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chososdiscordkitten · 6 months

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Are You A Chick?!

artist: @kcokaine_ on twt

Synopsis: Gojo gets turned into a woman for a few hrs and reader nd him get down to fun activities ^-^

Pairing: Fem!Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: established relationship, unexplained gender bending, GOJUSSY :D , wlw, use of his/her regarding gojo, fingering (f gojo receiving), oral (f gojo receiving), squirting (gojo), SCISSORING🤩✂️, dirty talk, god I love women

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You were lying on your shared bed, bored, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work. You were about to call him to ask why he was so late. Only you heard the front door of your apartment opening- bolting off the bed to greet him at the door.

Halting your steps when you saw a smaller version of Satoru standing in the kitchen.

Wearing the now oversized clothes you saw Satoru leave the apartment in that morning. You squint your eyes, scanning his face and noticing it was much softer.

His jawline not half as sharp, poutier lips and a smaller nose- his face looked so similar, only it had a more feminine look to it. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same- big and adorned with thick white lashes.

“Don’t say a word.” Satoru spoke- his voice a higher pitch and with a suede purr.

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Satoru reach out a much smaller hand than you expected- “Are you a chick?” you parted your lips- amused at how the blush started to rise on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

Satoru huffed- a bitchy sigh with his hip popped slightly. “It’ll only last for a few hours.” you huffed- entertained at the feminine voice Gojo spoke in.

Though he was usually taller and broader, his clothes were too large for his now more petite frame.

You darted your eyes down to her chest- Small pebbles peaked beneath Gojo’s tshirt, his small breasts forming two tents beneath the fabric. Widening your eyes and realizing that this was real.

“Can I touch them?” you asked, the corners of your lip curled up- thinking about how sensitive Satoru was generally. You wanted to discover how sensitive your boyfriend was in a woman’s body.

Satoru scoffed- sounding just like you’d expect him to as a woman, bitchy and bordering on a bimbo tone.

Your boyfriend shook off the oversized jacket- showing you just how much smaller he was now.

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows- small and effortlessly perfect, pushing out her tits and looking at you with a pouty glossed lip.

You reached your hands out eager to feel your boyfriends breasts. “Should I be concerned that the first thing you wanna do when I get home is feel me up?” Gojo laughed- a soft giggle coming from her throat.

Scoffing as you placed your hands beneath Gojo’s braless tits, “If I came home the opposite gender- what would the first thing you do be?” you scoffed, Parting your lips and grabbing what you could from her chest.

Perky and no bigger than an A cup. But her tits filled your palms perfectly.

Your thumb took an exploratory swipe at the little bud formed beneath the t-shirt. Earning a light, pretty huff from Satoru’s lips, flashing your eyes back up at him with a glimmer circling your pupil.

You raised your eyebrows- a greedy smile forming on your lips at all the thoughts that raced through your mind. “Can I fuck you?” You grinned, watching the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen.

It took very little for Gojo’s lips to snap to yours- feeling the petite woman before you trying to take the reins from your hands- but all it took was one little grope at her ass to make Gojo compliant.

Guiding Satoru back into your bedroom with your hands roaming beneath the hem of his shirt- grasping at the soft skin beneath the fabric with pretty whimpers falling from her lips onto yours.

Pulling away from Satoru’s lips when you settled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her lips pulled to the side, a soft ‘tsk’ leaving them as Satoru looked up at you. “Why does it feel like you’re more into this than normal?” Your gender-bent boyfriend bitched at you as you slipped off your shirt.

Placing your hands onto the sides of Satoru’s chunky cheeks, pressing soft kisses onto the puffy lips of her face and guiding her to scooch up the bed.

You grinned, placing your hands on the edge of Gojo’s shirt. “What does it feel like?” changing the conversation as you pulled Satoru’s shirt off his body. Hanging your mouth open and seeing the sight before you.

Not in a million years could you picture the portrait that was painted before you.

Satoru’s bottom lip pouted, a roaming blush forming on her chest and pink hardened nipples greeting you.

“Feels like I’m gettin’ pawed at.” Satoru scoffed, pressing her lips back onto yours and feeling your hands rest on his hips, dipping your fingers beneath the band of the oversized sweats and rolling them off. Feeling Satoru’s hands mimic the movement on your own bottoms.

Only this time- compared to the hundreds of others, Satoru’s hands had a soft, delicate touch.

Satoru had you pinned as he naturally did, on your back and your legs spread with her hips resting between them. Satoru tugged your bottoms off as his delicate lips moved against yours.

Feeling Gojo do the same, leaving him bare and waiting for something to happen- trying to recall what he usually does whenever he isn’t a woman- trailing his smaller hands from your side to your inner thigh.

You scoffed- “This isn’t about me ‘toru.” you smiled, pulling his hands from your thigh and intertwining your fingers with her slim ones. Looking at the soft expression your boyfriends feminized face held.

“You don’t wanna know what it feels like for me?” you grinned, trailing the tips of your fingers against her rib cage- causing a shuddering exhale to leave his lips.

Satoru bit her lip, feeling the warmth between her legs twitch from your offer.

You trailed your hand between her thighs, reaching the drenched center Satoru had ignored between his legs till now.

Watching her mouth inhale sharply, batting his white eyelashes closed as you lightly traced your middle and ring finger against her core.

It took very little for Gojo to straddle your thighs, leaning an arm back and planting it on your calf. Giving you an unobstructed view of your boyfriends pretty, glistening cunt.

As pretty and leaky as his cock was- this gave you a different kind of shiver down your spine from how fucking gorgeous he looked right now.

Your hands rubbing softly on Satoru’s thighs, looking up to her shy expression.

Satoru was a talker typically- teasing and being able to act on his horny threats just to make you blush. But now Satoru held her tongue, shy eyes avoiding your gaze. And squirming at the light grips you’d make against his thighs.

And when her hips had ground down- instinctively as though you had cock for him.

Or when your hands finally reached his pale inner thighs- you swore you could hear a slight shudder take the shape of a whimper leave Gojo’s throat. The prettiest sound you had yet to hear from him.

He would let out pretty sounds generally, but this- this was something different. More defined, and less throaty. Almost as angelic as the pretty white lashes fanning over Satoru’s blushing cheeks.

His hand urging you with a light squeeze at your thigh. When you finally traced the pad of your thumb against the little glistening pearl that you had neglected for what felt like an eternity to Satoru;

As though it was unwillingly, tossing her head back with a nibbled lip. Even the curve of her neck was fucking pretty.

Dissolving into the feeling of your gentle thumb against his clit. His grip against your thigh turned to a squeeze with urge as you made more teasing circles against him with a hand on his pale thigh.

Between a breathy moan, Satoru looked back to you- “It’s unfair that you get to feel this all the time.” she huffed as you applied a little more pressure to the sensitive nub.

“Just wait till I make you cum-” you huffed with a smile, watching Satoru’s effeminate face churn with pinched eyebrows at your words.

You raised your hand from his thigh- placing it flat, right where his womb would be. “Do you feel it building right here?” you asked in a murmur, looking up at your pretty boyfriend with amazed eyes.

Satoru only nodded quickly- her plush lip tucked between pearly teeth and eyes closed. Your thumb making hastier circles and watching Satoru’s chest heave with eyes full of wonder.

Your hand traced to her bent hip, lightly squeezing at the malleable skin and watching the face Satoru made as you drew an orgasm out of her. The tips of your ring and middle finger circling at the taut entrance that seeped nectar.

Satoru gasped when the pad of your thumb caught the very tip of his clit. Snapping one of his slender hands onto your shoulder as a brace. And your lips being right at the level of his perky tits- your lips parted and latched onto the puffy pink nipple on her chest.

The whimpers that left Gojo’s throat were far too genuine- knowing how unashamed he was about them normally, the ones he let out now would be equally as unashamed.

Satoru’s lips parted in a small ‘o’- stuttering over every other moan as your thumb rubbed harsher circles against him. Your tongue lapped at the pebble of her nipple, sucking harshly to draw more pretty sounds from her lips.

Gojo tried- she tried warning that they were cumming. As though some kind of mess would spew from him as it usually did. Only your hands didn’t care- neither did your relentless lips.

With a choked moan- Satoru held his breath. His cunt clenching around nothing as the tips of your fingers felt the twitching his entrance made- as though she was trying to suck them in.

Your eyes looked up at the pretty sight before you- parting your lips and throwing your head back. Watching with amazed eyes at the pale, shuddering shoulders that were graced with light goosebumps.

Satoru’s eyebrows were lightly pinched, and her puffy lips parted- finally releasing the air trapped in his lungs with a pretty moan.

Giving him a few seconds to shake off the aftershocks of his very first orgasm as a woman. Satoru trailed her hands to the side of your head, caressing gently and looking down with a peaked corner at her lip.

“So unfair-” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips as his hips ground down to your fingers. Your thumb made little to no movements as Satoru’s hips urged your fingers to press inside.

And as bitchy and needy as he was as a man- You knew not to deny Satoru this now.

Isolating your middle finger and pressing against Satoru’s soaked, taut entrance- a whimper between a breath leaving his throat and rumbling onto your lips. Lightly curling your finger until you hit a little nudge inside him.

The little prod making Satoru pull away from you with a soft whine. Both of his hands now on your neck and arm- trying to find soothing in whatever his hands could grip.

“More,” Satoru whimpered into the air between you- a high pitched upturn ending her plea. Your lips latched onto hers- drawing your finger from her soft walls and pressing it to the neighboring finger.

Lazily kissing at the corner of her mouth, trailing kisses down to Satoru’s softer jaw. Pressing both of your fingers past her entrance- “So tight-” you murmured, feeling resistance from her walls as her hands gripped harder.

Clearer whimpers and moans, leaving her throat at the light sting, your lips kissing down her neck- trying to find the sweet spot Satoru always allowed you to exploit.

And when the tips of both of your fingers reached that same spot from earlier, the moan that left Satoru’s lips bordered on guttural- a high-pitched inhale followed as your lips found the sensitive spot of her neck.

Suckling at the pale skin as your palm pressed flush against her clit. Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips started moving back and forth. Unashamedly rutting his cunt against the arch of your palm as your fingers lightly bumped into her gspot.

Your lips formed a smile against Gojo’s skin- grateful of how pretty she sounded, almost like a hymn to your ears. Even more with the light squelches of his cunt frotting against your hand.

Reaching your hand up her ribcage that flared with every sharp inhale she made. Lightly cupping her breast with a teasing thumb on the hardened nipple.

It was too much for Satoru- overstimulating himself as his hips moved without instruction from his brain. The tingle of Satoru’s own gluttony formed in his spine as your thumb took a few soft swipes at his nipple.

“M’gonna cum again-” she whimpered, as though it was you moving her hips against your palm. You pulled your lips from her collarbone with a smile.

“Go ahead.” you instructed, tone far too deep and overindulgent as Gojo’s hips moved quicker- frotting her leaking cunt against you with a whimper.

It was as though the pearly gates of heaven opened for Satoru as he felt another orgasm wave over her petite shoulders, his cunt clenching around your fingers. Barely able to keep his posture as she rode herself down- greedy hums leaving Satoru’s lips as you kissed at her chest.

Using the hand on her hip to guide her to keel onto her side- landing on the bed with a pleased smile. Rolling onto her back as your lips planted gentle kisses on her sternum.

Soft hums leave his lips as your hands spread his thighs. Tilting her head to the side and watching your shoulders rest between her flawless thighs. Placing a hand to the top of your head as your lips kissed at her thighs.

“You’re so greedy~” Satoru hummed as your lips dampened small circles on her thighs- close to her glistening cunt, but still so fucking far.

You let out a soft laugh, “I’m greedy?” softly caressing his outer thighs as she nodded against the pillows. Excitement reeling behind her cerulean eyes- so eager to know what it feels like to receive head as a woman.

And as though her hand was urging you to finally kiss somewhere other than her thighs- you made a light lick from her perfectly displayed cunt up to her clit with a shuddering sigh leaving her lips. A groan left your lips at her flavor- as sweet as you expected her to taste.

Your hands held Satoru’s hips, keeping them spread with her feet planted harshly against the bed. Your tongue made a few more kitten licks at her clit- hearing the desperation in every whimper that left her lips.

Taking one of your hands and aligning it with her entrance again- right below your chin and slowly pushing them in. Your lips connect with the base of her clit with your tongue lightly swirling against the puffy nub.

Your fingers moving with ease now- his cumt stretched just enough for you to start pumping your fingers. Satoru swore that his eyes would cross had he held them open- so he closed them.

Thralling his head back into the pillows with a throaty moan- the hand on his hip moving up her side- gripping at Satoru’s breast with a light squeeze.

Gojo’s back arching against the bed as your fingers prodded against her gspot. The whispers of overstimulation roaming up her spine once more as she felt another orgasm build in her womb.

Only this time it felt different- His moans far too loud as your tongue made relentless swirls against her clit- your fingers bumping into her gspot at the perfect angle.

“Wait-” Satoru inhaled sharply, his hips bucking up into your mouth as the knot in her tummy tightened. Nodding her head quickly as she fisted the sheets- knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping.

You looked up at Gojo, furrowed eyebrows and parted lips greeting you as Satoru whimpered. Threats of ‘I’m gonna—’ left her lips as you continued the mean movements.

Satoru sat up slightly with a groan- your palm filling with spurts of liquid as your fingers continued.

Loud mewls leaving Gojo’s throat as your mouth refused to stop- making sure to drain Satoru as the sides of your face became drenched with his squirt.

“J-jesus fucking chri-” she called out in an exhale- her hips stuttering against your lips as you slowed your fingers.

And when you finally got your fill, Satoru’s hands cupped the sides of your face and pulled you back up to him. A light moan vibrating onto your lips as she kissed you. Tasting her own slick and essence on your lips with every swipe her tongue made against yours.

Your hands groping at her thighs as Satoru pulled away from your lips- looking into your eyes with urgency.

“Fuck me baby, please-” She whimpered into the air, desperately needing to feel you. In any way she could.

You pressed your lips onto hers again, feeling her hand roam down to your bottom and give you a squeeze, the other cupping at your breast- noting that even as a woman, Satoru had wandering hands.

In the split second after Satoru begged you to fuck her- you thought to the how. No strap- no toys at your disposal- but then you thought of the closest thing.

Rolling over with Satoru in your hands- leaving you on your back with one of Satoru’s knees planted beneath your thigh. The other straddled atop your other leg.

Completely tangled between limbs as you pulled your lips from hers- Your bare cunt and his threatening to touch as she looked at you with curious eyes.

You placed your hands onto her hips, looking into her bleary, cerulean eyes and guiding her down. A little whimper leaves your lips at the sudden contact of her cunt against yours.

It took very little for Satoru to get the hint- planting her hands onto your sides and straightening her back.

Taking a small nibble at her lip at the feeling of your clits bumping against each other. Looking down and watching at the small grinds he made- a small giggle laced with a moan leaving her lips. “Ffffuck, It’s like we’re kissing~” she grinned, causing you to let out a small laugh with an eye roll.

Satoru reached for the back of your thigh with one hand, pinning it up slightly to give her a better access and a better view.

Gojo tried starting at a slow pace- but the warmth radiating from your cunt onto his was undeniably tantalizing.

Small moans fell from her lips as she started making unpatterned, sloppy thrusts against you. Uncaring if it wasn’t right- only that it felt good when his clit would bump against yours and the mixing slick of both your cunts making the filthiest shlops and squelches made him even more wet.

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust she made against you, your hands holding a bruising grip at her pale hips, following every grind she would make against you.

And when Satoru’s thighs started burning from the frantic movements- your hands led her hips into the frotting. Through gritted teeth- “Right here ‘toru-” you mumbled, Satoru taking over for your hands and humping against that very spot.

Her face churned with pure, undiscovered pleasure as the mixed slick made it easier to glide against you.

Shared moans reverberated off the walls before Satoru leaned down to connect her lips with yours, her breasts pressing against yours harshly. Keeping the same quick pace against your linked cunts.

His tongue slotting against yours sloppily as moans rumbled against each other- hands gripping at anything they could find with his clit grinding against your own neglected one. Building your own orgasm as you hummed against Gojo’s lips.

One of your hands on her plump ass- gripping harshly with the other on her hip- and Satoru’s were gripping for dear life at your plush thighs- working himself through the overstimulation with soft groans against your lips.

Splitting the kiss with a loud whimper- desperate hips rutting against you at an unbelievable pace as you felt the knot in your tummy threaten to come undone- “I’m cummin-” she whimpered before pressing her lips back onto yours.

Your eyes tightened as Satoru worked you past an orgasm, back arching against the bed as Satoru crossed the finish line with you. Squirting whatever was left inside of her against your cunt.

Huffing heavily through her nose as her hips slowed- Satoru’s grip on your thighs loosening as she felt the aftershocks roll through her shoulders.

Easing your thigh down and feeling Gojo rest her body weight atop yours- just like he did when he was a man. Her lips sloppily moved against yours before pulling away- hazy eyes and pressing her chest further into yours with a pout.

Your hands raised from her ass and rested on the soft skin of her back. Satoru raised her shoulders and looked into your eyes- almost troubled.

“What is it?” you mumbled, touching her cheek and caressing it softly with your thumb. Watching the pout deepen before parting his lips.

Her breasts pressed against yours- “How do you know what to do with another girl?” Satoru pouted in a sad tone. You smiled softly, nodding your head and resting back into the pillows.

“I did a lot of experimenting in college.” you hummed, Satoru following you and rubbing her nipples against yours unknowingly.

Your eyes flashed down to your connected chests- “You’ll still like me when I become- me again, right?” She spoke softly- shy and stark in comparison to how he usually was.

You pinched your eyebrows- “Course I will ‘toru-” pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait till you're back to normal.” you mumbled. Looking at the blush on Satoru’s cheeks deepen at your declaration.

Satoru let out a dreamy sigh, squinting and looking down to where your eyes kept flashing. “S’like we’re kissing.” you smiled with a mumble, a small giggle leaving Satoru’s lips.

She sighed, leaning her head back down to your shoulder, “Dunno how you get anything done if that’s what it feels like every time.” Satoru mumbled, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the side of your face.

A half-laugh left your throat, “I would be all over you 24/7 if I was a chick.” he hummed, legs tangled against each other as your hand rubbed small circles at her back.

“God knew not to make you a woman, you’d cause too much trouble,” you murmured, hearing a half conscious hum leave Satoru’s lips as she drifted to sleep atop you.

That night you fell asleep with your girlfriend in your arms- soft, dainty and bare in your hands. Breathing softly with a feminine tinge in every exhale she made.

And you woke up with your broad, far too heavy boyfriend in your arms. His exhales taking their usual throaty tone when he breathed them against your skin.

Either or- it was still your Satoru. No matter what form he took, he was still yours.

(a.n) this was so hot, I love woman, and gojussy. by the time you're reading this, ill be watching a medieval tournament👍🏽

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landograndprix · 9 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l c.s ❞ II

part i - part iii

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ Charles is not trying to do his best to safe your relationship but a new friendship is blossoming between you and lando.

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ thank you so much for the love this fic us getting, it honestly was just a silly idea i had, absolutely insane 😭 google translate is my bestest friend

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81folklore · 7 months

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heaven - OP81 - part 4

pairings: oscar piastri x private!fem!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: oscars winter break as seen through social media

type: social media au (smau)

authors note: THEYRE BACK BABYYY!! ive missed these two so much so here 🤲 i spent a while trying to decide what i wanted to happen with these two (already have some plans) but i needed to post and my current wip is so frustrating 😕

authors note 2: its official theyre my favorites, i had sooooo much fun writing this, just two babies in love!!!! requests are always open and feel free to come chat!! (also i wrote this at 6am so sorry if there are any typos🫶)

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i hold so much love for you i often feel like its about to spill out of me, unable to be contained, and when im with you i let it. i let it fill the room and cover you until you really feel how much i love you

every day i wake up thinking about how lucky i am that i get to love you, that i get to live with you. its a blessing and im the luckiest girl in the world

ill never be able to fully explain just what you mean to me, just how much youve impacted and improved my life. everyday i find myself thinking of you and finding bits of you in places i least expect and then i get filled with this happiness that i only experience with you

you are the light of my life oscar piastri and i will love you in every universe, i promise

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the love i feel for you is infinite and is strong enough to keep me alive forever

you keep my heart filled with a love that ive never felt before and i will only ever feel for you

you’re my forever person, my bestfriend and i will love you until i cant love any more

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gymjunkie412 · 6 months

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📖Nalu one shots📖

Pied Piper is about Lucy as a siren and Natsu as a demon. It's like a folk lore story kinda thing, but it tells about how powerful Lucy's voice when attracting creatures to have her meal. Tbh, I wanna know what happens after her incident with Natsu hihi. Highly recommend. It's a long one-shot, too 😌

Just a scratch tells how important it is to not get lucy injured (I think) or else you have to face Natsu's wrath. The panel I drew is when Lucy and Gray are having a stroll and just having a buddy moment, which fills my graylu brotp heart😩😩😩

Her answer in a capsule. Oh, this story deserves a series, imo 🤩but I kinda like it being a one-shot too, so I don't mind. I haven't reread it as I'm posting this, so I won't give too much detail. Definitely go and check it out, hihi 👍🏻

This is your pilot speaking. I laugh so hard reading this fic. My god, it's hilarious 😂 It's a crack fic, and I highly recommend you guys to read it for laughs and giggles, hahaha. Gray is also involved in this story, and his bater with Natsu is just 😂👍🏻

The author has many more fics in her account, but I can't remember how many they wrote. I think they have other fandoms as well. I had fun doing this piece and my most favourite fanfic from their work.

Author : Black7kunoichi

Source : FF.Net

#fairy tail #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #hiro mashima #natsu x lucy #gray fullbuster #fairytail #my art #nalu fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction

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n1nicou · 7 months

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Loves wound, loves cure

pairings: dallas winston x reader

summary: dallas winston is a stubborn man, causing a fight between the two of you. but when you come to him all beaten, it seems like the fight has long left his mind, his only concern being you.

a.n: sorry i haven’t posted in three months, i had mid years and school is really eating my ass right now!!! 😀😀🤩🤩 (math and science can go fuck themselves!!!) anyway eat this up yall cause lord knows when im posting a new fic 😭

"fine! don’t want me to talk?" you shouted at dallas with an angry tone before getting up from the couch and making your way to your front door.

"where ya goin'?!" dallas said as he immediately shot up from the couch, seeing you move to the front door.

"we’ll talk when i feel like talkin'!" you said as you looked back at dallas with your eyebrows furrowed together. your was blood boiling with anger, but you couldn't ignore the hint of sadness deep inside your chest.

fights between you and dallas weren’t uncommon. when you did fight, it would always be over something stupid that would end with the both of you making up. dallas never said sorry, not with his pride and ego he did, but he found other ways to apologize to you. more subtle, but obvious enough for you to pick up on. however, tonight was a different story. you and dallas had been going on and on about something he had done.

you and dallas had been at the dingo all night, which was fun for the first few hours until some broad thought it was a good idea to try and sweet talk dallas, which you obviously did not enjoy. dallas, in his end, didn’t seem to mind the lousy and annoying flirtatious comments the girl made. not that he condoned to the girl's advances or try to flirt back with her, but the occasional smirk would appear on his face which only encouraged the girl to continue.

you watched as the scene unfolded, your eyebrows furrowed together when you noticed that dallas wasn't rejecting her advances. you knew dallas liked to have his fun, tease and bother girls, but not initiating anything as you were his first real girlfriend, which was strange for him. so when you both came back to your place, after ignoring him the whole rest of the night and finally blowing up on him after he profusely kept asking you why you were acting like this, he didn’t really understand why you were so upset. to dallas, it was just harmless fun, he wouldn’t do anything with her.

so there you two were, arguing back and forth for a while before dallas’s anger got a hold of him and he yelled at you to shut up.

and this is exactly the way you found yourself in this situation, walking out of your house as you just weren't able to deal with dallas right now. as much as dallas protested, you ignored his words, your mind filled with anger and disappointment.

dallas laid down on the flimsy couch of the curtis home, a cigarette between his fingers. he tried his best to be mad at you, wondering what your damn problem was, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit guilty.

the image of your angry but sad and upset face plaged dallas's mind, making him wonder if maybe he was too harsh with you. however, dallas's deep thinking was suddenly stopped when he heard the door of the curtis house slam open. dallas sat up from the couch and turned his head to the front door, expecting to see johnny coming to find refuge from his own house or a guy from the gang.

there you were, your lip busted open, your nose bleeding. open cuts and gashes trailed down from your forehead to your jaw. you were shaking violently as tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness burning your open wounds and broken sobs leaving your bleeding lips. with your blurry vision, you were able to see dallas, who you hadn’t expected to see at the curtis house.

dallas wasn’t sure who came up to whom first. whether you rushed to dallas first or he rushed to you first, it didn’t really matter, as dallas was now right in front of you, looking down at you with concern.

“jesus christ, the hell happened to you, y/n?!” dallas asked with an impatient and angry tone. despite his angry demeanor, dallas’s fingers reached to gently cup your chin.

you were in too much shock to even utter a single word. you looked up at dallas, eyes full of fear, as tears ran down you cheeks. you opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out were a few broken sobs and his name.

“d-dally…” you croaked out in a shaky voice. dallas felt his heart break at your pained voice. he soon understood that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you unless you calmed down first. dallas gently picked you up in his arms before placing you down on the flimsy leather couch. your hand tightly gripped his forearm, tears still running down your bruised and cut cheeks.

dallas thought that if he made one wrong move, you would shatter like glass. his rough and calloused hand gently cupped your cheek, looking right down at you.

"'s alright, dally's here... relax, sweet girl, i got you..." dallas whispered in a soft and gentle tone, such a gentle tone. the kind of tone he had never ever used on a single soul, not even on you before this. the kind of tone he wouldn't be caught dead using on anyone, anyone but you right now. he simply kept rubbing your cheek with his thumb, hoping that it would calm you down, as he didn't really know how to comfort someone in this situation. to be fair, dallas never really comforted many people in his life, so he tried to keep his approach gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you.

with the help of dallas's soft rubs on your cheek and gentle words, your adrenaline slowly started to dissipate. now, you could really feel all the pain from each and every bruise, gash and cut that was inflicted on you. your breaths slowed down and you slowly became more conscious of your surroundings.

"tell me what happened, sweet girl." dallas got straight to the point as soon as he noticed that you were more aware of everything now. he was itching to know who or what decided it was a good idea to hurt his girl like this.

it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts before you spoke up in a shaky tone. "i-i was walkin outside after our fight and-and this white mustang started tailing me..." dallas felt his stomach drop at your words. he didn’t need to hear the rest to get a clear thought in his head of what had happened, but he let you talk.

“i tried running or-or sum’ but they caught up to me… and i…” you tried to keep talking, but you felt as if a thorn bush was stuck in your throat, anything else other than sobs being unable to leave your mouth.

“shh, easy, y/n… ‘s alright… did they hurt you, sweet girl?” dallas asked. he already knew the answer, but he thought that maybe it would be easier if he helped you say it. you nodded your head yes before looking down at your lap, tears dripping down onto your jeans.

"fuckin' socs..." dallas felt his blood boil as you confirmed his suspicions. his fists clenched, knuckles turning white and nails digging into his palms as a strong feeling of rage took over his mind. he would kill whoever touched you, his girl, which he had made pretty clear to everyone.

but he held back, his only priority right now being you. he would deal with the unfortunate socs who thought it was a good idea to hurt you, later.

“i-im sorry, if i hadn’t been such a stubborn idiot, if i had just shut my trap like you said, none of this woulda happened…” you spoke up in your quiet and broken voice as you kept staring down at your lap. dallas immediately stopped you, tilting your head up so his eyes met yours. the guilt hit dallas like a truck. harder than ever now that were blaming yourself and excusing his behavior.

“that don’t matter anymore. it ain’t your fault, doll” the last thing on dallas’s mind was the fight you two had earlier and he didn’t want you thinking about it, nor did he want you blaming yourself for something someone else did to you. his rough fingers kept stroking your damp cheeks, feeling your whole body shake underneath his gentle touch.

"dal-dal, i'm so scared..." you croaked out as your grip on his forearm tightened. you were still in a lot of shock and pain, your body violently shaking.

dallas couldn't handle it anymore. he pulled you into his arms, bracing you with a gentle hug, afraid that if he held you any tighter, you would collapse. you tensed up in his arms, surprised at his actions, but you soon melted into his touch and buried your head into the side of his neck.

"shhh... you're safe, those fuckin' idiots are gone... s’alright sweet girl.." dallas tried to say in the most gentle tone possible, but you heard his anger slip through his comforting words.

nonetheless, you were shocked.

dallas winston, the dallas winston had you wrapped up in his arms, in a hold so so gentle as he shushed you softly. the words he said were comforting, sweet. something no single soul, not even yourself, had ever heard from this tuff, mean, violent greaser. the man who couldn't love anything, no one, was afraid to break you as he held you so delicately. slowly but surely, you felt your fear disappear. a sense of safety washed over you as he held you.

you knew you would be okay.

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ghoststyles · 1 year

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Fairway to Heaven - Part 1

Hi!! I’m so excited to post my first-ever Harry fic! I’ve been on 1D Tumblr since the very beginning, logged off for 5 years and now I’m back 💀 So I’ve had a lot of ideas over the years that have just lived in my head. GOLFRRY + MUSTACHRRY are my weaknesses, so this is my twist on a golf/bev cart girl + agegap fic 🤩

I’d love to hear your thoughts. I have most of the story written, so I should be able to have a consistent posting schedule. Not sure the total # of parts quite yet. I’m also happy to write additional blurbs if y’all like Harry and Briar as much as I do 🥹🐥🦊

Here is a mood board I put together. Feel free to picture Briar however you please. The mood board is just to set the vibez!

Without further ado...Enjoy!

Word count: 4.5K

Contains mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Agegaps, cursing.

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By the time she gets to her designated cart, she’s already fifteen minutes late; but her iced coffee is the perfect color, and her hair didn’t give her too much trouble this morning. A win is a win.

Briar Barlowe quickly dumps a bucket of ice in her cart’s side cooler as the bar back begins filling the bin with the usual suspects: Bud Light, Michelob Ultra, Fireball, Tito’s, Casamigos, Ginger ale, and, of course, grape juice. She makes sure to keep her lavender cups stocked and plenty of fun straws to make everything more fun. She even decorates her tip jars to say funny jokes.

Since starting at Wynnewood Country Club, Briar has gained a bit of notoriety among the players as the girl with a bright smile and a heavy pour. This job is exactly what she needs to fill the gap between graduating college and beginning her business degree in the fall. Good money, stress-free responsibilities, and time spent in the sunshine.

Her Uncle, Patrick Barlowe, is the golf pro at Wynnewood; a local legend who was just shy of making the PGA Tour himself. He spends his days teaching lessons, running the pro shop and serving on the Board of Directors for the club. If you’re in with Patrick, you’re in with everyone.

When he heard her worries of not finding a summer job after graduation, it was a no brainer to offer her a position as a beverage cart girl. They both gaze out over the course from a table under the gazebo on the top deck of the club’s restaurant.

“That job sounds a little sexist, Uncle Patrick,” Briar sneers. All she can picture is driving around in a little dress and a visor like Malibu Barbie, answering the male members’ every beck and call.

The club is gorgeous; first built in 1914, and the architecture reflects it. It has two golf courses, 4 tennis courts, a pool, and deluxe spa. The member fees skyrocket each year, upping the amenities and overall snootiness of the members.

“The money is good and the members are pretty harmless. From the way you’ve swindled me into throwing teddy bear tea parties, I think you’ll do just fine on the sales aspect.”

“Fine. When do I start?”

Patrick leans back in his seat, “I’ll call Dominic in the morning.”

With that, they finish their drinks and appetizers just as the sun sets.

Walking out to her car, she sees a black Range Rover pull under the carport. The boys at the valet stand are already bickering over who gets to drive this one.

Based on the surrounding town, the level of pretentiousness at the club never surprises Briar. The yearly member fee for the club can cover 2 years’ worth of her business school tuition alone. She shakes her head and jumps into her hand-me down Jeep to head back to her apartment, paying no mind to the man entering the front door of the club.

Her shift this morning started out in the frigid cold, forcing her to change outfits later in the day as the sun came out. She’s sporting her black athletic skort and a racerback tank top. She opts to leave her hair down and sport her black and white Nike trailblazers to keep the look casual.

With a few weeks’ worth of shifts under her belt, she’s learned the ways of the club and fallen into a good rhythm. On any given weekend day, she has to head to the clubhouse to restock twice before 12PM. Today is not one of those days.

As temperature warms up, the course begins to fill up. In the last hour of her shift, she’s left with only a few beers and a few shots worth of Tito’s. Her tip jar is a little emptier than usual, but the pun on her sign got a few chuckles. She sets up shop on the 17th hole and snaps a few photos of the sunset.

“I shot one under today. One under a tree, one under a bush, and one under the water.”

Briar jumps at the voice behind her. Is that an Irish accent? She leans to peer over the side of her cart. She sees a man, older than her, donning a light blue polo with dark blue pants and a white hat, reading the joke on her jar.

“Clever, isn’t it?” She smiles kindly at him.

“Hilarious. It’s like ya been watching my game today,” he laughs. He moves closer to where she’s standing.

“Can I get you anything? I’ll be honest, I’m mostly wiped out.”

He peers down at the contents of the cooler. “I’ll take that last Mich Ultra. Do you have any Casamigos left? My mate is a little picky.”

“No Casamigos,” she says with a slight frown. “I’ll try to keep my drinking to a minimum next time and save you some.”

He lets out a loud laugh and squeezes his eyes shut. “Alright, just this then. He’ll have to deal with it.”

“I can offer you some Peanut M&M’s for your troubles,” she says, pulling out her iPad to ring in the order. “Do you have an account with the club, or do you want to pay cash?”

“The account is under Niall Horan,” he says, putting a $20 bill in the jar. “Thanks for the M&M’s, darlin’.”

“I’m Briar. It was nice meeting you, Niall. Thank you!” She beams. He smiles and starts heading back to the path toward the clubhouse.

After cleaning her cart and counting her money, Briar finishes the day drinking a mojito at the bar, while Cam, her new friend at the club, is working her bar shift.

“How was it out there today, babe?” Cam asks.

“Slow at first, but it definitely picked up. I couldn’t even head back for a restock. Luckily, the members I got at the very end weren’t picky.”

“Oh! Did you see Niall?” she asks as she puts glassware in the dishwasher.

“Yeah,” Briar furrows her brows. “How did you know?”

“I used to serve him on the front course all the time. Now that I’m too old and wretched to work out on the course, he’ll visit me in here sometimes. He mentioned playing the back course with a friend today.”

Briar is always assigned to the back course. There are only minor differences in difficulty, but she finds the back course to be a little more calm and serious. They’re also a little more generous with their tips. She’s not sure if her assignment has something to do with her uncle’s knowledge of the club’s inner workings.

“He is really nice, and generous. I didn’t get to meet the friend, though. Did you?”

“Yes, he was a little more reserved. But Niall is a riot, so he makes anyone look calm. I didn’t catch his name.”

Briar hums and stirs her mojito around as she stifles a yawn. “Well, I’ve been here since 7:30 this morning, so I am ready to goooo,” she drags out her last word. She waves bye to Cam and begins the trek to the employee parking lot.

As she’s walking, she gazes up to the upper deck of the restaurant where she can just barely make out Niall standing by the railing. He’s talking animatedly and waving his beer bottle around.

A bit off to the right, peering down at her, is a tall, striking man with dark features wearing a white button down and a sport coat. The top two buttons are undone just enough to see his collarbones.

The club has a strict dress code for the restaurant. Briar often does a double take when she sees members out of their golf clothes. She wonders if he’s even allowed to show that much skin.

Shrugging it off, she continues toward her car, but not without looking back at the man. He’s still looking at her, curiously, taking a sip of his drink and turning away not long after she looks up.

She can’t help but get this strange feeling, almost as if the hairs on the back of her neck are standing straight up.

As the summer starts to heat up, so do her shifts at the course. By the end of them, Briar’s hair is sticking out sideways and her make up is smeared down her face. She bought a miniature fan that clips right to the visor of her cart to keep her cool throughout the day.

It’s just past 8:30 in the morning on Tuesday when she hears a familiar voice on the 8th hole. She squints and sees Niall, along with the dark haired man from the other night. There are a few guys she doesn’t recognize standing with them.

She maneuvers her cart through the winding path, closer to where the men are.

“There’s the beer angel!” Niall shouts. She smiles and shakes her head. He comes jogging over. “I hope you’re fully stocked this morning.”

“Yep, I am! I even have a few breakfast sandwiches, if you’re interested.”

His eyes light up as she pulls out a bacon, egg and cheese on an everything bagel from the warming drawer. Chef Lambo, the executive chef of the club, made them especially for Briar’s customers.

“Yesss. I’ll take one of those, a Mich Ultra, two Transfusions, and — H! What do you want?” He yells, partially turning to face his friend in the distance.

She faintly hears, “Casamigos!”

“And a Casamigos on the rocks, with a lime,” he finishes. It takes her only a few minutes to make the cocktails.

“Do you want these on your account?” Briar asks Niall.

He takes a huge bite of the bagel and mumbles, “No, you can put it all on my mate’s. Last name is Styles.”

Styles, or, “H” as Niall called him. The mystery man’s Last name is Styles. And, he’s a member here.

“Got it. Well, good luck today.”

“Thanks, we’ll need it. We’re trying to close a work deal with the two guys we’re playing with. Hey, don’t be afraid to swing by us multiple times. We can use all the schmoozing we can get,” he smiles.

“I think I can do that. Let me know if you need help, I’m told I’m very persuasive,” she smiles as she takes the emergency brake off of her cart. He throws another $20 in her jar and then waves, nearly dropping all of the items in his hands.

Niall returns to his group, handing out their drinks. Briar continues to watch before pulling away. H steps out from behind Niall, slightly lifting his cup — his lavender cup — towards her, as a thank you. His facial expression is stoic, watching her carefully.

She smiles to herself and drives off. The rest of the shift goes by in a blur. She swings by Niall and H’s group a few times. Each time, Niall greets her to grab more drinks and snacks.

Is that on purpose? If the drinks are on H’s account, why isn’t he coming over? She’d like to get a closer look at him. She chews on the inside of her lip and continues on with her closing duties. She loves the morning shift; in early, out early.

After parking her cart in the garage, she can see her uncle in the pro shop, glasses on the tip of his nose, peering down at something. She lightly knocks on the door and pushes it open.

“Hey, Briar bear,” he says, looking up at her. “How was your day?”

Briar sighs at her childhood nickname, plopping down on the couch by the practice putting green. Members can test out clubs before purchasing them in the pro shop, making it an optimal spot to hang out and mess around with all of the clubs.

“It was good, I just have to get used to waking up this early again. And I already know you’re going to say, ‘welcome to the real world, kid’, so just stop there,” she says sassily.

Patrick chuckles and focuses back on with his paperwork. They’re quiet for a few moments.

“What’re working on, anyway?” she asks, craning her neck to see what he’s doing.

“Just some budget sheets, and making a list of members who haven’t had a lesson from their amazing in-house golf pro,” he says, punching numbers into his phone calculator.

“They get a free lesson from you?”

“Yes, when they join. But now, to keep up member retention, we’re going to offer sessions to members who have been here for 5 years or more,” he scratches his temple. “Most of ‘em don’t need it, but I feel they always leave with a new drill to practice and some sage advice from yours truly.”

“That’s cool,” she replies absently.

“Wanna help?” Patrick asks her. She nods silently and takes a seat beside him. She sees a list of last names, first initial and an “X” next to their name if they’ve taken a lesson.

She notices an X next to “Horan, N.” but not “Styles, H”. Interesting.

Briar continues to audit the two lists, until she hears her uncle clear his throat.

“Hey, are you going to hang here for a bit? I need to run back into the main clubhouse for a few minutes.”

Patrick runs the pro shop solo during the day, until a high school or college kid can come in in the afternoon.

“Yeah, I’ll hang here. What do I do if someone needs something?”

“Then you can entertain them with your dazzling personality until I get back,” he teases, sticking his tongue out. “Alright, I’ll be back.”

“‘kay,” she says, walking back to her original spot on the sofa, laying her head back on the edge.

Her eyes are shut, only for a minute, until a brilliant idea pops in her head. She rises off the sofa and saunters over to the computer her uncle was just working on.

The employee portal is logged in under Patrick’s account. Briar doesn’t know much about it, aside from using it to clock in and clock out. It’s still on the member screen, an area she’s 100% sure she doesn’t have access to.

She peruses the site until she finds a “Member Look-Up” tab. Briar’s intrusive thoughts win.

She slowly punches in S-T-Y-L-E-S and waits for the results to populate. 2 results found.

She clicks on the first profile. An account pulls up for a Paul Styles, and a photo of a white-haired man pops up.

Well, that’s certainly not him, Briar thinks to herself. She exits out and clicks on the next account. No profile photo opens, but the name is at the top. She bites her thumbnail in anticipation of what she’ll see.

Harry Styles. H. Niall’s mysterious friend. The tequila lover.

She starts to scroll down the page. The profile is more bare than the other man’s, but she can see the basic things about him. He’s 41, joined the club 8 years ago. He lives in another pretentious town only a few miles away.

Then, she sees a “Member Activity” tab. Out of curiosity, she clicks on it. Her eyes widen, seeing every transaction he’s ever made on his account. His “dues” each year. Holy shit.

His purchases seem pretty standard for members of Wynnewood. Mostly rounds of Casamigos on the rocks (shocking) and dinners ranging from $100-$400, with a few bills over $1,000.

He joined 8 years ago, but his transactions have only begun to pick up in the last month or so. Before, his visits were sporadic at best.

Briar can’t even fathom having that sort of money to throw away. She started working at age 14 and never stopped. The only reason she gets a taste of country club life is because of her uncle.

She closes out the portal, not wanting to risk Patrick walking in while she’s snooping around. She returns to her spot on the sofa and begins playing 1010! on her phone.

She exhales and tosses her phone to the side. As she sits up, Patrick reenters the pro shop.

“Thanks, Bri. Heading home soon?”

“Yeah, I gotta get back home for Gus,” she smiles, thinking about her dog. Her baby.

“Alright, I’ll catch you later. Say hello to my buddy for me. And give him a butt scratch — Tell him it’s from Uncle Patty.”

“Will do. See ya.”

When she’s showered and comfy at home, with Gus, her Bernese Mountain Dog, snuggled at her side, she finally feels relaxed.

She’s worked nearly every day since she started. But, those are the sacrifices of a summer job.

She turns on Selling Sunset on Netflix to drown out the silence of her apartment. Already bored of this season, she pulls out her phone.

One last round of stalking, then she’ll let it go. She opens Instagram and begins typing in Harry’s name in the search bar. Nothing. Hm.

She tries Niall, immediately getting a hit. She clicks on his account to find it public, full of funny and happy photos. He’s clearly from Ireland, but has lived in the United States for some time. She wonders if he went to school here, or if he just got a job here.

She scrolls down to a group photo — on the golf course, of course — of Niall, Harry, and a few other guys. They look a lot younger here. She can see the photo is from 7 years ago. Harry’s stoic face is a stark contrast to Niall’s infectious smile. She clicks on the photo to see if Harry’s profile is tagged. Nothing.

Defeated, she moves onto LinkedIn. She tries Harry’s name again. Within 10 seconds of the search engine results popping up on the screen, her eyes land on exactly what she’s looking for. He has a profile. Her heart starts beating a little faster.

Really, Briar? All this for a guy you’ve barely caught a glimpse of? She clicks on the profile and sees the most gorgeous man at the top. He looked good from afar, but this is totally different.

Sticking out to her is his chiseled jaw, pouty lips, and beautiful (green?) eyes. His hair is longer in this photo than what she’s seen him with the past 2 times at the club, but she figures this page is old.

She scrolls down to the employment history. He works for a hedge fund. No wonder he has that kind of cash laying around. He’s been at the same company for a number of years, and received his bachelor’s degree from Georgetown and his MBA from the University of Pennsylvania. Smart dude.

She notes his MBA graduation year is 2006. She laughs, knowing she was probably still playing on a playground that year.

She exits out of the page, proud of her findings. She decides to text Cam about Niall’s friend.

B: Hey! So I totally stalked Niall online. His friend’s name is Harry! 😆

C: So funny, how’d u do it? 😂

B: Instagram for Niall, and earlier, I used Wynnewood’s portal to look up Harry. I just went on his LinkedIn, too. Now, I know all about his work and schooling, lol.

C: Your account is private, right? 😳

C: It notifies people if you’ve looked at their profile unless you’re private…

B: What?! I didn’t know that…WTF do I do?

Briar’s stomach drops. He’s probably already gotten the notification by now. She’s mortified. She logs back on to LinkedIn and deactivates her account. Reddit says those are her best chances of counteracting the notification.

She decides to go to bed, but ends up tossing and turning until 3 AM, knowing her alarm is set for 6:30. She stares at the ceiling, pleading for Harry not to show up at the club tomorrow.

The morning comes around, and after mustering enough courage to get up and make herself presentable, she rolls into work, ready to jump on her cart and be lazy. The universe (or Uncle Patrick, probably!) has a different plan.

Since it’s a holiday weekend, Briar is working inside for a change. She feels a little out of her element. She’s worked in restaurants in the past, but it’s always a little stressful when you have know idea where anything is, or how to use the register.

Taking a moment to survey the large banquet room, she doesn’t see Niall or Harry. She begins to relax. Until, 30 minutes later, she sees both of them enter and begin talking to the hostess.

Please don’t go to my section, she thinks. She watches the girl gathers 4 menus and turns to lead the men further into the room. Briar’s worry grows more with each step the hostess takes toward her section. Fuck.

She seats them down at a 4 person table right in the middle of Briar’s section, assuming the two men from yesterday will be joining them.

She takes a few deep breaths before grabbing a water jug and two stemmed water glasses. She casually approaches the table, lightly placing the water glasses down and filling them.

Niall looks up briefly with a smile before exclaiming, “There she is! I requested you to be our server after I saw you at the coffee machine over there.”

Briar smiles before turning her attention to Harry, who hasn’t glanced up from his menu. She looks back at Niall.

“Awesome! This is going to be great,” she lies through her teeth.

While this exchange is happening, she can feel Cam’s eyes burning through the back of her head. Cam is the service bartender of the day, so she has time to people watch and laugh at Briar’s bad luck.

“Are we waiting for any more guests to join us?” Briar asks.

Niall clears his throat and says, “Yes, those two blokes from yesterday. Harry here is going to close the deal with them today.”

Harry glances up at her with a shy smile. She reciprocates, unsure if he’s aware of her cyberstalking from last night.

“Wow, well, I’ll make sure my service is extra good, then. Can I throw in some drinks while you wait?”

“I’ll have an Old Fashioned. Harry?” Niall turns to his friend.

“Casamigos on the rocks for me, please. With a lime. Thank you.”

“You got it,” she says with a tight-lipped smile. Of course that’s the very first thing he ever says to her. And he’s BRITISH?

Cam laughs as the ticket prints at the bar.

“Oh, shut up,” Briar grumbles.

The other men finally arrive, and the meal goes by at a snail’s pace. When the group is finally ready to order, Briar is already mentally checked out. Briar goes to take Harry’s order.

“What can I get for you?”

“I’ll have the chicken, please,” he says simply.

“And how would you like that cooked?” Briar asks, furiously scribbling on her note pad.

Harry’s face contorts to a perplexed look, almost as if he was about to laugh.

“Um…cooked…all the way through?” He stifles a chuckle.

Niall bursts out laughing, cluing Briar in. She realizes the others ordered porterhouse steaks, so, out of habit, she asked how they’d like them prepared.

Her eyes go wide, “Right, well, I’ll go put these in. Thanks!” She shuffles away at lightning speed.

Harry stares at her from across the room, smirking when they make eye contact. She wants to bury her head in the sand trap on the golf course.

When the meal is done, the men shake hands, and Niall and Harry look relieved. They ask for another round of drinks for the two of them and the check. Niall heads toward the restroom while Harry pays. She tries to bolt as soon as the check is dropped, but she hears Harry clear his throat.

She turns to face him.

“We’re about to go play a quick round of 9-holes to celebrate. Are you our beer angel today, or are you stuck in here?” Harry says, as he opens his wallet.

Briar feels her heart begin to race. She’s sure her face is beet red. The word angel rolls off his tongue so easily.

“Um, no, I’m um, stuck in here for the rest of the day. I’ll be back on Sunday, though,” she says quietly.

“Shame, I was starting to think you were bringing me all of my luck. I’ve been crushing these guys in our last few rounds,” he smiles, swirling the remnants of his drink around.

She bites the inside of her lip, unsure if she should still be holding eye contact. He hands her the checkbook, full of cash. She smiles, unable to speak.

“Oh, and Briar— I’m an open book. If you wanted to know more about me, you could’ve just asked,” he says with a sickeningly sweet smile.

That’s the moment Niall returns to the table, and presumably the only reason she doesn’t drop to the floor in fetal position.

“Thanks, Briar. Lunch was great. We’ll see you next time,” Niall says sweetly.

“Thanks!” she squeaks, scurrying to the back, where she nearly mows down Cam.

“Woah! What’re you doing?” Cam squeals.

“He KNOWS!” Briar wails.

“Who? Who knows — OH!” Cam shrieks. “What did he say to you?”

“He said, ‘Briar, I’m an open book. If you wanted to know more about me, you could’ve just asked.’”

Cam’s mouth drops open. “Did he say it with his sexy accent and sultry voice?”

“Shut up!”

“Fine. Well, what did he tip you?” she asks, reaching for the book in Briar’s hand.

She opens it, finding enough cash to cover the $450 tab, and an extra $300 as a tip.

“Damn! Who has that much cash at one time?” Cam laughs.

Briar flips to the back of the book, only to find a note on a small piece of paper:

I’m an Aquarius, in case you were wondering. : - )

She stares blankly at the note. When did he have time to do this? Was he going to slip this note to her regardless? A million thoughts run through her head, until she hears Cam.

“What a creepy-ass old person smiley face,” she says, shaking her head.

Briar thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

Finally, her shift ends and she can escape the club, just for a day. As she heads towards the women’s locker room, she’s rummaging through her bag, attempting to fish out her street clothes so she can change as quickly as possible.

As she stalks closer to the locker room, she collides head-first into a firm, wet object. She feels strong hands grasp her hips to steady her.

“What the fuck?” she says, moving the hair out of her eyes, only to be met with a strong tattooed torso, partially covered by towel tied loosely around the person’s waist.

Her next words die in her throat as she looks up.

Harry.

Harry, who just left the steam room.

He smirks down at her, gently letting go of her waist. Suddenly, she feels hot, as if she were just in there with him. Briar’s fight or flight kicked-in, causing her to spin on her heels and flee in the opposite direction.

He senses she’d run, so he gently grabs her wrist, locking her in place. She peers up at him like a deer in headlights. His other hand is firmly planted on his hip to hold up his towel, in fear of giving the whole club a show.

He tilts her chin up so she’s making direct eye contact. Her stomach drops, sending a wave of nausea through her body. She studies his face; long eye lashes, slight stubble and two dimples that form as he smirks down at her softly.

“I told you, I’m not shy.”

He releases her chin and saunters back to the mens’ locker room.

#ghoststyles #fairway to heaven #Harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #golfrry #dom!harry #daddy!h

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erisweekofficial · 1 month

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Today we are celebrating the Amazing @the-darkestminds! 🤩

If you've ever wanted to dive into an Azris fic, we SUPER recommend her fic Autumn's Shadow which you can read on tumblr or ao3. This fic features enemies to friends to lovers and is so achingly soft!!

Definitely read this fic if you love stories that balance sensuality with tenderness and also feature a super unique plot full of mystery 👀

Read more to learn why @the-darkestminds started writing for Eris and what to do if Eris gets sick!

Would drew you to creating content for Eris? And especially for Azris other than any other ship for him?

I have the most fun writing for characters whose stories are largely untold. Angst/pain/hurt are my favorite themes to write and Eris fits into that mold well for me. There are no shortage of characters in the acotar universe with traumatic backstories, but to me Eris feels particularly tragic. We know he’s abused by his father, has likely been forced to wear a mask for his entire life. He cares about Lucien but is unable to show it in any open, meaningful way. He clearly cares about his Court and people, and yet he's treated like a supervillain by the main characters of the series. I think he’s extremely lonely. He doesn’t have an inner circle or a family he can trust. There’s so much to work with when it comes to his backstory because it hasn’t yet been written, which makes it extremely fun to fill in the blanks, specifically the events that shaped him into the male he is today. A lot of room to write about his pain and suffering. lol Because of this, I think he pairs well with Azriel’s darkness. They may appear completely different on the outside: Eris is snarky, bold, well dressed, vibrant, etc, whereas Azriel is brooding, quiet, always hidden in the shadows…but I like them together because they both have an inherent darkness to them. They’ve both known suffering. In my mind, they are able to draw each other out of it with lots of tension and passion.

How do you choose which scenes or moments to focus on?

Again, I have the best time writing angst and pain, so I try to focus on scenes that depict how his suffering has shaped him as a character. We’ve only been told snippets of his past, so I like to fill in those gaps and try to portray what his suffering might’ve looked like. I decided to write one fic for Eris Week that focuses on when his childhood trauma first began, and another oneshot depicting his grief as a grown male. I swear I love him!

What role do you think fan interactions play in your creative process?

A HUGE one. In fact, the only reason I ended up posting the first chapter of my azris fic was due to the lovely @unanswered-stars expressing interest and asking to be added to a tag list! I absolutely love getting feedback on what I write and it motivates me to keep going. I’ve had people share their thoughts and theories, ask questions and wonder about certain elements of the story that in turn have given me ideas for later chapters. Their support is everything and I am a much better writer for it.

Eris is sick! What are you doing to help him get better?

Calling Azriel

Also: Can you give me a name for one of Eris's brothers? And also for one of his dogs?

One of Eris’s brothers is named Jasper. He is the second oldest after Eris and is featured in one of my Eris Week fics. One of his hounds is named Sol. Eris acquired this hound shortly after Lucien was forced to flee to spring and wanted something to remind him of his youngest brother.

#eris vanserra #azris supremacy #azris fanfic #eris creator highlights #pro eris vanserra #high lord eris #autumn court #eris acotar

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brainrotbabe24 · 1 month

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Could I please make a request for Thorin's company reuniting with their love after Erebor is retaken? For the line of Durin you can can make a what if if you want 😢

Thank you for this request. It was fun writing mini-scenarios for each. 💖🤩

Side note: I love the Durin boys they are gonna be in part 2 hehe

Reuniting: Part 1

Balin: You wake to the sound of familiar boots in your living room. Adrenaline surging, you jump out of bed and down the stairs. Your heart drops when you only see Dwalin. Fearing the worst, you gasp. Making Dwaling look up. He smiles and moves out of the way, and in walks Balin. Balin looks up at you and smiles. "Oh, my heart…" you say, running to him. You hug him and whisper thank you’s and other quiet gratitudes in his ear. He holds you close and says, "I'm here now. I'm here."

Dwalin: Dwalin saw you from afar; you were laughing at something your friends were saying. He smiled, loving how your face lit up. Then, your friend leaned in and whispered something to you. Your eyes snapped up, locking with Dwalin's. You dropped what you are doing and walked towards him. It's like a weight had lifted off Dwalin's shoulders as he took a step forward. He collapsed into your embrace, letting your smell envelope him. Dwalin didn’t let go. He couldn’t let go. He was finally home.

Óin: You were out in the woods, harvesting mushrooms, herbs, and other supplies for the clinic. You had continued working in Oin's shop while he was gone. It was stressful, but you were counting down the days till you saw him again. As you tried to recall how long it had been since he left, you heard your name. You turned and saw him, exhaustion written all over his face. You rushed over to him, kissing his nose and cheeks; he held you close and kissed your arm rapidly. ( like Gomez would do, Lol) He couldn’t stop touching you. He needed to feel you, too feel that connection again. He ended up picking you up bridal style and carrying you home. "Harvesting can wait," he grunted.

Glóin: You had heard the news of Erebor being reclaimed and expected Gloin any day now. It was his laugh you heard before anything else. You ran out of the house and saw him, a big smile on his face, his cheeks rosy. He dropped everything and opened his arms wide. "Come here,Y/N! " he called out, laughing. You giggled and ran to him. He wrapped his large arms around you, lifting you up and twirling you around. "Welcome home, Gloin!" you giggled.

Bifur: You were busy working at the tavern with a customer when you heard the front door open. "Please seat yourself. I'll be right with you," you called out over your shoulder. You smiled back at the customer when you suddenly heard someone speak in Khuzdul, behind you. You immediately turned and saw Bifur standing there. He nodded before looking at the ground. Overcome with joy, you hugged him. Still in his embrace, you looked into his eyes, noticing how deep and tired they were. Then it hit you, "You could have died!" you cried. Your face was filled with shock as you gently touched his face, eyeing his scars and missing ax. He squeezed your waist and finally spoke, "I've missed you so much," this time in plain language—not Khuzdul.

Bofur: Bofur left for the journey, saying, "This is the journey of a lifetime. I have to go". He was excited to go, but after the battle, he is more than ready to come home to you, with something important on his mind. He returns a few months later and sees you shopping in the market. Smiling, he sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you. You yelp in surprise, before your expression melts into happiness once you see it is him. Bofur smiles, taking a step back and removing his hat. He clears his throat,"I've been thinking. This adventure made me realize you mean a lot to me. I need you in my life. S-so let's create some memories together, hm? Would you want to do that with me?". He fiddles with his hat before pulling out a courting bead. Bofur's heart flips when he sees you beam up at him and say yes.

Side note: I finally did some research and found out that beads are a way for dwarves to ask to court.

Bombur: You stood in silence, watching as Thorn's company returned. You saw each member return to their loved one, saw their happiness and relief. But you felt guilty. Guilty for agreeing to let Bombur go. You thought you had betrayed him, and now you feared letting him go had killed him. Was it because you said yes that he was gone forever? But all worry faded when you saw an orange mop of hair bounce through the group. You saw his smile as he approached you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," you said. He shushed you and said, "You have nothing to be sorry for."

#the hobbit #thorins company #balin #dwalin #bifur #bofur #bombur #nori #dori #ori #gloin #oin #thorin oakenshield #fili #kili #bilbo baggins #gandalf #x reader

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 year

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Pleaseeee i beg youuu i need more of Azrael pleaseeeee

Yandere! Boyfriend! Assassin and his conglomerate girlfriend

I see that there are Azrael fans 👀 alright, let's do a drabble 🤩

I should really make a master list 💀

This time, again, I suggest reading the fic first: here!

By the way, for those who requested, I hope y'all can be patient! We still have journalism but I assure Yall, it would be answered 🤩

🔪Azrael, as everyone in the convent knows it, is only the son of the Head Priest's sister.

🔪What they didn't know, that the Head Priest had a little bit of fun with a prostitute and dropped Azrael off in the convent in the ripe age of being newborn.

🔪"The head priest is so generous! Taking care of his sister's baby!"

🔪Sure, the head priest took care of his son, but he's abusive to a tee.

🔪The screams that Azrael let out was drowned out from the thick walls of the confessional room.

🔪The young turned old, and Azrael turned 10 years old.

🔪On a seemingly ordinary yet stormy day, Azrael felt the foreboding feeling that it was his end.

🔪When the headpriest tried to kill him, Azrael spun around and dodged, rolling to the side. Betrayal filled his lungs as he breathed heavily and his eyes saw red.

🔪When he got his consciousness, the head priest was dead from his own hands.

🔪He ran outside, letting the storm wash away his sins and blood until he blacked out once more.

🔪He was picked up by an organization. Name? Classified. Even Azrael didn't know.

🔪Azrael spent his blood, sweat and tears climbing up the brutal ladder of the organization, until he become one of the best assassins out there.

🔪Then, he had the opportunity to target Mammon.

🔪When he investigated, he found you. The conglomerate heir and Mammon's daughter.

🔪"Well, this just got easier."

🔪So he approached you. At first, you were skeptical. Because most of your exes only approached you for your money.

🔪But Azrael is a sneaky bastard who knew how to act. He made you care for him, made you trust him. He was sweet, kind, generous even. And deep in your heart, you knew he was to be trusted.

🔪But then, you woke up with his knife on your throat. Betrayal settled in your stomach.

🔪You felt like you needed to cry, but all you could feel was the deep disappointment.

🔪And by the time you told him to do it quickly, he laughed and disappeared.

🔪After Azrael killed your father, he immediately targeted your other family members.

🔪He wanted to get a reaction out of you. Something to rile you up. And yet, you didn't relent. It's because your family never really liked you. And likewise.

🔪So, rather than reacting, you just rolled your eyes and took the position of CEO from your father.

🔪With no competition in the way, the riches of your family is all yours. And in this case, Azrael was going crazy trying to get you to react. A smile, smirk, anything! You were so deadpan when it comes to him.

🔪"Darling, please. I helped you get your riches that's rightfully yours! So not even a smile?"

🔪You only sighed and walked away.

🔪At first, this would arouse the man, but now he's sweating profusely, his eyes shaky as he gripped his shirt, clawing at his throat.

🔪Why are you ignoring him?

🔪Well, who would want to be associated with a serial killer?

🔪He got so desperate to get you to react to the point he... Let's just say, his lips, tingled with how wrong this is, was wrapped with a fellow assassin's.

🔪He didn't want to do this. He wanted to kill this other assassin for even trying to think they can kiss him.

🔪But you were there. So he pressed the kiss more.

🔪But you saw this as an excuse to break up with him already.

🔪"NO NO BABY PLEASE IT WAS A MISTAKE DON'T-- PLEASE DON'T BREAK UP WITH ME!"

🔪He desperately clawed on the floor as he got dragged out by your guards. He can easily kill them, but all he could focus is the pain in his heart and the betrayal he felt.

🔪 Betrayal? Aren't you the one being betrayed here?

🔪And as much as Azrael hated hypocrites, you hated them also.

🔪So you only stared at him with ice cold eyes. Not even giving him the satisfaction of reacting. Not even in your breakup.

🔪The image of you glaring down at him with such coldness was seared into his brain.

🔪"You know what I hate? Hypocrites like you."

🔪"DARLING!!"

🔪And as he screeched out his vocal chords out, you walked out on him.

🔪Is this truly the last time you see him?

🔪Who knows.

🔪But all he knows is that the betrayal he felt after helping you so much on getting the riches for yourself.

🔪He will get you back.

🔪Even if it meant tearing you down.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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acourtofkindness · 10 months

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Hi! First of all, love this idea! Spreading love in this fandom is much needed sometimes and this is great 🥰 I haven't seen any Nessians called out yet, so you know I had to come in and spread some love for our little corner of the fandom 💙❤️

@whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk writes the most tender Nessian that has you heavy breathing at them holding hands and I love it! Her prose? Perfection 💅

@kale-theteaqueen makes me cry every time but in the absolute best way! The way she writes Nesta's character and gives her everything she deserves is next level 😍

@moodymelanist always has the most fun plots! Idk how all those amazing ideas fit in her beautiful brain, but I always know I'm in for a fun Nessian time with her fics and I wouldn't have it any other way 🙌

@dustjacketmusings can always be counted on for the most fun Nessian art! I mean did you see the slutty armor drawing? Top. Notch. ❤️

@talkfantasytome has taken a step back from fic writing, but I still go back and re-read because her fics fill me with such a soft joy every single time like clockwork 🤩

@jmoonjones have you seen her Nessian comics? Enough said. They're equal parts adorable and hilarious and I live for every single one! 🥰

@perseusannabeth have you read Let Me Be Your Home? Enough said right there. Beautiful writing. Beautiful characterization. Beautiful story. 🥹

thank you so so much for sending this in, what a wonderful idea🤍🤍

I've been meaning to give you ( @c-e-d-dreamer ) a shout-out as well, but I'll do it here now. Thank you so much for all your wonderful stories, and your amazing contributions to the fandom - you are absolutely amazing!🤍

fics of yours that sound absolutely wonderful are:

I like Shiny Things But I'd Marry You With Paper Rings (Nessian mating ceremony fic we all need!!!)

May I have This Dance (Magic Mike and Cassian - say no more!)

and of course, a few of the people from above will also be mentioned here shortly, I just haven’t read that many Nessian fics this year…

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 month

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Surprise of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villain

Pairing: Roger x OC (Mina)

Tag: Birthday Fluff Surprise Kisses Spicy

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Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Nati @natimiles I am here to wish you a truly happy birthday. 🎉🎉🎊🎊✨✨🎇🎇🎂🎂🥳🥳

I hope so much you will like this story, but above all I look forward chatting with you even more, brainstorming with you is soo much fun and even if we met only recently I am immensely grateful to have met such a loyal, funny, bubbly and talented friend like you. 🤩😍🥰😘

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly

@aquagirl1978 @violettduchess

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a tepid day, the sun was shining bright when she woke up and by the time everyone got ready it was already up in the sky.

Mina smiled at herself looking at the colorful reflections of the stained windows on the carpet floor as she made her way toward the parlour, hoping it to be a quiet place to read.

Even more since any place in that castle was barely quiet with all the ruckus the crown’s members did on a daily basis, but even though someone complained about it she was happy to see it bustling with activity.

The rustle and bustle kept it interesting, not a day filled with boredom as far as she could remember, looking back she was glad to have joined them as Fairytlae Keeper.

Even more since she got the opportunity to meet his love, at the mere thought of him his smiling face popped up in her mind, doing nothing to placate the blush from spreading on her cheeks, she could have lied to everyone about it being a sunburn, even though Harrison would have seen through her lie and told everyone about it.

Mina still hadn’t quite forgiven him for the stunt he pulled at that dinner, but looking back she was grateful for it too.

It was in fact only thanks to him that they could have finally shared their feelings so freely, without misunderstanding of the sorts.

Still she was upset to not have seen Roger around, but maybe he was just busy after all Liam told her he went out at dawn, probably for a mission and thus she had to wait to see him, but as soon as she opened the door the parlour an unexpected sight greeted her.

“Hey there.” Here he stood, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed idly skimming through the pages of the newspaper opened on his lap, greeting her as soon as she opened the door with that charming smile she couldn't help but find even more captivating each single time.

“Hello.”

“Aren’t you happy to see me ?”

“I am.”

“I know. You are so easy to read, my little lion.”

A teasing smirk curled his lips, she was oh so tempted to brush off with a kiss, the mere idea making her blush like a strawberry.

“You tease. Why did you ask me then ?”

“Because your reactions are always worth seeing.”

Mina pouted but the anger dipalayed was by no means real, deep down she knew it was only the way he was, one of the many facets that made her fall in love with him.

He was like a Rubik’s cube, complicated in a way she was drawn to understand, like that toy she failed miserably to resolve whereas he managed to complete it in record time but even that wasn't enough to make him hate him, eliciting in her admiration he saw him accepting with a rare rosy tinged cheek and a smile, a speck bashful, on his lips.

His voice a sultry whisper took her back from her reveries, along the warmth of his breath fanning over her ear, he was so close she could feel his heartbeat, while her own was in a race of he must have heard even though he pretended not to.

“Come to my room when the sun starts to set, I need your help with something.”

She looked at him surprised to see him so eager to ask for her help, a quizzical expression in her chocolate eyes, as a hint of mischief flickered in his amber’s ones dripping over his smirk.

“Do you want a clue ?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you sure, ‘cause judging by your heart you would do anything to have one.”

“Alright then tell me.”

Her smile challenged him for something she knew he wouldn’t have given her anyway, or else Roger wouldn't have been the naughty tease he was and maybe just maybe this would have chipped away at his charm, the same she felt to have been bewitched by.

“Sorry but the time is up I need to leave for a mission. I would make you come along but I can't, not today.”

There was something in his gaze pleading her to not ask any more questions and so, for once, she didn’t pried.

“Don't worry about me.”

Though they would have been apart, today of all day, she knew he couldn't give up his job for her, even though ti upsetted her the idea of spending the morning alone, even though in the castle no one was ever truly alone.

“Please take care of yourself until my return alright ?”

“Alright.”

She nodded unable to do anything else, but lose herself in that mesmerized pool of molten golden his eyes were seeing straight into her core, a dreamy sigh escaped her lips at the sensations of his big calloused hand cupping her cheek, brushing his thumb over its apple only to molding it thereafter until her lips curled in a smile.

“What are you doing ?”

“Making you smile, that pout didn't suit you.”

She pouted once more, only to smile after seeing the boyish grin on his lips she so much adored, a spark of playfulness in his gaze as he boop her nose lightly.

“Now be a good girl and wait for me. I will be sure to reward you once I get home.”

As much as Mina loved him she has to admit Roger was a jigsaw to her, just when she thought to have understood him here a new facet popped up making her rethink everything she had discovered so far ,acting all mysterious like during the first months when she decided to help him, making her even more eager to discover everything about him.

By the time she saw him off her mood to read flew from the window, she needed her to distract herself, to not think about him too much, and so she stride toward the library to pester Harrison.

“Hello, is anyone there ?”

A sigh resonated in the quiet air of the library, enough to lead her to the source of that sound.

“Why do you ask questions you already know the answer for ?”

“To be sure you were there.”

“You are quite troublesome, you know that.”

“I can say the same to you but well if this is your way to greet me I suppose I have to find someone else to share the sweets July just baked with.”

“Oh no you are not going off so easily.”

Before she knew it he had swiped the candies bags out from her hands popping one in his mouth.

“Caramel and chocolate, only she could come out with such a combination.”

“If you don’t like it I can take it back.”

“Ahhh Mina my dear, back off from your promise it’s not a nice thing to do.”

“At least let me taste one.”

“Only if you behave.”

“You sound like Roger.”

She took advantage of his distraction to snatch the flask of candies away and pick on them, rolling it over her tongue letting the sweet scent invade her taste buds.

“It seems she was in a good mood today.”

“Thanks to all the gods she was, she is so moony.”

“Hehehe I bet it was ‘cause Elbert asked her out on a date today.”

“She really is smitten about him.”

“Exactly like he is. I am happy to see it though.”

“By the way Harrison, I was thinking, do you by any chance need help with something ?”

“Why the sudden request ?”

“Roger is on a mission today.”

He perceived something clouding the sun in her eyes, clever as he was he must have caught the gist of it, truth to be told she felt a bit lonely without him but was wary of showing it off, even though her eyes must have betrayed her.

“You came at the right time, I am stuffed busy with research for a romance novelist and you are the right person to ask for a helping hand.”

So the crazy, whirlwind of her day began, running out and about around the library looking for books, newspapers and every idea they could brainstorm together, all for the sake of his job.

Engrossed as she was in helping out Harrison she didn't see the sun setting until a low voice cracked in the quiet air of the library.

“I see you are as busy as ever but I am not surprised to see that sweetie.”

“Roger.”

Immediately she left what she was doing running to throw her arms around him

“Welcome back.”

“Thank you.”

A surprisingly tender smile curled his lips as he looked at her, adjusting a rebel chocolate lock from her forehead with his sturdy finger.

“Have you finished for the night ?”

“Oh yes I think I have.”

Mina turned to look at his friend, looking back at her with a knowing smirk.

“Can I go, Harry ?”

“Of course no one is keeping you there. Thanks for the help by the way.”

When she was about to go out though she saw him winking at Roger, before ducking his head on the book on his lap as nothing has ever happened, Harrison was unreadable as he was and so she paid him no mind as she followed Roger out of the library.

She must have looked like a puppy who had found his owner but she cared very little about it, she was too happy to conceal her emotions, though she couldn't lie about the mad beating of her heart as they reached his room.

“Care to join me, little lady ?”

His voice a tempting purr making her unable to form any coherent answer and so she nodded, smiling as he held the door for her before closing it behind their back.

As soon as she entered though her attention was immediately stolen from the immense library covering the walls, like she was in a candy shop she ran toward it scanning the titles of the books, tracing them with her fingers enraptured by their color glimmering under the warm light of the chandelier, until someone his warm laugh snapped her out of her focus.

“Ahaha I see the books caught your interest before me, I feel I am not doing a good job then.”

“It's not that it's only wow I love all this tomes and the bed it's look so comfy.”

“Do you care to try ?”

“Ahem not now.”

Mina had to muster all her courage to deny him what she yearned for the most, hiding the fierce blush of her cheeks faking to caress the covers but before she could go any further something tickled her earlobe.

“You haven't seen anything yet and you are already interested in my furniture.”

“It's not that.”

“I can feel your heartbeat Mina. You can't lie to me.”

“Damn you.”

“Ahaha that spitfire attitude suits you better.”

He rewarded her with a wet kiss on her cheek, thing she answered by pouting as she sat on the bed, but her scold had to wait robbed from the gentle brush of his sturdy finger on her hair, as he tucked a lock behind her ear looking straight into her gaze, the color of molten caramel and sweet as much.

“Now be a good girl and close your eyes.” Roger was by no means stupid, perceiving her hesitancy he graced her temple with a feather light kiss, smiling at the sound of her laugh.

“I assure you, you can trust me.”

“Like that time you asked me to hold your mug of beer without telling me it was filled to the brim and it splashed on my fingers ?”

“To me it wasn't to the brim.”

“I don’t trust you on that.”

“Aahahah alright then I may have been a bit petty, but I swear this time you can fully trust me.”

“Alright then but only because you asked nicely.”

A smug smile on her lips as she locked her eyes with him before placing her hands above them.

For once she didn’t tried to peek, too busy trying to ignore any scenario running in her mind at the softness of his blankets, tempting in to give in to his desires and yield to him, but she was way too stubborn to let him have his way with her, moreover he had more than once told her he liked her as she was, making her feel, despite the weird situation she found herself in, welcomed in that peculiar palace the Crown was.

But she hadn’t the time to revel in her dreams for too long because one moment later she felt something being placed on her lap as the weight on the bed shifted signing he sat next to her, so close she could perceive the heavy scent of his cologne, wood and oranges a peculiar mix just like the man himself

“You can open your eyes now.”

A smile curled her lips at the sigh of the package but she couldn't help but gaze at him, discerning in his amber gaze a light note of apprehension that she never saw before masked by his cocky attitude ever present in his smug smirk.

“Come on, open it.”

Her fingers betraying her impatience as she hastily undid the turquoise ribbon, her smile shining brighter than the sun and ten fold as warm as she took her gift from the box, holding it close to her chest.

It was a romance book, the exact same one she yearned to acquire but gave up since she learned it was out of print.

“Do you like it?”

Here comes the concern dancing in his gaze, proof he cared deeply about her, despite what he told anyone even himself.

“I love it.”

“I am so happy to know that.”

“How can I do anything but ? I searched everywhere for it.”

“Everywhere but Elbert’s room.”

“What ?”

“Yeah he bought it for July some time ago, and after she read it they forgot they even acquired it until I asked Alfons.”

“Hahahaha that is so typical of them, that two obsessive collectors.”

Her laugh made his heart swell with warmth as nothing ever did, pushing him to wrap one arm around her, cupping her face with the other, leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Happy Birthday Mina.”

“Thank you Roger.”

“I look forward to seeing you smile in all adventures we will be into. I can’t tell you some won’t be frightening but I can assure I will be there to cheer you up when you feel down and load you with so much work you will forget anything that ever upset you in the blink of an eye or I can say in a heartbeat.”

His tender words moved her heart more than she could say, ever since she met him he seemed to be callous and egotistical but she soon discovered that deep down he was so unbelievably kind and gentle enough to make her feel even more in love with him, at each facet she discovered of that complicated man she so long yearned to call his lover.

She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, inhaling his scent, curling in his strong embrace, keeping her warm despite the light freshness of the evening.

“Thank you my love.”

She certainly had no such talent like him but she could swear she felt his heart skip a beat along hers, she pulled away shily losing herself in that gentle amber gaze looking only at her savouring that even sweet kiss than come after ward, enjoying the savour of his lips melting on hers as his tongue slipped into her mouth before entwined with her own.

Mina eagerly welcomed the sultry caress of his hands on her body, setting a fire on her skin burning ablaze for him as her core clenched begging to be satisfied.

Reluctantly he pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips he didn’t shy away from merging once more in one, as his manly body shifted closer to her on the bed wrapping his arms around her as she pushed her hips against his.

“I have to say you look even more gorgeous in this turquoise dress but I bet he will look much better on the floor.”

His voice was laced with a sultry temptation to give in to their true desires as his fingers brushed over her bottom lip.

“‘Care to test my theory ?”

“Oh yes, please show me.”

“If you are so eager then there is no need for me to hold back.”

“Then don’t lavish me as you like Roger make me yours.”

“As you desire, my one and only love.”

The stars twinkled in the darkness of the night, swirling around the clouds for a chance to get a peek between the curtains of that room, where two lovers were doing their best to shown one another the depth of their feelings not thinking to have such a curious audience to their efforts but certainly not minding it for nothing could have ever soured the emotion blossomed in their heart linked together by the power of love.

#ikemen villains #my writing #origina character #ikemen villains roger #ikevil roger #ikevil

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What have I done?!? 🥁🎸🎹 This is so, so cool! You wrote the audition like i mini-fic 🤩 Drabble? I don’t know, it was very cool, thank you 👏🏼 And Mary’s comment when she was adjusting the chair, hahaha. Loved the idea with neon colors, what a cool concept 🎨 Who’s the singer of this band? And how would Ava know of their music? Has she seen them live, or is their music out? Maybe it could be combined with your earlier thoughts? That Ava worked in a bar they played, and that’s how she found out about them (and Bea). Does the band have a name? And/or will it change/develop when Ava joins? Thank for taking my questions seriously, this is so much fun 😘

anon oh no, oh no now we're getting into the details aren't we. i'm torn between the band being primarily instrumental (akin to Polyphia) and having guest vocalists every now and then, vs having some hella strong vocalist - i'm thinking like Fuki from Doll$Boxx or omg what if someone like Tatiana Shmayluk from Jinjer?!? yoooo that would be intense. if the latter, then Lilith would be a terrifying analogue oh geez.

okay yknow what, i'm leaning towards instrumental first with guest vocals because i kinda like the idea of them working with different vocalists occasionally, which would be kinda like canon what with how their "front man" / halo bearer changes. but also like, that puts more pressure on each instrument to be on their game (which Beatrice impresses upon Ava when they have their two-day bootcamp).

as for how Ava first heard of them (aside: anon I am the absolute worst at naming things, their band's name is just going to be "the band" for the forseeable future lolol) maybe she happened upon their music online or heard about them somehow - someone playing a cover, someone mentioning them in passing, or maybe someone watching a video on their phone and Ava happens to see - oh that would be amusing if it was JC, yeah, lol okay, maybe JC's also a musician and someone sent him a video of their band but he's not really paying attention to it because it's not his vibe but Ava is enthralled. she goes home, looks up all their stuff, immediately starts playing along and it's difficult and brilliant and it pushes her to the limits of her skill level but she still has the utmost fun and it pushes her to keep learning. she becomes a fan but while she's eaten up every video and interview she could find about them (perhaps she happened upon one of those explainer videos that Beatrice did lol) she hasn't had the chance to see them live because they'd been on hiatus - hence why Beatrice (and Mary though she tries not to show it) are stressed about the upcoming gig, because while it's a small one, it is important to them since it's their first one in a long time.

oh and maybe also they're debuting new music for the first time in a long time at that gig - and maybe, after Ava's proven herself to Mary, they work through the song with Ava and Ava is able to play it perfectly, but then maybe during a break or something she's playing along to the track - not exactly practicing but like casually playing like she does at home alone whenever she listens to their songs, adding stuff here and there - and maybe Mary and Beatrice come back from break early and hear her and Beatrice looks at Mary and is like, "I'll make sure she keeps to what we've written" but Mary forestalls her, steps into the room fully, which catches Ava's attention, who abruptly stops playing and somehow manages to stop the track too without falling over.

"hey boss," Ava says, twirling the drumsticks between her fingers nervously. "that was a uh quick walk."

Mary's face is unreadable still, and she rewinds the track a bit. "do that fill again."

Ava blinks and Mary gives her a look that's like, 'do not make me repeat myself' and Ava scrambles to remember what she did and fumbles.

Mary shakes her head. "no, you did it differently last time." she kinda beatboxes what she remembers and Ava's like, "oh yeah" and repeats it correctly this time and Mary's taking up her bass and is muttering to herself about voicing things differently to match and Beatrice is like, "you want to change it? the performance is the day after tomorrow" and Ava's like, "hey I was just messing around" but Mary looks Ava straight in the eye and says, "it's a good idea. let's use it." then she looks at Beatrice and raises an eyebrow. "two days is more than enough time, right?"

and Beatrice kinda helplessly laughs because of course Mary would get caught up in this, in this energy Ava's brought with her - it's the renewal they've needed; Ava's exactly what they've been looking for.

#basically anon i don't they change their name but i do think they incorporate ava into their process #it doesn't necessarily change their sound but it adds something new to it if that makes sense #anyway details are my kryptonite lol #also i guess y'all are getting a look into how my brain works whenever i start writing a fic lolol it's literally like this #just full of what ifs and maybes and i wonders lolol #also anon i'm thinking that idea where they meet at a bar would be a different situation #bc you *know* if ava meets bea in person she's gonna shoot her shot lol #idk i kinda like the idea of this particular audition situation to be without any past stuff #though i could see that being a delicious route too (someone write it! pls write it someone anyone plssss)#jt answers #jt writes fic #i guess lol #avatrice #band au

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foreigneuropetraveller · 3 months

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A little gay story from yesterday 🫀

My mind is gay 🥹, my body is gay 🥵, my tree 🌳 (I think the boys know what I mean - and also love - 😏) is gay 🤤 and my heartbeat is gay 💓. Is it bad being a gay ❤️? Absolutely not! Since I’ve discovered that I’m gay 😛 when I was 18 years old, I can proudly say that I’m so proud 🔥❤️‍🔥 and happy to found that out 🏳️‍🌈!

I’d like to tell you a story from yesterday. I’d suggest going into a dark room 😎, locking the door 🚪 and make yourself comfy 🤭. Hopefully you weren’t dirty minded 😏 today already, because this story might a pretty good chance that your tree 🌳 and your heart 💓 might be doing a pretty strong workout 😉!

So, my fellow crazy heartbeat lovers, let the story begin:

I was sitting on my bed, looking TV and I was doing absolutely nothing. My fellow friend down below was taking a break, my heart was beating normal with 68bpm and I didn’t have any gay or cardiophile thoughts.

The gay boys 🏳️‍🌈🤗 can surely imagine what I’m going to describe now 🤭🫂. I think 💭 one or two of you already had some fantasies, where your little friend got upright and was hard as steel. But this time, well… it became better, WAY BETTER 🤩!

Suddenly, my heart began to beat faster. From 68bpm to around 95bpm. I was breathing normally, but it also began to speed up. My little friend down below got upright, became hard as a steel rod. My brain was telling me something like: Come on Justin, you didn’t do your daily task today. Get everything off of your body and play with your little friend.

I was feeling like my male hormones, my heart or my brain were conducting an April fools joke, but hell no, I was wrong.

From out of nowhere I had the urge need to jerk myself off. I was playing with my little friend until my heart was racing so fast, it was beating at the speed of light. I was breathing like 75 times a minute, my heart was beating with 192bpm, my thoughts were filled with so much gay energy. I was feeling like I was sniffing poppers, that my heart was racing like that, but no. I was also feeling like I was having my first time fun with another gay boy.

This trip took like 30 minutes. For 30 minutes I was breathing so fast, my heart was racing like there was no tomorrow, my little friend was doing his best he could do.

In the end, my little friend decided to finally throw the male juice of fun out of his mouth. All the way down my tummy onto my chest. I’ve never taste the juice before, but today I thought let’s give it a try. I tasted it, it was awesome! So I decided to get all of it back into my body.

At max my heart was beating with 195bpm. This was also the first time, that my heart was nearly beating above 200bpm. I don’t know how fast I was breathing, but holy moly that was awesome!

I hope you’ve enjoyed the story, love you 😘.

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Eine kleine schwule Geschichte von gestern 🫀

Mein Geist ist schwul 🥹, mein Körper ist schwul 🥵, mein Baum 🌳 (ich denke, die Jungs wissen, was ich meine - und auch liebe - 😏) ist schwul 🤤 und mein Herzschlag ist schwul 💓. Ist es schlimm, ein schwuler ❤️ zu sein? Ganz und gar nicht! Seit ich entdeckt habe, dass ich schwul bin 😛 als ich 18 Jahre alt war, kann ich mit Stolz sagen, dass ich so stolz 🔥❤️‍🔥 und glücklich bin, das herausgefunden zu haben 🏳️‍🌈!

Ich möchte euch eine Geschichte von gestern erzählen. Ich würde vorschlagen, in einen dunklen Raum zu gehen 😎, die Tür zu verriegeln 🚪 und es dir bequem zu machen 🤭. Hoffentlich warst du heute nicht schon gut drauf 😏, denn diese Geschichte könnte eine ziemlich gute Chance sein, dass dein Baum 🌳 und dein Herz 💓 ein ziemlich starkes Workout machen könnten 😉!

Ich saß auf meinem Bett, schaute fern und tat absolut nichts. Mein Freund unten machte eine Pause, mein Herz schlug normal mit 68bpm und ich hatte keine schwulen oder kardiophilen Gedanken.

Die schwulen Jungs 🏳️‍🌈🤗 können sich sicherlich vorstellen, was ich jetzt beschreiben werde 🤭🫂. Ich denke, 💭 ein oder zwei von euch hatten bereits einige Fantasien, in denen euer kleiner Freund aufrecht stand und hart wie Stahl war. Aber dieses Mal, nun... es wurde besser, VIEL BESSER 🤩!

Plötzlich begann mein Herz schneller zu schlagen. Von 68bpm bis etwa 95bpm. Ich atmete normal, aber es begann sich auch zu beschleunigen. Mein kleiner Freund unten wurde aufrecht, wurde hart wie eine Stahlstange. Mein Gehirn sagte mir so etwas wie: Komm schon Justin, du hast heute deine tägliche Aufgabe nicht erledigt. Weg mit den Klamotten und hab ein bisschen Spaß.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass meine männlichen Hormone, mein Herz oder mein Gehirn einen Aprilscherz machten, aber zum Teufel nein, ich habe mich geirrt.

Aus dem Nichts hatte ich den Drang, mich richtig zu entspannen. Ich spielte mit meinem kleinen Freund, bis mein Herz so schnell raste, dass es mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit schlug. Ich atmete gefühlt 75 Mal pro Minute, mein Herz schlug mit 192bpm, meine Gedanken waren mit so viel schwuler Energie gefüllt. Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass ich Poppers schnüffelte, dass mein Herz so raste, aber nein. Ich hatte auch das Gefühl, dass ich zum ersten Mal Spaß mit einem anderen schwulen Jungen hatte.

Diese Erfahrung dauerte etwa 30 Minuten. 30 Minuten lang atmete ich so schnell, mein Herz raste, als gäbe es kein Morgen mehr und mein kleiner Freund tat sein Bestes, was er konnte.

Am Ende beschloss mein kleiner Freund, endlich den männlichen Saft des Spaßes auszustoßen. Den ganzen Weg über meinen Bauch bis auf meine Brust. Ich habe den Saft noch nie probiert, aber heute dachte ich, lass es uns versuchen. Ich habe es probiert, es war fantastisch! So habe ich beschlossen, dass er wieder zurück in meinen Körper sollte.

Mein Herz schlug mit maximal 195 bpm. Das war auch das erste Mal, dass mein Herz so nah an der 200er Marke kratzte. Ich weiß nicht, wie schnell ich geatmet habe, aber heiliger… das war großartig!

Ich hoffe euch hat die Story gefallen, hab euch lieb 😘.

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targaryenluvs · 2 years

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Congrats on 200 followers. Can you write something about the celebratory dinner with Charles and his family after Charles won the world title?

Of course!

and completely missed the mark 😭

contains bad french translations ❤🤩

Stand By Me

"And Charles Leclerc is the winner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and subsequently the 2023 Champion of the World!"

Cheers rung through out the Ferrari Garage, more so all around you. As you gripped your headphones tighter than before as you watched your boyfriend cross the line, swerving left and right.

Following in his lead, fellow team-mate Carlos and Max. The first Ferrari 1-2 since 22' Bahrain.

In that moment it was all worth it.

The frustrations, struggles and pain of the last few years, the DNFs, the engine problems, miscommunication, everything.

It didn't matter.

You, nor any Ferrari employee had managed to wipe the ginormous grin on all of your faces, these smiles would've, (according to Lando) put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

Charles stood proudly on top of his championship winning vehicle as he celebrated by drawing a bow and arrow and shooting off into the distance before covering his eyes as if looking into the sun to see it off.

He jumped down and rushed to the rowdy red team as shouts and compliments surrounded him.

Now don't get him wrong.

He loved the support and congratulations he was receiving but they weren't exactly coming from the person he wanted to hear it from.

The second you came into his field of vision, Charles swallowed you entirely with his bear hug. "For you. Mi amor for us!"

"I know Charles, I'm so proud, you have no idea. I love you so much mon chou." You rambled as you pressed your lips to his.

You and Charles were driving to Pascales home.

It had been three days since your very own boyfriend, Charles Leclerc himself, stood proudly on the top of the podium. Clutching his trophe so tightly as if he feared it would run away.

That night was not something any Ferarri member would have remembered in the slightest inkling.

That night was a blur of love, cheers, champagne, skinny dipping off a boat and fireworks as well as noise complaints.

Right afterwards you organized the dinner with Charles and his family knowing they wanted to see him even though Charles had already told you, that the pair off you guys would go together to visit anyway.

You were zoned out as you felt Charles's hand resting comfortably on the inside of your thigh as it drew you back in.

"Tu vas bien?" - Are you okay?

"Yeah, just thinking about this week."

"Oh yeah? Any specific parts? Perhaps our bedroom last sunday?" Charles joked as your smacked his arm.

"No you idiot, I'm just proud of you."

"Merci chérie, je n'aurais pas pu le faire sans toi."

Thank you honey, I couldn't have done it without you.

The door opened and revealed a beaming Prema Driver in an ugly christmas sweater.

"Maman me l'a fait porter. Don't even."

Mom made me wear it.

Speaking of the woman, "Charles!" she squealed as she hugged her son before turning her attention to you. "Y/n, it's been too long mon amour."

"Hi Mrs Leclerc! How are you?"

"Good, I'm having fun, watching my boys, being healthy and doing my job. Its a peaceful life and I love it."

"That sounds amazing, I know who I'm going to for my next haircut then huh?" You joked.

"Yes you do. I'm happy and eating well."

"I told you not to lie with family Maman. I saw you eating the oreos!" Enzo joked as he also welcomed you and Charles "Oh shush Lorenzo, come this way dinner's outside, but close your eyes Y/n."

You were promptly blindfolded and lead outside where you suddenly stopped, all you could hear was bickering in a language incomprehensible to you. Italian maybe? Definitely not French was all you could tell.

"Y/n."

Was all you heard before the blindfold was taken off and you swore then and there you fell in love, forever, permanently.

Charles was standing in front of you, on one knee, with a ring box in hand.

"Cha-"

"Ma fille, je ne te remercierais jamais assez de m'avoir aidé à traverser ces années difficiles. Tu es restée à mes côtés pendant toutes ces années. Tu m'as toléré, aidé, nourri, soigné quand j'étais trop brisé pour le faire moi-même. L'année dernière a été ma pire, et tu m'as aidé à traverser ça avec facilité. Tu m'as soutenu quand j'avais l'impression de n'avoir personne. Quand c'était le monde contre moi, tu me rappelais toujours que je n'étais jamais seul. Alors s'il te plaît bébé, épouse-moi.

Tiens toi a mes côtès pour toujours."

TRANSLATION:

My girl, I could never thank you enough for helping me through these tough years. You've stuck by my side for all these years. You tolerated me, helped me, fed me, cared for me when I was to broken to do so myself. Last year was my worst, and you helped me through it with ease. You stood by me when I felt like I had no one. When it was the world against me you always reminded me I was never alone. So please baby, marry me.

Stand by me, forever.

"You have no clue how long I've been waiting for this Charles. I've known you since we were kids and I've loved you longer than I've known.

Yes! A million times, Yes!"

He promptly slipped the gorgeous and obviously expensive ring on your finger before scooping you up in his arms and spinning the two of you around. As his brothers and mother shouted in excitement and happiness.

As it all settled down you looked up at your boyfriend of 5 years and bestfriend of 19.

"Je t'aime tellement mon ange." Charles whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

"Je t'aime Charlie."

#formula one x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula one #charles leclerc #f1 #cl16 #f1 drama #carlos sainz x reader #allisonxf1s 200 celebration!!

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helluvapurf · 7 months

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*claps* Soooo, its been a hot second since I uploaded a Tier list here, and since we're most likely gonna be getting the next batch of Helluva Boss eps pretty soon (dunno if in this exact month or so, given Hazbin Hotel's focus in February .3.), I figure it'd be safe to still give my general opinion of all the HB eps we've gotten so far (from the initial pilot to the Mammon ep). Hope you all enjoy reading!

NOTE: Like with my past tiers, these are all just my own personal opinions listed below, so DO try to keep things civil if you disagree with anything here. Thank you- 🙏

~Fave~

-"Ozzie's" (S1 Ep. 7) By FAR the ep that truly captured all of the show's best qualities into one, and I still find myself going back to it more times than I could count!~ 🤩👏👏Everything from the gorgeously animated Lust ring visuals, the whole climax of the ep being carried out through-song, Fizzarolli & Asmodeus making their debuts as the wickedly fun power couple, and of course there's the major focus to Blitz and Stolas as a whole here :O What started as a faux-date in order for Blitz to sneak into Ozzie's club/spy on M&M, became something that truly tackled the inner flaws to both their characters; Blitz as the emotionally closed-off, insecure imp who finally told off Stolas when-alone ("-Stolas, DON'T act like what we have is anything more than You. Wanting Me. To F*** you. Okay?? You make that really clear, all the time..."), to Stolas's own transgressions being turned against him in-public ("You used to have a smoking wife! A kid! You had it ALL~! I hope you didn't give it up, so you and him could get it ooooon... you sold your life for a thruuuuuust~!")... all resulting in said prince silently reflecting on what he had done, all alone out on his front manor steps, now....💔 Just... daaaaang, now THAT was truly something I never expected to see in a silly, raunchy assassin-focused show like this... but man was I eager for more once the credits came to a close! 😭👏👏

-"Loo-Loo Land" (S1 Ep. 2) Definitely one of the more "classic" S1 eps for alot of people, and the one that most definitely got me into the show full-on~ 😊 While maaaaybe an odd choice to have the second-ever ep of a series focused on a side character (or, in this case a side character's child lol), I was very much invested in Octavia's story the more we got to know her~ 🥺✨ A lonely owl princess who used to be filled with wonder in her childhood years... torn apart by her parents' crumbling marriage (+Stolas' infidelity) as a teenager. And now with her dad trying to recapture old memories by taking her back to Loo-Loo Land, we got a new glimpse into Stolas' character as he does all he can to be a doting (if ignorant) dad, struggling to balance those attributes with his attraction to Blitz (+him & the other IMP antics at the park), only for everything to backfire at the Robo Fizz show in-question. Ultimately, all building up beautifully to Stolas being acknowledged as having acted selfishly ("I just wanna go home, but home doesn't feel like home anymore. You ruined it..."), but at the same time... also showing him capable of admitting when he's wrong, enough to make things right by his daughter 🥹Which just... d'awww, never fails to hit me in the heart ngl~ 🙏💜

~Amazing~

-"Mammon's Magnificent Musical I'm not typing the whole title lol" (S2 Ep. 7) P h e w, quite a mouthful of an ep this was... and yet one I gladly ate up in-full for how entertaining it was!~ 👏👏 Fizzarolli coming back to show more of his insecurities/fears of losing his status in-life, all the great songs and visual imagery to explain his plight, Mammon being a surprisingly fun villain who was both bombastic and threatening, Asmodeus & Blitz serving well as supports to Fizz, and I even loved the smug-but-determined bitch energy for the Glitz & Glam twins~ 👌 Even if part of me kiiiiiinda feels like we could've gotten a whole season's worth of story with Fizz's focus here (as is, we most likely won't get another one of these with him if he's not gonna become a main-stay lead :c), I still very much recommend this one for anyone up for a good bit of musicals, angst, feels and hope for a character like Fizzie~ 🥹💜

-"Oops" (S2 Ep. 6) For the first ep that really dove into Fizzarolli in his own focus plot, this remains a pretty fun ep in alot of different ways! 😄 From Fizz being a chaotically goofy weirdo to root for, his adorable relationship with Asmodeus, the reunion with Blitz bringing back SO much angst and feels (esp as they both got kidnapped), it all really made you invested to see these two work through things once the plot got rolling~ 🥹🙏 Now, was it a "totally" perfect ep? ...Weeeeell, I'll admit I was a bit bummed that Asmodeus didn't get to do a whole lot than just sitting in a boring ol' office, Stolas (though he had some amusing lines) lowkey felt a bit pointless here as he just read a bunch of papers all day, and while I'm glad we got even more of Striker as a threat... idk, him randomly teaming up with Crimson just felt like an odd writing choice ngl .x. BUT hey, we got to see Blitz and Fizz finally making that move to amend things between them, some interesting plot potential with Stolas buying an Asmodean crystal (most likely to end his "deal" with Blitz), and the potential for Fizz to truly shine as a main lead really made it a worthwhile ep nonetheless~ :3

-"Truth Seekers" (S1 Ep. 6) The penultimate ep before the S1 finale, and boy was it a thrilling one!~ 👀 Even if the main human characters from the DHORK agency weren't too terribly interesting, the rest of the ep remained pretty solid in getting us invested to the action!👍From all the intense action of IMP racing to save one another from the human agents, the deep dives into Blitz & Moxxie's psyche as they reveal their genuine value to one another as friends (beyond just the snarky jests/insults), and even that end shot of the humans revealing they've captured everything on-camera really added to the stakes for what our protagonists could get into next~ :O Now, granted I can see why some could take issue with certain parts like the deus-ex-machina style ending (cool as it was seeing Stolas becoming an eldritch horror lol), along with some of the conflicting implications from Blitz's "trip" (like, are we meant to see Stolas in a good light with all that golden/“heavenly” imagery… or someone we’re meant to root against with Blitz being chained to him? .-.), but ultimately its not enough to take me out of the ep overall imo.

~Great~

-"Harvest Moon Festival" (S1 Ep. 5) As the first-ever introduction to our fave cowboy Striker, I'd say I still find myself having fun going back to this ep here & there :). Seeing his sly charm & charisma with our main leads, his genuine strength during the competition/end fight with the IMP crew, and the way he was able to break through Blitz's own inner-struggles with Hell's hierarchy ("-You are SO above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords...")... was just peak character-building, right there~ 👌👌 With all that said... why is this ep not ranked higher with the others above? ...Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a lil salty that this turned out to NOT be a Millie-centered ep T-T. Like... come oooon, we're right here in her hometown, her whole family's here, AND there's a whole competition about Imp fighting & Wrathian strength... you're seriously gonna give most of the spotlight to Moxxie instead, and then leave poor Millie more to the sidelines (even during the big Striker battle)? Smhhhh... -n-

-"Queen Bee" (S1 Ep. 8) About time we finally got the "official" last ep of S1... and though not quiiiite as grandiose compared to "Ozzie's", I couldn't help having fun with it nonetheless ^^. The Gluttony ring visuals were pretty, Bee(zlebub) was a fun new character, we got to see Vortex back as a supportive bud to Loona's struggles at the party, and even Loona & Blitz's father & daughter-bond focus (esp during the ending) was honestly pretty touching 🥺 Though, sadly I can't quiiiite rank this one much higher, due to this more-or-less being on the "filler"-range of eps (and Loona's development here unfortunately not carried through to S2... which ironically aired before this one did, so... oof >>; ), its still nice seeing the final vision of it after so long of waiting for it way back then 😊

-"Spring Broken" (S1 Ep. 3) One of the more "low-stakes" eps of the series, but one I still find a nice bit of charm too on its own accord ^^. We got a fun mix of cattiness from Blitz and his popstar-ex Verosika, Loona showing more of a softer side through her crush on Vortex, and a fun change of scenery by having the main IMP gang go up to challenge the Succubi at the beach (-all over a petty disagreement about a parking space, of all things lol). Granted, I do wish we could've actually seen more of a proper resolution to Blitz & Loona's fight (rather than them abruptly dropping it for a monster fish threat (+Moxxie getting drunk)?), but nonetheless its a nice lil palette-cleanser for those who want a break from shipping drama & angst :>

~Good~

-"Helluva Boss" (aka: The Pilot) While it may not be considered "canon" anymore in the grand scheme of things... I honestly can't help still having a soft spot for the original pilot that kicked off this whole series ^^. For the time, it was a nice mix of casting we got from Blitz introducing his classic "raunchy dumbass" self, Moxxie being more of a down-to-earth snarker to Blitz's antics than a punching bag, and even those like Loona & Millie had a nice bit of "bite" to their characterizations (that didn't just left them feeling like the token "girls" of the group). Heck, even Stolas seemed like he would've made for a fun villainous threat with the whole phone call scene with Blitz (pushy, threatening but still keeping his posh-rich guy schtick... think Brandon Rogers' British series in a way lol). As unpolished & awkwardly-paced the pilot was in hindsight (as even story-wise it lowkey felt more like a bunch of skits than a cohesive plot, I'll admit .w.; ), I think it could still use some fan-appreciation nonetheless 👍

-"Murder Family" (S1 Ep. 1) The more "official" first ep of the series... and, while admittedly not as memorable as the OG pilot, I think its still a fine ep on its own accord imo ^^. The main cast is still generally solid, I enjoyed Mrs. Mayberry & her story against Martha (+her secret killer family lol), and though a lil low-stakes in the long run, I think it sets up some interesting potential for characters like Stolas to become more relevant (-albeit his whole "deal" with Blitz not... exactly aging well, even for his previous-established creepiness .-.;; ) Still, for what it was I'd say it was a fine start to the series👍

~Ok~

-"C.H.E.R.U.B." (S1 Ep. 4) Seems to be considered the general least-favorite for alot of the fandom back when it aired... buuuuut tbh, I don't really think its that bad, looking back? ^^; Like, yeeaaaah its not a perfect ep; as the Cherubs (save for the purple one) were a bit forgettable in-hindsight, the old geezer duo weren't too interesting to get invested in, and I can see why some would take issue with the lowkey-unfair ending (I mean... really, kicking the Cherubs out of Heaven purely for an accidental death? Harsh :/). ...But other than that, I'd say this ep was honestly a bit refreshing to not be focused on melodrama or ship angst... as instead it kept its focus more on the IMP crew's assassin gig & their wacky shenanigans against their squeaky-clean rivals lol. With honestly a good handful of jokes I still find myself chuckling at today, I think if this ep just had a lil bit of polish/fine-tuning, I think this could've very well been a good pattern to have kept going for the rest of the show imo. 'Cause after all... wasn't that what the show was advertised as at the start, a series of goofy assassin-based adventures? lol

~*shrugs*~

-"Western Energy" (S2 Ep. 4) For the time, I'll admit to finding this among the more "okay" S2 episodes... and, I guess I still think thats the case (albeit a lil less now)? Like, yeah its not exactly the most special looking back given its... kinda clunky-handling of the "Stolas gets kidnapped" A-plot, Striker (tho fun as it is seeing him return) coming off a bit watered down character-wise, Stella becoming more & more like a one-note joke that I don't see why she's even a "threat" anymore, her brother Andrealphus (admittedly cool design aesthetic-aside) being randomly-thrown in to the villain brigade outta nowhere, and... yeaaaaah I still don't get why they only NOW decided to address the "Ozzie's" drama (...through a blink-and-you'll-miss-it text message instead of an actual conversation, wow 🤦‍♀️). ...Buuuut, at the same time, I did find myself enjoying some of the B-story with Blitz & Loona (namely through him showcasing his dad priorities of keeping her comfy at the doctor's, aww ^^), M&M getting the chance to fight Striker on their own was refreshing, and I'll admit some of the humor gave me a chuckle here & there (like Striker's annoyed rant at the singing band xD). Could the overall-writing & pacing been handled better? Oh most certainly... but for what it was, I don't mind going back to this ep for at least those lil highlights lol .3.

~Ehhhh...~

-"Exes and Oohs" (S2 Ep. 3) Now, admittedly I didn't mind this ep too much back when it originally aired... buuuut the more I think on it nowadays, I'm just... not sure if its "aged" the best tbh. Even with the unique premise of focusing more on Moxxie's side of things, from his family upbringing to his devotion to Millie... it ultimately fell kinda flat since Crimson (admittedly entertaining as he was at times) overall felt like your average mob boss-type villain, Moxxie's ex-bf Chaz being a painfully unfunny presence with all his "hurrhurr I'm sexyyy~" humor, and even as I wanted to enjoy Millie taking a stand for her husband's defense... idk, it just kinda felt like the same "Millie gets to be kickass while Moxxie watches" song & dance we've been used to, already 🤷‍♀️ Not to say the ep's "completely" without its merits, as I did enjoy Blitz's addition as more of a chaotic doof than his usual asshole schtick here, the murkier green atmosphere a nice change of pace setting-wise, and the childhood Moxxie flashback being chillingly sad to watch... buuuuut if yall are gonna immediately backpeddle from such intensity through a literal d***-on-the-wall gag, then like... whats the point, man? :/

-"The Circus" (S2 Ep. 1) Definitely seems to be the most... "base-breaking" ep of the series, as you've got half the fans who do love it for exploring more of Stolas' backstory... to those who can't stand it for the inevitable continuity errors, melodrama & fanfic-y writing throughout most of it. For me... while I don't outright hate it, personally (as I do still enjoy some of the pretty visuals, Paimon (voiced by Jafar lol) being an entertaining asshole-type character, and some of the flashback scenes with the kid-aged cast were cute), I just... have the hardest time fully-enjoying the ep whenever I look back on it :( Namely for this... sadly being the point to where Stolas went from such a well-balanced, complicated character w/ gray morality... to just your average "uwu poor bean who did nothing wrong & only wanted true looooove~ 🥺🥺" protagonist from literally any cheap Y/A romance story 🤷‍♀️. Nothing really seeming to be his fault anymore as we've got Stella being confirmed a heartless shrew their whole marriage, Paimon having been the catalyst that instilled the Goetia's toxic views into Stolas from childhood, and now Blitz having been shown as the one who "lead on" Stolas since the get-co (even as kids as he basically stole all his stuff under the guise of being his playmate + seduced Stolas (while drunk) as reunited adults). And like... if the show needs to bend over backwards THIS much to make you root for a character... then I just ain't interested in 'em anymore. Sorry :/

~No. Just No...~

-"Unhappy Campers" (S2 Ep. 5) Y'know, it says alot about an episode when it becomes the universal least favorite for alot of the fandom overnight (so much that even the hardcore M&M stans prefer to pretend it doesn't exist)... myself included -_-. Like... really? This has to be the point in finally giving M&M the major-A plot together? One where they're basically both at their absolute worst (from Moxxie being a whiny drama queen, to the writer's attempt at "Millie depth" feeling more like a half-assed ploy to ward off her critics), the humor being an absolute cringe-fest all the way through (like... whyyyy oh why did they had to make the setting at a kid's camp, of all things? 🤢), and as much as I wanted to enjoy the B-story with Blitz finding his sister Barbie (even more for her not immediately forgiving him right away since he kept stalking her all day)... the fact that it was ultimately just too rushed in and forgotten about by the end doesn't do the ep any favors for me :/...

-"Seeing Stars" (S2 Ep. 2) Ughhhh... while I guess not technically the worst HB episode given the previous one I mentioned... this one just, never fails to bug me for how filled to the brim it was of missed opportunities🤦‍♀️. What should've been a wholesome & touching ep focusing on Octavia's struggles with her parents' impending-divorce, getting to bond with Loona, and allowing them space to just hangout & have fun outside of their respective homes... was instead just a pointless venture into a bland af Hollywood setting, cheesy Stol*itz fanservice at some sitcom-set eating up the runtime (-all the while not addressing any of the drama from the prior "Ozzie's" ep), Loona being WAY too violent to her dad for no reason (even beyond her usual grumpiness) that it felt OOC, M&M adding nothing but fluff for the upteenth time in yet another side-plot... ...and the worst part of it for me, was just how backwards in logic it was to paint Octavia as "wrong" for being upset at her dad... WHEN SHE HAD EVERY FREAKIN' RIGHT TO BE??😑Yes, I know Stolas loves her, and that he IS trying his best after the shitty cards he's been dealt with in-life... but jfc Stolas, did you need to stay on the phone arguing with Stella all-morning? Did you need to act so helpless and distracted at the studio with Blitz (-when you're literally the same dude who went hellish-giant bird mode to save IMP in "Truth Seekers"...WITHOUT the grimoire on top of that)?? *sighs* And like... as much as I want to give Stolas kudos for (kinda?) apologizing & making amends at the end with Via... idk, I feel like that ultimately further-added to me growing disinterested in his overall character 😔. I could go on but... yeah. Even as a Via fan, this ain't an ep I'd watch again anytime soon...

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