#yeah it's a field of irises

[la-guarido-del-perrozorro]

and if our hearts all disappear and if our bones, they crumble to the soil well all our love will rise again

a promise - broken records

[jesuistrestriste]

IMAGINE GIVING SUB!ART HEAD WHILE HE IS DRIVING

(I know we have never interacted but I binge read all of your mike faist characters fics and I’m obsessed with your blog so forgive me for intruding)

three hours, cross-state, is hardly a lengthy roadtrip, but you and art make it feel like one. packing snacks and making playlists for the ride. it's not often that you two will travel within the state; there have always been more occasions that require the two of you to fly. so, it's only natural for this to be treated like a fun little adventure.

almost like a date.

art's got a tournament tomorrow afternoon on the west side, yet he still insisted on being the one to drive.

after about an hour and a half, the songs start to loop back around in the mix and the lull of the highway's soft rumbling against the wheels makes the blonde's lids start to droop. it's warm inside the vehicle as the trees and fields of grass go by, and that only makes it harder to stay conscious.

and when you say something to art to try to get his attention, and he nearly jolts upright in his seat, you know you have to do something to try to keep him awake..

"baby.." you say, giving him a look that says 'cmon now'.

he sighs, blinking and trying to shake the sleepiness from his head.

".. 'm fine, i'm fine.." he tries to protest, fighting your gentle but accusatory expression. he fails. he yawns.

the sight of his tousled golden curls hanging over his forehead, and his strong hands gripping the steering wheel, is all it takes for you to start readjusting in the passenger seat.

you give a soft tug to your seatbelt to coax it to give you more range of motion, and then you're leaning over the empty cupholders between your body and his to start undoing the tie on his loose joggers.

art chuckles weakly and flushes tomato-red all over his cheeks, his gaze darting rapidly from your head hovering above his lap to the windshield.

"woah, woah," he breathes out, "i.. you don't have to do that. and isn't it a little illegal..?"

you smirk, grabbing onto the sides of his pants and pulling them down his hips to reveal just the top half of his boxers. just enough to get ahold of what you crave.

"do you want me to stop?" you speak softly and slowly, lifting your head up to look to his aqua blue irises. his pupils are massively blown, you notice them right away. he's already tenting in his briefs.

art swallows thickly. and then he shakes his head.

you nod, chuckling, and look back down to the last piece of clothing between your skin and his.

"ive got you, babe," you whisper, "just keep your eyes on the road and try not to get us in a wreck, yeah?"

he nods wearily, and a small jolt of his hips follows suit.

you pull down his boxers just enough to let his heavy parts spring out, and then you're leaning in to engulf his throbbing tip in your mouth.

art can't stop it-- he immediately lets out a guttural moan, low in his chest as his face crumples with the pleasure of feeling your soft, wet mouth suckle on his cock. one of his hands shakily reaches down from the steering wheel to affectionately rub over your upper back and neck.

"Ouungh— fuh-fuck..." he whines softly.

you hum around him encouragingly, beginning to bob your head up and down as you feel him swell over your tongue.

his back arches up from the seat, and his hand on your body tightens to fist at the fabric of your top like he's gonna burst.

"mmmph- mhmmm- mhmmm-" you moan around him. he groans, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he starts to needily buck his hips as you suck him in the exact way that always drives him crazy.

in the middle of taking him to the back of your throat, an involuntary hum of surprise is pulled from your chest as you feel the car swerve sharply.

you give a few playful but corrective pats to the side of one of his thighs, and he moans before he mumbles out a rushed 's-sorry, sorry'.

your tongue curls around his shaft, licking up the precome that's mixing thickly with your sticky spit, and you swear that you hear a couple stitches in your shirt tear as he pulls at it and shudders.

his eyes are on the road, but art's mind is wholly consumed by you and everything that you're doing to him. how is it possible for one person to know all of his weak-spots? everything that makes him want to spill down into your tummy as you milk him dry?

his thoughts of disbelief are cruelly interrupted when you begin to suck him faster, hollowing your cheeks and lapping at the underside of his cockhead as your palm strokes the base.

he lurches forward in his seat with a pained whimper right before his legs start to shake; his muscles tensing all over as he tries not to close his eyes and risk running the car off the highway.

"ohhh, shit, hah—please, i'm almost—“ he fucks into your mouth gently, waves of hot aching pleasure building up from his gut as he spares a few looks down into his lap where your head moves earnestly.

you don't hesitate; stroking and laving your mouth over him lovingly and passionately, making sure to hum around him in an effort to send some vibrations up through his pulsing length. you squeeze your eyes shut.

art can't hold back anymore. he just cant.

he's nearly curled over the wheel when his hips jerk once, twice, three times, and then he's crying out as he calls out your name and comes.

it gushes past your adoring lips, glazing them for just a moment before you swallow him down and let the walls of your throat squeeze around his cock.

your boyfriend is sobbing softly with overstimulation and ecstasy, writhing in the driver's seat. your hand only continues to move relentlessly though, stroking his oversensitive shaft and cupping his balls as he chokes on his words.

"oh, please," he whimpers out, fingers still tightly grasping onto your shirt, maybe even harder than before. his toes curl in his court-scuffed sneakers, and he slurs out an assortment of 'too much' and 'so sensitive' and 'i'm done'.

you slurp up his leaking parts and pull yourself off with a soft pop and smack of your lips, grinning as you sit up and look to his dazed expression; chest heaving, legs shaking, eyes lidded. his hand leaves your back to return to the wheel, but you dont miss the way it trembles against the worn leather.

your clean hand reaches up to push back his blonde locks, and he squeezes the steering wheel as he struggles to gain his bearings back. a chuckle leaves your saliva-slicked lips, and you lean in close to his ear as he pants like a puppy.

"you still sleepy?" you whisper lowly.

all art can manage is a soft shiver and a moan, but he shakes his head the best he can.

"good."

safe to say he drove the rest of the way to the destination without so much as a whiff of being tired. the only thing that bothered him during the remainder of the journey was the smug look on your face, and the way his half-hard dick wouldn't go down (no matter how much he tried not to think about your touch).

[ahqkas]

Mattheo with gf! Reader who spaces out a lot due to her adhd. Sometimes it comes to an extant where mattheo had to either pat her shoulder to snap her out or either snap his fingers lightly in his face. Of course mattheo would glare at anyone who would snap rather rudely at his gf.

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MATTHEO HAD ALWAYS KNOWN THERE WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU. it wasn’t just your infectious laughter that warmed his heart or the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you loved. it was the way you would suddenly drift off into your own world, leaving conversations mid-sentence or losing track of what you were doing. at first, it puzzled him, but as he got to know you better, he understood it was part of your ADHD. it was just another piece of you that he adored.

one afternoon, the two of you were in the hogwarts’ library. the ancient room was filled with the soft sound of rustling pages and the faint smell of old books. you were seated across from your boyfriend, a pile of textbooks and parchment spread out before you as you tried to study for your upcoming transfiguration exam. mattheo was deep in a particularly dense herbology textbook when he looked up and saw you staring blankly at the high arched ceiling. your quill was frozen in mid-air, a tiny blot of ink spreading slowly across the parchment.

he watched you for a moment, noticing the way your eyes seemed to be far away from this land, distant and unfocused from the task before you. with a hint of a gentle smile, the slytherin boy reached across the table and tapped your hand with his index finger. “hey,” he said softly as you blinked a few times, your gaze snapping back to his. “where’d you go, angel?” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

you sighed and returned the small smile back to him. “sorry, i was just . . . somewhere else.”

mattheo chuckled and enveloped your hand with his before you felt a light squeeze on top of it. “no need to apologize. just wanted to make sure you were still with me.” he gave you an encouraging nod, full of understanding. you adored your sweet boy to pieces, especially with how gentle he was with you. the complete opposite of how he was with others.

later that day, during defense against the dark arts, professor snape was explaining a complex counter-curse. you were diligently taking notes when your mind started to wander again. the professor’s voice became a distant hum, and your thoughts drifted to the quidditch match next weekend. mattheo was a beater on the team, a fact that filled you with both pride and a bit of anxiety. you couldn't help but picture him out on the pitch, his muscles rippling under the tight quidditch robes as he swung his bat with a strength and power that was mesmerizing to watch.

you imagined the way his dark curls would cling to his forehead, damp with sweat, and the intense concentration etched on his face as he scanned the field for any bludgers that could be considered a threat to the promised victory of the slytherin house. you could already hear the cheers of the crowd, the roar of excitement that accompanied every successful hit. your boyfriend was as feared as adored.

as you continued to daydream, a warm hand gently touched your shoulder, snapping you back to the reality. mattheo’s dark irises met yours with a mix of concern and amusement dancing in their depths. he had been watching you space out, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he recognized what was going on.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, his lingering hand tracing its path down your shoulder.

you gave him a nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. how could you manage to live like this? with a boyfriend like that? merlin, you needed a release. “yeah, just spaced out again.”

the said boyfriend offered you a reassuring smirk, along with a knowing glint on his face. “it’s okay. just stay with me, alright?” he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning back to his notes.

the final bell of the day rang, and you both made your way to the great hall for dinner. the long tables were crowded with students and meals, the clatter of silverware and the buzz of conversation instantly filling the room. you sat down next to mattheo, who immediately started piling food onto your plate, knowing that you often forgot to eat when you were preoccupied. a bit of this and a bit of that, exactly like you liked, before he moved to help himself to tons of food as well.

and as you ate, your mind started to drift, again. although this time, it was the flickering candles above that captured your attention. the way they floated and swayed to the atmosphere of the hall was mesmerizing to you. suddenly, you felt a gentle nudge against your side and when you ripped your gaze away from those lights, mattheo was looking at you with that same smirk plastered on his lips.

“earth to [name],” he said, snapping his fingers lightly in front of your face to emphasize his words.

you shook your head, blinking as you refocused on him. “sorry, i was just . . .”

“mesmerized by the candles,” he finished for you, his smile widening. “i know. they are pretty cool.”

you laughed, feeling your heart swell with the affection you held towards your sweet boy. he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you feel better. but not everyone was as understanding. a few seats down, you heard a student mutter something about “space cadets” and “daydreamers.” before you could react, mattheo’s expression darkened and his soft smile shifted into a deep scowl. he turned towards the student, his eyes blazing with protectiveness and anger.

“got something to say?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

the student paled and quickly shook his head. “no, nothing,” he mumbled, looking away. mattheo was known to not be messed with and the student didn’t possess a death wish for now.

your boyfriend turned back to you, his expression softening instantly. “ignore them,” he said, reaching out to take your hand in his, the warmth providing you with the needed comfort.

you smiled, squeezing his hand in return. “thank you.”

the night went on and the two of you retreated to the common room. the fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room as you curled up on the couch with a book, while mattheo sat beside you, his arm draped over the back of the couch. every so often, he would glance over at you and the book in your lap, drinking the written words in like it was water.

at one point, you felt yourself starting to drift off again, the words on the page blurring together. before you could get too far, the slytherin boy gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch instantly bringing you back.

“you still with me?”

you nodded, leaning into his touch. “yeah, i’m here.”

“good. because i’m not going anywhere.”

in that moment, you realized just how lucky you were to have someone like mattheo riddle in your life. someone who understood you, who accepted you for who you were, and who was always there to bring you back when you drifted away. and you knew that, no matter what, he would always be there, watching over you with that same loving gaze as you would watch over him with.

[writerseclipse1]

this was inspired by a tiktok about simon liking the mark your lipstick makes on his face and my barenbliss full bloom matte liptint thank you. will post my cod masterlist in a few days

c/w: none

simon wouldn’t call himself a very affectionate man. no, no, that was not who he was.

but as he watched you hook the earrings he got you for your first anniversary while standing in front of the vanity he made you for your second, he started to consider the contrary.

walking up to you, he almost regretted disturbing your focused demeanor but as he wrapped his arms around your middle, rested his head onto your shoulder and inhaled your scent, he dropped his worries when he saw the smile that tugged at your beautiful face as you swiped your lipstick across your soft lips.

“still want to go out, love?” you teased, locking eyes with him through the mirror, the lights bouncing off of his blue irises. at your words, his grip on your waist tightened and if not for his big, burly build, you wouldn’t have pegged this man to be the feared and intimidating lieutenant of the 141.

a grunt was your only response so you continued with your lipstick, carefully swiping at any rogue marks. when you were done, simon pulled away from you, looking down at your smiling face. despite towering over your form, he was only ever simon to you. however, his opponents on the field don’t have the same luxury. 

he knew the routine. as you finish your makeup, you always pull him down for kisses, fresh lipstick be damned. it started as an cheeky joke when he saw you kissing the back of your hand to test its transfer, he deceived you into kissing him right after you had put your lipstick across his cheek.

needless to say, he liked the soft tint your lips left on his skin.

so imagine his surprise when you pulled back from his cheek and checked himself in the mirror, the mark nowhere to be seen. he looked down at you who was doing the same, checking your lips and swiping your finger across them. no mark.

“wha’ the ‘ell is this, dove?“ he asked, turning his face to see if his other cheek had a mark but alas, none.

“do you like it?” his eyes landed on the smile on your face as you surveyed your makeup. “it’s really nice. it’s matte and it’s transfer-proof!”

in the corner of your eye, you saw him roll his eyes and wrap his arms around your middle again but this time, his lips trailed down your neck. “there’s no such thing as transfer-proof. it’s jus’ one’a those bullshit marketing strategies to get ‘ya to buy ‘em.”

now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “yes, there is. it’s right here!”

a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “oh yeah? wanna bet, luv?” 

when he slid into the booth where his team sat, simon raised his eyebrow as soap laughed at him.

“somethin’ funny, johnny?”

the mentioned only snickered and nodded toward him. “you got a little somethin’ on ‘ya forehead there, l.t.”

simon didn’t reply, only smirking when he saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.

maybe he was affectionate. only for you though

[yunietunie]

Look at Me

(nsfw)

König was a quiet yet authoritative Colonel at the base. His eyes always seemed to look as if he was searching for something, wanting something. How long would it go on for before he caved?

fem!reader, colonel!könig, smut, MDNI, 18+, unprotected!sex, pnv,

A/n: this one has got to be my favourites, enjoyed writing it. This was one I had before i even started using tumblr.

let me know who you want next!!!!

König. The man you laid your eyes on when you first came to KorTac. Unsure if he’d ever look your way since you were just only a private, he a Colonel. You were a knife specialist, ranging in hand to hand combat, it being your strong point. In meetings you would catch his eyes darting to you every few seconds, obviously searching for something.

Months had passed and you didn’t really think much of König. Sure, he was somewhat alluring but he didn't even talk to you, and everytime you did he seemed to not respond back. He seemed nervous or something. But it was for sure, he enjoyed eye contact with you.

This game of cat and mouse played constantly with your irises fighting for dominance. Through his sniper hood, you could never tell what he was thinking or saying, his eyes displayed a poker face like expression. His voice seemed commanding in the field, but outside of it, he was very impassive. 

Whenever he did talk, it was never directed at you. You must admit, that man’s voice alone was enough to make you want something from him. Your fingers would fulfill your thoughts when you were alone in your barracks room. You hoped he never would find out.

While you were cleaning your knives from a previous mission that went sort of bad, you heard a knock on the side of the doorframe behind you.

“Verzeihung..?” The 208cm Austrian man asked you as you swiveled your head to meet his gaze. His eyes staring right down at you while he shifted his weight onto one hip. “Yes..?” You said quietly looking up to meet his icy stare. He looked… disheveled? Like he wanted to ask you something but was being held back by his own conscience. You raise an eyebrow to his stance and his sudden appearance. He was always busy… why was König standing before you at your desk?

“Can.. I borrow you for a moment, bitte?”His velvety voice corarsed you, with a type of uncertainty in his tone. He also seemed rushed. He motioned you up from the bench, hoping you’d oblige. You reluctantly nodded and got up from your seat. You thought it was to discuss your actions in your previous mission. But worst of all, you thought it was because he was going to ask you about what you thought of him.

 His breath would hitch in his throat as he would see you standing below him with a smaller frame than his own. Leaving the area, König walked down the corridor quickly, with you tailing behind him. Concentration filling his aura. As you both stride to his destination of his choice, your eyes landed on a door. His quarters. A thousand questions filled your head as to why he asked you to come to his quarters in the middle of your work. Opening the door and leading you inside, he closed it, locking it behind himself. Your eyes would wander around his neat room, everything was clean and well organized.

“Sitzen.” He spoke to you, motioning towards the edge of the bed. His sniper hood never dismissed from his face as he stared at you. You sit, he watches. You move, he took note. He was watching you as some type of prey. This raised even more questions as he began walking closer to you and looked down upon your body as you sat near the edge.

“I brought you here because it is more quiet.” König would begin as he watched your eyes for any expression. He was beating around the bush, especially since he was fidgeting with his gloves, slipping them off after a few minutes of contemplating. “Mein Schatz, I've noticed your eyes on me.” 

Shit. You were so sure he didn't see you at all. You seemed practically invisible, at least at work and rank wise. Yeah, the two of you would make eye contact but you assumed he didn’t think much of it. You only gave a nervous laugh, almost challenging that comment as he spoke it. You looked around the room, hoping to find some excuse, but before you could König would step even closer. “I don’t mind it really. Especially when I first saw you.” 

You were stunned. No, shocked that the Colonel would be talking to you like this. You couldn’t help but feel flustered. He still seemed desperate. Antsy even. He began taking off his tactical gear, tossing it aside, whilst keeping the hood over his face. 

“Have you been thinking of me?’ He asked the question you feared. It wasn’t really a question, well, since he already knew the answer to this. He’d catch your attention when he’d give meetings or when he was in the break room drinking some water. And what about those dreams?

“Yes…” You admitted quietly, a little bit embarrassed at yourself. This pressure began knotting in your lower stomach.

“So ein ungezogenes Mädchen.” König replied back with an airy smirk you could tell that was under his hidden face. You didn’t quite understand what he was saying, however goosebumps began to cover your skin. Your eyes seemed to drift away from his body, trying to think. He moved closer, towering over you, placing a hand under your chin to force direction back to his eyes. That only made the pressure in your lower stomach begin turning to a throbbing one.

“That’s okay,” He said as he continued looking down at you. He took note of your small squirming to readjust your sitting position. “Liebling. I must admit… I've been thinking about you too.” König continued his wording. In truth, you could feel yourself getting wet by the way he talked about you. The way he admitted he thought about you. So he did know and now he was just watching you. 

He moved closer, bending down to your eye level, which instinctively made you jerk your head backwards. He moved even closer. You moved back. He came closer. This would go on until he had you backed up against the headboard of his bed, crawling over your squirming body. Caught in a stare down between each other.

“I need you, liebling.” He said with a slight quivery tone, moving his face closer to yours. Your eyes flutter at the very thought. You’ve been only dreaming about this moment. Now he admitted he wanted you.

“Then you’ll have me.” You purred confidently as you stared back at him. There was going to be no hiding it now, especially with your slick folds giving away your thoughts.

You could hear a scoff given under the hood as he placed his thumb on your lower lip, looking at the plushness of it. He had you in his grips and he was not letting you go. At least not right now. König would take his time taking off the top of your uniform. He wanted to be gentle. He knew if he could, he’d tear you apart in an instant. Brushing your uniform top off, König’s eyes landed on your chest. It almost seemed like he was growing needy, especially as he rushed to slip your bra off.

Grabbing one of your breasts, he placed his other hand under you on the small of your back, lifting you slightly towards him. He moved his hood slightly up and placed his lips around your supple nipple. That earned him a small gasp from you. 

His tongue swirls around it, making it more sensitive with each movement. He occasionally nibbles lightly on it, sending jolting sensations down your body. While he was tending to your breast, he made sure to keep eye contact with you. How he loved your eyes when you enjoyed yourself, the reactions from them.

Soon after, he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention as you gave small whimpers to the gesture. He removed his hand from your lower back and grabbed it on your waist. Giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it travel down between your uniform pants. 

Two fingers rubbing against the fabric of your pants. He was teasing you and you knew it. His warm wet lips soon left your hard and sensitive nipple. On top of you, you turn your head away to avert your gaze from him, only for him to move his face closer to yours and speak to you in a whisper.

“Look at me… I want to see your pretty eyes.” He pleaded quietly, turning your sight to his direction once more. He wanted you to watch him. He wanted you to watch him see how much of a mess he could make you with just a few words and a few simple touches.

His calloused hands made their way to your pant button where he unfastened them. Along with your top, he threw it down to the floor as well, disregarding them. König would look down and his eyes widened to the coated wet spot between your panties.

“So wet for me already, liebling?” He would ask quietly while rubbing your clit through your panties in small tight circles. He’d continue the soft motion while your body trembled at the gentle touch. His fingers tore away from your pussy, slithering them under the side of your panties. Sliding them down your ankles, he kept one hand on your hip for grip support.

“I need to stretch you out. Or else I'll break you in half.” His accent rolled off his tongue. He looked down at your folds, pushing one finger into your greedy hole. A wince ran through your body as he curled it. He was teasing you again. König put his gaze back to your irises that were pleading for more. His voice was inviting when you clenched around his fingers.

He began pumping your pussy, his finger coated with your juices, becoming more slick by the second. Small whines would escape your lips as you kept looking at the scene. The pressure building once more as your clit began to throb. 

Without warning, he pushed another finger into you, making sure to spread you open. If this is what only two of his fingers did to you, imagine what his cock would do to you. As he continued to move at a slow and steady pace, that needy aura gathered around him again. His other hand moved down to your pussy as well. 

Slathering his thumb with saliva from under his worn out hood, he placed it on your clit. The rest of his hand applies pressure on your lower stomach. König’s thumb began rubbing in small circles as his fingers desperately tried to find your sweet spot. The only thing to fill the room were whines and moans as you began squirming around him, not able to keep still.

You instinctively try to shut your thighs back together. “It’s okay, liebling. Open up for me.” König‘s angelic voice would command you. With that demand, you give into his authoritative voice. 

Your cunt was throbbing and it felt so good to be stretched out by your own Colonel. His fingers now sliding in and out with ease, due to your own pussy betraying you. He curled his fingers. He found it. The spot that made your body writhe under him. Your desperate moans got his pace to move forcibly, even on your clit. 

For a man who was afraid to talk to people, he sure knew how to ravish you. It was almost unfair with the amount of teasing and toying he did with you. Then it was nothing. He slipped his fingers out your vibrating pussy then placed them in his mouth under the hood. Sucking your juices off his textured fingers. You were left with a shallow breath. Well, that was until he unbuttoned his pants and slipped his cock out.

It twitched, his eyes never wavering from your glistening and watering eyes. He was painfully hard, and even though you couldn’t see his full face, you knew he wanted it badly. Wanted you badly.

“Bitte.” He begged, he pleaded, he wanted as he inched closer to your cunt that was still longing to be filled once more. Your pussy would clench at nothing, but the size difference made you turn your gaze away from him. The anticipation of it slipping inside was enough to make your body squirm.

“Look at me, liebling. I won’t do anything until I see your pretty eyes.” He purred looking down at you as the tip of his cock rubbed against your heated slit. You slowly turned your gaze to him with a hot face, your lips pursing into a fine line.

He toyed around your pussy with the tip, just trying to make sure you were wet enough for him. The same desperate eyes meeting with your own. A sudden pain filled your lower stomach as he began pushing his hips closer to you. His cock entering your slick cunt. He was just head deep and it felt like he was going to tear you apart. You look down at the damage but his hand moves to your chin to look at him once more, then back to your hip. Squeezing it. Preparing you.

“Jesu–” Before you could finish your one worded comment, his cock already smothered against your cervix, bending it into his personal mold. A grunt escaped his mouth as he filled your pussy up. He loved the idea that you were smaller than him. König loved getting this reaction of pushing his cock into your needy cunt and stretching it out.

You were a mess, especially as he began pulling in and out, admiring your face as he did so. 

He slightly whimpered himself when he looked down and saw the large bulge from your lower stomach from him pumping in and out. He was trying to be gentle. Trying to go at a pace that wouldn’t break you. He was holding back. He didn’t know how much longer he could do that. His eyes looked back up at you for permission. You give him a nod.

Rocking his hips faster now, your cervix was already beginning to become bruised. He was so deep in you now, you thought your uterus was going to break open. His body slapping against yours, your moans and whines, his grunts and groans were the only thing filling the room. His grip on your hip is even harder, making a red mark from his handprint. 

“You’re taking me so well.” König would say between thrusts. He would put his weight on you, his face close to your ear as he moved even faster. He tried. He tried to hold back but you felt too good. Your tight cunt wrapping around his cock like a fucking glove. There were no words coming out of his mouth and definitely none coming from yours as his tip decimated your violated body.

His other hand found itself on the other side of your hip, gripping it hard as well. Leaving yet another hand print. König would move his ear closer to your mouth to hear how good he was fucking you, how good he was filling up your cunt with his cock. 

“Fuck.. So warm.” König muttered under his breath while feeling your warmth engulfing him inside you. He began at slow paces, making sure to get you adjusted to his shaft. It twitched and jolted within your walls. In and out, in and out, his body now slamming against yours as he hugged onto your body. You arched your back in response, squirming and writhing under his thrusts.

He stopped and lifted himself off you to look down at the mess he created of you. There were tears prickling the corners of your eyes. His hips would pound into you vigorously, bruising into your cervix. He would grunt into your ear, wanting you to hear how good you made him feel. König’s grip on your soft waist would begin to become painful, perhaps even leaving a bruise around the area. 

“Bitte. Bitte, liebling. Let me please you. Let me fill you. Bitte.. I need it.” He pleaded with an airy and shallow breath as he was still deep in you. You couldn’t give a response right away as you were still trying to find words. Instead, you wrapped your legs around his pelvis and your walls tightened around him, giving his cock permission to spill into you.

A groan would expel out of his mouth, a few whines when he began to feel himself getting closer.

Another round of plundering movements would meet your cervix, he began to move with even more force. His breath was ragged and heavy, his chest falling fast. The bed shook under you, your vision was beginning to become hazed by the pleasure you felt. You couldn’t help it, you moaned his name out with neediness it was almost embarrassing. You cunt clenching around his cock, hoping to squeeze him off every last drop. 

"So close." He moaned out next to your ear, his hot breath trickling with a bit of desperation when he felt himself become closer to his climax. The feeling of being swallowed by your warmth was throwing him into a feral overdrive.

“Oh.. Just like that. Please.” he would whine whilst his eyes kept themselves trained on yours. You couldn't help but feel as if he was trying to spear you open, but you could admit that the feeling was immaculate. The feeling of your legs tightening around his waist only made his thrusts more forcible and his voice more prominent.

This guy was really plundering you down to the depths of hell. "Inside?" He asked whispering, his brows furrowing slightly. "Inside." You would confirm, your arms wrapping around his neck.

A few hard thrusts gave before you felt his hot seed spill into your insides. He let himself ride his own orgasm out, giving a few movements before stopping while still inside you. König would fuck up into your pussy and into your cervix, making sure that you’re fed with every ounce of his cum. His breathing was shallow yet heavy as were yours. Panting, he placed a hand on your cheek, looking at you in a fond way. 

“I might be seeing you more often, liebling.”

[illumnis]

your presence is my dream. ― you are the light he follows in the dark to find safety, you are the lighthouse that provides him comfort when he's lost in the cruel sea, you are what he connects to others; the good traits and the bad traits- you are what encourages him to love freely, anything and everything. so what's so bad about admiring an angel at work?

pairing: var!genshin men x gn!reader (seperate!!)

warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff (unedited!!)

note: i'm writing this on my dad's macbook so this is like foreign ground for me,, the formatting might be a little weird. ALSO i haven't written in a hot min so i'm def going to be out of practice!! i’m sorry in advance if this work is not to my usual standards <;/3

art creds: dannylailai on artstation

it wasn't that your boyfriend was disturbed by the sudden interruption to your date. at first, of course, he was shaken up and slightly disappointed, but seeing the way you lit up was enough to settle his nerves.

your passion, your drive, and the simple notion to never let your love stay caged within a set of limbs, you loved, and freely at that. when he first met you, it scared him a little- how easily you found it to share a piece of your heart with the world. how willing you were to let things break your heart and to forgive because; that will be how it will be.

with you, he learned. with you, the world has become twenty times more colourful (as cliche as it sounds).

despite how much he has learned, to love every piece of the world ardently, he still manages to save the admiration for you.

though, he'll never admit that despite how much he appreciates every patch of grass, or blooming flower, or wise tree, he'll always find you the most breathtaking.

your eyes lit up with fervour- you were reminiscing about something with such passion to your old friend who had welcomingly interrupted his and your date.

he decides to listen in for a moment, still keeping gentle eyes drifting around your face. the curve of your lips, the glisten in your eyes, the tint of your skin.

if he wasn't delighted by you already, now he'd really have a field day.

"yeah! i don't think i missed anything... hey, do you remember anything from our first date that i missed?" you wonder, your head tilting in his direction and looking at him with not-so-sercret admiration.

he felt his heart soar, he tries to maintain his composure with an utterly content smile. he's scared that if he let's his resolve fall, his smile will reach as high as the clouds.

you had been talking about him with that fervour. he had been the reason for the twinkle of mirth in your eyes. he had been the cause of this avid passion.

the two of you stare at each other for a second. you, still expecting a response, hum and tilt your head in anticipation. at the slightest, he let's his smile twitch upwards.

the beat of your heart picks up as you catch his gaze drifting from your eyes, to your lips, and back up to your eyes.

in his eyes, a luster of affection dancing through his irises, which only makes you fight off the reverent grin that tries to mold it's way onto your lips.

he then breaks his gaze, looking over at your friend politely, the same passion you held evident on his eyes, but not his face.

he then looks back at you and once again, his smile grows at the sight of you, "no, i think you covered it all."

— boys who (begrudingly or not) admit that your mere presence is enough to enliven him- or in other words; idiots in love: childe, lyney, tighnari, kaveh, kazuha, wanderer, alhaitham, neuvillette, heizou, zhongli, kaeya, baizhu, albedo, wriothesley (I CAN LITERALLY SEE SO ANY PPL HELP)

navi. mlist.

[ryescapades]

angel baby | blue lock

— bllk boys as scenes/dialogues i’ve seen on tiktok

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, barou shouei x gn! reader

genre/warning: fluff, swearings, a small mention of violence

a/n: repost bcs tumblr is being a lil btch to me :/ also ill put the read more thing later I PROMISE but for now i just wanna post this 😭 part 2 (sae, oliver, shidou, kaiser)

isagi where the two of you somehow, one way or another, went through a rather harsh argument that almost lead to a breakup but he moves to grab a hold on your hands and intertwine your fingers together, navy blue irises smouldering with determination as he looks at you in the eyes, “no. i will not give up on you. you’re worth it, y/n. you always have been. i don’t care how long it takes but i’m gonna learn how to devour love you the right way. i’m not going anywhere.”

bachira where he playfully challenges you to a staring contest, his bright amber eyes burning into your own. his gaze so intense yet so loving it makes your eyes shy away, breaking eye contact as heat rushes to every part of your body (especially your cheeks which do not go unnoticed by your beloved meguru). a small curl of a teasing smirk appears on his face as he uses a knuckle to guide your eyes back to him by hooking it under your chin, “what’s wrong, honey? you’re getting all shy on me now, hm?”

reo where you’re feeling restless on one particular night, eyes wide open and body refusing to rest as you toss and turn in your bed. you stare blankly at literally nothing when suddenly the sound of your phone ringing enters your ears. reaching over to grab your phone on the bedside table, you quickly slide your finger on the screen when you see who’s calling. “hello?” you start. “i knew it. you can’t sleep, can you, baby?” his voice, deep and soothing to your ears says. you sigh, he knows you so well it’s kinda scary. “yeah, well… its 3 am so shouldn’t you be sleeping, reo?” you mutter. “with you? yes.” he replies back.

nagi where you come to his football match like you always do to support him, eyes immediately gravitate towards the snowy haired striker on the field like a strong magnetic pull. his smoky dark eyes sweep over the seats until they fall on you, his face contorting to a conflicted one; eyebrows furrowed, mouth pulling into a slight pouty frown that he himself probably doesn’t realize. oh, right. you’re not wearing his jersey. you watch as he jogs over to where his team’s manager is standing while holding a bag that seemed to be his. digging into it, he pulls out a spare jersey with his number and name on it before walking over to you. huffing slightly, you ignore the stares of almost everyone in the stadium with a blush on your face as he helps you put the jersey on. slowly blinking his eyes like an affectionate cat, he kisses you on the cheek with a murmur of “now you look even cuter, pretty thing.”

rin where the two of you got invited to a party by a friend, and you decide to dress up a little more than usual. twirling yourself in front of the mirror, you catch the teal gaze belonging to a certain striker in the mirror. “what do you think?” you inquire. he doesn’t say anything, only opts to intensely stare at your figure before he approaches you. opening a drawer nearby, he pulls out some decorative pieces before wearing them on his lithe fingers. “rings?” you ask with a confused tilt of your head. he only nods at your outfit, “just feeling like i’ll be knocking out a few guys tonight.”

barou where you accidentally got yourself injured to the point you have to limp your way to places. leaning your weight on the wall beside you, you warily eye him as he turns his back to you and squats down. you chuckle nervously, "no, it's fine, shouei. i'm heavy anyways." after hearing your absolutely ridiculous statement, he glances back to give you the stinkiest glare known to mankind. "y/n, you're not even half my warm-up weight. now get your ass on my back right now."

[ivyodessa]

Hellcheer Anniversary Week Day Two - Friday Night Football Game

"T-I-G-E-R-S! GO TIGERS GO!" the squad yelled in unison while Tina and Rochelle did double front handsprings in the front. The two of them grabbing pompoms and rejoining the group for the final cheer.

Chrissy was in the center of it all, smiling and yelling as loud as she could with her squad. Hers. She was the captain now, the responsibility passed down to her at the beginning of senior year just a month ago.

The Homecoming game was the first big night to show off everything they'd been working on during cheer camp this past summer and the first few games of the season. Try as she might though, her focus kept getting stuck on a figure clad in black sitting at the very top of the bleachers smiling down at her.

Their pompoms pumped the air as they gave their final chant "GO, FIGHT, WIN!" and before she knew it, the announcer was welcoming the marching band and color guard to the field. Halftime finally, thank goodness.

She looked up to the top of the stands and expected to find a lanky metalhead with a Cheshire grin, but his spot was suspiciously empty.

Chrissy turned to Abby Lancaster, one of their best flyers, "I'm gonna get a drink from concessions, I'll be right back!" and walked off before the girl could even give an affirmative nod.

She made her way through the crowd of people milling around as the show began and found a small gap to crawl underneath the bleachers. It wasn't long before she saw the glowing cherry of a lone cigarette in the darkness.

"T-I-G-E-R-S! GO TIGERS GO!" Eddie cheered in a high, girlish voice while waving his arms in an uncoordinated attempt at a cheer routine. "You looked pretty good out there, princess," he chuckled warmly, flicking the cigarette aside.

"Oh yeah?" she said with sweet smile. "You think we can cheer them all the way to the championships?" She made her way to him and placed her hands on his chest, gazing up at him adoringly.

"Can you? Absolutely yes. Do I want you to? Fuck no. I want these fuckers to lose every game. I hate having to sacrifice Friday nights with my girl." His girl. Eddie Munson's secret girlfriend. The thought always set her cheeks ablaze.

"If I'm your girl why haven't you kissed me yet?" she pouted playfully.

With a smile he cradled her face and leaned down for a gentle kiss. A kiss that quickly turned heated. Her hands made their way to his hair, scraping his scalp and pulling a moan from him that she swallowed down eagerly. His hands inevitably made their way under her cheer skirt, squeezing and kneading her ass as his teeth and tongue turned her brain into fuzzy television static.

Somehow she broke away from their kiss, panting and still holding onto a fistful of his hair. She stared at his kiss swollen lips and then looked up into the rich chocolate of his wide eyes, a perfect shaft of light from the bright field lights illuminating the warm, brown canyons found in his irises. The cacophony of sound around them didn't even seem to touch them here in this private dark place.

She touched her forehead to his. "I missed you," she whispered desperately, her heart still beating erratically from their kiss.

"You're telling me," he huffed out a laugh, "Longest fucking week of my life."

She toyed with the chain around his neck, "But we're together now. And I plan on sneaking under the bleachers with you every game, just so you know."

He smiled and looked deeply into her eyes, "Whatever you want, princess."

She pulled on his necklace, bringing his face infinitesimally closer until their lips almost touched, "Just you, always you," she whispered.

[bits-and-babs]

This is only the first of what I hope will not be too many, but here we go! 🗝 Joel Miller + Country cowbow aesthetic. Because why not?! <3

⋆ 𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖

CountryCowboy!Joel Miller x f!Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: soft af, made my heart ache, playful flirting, literally such southern stereotypes written by an English Woman. Dry humping. 18+ ya nasties!

summary: Retired Rodeo-Cowboy Joel Miller settles down on his ranch with his number one fan.

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“They’re more hassle than they’re worth, y’know?”

A smile pulls at the edges of your mouth the moment his complaints reach your ears. His gruff voice drips with sarcasm, but you keep your eyes on the horses that prance around the paddock. They lift their hooves with synchronised grace, performing a dance as they clopped across the dried soil.

“That may be,” you muse, brushing your palms over the planks of wood that contained the mares. They’re beautiful beasts, their coats shining beneath the sunshine that the rim of your Stetson shields your face from. “But they’re mighty fine.”

The mocking southern accent you respond with has Joel pushing his elbow into your side.

“Hey!” You burst into a fit of giggles, the laughter bubbling from your throat before you’re able to suppress it. When you look up, Joel’s face is flat, that typical ‘Clint Eastwood Stand-off’ vibe that he always emanates, but his eyes betray him. There’s amusement swirling in his deep tan-leather irises.

Joel rests his palms on the wood, too, casting his gaze over the field. He’s handsome like this, you think, the dying gilded sunshine painting his face golden. It’s clearly crawled under his skin, cheeks glowing a subtle pink with sunburn and making the greys of his beard starker amongst the brown. His matching salt and pepper hair is windswept from working all day in the summer breeze.

It’s ridiculous, you think. All these years together, travelling to rodeos and spending most of your time hiding behind your fingers when he wrestled steers, you still felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach when you looked at him. He’d since hung up his bulldogging boots, ‘far too old to be wrangling bullocks’, and had taken up a much quieter life breeding horses for racing.

“You know,” Joel smirks, not bothering to look at you when he teases you, “You’re always talkin’ ‘bout how pretty they are but spend all your time lookin’ at me.”

“Shut up,” you scoff, tearing your eyes away from him and folding your arms across your chest with an indignant huff. The rumbles of a chuckle reach your ears, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“It ain’t so bad, you know,” he speaks softly, trying to ease your embarrassment, “It’s nice to know an old man’s still got it.”

You can’t stay mad at him for very long. That southern charm that effortlessly and unknowingly bleeds through each word works its way between your ribs and lassoes your heart with such ease. Again, you find yourself smiling, turning to look at him again. He’s unable to smother the grin that’s threatening to stretch across his lips, the edges of his mouth twitching.

“You’re not an old man,” you promise, reaching your hand across the small space between you. You hook your finger under the metal of his belt buckle and pull him towards you with a grin. He arches a brow at you pointedly, and you shrug with a grin. “Mhm, okay, maybe you’re a little old.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, watching you smooth your hands over his hips and waist.

“The kind of old that makes a man even more handsome,” you promise him, unable to look him in the eyes and choosing instead to drag your eyes over the tanned skin that glistens with sweat just beyond the collar of his flannel, “You age like whiskey, Joel.”

“Jack Daniels or Southern Comfort?” He asks, and you can feel his gaze dancing across your face, burning into your mouth and tracing your lips.

“Mhmm…” you hum softly, finally braving his stare and looking up at him. His eyes are dark with a rich need, hungering for your lips on his. “Redbreast.”

He can’t stand it anymore, you think, leaning down suddenly to press his lips to yours. They’re slightly dry from the heat, and you can taste the salt of his sweat. His body heards you against the fence, his work-worn hands dragging over your thighs and hips with a delicious hum that pools arousal between your thighs.

“Joel,” you breathe into his mouth. It comes out a little more desperate than you’d like, a little needier, but Joel doesn’t complain. His hands are hoisting you up, settled just beneath your ass, so your legs wrap around him.

“These fuckin’ jeans,” he huffs, frustrated when he lightly slaps your ass. Again, you’re laughing, knowing he hates them. They hug your figure just right, too tricky to get off in a hurry. “Just gonna have to make do, aren’t I?”

You’re unable to question him, to ask what he means, because he’s immediately grinding his hips against your own in a way that adds just the right amount of pressure to your clit through the seam of your jeans. Fuck, he’s rock hard beneath you, clearly turned on by your ridiculous teasing and the way you melted at the sight of him.

He swallows your moans with heated kisses, tongue dragging against your own. Fuck, his hands are squeezing at the flesh of your ass through the denim, enjoying the handfuls he steals.

It’s deliberate. The slow, heavy arcs of his hips when he grinds into you, focusing all the pressure on your clit with expertise only he could offer. He’d mapped out your body after all these years, the peaks and troughs of your structure memorised like the landscape of his ranch. Joel knew every pleasure point of your body, how to work them to his advantage and to your detriment.

“Fuck,” you whine softly, feeling him smirk into your shared kiss. Leaning your head back, you sigh when he pulls his lips across your jugular, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your pulse.

“Kiss your mother with that mouth, Darlin’?” He questions you, and you answer with a pointed, open-palm slap against his shoulder. He chuckles again, but responds with another heavy drag of his hips.

“Ohfu-“ you choke out, tears welling in your eyes. He just ruins you, just picks you apart and puts you together again so that all you can think about is the throbbing arousal that shoots up your spine.

“You gonna give it to me, Darlin’? Come on, Sugar. Come on,” he whispers to you, that gravelly tone sparking something honey-sweet inside of you. It’s not the lighting crack that he usually produces. No, it pours through you like molasses, slow and rolling and dripping between your thighs. A soft, drawn-out moan of Joel’s name pushes its way from your lips, and he praises you as your thighs squeeze him tight.

“Mhmm, Good Girl,” he hums, planting kisses along your jaw with a grin. “Don’t think I’ll have to work hard to wrangle you into bed, will I?”

He doesn’t.

END

[fxndom-multix]

Behind Closed Doors (X F.Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which the two of you were supposed to be strictly just ❛ friends with benefits ❜ until Gavi realizes just how important you are to him.

There is just one rule regarding a friends-with-benefits situation. Whatever you do, don't fall in love.

And somehow, Gavi had broken it.

But now was not the time to be thinking about it.

"Good girl, just like that- fuck." The brown-haired boy's teeth sunk into his lower lip as you rolled your hips against his, feeling the way your velvety walls perfectly wrapped around his cock. "Doing so good for me."

A whimper escaped your throat as you placed your hands on his bare stomach, fingertips dancing over his abs, trying to ignore the prominent ache in your thighs. However, he noticed your exhausted movements, concern slightly furrowing his brows.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I-" You swallowed, quivering as his dick hit the right spot inside you. "It's too much."

Deciding to take control, Gavi quickly pulled you off him before flipping you back onto the bed and pushing back into you again, dropping his head against your bare chest at the feeling. "Fuck. C'mon, you can take it . . . There we go, beautiful."

Your heart skipped a beat behind your ribs at the name that slipped from his mouth before you sighed in pleasure as he began to thrust into you again, slow and deep strokes, his hazel eyes heavy-lidded with lust ( and, unbeknownst to you, love ).

"Look so pretty like this." He murmured, watching as your back arched, the sounds falling from your mouth begging for him to speed up. He obeyed your pleas with a smirk, aware of the way you tightened around him, a usual indication that you were close.

He had become so familiar with your body.

"Gonna cum." You mumbled, eyes rolling back into your head before another spark of electricity shot through you as the pad of Gavi's thumb found your clit, circling the bundle of nerves as the knot tightened in your stomach.

"Me too, shit." He hissed, thrusts becoming sloppy as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. "Fuck, come on, baby, cum. Cum for me."

And you did. Your body trembled, welcoming the intense but blissful wave that washed over your silhouette and crashed through your veins as Gavi, holding your hips in place, came with a moan, trembling as he spilt into the condom.

He then practically collapsed on top of you, exhaling heavily, before pulling out. Stepping away for a moment, Gavi discarded the condom before returning to his bed, honey-hued irises trailing over your weary figure which was sheened with sweat. "You okay?"

You responded with a hum, gazing at him through your lashes. "Never been better."

He chuckled at your answer, however, his smile soon dropped as he watched you stand up from the bed, collecting your clothes from the floor. "You leavin' already?"

Your head lowered, avoiding his glance towards you as you tugged on your panties. "Yeah . . . I mean, that's our deal isn't it?"

Of course. The deal.

It was the agreement between the two of you before beginning this sort of relationship and it's rules included total secrecy, no questions, no kissing and most importantly, no romantic feelings.

He nodded once, disappointment twisting in his chest. "Yeah. You, um- gonna come to the game tomorrow?"

You sent him a soft smile, buttoning your jeans. "Of course. Gotta show my support for the team, right?"

"Right," Gavi mumbled, jaw shifting at your use of the word team and not you.

"Um, okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then." Your lips pressed together awkwardly as Gavi pulled on a pair of sweatpants to walk you to the door.

"See you." His words were blunt, a bitter tone braided through the comment, but before you could question it, he had closed the door behind you, leaving himself alone with his swirling thoughts.

The roar of thousands of dedicated fans across the stadium was a sound that Gavi could never get sick of. As he jogged out onto the field, the dewy grass tickling his ankles, he couldn't help but slowly scan the crowd, seeking your familiar, comforting smile.

But it was nowhere to be found. His heart dropped as he silently cursed himself in his head for ever thinking you were going turn up.

You guys were just friends with benefits and that's all you guys were ever going to be. Plain and simple.

Meanwhile, impatiently tapping your fingertips across the leather steering wheel, you let out a huff, watching the vehicles in front of you move just inches.

"For fuck's sake." You laughed to yourself, eyes rolling heavenwards in annoyance at the sight of the bumper-to-bumper traffic. "Of all days there has to be a traffic jam, it has to be today. Of course."

Eyes flickering over to the time displayed on the screen in the middle of the dashboard, your features scrunched into a wince, realising that the game had already begun.

You eventually arrived at the field, hurriedly presenting your entry pass for special access into the team's rooms ( a casual present that Gavi had given you a few weeks ago ) before being ushered into your seat, just as the whistle to signify half-time echoed throughout the pitch.

An unfamiliar and unusual sense of guilt curled in your stomach as your eyes found a dejected-looking Gavi, walking into the tunnel with his team and disappearing from your sight. Wrinkling your nose slightly, you found yourself feeling disappointed in yourself for arriving at the game late, despite the circumstances being out of your hands.

Why do you care so much, Y/N, about his reaction? It's not like you're dating or anything!

And finally, it dawned on you.

It was the perfect opportunity.

Gavi had broken away from the defenders, the ball at his feet, effortlessly dancing through the swarm of players, before striking the ball perfectly, his hazel irises lighting up as it hit the back of the net.

The stadium exploded into screams as you jumped to your feet, a beam stretched across your face as you cheered, watching as he celebrated with his teammates before glancing up towards the stands where those who had special access were seated.

And, miraculously, his gaze found and connected with yours, the realisation tugging his lips into a grin before he subtly nodded towards you and blew you a kiss, the small gesture causing a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies to flit in your stomach.

Eventually, the game ended with the score being 2-0 and you found yourself in the hallway, waiting for Gavi to emerge from the tunnel. As soon as he had noticed you, he jogged up to you, his strong arms immediately enveloping your body.

"Hi." He murmured happily into your ear before parting from you, glancing towards his team and beginning to chew on the inside of his lip anxiously. "I- . . . I need to tell you something, Y/N. In private."

You shadowed where his eyes trailed before nodding, feeling his hand gently grasp yours before leading you to the staircase, far away from his teammates and their nosy eavesdropping. "Is everything okay?"

"I can't do this anymore, Y/N. I can't keep pretending like this."

"Pretending like what?"

"Like I want to be just friends who fool around. I- I want to be more than that."

Your lips parted at his confession, eyes widening as adrenaline buzzed through your veins. "But your career! Those rules we have-"

"Fuck the rules." His voice interrupted your rambling, the serious tone that bled through his words causing you to instantly lift your head up towards his. "I don't want you to be just a distraction anymore. I want to be more than that."

And at his words, you tenderly pressed your lips to his. His heart thudded against your fingers as you rested your hand on his chest, joy blossoming through your stomach as he smiled against your mouth.

Gavi soon pulled away, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips. "Shame on you, you've broken rule number three now."

His comment earned a playful eye roll from you, feeling your fingers intertwining with his. "Well, y'know what I was told once?"

"What?"

"Fuck the rules."

[exorcqism]

❛ INFINITY — 無限大

choso x f!reader ﾉ MDNI

𑂻𑂴 summary. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso’s recurring dream starts to bother him and makes him depressed. wc, 2.17K. dark mode recommended

𑂻𑂴 tags. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso (non-curse), mid 90s AU, nsfw, female anatomy, stoner!choso, mentions of suicide, possible sexual content, canon/modern lore mixes, etc.

𑂻𑂴 a/n. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ GOOD stuff will happen in the next part i promise. reblog to support meeee and enjoy :D (lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part)

𑂻𑂴 misc. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ masterlist ,, AO3

same tree, same bright sun, pure silence.

choso was under by a large tree in the park. a familiar area he’s seen more than he could count on both his hands and feet. he wore a white robe and a pair of brown boots. to him, it was an odd combination of clothing but he could get used to it.

for the first time in a while, his hair was pinned up in his two spiky buns, leaving his little bangs to hang above his head. choso’s eyes scanned around the empty field that was accompanied by a single picnic table. his slim eyebrows drawing together at the simple sound of grass being stepped on.

“brother,” he heard a voice call and then there was another voice. they sounded excited about his presence. his cheeks flushed a pink color as salty tears formed in his eyes, threatening to fall once he seen his two younger brothers before him.

the male’s hands trembled as he watched the two hold their arms out to him, waiting for him to join them. he always refused this offer, shaking his head quickly while tears poured down his cheeks. there was a reason why he refused.

“i miss you both, more than anything.” choso finally gave in. his arms were wrapped tightly around the males in front of him while he cried and finally flashed a genuine smile. but there was nothing. choso was lying in the grass, crying and laughing, not even realizing what had happened.

until he opened his eyes.

he felt something lightly poking his side while he eyes stared into nothingness with disdain. his small purple irises would peer behind him, meeting his little brother, yuji’s brown eyes.

“choso, i’m hungry,” he whispered as if he were trying not to wake the male up. as bad as choso wanted to shout, he swallowed and sat up.

“okay, just…gimme a minute, okay?” choso rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed. his hair was disheveled and he looked like he hadn’t slept. usually, he’d take his time and go do his hygiene but the most he could do was shower and brush his teeth.

after that, the male would grab a cigarette and light it as he grabbed a bowl from the cabinet to make pancakes. he took a glance at yuji, lifting the cigarette.

“don’t smoke. it’s not good for you.” he advised before taking a drag from it. yuji decided not to ask anymore questions. he would nod and sit with his brother in the kitchen as his breakfast was being made.

“you look tired,” yuji started, “are you okay, did you sleep?”

“yeah, i slept.” choso rasped before clearing his throat. “it’s normal to—feel tired after you just wake up. i’m going back to sleep after you eat.”

once the pancakes were finished, he’d place the plate in front of yuji and then a cup of chocolate milk shortly after.

“make sure you eat all of it. if you don’t want it put it in the microwave….or give it to me, i don’t care. just don’t waste it.” choso said. yuji nodded quickly, thanking choso as he seen the dark haired male traveling to the couch and putting his cigarette in the ashtray before turning over to sleep.

“big brother,” choso heard a familiar voice whisper. it had been about ten minutes into his catnap until he was interrupted by the voice. he shot up from the cushions of the couch, where his face was buried, sweating and panting until he noticed yuji.

“oh….”

“choso, are you okay? i was about to ask if i could go see megumi today. i’ll climb the fence to get there so i don’t have to go through the front door.”

“i…” all the male could do was stare at yuji in a daze. he was staring as if his little brother was talking gibberish. “uh…yeah, go ahead, just don’t hurt yourself.”

yuji smiled and hugged choso before running upstairs, seemingly to go change into some new clothes and pack some things to take with him next door. choso just let out a loud sigh.

hours went by quicker than expected. the neighbors next door letting choso know that yuji would be staying for a few days, only if it was okay with him. choso was still in a bit of a daze and he was starting to feel sick after drinking beers and smoking cigarettes instead of eating.

as he laid still, curled up on the bed, blood was starting to seep from the bandage over his nose, staining his pillow and part of his blanket. the male was too drunk to care though.

upon hearing his phone ringing, he slowly reached for it and answered, not bothering to check who was calling. pushing the device against his ear, he spoke.

“what?” he slurred.

your heart skipped a beat when you heard the male’s deep voice reverberate over the phone and back to you. a smile appears on your face, followed by a light blush.

“hey, you good?” you ask as you place your phone down on the vanity and reach for some nail polish and beginning to paint your fingernails.

“i’m-” choso hiccuped, “i’m really dizzy. and i got blood everywhere and i keep hearing stuff…”

you paused, furrowing your eyebrows, “um…do i need to come over? you don’t sound okay.” there was a silence over the phone before a long sigh was heard.

“no. don’t come over. i don’t like other people in my house. i’m so scared of people.” he groaned, his words still slurring. you shake your head, obviously concerned about his situation.

“no, i’m coming over, send your address.” you insist. “you sound sick and tired. i’ll bring you something to eat too. did you eat?”

“i…” he went quiet. “no…”

“oh my goodness,” you mumbled. you would stand up from your vanity and begin to get dressed, putting the nail polish in your pocket since you decided that you’d finish your nails at his place.

“i’m sorry…” he continued softly, his voice sounding a bit weaker than before. “are you still coming? i’ll send you my address like you asked.”

“yes, choso, i’m still coming. just relax…and go wipe your face if you can.” you say, pulling a coat over your shoulder and grabbing your house keys.

“okay…” you heard choso groan before hanging up.

you sighed, putting your phone in your pocket as you were exposed to the cold weather outside. snowflakes were falling and ice was starting to cover the ground. you head to your car and drive to a nearby fast food restaurant, getting choso and yourself something to eat.

your phone vibrates and you check to see what it is as you sit in the parking lot of the restaurant, eating a bit of your own food as you did. it’s from choso. ‘here’s my address..’

you put the address into your navigation and start to drive in the direction to where choso lived, sighing at the weather conditions periodically.

the door opens slowly when you arrive to choso’s place. he peeks out, eyeing you drunkenly before pulling the door open a bit more. you can see the blood streaming down his face while his eyes drooped downward and the black rings around his eyes darkened.

“you look a mess,” you sigh, pushing yourself through the door because you still didn’t have that much space to get through. you place the food down onto the kotatsu table in the living room and take choso by the hand to take him to the bathroom.

you clean the dry blood and the new blood from his face and trashed the bandage that he always had over his nose.

“you need to give it some air. that’s probably why it bleeds so much.” you say. “come on, let’s go eat.”

when you both made it back to the living room, you would sit down at the table and give choso his food, to which he stared at for a short moment before snapping out of it.

“thank you,” he whispered before silently eating his food. while he’s eating, you notice that he was dozing off and you were about to wake him but his head shot up. you gave a concerned look.

“are you sure you’re okay?” you ask.

“i’m fine,” he yawned before getting up to grab another beer. “you know that dream-” choso pauses to hiccup. “that dream i was talking about? it’s bothering me.”

he lights another cigarette and sits down with you again. “so, i decided to drown myself in alcohol and cigarettes until i die….i wanna see my brothers so bad.”

you quickly take the can of beer from him just after he takes a sip and held it close to you. choso just made a face as if he weren’t very fazed by your action.

“i expected that…”

“talk to me,” you query, “what about the dream that’s bothering you, is it that it’s repeating over and over again?”

“it repeats so much in my head that it drives me insane.” choso replies. “earlier i almost screamed at yuji because i was thinking too much and it made me nervous and upset. it’s hard to go to sleep because i can hear my brothers calling my name.”

choso stops talking, seemingly expecting you to add your input on the situation but you’re completely stunned. hearing him basically say he wanted to kill himself was bothering you enough.

you throw your arms around choso, disregarding the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes on his body. choso was looking down at you with his hair covering his eyes. hesitantly, he put his arms around you.

“please don’t hurt yourself over this,” you whisper. “i know it’s tough and it bothers you so much but your brothers wouldn’t want you to end your life for them…especially while you’re drunk. they’d want you to keep going. and who would take care of yuji?”

“i trust you to take him…he really likes you.”

“i can’t replace his brother.” you softly combated, your hand now rubbing his lower back, trying your best to comfort him. “talk to me choso. how did the dream go?”

“do you want me to…sleep?” he asked. you were expecting him to just recite what he remembered but you could tell he needed some shut eye anyway. you nod and let him lay on the couch.

again. the same thing over and over. it’s so vivid choso could feel the environment. he could feel a change if there was one. the cold hands of his brothers touching his face and their wispy voices filling his ears.

it’s a beautiful day. but he hates this day. for some reason it makes him happy. maybe it’s so twisted because he’s so intoxicated.

it happens again. he’s lying in the grass, crying and smiling with nothing beneath him. not even his brothers to hold onto him like they used to.

but he felt something finally put their arms around him. it made his tears fall faster and his face was hot.

“i feel horrible,” choso mumbled. “i’ve done too many attempts to die but they don’t work. why won’t it work?”

“it’s not your turn. keep going.”

his eyes opened and he was teary eyed all over again. you hugged him again and when he hugged you back, it felt more secure and alive than before.

“did you figure anything out?”

“i can’t throw my life away. not yet.”

you smile softly and you kiss his cheek, wiping his tears away as you did.

“don’t cry, you’re okay.” you whispered to him. the way choso was holding onto you, it seemed like he didn’t wanna let go of you.

later on that night, choso finally sobered up a bit, being able to handle himself instead of you carrying him around, giving him assistance. the two of you were lying on the bed together, talking about whatever came to mind to remove the tension in the room.

topics switched consistently from movies to what would it be like to be living someone else’s life who’s got it all together.

“are we like…a thing now?” choso asked you, his head turning slightly into your direction after blowing cigarette smoke up towards the ceiling.

you smile, “do you wanna be a thing?”

“uh…i don’t know, i never had a girlfriend…or talked to a girl before besides my teachers back in high school.” he said quietly. you giggled.

“look, let’s try it out and see how it goes. if it doesn’t go well, we can always be friends, okay?” you said in a suggesting tone. choso looked nervous.

“what if you don’t like it right away, what if it goes bad?”

you kissed him on his lips, quickly taking his breath away. his cheeks were hot and flushed. when you moved away from him, he looked like he had just seen stars.

“can you do that again?”

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kicking my legs like the focus of The Metaphor Of All This Is Most Important throughout things & that like nobody's powers are solely "what would be an epic power" rather than "what's the way someone's personality / tendencies / interests / strengths might be made into this Exceptional, Distinctive Thing That They Do that 'serves a purpose'" & like it's so neat the way the idea of Seeing The Future is made to work a certain way such that other characters & the plot can interact with it more readily than it all being inside bruno's head; that (at least in what we see, no issue with having the best of both worlds & hc'ing that he can have visions Only He sees / that occur spontaneously) not only can other people see them if present but the "you're seeing exactly what i am," i.e. he has to Look At It as this external visual phenomenon too & could miss something just by it being outside his field of vision lol....but also the way that of course this means like, Like Mirabel in all those ways they're so so similar & that's entirely relevant, he's also having to Observe & Interpret through his own perspective, from literal vantage point to personal interpretation of the info

(oh & also like emphatically that i interpret that his vision re: mirabel wasn't actually open ended or showing two Possibilities, it was just Different for being That jam packed lol & everything he ever sees Will happen, it was just like yes mirabel will be connected to the house being unbroken, breaking, whole again, yes mirabel will Embrace Her & it's abuela but also, & more immediately, isabela lol, had to be Both)

also it's so fun like The Sands Of Time being made into this way the visions Display for him (and just are very fun & dramatic. bruno's theatricality....his real gift is Acting Aheheh like screamm & that is so Good & what it says that nobody brought it up about him ever like iiii'm) & that even then beyond that there can be this plot point of mirabel able to Find A Vision b/c they Also form into tl;dr tablets made out of the magic affected sand which, in being a tl;dr are all the more Open Ended in Interpretation, which feels entirely relevant to Themes & everything lol....that there's all this Green Glowiness that's "ominous" but it's like nah that's just how it is? whaddaya gonna do? it's just green & glowy? (again relevant to themes like....what's the problem w/things about bruno's being disabled being associated with his Bad Vibes lol. it's just green. that's just how it is) & the design too to have Just His Irises glow is sooo good & cool & excellent it's all such a slay. & that everything Looks Neat while also like allowing for the way bruno's gift works to weave into the plot rather than like, oh he can just have one about whatever you want to see whenever, but the only way they're conveyed is what He Alone can directly see & interpret & tell you about himself....ugh just all super impressive

but actually what i was thinking of here was The Ritual to have visions....like first of all having there be that ritual & the Sand & the need for a Big Open Space helps Getting A Vision be a plot point more involved than "just find him & ask him" as the Sole requirement, without a reason to already bring another family member into it, already venture outside the walls Once (although idk like again the Metaphor of just operating "behind the scenes" in some hidden & unfancy way is more important than the Practical Details but like, i can imagine maybe Temporarily hiding away in the walls was something he even already did before disappearing; that maybe he'd kind of built up having Stuff hidden back there before he did too; that also maybe yeah sometimes he did sneak out of the walls or even out of the house entirely, but Maybe He Didn't, you can really get creative making things work. but also like seems like it'd be difficult to keep candles & matches on hand without sneaking out. But Also i don't think it's that important unless you Want to work that kind of question into a plotline) where was i in all this....The Ritual. it's also neat how Different it is, to have any kind of "extra" process & materials in using his gift. like that the one other similar case is julieta not being able to Heal With Food without the food, which presumably she always has a hand in making....that again the Metaphor matters, & the granular practical details Can matter to a story if you write it to be so lol, not really having to get into it in encanto's canon plot

anyway & it's very Magical in the way it works with the materials & ritual beforehand & like similarly to doing it in a Vision Cave & the hallway of Visuals that seem to include like "instructions" on how to do the ritual? i can remember it seems to show bruno with a flame in one Panel & with the green tablet in another, & there sure is the question of like "if he has to do this ritual to even use this gift, how did he figure out how to do it?" like & i'm inferring that one potential explanation to read into there is "see, the walls told him" like another thing to Observe & Interpret....& then i was really interested like Ah, & that bruno's gift in particular has this "extra" ritual attached to it, not even Just "oh i need sand to see visions" maybe similar to julieta needing ingredients & cooking tools lol, she doesn't seem to have anything Special beyond her involvement then that is like "okay, using my gift Now" or anything, while then of course that bruno has like Patterns / Rituals that he has to do before / in order to do [xyz], like that he apparently couldn't verbally respond to mirabel while doing that particular pattern of rituals / until after he was done with sections of them that allow him to Move Through That Space. & so My Interpretation becomes like, connecting the ritual to use his gift with whatever other rituals he created that could be considered ocd, like well makes a fuckton of sense with him being especially someone with Lack Of Control, his entire gift would make him aware of the inability to Control The Future, once he sees it It's Happening Babey even if there's nonzero self fulfilling aspect (though evidently it's never wholly / exclusively that), plus of course just like. argh. the parallels of people pushing the narrative like "you Can control xyz" when not getting what they want, bruno as the Messenger of undesired futures basically Caused them, bruno as the exister of disabled is Causing that, just do things right and Become As You Ought To Be....the direct & indirect & intended & unintended feedback over [umm this isn't what people like or want or value] making a feedback loop in fact lol of feeling all that pressure in having no control but internalizing that well i guess you Should, try harder, might be a theme in this story across the board but that ofc the noticeably disabled (& potentially queer) family member Family Weirdo ends up especially "the problem" & thus scapegoated, like mirabel

tangents out here....anyway so that's me then thinking about like, the idea like "what if bruno doesn't Need the ritual" like but what if that's considered in the same context as you would "bruno didn't Need to finish holding his breath & knocking before Responding To Mirabel as he moves along the wall hallway" like, what does that "need" mean there. if he'd be stuck / unable to move along that path without debilitating distress if he didn't do these rituals? why not say that then yeah he "needed" to do them. uno reverse like nobody "needs" to make him stop it, even in a "for his own good" sentiment like i wouldn't agree with that but also You wouldn't drop dead either then would you lol. maybe bruno can make spackle without Needing to be jorge but like, in what way is that really meaningful; if being (&/or acting as) hernando helps him secretly be helping fix casita, if having Weird Hobbies & Weird Rat Friends (shoutout to affinity with animals / being good at socializing with them even without that or acting being made your gift lol. more neurodivergerrrr things....) &c &c helps him live alone in mostly survival mode but also trying to thrive / enjoy things how he can, in what way is it important to be like oh he didn't Need to do this. or that even the idea he didn't "need" to leave like, you can Decide that b/c this isn't real lol but that If He Felt That He Did, boom there's enough of a problem right there, what does it matter if anyone else is like "well, surely you didn't" like

anyway so that is to say just applying the same idea to his gift ritual basically like, presumably even if someone else had the sand & big open space & did the ritual & Tried to see the future, they couldn't, only bruno can, with his Individual Idiosyncratic Gift. & it makes sense if like, bruno already being Othered even by 5 yrs old & in this sort of extra chaotic existence to a degree lol (& like what 5 yr old ever is experiencing a world of Being In Control in the first place) could have that tendency to create his own rules & rituals & patterns for Doing Things The Right Way to seek any further measure of control, makes sense if this would Manifest in his personalized gift involving a ritual. like how i imagine his Seeing The Future is tied to who he personally is too, being in a position / having the perspective to just Observe & Interpret & Express certain things in a way others aren't, same as mirabel was even without that being her gift, kind of a reverse on bruno being good with animals without that being his gift but it being antonio's (or arguably his real gift being acting, vs camilo perhaps having the theatrical / acting tendencies put into into his official Gift lol) like. that yeah maybe if the ingredients of sand + space + bruno were there, Theoretically he could deliberately have a vision, but like. that if the ritual is interpreted as like oh it's Just for focus, grounding, &c it's like hmm well could still say he Needs to do it & the vision Can't be done without it b/c it's like, how could Bruno do it if he Needs to be grounded & focused or w/e other mental effect (since ofc we can see other ppl's emotions can affect their gifts, in addition to the entire The Magic Depends On The Family Depends On Their Emotions / Relationships angle) but doesn't have / execute a ritual for that. To Me i am thinking of it in terms of how his other rituals would be framed as Disabling even if it's like, well, if they make him more Able to do [xyz] actually? at all, &/or without suffering or hurting that would be prohibitive going forward & ever doing it again? akin to like "ah bruno didn't Need to hop over cracks to cross that section of floor" like yeah he wouldn't have Instantly Died. yeah Someone Else would've just walked across with no particular method to it. but if Nobody Else is doing these visions, if it's not really very meaningful to be like "what can bruno Live Without while doing this"....if he merely(tm) needs the ritual for Grounding or what have you, & if this is equivalent to his being disabled & how rituals help him move through his life & do whatever other things, then like sure isn't it more relevant to say he Needs it vs "this means he Doesn't Really need it." i'm thinking of it in terms of like, in turn not Needing to whittle down his other rituals even if they're "weird," no Need to be like oh he Needs to give up his rats now / stop treating them like friends simply b/c he doesn't Need them, like, what is this binary lol. not out here in full everything life & death world, is another pertinent point....plus again like "that ritual is Depicted in that hallway" & also that like, does the sand becoming glass Need that fire? does it Need it b/c there Needs to be that ritual b/c this is bruno's gift & b/c bruno has these other rituals? sure.

all not to say like oh don't think anyone could/would/should play around w/the ideas of the parameters & Rules of his gift, or this interpretation, or anything else. just sure immediately thinking of it in terms of Rules & Rituals bruno has in any other aspects of his life & this also being easily seen as "ugh do you Have to do that (the person presumes No)" & that the "ideal" way of doing things would involve being Peak Normal. & the limits of how relevant it is to be like "oh [person] is only this way b/c of their experiences" like yeah many such cases, Zero cases of "wow, this person has had No experiences. thus they are their pure & ideal self", meanwhile like his ass autistic & queer & Theatrical & so on & this isn't going away, being a family Weirdo is just gonna be part of the way that he is. again thank god that yknow even as it's like, needing a bit of turnaround from mirabel being like "i too feel this is totally out of control so all i can do is try to shift this onto the preexisting scapegoat, it's bruno's vision" to being like oh shit it's bruno himself, & finding him bemusing & weird & like yeah don't think isolation (or ramped up survival mode) ever really makes anyone more of what is considered "normal," but doing what you gotta do, Need to do some might say, & to what Harm especially if not doing it would've hurt more? the Harm of "i'm gonna bully the shit out of them for it :(" not an acceptable answer lol

anyway love that afterwards like mirabel can still a whole 5 sec later be like yeah you're weird but obvi you're cool. & antonio not even being fazed by the [you're weird] part like rather than that This Is The Way That He Is. touching on it in the end like Jorge Is Here & everyone is thumbs up & smiling genuinely & going about their business like thank god lol we did not leave off on some kind of promise that bruno is Becoming More Normal / forcing him to in whatever ways, such as exerting pressure or shame or what have you, is underway....bit antithetical to [you see the consequences of how he was treated] if he has to Fix Himself to be accepted now lol versus everyone's Weirdness & Vulnerability Needing to be welcomed & protected rather than pushed away. & the necessary shift for him being like, same as how mirable Needed to meet bruno & talk to him & see what the family had already done to its last scapegoat & have that context to understand like, yeah, i'm doing this For Everyone, not just abuela or the miracle or me, which makes it more doable even (in addition to having this fellow scapegoat's understanding & full support, bruno being so Optimistic about mirabel's involvement) while bruno likewise is like oh i couldn't do this for Just Myself, but if i'm protecting my scapegoat niece i'm sprinting & tackling my mom b/c when it came to just me i was afraid of her rejection but when it came to acting on mirabel's behalf i'm raring to go & Taking It On & what a great little detail too that He didn't feel he Needed abuela's approval then. we've all been there (the scapegoating / Seeing The Worst / blame going so far it goes in the other direction. in my evil bitch era [angrily pressing buttons on the microwave] or being such a wretched sicko you'll tell off your mom & invite her to hate you 5ever so this kid doesn't experience that b/c like what else is new for you? if you'll be hated either way may as well consider other things in your agency, in for a dime in for a dollar, & so on)

just going on & on but like also Many Thoughts bruno is such a character what a gift. that the peak relevance of the crucial role of Scapegoat being the distillation of that "is it successfully a refuge / protection if vulnerability is rejected rather than actually made safer?" matter & being able to See problems others can't, See them ahead of time literally or more figuratively lol, be willing to Say them even when others don't wanna hear it, b/c they feel they're keeping their head above water even if you don't & are liable to thus point things out or rock the boat like Something's Wrong, Something Has To Be Done, Something Has To Change, in all the various ways that can be expressed....that it's like, so clear on Yeah disability (& queerness) means someone's probably all the less adequately supported, meaning they're seen as "a problem" / "a disruption" or w/e else, meaning they're scapegoated &/or ostracized, while ofc what would support them would improve things for everyone, even if also a change to theoretically benefit Just Them would be reason enough, but that's still in theory lol like more access / support / options is more of that For Any/Everyone....again that they don't "assure" us bruno will Become More Normal Now, that this Meeting & Mutual Understanding Of The Scapegoats is this fundamentally crucial turning point for Everything, certainly first & the most for those scapegoats themselves, Needing each other's support & understanding even if it's "ideally" seen as like ohh mirabel &/or bruno should've managed to figure out & resolve things All On Their Own. right back the ritual thing like, did they Need to?? they both Needed those changes / new info & contexts & motivations, & what does it matter to Want to whittle it down, No rituals, No support from others

& i'm just sooo. it's so great that bruno is so important & the movie holds you at gunpoint like no you Do gotta love him lol, you Need to. or that if you don't appreciate him / consider him important then you probably just don't really respond to the movie much lol given the Cruciality & the perspective of [the main character is being scapegoated as well & is very similar to bruno] like augh thinking of how even as mirabel like obviously as mirabel gives bruno a bit of a push & has that perspective & experiences to do so, it's not like "bruno is too much of a PUSSY but mirabel isn't & that's why bruno didn't break & reform the miracle" lol like. that They're The Same & just need each other still; mirabel was removing herself from the Family Goings On & even behind a wall during antonio's ceremony (& afterwards, Going Unnoticed & removing herself from things, before sort of "having a vision" (i'm presuming casita like was kind of putting on a show there just for mirabel to Convey Info to just her)) & couldn't emerge for her own sake, but only b/c antonio needed her while in the same place she was in & knowing she understands; so too can bruno emerge from hiding not for his own sake but uh oh mirabel's in the same position & needs & is asking for his help b/c she knows he understands. that, oh you know, in the end after mirabel's Best Efforts including full honesty direct confrontation failed, she too was like well i guess i gotta leave after only hurting my family....that even together they can only do so much, the family can't operate differently if the other members aren't like "oh shit yeah okay" & operate differently in turn, no real hypothetical Perfect Way To Do Things that will guarantee that others will do things differently either, relevant too to getting basic respect as a disabled person or anyone else Othered / made more vulnerable/unsupported

finally think i'm running a bit out of Writing These Words steam lol, truly my main point was "what does it mean to speculate he doesn't 'need' the ritual in the context of this disabled character & comparing it to his Other rituals" but there's so much to say like waugh what a movie & what a character fr like well also obviously i love him like utterly delighted. what especial addendums did i think of Just Now....oh for one thing like the autistic moment of like a few First Time Reactions having the same "wow rude / why would ou say that" response of bewilderment to "you're very sweaty" like Shut Up i immediately understand. it's not a nonsequitur, it's not an insult, it's matter of fact Relevant Info being shared, he's barely taller than mirabel & subsisting on little food & holding her up with one hand & if she's Very Sweaty, that is a pertinent problem re: holding her up lol, sure it's a bit Spontaneous to share this but so what. sue him. anyway that already watching it myself i was like oh he's autistic Of Course, & could break down some reasons but truly tl;dr b/c one understands them perfectly right off the bat lol / thee recognition....also theee genderrr in his surely personality & experience related Shrounded Style, god i wish that were me, i always wish it were me [not being seen at all], ever since i was a child i knew even if there was a house i theoretically belonged to i would want to move about secret passages undetected (true)

also it's kind of fun how much it's like hmm can't really gauge this super easily like queer Coding? b/c for one thing it's like, what is the supposed normative standard for what would be liably categorized "cishet man"....all around like, being a bit theatrical / emotionally expressive & such is just kind of an Across The Board thing to a degree, though certainly arguably ramped up for bruno. naturally the That's Probably Not Normative is him being unmarried / no kids when forty (& beyond, but like, the living in the walls a Would Be hindrance there. but idk maybe he had secret relationships. cinderellaing it out here, every night i have to leave & return somewhere with my rats) so you know. also like yeah he's queer b/c a) utter relevance to the Themes & his situation & b) he deserves it & c) we deserve it & d) why not. uh oh "bruno doesn't Need to be queer" lmaooo like what if it's just the way that he is. what if you could force people into doing the normative things but you don't Need to actually & it's better for everyone that you don't....

whew waugh & like great character to be able to Point To like tfw scapegoating, tfw outcast from a group such as a family (including if you left it b/c you thought / felt you Had To, perhaps b/c otherwise what unbearable) (what if it was "merely" "unbearable" for bruno to try to operate wholly without his rituals or rules Ever....), tfw the different ways Clearly A Disabled Character manifest, tfw the theatricality, tfw what a Range he has as a character, [withdrawn, avoidant, nervous] while also ["obtrusive," bold, spontaneous] Big Personality vs Big Trauma representation, hang on tfw not just the rats affinity but the coatis that immediately took to him too lol, tfw tfw aaahh just Scream at the like obviously deliberate "being the Weirdo involves this being a disabled family member" like argh & that this person is this Observer & Truth Teller & his experiences with that parallel to mirabel's role & experiences even as she can't literally see What Will Happen, even as bruno also still has to Observe & Interpret too rather than like having the revelation of The Correct Insight or anything. whew just like thank fuck too that the experience of this movie is is so emphatically like yes this is bruno & we will all be killing for him. for the autistic ocd Family Weirdo. where like how much does it matter if you go "bruno Must think of these roles as personas he Acts & not people he is" or "bruno Must be cishet & now that he's accepted he can get more Normal re: gender/sexuality as well as disability"....also the little possible clues ahead of time about True Things about bruno even before meeting him, seeing his silhouette being shorter than julieta & pepa's, probably not 7ft tall, that that family tree in casita has the like Heart design in the branches around the triplets, not like his sisters directly expressed that they Did/Do Not Love Him or anything lol but you know. oh also that there's just so direct an example of "bruno being disabled is completely relevant to how he & his gift are interpreted, though other aspects of him / his gift are relevant to how his being disabled is interpreted too" in that like he didn't do anything to Ruin pepa's wedding save have his intention & meaning not just completely misinterpreted but then the presumption of "b/c we don't understand what he meant it must have been Fucking With Us On Purpose" a la people like "why would anyone say anything like that" about his first dialogue being to inform mirabel she's very sweaty, I Don't Get It, so it must be that he's causing chaos / being insulting out of sicko / otherwise Wrong/Bad motivation. whereas like no i get it he's talking about issues re: him holding her up. Autistic autistic autistic, Decided what you meant & there's no chance to correct this & it's this huge deal & you were trying to do something completely different & like, supportive & considerate & nice & like augh kill me. many such cases of i think about it like ah yes extremely relate....& then it's just like such a surprise like oh what do you mean this funny little guy queer disabled outcast Weirdo is a crucial character who the material clearly utterly sympathizes with (not that it doesn't all the characters. also i like all the characters wheeee) but like You have to sympathize & understand too & everyone loves this little guy yaaaay. so bizarre like oh what do you mean the Relatable Fun Weirdo isn't a peripheral running joke of no importance if not dismissiveness / disdain???

again Whew & reminding myself "you can make other untagged long text posts" in case i even think of other things i want to throw down. many thoughts, never any one true comprehensive post of them all

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start your playthrough at the main menu. ꒱

Despite your heart pointing in differing directions. You shove down its thrums of conflict and hurdle yourself towards the objective before you can even think of second-guessing again.

Eluding bullets and dances around knives lead you through the dark faculty. Metal shells joining the strum of shouts and screams in what you can only describe as a malicious medley.

You take swift notice of Reaper. The attack on his side that - while leaves him surprised - strikes what you can only describe as a grin in his wild eyes.

Shrunk irises. Striking emerald.

“A game of weasel! Fun,”

You can only flinch when the ‘pop’ ends the nursery rhyme. Grim. Pop goes the weasel indeed.

With the assurance of your ally handling his own mess, you set stakes ahead. A reach to the innocent. You take them under your arm. Shush their cries and navigate to a swift exit. Sending them off to safety and throwing yourself straight back into battle. Back to Reaper.

The whistle that whips through the air stutters your heart and as though your body moved with code to it, you throw yourself back into action. Alongside the jolly fighter.

“Should’ve left. I can handle this.” His bullet strikes a target.

“And let them wipe the floor with you?” You muse.

There’s that laugh again. Surely your heart is trying it’s hardest to get you shot at this point? What with the way it stammers. Quickens.

Adrenaline. It’s just the adrenaline.

“Atta tesoro.” Gloved hands snatch your waist. The chill of his mask finds your ear. That same deep voice. “Now, lets give ’em hell.”

You’re hurled to a vantage point. Your attacks powering through with the new boost. Complimenting his own barrage of violence.

A dance, you recount as your eyes catch sight of his agile movements.

A dance indeed. One you have joined.

The warehouse clears in a matter of minutes. If figures laid not like stones on the ground, then the remainder ran for the hills. Tails between their legs.

You are about to chase after before a grip clamps on your shoulder. Gluing your feet to the concrete. Yet before you can turn back - a small, green coin-shaped object catches your vision. Zipping through the air with a faint beep. Stuck behind the leg of a fleeing criminal.

“I’ll take it from here.”

Protests die on your tongue. For some reason your trust outweighs your duty. At long last, your muscles relax. Shoulders slump and you steady yourself on your feet. Letting out a small huff of air.

His half-concealed face finds your view as Reaper steps on in front of you. The hand on your shoulder slips to your arm. Warmth sending flutters through your tummy.

“Maybe you’re not as simple as I thought you were.”

Oh he’s getting a smack to the arm for that one. “I’m new, not incompetent!”

Once more, that laugh leaves you chewing on your cheek. A huff from your nostrils to sate the burning on your face.

You watch those sharp eyes of his dilate. The warmth of green making you suck in another breath.

“Regardless. This isn’t your field sweetheart. Not your problem either.”

While the truth stings, you find an odd comfort in it. Knowing that someone like him takes the responsibility of handling whatever this is.

“Yeah. . .”

Your heavy sigh arches his brows. A small sheet of silence settles between the both of you. Until his fingers squeeze around your bicep.

“You drink coffee?”

It’s your brow’s turn to arch.

“You offering?”

The shrug of his shoulders follow a dramatic sigh that has you smiling. His arm drops to his side and cruxes at the elbow. His wrist flicking outward with a flat palm.

“Well, you did save a civie and helped me out just a bit,” his thumb and index pinch air between them in emphasis.

“So, I think it’s only fair. Plus, you’ll gain a bit more knowledge since you’re as clueless as a puppy.” He snickers at your huff. Hand running back to your shoulder.

“What do you say?”

꒰ GAME OVER : good ending 1 - a night out ꒱

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hi! i saw ur moodboard about baseball!jj and i work at a baseball park/field thing food stand and like i kinda thought about him like going to get something to eat/drink before a practice or a game then coming back after cause he thought reader (me i guess??) was cute. oh and if you do write this could you make the reader kinda shy. thank you sm and have a great day!!!

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Working at a food truck had never been your plan.

You wanted something more from yourself. From your life, from your future.

You didn’t want to be working as a server for the rest of your life. But you had to pay the bills, you had to pay for college, as much as you didn’t want to.

You catered at the baseball games that your university hosted, the players and the spectators proving to be the best customers with the biggest appetite.

Both before and after a game.

You had been asked to set up shop once again, this time in the blazing heat of the Carolina weather.

You got there a little early, preparing everything you would need for when the madness would begin once the players would arrived at the field for practice before the game.

Just on point, one by one they started waltzing through the field, joking and laughing loudly for everyone to hear them.

You smiled and shook your head a little. You had never been one to like sports or be involved in anything even remotely popular. You were the shy girl, the one who always kept to herself and minded her own business.

Catering a food truck for an event that had hundreds of spectators every game and dozens of players had been hard to swallow at the beginning.

But your bills didn’t care about your uncomfortable you were at your job, they just needed the money. And frankly, so did you.

As you looked over at them, you noticed a group of 3 players walking towards you, which made you clear your throat and smooth down your clothes.

“Hi, and welcome to the Foodie Truck. What can I get you today?” you asked in your signature chirpy voice, smiling widely at the three of them.

One of them in particular caught your eye, JJ Maybank. With that blonde hair and blue eyes, he made you forget about everything and anything the moment he would be near you.

Which, albeit, was not very often, but still.

His blue irises burned into yours, his lips turning upwards in a smirk.

“Surprise me, darling” he said, winking at you.

You smiled, hoping he couldn’t see the way your eyes twinkled and your cheeks flared up.

You nodded and took his friends’ orders, glad to be able to turn around from them and breathe.

You could still feel his intimidating gaze on the back of your head, making you take longer than normal to prepare their orders.

“There you go” you said 10 minutes later once you finally finished their food.

They all thanked and paid, going to leave but only one of them stayed behind.

“Hey pretty girl” he greeted you again, smiling up from under his baseball cap.

“Hello to you as well” you could finally breathe a little more easily once it was just the two of you, away from the prying eyes of his friends.

“It’a good seeing you again” he said, flashing you a smile.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. Surely he hadn’t noticed you before to say that, right?

“Again?” you asked in a high-pitched voice, the thought of him remembering you doing things to your insides.

“Yeah, you’re always catering at our games. I always look forward to grabbing a bite here before a game” his words continued to shock you, but bring warmth and butterflies in your stomach.

“I didn’t expect you to notice little old me. Especially not when I’m selling you guys food in this truck” you chuckled, but it was clear to anyone that it was forced.

JJ opened his mouth to say something, but his coach called him from across the field before he could get a word out.

“Duty calls” was all he said before he hurried over to the team, leaving you a hot mess behind.

The fact that he even knew who you were was enough for you to have you spiraling and giggling the entire time you were on the field, especially throughout the game when your eyes just couldn’t stop searching for him on the field.

♡♡♡♡♡

The game had been impressive, to say the least. JJ had, once again, managed to steal the show and win for the team, making everyone ambush and congratulate him after it was over.

You had considered going over there to say something to him, but figured it was best to pack up your truck and leave.

After all, you were a nobody for him. He wouldn’t care for your praises.

As you were closing the window lid to your truck and packing up your sauces, someone cleared their throat from behind you.

You turned around and saw JJ standing there smiling, still in his gear.

“Hey, congratulations on the game, you were very impressive” you stuttered while saying, silently cursing yourself for how awkward it was.

Damn you and your social awkwardness.

“Thanks. I didn’t see you on the field after the victory” maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but you detected the slightest bit of disappointment as he said that, which gave you a slither of hope that you weren’t as invisible as you had previously thought.

“I wanted to come, but it was very crowded and I figured I wouldn’t risk getting myself trampled” you chuckled awkwardly, making him nod and laugh a little as well.

As your laughs subsided, a comfortable silence enveloped you both. You were looking at each other, neither wanting to break the serene atmosphere.

“Why did you come looking for me?” you finally asked the question that had been gnawing at your brain ever since he appeared behind you.

He smiled and cleared his throat, looking down at the ground.

“I didn’t want to say anything earlier because I was with the guys and they probably would’ve made fun of both of us. But I think you’re really pretty and I’d like to take you out on a date, if you’d let me” he looked up, a hopeful smile etched on his handsome face.

Your eyes widened, your brain hurrying to process the information you had just heard.

JJ Maybank, a college baseball star, wanted to take you, a college student catering a food truck in order to pay her bills, out on a date?

No, that seemed impossible.

“Are you sure? I’m just a girl who sells food in order to pay her bills and you’re a college athlete. Are you sure it’s me you want to go out with?” you couldn’t stop the words before they exited your throat, mentally kicking yourself.

He stepped closer to you, taking your face in his hands and shushing you.

“I don’t care if you’re the most popular girl in college or the shy girl that nobody even knows. I like you, and I want to take you out” he rubbed soothing motions on your cheek, slowly helping you relax against his touch.

You found yourself nodding without even realizing, making him smile.

You exchanged numbers, him promising to text you as soon as he got home from the after game party.

As he walked away from you and out of sight, your cheeks reddened and the reality of the situation was starting to finally settle in.

Did you just agree to go on a date with JJ Maybank? Did he really just ask you out on a date or had you been dreaming?

Just to make sure it was all real, you pinched yourself on the arm, smiling when you felt the pain quickly shoot through your arm.

You were really going a date with JJ Maybank.

Haha, damn.

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One in The Same Scar ~ Sanemi X Kanae

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Overview:-

// Sanemi and Kanae talk after Masachika’s death.

// Romance

// Mentions of scars

// Brief suggestive language

// Oneshot

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”

It was a harsh gesture, the contact that his bruised, scarred arm had swatting away her fingertips of nurturing green, dotted with little pink flowers for love.

Kanae’s pupils dilated ever so slightly, though never once did she let down her hopes of reaching out to the wounded boy in front of her; not only was he wounded physically, but emotionally. This battle had really messed with his head, what with losing Masachika in a matter of mere minutes. He’d been promoted to Hashira, through the harsh blazing of the searing scar left deep in the flesh of his chest. His heart. Cut off from the world, closing in on itself for good.

“…”

The raven was unsure of what to say. What could she say? There was no consolidation she could offer for a mishap like this. Even she was still waiting for things to get better. For the sun to emerge it’s orange glow from above the grief-stricken treetops.

“If you keep moving, your wounds will never heal.” the girl hummed, tone dropping towards the end with the faintest whisperings of disappointment. The way his back visibly hunched, and his arms flexed was enough to tell that her comment had struck a nerve.

“So what if they don’t heal? It’s another scar. Another goddamn scar that means absolutely fuck all.”

Kocho frowned, and for a brief moment, it even seemed as if the twin butterfly clips crowning her head seemed to lose a little life too.

“They have meaning. They will always have meaning, Shinazugawa.”

“Tch,” A harsh and unforgiving scoff escaped the teenager. “Yeah? Don’t act like you know me. It’s annoying as hell and it pisses me off beyond belief.”

Those words dragged further down than an inescapable current, a sinkhole or a whirlpool that robbed blind the cool air from her lungs and the colour from her cherry blossom irises. Kanae shuddered and her brows kissed together above the bridge of her nose.

“Some words… must be supported by actions. In order to be believed.” the soft hum evaded her lips, her fingers gently curling around his shoulder, instinctively guiding his gaze back to her where she cautiously unbuttoned the layers of her uniform, prying apart the blouse underneath in order to expose her collarbones to the white haired male. She noticed the way his lids opened up by just an inch, gaze sweeping the open hole to her chest in a quick second before averting to the side with uncertainty. Nothing major exposed, but the swell of her breasts was enough to have his cheeks vaguely alight. Respectful enough to keep up the apathy.

However, it wasn’t a spontaneous gesture. There was a meaningful signature under the uniform. A scar, just across where her heart so steadily beat; where it ached for those around her, and sung for the smaller victories in life.

We are one in the same.

“I understand… and I’m here for you.”

His gaze wandered back, tracing the outline of her scar, his piercing stare fading into something more… in awe. Almost. “…Please, Shinazugaw-“

“Sanemi. Th’name’s dead to me anyway.”

Kanae met his gaze, and fell silent for a heartbeat. Sanemi stared right back. As if the word had fallen still just to mourn the birth of something new. Unexpected, blossoming wilted petals of common ground.

“Sanemi.” she concluded, soft and supple lips poising themselves upwards into an almost heavenly smile, easily matched to the blossom trees around them, sat isolated in there own little world out in these fields. A lake just for them, woods just for them and grass only their feet would walk upon.

“I didn’t know Masachika for very long, so I don’t wish to misinterpret his fondest traits…” she drawled out, handing over the torch of withdrawal for Sanemi’s rough palms to kindle.

Except his lips tied into a snarl, nose wrinkling at the curve and eyes squinting with disapproval. He wasn’t going to let this… this woman sat in front of him do all the talking, but he also sure as hell wouldn’t play this pathetic game of reminiscing with her. “Don’t fucking start this with me, Kocho.”

Purity and innocent oblivion. Her head cocked to the side, allowing soft locks of midnight black to cascade down her one arm that pinned itself to the soil.

“Start what?”

“This shitty coping method.”

“So you admit that it’s helping you cope?”

“And when the fuck did I say that?”

“You said ‘coping method’, no? So is it working?”

“You are the bane of my existence, Kocho.”

“As long as I can still be part of your existence.”

Sanemi had seen his reflection in the still water’s surface, mere moments before this frivolous back and forth they were having. He wasn’t a stranger to the welcoming, dark rings that orbited his eyes; the ungrateful sight of fatigue sweeping his features the very moment they spoke. It wasn’t like him to be so weak. Not even the death of his mother had sent him into a state quite like this one.

He’d failed his only friend, and now this other person… this other slayer thought they could worm their way into his life? Kanae was a parasite, he was so certain of that. She followed him everywhere and expected absolutely naught in return. It infuriated him beyond belief.

“Why the hell won’t you get the hell lost?” he found himself spurting out with liquidated venom, irises shrinking when it only elicited a chuckle from her.

“You said it twice.” she mused, and god it felt as if his chest had suddenly constricted. The urge to lash out, to hit something, to get away from this girl was nigh unbearable.

“Shut up.” he spat back in an aggressive retort, and suddenly her persistence was the last thing he wanted to stomach tonight. Even glimpsing Kanae from the side was an eyesore for the white haired slayer.

“You’re so confusing sometimes, Shin- Sanemi,” she giggled, a curled finger hovering in front of her mouth before it joined his in the damp grass, their fingertips brushing, though his jolted away faster than an electrocution. Fuck. “I almost wonder if you just say this stuff on instinct! Unless you really want me to stop bugging you, then I guess I should start listening soon…! It would be a shame honestly, because I really like seeing your fa-“

Her words were suddenly swallowed, and at first she was too disconcerted to register what had just happened. One minute her vocals were unhinged, the next being absorbed by a pair of lips, chapped and grazed with unkempt as Sanemi pushed into her with force. She was alert and slow to adjust to the change in pace, lips taking a breather before they moulded into his with acceptance. Then, her eyelashes fluttered down and she tilted to the side to match his angle. From his end she heard a stuttered grunt, one inexperienced hand flying to cradle the back of her head, fingers anchoring themselves in her hair.

He pulled away only the distance needed to speak, their lips peeling apart with a soft pluck.

“Told ya to shut up.” he murmured lowly, not giving her a chance to reply before he was kissing her again.

If she wouldn’t be quiet, he’d damn well give her a reason to be.

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california; may, 1892.

tw: smoking, use of marijuana !

This is... pleasant. The scent of herbs meanders lightly within his tent, candles the only gentle sources of light, and the flaps all drawn for privacy.

In thin nightwear, Kehlani sits lazily on Arthur's cot, delicate fingers rolling marijuana, raspberry leaves and white sage into a joint一 a shared indulgence, naturally. Because when is anything between them not lately?

It's hardly clear to him what all this is.

This woman ー my god, one he's known for only a few fleeting months ー has to be magic; she's certainly proved she's capable of it. With the giddiness he feels around her, or even with this strange mix of plants in her hands if nothing else.

This'll help you unwind, honey; give it a try, she'd whispered weeks prior, kindness weaved into the chestnut roots of her irises. Warmth dripping from plump lips like thick nectar.

And it had. My, but it had.

An evening of hushed conversations amidst wisps of fragrant smoke with this girl welcomed in a sense of tranquility he'd scarcely ever felt.

Oh, it feels like an eternity slipped by since then. The dew-kissed grass and crisp air of that time has now morphed into late spring heat and the incessant trilling of cicadas.

Relinquishing his gunbelt with a weary sigh, Arthur gingerly shifts upon his aching feet. His gaze, like moth to flame, drifts to Kehlani, sitting there as if a skilled artisan ensnared in perfecting the fruit of their craft. Meticulous, serene.

Crush dried petals, leaves. Sprinkle in. Roll. Seal it with a whispered kiss to Nature. Sprinkle, roll, bless. A small stash for later evenings.

It's strange, really. A nomadic spirit she most definitely is, yet this same woman sits within the confines of his space with the ease of orchids nestling into the valleys of tree bark, butterflies finding home in lush meadows and sunlit gardens一 feeling, knowing, she belongs.

Maybe that is why her presence feels so ethereal. Why he thinks the fabric of reality may be cracking every time she is near.

Instead of discovering the joys of this unfamiliar land ー racing in fields with wild horses, basking in dawn-tainted rivers ー she's here, waiting to curl up against his sturdy frame and lose all sense together. It's a peculiar world to live in, isn't it?

His mind is hazed. He vaguely registers his own voice resounding as he clears his throat, day-old fawn craving attention, "I'll light it," his fingers lightly gesture towards the freshly made joint.

Slender eyes flicker to him, a glimmer of delight in their depths, ''Yeah?'' He barely musters a feeble nod.

With jewelry clinking together, she shifts within the modest cot, decorated body easily creating a space for him. ''C'mere,'' Kehlani's invitation dances in the air, hand tracing the sheets invitingly.

She smiles, patient, waiting, and it's the blooming of a wildflower, the birth of a sun. It stirs a twitch of response from his own lips.

Whatever you wish for, sweet girl.

The dulcet heat of her frame calls, oh it sings, but the man is no Icarus, if only because he lacks the blind confidence, the naivete; burnt before by another, he fears his wax heart melting again.

Yet, as always, this woman has a way of softly prying away his defenses. Soothing his worries, calming his burns as would the fresh water of a trickling stream.

''Since ya ask so kindly,'' his words rumble in jest, and they earn him a breeze of laughter, rustling the canopy of his soul. The light slips in.

Settling within arm's reach, Arthur finally decides to maintain a safe distance一 this already feels enough like a dream without adding in the feel of her skin anyway.

''Ah, didn't realize I needed to beg...'' Kehlani's voice, imbued with a confidence that contrasts greatly the fractured English of their very first exchanges, carries a lighthearted tune.

His hand reaches to strike a match, and as he swiftly drags it beneath his boot, he notes his fingers shaking. Seriously?

Smiling in spite of himself, he leans forward, his answer laced with dry humour, ''Yeah, gotta admit 'm a tad offended. Keep steady now, will ya?'' his large palm barely daring to cradle the curve of her jaw in place, he approaches the swaying flame.

Kehlani sits patiently, features brightening at the contact. Her fingers naturally drift up to his wrist, encircling一 embracing his touch. Heat blossoms in his belly.

The joint's tip ignites, wisps of white swirling away before she inhales deeply, lashes fluttering shut.

Holding in the aromatic blend, she lets time slip by, savouring, and eventually releasing. The mist escapes with words woven in its tendrils, ''Ay, I missed this.''

Arthur's gaze, reverent in its study, watches unashamed laughter spill through kiss-worthy lips, reminiscent of windchimes and birdsong. So soon is he feeling dizzy, the prospect of a high now seeming trivial in comparison to her.

Yet, it seems he is but a greedy man; his fingers still carefully pluck the rolled herbs from Kehlani's grasp, letting the drag he drinks in seep into his lungs and intoxicate him further.

The nerves clouding his senses dissipate if only for a moment一 his brows furrow, lips curling into a tentative chuckle as he exhales, "Missed the feeling, or me?"

The scented mist twirls the tent, his voice carrying hoarsely when he speaks. She meets his gaze, grinning, "The blend of both, I believe一 missed getting high with you..."

Sneaky fingers steal away their shared sin, ''Mm,'' Kehlani hums thoughtfully, ''Mostly just missed you though.''

It's a miracle he still manages to breathe, to remain even relatively at ease. His jaw aches with the sincerity of the smile this has drawn out of him. Christ, he feels like a lovesick fool.

''Pining after a nasty, ol' outlaw?'' He prays she'll laugh, reassure him that this isn't as serious as it feels, ''That's one way to pass the time, sweetheart." C'mon, just make it clear for him what this is and isn't.

Kehlani's giggles bubble up like a mountain stream, but, as usual, clarity eludes her words. ''Hah! Well, I'd say nasty, ol' outlaw is quite a stretch, but yeah, I guess I have been yearning a bit,'' her features hold a distinct softness, ''You've been scarce around camp these past few weeks..."

Relaxing into the plush pillows she'd gifted him – convinced he'd deserved something nice for once – she gracefully extends bare legs upon his lap, guiding the joint to his awaiting lips, "I'm all ears一 any leads, strange jobs to recount and entertain me with?"

Arthur just can't tear his eyes away from her, especially not as she searches his gaze with such care for any sign of discomfort at the touch she's initiated.

His sizeable hand, like second nature, drops down to her thigh in reassurance, and the hum of pure happiness he receives in return is worth more gold than he's ever stolen.

With a light clear of the throat, he finally nods, "Uh..." His breath trembles as he inhales a puff of the herbs, "Just the usual一 stealing some wealth from those who ain't got no need for it."

Kehlani smiles at his remark, though her eyes remain mesmorized by the warm palm on her skin一 his heart cracks wide open, painfully aware of how rarely he finds the courage to reciprocate her affections, ''Mm, so no grand tales to regale me with?'' Her gaze met his again.

His head shakes gently, ''Nah, 'm sorry, sweetheart; t'was mainly real shitty gigs.''

''Ah, real shitty? ¡Joder! I rarely hear you admit that...'' she breathes out, grimacing with empathy, "I guess this is a welcome change of pace then, yeah?''

''Mhm, more than welcome,'' he admits, his typically deep voice unusually hushed, ''Missed ya一 missed being around ya...'' He feels lightheaded, lips seemingly laughing and moving by their very own will, ''It's like a damn glimpse of Eden, I reckon.''

Morgan, you fool. In this intoxicated state, with his mind floating higher than the clouds, of course he spills forth romantics, embarassing himself in front of the one he adores so.

Yet, as gorgeous features light up, shining like the setting sun outside, Arthur can't find any space within the confines of his heart to regret the love which escaped his throat.

Her smile incapable of leaving honeyed lips, Kehlani nestles into his side, head finding a resting place against his chest as she delicately reaches for the joint.

A quiet moment passes, content inhales and exhales of the herbs spilling forth between them. Her fingers bring them like a divine offering to his own lips, his hand caresses her thigh in feather-light touches.

With every little movement of hers, the pleasant jingle of jewelry, vestiges of her travels, follows一 extravagant earrings, artisanal bracelets stacked along lithe wrists, shiny trinkets entwined in voluptuous curls. He swears he'll hear this same melody in his dreams tonight.

A languid smile graces his lips, "You know, I did see a few pretty sights, though... just scenery, bunch o' nature. The sort you'd like."

''Did you sketch any of it?''

Arthur wrestles a grin, tickled by a sense of déja vu, ''Maybe.''

''Dios mío, I swear I'll beg if I have to this time; would you please just一?''

The words barely leave for the dusk-painted sky above, abruptly shut up by Arthur blowing his smoke at her, sending the curls framing her features into a waltz, ''Keep dreamin'.''

Kehlani's crystalline giggles peek through his soul like threads of sunlight filtering through dense trees; in that instant, he yearns to curl up right here, within her radiant glow.

Blessed, peaceful, oh he'd linger until his earthly body rots. Until time itself loses its meaning, until all that remains, all that has to matter, is her.

Yeah, he's fucked.