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Summary: You are working as a nurse on a military base when you meet and fall for Frankie Morales. And he for you. But before he could finally tell you the truth about him he just... disappears and you are left heartbroken without any way to get back in contact with him. After moping for a week you put in a request to relocate and get send to Spain where your new roommate wins a weekend trip to the Kingdom of San Senova, not knowing that all your unanswered questions regarding to Frankie, would soon get their answers.

Wordcount: Alejandro Carlos Francisco Sanchez Morales x fem. reader

Wordcount: 5.7k

Rating: M

Warnings: Royalty AU, fluff, falling in love, light smut (oral f receiving, unprotected sex), angst, heartbreak, me not knowing shit about royal titles, phones are not a thing (just go with it) happy ending 😍

A/N: omg I had so much fun writing this. Hello @flightlessangelwings! I am your secret valentine and I hope you love this little story!

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The first time you saw Frankie Morales, he was getting stitches by the Doctor on military base you had been working on for almost a year as a nurse.

You were carrying some more supplies and the medicine the Doctor had asked for, setting it down next to him when you met Frankie’s eyes for the first time. He gave you a small smile and even though his whole face was bloody (you could already see the stitches on the side of his forehead) he was still the most attractive man you had ever seen.

You didn’t know that this would be the start of a whirlwind romance that would leave you heartbroken.

You saw him again the next night at the bar just around the base.

He was with there with his three friends, sporting a serious bruise on his eye from whatever had happened to him the day before. At some point one of his friends must have caught you starring, and it wasn’t long before Frankie asked if he could invite you for a drink.

A drink turned into two, and you spend the whole night talking to each other about everything and nothing. Maybe you fell for him right then, watching him smile shyly at you, his hand holding yours.

He insisted on making sure you got home safely after.

„You know it’s just a five minute walk?“ You smiled at him. He shrugged, taking your hand.

„A lot can happen in five minutes,“ he said seriously.

He kissed you good night in front of your door, promising that he would see you soon.

And he did.

He was living on base and apparently on call being part of the special forces, so going on dates was a little complicated at the beginning. But what he lacked of opportunities, he made up with ideas.

„This is…. This is beautiful Frankie,“ you smiled at him.

He had found a field full of sunflowers, his hand holding yours as he let you through them, snapping picture after picture from you.

„I flew over it the other day and I thought this is perfect to spend some alone time with you,“ he grinned, pulling you against his chest.

„So this was all a scheme to get me all alone to yourself?“

„Mhhh,“ he hummed, a smile on his lips as he dipped his head down, kissing you softly. You crossed your arms behind his neck, getting on your tiptoes to get even closer. His hands were on your hips, his fingers carefully digging into your skin.

He had you pinned against the wall the moment you got to your place, his lips and hands all over you.

„Want you,“ he mumbled, kissing down your body, pushing your summer dress up.

„Take me then,“ you gasped, when you felt his nose run up your thigh.

„I have heard the wildest rumour,“ you flopped down on the couch next to him. He was at your place for the whole weekend, insisting to wine and dine you for a change, even if it was at your home. He was waiting for you when you came home and you love the feeling of knowing someone was waiting for you.

You had been dating for almost six months now.

And you hoped many more months would follow.

He was basically living at your place when he wasn’t on mission.

„What rumour?“ He asked, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh.

„Carla said that she heard that there’s some European Prince undercover on the base doing his military service,“ you snorted. You stretched your muscles, sighing loudly, missing Frankie’s eyes widening.

„Sounds to me like a Hallmark movie if you ask me,“ you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

„How would Carla know?“ Frankie asked.

„Dunno. She send me the link to his Wikipedia page though. Wait a second,“ you pulled your phone out, opening the link.

„There we are. Alejandro Carlos Francisco Sanchez Morales the third. Future king of San Senova. I don’t even know where that is,“ you read out loud.

„Between France and Spain,“ Frankie provided and you looked at him, impressed.

„How do you know that?“ You asked. He shrugged, though you could see him blushing. Adorable.

„Dad is big on geography,“ he said and you nodded, laying your head back against his shoulder.

„Maybe you’re related to them too. Your last name is Morales,“ you chuckled.

„Many people with the name Morales. It’s pretty common,“ he said right away.

„I guess you’re right,“ you sighed.

„Any pictures of him?“ He asked, kissing your hair.

„Sadly no pictures after he turned five years old. Cute little boy though, don’t you think?“ You held the phone out.

„Cute,“ he said before he pulled your phone away, throwing it on the couch next to him.

„Heeeeey,“ you pouted, shrieking when he pulled you beneath him and kissed you.

„Want you,“ he hummed, his hips dragging against yours, making you gasp.

„Take your clothes off baby,“ you grinned, already pulling your shirt over your head.

Within minutes both of you were naked and Frankie was inside of you, making you cry out his name while his lips were all over your body.

He made you cum four times on that couch.

Making you forget about a potential European future king working among you at the base.

Santiago Garcia was Frankie’s best friend.

And, to say it in the most nicest way, a slut.

He had broken the hearts of all the nurses at the base, which left you to be the only one still willing to attend to him, if he had some medical issues.

„So how are things between you and Frankie?“ He asked while he sat on the table. You were cleaning his bloody knuckles, not even asking how it happened anymore. He had a wild streak, leaving you to patch him up regularly.

„Is this the part where you ask me about my intentions?“ You teased and he chuckled.

„Nope. Everyone who has eyes can see how much you love him,“ he said and you stilled, taking a deep breath before you carried on tending to him.

„Same with him too though. He speaks about you all the time. Kinda annoying if you ask me,“ you looked up at him and he winked. You continued cleaning his wounds.

„I haven’t told him that I love him. I… We haven’t talked about what happens when he has to go back home. I don’t even know where is home for him, he always changes the topic. And I’m scared he’s just gonna end up leaving me here,“ you confessed. Your turned away from Santiago, grabbing the bandages.

„Talk to him. Frank is… A little hesitant when it comes to feelings. He told you about his ex?“ Santi asked. You nodded.

Frankie had told you about his last girlfriend. It was pretty serious. They had been together for three years and he could see him getting married to her. He found out that she had been cheating on him with one of his cousins. And then she tried telling him that she was pregnant which turned out to be a complete lie to somehow baby trap him.

Your heart broke for him as he told you about it.

„I think the whole thing broke him more than he wants to admit. Means also he can’t see what’s right in front of him,“ Santiago explained as you finished bandaging his hand, looking up at Santi.

„So you mean I have to confess my feelings in a big gesture?“ You asked.

„I mean you can. I bet he would loooove a flashmob,“ he grinned and you slapped his arm playfully.

„Just tell him how you feel. We’re not gonna stick around for much longer,“ he said and you nodded, watching after him as he left the room.

Frankie had told you that he had received word that he was close to being finished with his service. He didn’t tell you an exact time frame, but you knew the end of whatever this was could be closer than you liked.

You would have to talk with him.

About your feelings and about a potential future.

Because you had already decided that if he would ask you, you would follow him everywhere.

You had no family and only a few friends here.

And nurses were needed everywhere. You would find work quickly.

You and Frankie had made plans for the next evening. You wanted to cook and confess your feelings to him.

But when he didn’t show up at your place you grew worried.

Frankie was always punctual, always calling you if he would be running late. Private cellphones were forbidden at the base, so the only way of contacting him, would be calling the base. So when fifteen minutes went by after he had promised to be here you called the landline of the house he was living at, but nobody picked up.

Next you tried the base but the line was busy.

An hour later and no message you grabbed your car keys and drove the way from your place to his place at the base. You hadn’t been here often. He shared the small house with his three friends and privacy was not really something they valued, leaving to interesting encounters and teasing in the morning when you stayed the night.

The house lay in darkness when you got there.

After knocking and ringing the bell you received no answer.

You had a bad feeling in your stomach. You stood there in the darkness looking at the house.

There was no one here.

Maybe they had an important mission and he did not have time to tell you. You shook your head. In the months you had dated he had always informed you when he had to leave on short notice.

Something was not right.

It’s why you made your way back to the base to ask around.

„You here about Frank?“ His superior, General Lopez asked, after you knocked on his door. You nodded.

„He was sent home together with the whole fifth devision,“ he said.

„Oh,“ you said surprised, your heard beating fast in your chest.

„Anything else you want?“ He barked and you shook your head numbly, before you walked out.

You held the tears in until you were back in the apartment and saw Frankie’s hoodie still hanging over your chair.

He had to leave without you being able to tell him how you felt.

You just hoped that he would call you once he made it out of the plane.

He didn’t call.

He did not send a letter.

He didn’t try to get in touch with you.

So after moping around for a week you applied for a transfer packed your things and took the new job.

In Spain.

Vowing to yourself to get over Frankie.

Two months later

„I can’t believe you dragged me into this,“ you whined before you turned the air conditioning of the car to its highest level.

„For someone who got invited to spend a two night stay in a five star hotel in San Senova without having to pay a single cent for it, you sure sound ungrateful,“ your friend Lisa hummed as she drove the car down the highway.

You had to admit that she was right.

The last two months had been long and dark and depressing, but meeting Lisa on your first day, finding out she was your roommate for the six months you would spend here in Spain, was the greatest distraction.

She was loud and playful and funny and she made it her mission to get you out of your „depression hole“.

It’s why after winning this weekend stay in a raffle on the 4th of July celebration on base, she didn’t even ask you if you would like to come. She just informed you that you were going.

„You know that there was a rumour back in my old base that the crown prince of San Senova was doing his military service back there?“ You asked.

„King,“ she said.

„Huh?“

„He’s the king now. Has been for almost two months. Apparently his father died suddenly and he had to take the throne overnight,“ she explained.

„Look at you being informed,“ you teased.

„Don’t want to be the dumb American stereotype tourist. Also, thanks to my research, I know that tomorrow will be a national holiday in San Senova because it’s the kings thirty fifth birthday. Apparently there’s a military parade. It’s a whole thing,“ Lisa said.

„What I am hearing is, that you gonna drag me to this thing, isn’t it?“ You sighed.

She turned her head, grinning at you.

„You know me so well already,“ Lisa winked.

With a chuckle you shook your head.

Spending time with Lisa this weekend would be great.

You wouldn’t be thinking about the plans you and Frankie had made for this birthday that was tomorrow back in the states.

After parking the rental car and checking into the hotel (which made your jaw drop) you passed out for a nap almost right away.

It hadn’t been a long drive, but you had started studying to become an OR nurse and you had only fallen asleep in the early morning hours after having been allowed to watch an operation last night.

Lisa made sure to roughly wake you up an hour before she had made reservations in a local restaurant she had found on trip advisor.

And while you wanted nothing more than to sleep, you let her excitement over this trip influence you. After a small dance party in the huge bathroom of the hotel room where Lisa told you that if you were a guy, she would have fucked you in the big walk in shower first thing while proceeding to sing into her brush-microphone, the two of you stepped out of the hotel.

Lisa had talked you into wearing a dress, so you were wearing your most casual, yet fancy dress. A dark red wrap dress that ended just above your knees.

You drew the line at wearing heels, leaving you with some flat sandals as you walked down the street, your arm hooked under Lisa’s as she led you towards the restaurant, google maps on her phone showing you both the way.

Walking through old European cities like these, alway left you impressed and yearning to live here. You had managed to visit Barcelona and Seville since getting to Spain and frankly you couldn’t imagine ever going back to the United States.

You made smalltalk on the way, both of your eyes taking in the old city.

And men.

Well at least Lisa did.

She knew about Frankie and she knew you weren’t ready for someone new. Which did not stop her to point out candidates which you had to admit were super attractive.

But they weren’t Frankie.

How things ended with him still left you with a billion questions. The loudest of them all being if you could be so wrong about his feelings for you.

Even Santiago had told you Frankie loved you.

And while you or him never heard or said the words, you deep down knew he loved you.

He could maybe lie to you, but what reason would his best friend have to lie?

Why did he ghost you like this?

Taking a deep breath you stopped walking as Lisa announced that you made it. Looking around you saw that the restaurant was pretty busy.

„Seems like trip advisor was right to make a reservation, huh?“ You asked and she nodded.

„Looks expensive,“ you noticed and she turned her head, grinning at you.

„You’re paying! I invited you for this trip“ Lisa announced and your jaw dropped, watching her walk towards the entrance.

„This trip was free!“ You gasped.

She only laughed and you shook your head, following her inside.

„You might have to carry me back to the hotel,“ you groaned almost two hours later. The dinner was probably the best you had in your life.

Lisa and you had shared a bottle of wine between the two of you and you were now waiting for dessert.

„Would it be weird to call a cab?“ She asked.

„It’s a five minute walk,“ you laughed.

She pouted.

„I don’t think I can do it,“ she said with a dramatic sigh before she smiled.

„Gonna go to the restroom. Don’t steal from my dessert when it comes,“ she said seriously, before she grabbed her purse and walked through the restaurant towards the restrooms.

It was almost fifteen minutes later, your dessert almost gone when you heard her laugh.

Your dessert was almost gone and you were sipping on your wine glass when you turned your head towards the sound, finding her sitting with her back towards you at the bar. She was talking to a man, her hand on his shoulder, and you smiled to yourself until your eyes landed on the face of the man she was talking to.

As if sensing your eyes on him, his head tilted, his eyes frowning before they widened.

„Santi?“ You whispered in disbelief.

Lisa’s head turned when Santi stopped talking, her eyes narrowing between you and Santiago.

She left him standing walking towards you.

„Why are you looking at Santiago like you’ve seen a ghost? I just met him?“ She asked, her hand on your shoulder as she stood beside you.

Looking up at her you gulped.

„That’s Frankie’s best friend,“ you whispered, suddenly very tired.

Lisa’s eyes widened before she turned around to look at him, just as he stepped beside her.

„He’s what?“ She asked.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head.

Santiago said your name and you could feel yourself shaking.

It was like you were underwater. You could hear Lisa and him talking, but you didn’t understand what they were talking about.

If he was here, was Frankie somewhere here too?

What was he doing here out of all places in the world?

Why did they leave?

Why did he leave?

Why did no one tell you?

You finally looked up at him, tears lingering in the corner of your eyes.

„Why?“ You asked quietly. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He was sucking on his bottom lip, nervous. He let his eyes wander through the room, noticing some people already staring.

You didn’t know that people were staring because they knew who he was.

Not yet.

„Not here,“ he said and you frowned, about to open your mouth to ask what he meant, when he took a step closer.

„It’s not my place to explain. I’ll try. But not here,“ he said.

Both you and Lisa followed Santiago to a private dining room of the restaurant that was empty.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to talk or if you wanted to run.

As soon as the door closed his eyes were on you, then on Lisa.

„Talk,“ she snapped, her arms crossed in front of her chest and you almost laughed as you saw him jump, surprised by her outburst.

He looked at you as if in question and you rolled your eyes.

„She knows. About me and Frankie and how all of you just…. Ghosted me from one day to another,“ you said.

„Like I said, it’s not my place to explain,“ he started and Lisa scoffed.

„I would love to just tell you everything but I made a vow I can’t break,“ he said and you confusingly stared at him.

„A vow?“ You whispered, he nodded.

You looked at Lisa who looked like she was ready to scratch Santiago’s eyes out if you gave her the go.

„Let me take you to him,“ Santiago said.

„Let me take you to Frankie.“

The ride in the car was silent.

You were anxious, your hands sweating. Lisa was holding your hand while glaring at Santiago.

„Can you tell your friend to stop looking at me like she wants to choke me?“ Santiago said after a while and your lips almost broke out into a small smile.

„Last thing I remembered I heard Nurse Sam say you’re into that,“ you said and his eyes widened before he laughed.

„I might be, but in the sexy way, not in the I’m gonna die way,“ he winked and you released a shaky breath.

You tuned out the conversation that now started between Lisa and Santi, your head resting against the cold glass of the car window, your eyes trying to figure out were he was taking you.

You hadn’t been driving for a long time, before the car stopped at a gate. You could only make out what looked like a long fence before the car started driving again, driving towards a huge building.

It didn’t take long then before the car stopped in front of an already opened door, a deep red rug on the steps leading up and inside. The door on Santiago’s side opened and he stepped out, turning to hold out his hand, helping you out.

Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the car, taking a look around as he helped Lisa out of his car.

A man in a suit walked out, bowing his head.

„Duke Garcia,“ the man said and your head turned to Lisa who was already looking at you with wide eyes.

„Where is he?“ Santiago asked. You saw the man look at you and Lisa before he focused back on Santiago. They talked to each other in hushed voices before Santiago turned around with a sigh.

The man walked back inside, leaving you alone with Lisa and Santiago, the car driving off.

„Frankie is in a… meeting. But I think we can interrupt it. That is, if you want?“ He asked.

You nodded.

You wanted answers.

„What about you?“ You asked, looking at Lisa. She suddenly had a shy smile on her lips as she looked at Santi.

„I’m gonna take care of her,“ Santi said with a wink and you playfully rolled your eyes.

It took almost ten minutes of Santiago leading both you and Lisa through the building before he came to a stop in front of two closed doors.

He looked at you, silently asking for permission, before he loudly knocked on the door.

He didn’t wait for anyone to invite him in, before he pushed the door open.

The first thing you noticed was that the room behind the door was huge. And looking more… opulent than some of the hallways you had walked through. Golden ornaments and deep red on the walls made it look like out of a fairytale.

You were in a castle. Why were you in a castle?

You let your eyes wander through the room until your eyes stopping on the very end. There was a woman sitting on a chair in front of a canvas, painting someone. Taking a step further into the room you noticed someone sitting in front of her. On a golden chair. A throne? He was wearing what looked like a uniform with various medals and buttons, looking very official.

The man stood up and you titled your head up, finding Frankie’s wide eyes looking at you.

The woman in front of him, got up from her chair too, bowing her head with a whispered your majesty as he took the three steps from the podium down and walked towards you.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he walked towards you.

„Clear the room,“ he said and you released a shuddering breath. You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

Breaking eye contact you looked at Lisa who looked as confused as you felt.

„You okay?“ She mouthed.

You shrugged. She eyed the man who was now standing almost in front of you with a frown before she looked at you again.

„I will be right outside,“ she said loud and clear before she let Santiago lead her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

You closed your eyes, gathering your thoughts before your eyes opened and found Frankie looking at you.

Allowing yourself a moment to really take him in, you noticed how tired he looked. There were bags under his eyes you could see, even though someone did a shitty job of covering them up. It seemed like he aged at least ten years since you’ve last seen him. His hair was shorter, his beard was trimmed.

His head tilted to the side and it was only then that you noticed the tears in his eyes.

„You left,“ you whispered and he closed his eyes, releasing along breath.

„I’m sorry,“ he said and you had too look away from him when he opened his eyes again. Turning away you slowly walked towards the windows, looking out of it.

If you would continue to look at him, you would cry. And right now you weren’t sure if it was out of anger or because you had missed him so much.

You crossed your arms, your hands tucking underneath your arms to soothe yourself as you looked out into the dark night.

„Tell me why you left,“ you said quietly.

Footsteps came closer towards you and it was like before, like you could feel his warmth.

„My father died,“ he began.

„I received the news of his death while I went through the store to get some of your favourite snacks. I wanted to go over to you anyway and finally tell you the truth. Tell you that I lo…. I had the plan to tell you everything that night even before all of it happened. But… Once my father…. The King of San Senova died, I was swept up by the royal protocol. Thirty minutes after I received the message I was already on a plane and being briefed on what was going to be happening as soon as I arrived here back home.“

„You didn’t even have a minute to call?“

„I… I tried. But your number had been disconnected by the time I finally had a minute to breathe. And I had left you messages with my superior but he told me that you weren’t interested….“

You turned around, your head tilting up to look at him.

„I never received any message from you,“ you shook your head. His eyes widened.

„I left you a letter. And… at least a dozen messages….“

„I went to the base an hour after you hadn’t shown up and talked to your Superior. He only told me that you left earlier. There was no message.“

His jaw tensed as he took a deep breath, his eyes darkening for a moment.

„I left you a letter that explained everything. I gave it to him weeks before I even left because I wanted you to have a way to contact me. It had Santi’s and Will’s number. Because I am not allowed to carry a cellphone.“

Sucking your bottom lip in you looked at him.

„Why would he not give me your messages if you left them for me?“ You questioned.

His face fell and he groaned.

„His fucking daughter. Fuck, I can’t believe this…“ He turned around, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

„Santi!“ He yelled and you almost jumped at the tone of his voice.

The door opened and Santiago walked in, looking a little… wild. His hair a wild mess and… was that lipstick on his lips?

„Your majesty?“ He asked and your could see Frankie roll his eyes. You caught Lisa in the hallways behind Santi with big eyes. You chuckled to yourself.

„I want General Lopez and his daughter here first thing in the morning,“ he hissed and Santi’s eyebrow raised.

„Fucker never gave my messages to her,“ Frankie explained and Santi sighed as he looked at you.

„I will get right to it,“ he promised. He turned around and closed the door behind him.

„I should have known…. I should have tried harder,“ Frankie shook his head, his fingers rubbing over his temple.

Slowly you approached him.

Sure, he could have tried to get in touch with you somehow. But… you couldn’t even imagine how much his life must have changed in a matter of hours. Not that you weren’t hurt how things went, but… you could at least understand him.

Carefully you brought your hand up to rest on his shoulder.

He looked at you.

„I missed you so much,“ he whispered.

„Yeah?“ You asked. He nodded.

„Even though there are now always people around me, I feel so alone. I always felt so alone. But not with you. Never with you,“ he turned around so he was standing in front of you.

„I missed you too. Every single day,“ you said, tears lingering in your eyes.

His forehead came to rest against yours as he pulled you into a hug. The big clock in the room began to ring, the clock striking midnight.

„Happy birthday Frankie,“ you whispered.

Ever so slowly you pressed your lips against his.

„Tell me everything?“ You asked.

He smiled.

Things went very fast after that night.

It turned around General Lopez had indeed not given a single message Frankie left to you because he was hoping that Frankie fell for his his daughter, who was in line to be Frankie’s wife and future queen.

He just hadn’t counted on how deeply Frankie had fallen in love with you.

You had spend the whole night talking. After he had gotten out of his uniform he had taken you to his private quarters that fell much more like Frankie.

He told you about growing up in this palace, knowing that he was next in line for the throne. How every single relationship he had in the past only was about getting what they wanted, which was power or money, but never him. Frankie. They wanted Alejandro Carlos Francisco Sanchez Morales The Third, or now King Alejandro the third.

That was the reason, he was so hesitant to tell you. Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he was scared it would change something between you.

It took a while to realise that the man you heard singing „Everytime we touch“ under the shower in the morning while he ran late for work, was now a king of a whole country.

Your weekend trip became a lot more serious once Frankie told you he loved you and asked you to stay on the day after you arrived first at the palace.

He did not want to waste any more time pretending he wasn’t in love with you and… you didn’t want that either.

So you stayed.

In separate rooms in the palace at first.

Not that you slept in separate beds even one day after you arrived.

But the King having his girlfriend move into his quarters right away apparently wasn’t a good look. You learned much about the royal protocol in the weeks after you arrived.

Part of you wanted to let him grovel for you for a while, but you knew from the start that you wanted him back in your life.

You didn’t want to waste any more time apart from him.

Almost four months later Frankie asked you to marry him and you said yes.

There would be a huge royal wedding in the next spring, the planning already under way. There was talk to combine his official coronation with the wedding, but two months was apparently too little time to plan it. Your dress alone would take half a year to make. The times of ordering your clothes online were officially over.

You had a stylist now.

And responsibilities.

Because you would become the Queen of San Senova in the coming year.

Which is how you found yourself here, wearing a deep green floor length gown, your back leaning against a wall, next to a room full of people who were waiting to officially see the new King.

The new King who was on his knees in front of you, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder, your dress carefully held up as he licked into you.

Your hands were pressed against the wall behind you, trying to stop yourself from running them through his hair.

„Frankie,“ you whimpered quietly, your head falling back against the wall.

He had pulled you into this room not five minutes ago, both of you not really having seen each other more than in passing in the last four days.

Which was apparently too much time.

You could hear the people cheering outside of the palace as they waited.

„Don’t let the people wait, my love. Cum for your King,“ he grinned before he sucked your clit into his mouth and you came with a quiet gasp, your legs shaking.

„You’re a fucking menace,“ you sighed and you felt him chuckle against you, before he carefully slipped your panties back and kissed you thigh.

A knock on the door, someone reminding you that it was time, let you both jump before you laughed to yourselves.

He put your leg back to the floor as he got up, standing in front of you.

„How do I look?“ He asked and you smiled, bringing your hands up to brush over his shoulders.

„Majestic,“ you smiled and he kissed you softly. He took his hand, wanting to exit the room with you when you stopped him.

He frowned.

„You have….. me all over you….“ You mumbled and he licked his lips.

„Just how I like it,“ he winked before he opened the door, pulling you through it.

And minutes later Frankie stood on the balcony, wearing his crown, waving to his people as their new crowned King, while he held your hand.

Looking at you he gave you a small wink before he kissed you softly in front of thousands of people who cheered both his and your name.

Not knowing what their King was up to not only ten minutes ago.

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CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario: Once you agree to Kyojuro's request, you gather with Kagaya and the other Hashira to share your decision to retire early. But as you spend time with Kyojuro, you start noticing some changes in his behavior. You can't help but wonder, did you make a big mistake? He's your husband, after all. Surely, he wouldn't try to control or manipulate you. Maybe he's just worried about your safety and wants the best for you, right?

- Two Endings

A month had passed since I laid down my sword for the last time. I've spent my time at the Rengoku Estate as I had anticipated, assisting Senjuro with chores and cooking, while striving to earn Shinjuro's favor.

However, it all felt sluggish my days stretched out, feeling so unproductive.

Kyojuro was called on a mission far away, and he's been gone for almost two weeks now. I find myself overcome with loneliness, feeling hollow inside.

When I wasn't busy helping Senjuro, I often took walks and started getting into reading, though lately, I've found myself drawn to books on swordsmanship and battle techniques. It might seem pointless now, but it's all I have to occupy my mind.

Many times, I caught myself pacing around the estate, practicing fighting stances or swinging an imaginary sword, earning some strange looks from anyone nearby.

But I couldn't bring myself to share any of this with Kyojuro. I wanted him to believe I had moved on from being a demon slayer. Instead, I painted a picture of focusing on myself and preparing for the prospect of starting a family.

I've been writing to him almost every day since he left, keeping him updated on what's been happening back home and just checking in on him.

He says his mission has been successful so far, and he should be home very soon, which is good news. It's difficult to fully embrace retirement when the person you did it for isn't even here to enjoy it with you.

Today has been particularly slow. All I've done is help water the plants outside and dive deeper into my books. Shinjuro has been in his room, drinking, while Senjuro has been practicing his writing inside. And here I am, sitting under this same tree, reading the same book on breathing techniques for the past three hours...

However, my entire mood shifted the moment I heard the cawing of a crow announcing Kyojuro's return from his mission. He was finally home.

I could feel the excitement as I watched him walk through the gates of the estate, his big, bright eyes and fiery hair a welcome sight.

It didn't take long for him to spot me, as he quickly ran up and grabbed me, spinning me around in his arms.

"I've missed you so much, my little flame!" His booming voice was a comforting sound to hear in this moment.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he held me.

"I missed you so much, Kyo." It didn't take long for that hollow feeling I had earlier to finally disappear.

After he finally put me down, he pulled away to get a better look at me, scanning me up and down with his usual happy smile.

"You look so beautiful, my dear. Retirement seems to be treating you well already!"

"Oh, do you really think so?"

"Of course, sunflower. It's good to finally see you dressed casually and enjoying yourself at home. One of the main reasons my mission was such a success was because I wasn't worried about you. I knew you would be here waiting for me when I returned. I knew you would be safe."

I almost felt guilty. Since he left, I've been so bored out of my mind, stuck here at the estate, but if it’s really helping by keeping his mind at ease while he’s away I guess I don’t mind.

"How are you doing, my love? I know writing in letters can only reveal so much. Are you really okay?"

His voice softened, and his smile grew gentler. My heart raced at the sound. No matter how much time passed, I was still as in love and attracted to Kyojuro as I was the first time we met.

"Yes, I'm doing great. Senjuro and I have been quite productive lately. We even discussed setting up a small vegetable garden in the yard to reduce our trips to the village market." I forced a happy smile onto my face.

"That's wonderful news! I'm so happy you're finally making this old place your own." He then pulled me into another hug, burying me in his chest.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth—that I was bored and missed the core and all my comrades and friends. They had all become so busy with work that I went from seeing them every day to never at all, so quickly.

As I relaxed into his embrace, I felt his body tense slightly. He pulled away from me slowly, his expression puzzled.

"Sunflower... what is it you're reading?"

I glanced behind me to see my book still lying on the ground, its cover exposed. It was just a book, surely not that significant.

"Oh, that's just an old breathing technique book I found in the study room. I thought it looked the most interesting out of the available options."

He looked at me for a moment, then took my hands in his, holding them tightly.

"My love, if you had told me you wanted to read, I would have gladly bought you as many books as you wanted. You don't need to waste your time sitting and reading about attacks and breathing techniques anymore." His voice was filled with concern.

Little did he know, I chose this book specifically to occupy my mind. If I couldn't fight anymore, the least I could do was read about it.

"That's sweet of you, Kyo, but honestly, I don't mind."

His smile returned somewhat, and he moved his hands to hold my shoulders, gently leading me back to the main part of the estate.

"Let's get you inside, my love. I'll tell you all about my mission!"

I allowed him to guide me back, passing Senjuro on the way.

"Go ahead, little flame. I need to have a word with Senjuro."

I observe as he starts walking toward his younger brother; they engage in conversation, and I begin to make my way indoors.

Despite my initial intention to leave, a strange hesitation washes over me. I linger by the doorframe, eavesdropping on their discussion.

Senjuro's voice reaches me first. "Welcome home, brother. How was your mission?"

"It went smoothly. I'm relieved to be back," he responds, pausing briefly.

"Senjuro, how's Y/N? Have you noticed anything unusual about her lately?" My ears perk up at the mention of my name.

"Y/N? She seems fine, I suppose. She's been quite helpful with chores around here," Senjuro replies.

"I see. Have you noticed her reading more?" he probes further.

"I think so. Though I'm not sure what she's been reading," Senjuro admits.

"I see. Please, keep an eye on her for me, Senjuro. I'm concerned," Kyojuro says, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Concerned about her reading?" Senjuro's confusion is evident.

"No, just in general."

With that, I turned away from the door, deciding it was best to stop listening in.

Why would Kyojuro worry about me? I'm safe at home, just like he wanted. Wasn't that the whole point of being here? To ease his mind?

I can feel a mix of frustration brewing inside me, and I'm not sure if it's aimed at Kyojuro or myself. I've always prided myself on my swordsmanship, setting high goals and pushing myself hard to protect others and find purpose.

But now, I can't even enjoy reading a book about what I love without making my husband worry.

I step into the kitchen, ready to get a head start on preparing dinner. Gathering the cooking utensils and spices, I realize all that's left is to chop some of the vegetables.

As I rinse them off, I notice we're short on a few key ingredients.

My garden plans with Senjuro would have been perfect right now. Looks like I'll have to make another trip to the market.

Letting out a small sigh, I tidy up and head towards the door to slip on my shoes. Honestly, I could use some fresh air. I feel guilty leaving knowing Kyojuro just got here, but I think he’d much rather dinner be super good than complain about me stepping out.

I had a stranger Lingering feeling. There's something about his smile that feels off, like there's a hidden pressure behind it. Why?

As I'm slipping on my shoes, I sense someone standing over me.

"Where are you off to, sunflower?" Kyojuro inquires.

"Just getting a head start on dinner and realized we're missing a few things. I was about to run to the market," I reply.

"Hurry back to me, my love. You know I don't like it when you're away." His warm smile could melt anyone's heart.

He plants a kiss on my cheek before heading back into the other room.

As much as I adore him and miss him, I need just a moment alone to think right now.

As I make my way to the village, I pick up some vegetables, meat, and a few other things we need for the estate. On my way back, I spot Tengen and his wives. They seem to notice me too, especially Makio, who starts waving enthusiastically in my direction.

I walk over to them, feeling happy to finally see some familiar faces. It feels like it's been ages since we last caught up.

“Y/N, it's good to see you," Tengen greets warmly.

“How have you been? We haven’t seen you in forever!” Makio cries out excitedly.

"I've been well, how are all of you?"

"We've been doing just great," he responds.

"How's, uh, retirement?" Hina asks with a half smile.

"Oh, retirement has been... great," I reply, attempting to sound convincing, though I'm not entirely sure I believe it myself.

Tengen lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Sorry, but it's just so hard to believe. You had one of the flashiest breathing styles and trained almost every day, only to retire before becoming a Hashira. I just always thought you were too stubborn to quit so early.”

Hina shoots him a quick glare.

But it's all true; Tengen and his wives have been around since before the beginning of my and Kyojuro’s relationship, training with us, going on missions, and even just hanging out together casually.

They exchange silent glances for a moment and I notice Tengen’s expression change into a more serious one.

"Y/N, Kyojuro is one of my closest friends, and it's really not my place, but... do you think maybe you decided all that just a tad too quickly?" Tengen sounds more sincere this time.

"I mean, you were on your way to becoming a Hashira yourself," Suma adds.

Taking a deep breath, I realize they're right, but I already knew that. I wasn’t the one they should be lecturing in this scenario. I never wanted to retire; I just wanted to make Kyojuro happy.

"I promise. This is a decision I've made. I want to settle down and start a family with Kyo. I wouldn’t want to risk going out on a mission and dying before having that opportunity," I assert.

Though they still seem unconvinced, Tengen puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Kyojuro's a lucky man to have someone who cares about him so much. However, I think you should stay in tune with your training for now.”

“You are still so young, Y/N! It’s always possible that once you have children, you could potentially want to come out of retirement. Maybe be a trainer for young slayers!” Makio adds with a hopeful tone.

Suddenly, my spirits lift. They were right. Just because I retire now doesn’t mean I can’t come out of retirement in a few years. As long as I keep training at home, I should be fine!

“I suppose you are all right. I will definitely keep training. I’m sure Kyo will think that’s a great idea.”

“That’s the spirit. I’m glad we got to run into you,” Tengen says with his usual smile.

“I’m glad I got to see all of you. I promise I’ll try to make an effort to come around more.”

“That sounds perfect,” Hina exclaimed.

After we exchange our goodbyes, I watch them walk off together, smiling and talking.

A wave of realization and relief washes over me. Maybe retirement didn’t have to be as bad as I was making it out to be.

Upon finally arriving back at the estate, I walked up to the entrance with a smile on my face.

I recalled there was a book in the study that taught some solo hand-to-hand combat techniques, perfect for practicing alone. I made a mental note to pick it up once I returned and start reading it after dinner.

As I entered, Senjuro greeted me with a warm smile.

“Welcome back, Y/N. I’ll finish up dinner since you went out of your way to get everything,” he offered kindly.

“Oh, you don’t have to do all that. I don’t mind,” I replied.

“I insist. You haven’t seen my brother for a while now, and I think he could use your company,” he chuckled nervously.

I hesitated for a second.

“Okay, only if you're sure,” I said, handing over the basket of food and supplies I had bought from the market.

He headed off to the kitchen, leaving me in the entryway, so I decided to make my way to our bedroom, shared by Kyojuro and me.

As I entered, I noticed he had changed out of his uniform into his more casual attire.

He looked at me with a kind smile on his face.

“I see you made it back safely,” he said, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

He buried his face into the side of my neck, kissing it softly.

I felt myself shiver at his touch. He seemed so gentle and loving right now. I had truly missed him so much these past few weeks.

I gently ran my fingers through his fiery hair as I spoke, "I ran into Tengen and his wives at the market."

He pulled away slightly to look at me, his arms still wrapped around my waist.

"Really? Were they happy to see you?" he asked with a big smile.

"Yes, they were. We hadn't realized it had been so long since we all saw each other."

Kyojuro appeared to be deep in thought. "I suppose you're right. It has been a while since all of us got together. I should arrange for us to have dinner sometime!" he exclaimed happily.

I couldn't help but smile. "Yes, I think that would be lovely."

"What else did you all talk about? You were gone for quite some time," he inquired.

I debated telling him about their suggestion that I should consider keeping up with training and possibly coming out of retirement, but ultimately decided against it.

"Tengen was just telling me about a mission he had gone on recently. Nothing too crazy," I replied.

Kyojuro seemed satisfied with this answer. Why would I lie? I've never had any reason to lie to him before.

"That's great, sunflower. I'm happy you finally got to see some company. You seem so happy!" he remarked, his affection evident in his tone.

We lingered in each other's embrace for a few more moments until Senjuro's voice rang out, announcing that dinner was ready.

Hand in hand, we made our way to the table. Upon arrival, we found Senjuro had already set the table and prepared everything. Surprisingly, Shinjuro was already seated, wearing his usual drunken scowl, but he remained mostly silent.

As we ate, Kyojuro attempted to share details about his recent mission with his father, but received only silence and grunts in response. Despite years of trying, it seemed Kyojuro still sought his father's approval.

It felt kind of pointless to expect anything from Shinjuro. Even though I ended up spending more time with him than with Kyojuro lately, I just kept my distance. Honestly, I think he might even appreciate it.

After a few minutes of listening to Kyojuro, Shinjuro got up and was the first to leave the table, retreating to his room.

Though Kyojuro seemed disappointed, he maintained his neutral smile as he also began to wrap up his meal.

Once we had all finished eating, I stood up to collect the dishes for washing and putting away. However, Senjuro insisted on taking care of everything himself.

Feeling a bit defeated, I abandoned the task and decided to head to the study to grab that training book.

However, upon arrival, I was met with an unsettling sight. All the books were gone, every shelf completely empty...

As I made my way back to my room, confusion swirled within me like never before.

Upon entering, I found Kyojuro already preparing for sleep. His eyes brightened at the sight of me, and he gestured for me to join him under the covers of the futon.

Crawling in beside him, he enveloped me in his arms, pulling me close. With my head against his chest, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me.

"Kyojuro," I speak up.

"What is it, little flame?" He asks planting a kiss on the top of my head.

"What happened to all the books in the study?"

I sense a slight tension in his body at the question.

"I'm not sure, my love. Perhaps father had them moved. I'll make sure to get you some new books soon," he reassures me.

I stay silent, convinced by his explanation. What other reason could there be? Surely, Kyojuro doesn't attach much importance to old books collecting dust for years.

As I lay nestled in Kyo's arms, I feel the weight of exhaustion settling in. His breathing slows, It won't be long before sleep overtakes us both.

A week had passed, and the books still hadn't reappeared. I'd given up on getting a response out of Shinjuro. And it seemed that Senjuro wasn't even aware of their disappearance, which was even stranger.

So here I was again, under the same tree, rereading the same book for the third time.

Despite this, it was a beautiful day. The sky was bright and the air was refreshing. It would have been a shame not to enjoy it.

With Kyojuro gone early this morning for a hashira meeting, it's just me now, left to ponder my thoughts. I can't help but recall what Tengen and his wives said about keeping up with training.

Honestly, with my doting husband always around, their advice slipped my mind. But now, with some time to myself, I figure it's a good opportunity to get some practice in.

I don't have the exact combat training books I'd like, but I'll make do with what I remember from my days in the core.

Grabbing a wooden sword that Kyojuro and Senjuro sometimes use.

My target? A nearby tree. I start off slow, practicing basic strikes and focusing on my footwork. It's a few hours of intense concentration, but it feels amazing. I didn't realize how much I missed this, the feeling of swinging a sword, the rush of adrenaline with each move. It's like finding a piece of myself I forgot was missing.

My excitement fades as I notice a looming shadow, revealing Kyojuro standing there. Still in his uniform, he must have just returned from the meeting. His expression is stern, arms crossed in clear disapproval.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" His voice is cold, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I was just... training a bit," I reply nervously.

"Training? Training for what?" He begins to approach me, his demeanor serious.

For some reason, I instinctively start to back up as he approaches me. Before I know it, my back is against the tree I was just practicing on.

He closes the distance between us, his face inches from mine. This side of Kyojuro is unfamiliar to me; he appears downright angry.

"Why are you doing this, sunflower? You're inactive in the core, retired. There's absolutely no reason for you to pick up a sword and train again," his voice is harsh.

"I just thought that maybe if I stayed in shape and continued training a bit, perhaps in the future I could come out of retirement. Maybe even help train new slayers coming out of final selection," I suggest.

- Ending One (Positive fluff)

He gazes at me, his expression filled with confusion. “Sunflower, why would you want that? I thought the whole point of you wanting to retire was to be at home with me, to start a family together.”

Taking a deep breath, I realize I need to be honest and ip front with him now. Kyojuro is my husband, and if he truly loves me, he'll understand.

Slowly, I reach out and take his hand, bringing it up to rest against my chest.

“Kyojuro, I love you more than anything, and I want to start a family and be with you more than anything. But I also have to pursue the things that make me happy. Fighting alongside you and our friends has always been one of those things,” I explain, hoping he'll see my perspective.

His eyes soften, and I can tell he feels guilty for not considering my happiness more deeply.

"I'm still scared, Y/N. I'm scared of losing the love of my life, my wife. If you continue being a demon slayer, there will be times when I won't be able to protect you. Times when you'll be in situations where you'll have to fight to the death to defend yourself," he admits, his voice filled with worry.

He's right. There will be moments when I'll have to risk my life for the sake of others. But that's exactly why I signed up for this. That's what I want to do, with him by my side.

Gently, I lift his hand to my lips and place a kiss on his knuckles, mirroring the affection he always shows me.

"I'll fight until my last breath for a life without demons, so that hopefully someday us and our children can live the life we deserve," I declare softly.

He removes his hand from mine placing is on my cheek. His gaze loving and caring now.

“You never cease to set my heart ablaze little flame. You always make me remember that powerful spirit I fell in love with. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for being so selfish.”

It makes me feel better that he also acknowledges how he’s been acting lately. It makes me feel more validated that I wasn’t completely going crazy. And still I forgive him.

I know Kyojuro’s heart, I know how pure and kind it is, and I know he would never do anything to harm me or keep me alway from something I’m so passionate about.

He pulls me into his embrace wrapping his arms protectively around me.

“I want you to be happy my love, it was wrong of me to try and control someone as amazing as you. I will do everything I can to support and protect you. Wether it’s here at home, or out on the battle field.”

His words melt my heart.

He removes his hand from mine, placing it gently on my cheek. His gaze softens, filled with love and care.

"You never fail to ignite my heart, little flame. You always remind me of the powerful spirit I fell in love with. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for being so selfish," he confesses.

His acknowledgment of his recent behavior brings me some comfort. It validates my feelings and assures me that I'm not imagining things. And yet, I find it in my heart to forgive him.

I know Kyojuro's heart, its purity and kindness. I trust that he would never intentionally harm me or stand in the way of my passions.

Pulling me into his embrace, he wraps his arms protectively around me.

"I want nothing more than your happiness, my love. It was wrong of me to try to control someone as incredible as you. I'll do everything in my power to support and protect you, whether it's here at home or out on the battlefield," he promises.

This was the man I fell in love with, the man I vowed to spend my dying days with. I’m certain that I made the right decision.

- Ending Two (Angsty Smut)

He shakes his head. "No. No way. If you're going to stay retired, then you need to stay retired. That was the deal. I won't risk losing you. You're far too precious to me." His tone is softer now, but still firm.

"But why can't I just practice for a bit?"

"Because this isn't what you want. You don't actually want this. It's not your passion. This is only because of your past life." He's more serious than ever.

"What's so wrong with me wanting to stay sharp?"

"You're supposed to be focusing on your future and your new life with me! And you can't do that if you keep holding onto your past. It's not a part of who you are anymore."

His words strike me. Was it so bad that I wanted to practice and maybe eventually come back?

"This is the last thing we're going to discuss. As a Hashira, I have the authority to confiscate your weapon, so hand it over. From this point forward, I will not tolerate you engaging in anything remotely related to demon slaying."

I reluctantly hand over my wooden sword. My heart drops, and tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"Y/N. I'm sorry, my love, but this is for the best. It's only because I love you." His voice softens, his expression more forgiving.

I'm filled with anger. Why is he acting like this? Why doesn't he want to fight alongside me anymore? Balancing our relationship and our profession is tough, but plenty of people make it work.

Why does he seem to think it's impossible for me to fight? I am strong. I've always been strong.

His thumb brushes away a tear from my eye as I lift my head to look at him.

This time, his expression changes.

He leans in close to my ear and whispers, "If you won't listen to me, I'll just have to give you a reason to stay off your feet."

A shiver runs down my spine as his lips meet mine, his hands holding my hips firmly in place.

Before I know it, he's lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me back into the estate.

“Kyo, put me down! Let's just talk!” I protest, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

He takes me to our bedroom and pins me down on the futon.

“There’s nothing more to say, sunflower. If I can't keep you from fighting anymore, maybe having a child will,” he says, his voice tinged with desire.

I open my mouth to speak, but his lips on mine cut me off. His tongue pushes its way inside, making its way around my mouth.

I try to pull away, but his hands hold my head in place, and the taste of his mouth is overwhelming.

When he finally pulls away, I'm breathless.

He leans in, kissing and biting at my neck. His hands move down my body, grabbing and squeezing my breasts and my waist.

I let out a small whimper as he sucks and bites at my skin.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers brush against my entrance through my clothes.

He pulls away to look at me. "Already so wet for me, and we've barely done anything. Were you doing all of this to make me angry on purpose?”

My face burns with embarrassment, but I can't help but crave his touch.

He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, staring into my eyes with a mischievous smile.

"You want this, don't you, sunflower?" He asks as his free hand caresses my face.

I nod desperately, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Then beg for it," he commands, his loving voice contested his actions.

"Please, Kyo, please I need it. I need you."

He releases his grip on my wrists and moves to undo his pants.

"There’s my little flame."

He lines himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing himself inside.

I try not to tense, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate him.

He lets out a low groan, his warm breath tickling my ear.

He waits for a moment before beginning to thrust into me, each movement deeper than the last.

I gasp and moan beneath him, gripping his shoulders.

He lets out a groan as he bottoms out.

"Mine," he whispers before placing a kiss on my forehead.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He begins to move again, thrusting harder and faster. I'm filled with so much pleasure that I'm seeing stars.

I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, but just before I can finish, he stops.

"Kyo, please, I need it." I whine.

"Not yet, my love.” he replies, his voice heavy with lust.

He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied.

He flips me over and pushes my head into the pillow, my ass now in the air.

"Don't worry, little flame, I'm not finished with you just yet."

He enters me again, gripping my hips tightly as he pounds into me from behind.

"I can't wait to have you pregnant. You're going to look so beautiful."

He reaches a hand around to rub my clit, bringing me even closer to my peak.

I try to hold back my moans and he touches me. His words only make me feel hotter.

I can feel myself getting closer once again, and he seems to notice as well.

"Do you want to finish, my love?"

"Yes, yes please," I beg.

He increases the speed of his thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside of me.

I can feel myself approaching the edge again, and he continues to push me towards it.

"I'm going to fill you up, my love. Make you mine.”

His thrusts grow more erratic as he reaches his peak, releasing deep inside of me.

I collapse onto the futon , completely exhausted.

Kyojuro rolls off me and lays beside me, pulling me into his chest. I cuddled into him.

"We're going to be so happy, Y/N. Just you, me, and our child. Everything is going to be perfect," he reassures me, running his fingers through my hair.

I'm too tired to respond, so I just listen to the sound of his heartbeat and his breathing.

"I love you, sunflower. No matter what, you're mine.”

Sorry this one took me so long to get out, I hope you all enjoyed it! I’d love to hear your feedback!

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hilsoncrater · 3 months

Note

"no hints were dropped" ok not to be that person but here are the hints that were dropped regarding Colin and Trent being gay:

1. Colin mentioning Grindr in a joke

2. Trent touching the arm of a man in the background

Here is one of the hints that Keeley was bi (even though I do believe she's been canonically bi since season 1, but not everyone sees it this way)

1. Her desktop background was in the colors of the bisexual flag

Here were some of the hints that Ted was bi:

1. Bisexual flag colored triangles above his head in the hallucination sequence

2. Inverted pink triangle next to him in that same sequence (and you can't tell me the creators didn't know, when the Homomonument is based on that symbol)

3. Countless (countless!!!) comments about men's physiques ("huge muscular thighs all caked in mud", whistling at a picture of Pep, "look at that head of hair", "he's strong", "he looks like a Rodin sculpture in cleats", etc.)

4. About a man (Higgins) and a woman (Rebecca), he had to say: "that's a crowd I don't mind being smack-dab in the middle of"

5. Him checking Trent out in the pub in 2x07 (his eyes are up there, Ted!)

6. "It could go either way", "I contain multitudes" and other comments in this vein

7. Bi lighting as he entered the Yankee Doodle Burger Barn

8. Giving similar looks to the female waitress and the male waiters in that restaurant (including a waiter in a cowboy costume that looked like he belonged in a gay club, who tipped his hat at Ted when greeting him)

9. "That's cause you were put into a box", "That box ceases to exist today", the box in the hallucination sequence breaking into triangles (as in the bi triangles and the inverted pink triangke), "we've been playing too rigid", "our guys need freedom", "fast, fluid, free, with full support", the "box that one needs to break out of" being a prominent motif in season 3

10. Wishing Beard called him pet names ("Honey, is that an ingredient or something you just called me?")

11. His crush on Pep

12. The connection between Ted and Colin: "my whole life is two lives, really", both wearing orange in Sunflowers, "I just want to kiss my fella" (Colin doesn't say "fella" , but Ted says it all the time), Ted just needs to get inspired and Colin's play is "inspirational" after he comes out, as per the commentators

And so much other stuff that, had Ted not self-identified as straight (*cough* put himself into a box *cough cough*) , you could make the case that he was canonically bi.

Here are some of hints that there was a romantic connection between Ted and Trent:

1. They hit a lot of romantic beats, and not in the jokey self-aware way in which Roy and Ted hit them in "Rainbow", but in an organic and sincere way

2. They both checked each other out: Trent checked Ted out when Ted was changing in front of him, Ted checked Trent out when Trent came up to him in a pub and hit him with a pick-up line while his date that looked a lot like Ted waited for him outside

3. Did I mention that Trent was on a date with a moustachioed man who dressed in a similar style to Ted? Let's mention it again

4. In that very bar, during a 50 second long conversation, Trent managed to say the word "love" three times. I searched the word "love" in the transcripts of the episodes. There's no other instance in which its frequency is this high

5. "Love our chats" incomplete rule of threes

6. "Sport, it's quite the metaphor" (implied: a metaphor for love; see also "love's a beautiful game" from the song Ed Sheeran wrote for Ted Lasso), "Also makes for a heck of a nickname", "Good night, Ted", "Good night, sport"

7. The soft, romantic, melancholic song playing in the background of this scene, while Ted and Trent are the last ones left in the office, with lyrics such as "When your words begin to crumble like the sidewalks all around this crummy neighborhood / From the chalky cliffs of Dover / I'd come over, I'd start over if I could"

8. Trent wearing sunflower colors in the episode "Sunflowers" and in the finale; sunflowers symbolize Ted's home (it's not subtle). He's the only character dressed like that. I'm still looking for any other explanation other than "Trent is Ted's home"

9. Their constant flirting and the way they look at each other with incredible fondness

10. The entire episode "The Strings That Bind Us". It's structured around Ted and Trent's relationship, and the way Trent changed because of Ted (in season 2, Ted defined a soulmate as someone who changes your life forever). The red string metaphor. Ted points out that soulmates are connected by a string tied to their little fingers. Ted and Trent both extend their little fingers out in similar shots. They are connected by a huge block of red in their last scene of the episode. Ted makes several comments about other men that apply to Trent ("Look at that head of hair", "Frames his face nicely", "My favorite one, he was clean shaven"). Many more details that lead back to Ted and Trent: Nate tells the restaurant owner to tell Jade he said "Hello". Immediately after, Ted and Trent say "Hello" to each other. The map that Nate's father used to ask out his mom has the number 1.3 written on it and an illustration of two people at a table in a restaurant. Ted and Trent went to a restaurant together in season 1, episode 3. The last scene of the episode mimics a "Race for Love" scene from a romcom, with Trent chasing after Ted. Trent also does not say a word to anyone other than Ted in the entire episode. He is completely focused on Ted

11. "Trent, what do you love? Is it writing?" and Trent ends up writing a book about Ted and naming the manuscript after Ted and he only cares about Ted's opinion on it (he leaves the room when Beard starts reading, but stays in the office after hours just to watch Ted read. "I just wanted you to like it.")

11. Trent's crush on Ted, confirmed by Jimmy Lance (and also obvious in the show, if you ask me)

Now, why would I believe that none of these hints were intentional? Maybe some could be explained away, but all of them? The hints we got for Colin, Trent and Keeley were so much smaller than this, and those turned out to be intentional.

anon i wish i could offer you the response you deserve, but i cannot stop rereading this masterpiece & focusing on the portions of evidence you provided that i didn't even pick up on until you laid them out. holy shit

#IM LOSING MY MIND????? HOLY SHIT #anon you provided a THESIS STATEMENT #kissing you on the forehead & sending you flowers & baking your favorite bread #ted lasso #tedtrent #tedependent #trent crimm #there's also the casablanca references between them #& the way in amsterdam trent says there's a van gogh museum night. and where does ted wind up? at the van gogh museum looking at sunflowers #their arcs are foils too. both got divorced around the same time. both have one kid (ted has a boy and trent has a girl)#trent left his wife meanwhile michelle left ted #trent is happier post-divorce meanwhile ted struggles with the loss #there's the wizard of oz motif too and who wears red shoes? trent. it's subtle but he wears what look like red heeled shoes #speaking of shoes....the cheetah print motif is also present with trent #'hes our dork' and ted's fond gaze as he watches trent disappear #there's SO MUCH there dude SO MUCH

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IRL

Part 3 @han_shot_first

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance. Javi is adorable, be warned. Things get spicy.

Part 2

“Girasol,” he whispers; voice husky. Your knees go a little watery not only from the want in Javi’s voice for you but for the sweet nickname, sunflower.

His warm, plush lips taste your mouth, chin, and neck. Tickling behind your ear, you had never kissed anyone with a mustache or much facial hair. It tickles and rasps over your soft skin deliciously, especially your neck, causing your shoulder to jump with a smiling gasp.

Being pressed against the wall was also new to you like this gorgeous man can't get enough of you and needs to be as close as he can possibly get. One hand is cradling your jaw; the other travels from your hip under your sweater, where he has found that the dress is sleeveless. He hums, pleased by his discovery. You try not to feel emotional and keep the thought - thank you. Thank you for being attracted to me, even though… inside your head. But it brings up some tears that you blink away.

The moment you open your eyes, the lights flicker, signaling you to return to the theater.

“Javi?”

“Hmmm?” He murmurs, distracted by devouring your neck.

“The next film-”

He pulls away as the lights flicker again.

“We will pick this up back at the hotel,” he rumbles.

Javi takes your hand and leads the way to the theater. Since you are among the last to sit, Javi looks and tugs you toward the back of the theater. He noticed your glassy eyes when he pulled away. He wonders if he overstepped.

After you settle into your seat-

“I'm sorry,” Javi looks at you with his puppiest eyes.

“For?”

“Well, I- for,” Javi struggles. “ Maybe I was too forward, and now we don't have good se-”

You smile; Javi really is the sweetest.

“Javi, I have never been so turned on in my life,” you murmur in his ear, and his face breaks into a broad smile, his eyes dancing.

While the rest of the day flies and is more fun than you've had in a long time, every once and a while, you get a little in your head when hobnobbing with “the beautiful people.” But somehow, Javi seems to feel it every time, and he brings you closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, murmuring a sweet check-in.

Online, late at night, you would talk and talk, and you thought you felt a tension in the last month before planning to meet, but you always half-heartedly dismissed it. And when you saw his picture, you wholeheartedly dismissed it. How can someone like him…but here you both are. He doesn't even see the other women. Javi has at least one hand on you at all times. Holding your hand or on your thigh with his thumb chasing little circles during the films and Q&As, his arm wrapped around your waist during intermission. This new layer to your relationship is exciting, if a little scary.

All you have been thinking about since the alcove is getting back to the hotel, but as Javi checks you both in, your traitorous brain starts to race; you know Javi is a good guy, he would never just presume, and if you put on the brakes he would respect that…but now that it's here. It's not that you don't want to; you want to, by the gods, do you. But what if he doesn't like what he sees when you are, quite literally, laid bare?

Javi returns with the key cards, his stomach knots in new and exciting ways.

“It's a two-bedroom penthouse suite,”he murmurs, primarily to his feet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot, “I got them before - but you know, if you don't - I mean, if we-”

Javi doesn't know what you are thinking. But he can easily see the anxiety scrawled across you. But he doesn't know what has you in this state—

Watching him, you can see his effort. To keep you comfortable, respecting your boundaries, and he keeps showing you he is attracted to you, all of you.

So you tell your liar of a brain to shut up for once, and your first finger goes gently under his chin, tipping his head to look at you.

“Javi? Please take me upstairs.”

This is when Javi’s brain short circuits.

The penthouse is, of course, gorgeous, just as Javi hoped. There’s a fireplaced living room, with the spread of chocolate-covered strawberries, soft cheeses, warm crusty bread, and the champagne he asked for on a coffee table.

“Javi! This is, does this just come with penthouse suites or…”

“There are always, well, ‘amenities,’ but um, I asked for your favorites.”

“When?”

“As soon as you said you’d come to visit.”

“But-”

“I know it was a little bold of me, but I - sort of had this big plan to try to win your heart this weekend. But like I said, I got two rooms, I wasn’t, you know, ‘expecting something’,” All of this comes out in a rush, but Javi takes a breath and slows down, his eyes taking in your lovely face.

“‘Han Shot First’, I’ve been having feelings for you for a long, long time.”

It's your face’s turn to warm, as romantic as his nickname Girasol is, as beautiful as it makes you feel... There's something about him using your url handle at this moment - the name he knew before he had seen your picture… You fling your arms around him, and without hesitation, his mouth seals to yours. His hand goes to your cardigan, peeling it off. Before you can have another wave of anxiety, the groan Javi lets loose as his hands run up and down your upper arms and around your back settles your qualms. He presses you as close to him as he can without occupying the same space, thus defying the laws of physics.

“Girasol”, Javi murmurs. “I can't believe how lucky I am.”

His hands rove your back, hips, and backside. You keep beating back your traitorous brain, so you can just enjoy how this feels. He likes everything he's touching.

One of his hands comes to the side of your face, holding you tight in his kiss.

“May I undress you?”

Javi begins unbuttoning your dress, his hands so sure at every button. He pulls back the top of the dress off your shoulders, and his needy kisses travel from one to the other, stopping to enjoy your collarbones and the hollow of your throat. Then he lets the dress fall, a circle at your feet. You slip his blue blazer off his shoulders and start unbuttoning his shirt. You peek back at his face to see adoration.

You nod, and the look he gave you in the alcove returns causes a pleasant zing in your lower belly.

Javi becomes impatient and brings his arms hurriedly out of his sleeves, and pulls you against him once more, his arms wrapped around your waist. With urgent kisses, he walks you backward until your calves hit the bed.

Giving a yip as you drop onto it, a nervous giggle bubbles up, and you take a breath, eyes closed. Mirroring your action in the lobby, Javi's curled forefinger gently lifts your face to him.

“I am enamored with every inch of you, Girasol. Every last inch.”

Against your will, your eyes swim, so that is where Javi decides to start in his worship. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brush the tears away. Pressing kisses to your cheeks.

Your hands rest on his narrow hips as you look up at this beautiful man, this silly, passionate, delightful man.

He wants me, you think, all of me.

Your hands travel up his sun-kissed torso, the sweet curve of his belly, but just as your hands settle on his chest, he has your shoulders, pressing them to the bed. And this was that moment you feared, laid out on the bed. Suddenly Javi’s got you behind your knees with those enormous paws of his, and with a quick and decisive pull, he's got your ass at the edge of the bed and thighs over his broad shoulders, and you can feel his breath at your core.

“Javi!” Breath quickening, you are pretty sure you almost came from being moved like that; you don’t get “thrown around”

Javi's hands run up your thighs, his thumbs massage the crease where your hip meets them -

“Did you like that, Girasol?”

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If someone told me that we will get Harry singing You're Still The One, I Will Survive, Man I Feel Like A Woman, and Hopelessly Devoted To You ALL IN THE SAME YEAR I would not belive them yet here we are. Like-

Never would I have thought SEVEN YEARS since we last saw them together, that 2022 would be one of the larriest years on record.

Hopelessly devoted to Lou

Harry dresses as Danny Zuko for Harryween, just a few days after Louis reminds us, once again, that he played Danny Zuko in a high school production.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with not one, but three Louis cross-eyed smiley faces.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with a huge Louis cross-eyed smiley face

The peace ring returns and Harry is smug about it.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with Only The Brave on it (after doing a double take and noticing it)

Harry sings Still The One at Coachella (more details on why this is a big deal here)

Harry sang I Will Survive at Coachella (369 weeks after he last sang it on stage)

Harry randomly uses an origami fortune teller as a symbol for his song Love Of My Life. It shows the colors red and black (strongly associated with Louis these days) and blue and green (Larry colors). Louis’ album, Faith in The Future, is set to release November 11th. National origami day.

Harry quotes a song from Leonard Cohen’s album, Anthem, which has the larriest cover art ever.

Louis’ music plays at Harry’s venues before the show

The fish on the Pleasing merch at Coachella have blue eyes/thin upper lip or green eyes/full lips

Harry referenced the poet Richard Lax in his You Are Home promo. Lax has collections of poems with titles like "Love Had a Compass", "The Green Island," "The Blue Boat”, and "Circus of the Sun."

Harry doodles H L on his sneakers while on “vacation” with his beard.

You Are Home coordinates match up to a lot of Louis and Larry locations

Harry seen at Louis’ LA show (more here and here)

Harry has a blue and green moment

The You Are Home website tweets a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote about people destined to meet, 12 years to the day after Harry and Louis’ xfactor auditions.

And just in case you think Harry is the only one obsessed with Larry (like rads do):

Louis mentions Harry being at his show

Louis acknowledges a rainbow flag with a huge picture of the Larry hug on it.

Louis wears a “blue bird” colored shirt

Louis adds I Will Survive to his post show playlist the day before H performs that song at Coachella.

Louis plays Lego House as his exit song twice. The first time the day Harry’s House was announced and Harry’s first Coachella performance (where H also performed Still The One). Then Lego House again on the day Harry’s House was released and Harry performed his ONO in NY.

Louis’ merch colors match Harry’s merch colors

Louis wears Harry’s House colors the day of Harry’s House release

Louis changes his Twitter header to a photo with the Larry hug in the background.

Louis makes a point of going out for sushi right after Harry’s House drops, despite rolling his eyes in the past about the trendiness of sushi.

Despite his theme being red/black/white, Louis changes the arena lights to blue and green and he does it again and again and again and again

Louis acknowledges a larrie in a rainbow TPWK t shirt

Louis acknowledges a fan holding a poster of Harry with a rainbow flag (more confirmation here and here)

Louis acknowledged a fan holding a Sing Walls if Larry is Real sign ( more info here and here).

Louis winks at a fan holding Larry dolls (while singing the “come so far from Princess Park line)

Louis give a thumbs up to a fan holding two photos of him and Harry and points to himself while singing Too Young

Louis’ venue plays Sunflower Vol 6, Kiwi, and Sweet Creature before the show.

Louis acknowledges a fan’s I Can’t Change Tattoo

Louis adds Don’t Stop Believing and Halo to his preshow playlist

Louis acknowledges that Prada released a collection with Larry-inspired tattoos by joining a Prada Twitter space the day of the launch.

Louis uses green lights during OTB for the first time, the night Harry launches the You Are Home campaign. Not just for a moment, but during the whole song

I’m sure this isn’t everything they did this year, but it’s a lot. And some of it may be coincidence or a reach, but all of it? I really doubt it.

#2022 larry moments #2022 Larry masterpost

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The Third Date - Javi Peña x f!Reader

The Third Date

Javi Peña x f!reader // 2.7k (no beta, u don't see any mistakes ok?)

Warnings: Female reader wearing femme clothing (skirt and chonky heels), anxiety, mentions of a crappy past relationship, Javi is handsy, insecurities, exhibitionist kink activated, maybe a little jewelry kink?, fingering, smut but like sweet smut, food and alcohol consumption, too much cuteness, reader is living her best 90s clothing life, retired!Javi, mood board picture is to show jewelry only

Summary: Your evening with Javier Peña takes a turn for the interesting when he takes you out on a date.

Thank you to all my friends who listened to me talk about this for too long, especially @ezrasbirdie.

The third date is when it’s supposed to happen, right? You hadn’t gone on a proper date in a long time, and maybe things had changed.

Oh god. What if things had changed?

While this was in fact only your third official date, you had known Javi for almost two months now. You met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, where he immediately zeroed in on you. You’d recently left behind a bad relationship that had run two years too long, and you liked the way he smiled at you. He asked for your number that night, promising to call the next day to set something up.

He didn’t call for three weeks.

Just as you had written him off, your phone rang. He was apologetic but vague, mumbling something about being busy but still wanting to take you out. The quiet timber of his voice melted your heart a little, and you said yes. When the next Friday rolled around he arrived with flowers and a chew toy for your dog Charlie, which won him major points in the dachshund’s book. He took you to the movies, and when he walked you to your door at the end of the date he confessed that he hadn’t called because he was nervous. Nervous about how much he liked you, and how he wasn’t so good at relationships. You confessed that were just as nervous about seeing someone new, but that you were only interested in something with the potential to be serious.

He kissed you and said he would call tomorrow. Which he did, to his credit and your delight; you weren’t really expecting it, to be honest. What you didn’t like was that he was calling from Florida. He had quickly explained something about an old partner and his wife who had given birth two weeks early, and he would be there for a little while to help fix up some things around the house. He called you every night before bed to hear about your day- Javi was more of a listener than a sharer- and to flirt relentlessly with you. He only hung up each night when a male voice in the background would yell about long-distance fees.

Three weeks later he came over for your famous fajitas and a movie. You made out like teenagers on the couch for the entire duration of the film and went to sleep with butterflies in your stomach that night. You had it bad for Javier Peña.

Now here you were. Date three. Suddenly despising every article of clothing you had chosen to wear.

A quick knock at the door meant you didn’t have time to reconsider your outfit. You took a final glance in the mirror and adjusted your long black wrap skirt. You had opted for your favorite deep v-neck top that was also black and covered with tiny sunflowers, which you had knotted and tucked up at the bottom. It was a pleasantly warm Texas night so you left your jacket behind. Chunky heels and silver rings completed your look, along with something else that you were thoroughly regretting putting on this evening.

No time to take that off now, he was annoyingly punctual tonight.

You pulled open the door. “Hey, Javi,” you said, attempting to hide your nervousness behind a big smile.

He looked you up and down without shame, his pouty lips morphing into a grin. “Well hey yourself, sunflower.”

You leaned in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, but he gently redirected your mouth to his and kissed you slowly. You melted against him, resting your hands against his sides. He’s the only man that had ever made you feel weak in the knees, something you thought authors had made up in those trashy romance novels you liked to read.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” he complimented, kissing you once more. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse. “You look handsome yourself, Javi,” you said as you locked the door behind you. He was dressed in his usual jeans and boots, with a dark blue button-up shirt that looked like it had been freshly pressed. Javier Peña wasn’t one to dress up too much, now that suits weren’t required in his day-to-day life, but it was clear he had gone to some effort here. It felt nice to know that it was for you.

He laced his fingers through yours and only let go long enough to let you into his truck and hop in himself, where his hand immediately sought yours out again. Your conversation was easy, like always, and full of flirty glances. Javi maneuvered down some side streets in the old part of town and parked in front of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant you had never even heard of before.

The aroma wafting from the open door smelled divine. “I’m starving,” you lamented.

“Best tacos in town,” he promised, taking your hand and leading you inside.

Javi asked for the booth in the very back of the long room, where the tall dividing walls hid you from view from the rest of the patrons. You slid in first and he followed in right next to you.

“Oh no, are we going to be that annoying couple that eats on the same side of the table?” you joked, the word “couple” tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your brain tingled with the beginnings of panic.

He just raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t bother to conceal his smile. “Want me to move?”

You pulled his left arm around your shoulder. “Nope. I don’t mind if we’re annoying.”

“Me either.”

He didn’t freak out, at least outwardly, at your little slip. Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe he even liked the sound of it.

The server, Diego, interrupted to take your drink order and let you look over the faded menus. Javi ordered without looking, enchiladas verdes with extra rice, and you asked Diego to bring whatever his favorite tacos were. Javi asked for a Paloma for you and a Shiner Bock for himself and turned his attention back to you. You smiled at Diego and thanked him before he disappeared back towards the kitchen.

Javi cupped your jaw with his right hand and leaned in for a soft kiss. You were so tucked away in this booth that no one could see you, thankfully. He trailed his hand down the front of your shirt, right between your breasts, and down to the top of your thigh. Before you could stop him to explain he ran his hand down your thigh towards your knee, pausing when he felt unfamiliar bumps under his touch.

He looked at you inquisitively. “What’s this?”

You felt heat creep up your neck. “Um, nothing.”

“Oh-okay.” He pulled his hand back to his side.

“It’s the third date!” you blurted out, cringing at yourself.

Javi’s confusion deepened. “Yeah, it is,” he said slowly.

You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. “It’s just some jewelry. It’s nothing.”

Javi’s eyes flicked down to your thigh and back up to you. “Jewelry?”

You sighed. “My friend makes these pieces of thigh jewelry and she wanted me to have one. I-I thought that maybe you liked my thighs. You kept touching them when you came over to my house, and you said they looked pretty in my dress when we were on the phone, so I wore this tonight because it’s the third date.” The words were tumbling out of your mouth despite every brain cell in your head screaming shut up in a frantic cacophony.

Javi squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “What does the third date have to do with anything?

You locked eyes with him. You were too far in now to play it cool, so you might as well tell him the truth. “The third date is when people are supposed to have sex.”

“Who told you that?” Javi asked. His voice was kind and you were pretty sure he wasn’t making fun of you.

“Cosmopolitan. And my friend Brenda.” You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

Javi’s brow furrowed. “Oh, baby, have you been worrying about that?” he asked.

You nodded shyly.

Javi had never hidden his emotions from you, letting his feelings splash across his face no matter the setting. He’d spent more than enough years training his face into disinterested neutrality but would never let you see that side of him. However, his look at this moment was confusing and that sent you into a tailspin. The condescending words of your ex swirled in your head, bitter reminders of the flaws and fears that he seeded within you for years.

Always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

It didn’t help things when he removed his hand from your shoulder. The booth suddenly felt almost claustrophobic.

“Honey, we don’t have to do a damn thing if you don’t feel like it. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that,” he said softly. True panic bubbled up in your chest as you struggled to find the words to explain, desperate to erase the look on his face. Was that look…hurt?

“Oh, god no. No! You didn’t pressure me, I promise. It’s just been a million years since I dated someone new and I thought-I thought…” Your voice trailed off. Javi knew a little bit about your last relationship, small admissions shared during your phone calls when it felt safe to tell him things alone in your living room. But now, with Javi’s big brown eyes staring at you, the words felt stupid as they tangled on your tongue.

Javi opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Diego bringing your drinks to the table.

“Your food should be out soon!” he said cheerily. Javi didn’t bother to respond, focused solely on you. You wished that you could rewind and go back to five minutes ago when his arm was around your shoulder and you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself.

He cleared his throat. “Alright, so here’s what we are going to do. We can just sit here and enjoy these drinks and good food and have ourselves a really nice time. If you want something more, you tell me. You’re in charge here.”

You were stunned for a moment, not used to someone really giving you the reins like this. It was as terrifying as it was freeing and you seized the moment, tired of feeling like you had wasted time in your life. You didn’t want to waste a moment with Javi, let alone let this fall apart because of your own misgivings.

“Can you put your arm back around me?” you asked softly.

Javi obliged. “I can do that.”

You settled into his warmth, already feeling better. “I’m sorry. I just…I just really like you, Javi.”

“I really like you too, sunflower.”

His reassurance emboldened you further. “Can you go back to what you were doing before?”

He ran a finger slowly up your thigh, tracing the shape of the adornment under your skirt. “You mean this?” he asked coyly.

You shuddered and let out a breathy little yeah as his finger trailed upwards, teasing the slit of your skirt open the tiniest bit. His finger slowly skimmed across your bare skin, so faint you could barely feel it, and you felt as though your skin was on fire in its wake.

“Javi, I-”

“Alright, enchiladas for the gentleman and tacos al pastor for the lady! Can I get you anything else to drink?” Diego interrupted jovially. “Oh, you haven’t even touched your drink. Is everything okay? Can I get you something else?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you said quickly, praying that the large table top hid Javi’s wandering hand from view. Diego’s presence wasn’t enough for him to stop trailing his finger up and down your inner thigh, however.

“Are you sure? Because if you don’t like your Paloma I can certainly get you -”

“She said she’s fine,” Javi interjected gruffly. Diego nodded and left the table hastily.

“He was just doing his job,” you tutted, although you were very happy that he was gone.

“He should have listened to you the first time,” Javi replied. “Besides, I’m curious about this jewelry. Can I see it?”

You nodded and watched his face with rapt attention as he pushed open your skirt far enough to see the glittery metal chains, delicately stretched across your skin.

“So pretty, baby. Looks so good on you.” His praise made you feel beautiful, and confidence settled deep in your chest. “Is this okay?”

You spread your legs wider, encouraging his hand to dip down at the apex of your thighs. “More than okay. Just make sure no one comes.” Javi had scared Diego away for the moment, but he would certainly be back before long.

“I wouldn’t be doing my job if no one comes, honey.” Of course, Javi couldn’t let the double entendre pass by without a comment.

You had no time for a clever retort as Javi’s finger traced over your new lacy underwear, pressing lightly over your entrance. You arched into him, clinging to his broad shoulder with your left hand. He whispered praise to you as you, his honeyed words and gentle ministrations making your core drip against his hand. You took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that no one could see you, but everyone was tucked away in the adjoining booths and too focused on their meals to realize what was happening.

Without meaning to, a moan slipped past your lips and you buried your face against Javi’s neck to drown it out.

“Save all those sounds for me later, baby. No one here gets to hear you. Only me, right?” Javi asked you.

You nodded against him, inhaling his cologne of soft vetiver and golden amber. You kissed along the column of his neck as he pushed your panties aside and dipped one thick finger in.

“That’s it, that’s it. Does that feel good?” he asked, rubbing his thumb against your clit in gentle circles. Javi alternated between gliding one finger in between your folds and pressing down with just enough weight with his thumb to drive you absolutely mad. Eventually, Javi slid in a second finger, stretching you to the point of feeling pleasantly full. When you whimpered against his neck he swirled your clit hard enough to make you clench around his fingers.

Your orgasm was soft and syrupy, like being draped in a warm glow. Javi cooed praise in between pressing kisses to the crown of your head. He gently removed his fingers and without hesitation sucked on them while you readjusted your skirt.

“Javi, oh my god,” you scolded. “You can’t!” No one had ever tasted you like that before, not right in front of you.

“Why not? I wasn’t gonna let that go to waste.”

“Because…oh my god,” you repeated, the realization of everything that just happened washing over you. You had just let him finger you. In a restaurant. Where people were.

And you liked it. And it was good.

Javi chuckled and kissed you deeply, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue.

“Eat your tacos, sunflower. They’re getting cold,” Javi instructed, picking up his own fork and diving into the rice. You resituated yourself so that you could eat, not bothering to hide your smile when he left his arm around your shoulders.

Even cold, the tacos were amazing. You would have to make sure to leave Diego an extra big tip for the recommendation- and the privacy.

“So,” you said between mouthfuls of food, “I don’t think this is what Brenda meant by getting back out there.”

Javi quirked an eyebrow, mischief glistening in his eyes. “I would argue that you just got back out there in a pretty big way.”

You giggled. “Well, it definitely was not part of the rules she mentioned.”

Javi put his fork down and turned to you, lips pursed in thought. “What do you say we forget the rules, hm?”

That sounded really, really good.

#javi peña #javier peña #javi p x f!reader #narcos #javi peña x you #javier peña x reader #narcos fanfiction

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can you do johnny dating a middle class girl who is similar to pony? Like she loves to read and is very smart? thank you

Okay I really love this idea

You and Pony were friends

You guys got paired up for and English project together and ended up becoming pretty close

Pony one day invited you to hang out and Johnny was also there, along with Dallas

Dallas kept teasing you but Johnny stood up for you the whole time

You thought he was really cute, and kind

You hated Dal though

You guys kept hanging out, and then one day Johnny kinda asked you out on a date

“Hey y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to like go to the movies with me sometime?”

“Like with Pony aswell?”

“No I was thinking just us if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah I would love that!”

Throughout the movie, he kept making little moves like holding your hand and and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

Afterwords he walked you back to your house and y’all kissed

Pony really likes that his best friends are together

You eventually warmed up to Dallas, and he warmed up to you

You knew how much Johnny cared about him

You and Dal actually grow really close and he sees you as a little sister

Your dad isn’t in the picture, and you only live with your mom so Dallas became an older brother figure for you

Johnnys love language is time spend together, so you guys are always hanging out

His favorite thing to do with you is have you lay between his legs and read to him

This is very relaxing for him

You often let him stay over at your house because of the situation with his parents

He feels like he is intruding so you have to constantly tell him it’s okay

He’s constantly complimenting you and reminding you how beautiful you are

He loves to cuddle you and be physically close with you when hanging out

His favorite is holding hands, it feels intimate and loving

You will start to change his mind about school and learning

You know he is very smart and just doesn’t put it to use

You’ll always encourage him to go to school and now he is a full time student with all A’s!

You also encourage Dallas to go to school

He doesn’t do as well though LMAO

He gives you his Jean jacket a LOT, but when you return it you always leave little love letters in the pockets

This makes his heart swell

Darry really likes you, and he thinks your an amazing influence, especially on Dallas

Your allergic to cigarette smoke, so Johnny quits smoking for you

Dallas still smokes, but a lot less, and not around you

You like to read a book, leave annotations and then give it to Johnny

He will add his own annotations in a different color pen, so you get his thoughts when he returns it

You guys loves to take nature walks and watch the sunset together

He is constantly giving you sunflowers and baby’s breath bouquets

He knows it’s your favorite scents

He is so so loyal and would never do anything to hurt you

If he accidentally does he feels SO BAD and will cry to Dallas

Dallas is like a communicator for you two if you ever get in fights

You never get in fights though it’s very rare

Johnny is literally the perfect boyfriend

I love this man sm ‼️‼️

#the outsiders imagine #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #sodapop imagine #steve randle #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #darry curtis #headcanons #dally winston #johnnycakes #dallysnecklace #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #Johnny cade headcanons

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sophietv · 8 months

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The Ultimate LSK Thread Of Koincidences (2021) Part 1

Here's part one of all the Koincidences that happened in 2021.

Those are all the Kaylor evidences I could find for that year. If I've forgot some, don't hesitate to tell me so I can add them!

If you haven't read the posts for the other years, I highly suggest you do before reading this one:

Fall 2019 (X)

2020 Part 1 (X)

2020 Part 2 (X)

As always, I'll include link to more informations on certain piece of Kaylor Lore as we go, so some Koincidences are easier to understand. When there's a (X) beside something, it's to give you more context and help you understand better.

Here's the link to the incredible Masterposts that helped me do this one: (X) (X)

Before starting 2021, let's just go back in 2020 for a second! I was at the picture limit on my 2020 Part 2 post and I think it's really important to add this one.

Decembre 2020:

Decembre 11th 2020:

Karlie post a video on Klossy about her 2021 Vision Board (X)

In this video, she has the book Untammed by Glennon Doyle on her Vision Board.

Untammed is Glennon's memoir where she talks about falling in love with a woman and overcoming comphet.

Decembre 14th 2020:

Taylor comments on a Twitter posts from Glennon's wife.

Saying how her book has been a huge help for her that year.

January 2021:

January 9th:

Right Where You Left Me and It's Time To Go are out in the Deluxe Version.

Most Gaylors believe that they are broken up. And Most Swifties believe that Karlie in fact betrayed Taylor.

January 10th:

Taylor posts about Olivia Rodrigo saying: That's my baby and I'm proud!

January 26th:

Taylor releases the "Dad hat"

It's the first time ever that she includes this in her collection.

(coincidently, she added a "dad hat" in her merch collection ealy in July this year...)

February 2021:

February 18th:

Taylor does a post saying: Cancel the DNA test.

February 21st:

Taylor releases Love Story as the first single of Fearless (Taylor's Version) AKA Karlie's favourite song.

Remember how Karlie used the same yellow heart back in 2020?

March 2021:

March 14th:

Grammy's.

Taylor does last minute arrangements on her dress.

Adding a sunflower and a little daisy. (There's a making off video of her dress and those two flowers are not on the original).

Here's a post about it: (X)

Levi's birth is announced while Taylor is performing that night (It's dated back only later to March 11th) :

People pick up on the Koincidences immediatly. Even the GP finds it odd:

On the pictures Taylor took that night, posted on Jack's Instagram. She is seen doing an 3 and a 11 (Levi was born on March 11th):

It was her third album of the year and her 11th Grammy....still odd...

Taylor wears a Daisy Guitar strap while performing that night:

She also performs for the first time with the Folklore's Cabin...wich is weirdly similar to the Castro Cabin in Big Sur (Where she and Karlie stayed): (X)

And at the moment she receives her award.

Aaron does a speech and thanks his wife and kids. Taylor becomes really emotional all of sudden when he mentions his kids.

You can see Jack trying to comfort her:

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Starts at 1:50

April 2021:

April 2nd:

Taylor releases the Fearless Vaults:

As you can see in the picture. The 13th word to goes out of the vault is Baby.

The door handle is also really visibly a K :

And let's not forget the most important thing: The Swift-Kloss family crest is present on the vault. (X)

April 8th:

Taylor does a post mentionning her: two kids.

April 16th:

Taylor does an interview for Fearless (Taylor's Version) and explains how the meaning of the song That's When changed for her over the years.

youtube

Starts 11:22

April 23rd:

Taylor does for the first time ever a merch drop for Mother's Day.

May 2021:

May 20th:

Karlie does a photodumb of during her pregrancy and after.

She wears the same Levi's overalls that Taylor will wear not long after. Just in a different color.

And also. Eye theory: (X)

May 26th:

Karlie post a picture of her. And you can clearly see in the background a Santal 26 candel AKA Taylor's favourite that she has all over her house (it's been mentionned several times in secret sessions).

Ok!

I've reached the photo limit so I'll continue in another post!

I'll link it here when it done!

Here is part 2! (X)

#kaylor #lsk #koincidences #gaylor theory #gaylors #gaylor twitter #gaylor swift #gaylor #lgbetty

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underscorehealy · 25 days

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producer in crime: chapter 2; watch what happens next

wc: 960 something

cw: none

an: hiiii!!! thank you all for being so so patient with chapter 2 and i'm so sorry for all the delays. massive props and thank yous to @abouttofillhisshoes for proofreading and editing for me!!! anyways, i hope you all enjoy <3

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Monday arrives faster than you could've imagined. With no time to spare, you’re rushing in and out of stores on Sunday, trying to find some type of business appropriate dress. You eventually cave on a yellow, sunflower floral dress with a pair of white heels, tying the outfit together with a heart necklace that your mom had gifted you when you moved out to london. With Monday morning having finally arrived, you wake up with a rush of adrenaline and excitement. 9 am on the dot, you're out of your flat and taking a stroll down to your local coffee shop and hoping Matty is doing the same. Opening the door behind you, you hear running footsteps approach you.

"Ah- shit! Stella!" you look over to your right just to see matty rushing over to you just to catch the door. you step back a bit just to embrace his arrival.

"Em, you good there, matty?" you say as you begin to giggle.

"Yeah, yeah" he mutters as he gives a slap on the shoulder trying to catch his breath.

You let him take a deep breath and console him after he returns to a normal state. "Erm- yeah, can i get an oat milk latte, please?" you say as you place your order. "Watcha want, Matty?"

You can't help but blush watching Matty order. His sweet and soft accent is like music to your ears. and don't get yourself started on his freckles. He's just everything you could've ever wished for in a man. You pay for him, and Matty flashes you a smile. The two of you spent what felt like hours talking about everything there is to talk about. From life, your cat, music, to movies, sports, everything you and Matty both enjoy.

You cherished the time the two of you got to spend together developing a friendship. He seemed to really enjoy it too. Whenever he spoke, you were so utterly captivated by his soft northern british accent. It's so light and soft yet so strong and recognizable. You remember being freshly 16 when the 1975's debut came out. You and your friends were out clubbing when chocolate played over the speakers. You were so drawn into Matty's deep accent but when you remember his old accent compared to the one he has now, it's less deep. You couldn't lie, you definitely fit into the stereotype of not knowing what Matty is saying in that song.

"Alright, well, I suppose we should head off to the office, yeah? I don't mind driving you to the office and back. s'all good." he says with a light smile. "That'd be great. Thank you so much.'' He smiles and nods in response.

Like the gentlemen he is, he opens the passenger door for you before getting himself in. You blush in response to the kind gesture. You both chat a bit in the car with the radio on, mainly talking about the song that was currently playing, but the conversation stops once you two arrive at the office. Matty helps you around the building and guides you into the meeting room. Until now, you'd never really realized how much taller he is than you. You stand at an unimpressive 5'3 and you aren't exactly sure how tall he is. It's a running joke in the 1975 fandom that Matty's incredibly short but when you look at band pictures, you can totally see it. The meeting eventually started and the entire thing felt very relaxed.

Jamie and George were really good at being able to communicate with you and you talked about the cover for the album. They were going to have Jordan, the band's main photographer, help out with any sort of album promo and covers. The most important factor, though, was changing the name of the album. You weren't exactly sure what you wanted to change it to but you would surely let Jamie know. The meeting doesn't last as long as you'd originally thought so you and Matty are back in his car in which he agreed to drop you off back at your flat after the meeting. The conversation you two were having earlier resumes. nothing less than pleasant. Once you arrive back home, Matty gives you a warm and gentle smile placing a thumb on your thigh. "Thank you so much Stells. I appreciate it."

'Stells'. that nickname just made your heart pace. You stutter out a ‘you're welcome’ and enter the lobby straight up to your flat, so grateful to have such lovely people make your dreams come true.

#matty #matty the 1975 #drive like i do #the 1975 #bfiafl #matty healy #at their very best #matty healy fanfiction #iliwysfyasbysuoi #matty healy x reader

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foxes-that-run · 5 months

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Sunflower Vol 6

Sunflower is a sweet romantic song. It references HYGTG and Clean, reminding of her how it used to be to suggest dating again.

My Vol 1 - 5 theory

My theory on Vol 1 - 5 are times they dated or hung out. I have playlist grouped into possible volumes. There is more in the dates and timelines.

31 March 2012, 20 May 2012 - July 2012 (Everything has changed - IKYWT)

28 September 2012 - 3 January 2013 (HYGTG - NTWDT.)

25 August 2013 - November 2013 (Happily - Wonderland)

14 February 2014 - February 2015 (Style - FTDT)

February/29 April 2016 - May 2016 (High infidelity - IDWLF)

To me, Sunflower is contemplating a Vol. 6 (Fine Line/Lover). Sunflower hasn't been played since Live on Tour ended in 2021.

Lyrics

Sunflower Sunflower My eyes, want you more than a melody Let me inside Wish I could get to know you

I wanna get to know you is a reference to the Everything has changed "I just wanna know you better" which Taylor and Ed wrote the week after 20 May 2012.

Love 'I want you more than a melody' which reminds me of HYGTG “say you want me”

Sunflowers Sometimes Keep it sweet in your memory I was just tongue-tied

Wildest Dreams: "Say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe" and OOTW "I Remember.."

Harry describes Taylor as sunshine and butterflies and all things summer in many songs:

Olivia “You live in my imagination / The summertime, butterflies”

Watermelon Sugar: “summer evening”, “summer feeling”, “end of June”

Adore You: “your wonder under summer sky”

Canyon Moon: “sky never looked so blue”

They are tongue-tied in:

Two Ghosts "Tongue-tied like we've never known"

Sushi "Blue bubblegum twisted 'round your tongue"

Message in a Bottle "And I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"

I don't wanna make you feel bad But I've been trying hard not to talk to you Sunflower (Sunflower, sunflower)

Taylors Gorgeous has a similar line “You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)”

I couldn't want you any more Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor I couldn't want you any more tonight (Tonight, tonight, tonight)

Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): "We could light a bunch of candles and dance around the kitchen, baby"

Wondering headshake Tired eyes are the death of me Mouthful of toothpaste Before I got to know you

Harry brushes his teeth before performing. He met Taylor backstage at the kids choice awards, I take wondering headshake to mean acknowledging each other when they first saw each other.

I've got your face Hung up high in the gallery I love this shade (Sunflower, sunflower)

To me the picture line is not a literal gallery, but a symbol that this person is his person. I think this song and line a response to HYGTG "Remind her how it used to be, be / Yeah, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks" and You are in Love and has "he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown"

Your flowers just died Plant new seeds in the melody Let me inside, I wanna get to know you

Plant new seeds in the melody is the nicest line. It is a reference to:

Clean "The drought was the very worst / When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst".

Call it what you want: "All my flowers grew back as thorns / Windows boarded up after the storm" (more thorns and roses)

Chronologically then Harry says to plant new seeds and try again.

I don't wanna make you feel bad But I've been trying hard not to act a fool Sunflower (Sunflower, sunflower)

Harry has called himself a fool many times, here he is trying to be nonchalant and cool but before he's been all kinds of fool:

I just wanna love you "We can whisper, we can talk about these things / Reconsider my foolish ramblings"

Just a little bit of your heart "I know I'm not your only / But I'll still be a fool / 'Cause I'm a fool for you"

Fools gold "But I'm not done yet / Falling for you / Fool's gold"

Boyfriends "You love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin / You, you, you still open the door" and "You feel a fool / You're back at it again"

In the Long Pond Sessions Taylor later emphasised how James had been foolish, saying fool/foolish 7 times.

#haylor #harry styles #sunflower vol. 6 #fine line album

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Tags/Warnings: Anxiety attack

Masterlist

WC: 4k

Flower symbolism: Ghost's bouquet: Orange lily (hatred), thyme (courage), dark crimson rose (mourning) Soap's Bouquet: Heliotrope (devotion), marjoram (joy), sunflower (adoration)

This fic is rated Mature

For those who prefer Ao3

Fifteen days.

Fifteen fucking days.

Last night, staring through the same bloody telescope at the same bloody inactive road seeing the same bloody fucking cars go to and from the same bloody fucking shifts, Simon filed away a note in the back of his mind to make his first stop back at base a visit to whichever desk-riding, pencil-pushing Larry in intelligence recommended an extension for what could confidently be described as the most uninteresting stakeout to go down in SAS history.

On the other side of a computer screen, CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell sat safely tucked away in an office a continent and an ocean away, regarding Simon as if he were just another report with more black lines than words she was typing up, not the decorated lieutenant of the 141.

One of the most revered agents to walk the halls of the CIA, the blonde stood a whole foot and a half shorter than Simon, but she went toe-to-toe with him with the same unflinching resolve as a heavyweight champion entering the ring with the newest rookie.

Near a decade ago, after one of his first missions with the 141, Simon slumped back to base with nothing but a twisted ankle and no intel to show for it, the mission going more sideways than a tipped over bottle, but hadn’t he limped no more than a foot into the debrief room before Laswell gave him a tongue lashing so scathing that even Price retreated back into the corner, hoping to avoid the line of fire.

Needless to say, Simon never came back from a mission empty handed again, and Laswell earned herself a cozy little spot next to Price as one of Simon’s favorite people.

Not that he’d ever tell them that.

“Give it another week, Lieutenant. My gut’s telling me something’s there,” Kate said, still unbothered by the murderous glare Simon bore into the pixels. “Besides, chatter on other channels is low right now. You boys would just be doing the same back on base.”

“Fine. But y’are repairin’ the hole MacTavish is three laps away from wearin’ into the bloody floor.”

“Got ourselves an energizer bunny, huh?”

“Ach, tha deadliest energizer bunny ye ever ‘eard of,” a voice called over from the window.

Simon looked up. “Big pink ears an’ everythin’.” A one-fingered salute popped into view, earning a low chuckle from the lieutenant.

“Glad you two are getting along.” Laswell observed, warm smile crinkling her crow’s feet.

“Negative. Neve’been a fan of rabbits,” Simon gruffly responded.

The one finger salute was back in view.

A glint sparkled in Laswell’s eye, and even through the grainy picture a shotty connection in a safehouse in the middle-of-nowhere Lithuania could offer, the message was crystal clear: You’re full of shit, Lieutenant, and we both know it.

Leave it to Kate Laswell to suss out the little, coveted nugget that someone in the world might actually earn a smidge of approval from the heartless Ghost when she wasn’t even on the same continent as them.

“Sit tight, boys,” she said. “Only a few more days. Watcher out.”

The call ended, and a plastic skull sewn into a black balaclava reflecting off of a blank screen sealed their fates.

“I always fancied maself much more a Wile E Coyote, if ye ask me,” Soap piped up again, attention firmly on the scope in front of him.

“Don’ya mean the roadrunner?” Simon asked.

“Nah, Wile E was tha one fer me. Love fer dynamite and tha like.”

“Doesn’t change the fact an eight kilometer run every mornin’ barely drains the fuel.”

Soap shifted in the chair, looking over his shoulder. “Mam always said it’s cause I ‘ave so many ideas runnin’ around up ‘ere,” he tapped the top of his head. “Tha ones I dinnae say ‘ave to get oot somehow.”

Back in the early days of the mission, the Scottish accent was its thickest in the morning, last tendrils of sleep slipping away through a yawn and mumbled greetings balancing on the line of English and unintelligible babble that proved too much for Simon after 12 hours of staring at a vacant road, but the words would become blessedly more clear with each sip of coffee, the thick brogue mostly tucked away by the time Soap’s trainers pounded the steps down into the countryside.

However, as the days passed, the accent remained thick further and further into the day until Soap apparently decided masking it at all was too much effort, ensuring Simon he was speaking the same language as him yet not saying a word that sounded familiar.

Wizardry, the lot of it.

“Whatever ‘elps ya sleep at night. No idea ‘ow ya tricked anyone into lettin’ ya be a sniper,” Simon replied, registering half of the words coming at him.

“Can sit a’ this scope all day well enough, cann’I? When I’ve got a focus, no problem sittin’ still fer days. But when it’s…” the sergeant gestured around the creaking walls and raggedy furniture as if that was explanation enough. “Well, fotan leat to tha floorboards, as ye said.”

Too tired to bother with a response, a low hum rumbled in Simon’s chest as he grabbed the pen and notepad sitting next to the laptop, quickly scribbling down his final notes from the meeting with Laswell before his eyelids won the war against consciousness.

In their line of work, sleep was a precious commodity, even the lowest stakes missions holding the threat over their heads of all hell breaking loose any given moment, not knowing the next time they’ll get to rest without the threat of a bullet through the head or a knife across their throats. It was survival 101 for any soldier to learn how to shut it off at the drop of a hat, no matter the position, no matter the location. When a small window of rest presented itself, only a fool shook it away, and Simon Riley was as smart as they came.

The old couch, a surprisingly comfortable albeit shabby thing that only made the 6’6” lieutenant slightly bend his knees to fit, groaned as he threw his legs up and burrowed into the corner, his well warn sweatshirt pulling tight across his chest and biceps.

It was a simple thing, nothing to write home about. A standard cotton sweatshirt that once was as black as charcoal but years of washes stripped it to ash. No amount of ironing could get the creases out of the elbows, and the edges of the cuffs were speckled with dried eye grease, a handy replacement when a washcloth wasn’t nearby. Price presented it to Simon his first day on the 141 three years ago, casually handing over an unassuming brown box after their first meeting and nonchalantly saying, “Welcome to the team, Lieutenant.”

Typical Price. No spectacle or fireworks. Just a nod and a handshake like it was another day in the life and Simon hadn’t just been promoted two ranks without explanation.

Later that evening, sitting on the creaking mattress in the privacy of his quarters, Simon held the sweatshirt in his hand, running gloved fingers along crisp white stitching standing out against the black backdrop. “ Lt. Riley”.

Funny thing about names - they can be so easily taken for granted, so easily forgotten. The only word seared into the mind at such an early age it seems folly to think it’ll ever be lost. At least, that was what Simon used to think of them, though never much caring for a name shared by four other boys in his classes.

That is until a coffin in Mexico.

A legally dead man has no need for a name. No need for possession. No need for dog tags to dangle around his neck, no one back home waiting for a call.

Simon Riley was claimed by the desert, his name laying to rot with the maggots and the beatles.

But back on a base in Hereford, England, white letters stitched into black cotton gave rise to that name once again.

“Ach, ye bampot. Yer gettin’ skelped if ye let those muddy boots of yers touch tha’ couch,” Soap yelped from the window.

“Can’t do anythin’ if I don’t understand a bloody word y’are sayin’, MacTavish,” Simon responded, finally resting his eyes.

Whack!

Immediately, a knife was in Simon’s hand, boots thudding on the ground in the same instant, stance steady as his gaze swept the room, searching for the threat at hand.

How the fuck did anyone get in here?

The kitchen table sat as it was, undisturbed, empty mugs acting as paperweights for the crude sketch of the warehouse layout laying on top. Dust remained collecting on the windowsills, no sign of forced entry.

What the fuck. Where are they?

Keeping his back to the couch, he turned, taking in the living room.

Fuckin’ idiot Riley. Lettin’ your guard down. Lettin’ a threat in. Gonna let ‘em stab ya in your sleep? Gonna let ‘em get Soap? ‘Aven’t even known the fucker more than a couple weeks and you’re already lettin’ him dow...wait.

The perch by the window was empty.

John? Where the fuck…

When he completed the sweep, just a fleeting second of time, turning finally to the small space between the front door and the couch, Simon was greeted by a glare under a mohawk standing a whole head shorter than him that looked more the part of a scolding mother than a special forces operative.

“What the fuck, MacTavish?” Simon growled, lowering the knife away from Soap’s jugular but not entirely convinced to sheathe it.

“Boots. Off.” Soap pointed at the mud-caked culprits courtesy of Simon’s last perimeter sweep, other hand balled on a hip, completely unbothered by the towering predator. “Not wipin’ yer nasty fuckin’ mud off tha fabric. Already hav’ta tidy up yer bloody dishes ye leave ever’where. Nae cleanin’ up yer mud, too.”

Hidden under the mask, Simon gaped down at the man in silence.

Back on base, commanding officer’s quite literally shook in their boots at his reputation. When the brass wanted the enemy to start saying their prayers before the sound of the helicopter ever reached their ears, he was the one they sent in, rumors of The Ghost on their trail enough to make the worst seek redemption they’d never know. The rumors morphed through the years, but the legends they were born from were as real as the kill count on Simon’s sheet.

Apparently, none of that mattered to John MacTavish, the demolitions expert who went through life looking at warning labels as mere suggestions, blast radius be damned. There he stood, hands back on both hips, unwavering narrowed glare boring into Simon’s eyes. An unmoving brick wall.

And Simon? Well, Simon was completely frozen like a boy who’d ignored his mother telling him to clean his room one too many times and facing the consequences. All over some mud.

Simon could turn the tables. Could tell Soap off, put him on every latrine duty for the next three months for attacking a superior officer. For ordering him around. What the fuck was Soap thinking? Reprimanding him? It was insubordination. Clear as day. If they’re going to be in the field together, knee deep in the worst the world has to offer, Soap needed to listen to Simon’s every word without hesitation. Needed to respect him. Their lives depended on it.

Simon knew he couldn’t allow this type of behavior.

“Fuck off, Soap,” he muttered.

Right. What was that about a reputation again?

The small shuffle backwards to the couch shouldn’t have felt as humbling as it did, Simon unable to take the stare making him wobble in the knees any longer and needing to look away as he plopped down onto the cushions, silently thankful for the mask covering his flaming cheeks.

He didn’t lift his head, didn’t look back up at the menace. Just quietly bent over, undid the boots’ ties, and toed them off, making a show of placing them side-by-side tucked between the end of the couch and the front door. Even gave them a pat for good measure.

“‘Appy?” Simon asked.

“Ecstatic,” Soap replied, flashing a wink before turning on his heel back to the post, dragging the chair back then thunking back down in it.

Once again, the only cognitive response Simon’s brain seemed capable of was to stare at Soap, gaping at the back of the man who grabbed his hand on a tarmac two weeks ago with seemingly no intention of letting go, content with detonating every perception Simon held onto over the years, not giving a shit about the crafted mask of the Ghost. The black cloth might as well be crumpled at the bottom of the duffle laying in a corner of the bedroom, proving worthless time and time again against the force that was his sergeant.

The accent wasn’t the only thing that had wordlessly eased into their day to day over the weeks. Brushes of elbows as they shuffled around each other, Soap apparently unaware of the pockets of space he could occupy that weren’t right next to his commanding officer. Soft taps on shoulders and a cuppa in hand to signal the end of Simon’s shift. The occasional swift kick to the lieutenant’s shin under the kitchen table when he was being particularly prickly.

Attacks over fucking muddy boots.

Gentle smiles frequently thrown in Simon’s direction. Playful jibes thrown back and forth all throughout the day. Soft hums filling the air while Simon took watch and Soap lazed on the couch, focused on a leather bound journal in his hands, pencil scratching away. Neither seeking the seclusion of the bedroom down the hall, not even for sleep.

It was as Soap said all those days ago.

Comfortable.

When a yawn refocused the confusing muddle in Simon’s head, he took a quick glance down to his feet, making sure the affronting boots hadn’t magically appeared back on his feet before he resumed his prone position on the couch, nestling back against the armrest. An object in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he craned his neck to peer up at the top of the couch. There, leaning against the wall, sat the pillow that, during his call with Laswell, had been resting against the opposite armrest.

Soft chuckles only for his ears drifted under the fabric. Bringin’ a knife to a pillow fight, huh Riley?

“Rest up, Lt. I got yer six,” Soap offered.

“Hmm, don’ know if I can trust that.” Simon grumbled. “‘Parently in danger of projectile cushions ‘nd mutiny.”

The mohawk tilted back up to the ceiling, and an exaggerated dip of broad shoulders accompanied an even more exaggerated sigh. “Swear, yer more dramatic than ma wee sister when she’d catch me stealin’ her products.”

Soap stole a glance at his watch, scribbled something into the observation log laying on the sill, and then turned around, resting an elbow on the back of the chair. “Wee devil would chase me around with a bloody lighter in ‘er ‘and, yellin’” He raised a hand, brandishing an invisible weapon. “‘Get back ‘ere, John, ye git! I’ll burn tha’ stupid look right off’a’ye! See if ye steal ma ‘airspray agin!’” He shook his head, laughing. “One time, she did manage tae git a good chunk out with’a pair of scissors. Unfortunately fer her, Ailsa - she’s tha oldest - was watchin’ us tha’ night. Gave Moira a proper wallop she did. Mam wasnae too ‘appy with ma noo bald spot either.”

To anyone else, it was simply one of those stories that seemed a foolish memory, a right of passage with growing up with siblings, creating that unique juxtaposition that can only be created by those who brandish a weapon at the smallest offense but never hesitate to take on an army to protect their own. The unspoken understanding. The invisible contract forged by more than shared memories.

Simon remembers the first time that contract came to life, thrumming in his blood. Recognized the extra weight put on his shoulders the moment his little brother, Tommy, came into the world. Recognized the little asterisk in the fine print warning him that the monsters under his bed weren’t the ones to be afraid of, that dragons didn’t stay in distant lands far, far away. Warning him that the most dangerous dragons of all could live right in his living room.

The sergeant continued on, but the deep Scottish voice disappeared in the mist taking over Simon’s mind, the lieutenant no longer sitting in a shabby cabin in Lithuania. A faded blue carpet appeared under him, soft under his pale, thin legs. Beer stains discolored a spot in front of one end of the couch, and the tele cast a pale glow around the fading cream walls. The clock in the kitchen said it was noon, but it was hard to tell with the curtains closed, the dragon always hissing at the light.

Simon kept his gaze down, focused on the blue underneath him.

The dragon was yelling.

It was always yelling.

He knew what to do. Kept himself as small as possible, didn’t attract attention, counting each blue fiber he plucked.

The dragon would run out of fire soon, never enough fuel. It would pass.

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.

“Ya fuckin’ good for nothin’...”

Simon looked up. The dragon towered over Tommy, a claw raised.

That was new.

Little boys aren’t supposed to slay dragons, but they can certainly try.

“Where’d’ye go, Lt?”

The question punctured through the mist, roping Simon back to warn cushions and creaking walls, eyes glued to the floorboards.

When did he sit up?

His breaths were coming too fast, black fabric suffocating. He wanted to, no, needed to rip it off, needed just one lungful of air, but his hands stayed frozen, clenched in fists atop his thighs.

“Hey, hey, Lt.”

Everything was too tight. The sweatshirt scratched against his skin. Chest seized in a vice grip, air constricting in his throat.

Too tight, too tight.

The room began to spin. The air buzzed. Spots danced in his vision.

Wood scraped against wood, hard thumps against the floor, then a presence knelt in front of him, ducking into his line of sight.

“Lt! Hey, I’m ‘ere. Right ‘ere wit’ye.”

Two blue dots came into his vision.

“I’m goin’ta touch ye, Lt. Copy? Just ‘ere on yer chest.”

Simon watched as a hand slowly raised, hesitating when it was just inches away. As it hung there, not moving, Simon realized it was waiting. Sluggishly, he nodded, grunting an affirmative.

Gently, more gently than Simon ever deserved, the hand rested over his heart. Firm. Grounding.

“Ok, Lt, I’m goin’tae take yer right ‘and an’ do tha same.”

Fingers wrapped firmly around his wrist, careful not to slip under the gloves, giving a soft tug but not pulling, offering an out if he needed it, but Simon’s arm was suddenly lead. Thankfully, those fingers had no problem doing the heavy lifting, bringing his hand to rest against a broad, strong chest.

“Now, breathe with me, ya? Slow and steady. Feel ma breaths. In. Now out. In. There ye go. Try tae match with me. Now out.”

Simon focused on the rise and fall of the chest underneath his palm, the fog clearing with each passing breath. Just in and out.

In and out.

It felt like hours later, though the rational part of his mind knew it was only a few seconds, but eventually his breathing evened out, the fabric of his mask no longer suffocating, that vice on his chest loosening. The soft material of the sweatshirt didn’t scratch against his skin, and gradually, his vision cleared.

When the room came back into focus, Soap crouched at his feet, knees bracketing one of Simon’s legs but still leaving enough space that the only parts touching were their hands resting on each other’s chests, Soap’s fingers still wrapped around Simon’s gloved wrist.

Those familiar blue eyes quickly scanned over him before settling back on his. Gentle. Patient. Harboring a softness that could ruin the hardest of men, a softness that a man like Simon Riley has never known.

Should never know.

Can never know.

When he tugged his hand back, Soap let it go freely, retreating his own back to his side, but he remained crouched in his spot, laying a forearm across his knee, cocking his head slightly to the side, small smirk appearing.

“I know random bald spots are disturbing, Lt, but no need tae get all worked up about it,” he joked, tone gentle.

Simon leaned against the couch as the last remnants of panic eased away. Closing his eyes, he took one last deep breath, centering himself back in a living room in Lithuania. Once he felt back in control, back in his own body, he lifted his head to look down at his sergeant. “Right scare imaginin’ anythin’ worse than that mop on your ‘ead.”

That earned him a slap on the knee. “Awa an’ bile yer heid! Last time I do somethin’ nice fer ye.” Soap’s laugh was warm, smile crinkling mirthful eyes, but just as quickly, those eyes softened when they looked at Simon.

Always at Simon, never the mask.

“How copy, Lt?” he asked, concern in his tone.

“Solid,” Simon replied.

The sergeant looked away, eyebrows furrowing, lower lip worried between his teeth, an internal debate crossing over his features as he stayed crouched on the floor. It was only a moment before the Scots’ focus was back on the lieutenant. “Ye wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“Negative, Sergeant.”

Another flicker of hesitation passed before the Scot continued.

“Was it, uh, was it somethin’ I did? Shoulda known better than tae launch surprise pillow attacks on anyone in tha military. We all got our demons, aye?” he rambled, gaze darting in every direction, a faint dusting of pink covering the tops of his ears. “Sorry, sir. Winna ‘appen agin. Just a wee stir crazy I guess. Well, more than wee I reckon. Near jumpin’ out of ma own skin. Also a bit of a clean nut, if ye’aven’t realized. Always puzzled Mam, bu’ she never complained much ‘bout it. What wit’all ma energy goin’inta cleanin’ everythin’. Or was it somethin’ I said? Not a fan of sisters? Dinna blame ye, mad devils they are…”

“Sergeant,” Simon barked, blessedly stopping the nervous onslaught of words becoming harder to understand. The effect took hold instantly, Soap sheepishly looking up from his crouched position, the pink that started at the tips of his ears crawling onto the tops of his cheeks. “Ya didn’t say or do anythin’ except have a piss poor shot with a pillow.” That coached a soft laugh out of him. “Just got lost in my ‘ead for a bit. Won’t ‘appen again,” Simon reassured.

“Aye. Like I said - we all got our demons,” Soap nodded, letting out a deep groan to go with the loud pops from his knees as he stood.

Exhaustion flooded every fiber of Simon’s body, the adrenaline and the exertion finally subsiding, every muscle feeling as if they just completed six back to back missions with near to no sleep, bones turning into impossible weights. It would be a miracle if he could even lay himself back down before falling asleep as a hunched over pile in the middle of the couch. He had half a mind to do just that but knew the results would be murder on his back, so with the grace of a cartoon boulder, he threw his head back onto the arm rest, desperate to finally close his eyes.

Just as his eyes began to flutter shut, a voice drifted over from the window. “It’s alrigh’ if it ‘appens agin sir.”

Simon turned his head, bleary eyes blinking at the light now shining directly into the window. Soap stood with his back to him, but his head was turned over his shoulder, right hand resting on top of the chair.

“No need tae hide from me, Lt.” He turned a little more, gaze meeting Simon’s. “I’ll always have yer six.”

And in that moment, Simon Riley knew there was no power in the world that could waver the conviction in the man’s eyes, stormy blue ready to rise against any challenge foolish enough to try.

“Yeah, Soap,” he rasped. “Solid copy.”

Strike #4: Devoted.

#tay writes #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kate laswell #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghoap

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judgementdaysunshine · 6 months

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Stitch

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem autistic reader

Description: Dom gets a tattoo for you based on your favorite Disney character and nickname he calls you

You walk backstage sharing a hug with your boyfriend's mom before walking in his and his dad's locker room smiling big and sharing a hug with Rey as Dom walks out from changing into his ring gear seeing the sweet moment. "Hey Stitch" you giggle lightly as dom presses a kiss to your forehead following them until you reached the curtain sharing a group hug and a kiss with dom talking to Aalyah before she went out to sit with her mom in the crowd while you walked backstage talking with Edge and hanging out with Liv and Rhea before the two walked backstage victorious in their match against Dolph Ziggler and Robert Roode who deserves a justified fight after attacking dom and even harassing you until you hit dolph in the face with a jug and edge quickly jumped in with a spear to roode quietly squealing and cheering when your boys won jogging down the hall as soon as you saw them with big smiles on their faces. You laugh talking with rey and aalyah at rey and angie's house while dom and angie were out having lunch which was a tradition not only between him and both his parents but also with you and the two as well being welcomed with open arms when dom brought you to meet hos family after being together for five months hearing dom talk about you nonstop including that you were autistic but you were still as much of a human as they were which surprised them when they meet you forgetting that fact until you had mentioned it not noticing any signs until they picked up on your habits the first few times you visited them, you smile sweetly seeing dom and angie walk in laughing and smiling seeing him light up pulling you into his arms pressing a kiss to your cheek noticing the plastic wrap under his shirt sleeve raising a brow as the two of you say your goodbyes and head home. After getting home he has you close your eyes while in the bathroom laughing seeing you mindlessly sway while sitting on the bed smiling as he kissed your hand before having you gently trace a warm spot of his body opening your eyes to see a fresh tattoo on dom's chest smiling big when you see that it's stitch from the movie Lilo and Stitch holding a heart with sunflowers on his head, a butterfly on his nose, and your name above him lighting up as you caresses the freshly inked skin squealing lightly giggling making dom grab and kiss you and wrapping you in his arms taking a picture of your reaction and posting it along with a video of you giggling and squealing seeing it and right after it was done on Instagram with the caption "Got this little guy for my sunshine not only because it's her favorite character and movie but also because she is so special to me always holding my heart with tenderness, kindness, care, and unconditional love" leaving everyone in puddles of heartfelt smiles "I love you my stitch" later that week you return the surprise by getting a tattoo on your chest over your heart exactly where dom got stitch but you got his favorite character Zero from Nightmare before Christmas with the heart tucked against him along with a Mexican flag, a headset with music notes in the air, and his name above zero smiling as you watch him open his eyes lighting up like sunshine as he caresses the spot before kissing you sweetly posting the picture with the caption "Got this baby boy for my love to match with stitch he got for me this time with his favorite character and his nickname I call him quite a bit Zomo" you smile laying beside him putting your shoulder under his to look at them next to each other "I love you Zomo".

#dominik mysterio #wwe x reader #wwe #dominik mysterio x reader

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pechadream · 7 months

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🦋The Butterfly Effect🦋

WOAH it's been almost a full year since my last Luna post, I didn't forget about her I swear-

Here is a (Almost completely) refreshed version of my SDV OC! I'm probably going to make a whole explanation for her timelines and universe in a separate post.

⚠ Do not repost my art or I will come after your kneecaps ⚠

(Details about each lil segment of the wings under the cut!)

*it is VERY long because I go into detail about each bachelor/ette and how the moment I drew is important to their story with Luna

I made it so each moment with the bachelor/ette in the butterfly wing is when they either realize they're catching feelings or it's a moment during their confessions, I will say I haven't completely finished all 12 rewrites for how the confessions/realizations happens, so some might seem unpolished or unfinished. (Primarily the bachelorettes, since I focused on the bachelors first.)

*Note that this isn't all happening in one universe! I have alternate timelines with different outcomes for Luna, hence me taking inspiration from the butterfly effect, no cheating is going on here-

People who I drew with the idea that there's an active confession happening:

Elliott

This moment is technically the start of his confession, they've been friends for a while by that point and they've been writing each other letters and Luna's helped him grow some plants in her spare time since he expressed interest in learning how to grow things. So when he decided to confess to her he sent her a letter inviting her to dinner with one of the roses he grew attached. (*I'm realizing it might be kinda hard to see the rose in the picture, I'm sorry-)

Sam

With Sam, instead of him confessing, it's actually how Luna confessed. Luna knew he has bad allergies, and she didn't want to risk her bouquet for him triggering them so instead she made a bouquet of origami flowers, which he definitely gushed about to anyone who would listen (Sebastian) And he keeps them in a lil vase on his desk.

Shane

Like Elliott, his is also technically the start of the confession. I haven't really worked on his timeline with luna much yet but I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep his normal 10 heart event with him getting two tickets to watch the gridball match in Zuzu city with Luna.

Leah

Another one where Luna was the one to confess, they've been friends for a while by this point, so Luna invited Leah over for a walk around the farm and to just talk about everything going on (Since her farm was keeping her busy and Leah was busy with her art) Then near the end Luna confessed her feelings and gave her the bouquet. Later on when the flowers were no longer fresh Leah pressed them to keep them preserved.

Haley

I haven't really worked on her timeline with Luna that much, so what I went with for her was just the normal bouquet confession- Although, I will say- I like the idea of Luna actually making bouquets for her spouse to fit their interests rather than her buying a bouquet off of Pierre, so that's what she did for Haley with sunflowers.

(yes, this confession is the most likely to change out of them all when I work on her timeline more)

Emily

With Emily, I was trying to think of her craftier side, so I came up with the idea of her creating a bouquet of Luna's favorite flowers out of felt (or some fabric that holds its shape well) to use for her confession. This one is also kinda pre-confession, although she confesses pretty much as soon as the bouquet is ready.

People who I drew based on them realizing their feelings:

(These are longer since I have to write how they caught feelings and realized them and that is more tricky for me-)

Harvey

With him, the two of them started to fall for each other fast. They'd frequently see each other as Harvey took his walks around town and Luna ran around doing all sorts of errands and deliveries. And when they had free time, they'd have a conversation every now and again. Slowly talking more and more about their personal lives and why they moved to pelican town. Harvey started to open up more to her and break out of his shell as they got closer, he'd find himself more lonely at times and, if there's no work, he'd jot down things that happened that day (even if it were mundane normal things like going to Pierre's) since he knew she'd love to hear about it and he'd just wait for her by the tree outside his clinic.

(I'm so sorry to the Harvey lovers but I had absolutely no idea what to draw for him- I guess it could be seen as him admiring Luna from afar while she runs around town doing deliveries? I'm genuinely not sure, but I'll work on his timeline more and just know this is most likely subject to change!)

Alex

I guess his realization kinda leads into his confession? But I like to think that shortly after his 8 heart event him and Luna went back to her farmhouse to have lunch and continue to talk. And when it was time to leave Luna and him took a small detour so she could show off her new flower patch, she then took a flower and put it in his hair with an added comment of "Hey, it suits you pretty well!" and then that's when the two parted ways since she had to continue her farmwork. All that to say that the drawing of Alex is his expression watching her leave since I love the trope of a character giving the most loving gaze while the other is unaware-

Sebastian

For Sebastian, I was thinking of when he usually stands by the lake at night. I like to think that's when he thinks about his plans for life since he's spent a lot of time before thinking about moving out of town and I doubt he'd think about that when cramped up in his room. And when he started thinking more and more about Luna and staying in the valley that's when he realized he had caught feelings for her.

Maru

Luna previously helped Maru with various tasks and projects, which just by that alone meant that they were going to spend a lot of time together. But when Maru and Luna would just hang out for the fun of it, Maru realized how much she loved spending time with her and how lonely it'd feel without Luna around. *It took a whole reality check from Penny for Maru to realize her feelings though since Maru was in denial

(Maru's drawing is just her admiring Luna while Luna's helping test a gadget since I also didn't know what to draw for Maru-)

Penny

Penny caught on to her feelings fast, she pretty much realized as soon as it happened. She already admired Luna when they met since Luna was so determined to fix up her grandparents' old farm, but when she saw how gentle and nice she was with the kids and how much she took an interest in Penny's interests those feelings came rushing in. The two have frequent meetups at the museum's library on the weekend where they just read together and chat about what's going on in life, which usually ends with Penny getting flustered at Luna's compliments as Luna admires Penny for taking on the task of tutoring the kids in town, which Penny ends up hiding her face with her book to at least cover some of her blush.

Abigail

With Abigail, she also caught feelings very fast. Luna's always been very supportive of Abigail's dreams of adventuring and would frequently offer to come with if she ever noticed Abigail going off to the mines so they could have each other's backs. Abigail also loved how the two of them could pretty much joke about anything, the two of them spent many nights just playing games and joking around and they wouldn't even notice how much time passed until they started feeling like they were gonna pass out right then and there.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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augie !!

thinking ‘bout steve being in love with the new girl in town <3 she’s a loner and painfully shy but she gave el a flower from the shop she works at and el was smiling the rest of the day <3 max says she was given the coolest ring with a pretty rock on it that the new girl made for her <3 the new girl is cute and giggles (a lot!!!) and blushes every time steve so much as looks at her <3 he tries to make her feel comfortable whenever they bump into each other to ease her anxiety <3 max and el love her so she becomes a familiar face to the gang <3 she wears flowy skirts and flowery dresses and soft sweaters and ‘alice in wonderland’ shirts <3 she skips instead of walking sometimes so her hair flows back and forth <3 town gossip says she’s either too childish or a devil worshipper because of her witch-y vibe <3 because of her tarot cards and crystals and because she often talks to herself and to animals <3 but steve thinks she’s an angel every time she cutely tucks her hair behind her ears when he says something sweet to her <3 she braids her hair with little flowers intertwined in it <3 she wears lipgloss on her lips and shimmery white powder on her eyelids and pretty dangly flowers earrings <3 to steve she’s a woodland fairy <3 her hands are adorned with rings and she gives steve her favorite one that he wears on his left ring finger!!! <3 she makes steve a cute necklace that has his birth flower pressed in it and he kisses it before bed <3 she reads sci-fi and loves horror movies and is obsessed with myths and can talk about true crime and the original fairytales for hours <3 and steve loves her voice so he doesn’t mind just listening to her <3 steve briefly wonders if maybe instead of a fairy she’s a siren ‘cause her voice hypnotizes him almost <3

one day steve and his fairy are at a fair and go to a photobooth and steve just has to use the excuse of limited space in the bench to get her to shyly perch herself on his lap and the pictures capture her pressing her lips to his and giving him her first kiss and and how surprise steve was for a second before kissing her again. and again and again and again. until dustin bangs on the booth to get them to leave.

they consider that their first date.

HARMONIA why'd u do this to me :(

she had a complexion that put those colorful flowers to shame; had that sui generis beauty that was incomparable to a rose, and she bloomed effervescently in the field of up the hill, the sun shining above her that names her breathtakingly angelic.

she's the girl in his dreams and she's the girl of his dreams.

luckily for him, she stood behind that monotonous counter with a smile that paints everything livelier; the sunflower in her hand was the epitome of her charisma, with her novelty mien and lovely smile.

you grinned brightly at the two girls— el and max, who both came with matching scrunchies that tied their hair and clothings that make them, well, them—and it made steve's heart swell. he stood outside the store, hands in his pockets to fiddle with his change, mustering up all his courage before he sauntered and pushed the door open.

you had looked up from the bell chiming. And like always, you'd beamed at him, warm and welcoming. you wore that dress with ruffles on the sleeves, baby blue with white forget-me-nots, lipgloss a shine coat of pink, hair clamped halfway with another forget-me-nots on the ends. you looked lovely as you'd always been.

"hey!" you quipped, making el and max turn to look at their beloved babysitter who's smiles had then turned into mischief, knowing how in denial steve had always been when it came to his feelings. "lovely seeing you here, steve-o,"

he chuckled at the moniker. "you know me. i always need to stop by my favorite shop,"

max snorted. "favorite shop, or favorite person?"

el laughed out of her nose, looking away from max to look up curiously at steve. "yeah. shop or person?"

"can't it be both?" he raised a brow, feeling triumphant when he smiled. and there it was, the way you bashfully tuck your hair behind your ears, the stone ring that glinted from the sun that adds light to your small little shop. steve rubs his pinkie on the matching ring you'd given him, feeling up the soft, silver stone. "i'd like to ask if you're still up for tonight? with us, i mean. dustin and the kids."

a roseate cherubic glow coated your plump cheeks when he looked at you, and he could sense how your anxiety had returned to bang against your heart. all steve could do was offer you a smile, and you're relaxed.

"wouldn't miss it for the world," you leaned against the counter, forearms side by side. when steve stared at you longer, he doesn't realize that the two girls had giggled their way out of the shop, whispered to each other like they would when they found something so amusing.

you frowned when you realized you hadn't even said your goodbye, but your smile returned immediately when you looked back at him, as if he'd been one of the flowers waiting patiently to be plucked by you.

steve observed the crystals aligned at the desk before he spoke up again. "there's a new shipment of horror movies," he told you, chuckling at the way you perked up. "and i managed to snatch up hyperion from henderson for you to read."

"really?" you beamed, rocking on your heels. "oh, god stevie, thank you!"

he tried not to stare too long when your eyelashes fluttered at him. "no problem," steve nodded at her, hand nervously coming up to fiddle with the necklace you made him and god, how is it he's still nervous around you? "alright, sunshine, do you have those- um, hooker's lips?"

"what for?"

"robin wants one," steve's got his lips pursed when he searched for the money in his pocket.

you smiled at the thought of robin. "yeah, we have those."

you returned from the back not even a minute later, a heavy pot on your hands with the plant robin's been yelling at his ear about. steve smiled, carefully taking it from you.

"thanks, sunshine," he slid the money to you.

"steve- this is too much,"

"oh, right!" he balanced the plant in one hand, turning around to pluck a daisy from one of the stalls and handed it to you. "this one's for you."

again, you blushed. "thank you. i'm breaking company rules by letting you pluck one out without any staff assistance, but thank you for the gift,"

suddenly he's embarrassed, with his face ignited up to flames. he walks backwards, with robin's plant hugged tightly against his chest, his back smacking against a shelf that poked at the bottom of his spine, toppling over a fridge magnet that clattered loudly when it fell to the ground. you both winced.

"shit, sorry," he bent down, sticking it back to the metal plate. "i'll just- see you later!"

"and then they found foot prints in the flower beds. you know what the shoes were? avia sneakers. they also found the bullets there from the previous attack."

you like how steve heeds your words like they're the most important news in the world. the way he nods his head, looks at you like you painted the speck of stars in the sky and hung the sun that makes his gloomy days bright, gasps and reacts to your scary little stories because he likes them.

you rant about the night stalker. one of the active murderers going on about right now, and steve has a handful of cotton candies with a variety of colors, a pocket heavy with change and his keys, and an ear perked to the kids who run around to play with robin and eddie.

"he doesn't really have a sequence. he just randomly kills people and it's insane and it's complex and it's so appalling. it's scary and it's interesting at the same time."

steve eyes your dress — flowy, white and pretty that hangs above your knees. the flower clip above your ear that locks your hair out of your face and your plump lips glistening from the vibrancy of the carnival lights. your eyes wide and move excitedly, pupils dilated, and they flicker between his and the surroundings.

he can't decide if your voice was a siren or a harmony. it hypnotizes him — takes his attention by a single swipe of a finger and suddenly he's tethered to you and only you; he wonders why no one else felt this way, why they thought you were weird or some devil worshipper if you were merely being yourself confidently, unbridled with harsh judgements of those insecure and bigoted.

mid story, you take his vacant hand and start fiddling with the stone being harbored proudly by his thick finger. steve blushes, chuckles at the way you don't realize at what you were doing as you continue to talk about blood and gore.

"hey, steve!" dustin yells, a light lisp from the blue braces hugging his teeth tightly. "a photobooth!"

while lucas takes the blue cotton candy and gives it to max who holds tightly at el's hand, steve lets eddie take the cluster out of his arm when he eyes the small box with a curtain for a door. you stop talking, finding your attention snapped to the booth, and you both look at each other knowingly.

but before you even know it, you're being shoved inside by a very eager robin — her hand on you soft and her hand on steve's back hard and almost painful. steve berates her, pressing his hand on the slope of your back and guides you in.

he ducks, bending above you when you settle on the small bench. but oh, it's a one seater. it could barely fit the both of you. you're both bent awkwardly inside the booth, his back hunched and he feels immediately a slight ache right above his spine.

"we don't fit," you pout. but steve — thank heavens for the small bench.

"you can sit on my lap," he pats his thigh, neck aching. "i don't mind, babe,"

and you don't, either. steve settles down in the middle of the metal bench, watching you nervously put all your weight on his fat thigh. he grunts lightly, ameliorates your anxiety by rubbing your back as you fix yourself and straighten your shoulders, the bright square of light making your eyes ache as it beams above the small camera.

steve's other hand fiddles with the necklace tickling his chest — one you've also given him that he can't help but kiss every night. it's the closest thing he has of you, practically beside his heart.

"we've got four pictures," you tell him. "you ready, steve-o,"

"ready when you are, sunshine,"

you press on the button, and you're startled by a sudden loud countdown. steve chuckles behind you, placing his head beside yours with his chin on your shoulder before he mimics the ever bright smile that etches itself on your blooming face.

snap. then a camera flash. the second picture comes next with steve wrinkling his nose, teeth glinting when he parts them and hovers his mouth above your plump cheeks, your hand coming up to squeeze his own with your mouth parted to copy him.

then the third, unexpected when it comes. steve had looked at you suddenly, smile fallen, faint but genuine when his pupils dilate and gloss over adoration as you tuck his hair behind his ears, pushing all the mightiness of his tresses behind him.

you like steve. how couldn't you? he's nice and he's charming. he's the king of your heart, you think—you know. he's wearing the ring you gave him, for fuck's sake. he listens to you ramble about murder like you've stained your dress with blood yet somehow you were the rarest flower in the meadow. and he looks at you the way no one else did.

and he likes you, too. but he wouldn't admit that. not yet, at least.

okay, maybe he would. but only because suddenly, after his doting stare that lingered even after the third shot, you kissed him.

you kissed him, his face in your hands, rings pressing up on the scattered moles on his face, your lips slanted against his. and shit, it's your first kiss and you don't even realize it even when you breathe in his boyish musk of cedar wood and fabric detergent with a hint of plastic from the vhs tapes that lingers on the back of his neck.

steve's surprised at first, a noise in the back or his throat that makes you unsettled, but you're back on your feet when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you with just as much fervor.

breaking away with a small click, he follows you, kissing you once more through short pecks but long enough to let you know how he feels through the gentle graze of his tongue. he's kissing you — steve harrington's kissing you. he's not making out with you.

he's kissing you; softly, delicately, lovingly. the clicks of your mouths overwhelming the sound of the camera.

when he breaks away, finally, he's got a silly smile on his face, rubbing his hot nose against yours and rubbing his palms on your waist and he says, "you've got soft lips, sunshine. like a petal,"

you giggle, twirling his hair in your gem-clad finger and kiss his nose. "you don't need to charm me, stevie. i already kisses you."

he kisses you again and again, even though the booth whirrs and your photo slips out the small box outside where the kids could see your photographed first kiss, lips collided while etched in a smile, eyelashes that tickle both your cheeks, and hearts thumping one another.

and steve still kisses you even when dustin bangs loudly on the door, telling you to get out and that mike and will wanted to try it too.

harmonia, baby, i'm sorry it sucked :(

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