#thinkin about Spain

[urmumhaha]

Crazy how once introduced, Europeans are the most invasive species ever

[kelloggsenthusiast]

please could you do a carlos alcaraz smut where he brings you to meet his parents and you have a good evening and after he rewards you with sex?

Permanent fixture

Post Cincinnati masters innit

cw: Trash Spanish translations (thank you Duolingo), smut, breeding kink, p in v, hella teasing, dirty talk (it's Carlos alca-rizz pls). Minors dni.

You had met Carlos' family before. That in itself wasn't new. The difference was that tonight you had gone to dinner with all of them, whereas you had only properly interacted with his mum or younger brothers during the time you used to play tennis yourself.

The dinner had gone objectively well, with your boyfriend holding you hand under the table every time he sensed that you were even slightly uncomfortable. That little gesture made your heart melt for him more.

By the end of the night, you were feeling more comfortable seated between Carlos and his older brother, chatting animatedly with his family comfortably.

Back at your hotel, as he watched you brush your hair and get ready for bed, Your boyfriend couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make you a permanent part of his family. He thought about getting a beach house with you in the south of Spain, with some beach in your backyard. He thought of a dog or three that you would pick. Most importantly, he thought about you being pregnant, your tummy round with his children and him taking care of you.

"a penny for your thoughts, guapo?" she you ask as you turn in your seat to look at him.

"ven aqui," he says, tapping his lap for you to go sit, which you dont hesitate to do

you straddle him and he wraps his arms around your waist, making you comfortable in his lap.

"i was just thinking about how good you looked tonight with my family, and my younger siblings. it made me want to start one with you," he said as his hands go under the oversized Duran Duran t-shirt you were wearing. his warm touch made your stomach turn sweetly. you looked into his soft brown eyes and found sincerity in them, one that you had not been expecting to find.

"do you want me to give you children, mi amor?" he asks ans he lightly juts his hips into yours. you knew what he wanted. you had wanted it too. all night in fact

"yes, carlos," you say breathlessly

his hand comes to the back of your neck as he presses a sweet kiss to you lips. your hips begin to rub against his, making his grip on your waist tighter. you moan into his mouth as his tingue tastes you and his hands run down your body to the hem of your shirt

he reaches under your tee shirt to try and get you out of the cloth and pulls away fromthe kiss to lift it over your head. he looks at you, bereft of clothing exept for your barely covering it underwear.

his hand lifts to toy with your nipples, gently tugging and squeezing the engorged bud. you like.it so much that it makes you bdy arch towards him. his mouthr cobers your other nipple, nibbling and licking and sucking on the taunt flesh. making you hotter. making you weter. making you cry out his name.

"fuck, thats the prettiest sound ive ever heard in my life mi amor," be cooed as he played with your breasts. you began to grind against him with more fevor, making him groan against your chest

"more, please more," you whimper helplessly, desperately trying to get him where you needed him the most, and its like your prayers were answered because he immediately detached from your chest and went to kiss a spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad, all while his hamds made their way down to the hem of your thong. his fingers hooked the silky fabric and began to try and himmy it down your legs. when he realised that this was taking him nowhere, he decided to rip the fabric clean off, making you gasp

unable to hold himself back anymore, he flips the both of you overand kneels at the foot of the bed, pulling you towards him and making himself level with your glistening pussy

"carajo, muñeca. eres tan perfecta," he says before sucking on your hard nub, dragging his tongue against your bundle of nerves.

>"oh my god, carlos,"you moan out as you drag your fingers through him soft dark curls. he looks up at you as he continues his ministrations. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flustered and delirious. the total opposite of yourusual composed and calculated self. he loved hearing you beg and scream and moan. he especially loved that he was the onewho did that to you.

you began to grind your hips against his face, despereately searching for more friction until his hands squeezed your thighs, holding them in place. one of his hnds went between your legs to collect some of your wetness on his fingers. need to keep you wet as i can he thinks to himselfas he curls his fingers up inside of you, making your hips stutter. it was driving you mad, how close you were

"come on, bebé, you can do it," he encouraged as he thrusts hisstill curled fingers in and out of you. with a strangled cry and a shuddering body, you came all over his fingers and face. he fingered you through it, whispering to you how good you were for him and how it turned him on to see you like that, at his mercy

he pulled away to undress himself as you came down, but you still watched his every movement.

it never got old to you

oncwe he was fully unclothed, he ran his fingers over your wetness, collecting some of it and using it to stroke himself. he looked so painflly hard and ready. it made you wet all over again, seeing him do that.

he ran the leaking head of his cock obver your slit, ccoating t with his warm precum. it made you let ouf the neediest , most pathetic whimper ever. god, you were so embarrased by it that you bit your lip.

"dont do that, hermosa," he chide as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips."i want to hear all the pretty sounds you make."

his words made yoyr head light, or maybe it was the head of his cock slowly entering your tight pussy. whatever it was, you were enjoying it

"ah, fuck," he groans as he grabs the sheets with his fist. you moaned as well, grabbing his biceps for purchase as he slowly bottomed out in you

"i love you," he whispers as he enters you completely. the sincerity of his voice makes tears spring into your eyes

"i love you," you respond as he begins to slowly thrust into you

his strokes were slow and gentle at first, making you get used to the stretch and intrusion, making you relax so hecould give you what you wanted. your hips began to move against his, meeting his thrusts

"tan bonita, tan preciosa, todos para mi," he groans as he picks up speed, rutting into you with purpose.

your breathing got shallower the closer he brought you to your orgasm. you felt so in love inthat moment as you stared up at him with rose tinted irises. you clech around him as you come for the second time. he continues to thrust into you, this time flicking your clit with his thum. the overstimulation makes you clench and jerk uncontrollably as you cry out his name.

"asi, mi amor, you can do it again.you can give me one more," he groans as his th rusts pick up more speed

"i- i- "you choke out. you feel him getting to you, his fingers on your clit, his thrusts against that ribbed spot inside you, his cock twitching with every thrust

"i cant," you cry out as you feel him get closer and bringing you along with him.

"you can mi amor. you can do it," he grunts. "come on, just one more. i know you can."

your breath catches as you feel your third orgasm wash over you, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. your body trembles and yoir pussy clenches, making carlos release his large hot load in you with a groan. you stare up at him as you try to regain your breath.

"i love you, he rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"i love you," you respond , holding him close

[rottin6]

I’ve been thinkin about your jegulus cam sex universe im v curious if you have more thoughts to share i know you mentioned a rosekiller element in one post?? but also curious about jegulus like how involved is James is the camera ever out of his hands or is he fuckin reg with a POV view using a little handheld cam

dude i got this ask a month ago and i've just been putting off answering it cause i'm stupid i apologise

i did mention a rosekiller element in this post cause i can't imagine them in this universe not being pstars??? if that makes sense. and they'd be the stars too, like i know it's jegulus based and reg is meant to be the star but he's not the public's star. reg is james' star, his baby, his artwork. but rosekiller is what really brings james his fame, they get his money up and make james the fuckin director.

as for the sex and the logistics of it all: at first it really is just shitty cracked iphone 7 camera quality type videos. there's no story to the porn, no fuckin pizza delivery guy or getting stuck in the washing machine. it's just james holding his phone up and fucking the absolute life out of the other person. (at this moment in the timeline james is not fucking reg, nor does he even know reg! go back to the og cam sex post and james has a proper camera. like an actual canon xa60 camcorder and he's asking reg to give his name and age, as though he's introducing a new star to his audience. in other words, james has been fucking. this man's had his cock in multiple of his stars, building his cinematography (if you'd even call it that))

i think it gets to a certain point where james eventually lets the camera go, getting one of those standup ones so he can realllly go to town on regulus. as he builds his fame and climbs the ladder, i think he sort of steps back from being the one that does the fucking, and just sits back and observes. he makes sure to capture the sex for the art, getting in all the right angles and positions. he doesn't get nasty with it, like i can't see him jerking off behind the camera while he watches evan and barty. it's his job for crying out loud, the man takes pride in it. but when he's with regulus, his pride's out the window. he wholeheartedly believes only he can fuck reg as good as he does and i think that's why makes the decision to pack his bags and leave for the south of spain with reg, no one else

[short-black-diamond]

Hi im not sure if you like him but could you do bf hcs for luna from blue lock if thats okay? Thank u

ok I think he's a side character?? Wasn't he in world five...?

Ok I'll try my best!! also I don't think I will ever do headcannons, I prefer writing stories, love. I hope that's okay with you :D

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Bf headcannons with Leonardo Luna !

Okay, to start off, I think you two met verrryy randomly in Spain. He gives me the vibes that he likes fish very much, and so, you two met at the fish market.

I can just imagine following scenario:

Loud voices were heard, where people either yelled "Everything on slae!", "Don't you dare drop that!", "Moooom!?", and "Come here, try things out!" (->I heard that from personal experience.)

Amidst the people selling and bying, kids running around, and elders sitting somewhere and chatting, Luna went to his favourite fish shop. There, he saw a dilemma.

A pretty person, you. His cheeks took on a rosy hue the longer he stared at you, but when the seller yelled at you to scram, you yelled right back.

"My family are patrons in this shop, and never got any one of us treated that way!", you exclaimed. And in the next moment, an elder looking man stepped in, with a mean snarl towards the new employee before catching sight of you.

"____! What a surprise! How's college?!", he yelled happily as he strutted towards you to hug you. You hugged him back with a frown.

"College is good, but not that new employee you hired.", you stated, glaring at the guy. He started to sweat. Next to Luna were two elderly people who only shook their heads in dissappointment.

"It's always the same with that boy...", the first one muttered, and the other one chimed in. "Yes, the boy thinks he's so high and mighty by working here that he's forgetting his place."

Luna kept looking at the scene, also at the types of fish.

"What?! What did you do this time, boy?!", the elder man explaimed, gritting his teeth at the younger man. You looked at the boy in arrogance.

"He can't even cut the fish properly. I told him to not cut off the head, but he did anyways. He also didn't riü out the spine. And now, he wants me to pay 50 Euros for cutting a 500 gramm light fish. That is simply ridiculous and disgraceful."

"That's it, you're fired!", the elder man exclaimed. "Pack your things and leave!"

You smirked at the outraged expression of the clerk who left. "I'm so sorry, ____. He's always been a pain in the ass...and now I don't have a helping hand..."

Luna and you spoke up at the same time. "I can help!"

You looked back to the guy in surprise. "Wait, aren't you...?!", you started, thinkin, and Luna shook his head in worry.

"Ah, nevermind."

Luna let out a small breath of relief. He loved going to these markets, but he hated getting recognized. And he also loved the fact that you didn't call him out.

however, he held his breath again when the owner of the shop looked at him with a frown. "Wait...I know you...!"

"Y-yeah...?!", he asked, hoping that tha man wouldn't say anything about him bein Leonardo Luna.

"You're also freqzent visiter, aren't you?! So you should know how to cut fish as well! If not, than our ____ here can help!", the man explained, and Luna sighed again.

"Two new workers instead of one!? That would be great!", the man exclaimed again before he told you two to meet him again after giving you both your fish.

Okay, and here would be where they are getting to know each other.

"So, you love going to this fish market, but you don't like getting recognized...", you muttered, feeling sorry for almost blowing his cover.

"Yes. I really do. This market is particularly close to the ocean, so that is a huge plus when you want fresh fish."

You frowned at him. "But, do you even live here in the area? And why do you even need that job?", you asked as you were sharpening the knifes in the kitchen with him.

"I know that I am actually filthy rich, but I wanted to work somewhere else besides playing soccer. And I love fish, so I'm glad I got a little part-time job here.", he answered with a smile.

You nodded in understanding. "My name is ____ ____ by the way."

"That's a cool name! Do you actually work to pay for college, or..?"

"I got a scholarship, but my family is in slight debt. If I work here for a few weeks, then we can pay everything in no time."

...

And through the smell of fish, hands filled with blood and some of the fishes eggs (y'know these orange or black or red little balls), you and Leonardo grew closer.

You two shared some funny stories as you sold the fishes, and your harmonized teamwork made the atmosphere in the shop wonderful, making people want to visit more and more.

And then, on the last day of Luna's workday, he asked for your number. "I..I really like you, ____. And I'd like to stay in touch...", he muttered shyly.

you blushed, but you gave him your number nonetheless. "call me soon. Tell me when you're done travelling...I'm gonna miss you, you know?"

And since then, you were alone with your chef, the owner of the shop. He became like a second father to you, and he also teased you for not confessing first.

"I didn't know when the right moment was, Tio!", you exlcaimed. He only laughed. "It's never the right moment with you younglings! I'm glad he confessed though."

Suddenly, a person stepped in. It was a cold winter day, and you were still cutting the fish. "Hey ____.", Luna said as he took of the scarf which covered half his face.

"Luna..?!", you whispered. You ran towards him and hugged him, but you didn't touch him. "Sorry, I'm covered in fish...", you muttered, but Luna didn't seem to mind as he held your with fish-blood smeared face and kissed you gently.

"Finally!", the owner yelled in happiness, and the customers were surprised.

...

Long story short, Luna led you to many restaurants, flew around the world with you for a bit, and you two got together.

He was such a gentleman. Gifting you expensive looking flowers, buying you some of his merch after he saw you with a Loki Keychain (he's still pissed abt that) and overall was a very gentle lover.

When he'd be tired from work, you'd be there to cheer him up over the phone, or whenever he did a surprise visit, you'd either massage him, or cuddle with him.

He doesn't really know how somebody like you could be together with someone like him at first, because he couldn't control his usual arrogant and sacrastic self. But, it turned out that your sarcasm rivaled his and you were just as arrogant as him in certain aspects.

He loves it when you are being arrogant and sarcastic to the haters in the comments, and he always laughs when you tell him what they answered. He loves it when you comb your fingers through his blonde hair, and he always leans into your touch with a smile.

He enjoyed spending time with you, and he hopes that he can someday be more than just your boyfriend.

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Sorry if that wasn't what you requested, because writing for side characters is actually tricky...

But it was fun to write, and I hope it was okay for you.

Read you in the next post!

[player1064]

“It’s still just as hard to return to his own bed afterwards as it had been four years ago” has RUINED me.. pls expand on them getting together omgggg

(in reference to my drabble from the other day)

me writing parts of the wife-Gary saga where they're in a committed relationship: fun. silly. these two idiots are so insufferable and drive everyone crazy w how in love they are.

me writing parts of the wife-Gary saga BEFORE they're in a committed relationship: they are so fucking tragic. and the REASON they are so fucking tragic is bc they are stupid. and repressed. and don't know how to have normal human conversations with each other.

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 June, 2016.

“God, Carragher, ‘re you stalkin’ me? How is it that you’re always here after the shit games?”

“Calm down, lad, it’s only happened twice and I know you’ve had a lot more shit games than that. ‘Sides, ‘salmost like talkin’ about football is my job.”

“They should fuckin’ fire you, then,” Gary mutters.

Jamie raises a hand to his chest with an over-dramatic gasp. “But then we’d both be out a job. Think of the children, Gaz, how’re we gonna provide for them?”

Gary chuckles, but it comes out weak and bitter, shooting down any hopes Jamie has of lightening the mood.

He looks bad, is the thing. He looks really, really bad. Each month of the last six seems to have aged him an extra year, he’s pale and unkempt and he’s gained weight since Jamie had last seen him. And he’s looking at Jamie like – like he’d rather be looking at anyone else. Like he doesn’t trust him.

“That was cruel, Jamie, what you wrote,” he says flatly.

It’s my job, Jamie could argue, the articles get more clicks if I’m mean.

Instead, he looks Gary in the eye and says “I know. But someone had to say it.”

Gary rubs a hand over his jaw, huffs a sigh. “D’you not remember what it was like?” he asks, squinting at Jamie. “To wear the badge. I mean, I know it weren’t the same as Liverpool, for you. Weren’t the same as United for me, to be fair. But you must remember. End of the day, they’re just boys. We were too, all them years ago.”

“Gary, they played like shit,” Jamie says, gentle as he can. It doesn’t even occur to him to lie, to tell some meaningless platitude about how they tried their best. It was fucking Iceland.

“Yeah,” Gary says. “Yeah, I know.”

*

All Jamie wants is to say something mean, to tease Gary and make him laugh and for everything to just go back to fucking normal, for him to have seen Gary more than twice in the last six months. For those two meetings to have been after some fucking wins, instead of –

They sit side by side in the hotel bar, drinking in silence and staring blankly ahead.

Feels a lot like Barcelona.

“Ha,” Gary replies when he tells him this. “Fucking Spain.”

Jamie, who has never known Spain to do anything but take, raises his glass to that. “Fuckin’ Spain.”

Gary turns his head to look at him, makes a little high-pitched humming noise before shaking his head and staring down at the counter top instead.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he says quickly. “’s stupid.”

Not like Jamie’s got anything better to do than sit and wait for Gary to get over himself, so that’s exactly what he does.

Eventually, Gary starts up again, voice unsteady. “I always wondered, um. If Spain was as shit for you as it was for me.”

“Well I never lost 7-0, lad, so I’m gonna go with no,” Jamie jokes, even though he knows that’s not what Gary means.

Because what he knows Gary means is –

“I mean Madrid, James. I guess – I’ve been thinkin’ a lot, obviously, about Spain. And how before all this –” he waves a hand vaguely in the air. “—before all this, Spain was just – it was only ever Madrid, tha’s all it meant to me. And I always wondered, ever since – d’you remember 2004? I always remember gettin’ to training camp, that year, an’ I saw you ‘n him, and I thought, I mean – I wondered, if maybe it was the same. For you, as it was for me. I remember thinkin’ that.”

2004 was… What springs to mind, when Jamie thinks of 2004, when he thinks of Gary Neville in 2004, is how much he fucking hated him. He remembers watching him at England camps, watching him with Beckham and wondering how the fuck they were able to carry on like nothing had changed, when it was taking all of Jamie’s energy to be civil to his oldest friend.

“I think…” he says carefully, ever so slightly terrified that he’s read this all wrong. “I think it was, yeah. I think it was the same.”

Gary breathes a sigh of relief.

He looks back at Jamie, unblinking, and asks quietly “what about Valencia?”

“What about it?”

“Was’at the same, for you. As Madrid. ‘Cause it felt – not the same, I s’pose, but – similar. Similar enough. For me.”

Jamie takes him in, the dark circles under his eyes, the hunched shoulders. The way he’s nervously biting his lip. Jamie takes it all in, and he thinks fucking Spain, and he thinks fucking Iceland.

“What’re you asking me, Gary?”

“Come up to my room with me?”

*

“Jamie,” Gary says breathlessly, eyes wide, as Jamie grinds their hips together like they’re a pair of fucking teenagers, “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.”

“Christ, Gary,” Jamie huffs. Except it comes out softer than he’d meant it to. Christ, Gary. He splays one hand over Gary’s bare chest, scraping his fingernails over the pale skin. “You really don’t ever shut up, do ya?”

Gary flushes, brings a hand up to cover his mouth. Jamie grabs hold of his wrist and tugs it away.

“No, I didn’t mean –” he starts, painfully aware of what a fucking fool he’s about to make of himself. “I didn’t mean stop. ‘s nice. ‘s always nice, t’hear you dronin’ on.”

“Oh fuck you, Carra,” Gary says, but there’s a new twinkle in his eye. His blush has toned down to a delicious shade of pink, which makes Jamie want to do stupid things, like lean down and kiss him on the cheek, or say to him –

No. That can’t be what this is.

He smirks instead, says “think I’d rather fuck you,” delights in the way Gary’s grip on his arse tightens.

“Maybe next time, James, go easy on an old man.”

“Bit full of ourselves, are we? Thinkin’ I’ll be wantin’ a repeat performance?”

“More thinkin’ you’ll be wantin’ a rematch, ‘cause so far you’re a shit fuckin’ lay.”

“Am I fuck.”

*

The problem, when you really think about it, isn’t Jamie at all. He’s lying on his side, propped up with his elbow, and he’s watching Gary smile dozily at him.

The problem isn’t Gary, either. Or maybe it is, maybe the fact that he’s not the problem is causing a whole new set of problems, but Jamie can’t slow down his racing mind enough to deal with that right now.

No, the problem is fucking Spain, it's Valencia, it's Madrid, it’s David Beckham and it’s Michael Owen. The problem is this hotel in France, and it’s Iceland, and it’s Roy Hodgson, and it’s fifty years of hurt. The problem is about an hour’s drive down the M62, the problem is lying across from him, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his stomach, and the problem is saying “think I could love you, y’know,” as easily as you might say ‘it’s going to rain today’, or ‘Manchester United will never win the league again’.

And the problem, the real problem, is that Jamie can’t say it back. The problem is he’s never been able to say it, not to anyone.

So fine, maybe Jamie’s the problem.

He leans forward and brushes his lips against Gary’s, feels his pleased little hum, feels him try pull Jamie closer.

Jamie pulls away, slips out of the bed. He keeps his back to Gary when he says “I’ll see you at work when new season starts, then, yeah?”

“Oh,” he hears Gary say, voice small. “Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll – yeah.”

Jamie pulls his clothes back on and walks out the door. He’s got a flight to catch soon, anyways.

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Is there not going to be anymore cabin in the woods?

there totally is! I'm actively writing it right now! its going to be a chose your own adventure style ending. I'm planning on writing three different scenarios with three different endings each. those scenarios are:

the Sully's private investigator finds out where the cabin is and Spider gets taken away from Quaritch

Spider gets into a hunting accident/gets really sick giving Quaritch no choice but to take his son back

Quaritch family vacation that's really just a test to see how compliant Spider has gotten.

each one of these will have an ending of:

Spider ends up with the Sully's

Spider (unwillingly) ends up with Quaritch

and what I affectionately call, the only thing winning is the Stockholm syndrome ending

I'm currently writing the Quaritch family vacation scenario and I admittedly got carried away. I'm almost to the part where I'm going to splinter it off into the three separate endings but as it is, its at 6,162 words. I'm not going to post the full stories until I have each scenario with all of there endings done so it's probably going to be awhile since I go back and forth between this and my other fic Mama's Boy, but I'm happy to post snippets in the mean time, like this:

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  “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you,” Miles Sr sang as he carried a cake to his happily waiting son, “Happy birthday dear Miles,” he placed the cake on the kitchen table, the nineteen flaming candles glittering in Junior’s big brown eyes, “Happy birthday to you!” In one big breath Junior extinguished the flames earning an affectionate hair ruffle from his father as the man sat down beside him. “What’d y’a wish for.”

    The boy shrugged, “there’s nothin’ I really want Pa.” Pa the word sounding more like paw, the kid having absorbed his fathers southern accent. It made Miles Sr smile every time he heard it.

  “Oh come on now son. Everyone wants somethin’,” Miles Sr’s tone was light disguising his intentions. He needed to know what was going on in his kids head. Junior hadn’t tried anything in almost a year but every once in a blue moon….

   The boy just shrugged again, digging into his birthday cake. Miles Sr reached out taking his son by the chin, guiding his eye to meet his. Where had the time gone, he thought as he really looked at his boy. His hair had gotten darker with age, turning from a honey blond to a tawny brown, his cheeks almost completely rid of their baby fat, jaw squaring off. There was a ruggedness about Miles Jr now that hadn’t been present when his father first brought him home, born from the boy's long days running around in the woods getting scrapped up and sunburnt. The strapping young man in front of him looked so different from the scrawny, pale, long haired teen he’d taken back over four years ago. Which gave Miles Sr an idea.

   “Son, if you could anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?”

    Junior shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” 

    Liar “Oh, come on now baby boy! I’m sure some place has crossed your mind, when me or your auntie and uncles tell you stories. Or when you read about different countries when you're studyin’. If you had to pick one of those places where would y’a go?”

    He could tell that Junior was uncomfortable with this line of questioning. The boy was squirming in his seat, eyes darting away from his father. He’s thinkin’ this a test. And he was right, just not in the way he probably thought. “I’ve never been to a beach before.” Junior said timidly. 

   “A beach,” Miles Sr nodded “A beach where? Mexico, Spain, Italy, Greece, France, Japan…”

    The boy shrugged again. He’d really have to think of a way to break him of that habit, “anywhere would be fine just as long as..” it’s not here, Miles Sr supplied in his head, you're away from me! “….it’s a beach.”

   The father sighed leaning back in his chair, “I’m sure I can arrange something.”

   His boy’s eyes went wide, not daring to hope for such a thing, “but..but….what about the chickens! And the crops! We couldn’t just leave!”

   Good boy. The father didn’t miss his son’s use of the word we, or the panic in his voice at the prospect of leaving their responsibilities behind. “Well I’m sure I could get one of your uncles or your auntie to come up and watch things while we’re gone. We’d only be on vacation for maybe a week. Ten days tops.”

   He watched his words set in, Junior’s mouth slightly agape in disbelief of what he was hearing, his eyes sparkling with the prospect as his imagination and fears ran wild. “Are…are you being serious?”

   “As a heart attack!” The father slammed his hands on the table to punctuate his enthusiasm making his son flinch. The man stood up, laying a firm hand on the back of Junior’s neck, fingers tangling in the boy's mop of curls, using them to gently pull his head back, forcing him to look up. “I think this will be good for you Miles,” his voice was smooth as the purr of a bobcat, “we’ll see how much you’ve grown.”

[creative-chaos-apparently]

Okay because Historical kitten inspired me

Quotes:

JULIFRIA:

“A BIG adventure. Big world. But we’ll be okay— yes? We just need to use our heads. My fathers have taught me the ins-and-outs of giant survival! As long as we stick together it’ll be okay!” 

“… yes. Yes we…”

“Papà also taught me celestial navigation, and Pa taught me mapping!”

“We are going to die.”

LAWIX:

The cowboy swears. “Oh mierda!”

“Carrisime? What is wrong?” Felix’s eyes, concerned. 

“We should have made Cyrus our flower-girl!”

This earns a wonderous, unrestrained laugh from Felix, still holding him.

CLUNA:

“I love you.” She whispers. “I’m real sorry— about.. The past.. About–”

“The darkness brought me to you.” Luna says, a smile in her voice but not without grief. “Without it, I would not be as happy as I am now, in this moment. We cannot un-feel pain but we can live with it. Survive after it. And I was in the darkness but now I am in your colorful light.”

PYRUS:

“…. Why… why are we in a fountain?..”

“Had to cool you down somehow.” They state as if it’s the obvious. 

“…. But so are you. Why are you sitting underneath one of the spouts?..” 

“Well I wasn’t just gonna chuck the actin’ leader of Rome into a fountain! I’d have an army on my ass thinkin’ I was dumping a body. S’ides—- this way it’s sorta like a real chilly pool party with just me an’ you.” 

NIC^3:

—“Not Spain. America.”— The DJ answers. 

“That’s not me.” Nick tries. 

“BUT IT IS YOU!!!” Dom stares between the phone and his boyfriend in disbelief. “YOU’RE DJ ICARUZ?!! Dude— man— OKAY I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS—!!!”

Before he can ask them, Veronica slams her hand over his mouth and leans back into the seat more. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT WINGED HELMET?!” 

Nick runs stressed hands through his hair. “I was dating this model at the time—“ 

Larry interrupts. “YOU DATED A MODEL?!”

RILLY:

“I havent seen you in AGES!” Larry gawks. “You married Tilly!?”

The two ladies kiss. 

“Of course!”

“I went to their wedding dad, remember?” Nick nods. “Thanks for helping, Rebecca. Nice to see you.”

[itoshi-s]

Do you ever wanna cry at Sae and Rin's current relationship? Because it makes me wanna cry violently sometimes.

oh babes :( ALL THE TIME.. all the time!!!!!! i think what sells it 4 me is that it’s so realistic. sae getting depressed back in spain, wanting rin to continue w his dreams — for both of their sake — and maybe not really knowing how to rly show it :( ive seen people call rin dramatic for the way he is and it’s not even the rinnie girl in my speaking when i say they’re dumb lol it makes so much sense for him to react like that. his entire identity was influenced by sae ,, it’s natural it happens w siblings but especially when they share so much and grow up so close w each other. he was still a kid like ……15 is still so early in your psychological development lol it’s a given it will mess w ur head if your closest one tells u you don’t exist to them anymore 😭

welp i could truly talk abt them for hours on end ,, and i do get sad just thinkin about these boys :( what’s worse is that i cant rly see them sorting it out anytime soon and that’s what makes me want to tear my hair out

[ask-mister-mystery]

“i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back.  “ -Aggie missing her man and calling him when he’s out on the boat, maybe?

“I miss you too babe…” Stan speaks into the receiver of the satellite phone.

They’re in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, and the Stan O’ War is rocking gently on the water. Ford had got a cockamamie idea in his mind this is where the fabled lost city of Atlantis might be, and so they were investigating the waters off the coast of Spain in search of it. It was adventure, it was excitement, and it was breaking Stan to be away from Aggie for such a long period of time. Ford had said something about them being at sea at least another few weeks before they set sail back for Oregon. The journey back would take 20 days alone, and that’s if they went full speed, day and night, without stopping.

He had the horrible feeling in his mind that maybe the life of adventure he had looked forward to with Ford wasn’t worth it if he had to be apart from Aggie in the interim.

“It shouldn’t be too long…hopefully. I’ll be back in a month or two. Tops. All Ford’s found so far anyway is some overly large squid and some angry mer-people.” He looks out the cabin window and looks out Ford tinkering with the deck-mounted harpoon gun. He looks somewhat surly, probably because the lost city of Atlantis remained lost.

“I’ve been thinkin’…maybe I need to settle down. Stop with the adventurin’. It’s been fun for a few years is all, but I’d like to maybe take things a bit easier. Maybe this old sea dog needs to retire.”

[thejax-reed]

"I respect that..and I'm glad it's one of those nights too." He teased back, doing his best to remain still just like she'd wanted him to. Hard as it was, Jax liked to think he was holding up okay, and even looked around when an offer was made to revamp the interior as well. "You any good at murals? I imagine, with the way you've set up your studio, that you could draw up somethin' pretty cool if I asked."

Jaxon was not so sure he wanted to have any new faces join his other clients at Lunar Heights. He liked to keep the essence of it intact, so that the place might remain what it was even as time went on, but small adjustments? That he could do.. Plus, it gave him an excuse to bond with his daughter. "Glad you like it so much. I'll..let her know. You got any suggestions, by the way?"

Reed took one short look at the bandage and covered it with his shirt, turning his body towards the bar. "We've been thinkin' about adding some ..sea food to the mix. I made one trip to spain when I was younger and I really liked their breaded baby squid. Chipirones a la andaluza was the name of the dish."

"Hard to go wrong with a classic. It might not have much from frills but it does the job well." She thanked the spirits that he sat so still, that was always a struggle with tattooing and with medical things. Jax had never given her trouble though. She turned from her work to smile over to him, "Well if you need any help with painting pleaseeee call me. I need to leave the shop more." She perked up at the question and nodded, "I do! I go over to Nevermore quite a bit. Her food is amazinggggg, plus I'm a sucker for literature shit. I'm glad you two are working together, I'm sure your combined powers will have this place flooded with new faces in no time."

Max finished patching him up and started to put things back into the first aid box. Her tattoos are her finger tips shifting as if to help get it organized again before closing it. "Have you two started with some new options yet?"

[mesmir-ized]

there is something so delightful about how universal chicken & rice is..! its a staple dish in so many cultures & it really shows how deeply connected to one another we are... everywhere you go , there will always be chicken & rice !

[astrobeagle]

“It’s like it doesn’t belong to this world, as if it did not exist…Oviedo is like a fairytale.”

[gwyoi]

do people even play lacrosse in korea

[seanfalco]

Hello, dear best writer I know XD could I possibly request 19 and 26 (smut of course) for Nathan? (welcome back)

d'awww! you certainly can <3 hope you enjoy bb!

Can't Hardly Wait

prompt(s): "Were you masturbating?" + "How funny do you think teasing is now?" word count: 945 warnings/tags: mention of masturbation, some light snogging a/n: I rewrote the ending to this one like three different times until I found the right blend of funny, sweet, and sexy :3

Letting out a sigh, you flopped back atop your bed and checked your phone.  The last text you’d received from Nathan had been several hours ago when he’d boarded the plane home.  It seemed he hadn’t landed yet.

Of course you’d been invited on the trip as well, and as much as you’d liked to have gone, your request for time off had been denied, leaving Nathan to holiday alone with his father.

“Actually, y’know what, I’ve changed my mind!  I’m stayin’ here!”

“You’d really rather sit around here while I’m away at work than spend a week in Spain with your dad?”

“Yes!  The company is infinitely better.”

In the end, you’d managed to talk him into it, persuading him to give Mike a chance.  After all, he actually seemed to be trying to make up for the past and forging a relationship with Nathan.  Besides, if he was gunna pay for the trip, why pass that up?

The only problem was, you didn’t realize how much you were gunna miss him.  Sure, he’d kept in contact, texting and calling you every night, but it wasn’t the same as him being there.  Falling asleep without him next to you had nearly proved impossible and thought you’d tried sexting, getting off on your own just wasn’t as fun, and to top it off, you were horny again and you didn’t know if you could wait for him to get home.

“Aw fuck it,” you muttered, pulling your pants off and slipping your hand under your knickers.  At least you could read back through the sexy stuff Nathan had sent you the other night.

Lost in your building pleasure, you didn’t hear the door to your flat open and shut, or Nathan’s footsteps as he crept toward the bedroom.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called, flinging the bedroom door open, and you instinctively scrambled to yank your hand free and cover yourself with the blanket.  “Well, hello there.  Were you masturbatin’?” Nathan exclaimed with a laugh, his face lighting up gleefully at the way yours warmed with embarrassment.

“No!” you exclaimed stubbornly, but it was obvious Nathan already knew.

“I can’t believe you got started without me,” he cried, clapping his hand over his heart and feigning offense.  “Please at least tell me you were thinkin’ about me,” he teased, crawling atop the bed toward you.

“Was I?” you replied, pretending to think, “I can’t seem to remember.”

Nathan gasped.  “And here I thought you missed me!  I suppose you encouraged me t’go on this trip just t’get rid of me,” he accused, playing along, raising his thick brows as he plucked at your shirt.

“Oh shit, you’re onto me,” you laughed, gasping for breath as Nathan began to tickle you, his sly fingers ferreting out all your most ticklish places.  “I give, I give!” you cried, tears of mirth pricking your eyes as you fought to escape him and finally he relented, settling atop you.

“I didn’t know how soon you were getting home.  You were s’posed t’let me know when you landed,” you chastised as soon as you had control over your voice again, your laughter fading.

“I know, my phone died,” Nathan replied with a shrug.  “Thought I could surprise you, but th’surprise was on me.  Found yeh gettin’ started without me!” he cried, shaking his head ruefully.

“At least it wasn’t with anyone else,” you joked, quickly fending off a second attack.

“You little tart!” he gasped, though his indignant expression was spoiled by the grin that tugged at his lips.  “And here I was gunna shag your brains out, like th’good boyfriend I am!  But if y’wanna just flick the ol’ bean yourself, I can go knock one out in the bathroom–”

“No!” you exclaimed, clutching at his shirt as he moved to pull away and Nathan’s grin broadened, your desperation going straight to his head.

“How funny d’yeh think teasin’ is now?” he taunted, his voice turning decidedly husky, sending a shiver through you.

With an indignant huff, your lips turned down into a pout.  “I missed you,” you mumbled, your eyes flicking up to his and his expression softened.

“Y’missed me, did yeh?” he murmured, crawling back over you, his arms resting on either side of your head, boxing you in.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Y’missed the beast, huh?” he continued, rutting his hips teasingly against your clothed cunt.

With a whimper, you nodded again, sliding your hands under his loose t-shirt and up his back.

“Coincidentally, I missed your pretty fanny too,” he breathed, pausing to kiss along your jaw and down your neck while he fumbled to unsnap your bra.  “In all seriousness though,” Nathan murmured when he pulled back, his expression surprisingly tender as his gaze roamed your face, “I don’t really fancy th’idea of takin’ any more trips without you.”

For a moment, affection flooded you and you took his face between your hands as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, echoing the sentiment.  However, as you pulled back, an impish grin twisted your lips and mischief danced in your eyes once more.

“You just don’t wanna be left alone with your dad again,” you teased, and Nathan gaped at you, an amused snort ripping from him.

“And here I was tryin’ t’be sweet!” he cried.  “See how cruel you are t’me!?”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer.  “Now will you shut up and c’mere, and let me show you how much I missed you?” you purred, giving him a suggestive look.

“Yes ma’am,” Nathan yelped before you silenced him with a fervent kiss.

[player1064]

Feb 2016 (becks) 🥺🙏🏽

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

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February, 2016.

Gary doesn't pick up, the first time David tries to call him. It doesn't even ring, just goes straight to voicemail.

It's not surprising. Gary's always struggled, after a loss. And this was a very big loss. He's probably turned his phone off, gone straight back to the hotel to drown his sorrows with a - sensible, always sensible even now - single glass of wine.

He leaves it for a couple of hours, gives Gary some time to mope. I won't sleep well tonight, he'd said in the post-match press conference. David will be surprised if he sleeps at all, he knows what he's like: the guilt and shame will have him tossing and turning all night long, until he'll eventually give up and go find a treadmill to run on until his legs give out.

David's memories of Camp Nou are all good. He's only played there a handful of times, only beaten Barcelona there once, that season he was with Madrid. But that's all irrelevant, because for David, for any of his old United teammates, Camp Nou was the setting for one of the best nights of his life. And now that's been ruined for Gary.

When he calls again later that evening, he listens to the phone ring and ring, far longer than he's come to expect from the man glued to his phone. And when Gary picks up there's no greeting, just the sound of his shaky breaths on the other end of the line.

"Gaz?"

He hears a choked sob, then a sniff and a "hi, Becks."

This… this is unexpected. Gary doesn't cry, not ever. A bit, last summer when he lost his dad, but even then it was only when he and David were alone in their hotel room in Australia, his face pressed against David's chest while silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

David doesn't really cry either, now that he thinks about it. He's not sure what that says about either of them.

He tries to keep his tone light now, asks jokingly "why so glum? Your team lose or somethin'?" which should've made Gary give a feeble sort of laugh but instead just earns him another muffled sob.

More seriously, he adds "it's only football, love. It's only football."

"Yeah. Right," Gary says quietly. There's a slight echo to his voice, like he's calling from a bathroom or something.

"Are you out somewhere?" David asks, which feels like an embarrassing question when even the thought of him going out after a loss goes against a quarter of a century's knowledge about Gary.

"Wha? Oh, no. No, I'm at the 'otel, just - felt a bit sick, is all. Been campin' out in the bathroom for a little bit."

David's gut twists with guilt. "Say the word, Gaz, and I'm on the next plane over there. This time of night, I reckon I can be at your door in less than four hours."

It's an empty promise, not because he wouldn't go - David would quite readily run all the way to Spain if that was the only way to get there - but because he knows Gary will say no. Because Gary is far too proud to admit he needs other people, even his bloody husband. And because Salford has a game tomorrow, and Gary would lose all respect for him if David skipped out on watching it just to fly to Spain for a bit of a cuddle.

They sit in silence for a few moments, David listening to Gary's shaky breaths slowly start to even out.

"Can I ask you somethin', David?" Gary asks after a while, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Of course," David replies without a moment's hesitation. "Anything, always. You know that."

"Yeah." He hears Gary's uncomfortable chuckle, can just picture the way he's probably running a hand through his hair right now. "Yeah, I - I dunno, it might be stupid. Tell me if it's stupid, Becks, but lately I've - I've been thinkin', about Spain. I mean, obviously I've been thinkin' about Spain, see, stupid, but I mean - I've been thinkin' about Madrid."

David's been thinking a lot about Madrid lately too. Hard not to, when the man you love has fucked off to Spain and there's not a damn thing you can do about it without being marked a hypocrite because you did the same.

He'd hated Madrid. He'd loved Madrid. Both things can be true. He sometimes wonders what his life would look like now if United hadn't recalled his loan at the end of that season, if they'd sold him for good. Though who knows, maybe that wasn't an offer that Madrid had on the table. Maybe he was always going to end his career at Manchester United.

"I miss you more, this time around," David says gently. "Never would've thought that'd be possible, but. There you go."

"Yeah." Gary chuckles again, still uncomfortable. Like that's not the end of his thought, like the worst is still to come. "I just - I always wondered, an' I know it's stupid, so like - but I always wondered, like. D'you remember valentines, that year? With the - the red card, and the international break, and - but before all that, when you sent all them presents for me to Old Trafford? I - I dunno, I keep thinkin', lately, about somethin' Roy said that day. That maybe you felt guilty about somethin'."

David has had twelve years to anticipate this conversation, but the question still makes him wince, still feels like it's causing him physical pain.

He'd been all alone out there. He didn't know any Spanish, couldn't speak to any of his teammates. Back in Manchester, Gaz had lost his form, it was obvious even on a TV screen a thousand miles away, so David had been tiptoeing around him in all their calls, careful not to rock the already unstable boat.

So he'd had nobody. That's his excuse, and it's a weak one. Gary deserves better than that.

"I love you," he says quickly, even though they both know that's not a valid answer. "I've loved you my whole life."

"Becks."

"It only happened once. I can barely remember what she looked like. It was just once, Gaz, swear on my life. An' I felt sick after, for weeks and weeks."

"Alright." Gary lets out a long, shaky breath. "Yeah, alright then. Yeah."

"Gaz -"

"Think I already knew, didn't I? But I think it's good, that - at least now I can stop wonderin'."

"I love you."

"Yeah." Gary sighs again. "Night, David."

*

Felt a bit sick, Gary had said.

It's probably just coincidence.

[venusgroove]

shuffling my spotify playlist and assigning each song to a placement!

the neighbourhood, silver lining - 1h chiron

“you were out of your league the last time

didn't expect 'em to see your bad side

you told 'em they could believe in you

now you just gotta believe it too”

the weeknd, love to lay - 7h scorpio

“then i told her i’ve been thinkin' 'bout her lately

but she told me that to love her is so crazy

'cause she loves to lay

i learned the hard way

she loves to lay, i’m all to blame

i learned the hard way”

frank ocean, lost - sagittarius 9h

“lost, lost in the heat of it all

girl, you know you're lost

lost in the thrill of it all

miami, amsterdam, tokyo, spain, lost

los angeles, india, lost on a train, lost”

rex orange county, apricot princess - venus-neptune aspects

“but i wanna show them

how much i need her, i’m in this place again

yeah, i wanna show them

that this ain't a fantasy, she's my best fucking friend

and i wanna show, i wanna show her the world

and i need to know that she's down to go”

twice, push & pull - 5h leo / leo venus

“i’m almost shaken by your attitude

oh baby, ooh, i want it, you know it

i never want to lose like a fool

oh baby, ooh, i want it, you know it

everything from your eyes to your face

i try to play it cool, gotta play it cool

i'm pulling, push and pull

everything from head to toe

i try to play it cool, gotta play it cool

i’m pushing as well, push and pull”

kids see ghosts, 4th dimension - 10h moon

“now this the theme song, this the theme song

the put the beams on, get your, get your dream on

but you don't hear me though, drama: we let it go

watch the guitars roll, but let your friends know”

red velvet, in my dreams - 1h neptune

“in my dreams, you love me back”

childish gambino, redbone - 8h saturn

“if you want it

you can have it

if you need it

we can make it

if you want it

you can have it

but stay woke”

eydie gormé, piel canela - 5h venus

“if the rainbow were to lose its beauty

and flowers their perfume and color

my sadness would not be as great

as that of being without your love

i care about you, and you, and you

and only you, and you, and you

i care about you, and you, and you

and no one but you”

nicki minaj, i thought i knew you - cancer & neptune 5h

“i thought i knew you

ha-ha-ha, i guess i didn't

i thought I knew you

fuck, baby, i guess i didn't

i thought you was down for real

thought you would stick around for real”

that’s it! i had so much fun doing this!!! sorry there’s so much songs relating to relationships haha!