#{{ I will send asks if given the chance I’m just nervous to do so EVEN MORE SO DMING brother I am terrified

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{{ sometimes i wonder if tumblr has changed or i did and my approach to interactions is the reason why I don’t have as many mutuals as i used to

#ooc. #{{ like when I was younger I would always always always dm first check in etc send asks #{{ now I’m too socially anxious really #{{ I’m shy on being the first one usually it’s a follow and then I have to pray I have the courage to send asks anymore #{{ dear mutuals … I am scared #{{ I will send asks if given the chance I’m just nervous to do so EVEN MORE SO DMING brother I am terrified

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Distracted pt 1

Part 2 ->

Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader

THIS IS SMUT MINORS PLS DO NOT.

CW: “Dear/Darling” terms used, oral f!receiving, 🐶style, multiple climaxes.

You’re the new maid at the Phantomhive manor and we’re going on your third day of training. You being a single woman with not much history of romance you figured being a maid of a high class family would be a breeze. Freedom after hours, beautiful housing, etc. Until you met the head butler, Sebastian and God is he gorgeous. I mean this man is the most attractive human being you’ve ever laid your eyes on and he was basically perfect as what he does. No flaw or hiccup in anything he did, it was almost scary. He couldn’t have been human. Even him looking at you from a time to time throughout the day would send a wave through your body, causing you to feel a little needy. You held out though, not wanting to be distracted on your new job. I guess you understood why that red headed main Mey-Rin was so clumsy especially around Sebastian.

You were going about your daily tasks, the laundry for the house, nobody touched the young lord Ciel’s clothing other than Sebastian himself and honestly you were thankful for that, less work for you to do.

Today was difficult, given you haven’t even touched yourself since before you had started your new line of work, and you had a fairy high drive that you used to keep up with on a nightly basis. But given the new environment and close quarters to your co-workers you held off and damnit was it getting rough. Sebastian had manually shown you a few things to practice for the up and coming ball that were to be held in the manor and he wanted to make sure you knew how to dance properly, it’s unlikely you’d be asked but there was always a chance he needed you prepared.

-flashback to that morning-

Sebastian walked over to you with his soft smile he always had on his face, his perfect pale face. “Ah, y/n just the woman I was looking for. Come. I need you to do something for me.” You didn’t say much as you followed him into an open area in the manor. “Dance with me a moment.” He extended his hand out waiting for you to take it. You weren’t the best dancer but you never had to do it much before. You sheepishly put your hand in his, your face saying everything you were feeling. The anxiety, the unease and the overthinking. Sebastian gave a grin and squeezed your hand slightly. “Don’t be nervous my dear, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” He pulled you close, chests touching, his hand placed on your slower back, his touch is firm yet soft somehow. He’s warm, comfortingly warm.

Oh gosh, he’s so close to you. He smells nice, clean. Of course he does. He’s perfect. As Sebastian guides you through the basic steps and possible moves one could do in a traditional dance, he grew slightly irritated as you kept looking down at your feet, soon the hand holding your back moved up to your chin and lifted your gaze to his red eyes. “Y/n. It’s rude not to look at your dance partner. It shows that you’re uninterested. Look at me from now on, understand?” He was grinning, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger and it was annoying. How could you just stare at him the whole time, your body wasn’t prepared for that much eye contact. Let’s just say it was incredibly difficult to look at him, unwavering and not fumble with your steps but you somehow managed to get through it.

-end of flashback-

Yeah, that whole ordeal replaying in your head wasn’t helping your needy situation whatsoever. You kept spacing on the simplest thing and fumbling more than usual, it was irritating you so much. Finnian asked several times if you felt alright, he must’ve blabbed to Sebastian because soon enough the tall pale figure walked over to you. His eyes held a look of concern. “Y/n, Finnian told me you weren’t feeling well. Is that true?” He asked, leaning ever so slightly over you, his eyes dancing over your body. ��Oh! No Sebastian. I’m fine really, thanks for checking on me-” you were cut off by his hand on your forehead, which caused you to start blushing. His eyebrow quirked up and he sighed. “Ah, you’ve got a slight fever, come now.” He p i c k e d you up bridal style and carried you towards your quarters. It was quiet in there given that everyone else was working around the manor. It was just you two.

You protested a few times on the way until he laid you onto your bed, walking over to your door and locking it.

What..?

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit and you looked up at Sebastian, “i- um. What are you doing, Sebastian?” You ask shyly, your mind going crazy at all the possible reasons, of course focusing on the dirtiest outcomes. He walked back over towards you, sitting next to you on the bed, reaching for the back of your dress.

“One with a fever shouldn’t undress themselves. If Mey-Rin were to do it, I fear she’d rip your uniform. That’d be a hassle for me to repair. If it makes your more comfortable I can do this blindfolded.” You could feel his gloved hands tickle your back, you weren’t wearing an undershirt, this uniform was quite warm when working sometimes. You breathe deep and slow, attempting to calm your nerves and hormones running rampant. “N-no it’s fine I-… I can do it.” You could very well do it yourself, but Sebastian doing it was a fantasy becoming reality. You thought it wouldn’t get much harder until you felt a warm breath on your neck, a low voice in your ear and a hand under your uniform holding firmly onto your waist. “I know what your issue is dear, you’re a bit… pent. I know the scent anywhere.” You turn and face him, bright red across your face. “H-hey!” He was incredibly close, impossibly close without kissing you. “S-Sebasti-“ he put a finger on your lips. “If you try and keep quiet I can help you. If you’d like of course.”

What?

Your eyes grew heavy as you gave into him, how could you not? He closed the distance between you and kissed you deeply, you whining as he did so, feeling such a touch for the first time in so long was bliss, it was dirty, it was sinful but it felt so good. His eyes open, his hands running about your body, feeling every curve, every crevice, remembering your shape and taking note on every special spot that seemed to get you going. One of his hands going up your skirt, onto your thighs, pulling down a stocking and laying you onto your back. Your body’s senses were on high and every touch felt like a fire being sent to your core. This was unlike anything you’ve felt before, it was intense and he was simply touching you. He swiftly pulled up your skirt and placed his thumb on your throbbing clit, making slight movements. You pull away from the kiss with a gasp and pushed the back of your head into the pillow beneath you, biting your lip to fight the moan wanting so desperately to escape. Your climax already beginning to build from this small stimulation. Sebastian placed his lips upon your neck, leaving small bites on your sensitive areas. His fingers moving gracefully over your clothed pussy, he felt how excited you were, the soaked panties were a dead giveaway for anyone but he could smell how aroused you were, which got him excited. Not that his body showed signs of it but internally he was going to devour you. He finally pulled back and pulled your panties down, revealing a wet mess. He didn’t miss a beat starting to eat you out, there was no warning, no teasing. Just his tongue on your hot core. You went to moan but his hand swiftly covered your mouth which drove you mad, he was good. Almost instinctually you moved your head and began to suck on his gloved fingers. He looked up at you and stopped for a moment, hands on either side of you, just looming above you. He pulled his hand out and let his fingertips linger at your lips. “Bite the glove.” He commanded, you did so and he slipped his hand out. “Good girl. I didn’t realize you were so naughty. Maybe you needed this more than I thought.” He threw the glove out of your mouth and resumed position. Fingers in your mouth and tongue back onto you. You wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you silly right then and there. But the things his tongue could somehow manage to do were inhuman, your climax quickly built, it was almost embarrassing. You whined and whimpered as you came, your whole body tensing up as he rode your through your climax, letting it settle before pulling away, a trail of your cum and his saliva connecting you and his mouth. He smirked, almost amused on how quickly that happened. “My my. How sweet you taste.” Oh my God.

As his fingers left your mouth you sat up and reached for his pants. He allowed you to undo his buttons, watching intently as he removed the other glove that remained on his right hand.

As you finally got his dick out, it was hard and ready, you were about to take it in your mouth before he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back. “No no, this is about you. I’ll enjoy myself plenty. Just submit.” You bit your lip, glancing back down at his member. “Y-yes sir.” He sure did like obeisance. He got off the bed and gestured tot he edge. “Bend over.” Holy shit what? You blinked and slowly began to move, he sighed. “Quickly now.” He grabbed your hips and brought you in front of him, lifting you with ease, turning you away and pushing you forward onto the bed. It was such a vulnerable position, your skirt covering you until he lifted the fabric and placed it onto your back.

You felt his tip meet your entrance and you whispered “oh fuck..” you heard a giggle, did he hear you?

“Such a filthy little mouth.”

He didn’t warn you, he rammed into you, having you take his entire length immediately, you couldn’t help but moan out as he did so. He soon grabbed a fistful of your pretty hair and put your face to the mattress. “Quiet now, I’m about to begin.” You bit your lip hard as he showed you no mercy. His quick and rough pace were enough to make you see the gates of heaven themselves. Well maybe gates of hell with how this was going. You were burying your face into the mattress moaning into it to muffle whatever you could. His name was your new favorite word, along with a string of words of your full submission. You felt your core begin to heat back up as you felt another orgasm coming quickly. He obviously felt it too as you tighten around his dick, your walls memorizing his shaft and forming to welcome it. It was the first sound you heard from him, a subtle grunt but it was proof of his own pleasure from this.

The room was filled with lewd sounds. The muffled moans, the slaps of your bodies, the absolute mess you were creating, the creaking of your bed frame. All of it being permanently trapped in the walls of your quarters. You’d never walk in here again and not think about this.

“That’s right. Cum for me, darling. Be a good girl and cum.” That was it, you were sent flying over your edge with another intense climax, bigger than the one before. As he slowed down your body twitched at every subtle move, you attempted to regain your breath but you could hardly move your legs. “S-Sebastian… but you didn’t...” You looked over your shoulder at him while he was cleaning up from the utter mess you made on his dick. “Oh dear y/n, I’m not sure you could handle the work it would take for me to cum myself.” He smirked. The way he said it didn’t make it sound condescending or cocky, just matter of fact. You shot up, shakily. Looking at him. “No! I can! I don’t want you to be disappointed or left unattended to!” He lifted your chin up once again, getting absurdly close. “Trust me darling, I’d break you. I don’t want to do that. If I want some more fun, you’ll hear a knock. Now rest.” With that he left you, in your sex filled room, cum soaked sheets and disheveled hair. What a filthy girl you are.

#fanfic #my writing #x reader #x y/n #sebastian michaelis #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler smut #mdni #sebastian x reader #Sebastian michaelis x reader #Sebastian Michaelis smut #smut

[eldritch-thrumming]

i’m so in love that i might stop breathing.

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever, i want to transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever, confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters.

Eddie Munson is signed to a big-name label, one that monitors every move their artists make. The label practically runs half of LA, with so many artists under contract that Eddie’s not really sure how they can even keep track, let alone micro-manage every single one of them. But somehow they do it.

Eddie’s in the hard rock and metal division. Very rarely does he have to cross paths with artists outside of his genre. It’s not really an issue. It’s not like he’s going to collaborate with some bubblegum pink pop princess.

But then the label decides that they need to cross-market some of their artists. They’ve got lots of big names and Eddie’s on tour for his fourth studio album. He’s established, already done a world tour that was so successful the label had wanted to send him back out almost immediately, but he’d pushed back, asking for some time to write. So it’s been two years, but he’s written some of his best songs to date and the arenas are selling out.

Eddie’s so successful that the label decides that they’re going to pair him with some new up-and-coming singer-songwriter duo. The label wants at least one song, but hopes are high that Eddie will take them out as an opener for the last leg of the tour. Eddie’s given their EP a listen; he can’t really imagine that his demographic will ever overlap with theirs, but if this it what the label wants, then who is he to deny them?

It’s a sunny afternoon in LA when Eddie meets Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley at his favorite coffee shop downtown. It’s a safe place for celebrities, with a hidden back entrance and tinted windows, so he’s fairly certain they won’t be caught out together. Eddie’s ordered some lavender honey oat milk latte, something he would never admit to liking in a million years, but it tastes so good he makes the trip here at least three times a week. He’s sitting in a secluded corner, far enough from the windows that he won’t feel nervous, and he’s still got his sunglasses on, just in case.

He spots Robin and Steve almost immediately. They’re hard to miss, both beautiful and sun-kissed, smiling wide as they bicker before they both stop to look around the space.

“Hi!” Robin exclaims when she spots him, rushing over to his table. She grabs his hand between both of hers before he’s even had the chance to offer it to her and pumps it up and down a few times, like they’re shaking hands.

“Rob,” Steve mutters, placing a hand on her shoulder. Then, he turns his blinding smile on Eddie. Eddie had never believed in that whole ‘heart skipping a beat’ thing before but… he feels something happening in that region. “Sorry about her, she’s, like, a huge fan.” He offers his own hand to Eddie and they shake, the brush of skin on skin leaving Eddie just a little breathless, before Steve pulls out a chair and drops into it.

“Ugh, don’t make me sound like some creepy stalker, dingus.” Robin puts her hand on her hips. “What do you want?”

“Uh,” Steve squints at the menu before glancing down at the cup Eddie’s got between his hands. “What’d you get?” He directs the question at Eddie. Eddie tells him, only a little sheepish about it, and Steve smiles again. Eddie’s skin starts to feel itchy, too tight at his collarbones. “That sounds good. I’ll have that,” he tells Robin and she turns to head toward the counter, mumbling about having to order girly drinks.

Once they’re alone, Eddie slides his sunglasses off his face and up into his hair. He clears his throat before looking up into Steve’s face. Their eyes meet and something… happens. Something electric, something pulled taut between them. Eddie feels it and he’s pretty sure Steve does, too, judging by the way his lips part and his tongue darts out to wet them, quick and nervous. Eddie can’t stop staring. Neither can Steve.

Robin comes back with her hands full and glances between them. “Everything alright?” She asks slowly, cautiously, and their gazes finally snap away from each other, a blush rising in Steve’s cheeks.

Steve looks back into Eddie’s eyes like he just can’t help himself. Like he wouldn’t want to look anywhere else. “Yeah,” he says smiling. “Everything’s great.”

~*~

Eddie agrees to take them out on tour with him. The minute he saw Steve Harrington in the flesh, he knew he’d be taking them, but Robin turns out to be pretty cool too. He warns them that his fans can be pretty intense, that he can’t imagine they’ll be all that pleased with the kind of music the duo plays, but Robin and Steve assure him that they’re really just looking for some tour experience more than anything else. They’ll figure out the songwriting on the road, collaborate in a way that will bridge the gap between their style and Eddie’s.

When he gets home later that night, after a detour back to the label’s offices, Eddie can’t help but insta-stalk. He looks up Robin’s page first, upholding the pretense of ‘market research’ even in the privacy of his own mind. Most of her pictures include Steve and so it’s easy to be led away to Steve’s profile. It’s a natural progression. Totally normal.

Steve is… extremely cute. That’s usually not a word that Eddie would apply to someone he’s interested in—he tends to prefer the leather and chains variety much more than the sugary sweet type—but for some reason Eddie’s left breathless this time. He scrolls down Steve’s page, sees a picture of him with a herd of kids climbing on his back, another of him and Robin in matching sailor costumes. He hits the follow button without giving it too much thought and then slides back to his own page. Eddie is notoriously private, Instagram page consisting of only professional and promotional shots of him on tour with his band or in the studio recording. It’s not that Eddie is hiding anything, but he knows enough to know that the more you open up, the more that can be taken from you. He knows enough to know that the metal community can be somewhat closed-minded about some things, so he prefers to hide his personal life away, to keep some things precious and secret.

He wonders what Steve would think of his page, if he were to scroll through it. He wonders what it would be like to be open and honest about his personal life, about loving someone. What it would be like to not have to worry about losing fans, losing sales, losing bookings. To not worry about what the public would think of him.

He sighs and places his phone face down on his bedside table before turning out the light and drifting off to sleep.

~*~

Steve and Robin have been on tour with Eddie for two months and Eddie is almost positive that he’s falling in love with Steve. It was one thing to listen to Steve sing on their EP. It’s something totally different to watch Steve perform, to see his fingers slide up and down his guitar, the notes and his voice melancholy sweet. Eddie thinks almost anyone would fall in love with Steve if they’d just pay attention.

They haven’t done anything. Nothing has happened. But the green rooms and the tour busses have been full of lingering looks and soft brushes of skin. He’s pretty sure that Robin is close to saying something, clearly irritated by their pining. But Eddie’s still unsure. He knows it’s a lot, being on tour and in close quarters for the first time. It’s complicated and he doesn’t want to jeopardize Steve’s first big break. He doesn’t want to distract him. It’s easy to get caught up on tour, to mistake proximity for real feelings. It had happened to Eddie before; he didn’t want it to happen to Steve now.

Because this is a big deal, for Robin and Steve. Eddie had been unsure about taking them on, but, surprisingly, Eddie’s fans had embraced the duo. Their songwriting methods had complimented each other in a way Eddie hasn’t experienced since he first started writing with Gareth and the three of them had written five songs together already. Eddie would pull them both onstage halfway through his set to perform at least two of them and then again for one during the encore. The crowd went wild every time.

It’s the last night of tour when the space between them finally snaps in two. It’s the encore, they’re playing Eddie’s favorite of the five songs they’ve written together. They’ve made it through the complicated bridge, the final chorus, and now they’re closing out the last verse. The energy between Steve and Eddie practically crackles, almost visible under the harsh arena lights. Adrenaline is pumping, making Eddie feel invincible, and he can tell that Steve feels it too by the way he smiles across the stage at him. The final notes ring out and Eddie can’t help himself. He grabs for the strap of Steve’s guitar and pulls. Steve falls into Eddie’s chest, laughing, eyebrows raised, and Eddie can’t even think. His lips crash into Steve’s and it’s magical. Better than Eddie ever even dreamed it would be.

There’s a roaring in his ears as Eddie pulls back, reluctant. Steve’s eyes are still closed and he tries to follow Eddie’s mouth with his own, but Eddie laughs and gives him a little shake. Eddie glances around and realizes that the roaring he’d heard was the crowd going absolutely wild, screaming and cheering and clapping. Eddie looks back at Steve, who’s looking just a little dazed, blush on his cheeks and dopey smile on his lips. Robin’s screaming into her microphone, jumping up and down, egging the crowd on. Steve looks around the arena, still smiling, before looking back at Eddie and mouthing something in his direction. It’s too loud, Eddie can’t hear him over the crowd, so he shakes his head just a little. Steve tries again but Eddie still can’t hear him, so he raises his microphone to his lips.

“Finally,” Steve practically shouts, voice ringing out across the cavernous space. “Thought you’d never take the hint.”

All Eddie can do is laugh and pull Steve in for another kiss as the crowd continues cheering.

@grtwdsmwhr gave me “i want to brainwash you into loving me forever” and this is what I came up with i guess

#i wrote this so quick on my phone so pls pls pls forgive me for everything!!!!!! #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #taylor swift inspired Steddie

[clumsiestgiantess]

New angsty g/t idea just dropped (into my head)!

First meeting between a human and a borrower only instead of trapping them or questioning them or even letting them go the human immediately helps them.  No questions asked.  Every time the human catches them they shower the tiny with a plethora of food and items that will help them survive and sends them on their way.  

The tiny is ultimately confused by such sudden and intense kindness they believe the human must be trying to trick them and doesn’t do anything with what was given to them.  They don’t eat the food or drink the water because it might be poisoned, they don’t use the resources given to them because they’re scared the human might have some way to track it. Unfortunately, without that help they don’t really have the resources to move anywhere else, so they ignore the human and move on. It doesn’t seem like the human has told anyone…

Eventually they end up with this huge waste of a pile of things they need that’s been gifted to them by the human, and it’s taunting them.  They need some of that stuff, but it’s just not safe. The human keeps leaving gifts out on counters, too.  Everywhere they look is some sort of suspiciously left-out item. And every time the human catches a glimpse of them they worry about how they’re not looking any better off.

The tiny starts getting anxious, paranoid even.  Are they even ‘borrowing’ anymore, or just taking things the human wants them to take?  Why is this human so insistent that they take what’s being offered?  Why are they so concerned with the wellbeing of something they shouldn’t have known existed, yet hadn’t even freaked out about when they found?!  What is this human plotting?!

Finally, finally, the tiny can’t take it anymore.  They go up to the human and start ranting.  They ask them genuinely, and terrified of the answer: “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m just helping y-”

“Why?”

The human takes a deep breath and confesses that there was another tiny that lived there before them.  They’d befriended this tiny and was very fond of them, but there was an accident.  Maybe they hadn’t watched where they were stepping.  Maybe they hadn’t heard them yelling to stop as the vacuum cleaner passed over them.  Maybe they were simply rubbing their friend’s back comfortingly and heard a small crack after accidentally pressing in too hard — watching their friend fall over limply in their grasp.

Whatever the case might’ve been, they’d felt such an immense guilt about it for so long and now.. finding another tiny.. god, they just want to make sure this little person has the happiest life possible.  

This human just really wants a second chance.

“Oh.”

I imagine the tiny then befriends the human afterwards, but they have to slowly guide them into a friendship because of how scared the human is of hurting them. And the human who they were so sure was maliciously playing mind games with them suddenly becomes a huge mess of nervous affection instead.

Will that lead to a suffocatingly overprotective giant, or a healing arc for the human to finally come to terms with, and move on from, what happened? Who knows?

#PLEASE I beg someone take this idea away from me before I start another new wip… #It has so much potential for horror angst AND fluff #also if you do pls tag me #g/t #giant/tiny

[justabigassnerd]

Safe and Sound

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word count - 2,151

Warnings - mentions of death, angst, fluff

Summary - On the uranium mission, two of the people you care most about get shot down

A/N - I had to I'm sorry. I'm on a Rooster kick and I had to write for him. For the sake of this fic, Hangman has a WSO because I said so and reader's callsign is Pegasus. This is probably actual horse shite bc I've never written Top Gun before but you won't learn anything by not doing it so I gave it a go. Anyways, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

This mission was one no one at Top Gun could stop talking about. Your father, Pete Mitchell, better known as Maverick, had to whittle down a group of twenty of the top graduates from Top Gun down to six. You made him promise to be fair and not just pick you because you were his daughter because the moment you knew you were the WSO for Jake Seresin, you knew you stood no chance. Hangman was a good pilot. A great pilot even. He just had an ego to match your father’s and would leave his wingmen out to dry at any given opportunity.

Your boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw, had tried to convince you that there was no way your dad wouldn’t pick you. He would constantly praise how you were one of the only teams to make it through the trial run and land the closest hit to the target. Every time he reminded you of that, you just reminded him that the second after that steep climb, Hangman flew off, which would mean leaving your wingman to get blown to smithereens by SAMs in the actual mission. Rooster thought it was unfair, that the daughter of Maverick was stuck as a WSO, but you kept reassuring him that it was your choice. You enjoyed flying but you got nervous sometimes if you were the one piloting the aircraft, so you left it to those who were more comfortable.

When it came time for the mission to be carried out, all candidates were waiting anxiously on the aircraft carrier to find out who Maverick had chosen to fly alongside him in the mission. When Cyclone asked for who would be joining him on the mission he surveyed the pilots, knowing each one of them have trained so hard for this moment.

“Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.” He announces the Foxtrot teams first, you watch as the four relax and share a smile with their friend. You heard Hangman release a small huff of annoyance, but you ignored him, knowing you’ll get your chance in due time.

“And your wingman.” Cyclone prompts. You cast a glance across the room at Rooster and could see how nervous he was. You knew him and your dad had a rocky history since your dad pulled Bradley’s papers at the naval academy, so you hoped your dad wasn’t going to pick someone else.

“Rooster.” Maverick says, making Bradley straighten up and nod slightly. Maverick then announces that you and Hangman are the standbys in case something goes wrong on the mission. The teams head up to the carrier’s runway and you approach your dad.

“You better not do anything stupid out there.” You say in a weak attempt to be funny, but you couldn’t deny the nerves that were eating away at your stomach because your dad and your boyfriend were risking their lives.

“We’ll be there and back in record time. I’ll bring that boyfriend of yours back safe and sound too.” Maverick replies with a reassuring smile as he brings you into a tight hug before turning to get into his jet. You then turned around to find Bradley and saw Hangman walking away from him, throwing you a smile as he passed.

“You okay?” Bradley asks gently as he rests his hands on your hips, his eyes watching you carefully.

“You better come back alive, Bradshaw.” You say, watching as the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Wow, demoted to last name basis?” He manages to joke, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious Bradley. You better come home.” You repeat, making Bradley let go of your hips and cup your face gently in his hands.

“I’m going to do my damn hardest to get home to you.“ He says, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of your cheeks, bringing a smile to your face as you lean into his touch.

“I love you.” You say, both you and Bradley leaning in for a kiss.

“I love you too.” He whispers. Just before you could reply, you hear Fanboy yelling for Rooster to get in his jet and you take a step back.

“I better get going. I’ll be back before you know it.” Bradley says, pressing one last quick kiss to your lips before hurrying over to his jet and climbing into the cockpit, blowing you a kiss before you turn to get into the jet with Hangman. You watch as the four jets take off and fly in the direction of the uranium plant.

“And now we wait.” Hangman says, leaning back in his seat and throwing a glance over his shoulder at you.

“Hopefully we don’t have to do anything.” You reply, watching as the F-18’s quickly become specks in the distance before the missile strike is sent from the carrier to destroy the enemy aircraft’s runway. You could hear what was happening over the radio and you listened intently to what was going on.

“Come on babe.” You whisper to yourself when you hear that Rooster needs to speed up as him and his wingmen are behind schedule. You knew he had a cautious approach to flying and you pegged it to be because he lost his father when he was young and didn’t want to meet the same fate as Goose. Your dad had always told you ‘don’t think, just do’; at that moment, you knew Rooster needed to take your dad’s advice, whether he liked it or not. You and Hangman cheer happily when you hear two confirmed hits, and that the uranium plant is destroyed.

“Now they just have to make it back.” Hangman says with a smile, turning back to you. Both of you are filled with unwavering optimism that this mission is going to be a success. You both knew that there were SAMs so the teams had to fight to make it back, but you had no doubt that they’d be able to make it home.

“Dagger One has been hit. I repeat: Dagger One has been hit.” That one sentence made your heart plummet into your stomach. You could hear Rooster trying to reach Maverick through the radio but was met with no response. You couldn’t believe it. Your dad, one of the Navy’s best pilots was shot down in the blink of an eye.

“Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover.” You heard Hangman speaking to the radio tower, wanting to get into the air to help with the bandits being so close to the remainder of the team.

“Negative Spare.” The response angers you. The team needed help, and you couldn’t believe they were making you just stay put. You blink away the tears angrily and listen to what was going on. You could hear everyone being told to come to the carrier while Rooster was fighting the idea, wanting to look for your dad despite no one seeing a parachute. The next thing you knew you heard frantic calls and announcements that Dagger Two had also been hit and people trying to get a response. Your heart was now shattered. First your dad and then Bradley. Two of the people you love most in this world are gone within minutes.

“Pegasus, you okay?” You hear Hangman ask, an unusual softness to his voice. You couldn’t find your voice and remained staring blankly at the back of Hangman’s seat.

“y/n?” Hangman tries again, this time using your name instead of your callsign. You managed to force yourself to react and looked up to where Hangman was looking at you with concern over the top of his seat.

“They’re gone.” You whisper, tears seeping down your cheeks as the other jets land on the carrier, returning to their spots with the pilots climbing out.

“Are you going to be okay if they need us? I can ask someone else to jump in.” Hangman questions, making you shake your head.

“No, I’ll be okay. I just need a second.” You reply quickly, wiping your eyes and steeling your gaze, knowing you need to be strong right now just in case you’re needed. You fought the pit growing in your stomach and tried to stay focused, trying not to think about your dad and your boyfriend lying dead on enemy territory somewhere. You knew that you and Hangman had to be standing by just in case the bandits followed the others back to the carrier.

“Dagger Spare stand by. We have spotted Rooster on our radar in an F-14 and suspect Maverick is with him too.” You hear someone over the radio say and both you and Hangman leap into action, prepping the jet for take-off. Your heart was pounding, threatening to break your ribs, and burst out of your chest from how hard it was beating. They were alive, and you needed to help them get home.

“Dagger Spare standing by. Ready to take off when needed.” You say, flipping the switches to activate your radar while Hangman moves the jet into position to take off. When you’re cleared for take-off, it only takes a matter of seconds for the jet to get airborne.

“Pegasus, keep an eye out for any bandits, okay?” Hangman says and you nod in acknowledgment, glancing at your radar and at your surroundings. You fly in the direction of where the radio tower told you Rooster was coming from. As you travel you spot an F-14 being trailed by another more advanced jet.

“Hangman, that has to be them!” You say, pointing the jets out to him.

“Target the jet.” Hangman orders which you listen to, targeting the enemy jet easily.

“You’re clear to fire.” You say once you’re locked on target and Hangman doesn’t waste a second firing the missile and blowing up the bandit as you connect your radio to the F-14s.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions. And prepare for landing.” You roll your eyes and laugh at Hangman’s words but couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief as you look over to the other jet and see your dad and boyfriend.

“Hey, Hangman, you look good.” Rooster says.

“I am good Rooster. I’m very good.” Hangman replies with a cocky smile.

“Way to ignore your girlfriend Bradshaw.” You say with a laugh.

“You look amazing, baby. You always do.” Rooster says with a smile.

“Keep your flirting off the channel. We can talk back on the carrier.” Your dad’s teasing tone comes over the radio, bringing a slight blush to your cheeks as you fly back to the carrier. You and Hangman land first just before the crew prepare for your dad to land the F-14 with no front landing gear. You wait and watch anxiously as they land and the second you see them emerge from the cockpit, you’re leaping out of your jet and bolting towards them. You grab your dad in a hug first, hugging him so tight he was convinced you were going to snap him in half.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.” He whispers reassuringly, hugging you equally as tight to comfort you. You remain in your dad’s hold for a couple of minutes before Maverick looks up to see Rooster watching with a small smile on his face.

“I believe someone is waiting to say hi to you.” Maverick says with a smile before releasing you from his hug and turning you around, so you were face to face with your boyfriend. You wasted no time in bringing him in for a kiss, it was messy but helped reassure you that he was here in front of you and that he made it home to you.

“You are an idiot, Bradley Bradshaw. You scared me to death. I thought I lost both you and dad.” You say the moment you part for air. You were beyond grateful he made it back with your dad, but you couldn’t help but be a little angry that he went against orders to do it.

“I’m sorry babe. I just had a gut feeling that Mav was still alive and I couldn’t just leave him to die.” Bradley defends himself apologetically, bringing you into his arms and resting his chin atop your head as he runs a gentle hand up and down your back.

“I’m just so glad you both made it home.” You whisper against his shoulder, hugging him slightly tighter as you speak.

“Safe and sound. Just like we promised.” He replies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you nod.

“Hey, lovebirds, break it up! Celebratory drinks, let’s go!” You hear Payback yell, making the two of you pull apart but not before pressing another kiss to each other’s lips.

“Shall we?” Bradley asks, offering you his arm.

“We shall.”

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The Worthwhile Fight

Word Count: 2450

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry this has taken so long! Hopefully the WC inspires me to write more - I have a few WIPs that should be up in the next couple of weeks, fingers crossed. As always please let me know what you think and send any requests my way!

We are alone with our changing minds

We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time

“Like I told you, I don’t know if I can risk getting hurt like that again. But I also don’t know that I can avoid all the pain by not doing this. It might hurt just as much to walk away from this. So here’s what I’m thinking: we try again.” You’ve been trying to stay neutral as Alexia’s talking, but at this you can’t help the smile that emerges on your face. “Hang on, I’m not done. We try again, but we take it slow. We have to start over completely otherwise I’m afraid we’ll fall back into our old patterns.”

Your smile falters slightly and you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. Apparently you’d started holding it at some point. 

“So like…what does that mean exactly?” You ask, confused by what Alexia is suggesting.

“Well, to start, you have to ask me out. I asked you out last time, so it’s only fair. And then we can go from there.”

“Alright then. Ale, would you like to go on a date with me?” You ask, scooching closer to her in an unsubtle attempt to grab her hand. Alexia, however, pulls it away smirking.

“Hmmm…” She pretends to think and you smack her arm, unimpressed by her teasing. “I would love to. Are you free this Saturday?” “I have to wait until then?” You pout for a moment before she nods. “I suppose I’m free on Saturday. Does that mean I have to leave now?”

“Yep. Get out.” Alexia’s tone is light so you know she’s kidding, but you’re still wary of overstaying your welcome. You rise immediately and Alexia trails you to the door as she has so many times prior. This time, however, it’s not after a fight but also not after a date. You’re leaving her place not as her girlfriend, not as her ex, but as someone new. 

You come around and the armor falls

Pierce the room like a cannonball

From the minute Alexia opens the door, you’re fucked. You’d intended to play it cool tonight, not show too much of your hand (although your confession of love had given quite a bit away), but as soon as you see Alexia in that dress it’s all over. You have no chance at all and, by the look on her face, the Spaniard knows it.

“I–you look–wow.” You stammer, suddenly finding yourself incapable of forming a full sentence. Alexia simply smiles and takes your hand. As she leads you out onto the street and you begin your walk to the restaurant, you become lost in thought about how different this feels from the last time. You’re nervous, which is surprising considering you weren’t on your last first date, but you also know Alexia so much better this time. You know that she’ll likely want to go dancing after dinner and that if you skip dessert at the restaurant she’ll take you to her favorite gelato place. Just like Alexia knows that you’re probably going to kiss her when you drop her off (but you’ll refuse to go inside) and that you’ll finish your gelato in a millisecond and then try to steal hers.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you’re led to a small table in a secluded corner of the room, just as you’d requested. As you settle yourselves in your seats and begin to look over the menus, you can’t help but stare at Alexia. She’s radiant–she’s always radiant–but there’s something different tonight. The fatigue that’s been evident in her expression for the past few months, the fatigue that you know you caused, has started to fade.

“What?” She asks, smiling at you from across the table. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, no sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” You reach across the table to grab her hand. “I’m just so grateful that you agreed to do this with me.”

As your evening continues, you feel yourself relaxing more. Alexia is still Alexia, despite everything in your past. She still has the ability to make you feel as though nothing else in the world matters, as if you can let everything else go when you’re with her and know that everything will turn out alright. When she smiles at you and her eyes crinkle just so, you feel yourself begin to forget all of your worries. 

When dinner is over, just as you expected, Alexia grabs your hand and leads you to find gelato. When you’ve gotten your cones you sit on a bench outside, admiring the views of Barcelona at night. When you finish eating, neither of you makes a move to leave. You rest your head on her shoulder, she intertwines her hand with yours, and everything feels how it should.

As your night winds down and you find yourselves back where you started, at Alexia’s apartment, you let Alexia lead the way to her front door. When she goes to reach for her keys, however, you snake your arms around her waist and spin her so that her back is against the door. Her arms loop around your neck and you press your forehead to hers. For a moment you pause there, eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell. But then Alexia’s arms are tightening around your neck and she’s pulling you impossibly closer for a kiss that changes everything. It’s not your first, nor your last, but it signifies a change in your relationship. For the first time, neither of you is fighting for control or pushing it beyond a kiss. You’re content to just let it be.

We learn to live with the pain

Mosaic broken hearts

But this love is brave and wild

Two weeks later and everything is going better than you expected–it’s not easy by any means and it feels awkward at times, but it’s also so good. You quickly fall back into a rhythm with Alexia. Date night is on Wednesday, but you have dinner almost every night together at one of your places. One such night, you’ve ended up at Alexia’s flat and are sitting at the table together having just finished dinner. It’s getting late and you know you’ll have to excuse yourself soon. You’ve decided sleepovers are off the table for now, in light of the whole ‘starting over’ situation. That’s not to say you hadn’t found time for sex (you most definitely have) but you never wake up together. 

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” The Spaniard pulls you out of your thinking. When you look up at her, she has a smirk on her face and you can tell that she’s desperately trying to prolong your visit. 

“It’s getting late, Ale. I’ve gotta get going.” Unimpressed by her efforts, you rise from your seat and begin to walk towards the door. Instead of following you like she usually does, Alexia reaches out and grabs your wrist. 

“Stay.” Surprised, you look down at her. Her eyes are sincere and you can tell she really means it, but for whatever reason you still feel the need to protest.

“I don’t have a toothbrush or a change of clothes or anything.” “I have an extra toothbrush and you can wear some of my clothes to bed. Tomorrow is our day off so you don’t have to be anywhere early. Next argument.” Alexia quickly shuts down your excuses and pulls you to sit on her lap.

“Look, Ale.” You cup her hand with your face. “I don’t want to mess this up. We’ve been doing so well and I don’t want to take the chance that I might ruin us again. So if this isn’t really what you want, if you want me to go home–” Alexia cuts your rambling off with a kiss. When she pulls away, she looks up at you sincerely.

“Y/N. I know this is scary, but if we don’t do new things we can’t move forward. I’m sure about this and I’m not gonna pressure you, but if you want to spend the night I’d be more than thrilled to have you.” She presses a kiss to your cheek and you nod, standing before helping her to her feet. 

The Spaniard leads you to her bedroom and passes you a t-shirt. It’s always been one of your favorites of hers to wear: soft and worn from years of use. You brush your teeth together, crawl into bed together, and when you fall asleep that night, it’s in each other’s arms for the first time in months. 

The following morning you extricate yourself from Alexia’s arms slowly, careful not to wake your sleeping girlfriend. You pad slowly to her kitchen and start a pot of coffee before settling yourself on her balcony to watch the city wake up. You’ve always been an early riser, while Alexia is more of a night owl. She says she likes the feeling that she’s the last one awake in the world, a feeling that you’ve hated since you were a kid. You like the earliest hours of the day because it always feels like a fresh start. The previous day’s troubles can be forgotten and you have a clean slate. 

When the coffee is brewed you return inside and pour two mugs before tiptoeing back into Alexia’s bedroom. You place the mugs on her bedside table and crawl back into bed with her, rubbing her back softly. She stirs slightly, groaning and rolling over. 

“Time to get up, my love.” You murmur, continuing to rub her back. “I made coffee.”  

She rolls over, opening her eyes slowly.You pass her a cup of coffee as she sits up and she smiles gratefully at you. You know how important the ritual of morning coffee is to your girlfriend and you revel in the opportunity to take part in it. It’s a simple pleasure but the simplicity of it all is what attracts you to it. Her constant gratitude for the smallest moments in her life is one of your favorite qualities and this routine is one of your favorite ways to witness that appreciation. This morning, however, doubt accompanies your usual contentment and Alexia is quick to notice.

“You’re quieter than usual this morning,” She says, nudging you. “Is everything alright, amor?”

“Yes, yes, everything’s good. I’m just—are you sure about this?” 

“This…” The midfielder looks at you, perplexed. You gesture between the two of you, hoping to demonstrate your meaning. It works and her expression quickly shifts from confusion to concern. “You mean us? Of course I am. Where’s this coming from?” “It’s like I told you last night, I’m just so afraid to mess everything up. Ingrid told me how bad things were last time and I couldn’t bear to let it happen again. Aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” “Y/N. Look at me.” She twists so that the two of you are facing each other fully. “If I were afraid, I wouldn't be this all in. I’d be running and hiding and trying to keep you at an arm’s length. Need I remind you that I asked you to stay the night? I wouldn’t have done that if I thought you were going to hurt me again.” 

You nod, comforted by her words. She does have a point, you suppose, although you’re still not entirely convinced. Only time will tell what will truly happen.

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right

Something has to change. She knows it and you know it, but neither of you is willing to admit it. You’ve reached a point of stagnation in your relationship and it’s causing things to fall apart. First it was the weekly date nights. Those quickly morphed into the dinners you share most other nights—nice, but not particularly special as was the intention behind the dates. Next to go was the morning coffee ritual. You both found yourselves rushing in the morning, unable to find time to enjoy each other’s company. You’re dreading to see what changes next and this fear is what forces you to confront Alexia.

It’s after training one night that you finally muster up the courage to have a conversation. You wait until you’re both showered and have eaten, and sit the Spaniard down at the table with you, a serious look on your face.

“We’re not going anywhere, Ale. Everything’s been the same for the past six months. We both know it, we’ve both seen it affect our relationship. We have to make some sort of progress.” “I know. I know, mi amor, we’ve just been busy.” Alexia sighs, reaching across the table to take your hand. “I’ll be better. We’ll be better. We can have our date nights again and wake up earlier. We can make this work.” “No.” You shake your head and your girlfriend’s face falls. “I think we need to make a bigger change than that. I think we should move in together.”

-

After three months of living together, you’re pretty convinced you know everything there is to know about Alexia Putellas. Her quirks, her superstitions, how she takes her tea–you know it all. Today, you’re putting that theory to the test.

“Alright, here’s how it’s going to work, you two.” The social media manager announces. “This is captain vs captain in a head to head trivia battle. The twist? All of the questions are about the other captain. Y/N, let’s start with you. When Alexia wakes up in the morning, what is the first thing she has to do?” 

“Please,” You scoff, hurrying to write on your white board. “If all the questions are this easy there’s no way I’m losing.”

The video continues like this, each of you taking turns answering questions about the other, and eventually you’ve both gotten every question right. When the camera crew clears out, Alexia turns to you.

“Looks like we’re even, huh? We know everything about one another.”

“I guess so. But there’s one thing you don’t know about me.” You can see Alexia’s face morph into confusion at the last part of your sentence, and you take advantage of the distraction to reach into your pocket. It takes her a moment, but when she realizes what you’re holding her breath catches.

“Alexia Putellas. I have loved you since the day I met you. We’ve been through everything together and I wouldn’t change that for the world. You show me every day what I’m capable of and you prove to me time and time again that our love is worth fighting for. Will you marry me?”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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The Pilot and his girl - ch. 2

So, I have vague plans for this fic now but the first two chapters are just dabbles, trying to find a way to write a reader insert and to write Frankie Morales. I'll have to think of a good title for the fic as I get the story together, for now it's just a bunch of scribbled ideas in a notebook. I'll update and give more of a summery once it's taken shape in my head I guess? Until then, I hope you enjoy a second date with Frankie and some fluffy flirting with our sweet soft boy.

Edit: making this easier to navigate- Chapter 3

Waking up late the next morning you catch up on the gossip from last night in the bachelorette party chat thread. It’s filling up with groans and promises to never drink again as your friends wake up across the city. You’re feeling fine, you’d only had a couple of cocktails last night, and now you’re poking fun at your friends while Lizzy curses at you for letting her do too many tequila shots. 

Steve’s future wife: “Seriously, you should’ve stopped me, you were supposed to be my guardian last night!” 

“I stopped you from ordering Long Island Teas for the entire club at 1am, your head and your credit card should be very grateful, Lizzy!”

Steve’s future wife: “My head doesn’t feel very grateful right now…”

Your phone suddenly pings with a new message and as you tap out of the party chat you see Frankie’s name on your screen. You can’t help but feel a little jolt of excitement as you pull up his message.

“morning. i was wondering if youd maybe like to get some coffee today, seeing as i didnt get a chance to buy you a drink last night?”

Your mouth pulls up in an inadvertent smile as you see the text, you’d been hoping he’d get in touch soon.

“Morning, yes I’d like that, I definitely need coffee this morning! 

You hit send but instantly regret it, maybe that message sounded like you only wanted coffee and not that you were happy to see him again? You quickly type out a new message. 

“Sorry, I hit send too fast… I meant to say that I definitely need coffee. But I'd also like to get some with you.” 

The second you hit send you see the innuendo and bite your lip, fuck! 

…

Frankie can’t help but chuckle as he sees her message come through. He knows she means coffee but he sees her typing away as the three dots move on his screen and guesses she’s trying to back track from the “get some” innuendo. He waits while she types, still smiling to himself. He’d been nervous about asking her out for coffee so soon but he wanted to give her a chance to get to know him a bit before he asked her out for dinner, less pressure for both of them he figured. When her instant yes came back he’d felt heat flash through his body, he really wanted to see her again and she seemed to feel the same way. 

“Shit, ignore that last message completely, I mean, yes, I’d really like to get some coffee with you this morning, Frankie.”

Frankie chuckled again and typed his reply. 

“no pun intended then?”

“Shut up :)”

And then; 

“Where do you want to meet, and when? I’m free the whole day. My only plan was to recover from last night.” 

Frankie suggests a coffee shop in a part of the city close to downtown. The area is good for weekends and has lots of places to hang out under the trees that line the river that runs through the neighbourhood. She knows the place and agrees to meet there in an hour and Frankie gets in the shower to get ready. For all the flack Pope had given him last night about making him pay up the one hundred dollar bet he’d also seen that Frankie was really into this girl. He’d spent the ride home telling his friend to not worry, that he was a great guy and that this girl would like Francisco Morales if he only gave her a chance. 

“I know it’s a tired old line but just be yourself, Fish. You’re charming when you want to be and good looking, you know the girls always line up for you when we’re out, even with that damn cap shoved down your forehead. She’s into you so just relax and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman.” Pope had slapped his friend on the shoulder before getting out of the truck and now Frankie tries to force himself to feel some of Pope’s confidence as he scrubs himself down in the shower. “Just relax, he tells himself as his stomach flips at the thought of the way her lips had felt against his cheek last night. “You’ve got this, Frankie, you got her number, she replied, she wants to see you again, just take it from there.” 

…

The second you’ve confirmed to Frankie that you’ll meet in an hour you rush out of bed and into the shower. Butterflies are back in your stomach and you’re kinda surprised at the effect this guy is having on your nerves. It’s not like you to get so nervous about a guy you’ve barely spoken to, even if he was cute and broad as a barn door. Something about Frankie’s shy approach, the way his face seemed to soften when he smiled, made your heart melt a bit. But there was definitely something more confident lurking under the surface, you could tell from his teasing replies to your messages. It gave you the feeling that he was probably hiding a more assertive manner under his initial shyness and you couldn’t wait to make him comfortable enough to bring it out. You were looking forward to getting to know him better and so far it didn’t seem like you’d regret your snap decision to give him your number last night. 

The coffee shop Frankie suggested is right on the river and as you’re walking towards it Frankie texts saying that he’s got a table out back next to the water’s edge. You make your way through the building and see him sitting at a table looking snug in a dark green hoodie, the cap still firmly on his head. His unruly curls are poking out around his neck but it looks as if he’s made the effort to contain the ones around his ears, they are tucked in under the edge of the cap, still threatening to escape. He’s sitting relaxed, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed, looking out over the river where two crews are rowing past. As you get closer he seems to spot you from the corner of his eye and his gaze finds yours, his handsome face splitting into a warm smile as he gets up. 

“Hey, good to see you,” he says, stepping forward to drop a kiss on your cheek before stepping back, still smiling. Your butterflies make themselves known as his warm smell washes over you, that same warm cotton smell from the night before, mint from his toothpaste and something that has to be his body wash. His lips are soft as they brush against your skin, a sharp contrast to the light scratch of his beard. He seems to pause for a second against your cheek as his hand lands on your waist and when he pulls back you feel the cool tip of his nose on your skin. 

“Hi, good to see you too,” you smile as you try to squash the butterflies, letting him pull out the chair opposite his at the small table as you sit down. He gets back to his own seat and leans on his forearms on the table, making it shift slightly as it takes his weight. You bite the inside of your lip as you suddenly feel very shy at the way his eyes are focused on yours and he seems to notice the movement, his eyes dropping to your lips as you worry at them. 

“You’re gonna draw blood, hermosa,” he says with a soft voice and you feel his thumb smooth over your bottom lip, making you let go of it. His gesture is gentle and calming and as he drops his hand back to the table you find yourself wishing he’d continued, your face leaning into his hand. His crooked smile makes your own creep back as he captures your fingertips between his own on the table, gently tugging them towards him, as he leans closer, dropping his eyes to your lips again. Your breath catches in the back of your throat as you watch the pink tip of his tongue dart out over his bottom lip as he moves closer. 

“Morning, early birds! Let me guess, some coffee to start off with to wake you up, huh? And then let me take you through our specials today. Ya’ll are gonna love our seasonal pancakes!” 

You all but groan when the server’s chipper voice cuts through the moment you’re having, Frankie immediately pulls away from you and your fingers slips through his as he clenches his jaw before picking up the menu card on his side of the table. The server continues to rattle through the specials and you scan the menu in front of you. 

“Do you wanna start with coffee, maybe?” Frankie asks, ignoring the server’s chatter. 

“Yes, please, that sounds good. I don’t know what I wanna eat yet,” you say and flip the menu over to look at the huge drinks menu on the back. 

“Black coffee for me, thanks,” Frankie says to the server who has finally covered all the specials. “Know what you want, hermosa?” 

“A double shot cappuccino, thanks,” you reply, looking up at the server who takes your orders and walks away with a nod. 

“Rude,” Frankie smirks as he leans forward again, capturing your fingers in his, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His shyness from last night seems to have disappeared in light of your own and his eyes are warm and soft as he gently tugs you forward, his gaze flicking down to your lips and up to your eyes. You feel heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as he gets close enough for you to smell his toothpaste again, his lips pulling up in a small smile as he gently strokes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

The sharp signal of a phone suddenly cuts through the air and Frankie actually drops his head on to his hands and curses in Spanish under his breath before he leans back and pulls the offending item out of his back pocket. 

“I’m about to toss this damn thing in the river,” he grumbles, throwing you an apologetic look. But looking at the screen his eyebrows pull together in a deep frown. 

“I’m really sorry, I have to take this, it’s work but they usually don’t call on a Sunday.” 

Frankie gets up and steps away from the table. You watch him retreat, realising you don’t actually know what he does for a living. You go back to studying the menu and after a couple of minutes Frankie sits down again, a disappointed look on his face. 

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go,” he says, his hand shooting up to the back of his neck in that same gesture from last night, his face looking crestfallen and apologetic. “There’s an emergency at work that I have to deal with, the guy who’s on call this weekend is stuck in traffic behind some big pile up and can’t get to the airfield.” 

“Oh,” you say, disappointment washing over you, feeling your stomach drop, and it must’ve shown on your face because Frankie’s hand shoots forward and grabs yours. 

“Please don’t think I’m trying to get out of our date, I was really looking forward to hanging out with you but,” Frankie’s fingers are rubbing across the back of your hand, his eyebrows knitted together over his worried eyes, “it’s a medical transportation, some transplant organ that I have to pick up from Mount Hope and fly over to General, it can’t wait.”

“Wow, I didn’t even know you’re a pilot. You fly airplanes?” 

“Helicopters,” he replies proudly as he pulls you up from the chair, still holding on to your hand. “I did it in the army for years but since I left I’ve been working at a local airfield, doing different transportation assignments.” His large hand feels like it dwarfs your own with how easily it fits inside the warmth of his and you hold on to him as he walks you across the patio into the coffee shop. “Maybe we can get the coffee to go?” he suggests, “And some pastries too? They do really good little hand pie things here.” He smiles down at you and you feel a bit better about the sudden end to your date, at least it doesn’t seem like he’s running off just to get away from you. 

When you get to the counter Frankie asks for your coffee order to go and pays for a couple of hand pies while you pick them out, cherry for you and Frankie immediately goes for the same one when you point it out. While he’s waiting for the pies he suddenly looks over at you with a quizzical look. 

“What?” you ask, his face suddenly mischievous. 

“Are you afraid of heights, hermosa?” 

“No, but I’ve never been in a helicopter if that’s what you're asking?” 

“Do you wanna go up in one today?” Frankie grins, his eyes definitely looking like he’s about to get you into trouble.

“Can you do that? I mean, are you allowed to take someone up just like that?” 

“You’re my new co-pilot in training now,” he beams, delighted with his idea. “I’ve got to fly from the airfield to Mount Hope, pick up the box, fly over to General and then back to the airfield. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours if you’re up for it?” His smile is infectious and the excitement in his body is palpable as you feel his hand squeeze yours, you can’t refuse him. 

“Sure, I guess I’ll sign up to be your co-pilot, Frankie,” you laugh and he pulls you in under his arm, dropping a kiss on the top of your head as he grabs the bags with coffee and pastries. “You’ll love it, I promise.” 

Frankie guides you out of the coffee shop and shows you to his truck parked across the street, taking you round to the passenger side door and opening it for you like a gentleman. It makes you smile at him as he gives you a hand up the high step and he grins back at you, making your heart flutter at the sight of his eyes lighting up. In the short time you’ve spent with Frankie, his eyes have definitely become your favourite feature, the dark brown irises changing as his smile comes and goes on his face. When he smiles they seem to soften, his eyebrows coming together as the corners crinkle, when he’s nervous or awkward he drops his head and looks up at you from underneath the peak of his cap and his eyes mirror the worry in his head, now they’re really sparkling with mischief and glee as he all but bounces around the front of the truck before pulling himself up into the driver’s seat. 

“Your coffee, hermosa,” he passes the take away mug to you before placing his own in the cup holder. The truck has been sitting in the warm sun and Frankie pulls the hoodie over his head, tossing it in the back before starting up the truck. The white t-shirt underneath does nothing to hide the sheer width of his shoulders as he turns in his seat, hooking his arm round the back of the bench seat as he manoeuvres the truck out from the tight spot at the curb. You try not to stare at how his chest flexes as he twists half way around in the seat, his muscular arm resting right next to your head. You follow the line of it up underneath the sleeve of his t-shirt, it’s ridden up high on his deltoid and you can see the dark smudge of his armpit as he grunts, twisting around again. 

“Admiring the view, cariño?” Frankie chuckles as he catches your eyes on his chest and you feel heat rushing to your face, quickly slapping your hand over your eyes, stifling a giggle. Frankie laughs loudly and pulls your hand from your face, tugging you closer to him across the wide seat. 

“Come here, hermosa, you can look as much as you want,” his chest is rumbling as he laughs but he pulls your hand up to his mouth and presses his lips to the back of it before setting it down on his leg, moving his hand to the gear shift and pulling out into traffic. 

“So, never been in a helicopter?” he asks, glancing over at you. “Ever been up in a smaller plane?”

“No, nothing like that, only regular commercial flights. Is it very different?” You’re slightly nervous about the idea but Frankie’s excitement is infectious, this is clearly something he loves. 

“It’s very different from a commercial flight but I’ll make sure to go easy on you, no loops or flying upside down.” He moves his hand on top of yours as the traffic starts to flow smoothly, lying warm and solid over your own. 

“I’ve never seen a helicopter fly upside down, you can do that?” Your limited knowledge of helicopters makes Frankie break out in a big grin. 

“Only on special occasions,” he glances away from the road for a second and gives you a wink and you roll your eyes as you catch on. 

“Ha. Ha. Very funny, you’re a regular comedian,” you pull out your hand from under his and punch him lightly on his upper arm, but you can’t help but smile as he chuckles and pretends to duck his head to get away from you. 

“A few helicopters can fly upside down but not this one, unfortunately, I’d like to see your face when I do it,” he laughs again and takes your hand back, placing it on his thigh but holding on to it this time. “Really, don’t worry, hermosa, I’ll take us up and down and fly straight as an arrow, no fooling around.”

“At least not in the air.” It slips out before you know it and Frankie immediately snorts loudly and you feel laughter bubbling inside you as he breaks out in a wide grin, shooting you a mischievous look. 

“At least not in the air,” he agrees, looking at the road again but his eyes are wrinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re not touching any of my buttons.” 

“Ok, that one was too obvious,” you giggle as he tries to contain the way he’s chuckling at his own joke. 

“Yeah, I know but I couldn’t help it,” he smiles, tugging at his cap and looking over at you as the truck comes to a stop at a red light. His brown eyes are warm and happy, the sunlight shines into the car from behind him and his unruly hair has escaped from under his cap and is curling around his ears again. You hesitate for a second but the urge is too strong, you reach up and graze across them with your fingertips, feeling the soft strands brush against your skin. Frankie inhales deeply and the smile slips from his face, replaced by something more urgent. He leans in and the rich aroma of the coffee he’s been drinking washes over you. 

“I really want to kiss you,” he mumbles close to your lips, “but not in my truck at a red light, so please, hermosa, do that again when I won’t crash any vehicles we might be in.” He stays close for a beat longer and drops his gaze to your lips before pulling back with a small groan just as the light changes to green. 

You feel like the atmosphere in the truck is about to reach a dangerous boiling point so you try to calm yourself down by sipping on your coffee and reaching for one of the pies, handing the other to Frankie. 

“I feel like I'm tempting fate by eating a cherry pie with one hand while wearing a white t-shirt.” he says as his first bite drips cherry juice down his fingers. “This is so good though,” he catches the trickle down his pinky with his tongue which makes you swallow and quickly look away. 

He’s right, the pie is very tasty and you both fall silent as you try to capture every flaky crumb that falls from the pie as you bite into it. The filling is sweet and tart and gone far too soon. 

“Fuck, I wish we’d bought three each,” you moan as you swallow down the last bite. Frankie is still juggling the last of his as he turns the truck on to a smaller road on the outskirts of the city, steering with one hand and keeping the pie away from his, miraculously still white, t-shirt. 

“Here, have the rest of mine,” he offers, holding out his hand to you. 

“You sure? You’re not one of those people who offer their food and then get offended when I eat half your fries?” 

“No, I’m smarter than that, I always order a large fries when I’m eating with a woman,” he grins. “Just take my pie, I’m gonna need both hands here anyway.” 

“I’m gonna test you on that,” you say as you gratefully take the last bit of pie from him, “this damn pie really is too good.”

“You wanna share my fries, hermosa?” Frankie smirks, the truck now rumbling down a long straight road, air hangars in the distance. “That must mean I’m getting a second date out of this?”

“That still depends on how this helicopter ride goes, you make me airsick I might change my mind.” You scrunch up your nose as the hangers come closer. “I’m actually kinda nervous, I don’t wanna fuck up your assignment by throwing up in your helicopter.”

“Do you usually get carsick or seasick?” Frankie asks. 

“No, not usually.” 

“Then you’ll be fine, that kind of sickness has got something to do with the balance system in your ear so if you don’t get seasick you’ll be fine in a chopper.” He reaches over with his clean hand and squeezes your thigh, giving you a warm smile, “Don’t worry, hermosa, I’ll take care of you.” 

Frankie pulls up next to the hangar and parks the truck, grabbing his hoodie from the back, quickly coming round to the passenger side as he tugs it over his head and gives you a hand down.

“This is the place,” he says and waves in the general direction of the open hangar doors. “I’ll just get the paperwork from my boss and then we’ll be off.” 

With a hand on the small of your back he guides you towards the hangar where you’re both greeted by an older man who introduces himself as Denny, Frankie’s boss, as Frankie explains that he’s taking you with him on the assignment.

“Sorry to commandeer your date, miss,” he says with a friendly smile as he hands Frankie the paperwork and a set of keys. “But I’m sure you’ll enjoy the trip, Frankie is one of my best pilots.” 

You look over at Frankie who’s looking pleased about the praise as he flips through the paperwork Denny handed him. 

“Thanks, boss, I’ll remember those words next time we talk about my pay raise,” he grins and closes the folder. “Come on, cariño, let me show you the chopper and get you strapped in.”

Frankie’s warm hand rests on the small of your back again as he takes you towards one of the helicopters parked outside the hangar. He’s rattling off facts about it and the technical specifications, you’re trying to keep up but most of it means nothing to you, and he soon breaks into a chuckle as he sees your confused face trying to comprehend what he’s talking about. 

“Don’t worry about it, sorry, I get a bit carried away, even the guys in the army would tell me to shut the fuck up when I got too technical.”

“It’s really cool that you fly helicopters for a living but I genuinely have no idea what any of that means,” you smile at him, “I’m just happy you’re happy to let me tag along today.”

“Of course I am! It was my idea after all, I’d feel too shitty about ditching you before I even got you a coffee.” You’re at the chopper and Frankie unlocks it, sliding open the door and helping you up into the passenger seat. He picks up the seat belt but pauses, looking at your torso. 

“You’re gonna be cold in just that t-shirt and jacket,” he says. You’re wearing the same jean jacket you had on last night with a fresh t-shirt underneath and as you watch he tugs his hoodie off again. “Put this on, I’ll run over and grab something from the locker room.” 

You take the hoodie from his outstretched hand, “Thanks, Frankie,” and he gives you a quick smile before turning and jogging back towards the hangar. 

You slip his dark green hoodie over your head after shedding the jacket and tossing it on to one of the seats in the back. The smell of him overwhelms you the second you pull it over your face, still warm from his body. It smells clean, like fresh detergent and something woody and spicy that might be his body wash. You stop for a second to inhale the scent that seems to be inherently his before pulling it all the way down. The hoodie is far too big for you and you have to roll up the sleeves just to have your fingertips showing. 

You’re wiggling into the seat belt, hooking your arms through on either side, when Frankie comes jogging back with black hoodie on. This one is decidedly more well worn, the fabric fraying at the edges around his arms where he’s pushed it up to his elbows. Down by his hip you can see the white of his t-shirt shining through a hole that looks like something burnt through the hoodie. 

“Comfy?” he asks as he steps up into the cockpit on your side, checking your seat belt and clipping you in securely. 

“Yeah, very. Thanks for lending it to me,” you smile up at him. He’s very close suddenly, as he bends down and pulls on the straps, you feel the tension locking your body into the seat. Frankie looks down at you as his hands still on your waist, you’re holding your breath, his eyes seem to be fixing you in place as much as the seat belt and you hear him slowly exhale, almost in a shudder. 

“Remember what I said about not crashing any vehicles?” he asks, his voice dropping into a low whisper, dark and rich. You nod slowly, the hoodie suddenly feels much too warm. “Please remind me about that when we come back here.” He stays locked on you for a few more breaths until he finally pulls away, caressing your waist as he lets his hands slip over you.

As he steps down and walks around the chopper to the pilot’s side you slowly exhale, trying to calm your racing pulse. That’s four times you’ve been close to kissing and the tension is building inside you to the point where you just want to grab his face and pull him down to your lips. Frankie’s presence is both comforting and rousing, his easy smiles make you feel happy and warm, but the tension that builds when he comes close is exhilarating and almost paralysing. 

Frankie swings into the pilot’s seat and straps himself in, starts going through the pre-flight checks and hands you a pair of headphones to put on. He slips a pair over his own ears and soon you hear his voice coming through them as the helicopter's engine roars to life. It’s loud, much louder than you expected, and you’re glad for the headphones protecting your ears. 

“You ready?” Frankie’s voice comes through the headphones with a slight distortion and you give him a nod and a thumbs up and he smiles back. His face shifts into a more serious look as he looks over the instrument panel and readies everything for flight before he pulls back on the stick in front of him and the helicopter slowly rises off the ground. You feel your stomach plummet as the tarmac drops away beneath you, the cockpit of the chopper seeming impossibly small. It makes you feel like you’re sitting on a tiny chair with nothing but sky around you as Frankie makes the helicopter climb higher. You focus on a spot on the floor between your feet to get your nerves under control and only throw quick glimpses out the window as the surrounding buildings fall away and are replaced by blue sky.  

“Hey, you ok?” Frankie’s voice comes through your headphones as his warm hand lands on your leg and you glance up at him. His eyebrows have knitted together and he’s got that sweet worried look again. 

“Yeah, I’m good, I think I just got a bit of vertigo as we took off,” you huff, drawing a deep, slightly shaky breath. 

“We won’t be climbing anymore, I’m just gonna keep us straight and steady to Mount Hope now. Just keep breathing, hermosa.” He rubs your leg a few times and smiles before he grabs the stick with both hands again. You watch him as he checks the instruments, hailing Mount Hope Hospital to let them know his ETA and then corrects the chopper’s course slightly with a small movement of his hand. He’s moving with an easy confidence that makes you relax, he looks so comfortable in the pilot’s seat, so sure in every move he makes, never hesitating as he checks the instruments and manoeuvres the helicopter. This is the most confident and assured you’ve seen him yet. You trust yourself to sit up a bit straighter and start looking around, carefully glancing outside and actually admiring the view. 

“Feeling better?” You look over at Frankie as his voice comes through your headphones again, he’s smiling as you nod and smile back. 

“Everything looks so different from up here, I can’t even pick out any landmarks,” you remark, looking out over the city again. 

“That’s city hall over there,” Frankie points at a large domed building in the distance. “And there’s General Hospital where we’ll drop off the cargo. And there’s the river,” he points at the long watery snake that glints like silver as the sun hits it from above. 

Frankie continues to point out landmarks to you as he pilots the chopper towards the first destination and pretty soon you feel comfortable enough to lean closer to the window and let your gaze drop down below the chopper. Your stomach clenches at first but then you get used to the view and start enjoying yourself and Frankie’s easy company. He seems so happy flying, so in his element, that it’s hard to not get affected by his good mood. The shyness from your first meeting last night is gone and when he looks over at you it’s with bright eyes and a big smile. 

“I love that I’m the first one to show you all this,” he grins as you get braver and turn in your seat to get a better view out the window. “Your very first helicopter ride, it’s a big deal.” 

“I see why you love it so much, it feels addicting, to be able to fly above everything like this.” 

“Yeah, I always knew I wanted to be a helicopter pilot, used to watch the traffic reports on the news, just to get to see how the pilots flew, even when I was just a kid.” He chuckles at the memory. 

“And then you did it in the army you said?” 

“Yeah, I joined up with the intent to train as a helicopter pilot, I was in Delta Force for years before I left the army.” You see his face change into something darker as he seems to fold in on himself a little. “It wasn’t exactly the experience I thought it would be, it…it was maybe…it left me a bit..I don’t know…” he falters and you see the light go out in his eyes as looks down on his hands for a brief second. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, you don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to,” you regret bringing it up as you see how it changes his mood, but Frankie shakes his head, giving you a small crooked smile. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just…I wanna tell you about it but not now, it’s maybe something for a date much further in the future, if you still wanna have me around then.” He says the last thing with a look over at you that melts your heart, that soft smile that transforms his face. 

“We’ll see,” you smile back at him, “if you stay true to your word about sharing your fries with me.” 

He chuckles and takes your hand, giving it a quick kiss, before grabbing the stick again.

The radio crackles through your headphones and you hear someone from Mount Hope hail the chopper and Frankie responds, starting to prepare for the descent down onto the landing pad outside the hospital. It takes a few minutes and your stomach flips a few times as Frankie steadily brings the helicopter down towards the ground. 

When you’re on the ground a hospital worker in scrubs and a jacket walks over to the helicopter holding onto what essentially looks like a big cooler with a red cross on it. Frankie quickly unbuckles himself and jumps out to slide the door to the back seat open. The middle aged woman with grey hair grabs his hand as she climbs into the back, giving you a quick nod, while Frankie checks that she’s safely strapped in and gives her a pair of headphones.

Soon you’re up in the air again, this ascent was much easier to handle, and Frankie turns the helicopter around and radios to General Hospital to let them know the ETA of the transport. With a stranger in the back of the chopper, the woman has the cooler on her lap the whole way, your conversation with Frankie is minimal. You keep looking out the window, trying to spot places you know, and at one point Frankie nudges your shoe with his boot and points down at a building ahead of the chopper. “The Outback Bar” is painted in large letters on the roof and he gives you a quick grin as you spot it and smile back at him. 

This trip is longer but time still passes fast and soon Frankie is bringing the helicopter down towards the bigger hospital. This time the landing pad is on the roof of a tall high rise and Frankie’s eyebrows are knitted together in concentration as he parries the side winds and slowly makes the descent. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he gently shifts the stick and works the pedals to correct the position. You can’t help but wonder how different this must be from his experience in the army. You try to imagine doing this while at the same time being under threat of enemy fire, but you can’t even picture it. 

When the helicopter touches down on the landing pad you barely feel it, just a slight sway. The lady in the back immediately unbuckles herself as Frankie gets out and slides open the door. You hear her yell a thank you to him over the roar of the rotor blades before walking with brisk pace towards the medical team waiting for her. Frankie swings himself back into the pilot’s seat and straps himself back in. 

“That’s it, mission accomplished, back to the airfield for us.” he says through the headphones and gives you a bright smile before pulling back on the stick and making you rise into the air again. 

“I feel bad,” Frankie suddenly says. “I just realised I never asked what you work with? I’ve just been going on about helicopters.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh, “My job is nowhere near as exciting as helicopters, if I took you to my office you’d fall asleep in a corner before long,” you smile back at him.

“I doubt it, I’d be stealing snacks in the break room, isn’t that what office work is all about?” he smirks back at you. “What kind of business do you work in?”

 “I work in publishing, with academic books mainly.” 

“Really?” Frankie says, his eyes widening as he looks over at you. “That’s pretty damn impressive though, sounds like a job you need to be really smart to do.”

“I don’t know about smart, often it feels like I mainly baby sit grumpy professors who don’t understand why their thirty year old dissertations can’t be printed unedited as a text book,” you sigh, “my people skills are very often tested to the max.”

“But still, you’ve got a college degree right?” he asks, as you nod he continues, “I went from high school to the army and then on to this. I know nothing about anything except flying choppers.”

“That’s still pretty impressive to me though,” you smile at him. “If we had one of those Deep Impact situations, you know, where they have to select the important people to save to keep the human race going? Book editors would not make that cut but I’m pretty sure pilots would be needed.” 

Frankie chuckles, “I fucking loved that one, with Elijah Wood and Morgan Freeman, right? I liked that the meteor actually hit earth, and they showed the destruction and the panic, most movies build up to it but then disaster is avoided at the last second..” 

“Yeah, I really liked that too, in a messed up kinda way,” you say, ”and how they showed how that kind of event brought out the worst in the human race.”

 “What kind of movies are you into?” Frankie asks as he corrects the chopper and sets a course towards the airfield.

“Uuhm…most of them, I guess? I love any kind of historical drama, makes me feel like I have a time machine. And although I’m not crazy about superhero movies I love all Spider-Man movies, really looooove,” you emphasise the love, pulling out the o while Frankie chuckles. 

“I didn’t take you for a Spider-Man girl but that’s good to know.”

“What about you, what are your favourites?” you ask him. 

“I’m pretty predictable, I love action movies, and superhero movies,” he laughs, “and any good horror movie, especially at home with all the lights out, really scare the shit out of myself.” 

“Oh no, I can’t handle horror movies, Frankie!” you protest. “I get so scared I can’t sleep after them. I saw Gremlins when I was like nine and it scarred me for life, I haven’t watched anything scary since I think.” 

“You never watch horror movies?” Frankie asks, his eyebrows raised, looking shocked. 

“No, never really, I avoid them if I can.” 

“Not even classics like The Shining, Psycho, Halloween?” Frankie’s looking over at you, rattling off horror films you’ve heard of but would never dream of watching.

“No, nope, never ever, absolutely not,” you shake your head firmly, you know exactly where Frankie is going with this. 

“I think I need to plan a movie night for our second date,” Frankie chuckles. 

“That’s one sure fire way of not getting a second date, Frankie,” you warn, crossing your arms and pressing your lips together in a firm line, “absolutely not happening.” 

Frankie giggles and leans over, tugging at your arm, trying to uncross it, “Come on, hermosa, I’ll protect you, keep you safe from all the monsters, I’ll let you hide behind me when you get scared.” 

“Why would I even wanna get scared in the first place?” you protest, his giggles making you smile as he tugs your arm free and pulls it over towards his seat. 

“Because then you can hide yourself in my arms and I can feel like the brave guy protecting you from the imaginary monsters,” Frankie smiles and does that thing where he pulls your hand to his lips for a kiss while his warm brown eyes stay locked on you.

You smile back at him, his lips are warm and soft against your skin, and you wish you were back on the ground already. “I’m happy with you just being the brave helicopter guy who’s great at keeping me calm during flying.” 

“Yeah, really?” he smiles and you recognise the way his eyes shift to something more mischievous, “wanna try something scary up here?” 

“Uhu, what do you have in mind, Frankie?” you ask cautiously, “no crashing any vehicles please.” 

“Just hold on to your seat belt, like this,” he lets go of your hand and motions you to grab on to the straps just below your shoulders.

“Why, Frankie?” you ask nervously. 

“Just hold on,” he grins and you grab hold of the straps, watching him intently. He hails the airfield on the radio and tells Denny you’re almost back but that he’s going to try out something before landing. “We’re just gonna have some fun up here,” he says to his boss while grinning over at you. 

“Frankie….” you plead, but you can’t stop yourself from giggling too as the all clear comes through the radio from Denny. 

“Alright, here we go,” Frankie grins and you suddenly feel your whole world tipping sideways and you all but scream as the chopper suddenly tilts, Frankie pulling hard right on the stick. After a few seconds he straightens up again, only to bank hard left as you squeal, squeezing your eyes shut. Your stomach drops as you feel gravity pull you down, only the seatbelt keeping you in your seat. Next to you Frankie is chuckling happily as he pulls the chopper back up horizontal again. You press your head back hard against your set, trying to catch your breath. 

“You alright, hermosa?” Frankie’s voice comes through your headphones, you can hear his grin and you open your eyes and look over at him. “I fucking hate you, Francisco Morales,” you huff but you can’t hide your smile creeping up. The rush had been exhilarating and Frankie laughs at you. “Wanna do it again?” he asks and when you nod, he looks delighted, “knew you’d like it. Hang on then, cariño.” 

As Frankie puts the chopper through a number of skilled manoeuvres, the world around you tips and tilts until your head is spinning, adrenaline flowing through your system. It’s like being on the world’s best roller coaster and you can’t help giggling and squealing as you’re running out of breath. Until suddenly, out of nowhere, the air sickness hits and you feel nausea crash over you. 

“Frankie,” you cry out, “please stop, please stop.” 

Frankie immediately brings the chopper up to hover steadily and leans over, one hand on the stick, the other on your shoulder. You breathe in and out of your nose and try to control the panic in your chest. 

“Just breathe, hermosa, just look at the horizon and keep breathing.” He rubs his warm palm over your arm, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done so much, I’m so sorry, hermosa.” He keeps rubbing his palm up and down your arm and the warmth from his hand and his calm voice in your headphones brings your breathing under control and the nausea dissipates slowly. Eventually you can look away from the horizon and over at Frankie, he’s still leaning over as far as his seat belt will let him, his eyes worried and guilty looking under the cap. 

“Feeling better?” he asks, moving his hand up from your arm to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over the soft skin. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you air sick, cariño.” 

“I’m feeling better now,” you give him a small smile, “I don’t know what happened. I was having fun and then it just hit me all of a sudden.” 

“I think I went a bit overboard on the banking, I should’ve been more careful with you, I’m really sorry.” Frankie’s pained expression tugs at your heart and you reach up and put your hand over his on your cheek. 

“It’s fine, Frankie, I really had fun, it was like being on the best roller coaster. I guess it just got a little bit too much suddenly.” 

Frankie looks a little bit less guilty and gives you one of those warm, soft smiles that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

“I think I’ll get us down again now, get some solid ground under your feet, hermosa.” 

“Sounds like a good idea,” you smile back at him, thankful for his calm way of getting your freak out under control. He leans back into his seat, reluctantly letting go of your cheek, and starts the descent. 

As the helicopter smoothly descends towards the airfield tarmac you see Denny approach from the hangar. Shielding his eyes from the dust whipped up by the rotor blades he waits until Frankie safely puts the aircraft down and turns off the engine, the silence almost deafening after the constant roar in your years. Frankie gets himself out of the pilot’s seat before coming round the chopper to help you out, gently taking the headphones off your head and unclipping your seatbelt. 

“Easy there,” he says, taking your hand and helping you to find your footing. Your legs are surprisingly jelly-like after being in the chopper, a bit like stepping off a boat when the ground still moves under you. “Don’t want you falling over, hermosa,” Frankie tucks his arm around your waist as Denny comes over. 

“Thanks for handling that, Morales,” he says as Frankie hands over the paperwork and the keys to the chopper. “Head on out of here, I’ll finish up, go enjoy your date.” The last thing he says with a smile at you, still safely tucked in with Frankie’s arm around you. 

“Thanks, boss, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he gives Denny a nod and guides you back towards the truck. You’re fine on your feet now but Frankie’s arm feels good around you, so you let your hand slip around his waist and with a little tug Frankie pulls you closer, you catch his smile as you glance up at him. 

As you get back to the truck Frankie walks you over to the passenger side door but doesn’t open it. Instead he moves so that your back is against the side of the truck, with him standing close in front of you. You feel a shiver run through your body as you see the look in his eyes, his brown eyes almost black as he leans closer to you. 

“Remember what I told you to do again, back when we were at the stop light?” he asks, his voice dropping low and dark. 

“Yes,” you breath out, pulse racing so fast you can feel it in your throat. 

You lift your hand and caress your fingers through the unruly dark brown curls poking out around his ear. Frankie inhales and briefly closes his eyes before opening them again as you let your hand slip down his neck, caressing the soft skin behind his ear. You stroke your thumb over his jaw, fitting your thumb against the bare patch. 

Frankie steps in closer, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, slotting them around your face. The pink tip of his tongue pokes out, wetting his bottom lip briefly. 

“Can I finally kiss you now?” he whispers as his eyes flick down to your lips before looking up at you again. 

“Yes, Frankie, please,” you whisper back at him. 

His lips are soft, warm, supple, as he gently presses them against yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks and his scent fills your nose. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him closer and he steps in eagerly, pushing you up against the warm metal of the truck. His tongue darts out and runs along your lips, making you open up and taste him willingly. He deepens the kiss, tilting his head to savour more of your mouth as you feel his tongue slide along your own. A small moan escapes you and in response Frankie slides a hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer. 

You’re bunching up the sides of his black hoodie with how desperately you’re hanging on to him as he licks deeper into your mouth, the gentle kiss quickly turning into something a lot more eager. Frankie’s pressed up against you fully and as he shifts his stance you feel the ridgid thickness between his legs press up against your stomach. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through you and heat pools at the apex of your thighs as Frankie moans into your mouth, shifting his weight again. With a groan he pulls away from your lips, both of you panting, out of breath. 

Frankie drops his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, you can feel his chest rise and fall against yours. 

“You drive me crazy, mi hermosa,” he whispers, “wanted to do that since I first saw you last night.” You smile up at him even though his eyes are still closed. 

“Probably would’ve let you do it last night too, Frankie,” 

“Should’ve asked Pope for a bigger bet,” he grins, opening his eyes and looking down at you. You smile and reach up for his lips, he meets you eagerly and you lose yourself in how soft he feels as lets his tongue slip into your mouth again. 

Chapter 3

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[solarisstyles]

SPEAK NOW(OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE)

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: angst, pining, stubborn!reader, oblivious!harry Summary: You're too scared to admit you're in love with Harry. Harry is oblivious to how obvious you are. Niall's there. A/N: yes, this is based off the Taylor Swift song.

 “Hey, Niall. Who’s that girl Harry is talking to over there?” You asked, watching Harry as he had what seemed to be a very amusing conversation with a beautiful brunette. 

While the music was far too loud, you could tell that she was making him laugh loudly at whatever she was saying. He was standing too close to her for your liking, and if it were possible, your skin would have been green from the jealousy you felt at that moment.

Niall looked over to Harry, a knowing look in his eyes as he looked back to you. “I think he said her name is Joslin. Judging by the daggers you’re sending her with those icy eyes, I don’t think you care though.” his response causing you to cut your eyes away from her, giving him an apologetic stare. 

“Sorry, you know how I get when other girls get close.” and he nodded, understanding your stance. 

“I just don’t understand why you don’t tell him how you feel.” Niall said. 

You glanced back at Harry and then back at Niall, trying to enunciate the current position you were in, “Rejection isn’t really a kink of mine Ni. He’s clearly preoccupied.” nodding your head in Harry’s direction. 

Niall laughed, shaking his head slightly “Only for the moment. If you don’t make a move though you could lose your chance.”

“You say that like I even have a chance to begin with.” you argued back.

Holding his hands up in mock surrender, “Hey, I’m just saying. You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.” earning a snort and laugh from you. 

“That was very prophetic, Niall. Thanks.” 

He smiled, patting you on the shoulder, “I save the best advice for those I love. You’ll thank me later.”.

  It’s been four months since that night and Joslin was a bigger thorn in your side than you’d ever imagined. Anytime you wanted to hang out, she was there, anytime you called Harry, she was there, even when you would randomly join his family for dinner, she was there. You were thankful for Niall being a generous listener. He was set to be awarded a purple heart for the service he gave to you. 

- - - - - - - - - 

  “I just don’t understand why she always has to be everywhere I go. Is it too much to want time alone with my best friend?” you ranted through the phone. 

Niall sighed softly, adjusting his body to be more comfortable on the couch he lounged on as he talked to you, “I mean, no it’s not. But, that’s his girlfriend. It’s kind of expected for her to be around a lot. Have you tried talking to him about it?” he suggested. 

Rolling your eyes, you let out an unamused huff of air “No. He’s too far up her ass for me to get a moment alone with him to even try that. And you see the way she looks at me! If I even suggested talking to him alone she would bite my head off.” 

Niall couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Yeah, I think the dislikable feeling is mutual on her end too.” he agreed. He had, as she said, witnessed how Joslin would give her looks that could kill if possible. Much like you had given her the night you first saw her with Harry. 

“I don’t know what else to suggest you do though. I feel like you guys aren’t communicating very well and I hate feeling tension between my two best friends.” he confessed, feeling a little nervous about your response. 

It was your turn to sigh, feeling guilty for putting Niall in such a position, “You’re right. I’m sorry that I’ve put you in the middle like this. I love Harry so much, and I love that he’s happy. I just hate that he’s happy with her.” you said, enunciating the last word of your sentence. 

“I know what you mean. And if it helps you at all, I’m not very fond of her either. It all seems very forced on Harry’s end and I wish he would see that he has you right at the tip of his fingers.” He told you, feeling sympathetic. 

Niall knew you were selfless enough to push your feelings aside if it meant Harry was happy, but he completely understood as Harry’s other best friend that you wanted that happiness to be found in the right person. Joslin was definitely not that person either to either of you. 

“You have no idea what a comfort that was to hear Ni. Thank you.” you softly responded, a relieving feeling washed over you hearing that you weren’t alone with how you felt. It was nice to know somebody else felt the same way, especially Niall. 

“Of course. I’m always going to be here for you. You’re my best friend just like Harry is.” he assured you,making your heart swell with fondness. 

“You’re my best friend too Ni. I’m gonna go to bed now. Thank you for listening to me.” hearing him yawn on the other end he then responded 

“Always here to listen. Just give me a call or come over. Goodnight.” he said. 

Telling him goodnight as well, you ended your call, feeling like you could fall asleep without feeling upset about Harry for the first time in months.

- - - - - - - - - 

  It was on Harry and Joslin’s one year anniversary that you could officially say your heart was broken in two. You banged on Niall’s apartment door, hot tears streaming down your bright red cheeks as you waited for him to answer. 

He was quick to do so, instantly pulling you in for a big hug. 

“He fucking proposed!” you sobbed into his chest, your fists clenching his shirt in fear of falling to your knees. 

Niall’s heart broke for you as you cried in his arms. “I know, I saw the Instagram announcement too.” he assured. 

“How could he want to marry her after the shit she said to him?! She called him stupid and said he’d never make a living in the job field he’s dreamed of since we were five.” you sniffled, scrubbing your sleeve against your cheek to wipe away the tears. “She doesn’t even support him.” your words cut through the air. Spite and anger fueling the fire that blazed inside of you. 

“He’s a dumbass.” Niall agreed, softly rubbing your back in an attempt to sooth you. “I told him the same thing months ago when he talked to me about buying a ring. I told him not to make such a stupid mistake. We can all tell he’s not happy, so I don’t understand why he’s taking it this far.” leaning his head on top of yours, he sighed. “It’ll be okay. Hopefully something will bring him to his senses.” you could hear the hopefulness in Niall’s voice. 

And as much as you wanted to have that same hope, you feared nothing would make Harry see sense.

 Being the best friend you were, you sent Harry your congratulations regardless of how broken you felt. 

Harry sent back his thanks and let you know that Joslin would love to have your help with the planning. 

You knew she didn’t genuinely want your input. It was just another way for her to press the dagger further into your beating heart. Not wanting to disappoint Harry though, you agreed to help. 

Joslin dragged you through so many venues for both the ceremony and the reception before settling on one at a country club which just so happened to be where Harry asked Joslin’s dad for permission to marry her after a round of golf one Sunday. Joslin exaggerated the details of it but the thought of Harry doing that stung nonetheless. 

And she knew it. It was like Joslin was getting a sick thrill out of seeing you slowly break. 

You weren’t even in the bridal party but she made sure you were there when she said ‘yes’ to the dress. You couldn’t deny that it was stunning and Harry was bound to be breathless over seeing her in it. You wished so bad that it was you, and it’s like Joslin could read your mind as she looked at you through the mirror in front of her as she tried on dress after dress. 

As you were all leaving the bridal store Joslin softly grabbed you by the elbow before you could walk to your car, “Can we have a little chat?” she asked, her voice oozing in a fake feeling. 

“Sure.” you nodded, turning to give her your full attention. 

“I’m going to just be very transparent with you. I see the way you look at Harry. And frankly it makes me sick that you would be so disrespectful as he’s happily spoken for. I understand you might be having some regrets but he’s mine. We’re going to be married soon and I would really appreciate it if you would back off.” Her words were cold as ice, just as you suspected her to be originally. 

While you weren’t shocked, you couldn’t help but feel taken aback at her sudden need to be so possessive over Harry. 

You blinked, breaking yourself from the shocked stare you gave her in response, your shock quickly turning into defensive anger as you narrowed your eyes at her “I beg your pardon? I’ll have you know that I will not be ‘backing off’ as you demand.” you began, putting air quotations around her words. “Harry has been my best friend since grade school and you will not change that.” You Let her know, standing firm in your position in Harry’s life. 

Joslin laughed in a way that resembled nails scraping down a chalkboard, then leaned in close to you to speak low, “I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to be forceful here but you’ve left me no choice. I don’t want to see hide nor hair of you at our wedding. Is that clear?” she asked, tilting her head in a mocking way. 

“Crystal.” you simply responded, your voice flat with no emotion, eyes as dull as you felt inside. 

Taking that as your que to leave, you walked away from her to your car.

  Your grip on the steering wheel was so tight your knuckles turned white as you drove, Niall’s shrill voice booming through your car’s speakers, “She did WHAT?” he exclaimed. 

“You heard me.” you confirmed, filling him in on the argument between Joslin and you. 

“What a bitch. Harry’s not going to stand for that.” he spoke confidently. 

“Ha!” you laughed out, “That’s if she even tells him the truth. Or at all.” 

Niall groaned, clearly frustrated “I’ll tell him then.” he declared. 

“No, no Niall don’t!” you quickly spoke, a surge of panic rising in you. “Don’t tell him anything. I feel like I’ve caused enough problems as it is and I don’t want to be a problem during what’s supposed to be a happy time for him.” 

Your reasoning caused Niall to roll his eyes,“What are you gonna do then? He’s going to be hurt if you’re not there.” he asked. 

You bit your lip, in thought about your options. “I’ll sneak in. But, I’ll need your help.”

- - - - - - - - - 

  It was the day of the wedding and thanks to Niall your plan was in full swing. 

You sat in your car parked outside the venue where the wedding party was getting ready inside on separate sides. Your leg bounced with nerves as you waited for Niall to text you that the coast was clear. 

Currently the groom party was getting some shots done by the photographer of them getting ready. It was the last task they had to do before meeting up with the bridal party to walk down the aisle. 

Hearing the text alert ding on your phone, you quickly opened it to see Niall letting you know that the coast was clear and that Harry would be alone for a good thirty minutes before it was time for the wedding to start. 

Getting out of your car, you followed the directions Niall gave you to Harry’s room, thankful to avoid anybody that might question your presence. Standing at the door, you stared at it, your heart beating faster than ever before, your palms suddenly sweaty as you brought your shaky hand up and rapped your knuckles against the door to knock on it. Taking a deep breath as you awaited him to answer the door, you felt the wind knocked from you again when the door opened. 

He looked so handsome in his fitted tux, his curly hair perfectly styled for the occasion, his skin was tan and glowing as if he’d been in the sun for days. His bright smile nearly blinded you as he pulled you in for a hug, “I’m so glad I got to see you before the wedding.” he happily said, pulling back to look at you. 

Noticing your casual attire, he couldn’t fight the slight confused look from his face, “Dressed pretty casual for a wedding huh? I’d hoped I was special enough for you to dress up.'' His teasing tone brings you more nerves. 

“She didn’t tell you?” you asked, wanting confirmation of your thoughts. 

“Who didn’t tell me what?” he asked, even more confused. 

Sighing, you looked down the hall, worrying about somebody seeing you. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you.” desperately wanting to have more privacy as you spoke. 

Harry could see how nervous you were and ushered you into the room, closing the door behind him. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you concerned.

  Swallowing around the thickness of your throat, you took a shaky breath, “Joslin uninvited me to the wedding.” you told him, looking into his eyes so he could see you were being honest. 

“What?” he asked, “Why would she do that?” he further asked, feeling hurt and confused. 

Taking another deep shaky breath you began to explain the argument you and her had outside of the bridal store, filling him in on her wickedness. “I understand you love her, and I want you to know I support that. I can’t stand back and watch you marry somebody that’s so obviously bad for you though. She’s right, Harry. I’m in love with you and it has been absolutely killing me helping her plan this whole day for you two. I went through with it thinking it could help me move on, cause your happiness means more to me than anything.” pausing, you wiped away the tears that had begun to leak from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I know it’s not fair to dump all of this on you on today of all days. I had to get this off my chest though before you became a married man. I genuinely hope you have a lifetime of happiness with her.” you concluded. 

Harry was speechless, all he could do was stare at you with wide eyes, his mouth gaped open like he wanted to respond but couldn’t find the words. 

The moment was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, Niall opening it and peeking in at the two of you with a sympathetic smile on his face, “It’s time.” he softly said. 

Looking from Niall back to Harry, you gave him a tiny nod, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, then walking out the door to go back to your car and leave.

 When you left the room, Niall stood in the doorway, staring Harry down as he stood in absolute shock. 

“I fucked up.” Harry said, his eyes meeting Niall’s. 

The weight of the situation was slowly sinking in for him. You loved him. How could he have been so blind to it? You were his best friend. How did he miss something that was probably so obvious? 

“I mean… if we’re technically speaking… you still have time to fix this.” Niall said, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the time. “About five minutes to be exact. So, I’d move fast if I were you.” He told his best friend, a smile slowly forming on his face. 

Harry slowly began to smile back at him, “Joslin will never forgive me.” he said. 

“Fuck Joslin. Go get the girl you really wanted to marry since you were twelve.” Niall encouraged, holding the door open for Harry. 

As Harry walked through the doorway, he pulled Niall into a tight embrace “Thank you.” he said. 

“Yeah, yeah, I better be your best man. Again.” Niall dismissed, pushing him away. “Now run before she gets to her car and leaves,” he instructed. 

Nodding, Harry took off running down the hall, bursting through the emergency exit that led to the parking lot. Spotting you almost to your car, he sprinted towards you, calling your name. 

Your head whipped around at the sound of his voice, your tear stained face laced with shock as he approached you. 

Grabbing your face with both of his hands, he crashed his lips into yours. 

The shock instantly melted away as you melted into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his wrists and pulling yourself closer to him. 

When you both eventually pulled away from one another for air, you pressed your forehead against his, your eyes still closed as you tried to catch your breath, him doing the same. 

“What are you doing?” you breathed against his lips. 

“What I should have done a long time ago.” he said, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks softly. “I love you too. I have since we were kids. I’m so sorry that I was too stupid to see that you felt the same way. I didn’t think I had a chance with you.” he confessed. 

You were shocked, your eyes finally opening to look into his own. “Really?” you asked. 

“Really.” he confirmed, smiling at you. 

“Give me your keys. I’ll drive.” he said, bringing you back to the reality of where you were. 

“But your wedding-”, 

“Fuck it. Joslin’s not you so I don’t want it.” he interrupted, holding his palm out for your car keys. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, fishing your keys out of your pocket and handing them to him. 

You both were quick to get in your car, Joslin running out of the venue screaming at your car as you both drove away into your happily ever after.

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[luminouslywriting]

hi Carley!! Sorry for this random ask..I’m nervous tehee…I’m going on a big trip tomorrow with a super long flight and I hate flying I’m so nervous 😭I’m so excited for the destination though! Any chance of some headcannons of how loml John Egan would cope with reader having a panic attack? If not absolutely no worries ��� hope that you are not too worried for your surgery, thinking of you <3

Hi sweetheart! This was really similar to this ask:

hi! I loved your Bucky headcannon about a reader with anxiety 🥹 so accurate!!!!!!! Wondering if you would mind writing one about how he’d deal with the reader having a panic attack? No worries if not! And I’m sure the fellow anxiety girlies would love to hear any extra headcannons you have on the matter 🫶 sending love !!!!

So I'm going to combine them! Thank you for your care and concern :)

More under the cut, cut for length:

-I think that Bucky is a really grounding presence and so absolutely worried about your well-being

-He's already tuned into your physical cues and signs for when you're having a panic attack so he can be ready for them at any given moment

-There are a few different ways to handle a panic attack, and I think given the severity of your panic attack/what works best for you, he's going to figure out what will help you the most

-You don't want to be touched?

-That's fine. He's going to sit on the ground near you or try to talk in a soothing tone and tell you stories to make you laugh or ask you questions about things like sight, hearing, smell, taste, etc.

-You DO want to be touched or held?

-Even better! He's a pretty physically affectionate person and if that means hugging you to calm you down or breathing with you, or holding your hand, or even kissing you—this man is happy to do it

-Think of the reverse Stydia kiss to stop a panic attack and help you hold your breath

-You need music or something to focus on? He is singing his best renditions of songs as gently and as sweetly as he can for you

-It's crowded and you need to be somewhere else? He will whisk you away as quickly as he can

-And the aftercare of a panic attack? HE IS PREPARED

-I'm talking about the way that Bucky absolutely would pamper you

-He's getting your favorite foods or snacks ready if you're hungry. And if you're not, he's finding your favorite things or objects to try and ground you.

-Would absolutely run a warm bath with some kind of salts or essential oils in it to help you relax

-Is ready to help you in the gentlest of ways and is sitting by you the entire time

-Helps you lotion and brush through your hair and brush your teeth

-Cleans everything up and just wants to hold you and murmur sweet nothings into your ears about how things are going to get better, how you're so strong and brave, and how much he loves you

-Is just the softest man with you and totally understands where you're coming from

-I hope this helped, dears :)

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[anaslair]

I’m a straight Bengali girl (daughter of Aphrodite), who’s a little chubby and has a lot of acne scars (both of which I’m insecure about, though, I’ve been staring to like my acne scars lately). I wear glasses and without them, the world around me is very blurry. I’m pretty shy and nervous, so I sort of have trouble speaking to strangers or people I don’t know well. But once I’m comfortable around you and we mutually see each other as friends, I’m able to show you my chaotic side and feel comfortable saying some pretty wild things. I also make quite a few sexual jokes. Though I am more comfortable to speak freely with my friends, if I’m in a relatively big group that consists of my friends, I get really nervous speaking in front of all of them, so I opt to talk to individuals rather than the collective. I crave for physical affection but I never ask for it because I’ll feel bad if I get rejected of such, so I’ll wait til someone decide to give me affection. I’m a huge romantic fan and love reading romance stories or fanfic, and I love men who are completely obsessed with you. If I’m going to be honest, I feel more attracted to depressed or sad men rather than happy or cheerful men. I love eating food, but don’t really like eating in front of people much cause I always feel like I’m being judge for the way I eat even if that’s not actually the case. I can’t help it, so I prefer to eat alone. My favourite food is chicken curry and rice! I have trouble keeping eye contact so I usually look somewhere else while talking to people, but I do occasionally (while in the conversation) do make eye contact. There are times where it takes time for my brain to process some situations or dialogue, and I have an awfully memory. I also hate reading out load cause my brain takes time to process the words on the paper for me to read out load, so it makes me say the words out load slowly and almost choppy, you know? I love my friends very much and always love to hang out with them, even if we are simply in a room together only doing our own thing. I just like being in their presence. Though, once my social battery runs out, I’d like to be alone in my room (though, I I have a romantic partner, I wouldn’t mind them being with me). I’m always open to be their for my friends if they are down and listen to their problems, but not good at verbally comforting them, so I’m open for providing them physical comfort such as a hug or rubbing their back if that’s what they want. If I don’t anything embarrassing, I will constantly think about the moment for years and best myself over it and mentally redo that whole conversation or action in a way better way that I should have done to have not embarrassed myself earlier, you know? I very kind and often give people the benefit of the doubt, and I’m sort of a pushover, but I’m still able to say no to situations that make me uncomfortable.

I love reading, drawing, and creating ocs and world building. I’m such a mythology nerd, especially when it comes to Greek mythology (I have many books about these myths). I absolutely hate bugs and because of them, I hate being in forests and such cause I always get swarmed by them. I’m also afraid of the dark, so when I sleep, I leave my door open and the hallway light on.

My matchups are usually long like this so that’s why they may take a little while to come out 🥸 pls bear with me guys 🫶

Hope you like it anon!! Have a great day and tysm for requesting!!! <3

I match you with…

Luke Castellan!!

(Let’s all collectively join hands and pretend he didn’t die 🫰)

After the second titan war was officially over, Luke went through a lot before finally being able to return to camp

He did literally stab himself to end Kronos’s reign of terror, so after a long fight discussion amongst the gods, it was decided he should be given a second chance at life. A brand new start

Not without cleaning his mess first though. He was assigned by the gods to send a load of monsters he recruited for Kronos back to Tartarus, while simultaneously healing from his fatal wound

Even under Apollo’s direct care, the injury left a huge, nasty scar on his body

Honestly, he preferred facing whatever punishment Hades had for him in the Underworld than helping any god. But he owed everyone (specially Annabeth and Thalia, his real family) an apology and to make things right

So he killed a shitload of monsters, (complained the whole time)

When he finally got back to camp, he almost couldn’t believe how much it had changed. The place was PACKED with new campers (and they were not all cramped in his cabin like usual 😱)

And there were twice as many cabins too??? for the smaller gods???

Was he at the right place?😀 Was he actually dead?🧍‍♂️

Took a lot of explaining for him to believe he wasn’t

The thought of demigods not having to go through what he went through was incredible, but hard to believe

A bit bittersweet for him too

On top of that, it took a lot of time and effort to regain everyone’s trust on him

Even with all the new space available in the Hermes cabin, he had to sleep on the ground for a long time before his siblings let him have a bed 💀

He had to prove himself for a long time before everyone started opening up to him again

Slowly but surely, it started to happen!! Annabeth and most of the campers got back to speaking terms with him, Thalia visited sometimes and Percy was still a little sus every time they interacted (specially when Annabeth was in the room🤷‍♀️) but it eventually got better

It wasn’t the same as before of course, which made him feel…lonely most of the time. It wasn’t perfect, but he was grateful for at least not being completely ignored

Travis and Connor even stole a new pillow for him after a while of him sleeping without any 👏

Soon enough, life was almost normal again (as normal as a demigod’s life could get)

He did live with an imense sense of guilt and had recurring nightmares about what happened, accompanied with sharp pains on his chest, right where he stabbed himself

But it was a small price to pay for all the pain he caused, he thought

Eventually, he became head counselor of the Herme’s cabin again and Chiron gave him permission to teach sword lessons to the newest campers.

Life was as good as it could get for him, for sure

Though it definitely got a million times better with you in it

You were one of the new campers, practically Luke’s age when you arrived, which got yourself urgent self defense lessons with Mr. Castellan himself

He was the ideal person for the job, being the best swordsman on camp and all

Chiron also knew Luke had a way of making newcomers feel welcomed, being used to do it with practically every new kid in camp before the war

So, as Luke made his way to your first lesson, he tried to come up with a way to politely ask you how you survived all this time without proper training-

Only to give it up as soon as he laid his eyes on you

Of course you were a daughter of Aphrodite, you were drop dead gorgeous. Probably survived all this time outside camp by using the power her kids inherited, charmspeak

All of that was going through his head while he intensely stared at you without saying a word 🗿

Making you nervously eye him back 👁️👁️

Noticing you were getting anxious, he snapped out of it, the very tip of his ears getting slightly red

Quickly introducing himself as your new self defense teacher, he offered a hand for you to shake

To which you did after a bit of an awkward pause, nodding at his words. He seemed like a confident, nice guy

He took it you were a bit shy so he made sure to try and not to make you uncomfortable while teaching you some basic sword moves and techniques

You were doing your best to keep up but honestly felt like straight up dying everytime Luke asked you to repeat a move

The sword was heavy and the afternoon was hot, making you sweat profusely

That’s when everything went downhill :)

Your glasses just wouldn’t stay still in your face, the sweat making them slip down your nose every time you tried a new move

Right as you were about to swing your sword for the millionth time, your glasses fully fell off your face, making you flail the big weapon around uncontrollably

Coincidentally chopping a good amount of Chiron’s tail off, who was just passing by to check on your progress

Chiron promised he needed a new trim anyway, but that didn’t stop you from apologizing almost a thousand times and sitting down with your face buried in your hands

The situation amused Luke profusely, but he could also tell you were seriously beating yourself up about it

So after thinking for a while, he gently tapped you on the arm, showing you small scar he had on his forearm

He told you it was from his first ever sword lesson, but it wasn’t caused by a sword

When you gave him a confused look, he told you it was a consequence of accidentally poking a Pegasus’s bottom with a sharp weapon

You tried not to, but you laughed right at his face

Which made Luke smile as well, you had a cute laugh

After that, you slowly started opening up to your sword teacher, who actually got attached to you pretty quickly

Y’alls friendship was honestly precious oml, he absolutely LIVED for the fact that you were completely unhinged when y’all were alone, which got both of you a lot of inside jokes

When you first made a sexual joke in front of him he was completely shook

You were in the middle of training, making him accidentally cut a whole training doll in half after you said it

Who knew that something like that could come out of a shy person like yourself

He laughed and threw a dirty joke right back at you, but his ears were completely red in the process

The first time he had one of his pain streaks next to you he got really stressed out, not really wanting to talk about the origin of his injury

Partially because it was tremendously hard for him to talk about his past, but also because he was afraid you’d hate him for it

But you never pressured him to say anything, just sat beside him with a hand on his back for support, furrowed brows in concern as you waited for his pain to pass

He absolutely adored you for that

He didn’t feel alone anymore

He’s a naturally attentive person so he can always tell when you’re uncomfortable in social situations, always making sure that everything you’re saying is getting the correct amount of attention, even if he was the only one listening to it

Everyone knew he kind of had a soft spot for you (totally unrelated to the crush he was developing on you)

He always went easy on you at sparring lessons, just to absolutely humiliate whoever was next against him by winning in seconds

He sneaked food into your cabin when you absolutely could not stand eating with everyone else at the dining pavilion

(anyone else would probably get caught in the act and get absolutely wrecked by the harpies, but he was a son of the god of thieves so 😋)

Kept you close during capture the flag, not only to keep an eye on you but also because he absolutely LIVED for the fact that you were more scared of the bugs than the monsters who lived inside the woods

You dealt with the monsters and he jabbed all the bugs on the way, you made a pretty good team

It was pretty obvious he had a thing for you, everyone knew about it but you apparently

I mean, he stole got you a whole deck of mythomagic cards because he knew you were totally obsessed with mythology, the guy was pretty much down bad for you pls 😩

And honestly, you felt the exact same way

It was pretty clear in the way your face got full on red every time he had any type of physical contact with you

He adored it and absolutely did it on purpose just to get a reaction out of you

He wanted to let you know how he felt, he really did

But on top of not wanting to risk your friendship, he was deathly afraid you’d absolutely despise him after you found out about his past

It was only a matter of time anyway, but he was going to avoid it as much as he could

Although you found out way sooner and it went WAY better than he expected

It was a warm night and you were awfully quiet, more than usual

It wasn’t because your social battery went out. No… he knew something was up by the way you hugged yourself tightly, touching your face from time to time

He asked if you wanted to hang out by the beach for a bit, to which you silently agreed

Y’all sat in silence for a while, Luke giving you concerned side eyes from time to time

He eventually spoke up, saying you could talk to him about anything you wanted to, he’d listen

Your eyes watered a bit. You breathed out and eventually told him that some days, you had a bit of trouble accepting your current weight and your acne scars

You told him you were working on it but some days were harder than others

Honestly, he was bamboozled lol

He could never imagine someone as beautiful as you had those kind of insecurities

Before even thinking about it, he said you were absolutely perfect in his eyes

It was the first thing he thought when he met you actually

You almost choked on air bro WHAT

Your face was COMPLETELY red, about to explode🚨

Ears fully red after realizing how he slipped, he quickly continued, telling you that he also understood how you felt

He touched the scar he had on his face, lowering his hand to touch the one on his chest right after

You knew something bad had happened to him. But you also knew he had to tell you on his own terms

You just softly repeated what he told you

“You can talk to me about anything you want to, I’ll listen”

His eyes met yours and you were surprised by how much sadness they held in that moment

He shifted his gaze from you to the sand, taking handfulls of it just to let it fall from his fingers as he told you about his past

He told you everything

“You can… cut contact with me if you want to, I’ll understand-“

He was suddenly interrupted by you hugging him

He was surprised to say the least, arms slowly closing around you after some time as he let out a shaky breath

You both sat like that for a while before you told him that none of what he said changed the way you felt about him, everyone deserved a second chance

Wait

The way… you felt about him?

Oop

He pulled apart from you gently, still holding you close in front of him

“Exactly how do you feel about me?”

You had no choice but to confess, face fully red and straight up stuttering the whole time

He smile was HUGE oh my gods that little shit was enjoying every second of it

When you finished, you were trembling a bit, afraid you just ruined the best friendship you ever had

Imagine your surprise when he slowly leaned in, kissing you

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson books #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #the heroes of olympus #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #chalice of the gods #percy series #matchups #fanfic #fanfiction

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Your Yorishiro - Trouble talking 1

Writer: Kanata Haruka

Season: Winter

(Location: RhyLin Office (Conference Area))

Adonis: Sorry, Hakaze-senpai. Did I make you wait?

Kaoru: Nah, I just got here so don’t worry about it. Especially since I was the one who suddenly called you here, Adonis-kun.

Ah, would you like some tea? If you’re thirsty I can make you a cup of coffee or something.

Adonis: No, I’m fine. What did you want to talk to me about?

The matter was so important that Hakaze-senpai went out of your way to call me here. If I don’t hear about it soon, I’ll be restless.

Kaoru: Ahaha. You don’t have to be so nervous. Come on now, relax, relax♪

Well if you’re so interested in it, then let’s get straight to the point.

Adonis-kun, would you like to try being a talk show MC?

Adonis: …… The MC of a talk show? Me? This must be some kind of mistake, is it not?

Kaoru: Well, that’s how you would react. Let me tell you the details first.

There’s a program that I was offered, and it’s a talk show where two idols get together for a discussion.

Adonis: In that case, I think Hakaze-senpai should just accept the offer……

Kaoru: Yeah, well, I was thinking of just accepting it if nothing interfered, but the scheduled recording date for that program overlapped with something else I had scheduled.

As expected, I can’t change the schedule anymore. But I also want to avoid changing the recording date of the talk show as much as possible.

So I contacted them to decline the offer, but then they told me that if I had any ideas for a replacement to let them know.

Adonis: I see. So you made me your substitute……

However, Hakaze-senpai knows I’m not good at talking. I don’t think I could ever fill in for you.

Kaoru: I do know that you’re not good at talking, so I’m not going to force you.

But you’ve also appeared on lots of shows with us, so I feel like you’ve become more adjusted to it.

That’s why I think it’s worth taking the plunge and trying it out to get rid of your feelings of not being good at it.

Isn’t it a good idea to think of this as an opportunity for growth and to give it a try?

Adonis: I’m happy to have an opportunity to grow but…… is it alright to have this kind of mindset for it?

Kaoru: That’s alright. I asked in advance if it would be okay to even suggest kids who can’t talk well and they said yes.

So the rest is up to what you want to do. If you really don’t like it then I’ll tell them no, so what do you want to do?

Adonis: ………

…… I also thought that it was a problem that I always felt like I couldn’t talk well.

So if I have a chance to overcome that, then I would like to try it.

Kaoru: Alright, understood. Well then, I’ll tell the program staff my official answer.

Good luck, Adonis-kun♪

(Location: CosPro Office (Conference Area))

(On the other side. CosPro at the same time)

Nagisa: …… I see. So Ibara wants to find a substitute for that talk show.

Ibara: Indeed. At this time of year, Eve has jobs that cannot be taken away, so I had no choice but to decline the offer given to his Highness Hiyori.

They said it would be possible to get a substitute, so it’ll be either of us from Adam. I’d like to deal with it myself……

However, I’m finding it difficult to deal with it because I’m busy with various production operations. Which means……

Nagisa: …… Which means I’m the only candidate.

Ibara: But I’m very worried about whether it’s alright to send Your Excellency alone on a talk show that requires flexibility.

Nagisa: …… When I’m alone, you’re anxious all the same.

Ibara: No no, I have confidence in Your Excellency’s abilities.

If you’re fully prepared, you’re sure to achieve a comfortable victory on any battlefield. Ahaha♪

Nagisa: …… Conversely, wouldn’t this instance be a situation where sufficient preparation isn’t possible?

Ibara: …… Oh dear, I truly admire Your Excellency’s insight. That’s certainly true.

There are many elements in the conversation that are difficult to predict. For example, your conversation partner.

Most recently, I’ve heard that Rhythm Link would invite Hakaze-shi. However, they also seem to be having trouble adjusting their schedule.

There’s a possibility that they’ll have a substitute as well. In that case, it’s unknown who the other party will be.

Personally, I believe that Your Excellency can respond as you are without preparing a script……

Depending on who you’re talking to, there’s a possibility that they’ll attack you if you let your guard down, so it’s safer to have some measures in place.

However, in situations where you can’t discern the enemy, you can only make vague plans……

Nagisa: …… So you plan to decline the offer?

Ibara: I want to avoid refusing it as much as possible……

We are currently pursuing a strategy to promote Eden through various media.

That’s why I want to take on as many jobs as possible to let the world know about Eden’s existence.

Nagisa: …… If that’s the case, this program will also be a part of that, wouldn’t it?

…… If so, I’ll take care of it.

Ibara: What? But Your Excellency, is it really okay to do it alone?

Nagisa: …… I just have to do what I normally do with Ibara without Ibara. I think I can do it on my own.

Ibara: Of course, in a nutshell, that’s what it means. It’s hard for me to even show up at the recording site this time, you know?

Nagisa: …… I understand. Even still, this is work that Ibara believes is worth doing.

…… That’s why you said you wanted to avoid rejecting the offer as much as possible. Am I wrong?

Ibara: Yes, it’s as Your Excellency says.

Nagisa: …… In that case, you just need to wish me a few words. If you do that, I’ll do my best for Ibara too.

Ibara: …… Understood. Then, in this case, I’ll leave it to you, Your Excellency.

Well, thanks to Your Excellency’s powerful words, I was finally able to make a decision. Thank you very much.

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The Jackal and The Bird | 1

chapter summary: In which Y/n and Steven have very different interpretations of the same day. Aka: Steven wonders why on Earth an attractive man is talking to him of all people and Y/n doesn't remember his husband being this shy. Or British.

a/n: long chapter! i had work, so no beta akdjdf 4,972 words

(t/w): m/m, cursing

for m/nblm, no fem aligned

masterlist

Two Side of the Same Coin

Steven was late yet again, had gotten called both ‘Scotty’ and ‘Stevie’, yet again, and got yelled at by Donna, yet again.

She’d put him on inventory the next day, so he’d be staying far later than he liked. But, for now, he could admire the Egyptian exhibit.

The staff was supposed to meet the curator that morning, but he’d completely missed the meeting. He’d probably have the chance to meet him later, maybe pick his brain with questions about his collection. God he’d love to do that.

Among other weird things that day, he’d apparently gotten asked out by Dylan. Though, according to her, he wanted her to go to a steakhouse. He couldn’t think of why he’d want to go there (nor why he wouldn’t remember asking), but she seemed completely certain.

Dylan was pretty, sure, but he’d never had much of a crush on her. But what was he supposed to do, say no? I mean, he couldn’t say no, could he? Was that an option?

He shook his head, breaking out of his thoughts as he rang up a group of kids on a field trip. They were all excitedly talking about their trip, snatching whatever candy they could get with the money their parents had given them.

Once the last one walked away, his eyes fell on a man across the room. He was handsome, that was certain. He wore a suit, perfectly pressed and clearly expensive. But the thing that truly got Steven’s attention was how the man looked at him.

It was an emotion Steven couldn’t recognize. He hadn’t seen it on anyone before. The way his eyes lit up like he’d seen color for the first time. He tried not to stare at the man too long, but he couldn’t help himself.

He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious about his appearance. He was sure his hair was messy and his eyebags were much more visible than he would like. He didn’t think he was ugly, per say, but he didn’t think of himself as the most good-looking person either.

As far as he was concerned, that title belonged to the man currently walking over to the shop.

The second you approached he had struggled to decide on what to say. He eventually landed on “Um, hello! Can I help you?” He almost slapped himself for how nervous he sounded.

“Steven, hm?” You questioned, your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He liked the way you said his name.

“Yup! That’s me! Just Steven. With a V.” He said awkwardly, cursing himself for accidentally rhyming. You were going to think he was some idiot.

Oddly enough, you only smiled, as if you were amused by his obvious mistakes. It wasn’t really the outcome he’d been expecting. You chuckled lightly, a sound he decided he liked very much.

“I’m Y/n, Steven with a V.” You stuck out a hand and Steven nodded. Glancing down at your hand before remembering he actually had to shake it. Yet again, you only seemed amused by his dumb moves while he was about ready to slam his head into a wall.

He remembered that name, though. Y/n.

It only took him a moment to realize you were the curator. The same one he was dying to talk to. You seemed less intimidating with a charming smile on your face, but Steven was thankful for the lack of pressure.

“You’re the curator, right?” He questioned. “I mean, you watch all this stuff, yeah?” His eyes widened slightly. Though he knew the answer was yes, he couldn’t shake the anticipation of drilling you for everything you knew about the artifacts in the gallery.

“Not just watch, technically,” You said, shrugging. “Just about everything here is part of my collection.”

You said it so nonchalantly. Like you hadn’t just confessed to owning more history than most people would know what to do with. He hadn’t even noticed that he mouth was hanging open until you chuckled again.

“Sorry, your collection?! You mean you’ve got all this to yourself?!” He felt a bit of jealousy spark into his mind, but it faded rather quickly. “You must be bloody loaded-”

His hand snapped over his face. He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Thankfully, you seemed to find it funny rather than rude.

“That’s certainly one way to put it.”

“I really didn’t mean to say that, I’m so sorry.” You waved him off, reassuring him ever so slightly.

“No worries, Steven.”  He nodded. “You seem surprised though. You into Egyptology?”

You couldn’t have asked a better question.

He nodded fervently, “Am I ever! I mean, this whole exhibit is insane! Some of the stuff you’re managed to show off here, it’s bloody amazing!” Your head tilted slightly at him, and he assumed you wanted him to continue.

“You’ve got material about the whole Ennead, and I don’t think I’ve seen so much text about Anubis in a museum before! Even found some about Taweret and Set. Not a combo you see often. I mean, stuff about Set is fairly common, and Taweret is a protector, but I hardly see the two of them together, you know? Not many myths include evil and the protector of children.”

You smiled softly as he spoke, before he suddenly realized that the damn curator of the exhibit probably knows that already.

“Sorry,” He rushed. “You probably know all that. It’s your stuff after all, right?” He tried joking, unsure if it worked.

“Perhaps, but I liked hearing you talk about it.”

His jaw fell open slightly. He knew he had to say something though, so he shook out of his stunned state in a few seconds. “I uh… not many people say that.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing you talk about it more.” Your words confused him, but also excited him. It wasn’t often people were interested in his busied ramblings. “Maybe you’ll tell me something I don’t know.”

He doubted he could do that, but he’d be willing to try.

“Really?” He questioned. “You don’t have to or anything, not like I could leave here anyway.” He gestured to the giftshop’s counter.

“You could always come over tonight?”

If you didn’t shock him already, that would’ve been the final straw. He didn’t have handsome men asking him over very often, much less ones who wanted to hear about his interests.

Frankly, he had no idea what to say.

“Just dinner and talking,” You reassured. “We could order something nice, hm?”

He found his head nodding without his permission.

He couldn’t say no, right? That might be rude. Plus, he wouldn’t complain about spending his time with someone like you.

You nodded, taking out a card and scribbling down a number. You handed it to him and he took it, completely running on autopilot.

“I’ll find you at the end of your shift. You can pick the restaurant if you like.”

“Yeah, I just, yeah!” He said, blurting out the words that had been completely stuck in his throat. He’d never really gone home with a man he just met. But you said dinner and talking. That’s it. If you tried anything he could always just leave. Not that he’d really complain if you did.

You’d woken up on time, as usual, and gotten ready quickly. You chatted idly with Anubis, catching up on whatever the gods were complaining about now. Though he wasn’t technically part of the main Ennead, as the god of death and a friend of Osiris, the head of the gods complained to him rather often.

You’d driven to the museum in a new car, one you’d picked out just a few days ago. However pretentious it sounded, you just couldn’t stand on buses anymore. Those things were horrible, in your opinion.

You got to the National Gallery an hour early, greeting the few people you saw along the way.

Seeing your collection spread out for the public was somewhat nice. Like you got to share a piece of yourself with everyone.

You’d met with the employees that were there, telling them a bit about yourself and your collection. As per usual, there were plenty of questions, but you answered each of them with ease.

You’d gone to your small office in the back of the staff area, looking over the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete. Thankfully, you had plenty of time to do so, and you planned to do it tomorrow. You could hate your procrastination later, for now, you wanted to see how everyone was doing.

Stepping out of the staff hall, you immediately looked over to the gift shop, wanting to look at whatever trinkets they’d decided to sell.

Nothing about it looked particularly interesting until you looked at the gift-shopist.

In all honesty, you’d almost completely ignored him.

It couldn’t be him, right?

After going missing for months, there’s no way in hell he’s just… working at some London gift shop. It wasn’t far from Layla’s old apartment, sure she’d say something if she’d seen him?

Had he been here the whole time? Trying to live a ‘normal’ life without you?

Granted, you’d never told him you were an avatar, much less a demigod. Maybe he found out and was angry with you? Maybe he wanted to get away from you.

Marc was always one to run. He didn’t say it out loud, but he liked to avoid his problems as long as he could. It usually meant you had to annoy him until he’d tell you he was angry.

But he wouldn’t just run without saying anything… right?

You’d never sensed Marc die. You asked Anubis plenty of times and every time he insisted Marc was still alive.

You weren’t sure when you’d see him next. And now, he’s standing in the middle of a gift shop? This was the last thing you expected.

You cleared your throat, looking away quickly. He was nervously glancing at your figure, trying not to stare for too long. You weren’t certain how long you’d been looking, but you could hear Anubis chuckling next to you.

You shot him a glare as he sat atop a glass case, but tried not to make it obvious. The last thing you needed was people thinking the curator was insane.

You weren’t sure what to do, honestly. You could go up and talk to Marc. Maybe this was some attempt at a secret identity, and if it was, you might blow whatever cover he needed to have.

You sighed, eventually deciding that if this was an identity, you could help him fix it if you ruined anything.

Once the group of school kids had left the gift shop area, you approached, staring at him softly.

You could tell he hadn’t slept. His eyes carried heavy bags and his hair was messier than usual. You had to keep yourself from reaching out and cupping his face. You were suddenly trying to think of ways you could get him off this shift and take him home.

“Um, hello! Can I help you?”

The accent threw you off for a moment. So this really was an identity.

You glanced down at the name tag, “Steven”.

For now, you’d play along. Just until you could get somewhere away from prying eyes. It looked like he was running from something again.

“Steven, hm?” You questioned, leaning on the glass counter. Marc blushed a bit, glancing away from your eyes every few seconds. You had to admit, he was really sticking to his cover.

“Yup! That’s me! Just Steven. With a V.” You chuckled at the nervous persona he was putting on. It was sweet. It felt like it was the first time you met him.

It was a long time ago, maybe longer than you’d like to admit. Back then, Marc had just transferred into your company and you’d been promoted to captain. You’d never admit it, but you were nervous with the new position. Leading troops was a skill of yours, but the new title brought on new pressure.

Marc was tough then. A hardened exterior that took you months to break. That had never changed, really. Though he’d gotten softer over the years, it was only in front of you. He certainly wasn’t the same blushy mess standing in front of you now, but he’d always seemed more nervous with you in the room. You thought it was sweet.

At first, you’d show up just to bug him. It was cute watching a trained killer try not to stumble over his words when talking to you. But pretty soon, you couldn’t justify your constant need to see him with ‘annoying the new kid’.

But now, having him standing in front of you again, it was like you were meeting him all over.

“I’m Y/n, Steven with a V.” You stuck out one hand and he looked down at it for a moment, seeming surprised. A second later, he seemed to realize what you were asking and fervently shook your hand.

“You’re the curator, right? I mean, you watch all this stuff, yeah?” He asked, his eyes lighting up slightly.

“Not just watch, technically. Just about everything in here is part of my collection,” You smirked, watching the way his jaw nearly dropped.

“Sorry, your collection?! You mean you’ve got all this to yourself?! You must be bloody loaded-” He covered his mouth quickly, as if he didn’t mean to say that last part.

You laughed at the gesture. It felt like you were talking to someone new. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Marc had some long-lost British doppelganger.

“That’s certainly one way to put it,” You smiled at the blush that slowly covered his face.

“I really didn’t mean to say that, I’m so sorry,” He said, rushing out the words.

You waved him off, “No worries, Steven.” You smiled at the nervous nod he gave you. “You seemed surprised though. You into Egyptology?” You knew the answer was no. Sure, he worked for Khonshu, but Marc never had much of an interest in Egypt or its mythos.

“Am I ever! I mean, this whole exhibit is insane! Some of the stuff you’ve managed to show off here, it’s bloody amazing!”

You quirked a brow at the response. That… wasn’t what you expected. Usually you’d get a tired sigh and your husband insisting ‘he gets enough Egypt talk from the dead bird’.

“You’ve got material about the whole Ennead, and I don’t think I’ve seen so much text about Anubis in a museum before! Even found some about Taweret and Set. Not a combo you see often. I mean, stuff about Set is fairly common, and Taweret is a protector, but I hardly see the two of them together, you know? Not many myths include evil and the protector of children.”

You couldn’t help but find yourself transfixed as he spoke. You’d never seen Marc talk like that, nor had you seen him show much love for Egypt.

“Sorry, you probably know all that. It’s your stuff, after all, right?” He joked, chuckling nervously.

You did as well, smiling. “Perhaps, but I liked hearing you talk about it.”

Steven’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. You didn’t think it was that bold a compliment, was it?

“I uh… not many people say that,” He shrugged. Ah, that’s what it was.

“I wouldn’t mind hearing you talk about it more. Maybe you’ll tell me something I don’t know.” You doubted he would, but you’d listen to him say the same sentence over and over if it meant hearing him talk.

“Really? You don’t have to or anything, not like I could leave here anyway,” He gestured to the gift shop’s counter with a sad smile.

“You could always come over tonight?”

He froze yet again, mouth slightly open. When had Marc gotten so easy to fluster? You weren’t complaining, but it was still odd.

“Just dinner and talking,” You reassured. “We could order something nice, hm?”

Marc’s head nodded, though he still wasn’t saying anything.

You nodded anyway, taking out a business card and a pen from your pocket. You quickly scribbled your personal number on the back, handing it to Marc who took it without a word.

“I’ll find you at the end of your shift. You can pick the restaurant if you like.”

“Yeah, I just, yeah!” He finally said, as if his brain had only just caught up. You gave him a swift nod, about to say something else when you heard a woman’s voice behind you.

“Stop flirting with customers Stevie, you’ve got work to do. You’re bloody useless, I swear.”

You recognized the voice as the museum’s manager, Donna. You weren’t a huge fan of hers. Considering that, as a curator you were well above her in ‘rank’, she acted like far too much of a kiss up for your liking.

She had to have complimented your suit at least four times. Eventually you just got tired of it.

“Can’t be chattering about with the first person that looks at you nice. You’re already on inventory tomorrow, don’t make it next week too.”

Marc sighed. “Right Donna. And it’s Steven. Steven.”

You heard an exasperated sigh from behind you before you finally turned around. Whatever Donna was going to say, she just choked on it.

“Oh, Mr. L/n. Didn’t recognize you there. Should’ve, with a suit like that.”

Five times. She complimented it five times.

“Right,” You said, head tilted as you looked at her, your head tilted. “Do you talk to your subordinates like that very often?” You could practically see the wheels turning in her head, trying to reason a way out of your confrontation. You were just happy you got a reason to tell her off.

“Only when they don’t do their jobs, y’know? You must have plenty of those,” She laughed. You didn’t really see the humor.

“Hm,” You hummed, thinking over your next words. “I’d suggest treating your employees with a bit more respect. In my experience, they tend to be more helpful when they actually like you.”

She stuttered a bit, clearly not knowing how to respond.

“I’ll see you later, Steven,” You said, emphasizing his name as you walked off. Donna didn’t stay by the gift shop, moving on almost immediately.

Steven uttered a quiet “cheers”, before you walked out of range.

Steven was practically buzzing when his shift finally ended. It was late afternoon and finally he could put down his name tag and get some food with the nice man who started talking to him.

“Don’t you do it, Steven.”

Steven’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned around, ready to question whoever was whispering to him. Only, no one was there.

The gift shop was devoid of life, save for him. Even his reflection looked unamused.

“Hello?” He questioned aloud, spinning back and forth, looking for anyone who might’ve said that. The only thing even remotely person shaped was the picture of a sarcophagus on the wall.

Giving up on the mystery voice, he headed toward the employee lockers, grabbing the small bag he’d taken with him to work. It didn’t contain much more than his ID and some loose change, but he lugged it around anyway.

“Don’t you dare go with him.”

He turned around quickly, this time with much more force than before. But he was met with an empty locker room. The only items being left over bags and one tour guide's open locker, including her impressive collection of make-up and mirrors. At least she valued her looks?

For a moment, he swore his reflection glared at him, but a closer look revealed a completely intact mirror. He huffed, dragging a calloused hand down his face.

“I need more sleep, swear to god,” He muttered, walking out of the room and ignoring the supposed voices.

Almost a second later, Y/n’s office door swung open, the man stepping into the hallway and sighing. A moment later, he spotted Steven, who was currently rooted to the spot.

Should he say something first? It’s not often he accepted dates with nice men who stood up to his annoying boss.

Was this even a date?! There’s no way a man looking like that would ever go out with him. Maybe Y/n just wanted to get to know his coworkers. But he hadn’t asked anyone else, had he?

“Steven, you alright there?” You asked, tilting your head in concern. Steven shook himself out of his thoughts, dragging himself back into the conversation.

“Fine! Peachy! Right as rain,” he sputtered, mentally kicking himself for speaking like that. Thankfully, you seemed to find it amusing instead of annoying.

“C’mon, we can head out the back. I’ve got my car here. Did you drive?” You asked, walking toward the employee exit. Steven shook his head, looking around the hallway. He wasn’t entirely sure where to focus his eyes, so he decided to trace the walls he’s seen a thousand times by now.

The air outside was much better than the stuffy museum. Despite the AC pumping through it, the building always felt cramped.

You lead Steven to your car, though the older man still didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think the silence was awkward, but he wasn’t sure if he should fill it. We’re you waiting for him to talk? Did you want it to be quiet?

You opened the door for him, allowing him to slide into the passenger seat. He gave a rushed ‘thanks’, not expecting you to hold it open for him.

It was only a second later when you sat down in the driver’s seat that the look on your face completely changed.

The soft smile you wore dropped into something much more severe, and Steven was about to ask what he did wrong before you spoke.

The pile of paperwork on your desk didn’t seem to be getting smaller. No matter how many pages you signed off on or documents you put aside, it seemed just as big as when you started.

You gave a heavy, tired sigh, leaning back in your chair. You looked over to the clock on your wall. Thankfully, it was about time for you to go home. Marc’s shift was also ending soon, and the second you dragged him into your car you could finally figure out what all this was about.

Maybe that’s why your paperwork wasn’t getting done. You couldn’t stop thinking about Marc.

What was he doing at a museum? Hell, what was he doing in England?! Layla’s old apartment was less than a half hour away. Sure, she didn’t live there right now, but he didn’t even check?

Did he even want anything to do with you anymore? You’d always been understanding with his business as an avatar, and it’s not like he could get you hurt anyway. Most weaponry couldn’t pierce your skin, and even if it could you could heal faster than it would take to hurt you. Not that Marc knew that.

Maybe he found out.

Maybe he found out about you and Anubis. Maybe he knew about your father. Most people weren’t a huge fan of evil incarnate. Maybe he thought you were just like your father.

Most gods were confined to their godly form. You on the other hand, had the gift of turning human. It was much… smaller… than your other form, but it was one you’d gotten far too used to.

Despite all the questions about Marc finding out your secrets, there was only one question your really cared about.

Did he even want you anymore?

If you were able to fix everything, to get on your knees and beg for him to accept your apology, would he even love you?

You’d lied to him and he’d disappeared. As much as you wanted to be mad, you were pretty much even now.

But what if he didn’t even want you back?

“Don’t let yourself drift, Y/n.”

Anubis’ voice rang out through your small office, the deep sound bouncing off the walls. It wasn’t a particularly large room, but it was enough for a bit of an echo.

“He’s been hiding from me all this time.”

The god sighed. He sat across from you in one of the chair in front of your desk. It was too small for his body, though he managed to fit.

“You do not know why, nor do you know why he was acting strangely. Do not drift into your thoughts until you know his reasoning, old friend.”

He was right, as usual.

“Do you think he’ll still want to be married?”

You knew the likely answer.

You’d seen the divorce papers. Sure, he hadn’t formally handed them to you, but you’d found them anyway. Did he still want that?

“I do not know. You will have to ask.”

You knew he was right.

You attempted to calm your mind enough for you to gather your things. Marc would surely be heading back from the gift shop any moment.

You left your papers openly on your desk, grabbing the small satchel your brought to work.

Walking past Anubis, you slid out of your door and locked it with your small key. When you turned back around, you spotted Marc, staring at you with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

“Ah, I was just coming to find you! Thought we could head over to my house and order in. Don’t feel much like cooking,” You chuckled to yourself. Steven didn’t seem to process your question and you looked at him in concern. “Steven, you alright there?” You questioned, taking a few steps toward the man.

He shook himself out of his reverie, “Fine! Peachy! Right as rain,” He answered quickly, surprising you. The accent threw you off again. Honestly, it wasn’t half bad.

You smiled at his expression. It was a bit dorky, more like he was trying to figure out what to say. He was more nervous than before you were dating.

“C’mon, we can head out the back. I’ve got my car here. Did you drive?” You smiled softly at him, watching the way his hair bounced when his head shook.

The London air hitting your skin was strangely refreshing. It was cloudly, (when was it not) and the air was definitely more stuffy than most places you visited, but it was nicer than the recycled air of the museum.

You opened the door for 'Steven', who looked rather surprised, giving you a soft ‘thanks’. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t expecting it, you’d done it plenty of times with Marc.

But the second you sat down in the driver's seat, you couldn't resist asking.

The small smile you’d had just a minute ago dropped quickly, the humor fading from your faced. Steven looked surprised, nervously glancing around as if he could find the source of your discomfort.

“Okay, enough of this,” You said. “What’s going on?” It was a bit direct, but you didn’t really feel like beating around the bush.

“What?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. “You said we’re going to yours, right? Were you joking or something? If you wanna go to mine, it’s a bit of a mess right now, but I could tidy up if you give me a minute.”

You slammed your hands down on the wheel, watching the way Marc jumped. Loud noises still bothered him that much? As far as you knew, he was doing fine with them.

You settled down anyway, resorting to gripping the steering wheel.

Why was he still using that accent?!

“Stop talking like that, Marc. Just talk to me. Don’t mock me right now, okay?” You asked, your voice breaking slightly despite your attempts to keep it sturdy.

“I’m sorry, did I do something?”

He asked you so genuinely that you were confused. He looked sorry. Like actually sorry.

“His mind is fractured.”

The large god sat in the back of your car, staff at an angle and head bent down.

“And your car is far too small,” He huffed, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. You’d laugh or help him usually, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You didn’t turn or make any indication you heard him, but Anubis knew you were listening.

“I can feel it, the split within his head. You are not speaking to your husband.”

That got you to turn back, trying to ask the god what the hell he meant, but he was gone by the time you did.

You weren’t speaking to Marc.

Surely this was him, right? No one looks that identical, and Marc sure as hell didn’t have a secret British twin.

“Sorry, Steven. You didn’t do anything, I just got in my own head for a moment, don’t mind me much,” You said chuckling, trying to play it off. Steven looked confused, but nodded.

“Don’t worry, couldn’t be as bonkers as me. I sleep all weird, ending up sleep walking myself half across my room,” He chuckled. He seemed to regret saying that after, but didn’t move to correct himself.

“Sleeping walking isn’t that bad, done it myself a few times,” You shrugged, starting up your car.

“Not like me,” He said, half-heartedly. You would’ve asked about it, but it was clearly a sore subject.

Instead, you pulled out of the parking lot, changing the idle conversation to whatever you came up with. Occasionally you’d spot Anubis following you on buildings, giving you a golden toothed smile at you (strangely) rekindling your relationship.

And no matter how you gripped the wheel, you just couldn’t stop the question from entering your head.

“Who is he?”

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[lesbianlotties]

Ronance 7 for the unrequited requited ship meme 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

send me (not)unrequited love prompts!

It started at the library. Both of them sitting on the floor, enjoying their research a little too much, and each other’s company even more. Nancy hadn’t yet decided if she was annoyed because Robin talked too much when they should have been studying or if what bothered her was the fact that she very much wasn’t annoyed with Robin when she should have been. It started with a confession, nervously followed by “But I’ve actually never kissed a girl,” and impulsive but secretly hopeful, “Well, me neither… It can’t be that different, right?” Robin scoffed and disagreed. Nancy risked it all and dared her to prove her wrong. It wasn’t surprising that Robin was right, but it was downright shocking that Nancy loved to be wrong for once.

It happened again, in Robin’s bedroom, halfway through a movie that Nancy wanted and simultaneously couldn’t pay attention to, both because of Robin. When the actors started making out on screen, Robin made a joke about chemistry and breaking character, and Nancy had to do and say it was only acting, anyone could do that. Again, Robin rolled her eyes and disagreed, but this time she took the initiative to dare Nancy to prove it. In the end, breathless watching the credits of the movie, Nancy couldn’t figure out which one of them had been right. Robin didn’t ask, anyway.

Soon enough, it became far too easy to come up with excuses, dares, and points to prove. At school, Family Video, Steve’s house, Robin’s empty house, the Wheeler’s basement. Nancy had never been so eager to lose countless arguments. Though she had to admit that when, after all the kissing, Robin pulled back, flushed, smiling, and with darkened eyes told her she was right, those were the greatest victories of Nancy’s life. 

There was only one problem, and the millions of ramifications it had: Nancy was falling for Robin. Not just when they were kissing. Maybe especially when they weren’t kissing and it was all she could think about. It wasn’t her fault that Robin Buckley happened to be an extraordinary kisser, capable of reading Nancy like a book and channeling her gentlest or most enthusiastic approach at any given time just following what Nancy most desperately wanted from her. It would have been heaven, if not for the fact that, without fail, Nancy walked away burdened and frightened of her emotions, while Robin seemed to go on with her life as usual, cheerful and unattached.

After one too many failed attempts at ending things, Nancy finally reached her limit. They were parked on the side of a lonely road, and she was quite successfully proving to Robin that making out in a car wasn’t too uncomfortable to be enjoyable. 

“We have to stop,” Nancy whispered, against Robin’s lips.

Robin, who was always a little too nervous and committed to making sure Nancy was comfortable, pulled back instantly, as if struck by lightning. That didn’t stop her from continuing to stare longingly at Nancy’s lips, as if she hadn’t been kissing them half a second ago.

“What’s wrong?” Robin wondered.

“You have to stop kissing me like you mean it,” Nancy said, smiling sadly. But she contradicted herself and indulged in one more kiss from Robin, even if it was too short, even if it was the last, she would treasure it forever. When she pulled back, she said, “Because I’m starting to believe it. And, I… I shouldn’t.” Nancy looked down at her lap. She had promised herself she would find a way to end this without saying too much, but her feelings for Robin turned out to be too large to be completely contained. “I should let you go,” Nancy said, avoiding Robin’s eyes, so quietly, hoping maybe Robin wouldn’t hear her say, “Before I break my own heart…”

If there was anything else to say or a chance to escape, everything was interrupted by Robin’s gentle but slightly trembling fingers on Nancy’s chin. 

“What if I meant them?” Robin asked as she tilted Nancy's chin up to face her. She grinned when she caught the awe-struck look on Nancy’s face. “I’ve meant every single kiss, Nance. I like you. I’ve liked you even before the first one.”

Nancy’s lips parted in surprise, and for a moment she thought she might cry. Then she chuckled lightly and asked, “Really? Do you mean that?”

Robin’s timid smile turned into a playful grin that confirmed to Nancy it was far too late to run away from her feelings for the other girl.

“Can I prove it?” Robin asked her, raising an eyebrow and laughing along with Nancy. But, a moment later, Nancy shook her head, and although she couldn’t fight her smile, she was entirely serious when she replied.

“No more dares, Robin. Nothing to prove. Just you and me, okay?”

#ngl i think writing ronance again healed me a little #stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #st #nancy x robin #prompts #answered #anon #my fic

[nickfowlerrr]

🦋 “When will you be mine” w/ Steve Kemp🥰

when will you be mine

continuation

pairing: steve kemp x reader (do i need to tag him as dark or is that just already implied seeing as how he’s a serial killer? 💀)

words: 1k

notes: i know i said short little blurb but my fingers wouldn’t stop typing lmao. also i didn’t mean for this to be so “YOU” ish but oh well 🥲 this is my first time writing for steve kemp so i’m still trying to find him in my writing - we’ll get there eventually 🥴 anyway! thank you for sending this in!! 💙

“You again,” the familiar voice jested, causing you to turn around and eye him.

“Hey, that’s my line,” you retorted with a small smirk. “Back so soon, Mr. Kemp?” you lilted teasingly.

“For the thousandth time, it’s Steve. Please,” he begged, “please, just call me Steve.”

You smiled at his playful dramatics and nodded, conceding.

“Steve,” you corrected yourself, earning a smile from him in return. “Was there a problem with your drink?” you asked, worried.

���No,” he assured you. “I, uh, I actually just came back to ask you something..” he trailed off, sounding almost nervous.

“What’s up,” you prompted him to continue.

“You do catering, don’t you?”

His simple question caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting it with how fidgety he was being all of a sudden.

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I do,” you nodded.

“Great,” was all he said in response until you squinted at him, a small smile playing on your lips as you fought the urge to let your nervous laugh escape.

“I’m having a little get together next weekend. Just a few people, really small. But, uh, I’d love to have you cater, if you’re available. I haven’t stopped thinking about your cupcake since you let me taste it last week. The cupcake, you gave me - that cupcake, I mean. It was fantastic, I know I’ve told you before, but you’re a really great baker,” he babbled as he blushed at his poor word choice and obvious fumbling. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling so big. Even now he was adorable.

Steve was in your shop weekly if not daily getting a coffee and whatever food item you suggested to him any given visit. He was your favorite customer and you couldn’t help yourself from developing a bit of a crush on the guy. He was gorgeous, funny, smart, so sweet, and charming as hell. You had made him a special cupcake for his birthday last week and since then, he’d been..just a little different when he came in. Almost shy, nervous, though he tried to hide it, it always showed through by the end of his visits. You were worried you had screwed things up with the cupcake, made him uncomfortable or something, but now you felt relieved knowing he really did like it.. And with how flustered he was getting, you thought maybe he really did like you, too.

You had no idea, but Steve was smitten with you the first day he walked into your bakery cafe.

He always had a lot on his plate, though. Never wanted to get you tangled up with his work. He didn’t see you like he saw others, he wasn’t interested in getting you to sell you. He wanted you all for himself.

But he didn’t push it. He couldn’t. He needed to wait for the right time. And he would, to make sure there was no chance of anyone or anything fucking things up for him, he’d wait for the perfect time to take you, to finally make you his. Seeing you as often as he did, talking, flirting, just being around you when he could, it was enough for him for the time being. At least it had been. Until last week. He walked into the cafe and when you saw him, the way your eyes lit up, it made his heart sing. You ran to the back and returned with a little green pastry box just as he approached the front of the line. You took over the register and gave him a soft smile.

“Happy birthday,” you offered, placing the box down in front of him. “I made you this. It’s red velvet..and your drink is on the house, too,” you added, batting your lashes at him, though he wasn’t sure you even realized you were doing so. It was adorable and he smiled back with a sincere and grateful ‘thank you’, shoving the cash he had to pay for his usual order into your tip jar when you turned back to get his drink before you walked down the counter with him to talk a bit before he would inevitably have to go to work. All day, he couldn’t stop thinking of you, couldn’t focus on much of anything.

You remembered his birthday and you made him a cupcake. A special cupcake just for him. He knew his feelings weren’t one sided, but your consideration and obvious care really showed him he was right. He decided that day, he couldn’t wait much longer. You belonged with him. He needed to be careful, now, though. He couldn’t get sloppy just because he had feelings for you, he needed to keep his patience. He just needed to get you out of town. His new home was almost finished and he couldn’t wait to get you there. It would be perfect. Just like you.

He didn’t want to be too confident, didn’t want to freak you out or scare you. So he’d play the part. Make sure you felt safe. Because you were, you had nothing to fear with him, he’d make sure of it.

You helped him schedule the catering, chose what pastries would travel best and picked one of your most popular flavors. You told him you’d be there right on time and it was going to be a rather small gathering, no more than ten people, if that, so you were the only one who needed to work it, it’d be easy. The “venue” was a bit of a ways away, but Steve insisted he’d cover your gas money, so you weren’t going to complain or argue. Plus, you really wanted to do this for him, you would have said yes no matter what. With the plans all set, Steve left looking more sure of himself than when he’d first asked about setting something up. You didn’t think anything of it and returned his smile and ‘see you later’.

Steve was thrilled. Everything was set and now he had a week to ensure everything was ready for you at his place. Just a week, he kept reminding himself. Just one more week and she’ll be mine.

part two

#asks #rubynationwins #bellasburdens one year celebration 💙 #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x y/n #soft!dark steve kemp #soft dark steve kemp #dark!steve kemp #dark steve kemp

[real-life-senshi]

This is @the Keiko haters out there.

(And yes I am venting coz this needs to be said)

I went and rushed to get the old clip of Keiko and Kotono in the variety show subtitled because I learnt Keiko was receiving some hate for landing the Sailor Cosmos role, and I think that is absolutely stupid and trash especially when no one has actually seen her performance yet because THE FILM HASN'T even been released! (NO, one line from a trailer does NOT count.)

While Keiko is primarily a TV show and movie actress, this is not her first rodeo voice acting in animation films.There was also The Magic Tree House (2012) and Anpanman: Dororin and the Transforming Carnival (2022).

Just because someone wanted another VA, possibly a more recognized or acclaimed VA to voice Sailor Cosmos doesn’t give them the right to bash the actual voice cast chosen by the producers.

Besides, people saying Keiko took the role from Kotono is such bullshit??!!!! Kotono is already voicing Usagi and Chibi Chibi, like that’s already such a big part of the film? Kotono is amazing, but at some point there is only so much on screen chemistry that can be achieved doing lines against a different variation of your own voice?!!!!!

The fact that Kotono took the extra step and said Keiko is “brave” and “thoughtful” on Twitter? You bet they all monitor the public’s reaction and Kotono is making a stance to show her support by recognizing the work Keiko has put in voicing Cosmos.

Kotono and Keiko have so much respect for each other and have a good, positive relationship! It’s very possible Kotono had a hand in Keiko landing the voice acting offer. (No, I’m speculating, there’s no source, but often big time cast members are asked for their opinion before production crew sends out offers, like RDJ had a hand in Tom Holland getting Spider-man.)

Just, fucking grow up people. Keiko shouldn’t have to apologize for a job offer she received that she’s excited and was already nervous for. Girl has so much love and respect for the Sailor Moon franchise she went and asked her live action Senshi team for thoughts when she received the offer because she wasn’t sure she should take it. She was practically gushing talking about the opportunity, about Kotono and about the live action in the stage greet event Q&A!!!!

I get being critical of her performance if she didn’t necessarily meet your expectation, but give her a chance to prove herself!

She was phenomenal and, dare I say, the best part in the live-action. She’d definitely have given 120% in her voice work, that I have no doubt!

#fucking grow up people #khmyh rants #sailor moon cosmos #the video was my positive approach to this stupid unnecessary drama #this post is definitely my negative response becoz I’m pissed

[oldh0llyw0od]

ROMAN HOLIDAY IMAGINE

Joe Bradley x Reader (smut)

After a long day exploring Rome and the boat party incident, me and Mr Bradley got to a safe place after the police were coming after me, he doesn’t even know I’m a princess, worried he will see and treat me differently. Once we found a place to sit down, I started shivering, and both of us started jokingly laughing about the situation and without a second it went quiet.

And the proximity of us were so close I could inspect his facial features, before I know it he kissed me passionately the way his plump lips felt against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth like he hasn’t eaten in days. I never kissed a man before it was very unusual given the circumstances but it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.

After what felt like forever we pulled away causing our breaths panting heavily his eyes drifting to my lips trying to control himself. When his plush lips left mine I wanted to kiss him again so bad until he suggested we go back to his apartment, tension filling the air almost immediately, I must admit I have started feeling some sort of way towards him.

The looks and smirks and the way he looks at me, the lingering touches he gives me and the way those gorgeous eyes glare at me with a hint of mischief also with so much love he sends my way causing my stomach to do backflips. Fast forward to now, we finally arrived safely to his apartment now waiting for my clothes to dry off meanwhile putting on his robe he kindly lent me.

After freshening up in his bathroom I step out in his robe, as soon as I saw him his eyes met mine as they drifted up and down admiring the way my curves hugs the gown at all the right places. “Everything Ruined?” he asked smiling at me as he poured me a glass of wine, “no they’ll be dry in a minute” I told him as I clung the robe to my body.

He looks up cocking his eyebrow mischievously, once again that famous smirk appears “suits you. you should always wear my clothes”. “Seems I do” I smiled shyly, his intimidating eyes never leaving mine when I suddenly felt self conscious and drifted my gaze someplace else feeling nervous. It went quiet the tension was back not knowing how to address what happened earlier.

He passed me the glass of wine when his fingers sweat across mine causing jolts of electricity running through my veins, I think he experienced the same thing as he exhaled as he stepped back realising the close proximity once again.

I tried to break the silence suggesting I cook something, “no kitchen, nothing to cook, I always eat out” as he looked briefly around, “you like that?” I questioned, curiosity and confusion written all over my face, “well life isn’t what once likes” he paused for a while “Is it” he said smirking purposely to see what my reaction would be in his deep seductive voice causing my cheeks to redden.

I agreed raising the glass to my lips soon after sitting down his gaze following my every move playfully, when the radio flicks on causing my attention to turn towards it, news reporter giving updates on my so-called illness trying to cover up I ran away.

I stood up turning the radio off trying not to make Mr Bradley suspicious after the earlier encounter we both experienced.

The nerves hitting me suddenly I kindly asked for another glass of wine, apologising for not cooking any dinner. “did you learn how in school” as I told him when we first met I ran away from school (palace) not wanting him to know I’m a princess, my face heats up coming up with an excuse “I’m a good cook, I could learn my living at it. I can sew ,too, and clean a house and iron, I learned to do those things.

I just haven’t had the chance…” I looked down sadly knowing that will never happens due to being the heir for Queen.

I turned around avoiding his stare “looks like I’ll have to move, and get myself a place with a kitchen” hoping I would agree and not go back which broke my heart.. silence filling the air as I turned around agreeing unsurely.

Our eyes not leaving each other, we just stood there staring at each other until I turned around realising I have to leave him.

“I shall have to go now”… I chocked out whilst he had an heartbroken expression written on his face I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore my heart couldn’t take it, I began to walk back into the bathroom when I felt his hand sneak round my waist forcefully pulling me into a hug. My tears dripping onto his shirt that when he kissed me again.

His breath hovering over my ear “y/n” “there’s something I need to tell you” he panted, “no please, nothing” I urgently said as his lips traveled down my neck towards my collarbone down to the swell of by breasts, causing my breath to hitch, a moan slipping out my mouth soon putting a hand over my mouth.

I could feel his smirk on my skin. “Dont be afraid I want to hear all those pretty noises coming out of your mouth darling” gosh that voice just turned me on even more.

His lips reached mine after waiting so impatiently with him teasing, gosh they felt so good the way they devoured mine, his tongue connected with mine causing a groan escaping his mouth.

His veiny hand cupping my face aggressively, as I pushed myself into him more. “Gosh you keep doing that y/n I won’t be able to control myself”

That gave me an idea, my hands traveled down to his crotch palming him for payback when he thought it was funny to tease me, “you’re playing with fire honey” he said moaning. I did it more feeling his cock harden under my touch, that did it for him he lifted me up on his wait carefully placing me on his bed.

“God you’re so gorgeous, let me devour you hm” as he kissed up my thigh itching to the place I need him the most before his face was on mine “are you sure?” Being the gentleman he is obviously aware I was a virgin as I claimed I never been with any men. “I could never be so sure in my life Joe”

With the conformation he needed he continued hooking his fingers on the band of my panties feeling the cold air hit my pussy. I panted quickly feeling the arousal dripping out of me, he didn’t even do much and I was already a mess, gosh what am I gonna be like when he pleasures me.

He chuckled to himself knowing how turned on I was by his, his fingers steadily explored my aching vagina causing me to moan to hard. I never felt this much pleasure, I sometimes used to do stuff like this to myself but it felt so different when a man does it.

His lean fingers circled my clit softly soon enough he got my arousal on his fingers and began to gradually itch them into my weeping hole stretching me out preparing me which was soon to come next. “Oh god yes, Joe that feels so good please don’t stop” I shouted, by now everyone could probably figure out what was going on.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on doing” he smiled up at me.

Two of his fingers curled inside of me hitting my g-spot causing me getting more close to my release. “Joe I think I’m gonna cum”

“Not yet darling, just a little longer I haven’t even felt inside you yet”

His hands unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra releasing my boobs. He stared at them in pure lust, his eyes telling me he isn’t finished just yet, I felt his cock twitch against my leg, groaning at the physical touch I got with just a thin layer of clothing limiting us from what we both desired. He trailed kissed all down my neck, sucking and nibbling no doubt was going to show an evident mark the next day.

“how much longer Mr Bradley, I don’t think I can hold out much longer with you teasing me I need your cock already please, I’ll do anything!” That last line cause his attention his eyebrow raising up, seeing some sort of idea forming in his mind.

“anything hm?” he answered, i nervously nodded not knowing what this was leading to. “get on your knees honey” finally what i was craving for, i slowly unbuttoned his slacks, I wasn’t gonna lie and say im nervous and worried i might not pleasure him right as I’ve never even done this sort of thing.

“um, Mr Bradley I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid I might not pleasure you the way you want” he gazed down at me giving me a gentle smile “don’t worry y/n I’ll guide you through it” once his slacks fell down I then began to slowly dragging down his boxers. His dick springing free forming a lump in my through from the size of it not expecting him to be that big, it’s one thing trying to fit it into my mouth but the size oh him going into me have me confusion and worry.

I gulped as his hand guided my head down I began to lick along the base near his balls all the way to his top swirling my tongue around him, noticing the shiver and gasps he did knowing it was pleasuring him.

“y/n baby your doing so good, ugh keep going I’m so close” i took all of him into my mouth hitting the back of my throat making me gag, the sensation making the hairs on my arm stick up.

Drool forming around my mouth, I could tell he was nearly close due to the way his cock twitched in my mouth, just to put him over the edge I massaged his balls that’s when it happened his cum filled my mouth the sweet taste hitting my tastebuds.

“Swallow” he ordered, I did what he said and swallowed the mouthful he produced, “open your mouth y/n I need to see you have swallowed it” I proved to him making his brush his thumb along my lips carefully.

“Mr Bradley I need to feel you” in no hesitation he grabbed my legs positioning himself between them “okay this is gonna hurt for a minute honey” he warned me, worry noticed in his voice. I smiled at him trying to ease him. He inched his way inside me, a stinging sensation forming wincing as he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

Soon the pain turned into pleasure and I begin to relax around him “keep going I no longer feel any pain” I battled my eyes at him. He started pounding into me faster, the headboard bashing against the wall. I moaned the feeling I’ve been craving for rising to the surface, my climax was coming it felt so unusual like the butterflies in my core wouldn’t stop.

His thrusts was getting slower, hinting he was close. After minutes passed he released inside of me getting to his climax, climbing following not long after while he collapsed beside me panting heavily.

“wow Mr Bradley that truly was something I may never forget” while my head was resting on his chest, combing my fingers through his hair.

Reality hit like a wave, I have no choice but to leave I’ve been gone long enough. I didn’t want to leave him but sadly as my duty of a princess it leaves me no choice..

“Mr Bradly.. i- I’m afraid I must go,” the room went quiet sensing the sadness he must be feeling. “O-okay y/n can I at least just hold you in my arms a little longer” I smiled softly, nodding.

Soon later we both sat beside each other in the car, not saying one word to each other, I didn’t know quite what to say other than ‘by the way I’m probably never going to see you again..”

“Stop at the next corner please.” I told him suddenly. “Okay” he agreed, we sat in silence before I said “I have to leave you now”, looking down at my lap fidgeting with my fingers.

“I’m going to that corner there and turn..” “you must stay in the car and drive away, promise not to watch me go beyond the corner” I told him pleadingly. “Just drive away and leave me, as I leave you”…

“All right” he sighed furrowing his brows, it’s obvious he’s been dreading this moment since we first very met, same for me I didn’t want to let him go. “I don’t know how to say goodbye..” “I can’t think of any words” the tears I’ve been holding in came bursting out. “Don’t try”

We both looked over at each other those emotions rose to the surface as we both collapsed into each other suddenly, holding onto each other, him gripping me tightly savouring every last second he could.

He kissed my ear slowly finally pulling me into one last kiss, it was so passionate it felt so quick I could kiss him for an eternity, soon after he was kissing my cheek and jaw.. my head falling onto his shoulder while tears were streaming down my face hiding my face in shirt.

He stroked my head as I lifted mine looking beyond that dreaded corner, taking deep breaths while he was admiring me trying his best to hold back his own tears. I looked back at him, lips trembling he just smiling sadly tear sticking his own eyes.

I got out the car not looking back because I know if I will I would only just end up running back, so it would be easier not to glance back. Quickly jogging away…

I sat in my room looking out the window up at the stars, I missed him oh how I missed him dearly. I’m already yearning for him.

Back at Mr Bradley’s apartment he just sat in silence sadly. But he knows he’s going to see me tomorrow as he was part of the news. I however are not aware of this.

Morning came and it was time for the press conference, getting prepared maids doing my hair, makeup, dress. I took a deep breath and walked out met with the press and news agents.

Seconds later my gaze eventually met his, I felt a little betrayed he never even bothered to admit to me he was part of an news agency.. I felt nervous as I sink into the chair sitting down, as he must of already knew that I’m a princess. I answered a few questions one person asked me what I think about public relations, “I have every faith in it.” I paused locking eyes with Mr Bradley, “As I do in relations between people.” I smirked towards him, getting the same reaction from himself.

That’s when HE asked me something..

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