me lose!”

When they got there, they immediately knew where you were since they could see you standing in front of the ping pong table playing beer pong. He smiled as you bit your lips, bouncing the small plastic ball and landing it perfectly on one of the cups, everyone yelling out as you jumped up with a cheer. “Whoo!”

“Y/N!” Tara yelled as she ran over, Chad slapping Ethan’s back.

“Go get her, man!”

Oh, but then he saw you.

You looked fucking perfect in the fishnet body suit that covered your entire body, a mere leather tube top and a leather mini skirt covering your more intimate parts. He could barely talk as you spoke with Tara, laughing and giggling before you grabbed a die.

“Here, I’ll finish this game, and then we can start body shots again!” You smiled, giggling as you jumped up and down slightly. “Oh, Chad, Ethan! Hey guys!”

He smiled slightly, waving as he walked over. “Hey… Hey, you look so nice.”

You giggle, looking down at your outfit. “I tried! Do you think it pulled together well?”

“Uhm… so, so well,” Ethan smiled as you giggled. “You look amazing.”

“Oh, thank you!” You giggled, shaking your head. “So… wanna do some body shots?”

Ethan blushed as Tara nodded vigorously behind you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Let’s do some shots?”

It wasn’t until it was actually about to happen did Ethan regret wanting to do shots.

There was dice, terrifying dice that you both had to roll to see where you had to take the shot off the other person’s body. Tara had gotten your tits and you had gotten her stomach, so here you were, bending over the ping pong table as Tara lifted her hips and you tilt your head back and you grabbed the shot with your teeth and tilt your head back, easily swallowing the liquor with your hands pushing up.

Everyone cheered as you grabbed the shot glass, pointing at Ethan. “You’re turn, cowboy!”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You laughed as you walked forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the ping pong table and putting both dice in his hand and giggling. “Roll for me?” He swallowed, nodding slightly as you hold his wrist, everyone letting out loud wolf whistles as you tilted your head up at him. “Want me to blow on them for you?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“He wants you to blow on a lot more than that, Y/N!” Anika yelled out, laughing as you giggled.

“Roll ‘em.”

Ethan rolled the dice, unable to see what they landed on before Tara cheered. “Crotch and same as partner!”

You giggled, taking the shots that Tara had given to you. “You’re going to take your first shot of the night.”

He basically gulped as you gave him both shots, laying back against the ping pong table and fixing your skirt. You take the shot, carefully setting the shot on your skirt and lifting your hips with your legs spread. “What are you waiting for?”

Everyone started shouting out ‘Shots!’ as Ethan tried to avoid getting between your legs until you roll your eyes, pulling him between your legs to where the shot was. “Y-You’re sure this is okay?”

“Of course,” you twirl one of his curls around your finger, smiling. “Get to it.”

He’s careful as he looked down, slowly wrapping his lips around the shots before you thrust your hips up and he tilted his head back, swallowing it easily. You giggle as he threw his head back, giggling. “Ethan took the shot!”

Everyone cheered as you sat up, Ethan’s face right in front of yours before you grabbed his ascot like thing. “My turn.”

Ethan quickly switched with you, watching as you got between his legs and patted his thighs. “Can I unzip your pants?”

Everyone whistled again as Ethan nods nervously, watching you unzip his jeans and slide the shot over the bulge of his cock that was slowly getting bigger, even though he hoped you didn't see it. He watched as you hummed, watching as Tara stepped forward and gave Ethan the lime wedge. “Put it in your mouth.”

“Wh-What-?” He basically choked as she stuffed it in his mouth, the rind facing the back of his throat before she poured out some salt on his hip bone.

You giggle as you lean forward and down, your ass up as you licked his hip, taking all of the salt before moving to the shot on his dick, his hips bucking automatically into your mouth making you gag slightly before throwing your head back and swallowing the shot. It wasn’t until you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, taking the lime from his mouth and biting into the flesh before taking it out of your mouth and kissing him firmly.

He can taste the pods of the sour lime and bitter tequila, grains of salt still on your tongue brushing against his as you sit in his lap. His hands go to your waist almost immediately, smiling against your lips as you giggle and laugh against his own.

Someone groaned as your hands “God dammit, get off the table!”

Ethan tried to pull back, eyes open as he was about to pull away and help you get off the table before you pulled him closer, not letting him pull back as you flipped your middle finger up in the direction of the voice. He could hear Chad yell something out as you hummed against his lips, your nose bumping against his as you tilted your head making Ethan laugh slightly, smiling as you pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

“We should go back to my apartment.”

Ethan rushes to nod as you quickly stand up, dragging him off the table and down the hall.

“Fuck yeah! Ethan’s gonna get laid!” Chad.

Ethan blushed madly as you laughed, walking backwards to pull him into the entrance hall and press your back against the wall before flipping you both for Ethan to be pressed against the wall instead. “Are you a virgin?”

He swallowed, his mouth dry as he shook his head, then nodded. A quickie with some random girl where he didn’t cum didn’t count, right?

You laughed, shaking your head as you started to rub against his chiseled abdomen. “Well? What is it, yes or no? If you are, I can make this special and we can go back to my apartment quickly. If not, then you’ve had a quickie, right?”

Ethan nodded his head quickly, swallowing as you rubbed against his crotch area. “Y-Yeah, I have.”

“Do you mind if I suck your dick here?” You asked it as though you were asking to take a lollipop from a doctor’s office, your eyes shining with lust as your nails trail over the v that led down. “A quick blowjob, then we can fuck at my apartment.”

Ethan gasped as someone walked past, but of course, you didn't seem to care as you kissed against the bulge. “D-Don’t you think we should go somewhere more private?”

You paused, looking up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Y-You… Why don’t we go somewhere where no one can see how good you feel?” He tilted his head down at you, a giggle falling from your lips as you stood.

“Okay,” you dragged him farther down the hall into an actually clean bathroom that he didn’t expect to be as clean as it was before you kneeled down on the rug. “So, can I suck your dick now?”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “Y-You’re sure you want to do this?”

“That I want to suck your dick?” You rubbed your nose against the zipper, tilting your head slightly. “Is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah, you can… you can suck m-my dick-” Ethan let out a loud groan as you finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his perfect cock, his length practically dripping with precum and the veins on the underside already bulging. “Fuck, darling, you’re that greedy?”

You hummed as you nodded, wrapping your lips around his tip carefully before your other hand started to push down your exposed stomach and under your skirt. He watched your hand slowly swipe up and down your cunt, rolling your clit between your fingers and pumping his cock at the same time.

He stared at you, groaning as you pumped and gagged on his cock, pulling away to spit on his tip and pump the saliva up to his base. You hummed, staring up at him as you continued to pump his shaft, pulling his cock down your throat and gagging on it. He threw his head back, groaning as he tried to hold back the thrusts of his hips, but for fucks sake your mouth felt so good around his cock and your hand pumping the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your fist as you groaned.

“F-Fuck, cowgirl,” he groaned loudly, head tilted back as you pulled away to giggle, humming as you move your head to the side and lick up the side of his pretty cock. “You suck my cock so perfectly, cowgirl,” he grinned as you pulled away, groaning loudly. He finally noticed your hand as you fingered yourself, hips rutting forward into your hand. “Doing so good.”

You giggled, groaning as you rode your hand and continued to spit on his cock, getting his shaft all wet as you wiped the spit from your chin with the back of your forearm. You hummed as you tilted your head up at him. “Want you to use my mouth,” you whisper, pulling his cock down your throat for a few seconds before gasping as you pull away. “Use my mouth like I’m a little whore, and make cum and spit run down my chin like those pornos, that way I have both of my hands to get off. Fingering myself as you use my throat.”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as you both slowly turned around, Ethan watching as you leaned back against the cabinets and wiped your mouth with your other hand before pushing them both between your legs.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper, shaking your head as you groan loudly, your hands quickening against your cunt. “Fuck my mouth. Please, need you to use my mouth.”

Ethan groaned as you lifted your mouth up to lick carefully against his balls, Ethan taking his cock and softly pumping his length. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum an agreement, sighing as you bumped your nose against his tip. “Want to feel it.”

Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning as you leaned forward, his eyes quickly flickering down to your hands in a place that he couldn’t see, rubbing vigorously as you bob your head up and down his shaft. Your eyes rolled back as you relax your jaw, doing the same to your throat as Ethan reached down and held the sides of your head.

Just like you said, he couldn’t stop himself, using your mouth and thrusting down your throat with a groan. “Come on, cowgirl, you’re doing so good… so so good, cowgirl, your throat is fucking perfect.”

You groaned, nodding around his cock as you continued to rut into your hands, your throat perfect and warm around his shaft as he shallowly thrusted down your throat. He let out a loud groan before someone opened the door, his hand quickly going to close it. “Got dammit, busy!”

You giggled as you wiped your throat, leaving the globs of cum and spit on your chin. “Love my throat that much, don’t you?”

“I love you that much,” he whispers, staring at his bright red cock and your hands quickening once again. “I love you so much.”

Your stomach was tight and twisting, the feeling of a hard orgasm settling in your stomach as you moved one of your hands to rub your clit between your thumb and middle finger. You groaned around his cock, bobbing your head even harder around his cock, his hips rutting faster and rougher. You gagged around his cock, the fingers inside of you thrusting faster as you felt drool and cum run down your chin. To be honest, you didn’t register him cumming the first time, and to be honest, neither did he besides the tightness of his stomach.

It was probably when the person almost walked in, because for fucks sake did that turn him on.

Oh, but his stomach was twisting just like yours, tightening as he groaned, the sight of your eyes crossing as they rolled back and mixed globs of cum and saliva ran down your chin.

You groaned loudly as he thrusted his hips forward, groaning loudly as he cradled the back of your head so it wouldn’t hit the counter as his hips started to stutter. If you could have smiled, you would have, even as he softly stroked your hair and you could taste the hot ropes of his salty cum.

You hummed in pleasure as your stomach finally clenched and you came, your hands pushing around his slightly soft cock, pumping him with your cum covered hands as you kissed his tip before swallowing. It makes him gasp as you stand, wiping your mouth and licking your fingers as he stares at the white dripping down your fishnets. “You wish this was your cum, don’t you cowboy?”

“I do,” he whispers, softly grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “I do… I wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs right now.”

“It can be,” you whisper back, pulling him down for a firm kiss. “There’s a room down the hall no one knows about. We could go there, that way we don’t waste time going to my apartment.”

He smiled slightly, bumping his nose to yours. “How do you know about it then?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “I know because I was able to finish a blunt there without no one interrupting me.”

He shook his head with a laugh as you slowly pushed him back. “Well, lead the way.”

You turned around as you pulled him down the hall, urgently pulling him down for more kisses, desperately wanting his lips on your own. Your lips were still slightly salty as his tongue dragged along your lips, his hands holding your cheeks delicately before you reached up and took his black hat, putting it on your head with a giggle. “Save a horse,”

“Ride a cowboy.”

You both laughed as you kept the hat on, his hands pushing down between your thighs and undoing the zipper down the center all while your hand searched for the doorknob. He laughed as he held your skirt in hand and you finally open the door, his hands doing the same to your top with the zipper in the back and putting it in the same hand together as you quickly got the door open and he pushed you back.

Ethan smiled as he kicked the door closed, kicking off his boots and his jeans before laying back on the bed and watching you slowly crawl above him. “I want to ride you,” you whisper, already pumping his cock as he reaches down and finishes ripping a slit on the fishnet stockings. “Please?”

He groaned as you forced his cock up, the already hard length needing little to no help to stay up straight as you forced yourself up by your knees. “Why are you always asking, cowgirl? For fucks sake, just do what you want to me, I’ll never complain if it’s you.”

You giggle as you finally push his tip into you, throwing your head back with a loud groan. You truly didn’t expect his cock, especially his pretty tip, to be this fucking big. Slowly, you sink down onto his length, watching his face pinch up as he groans loudly and holds your hips tightly.

Ethan let out a loud groan as you started to roll your hips, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you leaned onto his chest for support, leaning down before he shook his head. “W-Wait,” he panted, shaking his head. “Wanna see your tits.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pausing the movements of your hips before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss as you held his face. “You are so a virgin.”

He laughed as his hands moved up your sides, groaning as his hands go from your sides to your poorly covered tits, thumbs swiping over your hard nipples that were poking through one of the holes of the fishnets, his thumb easily pushing inside of the holes before ripping the fabric. You gasped, the sight turning you on more than it should’ve before his hands grope and cup your tits.

The added stimulation made your stomach clench as you desperately alternated between bouncing on his cock to rolling your hips, desperate to hit that perfect spot inside of you. You were whining and letting out broken moans above him, every sporadic, unhinged and unexpected thrusts of his hips making you scream out and fly forward, a groan falling from his lips.

“Come on cowgirl,” he whispers, a grin on his face as his hand swipes over your nipple again. “You’re doing so good, cum on my cock.”

You nodded, mind blurred as you tilted your head back, pushing your hips forward before lifting yourself slightly to feel his cock slide in and out of you.

Ethan groaned loudly as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back and your thrusts got rougher, a scream of his name falling from your lips before your cunt clenched around his cock and you were about to fall forward before he caught you.

He let out a loud moan as he carefully laid you against his chest, rolling his hips into yours to cum and ride out his high inside of you, stroking your back as you pant above him. “You did so good, cowgirl.”

You hummed, nodding into his neck as you softly rubbed up and down his chest, the hat on your head bumping into his nose as he tried to kiss your head. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you cowboy? You gotta see your cowgirl ride you backwards.”

Ethan groaned as you sat back up, fixing the hat on your head as he choked. “Now, what kind of cowboy would I be if I didn’t?”

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Clarisse la rue x edaughter of nyx!fem!reader

⚠️ warning ⚠️: fluff it doesn't make sense tbh short ig

Summary: the reader gets claimed by nyx.

Author note: guys I was trying to re-up the last one I finished but it didn't work so just read this one sorry it's so short

You were completely out of it today everything was just too loud you couldn't find peace every time today was capture the flag and you were tripped by the blue team a you fell straight backwards on your back but luckily clarisse helped you up you smiled at the thought of her you couldn't think of anyone as perfect and brave as her she's a brave a strong fighter in fighting a her beautiful curly hair a her smile you think you'd faint just thinking of her to be honest you can't get her out of your head gosh you thought but then after capture the flag some random bully jokingly pushed you over and laughed walking away a you decided you had enough of people being a bitch towards you the bully that tripped you over you used a cup of a pour it all on his head with your powers passed on from your mother to you a you got up a pushed him over a whispered to him "you know what the stars told me about your sad pathetic life? They told me your gonna die soon" he looked embarrassed what pathetic loser you thought to yourself but little did you know clarisse was watching you but then everyone stared at you in silence but they weren't looking at you they were looking up you kinda felt overwhelmed you looked up clarisse looked up shocked nyx she was one of primordial goddess Zeus was afraid of you ran away from everyone because you felt anxiety under all the pressure of eyes on you and you ran away into the forest.

A few hours later you heard someone try to touch your shoulder and you quickly grabbed them and put both of their hands together behind their back you were shocked by your fast reflexes but you were even more shocked to see clarisse? What was she doing in the forest you asked yourself "quick reflexes night princess." she said to you "yeah, so what are you doing here clarisse?, you must be here to pick on me or something, just go away.." you said in an upsetting tone clarisse sighed "look, princess I'm not here to tease or bully you I just came to you know?.. check in on you it seemed like rough subject you know?.." you stared at her smiling at how cute she sounded "mmm, yeah but I have a better idea do you have time tonight?.." she seemed like she was thinking "yeah I do actually-" you smiled that was enough to cheer you up to be honest "meet me here under this tree tonight okay?." You smiled walking away.

You went under the tree and put a mat under for you two and you sat there stargazing feeling the moonlight hit your soft silk skin and then you heard some running once again it was clarisse she sat next to you smiling "sorry, I'm late princess-" she said "don't worry, about it" you said looking at her she was so pretty her hair in twist it was so beautiful and her smiling the moonlight hit her face in such a beautiful way "hey, y/n so I have something I need to get this off my chest.." you looked at curious a concerned "what happened?, are you okay?.." clarisse said smiling awkwardly "I really like you y/n." You sat there in silence before saying "I actually like you too, clarisse" .

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HI!! i’m finally getting out of my writers block </3 i was so surprised i even wrote this whole chapter. now i know i said this is the last chapter… but maybe not.. who knows. i hope you’ve all been super good as you deserve and i love you all.

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“Bone broth?”

Leon mumbled with a mouth full of food as you looked at him from across the table as he pushed his fork back into the big plate of pasta in front of him.

“I made bone broth and I boiled my noodles, It gives it more flavor.”

You shrug as you take another bite of the food you made, your eyes glancing over Leon’s shoulder to your open window behind him with the wide open view of his house.

“Did they say when they were gonna repair your door?”

It’s been two weeks, not that you mind Leon staying with you but you were curious when the house wasn’t going to be labeled as a crime scene, you weren’t supposed to go into the house but the investigation was so ongoing there were hardly any people there. They didn’t know Leon was staying right across the way, it was a little secret.

He let everyone know he was staying at his friend's house across town, it was super secluded and he swore nobody would find him. Right under their noses he laid in your bed.

The situation between you two was more than complicated, he had all this money so you only had to work one day at the diner a week he says. Being home with him has been weird though, your eyes glancing from your book every so often to see his arm behind his head as he leans on your couch, his eyes fixed on the TV in front of the two of you.

“What?”

You were staring again. The last two weeks Leon claims you have an awful staring problem. You denied it and of course you did, but it was hard to not stare at the man. It took you a while to even look him in the eye, but you slowly got used to his presence, intimidating or not.

“Nothing”

Your finger turns the page to your book as your eyes shift back to the words on the page. Leon leans himself forward, his eyes reading your book over your shoulder.

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It takes everything in him to not press his lips against your shoulder, your glasses resting so perfectly at the tip of your nose and that rose red spreading so perfectly across your cheeks.

It’s been hard staying here with you. When you think he’s asleep and you peek your head into your room, staring at him for a few seconds before walking away. His body is still healing from all his wounds but everytime he comes out to get a glass of water he sees you on the couch, body all curled up on the uncomfortable sofa he can’t help but pick you up, his teeth gritted as he carries you to your bed. You’ve been an angel letting him rest, but he felt guilty for the impure thoughts that invaded his mind.

You were just so perfect to him. Breakfast, Lunch, and dinner, everyday. He tried to just give you your space because he was in so much of it, your house was much smaller than his. He can’t help himself sometimes though.

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one month

Saturday nights specifically he noticed your routine was to do all the laundry and watch a random movie. This Saturday's random movie not playing though, the room silent as you fold at your shirts.

“No movie?”

Your head turns from the white basket to see Leon leaned against the frame of the entryway to the living room. The comfort of your own silence has been better than a movie lately, it’s been better since Leon was living here even if it was temporary. It used to be scary being all alone, the creeks in your floor making your heart race. He made you feel so much safer. It shocks you to look at him though, the change in his behavior was a good thing but it was like putting your foot in cold water. He went from ignoring you to suddenly living in your house.

Leon stared at you for a few seconds before he walked over to your radio on your desk of dying flowers, switching it on to some classical station. His hand reached into the big basket of laundry, his eyes wandering over yours to see how you folded your shirts. Your body shifted towards him, your arms laying the shirt flat in your arms. It’s hard not to laugh showing a grown man how to fold laundry properly, but he caught on quickly.

The radio hummed a soft piano song, usually you didn’t like jazz, not because it was bad but it wasn’t your favorite. Leon finished the last shirt laying it carefully on the stack of neat clothes before he glanced over at you, noticing your eye peering to the side to look at him as well.

“You know how to ballroom dance?”

Of all the things this man has asked you, you never expected this to be a genuine question from him.

“Am I supposed to?”

Leon chuckles softly before he reaches down, his fingertips dragging down your arm and to your hand.

“I’m not very graceful.”

You laugh as your fingers squeeze around his hand, your palms pressing against each other as his other hand lays your arm flat against his shoulder then goes down to your waist.

“Yeah I know, I live with you. Step forward when I step back.”

Is it that easy? Leon took a large step back, your legs moving forward but of course you stumble into Leon, his hands gripping your hip as a whistle pushes past his lips.

“Okay maybe you step back, I’ll step forward.”

Your feet step back, his body pushing forward into you.

It was that easy.

The music skipped song after song, your head laying against Leon’s chest. His heartbeat echoing through your ears. When was he holding you this close, his fingers tracing across your back in small circles.

The radio is silent but you’re still swaying with him, your eyes staring at the wall as you feel his chest rising and falling. Leon’s eyes were closed, his head tilting downward as he takes in a deep breath when his nose pushes into your hair.

“You don’t have to leave, you can stay.”

“I know.”

Leon’s voice is just above a whisper as his eyes open, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

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The energy shouldn’t have been awkward but it was. Because for some reason you and Leon have never once talked about his demeanor towards you. You set Leon’s plate down in front of him before sitting down across from him, rubbing your tired eyes as you take a bite of the eggs you made for you and him. And of course the room is dead silent, your fork scraping against the plate making you cringe a bit.

“When you.. stormed out of here that one time, why did you do that?”

Leon knew you’d eventually ask, it was only a matter of time before you became curious. Leon’s eyes scanned over the chipped wood on your kitchen table before he carefully set his fork down, swallowing the food in his mouth.

A man ridden with his own trauma. Years of even attempting therapy but he threw it down the drain because he knew it wouldn’t help him, how could it? How could somebody understand what he was going through? No normal person has seen what he did, have done the things he’s done.

“Leon..”

Your soft voice snaps him from his thoughts, your hand resting over his shaking one. And for once he felt like he had a choice, this wasn’t his job telling him or forcing him into interrogation rooms, this was just you and him.

“I was scared it was a trap.”

Leon admits as he turns his hand, his thumb grazing over your fingers as his head shakes.

“I’m a grown man, you know? I should be able to handle myself.”

“Sometimes it’s okay to let your guard down.”

You whisper as you squeeze his hand, his head nodding slowly before he brings your palm to his hand, pressing his lips to your soft skin before he grabs his fork, taking another bite of his food.

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three months

Your hands dig into the deep roots of your garden, your eyes fixated on the fact that they seem to have been overly healthy. This is surprising due to the fact that since Leon has been staying here you’re never outside anymore, yet your garden and your flowers were.. perfect. A sigh of defeat leaves your lips as you rest your wrists on your knees while you squat down before your eyebrows frown at the line of.. daisies? You don’t remember planting daisy seeds. You stand up, your feet slowly walking to the big section of white beautiful flowers at the front of your house, right by your porch

They’re beautiful too. Your fingers graze so carefully over the delicate flowers, admiring how soft the petals are as you rub your thumb over them.

“You finally noticed”

Leon’s voice made you jump, your hand pulling away from the flowers and your head turning to see him standing on your porch, but making his way down to where you stood.

“I was shocked you didn’t notice me coming outside so often to plant them, but they just started blooming and I’ve been playing a waiting game.”

The brightest smile spread across your face, your hands clapping together in joy before you grabbed his arm tugging slightly as you squeezed it

“Leon, I haven’t seen grown daisies since I lived in California when I was like… fifteen.”

Leon couldn’t help but smile happily as he watched you admire the flowers, the wind blowing slightly making you pull some hair behind your ears. The sight of you was almost overwhelming, the way your skin glowed and your lips curled into a small smile.

“Thank you.”

Your words made him focus back on you, meeting your eyes once more as he nodded, his hand coming up to fix your messy hair.

“Anything for you.”

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four months

“You didn’t retire, and you’re still being called in for missions, the doctors said your injuries have subsided, you should be happy they’re letting you back Kennedy.”

Leon’s foot tapped against the tile of your kitchen floor as he stared out the window. His handheld at the counter as he let the line fall silent before he hung up, shoving his phone back into his front pocket as he glanced back down the hallway to see you sleeping, your arm hanging off the bed and your hair a mess.

He cleared his throat as he felt his balance shift, he held at the wall but could feel his heart racing so fast. His eyes squeezed shut as he groaned, his palm coming to rest at his chest as he sat himself down on the floor.

He should’ve ran. He should’ve gone home.

He felt fingers brush at his hair, and there you were squatted down beside him. Your words weren’t processing though, he watched your lips move as the sound of your very muffled voice rang through his ears.

You quickly noticed his state though, your thumbs rubbing over his cheeks as you sat down next to him, your arm laying against his back.

Leon’s breathing began to steady as he leaned down resting his head against your chest, his eyes closing as he let out a long breath listening to your heart beat.

You hoped he didn’t notice your heart racing, his hand coming up and rubbing the top of your hand.

“I’m sorry.”

Leon mumbled quietly as his ears finally stopped ringing.

“Never be sorry, not to me.”

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Sundays.

The only day of the week you work.

Leon knows that.

This specific Sunday was overwhelming, all you thought about was going home to see Leon. And for some reason on the way home you hit every single red light. Your stomach was aching too, why was your stomach aching? Your fingers anxiously tapped at the gem steering wheel cover as you pulled into your driveway.

He was asleep already? It’s only nine. You did stay an hour overtime, maybe he got tired. You pushed your key into your door, turning it open and throwing your purse on the small side table.

“So many people wanted decaf coffee today I burnt my palms so bad having to constantly re-brew pots.”

You spoke out as you ran your hands through your hair. You stopped in place, your head tilting towards the living room to see the lights off, and the same with the kitchen.

“Leon?”

You called out as you looked down by the door to see his shoes gone. Your hand twisted at the bathroom door, pushing it open to see the lights off.

Why are your eyes watering?

You walked down your long hallway which for some reason felt much longer than it usually did, you walked into the bedroom seeing the bed perfectly made as you and him left it this morning.

Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you opened all the drawers frantically, all your clothes still perfectly on the left side but all his gone on the right.

Your throat let out an involuntary cry as you pulled open your closet doors to see only your clothes and shoes.

Why?

You hurriedly ran to the kitchen, flipping the light on to look for the spare key to his house but of course it was gone, a small slip of paper lying on the counter.

You wiped at your tears as you reached for it, your eyes scanning over the words.

“Daisy care instructions: Water at the base of the plant, at least once a week, the flowers don’t grow well in soggy soil, ample sunshine of course, and talk to them.”

Your elbows leaned against the counter as you dug your fingertips into your scalp.

How could he just up and leave? How could he not say goodbye.

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“I’m already so late.”

You yelled as you smudge your lipstick on in the bathroom, Leon smiling from the couch at the sound of you running down the hall. He quickly stood, his hand grabbing at your purse as he handed it to you.

“Don’t be late next time”

He chuckled as you stared up at him angrily, your hand squeezing at his forearm. He stopped you from walking forward, his hand resting at your waist before he sighed softly scanning over your face.

“What?”

You ask self-consciously as you reach up to see if there was something on your face. Leon shook his head as he stepped forward, his lips pressing against yours softly. Suddenly it didn’t matter how self conscious you were.

These past six months were proof Leon was your puzzle piece, you needed this man.

He carefully pulled away, his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip to fix your lipstick as he smiled down at you, kissing your forehead as you stepped away from him and out the door.

Watching you leave though was harder for him.

Especially knowing that he had to leave. He knew you’d work extra tonight, making sure to clean the whole house, and write you a quick note.

His hands ran over your favorite shirt, his head turning at the sound of his phone going off.

He was surprised you didn’t notice they gutted his house clean, he was also surprised you never noticed that they were calling him daily.

Maybe this would be good for you, he wasn’t what you needed and you deserved more and he hoped you knew that.

He needed you, but he had trained himself to not care as much. He thought about you getting married to another man, carrying his child, making his dinners. It hurt but that’s what he needed, he needed it to hurt him.

It’s what he deserved.

[aixeko]

/// TD;LR Erise hating on Trailblazer x Kafka [ Includes both genders, idgaf I HATE THEM ALL ] and the random slander against Childe, Aventurine and Ayato

I hate Trailblazer x Kafka with my ENTIRE SOUL. I thought I would hate Kafka and blade more considering he's heavily implied to be gay but nope.

LIKE LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE HER KIDS THEY'RE OUR KIDS. SHE BIRTHED THOSE RACCOONS. Fun fact: I had a raccoon obsession since 2022 and have been referred and symbolised as a raccoon by my friends plus my LOVE for classic music Like they're literally my children and wife 😕😕

"But Kafka called them her destiny" SHUT UP. LOOK CLOSELY. REALLY CLOSELY.

THE GAME SUPPORTS HER BEING A MOTHER FIGURE COUNTLESS TIMES. (It's the middle of the night if I must, I would continue rambling when I'm awake)

I hate the amount of art I see of them and cry inside a little when it's genuinely good art too. Like Himeko is RIGHT THERE. Leave Caelus and Stelle to firefly and march (Dan Heng too ig) omg 😭 call me possessive idc, Kafka deserves better... Himeko the only one and best choice for Kafka right now. This is coming from someone who was loud and proud about being a kafhime hater btw, I'm a changed person now. They're my darlings, I love them both to death. Literally, ahem hime ahem.

I can tolerate it enough but don't ever shove any piece of media regarding Trailblazer x Kafka into my face else I will go on a lost ass essay about the many reasons why they're so... DISTASTEFUL. They even beat my hatred for Childe, Aventurine, and Ayato (Don't come at me, it's just projection, except Ayato.) which is a great feat considering the absolute disgust I feel towards them. <- has toned down lately because of kafblaze, whatever the ship name is

[twopoppies]

I do not want to be that person and it’s paining me to even put this in an ask but you seem like a reasonable person who wouldn’t mock or get angry about it, but there’s been things piling up and I need to vent

If it comes out even with the Euros something is going on between Louis and Krystle I can’t be sure I’d be surprised

does Louis look to the left a lot yes but then when you see Ks posts she’s on the left, (I’ve been to his show I’ve seen this) and when he sings “I love him” he would look up there nervously, the mountain of art about loving someone or wanting their love or an unrequited love (apparently she is separated but it could be about him too because you marry someone their love had been requited at some point) her posting a pic in her IG stories with “beloved” and it was rams skulls and Louis is a Capricorn and few other pics she’s posted lately.

Maybe they suffer from the curse of coincidences.

I understand they’re friends but he’s her employer and she’s always right there.

I know the very small, tiny bit of possible evidence sounds foolish but there is just this vibe there I can’t put my finger on it, if they (Harry and Louis) broke up (I’m not sure they did) I think they would be the reason for it. Maybe they have an arrangement like a lot of people think they do, but with K it’s not a one night thing with a woman, a relationship would be established, definite feelings there let alone he was at her wedding.

If it’s true I think it’s been since just before his Euro tour started or during it, could be the reason H took the pearls off finally and never put them back on or why he shaved his head. More than a few times Louis looked like he was going to cry even on stage and Harry looked miserable and it was more than him stunting at the time.

Or it could be very recently who knows

When I said I don’t want to think this and I do think they could be together I meant it, but with them everything seems to have two possibilities

Love, you seem like you’re really serious about this question, and I can’t help but think you’ve got to be a newer fan because literally no one except handful of teenagers who wanted Elounor to be real, has ever thought Louis was anything but gay until maybe the last year or two that he’s been pushing this ridiculous image.

As for Harry’s pearls, fans made up the idea that they represented something about Larry. There was nothing to indicate that other than the supposed number of pearls correlating with the supposed number of years the two of them have been together. I don’t see how him changing that piece of jewelry means anything.

It sounds like you’re linking together all sorts is really random things. I don’t recall Harry looking miserable recently, nor Louis looking like he was going to cry. And I’m sorry but there are so many reasons Harry could have shaved his hair… Louis breaking up with him to date Krystle is so far down the list it’s not even on the list.

Whether or not Harry and Louis broke up, I’m sorry but I can’t in a million years ever believe it’s because of a woman. I’m not mocking you at all, but there’s literally nothing about Louis’ behavior, his signaling, his songs, etc. that have ever given me the impression that he’s interested in women. All of this stuff about Krystle seems so nonsensical to me, I don’t think you’ll find a single fan who’s been here since before 2019/2020 who would buy into it.

[dumplingsfordays]

modern au - roommate hcs !

ft. Kazuha, Scara, Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, Albedo

I'm backk~

I haven't wrote in a little bit so I'm sorry 😭

Anyways this is a random idea I had, idk how well my thoughts are gonna translate into words but we'll see ig

Also idk if you need a warning for this but Diluc's has a mention of man titties so... do what you want with that ig

Reader's gender not specified, and this is not proofread!! Apologies for any mistakes, feel free to message me and I'll fix them :)

Image credit!

But as always, thank you for reading <3

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kazuha

- omg this man 😭😭 he is (imo) the best roommate you could ever have.

- he'd probably be super nice when you two first meet and stay that way!!

- he wakes up at a fairly good time too, and if he knows that you're sleeping, he'll try to be as quiet as possible.

- he does his share (and often a little more, if he has time) of the chores consistently.

- kazuha even follows a schedule on when to do certain stuff - he writes it down in a calendar in the kitchen

- he does like to cook when he has some free time, and they don't always turn out amazing but the smell will have your mouth watering.

- his room is super neat!! It's very aesthetic and a little minimalistic, but not overwhelmingly so.

- and it's always clean!!!!!

- he mostly hangs around either in his room or the living room on a couch. Sometimes he'll come into your room, but he always knocks!

- he respects your privacy too 😍 this man is a treasure, treat him well

- he doesn't mind hanging out with you!! If you're into makeup, he actually likes to go makeup shopping with you and just chill while you pick out some stuff :)

- everyone thinks you're partners when you guys hang out, but kazuha doesn't seem to mind 🤭

scara (sorry it's a bit short, never rlly written anything abt him before 😭😭)

- he's a little turd but you still like him, and he gets confused because why haven't you moved out yet????

- he probably spends like 80% of his time away from the house (apartment? wherever you guys live basically), but he still manages to do his chores on time

- HIS EYELINER SKILLS. IK THIS IS A LITTLE IRRELEVANT BUT THEYRE SO GOOD OMFG

- anyways, he really likes watching movies super late at night, so when you join him 20 minutes in with popcorn, it's sort of a bonding time for you two

- he doesn't cook, so he orders takeout a lot... and what really surprised you is that after a week or so of living together, he started to order for both of you because "you were whiny that I didn't get you anything"

- (he actually does it bc he's trying to say thanks for putting up with him :))

- he goes to bed super late and wakes up super late. You have to deal with this by not making ANY noise when you do stuff in the morning or he will be very grumpy for like 2 days (you learned this the hard way 😭)

- on days when he's friendlier, he'll bring you stuff like plushies when he gets back. He'll say that Yae or Yoimiya asked him to give these to you, but you doubt that those two gave you twelve stuffed animals in the span of a month.

xiao (another short one 😭 just like his height)

- I mean... He's okay?? He just sits in his room a lot and I headcanon that he's kinda sorta a gamer so

- he doesn't mind doing chores for you if you can't, but he'll do them a little late because he's like that

- this man SIMPS for Chinese food, like I'm not joking. He doesn't know how to make it, but before moving in w you he searched up Chinese restaurants and that's one of the reasons he moved in lmao

- you guys don't really see much of each other a lot... but you always, always go on grocery trips together. Why? Because he seems to consistently forget the shopping list that you wrote down for him at home, on the kitchen counter, and if you go shopping for him, he complains that you didnt get the things he asked for (but he doesn't write you lists 👀)

- he does have his sweet moments too. If you play videogames, he'll play with you if it's multiplayer. If it's not - no worries, you'll both play it, sitting side-by-side.

- if you're not into videogames though, he does like learning stuff, especially from you. He thinks that you're a good teacher, and even if it's you teaching him how to make coffee (because he doesn't know and wants to learn), he'll keep persevering through it just for you.

- oh boy. Room time.

- his room isn't that bad, if you can look past the giant pile of Monster cans in a trashcan below his desk. It's often dark, with the blinds down, and if you're walking down the hallway, there's a 90% chance that you'll see green led lights shining through the gap beneath his door.

- speaking of his door, it's covered in those signs that say stuff like 'warning! no stupid people beyond this point' or 'dont touch me until I've had my morning Monster'. If you couldn't tell yet, he's obsessed with Monster.

- he streams on twitch, and he's pretty popular, so you'll hear screams of disappointment coming from his room quite often.

- but one sight that you'll never forget is when you went to bring him apple slices (did I mention that he likes apples??), you opened the door to him standing in front of his monitor in a maid dress 😭. According to him, this was a dare that his viewers had him do, and that you better not mention this to anyone!!

- he was so red when he was explaining it though 🤭🤭 you, being the kind soul that you are, swore on your heart to keep it a secret :)

zhongli

- omfg you KNOW this man likes having meals with you. That's such a random thought but hear me out.

- when you eat, he eats with you at the table. Even if you made something only for yourself, he'll whip something up for him and eat with you.

- ANYways he likes to save money so much that his room only consists of a mattress on the floor, a coffee table for a desk, a beanbag in the corner, and a bookshelf that is practically overflowing with books. You take pity on him, of course, and buy him another bookshelf, which he now treasures :)

- probably has a lot of plants around the house/apartment, and he takes care of them as if they were his children. There isn't a day when there isn't a bouquet of flowers sitting on the dinner table.

- if you're allergic to pollen, though, he'll make sure to buy plants, not flowers, like China Dolls or aloe vera or cactuses, whichever you like best 🤭

- he LOVES reading!! Whenever you come downstairs, you'll see him reading, and if you're interested, he'll recommend it or books like it. He does wear reading glasses and he looks really hot in them but don't tell him I said that

- he probably takes forty-minute showers, and the shower is chock-full of hair products. 2-in-1 shampoo?? Zhongli's never heard of it. He may be (nearly) broke, but he takes care of his hair.

- tbh I think he likes to bake bread. Idk if COVID is a thing in the modern au, but if it is, then he was probably one of the people that searched up 'how to make banana/sourdough bread' and fell in love with making it...

- I like to think that he has a nice and neat schedule for each day, and his sleep schedule specifically is so freakin amazing. He goes to sleep at around 9-10, and wakes up at 6am sharp 😭

diluc

- he also likes tea before bed (and any other time of day really). He loves the different scents of the tea and it calms him a lot, so be prepared for a ton of afternoon tea parties with him :D

- ok so we know that Diluc is super rich and stuff but let's just pretend that he roomed w you to save money-

- he works out. A lot. Usually in the morning and around 8pm, and he always goes to this super fancy private gym or whatever.

- and he KNOWS that you go 'ooga booga man titties' mode whenever you see his chest so that bastard is almost always shirtless

- "Diluc why are u shirtless??" "It's hot in here" "...it's like 65 degrees. How tf are you hot"

- no but he's nice though, don't get me wrong. He'll help you do stuff around the house that you can't and he always seems to be there to help. Can't reach something? Diluc's there. Can't open something because it's too heavy? Diluc's got you.

- he'll do chores, just not very well. Can't do the dishes manually at ALL, and if you do have a dishwasher (which he buys on the third day if you don't), he will fall to his knees and thank the gods.

- he has a 10-step skincare routine. His skin is flawless and you are a little jealous, but if you really want to use some of his products, he won't mind :)

- he can cook (but not desserts/pastries lmao). He's super good with the grill, if you want grilled meat or fish or veggies or anything, really. But if you don't want it grilled, he's just as happy to make it using another method!!

- super good at board games, he's especially amazing at monopoly. Nobody can beat him, and he's proud of it >:)

- you've never been in his room for some reason, but you expect that it's very modern and monochrome, with hints of red (obvi).

- he usually has kinda red eyes in the morning, though, and when you asked about it he said that he likes going for night drives, but you were a little suspicious

- you stayed awake one night and you could hear him exit, but no car noises 🤔 you still wonder on what's he's doing so late almost every single night...

- also speaking about cars, the neighbors are always shocked that there's a lamborghini parked outside of your residence (house, apt building, what have you) lmao

- they're always like "do you have a rich bf?? Who is he??" and you're like "nah he's just my roommate :D"

albedo

- this man!!! He's so big brain!!!

- he'll definitely help you with studying for literally anything. Computer science? He got you covered. Bio? Sign him up. Hell, even art? He's super good at it so he won't mind teaching you!

- but when I tell you that he consumes a lot of coffee, it's a LOT. Like 4-5 cups a day. You wonder how, and even if, he sleeps.

- he makes really good coffee too! He bought one of those super cool ones and the coffee he makes is legendary. No wonder he drinks it so often!!

- he barely eats simply because he has so much work, and you essentially have to force him to come downstairs. You make him eat lunch and dinner, and occasionally breakfast if he can. He's super grateful for it, because he sometimes doesn't realize his hunger until he sits down at the table and his stomach growls like a bear-

- he loves classical music, especially Debussy, and it's always playing in his room. You started warming up to it, actually, and now whenever you hear Debussy, you think of Albedo.

- speaking of his room, it's... kinda messy, actually. Think paper and pencils and eraser shavings everywhere. He does clean it up like two times a month, but the papers always reappear within a couple days.

- he really likes art, and he'll hang some of his faves around the house/apartment :) it honestly makes the whole space feel cozier

- does his chores VERY last-minute, but he feels bad about it. You always tell him that it's nothing to worry about, that he still does them, but he insists on trying his best to do them earlier, which you appreciate :D

- he actually uses you as an art reference sometimes, only if you're free for an hour though. He doesn't like paying for models to come in and pose so he saves money by asking you... or at least that's what he says 👀

- your main bonding time is when you go in his room (or vice-versa) and just chill. He likes your company more than he'd like to admit, and you sometimes catch him staring at you from across the room when you're laying on his barely-used bed.

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note : sorry if some characters are a little ooc 😭😭 I'm not too good at writing Diluc n Scara so... OH ALSO I would've included Ayato too but I feel like hes not really the type of person to room w someone (well bc he would def flaunt his wealth by buying a private mansion or smth)

[eldrith]

I really though you were joking about someone living in your walls omg wtf happened

babe im so serious i couldn’t make something like this up — im giving you the very short version but its still sooo long so im sorry. **DONT STEAL MY REAL LIFE STORY BC IM GONNA WRITE ABOUT IT ONE DAY i swear

ok so when i was in college me & my roommates lived in a unit in an old schoolhouse; our unit had an extra storage closet accessible from outside on our porch, and a walled doorway inside the unit across from my room— this was a shed that was used as storage (apparently) by the owners, and the only people with keys were the two owners and the property manager. & there were only 3 units in the building, so all of us were super close w our neighbors.

i moved in late bc id just moved back from france; while i was away my roommates would mention ‘the fedora man’ — a nickname they’d given a man who’d shown up and begun cooking blue chemicals (😀) in our front yard w/ a gas mask on at night. (he wore fedoras a lot)

once my roommate asked what he was doing/why he was there & he just said 'im doing science' ... and the man creeped him out so much he just went back inside & called the cops.

we saw him all the time when we went to the porch for a smoke, probably once or twice a week at first. it was a joke with me & my roommates, mostly to cope with the fact that cops are lazy pigs who can't do thier jobs. & we called the cops each time — but he would always disappear right after we called them. we never saw where he went.

after i moved back i would hear thuds, coughs, etc from one wall of my room; it was a bit odd bc we were the end unit and i usually heard the boys talking in the other unit on the other side pretty clearly. i thought it was just echoes (should have been a larger red flag)

basically skip 5 months of this, & one day our fridge breaks; so we’re shoving all our stuff into a cooler on the porch — it's cold and there's enough snow to keep it like a freezer temp — this fucking man walks up to us, says ‘good evening’, and unlocks the closet/shed on our porch. the one that's only for manager/owner.

it wasn’t our property manager or owner but some random guy who came back out of the shed with a gas mask, hot plate, and more blue chemicals — and we realize it's fedora man. and he's storing his chemical stuff in OUR SHED.

so we FREAK out & call the cops. by the time they’re there, the guy is GONE & the shed is locked ; cops (as usual) do nothing but case the area. it was late, probably around 12am, so we called our property manager and he said he'd send some cleaners in the morning to get his stuff out.

BUT — that morning i hear yelling outside my window (im the only one with a room upstairs, the other rooms are in the basement) and it turns out the shed's lock wasn't working with the property owner's key at all. the locks were comletely changed, and only locked from the inside.

but the fedora man had come out of the shed when the cleaners were trying to get in.

then there's a knock at our door & the cleaning lady asks "how long has he lived here?" and i was like 'no he's only storing things there, he's not a tenant' and she was like "you need to look at this then"

... the shed was open & he had fled — there was an entire living space he'd created for himself. a bed (with my stolen ikea sheets but we move ig), a flat-screen, a hot plate, a mirror, a shower caddy (this was the scariest; he had no access to running water except within our apartment.), a rack of clothes, and the walls were covered in scribbled art. he'd stolen my hello fresh boxes, there was the bag of food id lost from the back of my car the week before, and his blue chemicals & gas mask were sitting right at the front.

basically tldr ; he'd figured out that me and all my roommates were students and worked at the same restaurant every night except mondays — so he'd called a locksmith to REPLACE THE LOCK to lock from inside the shed, gotten access to it and our unit, and waited until we weren't home to move about & do his thing. then cooked the chemicals in our yard while we were there.

the reason he was always able to hide and disappear so well: we discovered he could hear every single thing we said on the main floor of our apartment through the shed walls. he knew when we called the cops and heard everything we told them & each other. he knew our schedules, stole from us, used our electricity & power. he even insulated the shed himself to keep from freezing during the cold months.

the cops are pretty sure he was a master's student at the university who did not want to pay the insanely high rent in my town so he just... lived in my wall.

& they never caught him after he fled LOL.

[whiskeythefishski]

hi i am very curious about everyone’s roommate situations in ur college au and honestly just any other cool n random bits of info you have bc im so excited for it lol

i actually finally watched Nerdy Prudes Must Die(its been in my ‘watch later’ playlist on youtube) because of this au!! im personally craving more spommy content in general but im also a sucker for like college/highschool aus bc im currently that age and ig its something i can actually imagine/understand 😁😁

Omg hello! I'm so, SO glad to hear that you're enjoying this story so much! It's easily the most self indulgent thing I've ever written, so the fact that other people are resonating with it means a lot! Also - congrats on finishing NPMD! I loved it so much (if you couldn't tell, haha), I hope you did too! And don't worry - this AU has plenty of Spommy moments coming up! :D

Roommate situations:

Trevor has a roommate, but they aren't a character in the story so I haven't thought about who they are too much. They share a traditional college double. Trevor has the top bunk. He just transferred in for the spring semester, so he hasn't made many friends yet.

Arasha, Angela, and Chanse have a little college apartment with a common room and a shared bathroom. Arasha and Angela share a room and Chanse has his own.

Erin and Heidi share a double.

Spencer and Alex Tran share a double. Tommy and Kiana both have singles in the same hallway/floor as Spencer and Alex.

Kimmy and Jackie live together off-campus. They rent a small 2-bedroom house cheaply from Kimmy's aunt.

All of the seniors in the story - Shayne, Courtney, Damien, Olivia, and Keith - share a college apartment with a common room and a full kitchen. Shayne and Damien share a room, Court and Olivia share a room, and Keith has his own room.

Amanda and Sarah weren't roommates when they were in school, but they were friends and probably had a lot of sleepovers.

And finally, when Ian and Anthony were in school, they were roommates all four years! (oh my god, they were roommates)

Other tidbits:

Before he transferred, Trev did a year at a culinary school. He also went to a high school that offered a culinary program.

Trevor is shown on his phone a lot in this AU because he's texting his friends from his old school. One of them is Josh (as in Mythical Chef Josh), who was childhood friends with Shayne. Josh asked Shayne to look out for Trevor, and Shayne is happy to do so!

Arasha skipped a grade in elementary school, so even though she's a sophomore, she's about Trevor's age.

On the other hand, Spencer and Damien both took a gap year, so they're a little older than their counterparts in the same year.

Chanse, Angela, and Arasha have weekly wine and movie nights, where each of them brings a bottle of wine to try and they pick a show or movie to watch in their PJs.

Kimmy and Jackie have parties fairly frequently, probably about once a month. I think nearly everyone in the cast has probably spent the night there at least once.

Spencer is one of the only ones with a car on campus, so he often finds himself carting his friends to the grocery store, pharmacy, etc. Sometimes he and Tommy go on late night drives when Tommy's feeling overwhelmed.

That's all I've got for now! In the next few chapters there will be POVs from more cast members, so we'll get to see into their heads a little more :) I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for the ask! :D

[salbei-141]

Southern asshole (Commander Phillip Graves x Reader)

Masterlist

word count: 1.9k

warnings: 18+, angst, mild fluff if we're looking closely ig...it ain't long lasting that's for sure, violence as usual, etc.

a/n: just look at him, he's so baby girl.

I hope you enjoy my loves

:)

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You stood still, adrenaline piercing every nerve in your body until you were numb. Everything in your head screamed at you to run as the chaos ensued. Ghost had disappeared, and Soap was on the run as several Shadow members attempted to go after him, and Alejandro was cuffed in the back of one of their vehicles. Despite all this, you stood your ground - not because you were being 'brave', it was probably one of the most mindless decisions you've made during your military career. You just couldn't believe what was happening though.

You and Phillip had been working closely together and not once had you thought he'd do this to your team, especially to you. Since the mission had begun, the relationship between you and Phillip had grown rapidly - you weren't exactly just friends, but you weren't lovers either. You'd spent countless hours late at night telling Phillip about your childhood, and how it led you to the military as he held you in his arms - he too had opened up about his past, but you weren't sure if he had been telling you the truth about anything now, you felt so utterly deceived that you felt nothing was real about him - instead there was a new man before you now.

Before you could continue processing things in your head, a random Shadow member shoved you roughly against the car next to you - you were convinced you were going to receive a few bruises from that. You felt a jolt of anger coursing through your veins and resisted the Shadow member as he tried to cuff you.

"Shadow, stand down." there's the bastard's voice ringing from behind you.

Feeling the pressure removed from behind you, you turned and whipped around, coming face to face with Phillip. You stared him down and noticed the way his eyes twitched - nerves you thought. Watching as he took a silent step towards you, you pushed further back into the car, feeling like prey, being stalked and played with.

"You gonna give me your hands sweetheart, or are we gonna have trouble?" you couldn't figure out the look in his eyes, but there was an edge to him that's for sure. Holding your hands out to him, you let him cuff you and drag you into the back of a car - you had no chance against him with his team of Shadows surrounding the both of you.

The drive to Alejandro's base was tense - no one spoke a word, and you were doing your utmost best to keep your mouth shut, despite the string of curses you wanted to slew his way. You kept your eyes on the outside of the window, watching mindlessly as you passed rocks and plants along the roads. Eventually, you came up to Alejandro's base and the pit in your stomach deepened - your team wasn't here this time to help you - they were in trouble too, and you had been stupid enough to freeze in that moment.

Coming to a halt, you noticed that the vehicle Alejandro had been in went down a different turning. "Where the fuck are you taking Alejandro, Graves?" you spat his name out through gritted teeth - you were beyond pissed, and the use of his last name only proved that to him, you'd always call him by his name.

"That doesn't concern you right now, so I suggest you stay quiet - you were doin' so well darlin'." He glared at you in the rearview mirror, he wasn't letting up anytime soon.

"Like hell, it doesn't concern me! Tell me where in the fu-" You couldn't get the sentence out before he had to cut in again.

He turned around, making direct eye contact with you - it was haunting, "Don't you even dare go there with me y/l/n. What did I just say to you, huh? Use that brain of yours before you get yourself hurt." His voice didn't waver once, and you could honestly admit that you were scared of Phillip - you never thought you'd be in this position with him of all people. You cared for him...a lot and this was not the way you anticipated things to go.

The threatening tone had you on edge, so you decided to obey like the bitch he was making you - you felt so small, it was actually embarrassing, but more painful than anything that he was treating you like this. You watched as he exited the car and came to your door, pulling it open and dragging you out by your cuffed hands.

"I'm sorry." it was a brief whisper as he got close enough to your ear as he shut the door of the car behind you. Looking back up at his face though, there wasn't a single change to his expression - he still looked like the southern asshole he was. Was he still playing with you? You couldn't tell, but you had every reason to believe he was.

Pulling you alongside him, you blanked as he shouted commands at his surrounding Shadows while he dragged you into the compound. Before you knew it, you were in an office - just you and Graves. Your heart had sped up seeing the reality of the situation - you didn't really know him after today, and all you could assume was that there was every chance you weren't walking back out of that room.

Watching as he shut and locked the door, he strode towards the desk in the middle of the room and sat atop of it, staring you down. You were frozen in place yet again - what were you supposed to do? His head moved, he hung it low, taking in a deep breath.

"I didn't mean for this." he continued to hang his head low - he couldn't even make eye contact with you. Was this his attempt at an apology? You could feel the fury overwhelming your senses, you could laugh at him right now in all honesty - this was pathetic.

"What? Is this your half-assed apology for being a fucking rat this whole time? You had me all docile for you - at your side whenever the fuck you called my name, I didn't once think twice about you Phillip...not once. But now, I don't even know you - what was true and what wasn't Phillip?" You hadn't even realised the tears that were streaming down your face as you'd been berating him - you were in pain, you hadn't expected him to hurt you like this, you thought he had cared. 

Before he could respond, you held your arms out to him, "And take these fucking cuffs off of me, I'm not the animal here." you glared at him, waiting for him to come closer and remove the restraints, but he didn't move.

"You ain't gonna hit me?" he was genuinely asking you, and you couldn't believe it. He had no reason to be scared right now, he had the power here.

"As tempting as it is, no I won't. I'd have done it by now too - cuffs or not."

He moved from where he was and gently took your wrists into his hands - this was the Phillip you were used to, he was gentle with you. The soft caress of his hand atop your wrists as he unlocked the cuffs had you calming down again - he held an unspeakable amount of power over your emotions.

You both remained silent, staying within close proximity of each other. Before you could even register any movement, his hand had come up to your face, delicately wiping away the tears that were still slowly cascading down your reddened cheeks. Whipping your head to the side, he dropped his hand back to his side - you weren't going to let him think things were okay.

"Don't do that." he was pleading with you now, he thought you'd be more understanding, and let him explain himself.

"Why Phillip? I'd rather you hadn't spent months deceiving me, to just betray the entire team, but here we are." you sent another glare in his direction.

"You think I had any choice in this y/n? Shepherd controls me, I had no fucking choice in this darlin'."

You gave him a confused look, "What? Of course you had a choice, Phillip, it's not hard to not commit whatever the fuck is going on. You and Shepherd are a team Phillip, don't act like you're innocent." you felt your fists balling up in anger, why was he acting like he wasn't at fault.

He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes - he knew he shouldn't admit this, but it was his last saving grace. His chest was straining seeing how much he'd hurt you - would he ever come back from this?

"I never had a choice darlin'. I fucking love you y/n, and Shepherd knew you were my weakness - everybody fucking knew. He was ready to remove you one way or another if I didn't agree to this. I did this for you! What can't you understand about that? I-...I'm sorry." you were stunned into silence. His face was ridden with guilt and exhaustion - he'd known about this for weeks, and he had no way of telling you.

You broke eye contact seeing the desperation in his eyes for forgiveness - you couldn't give that to him, your team always came first. Still though, your heart pumped painfully hearing that he loved you - you loved him too, you really did, but there was no way he was coming back from this. Your heart ached for him, thinking of what Shepherd must've said to him for him to have gone this far - and for how far he was yet to go.

You raised a tentative hand to his face, placing it on the underside of his jaw, stroking it softly, "I...I don't know what you want me to say, Phillip. Of course, I love you too, but I can't actually do so. You made this decision Phillip, and I'm sorry Shepherd backed you into a corner, but there's not much you can do now apart from try and save yourself from this mess." you wanted to forget it all, you really did. You wanted the picture-perfect life with him, but not after this. You'd prefer he'd let you die than have your team being hunted by the bloodhounds of the night.

You heard a knock at the door, and with a final stroke of his cheek, and sorrowful looks exchanged between you both, he went to unlock and answer the door. Whispers were shared between Phillip and one of his Shadows - it sounded rushed, and they were worried, which you liked. You were hoping Soap and Ghost were safe - you don't know how you'd cope if something had happened to them, knowing you were at the centre of Grave's motives for carrying this betrayal out.

Grabbing you roughly by the arm again, Phillip cuffed you again and bending down to your ear he whispered a final sorry, discreetly pressing a soft kiss to your ear as he did so, before the Shadow member took you to somewhere more secure. You felt your heart shatter all over again - that was possibly one of the last times you'd see Graves and you let yourself silently cry, mourning the loss of the shell of a man you loved. That was your goodbye, and you couldn't think of a worse way of saying goodbye to someone - you didn't even get to say your last words to each other. All you could do was pray for your team, and bring hell to Shepherd when they inevitably took back Alejandro's base.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

So what are your personal thoughts on Yilidth (if you haven't already answered). I hadn't read the comics in a while but I don't think they ever said anything about him being related to Duman, though considering his eye and hair colour I guess it was probably implied. How do you think he created him? Like did he just use magic or did he had a one night stand and then years later, a basket with baby Duman just appeared with a letter telling him he's the dad, and he's like "Oh, f*#k".

I actually made an au where the wizards had joined Yilidth's wizard cult as novices and one task that he made them do was babysit Duman. Imagine the chaos😂

I think I have given my thoughts on him before, but that was both a while ago and I didn't appreciate him as much as I do now, which you can tell 💀💀 very angry very rambly stuff over there- So let me give some more/updated thoughts!!

Him being underused and shoehorned is still very true, unfortunately. He could've been a super handy tool to give us more information about the whole Terrestrial conflict, since that was an interesting part of canon that might have benefitted from a bit more exploration, even if it was a bit late. But then he just. Wasn't?? He was announced, he came, he died?????? And that was the first and last we saw of him. Honestly deranged boooo yucky.

He never even got to interact with the wizards again- You could literally say he was just some random criminal that had been locked away and almost nothing would change, and that's really his main problem. Aside from his design. I mean, love a blank canvas to throw a bunch of takes at, but come on!!!!!

Him and Duman's relation was never really mentioned either, I don't think? Beyond the "He was the leader of the fairy hunters!" there's really um. Nothing. Like in general. Ask canon Yllidith their names and he'll give you a blank stare fgbhbn- Tbh I'm surprised Duman's even in the lil flashback thingy at all ngl

Now, can we call any sort of relation implied? Are we gonna give them that much credit? Well idk! I'm just personally a fan of it so I just kinda. Squinted real hard. Matching eye colour? Mhm. Hair colour? Sure kinda. Yllidith having illusion magic and Duman being a shapeshifter? Yep that lines up enough for me, that does it, they're related now. Some people see the vision, others might not- I've spoken to plenty of people who aren't a fan of the take and that's a-okay, just know that I very much am 👉👈

This is a. Surprisingly consistent thing for me too?? Like yeah there's a case of "it depends on what I'm doing", there usually is- But not to a large extent ig? The method varies, but in a lot of stuff I'm doing now there's definitely a relation in one way or another.

Usually Duman is more or less made from scratch, a magic'd up baby, if you will. Though the process did include Yllidith's blood, so you have enough wiggle room to still say there's a blood relation. (Duman wouldn't.) (Yllidith only does when it's convenient.) But I've been getting the urge to explore a more normal approach where he was just regularly born lately, so maybe I'll get to that at some point too.

And!! If you ever feel like sharing more of that AU in any way, please do, because it sounds absolutely DELIGHTFUL. Imagine them thinking it's gonna be an easy enough task, and they wonder why nobody else wants to do it, then little Duman starts shapeshifting into horrors beyond mortal comprehension. Bye, I'm obsessed.

[scorpius-major]

#and they were roommates

Ft: Tighnari, ayato, scaramouche, and gn!reader

Modern Au!

In which they are your roommate and hijinks ensue gn!reader but like hints to perfume and “girly” things ig. Also mentions of a concussion and the reader getting whacked with a chair.

Tighnari

The plant mom roommate

Tighnari is THE plant roommate. Everywhere you look there’s just a potted plant. You’ll see the most exotic plants too. AND HES SO CALM ABOUT IT. like he keeps his one endangered plant in the house and you’re just like “isnt that endangered?” He pauses, mumbles “yes” and leaves the room. He takes hella good care of them tho. Nari ALWAYS uses fresh herbs and spices when he cooks. He saw store bought spices in the cabinet and literally threw them OUT THE WINDOW. Rachel Ray who? Bro got a mortar and pestle and cracks fresh pepper. But the apartment always be smelling HEAVENLY. All that basil and mint be workin wonders for air. HES SO NEAT TOO. like bro is always tidying up when he has free time. He’s also very passive when it comes to you cleaning. “Hmmm when’s the last time you tidied your room?” Nari also helps you with with anything! Work projects or uni work he’s down to do anything with you. Even if you’re not in a relationship, he’s very domestic and cuddly! Whenever you both have free time expect late nights in and movie nights! But he’s a great roommate 9/10

Ayato

The “you’re rich why the hell do you need a roommate” roommate

There’s legit no reason why this man needs a roommate. He’s rich. Sometimes you secretly think it’s because he’s a little lonely, but he always denies it. Sometimes you don’t see him around the house. Oh yeah and it’s supposed to be an “apartment” but it’s the size of a middle class townhome. He’ll always say he’s going to “clean the apartment” SIR THAT HOUSE IS PROBABY WORTH MORE THAN MY LIFE. But the house is fr ALWAYS tidy. He will not allow the house to be messy at ALL. Unlike Nari, ayato is not passive at all. He will legit just say “go clean your room now”. Like he’s your mom. And you clean it, because he’s lowkey scary. Not even to mention the fact that the entire house is decked out with designer furniture. Gucci throw pillows, and blankets that probably costs an entire college tuition. But he always spoils you! Looked at a perfume for more than two seconds? Bam it’s on your bed the next morning. Said how you were gonna buy a watch? Well now you have a Rolex. Ayato is another one who likes to cook, but he just doesn’t have much time for it. Although whenever you eat out expect high end restaurants. He says “dw, just dress casually” AND HE SHOWS UP IN A SUIT. so you’re just sitting there in like the most upscale establishment in jeans and a tshirt. Another great roommate 8.5/10

Scaramouche

the “wait I have a roommate?” roommate

Honestly neither one of y’all knew the other existed. For like the first 6 months you thought you were living alone. He did too. It wasnt until he caught you making pudding in the kitchen at 3am. It was a pretty awkward situation tbh. Like imagine your minding your own damn business in the kitchen whippin up some delicious ass pudding and this random 5’3 dude comes downstairs. Tbh I’d panic too. Y’all fr never met before. The landlord was like pretty brief and said “oh yeah btw you have a roommate” and legit that was it. So you’re bout to put the pudding in the fridge and BRO JUST HITS YOU WITH A CHAIR. FULL FORCE ON SOME WWE SHIT. you probably had a concussion but you were more concerned about why there’s a dude with a bowl cut standing in your kitchen. in the midst of all the chaos somebody ends up saying “who tf are you???” And by grace you both say “I live here who tf are you??” At the exact same time. Then you’re both just stand there like🧍🏾‍♀️🤨. Or well he’s standing and you’re sitting bc you fell over from the chair. You both clear some stuff up. The both of you make a collective decision to blame everything on the landlord. You had a roommate for 6 months and didn’t know? The fuckin landlord man. You spilled the delectable pudding on the floor? It’s that damn landlord again. This bohemian rhapsody mf wanna start talkin shit so you bring up his relationship with his mother and he starts crying? ITS THE GOD FORSAKEN LANDLORD AGAIN. You two got this like rivalry going on. On small stuff too. Who can eat their bowl of fruit loops faster. He beats your ass in Mario kart? He will not shut up about it for the next year. You beat his ass in super smash bros? You hold it against him for the next 2 years. He’s surprisingly very neat too. I feel like he can’t cook for shit tho LMAO. Bro probably burnt tf outta pasta and never cooked it again. He leaves all the cooking to you and Uber eats. 7/10 roommate.

[melitheduck]

I don't feel like sleeping

So here's some late night thoughts!!

Yeahhh my dad did NOT like me as much as I liked him hmmmm...

Ah, why did I do that???

I totally just trauma dumped on my teacher for the writing portfolio... feel kinda bad.. but also not at the same time? I don't know what to feel about her as a teacher just yet

She never gets my name right... I mean, neither does my chem teach... and my math teach... but my math teach is cool! She gets a pass cause she does try. My Chem I just gave up on him, not because of him, but because I'm too tired. It's 7th period, it's chemistry, and I just want to go home. So he can call me whatever mispronounciayion ig???? My lit teach just like can't accept that my name is pronounced this way????? Huh... though she did say sorry? I think?

Oh, yeah, that was full blown just like really sad stuff I wrote.

But like it is supposed to be on my life and what events impacted me the most and the people of my life and why they're the most important to me. So like!! The lore is vital! It fits the conditions!

Ehhhhhh

Though I do wish I changed some parts... like the one I wrote about my name and the proper pronunciation of it and the history behind it... if I just put that chunk in... maybe she'd learn how to finally get my name right. I should probably just tell her, but I don't have much of a good moment to.

Oh and now my lit classmates that are not so lit are calling me by the wrong name too. Unfortunate, but I'll have to bear with that

I like my blanket :)

Ohhh! I have a Chem test on Monday. Dang...

AND a math performance essay!! Dang! I am NOT prepared

Ehe, time to cram when I wake up♡♡♡

That is, if I go to sleep after♡

I really like my blanket :) it's so nice

Dude I gotta read a book, I wanna make connections from books to life to scripture to school again

That was real fun

And it still is

Love House on Mango Street

So good reccommened 10/10 lovely spectacular

Author Cisneros is a genius

She is so lyrical with her stories and crafts such beautiful waves of lines

Every line is like standing on the shoreline and having only your feet be washed by the mini wave

It's about a girl named Esperanza, and she's in that awkward phase of becoming a woman. There is indeed s/a and implied s/a though. At first it seems light and just about a girl who doesn't like where she is, but it starts to get heavy. I think from "Papa Who Wakes up Tired in the Dark"? Or maybe "Monkey Garden" I forgot which one came first. The chicken or the egg... I think it was "Papa Who Wakes Up Tired in the Dark." But yeah.

It will seem confusing at first, how "random" as my classmates say, the vignettes are. How they're "not connected" and "all over the place." But no, believe me, there is a connection between each vignette. There is one specific theme that is indeed consistent through multiple vignettes. I had such a huge fit of joy when realizing it and finding the connections for my performance essay over it. I love it dearly and enjoy that it is "random." Cisneros is a genius.

It's something that I think one should read twice, to go back and realize what was said here and how it appears there.

I also remember a classmate, when asked, "what changes to this book would you like to have to better enjoy it?"

"If it was written by a man."

And I was like O.o

Buddy... this.. this book... the dedication page is literally "to the women." Okay... and it's the story of a girls development...

Okay. Ig because you're a guy you don't get it???????? Idk?????? Yeah! Yeah!!

He sounded so confident saying that, but also, please. I'm sure we will read a book about a transition of a boy to a man too. Sometime... soon? Idk, and maybe then I will realize what you mean. Maybe then.

Oh yeah, some people at this school are really rude. But there's also really sweet people too. I was very shocked by the girls rudeness when she stepped on my foot twice and told me, "Learn how to f-ing walk"

Unfortunately, there are many, many students in the hallways, and I can not avoid everyone's feet and path. Just as much as you can not avoid stepping on my foot.. twice.

Now my foot being stepped on is normal because of the many people in our school, but that response was not. I also step on people's foot by accident. We simply give each other a quick sorry and go off on our ways. Sometimes a polite smile and "no worries" or "it's okay"

Now I wonder? Is she okay? Maybe she was just having a bad day or failed a quiz, but I was not going to simply take that. So I.. cursed at her, too. Something along the lines of "You're the b- that stepped on my f-ing foot." She stayed quiet after I told her that. And we went our separate ways. Tbh, I do not regret it. Childish, maybe. But no regrets. I don't even remember her face, honestly. All I remember is that she was short and rude.

But putting her aside, there are gentlemen in this school! And very nice people! There are those who hold the door for others, insist on letting me go first( though that one dude in the lunch line was kinda pushing it. I told him to go first, but he was like, "no, you" "no, you literally allowed like five people go before you, I think you should go-" "No, please, go first. It's alright. " "No, it's not." "..." "..." "You can go first, really." "Fine, but only because we're holding up the line." "Okay :)" ) he's nice. I remember we argued who would hold the door last year, too. I did win that argument, though, with a good claim and reason. "Here, you go in first" "no, I can hold the door for everybody else." "That's usually my job." "Yeah, but you always end up running." "I..." "Yeah, I don't mind at all. My classroom is right next to the stairs, so I'll make it in time. But you're in AP Human, right? Your class is very far away, I don't want you to be late." "...okay :)" ":)" ) anyways, he always stops before entering to thank me or the person holding the door ( my friend decided to hold it one day cause I was lagging behind ) so, very nice! And many people do apologize if you bump into them or they bump into you and step on your foot and hold the door open for you and insist you go first when it's obvious they were there first-

Moral of the story: people are nice here! Majority of them are! With just a few minor exceptions.

People are also really pretty at this school... like... REALLY pretty.

I miss my 9th grade lit teacher. He was fun :) I hope I have him next year! I remember him saying he taught 9th and 11th grade literature classes. I hope he teaches AP Lang cause I'm planning to take that class for 11th. I know he teachers Honors American Lit for 11th...

Mh, anyways!

I just yawned for like thirty seconds.

Hahahaha

Do you guys sleep with stuffed animals? I do. And my friend judges me for it :(( he's all "just sleep with a pillow!" "No!! I love Angel!!(Lilo & Stitch)" "I am silently judging" "wha- that's not very silent of you."

I'm making a friend in art class!! Finally!! I have no friends in art! So glad to have her here!

Ohhhh I gotta finish a paper for Chem... ah crap.

I was eating an onigiri while my Chem teach was explaining what to write... and uh, nobody else was paying attention. They all just simultaneously zoned out as he was literally telling us the answers.

And like eating an onigiri... my friend made me... I was locked in... enjoying the flavors... and also spacing out and daydreaming what other onigiri flavors would be good. And I prefer the spicy tuna mayo one over the spam musubi one. Though I do wish the spicy tuna mayo was more spicy, but he was also making it for me and our friend, who doesn't have the best spice tolerance, so hm!

I am craving a hamburger... interesting.

Huh, this bed is kinda old. How old is it?? I think I had it since elementary... I can't remember exactly when, though. Love it always!!

"Snork- kkkkk... khaaaa..."

I wonder if I snore? I snore when I'm sick, but I wonder if I snore snore?

Snorlax

My favorite pokemon is Gengar. He's such a silly little guy. Love him.

Banana.

K is Potassium, it looks like a banana if you look at it from its side! Somewhat like ㅈ <- banana!

Na is Sodium. How do I rmemeber this? Pokemon! Nacli Stack! He is a salty rock

Hg is Mercury, I think. I just rmemeber it cause well uhhh it's funky! Also liquid Mercury and Hg reminds me of silver.

Ag is silver

Au is gold.

Silver weighs less than gold(? I think?) And g weighs less than u. In two ways to think about it: g is grams and u is unit. Grams is a Unit. It is under unit! So silver is under gold! And when thinking about Aufbau, we can apply it to here. The first is lowest and goes first. G is before U, so it is lighter(?) Something along those lines!

N is nitrogen

Ni is Nickel

Ne is Neon

S is Sulfur

Se is selenium

Psyduck

Psy.

OPPA GANGNAM STYLE

Ayeeeeeee

Sexy lady

Oop-oop-oop-oop-oop- OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!

sorry for letting you down team, back in like third grade, during the battle of the books thing😔 I knew the answer, but didn't share it with yall... I didn't understand the rules 😔 i thought I was against yall😔

Don't know why i suddenly rmemeber that

Hm well whatever

Man... I just yapped for like an hour straight. Hahaha!

[tokkibbang00]

BACKBURNER - HAN JISUNG (TEASER)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: It's no secret to anyone with eyes that the two of you had something special. But sometimes, special isn't just enough. You think you can stay away and prevent yourself from further falling for Han Jisung. Clearly, you were wrong. No matter how much you try to walk away, he always comes back after you— always comes back to you. inspired by Niki's Backburner.

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: idol!jisung x idol!afab reader, ??? x idol!afab reader

genre: slight angst, hints of fluff (ig), idol!au. (will add more when the story is posted)

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive, jisung is kind of stupid and is a red flag 😭, kind of dialogue heavy. (will add more when the story is posted)

teaser word count: 407

a/n: i've been posting teasers this week, most of the fics will come out starting next week !! so keep an eye out~ hanji has been plaguing my mind lately and i have a bunch of han jisung fics written in my drafts at the moment. this one is one of them :]] taglist for this is open!! just message me or slide in my asks! my requests are also open 🐰💙

teaser posted: 05-20-23

You and Jisung have a complicated relationship.

The both of you go way back since you were trainees in JYP. You ended up moving to Source Music a few years later and debuted under Le Sserafim, while he debuted under Stray Kids.

You've been friends with him for 8 years now.

At some point, the both of you were closer than others.

You'd attend their concerts and be the one who waits for him backstage afterwards, congratulating the group. He'd be the one sending you snacks or taking you out to meals in his free time whenever you were too busy to even eat.

When he's out on tour overseas, he'd never forget to get you souvenirs that remind him of you. He would message or call you in the middle of the night just to show you random things he'd encountered throughout his travels.

The both of you had your secret rendezvous in Han River when the nights were quiet. Catching up in life or ranting whatever it was bothering you that day.

It was inevitable that you would fall for him at some point.

You mustered up all the courage that you can get and tried confessing to him a few years ago. He reciprocated your feelings, but it was all complicated due to their dating ban and you were just a trainee.

The both of you decided to stay friends after that. Everything stayed the same. As if you were back to square one.

He and the guys congratulated you when you debuted. They've been in the industry for four years and you finally got to be with them. Jisung's dating ban has been lifted and your company was freer than most.

Maybe you got your hopes up. But even then, nothing has changed.

You and Jisung were at a standstill.

Ever since a year ago, you thought it'd be different. Your lingering feelings towards him were growing and it aches you that you can never really call him yours. You have no right to be jealous whenever you'd see him flirting with other idols backstage. You have no right to prevent him from dating other people.

It's been different with him. As if he forgot your confession and his own from a few years ago altogether.

This time, you swore to yourself you'd distance yourself from him; prevent yourself from developing any further feelings.

But in the end, he'd always run back to you.

It feels like he's been keeping you within his reach, but never keeping you at all.

TBC.

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

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ephemeral (bang chan)

developer notes ☽: inspired by my ig for you page being bang chan bf edits...i did not ask to be depressed because i can't find a man suitable for my standards :) fuck u christopher for being so fine tonight

soundtrack☽: birdie - kota the friend

notifications☽: 818 words, fluff, not proofread, gnl!reader

"time is our only dilemma"

a warm yellow-toned ambient glow is cast within the bathroom from a small desk lamp that you’ve commandeered as a substitution to the harsh fluorescents of the room’s installed lights. a small bluetooth speaker rests on the countertop next to the lamp on its third to last volume setting cycling through a random spotify playlist you’ve selected. it’s probably one out of the hundreds of comfort character playlists you’d never tell a soul that you listen too.

but, you realize that chan’s most likely seen the embarrassing and unending list of the cutesy-fictional catered playlists you’ve become obsessed with in the previous weeks as he’s logged in to your spotify account on his phone. a few months ago, you discovered a new playlist hiding within your massive library that you didn’t add or create, entitled “songs i listen to remind me of you.” that was at the front of your recently played, the cover photo being a picture of you asleep on the couch in chan’s studio (a photo chan’s never shown you). when you clicked to investigate further, you were shocked to see the playlist filled with over a hundred songs, and a description filled to the word limit. tears filled your eyes as you read the romantic note chan had left for you to see, and you listened to the whole playlist while cleaning your entire apartment. there wasn’t a single moment that the heat left your flustered cheeks or the sweet smile left your face. and when you met with your boyfriend in person, you certain that he was blushing underneath his mask when you alerted him of your findings, and he revealed that he was going to surprise you with your specially curated mixtape on your next visit to his studio. 

when you asked why he was giving you such a sweet gift so randomly, his answer came without hesitation. chan said, “there doesn’t need to be a reason for me to express my love for you. of course this gift is meaningful enough for valentine’s day, or an anniversary, or your birthday, but any day i have with you is enough for me to treat you like the love of my life.”

and after a revelation like that, how could you remember the embarrassing fanfic-esque playlists you had downloaded to your phone? they literally don’t matter anymore, not when you have a whole dime piece, respectful, sexy, intelligent, thoughtful-ass christopher bang chan confessing his undying love for you.

that’s all to say that you probably should’ve selected that mixtape to play through tonight, but it’s too late to change that fact, as you would hate to disturb the bubble of space you’ve created in the bathroom to retrieve your phone from the bedroom. and to interrupt the peaceful bath you and chan are enjoying. it’s a rare night that chan was able to join you in your apartment instead of you going to his dorm to see him, and the night is made more precious at the fact that he fought his workaholic tendencies to join you earlier in the evening around seven pm rather than his usual appearance past midnight. and a spontaneous date night was suddenly underway; you and chan cooked dinner together made from the dregs of ingredients in your sparse fridge (grocery day is tomorrow), made progress on cleaning up your animal crossing island together, and even got a few episodes into a short anime you wanted to watch with him. a bath was the only reasonable option to end the cozy date night you both started.

the water is probably half-an-hour away from transitioning from warm to lukewarm, and the bubbles are starting to become sparse. you’re nestled in between his legs, back pressed against his muscled-pillowy chest, head resting aside one of his shoulders to avoid smushing shower cap against his face. chan’s head is propped on the shower tiles, his neck elongated and your fascinated with the view of his adam’s apple bobbing and throat swallowing as he speaks softly to you. his eyes are shut, but he opens them every time you speak to him, seeping with the adoration he has for you. his hands rest on your waist underneath the water, and every so often he squeezes you lighty, and traces patterns on your skin he only knows. eventually you two find yourself running out of things to talk about, but the silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. you gladly allow your eyes to flutter closed, and chan begins humming softly; both of you are well aware that you should wrap up the bath, as you both still have early starts tomorrow morning, or rather–this morning.

moments like these are few and far for a man of chan’s lifestyle, and neither of you are going to be the one to cut it short. while this scene is ephemeral, that does not mean it is insignificant.

much love, <3 kirby !!!

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Leather and Lace: Final Chapter (12)

Santiago Garcia x Fem!OC

Triple Frontier Master List

Chapter 11

Leather and Lace master list

Continue the story with Frankie and Jana in Take Your Time

Summary: For Laci's birthday, all she wants is a weekend at a cabin with Santi and the guys, but she ends up giving Santiago a gift too. Less of a coherent storyline, more of a collection of random scenes of their weekend together, telling the story of how far they've all come. Also: sex

Warnings: Insomnia, addiction recovery, mentions of drinking problems, scary incident involving almost drowning kinda? No real danger with the boys there but still. Santi is a horny teenager. For the smut: PIV sex (you heard me), thigh riding, so, so much dirty talk, so much. praise kink, light dom/sub dynamic IG but theres no rough sex, daddy kink (im so sorry), so much praise it's sickening, fingering, sickly sweet sex idk how it can get cuter, it's practically fluff. protected sex, talk of cum (is that a warning? idk but I get grossed out about stuff so fair warning), food, eating problems, weight, insecurity, potential fertilty problems from trauma but its a brief mention. uuuhhhhhh I think thats it

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“They are going to be like this all weekend, aren’t they?” Will said from his driver's seat as him, Benny and Frankie watched Santi exit the doors of the women's shelter, giggling with Laci as she hung off his arm.

Benny sat in the back. “I love them, but jesus christ they are like teenagers.”

“I think they’re sweet” Frankie smiled, watching his best friend so happy made him happy. 

Will turned to Frankie incredulously. “What’s going on with you lately? Acting all lovely dovey”

Benny kicked Frankies seat “Yeah, I thought being there all summer you’d get sick of them”

Will glared at Benny for mentioning Frankie’s living situation, something they were supposed to be pretending wasn’t happening while Frankie focused on sobriety. He had taken a basic engineering job to give him something to do, something to focus on. Nothing fancy, not a lot of pay, he didn’t want to take the money from anyone who actually needed it, but a simple 9-5. A place to be, a schedule, and it had seemed to be helping. Not that it was a cure, by any means, he was a full time pilot when Rosa was born and his license came under review due to his coke use. Coming back from Columbia, he lost it, but could reapply in another two years. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to. For one, he wasn’t sure he could trust himself with that sort of thing anymore. If he relapsed and flew, people could die. However, engineer jobs were in high demand, so he took one, and it was helping him keep focus, rather than sit around all day thinking ‘a little couldn’t hurt’.

 It had been Laci’s idea. She had started volunteering at the shelter Jana worked at, and said it had helped her, gave her more purpose. Frankie had been spending a lot of time with Pope’s girl lately. She was sweet, cooking breakfast and dinner for him and Santi, and taking care of them and the Millers when they worked on projects. Of course, her new-found friendship with his ex-girlfriend had lead to seeing a lot of Jana. At this point, Jana was comfortable with Rosie being alone with Frankie, even for over nights, although with him staying with Santiago, it wasn’t exactly alone. But still, Jana came over quite a bit, the four of them and Rosie spending hours together. Frankie never stopped loving her. He always would love her, even if by some miracle there was someone else in his life, but he couldn’t foresee that. Frankie didn’t deserve Jana, he didn’t deserve Benny, Will, Laci and especially not Santi, in his unwavering loyalty. Frankie sometimes felt like Santi only stuck around him from a sense of duty, that last family either of them had left. They weren’t blood related, but the two of them had grown up in Huston most of their lives together, and were as much family as the broken pair had. As much as he hated being a burden to Santi, he hated being a burden to Laci even more. 

Frankie sat on the couch, watching some infomercial when the door opened. He didn’t even know infomercials were even a thing anymore. Laci emerged from the room she shared with Santi, frowning when she saw him on the couch at two AM.

“Hey Frankie, can’t sleep?”

“No” Fish shook his head. “You?”

“Nightmare. Didn’t wanna wake Santi.”

She was very considerate. It wasn’t like Santi had to be up for anything, he could sleep in as late as he wanted, but she never liked to bother him, as much as Santi never saw it as a bother. 

She headed for the kitchen “Hungry? I was gonna make some pizza rolls”

God, her and Santi shared the same braincell half the time, that fucker loves his pizza rolls. 

Frank shrugged. “I could eat”

“Don’t tell Santi I’m microwaving them, he’s an oven purist.”

Laci and Frankie giggled watching some strange add for wearable towels. “Is it bad this makes me want it?” Laci asked, mouth full of the last few pizza rolls.

“That is the ugliest towel I’ve ever seen in my life Laci”

“I’m a sucker for advertising, what can I say?”

There was a pause, and Frankie watched Laci yawn. “You don’t have to stay up with me”

“I’m not” She lied, watching the TV.

“Laci.”

She turned to him. “I know how it is. I didn’t hardly sleep when I first came here. It’s a lot better now, but I know how hard it can be.”

Frankie nodded. “Pope told me you guys used to spend the night on this couch when you both were up.”

Smiling fondly, looking away as she tugged on the hem of her floral PJ’s. “Yeah, that got me through a very hard period in my life. He was there for me, never asking anything in return. I didn't need to talk if I couldn’t, he was just… there.” Laci looked at him, carefully. “I want to be that for you.”

Frankie was overcome with emotions. He wasn’t quite sure what he did to deserve Laci, Jana and the guys in his life. “No, sweetheart, you haven't even been back a year, you have enough to focus on without this old addict's problems.”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing. I’ll just do what Santi did for me. If I’m up, I’ll come out here, and if you’re awake too, we can eat pizza rolls and watch TV. This way, I can have company without waking Santi. This was our special place for a time.” Laci patted the couch and smile at Frankie. “It can be ours now.”

When Santiago woke up that morning, he assumed Laci had already gotten up. He pulled on a shirt and padded out in his boxers to find Laci and Frankie asleep on the couch, Laci’s head resting on his shoulder. Another time in his life, another group of friends or another girl, he might have been jealous or suspicious. But he knew Laci, and he knew Francisco, and it warmed his heart to know they took care of each other. They were family to each other as much as they were for him.

Santi listened to Laci chatter about her day as he walked her to Will’s truck. When she first started volunteering at the beginning of summer, it had been for one hour increments. The first day Santi took her in, he felt almost like a dad at the first day of preschool. He had half expected her to get overwhelmed, to cling to him as she often did, maybe even backing out. But with a kiss on the cheek, she said goodbye and almost skipped away from a stunned Santi, over to where Jana waited to introduce her to the people in the childcare department. Jana waved at Santi, and by the cocked eyebrow on her face, she seemed to be thinking the same thing Will, Frankie, and Benny would tell him ‘she’s not as fragile as you think she is’. 

It wasn’t that Santiago thought she was fragile… well maybe he did… after what she went through? Could you blame him? Sometimes it was hard to reconcile the girl he found all those months ago, handcuffed to a chair, blue lipped and face covered in blood with her hair matted to her skin, to the healthy girl who smiled and ran around parks with Rosie. It was hard to reconcile the girl he thought was dead, who didn’t initially respond to him, who couldn’t even look at him, with the girl who completely submitted and trusted her body to him. The juxtaposition between the girl he had to carry the last leg of their journey out of the woods, whose feet were bloody in the misfitting shoes Benny had found her in the house, who wouldn’t leave Santiago’s presence for months, to the girl he watched happily walk away from him to go help children and family in need, despite her own trauma. She continued to blow him away.

Santi was tempted to wait in the parking lot, but she made him promise to go somewhere. He went to the McDonalds down a few blocks, and by the time he came to pick her up he was fairly certain the anxiety he had been fighting back was entirely one sided. She was fine. Laci asked him to still come in to drop her off and pick her up, still getting used to being alone. Two months in, she was well liked and did good, and Laci had been volunteering longer hours. Santi had shifted from nerves to pride. Here she was, going to therapy, still regularly checking in with doctors and nutritionists, but she still took time out of her week to help children. Every day, he found another reason to fall further in love.

Opening the door for her and holding her hand as she climbed up in Will’s stupidly high truck, Santi followed in after her, pulling out the bags Laci asked several times today for him to remember to bring.

“Hi everyone!” Laci chirped, everyone said hi, and happy birthday. Despite only volunteering for a few months, Laci had been surprised with cupcakes when she came in today. One of the moms at the shelter heard it was her birthday and whipped up the treat for her. Laci promptly began crying, but happy tears. Laci didn’t want anything for her birthday, joking that compared to last year, a regular day was a treat. Santi was not thrilled with her dark joke, and said ‘Well, now that you say it like that, we have to do something’ They settled on a weekend trip, Santi getting a cabin on a lake a few hours out. They’d spend the weekend together, coming in Friday, fishing on Saturday, and head home sunday. Benny had found that the country was having a little concert with a local band, and suggested they all go Saturday night, which Laci seemed excited about. Other than that, just a simple weekend away. Frankie and Will agreed to grill for their ‘gift’ after Laci insisted she didn’t want anything but their presence. “I got you guys all presents for the trip!” . 

“It’s your birthday, and you got us gifts?” Fish turned around to look at her, as did Will as they were still parked. 

“Oh so that’s what you bought” Santi commented.

“I told you not to look!”

“I didn’t! I just saw a charge from etsy on my card statement, I swear I didn’t snoop, baby”

Laci eyed him suspiciously, but went back to the others. “Okay, so everyone remembers Benny’s ‘women want me, fish fear me’ hat right?”

Frankie groans.

“The one fish threw in the bonfire?” Will asked rhetorically. “Yeah I remember”

Benny made the sign of the cross. “RIP to a real one”

“Okay so these are like. A play off of that. And no one has to wear them outside of this weekend, I just thought it was funny. Sorry Frankie.”

“Let’s see what you got, manita” Frankie encouraged.

“Okay, first, for Santi” Laci pulls out a hat and hands it to Santi.

He reads it out loud “Fish want to have a beer with me, women want to fix me.” He glances over to Fish “Well, it’s not wrong”

Frankie smiled. “Women do want to fix you.”

“ME NEXT ME NEXT” Benny was bouncing in his seat.

“Okay okay okay” She handed the next hat to the right where Benny sat.

“Women want me, men want me, fish want me” Benny barely got the words out through his giggles. “Ah yes, the three genders“

“Well, there was one that said they/them want me, fish fear me, but I felt that didn’t really encompass” Laci gestured vaguely “You’re whole thing”

“She’s calling you a whore, Ben” Will called from the front.

“No I’m not!” 

Benny hugged her “I love it, Laci, I’m never taking it off” He covers his blonde hair in the hat, grinning.

“Frankie, this is yours. I know you like your regular hat, but if you can at least wear this for a picture-”

“You got me a hat?” Fish interrupted her, his face so serious, brown eyes wide.

“Well, yeah” She said, finding his. “I wouldn’t just leave you out”

Frankie took his, reading it outloud with a smile “Women want me, the minds of fish are unknowable.”

“I thought it was funny, because, like, you’re a bit of an enigma, but women do love you. It was kinda hard to find one for you, because you are fish in this hats scenario but… yeah”

Frankie took of his ’standard oil’ hat, adjusting his new one with a shy smile, trying to not let his emotions get the best of him. “I love it, Laci, thank you”

Laci smiled, then Will spoke. “Okay hun, lets see what you got for me” he held out his hand for his, then read it. “‘Let any fish who meets my gaze” Will tried to hide his little giggle. “Learn the true meaning of fear-” The stoic, quiet man laughed loudly “Jesus christ, Laci.” He unsuccessfully composed himself to try and read he last line through laughs. “For I am the harbinger of death” He covered his face laughing, a broad smile on his face.

Laci grinned, looking around at her friends all wearing the hat she got them “And this one” Laci pulled out the last one “Is mine”

Santi leaned over to read it, amused by Laci wearing a fishing hat with her white shirt and pink skirt. “Government agents want me, fish fear me”

Laci clarified. “Well, I figure you’re a government agent, and you…” She trailed off, blushing.

“Want you?” Santi finished, taking her chin in his hand. “Fuck yeah I do, babydoll” and took her in for a passionate kiss.

Will, ever literal, chimed in. “Calling him a government agent is a bit of a stretch. That implied the work he did was legal”

*

The evening went smoothly, everyone settling into the cabin and Will firing up the grill on the patio to make baked bean and sausages. They were far removed from any other cabins, so the music was loud, Laci jamming to it.

“Pope” Will said, watching Laci go to town on a guitar solo. “Wanna explain why the 5 foot girl in a ruffled skirt is head banging to Avenge Sevenfold?”

“Hey” Santi raised his hands defensively “This is her playlist”

“Really? I thought she’d listen to like. Matchbox 20, or Taylor Swift or something”

Benny laughed “Taylor Swift? Why, because she’s blonde?”

Will was going to argue, but he shut his mouth, knowing Ben was probably right.

Ben continued. “Laci and I are going to Breaking Benjamin next month, that girl can rock”

Laughing, Will looked at Ben incredulously. “Santi’s letting you take her to a rock show?”

Laci turned around to give Will a pointed look. “Santi doesn’t ‘let’ me do anything, Miller”

“Sorry Laci” Will apologized, then turned back to his brother. “You can’t be drinking, that girl is going to get trampled”

“Laci!” Frankie called, stepping onto the deck, swinging a colorfult gift bag. “I got your gift!”

Laci turned down the music, looking at him. “Frankie! I said no presents!” But she approached him, eyes wide with excitement.

Fish shook his head. “You said you didn’t need anything, not to not get you anything”

Santi smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t fight it, munequita, being friends with Catfish and getting gifts goes hand in hand.” He leaned in to see what his friend got his girl.

“Frankie!!!” She jumped up excitedly. “Oh my god I love it!”

Santi frowns as Laci pulls out the ugliest thing he’s seen in his life. “Mi amor, what the fuck is that shit”

“It’s a wearable towel!” It was a towel with four holes in each corner like they had seen on the infomercial they watched together that first night. She put the horrific thing on over her shirt and skirt, making Benny look as confused as ever. 

“Fish, what the fuck?” Benny wandered over, taking in Laci, who was almost always dressed up so cute, in this ugly towel.

“It’s a wearable towel” Frankie said with a smile. They wouldn’t get it. But Laci would.

Laci practically tackled Frankie in a hug. “I fucking love it!”

*

That morning, Santi make breakfast for everyone. Just scrambled eggs and sausage as well as starting the coffee, but an attempt none the less. He didn’t have the kitchen skills Will and Frankie did, but he didn’t want them to have to do all the food this weekend.

All the guys were up, and Santi was leaning over the counter talking to his old buddies alone, enjoying some time with just them. Frankie was teasing him over Laci calling him daddy, something Will decided he’d absolutely never let go, and Benny was reminding them they can make fun of Santi, but no one is allowed to mention it to Laci. 

Will leaned in front of Santi, hands folded together in front of his face in concentration. “So let me get this straight. No sex”

Santi felt his upper lip curl up in a laugh. “No, Ironhead, no sex, but I swear to god we’re all good in that department”

“Yeah man, I know you are” Will grabs Santi by the scuff of his neck, laughing. “Your neck had no less bruises than when you got fucking strangled!” 

The guys all join in on the laughter, Santi giggling as Will touches his sensitive neck, until the bedroom door opens. “Hey Laci, sorry, did we wake you?” Laci looked groggy as she robbed her eyes and padded in, and Santi had to suppress his morning wood at the sight of her in his Fleetwood Mac shirt. It was long enough it went past the shorts he knew she was wearing but god… did it look like she had nothing on under…

“No” She mumbled with a small smile, trying to remind polite despite being so tired. “Jus’ a lil sleepy” she murmered, walking up to Santi who was sitting on the stool, and wrapping her arms around his neck and she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “Morn’n guys”

Everyone said good morning, and Will offered to make her a cup of coffee. “I don’t know if we have any creamer, but theirs sugar”

A small, loud whine immites from Laci, still buried in Santi’s shirt, before she looked up. “Sorry, that was was rude. That would be great, thank you Will.”

Santi clarifies. “She usually drinks iced coffee from this shop down the street”

“Regular coffee with sugar will be fine, thank you. I’ll survive” She tried to look more excited for it.

“Actually” Frankie gets up and heads to the fridge, pulling out a carton “I brought this” He holds up caramel iced coffee. “I know you liked this sugary shit, and Santi barely remembered to bring the hamber buns, so I got some for this weekend.”

“Oh thank GOD” Laci said, flopping her head back down on Santi, muttering about a hundred ‘thank you’s to Fish as he poured her a cup over ice.

*

“I’m not wearing a lifejacket!” Laci insisted as Benny, Will and Frankie sat in the boat, waiting for Laci and Santi to stop arguing. Well, as much as the pair could possibly argue with each other.

“Then I’m not wearing sunscreen” Santi countered, knowing how particular she was about that. “And neither is Frankie”

“Oh no,” Fish raised his hands in defeat while Will groaned. “Don’t bring me into this”

Laci ignored him, as he wished. “You’re wearing sunscreen, you’re not getting skin cancer. I don’t need a lifejacket”

“And I don’t need sunscreen, so we’re even” 

She pouted at him. Santiago scrubbed his face, trying to hold on to his resolve, but it was hard when she looked so fucking cute. She wore a white two piece, the bottom was cheeky, but she wore the wrap skirt that went with it, uncomfortable with showing that much buttcheek, but perfectly happy with the minimal coverage over her chest and waist. Laci was insecure about her body being so underweight, and her A-cup and lack of ass, no matter how much Santi couldn’t keep his hands off her. She didn’t seem to understand how much she turned heads, thinking the outfit was simple and cute, not realizing how feral it made Santi. The second she stepped out of the bathroom, Santi felt himself getting hard quicker than he can remember since his teens, pulling her into the bedroom of the cabin under the guise of a ‘quick question’ and ate her out, grinding his hips into the mattress until he came in his swim shorts. Luckily, he brought a spare. 

“The water isn’t even deep!” 

“You are barely 5 feet tall!” Santi crossed his arms.

Benny chimed in. “So are you, Garcia”

Will smacked him.

Frankie was tired. “Santi, put on the fucking sunscreen. Laci, wear a lifejacket”

Laci shot him a look for not taking her side. “You guys aren’t wearing life jackets either”

He rolled his eyes. “Because we’re all over 6 feet!” Fish groaned, taking off his new hat before running his fingers through his curls and putting it back on. 

Just like the old days, Santi could easily read her expression. ‘You aren’t 6 foot.’ Laci crossed her arms right back at Santi, mirroring his determined stance, and raising an eyebrow with a small smile. He knew there was no malice behind it, and she knew he only meant well, even if she did feel a little childish. “I thought we were past you babying me”

Santi smiled back, and took her face in his hands, squishing them until she made a cute pout. “I’m not babying you, I just want to protect my baby” he let go of her face and tickled her neck just a bit

Laci giggled, beaming up at him.

The guys all groaned.

Will flopped his head back. “Y’all can’t be doing this all weekend, I’m gonna get sick.”

Laci ignored him too, looking up at Santiago through her lashes, giving her best, sweetest smile that she knew drove him mad. He’d do anything for her when she did that. “Santi,” She wrapped her arms around his thick waist. “It’s my birthday”

Santi groaned, hanging his head. Like the devil who went down to Georgia, he knew that he’d been beat. “You promise you can swim?”

Grinning, she affirmed her earlier promise and went to get in the boat with no lifejacket, taking Will’s hand he extended to help her in, leaving Santi to get in carrying the bag she had brought. Will offered his hand to Santi with a cheeky grin, but Santi smacked it away.

The day was warm, the Florida sun beating down on them, reminding the group why it was called the sunshine state

Santi and Benny had taken off their shirts in the sweltering heat, Frankie keeping his on to not make Will feel out of place for not taking his shirt off due to the scarring on his back.

Laci didn’t want to do the fishing, feeling bad for the fish as they flopped around. The guys had promised to kill the fish quickly to ‘put it out of its misery’ as Ben said. Santi was not having good luck. He didn’t really fish often, that was more Benny and, ironically, Catfish’s thing, the pair of them going out on fishing/drinking trips that Will was certain would end up with one dead. Santi had very politely asked for no alcohol on the boat. The cabin was fair game, but given Benny’s inability to pace himself and the way Frankies drinking picked up since attempting sobriety, Laci didn’t want to worry about anyone drowning. They all happily sipped on the wide variety of pop Laci was sure to bring, as well as the water she made them drink.

Everyone ate the sandwiches Laci had packed, taking a break from fishing and simply enjoying each other's company.

Santi was applying sunscreen to Laci’s fair skin, wondering how long he could keep fighting the boner that was growing in his shorts, when Frankie looked up from the lake he had been peering in and nudged Laci “Hey, look” 

The two of them peered over the edge, Will telling them to be careful and not fall in, when Laci saw what Frankie was pointing out.

“Santi look! A turtle!” She pointed.

But before Santi could look, Ben came shouting “WHERES THE TURTLE!”, barreling to the opposite end of the boat, tipping the entire thing over.

Santi’s instincts went to grab Laci in some vain attempt in keeping her in the boat, but everything went wildly confusing before he even registered he was in water. Quickly, he oriented himself, popping up under the capsized boat. He could touch the bottom of the lake floor, but the water still rose to his mouth. Not taking more than half a second to take a breath, her dove back in, swimming under the boat and popping up the other end, only one thought on his mind as his head came over the surface 

“LACI!”

Santi can’t see shit in the water, not from where he is barely standing. Will spots a ball of white in the water and quickly scoops Laci up in his arm bringing her up into the air where she gasped for breath. She quickly tried wrapping her arms around Will’s neck, clinging to him for dear life as she sputtered for air. Will pried her away, slinging her over his strong arm and smacking her back a few times until she spit up the water that had gone in her mouth.

“Lace!” Santi quickly swam over, trying to stay above water as he held her face. “Baby, are you okay?”

Regaining her breath, she held onto Will’s strong arm for dear life. “Yeah” Laci gasped out, smiling softly to let her know she’s okay. “I’m okay”

Santi wanted to yell at Benny, but he knew that would only upset Laci more.

Benny had gathered up everyone's hats, and luckily the coolers had remained locked up tight. “Fish, help me tip the boat up. Santi, get the cooler since you need a fucking floaty”

Santi glared, but went to get the cooler. Will grabbed the dry box and Fish and Ben got the boat tipped back up. Frankie helped lift Benny into the boat, and Benny instinctively reached out for Laci as Will lifted her up. As the others climbed in (Santi needing extra help, to his grumbling) Benny pulled a towel out of the dry box (the ugly ass towel Frankie got for her) and tried to dry her off until Santi got in the boat. Benny quickly moved aside, sitting on the bench beside her as Santi knelt between her legs, holding her face tenderly as if she would break. “You doing okay? Can you breathe? Does your throat hurt? Is there water in your lungs?”

“Santi, please I’m fine” She smiled, mostly recovered from her little scare. She thought it probably freaked Santi out more than her.

“Do you wanna go home? We can go home. Or to the ER, do you think you breathed in water-”

“Santi” Lace held his stubbled face in return, looking into his brown eyes with an intensity she only used when she really needed him to listen to her. “Look at me. I didn’t drown, I’m okay, I’m perfectly fine, okay?”

He wanted to argue, he wanted to keep doting on her, but he knew he needed to dial it back. “Okay, if you’re sure your fine. You’ll tell me if you feel funny, right?”

“Of course, baby” Laci kissed his forehead.

Will had already started the motor, guiding the boat back to the cabin. 

“Well” Benny said, breaking the tense silence. “This still went better than the last time we were all on a boat together”

Will and Frankie laughed a bit, and after a pause, Santiago smiled, adding “Well to be fair, the boat went fine. It was the whole prior part” Which made the guys laugh more.

Laci smiled back, happy Santi relaxed, but was curious. “What happened the last time you were all on a boat together?”

The guys all exchanged looks; Benny had assumed Santi had told her the story.

“Oh” She said “This is the story about the money, isn’t it? It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me” She knew they were all secretive about it.

Santi wrapped an arm around her, pulling that monstrosity of a wearable towel around her. “I’ll tell you all about when we get home, baby. It’s a hell of a story”

“Yeah” Frankie added “You could make a movie out of that shit.”

*

Laci and Santi took a nap that afternoon. Well, Laci did. Santi held her tightly in his arms, carefully watching her incase of any warning sign something was wrong.

“You guys ready?” Laci called from the bathroom in the master suite where she was getting ready.

The guys were all waiting in the living area where Santi called “Just waiting on you, hermosa”

He heard her come through the door. “Sorry guys” She apologized for taking so long.

Sant turned to look at her and- holy fucking hell. She was, predictably, in white. A simple dress, nice and snug at the waist with a skirt that flared out, flittering around her thighs as she did a spin for Santi who was, also predictably, gobsmacked as he watched the short skirt, thinking about how he’d like to get under it. The neckline is what got him through. Laci was small chested, thus she had the ability to wear deep cut dresses… ones that required no bra.

Swallowing thickly, Santi stood up, ready to grab her and pull her into the bedroom for the second time that day and holy fucking shit when did he become this fucking horny? “Quick question La-” 

“Oh no” Fish caught his hand, pulling a distraught Pope back. “None of that shit, lets go”

*

The concert was fun, even Will had to admit. For being a local band, they weren’t half bad, and the food venders were good too. Will could be a bit of a foodie, and even he gave his stamp of approval to several as he sampled along.

Santi hadn’t stopped doting on Laci all night, caressing her hair and leaning in, asking how she was feeling, despite her insistence she was perfectly okay. Will couldn’t imagine Santi as a dad, he’d out do every helicopter soccer mom there ever was, and god forbid someone or something actually hurt his kid. Will had geared up for a fight after he fished Laci out of the water, certain that Santi was going to yell as Ben, Will had seen that spark in his eyes that was a surefire sign  one of the two hotheads of their group was going to start something. But Laci smoothed his edges, and she was almost as defensive of Ben as Will was. So Santi sat back, dialing his anger in and concentrating on Laci.

Santi could tell Laci wanted to dance.

Santi could not dance. 

“I’ll be right back” Santi got up, and Frankie wondered what got him so suddenly flustered. 

As he came back, refusing to tell them where he had been, Frankie stood up, holding out his hand to Laci, who was sitting at the bench under Santi’s arm, drinking a lemonade in contrast to Will and Frankies beers, and Benny’s weird girlie drink. Boston by Augustana was playing.

“Can I have this dance, manita?” He smiled at her, Laci’s face lighting up as she took it. 

Santi watched her walk away, kicking himself.

Benny leaned in “You gonna do something about that, old man? Or you gonna wait until one of the young men eyeing her like a piece of meat ask her to dance next.”

“Santi can’t dance” Will clarifies.

“Bullshit! I’ve seen you dance with a shit tone of other women.”

Santi groaned. “Not like that.” Santi gestures to a grinning Laci, who was happily dancing in a square waltz with Frankie. “I can dance like…”

Will chimed in at that. “Like a man-whore”

Groaning yet again, Santi slumped in his seat and hung his head back, until he felt Ben grab his hand.

“C’mon, Santi, let’s go” Ben pulled him to stand up.

“Ben, what the fuck-”

Benny moved Santi’s left hand to his waist. “I’m teaching you to dance.”

Frankie glanced over, and started laughing, gesturing for Laci to look at the scene before them. Benny was holding Santi close as Santi watched his feet, Ben yelling at him to keep his eyes up. Will was leaned against the lit lamppost, smiling widely as he laughed at the train wreck before him.

Laci smiled fondly at the pair. Santi and Benny were definitely the most high strung of the group, and between how much they loved each other, how much they loved her, and the demons they both were fighting, tensions sometimes bubbled over, the two of them fighting only second two the Miller boys brotherly bickering. Laci knew Santi was irritated at Ben for knocking the boat over, but refrained from yelling at him for her sack. It was nice to see scenes like this, to see them getting along so well, a reminder of how much they adored each other. Benny looked up to Santi like Benny did Will, and Santi loved Benny like a little brother, both would do anything for each other.

“Hey Laci?” Frankie spoke, drawing her back to look up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy you're here with us.”

“Me too, Frankie” She opted to wrap her arms around him, and danced like that until the song faded out. When the next song started, she heard the ever familiar sound of ‘Leather and Lace’ start. Gasping, she lifted herself off Frankie’s chest and looked to where she thought Santi and Benny would still be “Santi!” But he wasn’t there. She looked around a bit, disappointed he was missing their song, when she felt a tap on her shoulders. 

Santi stood behind her, smiling and handsome as ever. “Miss Lacina” With one hand in front of him and one behind, he bowed, then extended him hand to her. “May I have this dance”

Jumping up a bit, she squealed, then composed herself. Laci curtsied, “You may” she whispered a thank you to Frankie who took his leave as the band started singing Stevie Nicks part. 

Is love so fragile? And the heart so hollow, shatter with words, impossible to follow

It was sloppy, it was not smooth, nor was it nearly as graceful as Santi wanted for her, but he didn’t step on her toes. 

Laci gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You did this, didn’t you? The song.”

Saying im fragile, I try not to be, I search only for something I can’ see. I have my own life, and I am stronger than you know

Smiling, he returned the kiss on her forehead. “Yeah, local bands will play about anything when you pay them good money”

“Santi! You did not”

You in the moonlight, with your sleepy eyes, could you ever love a man like me? And you were right, when I walked into your house, I knew I’d never wanna leave

“I did” he grinned at her. “Anything for my perfect girl”

She snuggled up close to him, not caring about a perfect dance, just wanting him close.  “You know, you never actually asked me to be your girlfriend” She teased with a smirk.

Santi gives a little shrug, a cheeky smile on his face. “We’re just hanging out”

“Hey!” With mock offense, she gently pushes him.

Sometimes I’m a strong man, sometimes cold and scared and sometimes I cry

Santi moved his hands to cup her face, holding her close as she pouted. “I’m kidding, muncequita” He pinches her cheeks before he kissed her little nose. “Will you be my girl?” He let go, taking her hand and girl her a spin, admiring her little skirt twirling up to give a peak of her lavender underwear that he distinctly remembers mouthing over last week. His hands settled on her hips. “Will you go steady with me?”

Laci giggled, beaming at him. “Yes, you goofball.”

First time I saw you, knew with you to light my nights, somehow I would get by

Holding her close, Santi couldn’t help but think how much he’s changed for the better. Will always said she softened him, and it was becoming clear how apparent that was. Not that he was completely softened; he had just killed someone for her two months ago, but he was getting her anger issues underwraps. She had helped him with Frankie over the summer, helping his best friend get sober. And she called him a goofball? Him? No one had called him a goofball since he was a kid. She saw something in him no one else did.

Lovers forever, face to face my city your mountain, stay with me stay

Santiago kissed her forehead and sang along. “I need you to love me, I need you today”

Her hand trailed down his back. “Give to me your leather, take from me, my lace.”

*

Santi helped Laci drag Benny into bed, placing him on his side with a trash can on the floor and a water bottle on the counter; same way they set up Will and Frankie, both of who were also drunk off their ass. Santi had refrained from drinking so he could drive them, and Laci didn’t drink, leaving them to take care of the three drunks.

Waiting at the doorway, Santi watched as she kissed Bennys forehead (this move was reserved exclusively for Benjamin) and thought she’d make a good mom. Santi had never wanted kids before. Not that it was an active decision against, but more than the idea of having kids with someone never seemed like a plausible scenario. His job, his life, the way he was, he didn’t think anyone would even want kids with him. Laci was different. She was so, so different. She was kind, she was patient, she was forgiving. She cared for their friends in a way that makes him think she’d only ever excel as a mother. 

Santiago wraps an arm around her, gently closing the door to not wake Ben, and they retire to the bedroom, Santi getting ready for bed first.

Laci was suspiciously secretive as she grabbed clothes from her suitcase and took suspiciously long getting ready for bed.

“Lace?” Santi called as he sat on the bed in his boxers. “You okay in there? Need anything”

Laci couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes as she heard him. God, what did she do to deserve him? Everything that had happened since her brothers death told her she deserved bad things, and yet, with Santi, those nasty inner voices didn’t stand a chance. He protected her with a ferocity, and loved her so passionately she couldn’t help feel, yes, she deserved everything he gave her, and in turn she’d give everything she could to him. It was a partnership, and she had never felt so whole in her life. “I’m okay, just stay there, I got a surprise for you”

“Ohhhh, a surprise for me?” 

She could almost picture the boyish grin that was sure to be on his face, something that was reserved only for her. Laci looked at herself in the mirror in the lingerie she got earlier that week with Jana, who insisted on buying it for her birthday gift, since she couldn’t be at the cabin due to work. Too skinny, she thought. She always had been, long before drugs took hold or her year being starved, it hadn’t taken much for her to go from skinny to gaunt, it was no wonder Santi still treated her like something delicate. 

Of course, it didn’t help that she dressed the way she did. Laci considered her clothing choices. She often felt she dresses immaturely, pink dresses and ruffles and lace, but she was uncomfortable dressing in what might be considered ‘sexy’. Shopping with Jana, she would tease Laci by holding up leather bra’s or strappy bodysuits that made Laci blush. She wanted to look like, to dress up for what she was about to do. She knew Santi would devour her either way; she distinctly remembers his hands between her legs many a morning, begging for her as she wore sweats.

But tonight was different. Tonight was special.

“Are you ready, Santi?” She called out, taking a deep breath.

“Always, for you.”

She opened the door and Santiago Garcia stood up, flabbergasted. It was no secret that whatever Laci wore had a tendency to make him hard, especially the clothes she wore this weekend, but this was special. This was something he knew she picked out specifically to get a reaction out of him. And a reaction it fucking got.

He walked over to her, the light make up she wore to the dance had been retouched, and the gentle waves Benny had put in her hair still stayed, but to his shame, his eyes were drawn to her body. She wore a bra and panty set, the light pink that always matched her lips and cheeks. It was skimpy, flattering her body type well, but the thing that got Santi’s mind whirring was the mesh. The breasts and the crotch were a thin mesh material, over slightly covered by the flowers embroidered in the cups and panties, but that did fuck all to cover her nipples. 

“Do you like it?” She asked nervously.

“How about this one?” Jana called in the lingerie store.

Laci turned and felt her eyes widen in embarrassment at the damn near contraption Jana was holding up, a leather corset that had so many straps and buckles Laci wasn’t sure which end was up.

“Laci” She said, laughing as she put it back. “Girl I’m just fucking with you.”

Covering her mouth, Laci spoke through her fingers. “Oh my god, is that what Santi wants?”

Jana shrugged. “I dunno, that’s what Frankie always liked” She joked, looking through the lingerie some more, but stopped when Laci didn’t join her. She looked up to see a horrified and embarrassed Laci, and decided to stop teasing her. Jana took her hands and spoke in earnest. “Laci, Santi likes you for you. That stuff” She gestures to the more risque items. “Is more my speed, but he’s not dating me, he’s dating you. Flowy skirts and flowers in your hair and all. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you could wear granny panties and he’d rip them off.”

Laci visibly relaxed at that.

Looking over to the side, Jana spoke again, “Speaking of flowers, what about this?”

“Do I like it?” Santi sputtered out, approaching her. “Baby, if you touched me right now, I’d cum in my fucking boxers.”

Laci was still nervous, wringing her hands together. “It’s not stupid looking? Everything else was leather and crotchless and it just didn’t feel right and-”

Santi dove in with a soul consuming kiss, like he was trying to inhale her, sucking her tongue before pulling back, taking in her body again. “Holy fucking hell, Lace, jesus christ”

She giggled now. “I take it that’s good?”

“Good?! You’re fucking crazy” ‘Good’ was no where near enough to explain how she looked in that. “It’s your birthday but I’m getting the gift” He went for her neck with gentle kisses, but she lightly pushed his back.

“Actually, there's another reason I’m wearing this…” She looked nervous still, but significantly more relaxed, oddly, after feeling Santi’s aching erection pressed against her stomach, knowing how desperate he was for her. 

Santi watched her intently, dialing back how feral he felt for her.

She continued, holding his strong biceps and looking up at him. “I’m ready”

All he could do is blink at her. “For what?”

The pink on her face was evident, even in the dark room, lit only by the full moon pouring in. “I’m ready” She said again, just slightly more assertive, a light smile on her face.

“Baby, all my blood immigrated from my head to Dicktown, USA the second you stepped out in that, you’re going to need to be very clear with me”

Entangling her fingers in his soft curls, peppered in gray, she kissed his lush lips. “For sex, Santi”

The man was too stunned to speak. “Oh shit. Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“I know, baby, I know, But I want to. I trust you” Another kiss, to the corner of his mouth this time. “There’s no one I love and trust more in this world”

Santi grinned at his pretty girl in his arms, hands trailing as he wrapped them around her, toying with the material that barely covered her butt in little flowers. “Tu eres mi flor, mi sol, y mi corazón” He kisses her right cheek. “Mi todos” a kiss on her little nose. “Tu eres el amor de mi vida, mi chica bonita” Finally kissing her lips.

“Tu eres…” she starts, trying to think of the right words “Mi hombre guapo?” Laci asked tentatively.

Santi’s smile split into a wide grin. “Oh yeah? My smart girl can speak spanish?” He kissed her again, this time with a need, with desire, walking her back against the wall, slotting his thigh between her legs, knowing how much she loved to get off on them. 

“S-Santi…” Laci whimpered, chest already flush in the moonlight as Santi worked her up, hands on her hips. “Always feel s’good” She tried to focus on kissing him and moving her body along his bare leg, the boxers having ridden up, the thick curly hair of his thigh adding to the sensations between her still-clothed sex.

“Yeah? You like fucking yourself on my thigh, pretty girl? Could spend my entire life like this, watching you unravel and I don’t even need to take my clothes off. You that desperate? Needy little thing.”

“Only for you” She braced herself against his strong arms, using the leverage to work herself up and down him. “Never felt like this with anyone else, wanna come on your leg, please?” She said breathlessly, little blue eyes pleading.

“Oh baby, I’ll never make you beg.” Santi watched her come apart, and knowing how she reacted when she was close, Santi cupped the back on her head, just in time as she threw her head back, the only thing preventing her from smacking into the wall. “Good girl, my good girl, take what you need, use me, use me to come, sweetness”

She cried out, getting close but her pace was faltering. “Please Santi, it’s too much, need you, need you to help me”

The feeling was too intense, she couldn’t concentrate on her own pleasure, her legs were shaking with her approaching orgasm, but that made it impossible to work herself on him. “Laci, need you to look at me babydoll” He coaxed her blissed out face to him, her lips parted and eyes cloudy in a lusty haze.  “Daddy will take care of his little girl, always, but I can’t have you hitting your head, I need you to rest on my chest, okay? Don’t move, can you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh” She nodded desperately, and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his to keep herself glued to his warmth and his hands moved to her hips, taking over the work for her. She was a doll in his hands, malleable and submissive, but he only used that to bring her pleasure. “Be good for you”

“Good girl” He kissed the top of her blonde head. “I got you, munequita, just relax, focus on the feeling, focus on me” Santiago guides her as she remains tightly nestled in his firm chest. “Think about how good it feels, how wet you are, how sexy you look in that underwear, fuck! Fuck baby, you look so fucking good.”

Tears were brimming in her eyes, her body felt hot and flushed as her core tightened sharply. “I'm your pretty girl” She whimpered, so close to the edge.

Santi beamed; his face buried in her hair. “Yeah you are, you’re my pretty girl, say it again"

"I'm your pretty girl, Santiago, your pretty baby"

Her thighs clenched around him, nails digging into his skin and it was a good thing everyone else was out cold, because Laci shouted his name. He held her close, wrapping both arms around her as she continued to wriggle against him, prolonging her orgasm in the throws of the pleasure he had given her. “That’s it, let go, let me hear those pretty sounds”

With one last whine, she slumped against him, feeling soft and relaxed the way Santi always made her feel. 

“Jesus, Lace” Santi peaked at his watch. “You came in less than five minuets.” he grinned at her. “New record.”

“Did I do good?” Laci, to Santi’s delight, kept wriggling on his thigh, looking up at his, so doe-eyed, so eager. “Wanna make you feel good” She cupped his face, giving him a deep kiss, running her tongue over his lips. “Do I deserve it? Do I deserve you? Please, wanna feel you inside me, want you to claim me” She continued rutting against him. “Want you to make me yours, ruin me so no other man could ever be good enough.”

Fucking hell, he loved when she got like this, when she acted like he was something she had to earn. He said he wouldn’t make her beg, but when she did it on her own volition…

Santi scooped her up, knees be damned, carfully craddling her as he laid her down and- fuck.

“What’s wrong?” Laci saw his hesitation.

“You’re not on birth control, are you?”

She shook her head.

Santi signed, taking all his restraint to not tear apart the flimsy material of her underwear. “I don’t have a condom”

Laci desperately pawed at him, clutching him to her, not wanting his warmth to leave. “Santi, it’ll be fine” A flicker of embarrassment came across her face and she dodged her eyes, looking distant. “Everything cleared up, I promise. I wouldn’t have done anything with you if it hadn’t”

Santi realized what she was worried about. “No! No, baby, I know, I’m not worried about that.”

“It’ll be fine once, Santi, I don’t even know if I can get pregnant“ She was aware that bringing up her trauma wasn’t the sexiest thing.

Santi shook his head. “You’ve been through so much, an unplanned pregnancy would just-”

Laci’s face lit up “I know! Benny!” She exclaimed, scrambling out from under Santiago and pulling the top sheet over her shoulders.

“Laci, what-” But she was out the door, surprisingly bold in her compromising attire barely covered by the sheet. She must really be desperate for it.

She crept into Benny’s room, gently nudging him awake. “Ben. Bennnyyyyy” 

“HM?!” Benny jolts awake, still very drunk. “What’s going on?”

“Benny” She leans over, whispering still. “Do you have a condom?”

A wide, sleepy grin splits across his face. “Aw shiiiit, y’all finally doing it”

Laci returns the grin and nods.

Pointing to the wallet on his bedside, Benny lays back down. “In my wallet, it’s XXXXXXXXXL so I dunno if it’s work for Santi” he jokes, awfully proud of himself. 

Laci grabs what she’s after, kisses Benny’s head, and scampers out the door as Ben mutters something about ‘crazy kids’

“Got it!” She skips in, nearly tackling Santi in a kiss as they roll around on the bed. 

“I hope Benny doesn’t remember this in the morning” Santi mutters between sweaty, wet kisses.

“Santi, please?” 

“So fucking desperate.” He licked a straight line from her collar bone up to her jaw, groping at her tits. “Wanna taste you first”

He feels her shake her head against him. “Just want you, please, I’m ready, I need you, need you inside me”

“Lace-”

She pulled back, pouting. “You said you’d never make me beg”

How could he say no to that? “Can I open you up first? Get you ready to take me? I’ll give you every inch, I promise, Muñequita”

“Okay.” She begins sucking into his neck, giving the bruises Will had earlier remarked on.

Sliding off her underwear, Santi’s rough fingers feel her slicked up core, and he smiled a shit-eating grin. “God damn, all that cum on my leg and you’re still dripping”

Laci smiled, but was in no mood to fuck around, bucking her hips up, before Santi pinned her down with one hand. “Patience, mi vida.” His voice is low and close to her ear before she feels two fingers tap at her lips. “Get them nice and wet for me” With a nip at her collar. “Not that you need it”

When he felt she was accustomed to his fingers, he slowed down, asking gently as he looked her in the eyes. “Would you like to be on top, so you can control the pace, my love?”

Laci thought about this. “Can I start on top, then switched?”

Santi nodded, eyes shining with love. “Of course, baby girl, anything you want.”

Clothes fully off, Santi sat up against the bed frame as Laci knelt before him, straddling his hips as Santi gently kissed her. “I have to ask, one more time… You don’t have to do this because we danced together, or this trip…”

Laci kissed him. “We don’t have to do this because of the trip, or any of the nice dates you take me on, because you take care of me, or you saved me, or because you give me the best orgasms of my life. I want to do this because I love you, I know I’m safe with you, and I trust you to protect me and make me feel good.” She assured him, hands in his hair again and she raised her hips up.

“My good girl, my brave girl, my pretty baby, mi amor” Santi’s lips took her in for a kiss, feeling her inhale as she sank down on him, carefully but not slow. He had prepared her, and she really was ready for him. He groaned, feeling her warmth envelope him, tight and hot and wet, everything she had felt on his fingers but tenfold on his cock. Fucing hell, he was so worked up by this point he had to actively concentrate on not coming. “You okay, baby?”

Laci was enraptured. She fell so full with him inside her, so secure in his arms, and so, fucking, good. “Great, Santiago, you feel so good, so fucking perfect” She began to rock her hips, when Santi hissed, eyes clenched tight and he firmly held her still. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked, hands touching his face, suddenly very concerned. He looked in pain.

Santi shook his head. “Nothin. Just… sit still for a minuet.”

“Why-”

“I’m trying not to blow my load inside you right now” He grunted, taking calming breaths.

A wide, cheeky grin came across her face, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than for Santi to come. Tentatively, she moved on him, and his grip harshed.

His large brown eyes opened. “Lacina…” he said sternly, a warning in his tone.

But all she could do was giggle as she continued moving.

“Fucking brat” Santi leaned over, effectivly switching positions from a giggling Laci straddling him, to make her lay down. The last bit of his resolve falters, and after months of dreaming about it, he begins fucking into her at a punishing pace. “Give me a color, Laci” He checks in, just to be sure.

“Green! Fuck, harder, please? Fuck Santiago, you’re so fucking deep”

Santi leans back, watching himself disappear inside her. “Fucking hell baby, you’re doing to good, can’t believe you’re taking me so well when you’re this fucking tight.”

Her hands tug on his dark and light hair, spurring him on. “Wanted you inside me for so long, you always take care of me, wanna be yours want to make you feel good, daddy”

He kissed the litany of scares sporadically littered across the fair skin, landing on the one on her forehead she always tried to cover with her long bangs. “Always feel so good with you, always. You make me so fucking happy, never been happier than I am with you.” He felt her tightening again and concentrated him hands on giving her more pleasure. “You gonna come again? So soon? Gonna come on my cock?”

“Uh huh” She nods, giggling and smiles melted into a girl on the verge of orgasm, fucked out and sweaty, but ever pretty. “Make me come, please, wanna squeeze your cock when I come, wanna make a mess all over you.”

He felt her fluttering around him, a familiar feeling on his fingers she was about to spill over. “Come for me sweet girl, you earned it. Say my name when you come, fucking say it.”

“SANTI!” She met his eyes as she shouted before it all became tied in with a moan, her legs shaking from orgasm number two. “Thank you, thank you daddy, thank you, thank you.”

His own release had his vision blurring and his hips sputtered, spilling into the condom as he collapsed onto her breathless form. Santi moved to eat her out, determined to give her a third on his mouth, but he felt her grab him.

“You okay, Laci?”

“Yeah” She breathed out, smiling. “M’just too sensitive for another one, is that okay?”

“It’s always okay, pretty girl, always. Lemme get you cleaned up.”

She held onto him. “Can we just lay here for a while? Wanna be close to you”

Santi hoisted her up, draping her over him to lay atop his chest like she used to when they kissed on the couch late at night. He noticed her shiver, the layer of sweat getting cold as the cabin air conditioner blew over them. Santiago pulled the blanket over them. “I love you, Lacina Dumas”

“I love you, Santiago Garcia” She replied sleepily. He had a feeling she was going to be out cold in a few minuets, but he had no problem getting her settled in bed while she slept.

Just before he thought she was asleep, she spoke again, barely awake. “Santi?”

“Yeah Lace?”

“Is Frankie gonna be okay? Benny?”

Fuck, how long had she been worrying about them?

He held her close, kissing her soft blonde hair. “Yeah Lace, they’ll be okay. Might take some time, but I think everyone is gonna be as happy as we are.”

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Wow. Okay. It's real a trip guys.

When I posted the sneak peak into chapter 1 months ago, I didn't think anyone would be interested. and yet, here you all are!!!! I love you all, thank you for joining me on this ride. Laci is very special to me, and this has been a journey. I love exploring her and the guys, getting to know Jana, meeting Lorelei etc. Please let me know your thoughts! This chapter took forever to write!

Comment here if you'd like to be tagged in chapter 1 of Frankies story set in this same universe: Take Your Time, which will start after I get Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside finished.

Frankie’s story starts here, Take Your Time

Also comment if you’d like to continue getting updates for occasional one shots. I have a Valentine’s Day fic planned, and although santi and lacis story will continue through the eyes of the others, I want their big events (I.e. wedding) to have short one shots, so those who don’t want to read the others stories can still keep up with our two fav horny teenagers

Also coming up if you like The Card Counter, my story Black with OCD!William Tell and Autistic!OC

And huuugggeeeeee shout out to my love, @welcometostayingawake for helping me with outfits, for brainstorming developing Jana, and all around being so enthusiatic about something so important to me, always being willing to talk about these guys <3

(p.s. i hope the smut was worth it. I know I edged your for 12 chapters and like. 5 bonus chapters.)

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