#on this day i am blessed. thank you so much again this is *chef's kiss* perfection

[dollietes]

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა mimi’s fic recs !

in summary these are my fav fics that i’ve read recently and are living within the depths of my brain. this is just a way for my to show appreciation for the writers who had written them <3 please support their blogs and check out their other works as well!

please minors dni with the smut works. respect writers and their boundaries!!

f :: fluff / a :: angst / s :: smut

pretty girls make graves by @ijtaimes f

OBSESSED with this series!! the blend of the summer camp setting, the love triangle story, and the clever incorporation of horror elements?@)2)2) and the interactive storytelling it has with the outfit choices and other general choices?? ivy, cousin i love you and your sexy brain. i can’t get enough of it actually!

two peculiar swans by @astralnymphh f / s

WHEN I TELL YOU ALL I RAN LIKE THREE LAPS AND SAT IMMEDIATELY WHEN I SAW IT WAS POSTED. the writinggg!! so top tier! the dialogue, inner monologue how the story just flows so seamlessly?? i’m so excited for the rest of this series bro like aestra ate😋 HYPE IT UP YALL!!

loser!abby by @abbyscherry s

when i tell you all i profusely **** and ***** while reading both of the loser!abby works. like if i speak I would be deemed as insane, a mad woman it’s crazy. read them like bedtime stories before bed😭

cowboy!ellie + this by @catfern s

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWGIRL! COWBOY!ELLIE NATION RISEEEEE. these hcs had me foaming t the mouth like i need someone to hold me back before I ramble about how much I love these hcs and eat them up and will continue to eat up anything cowboy!ellie 😋

in for it by @brackishkittie s

ONE WORD. DIVINE. DELICIOUS. SCRUMPTIOUS. i could not stop smiling like a school girl while reading this it’s embarrassing actually. also vivian’s smau’s >>>> got me into the fandom actually

rockstar!ellie + this by @phantombriide s

i could write a thesis about how much i love this and rockstar!ellie works. like this is what i breathe, i eat, i consume everyday. it is the mantra i read to start my days. my daily reading to begin the day. god bless.

academic rival!abby by @beforeimdeceased f / s

ACADEMIC RIVALS CLENCHES FISTS. RAHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE ITTTTT. every bit of this series had me craving for more oml. like i need academic!rival abby in my bed immediately!

being pregnant with wife!abby by @bayasdulce f

baby fever has hit me once again what can i say?😞 I need wife!abby to take care of me so bad it’s getting sad at this point. I just this broke me down and worsened my baby fever (had me making a pinterest board and everything goodbye😞😞)

neighbour!ellie + this by @loaksky s / f

NEIGHBOUR!ELLIE NEIGHBOUR!ELLIE NEIGHBOUR!ELLIE MY FAV FAV FAV! i remember the influx of them on my dash and trust i was eating good 🍽️ both parts had me folding, giggling, smiling, swinging my feet everything and everything.

try it on by @moncherellie s

another work that got me into the fandom!! I remember reading this for the first time and hiding my face and giggling into my pillow and the audios lord i felt so giddy that night lmao😭

doctor!abby texts by @eightstarr f

doctor!abby has me in a chokehold like that’s my wife and mother of our three children everyone can leave pls and thanks😁 and i mean that with my whole chest. those texts are actual REAL evidence of what our convos look like you all can move (im joking pls don’t take what I’m saying seriously😭) I just am in love with everything zoe puts out because it’s so good and so dear and special to me

cutty love by @totheblood f

anything star puts out tbh >>>>> absolutely in love with cutty love actually! I am a whore for any fluff and PINNING (GIVE IT TEW ME). this is just so soft and sweet and it’s everything I need like uggggh. the audios too just chefs kiss love everything about it!

streamer!ellie hcs by @inf3ct3dd f

SIERRA’S HCS 🔛🔝 SO GOOD EATS EVERYTIME YALL like gen they all have made their home in my brain and I can’t go to bed without at least reading one of them before i hit the hay.

knight!ellie by @heavenbloom f

FIRSTLY written so beautifully?&* i love everything about this and i tend to go back to this work when I’m in need of a fluff fix! I absolutely adore how everything is written yes I’m reiterating my point because ‘green eyes thirsty for the well that was your beauty.’ LIKE WORLD STOP. ARE YOU SEEING THIS?? ‘she was utterly dedicated to you, body and soul, and she would be by your side until her very last breath. it was a fierceness, this love that consumed her, and it was all yours.’ LIKE WTF

partition by @whore4abby s

reserving my *clears throat* thoughts for now but just know * **** **** *** *** ***** **** * **** ***** *********!!! 😁😁😁 everyone should read this ASAP!

sun don’t set by @hier--soir f

another heavenly piece omg!! so in love with the writing in here oh my god. it’s so soft and sweet and it just felt like a warm hug on a cold winters day i just. please read this!!

you love it when i play with you by @ourautumn86 s

i think i like passed out and had three nosebleeds because of this. i think about this more than i should. I think about in the morning, throughout the day and night. my daily read at this point like it’s just sooooo😋😋😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

my love mine all mine by @doepretty f

this one is special to me too like. for one the writing is so beautiful and it made me shed a tear and secondly I melted into a puddle like i want Abby so bad I’m going to be sick.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Thank you to everyone who supported my blog in 2023 🤍

I can't put into words how much I love every single one of you for your support. No matter if you like one fic of mine or my whole blog, no matter if you write me anon or leave a comment. Let me tell you that I appreciate every minor interaction with the stuff I create over here 🤍

When I started this blog in September (I think lol) I was so scared of sharing my thoughts. But you were supportive right from the start, encouraging me to follow my ideas even in times I didn't feel like it. You might not even know how much you helped me through dark times, how much your constant support lifted me up and helped me getting over the shit that happened 2023 (like Shibuya damn). You have become such an important variable in my life that this blog is literally like a baby to me 😭

Thank you for sticking with me through 2023. I hope you'll stay in the new year as well 🤍

Also, I'd like to take this moment to pay a special thanks to my lovely moots:

@belovedvamp I know we basically just started talking, but you seem like such a fun person and I totally relate to your Yuta affection lol. Thank you for supporting my works through your constant likes, comments, reblogs and requests. I hope we'll stay in touch this new year 🤍

@risuola you are such a sweetheart. Not only is your writing chef's kiss and you were one of my first ever obsessions here on Tumblr (you are still lol), but you make me laugh and cry like no other. You literally seem like such a fun person and put a smile of my face the second you post. Please keep up being so damn cool and please NEVER stop writing those amazing fanfics 🤍

@kawaiiakamaru we aren't moots for that long but you are supporting me for so long. Just seeing a comment or a blog entry from you makes me happy, as well as your cute profile pic (please never change it hehe). Your first ever fic was absolutely amazing, please keep up the good work and make sure to tag me in your new fics of this year 🤍

@sorrowfulrosebud it's funny how we met through that dang annoying anon who still keeps bugging you lol. In some kind of way, I'm actually thankful for them. Not because of the nonsense they are getting on your nerves with, but because I got to get in touch with your wonderful blog. You are funny, you seem passionate and are so talented like it's absolutely insane! I hope you finally get to live in peace on your blog and continue blessing my timeline 🤍

@ynackerman9499 first of all let me tell you how absolutely sorry I am for not publishing any of your requests recently. They're all so good I literally don't know where to start 😭 you are such a sweet person, our little talk made me giggle the entire time and I love that we basically have the same taste in anime and anime men hehe. Thank you for supporting my blog and especially looking out for me the whole time, I hope we'll talk again soon 🤍

@sitarawrites you actually were one of my first moots over here and our conversations were priceless. I was so happy when you finally decided to share your great works with us! You are truly such a talented writer who makes us feel the emotions of our favorite jjk characters like none other. Also, I love that you are a badass bitch who takes no shit from others. You are actually my example when it comes to badass characters 😭 I wish you all the best and hope that you get the love, appreciation and clamness you deserve in 2024 🤍

@sunshine7queen you are my no 1 supporter since day one and I love you from the bottom of my heart for it 😭 Everytime I open up my tumblr and see that you left a comment under my works (like you literally always do), I get excited immediately, like why is it so fun to chat with you. Also, you share the greatest treasures when it comes to cool artwork or other fics: you're my greatest source for great content over here! Let me thank you for every comment, every like and every reblog and how you always make me feel good about myself. You are a true sweetheart, stay the way you are and have the lovliest new year 🤍

@wifenanami your obsession for Nanami is just as great as mine and I love you for it. But not only that, you are my number one when it comes to Nanami requests and therefore fics on this blog. Literally half of my Nanami fics exist because of your great request that make me laugh and warm my heart while shattering it and making me cry. Also, your artwork is way too good for this world. Sometimes I go through my requests just to see your pics 😭 Thank you for making my 2023 better with your comments, your aesthetic blog and your request. I hope you're sticking with me through 2024 as well 🤍

@selen1um-hexafluoride you are such a funny person, your blog entries made my day so often that I lost count. Let me tell you that your unnecessary opinions definetely matter to me and that I enjoy every single one of them. You write your hcs like a pro, I literally can't wait to see more of you. Please don't stop writing and make sure to tag me in your works (when you find out how hehe) 🤍

@sanicsmut girl, you're the love of my life. Seriously, since that day you decided to comment under my first ever Choso works you've been by my side and supported my works even though they didn't have your favorites (=Choso and Hiromi lol) in them. Even though we don't chat that often, I love your lil comments under my shitpostings as well as I love to see what's going on over there on your blog. You seem like such a funny talented person it's seriously unfair 😭 Also, see this as a petition for you to post more artwork of yours because it's GORGEOUS! Love ya, thank you for all the support and let me see you again this year 🤍

@lees-chaotic-brain oh Petra, you are such a sweet, passionately and badass chick it makes me all emotional. You were my first moot over there and stuck with me ever since. Even though we didn't talk much these last weeks because we're both pretty stressed, I still adore you and our conversations with all my heart. You are such a strong person, going through all this hate of last year with confidence, not letting anyone getting you down that you have been a true example for me. Despite all the things you've been through, despite all the shit you have to endure, you're still so fucking strong and I truly admire you for it! Also, you are one of my all time favorite writers here on Tumblr - no one does it like you! Let me take this opportunity to thank you. Thank you for being my first ever moot, thank you for listening when nobody else did, thank you for the amazing content you gift us with. I'm so glad I met you and I am beyond glad that you are the person that you are. Let nobody ever take your spark away from you (and I publicy promise to finally get your request done) 🤍

@lizziespoem we didn't hear much from each other the last few weeks, but let me tell you how proud I am that you're looking out for yourself and that you put yourself first. Even though I miss your gorgeous fanfics and to just talk to you, I hope with all my heart that you are doing well my german tumblr bestie (melde dich gerne mal wenn du Zeit und Lust hast) 🤍

@hitori979 you're truly making me emotional. You have to be one of the few people who supported me from day one. Your endless comments, you defending me, you liking my whole stuff. Like...I can't even put into words how much you mean to me. I know how busy you are and that you rarely find the time to scroll through Tumblr and get in touch with my works, but you always make sure that I feel appreciated. Even though you don't even know me (and how I just realized I don't even know your name) you check on me from time to time and cheer me up when I feel down. I love our little conversations about jjk manga, I love your opinion on basically EVERYTHING and I love how geniuely funny you are. Let me tell you that your support means the world to me and that I get excited just when reading your blog name. Let me tell you that your ideas inspire me and are actually the source of like half of my best works! You seem like such a smart and empathic person. I really hope the new year brings you less work stress and all the things you ever wish for. You deserve the world, love. And I will be forever thankful for you finding my blog and deciding to support me through everything 🤍

@lavenderdrxp thank you thank you thank you for your likes, reblogs and comments. I loved our lil chitchat and actually enjoyed chatting with you so much that I hope we'll be able to do it anytime soon again 😭 Also, let me promise you that I'll publish your request this year hehe. Have the happiest new year with new episodes of our favorite anime coming soon 🤍

Okay, now I'm crying a lil on my own. Just...thank y'all. Have the nicest 2024 ever 😭

[allthesmutl0vers]

heyyy!! how are you? hope you’re doing well!

I wanted to ask what happened to “The Fate Of Us” because I went to look for it on Wattpad and noticed it wasn’t there?!

Just wanted to know if you plan on ever picking it up again. That story was my favorite and “Intentions” followed it close by.

But anyways just wanted to ask that quick question. I genuinely hope you’re having a good day and god bless you cuz your stories are *chefs kiss* 😉

Omg thank you so much 🥰 I'm alright, just got over a nasty case of food poisoning and then my period started literally the same night 💀🥲

And Wattpad removed 'The Fate Of Us' for "too much explicit content." 🙄It's why I've moved away from Wattpad as well. Don't worry though I am planning on getting it back up and running again, I've just been recovering the last few days. ❤️ 'Break Me' is available and the Google Doc is linked a few posts down if you haven't read, or want to re-read it while I get TFOU back up and running again.

I'm so happy you enjoyed Intentions as well as TFOU. ❤️ I really needed a message like this today. 🥲🥰 Thank you so so much and I promise it's coming soon!

Xoxo,

SmutL0vers

[klainelynch]

hihi, i just wanted to let you know how much i enjoyed listening to the podfics you recorded for several royai fics. the intonation and pacing you read then in were just chef's kiss and i found myself just playing several of them back to back when i was meant to fall asleep yesterday night. (not that they weren't sleep inducing, i just found myself hooked to the story with the way you narrated them).

I hadn't known about podfics previously but finding out about your page was a huge blessing and i look forward to listening to more tonight!

(i apologise if this seemed sudden but i knew i had to thank you before i got cold feet and convinced myself out of it, once again thank you so much for making them! )

Anon I hope you know that this message made my entire night!!!!!!!!!

I am so glad that you enjoyed my work and that you took the time out of your day to share just how specifically you liked my podfics. I've been struggling to find my podfic spoons for the last few months, so it means a lot to hear that people still enjoy what I've put out into the world. I hope you have an absolutely amazing week 💞💞💞💞

[dukeoftheblackstar]

my sweet darling duchii 🥹 thank you so much for your reblogs and comments on my two fics today!!!!! i woke up this morning from horrible dreams and was just a bit down and out, and your wonderful words and kindness has made me feel so much better 🩵😭 i'm so pleased you enjoyed the kit fisto one especially, i wrote that a long while ago now but it still remains one im most proud of, the comfort and heartache of it is as soothing as it is emotionally stimulating and it's so wonderful to see your response to it. i wrote it to soothe and comfort myself and im just so happy that you have found joy in it. your love means the world and im beyond inspired and so pleased 🥹 thank you so much. and thank u for reading/interacting with the oc x oc piece, it is very much appreciated because those fics never really get much love. so very blessed to know u. thank for your friendship, your efforts and your readership - you're really the best darling!!! so nice to have a friend who is as unhinged about the sexy jedi aliens as i am!!!!!!!!! 💚 i hope you are having a fabulous day, mwah

Omg Moonie ;//////////////; I love you so damn much ♥♥♥ You're so sweet and humble and kind and sweet and perfect ;///////; ♥♥

I'm sorry that you had horrible dreams and I'm very glad me going a sjdkajdlkjdlaj all over your fics helped! They're honest feedback because I really enjoyed reading them and I am officially Mimi x Indi stan? ;//////////; I must say it is very steamy and I am very much into that!

You and @pumpkinmischief's ocs are both lovely and well built! I hope you get to write more about your oc cause I know pumpkin's got her going with Cad ♥

Sexy Jedi aliens be our jam ♥♥♥ Kit is such a beautiful god that I would happily thirst-worship with you ♥ The way you described him is so poetic and perfect and I melt over it! I'm sorry it took me five times to read it because I can dish out a review because it was that good, and I genuinely mean it.

Kinda wanna be her because omg Kit, please? It's a beautiful one shot in itself because it really is just a one-time thing and it's so #corememory!!! I would cherish it so much and the ending is just.. *chef's kiss*

If you ever decide to write him again or Mimi and you decide on a taglist, I'd like to be part of it ♥ I'm crushing on Mimi because she's this pop-queen-princess in my head and she's probably just unhinged as my oc e//////////e.

I love you, Moonie ♥ Hope your everyday is every-better and you get more sweet and saucy dreams ♥ @eloquentmoon ♥

[sordidmusings]

hey :) first id like to thank you, thats a lot of effort you have put into my request already! damn! i feel honoured <3

Honestly, all of your ideas sound great - if id have to pick one tho, id go for the first one (its cute af ahhhh). Love the songs too - your ideas with the nirvana song? chefs kiss. (the second one if you would like to add it, but im feeling like im asking for too much already)

As for formalities, Id like to request female reader, im fine with both nsfw and sfw (maybe sfw that turns into nsfw if thats not too much to ask?)

(oh and kid with canines? yes please.)

I’m glad you like my ramblings 😭🩵 sending hugs and kisses❣️

This section of the writing process is the effort that feels like zero effort to me haha I could pump out stuff like that all day it’s the getting the actual prose down that gets me in turtle mode 💀 brainstorming though?? That shits the addicting stuff and why I have no less than ten million things I wanna write at any given moment lol it’s one of the reasons why I think I wanna try posting about my AUs and stuff and more headcanons and fanon ideas so that my blog isn’t constantly a ten times reanimated zombie anymore 🤡

BUT that aside! I’m excited to work with the idea you like! Emotionally constipated alpha Kid it is 🫡 bless up because that’ll break the seal on abo for me here and truly, those fangs on him are lethal 😩

And sfw that becomes nsfw is not too much to ask don’t you worry 🤍

I’m also glad you like the Nirvana song thoughts! That song and that lyric are some favs of mine. That whole album honestly 💀 and I am Too Full of little song associations and ideas for characters and idk how to share them cuz I def can’t write all of them. Maybe I’ll do something like make posts of each chara and have the songs under with why the song makes me think of them or little drabbles or how I think a song fic for it would go? No clue yet lol

Thank you again sweet anon❣️

[yandere--stuck]

Actually Yknow what....I got some time let’s fucking play with this idea. For context, the reader is a warrior resting in Elysium, after spending their life fighting for the gods and goddesses. This might be trash but HERE YA GO (Honestly not sure how to space dialogue, so if it seems repetitive just know I didn’t wanna have 13 different dots, also slight NSFW warning.)

Life in Elysium was monotonous to say the least. After your taxing mortal years of fighting foe after foe, brutalizing the competition and proudly displaying your scars in honor of the gods, spending your time lounging around was a mental shock. Of course it was wonderful to know that you were recognized for your work, but still. You couldn’t deny it was wonderfully relaxing though. Just...a little too relaxing.

You would’ve said the same for today, had a rather well built man (you’d love to take him in a fight) not wandered up to you. “Hello there! Hate to disturb you, but I was wondering if you had seen any tall solemn looking man, grey hair and a black cloak? Rather mean looking fellow-“ The young man seemed to choke on his words as your eyes traced over his frame. His face was burning hot, mouth dry and something in his chest thrumming as your irises finally met his. Why in gods name did they hypnotize him? Were you a gorgon in your past life?

“Are you alright there? If your head got knocked in battle, I’d be happy to take a look at it. Tended to myself enough times to be considered a healer!” Chortling, you stood from the soft grass and began to gently maneuver him to the ground. “I...yes I did hit my head. I’m Zagreus, I should’ve said that sooner.” Zagreus’ voice faded towards the end of the sentence as your hands began to card softly through his hair. He’d have to get on Hypnos for making him feel drowsy in the middle of this meeting. A hum was the only response you got, and a mutter of your name as you continued to work through and apply a slab to any cuts.

The prince only awoke when he heard grunting, fearing that it was some absent minded warrior wishing to challenge him as some final show of strength or some entertainment. Well, he’ll have them know he isn’t just a one stop shop for free shows. Rushing to stand, heterochromatic eyes focusing on a bleary form. An odd form of spear, the bladed part lengthier than most, stabbed viciously into a nearby tree trunk. The multiple holes and torn bark showed how much the flora had been abused. Zag would’ve been more concerned, had your toned arms now ripped it out. Heat pooled in his stomach as he watched your muscles flex in the natural light of the gardens.

Soon enough, you started to offer sparring with him, wishing to help train him before he continued on his journey which you had heard so much about from the boy. In return, war stories and fierce battle tales were exchanged, even a presentation of the marks gained from them. And every single time the youth felt that same warmth, the way his face would flush as you complimented his form, how you fretted over his injuries and how close you got during your sessions. How your spear felt so cool against his throat as you straddled him, panting next to his ear as you attempted to regain your breath. “Wonderfully done my friend. You’re getting better ever time. Perhaps you’ll pin me one day.” “...I’m perfectly fine with you pinning me.” “Hm?” “Nothing!”

He couldn’t help but bring you up to Nyx, asking for advice on how to possibly handle it. The night seemed hesitant on responding, part of her hoping it was just a crush. She forced herself to mutter about mates, how you just knew when you had found them.

And with the might of Olympus, the boy took it and ran with it. The two of you were MADE for each other. You were his. All his, body, soul and mind all made just to work along side him. And much to his delight (and the delight of his libido if we’re being honest here), he was yours. The prince belonged to you, and you only. Carrying himself with newfound delight and purpose, Zagreus slashed and gruesomely tore his way through the underworld to you. Mates. Zag was so sure of the happiness that would wash over you, how you’d embrace him and finally, finally mean it when you pressed him against the wall. When you grinded against him as his hands clung desperately to your hips in an attempt to ground himself. Gods the boy wouldn’t even mind if he lost himself as you finally physically marked him as yours.

OH MY GODDDDDD ZAG ANON YOURE SUCH A TALENTED WRITER!!!!! I FEEL SO HONORED TO BE ABLE TO READ THIS ITS AMAZING!! IN LITERALLY LIKE 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 HHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!

Somebody get Zag some Refreshing Nectar he's way too thirsty jsjvdjvcs

[garfinkelstingle]

social media au | sebastian stan

pairing: sebastian stan x celebrity!reader

a/n: hope you’re having a nice day xx

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram the album’s out the album’s out the album’s out

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yourfan37 I CANT BELIEVE THE ALBUMS FINALLY OUT YESYESYES

yourfan04 brb gonna go stream this masterpiece and cry myself to sleep with how proud i am of yourinstagram

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selenagomez yes! so proud of you ❤️

yourinstagram thank you s 🥺🥺

alexademie wait what’s out?

yourinstagram THE ALBUM IS!!!!!!!!

yourfan29 aoty material i said what i said

imsebastianstan ❤️

yourinstagram my muse ❤️

yourfan73 not y/n calling sebastian her muse i’m not okay someone come give me a hug 😭😭😭

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rollingstone important thing to note: the new yourinstagram album is really, really, really good. hit the link in bio to read our in depth review, and to hear her talk all about what inspired this dreamy and whimsical work of art.

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yourfan81 this cover shoot is a work of art in itself i mean???? LOOK AT HER

yourfan05 god really said “let’s make perfection” and then made y/n

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swiftie13 taylorswift collab with y/n coming when????

yourinstagram thank you for the lovely spread and the even lovelier review!! can’t wait to hang with you guys again ❤️

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sebastianfan73 imagine getting a whole ass album written about you??? i mean i cant but do you know who can?? SEBASTIAN FREAKING STAN!!!!!!!

yourfan85 brb gonna print all of these pictures and hang them all around my room to be blessed by y/n’s beauty 24/7 🥲🥲🥲

imsebastianstan

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sebastianfan38 the cuteness someone send help

yourfan20 IM SORRY WHAT JUST HAPPENED

marvelfan95 petition for y/n to join the mcu to play bucky’s gf i dont even care WHO she’s playing as long as we get to see their chemistry on screen 🥺

yourinstagram y’all calm your horses he meant to credit my impeccable photography skills that’s all

imsebastianstan obviously. did anyone think otherwise?

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anthonymackie ay sebastian who gave you permission to look at the camera like this? it’s making ME feel things.

yourinstagram that’s what i said!

sebastianstan48 i just want for someone to look at me and feel about me the way imsebastianstan looks & feels about yourinstagram is that too much to ask?? 😭

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yourfan73 CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO PERFORM YOUR NEW SINGLE!!!!

yourinstagram neither can i <3

willowsmith gorgeous

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yourfan36 the album is soo good you better win a brit for it otherwise i’m throwing hands

sebastianfan95 i know right??? i’m not the biggest fan of her earlier work but this album is a true masterpiece it’s just *chef’s kiss*

imsebastianstan rude you didn’t ask me to be your date but ok

yourinstagram babe we’ve been dating for three years and you’re literally sitting in the car next to me rn… what did you expect a written invitation???

imsebastianstan as a matter of fact YES

yourfan29 not y/n and seb having the most wholesome conversation of all time in the comment section what? 😭😭😭😭

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sebastianfan28 sebastian stan is the godliest man to ever walk on earth i said what i said

sebastianfan99 no thoughts head empty just anthony mackie saying “you ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets? he's gonna get arrested because he's killing all the ladies” on a loop

yourinstagram damn sugar he’s fine

yourfan44 nothing will ever be funnier to me than y/n simping for sebastian the same exact way we do i guess celebrities really are just like us huh????

sebastianfan37 sebastian stan > every other man in this universe

sebastianfan90 periodt!!!!!!

marvelfan29 the best bucky we could’ve possible asked for ❤️

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THIS. IS. AMAZING.

I love love loved the vibe of this series from the start and read it first thing in the morning. I usually don't read a lot of OC third-person fics but I'm already yearning for these two. I'm attached to both frankie and camila already fgbgf and I adore the fact that he calls her Mila. I felt I was right alongside them, the car, the bar, the bedroom. There's something about your writing that always feels so personal and ethereal, like the drive just felt like a movie scene and I love it. I also really enjoyed the way you threaded the songs into the fic, stunning.

The smut had me biting into my pillow 🥵

When he snapped his hips up to meet her half-way, she stuttered, bowing her head until she was muffling a loud moan into the crook of his neck, movements suddenly erratic. Frankie repeated the motion, again, and again, and again, the arm around her hips keeping her in place as he fucked up into her, each thrust punching the air out of her with a low cry.

I died, this is my favorite thing ever. I'm gonna be thinking about this all day, their chemistry is just *chefs kiss* and I loved the next morning (tho I was said both mila and frankie got cockblocked by mama morales dfbvfdgbvf)

Alba!!! I'm in love with her, I really like the name and how understanding Mila was, bless her sweet sole 🥺 and the way she place oranges in frankie's plate ughhh my heart. And Santi made me giggle dfvfdvf

I am so so excited for the rest, thank you so much for sharing!

you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

one. you make loving fun (sweet wonderful you)

content (for this chapter): smut, drinking, bad jokes and flirting, cursing, fluff, some insecurities (both frankie and camila), child surprise (not a pregnancy fic), general softness, mentions of food, some lengthy prose

word count: 9.1k

a/n: she is here. i've wanted to write something inspired by fleetwood mac for so long and frankie (alongside @lcvenderblues meddling, ily) just lends himself so well for it. as i've mentioned in the series notes, this was supposed to be shorter but, in true me fashion, not only did it turn into a never-ending thing, i also somehow ended up with camila (whom i love dearly). so there you have it. i'm also currently without a beta reader so if you see mistakes just... pretend you didn't

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“We didn’t necessarily do things the proper way–Will would say we actually did them backwards, which I think is just partially true, I’m not giving you the satisfaction, Miller. You see, when I first met Frankie we didn’t say a single word to each other for exactly three minutes and thirty-four seconds–and I know that, because that’s the exact duration of You Make Loving Fun. Technically, the first thing I said to him was Sweet wonderful you, and after all this time I still stand by those words. We could’ve done things in order, we could’ve done everything scrambled through whatever amount of time, but the result would still be the same–Francisco, my sweet wonderful you, you really do make loving fun.”

Frankie couldn’t remember the last time he’d belted out to a single song while driving–if he drove alone, the music would be loud and he would just keep the rhythm by tapping the steering wheel or nodding his head, never taking his eyes off the road; if somebody else was with him, there would either be no music or he’d just feel too self-conscious to sing.

Yet there he was, a drop too much of tequila in him (in the morning he would chastise himself for the rashness of his actions), windows down and music high, singing his heart out with a woman he’d just met at his side, her hair whipping wildly in the wind, McVie’s bass making the speakers of his truck tremble.

He hadn’t planned any of it–he was meant to go to the bar, have a drink, maybe two, and then go back home and fall asleep on the couch with a movie he wasn’t even interested in. But he’d turned in his seat as You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac had started, and met the eyes of this woman–dark hair, big smile–who, pointing directly at him, had started singing and beckoned him forward. He wished to pretend it had been the beer’s fault, making him stand almost immediately, but truth was he was completely enthralled by her.

Frankie had danced with her as she sang along with the song, her hands in his, her body warm against his–they’d kissed before knowing each other’s names, her own shouted into his ear: Camila. He’d laughed, offered to buy her a drink, two, three, the conversation flowing so easily they’d found themselves moving outside for a smoke, and then to his car, where she’d seen the Rumors album tucked in a compartment of the truck and her eyes had lit up.

He hadn’t thought he’d end up bringing somebody home, but her enthusiasm had warmed his chest, and suddenly he found himself kissing that smile off her lips as they stumbled into his house tangled together, shedding shoes and jackets through the corridor until they fell into bed.

She huffed a breath when he landed on top of her, laughter bubbling in her chest as she pulled back from the kiss and regained her breath, raking her hands through his hair while he lifted his head and, wide-eyed, looked down at her flushed face.

“Sorry,” he muttered, arms bracketing her head, as he lifted himself off of her, kneeling between her parted thighs–he lowered his gaze to where her dress had bunched up around her hips, uncovering her legs and giving him a peek of her underwear. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and when he looked back up a grin crossed her lips. “You alright?”

“Being crushed under someone’s weight was not how I imagined I’d go,” she snorted, hands falling to his shoulders, down to the front of his button up–it was already wrinkled from her touch, and as she thumbed a button he arched his eyebrows and lowered one hand to her skin, fingers brushing across her exposed collarbones.

“That’s a bit dramatic,” goosebumps crossed her skin in the wake of his touch, smile still pulling at her lips. He lowered his head into the crook of her neck, lips brushing her pulse point–he felt her heart jump under his mouth and grinned against her skin. “Feels like you’re alive to me.”

She laughed again, the sound making Frankie’s smile widen, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck, throat, chest, following the path he’d traced with his fingers down to the neckline of her dress and then further down, across the wrinkled fabric, her back arching as he moved down and down and down, a shuddering breath making her chest heave.

His hands followed, a too brief touch over her chest, cupping her breasts before moving to her hips, pulling the dress further up until her stomach was exposed and he could kiss the bare skin there, right above the waistband of her underwear as he caressed down her thighs, pulling them up slightly, parting her legs furthermore to slot himself with his shoulders underneath her knees.

His shoulders had been the first thing she’d noticed in the blinking lights of the bar, broad and constricted by his shirt, tugging at the top button she’d undone while they were dancing with a grin–he’d lifted his arms at some point, shirt riding up his stomach and giving her a peek of a sliver of skin. She’d thought about kissing the skin there, just as he was doing with her, the gentle scratch of his beard making her shiver.

“You don’t have to -” she gasped when he nipped her inner thigh, hips lifting off the bed with a curse muttered between her teeth that had him chuckle and look up.

“Where would the fun be in that?” he kissed her thigh again, moving slightly up as he hooked his arms around her legs and placed his hands above her hips. “Let me make it good for you, baby.”

A shudder of anticipation ran down her spine at his almost-request that had her flushing and push herself onto her elbows–she barely shifted over the bed, his hands keeping her pinned down.

“Is that the tequila talking, Francisco?” he grinned as she reached down, tracing his jaw with the tip of her fingers before pinching his chin gently, angling his head as if to lean over and kiss him. He liked the way she said his name, r rolling off her tongue, hissing s, hard c.

“A little,” he admitted, thumbs playing with the hem of her dress. He wasn’t drunk to the point of not remembering anything the following morning, but just enough to act cocksure. “But I mean it–only if you want to.”

Camila bit down on her bottom lip, another rush of excitement running through her–between the dancing, the drinking and Frankie’s kisses, every single part of her felt aflame. She dragged her thumb across the seam of his mouth, his lips swollen and slightly red in the dim lights of the bedroom parting under her touch–his pupils dilated, eyes dark and expectant. When she nodded, a shimmer crossed his gaze, and after kissing the palm of her hand he lowered his head between her thighs, pulling her gently closer to him–Frankie was eager, and with a loud sigh she fell back onto the pillows.

His lips never wandered too far from the soft skin of her inner thighs, peppering gentle kisses as he tugged her underwear down, parting just enough to expose her–the cooler air of the room hit her core right before he bowed his head, a kiss to her mound that had her eyes flutter shut. Pinning her hips down, Frankie pressed the flat of his tongue against her slit, and the moan that ran up her spine at his first taste of her made her shudder, hands grasping for the covers at her sides.

Another muttered curse left her lips as he dragged his tongue up to the apex of her core, her legs threatening to close around his head when he nudged her clit–he kept her thighs apart, fingers digging into the flesh as he glanced up at her. She kept her lips parted, short bursts of air leaving her each time he repeated the motion, lapping again and again, his tongue coated in her slick to the point he couldn’t feel the aftertaste of alcohol anymore.

Her thighs burned where his beard dragged with the motions of his head, muscles trembling as he picked up his pace, the noises filling the room almost obscene–had she been a little more sober, she would’ve felt herself flush with embarrassment, granted she could get past how good he felt. When he wrapped his lips around her clit, she clenched around nothing and moved one hand into his hair, tugging onto the locks somewhere between pulling him away and pushing him closer.

He moaned in response to the burn across his scalp, the vibrations making her back arch off the bed–again he pinned her down, hand spreading across her stomach, her muscles tensing under his touch. He shifted his arms, one half-draped across her hips with his hand reaching up, past her belly and towards her chest, underneath the now ruined dress–the other tucked into his side, hand dipping between her legs.

“Jesus, Frankie,” she moaned his name when he pushed his digit inside her, a mix of spit and her own slick aiding his movement–one knuckle, two, her chest heaving and she pulled onto his hair again, his name falling like a chant from her lips. He lifted his head then, enough to get a glimpse of her face–eyes glossed over, she looked down towards him and trembled at the sight of his glistening lips.

“This alright?” his voice was raspier, a little hoarse, caressing the skin of her stomach like a ripple of warm water. She nodded, eagerly enough her hair ruffled all around her head, and rocked her hips slowly into his touch. He began pulling his hand back, the drag of his finger making her moan and drop her head back.

“Please,” with a sigh, her hand heavy on his head, she arched towards him–he lowered his mouth to her again, tongue flicking over her enlarged clit as he slowly sank two fingers back inside her.

Frankie’s pace was agonizing, alternating between curling and pumping his fingers, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Camila had the fleeting thought she could not remember the last time someone had made her feel so good, right before he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot she never managed to reach on her own, and simultaneously sucked her clit–her vision flashed white as her legs locked around his head, orgasm washing over her with a broken moan of her own.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered breathlessly, hands slowly reaching for her chest–her fingers interlocked with Frankie’s over her stomach as he pulled his head up, the hair locks she’d tugged at falling messily over his forehead as he chuckled, the tip of his tongue peeking between his glistening lips.

“Thank you?” he tilted his head slightly, cheek brushing her red-marked thigh as her legs eased from around his head, falling heavily still over his shoulders. She snorted, squeezing his hand and letting her eyes flutter shut as he shifted upwards.

With her free hand, she took hold of his shirt, tugging him up to her until she was kissing him again, bracketing his hips between bent legs as he leaned his weight on her once more, their joined hands moving up across her body, her skin warm even through the bunched up dress and his shirt.

Frankie rutted his hips into her when she licked into his mouth, a muffled moan as her whole body shuddered at the drag of his jeans growing too tight. She locked her thighs around his hips, belt digging into the soft, uncovered, already slightly reddened skin, and with the hand previously interlocked with his, she reached for his hair and tugged slightly.

He huffed out a surprised breath when he found himself on his back, both her hands now on his chest to push him fully down as she tilted her head, hair tumbling to the side as she left a trail of kisses down his patchy beard, his neck, button after button undone by deft fingers until his shirt fell open and she was kissing his chest, the room rocking slightly in his hazy vision. He bucked his hips again as she undid his belt.

“Top drawer,” buckle, button, zipper, some of the tightness against his bulge easing as his hands quickly fell to her uncovered knees, trailing up and up to sneak underneath the dress that had fallen back down her frame.

“What?” words slurred against his skin, she was kissing his shoulder, shrugging his shirt off fully as she did. He sighed heavily at her insistent kisses, at her fingertips dragging down his arms to bare him, the tickle of her unbound hair to his other shoulder and chest.

The last thing he wanted was for her to move away, so he wrapped one arm around her waist, pushing her close to him–in doing so, her knees slid up a little and she settled on his stomach as he shifted up across the bed, moving one hand away to reach for the nightstand, blindly grabbing a silver-wrapped condom, movements hasty and quick as she went back to kiss his neck, grinding down on him with soft whines. He followed the movements of her hips with his free hand spanning against her side, dress wrinkling under his touch.

Camila pulled away almost abruptly, a little gasp leaving her lips as she straightened her back with her hands resting on his chest–her fingers pushed gently into him to balance herself before reaching for the bunched up hem of her dress and pull it over her head, letting her hair fall right down over her shoulder.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” her hands once more resting on his chest, Frankie’s fingertips dragged up her side–knee, thigh, hip, waist, thumbing the soft skin underneath her breast and making her sigh softly, eyelids fluttering shut as a smile still pulled at her lips.

“‘Cause you look real pretty,” he shifted his hands past her legs to tug down the rest of his clothes, the movement making her lean her weight forward, fingers curling against his chest as she snorted–and felt her face heat up.

“Lights are off, Francisco,” she lowered her face to him, simultaneously lifting her hips from his as he kicked off his trousers and underwear almost impatiently, belt-buckle clicking somewhere on the floor over the edge of the bed.

“Would you like them on?” the sound of the foil ripping made her eyes wander downwards across his body–she licked her lips at the sight of his hard length, tip red and leaking resting against his stomach. “Mila,” he called her softly–so softly she shuddered, lowering her lips to his in a quick kiss.

“I don’t want you going anywhere,” with one hand cupping his chin, she spoke against his mouth, his lips parting to chase another kiss as he rolled the condom on, reaching to grab one of her hips right afterwards, slowly guiding her down.

Camila moaned into his mouth as the tip of his cock nudged her entrance, her legs parting a little more around his hips to give him more room as she sank further down his length. The stretch had her dig her fingers slightly into his cheeks, working his jaw open as he now gripped both her hips, steadying her movements.

“Fuck, it feels good,” between one kiss and the other, inch after inch, Camila began pulling her head back. “So good,” muttered over and over as she moved her hand down–Frankie felt the blunt edge of her nails across his neck, chest, fantasized about there being marks the day after. “You feel so good, Frankie,” she cried out his name as she straightened her back and sank fully down on him.

They remained still for a moment, panting as they both adjusted to the position, a slow, gentle grinding on her part as she tipped her head back, hands resting on his chest–Frankie’s heart felt like it was about to burst out of him and rest on her palms, the grip on her hips tightening as he groaned softly.

“Look at you,” he hummed, kneading her flesh as he pushed himself in a seated position–her hands slid from his chest to his shoulder to the back of his neck, again a gentle scratch that rose goosebumps in its wake. The shift of positions made her sigh heavily, eyes fluttering shut as she bit down on her bottom lip and her chest heaved, pressed flush against Frankie’s. “Tan hermosa,” he mouthed against her exposed throat, seconding the next rock of her hips with one of his arms wrapping around her lower back.

She squeezed around him at his words, tiny breathless gasps at his words and the push of his arm, her back arched and her thighs trembling again. One of her hands threaded through his hair, a tingle spreading across his scalp when she tugged on the strands–but she did not pull him away from her neck as he kept kissing her, tongue dragging across her collarbones, tasting the salt from her skin. He could stay like that the rest of the night, he thought, buried to the hilt inside of her, nursing hickey after hickey on her soft skin, listening to her uttered praises.

But then Camila began moving, rolling her hips once, twice, held back moans trapped in her throat each time she lowered herself fully onto him, taking on a rhythm that had stars shimmer at the edges of Frankie’s vision–he knew then, resting his free hand behind him for balance, digging his heels in the mattress, that he was not going to last long, the smooth drag of her walls up and down his length pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

When he snapped his hips up to meet her half-way, she stuttered, bowing her head until she was muffling a loud moan into the crook of his neck, movements suddenly erratic. Frankie repeated the motion, again, and again, and again, the arm around her hips keeping her in place as he fucked up into her, each thrust punching the air out of her with a low cry.

“C’mon, baby,” he tutted, nosing at her cheek. “Let me hear you. Let me hear you, I’m close, so fucking close, so–” he groaned when she picked up the rhythm again, half-moons craved by her nails into his shoulder and a louder moan leaving her. “Attagirl.”

Camila did not hold back after that, the encouragements he kept murmuring through kisses making her dizzy, making her stomach flutter–thighs trembling, her rhythm started to falter again, clenching around him.

“Can feel you–little more, baby, just a little more,” he moved his hand from her back to her hip, reaching with his thumb to the apex of her core. She gasped at his touch, the quick, small circles he drew over her clit as he twitched inside of her–her lips on his neck brought his orgasm forth, dragged it on until she stilled with a cry of his name.

She went heavy against him, hot, long breaths caressing his skin as she clung to him, and slowly he shifted back, bringing his arm around her waist again to keep her close, guiding her to lie down on top of him. She peppered his neck and shoulder with small kisses, brushing her hand through the hair on top of his head, each strand standing on edge under her touch.

“You keep doing that, you might just be the death of me,” he murmured, the sudden quiet broken only by their breathings. Camila chuckled, grazing her teeth against his neck–he tilted his head and gave her more space, her kiss lingering over his pulse point.

“Feels like you’re alive to me,” she echoed his words, and Frankie laughed, his whole body shaking with it. She placed one final kiss on his neck and he could feel the smile on her lips before she rolled onto his side, a sigh leaving her before she moved one hand to her hip.

“You alright?” he asked softly, turning his head towards her. Her eyes were closed, eyelashes brushing her flushed cheeks, and her lips were curved in a smile still, as she slowly rubbed down her upper thigh.

“Haven’t done this in a while,” she returned, and he brought his hand over hers, pressing down gently to massage her flesh. She sighed again, relieved, lowering her chin to his shoulder. “Just need a moment.”

“You can stay, it’s alright,” she flickered her gaze up at him, a few rapid blinkings before he leaned in, placing an almost ridiculously chaste kiss against her lips before pulling back. “I’ll be right back.”

She hummed softly, her eyes shutting right away as her hand fell to the empty space previously occupied by him, fingers curling as if seeking to hold onto the warmth he’d left behind. His gaze lingered a moment longer on her, the way her hair fell across the covers and around her head, soft waves now tangled. He didn’t need any brighter light to see how beautiful she was, her body curling up onto herself as her breath slowed down furthermore.

When he returned from the bathroom, mere moments later, the air in the room was heavy with the smell of sex, but underneath lingered that scent that had driven him wild from the bar–rosemary, fresh and pungent and somewhat familiar. Camila’s body was completely wrapped up in his covers, untucked and twisted from the bed, only the top of her head peeking from underneath, the whole thing shifting slowly in tandem with her breathing.

“Mila,” he called her name softly, just leaning against the edge of the bed with the towel he’d brought for her resting on his forearm. “You’re hogging all the covers,” he whispered with a smile, and a quiet groan left her–a noise of protest as she shifted and lifted one arm, uncovering herself and the empty side of the bed. All through it, she did not open her eyes.

Chuckling, he climbed by her side, leaving the towel on the nightstand and shifting close, until her warm skin touched his again. She dropped the covers and her arm back down, right across his chest, and bowed her head until her forehead was pressed to his shoulder, the other arm tangling with his, interlocking their hands together.

Frankie looked down towards her again, unable to help the delicate smile curling his lips, and ever so slowly leaning in to brush his lips to her forehead. She squeezed his hand at that–the only acknowledgment she managed to give other than another soft sigh, warm hair brushing down his shoulder. So he said nothing else–there was no need to–and just fixed the covers until she was fully covered. It didn’t even matter he was still partially uncovered, the sheets mostly tangled around her body instead–he was warm enough with her at his side.

When Frankie opened his eyes, he realized he’d slept all through the night without waking a single time–no nightmares, no fear for his child needing him all of a sudden, and the warmth radiating from the body next to him a comfort he hadn’t felt in a while. The morning sun filtered through the drawn curtains, hitting the lower edge of the bed with feeble rays, and though his head hurt terribly he forced his gaze to shift at his side.

He shouldn’t have drank that much–he wasn’t used to it anymore.

Camila had abandoned her curled up position during the night, shifting almost onto her front with one leg hooked over his, and her arm still draped across his chest, fingers extended towards where his farther hand was. The hand he’d fallen asleep holding was tucked under her chin, just above his shoulder, and was pushing upwards slightly, so that a pout formed on her lips–his own arm was stuck underneath her, a little numb, disappearing underneath her curtain of hair.

Her eyelids shifted as if chasing a dream, her breathing still even, and against his side Frankie could feel her heartbeat, regular and soothing. Shifting ever so slightly, he tried to angle his body to face her, but her arm tightened around him, and a groan of protest left her as she pushed herself closer, brows knitting in a frown that was immediately covered by her hair falling across her face.

“Sorry,” he murmured softly, mouth parched. He reached forward with his free hand, brushing the locks back and tucking them behind her ear. There was a smudge of mascara underneath her eye, and he cupped his hand over her cheek to rub at it gently. She hummed, leaning into his touch before slowly licking her lips, smacking them a couple of times.

“What time is it?” she blinked several times in his direction, frown returning until she cleared her vision and he came into focus, brown eyes wide that showed her smile before he glanced at her mouth. “Hi,” she whispered, almost breathless, and Frankie chuckled.

“Hi,” he repeated, mimicking her smile. “Still early, I think. I have no idea where my phone is,” he cleared his throat–he needed some water desperately, but couldn’t bring himself to move away from her. “You can get some more sleep, if you want.”

“Do I look that terrible?” she turned her lips in an exaggerated pout, moving her hand across his chest, shoulder, following the curve of his neck before she was cupping his jaw, thumb brushing across his patchy beard.

“Quite the opposite,” some boldness from the night before clung to him still, in that moment of otherness from the rest of the world they were lingering in, in tangled limbs and tentative touches. Though she attempted to maintain her expression of mock-offense, a grin broke across her lips–lips he was glancing at over and over–and a flush spread across her cheeks. She grew warmer, pressing herself into his side.

“Even without the alcohol?” she teased, the tip of his nose brushing his–neither of them seemed to care about morning breath, or the way both their mouths felt padded with cotton. As long as they were close. Closer.

“Especially without the alcohol,” he retorted with a nod, rubbing the tip of his nose to hers.

She kissed him with a smile still on, scratching his jaw as she pushed herself up to meet him, and he let his hand wander back, fingers brushing through her hair until he cupped the nape of her neck. Camila sighed in the kiss, and he took advantage of her parted lips, licking into her mouth as her whole body went soft and heavy against his.

Frankie moved slowly, slotting his leg between hers as he shifted on his side, deepening the kiss and then moved again, guiding her until she was lying on her back, and he hovered over her, forearms bracketing her head as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and parted her thighs to accommodate his hips.

He groaned when she arched her back to cant her hips towards his, a muffled whine at the rub of his underwear he’d pulled on before getting into bed against her bare core. It was suddenly clear to him that it hadn’t been the alcohol making him dizzy the night before, but her, her kisses, the way her body pressed against his, the soft sounds she fought to hold back.

For a moment, that was all he heard–the rustling of the covers, her breathing quickening, his heart beating faster, louder, his name hanging from her lips once and twice and then again–and then the doorbell rang, and Frankie’s head snapped upwards.

“Were you expecting someone?” Camila asked, a little breathless, turning her head towards the door of the bedroom, the echo of the doorbell breaking the glass that had shielded them from outside, from the day ahead.

“I think it’s my mother,” he spoke in a lower voice, flinching at his own words, and the woman’s eyes widened as he snapped her gaze back towards him, a hint of panic crossing her face. “It’s alright, she’s just–she’s not staying, just passing through, I’ll–” he brushed his lips to the corner of her mouth as he moved from over her, the half-kiss hurried and messy. “I’ll be right back.”

He cursed himself as he stood from the bed, scrambling to find a pair of trousers to put on with a shirt that wasn’t wrinkled–he pushed the clothes from the night before aside, the doorbell ringing again and the realization of what was going to happen making him suddenly unable to look at her.

“Frankie,” she called softly, and he turned his gaze to a vague point of the duvet, right next to where her hand rested now that she’d sat up. “Where’s the bathroom?” she fidgeted with a loose thread of the duvet, and on her other side she drummed her fingers quickly. Nervously.

“Down the corridor to the right,” he stalled for a moment, then forced his gaze up. Her eyes were still wide, still worried. “I’ll be right back,” he repeated, and headed for the door before the doorbell could ring a third time.

The night before was a blur until the moment they landed on his bed–bits and pieces, snippets of songs and rumbles of music, bitter and sweet from alcohol and then her. They’d talked for so long, and yet he knew he’d never mentioned Alba–and with the way they’d moved through the house, she sure hadn’t seen any picture of her either. It was why he hadn’t brought anybody home in a long time–hadn’t even thought about it, before Camila.

“Ah, tienes mala cara,” was his mother greeting as he opened the door, and the little child in her arms immediately squealed, all but throwing herself towards her father. Frankie was quick to grab her, huffing out a breath that he hoped didn’t smell too much of tequila, stepping aside as the woman walked in.

“Hola, mamá,” he muttered, watching as she perused the living room. “¿Están bien?” he asked then, turning to look at the child with a smile–he couldn’t help it, the child’s joy infectious even when he felt like death. He needed water. And breakfast.

“Nuh-hu,” she clicked her tongue and shook her head, a smile already pulling at her lips. Frankie sighed. "¿Es bonita?” she asked–he felt his chest and face warm up, and was quick to glance away, focusing on babbling Alba instead. He could try and bullshit his way out of the conversation, but there was no winning an argument like that with his mother.

Mostly because he knew it was clear as day on his face that he’d actually had a great night.

“Sì, mamá, es muy bonita, pero–” she waved her hands in the air, as if shooing gnats away.

“Vale, vale, me voy,” she scoffed, walking back towards them. Frankie bowed his head, letting her kiss his forehead before she pinched the kid’s cheek gently, making her giggle again. “Ten cuidado, ¿sí?”

“No es como si me fuera a robar, mamá,” he chuckled, the sticky feeling of her lipstick on his forehead familiar and somewhat welcomed. He reached over to squeeze her shoulder softly, reassuringly, but his mother just looked back up at him with a sigh, patting the back of his knuckles.

“Me refiero a tu corazón, Cisco,” she murmured gently.

“It’s not like that,” he said quickly with a shake of his head, but his eyes trailed up towards the ceiling, where soft steps came from upstairs. His mother shook her head, humming her dissent as she followed his gaze. “Mamá–”

“Al menos pídele una cita,” she whispered, the steps drawing tentatively closer, stopping somewhere down the corridor. “Chau, nena. Proteges a tu viejo, ¿vale?”

Frankie scoffed, a quick peck to his mother’s cheek with a thanking under his breath before she showed herself out, one last glance over her shoulder, towards the stairs that creaked–the situation was almost hilarious, his mother trying to steal a look towards Camila while the woman tried to be as quiet as possible down the stairs. All the while, Alba squirmed in his hold, curious about the noise coming from inside the house, too distracted by it to see the door close in front of his grandmother.

Camila’s head appeared first, the rest of her body still a step back, and she glanced inside the living room with a careful gaze–she saw Frankie first, her expression relaxing. She took the final step forward and then stilled, her eyes falling to the kid still in his arms. They regarded each other, and Frankie had to clear his throat a couple of times while she pulled at the hem of his shirt over her wrinkled dress.

“Well, I thought it took longer to get one of them,” she tugged the sleeves of the shirt almost over her hands, taking a tentative step forward before frowning. “Didn’t we use protection?”

Frankie hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until he huffed out a laugh, holding Alba a little closer before crossing the space from the front door to Camila. Her gaze flickered from him to the child, her giggled pulling a smile on her lips as she tilted her head.

“Hi, nena,” she whispered softly, pushing her hand out towards Alba. The child grabbed her index, tugging it towards her face and immediately trying to put it in her mouth. Camila snorted, keeping her head tilted to look at her face. “I don’t think that’s very tasty, honey.”

“Alba, don’t,” Frankie chastised softly, trying to pry Camila’s finger from her grip. “Sorry, she will try and put everything in her mouth lately.”

“That’s alright,” her voice had a softer edge, eyes fixed on the giggling child. Frankie had managed to wrestle her hand out of the kid’s hold, and was now wiping her hand clean. “So she’s–you have a daughter?”

“Yes,” he looked up from their now joined hands to see her nibbling at her bottom lip, the hand he wasn’t holding fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt, thumbing the loose button.

“Just a daughter?” she asked, her voice lower, and looked up at him. Wide-eyed, her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly, Frankie’s heart clenched at the hint of doubt in her words.

“Oh, God–yes,” he spoke quickly, and moved forward as much as he could while still holding Alba against his chest. “I’m sorry–yes. Her mother and I haven’t spoken in months.”

The tension left Camila’s shoulders, a long exhale that tasted minty and made Frankie all too aware of his own breath–he tilted his head to the side, keeping only his gaze directed towards her.

“You’ve been raising her on your own?” at her question, Alba tipped herself forward, lounging for her with open arms–Camila’s hand rested on her chest before his own could, keeping her upright and stepping closer, a wide and gentle smile as she murmured something under her breath as she rubbed her thumb across the child’s chest. Frankie shrugged.

“My mom helps, keeps her some nights if she thinks I need it,” he watched the soothing motions of her hand, the way Alba’s breath began to even, how the woman’s eyes did not leave the child for a moment, how her cheeks had a gentle flush that was somewhat different from the one of that morning, in bed. “My friends too–some of them. Benny can’t be trusted with a child on his own, I’d find her with purple hair or something.”

“Sounds like a charmer,” she chuckled, and after another beat looked up, meeting Frankie’s gaze. He sucked in a breath, his head bowed awfully close to hers–he wasn’t sure why it felt different now, to be so near her he could feel the warmth radiating off her body. In the new light, he could see faint shadows under her eyes, some remnants of the makeup she’d tried to wash off clinging to her eyelashes, the freckles dotting her nose, the grays at her temples that matched his own.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, shuffling on the spot. “I’m sorry, Mila.”

“What for?” she frowned. Frankie’s gaze shifted from her to Alba, her head now tipped back against his chest, eyelids drooping. “Hey, it’s alright–it’s not like a child is something you discuss with a one night stand. I understand,” she sounded so genuine, Frankie’s heart clenched again.

His mother’s words echoed in his head: at least ask her out on a date.

“What if it wasn’t?” he asked before he could stop himself, and watched the circling motion of her thumb still on Alba’s chest stop–the child grumbled in protest, turning her head to hide in the crook of Frankie’s neck. “A one night thing, I mean. That is, if–”

“Yes,” she replied immediately, almost breathlessly, then cleared her throat. “I’m sure there’s plenty of kid-friendly places, too.”

“I –” Frankie hadn’t even thought of suggesting Alba went with them, whenever it was, wherever it was, if it ever was– he already imagined calling in favors, finding a babysitter. Camila hadn’t even hesitated. “Might be a little rusty, but I don’t remember dates including one-year-old kids, y’know?”

“Oh, you meant a date?” Camila’s head tilted to the side, and Frankie’s expression fell, the little smile that had begun forming dropping quickly as his lips parted. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” she said right away, covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing. “Bad joke, I’m sorry,” she repeated, moving a little closer to his side, dropping the hand she was keeping on Alba towards his arm, wrapping her fingers around his wrist as she moved close enough to rest her chin on the opposite shoulder of the one the kid was falling asleep. “Whatever works for you–I’d just like to see you again.”

“Even without the alcohol?” he tilted his head so that he was looking at her still–from underneath the collar of his shirt, bright against her neck appeared a bruise in the shape of his lips. He stared at it a moment longer, while her smile widened and she nodded, chin digging into his shoulder.

“Especially without the alcohol,” she echoed, and he let his eyes flutter shut with an exhale.

He let himself linger in the moment, Alba’s warm puffs of air as she fell asleep against him, soft body slumped heavily over him, and Camila’s weight on the other side, the barely-there contact of her body against his side, fingers brushing his wrist with the same circling soothing motion she’d used with the child, the other hand resting over his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast over the three of them.

“Of course I am,” he felt her shift her weight forward before she kissed his shoulder from above his shirt. “D’you have your phone?”

“Back pocket,” he’d realized he pulled on the trousers from the night before as he walked down the stairs, and the phone was still there–before he could fix his hold on Alba and reach for it, Camila dropped her hand from his shoulder and took it, turning a little so he could watch the screen too as she thumbed in her number.

“There. Whenever you’re ready,” she smiled up at him, and almost put it back in his pocket, then stalled. “Actually, can I use this? Mine’s dead and I should get a ride back to my car.”

“I can take you,” Alba stirred in his arms, the few minutes of sleep seemingly enough for her, a grumble leaving her as she tried to squirm out of his hold and reach for the floor.

“I’m a big girl, Frankie, I can make it,” she smiled, and her eyes wandered immediately towards the child, gaze softening as he lowered himself carefully to let her down. Alba toddled towards Camila, her arms out for balance–it still astounded Frankie, the way she could cross rooms by herself now.

“I know, just–” he followed the child with his gaze, hands outstretched to grab her should it be needed. But she went on, straight towards Camila’s legs, arms lifted towards the hem of the shirt, tugging gently on it. “We could get breakfast–Alba, pórtate bien,” he chided.

“Breakfast sounds nice,” the woman crouched down, bringing herself at eye level with the child–her dress pooled around her ankles, and his shirt brushed the floor, Alba grabbing the hem and pulling it towards her. “I know, nena, it looks familiar,” again her voice softened, a mock whisper as she leaned in and pulled one corner up. “I stole it from your dad because I couldn’t find my jacket–but don’t tell him.”

Alba giggled, looking between the two of them but leaning against Camila’s bent legs, one cheek squished against her knees. The woman’s hand reached for her head, gently brushing her dark curls back and out of her hair. Frankie had only ever seen his mother use such tenderness with her. His mouth felt dry.

“Give me just a moment, I’ll be right back.”

He got ready in record time, brushing his teeth while simultaneously trying and failing to make his hair make sense–he pulled one of his caps on, not wanting to waste more time. A part of him was apprehensive, leaving the two of them alone–but the other trusted Camila already, and he hoped this once his gut would not betray him. He really, really hoped so.

When he returned–still in the middle of buttoning his shirt–Camila had abandoned her crouched position and was sitting on the floor instead, her back against the couch and her purse abandoned on the side, as Alba sat between her ankles and placed one toy after the other over the woman’s dress. She babbled as she moved a stuffed bear towards the other, which Camila held against her stomach, her eyes crinkling at the corners while she smiled. The moment Frankie walked back into the living room, she looked up towards him.

“That’s an interesting shirt,” she commented, eyebrows arching, unable to hide the grin as her gaze roamed across the print of his button-up. Dark green with a floral print, it had been a gift from his mother, and he rarely ever wore it, the pattern a little too bold for his taste.

“I’m behind on laundry,” he muttered, fingers hovering over the last button, eventually deciding to leave the neck a little open. “And you stole the other one,” he pointed an accusing finger at her, and Camila immediately brought one hand to her chest, stuffed animal and all.

“Who told you that?” she gasped in mock-offense, her eyes falling back to Alba who had been following the conversation, eyes wide and attentive, giggling between their words. “I thought we were becoming friends, and you went and betrayed me like this!”

“Don’t blame it on the child,” reaching their side, Frankie offered her his hand to help her up, and once she was standing, a couple of staggering steps before he steadied her, he lowered his head towards her a little. “Thief,” he added in a whisper, and Camila smiled up at him.

“Is this alright?” she asked then, almost tentatively. “I really have no idea where my jacket is,” she admitted, sheepishly. Frankie rubbed his thumb across her knuckles, gaze falling from her lips to the places his shirt draped over her shoulders and collarbones.

“Of course–I’m sure it’ll turn up,” he didn’t say it gave him an excuse to call her afterwards, to actually see her again if for a minute.

“Thank you,” she cleared her throat, letting go of his hand to reach up and fix the collar of his shirt, fingertips brushing his neck while doing so. “I was just messing with you–it looks good,” she hummed then, smoothing it across his chest. He scoffed, a light roll of his eyes before turning to pick up Alba, the child already lifting her arms towards him.

“Come on, I’m starving,” he said instead, and the woman scowled at his dismissal, walking just ahead of him to open the door for him and Alba–she’d picked one of the stuffed bears with her, and when Alba noticed she squealed happily, looking over Frankie’s shoulder all the while to keep her eyes on Camila and the bear.

The drive was quiet, except for the initial moment, the radio starting again where they had left it on a too high volume the night before–the final notes of The Chain leaving place to the beginning of You Make Loving Fun, a nervous laughter leaving them both as they reached for the volume at the same time. In the backseat, Alba squirmed in her booster seat but was otherwise unfazed, the bear secured in her arms, and they glanced at her half-guiltily before turning towards each other.

Frankie thought he could’ve kissed her right there and then, above the handbrake with their seatbelts pushing into their chests. He also thought he’d had the same idea the night before. Was sure of it, actually. He’d probably done it, too, the alcohol making him bold enough.

But he didn’t need courage, he realized. It was so easy to be at Camila’s side, to talk about nothing and everything all at once, to joke and laugh and listen to her hum along with the songs, watch as she looked into the mirror towards Alba and made faces at her that made the child giggle with unabashed glee.

He forgot, for the whole ride, that they hadn’t even known each other for a full day. It didn’t feel like it mattered anyway.

Inside the café–right in front of the bar they’d been the night before, her car the only one still in the parking lot–there weren’t a lot of people. They sat themselves in one of the corners, Frankie between her and Alba, and ordered an exaggerated amount of food with two strong coffees–acknowledging for the first time their hangovers.

Passing in front of the counter, Camila had gotten an orange, and as they waited for the food she began peeling, the oils soaking her skin that still smelled like Frankie–a combination from his shirt, his sheets, his soap she’d used to rinse part of the night from her. In the meantime they spoke of her job–a boring office job that she needed to pay rent as she looked for something she actually enjoyed–and his job which left Alba with her grandmother during the day, how he still tried to be home early every afternoon.

“Yesterday was an exception–I barely ever get out when I don’t have her, and most of the time I just get a drink and then go back home to crash on the couch,” he looked down at the small white plate in front of him, the orange slices she’d dropped there dripping juice down the sides. She’d done it without thought, alternating between eating some herself and giving it to him as she listened, stealing glances at Alba every now and again. “I don’t–I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve done any of this.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to apologize?” she tilted her head as he bit into one of the orange slices, then removed the skin from the remaining half and gave it to Alba, her hands already extended towards him. “I thought this was going well.”

“It is!” he said quickly, his thumb catching some of the juice at the corner of Alba’s mouth. Camila repeated the process–one slice for her, another on Frankie’s plate. “I just–I feel I might be rusty, and I don’t want to f–” he stopped himself, a quick glance towards the child, “to mess this up.”

“Frankie,” she lingered on his name a moment, soft-spoken and tender. It hung in the air a long moment as they were brought their food, her gaze on him like a rooting force. He exhaled slowly, and only when the waitress left did he manage to look away from Camila. “I haven’t done this in a while either, you know? Any of it.”

He took a blueberry muffin, split it into tiny segments on the plate still covered in orange juices before handing them to Alba one by one–at the corner of his eye, Camila still looked at him and the child, the cup of coffee already in her hands.

“You can go ahead, she’s been obsessed with these lately,” he murmured, and to prove his point the kid began stuffing her face with the bits. “You still seem to be more at ease with all of this,” he admitted then, his voice still low.

“What about tonight?” she tilted her head to the side a little, food still untouched.

“You said it yourself–that was the tequila,” with a sheepish smile, he looked up at her, wiping his hands on the nearest napkin. “Made me think less about the fact you actually asked me over like that,” at that, she gave a quick laugh–a sudden noise that seemed to surprise both of them.

“Sorry, just–” she cleared her throat and took a quick sip of her coffee. “Why’d you think I asked you?”

“I have no idea,” he shrugged, honesty weighing his words. Camila’s gaze softened.

“My last relationship ended a little over a year ago–yesterday was the first time I actually got a night out for myself,” she spoke calmly, and for the first time that morning she did not meet his gaze openly, rather focused on the table as she ran her index all around the rim of the cup. “I just wanted to have fun. I spent so much time during that relationship staying quiet, staying still, and I just wanted to sing and dance for a while.”

“That doesn’t explain me,” her expression shifted quickly, that same scowl from the house at the way he’d just brushed off her compliment. He almost apologized right away.

“You looked like you might need it, too,” she shrugged, leaning with her elbows on the table and cocking her head to the side again, meeting his gaze once more. “And I really wanted you to need it. Which made me really really nervous.”

“You seemed anything but,” she smiled then, lowering the cup to the table to fill her plate once she saw him eat, too.

“Liquid courage,” she said it almost conspiratorially–her voice low, not enough that he couldn’t hear her, but had to lean in a little. Camila’s gaze flickered from his eyes down to his lips, and when she reached over to rub her thumb at the corner of his mouth, Frankie’s shoulders sagged with a slow exhale. “We could just test out the waters, you know? Slowly. See where this goes–it doesn’t need to be a grand thing.”

“I can’t ask that of you,” her fingers were still brushing his face, and when he shook his head his stubbled rubbed against her fingertips.

“You’re not,” she replied in a soft voice, dropping her elbow to the table. With the motion, his head followed her hand down, resting his cheek into her palm. Like the night before, Frankie believed he couldn’t possibly get close enough. “I think it’s worth a try, if–I mean, if that’s how you feel, too.”

“I really do,” he murmured, and she smiled again, so bright and pretty his heart ached. “I just have no idea what to do.”

“I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” she shrugged, and then, lowering her head a little so she could look at him fully from underneath the visor of his cap. “Can I kiss you?”

The warmth in her voice took him aback, the knot in his throat melting with it, and before he could register he was even leaning further in, he nodded.

“Yes,” he added, pointlessly, feeling her hand moving to cup his chin, leading him close, closer, gently pushing his cap back so that it didn’t stand in her way. Camila’s kiss was delicate, nothing compared to those of the night before, nothing like that morning–chaste, familiar, almost casual, somewhat tender. 

There, then gone, leaving Frankie with the thought he could be kissing her all day long and never grow tired of it.

“Where the hell have you been?” Santi’s voice sounded metallic and distant coming from the car speaker, his greeting as soon as Frankie called him back.

“I’ve got Alba, mind your tongue,” he retorted, watching as Camila’s car moved out of the parking lot, her arm sticking out of the window to wave at them. Alba laughed, returning the gesture and squirming in her seat. “Did somebody die?”

“Hola chiquitita,” Santi called, and Alba squealed in delight. Frankie suddenly wondered if he should’ve given her that muffin with all its sugar. “I could’ve died. I’ve been calling since yesterday.”

“Well, you didn’t,” for a moment he stared at the tail of Camila’s car–up until he could see, and then began driving the opposite direction. “What’s up?”

“No, not what’s up,” Santi argued, his voice growing in pitch. “Where have you been, Fish?”

Frankie flinched, shifting his grip on the steering wheel–he cleared his throat.

“I was on a date,” there was no going around it–not with Santi. A clattering and a muttered curse, Santi’s voice was suddenly closer.

“Excuse me?” he turned the volume down a bit, sighing as he tipped his head back towards the headrest, eyes still fixed on the road. “For the whole night?”

“Yes, actually,” he sighed, glancing towards Alba in the mirror–she was tilting her head at the sound of her uncle’s voice, over and over, as if trying to find him right there in the car with them. “My mom had Alba so I went out. Camila stayed the night. It’s not a big deal.”

“Camila, hu?” the other man almost taunted. “I’m assuming the night went alright, since it’s almost lunchtime.”

“We went for breakfast,” Frankie shrugged, even though Santi could not see him.

“You–” a pause, “wait, with Alba?” “With Alba,” he confirmed, a careful note in his voice.

“And it went–” Santi let the sentence linger, unsure. Great, Frankie wanted to say. It went great. I can’t believe my luck. It feels too good to be true. I’m afraid I’m about to wake up from a wonderful dream and be met with a disappointing reality.

“Alright,” he said instead. “Alba adores her, and she was–it was alright.”

“So, you’re gonna see her again?” he could hear the grin in his friend’s voice, and he almost rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to hear the end of it anytime soon, he knew. He also knew he didn’t care, Camila’s perfume lingering in his car, on his bed, the promise of going on a walk soon, to keep things easy.

“Yeah–I will.”

[okay-j-hannah]

English Tea

Good Omens : Drabble

Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 1085

Warnings: Just that I relate to the stress WAY too much 😂 thank you thank you for requesting a Good Omens fic - I am way more attached to Aziraphale but it was good fun writing something for Crowley

Request: “I was wondering if you could write a drabble with romantic Crowley x reader (and platonic Aziraphale x reader if it's alright- like Crowley being her bf and Aziraphale her best friend) where they're very protective of her and she's like the most important thing to them. Like someone is stressing her out and she talks about it to them and they immediately want to comfort her and maybe do a miracle to help! Congratulations on your one thousand followers! Thanks!!!” Anon​

A/N: The worrisome angel and demon wish to miracle away your overwhelming stress

“She sounded rather upset on the phone,” Crowley muttered with his jaw jutted to the side. He sat in one of Aziraphale’s lounge chairs, slouching and subconsciously holding the armrests more and more tightly.

The angel was busy preparing a pot of tea, concern evident in his brow, “You know she’s got a heavy workload – bless her. I wish she would let us help more often.”

“Stubborn, that one.” Crowley had minor smugness to his face as he stared off. “Thinks she has to be perfect.”

“Well that’s unreasonable,” Aziraphale said, “None of us are perfect – it’s an impossible standard.”

Crowley sighed, rolling his head back onto the chair, “She does hang around occult beings; probably where she gets her ideas from.”

“Ethereal. And just because I am an angel doesn’t mean I’m exactly like the Earth’s definition.”

“Evidently by who you keep as company,” Crowley said, waving a hand in the air. “(Y/N) should be here any second.”

Aziraphale watched his friend brood in his chair, pouring three cups of tea. He sweetly added a few drops of scotch to Crowley’s. “It might be terrible of me to say, but I rather like seeing you like this.”

“What? Unhappy?”

“No, just… concerned,” the angel said warmly, “It just proves that you really…”

“Don’t you dare say a good person.”

Aziraphale turned around with a raised brow, but a knowing smile. “No, no… just that you have a heart.”

Crowley scoffed, folding his arms tightly, “I suppose I would have with how (Y/N)’s stuck around.”

That’s when the door to the bookshop swung open, revealing (Y/N) – completely disheveled and exhausted. She dropped her bag and went straight for the cup of tea she could smell.

“Thank you,” she breathed, taking a sip and humming contentedly.

Aziraphale mumbled a, “Your welcome,” before sharing a glance with Crowley. She looked properly put out.

Crowley jumped from his chair and sauntered over, voice lighter than it usually was, “Hello, love.” He put a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her forehead gently, “Rough day?”

The angel turned around to get his own teacup, smiling to himself to hear the sweet nature from Crowley.

(Y/N) nearly drained her cup before she spoke again, “I couldn’t get the weekend off work.”

“No!” Aziraphale whined, “No one will pick up your shifts?”

Crowley led her to the armchair he was previously occupying, opting to squat beside her to take in her face. “But you were looking so forward to…”

“France!” Aziraphale continued, almost as visibly upset as (Y/N) felt. “I was going to introduce you to that pastry chef I admire so much.”

She nodded, screwing her face suddenly and showing the exact toll it was taking on her. “And you know, it doesn’t even matter. I shouldn’t take the weekend off anyway – I can barely make rent and I can’t afford to miss out on the hours.”

A hand flew to her head, adding to the disheveled look. Sitting defeated in that chair, she tried to keep the stressed filled tears at bay. Crowley was immediately squeezing himself into the armchair, wounding his arms around her protectively. She took to him at once, leaning into his jacket with a sigh of relief.

Aziraphale stood there looking incredibly worried, playing with his fingers, “My dear, you should have told us that you’d run into financial struggles.”

She took a deep breath, letting the ambiance of the shop fill her up. She closed her eyes, sinking further into Crowley’s side, “I’ll manage. I just don’t have the energy today. One of my coworkers convinced me to go to a party tomorrow night. I don’t even like big parties. I don’t even like my coworker. I just… couldn’t say no.”

Crowley squeezed her tight, looking towards Aziraphale with a tilt of his head. The angel gave a subtle nod, both agreeing in the same instant. Within the next second, Aziraphale snapped his fingers and Crowley twiddled his, kissing (Y/N)’s cheek.

She was immediately more awake. She sat up, a hand to Crowley’s chest, “I… I suddenly feel like I have more energy.”

“Nothing like a strong cup of English tea,” Aziraphale muttered, reaching for his own once more. As he sipped he eyed Crowley who was staring at (Y/N) with a silent question.

He rubbed at her shoulders, eyebrow quirked, “Are you all right?” He whispered it as if he were embarrassed to speak so gently aloud.

She blinked a few times but feigned a smile. “Better, I think.” Her phone suddenly chimed, and she had a look at it. “I don’t believe it.”

Aziraphale couldn’t hide his grin, “Oh, whatever about?”

“My coworker says the party has been cancelled. I don’t have to go anymore,” she sighed, releasing some tension, “I really was dreading that – what a relief.”

Crowley smirked, holding her close as she perked up more. “That’s one thing off the list.”

Her phone chimed again, “Impossible.” She sat straighter, pushing against Crowley, “My boss said that my time off has been approved. I have the weekend free!”

“Marvelous,” Aziraphale said, “And I’m sure you need not fear for your rent, my dear. Everything should be covered, and we can enjoy all the pastry shops we want in France!”

Crowley gave a quick glare, feeling (Y/N) squirm into a standing position.

“What do you mean?” She scrolled through her phone until she found her bank account. Her eyes became wide as she clicked on the freshly made deposit of money. “This – this is outrageous.”

Aziraphale seemed scared as Crowley stood to peer over (Y/N)’s shoulder, “Ten thousand.” He looked pointedly at his friend, “Ten thousand?”

The angel shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, “What’s wrong with that?”

“Did you make that deposit?” (Y/N) accused, “And the time off and the cancelled plans?”

She was looking a Crowley now who was scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“We know you’re not fond of accepting help,” Aziraphale said quickly, “But… but we couldn’t stand by and have you suffer the weekend doing the exact opposite of what you really want to do.”

She gapped her mouth, turning to her demon with raised eyebrows. It took her a moment, but her shoulders relaxed, and she sighed heavy.

Crowley still seemed slightly ashamed, but his smile was soft and genuine, “You deserve it, love. I hate to see you be so hard on yourself.”

She had to keep her tears at bay once more, but no longer from stress, but from gratitude.

~~~

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Hello friends! It's that time again, time for your old pal Soft to send in some anonymous degeneracy. I am glad you liked my review, spitdrunken! I do tend to ramble, so to see someone happy to get my text walls is nice. But it did make me realize that it caused everyone else to have to do a lot of scrolling, so I apologize for that. Sorry guys! This submission will be done in sets. I'll number them so it's easy to keep track, let me know if Tumblr eats one. I'll keep it all in a text document so I don't lose anything. That's kinda why I was sending everything in one big ask, but I'm willing to put in the extra effort to keep everyone's dash smaller. 1

notes: incest

So! First things first: RIP Ingo, did not realize that he wouldn't have any lube. See this is why you're the one getting paid to write things around here. But the idea of Ingo trying to line up their orgasms is just *chefs kiss* beautiful. Lovely! And the idea of having multiple takes of Emmet getting the strap, wanting to get the perfect one, because his big brother deserves only the best! Ah, very nice. 2

And then you come in with the absolute genius idea of a video focusing on Reader-chan! I completely adore it! I hadn't MEANT to have so little focus on the reader, tbh I think I got lost in the incest sauce. But I got another idea to add onto it:Ingo gets another video, only this time it's from Emmet. Again, it opens up to a scene of smut. 

Only this time, his brother is taking Reader-chan from behind. Emphasis on BEHIND. Reader-chan's pussy is wet but empty. And then Emmet speaks up.

"Hi big brother! Our darling wanted to make another video for you. And they're being verrrrry picky tonight. Do you want to tell him why?"

Reader-chan, short of breath, squeaks out "Because I need you! I want you! M-me too Ingo!" because of course they need Ingo, this is a three car train! 3

Ingo watches, enraptured, as his little brother takes their shared lover from behind. Occasionally a touch to their clit is given, but Emmet's hands are more focused on their chest."So what are you going to do for him?" Emmet asks, though he obviously already knows. "I-I'm...! Ah, my, my pussy!" Reader-chan is trying to speak, but a horny Emmet is a beast, Ingo knows. 

"Your cute little pussy? What about it?" he teases, leaving marks on their darling's neck.

"I'm saving it! Until y-you get back...please come back! I need you too! Need to be full!"

It's about companionship! Both of them need their holes to be filled by Ingo's cock! (Which gets rubbed raw all over again lol. Maybe the sentiment behind it will help him? Love always finds a way!) 4

So then we come to the main event and spitdrunken how did you KNOW I was going to write about Emmet wearing a plug for Ingo but forgot about it?! We really are on the same page omg.

For your consideration: Ingo comes home to Emmet, face down, ass up and plugged up, cock already leaking precum because FINALLY his brother is HOME and he's going to be FULL!

And Reader-chan just looks up at him and says "He's ready for you." 5

Ingo is ready for him too. Emmet doesn't get a warning, the plug is out and his cock is inside in one thrust. And his little brother goes wild! This is what he needed!

"You kept that inside of you all day? Were you that desperate for me? Wasn't our darling enough?" Ingo asks, his voice even and his pace rough.

"No! Not enough! Need you Ingo! I-AH, CUMMING!

"But Ingo doesn't stop. He fucks him through his orgasm because, like you said, he's going to push him even further past his limit! (And god bless you for saying that the image is delectable.) 6

Reader-chan, of course, is watching all this with glee, because who wouldn't? It's hot as fuck, it's plenty of material for them to get themselves off too!But that's not enough for Ingo. 

"I think you should show them how much you appreciate their patience."

"Yes! Yes yes thank you thank you darling thank you-AH!"

Ingo grabs Emmet by the hair and lifts his head up.

"Put that mouth of yours to work on their pussy until I'm finished with you." 7

And Emmet, well, tries. His tongue is wet and sloppy on Reader-chan's clit, and that's all well and good. But it's hard for him to focus when he's being fucked within an inch of his life. This doesn't mean that Reader-chan doesn't get off, oh no! The whole situation, the fact that Emmet simply CAN'T focus on using his mouth, his cute little whimpers and moans, watching Ingo and how sexy he looks as he fucks his brother silly, it's more than enough to make them cum! 

And if all else fails, Reader-chan can just grind against Emmet's nose. A perfect little human clit bump!So then, when Reader-chan is nice and sated but Ingo is STILL pumping load after load of cum into his brother, that's when the camera comes back into play. 8

"Emmet looks good like this, don't you think? I want to save this expression of his."

Emmet doesn't protest, making desperate, happy little noises. "See? He's close. Will you take the picture, dear?"

Obviously, they will. Reader-chan holds Emmet's head up for the shot. His expression is deliciously whorish: flushed cheeks, tears in his half lidded eyes, tongue lolling out, and a big smile.Reader-chan, being cheeky, decides to add one more thing to the photo. 

"Give us a double peace sign! Say cheese!"And he does! The money shot is taken right when Emmet cums, shaky peace signs and all. It's a picture perfect ahegao! 9

So then at last "When Emmet is a crumpled, twitching mess on the bed, ass leaking cum" (unchanged because oh my GOD how could I?!) Reader-chan finally their pussy stuffed with Ingo's cock. Both of them sigh at the relief, because nothing else they've done can compare to this.

"Thank you so much for your patience." Imgo groans out. "We took tomorrow off. I plan to take care of you properly then."

"Ingo! Oh god, it's so good!" Reader-chan shouts because it is! It's good! The wait is over and their pussy is filled! Stuffed with cock and cum, leaving them a mess too. But of course, they're going to get the same treatment as Emmet tomorrow. 

Aaaaaand that's it! Hope everything goes through and that you enjoyed the work. I've got a bunch more scenarios to give once this is posted. Specifically, the next one is about obliterating those twinks! Well, one twink to start with. Have a great day! 10/10

HI Soft!!! I personally really enjoy your rambling, so never worry about it <333!!! I'm pretty sure I got all of your asks!! (A first for Tumblr LMAO) But I think it's great you're so considerate of everyone <33!!

I'm glad you liked all of my additions so much :')!!! You don't have to incorporate EVERYTHING I say but I'm always happy to hear what you do enjoy <3

BUT OH MY GOD. YOUR BRAIN IS SO HUGE. READER WAITING FOR INGO TO BREAK IN THEIR PUSSY AAA... IN LOVE WITH THIS. If they're going to get it off, they're going to do it through their tits and ass- They can't cum from touches to their pussy, or it wouldn't be saving it </3!! I like to think that maybe Reader doesn't do anal a lot and Emmet really enjoyed working them open on his fingers and cock <33!!

SAME BRAIN <33 When Ingo gets home, he's a bit disappointed to only find Reader happily welcoming him back!! He loves them tons, definitely, but he loves his brother too!!! Reader winks at him and tells him Emmet has his own way of celebrating his return <33 He's waiting for him in the bedroom! It's such a thick plug that Ingo can fuck him immediately!!

INGO GRABBING EMMET BY THE HAIR TO MAKE THEM LAP AT THEIR PUSSY IS SOOOOOO <3333 absolutely top tier. legendary. ESPECIALLY how clumsy he is! Maybe eventually that Reader tells him to just stick out his tongue and let them do all the work, since he's so busy getting fucked <333 they just grind down against him because it's all he's good for right now!!

THE IMAGE. it gets put in the poly groupchat later HAHAHAH BUT HELP I LOVED YOUR DESCRIPTION OF IT... emmet is the perfect ahegao character he just would do it perfectly I can feel it.... Maybe by the time Ingo is fucking Reader he's already quite spent, so he doesn't cum as much inside their pussy as he did in Emmet, but that doesn't take away from his pace!!! No matter how sensitive he is!!

I hope you liked my additions and responses too and i look forward to whatever you wanna send next :')!!! have a good one!

[hearts-hunger]

how can i tell you that i love you? || sam kiszka x danny wagner

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Summary: Sam’s sick. Danny takes care of him. Neither of them knows the right words to say.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Genre: Fluff, sickfic, friends to lovers 

Word Count: 5k | Warnings: none!

A/N: Buckle up kiddos, this one’s cute. Caretaker Danny and cuddly grumpy Sam, both in love with each other but not knowing how to say it? Chef’s kiss. ♡

Sam usually loved Danny’s apartment. Warm and bright and often filled with friends, it was a place Sam associated with happy memories — too much alcohol, too little sleep, and just enough time spent with people he cared about.

Not today, though. Today, Sam wasn’t here for anything quite so pleasant.

“He’s sick,” Josh explained as they stood on the welcome mat that Danny had spotted at a gardening store a few weeks ago and instantly fallen in love with. Danny had a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and his hair in an untidy braid, giving him the look of someone who might have been in the middle of baking cookies when the doorbell rang.

Danny looked over Jake’s shoulder and saw Sam, who was huddled in a too-light flannel and trying not to look as bad as he felt.

“You brought him over so we could gang up on him to make him take care of himself?” Danny asked, sympathetic and more than a little amused.

“Sure did,” Jake agreed.

Danny shook his head and smiled. “I guess you’d better come in, then.”

He stepped back and opened the door wider, giving no indication that his three best friends showing up on his doorstep in the middle of the afternoon was anything less than a pleasant surprise.

Sam followed after his brothers, secretly thankful for the warmth of the apartment, a sulky expression on his face. He muffled a sneeze in the sleeve of his shirt.

“Bless you,” Danny said, and before Sam could thank him, Danny had put his huge, warm hand on Sam’s forehead to check for fever.

“I’m fine,” Sam said, batting his hand away. “They’re making a huge deal out of it.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” Jake said. “You’re sick. Deal with it.”

“I was dealing with it just fine until you blockheads started acting like I was about to keel over.”

Josh scoffed. “You were going to spend the day in the city,” he said. “Walking up and down the streets of Nashville doing God knows what in the freezing cold weather. Look at you — you didn’t even bring a jacket.”

Sam had to admit that had been a little stupid on his part.

“I’ll borrow one from Dan,” he said. “Better yet, he can come with me, and then you won’t have to worry.”

He looked at his friend. “Whaddaya say, Daniel? Shall we paint the town red?”

Danny frowned. “I don’t know, Sam,” he said, a little apologetically, like he wanted to sign off on the idea but couldn’t in good conscience. “You do have a fever. And you don’t look so hot.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, which is it? Am I hot or not?”

Danny’s smile was a much better reward for the little joke than his brothers’ eye-rolls and groaning.

“You’re not going anywhere like this,” Josh said.

A timer on Danny’s phone went off, and he excused himself for a moment to check on something in the oven. Sam got a faint whiff of apples and cinnamon, which he figured he’d probably be able to smell better if he wasn’t so congested.

“What should I do, then?” he asked. “Sit around all day and be bored out of my mind?”

“Maybe you should get some sleep,” Josh offered.

Sam huffed. “You two are going out.”

“Yeah, to do an interview,” Jake said, mild distaste coloring his expression. Like Danny, Jake wasn’t entirely keen on interviews — they both tended to be kind of shy, and were usually happy to let Josh and Sam ham it up as much as they wanted.

Josh and Jake watched Sam with sympathetic expressions as he gave into a volley of coughs that rattled in his chest in an admittedly unhealthy-sounding way.

“I’m fine,” Sam insisted again. “Let me go with you. Come on.”

“No way,” Josh said. “Besides, the interview’s just for the two of us. Some kind of twin thing, I think — ” He shook his head. “Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that you need to take it easy today. And Danny’s going to babysit you and make sure you don’t wear yourself out.”

He looked towards the kitchen. “If that’s ok with you, Daniel.”

Danny’s attention was on whatever he was stirring in his bright yellow mixing bowl, but he nodded.

“Sure, we can hang here,” he said. He looked up and gave Sam a warm smile. “You can be the first to try this apple betty I’m making.”

“Apple betty?” Sam repeated under his breath. He’d never heard of such a thing, but if Danny made them, he was sure they were going to be good.

“So, you’ll stay here with Danny?” Jake asked.

Sam considered his fate. Nothing was really stopping him from going out, but as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t really feel up for it. It just rankled that his brothers still felt the need to baby him every once in a while.

Besides, doing nothing with Danny would be vastly more enjoyable than doing nothing by himself. They could work on music, or play Smash, or go through Danny’s extensive record collection — all of which sounded better than taking NyQuil and knocking out at home.

“Fine,” Sam said with a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll stay here with Danny.”

“Don’t get over-excited about it,” Danny teased from the kitchen.

Sam put on a bright smile. “Fine! I’ll stay here with Danny!”

His brothers rolled their eyes and gave him their familiar exasperated smiles.

“Be good,” Jake warned, lightly shoving Sam’s shoulder by way of an affectionate goodbye on his way out.

Josh patted his cheek, in that way he always did. Sam had always thought it was kind of motherly, in a good way, how Josh showed affection to his brothers and Danny.

“Feel better, ok?” Josh said.

Sam gave him a grudging smile. “I’ll do what I can.”

Josh gave him a bright smile back, and waved to Danny. “Thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

Danny raised his batter-covered spoon and gave it a little wave. “Sure thing. Have fun at the interview.”

Josh and Jake buttoned their coats back up as they left, the gust of cold air that came in just before they closed the door enough to make Sam’s teeth chatter. He crossed his arms over his chest to preserve warmth and made his way over to the kitchen island.

“What are you making again?” Sam asked, looking over the baking paraphernalia scattered across Danny’s usually pristine kitchen.

“Apple betty,” Danny explained, pressing a layer of what looked like pie crust into the bottom of a dish. “It’s like a layered apple pie.”

He gestured to another dish on a cooling rack farther down the counter. “That one’s done, if you want to try it.”

Sam found a fork and scooped out a huge bite, just barely making himself wait for a second before he burned his mouth.

“Sorry you’re stuck here with me,” Danny said, turning to wash his hands in the sink.

Sam couldn’t wait any longer, but took a cautious bite.

“Oh my god,” he said. “I’m not. This is incredible.”

Danny smiled. “I’m glad you like it. Have as much as you want. You want a plate?”

Sam shook his head and took the pie plate and the cooling rack with him as he found a seat on one of the bar stools. “No thanks, I’ll just eat it out of here.”

“Okay,” Danny agreed with a laugh. They sat in companionable silence for a moment, Danny pouring the next layer of apples and sugar into the dish, Sam happily making quick work of Danny’s wonderful baking.

“I was going to invite you to go with me, earlier,” Sam said after a minute. “Before we even came over here. But I figured you’d make me stay in too.”

“I probably would have,” Danny agreed, putting the dish in the oven and setting a timer. Sam watched as he started to tidy up, looking very much in his element as a baker of delightful treats.

“I’m glad you’re here, though,” Danny said sweetly, giving him a smile. “Even though I would have said no to going out, I would have invited you over.”

Sam bottled a cough in his chest. “Even though I’ve got the plague?”

“You don’t have the plague,” Danny chided, in that comforting tone he always had. “You just need some rest, that’s all.”

Sam pressed his hands to the edge of the now-cooler pie plate, letting the warmth seep into his palms. He shivered.

“And maybe a sweater,” Danny said. “Sit tight.”

He went through the living room and down the hall into his room, and Sam heard him rummaging around for longer than he’d thought it would take to get a sweater. Danny came back with his favorite, well-loved black and white sweater and some medicine, handing them both to Sam.

“You haven’t taken anything, right?” he asked.

“I have no need for modern medicine,” Sam said, waving his hand elegantly. Danny smiled and handed him a glass of water.

“Go ahead and take that,” he said. “I’ll put on some tea.”

Sam did as he was told and pulled Danny’s sweater on afterwards; he was practically swimming in it, but it was warm and smelled like Danny.

“Are you always this nice to me?” Sam asked. “Or is it just because I’m sick?”

“Just because you’re sick,” Danny said, diligently scrubbing the mixing bowl in the sink.

Sam knew that wasn’t true. Danny was unfailingly kind — he always had been, even when they were kids. Sam didn’t think he had that kind of effortlessly sweet and selfless nature that Danny had, and it had always been something he admired about his friend.

Sam let his eyes wander around the apartment as Danny finished up the dishes, noticing for the first time the little bits of Halloween decorations here and there. A black cat figurine on the coffee table, a candle held in a skeleton-hand pedestal, some bat-shaped window stickers on the sliding glass doors that led out to the patio; Sam felt they were very Danny, and thought they fit perfectly without being overkill.

He also noticed something was paused on the tv, something with a big jack-o-lantern in it, but he couldn’t figure out what movie it was from.

“What were you watching?” Sam asked.

“Halloweentown,” Danny said, fixing them both a mug of tea. “You can change it if you want.”

Sam tried to think if he’d ever seen a movie called Halloweentown, or even heard of one.

“Wait — it’s that Disney Channel movie, right?” he asked.

Danny smiled. “Yeah,” he said, with no hint of embarrassment. “It’s my favorite Halloween movie. I was trying to get in the seasonal spirit.”

“It’s your favorite Halloween movie?” Sam repeated, incredulous. He didn’t care that Danny liked a Disney Channel movie — even he could admit they were fun sometimes, and he was happy Danny liked what he liked. But how could he not have known?

“We’ve been friends for how long?” Sam asked.

Danny laughed. “Forever, but I don’t expect you to know my favorite Halloween movie.”

“You know mine.”

Danny smiled. “Yeah, I do. But it’s ok.” He nodded to the tv. “I used to watch it over and over every Halloween when I was a kid.”

Sam was aghast. “There’s no way that’s true. Why haven’t we ever watched it, then?”

Danny shrugged. “You and Josh and Jake like to watch slasher movies on Halloween.”

Sam thought of the many years the Kiszkas and the Wagners had spent Halloween together, and guessed that was true. Some of his favorite memories from childhood were of trading candy with Danny and his brothers while Scream played in the background.

“You don’t like slasher movies?” Sam asked, a little distressed that all those memories had not been as happy for Danny as they were for him.

Danny smiled. “I don’t mind them. I like that you like them.”

“But you took me to see the Halloween remake when it came out,” Sam pressed. “You were just going for me?”

“Yeah, but I had fun going with you. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Sure I liked it,” Sam said. “But... why haven’t you ever told me you don’t like those kinds of movies? Or told me you liked — ” He gestured to the tv. “That?”

Danny watched Sam’s face for a moment, a sweet smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. 

“Halloweentown’s not your kind of thing, trust me. And anyways, like I said, I like watching slasher movies with you. You get wrapped up in the twists like you’ve never seen them before.”

Sam would have blushed if he wasn’t so feverish. “No I don’t.”

Danny laughed. “Yes you do. But it’s fun to watch you get so invested in it. It’s cute.”

Oh, boy. Fever or not, Sam felt like his cheeks were scalding. It had been a while since Danny called him cute, but he was no better prepared for it than he had been the first time it happened.

Sam cleared his throat. “Um. Would you watch a slasher movie with me right now?”

“Sure,” Danny said. “Go set it up.”

Sam considered that. “Well... I think if you’re willing to watch a slasher movie for me, I’m willing to watch Halloweentown for you. So can we watch that instead?”

Sam could have sworn Danny’s cheeks pinked.

“We don’t have to,” Danny said. “Really, Sam — I want to watch whatever you want. You’re the guest, and you don’t feel good.”

“Which is why I’m using my power as the sick guest to decide that we’re watching Halloweentown,” Sam said with an air of finality. He gave Danny an impish smile. “Please?”

Danny grinned back at him, and Sam felt like all the air had been knocked out of him. He coughed a few times into his sleeve.

“You alright?” Danny asked.

“Peachy,” Sam rasped. He took the mug of tea Danny offered.

“You sure you don’t want to go lay down for a while?” Danny asked. “You can crash in my bed.”

“Trying to get me into your bed, Daniel?” Sam asked, surprising even himself with his confidence and cheek. 

Danny did blush then, all rosy across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. It suited him, Sam thought; it made his strong, angular features look very gentle and lovely.

“Trying to keep you out of the hospital, that’s all,” Danny said, bringing both of them back to earth. Sam felt a little guilty — he wasn’t ever sure Danny was entirely comfortable with him flirting like that, though Danny was no stranger to coquettish banter when it was just the two of them.

That was the problem — Sam was never sure what they were doing with each other. Especially not in recent months, when the flirting had started happening with more frequency and boldness. They were best friends, and Sam loved Danny more than anything; but he was also in love with Danny, and had been since.... well, since forever. He knew for a fact Danny was into guys, but he’d never been able to tell if Danny was into him. Not for sure, anyways.

“I’m not going to the hospital,” Sam said. He took a sip of his tea, made just the way he liked it. “Not when I have you taking such good care of me. Thanks, by the way.”

Danny smiled. “You’re welcome.”

As Sam got comfortable on the couch, mug in hand, Danny turned off the lights and put the movie back on at the beginning. He sat close to Sam as the opening credits played, and draped the throw blanket over both of them.

Sam watched the screen and tried not to think of how warm Danny’s thigh was against his.

“Debbie Reynolds?” he said, genuinely surprised. “And here I was thinking this wasn’t high cinema.”

Danny laughed. “It’s not.”

Sam turned his head to look at Danny and was a little caught off guard at how tenderly Danny was looking back at him.

“Now, I have a serious question about this movie,” he said.

Danny nodded. “Shoot.”

“I know it’s your favorite, but... am I allowed to laugh?”

Danny grinned. “Yeah, you’re allowed to laugh. I didn’t say it was the best movie ever made.”

Sam considered the jaunty theme song that was playing. “It’s got a pretty catchy little tune to start out, though. I’d say it’s looking good so far.”

Danny just smiled at him like he’d hung the moon, and Sam felt like he’d like to make Danny smile like that all the time. Truth be told, Sam had always used his goofball sense of humor to get Danny to laugh. If Danny kept thinking his lame jokes were funny, Sam would die a happy man.

He kept up a running commentary as they watched, and Danny seemed to enjoy witnessing his first watch-through. Sam decided that watching Halloweentown together would be a new tradition — maybe just for the two of them. His brothers didn’t need to be included in everything. 

As entertaining as the movie actually was, though, Sam felt the medicine starting to kick in after a while and his comedy bit tapered off. Danny was warm, and close, and steady — Sam’s head bobbed, and he would have fallen asleep at an uncomfortable angle if Danny hadn’t gently angled his shoulder for him to rest his head on.

“Whass — ” Sam mumbled, feeling his mug being taken out of his hands.

“Shh,” Danny soothed. “Just me.”

Sam let Danny take the mug and snuggled closer against him, feeling better than he had all day. His last thought before he fell asleep was that he wouldn’t mind a whole lifetime of watching holiday movies and falling asleep on the couch with his best friend.

—

Sam woke himself up coughing.

Deep, decidedly sick coughing that left his head pounding and his ribs hurting. He leaned forward, his head in his hands, trying to catch his breath.

Danny wasn’t beside him any more. Sam hadn’t noticed when he’d left, but now that he was awake, he noticed how the blanket had been carefully tucked around him and how the lights had been kept off. The living room was dark aside from the lamp on the side table, and a Cat Stevens song was playing softly from the record player on the bookshelf.

God, he felt awful. As much as he’d needed the sleep, he felt like he could go right back to sleep if he didn't feel so bad. He stayed with his head bowed, each breath crackling in his chest.

“Sam.”

Sam lifted his head just enough to see Danny come from the hallway, his hair damp and curly from a shower, dressed in a sweatshirt and pajama pants. Danny hunkered down in front of Sam and brushed his hair behind his ear.

“Hey,” he said gently. “You alright? That cough sounds pretty bad.”

Sam gave a half shrug, but he coughed again. Danny reached up to run a comforting hand over his back.

“I brought you a present,” Danny said.

Sam quirked an eyebrow. “A present?”

Danny showed him the bottle of Vicks vapor rub in his free hand.

“Aw, Dan, you shouldn’t have,” Sam said, his voice a little worse for wear.

Danny smiled. “It’ll help, I promise.” He took his hand from Sam’s back and helped him take off his sweater.

“You could have just asked if you wanted to undress me,” Sam said, pulling it over his head.

Danny paused, a slight frown tugging at his features, and put a hand to Sam’s forehead.

Sam frowned too. “What?”

“Checking to see if your fever’s worse,” Danny said. His expression took on an unmistakable hint of teasing. “You’re sounding a little delirious.”

“Shut up,” Sam laughed, the sound quickly dissolving into another round of coughing. Danny waited until he was done to put his hand on Sam’s cheek, actually checking his fever that time.

“You’re pretty warm, still,” Danny said. “You sleep ok?”

Sam nodded, resisting the urge to follow Danny’s hand when he pulled away. 

“Other than you abandoning me,” he teased.

Danny smiled. “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t know how much longer you were going to sleep, and I had, like, flour in my hair. So much for the braid.”

“I liked the braid,” Sam said. “It made you look...” Gentle. Danny always looked effortlessly cool with his bountiful dark curls, but the loose braid made him look gentle.

“It made you look good,” Sam finished lamely, and it sounded ridiculous even to him. Danny didn’t say anything, though; he just gave Sam a charming smile.

“Thanks,” he said sincerely. “I liked it too. I might wear it more often.”

At another round of coughs, Danny insisted Sam have the Vicks and started unbuttoning the top of his henley, gently rubbing the medicine under Sam’s collar. 

Sam’s pulse jumped at the feel of Danny’s fingers on his chest. Danny, for his part, was focused on the task with more concentration than it required, and it didn’t escape Sam’s notice how Danny was determined not to meet his eyes.

The menthol started working immediately, and Sam started to breathe a little easier. He thought he smelled something other than the medicine — something sharp and sweet, like the shampoo Danny always used.

“You smell good,” Sam said. “Minty.”

The corner of Danny’s mouth tipped up. “Pretty sure that’s just the menthol.”

Sam shook his head. “It’s you. You always smell good. Especially your hair.”

Sam didn’t quite know why he was saying all this — he felt a little out of it, but enough to blurt out every incriminating thought he ever had? Maybe his fever was worse than he thought.

He decided he didn’t care. He reached out and twirled one of Danny’s blonde curls around his finger, tugging ever so gently. His face was hot and he had the worst case of the butterflies he’d ever had, but Danny’s hair was soft, and his hand was on Sam’s chest, and he was looking at Sam with something a little like need.

“Sam,” Danny said softly, barely over a whisper. He turned his hand and brushed the back of his fingers over Sam’s chest, knuckles gently resting in the hollows of Sam’s collarbone.

Sam met Danny’s eyes. They held each other’s gaze for a few heartbeats, hands extended towards each other, nothing but their shallow breaths and Cat Stevens to fill the silence — how can I tell you that I love you?

Danny swallowed. “You want to know something about this song?”

Sam nodded. Danny’s index finger brushed over the place where Sam’s pulse was jackrabbiting.

“It always makes me think of you,” he said.

Sam remembered the first time Danny had listened through this whole album. Sam had given it to him for Christmas years ago, and they listened to it together in Sam’s room, singing along with the songs they knew, drinking in the songs they didn’t. He remembered the way Danny had become a devotee of Cat Stevens, how often he could be found practicing his music on the guitar. And this song, he remembered, had been a particular favorite of Danny’s.

“It makes you think of me?” Sam repeated. The lyrics of the song rushed through his head — I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you; I love you, but I can’t think of right words to say. Sam felt a little lightheaded.

Danny didn’t say anything, and Sam agonized in the silence. He let his hand fall onto his lap and bit the inside of his cheek. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Danny set the Vicks on the table and took Sam’s hand in one of his, palm up, rubbing the extra medicine into his wrist. He did the same on the other wrist; though his movements were gentle, Sam felt each one like a thousand volts.

“I learned to play it for you,” Danny finally said. He started to gently stretch and bend Sam’s fingers, massaging his palm with a warm and firm pressure. After a minute, Sam started to recognize the movements as parts of the drummer warm-ups that Danny always did on his own hands before he played.

“I kind of envisioned you realizing the way I always played it when you were around,” Danny said with a soft, slightly embarrassed smile. “That you’d somehow be a mind reader and realize I was playing for you and not just because I liked that song.”

Sam couldn’t help a smile. That was very Danny — shy, romantic, dreamy. Always hoping Sam would be less of a complete idiot.

“But you couldn’t have known,” Danny said, giving Sam’s hand a final warm-up. When that hand was finished, Danny pressed a chaste kiss to the center of Sam’s palm. Sam’s breath caught in his chest.

“Danny, I — ”

“Shh,” Danny chided, gentle. He started on the other hand. “I’m not finished with my story. Be patient.”

Sam almost smiled. Danny knew better than most that patience wasn’t his strong suit, but he let Danny work his fingers into wiry angles of his hand with deliberate gentleness. Sam felt his whole body relax at Danny’s warm and devoted touch, every ache and hurt fading into the background.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time,” Danny said, no hint of nervousness or regret in his voice. He seemed ready for how this would change things between them, confident, content.

“I wanted to figure out how to tell you without just blurting it out one day,” he continued, a smile tipping up the corner of his mouth. “I’ve almost done that more times than I can count.”

Sam knew the feeling. He wondered how long they’d waited when they hadn’t needed to, how many times both of them would have just said it if they’d been brave enough.

“But I think I have it figured out,” Danny said. “You know, how I’m finally going to tell you.”

Sam felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

Danny kissed Sam’s other palm, then looked up at him with a gentle, easy smile on his face. 

“I love you.”

Oh. 

Sam didn’t say it right back. He wanted to — god knew, he wanted to — but he felt like everything was going in slow motion. Was it really that easy? That wonderful?

“You don’t have to say it back,” Danny said, cool and collected as could be. His expression was happy and gentle. “I just wanted you to know. And if you want to take some time to think about it, or even if you don’t want to say it back, ever, I — ”

“Danny, that’s so stupid,” Sam blurted.

Danny laughed. Really and truly laughed, deep and warm and full of joy. The kind of laugh that Sam would never get tired of hearing as long as he lived.

“What is the matter with you?” Danny asked, breathless, beaming like the sun. His smile was so affectionate that Sam felt a little shy.

“Sorry,” Sam mumbled, feeling a smile of his own tug at his mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” Danny assured him, looking up at him with great fondness.

Sam realized that his hands were trembling, like they did before a big show.

“You’re shaking,” Danny said gently, taking both of Sam’s hands in his. He pressed kisses to Sam’s fingers. “Oh, Sam. You don’t have to be nervous.”

Sam couldn’t think of anything besides the warmth of Danny’s hands on his, the feel of each tender kiss on his knuckles and calloused fingers. Danny was treating him like something precious, and every doubt and fear Sam had ever had about being with him was forgotten.

“I only meant that it’s stupid to think I wouldn’t want to say it back, or that I would even need to think about it,” Sam said, feeling like he was babbling, but rushing to the thing he really wanted to say. He took a deep breath and met Danny’s eyes.

“I love you too,” he said, meaning it more than he’d ever meant anything. “I don’t have to think about it, and I want to say it back to you for the rest of our lives. Danny, I love you.”

Danny’s smile lit up his whole face, and Sam felt woozy just looking at it. Well — maybe he was feeling a little woozy just in general.

“Here’s the part where I’d kiss you,” Sam said, wincing as a headache spiked in his temples. “But I’m not sure it’d be very good.”

Danny’s smile was gentle and sympathetic. “Yeah, no kissing for you, cowboy. Not yet, anyways. We’ll have plenty of time for that when you’re feeling better.”

Sam looked up as Danny stood and helped Sam put his sweater back on, watching him with a dreamy smile on his face.

“I love you,” Sam said again, his voice cracking like a teenager’s. 

Danny beamed at him.

“I love you too,” he said, helping Sam up and steadying him as he swayed a little. He kissed Sam’s cheek; Sam, in uncharacteristic bashfulness, hid his face against Danny’s shoulder.

“Come on, trouble,” Danny said affectionately, keeping one arm around Sam. “Bedtime.”

Sam let himself be led to Danny’s room, and Danny gave him some warm pajamas and another dose of medicine. While Danny left to make sure everything was locked up and turned off for the night, Sam got under the covers, sticking to the side he knew Danny didn’t sleep on. He didn’t want to impose; even though the cards were on the table now, Sam didn’t want to make Danny uncomfortable and figured he should err on the side of caution.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” Danny asked, turning off the lamp on the side table and getting into bed next to Sam. Without waiting for an answer, Danny pulled Sam close and kept him snug with an arm draped over his torso.

“There,” he said, when both of them were settled. “Isn’t that better?”

Sam snuggled close. “Much better.”

Danny brushed his fingers through Sam’s hair, his breathing starting to slow as they both relaxed against each other. Sam muffled a few stray coughs in his sleeve, and Danny ran a soothing hand over his back.

“Sorry,” Sam mumbled.

“Shh,” Danny soothed. “It’s alright. Try and sleep.”

Sam melted against Danny’s warmth, drowsy and happier than he had ever been. He was almost asleep when Danny shifted a little, his lips brushing against Sam’s temple.

“Love you,” Danny said, his voice low and sleepy.

Sam smiled and found Danny’s hand in the dark, twining their fingers together. “Love you too.”

tagging @punkgeekcryptid​ and @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl​, the best fans a girl could have. aren’t you glad i tag you in gay shit you’re not even into? ♡

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[ushiwakaout]

I just read your story about kenma as a husband and im OBSESSED. Can you do the same but with Kuroo please! I love them both and i cant chose so- :)))

I cant choose either don’t worry (i’m a kenma kinny so like... you know)

HUSBAND KUROO IS A BLESSING GOD

let’s just say you’re a highschool teacher

for the sake of the headcannon, you wear glasses to read

very outgoing

very flaunty husband

very flirty, acts as if you guys aren’t married and still trying to reel you into his hook

Wakes up very very early

Maybe like 5 am, works out, rare occasion will wake you up too if he’s feeling like a jerk

if he doesn’t wake you up, he’s back from his run and he’s bought you flowers, will willingly cut his run short so he doesn’t ruin the flowers

KUROO IS AN AMAZING COOK

does not look like it tho, first time he cooked for you- wow, crazy good

breakfast in bed when you have the day of (which are weekends)

Kuroo doesn’t have a day off but his mornings are always free, for you and you only.

He’s the type of husband who you catch making breakfast and he’s dancing, wearing a kiss your sempai apron

“oh no no, you go back to bed, i’m making you breakfast, shoo.”

will tap your ass so you leave the kitchen faster

his brain malfunctions just a lil in the kitchen when realized that you’re only wearing his button up and his button up only

blushing mess while cooking

HE GETS A LITTLE SHY FOR NO REASON WHEN HES BRINGING YOU BREKFAST

You’re fully awake and already looking through homework with you’re cute little glasses that make your eyes look a little bit bigger

he’s so in awe with you, he puts the little breakfast tray over you and kisses your nose

“Goodmorning sweets.”

Doesn’t call you kitten but calls you sweety, sweets, sugar, shortcake. HONEY, SUNSHINE.

He will not bother you if you’re doing paperwork

Believe it or not Kuroo very much likes peace and quiet

because you know, his bed head is bc hed cover his ear w his hair to try and muffle out his parents arguing sorry

Will not argue with you

PHYSICALLY WILL NOT AS MUCH AS HE WANTS TO

you could be yelling at him over something (most likely because kuroo is def burnt out a little and gets no sleep) and you’re just looking up at him and he can’t look away

Will say something like “You look so beautiful.”

My heart just broke a little- Kuroo can’t argue back with you because he knows you’re right most of the time

you’ll find him asleep on his desk at 2am bc you miss cuddling and the mother fucker still wakes up at 5

will show up to your classroom with a bouquet of [favorite flowers] and all the girls in the class start squealing

kisses you behind the flowers

will plant his forehead in yours and whisper “I love you.” before apologizing and dismissing himself

this rich cocky mother fucker will also surprise you on your birthday, which would end up on a weekday.

YOURE CLASSROOM IS FULL OF FLOWERS

EVERY DESK FOR THE BOYS/GIRLS/NONB and they get to keep them

TEACHERS ARE ENVIOUS, especially the women maybe the men are too, ya never know.

he’s a certified sub teacher bc you get sick easily and will cover for you while someone covers for him at work bc he’s like- light years ahead of his work (that’s why he’s so burnt out)

SICK KUROO IS PROBABLY THE SADDEST AND MOST ADORABLE THING

It gets pretty bad when he’s late for work one day and he’s like rushing to get ready and he gets a nose bleed

he’s freaking out and you’re like “baby lay down, you have a fever, please.”

“Fever? What the fuck is a fever, never heard of them, now let me go to work.”

“Honey, don’t make me any soup, your cooking isn’t as good as mine.”

“No get away from me, i don’t want you getting sick.”

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now, give me you’re hand.”

“I love you so much, you know that right?”

Once he’s out of his fever will take you out to dinner as a thank you

Buys you a new outfit for your outing and it’s like “Kuroo come on- i don’t need this.”

“Well i need you to have it, if you complain- then you don’t love me.”

“fine....”

very jealous man, if someone eyes you

very very handsy

hand has to be on your ass, lower back, hip, holding your hand. he gotta be touching you somehow

ESPECIALLY IN WORK OUTINGS

whole new outfit again

would probably fuck you in the venue bathroom but we don’t talk about that

if he gets drunk he’s actually the opposite

he’s not horny or handsy

he gets all cute and shy and a little awkward

Will forget your his spouse and be like “No! You see this ring, that’s right! I’m married and to the most sexiest bitch you know- That’s right i called my spouse a bitch, what about it. She’s a bad bitch.”

this mother fucked have you a ruby ring, you can’t tell me otherwise.

something simple but very pretty

he’d probably think you stole your own ring

“Hey! That’s my spouses give me that”

“Kuroo I. AM. YOUR. SPOUSE. LOOK AT ME!”

squints bc this motherfucker actually needs glasses “BABY!! There was some crazy person, who looked just like you! Same exact ring and everything.”

“Baby that was me, you called me a bad bitch.”

“Yeah? Am i wrong? or?”

Big cuddler

Will kiss you everywhere

“Baby, kenma hasn’t called me today, does he hate me?”

“No kuroo.”

“Are you sure?”

“Baby i’m sure.”

You make kenma come the next day because you know Kuroo needs his bestie

they get drunk

Kenma gets cuddly too

they will sleep on the floor together

You make kuroo cary kenma to bed bc he things it’s you and he sleeps w him

wakes up to yell at you and very hung over

“Sometimes i think you wish i married kenma.”

“You’re not wrong.”

OVERALL kuroo as a husband is... *chef kiss*

[storiesofsvu]

l&o thursdays

your regular ramblings and thoughts.

....and now i want pizza...

Happy Thursday fuckers, here we go

SHE STAYED THE NIGHT??? FUCK THIS SHIT (and im no even a bensler shipper. And yes I realize there’s other rooms she could have stayed in but still fuck this)

(sidebar, my OWN MOTHER just goddamn texted me “ack rollins in a wedding dress” m’am…that a SPOILER)

“no reason for me to stay” good, get out of here, I never trusted you.

 Ive had enough of this man child casino boy… are we done with this arc yet?

I stopped paying attention thanks to dealing with this stolen fic shit, sorry besties.

This family is more fucked up than the Wheatley’s, and at least the Wheatley’s had appeal to them, like I was constantly rooting for them, these guys are k-mart brand Wheatley’s

If they write Ayanna off the show I will LOSE MY SHIT. But then again she’s a queer, and she’s a poc, so it was only a matter of fucking time….

She IS the boss Elliot, get the stick out of your fucking ass. I swear if he ends up getting promoted and becoming the *actual* boss of OC I will hate it here….

Okay. I did not pay ANY attention to mothership, but I will say this: that blue dress Sam was in is *chefs kiss*

OKAY, time to pay attention!!

If it’s HIS birthday, why is he paying for drinks??

CONGRATS to carisi for being the ONLY person ive seen in media to pop a bottle of champagne without making it overflow. Thank fuck.

THANK YOU FOR NOT FOGETTING ABOUT ROLLINS FORENSCICS EDUCATION FOR ONCE.

Also… are we really gonna get Professor Rollins!?? Even if it *is* offscreen???

Every week I watch the opening credits and pray for the miracle of “Elizabeth Marvel” popping up on the screen and every week I am met with no luck. Maybe one day the day will come? I can only hope.

FOR ONE FUCKING SEASON COULD WE PLEASE STOP REUSING NAMES!!! ELIZABETH DONNELLY WAS A PROMINENT CHARACTER FOR 8? NINE?? SEASONS AND THEY’VE USED THE DONNELLY NAME TWICE IN THIS UNIVERSE WITH NO CONNECTION. COME ON GUYS

 Where TF is Velasco….i’d get rotating the cast like this IF IT WASN’T SO FUCKING TINY

Ah, “the Donnelly family is a bunch of criminals” so this Donnelly is related to the one from OC?? Or just lazy writing??

Olivia’s Big dick energy is really showing through this season and im here for it.

You know, considering DW wanted to kill amanda in the premier, we’re BLESSED to be getting so much of her, she could be the one missing/benched/only in one scene but she’s getting a lot of screen time…

Muncy “don’t look at me I didn’t do it!” lolololololol

The dad is super fucking annoying, like obvi these guys know what theyre doing

WE GET TO GO TO COURT OMG IT’S A DREAM COME TRUE

Okay but WHY isn’t he being charged with a hate crime??

The dad’s gonna shoot the perp/someone isn’t it? Like he’s a cop, he’d be able to take his gun into the court room….

Okay maybe he’s not, maybe he’s going to end up accepting his child’s identity

Jfc the stream keeps freezing every 10 seconds this commercial break has taken three times as long as normal, pls…there’s only 8 mins of my show left…

Yessss muncy’s on team pineapple on pizza!!! Fuck YES. Also she cannot sit like a straight… its confirmed, she’s queer.

LOLOLOLOL. THE OFFENDED LOOK ON HER FACE AT THE “in harlem, we don’t put fruit on our pizza”

For the record I’m with muncy on this one.

Okay… so…no proposal tonight and thanks to the promo for next  week we know the weddings a legit thing, not just a fake out that they “filmed” to not use… see y’all in two weeks!!

[onlymingyus]

thank you so much for blessing us with Marsoween !! Every day was another good fic and I feel like you wrote really well and also had lots of different ideas and storylines that were well thought through <3

I personally liked the mix between spooky stuff, sad stuff, spicy stuff and mystery a lot !! I really enjoy the changes from one day to another with one fic not being like another. If I had to choose my faves, I’d say those were Vernon, dk and cheol :D the Vernon one really got me in my feels, it was really easy to get into the setting and I love the way you wrote it. Now the dk one on the other hand literally sent chills down my spine, I love how you wrote him w the other girl and then from the reader’s perspective when the police came into play!! And lastly the cheol one 🤭 just mwah chefs kiss

take as long as you need until you want to come back <3 marsoween is such a good series to reread over and over again (I can feel the dk fic calling my name from the room next door), so your followers are well fed until you return^^ I hope you’re able to get your mind off of things and relax during your break, you sure do more than deserve it <3

thank you for marsoween <3

I had to take a moment to think of how to even start to respond to this. You are so sweet I don't even know how I can begin to express how thankful I am for you. Between all your kind words and just how supportive you always are.

I am so happy you enjoyed Mars'oween. It was alot of work but knowing that you and others really enjoyed it makes it all worth it. I did enjoy writing them but I always love knowing that people enjoying reading what I write. Especially the DK one, that one I'm very proud of and I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. I'm so happoy you liked it so much. ♥

Thank you for being supportive of my breaks and even pushing me to take them. You really are such an inspiration to me and you make checking tumblr so worth it. I hope you have such a wonderful day and know how much you mean to me. ♥