#camila if you don’t want to take this child… i will

[teartra]

Please, let them be mother and son

#camila if you don’t want to take this child… i will #even though I’m 22 and too young to be a mother of a 16 years old boy BUT I DON’T CARE #the owl house spoilers #toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #luz noceda #toh hunter #thanks to them spoilers

[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations 🌞🌞🌞

Credit @astroismypassion

🌞 Taurus Venus child in the family is known to be someone “you need a lot of money for”, they are the high maintenance of the family. They are also quite particular in how they want their things to be made, for example no homemade coffee, just Starbucks.

🌞 Aries Sun, Venus and Mars need their windows open for fresh air as often as possible. They feel as there constantly no air in the room.

🌞 Pisces Vesta women don’t compete with other women for male attention or approval ever. They also have a very “if you can steal him, then you can also have him” mentality.

🌞 Libra Vesta native has a lot of female friends.

🌞 There is a reason why Taurus Venus is actually really good at shopping (and it’s probably their favourite hobby as well). It’s because they find the best price.

🌞 I have not met a single Scorpio or Aries Moon that does not like rap, R’n’B or hip hop.

🌞 Aries Moon woman or man was often not picked as the crush or romantic interest when younger. That’s why some of them have player vibe around them when older. Because they want to know how does it feel to have options.

🌞 Also, for some reason Aries Moons often attract people that don’t want to commit or are scared of partnerships.

🌞 I noticed that Scorpio Venus often has very private partnership later with age. And the reason for this privacy was because when they were younger, their relationship was super public. Or other people got involved, had their opinions about the relationship.

🌞 I noticed Aquarius Suns really don’t have a lot committed partnerships when younger or may stay single in their younger years when their peers are dating.

🌞 Ceres being like a “second Moon sign” indicates also the traits of your own mother. But also how you might act as a parent yourself, most likely your parenting style.

🌞 Cancer Vesta is often found in a Natal chart of a native that is part of a family that has had daughters every family generation.

🌞 The beauty of having Scorpio Venus is absolutely transforming your lovers, but the downside is low self-worth and that’s when jealousy kicks in.

🌞 I think that the placement that often ends up thinking that they will stay forever alone is Aquarius Sun, Aquarius Jupiter, Sun Uranus aspects or Sun at an Aquarius degree, especially women. But the reason for this is often in younger years, they attract unserious people, that’s why they rather stay single. These people also have very high self-love! So it takes them a lot to enjoy someone else’s company.

🌞 Libra Ceres has a tendency for dramatic partnerships, they experience high highs and low lows.

🌞 Virgo or Gemini and Aquarius placement always find each other. Both live pondering on life. And often Aquarius Sun is found in a partnership with someone who has a Virgo or Gemini Moon I noticed. One celebrity example is Matthew McConaughey who has a Virgo Moon and his wife Camila who is an Aquarius Sun.

🌞 Sagittarius Mars women love a partner that is very very fun, but often end up attracting someone who doesn’t take life seriously.

🌞 I think Gemini and Virgo Venus, also Venus in the 6th house are the only people who get “impersonal” compliments, such as “I love how you take care of yourself” rather than relating something with their physical appearance, style.

🌞 Composite Capricorn Rising might experience either family supporting the connection or family being “open enemies” against the connection. Also, they deal with a lot of pregnancy scares.

🌞 I noticed Scorpio Moon or Moon in the 8th house and those with Moon Pluto aspects tend to develop feelings for whoever they spend the most time with! Because it takes them a long, long time to get truly comfortable with someone.

Credit @astroismypassion

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[hysteria-things]

COULD U POSSIBLY MAKE A MATT FIC BASED OFF OF THIS TIKTOK OR SONG (YOU CAN DECIDE IF U WANT IT TO BE SMUT OR NOT IF U DO MAKE ONE) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8wp5H2t/

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MY OH MY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a pickle when you get poured on, but don’t worry… somebody comes to save you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, p in v, ass grabbing, faux sympathy, cum eating (🙈)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,400

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meant to post earlier but tumblr decided to close the draft without saving as i was proofreading/editing🤣

hope you enjoy @sluttyformatt :)

rain trickles down your hair to your shoes; workout clothes soaked.

you wanted to go on a late-night walk, then suddenly it started pouring out of nowhere. currently, you’re standing under a roof edge, arms crossed while you wait for your ride.

your brother isn’t around to pick you up, so your last resort was his best friend. he’s your brother’s age, who’s two years older than you. he’s known him ever since high school, yet your mother always said matt was a bad influence.

although, you do see where she’s coming from. matt was the type to always get in trouble in school, and overall he’s just a big grump. he’s only been nice to you, your brother, and of course his siblings.

headlights glow down the street, getting closer until the minivan stops in front of you. you quickly head over to it, open the door, and get in on the passenger’s side. “hi matty!” you beam. “thank you so much for picking me up. i didn’t know it was going to rain.”

he looks at you, wearing the leather jacket he’s had for as long as you can remember.

he truly doesn’t understand how you can be so happy no matter what, even if you are drenched in water. “you should’ve checked the weather before you left.” he mumbles, putting the car in drive.

“well, it was sunny all day. i didn’t expect rain. it’s okay, though. it’s like a surprise shower.” you smile, fastening the seatbelt.

“uh oh,” you say, looking through your fanny pack that you have strapped to your stomach.

he sighs, still focusing on the road. “what is it now?”

“i may or may not have left my keys home and locked myself out. nobody’s home.” you lick your teeth. “can i come to your place until my brother picks me up? pretty please, matty?”

“fine.” he inhales sharply. “and stop calling me matty.”

it’s silent as you two sit on the couch. your brother texted you saying he’ll let you know when he’s on his way, but god knows how long that’ll be. (despite it being almost midnight)

matt notices a shiver, taking his eyes off of his phone to look. your hands rub up and down your arms trying to warm up, but the chattering of your teeth indicates that it isn’t helping. “go to my room and grab one of my hoodies and pajama pants. they should be in my dresser.” he says coolly.

you smile. “it’s okay, i can wait. i’m fine.”

“put them on.” he demands. “you’re soaking wet and freezing.”

staring at him, he keeps staring back because of your silence. “go.”

you sigh like a child, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway into his bedroom.

matt’s clothes are far too big on you, but you do feel warmer and more comfortable. his pants hang low just past your waistline. the hoodie on the other hand is long, causing the sleeves to give you sweater paws.

you sit on the chair he has in the corner, scrolling on your phone. matt can’t help but stand at the doorway, watching you.

not in a creepy way, but the fact you’re wearing his clothes has his dick reacting from the view. the way it’s too big for your body turns him to fuck on.

he cannot feel this way toward you. your his best friend’s sister, for god’s sake. but he can’t help it.

“feel better?”

you get startled by his voice. “yes, thank you.”

“told you so,” he grumbles.

rolling your eyes playfully, you stand up. “i didn’t mean to linger in here. i got distracted.”

as you start to walk by him, he grabs onto your shoulders to stop you. your breath hitches at the feeling of his rings; the way they drag down your arm makes you subconsciously clench your thighs together.

his cologne floods your nostrils, and the way he’s looking at you is different now.

he’s always been a grumpy kid and had a resting bitch face, but now he’s looking at you seductively and with need.

the hand that was on your arm now cups the front of your neck. there’s no pressure, but the fingers with no rings go over your bottom lip.

he sighs sympathetically. “it sucks that you’re off limits. i would so fuck you right now.”

your eyebrows raise high from the sudden courage he had to just blurt that out. however, you smirk.

“if you kiss me.” you shrug. “i might let it happen.”

he groans, leaning down to smash his lips on yours.

still intact, you grab his jacket and pull him in closer, your bodies moving at the same rhythm.

he starts to push you back to where the chair is, turning you 180° so he’s the one sitting in it while you straddle his lap.

your hips grind, rubbing just the right spot on not only you but him also. you smile into the kiss when you feel him hardening beneath you.

tugging at the pants you're wearing, he pulls away. “take these off.”

you shimmy them down your legs as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his bottoms down below his thighs. he grabs your hips to hover you over him, but stops and teases the tip.

you wiggle to get some friction as he smirks. “manners.”

“please.” you whine. “please let me ride your cock. i’m so fucking wet for you.”

matt sinks you slowly onto him, your walls immediately stretching to his size. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”

you mumble something into his chest, bouncing uncontrollably on his dick. your sweater paws ball up on his biceps. your ass slaps repeatedly on his skin, the sound echoing off the walls.

he tuts, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “why so quiet?”

“stop.” you mewl, nuzzling your face even deeper into his body. your face is hot from embarrassment.

“is somebody embarrassed to be fucking her brother’s best friend? it looks like ms. goody-two-shoes is a little naughty.” he says lowly into your ear, causing you to start whimpering and going even faster.

it doesn’t take long for his tip to brush against the right spot “oh, fuck.” you moan, legs shaking at his sides.

“better not get this chair dirty, otherwise i’ll make you clean it,” he warns, knowing that you can’t control your orgasm.

pouting, you clench hard. of course, your release runs down his thighs and onto the seat. your eyes are glassed over while you look at him, who’s shaking his head. “you’re making a mess.”

somehow so quickly, he lifts you off of him and onto the floor. now, he’s behind you, and your cheek leans against the chair.

he again nudges at your entrance, this time you buck your hips back but he grips them tight. “clean up your mess first.”

he doesn’t ask. he orders while pushing your head down further into the cushion.

obeying, you flick your tongue onto your arousal. normally, you’d find this gross, but you’re so wet and turned on that you’ll listen to whatever he says. his presence feels like you are under a spell.

a sweet and salty taste fall on your tongue, following his instructions to a t.

a hum of approval is heard behind you. he spreads your legs wider, slamming into you with no warning.

you moan loudly, arching as much as you can in this position. “m-matt! shit, matt!” you yelp.

he grunts, taking in how well your pussy feels engulfing him.

tears threaten to spill from your eyes once they roll back, moaning loud and clear when your g-spot gets abused already.

strings of curses leave your lips, the way he’s balls deep inside of you right now have you quiver a lot. “you feel—” you pause, licking your lips and shutting your eyes tight. “so good. like… holy fucking god.”

he chuckles, placing his hand on your shoulder to drill into you harder. before you even know that it’s happening, you cum for the second time, shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.

a deep breath later, matt makes sure to pull out and paint your back white.

“you can keep the clothes.” he says, jiggling your ass to play with it. “so you can wear them the next time i fuck you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[gentlyweeps-world]

Hey could you do one for Fernando Alonso with wife pregnant! reader where she surprise him with the news during their anniversary with the help of their child? (He's at Aston Martin) Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it ended. Tag me later! Thanks!!

#1 girl dad

summary: above ^^

pairing: nando alonso x fem!reader

warnings: slightly suggestive | pregnancy talk

genre: fluff!!

notes: I will be continuing to work on requests, sorry for the slow posts 🫶

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Camila? Do you want to help me decorate for Daddy’s surprise?” You ask out softly to your daughter Camila, she’s only five years old.

You knew you and Fernando were a bit late to having kids- but it didn’t matter, you and him were both happy.

“Yes mommy..” You hear her quiet voice call out from her bed, she had just gotten up from a nap, tired from trying to stay up for Fernando to get home.

It wasn’t that late- maybe 10-11 at night, but that was late for your Camilla.

Now it wasn’t a normal day, it was yours and Fernando’s anniversary, 8 years together.

While you had planned to have a nice dinner, and watch a movie, he had some sim work to do which pushed the timing of everything a bit back.

You didn’t mind, you were used to the uncertainty of things.

Plus- you had Lance Stroll to help.

You have at least thirty minutes before he’ll be on his way back home.

Thanks Lance, I owe you ❤️

Don’t worry about it, just make sure I’m her god-father

Right of course, you left out the most important part.

You were pregnant again, and with another little girl. It was difficult keeping it a secret, especially since Nando knew you so well, but you had managed it.

You also managed to let it slip to Fernando’s teammate, but Lance promised to keep it a secret and help out in anyway needed, which he has done a fantastic job in.

“Mommy…when will daddy be home..” Camila mumbles out, dragging her blanket and stuffie out of bed with her.

“Soon baby, just help mommy for a tiny bit, okay?” You say softly, smiling as you drag your fingers through her brown hair.

“Okay…then can I get candy after?”

“Of course baby..” You reply with a smile, taking her free hand and walking towards your living room.

Then you started to decorate, just with some banners and cheesy “I’m pregnant” decor.

Now of course half way through Camila fell asleep on the couch, in her defense she did help hand a banner to you, which was very tiring work.

“Will he like this..?” You mumble out to yourself, looking over all of the decor, it was cute but romantic at the same time, “Ah he’ll like anything I do for him..” You add on.

You wander into your kitchen, quietly and quickly starting to boil some pasta for an easy and light dish.

Just as you finish you hear the front door open, and gently shut. “Amor? Y/n..?” You hear Nando call out from the hallway.

Good luck Y/n ❤️

Thanks Lance ❤️

You let out a soft sigh, setting your phone down you walk over into the living room, spotting Fernando sitting on the couch with Camila, who’s still asleep.

“What’s all this amor?” He asks, looking over at you then around the living room once more, “I know it’s our anniversary but I have a feeling there’s something you’re hiding..” He adds on with a grin.

“Well..how do you feel about another girl..?” You ask with a smile, walking over to him and sitting on his knee, wrapping an arm around his neck to place a kiss to his cheek,

“I’d love nothing more than that��” He mumbles out with a smile, “I knew Lance was being suspicious..”

“Well he certainly helped with keeping it a secret..” You say with a grin, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Let me guess..he wants to be the godfather of our next little one?” Fernando asks, wrapping an arm around you.

“Yes, is that alright with you?”

“Of course amor, anything that makes you happy..” Fernando says with a smile, placing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Well I guess I’ll have to get you that mug you wanted..” You say with a smile, dragging your fingers through his brown hair.

Fernando chuckles at the mention of that, “I am a pretty good girl dad, aren’t I?”

“Yeah you’re the best”

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[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - Epilogue

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Two love birds finally got together. To the relief of everyone.

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6

Warning: E Rating. Smutty smut. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injury.

A/N: @siilvan , thank you for being a wonderful Beta-reader *hug* @jynxmirage for giving me daily encouragements of sending me picture of delicious Bayardo De Murguia to keep me going :) Thanks to @okayyadriana  and @saltofmercury helping me with Spanish words :) if there are any mistakes. Please blame me not them.

“masterlist” 

You stayed on with the Los Vaqueros In Las Almas after Rudy was cleared to be discharged from the hospital. 

Approaching Price a few days after in private, you were nervous as you put in a request to stay on for a bit longer while the rest of the team moved on to another mission back in Europe soon.

“I know this is a very selfish request, Captain..” You look down at your boot, feeling guilty abandoning your team while they need you. But you can’t walk away from him this time. Rudy still needs you to look after him, or so you try to justify it. More like you need him to heal your guilty conscience. 

Price observed you in silence for a few minutes, brows furrowed. At last he jerks his head towards the outside, indicating to you to follow him. 

The sun is slowly setting, a few soldiers returning from their patrols and training. Everything seems so tranquil and peaceful compared to the near death mission the squad was sent to a few weeks ago.

Taking out a cigar he stashed away in his vest pocket, he lit it up, and took a slow drag before turning to you.

“You've been burying yourself in work non-stop for the last few months Mini. Is this why?” He didn’t point out what exactly he was asking about.

But, you know what he is implying. 

Kicking a bit of dirt on the ground and swiping the little gravel away for no reason, you let out a little grunt, acknowledging his question. 

“Stay as long as you want. You have trained your team well, Dr. MacTavish.” He chuckled as you pouted like a child, he knows you don’t like to address you with the title. “I’m sure they can handle the boys without you.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Take a good break, but I don’t know how much rest you are going to have fussing over him.” 

“I’ll try to behave…” You replied sincerely, finally feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders. “Thank you, Captain. It means a lot to me.”

Patting you on the shoulder with a fatherly smile, “Go chase your happiness, Mini. You deserve it.” 

Leaning back against the wall, you close your eyes and listen to the faint sound of music and singing that could be heard from the mess hall from a distance away, as the Task force and Los Vaqueros soldiers celebrate another successful mission under their belt after months of hard work. 

A shadow appears in front of you. Looking up, you saw Rudy standing in front of you, eyebrows raised, silently asking for permission. 

Patting the ground beside you and inviting him to sit down, you share the brief silence. 

This is probably the only time the two of you have spent time alone in the last few months, without anyone else hovering about. 

To Rudy’s dismay, Alejandro forced his second in command to take an extensive break after his return from hospital.

“Rest. You nearly died in my arms, hermano. I am sure your mother will be happy to have you at home for more than one day in a few weeks.” He commented. Alejandro turned towards you and patted you on the shoulder, “I’ll get Dr. MacTavish here to check up on you, so don’t you worry about your injury.” 

Mama Parra was ecstatic to see you return along with her son. You were quite touched by how the whole family welcomed your return. Camila gave you a knowing look after giving you a hug.

“Thank you for saving my brother. And, please, look after him from now on.” 

The tender look he gives you everytime you go over to change his bandages, and the desire he couldn’t keep hidden sipping through when you glide your hands, deliberately across his well defined ab. You linger your hand around his pelvis area, boldly caressing the slight bit of hair showing above his pants. Oh how his eyes darken as you flash him a sly smile, teasing him. 

If only he wasn’t still recovering from his near fatal wound. If only there weren’t people always out and about in the house.

Both of you would have given in to the desire, right there and then. 

But his mother would always poke her head into the room every time, fussing about and pulling you out to feed you with delicious meals, trying to show you the family photos, and with your rudimentary understanding of Spanish language, along with Rudy and Camila’s translation, Mama Parra loved telling you all the family history and childhood stories of Rudy and his siblings, and all the havoc him and Alejandro caused when they were young. 

You often catch Alejandro looking at the two of you, rolling his eyes while shaking his head, exasperated that the two of you are behaving like love sick puppies yet again. 

“Are you two going to make a move on each other or not?” Alejandro asked you once, when you were dropping off the health assessment reports in his office. “You know there is a betting pool happening amongst the team to see when…”

You ran out of the office in a flash, not even waiting for his sentence to finish, utterly mortified. 

Rudy breaks the silence first as he softly calls out your name. Turning slightly to face him.

“Cariño. Mi vida.” The tips of your ears burn as he addresses you in such an intimate manner. How would it feel if he called out like that when he was buried inside you…? “What are you thinking?” He whispered, his beautiful brown orbs filled with sadness. “Are you… are you thinking of leaving again?” Your heart clenched with pain as he looked at you with the same nervousness and distress you saw the night at the hospital.  You realise the two of you haven’t sat down and discussed the future, where to move on from here. No wonder the poor man is feeling so insecure. 

“Oh love.. no.. no don’t think that.” Gently cupping his face, you pull him down towards you to lean against his forehead. “I am not leaving you. Ever again. No matter what happens. I am sorry I haven’t been clearer.” You apologised as you leaned close to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “...well, barring from getting sent out for missions…” You added hastily. 

You feel tension dissipate from him as you give him your words of reassurance. Taking one of his hands, you put it over your heart.

“This will be yours from now on. And this,” You put your hand over his rapid beating heart, “I hope I have the honour for this to be mine.” You drop down to a whisper, suddenly timid. 

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I had already devoted my heart to you. I never expected you to return my feelings. I was happy to watch you from afar, assist you whenever I could; seeing that bright smile appear on your face is all that matters to me. I never expected anything in return.”

You were taken aback by his comment. You knew he had feelings for you quite early on, but from the moment you arrived at Las Almas? You didn’t quite expect that. Silently pining for you, doing what he does the best, assisting you in the background. You realise everytime the medical team has requested something, it would be done right away in the next few days. You got a complaint? Rudy would sort it out straight away. 

“All done, as per your request.” You remember his soft smile and his shyness everytime he reported back to you. 

It was all for you. 

“Rudy… oh, Rudy…” You lamented. The guilt is hitting you again.You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face now. “I am so sorry… so sorry…”

“Cariño, it’s not your fault. You did what you thought was right at the time, and I don’t blame you for that.” He pulls you into his embrace, kissing you lightly on your head. “I admit, I was quite heartbroken, but I do understand. Duty over heart. And the distance would have made it hard.” Closing his eyes, he chuckled slightly. “I buried myself in work, trying to put it all behind me. That accidental phone call? It reignited my hope. Brought back the ache again.” 

Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you enjoy the closeness, his scent, as he lightly rocks you back and forth to the music in the distance, slowly processing his words. 

“I love you, mi vida. I love you so much.” He whispered into your ears. “You are so beautiful. So strong, so fierce, so loyal…” He pulled himself away slightly to face you as he took in a deep breath.

“Would it be too much to ask, for you to be mine?” He pleaded, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes. 

You wrap your arms around his neck with a soft smile, “You already have my heart,” You whispered as you tipped your head up to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “And you have my permission to take my body as yours, too.” 

With that reply, he leaned down towards you for another kiss, pouring all his emotion and heart into it. You can feel both of your bodies heating up as you nudge his lips open with your tongue, teasing him.

Abruptly, he pulls you away, panting, and jerks his head towards the main building. “My room. Not here.” That was all he could get out with his mind semi-frazzled from the kiss. You nodded your head frantically as both of you made your way towards the said destination.

As the two of you passed through the mess hall towards the officer’s quarters, you thought you saw Alejandro’s quick wave and smirk. Must be your imagination?

You couldn’t help but circle your arm around his waist as he shakily tried to open the door to his resting quarters. Hands meander around his body, teasing him a little, feeling his broad muscles, his back, and coming to a stop as you palm his semi hard package underneath his trousers. As soon as the door opens, he turns around and pulls you in, and kicks the door closed. You pull him down by his collar for another kiss, desperate to show him how much you want him, to soothe his worries and doubt. 

You push him to sit down on the bed, both of you still catching your breath from the heated kiss and dash.

“Please, mi amor… please, show me how you like it. Where you want me to touch…” He looks up at you, hands roaming up and down your body, voice dropping into a husky and lustful whisper.

You lower yourself to straddle him, feeling his hardness through the fabric. Rolling your hips slightly, you hear his breath catching slightly, holding back a groan. 

You move one of his hands to grab your ass, and the other to slide under your top, towards your breast. “Anywhere you like, love,” You swallow thickly, body filled with want. You want him. Anywhere. Everywhere. “Just show me what your deft fingers can do.” You purred as you looked at him through half hooded eyes. . 

You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you after seeing him playing the guitar that night. The beautiful nimble fingers gliding up and down the fretboard, plucking away on the strings.

Standing up again to let him have better access to your lower region, he fumbles slightly as he unbuttons your pants and glides in between your pants and underwear. You let out an unrestrained moan as you feel his finger skate over your clit, before it reaches your already soaking opening.

“That’s it, my love..more… I want to feel more of you there…” You gasped and demanded as you rolled your hips with his moment. Another finger followed without hesitation, and another, until you feel stretched full of him pumping slowly in and out of you. 

His thumb languidly circles your clit as you dig your nails into his shoulder, back arched and screaming his name, not caring if the whole barracks hears you enjoying the first orgasm your lover has given you.

You look down at him with your watery orbs, breathing still short and fast as you come down from the blissful high he has just given you. He pulled his fingers out of you and slipped them in his mouth.

“I want to taste more of you.” He hummed as he slowly licked his fingers, cleaning up the cum juice you drenched him with. “My mouth against your beautiful soaking wet cunt, making you happy…”

Oh, you have definitely flipped a switch on. Gone is the shy Rudy, now Rodolfo Parra, the same confidence and passion shining through his eyes that you saw from him that night playing his guitar, is requesting to please you once again. Or, is that a thinly veiled demand?

Either way, you welcome the change.

Leaning down to pull him into an open mouthed kiss, you speak against his lips.

“You will have a lot more chances for that later on, my love.” You smirked as you pushed his shoulder, making him fall back onto the bed. You kneel on the bed, legs on each side of his body. “Now, it’s my turn to give you some pleasure, as you have just given me.” You position yourself comfortably sitting on his thighs, before you start to unbutton his shirt. 

Peppering kisses on his chest, your eyes soften as your hand carrases over the healed scar from months ago. That pain in your heart is still as fresh as the day you barely pulled him back from death’s door step.

“Still hurting?” You murmured as you traced your fingers over the most critical spot. “Occasional phantom pain, but I am alright now. Thanks to you.” He reassures you as he runs his hand up and down your arm.

Continuing down his body, your hands shake with excitement like a child opening a present on Christmas day, eager to see what is hiding underneath. 

Your smile broadens as you pull his pants down, his impressive girth finally appearing. You heard him groaning as you gently grabbed his length, pumping it a few times before taking it with your mouth.

Rudy gasps and moans as you work away, teasing him with your tongue, sucking the tip and kneading his balls lightly. He grasps the bed sheet hard as he blabbers away in Spanish, too fast for you to follow. He took you by surprise as he let out an almost half whimper-half sob before you felt the hot cum coating the inside your mouth. You lapped it all up and swallowed keenly as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.

“I… I am sorry, mi amor. I couldn’t hold it in any longer...” He apologised profusely, clearly embarrassed. You climb back up towards him. “I am glad I have that effect on you, Cariño.” You hushed him as you showered him with kisses on his face and patted his chest. 

His eyes glitter as you use the endearment in his mother tongue. “I should feel honoured that I can make you come so quickly. Now,” You stripped the rest of your clothing off. “Show me what you can do with that impressive thing inside me.”

Rudy claimed shyly he isn’t as experienced as you, but oh boy. His attentiveness, his eagerness, how much he wanted to give you a good time, all made up for it. 

His hands couldn’t stop touching you, caressing you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your aching core, stretching it open, making you quiver and moan out no matter what angle and position he went for. As if the two of you were made for each other, meant to be. Your soulmate. 

The two of you finally drifted to sleep, round after round of pleasure and orgasms, with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest. Afraid to let go, afraid for you to disappear again.  

The whole mess hall erupted into cheers and whistles as both you and Rudy walked in, taking both of you by surprise. 

You hid your face in Rudy’s shoulder, abashed by the sudden attention both of you were getting. 

Rudy, calm as always, ignored all the teases as he gently took your hand, which incited another round of cheers as he led you to the back table where Alejandro and your team was sitting at the moment for breakfast. He sat you down first before murmuring into your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, heading towards the serving area to grab food for both of you.

“I hope you two had a good time last night.” Alejandro smiled as he pushed the jar of sugar towards you. 

“HOW–” You nearly spilled out the coffee that you were pouring into the mug. 

“Why did you think the officer’s quarters were so quiet last night?” Alejandro smirked with a knowing look. 

Blistering hell, he knew. He ordered people to stay away from the sleeping quarters. You wondered why the usually busy hallway was void of people as the two of you dashed towards his bedroom. 

Another soldier sitting across from you laughed. " Ah, don't be so shy. We were all rooting for you and our Sergeant Major. And, you know what they say?? Tell her, mi hermanos, mi hermanas!!"

“Save a horse, ride a Vaquero!” The whole mess hall shouted in unison. 

You just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide.

“...Captain.” You mumbled at Price. “Have you got Nikolai’s contact? Please ask him to take me away from this horrible embarrassment.” You buried your face in your hands. Now how are you going to face all of them?

“Might be a good idea, so we don’t have to hear your screams every night.” Soap mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee. 

OH great, now your brother is talking about your sex life. Something just snapped inside you. Stuff this. If they are so interested in your life, you might as well…. 

Slamming your mug onto the table, you stood up on the bench, whistling to catch everyone’s attention. 

“Since all of you are so interested in our love life, yes, the Sergeant Major and I finally shagged last night.” You heard your brother spitting out his coffee while Ghost thumped his back, Gaz laughing his head off. “And, ladies, his fingers are just as good, if not better than all of you imagined.” Gasps and giggles could be heard amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of your eyes, Rudy froze mid-motion while picking up some toast from the toaster, soldiers around him slapping his back and elbowing him, teasing him. 

“Mini…” You heard Price trying to interject, but you held out your hand towards your captain, stopping him. 

“Last, but not least, I love him, and he is off the market people! Take this as a warning, no one touches MY MAN!” 

Jumping down from your bench, you walk down the aisle between the refectory tables, as if doing a victory walk between the cheering and clapping soldiers, towards Rudy, who’s now blushing from head to toe, hearing your public declaration. 

“There. I think that will stop anyone from gossiping about us.” You stop in front of your lover, as he leans into the crook of your neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

“Ah, querida… What am I going to do with you.” He asked, followed by a sigh.  

“Well, one thing for sure, you aren’t going to get rid of me, because I am going to stick around for quite a long time.” You replied as you wrapped your arm around his torso.

“Good.” He put his plates down to the side and proceeded to lift you up high. “Because you are mine forever, mi hermosa.” 

“... how much did you bet on them?” 

“A hundred pounds, But that’s because I had insider information.” 

“Mierda.” 

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[cathchicken]

Ok so after a bit of me actually taking time to think about the collectors situation this is my sort of realized opinion: (warning: it is very long)

As I saw someone else state, the collector was previously imprisoned for like hundreds of years on the isles. Probably not a nice memory to have. Although, it was pretty much only with you know who, so it’s not like he’s gotten sick of or holds a feeling to flee the entire demon realm itself. But I dont feel bad if he wants some space (haha)

Aside from his siblings, there wasn’t really a specified thing for him to dislike the stars in any way. If anything he felt more comfortable there. he probably misses it a little bit, given the starry aesthetic of the archives and stuff. NOW don’t take this as me saying he is better off there. If anything, I am still a little nervous about the whole situation. The ambiguity of “the stars”, while I like in a petty fashion, doesn’t give much confirmation on what he’s actually dealing with. It is something familiar at least, but we don’t even know if it’s literally space or just another realm (parallel to the demon realm or human realm). If I had to hope of anything though, that if they meet their siblings, he beats them to a pulp. Fuck them. I don’t think he’d get tricked by them again, since he’s clearly figured out their shit even before season 3. Overall, I wish they elaborated on the realm before having him just whizz off there at the end. It could be good or bad, but in the end we do sort of have a reason to feel “wait wtf come back” and “where are you going??” In a way.

NOW the other thing! That people who are angry about this situation are bringing up (and that I mainly agree with). Which is the whole “found family” message of the show, and also the “nobody argued” line. Now, thinking about it from the shoes of Luz/Eda: powerful being who sort of just brainwashed (? Idk what to call the puppet situation. Controlled..? Eh, you know what I mean) a shit ton of people and doesn’t seem to care about their well being. Face-value. BUT!! (Big but) They also see that this being is a child that genuinely does want normal things like love and truth, but doesn’t understand concepts like death and friendship. They see a kid that is really upset, but trying their best to make others perceive themselves as “approachable” and/or worthy of their time (oof). Overall, trying his very best. Luz specifically sees all of this, and even makes an effort to congratulate the Collector when he attempts to take what she said into heart. He IS perfectly capable of expressing himself in a healthy way, he really just needs a proper parental figure to help him out. (Stares aggressively at Camila until she burns up). He’s not “uncontrollable”, he’s just lived the past few years with a crusty old puritan and has essentially learned the exact opposite of what he’s trying to accomplish.

Then, we get to the scene where the “nobody argued” line hits. Oog. I can understand that they think he should take time to himself after all of… that. And they probably respect his choice to mature too. ALTHOUGH. Like, after everything I’ve previously pointed out… wouldn’t any of them be a t i n y bit concerned about him going off all alone again? His whole ordeal these years has him being afraid of being alone!! He is ofc welcomed to the owl house, and can return whenever he likes, but, just like us, we don’t know crap about the star realm. The only things they know is that out there, he has shit siblings that fucked him up. Wouldn’t at least some of them be concerned? I do have a feeling he is going to be fine (we “sort” of see him in the credits so he’s alive which is to be expected). But still, in that moment, it would be weird that “no one argued”. All I would have wanted was someone to say “but will you be ok alone?” And then saying “oh yeah! I like it there, I know how to get around/ I have people there that I am cool with 👍” and then that. Like a little thing… idk. I do like that idea that after a few days he comes back because he realizes “actually I am mentally 9 (and possibly autistic) I don’t know how to figure out social cues on my own.” Like again there could be star people who are cool and will fill that place, but that’s only speculation. This whole time they were building up the idea that he shouldn’t be alone and needs others to figure stuff out! Because he was with Luz, only for a little bit, he absorbed the idea that giving kindness, when it’s deserved, is a better way to make friends than forcing people. And because he was with Luz, he learned (the hard way) how scary and forever death really is. Then in that ending scene with him, he just… figures he will be cool without them for a bit, and they agree too. (?) rehghfjk. This wasn’t a totally terrible decision, but the ambiguity of it just!! Makes it reasonably to feel ok with. How long will he be gone at a time? Are there other people he will be with? We aren’t exactly given an answer. We get allusions, but that’s it.

I am at least glad that King, of all people, would tell them that he wishes the collector would come back soon. (Was that another way of them saying he would come back sooner than later? It’s not confirmed so idk) I like this because, well, King was essentially the person that the Collector was closest to. (Besides Belos but he was the exact opposite on the spectrum of cool people to hang out with) King, as a kid himself, would relate most to him. He says that himself in FTF. He is understandably pissed at the whole puppet thing, but he understands that “I should address this but also acknowledge he doesn’t know better to an extent”. King would want to treat the Collector as he would himself, and how he knows how important having a family, whether it is blood or found, is important to oneself. King wouldn’t be half the character he is nowadays if it wasn’t for Eda and Luz to accompany him. When he told the collector “I hope to see you again” that makes sense; he knows that the collector would benefit from having people like how he did, and it would be beneficial, regardless if the collector does get proper parental figures in the star realm, if he would see them often. And ofc, he would probably genuinely want to hang out with them as well. He was glad to be their friend, to an extent. He was never totally unhappy about his situation in FTF. Also, him giving the Collector Francois at the end was really cute. Just in case he needs a buddy until he gets there. As far as we know, the collector needs Francois more than King does. And I think King knows that.

Ok so I think that’s it for my thoughts. If I suddenly remember something I will add it in. I’m not saying that I’m right or wrong, this is just how I genuinely feel. Feel free to comment your own opinions!! I am open to have my mind changed. In the end, I guess I just want the best for my little blorbo. Can you blame me…??

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[sergeantsporks]

I think your still taking these so, writing request:

Hunter just casually truma dumping, thinking his experience is normal, and the adults are horrified.

CW: Referenced child abuse

“Hey, Hunter!”

Hunter looked up from his checklist at Camila’s call. “Oh. Hi. Enjoying the party?”

Camila chuckled, squeezing between two demons to get to him. “Excuse me—pardon. You look great, I love the eyeball hat.” She stopped next to him. “My first demon realm party! I think they’re finally getting used to having another human around!”

“I made the guest list.”

“Oh.”

“Not that they don’t want you here!” Hunter followed up quickly, “I mean. Helped save the isles and all that. Local hero.”

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” Camila puffed a strand of hair out of her face. “You did a great job planning, sweetheart. Everyone looks like they’re having fun! I’d say this ‘yay we rebuilt Hexside’ opening party is a success.”

Hunter flushed, looking down at his checklist. “Thanks. I did a lot of research, and Darius helped with a few of the details. But I still have to make sure everything runs smoothly. Party’s not over yet, and a lot of things could go wrong!”

“Ah, relax, kid.” Eda came around from behind him and handed Camila a cup of punch. “Enjoy your own party! Take a break, you did the hard part, and now it’s time to kick back! Here.” She held out another cup of punch, and Hunter fumbled with his clipboard, shifting it and his pen to one hand.

“Uh—thaaaaaaanksssssss…” Hunter sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, okay, nice try. You’re not going to get me that easy, Eda.”

“Get you what now?”

Hunter pushed the cup back towards her. “Very funny. Give it up.”

“Give what up?”

“I know it’s poison. Good joke, good try, but I have a party to run, and I’m not going to fall for it.”

“What? I’m not trying to poison you, I’m trying to hydrate you, nerd.”

Hunter chuckled. “Okay, sure. You drink it, then.”

Eda rolled her eyes, downed the punch, then ate the cup. “There. No punch for you.”

“Eda,” Camila scolded.

“What? The owl beast likes eating weird things!”

“Birds can’t eat plastic!”

“Most birds don’t have teeth inside their stomach, either.”

Hunter eyed Eda. “Your commitment is admirable. Please get an antidote soon.”

“For the—okay, maybe I’m tempted now, but why would I want to poison you?!”

“Geeze, you don’t get out much, huh? When was the last time you went to a party?”

“I—” Eda sputtered, “What?!”

Bump glided over. “What’s the problem, here?”

“Eda drank poison and is still denying it,” Hunter told him, “When she collapses, please take her to the healing homeroom.

“WHAT?!”

Hunter tapped his pen against his lips. “Don’t worry, the party will go on as normal, I planned for a poisoning.”

“You did what?!”

Hunter chuckled. “This isn’t my first party. Although I’m usually the one who ends up poisoned somehow. This is a nice change.”

“Hunter?” Camila asked in a strangled whisper, “What do you mean?”

Hunter waved a hand. “Oh, you know the saying! It’s not a party ‘til someone gets poisoned!” He looked up at the adults, who were all just staring at him, facial expressions ranging from pity to downright horror. “What? Lilith used to say it all the time. Usually right after someone, usually me, got poisoned. Sure, it was probably meant for one of the coven heads and not me at the time, but I was probably the only one with any poison resistance training anyway, so that was for the best.” Hunter clicked his pen back and forth a couple of times. “Eda, I don’t know how much poison… resistance… you’ve…”

Click, click, click, click.

“Why are you all staring at me like that?”

Click, click, click, click, clickclickclickclickclick.

“Hunter,” Camila started gently.

Clickclickclickclickclickclick.

“’s not normal, is it.”

“Well, I’ve heard a similar saying!” Bump tried, “Granted, it was about crying, not poisoning, but…”

Hunter tossed the pen against the clipboard. “Of course it’s not normal. Of course not. Why can’t one thing be normal, why can’t I have ever done one normal thing in my life? Why is everything about my life wrong to everyone?!”

“Hey—” Eda held her hands up. “Hunter—”

“I get it, okay? I get that—that Belos—I got it, the hot and cold treatment wasn’t normal, getting told I was special but replaceable wasn’t normal, getting…” Hunter’s breath hitched in his chest, and he clutched at his head. “…getting hurt by him wasn’t normal,” he whispered, “I got all that. But why can’t any one thing I say ever be normal?!”

He looked up at the adults who were all just looking, they were all just staring at him, and it wasn’t just Bump, and Camila, and Eda, it was everyone. They’d all stopped dancing, or talking, or eating just to stare.

Hunter’s heart thudded in his chest, and he walked towards the door as quickly as he could without running, pushing past the people who kept staring at him, their eyes burning into his back.

The instant he made it to the hallway, he ran, bolting through the hallways and away from the gym. He pushed through a set of doors and hopped up onto a stage, stomping over to the wings, behind the curtain, where it was dark and quiet. Hunter slid down the wall, landing with a whump on the ground.

Why can’t something just be normal?

Why can’t you just be normal?

Why do you always make everyone uncomfortable?!

“Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut,” he whispered into the darkness, “Maybe Belos was right about that.”

Footsteps echoed down the hallway—the clicks of Eda’s heels, the tap of Camila’s flats, and a heavier thump.

“This seems… more your kind of situation,” Camila’s voice murmured.

Hunter heard the sound of a clap. “Yeah, stuff from the coven we don’t understand is your wheelhouse.”

The door to the auditorium creaked open—apparently no one had oiled the hinges in all of the repairs—and those heavy thumps came towards the stage.

“Go away!” Hunter called, “Eda said it, the party will be fine, even if I’m not there.”

“Who cares about the party?” Darius snorted, leaning against the wall next to Hunter, “Well. You do. But I’m not here for the party.”

“You should go anyway. Just leave me here, I did all that work for it and then I was the one who nearly ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it. Even if you did, what’s the point of throwing a party if you don’t get to dramatically ruin it?” Darius waved a hand. “I’ve had a couple of parties… but that’s beside the point.”

Hunter curled his knees to his chest. “I didn’t do anything normal. Ever. And it’s not even just like—like I just missed out on experiences, it’s like I did the opposite of things that are normal.”

“Mmm. That’s not true. You had a teenage rebellion. That’s normal.”

“I mean before. Before I went to the human realm, before I met Luz, nothing I did was normal. Nothing at all. Even the parties, parties are normal things, but the ones I went to… what was normal at those gatherings aren’t normal party things.”

Darius let out a long sigh. “Poisonings at those parties wasn’t normal, either.”

“What?”

“They weren’t normal.”

“But Lilith always said—”

“Lilith didn’t say that because it was normal, Lilith said that so she could appear calm and in control. Lilith said that to keep the party from going sour and tarnishing her reputation. Lilith investigated each case thoroughly and obsessively afterwards, and she always found the culprit.”

“But they were normal to me, Darius!” Hunter stood, grabbing Darius’ arms, as if that would make him understand. “They were normal to me, and that’s the problem! It was normal to me to get poisoned on the regular, it was normal to not have any friends, it was normal to get up at five in the morning, it was normal, all of it was normal! It was normal for Belos to lash out, it was normal for Belos to hit me, it was normal!” He let go of Darius’ arms, sinking back down to the floor and hugging himself. “And now it’s not.”

Darius let out a long sigh, then finally dropped down next to Hunter, one knee up, and his arm resting on that knee. “I had a normal childhood.”

“Good for you?”

“Thanks. I had a normal childhood. And then from the moment I met your predecessor, nothing else was normal. It’s not normal for your mentor to disappear mysteriously. It’s not normal to become a coven head at age twenty. It’s not normal to find out that your emperor is planning on exterminating his entire realm, or at least I don’t think it is. It wasn’t normal for some kid to be running around the coven in a high rank position. It isn’t normal for me to ignore that. It’s not normal for a god-child to burst out of nowhere and turn the isles into his playplace. None of my adulthood has been normal.” Darius waved a hand at the air in front of him. “Camila’s child disappeared to another dimension, and then she traveled to another realm herself to fight a dictator and a god child! That’s not normal! And Eda—actually, I don’t think Eda’s had a single normal day in her entire life.”

Darius settled back again. “My point is, the isles haven’t exactly been ‘normal.’ Not for a while. No one’s had a perfectly normal life. Not you. Not me. Not anyone.”

“Then why does everyone act like it’s the worst thing to happen?!”

Darius drew a hand over his face with a long sigh. “It’s not because it’s not normal, Hunter, it’s… it’s because you got hurt, and you don’t seem to think that you did. And they—we—get worried that you’ll be hurt again, and that you won’t realize it, because you think it’s just normal. And that’s why they look at you like that. We want to make sure you know it wasn’t normal, because we don’t want it to happen to you again. Does that make sense?”

Hunter sighed. “I guess.”

“We’re not leaving this auditorium until you’re sure.”

“It’s because they care,” Hunter grumbled, “I know. I know it’s because they care.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it. If they make you uncomfortable when they do that, you just have to tell them. They’ll understand, they won’t be angry.”

“Mhm.”

Darius got up, dusting his cape off. “I see that I have my exhausted my ‘get in touch with your feelings’ limit for the day, and you’re just agreeing so that you can leave this conversation, so I suppose that means said conversation is over.”

“It’s not you, it’s…”

“You know it in your head, but you don’t really feel it, of course, of course.” Darius snapped his fingers, and Hunter’s clipboard appeared in a bubble of abomination. “I will take over making sure the party runs smoothly. You go enjoy it. Titan knows you should get some fun out of it after all that planning and stressing. Really. I swear you are like one of those human sharks, if you stop moving you die.”

Hunter scrambled to his feet. “Are you sure?”

Darius waved a hand. “Yes, yes, yes. I just walk around and check things off this list? Excellent. Now go. Oh, and Hunter?”

“Yes?”

“No one will get poisoned on my watch.”

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[readingwiththereids]

yanda! speaks: hello my pretties! as promised, here is chapter 2! again, minimal carm so i’m sorry but we do get to see camila interact with the rest of the gang <3 hope you like it, don’t forget to like and reblog! lots of love and light 🤎

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night rain ; chapter 2

2022

Emilia was hyper and extremely difficult to tire out. Even after a two-hour trip to the park filled with nonstop monkey bars and swings, the young girl still always had another activity in mind for her and her mother to do. And that was why Camila was currently trying to stop Emilia from jumping from couch to chair and cracking her head open as they played “pirates”.

“Emmy, I swear to God if you jump, I won’t make you pudding for a week.” Camila yelled as she eyed her daughter sternly.

As the toddler huffed and sat down on the arm of the couch, a muffled ringtone sounded from under the pile of toys on the living room floor prompting Cam to rush to answer. It was Tina.

“Mami? ¿Qué pasó?” [What happened?]

“Why would you assume something happened, Camila? What if I just wanted to hear your voice?”

“Because when I tried to call you during the day last week you told me to, and I quote, ‘hop off your dick’.”

“Okay but that was different, I actually want something from you now.”

“So you do need something.” Camila chuckled into the speaker.

“Yes. Yes, whatever, God you’re just as bad as the new girl.”

“Who?” 

“No one. Could you please be my darling daughter and bring me one of my extra clean aprons? Your boyfriend won’t stop yelling at me about it.”

Ignoring the way her mother referred to Carmy, Camila replied watching Emilia start to yawn on the couch, “Are you aware that your darling daughter is also the mother to a two-year-old?” 

“Isn’t it nap time? Just bring her with, she can sleep in the car.”

A pause.

“Will you take care of her on Friday during the gala?” 

^^^^^^^^^

“I’ll be right back.” Camila whispered as she exited and locked her child in the car.

5 minutes. Just 5.

The woman thought as she hesitantly walked through the door of The Beef before being met with almost half a dozen bodies hovering around what seemed to be sandwiches.

“Cam?” 

Marcus spotted her first, immediately walking around the group to engulf her in a huge bear hug. Suddenly everyone was surrounding her. She couldn’t even count how many hugs, kisses on the cheek and pats on the back she received from her chosen family. The commotion obviously summoned the king of noise and ruckus himself, Richie and an unknown girl with multi-coloured braids trailing behind him. 

“As I live and breathe!” Richie’s voice boomed through the front of house.

“Hey, Cousin.” Camila laughed as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Mini.”

“Likewise,” she said before turning to the girl she had yet to be introduced to. “Camila, nice to meet you.” she smiled.

“Hi! My name’s Sydney, I’m staging today.”

“Awesome, I hope everyone’s made you feel welcome.” 

Angel stepped in, clearing up the confusion on Sydney’s side. “Cam is Tina’s daughter.” 

“And Carmen’s ex-girlfriend.” Ebra loudly whispered.

“Ebraheim, you know you can’t whisper.” Tina rolled her eyes, slapping his arm.

Breaking the awkwardness, Sweeps walked up to Camila with a sandwich in his hand. “Yo, you gotta try this.”

“Holy shit, this is fu-”

“Fucking fire, we know!” Richie groaned. “I don’t know why you all act like Cousin shits out a golden egg every time he makes something, nothing is that good!”

“Well, have you tried it, Richard?” Camila asked.

The scruffy man paused before shaking his head as if that was one of the most absurd questions anyone had ever dared to utter in his presence.

“Exactly,” Cam continued. “Also, I’ve seen you eat a slice of pizza off the floor in the middle of Millennium Park, so I’m not entirely sure if your standards are up to code, Rich.”

That statement resulted in many exclaims and expressions of disgust, amusement and pure shock which were all interrupted when the kitchen door slammed open.

“Alright! Everyone stop standing around, we only have an hour left till-”

When Camen looked up from his phone and saw the very reason his employees refused to get back to work, he froze. Believe it or not, this was the first time in three years that he had seen Camila’s face. After she left, she never told him where she went, removed him from all her social media, left some money for him to pay off their apartment and basically disappeared off of the face of the earth. It hit him hard at first but he soon realised that he had to just keep going, keep himself busy, which his career did a fine job at. 

However, it still felt weird seeing her again. Not exactly like reopening an old wound but rather reminding him of one that never really healed, that he’d just forgotten was still hurting.

Due to his train of thought, Carmy failed to notice that the room had almost entirely cleared out, leaving just him and the woman he’d been in love with once (and honestly was still in love with).

“Hi.” he eventually croaked out.

“Hi.” she smiled sadly.

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Easy – Camila Cabello

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Always thought I was hard to love 'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy

Hyde Park at this time of the year was beautiful. It was not summer anymore but fall was not there yet. It was a perfect in between. Strolling along the path, Charles and Lyanna were peacefully enjoying the end of the afternoon, hand in hand. The park wasn't too crowded, the usual tourists having deserted London a few weeks ago. Lyanna had spent the afternoon taking Charles to her favourite places in the English capital. A far cry from the tourist spots, for which Charles was grateful. He wanted to discover Lyanna's London, not the postcard version. He already knew that side of the city. And that had made the young woman happy. He had listened for hours to her tell him story after story. He couldn't help wondering if he too was like that when he talked about Monaco. Seeing her so passionate left a bitter taste in his mouth, a feeling of guilt he couldn't ignore. He couldn't see himself asking her to leave this city that had made her so happy for him. He knew it was something they would have to discuss sooner or later. How to deal with the distance. What to do about it. He knew that one of them would have to make a compromise if they wanted their relationship to last.

They ended up stopping in front of an ice cream shop. Lyanna turned to Charles with a big smile on her face. He found her adorable. She looked like a child on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus. It was rare to see her like that, so carefree. They both ended up ordering two vanilla ice creams. If some people found that boring, they were far from it. As Lyanna had explained to Charles, the simplest things were always the best. And Charles could not disagree with her.

“Oh my god, Lyanna Michel?”

The actress turned around and came face to face with two teenage girls who couldn't have been more than fifteen years old. One of them took out her phone while her friend walked towards Lyanna, looking shy.

“Hello girls.” She greeted them.

“Oh my god, it’s really you!” exclaimed one of them.

“We’re huge fans of yours! Would it be possible to have a picture? It would mean a lot.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. What are your names girls?”

“I’m Lucy and this is Jasmine.”

One of them turned to Charles to ask if he could take the photo, which Charles gladly accepted. It wasn't every day that he was asked to stand behind the lens and not in front of it. Lyanna took the two girls by the shoulders and smiled broadly. They took a few shots before taking their phones back.

“Thank you so much! You’re like… my idol, I love you so much. It’s because of you that I want to be an actress. I aspire to be like you one day.” Confessed Lucy.

“Well Lucy, do you want some advice?” asked Lyanna.

Lucy nodded, eager to hear what Lyanna was about to say.

“Don’t try to be someone else. Be you. Always. If you want to follow this career path, that’s what you have to remember. Always be natural, it’s a field where everyone want to be someone else, what will make the difference is your authenticity. That and working hard.”

“Thank you for you time and I promise that I will remember that. Have a nice day!”

“You too girls.”

When they had gone their separate ways, Charles returned to Lyanna, handing her the ice cream she had set aside.

“You were great with them.” He said to her.

“Well, I try to. It does not happen often though, don’t worry.”

“My girlfriend is famous, that is something that I will have to remember.”

“Girlfriend, hum? I thought we agreed to not put any labels on ou relationship, yet.”

“Sorry, slip of the tongue.”

“I’m joking, Charles. I like it.” She confessed while slipping her arm beneath Charles’s.

“Thank God because I wasn’t really sorry and it was not really a slip of the tongue. I’m serious about us Lyanna. I don’t see myself with someone other than you. I don’t want to scare you away but…”

“You don’t. I’m not scared, strangely. I thought I would be but I feel fine about it. About us.”

“I’m glad. So does it mean that you will let me take you out on a proper date tonight? I was thinking about Italian food?”

“I would really like that to be honest and it’s perfect because my favorite Italian restaurant is not far away from the apartment.”

Once inside, Charles felt panic sweep over him. This wasn't the first time he and Lyanna had been alone together, but this time it was as a couple and not as friends. He was putting pressure on himself that he knew was unnecessary. As for Lyanna, she had locked herself in the guest room to get ready, leaving her room to Charles. If Charles was stressed, she was not; she felt serene. Charles already knew a lot about her and her past and he was still there, he hadn't run away. Her greatest fear had not been confirmed. She put on a bright red midi dress with puffed sleeves and applied the same colour to her lips before knocking on her bedroom door to see if Charles was all right.

When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew Lyanna was beautiful, he wasn't blind, but seeing her in red disturbed him more than he cared to admit. His gaze riveted on her lips. Everything about her appearance invited him to give in to her. He cleared his throat to try to compose himself.

“Charles, are you okay?”

“Perfect. You sure you want to go out?”

“Did you change your mind?” she was suddenly worried he didn’t want to be seen with her.

“No. No absolutely not. It’s just… Fuck you’re gorgeous, Lya. I would rather have you all to myself right now than being out in public and not being able to touch you as I would love to right now.”

The young woman became as red as her dress as she slowly began to register what Charles implied. To avoid further embarrassment, she turned away from him to pick up her handbag. A small smile of pride stretched across the pilot's face as he discovered how much he enjoyed making her feel uneasy. Seeing her blush because of him gave him sensations he didn't find unpleasant.

The restaurant had a plant-based decor. Ivy surrounded the pillars supporting the ceiling and the place had a subdued, intimate atmosphere that the couple loved. The waiter took them to the back of the restaurant, to a table isolated from the rest of the room where they could be really at ease. As they sat quietly at their table, the waiter came back to them and, holding out the menu with a trembling hand, confessed to Charles that he was a fervent Ferrari fan and if the driver didn't mind taking a photo, he'd be happy to do so. With a broad smile Charles thanked him for his support and let him get his phone out to take a selfie. Wishing him a good end to the season, he went back to work, leaving them alone at last.

“Sorry about that.” He excused himself.

“I say it’s a tie, ball back into play. To use a sporting metaphor. And since you’re so good with balls…” she teased him referencing to his football skills.

“Are you mocking me, miss Michel?”

“Me? Mocking you? Never, I wouldn’t dare.” She looked at him with a malicious gleam in her eyes.

“You will laugh less when I’ll punish you.”

“And what are you going to do to me, hum?”

“Keep going and you’ll discover it soon enough, love.”

They kept teasing each other and laughing together for a while before moving to more serious topics and conversations.

“How do you feel about meeting my family, officially?” asked Charles

In a few days' time he and Lyanna would be flying back to Monaco to celebrate Charles' 26th birthday with his close family and friends. A big party was organised. A room in a luxury hotel in Monte Carlo had been rented and made private so that they could all get together. Pierre was invited too, and it wasn't stupid to think that Kika would be joining him. Lyanna was delighted at the prospect, looking forward to meeting up with the young Portuguese girl whom she considered to be the little sister she had never had.

“A bit stressed, I admit. I’ve never really met in laws before so it’s all pretty new to me.”

“Don’t worry, my mom is looking forward to meeting you. And you already know my brothers and some of my closest friends. You’ll be fine.”

“What if your mom doesn’t like me?”

“She will love you Lya. I don’t see why she would not. I’m happy with you and it’s all that matters to her.”

“Should I bring her a gift or something?”

“Hey, it’s my birthday. Not hers. Speaking of, can I have a hint on what you are going to give me?”

“Not even in your dreams, Leclerc. You will have to wait.”

“Bummer.”

The evening passed so quickly that soon it was just the two of them in the restaurant. It was as if they were in their own bubble, far away from everything and everyone, from problems and tensions. So much so that neither of them saw the paparazzi taking shot after shot from outside.

“I had an incredible time tonight Charles” admitted Lyanna as she walked through the door of her flat.

“Me too, but I'm glad to finally be alone with you.”

The young man approached the actress, grabbed her by the waist and gave her a slow kiss. Lyanna's arms naturally went first around the pilot's broad shoulders before settling in around his neck and playing with the hair at the base of his neck. She pressed herself against him a little harder, eliciting a groan from Charles.

“What are you doing to me, Lya?” the pilot muttered hoarsely.

“I could ask you the same question.”

The young woman's lips returned to Charles'. With a clumsy gesture he got rid of his jacket before doing the same with Lyanna's, which he threw into the corner of the room. With a clumsy hand, trying as best she could to stay in the warmth of the Monegasque's body, she got rid of her heels, which were hurting her feet. Losing her balance, she was barely caught by the pilot's firm hand. 

“So eager. Be careful, Lya.”

Charles pulled her back against him before cupping his hands under Lyanna's thighs and lifting her onto the kitchen counter. The kisses and caresses became more urgent, clumsier. They became a combination of gasps, whimpers, and ruffled fabrics. 

“Lyanna, babe. If we keep going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.” Warned her Charles between two kisses.

Her eyes clouded with desire and her breath coming in short gasps, Lyanna gently moved away from him, letting her head rest against his chest.

“You’re right. We should stop.”

“Yeah, we should.”

“But I don’t want to Charles.” She said looking at him determinedly in the eyes.

That’s all Charles needed to hear before pouncing on her. Between two tender touches, Charles carried Lyanna to the bedroom where he laid her more or less gently on the bed before joining her there. It soon became impossible to determine where one body began and the other ended. Under the light of the full moon, they became one.

Sore but satisfied, Lyanna woke up the next morning to Charles spooning her. She could feel the Monegasque's deep breathing against her neck and the warmth of his hands on her bare stomach. Trying as best she could to free herself and reach for her phone to check the time, she was surprised by the number of notifications waiting for her. After many contortions, she managed to free herself from her boyfriend's embrace. Without a sound she put on one of Charles's T-shirts and slipped out of the room to let him sleep.

It was the message from her best friend that caught her attention. A few words were written but just enough so Lyanna could get a hold of the situation.

Daily Mail. Paparazzi. You and Charles. (by the way you guys look so cute I want to throw up)

Her agent's message was much the same. Except that she asked him what Lyanna wanted to do. First of all, Lyanna decided to look at the photos to see for herself the extent of the damage. She had no trouble finding the article as it was trending on the internet.

She moves on as fast as a Ferrari

After denying rumours a few months ago that she was in a relationship with Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc and casting doubt on a potential romance between herself and her playing partner David Halloway, Lyanna Michel was spotted yesterday getting cozy with the Italian team's number 1 driver.

Lyanna read the article no further. There was no point, nothing good would come of it anyway. She didn't want to ruin her day with it. She wrote a quick reply to her manager asking her to let it go and prepared breakfast. The day was full enough for her as in the evening she was invited to an event with UNICEF, with whom she had recently become involved, to discuss the association's missions and set up new projects.

Charles woke up alone in bed, but with Lyanna's scent on him. Clumsily, while still asleep, he reached for his phone to check the time and, like Lyanna, found himself swamped by messages. When he realized what was happening, his first thought was for Lyanna. The last time the press had interfered in their relationship, they had been just friends, and that had already ended in tears and screams. He had no desire to see it happen again. Wide awake this time, he rushed out of the bedroom, dressed only in his boxer shorts, and found the young woman, smiling, making coffee and cutting fruit. The radio was playing softly in the background. He stopped dead in his tracks; of all the scenarios he'd imagined, the one before him wasn't one of them.

Swaying her hips to the music, she was completely in his world. The shirt rising dangerously high up her thighs made Charles swallow, images of last night flooding back into his mind. When she finally noticed him, she gave him a gentle smile before approaching him with a steaming mug in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. She placed a light kiss on Charles's cheek, standing on tiptoe as she passed, and set up the table.

“You okay, Charles?”

“Yeah. It’s just. I was not expecting to see you like that, that’s all.”

“Why?” She asked laughing slightly.

“Have you seen the news?” he asked with caution.

“You mean the Daily Mail and the pictures? Yep I did.”

“And you are okay with it?”

“Does it make me happy that the paps caught us? Obviously not. But it was a risk and I know that being with you will bring attention, that’s something I came to term with. I made peace with the fact that no matter what we’ll do, people will talk and judge. It’s still not a nice feeling, but what can we do about it?”

“I… I definitely was not expecting to see you like that to be honest.” Admitted Charles.

“Oh, sorry. Do you want me to cry and push you away?”

“No absolutely not!”

“Thought so. And to be honest, after last night I feel so great that I don’t think anything or anyone can bring me down.”

“Glad to know that I made you feel like that. It’s flattering.”

She smacked him on the back of the head. They spent the morning and the day doing nothing but playing together, chatting and staying in bed. Then came the time for them to leave for the event. Dressed in a black jumpsuit for Lyanna, Charles having decided to wear an outfit of the same color, they set off.

It was an intimate event, with a few influential personalities, nonetheless. Lyanna met and chatted with some of the association's leaders, while Charles preferred to stay in the background and leave the young woman to her business. He found her attractive in the way she asked questions and mingled with people. He whispered a few words in her ear before heading for the buffet, where he had an unobstructed view of the room. His gaze never left Lyanna for a moment. He still found it hard to believe she was his. The more time passed, the less he felt like letting her go. He knew she'd come with him to Monaco the very next day to be there for his birthday, and then she'd come with him to Las Vegas too. But then he'd have to say goodbye, and that was a moment he dreaded.

A few minutes later, the young woman joined him, and he took the opportunity to hand her a glass of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres he'd set aside for her.

“Did I tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman in the room?” he asked her leaning towards her to brush his lips against hers.

“Charles stop, we’re in public.” She scolded him, laughing.

“Let me be a proud boyfriend, okay?”

They were so much in their own world that Lyanna didn't hear someone approach her and greet her.

“Lyanna?”

At these words, she froze, her face suddenly pale. Slowly she turned around. In front of her, a young blond man with ice-blue eyes was staring at her, sincerely surprised to find her there.

“James?”

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author's note: Happy quali day!! Hoping for a nice quali session for Charles and a good sunday. The Ferraris seem good even though we all know that we don't have the right to be happy when we support FerrarI, so let's not get our hopes up. I really loved writing this chapter and hope you like it as well! Let me know what your thoughts are, as usual I love interacting with you and reading your reactions. It always makes me happy.

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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

five. songbird

content (for this chapter): family feels (a lot), implication of cheating (in previous relationship), references to a past bad relationships, parenting, benny is their honorary child actually, talks of pregnancy and fertiliy, self-doubt, some suggestive language

word count: 5.2k

a/n: this chapter is a little shorter than the previous ones, with more, kind of quicker scenes, but i really wanted it to be out there before i start exams because i don’t know how soon i’ll manage to write the next one. i love my silly little family

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“Well, Camila’s crying so I’ll have to keep it brief or I might start doing the same. My brother and Pope said a lot about you, but they forgot the most important part: your heart. Your big, wonderful heart that had space for all of us, for Alba, for all our shitty baggage. Sorry, I know, I’m sorry, I just–I think we take it for granted sometimes, how much you’ve done for us, too. Not just by loving Frankie the way you do, but by being there for us–for me. You took care of my bruises when we’d only just met, you spent nights awake on your couch just listening to my complaints even though you had work in the morning, you overfed me on multiple occasions, and–I warned you I was going to cry. Alright, Cami, you–I love you, thank you for everything, but mainly for being you and taking care of us when you really, really didn’t have to. And Fish–Frankie, thank you, too. Yes, because you brought Camila into our lives, but also for you. You were the first of us to make it out, to get your shit together–sorry, again, I’m sorry–what I’m trying to say is you made me realize love was still a possibility for people like us, that we could have a new life, if we put in the work. I’m grateful for that, and I’m grateful for you–both of you. Now, maybe we should go back to some of those stories Pope was mentioning–”

The Sunday morning crowd made the café feel smaller, a little more chaotic than they were used to, and Frankie did not lose sight of Camila as she gathered their orders while he sat at the small table with Alba–the same table they always sat at, from that first morning still hungover. The people there had started to recognise them, smile at them, linger in small-talk, so it wasn’t all that odd one or the other would be held back for a few moments.

But Frankie noticed the tight line of Camila’s shoulders, the guy in front of her wrapping his arms in a quick hug–she seemed to try to reciprocate, but her arms were stiff at her sides, back pinched together. He frowned, while Camila nodded and responded to whatever it was the other guy had told her, and her gaze flickered towards him and Alba, a tight-lipped smile in their directions even with her eyes a little wider–it took him everything in him to not get up and reach for them both, especially when the guy’s eyes moved from him to the child and back, eyebrows slightly arched, and back further to Camila.

The talk was cut short by a blonde woman pushing a stroller and simultaneously holding a second child on her hip. Camila’s posture went even more rigid, though her gaze softened at the two kids, and with a quick movement of her head she gathered the small tray and walked away, a goodbye thrown over her shoulder as she made a beeline towards the table.

When she returned to the table, sitting between Frankie and Alba, she exhaled heavily and reached for one of the fuming cups of coffee–he bumped his knee with hers, making her glance up with a worried gaze. He frowned again.

“You okay?” he asked, soft enough that some tension left her but not so much so she couldn’t hear him from above the noise.

“Yeah–yes, of course,” she tried and failed to plaster on a smile, another sigh escaping her afterwards as she sagged in her seat. Frankie placed his hand on the table, palm up, and she immediately let her own fall into his, picking it up to bring it up to her face. She brushed her lips to his knuckles in a quick kiss, and he leaned in closer.

“You can talk to me, baby. What is it?” he reassured softly, and this time her smile was true though softer, pushing her cheek against the back of his hand and looking up at him. She cleared her throat then, taking a slow breath in.

“That was Jason,” Frankie looked back towards the man, then at Camila again. “Yes, that Jason,” she added before he could ask. “The very same.”

The same guy who’d broken up with her after a decade because he was bored; the same guy that didn’t like when he could hear her–in their everyday life, or in the bedroom, the reason why she had started singing a little louder, had stopped holding back; the same guy that, despite the years, had still an influence on her sorrys and her fears, although less so now. The same guy who had told her he didn’t want a family, but now pushed a stroller out of the café.

“With a kid?” was the first thing he could ask, baffled.

“With two kids,” she replied, bringing the cup up to her face. “And a wife. Of almost three years, give or take,” she added before taking a sip, flinching at the warmth of the drink.

“Of–wait, what?” he frowned again, glancing over his shoulder as if he could still see them.

“The first kid, too–he’s around Alba’s age, little older maybe,” she smiled at the kid that waved her hands at the mention of her name, placing down the cup to give her the other hand.

“Mila,” he called gently, bringing his chair closer.

“I’m fine, honey, I swear, just a little–” she trailed off, then scoffed with a grimace. “It’s not even confused–it’s not like I didn’t know,” she shrugged, turning to look at him with a softer smile, almost to reassure him. “I did not lose anything after he left, only gained. The loss was all before.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said gently, leaning in to rest his chin over her shoulder, their joined hands falling onto her lap. “You can be disappointed–God knows I wouldn’t be if I found out Sophie has a family now.”

“I don’t think I am, though,” she admitted, tilting her head to look down at him still resting against her. “It feels odd, sure, but I don’t think I care,” she brushed her lips to his forehead quickly, then turned to kiss Alba’s hand, pulling a giggle out of her just as she tilted her head against Frankie’s. “I have all I need, Frankie.”

That same night, when Alba was fast asleep and the house was quiet, Frankie reached towards the other side of the bed and found it empty. Still half asleep, he pulled his head up from the pillow and turned to look at the vacant spot, patting it lightly as if to make sure before sitting up.

“Mila?” he called, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He waited for a response a few moments longer before getting up, padding quietly outside the room.

The door to the bathroom was open, lights turned off, and when he looked to the other side he saw Camila sitting on the floor by Alba’s ajar door, her eyes wide as she nibbled her bottom lip, crossed legs bouncing ever so slightly in agitation. Frankie walked up to her quietly, and when she didn’t look up towards him–when she kept staring at the door instead–he kneeled by her side, ignoring his legs protesting at the movement and position.

“Camila, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, reaching to take one of her hands she fidgeted over her lap, picking at her nails. She blinked rapidly at his touch, gaze flickering unfocused for a moment from the door to him before lingering on the tilt of his head.

“Sorry,” she murmured, giving a quick squeeze to his hand. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I was just wondering where you were,” he shifted back slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure to his knees. “Did something happen with Alba?” he asked then, and Camila shook her head quickly, offering him a tight smile.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep,” she reassured. Frankie didn’t budge, arching his eyebrows slowly, and she sighed, looking down. “You’re awfully stubborn, Francisco.”

“And you’re sitting in front of our daughter’s bedroom and staring at it as if it’s about to catch on fire,” he retorted, returning her smile a little wider–there was a flicker in her expression he almost missed, a light quiver of her bottom lip and her gaze shifting back towards the room. “Come on, let’s get up.”

She hesitated just a moment longer as Frankie stood up, offering her both his hands, and then let him hoist her up and wrap his arms around her, pulling her up–enough so that when he walked forward and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs dangled just above the ground. She chuckled softly, letting her forehead fall to the curve of his neck.

“You’re gonna strain your back, Frankie,” she murmured, and he scoffed lightly.

“Are you calling me old?” he put her back down at the top of the stairs, hands sliding down her sides and back into her hands as she chuckled again, eyes fluttering open.

“I would never,” she said in mock offense, tipping her chin up. He caught her pouting lips in a quick kiss before leading her down the stairs, their hands joined behind his back.

He could feel her hesitate every now and then, lingering a step behind and turning her head before he squeezed her hands, encouraging her forward without turning to look at her. She’d done the same for him the times he’d woken up from a nightmare, clinging to her breathlessly until she woke with a startle, shushing him gently and coaxing him up and out of the bedroom, the kettle already on the stove before he fully came to it sitting at the kitchen counter–he did the same now, her eyes following him around as she sat on the counter itself.

The silence that accompanied his presence seemed to be doing part of the work already, her posture relaxing as her legs dangled and rocked slowly–he slotted himself between her knees before placing the fuming cups at her side, the tags of the tea bags wrapped around the handle. When he looked up at her, her eyes had softened, hands searching for him again now that he was within reach.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he hummed the same question she asked him those nights, his hands running up and down her thighs slowly, a soothing motion that had her leaning forward. Frankie kissed her cheek, chaste and delicate, coaxing a quick smile out of her.

She basked in the feeling a moment longer, eyelids shut as she rested her hands over his, palm to knuckles–he hooked his thumbs between her thumb and forefinger, stopping rubbing her legs when she tapped against the back of his hands, exhaling slowly.

“He changed his mind,” she murmured, looking back up at him. Frankie frowned lightly.

“Who?” Camila sighed again, tilting her head back.

“Jason,” his name sounded almost like a groan, and Frankie kept his frown up a moment longer. “Or maybe he didn’t and he just happened to knock her up, the poor girl,” she scoffed, shaking her head lightly. “Or it was just me he didn’t want a family with, which–fine by me, that’s not what bothers me.”

“What is it, then?” drawing small circles over the back of her hand with his thumbs, Frankie brought her gaze back to him, his head slightly tilted, his eyes soft.

“He changed his mind,” she repeated, a worried edge in her voice. “So what if–if Sophie does, too? What if one day she just changes her mind and wants Alba back, and–she’s still her mother, Frankie,” the last sentence was whispered, eyes wide and glossed over. He sighed softly, letting go of her hands with one last squeeze to bring his own at the sides of her face, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead.

“She surrendered parental rights, you know that,” he started, voice gentle–still, Camila scoffed softly, looking down at her hands as she began picking at her nails again. It used to be a sore subject for Frankie, the way Sophie had cut ties so drastically, the I don’t want to have anything to do with either of you–not even for his sake, but for Alba’s, the possibility she might search for her mother one day and have to face the reality of the situation, maybe blame it on him. But not ever since Camila had entered their lives.

“She carried her, still, she–” a shuddering breath caught in her throat and she shook her head again. “Where would that leave me, then?” her voice cracked, cheeks flushed. Frankie picked up one of her hands again, stopping her picking, and bringing it up to his mouth, a delicate kiss to her knuckles.

“You’re her mom, Mila, in all the ways that matter,” with their joined hands, he brushed across her cheek, stopping the few tears that had escaped her. “How about this,” he said then, pushing gently underneath her chin to make her lift her gaze, “we’re going to take the day off work tomorrow, keep Alba home, and go sign some papers. I think it’s about time.”

“What?” it was her time to frown, sniffling slightly as he locked their hands together, fingers intertwined still under her chin.

“We’ve lived together for over a year now, no? That’s enough time,” he said, shrugging a little. He tilted his head when she did, too, as if perplexed, and smiled softly. “You are her mother, Camila. Just because you didn’t carry her doesn’t mean you’re not,” he added, careful to hold her gaze.

“I know,” she sighed, then shook her head again with a soft groan. “God, I know, I know–I just can’t help but think she’s not mine, and that terrifies me.”

“She’s yours just as much as she’s mine,” he let his free hand brush across her cheek and through her hair, pushing the dark locks away from her face and, in doing so, keeping her head upright. “And I meant what I said–we can go tomorrow morning, and it’ll be down on paper, too.”

“What about Alba? If she doesn’t–” Camila sounded a little breathless still.

“Mamá?” Alba sounded just like Frankie when she called her that–the same tilt of the voice, the same accent, too. She stood at the entrance of the kitchen and rubbed her eyes, hair standing on edge from where she’d rested on the pillow while she slept.

“Hi, sweetling,” she wiped her cheeks and eyes quickly, and Frankie helped her off the counter so she could walk up to the child. “What is it? You alright?”

“You weren’t up,” Alba pouted, arms extended towards her as soon as she was within reach. Camila picked her up right away, holding her on her hip–the kid let her head fall on her shoulder, buttheading her chin gently as she settled into the curve of her neck.

“I’m sorry, baby–dad and I were craving something warm,” she said just as softly, gaze flickering towards Frankie–he was holding both their mugs now, his eyebrows arched and that same smile softened furthermore, looking at them with a shimmer in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“Sueño,” she mumbled, one of her hands wrapped around the collar of Camila’s pajama shirt.

“Buen sueño o mal sueño?” she asked, slowly rubbing her back as she began rocking side by side. Frankie got closer, her gaze lifting up to him, as he focused a moment longer on Alba.

“Bad,” the child said, a clear pout in her voice. Camila brushed her lips to the top of her head, sighing softly.

“How about,” she said, hoisting her up a little over her hip so that the child would look at her, “tonight we protect you in the big bed?” Alba was already nodding, tugging the collar of her shirt as Camila smiled. “Is that what you wanted? To stay with us?”

“Yes,” she nodded again, and Frankie chuckled softly, leaning in to leave a kiss to Alba’s head first, then Camila’s.

“Come on then,” he said, his voice softer than before. “Mama and I can have our drinks upstairs. Do you want anything else?” Alba shook her head, arms winding around Camila’s neck as she cuddled against her once more–Frankie looked at the woman then, still smiling, and gently bumped their hips together. “I think that answers your question,” he added in a whisper, to which Camila sighed.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and Frankie leaned in again to press a gentle kiss against her lips, brief and tender.

“Song,” Alba demanded, tugging Camila’s shirt twice with a tight fist.

“Song?” she asked in return, one last look towards Frankie before she turned for the stairs. The child nodded firmly, making her chuckle. “Of course, baby.”

Frankie lingered a few steps back, watching their heads bent together, dark hair of one and the other blending together as Camila began humming a song soft-voiced–she’d first sang Songbird for Alba to calm her down during a thunderstorm, both of them curled up on the child’s small bed (Camila had then complained about a backache). He’d watched the tears dry up on Alba’s face as the song went on and then started again, Camila’s gentle caresses across her face and head to soothe her furthermore, until she’d fallen asleep in spite of the storm raging on. When she could not sleep, Alba would ask for the song again–Frankie had tried, too, but she’d just started giggling, claiming it was not like mama’s. He couldn’t argue with her.

That night, he stayed awake a while longer, watching them sleep–Alba was curled into Camila’s chest, head notched underneath her chin, still clinging to her shirt. Camila had one arm wrapped around her, keeping her close, and the other extended towards Frankie, fingers hooked into the sleeve of his shirt as if in the process to bring him closer yet.

When sleep crept up to him, he turned to his side, sandwiching the little girl in the middle of them, and wrapped his arm around them both, leaving one last kiss to each of his girls’ heads.

Frankie believed he was seeing double. Maybe triple. 

Camila held Alba’s hand tightly in the middle of the airport, while her other arm was wrapped around a woman’s shoulders with such strength he could see the strain in her muscles, head bent towards hers and a light shake in her shoulder, as if she was about to cry.

“Ya, ahora, ¿dónde está mi nieta?” the woman said, a gentle pat to Camila’s back as she pulled away. It was uncanny, really, the way the two looked alike–Camila’s mother hair had more gray, tied in a knot at the nape of her neck, and lines crossed her face, but other than that it seemed like a mirror. And Alba, with her dark curls and big brown eyes, a continuation of the picture. “Hola, muñeca,” Emilia said softly, the words almost lost in the chaos of the place.

Alba clung to Camila’s arm, shuffling to hide behind her leg when the woman bowed to her height, pressing her cheek into the fold of Camila’s skirt. The women chuckled softly, and Camila crouched down next to the child, one arm wrapped around her to keep her close while the other rubbed gently at her chest.

“Don’t you recognise her, nena?” she asked gently, a smile on her reddened face. 

“’puter,” Alba said, wide-eyed, shying towards her mother’s touch. Camila's smile widened, holding her close to her side.

“That’s right–you saw her in the computer, that’s my mama,” she nodded, encouragingly.

Video calls with Camila’s mom had been frequent, Frankie shying away more often than not until Emilia demanded to see him, the same scowl on her face that Camila had when something did not go the way she’d planned it. She’d given him the talk over video call, met Alba and Santi, too–they’d celebrated one of Camila’s birthdays with her on the screen, and eventually invited her over for the next one.

They hadn’t seen each other physically in years.

“Mama?” Alba frowned, looking from one to the other. Emilia was smiling, too, her eyes shimmering as she watched the scene play out. “Yaya?” Alba asked then, and Camila scrunched up her nose with a soft laugh.

“Yes, sweetling–your yaya,” she nodded again, dropping the hand that was resting over her chest before tilting her head. “Wanna say hi?”

“Hi,” the child said, wide eyes lifted towards the older woman while she still partially hid behind Camila’s skirt, fist tightened around the folds. Frankie chuckled from his position a few steps behind, shifting forward to rest his hand on top of Alba’s head.

“Cami was the same,” Emilia shook her head softly, looking up at Frankie, grinning almost conspiratorially. “Tímida,” Camila huffed, a pout pulling at her lips as she stood, picking Alba up with her. Her mother arched her eyebrows as if to highlight her point, then stepped forward, opening her arms. “Come here, you.”

Frankie shuffled forward, placing Emilia’s back down carefully before leaning into her embrace–she was quick to pull him down, the hug leaving him slightly breathless in the tight wrap of her arm, one hand patting his back right between his shoulders.

“Gracias, mijo,” she whispered, a kiss to his cheek that reminded him all too much of his mother’s. “Me la has traído de vuelta.”

His breath stuttered, gaze flicking up to Camila’s face–she held Alba against her side, the girl looking up at her face while she looked at them, eyes shimmering and face flushed. Most of all, I missed my mother, whispered in the nights they’d spend talking about the days before.

Before–that’s how their lives were timed now. Before and after them.

Before, Camila had left home for college, to find a job, and had gone back once in 15 years. Before she didn’t miss home, but she did miss her mother, especially those days when she felt particularly alone. Lovely. Left back. Frankie would wish they’d met earlier then, perhaps their lives would’ve been different then, both of them less beat down by it.

“But we wouldn’t have Alba then.”

Alba clung to her, wide-eyed, a crease between her brows that made her look so much like Camila as she looked at her first, then Frankie and Emilia. Emilia, still patting his back with words of gratitude he’d heard before through a screen. You brought her back to me, as in you brought her back to life.

“Come on now, let’s get home,” she said, walking up to them. Emilia mumbled something that sounded vaguely like impaciente, fondness in her voice as she released Frankie and turned around, hooking her arm with Camila’s. At the same time, she reached for her mother’s bag, gently nudging Alba towards her father. “You got her?”

“Yes,” he picked the child up, not wanting to risk the airport crowd. Alba’s arms fastened around his neck, a small pout forming on her face as she watched the other two walk ahead. “What is it, nena?”

“Is mama sad?” the little girl asked, her voice small. It took Frankie everything to not start laughing, the earnestness of her question catching him by surprise. “She’s crying,” she added, a justification of her pondering. He chuckled softly, leaving a quick kiss to her cheek.

“She’s not sad, sweetie–those are happy tears,” he explained softly, and the frown returned to the girl’s face. He reached up to smooth his thumb over the crease, something he’d do with Camila, too, when she focused too much on papers from work. “See, she hasn’t seen her mom in a long time, and now that they’re together again–that makes her happy.”

“Oh,” Alba kept pouting slightly, then tightened her hold on Frankie abruptly, bringing herself close to him. “I wanna keep seeing mama,” she said quickly, clinging to him. Frankie couldn’t help his laughter again, louder this time, to the point Camila looked over her shoulder with a questioning look. He smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, your mama’s not going anywhere.”

The backyard was lively with chatter and soft music, sun setting slow above their guests. Friends from Camila’s work would come and go, old friends from her college days who seemed to adore Frankie stayed longer, chatting mostly with her, or her mother, or Frankie himself, or the boys who, as always, had arrived first and would be the last to leave.

With Alba on her hip, a glass in her other hand, Camila laughed with Will and her whole face brightened up. Frankie smiled, silently walking up to them–Will was the first to notice him, reaching out for Alba and turning her around before she could spoil the surprise, but said nothing otherwise. Not until Frankie shifted forward, wrapping both his arms around Camila and pulling her back against his chest–she squealed and extended her arm as the drink spilled from the glass, letting out a laugh right after as he placed her back down.

“Let’s go bother your uncle Santi,” they heard Will tell Alba, while Camila turned to look up at Frankie. Her face was bright, cheeks flushed with laughter and smile lines etched at the corners of her eyes and mouth.

“Hi,” she hummed, the empty hand falling to his hip while she curled the other over his chest, glass now half-emptied held carefully between them. Frankie leaned in, leaving a quick peck to her mouth.

“Hi, cumpleañera,” she scrunched up her nose, following the slow rocking rhythm he’d set with his arms wrapped around her, fingertips tracing slow lines up and down her spine. “So–your mom just ambushed me.”

Camila’s eyes widened as she leaned into Frankie’s embrace, her head tilted back to look at him–her smile faltered slightly, brows knitting with worry as she mumbled a, “Oh, God.”

“Asking if Alba’s getting a sibling anytime soon,” he went on, slightly amused. Camila groaned softly, her head falling forward against his chest, her eyes screwing shut before the impact–chuckling softly, he wrapped his arms around her tighter, rubbing her back.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled with a light shake of her head. “I asked her not to, but–”

“Baby, it’s alright,” he pressed the words with a kiss to her temple, nudging her head to look back up. Eyes big again, a small pout formed on her lips as she did, and he left another kiss to her forehead before shifting slightly. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“Have you?” she asked tentatively, her voice unbelievably small. Frankie shrugged.

“Few times,” he admitted, and she tilted her head to the side just a little, inquisitive. “Alba’s almost four and–I don’t know, maybe it’d be nice for her to have a sibling. Not now, but maybe eventually.”

“Eventually?” it was her turn to chuckle, while a flush slowly crept up her neck–she looked around at the people around them, celebrating her, the ridiculous pile of birthday presents resting by the growing rosemary plant. “We’re not getting any younger, honey.”

“You calling me old?” she scoffed with a playful push against his chest that did nothing but make him laugh, his grip on her never faltering as he stepped back, bringing her with her and resuming the slow almost-dancing. “Is that what worries you?”

“Maybe,” she nibbled her bottom lip, taking a moment before looking back at him. “My mom had me when she was really young, and I always thought after 30 I just wouldn’t–” she sighed, leaning a little more into him, the hand holding the glass sliding up and past his shoulder, so they were standing chest to chest. He kept caressing her back slowly, tenderly, encouraging. “I did think about it.”

“You never said,” she sighed again.

“You forgot to feed yourself multiple times when we first started going out, Frankie,” he grimaced. “You were so worried for Alba, all the time, I just–I didn’t think you’d want to do that again.”

“Of course I was worried,” one of his hands traveled up her back, resting underneath her hair right between her shoulder blades. “I thought I was gonna have to do everything alone, I was terrified of fucking up.”

“Well, we could still do that,” she pointed out, and Frankie let out another laugh, shaking his head. “We could!” she protested, words cut short by the quick kiss he left on her lips.

“I don’t believe that–and I know you don’t, either,” he spun them around carefully, turning his head to where Alba was, playing with Santi under Will’s careful gaze, her laughter loud and contagious. “Look at her. I think we’re doing a pretty good job.”

“Yeah,” she rested her head against his chest, looking at them a moment longer. Though he couldn’t see it, he heard the soft smile in her next words. “Yes, you’re right.”

“We don’t have to make any decision now, baby,” he murmured, brushing the nape of her neck. “There’s no expiration date.”

“There is, actually,” with her cheek pressed against him, the words came out a little slurred. Frankie scoffed, the low rumble of his laughter bringing her closer, as close as she could get.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he chided, the feeling of her cheek being lifted with her smile widening making him shake his head. “Still, if one day we’d want to, we can try.”

“And if it doesn’t work out?” she didn’t move, her steps getting smaller, the music almost forgotten in favor of simply moving together. Frankie shrugged again, the movement small.

“Then it doesn’t work out,” again he guided her head back so she could meet his gaze. “I love our family as it is, Mila. You and Alba–this is more than I ever thought I’d get. I must’ve won some sort of existence lottery for having found you,” her smile returned, wide and a little trembling at the corners.

Lowering his head, his hand still cupping the nape of her neck, he kissed her tender and slow. Camila relaxed fully in his arms, her body almost limp in his hold as the arm over his shoulder curled around his neck, and he ignored the condensation dripping from the glass down to his shirt, deepening the kiss furthermore, making her lean backwards in a mock dipping motion. She chuckled into it, but didn’t tighten her hold.

She trusted him not to drop her.

“Although,” he mumbled, so close still she could feel the words twisting his lips even after he’d broken the kiss, “I am starting to think of giving it a try. Just now.”

“Now?” she giggled again, the tip of her tongue darting between her lips. He nodded.

“They won’t notice if we’re gone a few minutes, right?” brushing his lips across her cheek, he shifted until he was murmuring in her ear. “Bedroom’s just upstairs. Don’t even need to get you out of this dress.”

“Francisco,” though she was reprimanding him, he could still hear the laughter in her voice. She pulled her head back to look at him, cheeks red, and he grinned. “Behave,” she scolded.

“It was worth a try,” he shrugged, and her laughter returned more vibrant than before, head tilting back as he straightened them both. “Come on, Benny’s dying to give you his present–I haven’t seen him this excited in ages.”

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[foulbearobservation]

Cami brushing and braiding Lilith’s hair <3

this is not what you requested exactly but it's also exactly what you need <3

“Your hair is getting rather long.” Suzanne says one day over dinner. She throws it out casually, as she passes the basket of bread over to Jillian.

Lilith stalls, hand poised over her fork. Suzanne isn’t wrong, her hair is too long, verging on unwieldy. It keeps getting in her eyes when she’s out for her morning runs. “I can cut it.” She offers softly, unsure of the proper protocol.

This part is harder, almost, than the act of leaving. Harder than stabbing herself in the stomach, somewhere that would bleed a lot but wouldn’t kill her too quickly. This waiting for the other shoe to drop is torturous.

Jillian raises an eyebrow at the silence that follows. “Do you want to cut it?”

Lilith shakes her head no before she can school herself. She’s had her hair cropped short for years, just above her jawline. He had cut it himself the first few times before passing the job off to Vincent when he got bored.

Jillian shrugs. “You don’t have to cut it then.” Her attention turns to Michael. "You, though, need a haircut desperately."

He smiles, all of seven years old with two missing teeth and eager to show them off to anyone who would see. "No I don't! My hair looks fine."

"I'm shocked you can maintain eye contact with that curtain you call bangs." Jillian fires back.

In the ensuing chaos, Lilith thought that her soft “okay" would go unnoticed.

“I could braid it for you, keep it out of your eyes.” Suzanne offers softly. “Or I just opened a new packet of hair bands, I’ll put a few in your bathroom.”

After dinner, once she and Michael have dealt with the dishes, she finds Suzanne in her office. It’s less an office and more of a desk set up in the corner of the library, but in her head every person in the house needs their space. Space is tightly regimented. Jillian has her lab, Michael has most of the third floor, Lilith has her room. Everything in its place, exactly as it should be.

Lilith knocks gently on a bookshelf a few feet away to get Suzanne’s attention.

“Oh, Lilith,” Suzanne puts down her book, some first edition that Jillian no doubt bought for her, and looks up, “what can I do for you?”

Lilith taps her thumb against each of her fingertips in order, counting in her head. “I, um.” She stops for a second, straightening up. “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to braid my hair, I tried earlier but I… it’s been a while.”

“Of course, child,” Suzanne nods, putting her book to the side and gesturing towards a nearby foot stool, “have a seat.”

Lilith sits and tries to relax. “What were you reading?” She asks, willing her shoulders to relax as Suzanne carefully drags her fingers through her hair.

Suzanne just grabs the book off the desk and hands it to her. “If you’d like to read, I’d like to hear it.”

Lilith turns the copy of Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime and Other Stories around in her hands. “I thought Oscar Wilde only did plays and Dorian Gray.”

“He was a talented comedic writer as well,” Suzanne murmurs, more focused on her work than her words, “start with The Canterville Ghost, I think you’d like it.”

Lilith pages through the book until she finds the receipt Suzanne was using for a book mark. She begins softly. “When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, everyone told him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that the place was haunted…”

—

Camila’s buried under a pile of blankets when Lilith enters the bedroom, hair still wet from her hasty cold shower.

“Hey baby”

“Hey, mind if I turn on a light?” Lilith’s been up for nearly 56 hours, her hands have mostly stopped shaking but she wants to make sure they’re clean before she collapses into bed.

Camila flips on the bedside lamp, eyes still mostly on the laptop screen. It takes a moment for Lilith to place the language, English with a grating accent. An American reality tv show then, probably Vanderpump Rules if she had to guess.

Lilith looks down, checking her hands one last time before she declares them clean enough. She collapses all but face first into the bed, causing Camila to bounce slightly.

“You’re going to hate your hair in the morning if you don’t put it up.” Camila mutters, attention still mostly on the laptop screen, but a hand emerging out of the pile of blankets to rub Lilith’s back.

A mostly unintelligible grumble comes from the pillow, something Camila vaguely translates to mean “Too tired, deal with it tomorrow.”

Emerging from her cocoon of blankets, Camila searches around the side table for a hair tie.

Lilith is already asleep, mouth agape and snoring softly. Camila just stares fondly for a moment, brushing a flake of red from behind her ear that she must’ve missed in the shower. Lilith would really be annoyed in the morning if she didn’t deal with her hair now.

She draws an affectionate hand across the broad pane of Lilith’s shoulders. The other woman doesn’t stir. Lilith’s affinity for sleeping face down makes the whole task rather easy to Camila.

A simple braid, like the one Mother Superion wears, just enough to keep Lilith’s hair back, just enough to not wake her from her slumber.

#slasher au #what if letting yourself be taken care of is just a radical form of self love #what if ur mother braids ur hair #slasher au lilith makes me feel shrimp emotions #anyway

[robinreflects]

Hi, I want to ask you what are your thoughts on the "mentor/mother figure" tropes that surround Eda and how the show handled them, because to me it fell flat. Sure, Eda does count as a mother figure to Luz and King, and my disinterest in this found family, could be writen off as just that - me being disinterested in them.

I have a small gripe with how the show calls the tropes Eda has in the story itself by the characters naming them, that I get the feeling the writers are telling me how to view Eda and to love her character.

And this more fandom related, but am I the only one who doesn't get the whole "Eda is a Mama Bird" thing? Because outside of Luz and King, the only child she has this mentor/parental dynamic with would be Edred.

She doesn't have many moments with Willow and Gus, even back in season 1. I would say, Willow and Gus have more of that "parent/child" dynamic with Camila.

Eda and Amity do go on a dventure together for the Titans Blood, but nothing about their dynamic screamed "parent & child". The same goes for Hunter, but I will acknowledge that their lack of interactions is because of the cut on season 3.

I know my criticism mostly stems from me not clicking with Eda's character like many fans of the show do, so my view on Eda will differ from theirs.

First off, I totally get not clicking with Eda as a character, even if I liked her. I also know most of my liking of the character actually comes from Wendie Malick's performance, I think she did a splendid job, especially in the more emotional scenes (like the fight scenes in s1 with Lilith). I also knew her as Beatrice Horseman before I watched The Owl House, so seeing her play a good mother figure was very engaging to me. 

THAT BEING SAID, the moment when Luz and Eda’s relationship didn't feel as special to me was when the show was trying to portray Eda in a motherly way with any other kid. I don’t mean just the main team, I mean, if there was a child character, they’d find a way for Eda to mother them. I think this started in season 2 when the show already had a decent-sized fanbase and was making their own interpretations and headcanons for Eda. Mainly the one you mentioned, her being a “mama bird”. Multiple (even background) characters call her “Mama Eda”, which seemed like excessive fan service. Many things like that were done in excess or amped up because the show's fans were responding to it well and a lot of those amped-up/excessive moments felt out of character for Eda. She didn’t even want to take care of Luz in the beginning, that alone would be enough for me to believe she wouldn’t be willing to adopt everything that lives and breathes. 

Willow and Gus definitely have more of a "parent-child" dynamic with Camila, which I think was very nicely done, same with Hunter. I see him having more of a "mother-son" dynamic with Camilla than Eda. The season 3 being cut short is an argument I see a lot, however, if they managed to create this dynamic between Willow/Gus/Hunter and Camilla within the first episode of season 3, I don't see how them not doing that with Eda can be attributed to the shortening, precisely because they had either 2 or 1 season (Hunter I believe met Eda in season 2) to write this dynamic, unlike with Camilla who only became an interactable character with the main cast in season 3, while Eda was there from the beginning.

The "self-aware", breaking the fourth wall-esque humor you mentioned, is one of my biggest pet peeves with the show. Pointing out tropes in the most fandom way imaginable will never fail to make me cringe. Show, don't tell is one of the most basic, easiest ways to make a story interesting, and somehow, for the sake of "incorrect quotes" type of humor, they keep failing at it. A few quotes that instantly come to mind are the "cool aunt vibe" from Collector and "What are those stupid kids doing? Wait, those are MY stupid kids" said Eda herself. Most of the characters are written very quirky, almost falling into the MPDG territory. Often reducing them to one character trait for the sake of, as I said before cheap jokes.

I also have an issue with Luz and Eda’s narratives, in that the writers can’t seem to decide if Eda is the character Luz relates to or Camila is. Camila’s speech about understanding Luz in season 3 felt very haphazard because we’ve spent 2 seasons of Eda and Luz’s narratives paralleling each other in the points Camilla is bringing up. Being unaccepted, feeling isolated, having no one understand them, being seen as dangerous at times, messing up all the time, and not liking conventionality. These points are a big part of Luz and Eda’s characters and are parallels to each other. Camila’s speech would’ve been so impactful, if it was Eda instead, not only because of the fact their stories parallel each other (and this scene was exactly what their storyline was going towards) but also because of the fact that we know Luz looks up to Eda, seeing her as weirdly perfect, exonerating her at times even. Luz, not seeing Eda for who she really is, realizes they are much more alike after the speech, and that Eda understands her.

Thank you so much for the ask! I love talking about this! So if you want to hear my thoughts on anything else, just shoot me an ask! <3 I also just woke up so this might be a little over the place and I apologize for that.

#i also dont know how to tag so if I cross tag I'm so sorry #please let me know #toh critical #toh criticism #robin reflects asks #robin reflects on toh #the owl house criticism #eda clawthorne #luz noceda

[saiyanqueenreads]

Hunter-Centric Fanfic Recommendation List for The Owl House

Because keeping one huge fic list up-to-date wasn’t enough of a challenge for me, I’m back at it.   And this time I’m focusing on my most recent fandom obsession, The Owl House.  Specifically focusing on Hunter, our fandom’s favorite bad but sad boy. 

It should be noted that my personal taste runs toward angst, so angsty fics make up a good portion of this list.  That being said...

***Please observe any tags/warnings on each work before reading, as some stories may deal with triggering topics and situations***

The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff. Newly added fics are labeled with ++

Like my other list, this one will be listed in alphabetical order, and will be split into fics over 10k words in length and those under 10k words.  

 Less Than 10k Words:

a bond of creation by rnelody a calming notion by zenscrypt A Comprehensive Guide to Successfully Integrating Your Rescue Child, by Camila Noceda, D.V.M. by stars_and_ink A Hopeful Gesture by egyptcraze A Little Bit Better (OR: tohsiblingsweek Day 1: Healing) by PancakesAndPessimism a monster's here (are you still in there?) by honeyblock A Quiet Mind by orphan_account  A Price to Pay Later by Polyhexian A rotten apple spoils the bunch by Polyhexian A Shared Night by JustWanderingSpace A Stone Flower Blooming by Polyhexian A World Where I Can Take Flight by fairytalesandfolklore agony without you by kiixi All The Warning Signs by justsummr All Work No Play by deviantjoy all your ribs are still your own by LogicalBookThief An Impossible Choice by ObabScribbler and make a mercy out of me by Thetiredperson And Sore Must Be the Storm by azhdarchidaen At Least We're Here Together by Crazy_Catholic_Fangirl At the Edge of This Existence by kolapon ++ Baby Bird by Kohpon be still my indelible friend, you are unbreaking by hereforthehurts Birdhouse in Your Soul by Spiderwiz bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit by nightdaydream Blood Brother by Jagodzianka Bloodlines by LitFeathers (SpiceFeathers) Bonding 101: The Witch Hunters of Gravesfield by melodinklings Breaking Point by Im_Basically_Shakespeare burnt out by elliptical Civilian Clothes by MoominQuartz (IceCreAMS), MoominQuartz Clear it all Away by justsummr Competing With Gold by EmiKoizumi Confessional by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother Cries of the Sea by StarWarsaddit1220 Dadrius Week 2022 by angelcloves Day of Rest by TheDisc (TheDisco) Don’t Know What’s Out There (More Fear, I Assume) by That_One_Random_Guy Don't wanna cry (but I break that way) by That_One_Random_Guy Easier by Drabbles_Of_Writing Even so, I'd like to keep on breathing by badgirlcoven_official Everything I shouldn't want by HexAltiora Extant Species by Polyhexian  Felled in the Night (By the Ones You Think You Love) by canonicallynonbinary Field Amputation by angelcloves Fly Me To The Moon by fairytalesandfolklore For Just a Moment, So Things Can Align by goldenscars (spice_cabinet) For Our Future by DeathToPonies four walls by dxncingquxxr Grim-Thing by tristenthekitty he might have made it if he lived on a different street by Cataclysmania Heart, fold over me by foughtyen Hedge Trimmers, Or A Bread Knife by laceweight_jasmine  Hollow Heart by Omgtheentertainment home in another world by camisfrog how can my heart love again? by tristenthekitty hurt and grieve but don’t suffer alone by nightdaydream ++ I always want you when I'm finally fine by ruchiru383 I Come With Knives by castelia I Failed, Again by Hunter_Kinnie I know by JustAFlyOnTheWall979 I Swear That You Loved Me by HouseholdCleanser i think the stars were listening by carpisuns "I won't tell if you don't." by AnotherAttempt i wish that i knew what makes you think i'm so special by randomramblingsofme I want a nice soft place to land I want to lie down forever by Phantomxlegend I'll Stare Directly At The Sun But Never In The Mirror by fairytalesandfolklore I'm Not Real by Non_Bee_Knees i’m sorry my darling by justsummr If I'm Being Honest by wanderingsoulsearching imperfect by paranoid_parallax Isn't he your family? by prodigalDaughter Impossible, Stupid, Desperate by SolBaby It's Everything I Know And All I Do by redrasberries just a little bit left by prodigalDaughter ++ Just a Shiny Accessory by shortprince_writes Knowing by Alphawulf Late Night in the Noceda Household by timewillfall Learn to Live With It by Polyhexian learning how to drown with someone else’s lungs by bluebellbygones Let Me Be Your Wings (I Defied Death for this?) by legionworldproject Little Princeling by GooeyFanfic Living to Die by LollingCat Look at You Go, I Just Adore You by Zeugma46 Long Story Short, This Is Muh Grave by kireiflora Lonely Tide by seasaltedwolverine Loving is Letting Go by Polyhexian Loving echoes (In loving memory of Emperor Belos) by Thousand_Springs messy by LavenderTrash39 ++ Maybe. by Polyhexian "More Weight" by TheFloof Muscle Memory by theprincessofdenial my family always said i was the bad child by Polyhexian New Scars, Old Wounds by HexAltiora now it's over for me, and it's over for you by rnelody Nowhere Else to Go by Sergeant_Sporks Numb Little Bird by JustWanderingSpace ++ One Step At A Time by ShadySadie29 Out of Sight (Close To Mind) by HollowIsTheWorld Overcast by Semi_ObscureFandomWriter Overworked by kiixi Peace on Earth and Goodwill to All Grimwalkers by ObabScribbler Poppies and Lemon Trees by Polaris649 'Pretty': Day 6, Scars by daydreams_and_honeybees Rabbit Hearted Boy by DeadVandal Repeat Until Death by syzygy_lune return to form by konan_konan Roll Reversal by TorScrawls Santa DNI by Killyhawk Seething Seas and Puppet Strings by TenshiZoe Six Years by dove_dove so carry me from these walls, oh brother of mine (show me the world outside) by vexerii so dry your eyes and count to ten by Thetiredperson somehow thought we knew exactly what we're supposed to do by elliptical Somethings Wrong by Luna03 star-strung ideals by snow_showers Still Here by U_Rome Stray (and Sheltered) by LavenderTrash39 syzygy (spring tides) by notjupiter Tag you're it, Tag Tag you're it. by Lethezee take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust by Love_Lucigoosey Take a Sick Day by KOKICHINOLIE testing the waters by clovariia Thanks To Them (Epilogue) by sleepy_catz The Boiling Rain Slid Right Off by TempusLiberi The Drip of the Faucet by PandoraTheExplorer The Empress by redrasberries ++ The ghosts who call your name by Melonteal The Hard Stuff by Polyhexian The Importance of Cutting Your Losses (Before They Begin to Tangle at the Ends) by home_musicbox the problem of evil by tristenthekitty the sun shines brighter when you’re around by ApricotOatmeal the symbiotic relationship between ravens and wolves by tristenthekitty  The Yawning Grave by Polyhexian Three covenheads and a grimwalker by Lindendragon To Ear is Human, To Forgive Divine by ObabScribbler to place trust by peterparkerpanic Too Little, Too Late by TotallyNotASecretAO3Account Truth or Scare by EmiKoizumi  Try Harder by Polyhexian Variations and Fugue on a Theme by azhdarchidaen we have a lot more in common than you would be calm with by tristenthekitty we are not the soil we are born from (we are the roots we grow ourselves) by howtotrainyournana we keep this love in a photograph by rnelody we'll get there, one day by hereforthehurts what kind of monster by the_sunshine_dims What Remains by birdinblue What Resembles the Grave But Isn't by azhdarchidaen When I See You Again by tristenthekitty When You Are Young They Assume You Know Nothing by redrasberries Wholly you, and that's Special by JustWanderingSpace will i like wolves again? By sleepy_catz With Crooked Hands by SoliAvi Words like honey turned to mud by skellygay World's Best Turkey Carver by Jagodzianka you broke your wings to help me fly by tristenthekitty you gave me your eyes, now you're the window to my soul by strawberrydog ++ you made the choice to be by Anonymous you thought by now you'd be so much better than you are by Cataclysmania You Want To Smile, You Want To Hurt, You Don't Want To Be by bananadonut you, wonderful you by paperjamBipper “You’re Just The Golden Guard.” by Veela_Petal_of_Ice

  Over 10k Words:

a bad taste in my mouth by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales A Comparative Study in Redemption Arcs by theprincessofdenial A Fun Fact About Apples by melikebeez A Grim Palisman by syzygy_lune A Potter's Field by theprincessofdenial A Ship in the Harbour Stays Safe by Polyhexian Again and Again by GracefulSouffle agnus dei by rusted_icicles Alternate Apocalypse by ObabScribbler Alternative Powersource by MetaTheTrifox Ashes to Ashes by Sarcastic_Metaphor Being Human by fairytalesandfolklore Blood Moon by callboxkat ++ but then a bigger heart grew back by acaciapines Cats Choose You (As Much As You Choose Them) by FiaNightshade Children Of The Witches You Couldn’t Kill by Icefire149 Corpse-stink by crushpunchh Corpses on Ice by Polyhexian Dead Flowers in the Sand by moth_infernum Dead Man Running by ashtreelane Demon Days by Saturnidaes Distant Hope by Stumble_Into_Madness Do You Want the Knife You Left In My Back, or Can I Keep It? by Sergeant_Sporks Dyscrasia by Anonymous Earning the Title by PseudonymMyself enough to leave scars by Haicrescendo Family Tree by vaguenotion Five Times People Apologized to Hunter and One Time He Apologized to Someone by The_River_Girl Fledgling by AShipOnTheSea for every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake by hujwernoo From Adam Came Eve by Anonymous Grimwalkers of the Boiling Isles by zickzacks Grom Knight by ObabScribbler Golden Kid by meltthepoint hello, my hollow Holofernes by palant1r Heart of Stone by WinterEli How To Be A Liability by grimwalker Hunting Trap by Dragoncurl Huntlow Week - 2022 by Mr_Spinner I Know We Can Make it Better by Pokemaniac5000 i think its time i conclude these tests (and begin the rest of my life) by romanslegs Imminently Intertwined by AkumaMatata Inhale, Hold, Exhale by theprincessofdenial Its A Deal by The_confused_writer It's a Long Way To Dearest Gravesfield by LadyLorena keep him safe by sleepy_catz Lament by Polyhexian Learned Response by The_Escaped Lingering Fears by srjoey020 ++ Midnight Barbershop by bethanyisinjail Missing Pieces by sleepy_catz Of Balanced Stones and its sequel Broken Cage, Binding Chains by EldritchRaven Only Natural to Harden Up by redrasberries ++ Over before it could begin by Melonteal Pages Remain by Lollytea Promisedland by OfMonstersAndMe Request by Sergeant_Sporks Retribution by ObabScribbler Rise, Golden Guard MyExWifeStillMissesMe1 The Saving the World Was Probably Easier series by letters_of_stars Several Witches Are Typing by azhdarchidaen Smile in Dreaming by Beckers522 Stitched on smile by TheSteinsGateFormula Sweet Child O' Mine by ChildlikeGoblinQueen (RiotGrrrlWitch) That's Just the Nature of Pain by try_again_love The Atlas and the Avid Reader by Lollytea The Curse of Mortality by ObabScribbler The Deal by theprincessofdenial The Hunter Files by PeridotKirishima The Lone Mourner by Drabbles_Of_Writing The Measure of a Witch by BlunderStorm & Flustered_Finesse The one where the author deals with their recent and unexpected epilepsy diagnosis by projecting it onto a new blorbo by Polyhexian The Sailor Song by JuiceAstronaut The Silent Language of Grief by WinterSky101 The Titan Laughs in Flowers by LazlosLulls There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial they say these are the golden years by handsofink villainous thing by Some_Dead_Guy ++ Waffles & Flapjack — Similar Yet Different by redrasberries Wake, Hurt, Sleep, Repeat by randomramblingsofme Whatever It Takes by Sergeant_Sporks Where Cardinals Fly by q_amongstcupids where my skin begins by parsnipit Where The Moon It Shines Like Gold by FiaNightshade Wherabouts Unknown by SoliAvi which witch by Anonymous With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray Wintery Junk by avatarmerida wood carving by pawprint_paxillus You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness by HalcyonHal You Were More Than Just A Short Time by Sokkas_First_Fangirl  Your Loyal Dog by Sergeant_Sporks

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countdown ~ tom holland

one

warnings: swearing, but that’s a usual at this point

word count: a whopping 3.7k

“Cryin in the Club - Camila Cabello”

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You had always wanted to be a writer. Ever since your mother had begun telling you fairy tales at the age of six, you wondered if you could share stories that were similar. You remember one particular afternoon when you got so frustrated over the fact that you couldn’t come up with something original, always copying another story that already existed. Every time you thought that you finally had it, your mother would tell you it reminded her of something. Oh, how you wanted to prove her wrong. You would always run to your room, and taking out the storybook all of the fairy tales held, you would scour the book. But alas, Cinderella’s or Rapunzel’s story ended up just like yours. Romance and love stories were your absolute favorite as a child. Your mother taught you not to pay much mind to the blinking numbers on your arm and focus on preparing yourself for ‘your prince’ as she called it. Your stories would always surround the common theme of a princess trapped until her prince would arrive to kiss her, breaking the deadly curse implanted in her arm. But as you grew up, reality struck. The idea of your soulmate coming to find you diminishing the longer that it ticked down. You didn’t believe that fairy tales could align with real life. Creating those stories that would never be true no longer interested you. Writing came to a pause and your typewriter sat in its box in your closet, kept away with your hopes of a fairy tale ending. 

Stories were just stories. 

That’s what you kept telling yourself. Curses weren’t put on people, although the time bomb on your arm was about as close as you could get. Princes and princesses weren’t finding happily ever afters. Magical creatures weren’t standing in the way of happiness. The only villains in the story were those that devoted themselves to a life with a broken heart. 

Stories were just stories. A vast difference from reality. 

“Can I get you a drink?” Pulling yourself away from your thoughts and looking to your left, you saw a man, tall and muscular, leaning on the counter, poorly might you add. He was clearly drunk and you weren’t interested in drinking tonight unless Lyla absolutely made you. If you were ‘that type of girl,’ you might’ve been inclined to say yes. But you didn’t want to talk, dance, or drink with anyone at the moment. 

“No thanks. I’m good,” you said dryly, turning back to face the counter and picking up your phone. 

“Come on,” the man said, getting closer to you. “A little drink won’t hurt.” The moment you felt an arm curl around your waist, you jumped up from the counter, phone in hand, and set a smack on the dude’s cheek.

“I said no,” you told him firmly as he held his hand to his cheek.

You heard him mumble ‘bitch’ as you walked past towards the table where your friends were. Lyla and Trevor were occupied with themselves, making out in the booth, paying no mind to the other four at the table or your return to your small group of friends. 

“Come on, what happened to the drinks?” Carli, Lyla’s younger sister asked. 

“If you want to go wait up by the counter with a bunch of sleazes, then be my guest.” You slung your bag on the back of your chair and plunked yourself down at the table next to Kolin. 

“You wouldn’t have to worry about them if-”

“Carli, enough!” Lyla yelled, interrupting her sister. Lyla knew ‘soulmate’ was a touchy subject for you and although Carli was in your group of friends, she wasn’t the most thoughtful person in the world. She spoke her mind whenever no matter how hurtful the words may be. That was how she found her soulmate, Micah, although he got the other end of it. Her positive boldness took Micah for a run and, here they were, going solid a year and a half. 

“Don’t worry about it, Ly. She’s not wrong. That’s why I came out tonight, to find someone even if it is just for the night.”

“Don’t sweat it, Y/N. We’re here to have fun,” Kolin said, swinging his arm around you. “Not to go man-hunting. Although I wouldn’t be opposed.” The dishes on the table clattered as Devin, Kolin’s boyfriend, kicked him under the table. “What?!” he screamed. “Just because I got you doesn’t mean I can’t find anyone else attractive at the least.” You laughed softly before looking around the table. The teasing banter continued as you drifted off yet again. 

You enjoyed going out with your friends. Little refreshers of what your life used to be like before everyone found everyone were always nice, but the moment banter between couples would happen, it was right back to the present. They all had someone. You had no one. 

“I-I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you said, quickly shrugging off Kolin’s arm, wanting to get to the bathroom before the tears spilled over. 

Leaving your bag on your chair, you practically ran across the dance floor to the restrooms tucked in the way back of the building. Your arms were crossed over your chest, suddenly self-conscious of yourself for bumping into people. One person in particular turned around the moment you turned the corner, spilling whatever they had in their pint all over the both of you. 

“I’m s-so sorry,” you muttered, voice breaking as you scurried away. You didn’t even bother looking at their face as you walked off, but you could hear the angry curses from behind. Soon enough you were at the door, Thankfully, the single bathroom was open and you rushed in there before anyone could steal it. You weren’t the kind of person to be crying in a club, but here you were. God, you should have never agreed to go out tonight with your friends. No reminders that you were an extra in your group, no timer ticking down signaling to whoever was desperate enough that you don’t have anyone yet, and most importantly, no reminders to yourself that you were alone. A constant pain in your heart that only subsided when you were sleeping. 

You leaned over the bathroom counter, looking down at your dress that smelled like beer. If you didn’t look drunk before stumbling through the club, you sure smelled like it now. This dress was one of your favorites and now it was ruined. You were only glad that you couldn’t see the stain in your dark-colored outfit. Unable to look up at the mirror just yet, you let a few more tears spill. You didn’t want to know what kind of damage was done to the makeup job Lyla had done in the car only an hour ago. Shyly, you caught glimpses of yourself in the mirror, but your eyes remained on your dress or your shoes, or the floor beneath you. You could hear faint knocks on the door outside, but you chose to ignore them, letting yourself have a moment of peace. 

“You’ll never believe what just happened, mate.” Harry had returned to the table, shaking spilled beer off of his now-stained shirt. 

“Some chick flip at you, Har?” Sam chuckled, looking over at his brother who was still busy sulking in the corner. Tom smiled slightly but otherwise kept his hand on the full pint in front of him and his eyes on the dark phone screen in his other hand. 

“I wish. Would’ve been hotter. Some drunk girl came running out of nowhere and made me spill everything. Didn’t even bother staying long either. Fuck, now I’m gonna smell drunk all night.”

“You will be anyways. What’s it matter?” Tom questioned snarkily. 

“Tom, if you're gonna be a dick all night then leave. We asked you to come and get your mind off of her, not sulk and wait for a phone call from Z only for you to apologize for something you didn’t even do.”

The eldest scoffed. “You make her sound like she’s a bitch.”

“Hate to break it to ya, mate.” Tom glared at Harry the moment it left his mouth. The twin didn’t bother speaking further, just laughing to himself as he took a seat in the small booth. 

“Fine, if you’re in such a good mood and you’re not worried about your little girlfriend back home, then go ask a girl for her number. Buy one a drink. Just do something. Make the night interesting.” Sam was sick of the sulking puppy eyes coming from his older brother. Before Tom had met Z, the guys would go out every night and drink. Bring a girl or two home and laugh about it in the morning with hangovers. Even though they felt constantly shit-faced, they would do it again every night. But after Z came into their lives, Tom had stopped going out, heeding to her every beck and call. Z needs something picked up. Tom’s on it. Z needs someone to beat up an ex. Tom’s the guy for the job. But the moment that Tom needs something, you guessed it, it’s also Tom’s job to figure it out. Tom messes up, it’s his job to apologize. But if Z ended up murdering someone, he would probably end up going to jail for it. He was on a leash that he just couldn’t get out of. 

Groaning, Tom got up from the table and made his way over to the bar. He really didn’t feel like drinking, so dancing with someone would have to do. There weren’t that many options left. Everyone that usually was here was with friends or soulmates alike or was too drunk to do anything besides puke in the corner. Luckily, a short blonde was next to the counter talking to one of the bartenders. He made his way over to her before leaning on the counter. It had been a while, but he was sure that this was like riding a bike. He didn’t say anything, only ordering a water, loud enough for the girl next to him to hear to get her attention. 

“Just a water?” she asked. “You’re at one of the best clubs in town and you’re ordering water?”

“What can I say? I want to be completely sober for whatever may happen tonight.” 

She looked him up and down as the bartender handed Tom his drink. “You maybe wanna dance?”

Looking at her forearm laying on the counter, he noticed that the numbers were still ticking. As long as he could avoid angry boyfriends, he could care less. He smirked subtly. “Sure, why not?”

You were an absolute blubbering mess. No makeup had run down your face, but it would be clear to anyone that you were crying. Your face was red and a little swollen. Even in the darkness of the bathroom and the little light from your phone illuminating your face, you could see that. Opening your phone, you saw a text from Lyla. You really didn’t want to ruin her night, but seeing as she noticed you’d been gone for a while, you had to tell her something. 

I’m fine…

Just in the bathroom

You shot her a quick response before looking back up at the mirror. God, was this who you wanted to be for the rest of your life? This was pathetic. What had happened to the girl who believed in fairy tales, in hope that whoever was out there for you was still looking even though you had given up? You didn’t know how your friends had put up with this version of you for so long when you could barely stand to look at her in the mirror. When did her eyes get so deep with sorrow, the sadness falling out from the corners? When did the smile that used to brand her face become so thin and flipped upside down? When did the hope leave her? The longer you stared, the more angry you became. You were fed up with it and were going to close the door on her. Leaning down, you splashed your face lightly with cold water from the sink. You tried to wipe as much of the beer off as you could, only a faint scent still lingering on your clothing and made your way out to the bar counter. Your friends wanted you to come out tonight as a distraction. But the only way that you figured you could forget everything going on around you was to find A distraction. You opened the door to the bathroom quite abruptly and thankfully, no one was outside. You looked around at the bar, double-checking to make sure the man you had run into earlier wasn’t there anymore. Seeing that the coast was clear, you made your way back to your table of friends. Lyla was the first one to notice your presence, but before she could say anything to you, you had grabbed your purse that was hanging on the edge of your chair and walked off. A few others at the table jumped at your actions, but quickly went back to minding their own business. You could hear Carli mumbling something to the group but chose to ignore whatever snarky remark she had to say. Stumbling back to the bar, you couldn’t have cared less about the appearance that you were making now. You wanted to catch someone’s attention, even if it meant looking like a complete slut. If it was someone your friends wanted you to find, it was someone they’d get. 

“A vieux carre, please.”

It wasn’t long before you had a few empty glasses in front. Besides your own two empty glasses, a small circle of four empty glasses had grown on the other side of you. You were going to have a killer headache in the morning, but that wasn’t on the top of your mind right now. Getting blackout drunk was. One guy, after offering to buy you a beer, asked for a dance. You happily obliged. Well, as coherently and as happily as you could in your state. You didn’t bother getting to know the guy's name as he dragged you onto the dance floor. If you said that you were completely aware of what was going on around you, you would be lying. Without the guy’s hands on your hips, you wouldn’t be able to stand up straight, the floor feeling like it was spinning under you. The music was loud enough to drown out any conversation the guy wanted to have with you, so you closed your eyes and just let the night take you. 

The blonde with Tom was a TERRIBLE dancer. She had kept stepping on his feet. At first, he assumed that she just had a lot to drink but the more often it happened made him more aware of the missing coordination. He wanted to get away from her, but every time he tried to disappear into the crowd and get back to his table, she would find him, telling him to keep his hands on her so he wouldn’t lose her again. Ugh. Tom didn’t know how much longer he’d have to dance with her, but if he was going to sleep with her tonight, he needed a LOT more alcohol in his system. He leaned down and whispered in the girl’s ear.

“I’m gonna go get something to drink, you want anything?”

“I’m good,” she said. At least that’s what Tom thought she said over the music. 

He was almost off the dance floor when he heard someone in the crowd struggling. At first, he tried to ignore it, but the farther he got away from it, the more he felt compelled to look back. When he turned around, he saw a girl at the edge of the floor trying to swat away a guy. A boyfriend, ex, maybe. But he couldn’t help but stare at the scene before him. 

When you first felt the mystery guy's hands disappear from your side, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. In all honesty, the crying girl in the bathroom wasn’t who you wanted to be, but the slut on the dance floor wasn’t either. As soon as you were stable enough to see the floor straight ahead of you, you began to weasel your way out of the crowd. You were just about there when you felt a tight grip on your wrist. A hard yank jolted up your arm and you spun face-first into the chest of the man from the bar at the beginning of the night. 

“So you’ll give a dance to anyone else, but not me, huh?”

“Get off,” you sloppily muttered. You tried to wiggle out of his hold, but you didn’t have the strength in you. 

“What? Whore‘s getting picky about who she’s with?”

“Stop it,” you started whining, the grip of the man getting tighter around your wrist and falling lower around your body. 

“This timer on your arm seems to tell me he’s not so picky about being with other people…” He leaned in towards your ear, pulling you impossibly close, so close that you could smell the drink and feel the heat from his breath. “It also tells me that you’re alone.” 

A small smirk graced the man’s features as he started pulling you further back into the crowd where you were trying to get away from. Stepping on his feet wasn’t helping and it wasn’t benefiting you to struggle, only making it easier to pull you along. Your screams and whines weren’t getting louder, only softer and weaker as the tears began to fall. You were just about ready to bite the guy when someone pushed the man’s shoulder, hard enough to make him let you go. 

“Why don’t you leave her alone, huh?”

Tom had enough of watching you struggle, watching a guy take advantage of your state. He stepped in, pushing the guy away and separating the two of you. 

“What did you say to me?” The man was at least a foot taller than him, but Tom had the advantage of being sober on his side, smelling a strong amount of alcohol emitting from his opponent.

“I said leave the lady alone. She clearly wants nothing to do with you, mate.”

The man stepped chest to chest with Tom. “Touch me again,” he said through seething teeth, “and I knock you down another few inches. Now leave me and my girlfriend alone. Mate.”

You stood behind your mystery hero, watching it all go down. You weren’t smart enough to move until the guy gestured towards you to grab your arm again. When you moved to pull it away, a soft crack landed on the guy’s face. 

“Something tells me she’s not yours.” Tom had punched him. His knuckles throbbed, but that was the least of his worries by now. Well, Sam had wanted an eventful night. 

“Shit!” the guy yelled. “The fucks wrong with you?!?” He came to serve a swing back when Tom ducked, moving back towards you. When the drunk missed, he stumbled a bit, losing his balance and almost face-planting onto the ground. A small circle had formed around the show that you guys were putting on, but Tom paid no mind to it as he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the small crowd gathered. You may not have been fully aware of what was going on but you knew two things. Your purse was still around your waist with your phone inside and the guy who was pulling you outside of the building had just saved you. It wasn’t a long distance to the front doors, but Tom wanted to make sure that there was enough distance between you two and the guy. He kept his hand tight in yours and ran out into the cold wind. He didn’t hesitate when the both of you turned down a corner a few blocks later. You had no idea how you managed to run this far in heels, but when you looked down, you realized nothing was covering your feet. You must’ve left them in the club. With you unprepared, Tom turned a corner and nearly ran you into a wall as the both of you became tucked into the alley. You were standing in the dead center of it when Tom pulled you to him, tight against the brick wall. He could hear shouts coming from the street and held you to him until a few figures went running past. Waiting for a few moments before the coast was clear, he then let his grip on you loosen enough so that you could let go when you wanted to. 

You wanted to thank him, but you didn’t know if you could formulate the words in your state. When he had let go, you moved slowly away from his warm figure and back to the center of the alley. You took a few steps before sitting on a wooden crate in front of you. The man didn’t look at you right away, glancing out of the alley and down the street where the other men had run past. Once he felt comfortable that no one was coming back, he looked at you sitting on the crate, head in your hands. The last thing Tom wanted to do was scare you, but he needed to make sure that you were okay. He walked over to you and hesitantly, kneeled on the ground in front of you. You could feel him staring at you, but you didn’t dare take your head out of your hands. You could barely see straight and wanted to make sure that you could look him in the eyes without feeling like you wanted to curl up into a ball. He placed his hand on your knee and when you didn’t move, to both of your surprises, he opened his mouth to speak. 

“Are you okay?”

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shameless [p.j]

he loves you more than he wants to admit

So Many Mornings I woke up confused

In my dreams, I do anything I want to you

“Don’t just walk away from me!”

Jongseong’s voice was distant but close enough to where you could hear him call after you despite how fast your feet seemed to carry you across the sidewalk and despite his protests and pleas to come back to him - you continued to walk.

“Wait- Please God Just Hang On-!”

You were surprised to find his hand tight around your wrist, keeping you locked firmly in place - You could hear his heavy breathing as you stared down at your feet, heart hammering in your chest. Jongseong’s hand was still wrapped tightly around your wrist, and you didn't try to pull away.

My emotions are naked, they’re taking me out of my mind.

“How could you just leave like that? You had me worried sick-!” He had begun to go on a tangent, like a mother to her child - when you couldn’t help to snap your head up at him, eyes widened in mild irritation and confusion.

“Now?! Now You’re worried?” You snapped at him, tugging your wrist out of his grasp. Your heart was practically about to explode as the emotions from the last few hours began to bubble over.

“You weren't worried when you blew me off at Jake’s party to go flirt with Miyoung - so Why now?! Why do you care now?!” You had practically shouted him into silence, Jay’s usually gentle eyes widened in what looked like intrigue and confusion, for once in his life, Park Jongseong was speechless.

Right now I’m shameless

screaming my lungs out for ya

The sounds of your heart and the distant thumping beat of music from the party were the only sounds that could be heard as You and Jay stared at each other, the tension was thick in the atmosphere.

“You’re jealous.” He finally spoke up, not as a question but rather a statement - he could feel his heart skip a few beats.

You could only scoff “Of Course I’m Jealous! I’m in love with you-” Your eyes widened and your hands clasped over your mouth as the words you spoke washed over you.

You just confessed to Jay

You just told your best friend you love him.

Once more, Jongseong’s eyes widened - his cheeks flushing a slight pink at the admission, he couldn't tell if it was the alcohol in his system or if it was pure stupidity.

He kissed you

Show me you’re shameless

Write it on my neck, why don't ya?

And I won't erase it

I need you more than I want to

His kiss felt like a breath of fresh air, and the way his hands rested on your jawline brought a warmth to your chest that couldn’t be explained - you wanted to feel more of it.

What felt like hours was minutes, and when Jongseong finally pulled back from your lips - the sounds of your breathing and rushing hearts were all that could be heard, and with a small smile - he gently curled a hand on your waist and brought you closer.

Now that you have me, do you want me still?

“God…You’re Shameless Park Jongseong.” You spoke breathlessly, to which he chuckled and squeezed you in a hug.

“I’m Shameless when it comes to you…and If it makes any difference-” Jongseong turned his head to look over at you, his hand cupping your chin.

“I love you too.”

Right now I’m shameless

Screamin’ my lungs out for ya

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to

#enha x reader #park jongseong x reader #kpop imagines #enha fluff #enha angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #fanfic #Spotify

[kitkat5192]

So, after watching the Owl House finale at like midnight and then proceeding to freak out about it for the next few hours, I was too exhausted to really put together too many coherent thoughts. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on the Owl House series finale:

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW

*First off, I was not okay throughout the entirety of this episode, and I was constantly switching between smiling like an idiot and fucking sobbing, so it was a rollercoaster (in the best possible way)

*That nightmare sequence based off of Luz, Eda and King’s trauma built up throughout the show was a hell of a way to start off the episode

*Tbh though, I loved that the episode took the time to really address Luz’s fears and insecurities about being too much like Belos

*Luz figuring out it was all fake because Amity is a nerd and wouldn’t have misquoted Azura? That’s so funny and I love her for that

*The light spell really came back full circle huh, being the first spell she learned and the one that saved her multiple times in this episode

*The Luz, Eda, and King reunion?? Screaming, crying, throwing up, too many feelings to comprehend

*The Collector comparing death to broken toys that can be easily fixed really puts into perspective how little he really understands about humans, what a great moment

*Raine fighting back against Belos like the BAMF they are, I love to see it!

*I see you King, being the only one to use they/them pronouns for the Collectoe

*Collector Backstory Collector Backstory Collector Backstory!!

*Luz seeing the hurt and loneliness in the Collector and giving them a chance to understand what friendship actually is was honestly so important to me. Plus, reliving all of those great moments through the show was amazing!

*I was wondering if the Titan’s heart was ever going to come into play

*I’m always here for shows that understand that kindness and forgiveness are important, but that not everyone deserves it (looking at you Belos)

*While Belos was not someone the Collector should have shown kindness to, it really goes to show how he wanted to change for the better and take Luz’s words to heart

*When Luz straight up fucking died, I was basically in denial until I knew she was okay. It still sucked though. I mean, the balls of light floating throughout the Boiling Isles, Camila crying, everyone not knowing what the lights mean, but also knowing that deep down, they understand, it was beautiful and heartbreaking

*The Collector trying to “fix” Luz and it not working and then being so confused and scared?? Absolutely not, excuse me while I sob again

*While I hate Eda and King being devastated about Luz, I wanted nothing more than to see them wreck Belos’s shit

*So many thoughts about King’s father! The reveal, the mini Hooty, conformation of the Titan being bigender, I loved all of it!

*Also, can we just talk about how the Titan didn’t give the powers to Luz because she was the chosen one or anything like that, but because she made the choice to be there and to keep fighting and the Titan recognized that? Because I love it!

*”So the question is, will you choose yourself?” I will never get over this line!

*The Camila and Amity hug?!

*Camilla and the others using the glyphs Luz had taught them was so cool!

*I really appreciate how the writers made sure that even though the Collector redeemed himself, he also recognized how his actions, no matter how naive or misguided they were, still hurt and traumatized people, and he apologized for it and put in the work to make amends and do better

*TITAN LUZ!!!

*Eda and King helping Luz with the magic made me smile so much!

*Small moment, but Hunter specifically being the one to save Gus’s palisman? Guess I don’t need my heart then, thanks 😭

*Eda and Raine reunion! And me tearing up for the 50th time during this episode

* “For I am the Good Witch Luz, child of the Human Realm, student of the Demon Realm, and warrior of peace! Now eat this sucker!” OH MY GID SHE SAID IT ASFFHGDGHJJBV IT’S DO COOL

*I’ve seen arguments over Belos’s death and ngl, I’m glad it was anticlimactic. He didn’t deserve anything more than melting away and having his head stomped in

*Luz not saying a single word as Belos made one more attempt to manipulate her? Absolutely incredible. Luz understanding that she isn’t like Belos and not letting his words get to her and drag her down with him? Everything I needed to see

*All if the family reunions at the end had me crying, especially when Hunter thought he was all alone and then Darius appeared and Hunter immediately brightened up and was showing off his shirt and god, this episode has wrecked me

*I can’t even begin to point out everything I loved about the time jump epilogue, so I’ll just share some of my favorites!

*The new character designs! I loved every one of them! I freaked out every time a different character was shown

*Hunter learning how to carve palismen!

*Eda being the headmaster of the School of Wild Magic!

*The matching flapjack tattoos!

*Luz going to college in the Demon Realm!

*The Darius and Alador moment we got!

*The quinceañera?! Dana was so real for making sure we got to see that!

*Everyone saying the iconic Byeeee at the end, making me cry (again)

If you made it through all of that, thanks for reading, and feel free to share any thoughts by commenting or dming me! All in all, I loved this episode so much, as I’m sure a lot of other people did, and I’m so happy that I got to watch this incredible show and go on this journey with Luz, Eda, King, and the rest of the Boiling Isles! ❤️

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh #the owl house series finale #the owl house last episode #the owl house luz #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #I’ll miss this show so much #watching and dreaming