#Amos is soft for Cap

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

‼️The Amos grab, yank, stare & approval smack.

That Amos smile 😊

That Holden smile 🤩

#the expanse #amos burton #jim holden #oh captain my captain #amos appreciation #holden gotta holden #everybody needs an amos #jamos #roci family dynamics #james broadcast emotions holden #amos is complicated #the Amos affection is off the chart #holden’s heart on his sleeve + caffeine in his system & zero poker face #amos is a juggernaut ~ devotion or destruction #this is devotion #found family #Amos is soft for Cap #righteous af & murder snuggles bff #Amos shows affection #Holden absorbs affection #omg this dynamic #2x13 #growing this bond #holden can’t grow a beard but can grow this bond #Amos and touch #Holden’s tactile touch as a love language personality

[wileys-russo]

I'd love a ficlet based on Exhaustion! (Alexia x reader)

exhaustion

you inhaled and exhaled deeply, your skin sun kissed and warm, basking in the radiant glow of the cuban sun. feeling your forehead start to heat up you patted around for alexia's cap, grabbing it in your fingers and moving to cover your face with another sigh of satisfaction.

finally in the off season after much argument you'd convinced your girlfriend to come away with you to cuba for a week, using her younger sister as backup in your relentless attempts to force the captain to actually relax after an incredibly stressful season.

you'd made her promise not to think about and dwell on the commitments awaiting her back in barcelona, determined to somewhat force her to let her hair and her walls down, inviting her mother to join you as well much to her delight.

everything was perfect. the sound of the water gently hitting the bottom of the boat, the far off laughter of the young backpackers jumping off the cliff face a few hundred metres away, the gentle sway of the deck beneath you from the waves coming in from the jet skis which raced around.

the perfectly dented cushion your head was currently laying on and the utterly intoxicating smell of your girlfriends shampoo which was invading your senses from her hat.

well it was perfect, until suddenly a soaking wet body laid itself down on top of you and you gasped, joints locking up and abs tensing at the ice cold droplets which now rained down on you, racing one another to drip down your once dry warm skin.

"alexia!" you whined as your girlfriend wiggled around making herself comfortable, wringing out her hair causing you to gasp as a small stream of ice cold water pooled in the column of your throat and trickled down your back making you shiver.

"si?" she lifted the cap up with one finger peering down at you with a cheeky grin, hazel eyes covered with a pair of black prada sunglasses. "you're soaking wet, get off." you halfheatedly smacked her damp skin feeling her body vibrate with amusement against yours.

"you looked hot princesa, was just trying to cool you off." the catalan smiled innocently, moving her cap off of your face and onto her head. "idiota." you grumbled, shivering lightly as your body tried to adjust to its newfound plunging temperature.

"need me to warm you back up?" alexia mumbled quietly, ducking her head so her lips ghosted yours, tugging into a suggestive smirk as her finger tips traced slowly up and down your sides.

"mm that would be the polite thing to do." you agreed, one hand moving to turn her hat backwards as the older girl grinned and pressed her pillow soft lips to yours without a moments hesitation.

though you could hardly enjoy the love drunk sensation which came from kissing her for a mere few seconds before a cushion smacked the two of you in the head causing you to abruptly break apart.

"hola love birds! save it for the hotel room when you are alone." alexia's younger sister alba sat up a few feet away, shaking her head with a teasing smile as your girlfriend fixed her with a glare, shuffling her body down a little so her head could rest on your stomach.

closing your eyes again and tangling your fingers in her wet blonde hair you scratched at her scalp, smiling as the older girl placed an assortment of soft kisses along your bare stomach. you traced circles around the edge of her face, knowing that was the easiest way to calm her as her breathing evened out, one arm slung protectively across your stomach even in her sleep.

"ale? lo siento i have to flip over baby." you spoke up a while later feeling your body start to burn as she exhaled deeply but gently moved off of you allowing you to roll onto your stomach.

you felt her lay down beside you, warm cheek coming to rest on the back of your shoulder blade, fingers tracing the tattoos which scattered your back.

"te amo mi vida." she whispered with a tender kiss to each of your shoulders, the rough skin of her palm rubbing circles into your back as you echoed the words right back to her.

"ale." you warned quietly as she suddenly snapped the waistband of your bikini teasingly against your hips, kissing beneath your ear. "your mami is right there." you reminded, turning your head to the side and looking up at her with a raised eyebrow, the older girl still messing about with the top of your bikini bottoms.

"come for a swim mi amor." she purred and kissed you softly, one hand resting on the back of your neck you withheld the urge to moan as she sucked on your tongue, telling you what she wanted without even needing any words.

you giggled like lovesick teenagers as alexia flicked off her hat and sunglasses and got to her feet first, grabbing your hands and swiftly pulling you up, grabbing your face and repeatedly pecking your lips as she walked the two of you toward the edge of the boat.

you ignored alba's teasing comments behind you, squealing as your girlfriends hands grabbed your thighs hauling you up and into her arms. the last noise you heard was your laughter as she suddenly launched off the boat, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist as the two of you plunged into the bright blue water.

again you both giggled exchanging soft kisses and even softer confessions of love as alexia's strong legs trod water, still tightly holding your own to stay wrapped around her hips, your back pressed to the side of the boat.

you closed your eyes in bliss as her lips moved to focus their attention your neck, the older girl ignoring your quiet mumble about marks as her teeth nipped and sucked at the taunt skin.

then she was pulling away again, pressing her forehead to yours with a toothy grin, an all too familiar look glinting in her eyes as you smiled knowingly, not at all surprised by her next words.

"i don't know about you princesa but i don't think i can wait until we are back at the hotel."

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[vamossainz55]

sunny days - carlos sainz jr.

request: could you write something short about a date with carlos? it can be day or night. just wanna know what your ideal date with him would look like!!! a/n: requested by my lovely @scuderiasundays. my ideal date is literally just lounging/relaxing, and just enjoying eachother's company. i hope u enjoy this little piece of my brain + bonus of insta au at the end? huh??? what?? warnings: little bit sexual at the end! so minors dni

please don't be a ghost reader<3

The sun’s light shines between the trees’ limbs, patterns of leaves and branches adorning everything the sun can’t touch. You’re tucked nicely under the shadows using your boyfriend’s lap as a pillow. Despite being in his hometown, he’s also hiding away from the harsh Spanish heat, a baseball cap settled nicely on his head to shy away the rays from his eyes. 

Your sunglasses are resting at the tip of your nose, just enough to allow you to clearly read the book you have hovering over your face. You’re entranced in the story line, eyes wandering over the page as your mind pieces everything together. You’re wondering what the main character is about to do next, finger gently bending over the corner of the page. To your dismay though, your boyfriend’s face appears into view right before you can flip to the next page. 

“Mi amor,” He says, dragging his words with a soft sigh. It’s the third time he’s calling for you, waiting for your attention to shift back to him. You smile at how dramatic he is, resting your book on top of your chest. 

“Dime,” Tell me, you muse him for a bit, smiling when his hands go down to play with your hair.  As always his touch is gentle, fingers carding through the strands as he watches over you. 

“Nada, solo te quería decir que te amo.” Nothing, I just wanted to tell you I love you. His lips pull into a wide smile when he sees your cheeks flush red, and his head leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Instead of his lips though you feel the bill of his hat hit your chin instead. 

Your reaction is instant, a wave of warmth washing over your chest as you hold back a laugh. 

“No te rias,” His voice comes out as a whine, but it’s too late, you’re in one of your fits. He can’t even be too mad, sees the way your hands go to your face to stop yourself from laughing. 

“Vamos,” Come on, you say in between giggles, gesturing to him to lean down. He wears a pout as he does so, watches as your hands reach up this time. Instead of cupping his cheeks they snake to his hat, turning it to get the bill facing backwards. “Eres demasiado mono. Dame un beso, porfa,” You’re too cute. Give me a kiss, please. 

Your hands cup his cheeks just as your lips touch, and Carlos could care less about the weird pull of his back as he leans down further to deepen the kiss. Your fingers gently rub at his stubble and his hand goes to hold your thigh. Teasingly, he rubs in circles by the edge of your dress, wishing he could sneak his hand up higher. 

By the time he pulls away he’s wearing a small but smug smile, loving the way you’re both breathless. He thinks he has your full attention, but instead of your hands being on him, they are returning back to your book.

You're nice enough to steal a peck back before your eyes leave him, going to the pages to search for the last word you’ve read. 

He realizes he needs to act quick, before he needs to fight once more for your attention. He goes for what he can see first, your sunglasses. Expecting you to fight back, he swats your hand away as soon as you reach to get them. He smirks just as he puts them on.

“Oye, devuelvelo,” Hey, give it back. Carlos simply shakes his head moving away when your hand tries to swipe at his face. You expect him to dodge you though so before he even has time to think of his next move you’ve sat up, turning to him with determination. 

He goes to defend your glasses, but he doesn’t expect you to go for his shoulders, pushing with your entire weight. You both land with a loud thump as Carlos’ back hits the ground. 

“Ay,” He groans, but you figure it can’t be that bad if his hands are still focused on defending your sunglasses, so instead of those, you go for the second best thing. 

The cap is a bit loose on your head, hanging low over your brows, but your main goal was to make a point, not be comfortable. “Pues me quedo con la gorra,” Well, I’ll keep the hat.

Carlos smiles, rolling his eyes as his hands go to hold your thighs instead. With all the commotion you had ended up straddling him, face hovering over his with your necklace swinging above his face. He doesn’t seem to mind though, not with how high your skirt has ridden up and how you feel on top of him. He squeezes your thigh, gives you a mischievous smile as his hand snakes itself further up.

He can hear the hitch of your breath and the way your eyes skim around for others. You don’t stop him though, not when his fingers are toying at the band of your panties, or when his lips mark up your neck. 

He revels in it, enjoying having every little bit of your attention. 

You never did find out what happened next in your book, but you realize that you don't mind that much either.

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[avastrasposts]

The Pilot and his girl - ch. 8

Happy Frankie Friday! In this chapter I've got Dad!Frankie in full swing, no warnings needed, with the possible exception of fluff overload. Very suitable for Frankie Friday!

Please reblog if you like it ♥♥♥

Chapter 9

Chapter 1 if you want to catch up

Word count: 7.2k

Taglist: @pimosworld @i-own-loki @casa-boiardi @littlenosoul @stormseyer @mxtokko @javicstories

You hear the alarm on Frankie’s phone go off early on Saturday morning and his groan as he fumbles turning it off. As he silences it you roll over and wrap your arms around him, hooking your leg over his hip as you press your lips to his shoulder. 

“Morning, hermosa,” he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep, he’s rubbing his hand over his face, trying to wake himself up. He has to get up early to drive an hour to pick up Lucía for the weekend and he usually starts very early so that he can have as much time with her as possible. And he knows she’ll be waiting eagerly for him as he arrives, sometimes she’s even on the steps of her abuela’s house, her little suitcase beside her, as he pulls up. 

He leans over to your half asleep form and presses a kiss to your forehead before he pushes back the covers and sits up, your leg slipping off his hip. You mumble and burrow deeper into the bed, grabbing his pillow as he pulls the covers over you again. 

“I’ll come say goodbye before I leave, cariño,” he whispers and quietly leaves the bedroom. 

You wake up properly half an hour later when Frankie comes in with a mug of coffee for you and sets it down on the bedside table. He’s showered and dressed in his usual t-shirt and flannel shirt and when he leans down to your lips, his warm scent wraps around you as you push your fingers into his damp curls. He presses a long kiss on your mouth and you let slip a sleepy moan, he feels so soft and warm. With a smile he pulls back, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“I’ll message you when I get there, hermosa, ok?” 

“Mhmm, drive safe, love you,” you mumble back.

“Te amo, cariño,” he presses a last kiss on your neck before he leaves. 

…

While Frankie’s away you give yourself a bit more time in bed, sipping the coffee and reading the news, before getting ready. The weather forecast promised sunshine so Frankie said he wanted to take Lucía to a new playground at the big park in town. He’d flown over it (the fact that he’d flown over it made you giggle, most people saw new things by driving past them) and thought Lucía would love it. So it was your task to make a picnic while he drove to pick her up. It wasn’t exactly a difficult task, Lucía shared her father’s love of PBJ sandwiches so you were going to make some simple chocolate cupcakes and then sandwiches. 

Frankie messaged you about an hour later, letting you know he’d arrived safely and would be on the road again soon with Lucía. The cupcakes were baking and you had sandwiches on the go. While the cupcakes cooled you wrapped everything up, packing a cooler with juice boxes, water bottles and soft drinks. By the time your phone pinged with a message from Frankie, letting you know they’d just parked outside his apartment building, you’d showered and changed and had everything ready by the door. Your nerves were spiking though, suddenly nervous about meeting Lucía. Frankie and you had decided to not introduce you to her in his apartment so you grabbed the cooler and your own bag and made your way down to the street where Frankie was waiting. 

Taking a steadying breath you push open the door to the street, and you’re met by a sight that makes you smile as your heart constricts. Frankie has Lucía on his hip and his cap is on the ground next to them, the little girl is busy pushing a pink glitter hair clip into Frankie’s hair, two more already decorating his curls. As you watch, the little girl struggles with closing the clip so, holding her with one arm, Frankie helps her close it, securing it to his hair. Lucía giggles and pats his hair, her own brown curls bouncing around her head now that she’s passed all her clips on to her dad. 

You walk towards them and Frankie spots you, giving you a wave. He puts Lucía down and whispers something to her as he grabs a piece of paper from the car. She grabs it and takes Frankie by the hand, pulling him over to you. You crouch down to her level as she gives you the paper, it’s a drawing of a unicorn with ‘Lucía’ written in a childish scrawl at the bottom. 

“I made this for you”, she says, one hand still tightly holding on to Frankie’s, giving you a shy smile that’s so reminiscent of her dad’s, even the dimple is there. 

“Thank you so much,” you smile back at her. “Your dad told me a lot about you, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” 

She looks at the cooler that you’ve set down on the ground next to you, “Dad said you made chocolate muffins…” she’s eyeing the cooler and you hear Frankie chuckle. 

“Lucía, we have to have lunch first, I told you already.” 

She looks up at her dad with a serious face, “I was only asking about them, daddy.” 

“Sure you were, you little chocolate monster,” Frankie playfully growls as he grabs her and tickles her belly while Lucía giggles. 

“I’m not a monster,” she squeals, trying to tickle her dad’s belly too while he picks her up. 

“You know that doesn’t work, mija,” he laughs, “it’s my superpower,” he says to you as you stand up again, “I’m not ticklish so this little monster can’t get me back.” 

“It’s not fair,” Lucía says, pouting at you, “I have no superpower.” 

“What superpower would you like to have?” you ask as Frankie sets Lucía down again, grabbing the cooler and your bag  to put in the back. 

“I don’t know,” she says, scrunching up her nose, “what’s your superpower?” 

“I don’t know, you admit, “I make pretty good pizza, can that be a superpower?” 

“I love pizza!” Lucía exclaims as Frankie picks her up and puts her in the car seat in the back as you walk around the truck and get in the passenger seat, “Daddy, can she make us pizza?” 

“Maybe, if you ask her nicely,” Frankie says and smiles at you as he buckles her in.  

“Please will you make us pizza?” Lucía says immediately, “but I don’t like mushrooms on my pizza,” she adds, giving you the same serious look she gave Frankie about the chocolate muffins. 

“If your dad says it’s ok I will absolutely make you pizza, no mushrooms,” you smile at her in the back seat. 

Frankie gets into the front and starts up the truck, “Maybe if you don’t have plans tonight you wanna make pizza with us?” he asks with a grin. He knows full well you don’t have plans for tonight but you’d left it open to see how it went with Lucía. “What do you say, princesa, can she hang out with us tonight and make us pizza?” There’s a very energetic nod from the back seat as Luciá starts telling you what she wants on her pizza and then what she knows her dad will want on her pizza (mushrooms, no pineapple, lots of cheese). She also lets you know that her stuffed bear Santi, named after Pope, Frankie confirms, would like extra cheese on his pizza too. Teddy bear Santi is currently sitting on her lap, tucked in under her arm. 

The ride to the park is taken up by pizza discussions and by the time you get there Frankie has decided he will take you both to the supermarket for extra groceries so that you can have a proper pizza party. 

The park is one of the biggest ones in town and the new playground is in the middle, by the time you all make it over to it it’s, time for lunch but Lucía wants to go on the slide first. You tell Frankie to take her on the playground for a bit while you set up the picnic and he gives you a quick thank you kiss as Lucía runs ahead. 

“She really likes you, hermosa,” he says, giving you a happy smile. 

“I made her chocolate muffins and promised pizza, not exactly a high stakes negotiation,” you giggle but you’re pleased Lucía seems to have warmed to you. You watch them both as Frankie jogs after his daughter to catch up. Seeing Frankie in dad mode was a new experience even though you’d heard him talk about her many times. His confidence around her reminded you of when he’d taken you up in the helicopter, he seemed calm and in control in a way that you hadn't thought he’d be. He’d talked about his fear of failing her as a father, that he didn’t spend enough time with her and that he didn’t know how to be a good dad, so you thought that he’d maybe be insecure around her in his parenting role. But instead he seemed comfortable, handling his daughter as if he spent every day with her. 

You pull out the picnic blanket and spread it out under one of the big trees and set out the food. You’d made some more “grown up” sandwiches with spicy grilled chicken, avocado and arugula and cut up some fruit to add to the muffins and PBJs so in all it looked like a pretty good spread when it was all set up. 

You look over at Frankie and Lucía at the playground, Lucía had somehow convinced Frankie to go on the slide with her and as you watch he slides down the chute with her on his lap. You can hear her squeal with delight and Frankie’s whoop as they go down, and when they reach the bottom Lucía jumps off his lap and runs straight to the stairs going up to the top again. Even from a distance you can see Frankie telling her it’s time to go for lunch and she shakes her head, waving at her dad to come up and slide down with her again. You smile when you see how easily she gets her way and Frankie climbs up the stairs, squeezing his wide frame through the tiny little child sized door and sitting down at the top of the slide. They slide down again but this time Frankie holds onto her and says something to her when they get to the bottom, Lucía wriggles free and starts running back towards you as fast as her short legs will go. 

“Dad said I can have a chocolate muffin now!” she calls at you as she gets closer and you laugh, “Can I have one, please?” She skids to a halt right in front of the blanket, her eager face shining. 

“Wow, you really like chocolate muffins!” you say, smiling at her as you pick one of them up from inside the cooler. 

“Yeah, they’re my favourite so it’s good you made them!” She accepts the muffin with a big smile. “Thank you!” 

 “You’re dad told me they’re your favourite,” you smile at Frankie as he gets to the blanket too. 

“Mija, clean your hands first please, before you eat,” he says to her, pulling out wet wipes from his bag. “You want one too?” he holds it out to you, and you grab one.

“So prepared, Frankie, I’m impressed.” 

“You try getting grape jelly out of your shirt and then tell me…” he says, wiping his hands too, “I learned to be prepared the hard way.” 

“Thanks for the heads up,” you smile and sink down on the blanket where Lucía has already plopped down. She’s half way through her muffin and looking up at her dad. 

“Are the muffins good, mija?” he asks while he lowers himself down to sit next to you. 

“Yeah, they are good,” she says, her mouth full of her next bite, “better than yours,” she giggles and Frankie gasps in mock shock. 

“Better than mine?! Never!” 

“They have chocolate chunks inside,” Lucía holds up her muffin to show her dad with a grin.

“I thought you only made brownies, Frankie?” you say as you hand him one of the PBJ sandwiches. “Have you been holding out on me?” 

“I only made them once,” he says, “but they were pretty damn good, if I say so myself. And little miss traitor here,” he gives his daughter a poke, “said they were her favourite muffins ever, but now apparently they’re not!” He grins at her as she giggles through a mouthful of muffin. 

“I like yours too, daddy,” she says after swallowing the last bite, “but hers are better because they have more chocolate and that’s always better.” 

“She speaks the truth, Frankie, more chocolate is always better,” you nod. 

“You have no say in this,” Frankie pokes you too and you giggle, swatting away his hand, “you’re partial.” He’s smiling at you, his warm brown eyes doing that thing where they crinkle at the corners and his whole face just looks so happy you just want to kiss him. 

He seems to think the same because he moves slightly closer to you, scooting over the blanket so that he can reach into the cooler for a juice box and a sandwich, passing them to Lucía. When he straightens himself out, his long legs over the blanket, he’s got one hand on the blanket just behind you, not around you, but just enough so that when you shift slightly you can feel his body heat against your side. Lucía is busy feeding herself and Santi the bear sandwiches and juice, telling Santi he needs to clean his paws first. 

“Thank you for coming with us, hermosa,” Frankie murmurs, tilting his head slightly so that his low voice is right next to you. “She really likes you, she told me when we were on the slide.” 

“She’s a very sweet kid, Frankie, you’re doing a great job with her,” you smile back at him and you see how he puffs up a little as he glances over at his daughter. 

“She saved my life, and she doesn’t even know it yet. But I’m gonna tell her when she’s older, explain it all so she knows how special she is.” 

“I’m pretty sure she already knows she’s very special to you, Frankie, you have a great connection,” you’re looking over at Lucía, she’s still feeding Santi the Bear, and you feel Frankie’s arm wrap his arm around you properly as he drops a quick kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you, cariño,” he whispers before he moves away slightly and drags the cooler towards him. “Got any more PBJ in here?” 

…

Frankie and you eat your picnic listening to Lucía chatter about Santi the Bear, her real uncle Santi, her favourite pizza toppings again and the costume her abuela is making for her friend’s birthday party. 

“I’m going to be a princess helopticer pilot!” she tells you with a bright smile. 

“Heli-cop-ter, mija,” Frankie says with a grin, “and you’re going to be the cutest princess helicopter pilot.” 

“Have you seen dad’s helopticer?” she asks you, giving her dad an eye roll worthy of any teenager when he corrects her again, making you laugh out loud at the sass.

“I have, he took me flying in it a while back, it was a lot of fun.” 

“I’m not allowed yet,” Lucía pouts, “daddy says I’m too little.” 

“You’re too small for me to take up on your own, but maybe all three of us can go up someday, would you like that?” Frankie asks, throwing you a quick smile too. 

“Yeah! I wanna go, can we go today daddy?” Lucía squeals in excitement. 

“Not today, but we’ll plan something real soon,” he promises. 

…

Once the picnic is all eaten, Lucía making sure her dad doesn’t eat all the muffins, you all pack up and make your way over to the playground swings. Lucía wants to go on the one with a chair and a strap so that she can’t fall out, that way she can swing herself as high as she wants and she’s soon flying over the playground. 

There’s a big swing next to it, a round flat bottomed net made so that several kids can sit or lie on it. Frankie gets on it and pulls you over so that you can lie next to each other, looking up at the sky and Lucía swinging high. One of his long legs is on the ground, kicking out to give you gentle momentum. It’s a bit like being in a hammock and you swing slowly back and forth with Frankie’s warm body next to you, his soft flannel shirt brushing against your hand. 

“When I buy a house I’m getting a hammock,” he mumbles, sounding a bit sleepy, “this is nice.” 

“You wanna buy a house, Frankie?” you ask, looking over at him, his cap has almost fallen off his head and he’s got his eyes on Lucía while the breeze ruffles his hair. 

“Yeah, someday soon, once I’ve saved up enough money for a down payment and get my credit score in order,” he gives you a wry smile, “losing your job and apartment because of a coke habit really seems to put banks off.” He looks back at Lucía, “but I wanna get a house so that she can stay longer, have a proper room there, maybe stay a few weeks over the summer or something. And it’d be nice to have a yard, have a BBQ, have the guys over in the summer, somewhere to hang out, both for her and for me.” 

He looks over at you again, “and you too, if you wanna hang out with us,” he’s giving you that shy little smile that you love and you feel your feelings for this man bubble over.

“What’s that insult you and Pope always use?” you ask with a smile. 

“Pendejo?” Frankie says with a confused look. 

“That’s the one,” you take his chin between your thumb and index finger, “Pendejo, of course I wanna hang out with you and your daughter and your friends, Frankie.” Throwing a quick glance up at Lucía who’s still swinging herself high, you give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose as his face splits into a wide grin, chasing your lips as you pull back. 

“But most of all I wanna hang out with you in your hammock,” you say, “a hammock sounds like a nice idea.” 

Frankie kicks his leg a bit harder into the ground making your swing higher and you feel your stomach dropping as you grab onto the side and his arm, he’s giggling next to your ear as he makes you go even higher. 

“I swear to god, if you make us fall, Frankie,” you laugh and grab on to him tighter. The sky is tilting back and forth over your head and the wind is whooshing in your ears and you can hear Lucía giggling too, calling to her dad to go higher. 

“Wanna join us, mija?” Frankie calls to her and she squeals “Yeah!!” loudly. Frankie puts his boot down and drags it through the sand, making the swing stop. He gets Lucía from her swing and plops her down between the two of you, tucking his arm around her tightly, you feel her little hand grabbing on to yours too and you squeeze it back. 

Frankie goes gentler this time, kicking his boot and the swing goes up and down, making Lucía giggle in your ear. She’s telling him to go higher and he obeys, holding onto her as he makes the swing go higher and soon all three of you are laughing as the sky tilts back and forth over your heads. Finally Frankie stops kicking, his leg burning, and the swing starts slowing down, rocking gently back and forth. Over Lucía’s head, Frankie catches your eyes, you’re smiling, cheeks flushed from laughing and your hair windswept. He wants to kiss you so badly, this day has been better than he could’ve dreamed, the two most important people in his life together with him, his little princesa and this amazing woman who seems to see only the good in him, who loves him as much as he loves her. Pulling his hand out from under Lucía he searches for yours as the swing slows down further, and as his fingers closes around yours, he realises Lucía is already holding on to it, and it makes his heart swell. He wraps his bigger hand around both of yours, holding on tight as he looks at you, smiling at him. 

…

Taking an over-excited four year old through a supermarket is an experience to say the least… After the park Frankie drives over to the nearest one so that you can get what you need for the pizza and once there, Frankie goes into dad mode. Grabbing a cart for Lucía to sit in, she promptly stands up in it, holding on to the sides while she leans over the edge trying to grab anything that catches her eyes as you all walk past. Frankie makes her sit down and she stands up again. He puts on his stern ‘dad voice’ and it works for about two minutes before she’s up again and so it goes. You’re walking a few feet behind them, trying to stifle your giggles. 

“Lucía Francesca Morales Hernandez,” he says with a serious voice, holding on to her arm as she stretches across the side of the cart, reaching for a jumbo pack of Reese’s cups the size of her head. “Sit down now.” She sits down and looks up at him with wide brown eyes, looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but Frankie seems to be immune to her feigned innocence because he gives her a stern look and she drops her gaze and remains sitting down. 

“I’m impressed,” you whisper behind him and he throws you a quick grin over his shoulder. 

“What do you need for the pizza?” he asks, putting back the Reese’s without protest from Lucía. 

“Depends what you have at home, I need flour, salt and yeast for the base. And then whatever we wanna put on top.” you reply, sneaking a pack of Reese’s into your shopping basket. 

“Ok, we need yeast then,” Frankie says, turning down the aisle with baking ingredients. “I can’t wait to have this pizza, never had homemade pizza before.” 

“Are you serious?” you raise your eyes in surprise, “Never?” 

“No, it’s like the ultimate delivery food right? So why make your own?” 

“Because it’s like a thousand times better and you get to decide exactly how much you want of each topping,” you say, grabbing canned tomatoes for the sauce. 

“We’re definitely getting extra cheese then,” Frankie smiles, “extra cheese and extra pepperoni slices.” 

“And no mushrooms!” Lucía says from the cart as Frankie grabs a punnet of mushrooms. 

“What do you say, Lucía, should we add extra pineapple on your dad’s pizza too?” you ask, winking at her and she grins. 

“Yes, extra pineapple,” she giggles as Frankie pretends to gag, grabs his throat and sinks to the floor, making Lucía keel over laughing. An elderly man further down the aisle gives the three of you a disapproving look that makes you snort as Frankie shuffles to his feet, grinning at his daughter’s giggles. 

Groceries all paid and packed up in the truck Frankie takes you back to his place where you help unload and drag it all up to his apartment. Lucía has fallen asleep in the back seat on the ride home and Frankie takes her up first, getting her shoes off and tucking her into bed for a nap before helping you with the rest of the stuff. When you’ve got it all on the kitchen counter he puts his arms around your waist and pulls you close, dropping his forehead against yours. 

“I think today might’ve been the best day of my life,” he murmurs, his hands stroking up and down your sides. “Hanging out with my two favourite girls, watching you get along, seeing how much Lucía likes you, I’ve never been this happy.” His warm eyes are so close to yours that you can see the shadows of his eyelashes on his cheeks, he’s got your favorite soft smile and you return the same up at him. 

“Thank you for letting me meet her, Frankie, I know it’s a big step,” you say, “I was really nervous this morning.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your fingers into the soft curls at his neck. “She looks so much like you, she’s got your dimples and eyes, and your cheeky smile.” 

Frankie smiles wider at that and the dimple creases in his cheek so you move your hand down so that you can fit your thumb into it, it fits perfectly and it makes Frankie chuckle. 

“It was never a hard decision to let you meet her, you’re the best thing in my life, cariño, and so is she. I need you both to make me whole,” he moves his hand up from your waist and cups your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as his eyes flit down to your mouth. 

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” he mumbles as his lips brush against yours when he moves closer, tilting his head so that the cool tip of his nose nudges against your cheek. As his tongue comes out and lightly tastes your bottom lip you close your eyes, his beard scratches gently against your chin, his hand is strong, cupped around your cheek and his warm scent washes over you. His other arm wraps around your waist, his little soft belly pressed against yours, your breasts pushed up against his torso and he’s enveloping you as he nudged his tongue past your lips, opening his mouth to yours. His kiss is slow and deep, taking his time to explore as if he didn’t just spend hours kissing you last night, your tongue slipping around his as he pulls you closer. 

Eventually you pull a part just a little, needing oxygen and some composure. Usually he’d have you undressed and on the nearest flat surface by now but with his daughter in the next room, that’s not an option. Instead you both draw a few deep breaths and Frankie brushes his hand across your cheek, bending down for a soft kiss, before standing up straight and stepping away, towards the forgotten groceries. 

“I’ll put this away and deal with the picnic fall out, and let you start the pizza, ok, cariño,” he says, managing to grab your butt with a mischievous grin just as you turn away from him. 

“Hands to yourself, Morales,” you smirk, as if you didn’t just have your body pressed up against his just a few seconds ago. 

…

The pizza dough is soon proofing on the counter, pizza sauce simmering on the stove and just as you’re prepping the toppings, Frankie standing behind you, his arms around your waist with his chin on your shoulder, as he watches you chop the mushrooms, you hear small feet shuffling across the floor behind you. 

“Daddy,” comes a sleepy little voice from the door to the kitchen and you feel Frankie pull away from you as he turns towards his daughter. WIth a couple of long steps he’s swooped her up and he’s hugging her tight. 

“Princesa, you’re awake,” he coos as she snuggles her face into his neck, her thumb stuck in her mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

She nods silently against his neck before she pulls her thumb out, “Thirsty,” she mumbles. 

“Of course, mija, do you want another juice box?” Moving the little girl to his hip he opens the fridge and gets one of the leftover juice boxes and gives it to her. “Do you want to watch some cartoons while we get the rest ready for pizza? When we’re done you can make your own pizza.”

Lucía nods again, her eyes still sleepy, and Frankie takes her through to the living room and sets her down on the big couch, wrapping her in a blanket. 

“You look like a little burrito, princesa,” you hear him say and Lucía giggles, protesting that she’s not a burrito. 

Frankie comes back into the kitchen, and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I would love to offer you to take a shower with me, hermosa,” he murmurs against your neck, “but I can offer you a regular shower, if you wanna clean up before dinner?”

“Will the ‘shower with Frankie’ offer still be valid next weekend?” you ask but instead of answering Frankie nips at your earlobe, blowing hot air on your neck. “Go take a shower while I finish up, I’ll keep an eye on Lucía,” you smile. “I’ll shower when you’re done.” 

“Ok, mi amor,” he mouths, placing a warm little kiss on your neck before leaving again. You can hear him tell Lucía he’s going to take a shower but that you’re in the kitchen if she needs anything. 

It doesn’t take long for Lucía to scoot off the couch and patter back into the kitchen, the blanket trailing behind her. 

“Hi, sweetie,” you say to her with a smile as you notice her coming up next to you, “do you need something?” 

“Are you making pizza?” she looks up at you with those big brown eyes so reminiscent of her dad’s. 

“I’m getting all the toppings ready for the pizza, so that when we make them we can just put them on top.”

“I wanna help,” she says, dropping the blanket on the floor as she goes over to the little wooden step ladder Frankie’s got stowed in a corner of the kitchen. You pick up the blanket and help her stand next to you at the counter. 

“You can help me by putting all the toppings into these bowls, I’m just gonna finish cutting up these peppers so you decide what thing goes into which bowl.” 

Lucía takes her job with all the seriousness a four year old can muster, carefully placing each individual piece of pepperoni gently in the first bowl, followed by grabbing each slice of mushroom and putting them in the next. She’s chatting to you about her pre-school, her favourite teacher Ms Green and the dog she met at the park last week. You tell her about the dog you had growing up and she says she’s going to ask Santa for a puppy for Christmas this year. 

“The puppy can live with dad so that he’s not lonely when I’m not here,” she says, nodding along to her own sage words. 

“That’s very sweet, Lucía, making sure your dad’s not lonely”, you smile, finishing up the last of the toppings and putting away the knife. 

“I think you should live with daddy too, then he won’t be lonely,” she says in the same serious tone as she scoops up handfuls of the shredded cheese, “because dogs can’t make pizza.” 

“Good point,” you laugh, “but your dad can order pizza, he doesn’t need me for that.” 

“But girlfriends should live with their boyfriends, Ms Green lives with her boyfriend,” Lucía keeps arranging the toppings as you bite your lip, trying to contain your grin but not sure what to say. You hear a noise behind you and see Frankie leaning on the kitchen door frame smiling at the two of you, he’s heard what Lucía said too. 

“You should tell your dad about the puppy you want,” you say as Frankie comes over and places a kiss on top of Lucía’s head. 

“Are you still trying to convince Santa to give you a puppy, mija?” he asks with a smile, nabbing a piece of mushroom from the bowl. “You know I’m not allowed to have a pet in this apartment, but maybe when I buy a house we can think about a dog.” 

“Do you live in a house?” Lucía asks you as Frankie wipes her hands clean, all the toppings taken care of and organized. 

“No, I live in an apartment too, and we’re not allowed pets either unfortunately.” 

“You should live with daddy in his house so you can have a dog too,” she says as she hops down from the wooden step ladder. You look up at Frankie who’s got his eyes on you.

“I guess that’s decided then,” he says quietly to you with a warm smile, while Lucía pushes the step ladder back to the corner. “Sweete, you want her to live with me?” 

“Yeah, because Ms Green says girlfriends live with their boyfriends, that’s why she moved,” she says, heading back to the cartoons in the living room and behind her back both Frankie and you break out in silent giggles. 

“So much for being discreet,” you whisper with a grin to Frankie who raises his eyebrows in a ‘how the fuck did she know?’ look. 

“Mija,” Frankie walks over to the door to the living room, “do you know what a girlfriend is?” 

She looks up at him with a little confused look, her eyebrows knotting together in the same way Frankie’s does, as she seems to consider the answer seriously. 

“I don’t know,” she says eventually, settling into the couch and watching the tv, “Ms Green said it’s like a very special friend that you love and want to live with.” Sticking her thumb securely in her mouth she focuses on Doc McStuffins, clearly done with the subject and Frankie chuckles and turns back to you in the kitchen.

“I think that’s as much as we’ll get out of her.” He pulls you out of sight of the living room and wraps his arms around your waist as your hands push into the damp curls at his neck. 

“She’s a perceptive little girl,” you laugh, “and very concerned about her dad’s wellbeing. She wants the puppy to live with you so that you don’t get lonely when she’s not here.” 

“My little angel,” he smiles, “I’m gonna end up getting her a puppy for sure.” He’s on the verge of saying something else, but he hesitates, instead he gives you a long kiss before pulling back again, “go take a shower, I’ll get everything ready here.” 

When you’re done with the shower, in fresh clothes and damp hair, you find Frankie and Lucía cuddled up on the couch under the blanket. The dinner table in the little nook is laid for three and Frankie’s even folded napkins on top of the plates. They both look up when you come into the living room, both with identical smiles, Lucía’s smaller version of her dad’s. 

“Pizza time!” They both yell simultaneously, arms stretched up over their heads before they collapse into giggles, Lucía falling onto her father’s lap with her arms still stretched over her head, squealing with laughter as Frankie snorts through his nose, his grin stretched wide. 

You shake your head at them, laughing, “Not sure who’s the biggest kid, Frankie.”

“PIzza time!” Lucía squeals again, scrambling off her dad’s lap and running into the kitchen before you, Frankie following behind, giving your butt a quick grab when Lucía isn’t watching. 

PIzza making is a success, ending with Lucía and you skillfully conspiring to sneak three pineapple chunks onto Frankie’s second pizza and doing your best to feign innocence as he finds the offending ingredient on his pizza after taking a big bite. 

Lucía eats a whole pizza, declaring it the best she’s ever had and Frankie agrees, tucking into another slice.

“We’re gonna have to make this a regular thing, cariño,” he says, smiling over at you as you pull out the last pizza from the oven. You’ve made enough to have left over pizza for breakfast tomorrow. 

“I’d love to,” you say and sit down at the table again, grabbing your last slice, “I’ll teach you too, if you want, it’s not hard to make the base.” 

“Will you teach me too?” Lucía asks and you nod, “Of course, and we can have all sorts of different toppings too.” 

Frankie drops the half of his last slice on his plate and leans back, groaning with his hands on top of his belly, “I’m done, no more or I’m going to have to change into sweatpants.” Lucía giggles and reaches over and pats his little belly with her hand so Frankie swoops her out of her chair and puts her on his lap instead. 

“Mi princesa,” he kisses the top of her head, “my little pizza princesa, do you wanna watch a movie before it’s time for bed?” 

“Yeah, I wanna watch Toy Story.” 

“Again? We watched that last time.” 

“But it’s my favorite,” she says, sliding off her dad’s lap and tugging at his hand to make him follow her to the couch. 

“Ok, we’ll watch it again, anything for you, mija,” he says, taking hold of your hand too and making you follow. “Leave the dishes, I’ll clean up once she’s in bed.” 

Lucía falls asleep halfway through the movie, her head on a pillow in Frankie’s lap as he strokes her back. You’re on his other side, curled up in the corner with your toes tucked in under Frankie’s thigh and he’s got his arm leaning on your bent knees. 

“I’m just gonna put her to bed,” he whispers, “feel free to pick another movie, cariño.” He carefully picks up Lucía, cradling her close to his chest as he gently moves into her bedroom down the hall. 

You stretch out on the couch and keep watching Toy Story until Frankie pads back into the living room. With a sleepy smile you motion for him to lie down next to you and he squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, curling his arm around your waist and making you lift up so that he can sneak his other arm under your head. His lips find the crook of your neck and he presses warm little kisses into your skin before you feel how he buries his face in the spot and exhales, a long warm breath of air against your skin. 

“You ok, Frankie?” you ask. 

“Mhmm,” comes the mumbled response from him, and you feel his lips against your skin again as he kisses up your neck, across your jaw and finds your lips, making you turn your head to meet him. He lets his tongue slip out and taste yours, a low moan escaping him as you nip at his lip. You end it with a chaste kiss on his plush lips and you can feel him chasing you as you pull away as much as you can with how tight he’s hugging you to his body. 

“Frankie, I don’t wanna tempt fate,” you murmur, “Lucía could wake up.” 

“I know,” he groans, “I wish I had a house.” He sighs and lets you go a little bit, settling for caressing your hair as you get comfortable and watch the movie again. 

His hand runs gently through your strands, untangling knots from your shower and smoothing it down over your head, scratching at your scalp, making you tingle from the way his touch feels through your body. 

“I can’t believe Lucía caught on to you being my girlfriend,” he chuckles after a while. “I thought we were being so discreet.” He presses a kiss against your hair and keeps caressing your, his hand slipping down over your shoulder and your waist, slowly smoothing over the skin at the edge of your t-shirt. 

“She’s probably more perceptive than we would give a four year old credit for,” you yawn, your eyelids are getting heavy, it’s been a long day. “I should get going.” You push yourself off the couch and Frankie grabs hold of your arm. 

“Don’t go, hermosa,” he pulls you back down against his chest, “I know we said you wouldn’t stay over but now it doesn’t matter. She’ll wonder where you are if you’re not here in the morning.” 

“I don’t want to cut into your father-daughter time, Frankie,” you protest weakly, you don’t want to go, Frankie’s warm body behind you is sleep inducing. 

“You don’t, I already told you, you’re my two favourite girls, I want you both here.” He’s got his arm wrapped around you again and he’s trying to make you understand how important it is for him to have you here. “Just stay, please,” he cups the back of your head and pulls you around to his lips, “stay,” he mumbles against you, “always.” 

Everything about him is warm and sleepy, his mouth against yours, his calloused fingers that strokes your cheek, sliding around your neck, his plush body pressed up along yours as he hooks a leg over your hip as if he’s physically trying to make you stay even though you’ve already sunk down next to him and wrapped your arms tight around him too. 

“Frankie, I always want to stay,” you mumble against his lips when you pull apart for air, he can still feel your breath, your pulse under his fingers, “I love you, I love being your girl, always.” You kiss him again, as you run your fingers through his curls, sending shivers down his spine and he sighs a little moan into your mouth. He pulls back a little and takes a deep breath. 

“Hermosa, I love you too, para siempre,” he presses another kiss to your lips, “and I wanna ask you something,” his hand is tangling into the hem of your t-shirt, twisting it around his fingers, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and all day today, seeing you with Lucía..it really made me make up my mind. I…I think...” His eyebrows pull together in that worried knot, his brown eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, “I…I hope you don’t think I’m being stupid, or…or too rushed but, I really love you, you know that right?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, ploughing on, “And-and I don’t want you to have to leave and maybe…maybe we can, if you want to…if you think..I mean it’ll be easier for you too, it’s closer to work, I could even drive you, I’d love that, when my schedule fits yours, because most days it does and I could, maybe-maybe…if you like…and-and I love waking up with you and-and I wanna do that everyday and Lucía really loves you and it would fit so..”

You put your fingers up to his lips but he continues to ramble, “but maybe it’s a dumb idea, I…I don’t kn- “

“Frankie,” you say, your lips curling into a soft smile as your sweet man won’t shut up when his brain gets away from him, “be quiet for a second.” His eyes go wide and he closes his open mouth, looking at you with his brow furrowed. 

“Frankie,” you say again, stroking his scruffy beard, smiling at him, pressing a quick kiss to his nose, he’s really asking you this in his sweet, rambling way, “are you asking me to move in with you?” 

“Yes,” he breathes out, his face softening into a small smile as you cup his cheeks with your hands and brush your nose against his. 

“I’d love to,” you whisper against his lips.

Chapter 9

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fluff #pedro pascal character fanfiction #fluff #triple frontier fluff #the pilot and his girl #frankie friday

[winniethewife]

Like we're right back at the start (Jake Lockley X Reader)

A/n: I felt it was unfair that both the other Moonboys and Layla get a Holiday fic from my series but Jake didn’t so here’s something For Him. Featuring everyone’s Favorite Cat OC Viejita! (Courtesy to @guruan for the art and the cat) It’s undeniably real will return in the new-year!

Words: 848

She sat on the bed in the flat she shared with Jake, Marc and Steven. She looks across the cluttered apartment. It was home, they had recently decorated the place for the holidays, they had celebrated Hanukah at the beginning of the month, and now it was Christmas Eve, she was really hoping for a Christmas miracle, to have her boy’s back for Christmas. The string lights carefully hung on bookshelves made the small flat feel just that much more cheery. She was waiting for one of her boy’s to walk through the door after a mission, they’d been away for a couple days. she looks at the small pile of presents in the corner. Just as she was about to get up A small dark Hairless cat jumped into her lap.

“Viejita! What is it mi pequeña reina? Hm? You need some Mami cuddles huh?” She looks at the cat giving a her a rub on her head. The cat looks at her lovingly. She was wearing an adorable jumper, blue with snowflakes, keeping her hairless body warm in these colder days.

“Merw!” Viejita head butts her hand as she starts to purr.

“I know, I know. It’s so hard being a kitty. All the love and attention you get, Its just too much.” She coos at the kitten who meows back in turn. They sit like this for a while before the door opens as a familiar face with a Page boy cap comes in.

“Ah, look it’s mis bellas damas…Papi’s home!” Jake laughs as he walks over to them, giving Viejita a scritch on the head and a kiss for his girlfriend. “Hola Mami…looking good…” He murmurs flirtatiously.

“Mmm…you too Papi…” She looks into his eyes, she reaches up to his face, running her thumb along his cheek. “Merry Christmas eve baby.”

“Oh yeah, that’s today isn’t it? I got home just in time.” Jake grins. Viejita Starts Meowing at Jake. He had gotten distracted by his lover, and had stopped petting her, a criminal offence. “Oh I’m so sorry your highness, please forgive me for the error in my ways.” Jake says with a laugh before picking up Viejita and holding her to his chest.

“I think she missed her Papi, like I did.” She stands up next to him and kisses his cheek. “I gotta get Dinner started okay?”

“Okay Mami, Te amo.” Jake smiles at her and as she walks by he reaches to grab her hip, squeezing her softly.

~

After dinner, Shes standing at the window, watching as the snow falls. She can hear the small snores of the cat on the bed behind her and the water running as Jake does the dishes. She leans on the wall, she swears the whole world seems brighter at this time of year, even though its darker and colder. Her ears prick up as she hears the water shut off, a moment later and she feels Jake’s strong arms wrapped around her, his face nuzzled in her neck, he places a soft kiss there as his hands caresses her sides. He had Changed out of his normal Button up and Slacks for some comfortable dark sweatpants and a Jumper that matched Viejita's, A dark blue with Snowflakes, A Hanukah present from a few weeks ago.

“I’m glad you made it home in time for Christmas. I know you don’t really celebrate…” She leans into his embrace.

“Hermosa, It’s important to you, so it’s important to me. Maldito pájaro estúpido, I’ll be here for you when you need me.” Jake’s voice in her ear is soft and comforting, Words that almost no one else would use to describe him. They stand together enjoying the moment. Watching the snow fall. Jake makes a sound as he remembers something, and he pulls away for a moment

“espera aquí.” He mutters before grabbing something out of his jacket. She looks over her shoulder as she watches him come back over to her a small silver box in hand. “I didn’t exactly…know what to get you, the others they got you stuff and wrapped it up all nice, but…I just remembered when we were gone and…Well you keep singing all those songs and I…Just open it.” Jake tries, but he’s not a man of many words, she smiles as she turns to take the box from him and opens it up to find a bundle of Mistletoe.

“Jake…its perfect.” She smiles as she looks at the small bundle of leaves, it was an unusually sweet thing for Jake to do. He takes the bundle and holds it over their heads.

“Mistletoe kisses eh?” He smirks at her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Now this, this was very on brand for him. She laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck, closing the distance between them to kiss him. Her soft lips moving against his as he snakes his free hand around her waist. He hums softly into the kiss. This was what he needed to find.

I needed Christmas to find my way back here to you

~

Translations:

mi pequeña reina: My little queen

mis bellas damas: my beautiful ladies

Maldito pájaro estúpido: Damn the stupid bird

espera aquí: wait here

Masterlist

#jake lockley #x reader #moon knight #jake lockely #jake lockely x reader #christmas #merry christmas #merry xmas #viejita the cat #spotify #moon boys #moon knight fanfic #oscar isaac fic #Spotify

[jmflowers]

Still taking prompts? Carina feeling emotional over Maya learning/knowing Italian.

You got it, dude. Canon-compliant for your reading pleasure.

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Ding!

Carina smiles as she steps through the front door, the smell of dinner on the stove wafting down the hallway to greet her.

They’ve been in their new home all of three weeks and already they’ve fallen into a symbiotic routine – one she finds herself endlessly enamoured by. A warm meal waiting for whoever’s last to arrive home, a load of laundry in the dryer before bed each night, swapping shifts to rise when Liam cries out at 2am to be fed.

There’s balance forming, now that they’re here. Balance and love and support that seemed so far away, so farfetched, just a year ago.

“I’m back!” she calls out as she wanders into the kitchen, heavy grocery bags dangling from her hands. She can’t wait until they renovate this space; can’t wait until there’s more room on the counters and in the pantry for all the things she has to keep slipping out to buy.

Mela, a slightly robotic voice says.

Carina frowns, turning towards the sound, groceries piled half on the counter and half in the sink. She lets them tumble from her grasp, traipsing down the hallway after yet another Ding! echoes from the nursery.

Arancia, the robotic voice says.

“Arancia,” Maya repeats, her voice so whisper soft Carina barely hears it. “That’s an orange.”

Ding!

She’s leaned back in the plush rocking chair they’d settled on for the nursery, Liam curled in her lap with his eyelids fluttering as he tries desperately to pay attention to the phone she holds in front of them.

Elefante, the robotic voice inside the screen says next.

“Elefante,” Maya replicates, lips pressed to the side of Liam’s cap-covered head. “You know elephant.”

Ding! the phone chirps.

“Oh, you know this one, too,” Maya whispers, smiling softly. “Mamma says buona notte every night before we go to sleep.”

“Sì,” Carina murmurs, stumbling into the gravity that’s dragging her across the room towards them. “Buona notte means good night.”

Maya nods, turning just enough for Liam and his heavy eyelids to catch a glimpse of Carina as she leans over the arm of the chair to kiss his cheeks. “And ciao is hello.”

His little face splits into a grin, reaching for his mamma even as he fights a losing battle with sleep. “Ah,” he chirps.

“I got a few lessons ahead of him,” Maya explains, setting her phone aside on the dresser. She tips Liam backwards in her arms, laying his head in the crook of her elbow with a practiced ease. He gazes up at her with a toothless smile, nearly giving in to the weight of his eyelids. “So, we had to go back and review what he missed.”

“Ah,” Liam repeats.

“Sì,” Maya nods, looking down at their baby boy with a ferocity of love that causes a clench of something deep and primal and unquantifiable in Carina’s chest. “Apple is mela. That’s your favourite, I know.”

One of those tiny, perfect fists finds its way into Liam’s mouth and then, finally, he loses the fight. Finally, his eyes close and he tumbles into sleep.

And that feeling in Carina’s chest seems to explode.

She leans forward, reaching for Maya with a desperation she can’t quite explain. Tugging, needy, until their lips connect. Until she can try to convey with her body what she doesn’t have English words for.

Ti amo. Ho bisogno di te. Sono così perdutamente innamorato di te.

Maya won’t understand them all – not yet.

But she will. One day, she will.

#purposely did not translate that last bit #maya x duolingo #maya x carina fic #minefic #tumblr prompt party #prompt party #station 19 fic #does horny/enamoured count as emotional? #for the record: the stove is OFF with the food on it but I couldn't find a clear spot to write that in #we all know Maya Bishop would NEVER leave the room with the stove on #mustbebunnys #thanks for asking for this one friend

[factiousfcrged]

@aeternals / desi

"Hey Des." Amos' voice is quieter than usual, coming from behind the camera that currently just shows the machine shop setup. When he appears on screen, he's bouncing just a little, apparently in an attempt at keeping the tow headed toddler shaped octupi that seems to have attached itself to him, arms tight around his neck, cheek on his shoulder, half lidded eyes following the soft flickering light of the recorder on his console as he paces. "Just wanted to let you know we're running behind schedule, so it looks like we'll be hitting Medina about four days late as of now." One hand reaches to adjust the camera angle. The other arm is clearly occupied in keeping the toddler supported at his waist. "Everyone's fine, I only got shot a little, you probably won't even be able to tell by the time we get back." A somewhat cheeky smirk, at that one, though the camera does pick up a few scrapes and a bruise on his temple that weren't there last video transmission. "There's still some Free Navy remnants out here that are trying to pick off anyone that they thinks an easy target and we ran into a couple of 'em picking through what was left of a settler ship on our way back so. Cap's in pursuit of the one that got away, but the trail looks like it might've gone cold for now. I'll let you know if he finds anything else out in the meantime. Talk at you soon."

[Transmission ended.]

#TBT.

[bloody-trio]

Typewriter

An Allan Crowell short story.

The soft clicks of the type writer were loud, a tad too loud for the redhead's liking.

There sat Allan Crowell, the Poet, eyes focused on the brand new typewriter his friend Nicolas had gifted him for his birthday and, even tough it had been a few days since he was gifted such an expensive and useful machine, he just couldn't bring himself to liking it.

Something about it was a little too mechanical, too souless for him, a man who would nothing less but his whole sould into his medium of art so he stayed still, looking at it's perfect letters and how it would -ding!- when finishing a sentence, analyzing every detail of the typewriter. It's not like he'd never seen one, his father kept one in his study, altough he was never allowed to touch it, let alone write so he mantained his distance so now having one himself just made him feel like his father, distant and cold and that was the least he wanted for his poems, to feel machine generated, too generic for what he was conveying, it just made him think of hid poems like writing something commercial, to sign and use as a contract with art and not bond with it.

Yet he couldn't help but keep it, surely he could just give it back but he would feel terrible, specially knowing that getting tjings like this was a massive luxury in the manor, he tought of gifting it but Gabriel finding out would break the blonde man's heart so he discarded the idea almost inmediately, with a sigh, Allan stood up from the hard wood chair provided for him by the manor and fell into his bed, running his usually gloved hands through his hair, messing up any attempt he did earlier to look more presentable throughout the day. He just layed there staring up at his ceiling as he slowly sat up on his bed, looking at the selfish machine, oh so eager go taje his job and he gave in. Walking over to the typewriter and beggining to press it's soft key caps.

After a couple hours of scrapped ideas, feelings and words, he finally left the table, a single piece of paper now infront of him as he read for noone but himself.

Cuántas veces, amor, te amé sin conocerte y tal vez sin quererte,

sin reconocer tu mirada, sin mirarte, centaura, en regiones contrarias, en un mediodía quemante:

eras sólo el aroma de los amores que amo, el mensaje aberrante de aquella paloma fue en vano

De ti estoy enamorado"

#it's almost 12 here and here i am #sorry if its full of typos😞😞😞 #aLSO HAPPY BELATED BDAY ALLANNN (march 18) #🖋⊂(•́ •̀⊂ allan crowell || the poet #³3⊡‿⊡³ “gabriel alvaréz || the informant #idv askblog #idv oc ask blog #identity v ask blog #identity v askblog #‼️bloody trio lore‼️

[ilyfpsmina]

COMPLETO

Olá! Olha eu aqui de novo! KKKKKJ bom o post de hoje vai ser:AJUDANDO VOCÊ A TER O ESTILO COQUETTE cap: Roupas.

Bom esse tip de post vai ter 3 capitulos:

1-Estilo coquette

2-O que uma coquette gosta e oque faz?

3-Quarto coquette

Ok vamos la!

o estilo COQUETTE é um estilo CLASSICO e mais FEMININO!. Nele contem algumas caracteristicas do estilo SOFT GIRL. Nele contem estampas como:

• Corações

•Flores

•estrelinhas

ETC

Blusas!

As blusas contem varias estampas com as de cima.Tem de manga comprida,Manga curta,regata,cropped etc

Algumas 👇

Calças!

A maioria das calças s��o Jeans,Como wide leg,cintura baixa etc

Algumas 👇

Casacos/moletoms

Os casacos e moletoms podem ser qualquer um! Mas recomendo os de croches,amo

Alguns👇

(Parte 1)....

#coquette fashion #dollette #coqette #SoundCloud

[christas-museum]

The Child Manuela: Mädchen in Uniform book (new translation)

CHAPTER 2: V

For more parts (updates are at least once a week), click #The Child Manuela translation

The next morning came. Lela had held back during the big break. Arm in arm with Jeanne Amos, she walked around the playground, peacefully chewing her bread as if nothing had happened and as if nothing should happen. She watched Eva secretly. Eva—with an apple in one hand and a book she was reading in the other—had stepped out of the door slowly. Now she was leaning her back against the wall, standing on one foot, one knee bent, leaning against the wall. Eva was reading and saw and heard nothing. From time to time she bit into the apple. Every time Lela passed by, she had palpitations. When children ran past and obstructed her view of Eva, she became reluctant. Eva had a red dress on with a short pleated skirt and a white boy's collar. Her soft blonde hair fell over her face as she read. Her hands were white and her fingers were pointed. Lela knew Eva's way home. When the bell rang at twelve o'clock, she was the first to run out of school, having prepared everything well. Not home; because she turned the corner to the right and ran a couple more houses, where she knew about a wide house entrance. There she tore the hair bow from her braid and loosened her hair as if it had come undone while running. She hated her hairstyle. She threw her school bag to the ground and grabbed her hair with both hands. Then she shook herself like a dog fixing their fur after a caress and put her sailor's cap on again.

Now she was peering out for Eva, who was really coming along alone, swinging the briefcase. Lela's heart was pounding in her throat. But she approached Eva bravely and asked modestly, "May I carry the briefcase for you?" She blushed and was hot. Without looking at Eva, she grabbed her briefcase and walked beside her.

Eva laughed.

"Where did you come from? Have you been waiting for me?" She said, obviously flattered.

Lela could only nod. The briefcase was heavy.

"You see," Eva said, "that's what you get out of it! Why do you have a crush on me too? You'll get yourself in trouble now."

"I don't have a crush on you at all," Lela said defiantly.

"So, well, let's see!" Eva made a move, so that Lela got between her and the wall of the house, she pushed her up to the wall, so that Lela couldn't get out of the way. Eva's hands were on her shoulder and she steered them backwards until they touched the wall of the house.

Lela had a schoolbag in each hand and was completely helpless. Slowly, Eva let her hands go up Lela's neck and play with ears. Lela had never fainted. Tears of fear stood in her eyes.

"Look at me! Right in the eyes!"

Lela didn't; in the most insane shame she threw the books to the ground and grabbed Eve's arms.

"Well, you want to defend yourself?" laughed Eva. "That would be the very last!" And she gave her a light slap. "You Indian girl!"

Lela felt her knees wobble. Then Eva let go of her." Well, all right, if you don't want to, then don't! I can live without you, my child."

She picked up her briefcase from the ground and prepared to leave. "Adieu," she said, but Lela could not return the not at all friendly greeting; because she was choking on something in her throat.

So, now everything was spoiled! Now Eva would never, ever talk to her again! Why had she been so stupid? Brooding, head hanging, eyes on the ground, she slowly trotted homewards.

Of course Berti was already waiting for her. Berti was tall for his fourteen years. Although Lela was also the tallest in the class, she always felt small compared to Bert.

"Well, have you talked to her? What happened?" he asked quickly and quietly and went into her room after her.

Manuela got rid of her clothes calmly. "Do you really have a crush on her?"

Bert was outraged.

"Crush, that's what girls have; I admire her."

Lela said calmly, "So?" And remained silent. He couldn't get any more out of her for today also and ended the discussion by saying that she was just a unobliging and stupid person who didn't understand anything, and that was the last time he had confided in her.

The door was shut with a bang. Lela remained strangely unmoved. Usually, when Berti quarreled with her, she had regularly cried heart-wrenchingly. But something had changed today. Almost cheerfully, she went in to the table.

#The Child Manuela #Das Mädchen Manuela #Mädchen in Uniform #Madchen in Uniform #Christa Winsloe #The Child Manuela translation #Christa's museum

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

The Amos ™️ head cradle for Holden

#the expanse #amos burton #jim holden #oh captain my captain #amos appreciation #holden gotta holden #james broadcast emotions holden #Amos head cradle #this juggernaut is soft for his Captain #everybody needs an amos #jamos #roci family dynamics #amos is complicated #crazy cap aint no problem

[seriouslysam8]

(Apologies if you’ve answered this before) but before the next chapter, I was wondering if I could get a little more insight into Harry and Albus’ relationship.

Is this story Cursed Child compliant? And if not, are there any difficulties between Harry and Albus? I remember in an earlier chapter, Albus mentioned feeling left out during the Brontide situation so it makes me wonder if there was ever friction during Albus’ teenage years with his dad. It seems that (although I doubt Harry outwardly expresses having feelings of favoritism nor intends to favor one over others) the boys may perceive that Harry’s favorites are Lily and Teddy.

Ginny seems to have a soft spot for Albus given how she would interact with him during Kalopsia, and potentially treats Teddy differently than the other children given how Brontide unraveled. I still think overall, it’s more difficult to tell if Ginny favors one over the others from the children’s perspective.

From how I understand the characters you’ve written i feel like the fact that Albus is bit more sensitive than the other children, any sense of favoritism would really affect him. While I feel like James is rather sure of himself and doesn’t think much about it.

CC is not canon in this series. I’ve never read CC, but I have enough general background knowledge on it to use some things from the play (i.e. Albus and Scorpius, Albus being a moody little outsider, etc.). But the weird time travel story line where Amos Diggory is a bad guy or whatever, no, I’m not here for that.

I think Albus was a difficult teen. He didn’t like the fame of his family, he felt left out and had awful things written about him in the press all because he was a Slytherin, and he was coming to terms with his own sexuality. He was sensitive to and was aware of the fact that he was different from his siblings. He was not loud like his siblings. He didn’t smile for the cameras like his siblings. He wasn’t popular like his siblings. He had only Scorpius for a friend for a very long time and he was petrified of losing his best friend because he knew he wanted to be more than friends but didn’t know if Scorpius did. So I imagine Albus could be a lot like caps lock Harry and Harry was not equipped to deal with that, so it did cause some friction but only normal teenage friction and Harry loved him so much but felt out of his depth.

I think all the boys like to tease that Lily is Harry’s favorite. She’s the youngest and only girl and Harry does tend to baby her a lot. Even Albus teases him about it. But I do think you are right and Albus would be hurt if jokes were ever made that Harry ever favorited one of the boys. I don’t necessarily see Harry favoring one of the boys. Albus is most like him, James and him work together and naturally become even closer due to some shared experiences through work (this really comes into play in a future story entitled Moribund which is currently being plotted and not the next story planned but the one after that). Teddy he has a soft spot for obvious reasons.

I don’t think Ginny favors any of her kids. She knows Lily and James are both very confident and independent, so she worries less about them. Albus she tends to fret over because he is less sure of himself and he struggles more. Teddy just has a soft spot in her heart because while he’s confident, he’s also a worrywart and frets about things.

[thatgirlwritingficsatnight]

Odi et Amo I

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior

Catullus, 85

After a few years of working in the USA for Disney and playing the role of The White Fox in Marvel Cinematic Universe you came back to your motherland - Korea only to be greeted with hatred and contempt. To make things harder for you the universe sends you the most irritating neighbour ™. Will you be able to find your happiness and  accomplish your dream of becoming loved actress in Korea without complying with standards of patriarchal society?

pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

genre: actor au

warnings: angst, foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 5582

A/N: Hi this is my first fanfic ever, and so there are few things I have to say before you hopefully enjoy reading it. 1. English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors. I’m sorry, perhaps in the future there will be someone to proofread my works. 2. I’m terribly sorry for my interpunction :( for some reason they don’t teach it here  and so it may be terrible. I am reading about it more but it’s not easy for me as I haven’t practiced enough. I’m really sorry if it’s awkward. 3. This was supposed to be long oneshot, but I was told not all people enjoy long reads on tumblr like I do, so I decided to make a miniseries out of it. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want me to write some scenarios, or post more of my works (i have a lot of them in the depths of my drive lol). Love, thatgirlwritingficsatnight.

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You sat in spacious sofa in your old apartment in Korea. A sigh leaving your lips as you looked through the headlines.

"The black sheep of Korean show biz comes back after four years in USA"

"Whose heart will she eat now? National heartbreaker came back to Korea"

"Go back to USA you wh*re! - internet went wild over L/N Y/N"

"L/N Y/N comes back in outrageous style"

Most of them were a summary or perhaps a reminder for k-netizens why they should hate you; it's because you dated who you wanted to and for how long you wanted to, it's because this one time in the talk show you told off male host when he kept asking about your private life and because the other time you told another one to stop giving you all the questions about clothes and make up while your male co-star got to answer some deep questions about character development and that's to name the few reasons that came instantly to your mind. Of course some articles had to focus on your airport fashion too. The conservative Korean society had a problem with your bra, or rather a lack of thereof under your designer t-shirt. You left out an irritated groan as you scrolled to the comments. They were vicious and vulgar, you don't know what else did you expect honestly. You tossed the phone and buried your face in your hands fighting the urge to tweet something about the nasty people and how they should keep their antediluvian opinions to themselves. You sighed again perhaps if you were in a different country you'd do that, but here with systematic misogyny, where women were supposed to always smile and nod their heads, here where they got paid 60% of men's pay... you'd most likely be crucified. Then again who if not you would come to your defense? You knew the answer — no one, that realization was enough to anger you even more. The blood was boiling inside you as you snatched your phone back and went into Twitter silently mouthing apologies to your manager who'd be blowing your phone in just a few minutes.

 "Yes, I don't wear bras. No, it's not a topic for your article nor your problem. I also know it may shock some people but my dating life is not a topic for your entertainment either."

"It baffles me how Korean society thinks its country is in the group of one of the most civilized ones but still treats women as if we were stuck in 50s."

  Your phone was already blowing with notifications, you could see some new articles already popping and soon after that it buzzed as your manager tried to reach you. You silenced your phone and left it on the coffee table while you moved to the kitchen. You got yourself a lamp of wine and watched always busy streets of Seoul from a window. It was already dark and it looked like rivers of light with cars and street lights constantly illuminating them. You were deep in your thoughts as you pondered if you made a good decision. You had a good life in California. You had your best friend there, a house with a pool and many good opportunities for roles you declined. In those four years you became an international star after your role as Marvel's White Fox — a gumiho superhero. You knew in a year or two Disney would ask you to come back to make more movies and most likely you would but you couldn't stay in the USA any longer. Somehow, even though it seemed illogical considering the warm welcome you've got, you still missed your home. You missed Korea the country that loved to hate you. You weren't exaggerating when you said they loved to hate you, for instance you always played villains in Korean films and dramas and the Korean audience loved it. They loved to hate your characters and so every time you tried to audition for a role that would be first or second lead you'd always be cast as the villain. The very first time you played a good character was when you portrayed the White Fox for Marvel, they chose you because you were half American (on your father's side) and because you used to play femme fatales and that was kinda the character. You accepted the role secretly hoping that it would change the way Korea has seen you. It didn't. They said you were too Westernised and that you weren't true Korean and had their own perfect casting with actresses that weren't as scandalous as you. Well, at least the rest of the world loved you. Nonetheless, you came back. You still weren't sure if it was a good idea or for how long, or even if you'd work here or just relax; you were just happy you could eat unhealthy convenience store food whenever you felt like and that kimchi was a standard and not something you'd only find in specific shops. Speaking of, you craved some ramyun with cheese and perhaps some yakult as well. You changed your clothes into a pair of black sweats and a black hoodie and chose to wear a black cap and face mask as well. You checked yourself in a huge mirror in the corridor. Your outfit screamed two things: first was "I am a crazy murderer from drama" and and second "look at me I'm a celebrity". You sighed. Honestly what else could you wear? You decided not to change and went out to the nearest convenience store.

You walked slowly taking your time to get to the store while listening to Def Soul hoping lazy beats would calm your nerves. You bopped your head to the rhythm as you entered the store and went straight into ramyun section. You picked your favourite spicy one and grabbed some cheese, yakult and cherry coke. The girl working there seemed really young and you caught her yawning. She apologized and you smiled warmly although she probably couldn't see it through the mask.

"Don't worry about it I'm tired today as well." you said, and she smiled. You paid with a card and regretted not withdrawing any money so that you could tip her. You remember when you were just a bit younger than her, working in similar way but back in the USA; she’d appreciate extra cash. You took the ramyun to prepare it and hummed as you waited for the noodles to get soft. Food always got you to feel better. You were spreading cheese on your noodles when middle-aged men entered the shop. Soon you'd believe it's not your night or perhaps that you got some bad karma, or that you were just cursed. The men came up to the cashier and asked for a pack of cigarettes. You were about to slurp the first noodles when he spoke.

"When will you finish your shift cutie maybe I can pick you up?" He chuckled and the girl tried to smile politely although anyone with eyes could see how uncomfortable she felt. She tried to decline his advances with a small scared voice clearly she was too young to feel comfortable enough to just curse him out.

"You sluts are always the same. You smile at me flirt with me and then act all fucking.."

"Aish!" you didn't let him finish. And he turned your way surprised someone else was in the store. "I lost all appetite," you dropped the chopsticks next to the bowl and moved your gaze at the male: disgust was rolling off from you in waves, and he flinched upon meeting your eyes, "then again who wouldn't if they had to eat in the presence of trash?" You watched as his face got all red and furious, it seemed almost twisted now. "How dare you speak like that to me, you bi..." once again he couldn't finish his sentence this time you silenced him with your swift actions. You closed the distance between the two of you and grabbed his hand firmly. Then you put it behind his back and twisted it painfully enough for him to groan.

"Call me a bitch, I dare you." you said quietly, but he didn't respond, he just jerked trying to escape your hold. He smelled like tobacco, digested alcohol and grease. You scrunched your nose and took him out of the store. You pushed him lightly, and yet he still lost balance and fell. He shot you a glare full of hate and fury while you tried to remain calm. Truth to be told you were scared, yes you jumped in to help the girl, and successfully silenced him, but that was most likely only because he wasn't sober. You were silently asking universe to help you out as you mustered your courage and played your part of "fearless Y/N”.

"Leave or I'll call the police and tell them you harassed both me and the girl." He stood up and spit under your legs before he left. You sighed, a tight knot unravelling itself finally in your belly, adrenaline that was brought up with the surge of fury disappearing now, leaving you bit wobbly. You made mental note to thank the director of The White Fox for making you take those material arts classes, they came in handy. You came back to the store, you didn’t pay attention to the girl that watched you in awe. You just wanted to enjoy your noodles. Finally, able to take the bite you let out disgusted groan they got too soft. Letting out resigned sigh you opened the yakult.

"Miss Y/N.." small voice started next to you. The girl was blushing and smiling. She was cute, had long brown hair and a mole just under her left eye. You smiled back and it seemed to encourage her. "Thank you. You are like the coolest unnie ever. I will always support you and fight anyone that calls you names and.." You chuckled at her eagerness and sudden flood of words. "Thanks kid. What's your name? "Kim Seoyun." "Nice to meet you Kim Seoyun. I'm L/N Y/N." you said with a smile, and she blushed even more. You looked through the window and bit the inside of your cheek. What if he comes back when you're gone, you couldn’t risk it. "Tell me Seoyun when do you end your shift?" She took out a phone from her pocket. "Oh, in ten minutes." "Great I'll wait for you and order you a taxi." "Ah, unnie you don't have to… you already helped me enough and.." "Nonsense", you cut her off "he may come back and I'll sleep better knowing you are safe at home."

She nodded and came back to work. Leaving you with your soggy and lukewarm noodles. You thought about throwing it out but you hated wasting food and so you made yourself eat at least a bit although now it was cold and awfully soft. Ten minutes passed rather quickly and soon you found yourself standing next to the taxi with Seoyun. You gestured her to get in, but she stood in front of you and suddenly bowed deeply while extending her hands in front of you. Much to your surprise she was giving you a popsicle.

"Y/N-unnie I know it's not much but I wanted to thank you..."

You grinned at her while taking the gift. You quickly unwrapped it and tried it, it was strawberry flavoured.

"Thank you. It's the best popsicle I've ever had." You said honestly. Seoyun blushed and entered the car but before the taxi took off she lowered the car window and screamed.

"Y/N-unnie from today I'm your biggest fan! Unnie fighting!" You laughed.

"Mmm. Thank you!" After that car took off and you happily walked back home. Earphones in, phone in your hand as you decided to order some food since the ramyun sadly haven't been quite satisfying. You slurped at the popsicle even though it was the time of year when nights got colder. The taste of strawberries melted on your tongue. It was the first time someone in Korea told you they were your fan, it was also the first time a Korean fan gave you a gift. Despite the chilly air, and cold ice against your lips you felt warmth spreading from your chest. Grinning to yourself, you scrolled through different restaurants still thinking of what should you eat and then you bumped into someone or rather someone bumped into you. Popsicle fell to the ground and so did your phone with earphones brutally torn out from your ears. The man who bumped into you was in a very similar attire as your own he even wore a mask and a cap. You frowned upon realizing the gift from your first Korean fan was melting next to you. You were however about to apologize before he spoke in irritated tone while collecting some boxes scattered around you two.

"Next time watch where you're going." The blood inside you boiled the third time this evening and you snapped back at him before he could add anything else.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going." your tone was so aggressive it was clear all of the frustrations from today's evening build up in you. You gathered your things quickly.

"Excuse me..." he said straightening as he glared at you. His tone was promising a fight or a lecture at least. You didn't feel like any of that so once again today you didn't let someone finish their sentence, a habit of yours as it seems.

"Apologies accepted, asshole." you said fiercely and left him standing there with his stupid boxes in a state of shock. You got into the elevator and decided not to pay anyone any more of your thoughts tonight. You smiled at wooden popsicle stick and quickly forgot about the man downstairs.

Jinyoung was still shocked but also amused by your witty comeback. He knew he reacted upon his emotions when he was rude to you. He was just angry that he had to move the second time in the last two months. Sasaengs somehow found out about his last apartment in which he lived for only two weeks and just started feeling at home. Few days ago they found him, and he was harassed once again. Tired and angry he acted without thinking when you bumped into him and his belongings scattered. He wanted to apologize right away but you growled back at him, and he got irritated, so he wanted to lecture you or at least tell you not to interrupt other people when they are speaking, but you did just that and in very smart matter at that as well. Now Jinyoung was riding an elevator trying to pinpoint your face, he was sure he had seen you somewhere already. He entered his flat and sighed as he realized he had to unpack once again. He decided it could wait till morning.

You were woken up by both pounding and drilling in the wall behind your head. With long groan you pulled a pillow over your head but it didn't help much. You checked the time on your phone. It was seven thirty in the morning and you couldn't fall asleep till three - courtesy of your jet lag. You tried to ignore it hoping that you were sleepy and tired enough to fall asleep, unfortunately to no avail.

"Who the hell does the renovation on Saturday morning?" you asked your own walls with furious tone. You left the bed deciding to speak with the person next door. You didn't even bother to change from your PJ or brush your teeth, or hair, or even to throw something over yourself. You left your apartment in your bunny pyjama set, a gift from your best friend. Soon you were pounding angrily at the door. It took quite some time before the drilling inside stopped and someone opened the door. The man who opened seized you up and down with his eyes and coughed in his fist diverting his gaze somewhere else.

"Can I help you?" he asked his voice was a bit distressed. "I sure hope you can. It's Saturday seven in the morning." you were fuming, and he finally looked at you although he kept his eyes stuck to your face. "Ah... thank you for informing me. Are you working as personal calendar and clock for all of your neighbours or am I on some special treatment?" he asked sarcastically and smirked which made you: first bewildered and second even more mad if that's possible. "Let me rephrase that for you: it's Saturday, early morning and you are drilling in a wall." "Well, technically it was Mr Ahn who was drilling, I was enjoying myself with a book." He clearly enjoyed teasing you, there was this gleam in his eyes. "Don't you think that's a bit too early for a renovation?" your voice was seething with venom although you tried to keep your cool. "Quite contrary. I checked with the building manager, and I am only supposed to keep quiet between ten p.m and seven a.m. as you can see I even waited thirty minutes." He smiled at you and in that second you hated him, his stupid brown hair, strangely symmetrical face, weirdly tight cardigan and the fact that you couldn't do much since he was in the right. You just turned on your heels ready to storm off back to your flat when he spoke again. "Ah, and might I add I just love your fashion sense." he raised one brow and his eyes once again travelled through your body. "Excuse me?"

"Apologies accepted." Your face went from frowned and angry to shocked in a second, and he laughed at your reaction before closing the doors and leaving you cursing yourself, your luck and your best friend who thought it would be cute to buy you pyjama set which contained of hoodie with ears and a bunny tail and some shorts.

You entered your apartment, deep red setted on your face from both anger and embarrassment. As soon as you closed the doors the drilling continued. You cursed under the breath and went to shower. You stood long under the stream letting the water wash away both dirt and emotions. Once you were clean and ready for the day you’ve decided to ditch your flat for now since it was too loud for you anyway. This time you went for less sporty look but still all black. It was a turtleneck, slacks, martens and a beret. Chic and comfortable. You did  your makeup and hair and went out for breakfast. The car was already waiting for you when you got downstairs. You pulled a black mask over your face and greeted the driver who didn't talk much and so you didn't have to worry about the small talk. You scrolled through your phone checking the messages you got from your manager — there was about twenty of them and somehow each was written with different emotion: rage, irritation, sadness, hopelessness and so on. You sighed knowing that you should probably apologize for the troubles you caused him. Then again what were you supposed to do, not react when half of this country is calling you names? You signed back in your Twitter only to be greeted by thousands of notifications. Most of which were trolls and haters commenting on your tweets with occasional death threats in your DMs. You tried your very best not to read each and every comment knowing that even though you were strong it still affected you. You were; however, positively surprised when you found some supporting voices. There was your best friend (obviously) who fiercely defended you and called out everyone on their bull, he even threatened legal action and you smiled brightly at his tweets, but there were also few Korean celebrities who took your side and defended you as well. Most importantly there were few normal people, fans perhaps, who applauded you and thanked for speaking out. You smiled when you saw user "Y/NUnnieFandomPresidentSeoyun" somewhere in your notifications. Somehow traffic was still bad even on weekend and it took you forty minutes to get to the café you had in mind. Once you got there however you didn't regret time spend on travel. It was café in quiet part of town, it wasn't very popular since it wasn't in Gangnam but because of that it was one of your favourites. No paparazzi, no dispatch, no other celebrities.

The place itself wasn't very big but it had huge windows and was located in front of the park so you could easily grab a coffee and go for a walk or just stay inside and watch people and kids spending their time at the park. The interior wasn't anything special either, it wasn't one of those Instagram worthy cafés. It had simple modern style. You came in and ordered coffee and some toasts and sat in front of the window. There were few people inside so you sat without your mask freely and wondered if your friend was already sleeping. It was around nine here so in Los Angeles it was probably midnight. You texted him asking if he's sleeping, and he just responded by facetiming you right away. His black hair was still wet from shower, and he wasn't wearing any shirt.

"Yah! Y/N-ah!" he scolded you immediately. "How dare you not text or call your best friend for over a day. Do you know how worried I was?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"It's not like you contacted me either. And put some clothes on Tuan."

"Never. I know you secretly love watching my chest."

"Gross. Anyway.. I haven't called because I was tired yesterday, you know jet lag and all of that, so don't get mad at me."

"How are you now?" His playfulness was replaced by concern and it was clear he wasn't really asking about the quality of your sleep which was in fact terrible thanks to your lovely neighbour.

"I'm fine." He gave you the look. "Really. Honestly I didn't expect anything better from what I got, so I'm fine Mark."

"I shouldn't have let you go. You know what? Those people don't deserve you. Come back to the USA and let's live together again I'll even cook. Or I can come to you I'll fight them and keep you company. I'm can easily stream from there.." You giggled at him and he grinned. "You know I'm serious though you can come back I already miss you anyway. God, I should have married you maybe you wouldn't leave me Y/N-ah..." he was whiny again and you laughed. It was an inside joke between you. Both yours and his parents would always tell you to just marry already but neither of you felt anything romantic towards the other one. You'd known each other since you were two and both of you had treated each other like siblings ever since.

"You should have and now it's too late. I'll find myself new victim and feast on their heart like a true gumiho I am." you said in theatrical manner while munching on your toast.

"Honestly who the fuck writes those articles?"

"I don't know but I'm pretty sure... Oh my god. You've got to be kidding me." you said and tried to lower your face down so that the person passing in front of the window you've been sitting by couldn't see you.

"What? What? Is that paparazzi? Your ex? Is that paparazzi rented by your ex?" You frowned at your friend.

"What? No? It's my asshole neighbour." "Never heard of him. Why are we hiding anyway? You can just tell him to back off. Last time I checked you were great at that." He showed you two thumbs up and smiled broadly. "I'm hiding because I'm embarrassed and I don't want to talk to him." "Why?" he laughed. "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything it was that stupid PJ you got me..." you whispered at him while trying to make yourself as small as possible. "Oh my god. One day in Korea and you already got yourself a one-night stand. This is not how I raised you. What would your mother say?" he teased you and giggled. "For the love of... it's not like that." you said angrily a bit too loud perhaps since the men in question who was just ordering by the counter turned around and looked you dead in the eyes. His neutral expression changing to surprised before it transformed to smirk. You cursed yourself and Mark and bowed your head slightly and awkwardly before you turned around to face your now laughing friend.

"You should see your face."

"Shut up. I hate you."

"You love me."

"What a surprise." Third voice spoke up by your side and you cringed a little before you put on your cold mask on.

"A surprise indeed." You said, your neighbour moved his eyes from your face to the screen of your phone carefully placed against the glass. Mark was still there, still half naked and smirking at you.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

"No." you and Mark said at the same time and you send him death glare regretting that you couldn't kick him right now. "I was about to go to sleep anyway. Love you."

He disappeared without waiting for your response. You let out soft sigh and reach out for phone.

"Do you mind if I join you?" The man was already sitting next to you. He was smiling at you and perhaps any other person would say it was a warm type of smile but you felt like he was mocking you. Constantly. You straightened up in your seat and eyed him closely. He was wearing the same tight cardigan, it was accentuating his broad frame and muscles hidden underneath soft, brown cashmere and simple but well fitted blue jeans. You had to admit he was handsome and had somehow angelic face which only made you cringe once you compared it to his personality or at least to what he showed you already. "I don't think that's a good idea." You said after a pause, his expression didn't change for a second, and he sipped on coffee that blushing waitress brought a few seconds ago. "How so?" His voice was sweet and melodic, it irritated you even more. "I am a celebrity, there might be an article about me having coffee with you tomorrow." You kept your tone intentionally bored as you played with the spoon. He laughed and you changed your mind his speaking voice couldn't be called melodic when his laughter sounded so beautifully.

"That's funny. I'm celebrity as well I think I'll survive." It wasn't surprising at all, he was too good-looking to not be an idol, a model or an actor perhaps. You held back another sigh. You could already see the headlines "Y/N attacks again will this man keep up with her appetite" or perhaps "One day in Korea, and she already dates — check out Y/N and her new boy toy". "Yeah I doubt it." you said but quickly added. "Weren't you supposed to renovate your apartment anyway?" "I left it to Mr Ahn it got too loud for me to read in peace."

"I can imagine." Sarcasm was basically dripping from your tongue which only seemed to amuse him even more. His eyes were now twinkling and you thought that he must be a devil in disguise. "I must say it's very lucky that I met you here. What are the odds, right?" "Ah I wouldn't call it lucky, that's for sure." You were currently planning how to escape from this conversation. "So how about we get to know each other a bit better?" He proposed with a warm smile. "I don't think so. I don't even know you." "Oh. That's harsh you do know me. I'm your neighbour and this is our third meeting." He placed a hand over his heart and frowned in pain and you wondered how can one still look handsome while frowning before he continued. "Besides I can fix that. I'm Park Jinyoung nice to meet you. See now we know each other." You fought and urge to roll your eyes and you summoned the most polite looking smile you had in your arsenal. Your phone rang before you could say anything and you've never been more happy to see your manager's face appearing on your screen.

"I'm sorry I have to take it." you said politely, and he just nodded. "Oh I wasn't expecting you to pick up." "Ah manager-nim don't be like that I haven't been picking up only for one day." "Why are you so polite are you with someone?" "Yes." You glared at Jinyoung, he was watching you with a smile with coffee in his hand. "Ok, I can call later." "No!" you almost screamed and cleared your throat trying to remain composure. "No, it's fine." "O-ok. Do you have time today? We should meet and talk I just got something that may interest you. It's really nice drama. I know you said you don't want to play in any of those romantic stories but hear me out this one is..." you'd roll your eyes if not for your neighbour's curious eyes. "Of course when and where will we meet?" You decided to cut off his rumbling. "Really? Before departure, you said you won't play in any stupid drama again." "Ah, I see. I did say that. We should meet today, text me the address then." Hanging up on him, you hoped he got the brains to follow up with text. He thankfully did and your phone barked. Jinyoung laughed again and you gave him confused look. "Did your phone just bark at you?" You blushed against yourself. Was it so weird to have a dog's bark as your message sound? "Ah... yes. I like dogs." You cringed on yourself. Somehow today in front of this man you were constantly losing your cool. He either irritated you or made you flustered enough to forget any eloquent comebacks or eloquence at all. "Anyway it was nice meeting you Jinyoung-ssi but I have to meet up with my manager."

"Oh you're leaving without even properly introducing yourself?" He cocked a brow on you and smirked. You stood up and looked at him coldly. "I'm sorry I don't feel the need." You were about to leave before he spoke again. "Ah… running already... startled... like a true bunny. Come to think of it... it does have a nice ring into it, doesn't it? Bunny. It suits you and you even have a costume already." His voice was so extremely mocking that you felt the irritation buzzing in you like electricity. Not to mention he spoke so loudly the waitress that was blushing at him before now listened carefully. You groaned internally. What if she writes about it somewhere. Media won't let you live especially that he is your neighbour they'd say he is already in love with you. And "bunny" was such a couple pet name. You were in the midst of your internal crisis before he decided to speak again.

"Have nice day bun.." You reacted before you thought, your hand slapped against his mouth before he could say anything more. His eyes got bigger, he was clearly shocked that you were so close to him, that you touched him and that you didn't really care about your language. You on the other had were fuming. You've met your fair share of fuckboys, assholes and idiots but not one of them that had similar status to yours acted with such insolence in public where other people could see you. Well, almost none, perhaps your ex was the only one. You kept your voice quiet, loud enough only for him to hear.

"Shut up. And watch your tongue before I pull it out because the universe be my witness I will and I'll do it with pleasure. My name is not kitten, bunny or any other pet name your buffoon head comes up with. It's Y/N. My name is bloody Y/N." You hissed out and his hand reach out to yours. It was hot from coffee and soft even though his grasp was firm. He took your hand of his mouth and smiled.

"Nice to meet you."

You took a step back and send him the look that must have looked like you were trying to shoot daggers at him.

"I'm sure it is. Now if you excuse me. I don't want to be late."

You rushed to counter to pay only to find out it was already taken care of by Jinyoung. You furrowed your brows and wanted to give him his money back instantly but your phone buzzed and it was your cue to leave. The driver was here.

To Mark 🐰 💙 : One day Tuan... you'll pay for this betrayal

From Mark 🐰 💙 : ILY 2 good night. P.S. He seemed hot 👀

You rolled your eyes how hot was he didn't matter if his sole personality drove you crazy only after three brief meetings. You sighed. This was not how you wanted to spend this day: enraged twice and on your way to see your manager.

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“Te Amo”

I had the softest dream ever about venti, idk if it was a date or just a normal day with venti but we end up kissing and my tummy said 🦋✨ I promise when I woke up I thought it was real 🧍‍♀️💔

Character: venti (x M!Oc)

Warning: self inserted (or you can just say another name),, if you don’t like self inserts or BL pls don’t read it... also my English is really bad and I don’t know if I actually spelled some of them correctly so I hope that’s okay

For people who don’t know the words Mariposa is Butterfly and te amo is I love you. Really easy words ik you probably already know them because chu are really smart!

“Yahoo!” Venti screams knocking on the bedroom door giggling at how messy the bed was, taking his cape off and putting it on the nearest chair jumping to the comfy messy bed, Adrian was watching from the bathroom trying to brush his still messy bed hair “how did you-“ “the window was open~” the archon said smiling at him, Venti couldn’t stop smiling... How could he? He was looking at someone he loves more than anything and that says a lot about him! Words change when eyes Meet, how much would venti love if he could actually say what he had in his mind but nope, everytime they looked at eachother, his words would come out in stutters and little screams of frustration, Adrian was no fool nor a oblivius boy, he knew the actions by know, he saw how different he acted with him and how he was the only one who knew deep secrets venti didn't want others to know, those facts made adrian feel special and deep down the love he has buried was growing bigger and bigger by day, Adrian smiles at the now blushing god who was lost in his green eyes “do you know what te amo means?” venti thought about it for a few seconds before saying that he heard it in a few songs but never knew the meaning of the word “great” Adrian smiled getting closer to him and sitting next to him “perhaps you want to know the meaning?” Mariposas, that's what venti felt in his stomach when he felt Adrian lips, Mariposas. 

good thing don't last forever tho, adrian got up to leave to the kitchen “it means i love you” how slow did venti processed that was funny, adrian was starting to think venti didn't like him how he thought he did “wait-'' that when venti caught up “did- did you just confessed to me?!” venti screams getting up and getting his cap trying to catch up to Adrian “no te escucho!” adrian was laughing trying his best to act cool, both boys still feeling the butterflies flying freely in their stomach 

“Say it again” venti said, hiding his face with one of the pillows from the sofa “wha- oh! te amo?” adrian was confused by how shy the bard was acting, wasn't he supposed to be teasing and joking around “again”

“te amo”

“again”

 “te amo venti”

“a-again please”

and once again the adventure had to come and do his job, he grabbed the pillow venti had and threw it aside, graving ventis face gently “is there a reason?” venti nodded “i like how you say it, that kiss and those words really made me go all squishy…”

adrian smiled

venti gave him a glare

“i made a god go squishy”

and once again he leans down to kiss him, gentle and soft just like the hugs he always gives venti, the meals he makes for him, how he carries venti to his house because Diluc didn't want him in his tavern anymore, so much soft and gentle memories.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin venti #venti x reader #venti x you #genshin x reader

[breanime]

Bre's Boys when they first say “I love you” I’m on my sappy shit...

Billy Russo: He’d never planned on saying it. He felt it, and he acknowledged it to himself, but Billy was positive that he would never say it... until he came home to see you crying. His heart broke. You’d had a bad day, and you were just over it all, and as he held you, balancing you in his lap, he felt himself grow more and more protective over you. How dare the world disappoint you? How dare someone make his perfect girl cry? He wanted blood. And when he looked down at you, your pretty eyes wet with tears, Billy knew what he had to say. “I love you,” his voice was low and deep, his eyes staring into yours, “and I promise, I’m gonna fix this for you.”

Logan Delos: The first time Logan said those words to you was over the phone. He was on a business trip overseas, and he was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep until he heard your voice. It wasn’t an especially deep conversation; you both talked about your day and said how you missed each other, but as you spoke, Logan couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. Just hearing your voice made him feel so relaxed and rejuvenated--it was better than taking a hit of smack. He leaned back on his bed, smiling with his eyes closed as he listened to your voice. “I love you,” he said, “I can’t wait to be with you again.”

Jax Teller: He said it during an argument. He wanted to end things with you, said it was too dangerous to be with him, and you... had different opinions. Both of you were screaming, and your eyes were watery with unshed tears. Jax was trying to make you see reason--giving you the stats of what happened to women who stayed with him, women who got involved with the MC, but you weren’t hearing it. You told him that you knew what you were getting into with Jax when this affair first started, and you were gonna stick with him. You told him that the only way you would leave him was if you were in a pine box 6 feet under the ground. And he deflated. “That’s what I’m trying to avoid, darlin,” he said, his voice low and sad, “I love you too much to ruin your life like this... This has to end.”

Coco Cruz: He shocked you and himself when he first said it. Coco knew you were special, knew you were different, but he didn’t really know he was in love until he actually said it. Coco, Angel, and Gilly had just come back from a run out of town, and Coco was dead tired. But Bishop called church, and by the time it was over, all he wanted was sleep. But they got an order for some maintenance on a few bikes that apparently only Coco could do, so he did that. All he wanted was sleep...and maybe something to eat. So when you pulled up, his favorite home cooked meal in your hands, and straight up told Bish that you were taking Coco home for “food, sleep, and sex”, all Coco could do was stare. You gave him his lunch, and as he opened it, smelling the spices, he looked over at you. “I fucking love you, man,” he said, smiling. 

Angel Reyes: He said it in the middle of the night. You had been lying in bed, your head on his chest, when his phone rang. Angel groaned, and you listened as he answered, telling whoever was on the other end of the line (EZ, from what you could tell) that he was too damn paranoid, and that Angel would call him back in the morning. When he put his phone down, you kissed his chin, snuggling up to him again. Angel looked down at you, your face and features so clear to him, even in the dark of the night. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you, his angel. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Te amo, mi dulce.”

Miguel Galindo: He says it on a date. It’s twilight hour, and the two of you are walking hand in hand. Miguel can’t help but feel that this is right. This is what his life should be; you are what he deserves. Everything just makes so much sense now, everything in his life had improved since you’ve entered it, and Miguel knows that he has to do everything to keep you. So it’s very easy for him to speak those three words, because he means them, and he feels them in his heart. He stops, turning to you with his hand still in yours, and he smiles softly as he gazes down at you. “I can’t believe that you’re mine,” he says, “I love you so much, mi amor.”

Nick Amaro: You, Nick, and Zara are at the zoo when he says it. It had been an incredible day--Nick had never imagined that his life would be like this, but ever since moving to California, he’d been so incredibly happy...and a part of that happiness was having you in his life. He stood back and watched as you and Zara watched the monkeys. You were holding Zara, pointing as one monkey swung from tree to tree with his tail, and she was laughing. He laughed under his breath as he watched the two of you, his heart feeling fuller than ever. You turned to him, your smile bright, and Nick felt his chest constrict with the force of his love for you. You were a few feet away, but Nick could tell that your attention was fully on him. “I love you,” he said, and even though there was noise all around--he know you heard him, because your smile got that much brighter. 

Johnny Tuturro: So, Johnny said he loved you well before you were dating, back when you were just friends. To be fair, he tells all of his friends that he loves them, but with you, he knew that he’d be saying it again...and in a different context. He end up saying those three words to you again after a case. The two of you are lying on your backs on the street, breathing heavily. You’d just had to chase down a drug lord, and running in the heat wearing bullet proof vests after performing four other arrests only minutes earlier took a lot out of both of you, so you took a rest. There were squad cars, cops, Feds, and other members of your team milling around, but you and Johnny just stayed on the ground. He turned to you, his partner in crime, the woman whose kiss took his breath away, the most badass, beautiful creature on earth, and said what was in his heart. “Yo, you know I love you, right?”

Rio: Rio says it early in the morning. He’d come home late, but you were up waiting for him. You made him something to eat, and the two of you talked. Rio loved that he could be real with you, could trade stories with you and talk out ideas with you. Rio had always wanted a Queen, and you were more than capable of being his ride or die. He would kill for you, he would die for you, hell--Rio was ready and willing to put a cap in anyone who so much as irritated you. So as he held you to him, he felt you shift, and he opened his eyes. You looked so perfect in the low morning light, and he watched as you blinked yourself awake, looking up at him with a soft smile on your face. He was sure that you were about to fall back asleep, but before you did, he had to say something to you. “I love you,” he said, his voice low and deep. You sat up, and Rio gently pushed you back down into his embrace. “Go back to sleep, mama, I’ma still love you when you wake up.”

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Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think! Ugh...this made me so soft... 

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[gloynporslen]

First Line Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @smalltowndetective ​, always happy to join in haha

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors!

I seem to like starting with names a fair deal, don’t I? haha. I don’t think I have a favourite opening line... but “Felix Hauville, my dearest light.” ... Oh I do like that haha.

I also added a bonus to the list, so there’s 21 here... Because I’ve done 21 fic total so far haha~

I shan’t tag anyone because, well the only one of my favourite authors I’m not anxious to tag is the one who tagged me so - consider this an open tag! Anyone who follows me seeing this who writes, please feel free to do this too and tag me to see!!

1. Hard at Work - Nate/Lorelei - Tumblr & Ao3

Lorelei has always been talented with her tongue, a fact no one could ever deny.

2. Catsitting - Ariana/Adam - Tumblr & Ao3

Ariana has been in a terrible mood all day.

3. On an Ordinary Day - Adrien/Felix and Natasha/Adam - Tumblr & Ao3

It bothers her.

4. Adam’s Charm Drabble - Ariana/Adam - Tumblr

“-and he continues, awkward as hell right, with ’must be a nice job’!”

5. Amo - Adrien/Ava - Tumblr

“Ava, please.”

6. Theodore - Ariana/Adam? - Tumblr & Ao3

Aria’s weary sigh when Verda comes in to ask for some files demands their attention.

7. I’m Right Here - Adrien/Morgan - Tumblr

Morgan doesn’t think she’s ever jolted awake so suddenly before, certainly not that she remembers.

8. The Sun Burns Hot - Lorelei/Morgan - Tumblr

Morgan sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in a weak effort to calm the headache that’s been building since they started fighting.

*GIFT* 9. The Wolf and The Songbird - Faustus/Mason - Tumblr

The dulcet tones of a soft, rambling melody fill the air of the otherwise silent warehouse, the gentle strumming a much needed contrast to the less than gentle awakening Faustus had received.

10. Office Flirtation - Adrien/Ava - Tumblr

“Sometimes, Adrien-” Ava pinches the bridge of her nose in exasperation “-I swear you’re an idiot.”

11. Much Needed Girl’s Night - Ariana/Adam and Tina - Tumblr

“So I think you should set his car on fire.”

12. Unsent - Adrien/Felix - Tumblr

Felix Hauville, my dearest light.

13. Acomplices - Ariana/Adam and Felix - Tumblr

Aria, to her credit, has done a pretty good job in Felix’s opinion.

14. Just a Cut - Ariana/Adam - Tumblr & Ao3

The SUV is silent.

15. “Okay, it was me... So?” - Lorelei/Nate - Tumblr & Ao3

Normally Lorelei would never be opposed to having Nate’s undivided attention, but the eyes he’s been giving her since he arrived are not the kind of eyes she likes.

16. Mistletoe - Lorelei/Nate and UB - Tumblr & Ao3

“Oh, Farah~?”

17. (The Sound of) Silence - Layton/Morgan. and Nat - Tumblr & Ao3

In, hold, out.

18. Hot Chocolate - Ariana and Rebecca - Tumblr & Ao3

“And the final touch?” Rebecca prompts, placing the cap back on the whipped cream.

19. Ugly Sweaters - Adrien/Felix and Mason - Tumblr & Ao3

“And why do I have to wear this crap too?”

20. Paper Airplanes - Adrien/Felix and Ava - Tumblr & Ao3

It hadn’t been a busy day for Adrien.

*BONUS* 21. Morning - Lorelei/Nate and UB - Tumblr & Ao3

Lorelei is not a morning person on her days off.

#tag #thank you for the tag sweetie #I'm doing this on my laptop and god do I miss my emojis