#The first feels a bit like an AU sort of pic

[forestwhisper3]

Just a friendly reminder that Vincent/Castalia is still in the lead in the popularity poll. You guys really like that pairing, ahaha!

In case you’re wondering, these two are in second:

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[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[venuscrashed]

demon brothers x gn!ghosthunter!reader

i just started the game so please don’t come at me/ let me know if you guys want more of this au

warnings: based off phasmophobia, no pronouns used

Word count: about 600 in total

Okay, now imagine the demon brothers with a ghost hunter reader. Who also happens to hunt demons, like in phasmophobia. They wouldn’t know your job at first but once you tell them you can only imagine their reactions.

Lucifer: He would obviously know your job from the start. Although, he was still a bit hesitant to accept you. He was cautious around you, always keeping a close eye on you. Whenever you would grab something he would stiffen but it wasn’t obvious. Later on he would be fine, even joke about it. “MC, is there any chance that you can do your ghost hunting thing on my brothers.” “If you don’t calm down I’ll have MC start an exorcism.” 

Mammon: Was literally like whaaat? Thinks it’s really cool, honestly. “Yeah! That's my human kicking ghost's butt.” Would somehow turn it into a money scheme. He would also cling onto you in haunted houses and such. “The Great Mammon ain’t scared. He’s protecting you because you’re not used to ghosts anymore.” Would totally tag along if you were to do some ghost haunting in Diavolo’s castle. “MC how do you use the glow stick?” “AHHHGHGHH it talked to me!” “Mammon it's a spirit box, it’s supposed to do that.”

Levi: If you stream it he would totally watch it. Would see you when you arrive and be like “OMD you’re that streamer that does ghost hunting!” Instantly becomes your number one fan. Would think you’re really brave considering he can’t talk to regular people. He hides and blushes whenever he sees you be brave…or see you in general. Plays phasmophobia with you, and is really good. He would be an expert at ghost chases and looping. One second into the house “It’s a Yurei. Let’s gag and go.” Becomes more of a professional then you.

Satan: When he first met you he felt some sort of nostalgia, like you two have crossed paths before. It isn’t until he sees your scar or necklace that his cult wears. It’s inevitable that you would come across satanic worshippers and be sacrificed, or be one. Asks you questions and even gives you tips. Gives you full permission to summon him if his cult members mess with you again. Would tag along on your ghost hunters and probably remember all of their traits. “It’s an Oni. The airball event tells me enough.”

Asmo: Again if you stream he would totally watch. Would totally brag about your guys' friendships. Would even post a pic of you two and caption it “Demon x Demon hunter: the best couple” if you two were dating. Would only tag along to act scared and hide behind you just so you can protect him and be brave. “Oh~ MC. It’s scary in here, the ghost keeps scaring me.” “Asmo you're literally a demon.”

Beel: Is like “oh.” He understands why you hunt ghosts but doesn’t really see the point. Would be like “I can protect you.” Would totally watch your streams while he eats, especially if they’re hours long. If he tags along he stays close to you so he can protect you. Would totally be the man in the van. He’s sitting there eating while watching the camera for dots. I feel like he would be good at motion sensors and para mic. Has good intuition to, “It’s the twins.” “Beel we haven't even been here for a minute.” “It reminds me of Belphie and me.”

Belphie: Would hate you more than he originally did. “Did Lucifer choose you to spite me?” Would complain about you for so long “But they’re dangerous.” Once he warms up to you he’ll joke about it. “Can you get rid of Lucifer with your demon experience.” IF he tagged along he would sleep in the van next to Beel. Maybe I would bring you the supplies but nothing past that. Don’t tell him you know but he plays your stream in the background to sleep. If he stays awake he is fully immersed into it and even laughs when you get scared.

[shadebloopnik]

"The only thing more painful than watching you fall, is watching you lose hope."

Lets all pretend that I drew these consistently for a second. This is the first time I actually seriously made some sort pf a comic strip and am honestly a bit happy with it lmao (even tho that last Alastor leaves much to be desired, i cannot with the angle i chose). Angelic Alastor AU details and better taken pics of each scene under the cuttt

Man im actually taking this AU sht seriously huh- here we goooo

So AU summary, Alastor's an angel, though he's always been an odd sort and looked different from the other angels. His name is still Alastor, though he is also known by his title, Altruist. As time went on, it was the name nearly everyone knew him by.

He was close with Lucifer, who both admired each other's fantastical ideas, and oddity from the others. He was closely involved with Lucifer and Lilith, helping keep their relationship a secret. He was devastated when they both fell, having managed to keep his own involvement hidden(after countless pleading from the two to keep himself safe). Im a radioapple addict by heart lmao, but this is gearing more towards a poly between the three of them. Alastor was quite slow in processing his feelings for the two, even with Lucifer having already harbored feelings for him for ages, and Lilith being pretty forward.

After a couple events and other drama and detailsss, Alastor arrives at the Hazbin Hotel after he heard about Charlie. He sees her like a daughter, and it hurt him to know that Lucifer and Lilith left her behind in such a manner. He still doesn't believe in redemption(he's an angel, he knows those fuckers), but he still supports Charlie anyway he could. He still acts super creepy and all, but has good intentions. He lives a somewhat double life, juggling his appearance between being Altruist in Heaven and Alastor in Hell.

Lucifer, Lilith and Alastor, though initially had a rather stable relationship(as stable as you can get with one of them constantly smuggling himself into hell), had a bit of a falling out. Lucifer lost hope and motivation for everything, something that broke all their hearts. Lilith was a bit more fierce, wanting to take more action. Alastor was a sort of a mix between the two. He was cautious, and preferred to lie in wait, but wasn't as far gone as Lucifer.

Its why when Lucifer found out about his involvement with the hotel, he was absolutely furious. He didn't want Alastor to give their daughter false hope, didn't want her to reach for the stars only to fall back down, burned. He's too broken, and the idea that Alastor, someone who should KNOW how dangerous hoping was, setting Charlie up for pain, it hurt.

Basically sad old men lol

[tokkiwrites]

fIRE NECTAR : Qu’est-ce que l’incassable ?

➛ in which the allure & danger of one man makes you question all but your heart.

ʕ•̫͡•ʔ c.w : 18+ joel miller x afab reader, fem reader, no outbreak au, mob boss joel (kind of), stalking themes, mention of cheating, alcohol, violence, some angst, age gap, mentions of infatuation, p in v sex unprotected, pet names, degradation, f and m receiving, knife play, mentions of blood, mentions of being pure. (the pic doesn't represent readers body, its there just for the aesthetics. lmk if i missed anything) not proofread

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'Perfect is a word lost at the bottom of wine bottles perfect is a foreign word, to me. you and i both have uncountable mistakesㅡ lost wars. i want to be your good, but I dont want to be what im not. I'd surrender my arms, I'd lose all fights.. for you.'

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everyone says you're lucky. lucky you have what most only dream ofㅡ You've been with your boyfriend for almost 5 years now. You two met when you were only 19, and he was 20. life has been great. You're even planning on moving in together on your 5th year anniversary, buying a pet, and spending more time together. you can't express the happiness you feelㅡ or felt, better said.

it's been six months. six grueling months that have kept you up wondering if this is what you really want, who you really want. it was all so peaceful until you met him.

enter Joel Miller, the man who beat the shit out af a creep who tried to touch you when you were out with your friends at a club. that happened six months ago. six months ago and a few hours. you'd been lying if you said seeing someone bloodied up because they wanted to protect you didn't pull at your heart.

your encounter with Joel was short and sweet, unfortunately. you told the officers at the scene he was the reason you turned out safe and that you think he's a nice man for that, scrunching up their nose as they tried to make sense of what you just said: Joel Miller a nice man? maybe when alseep, all though even in he sleeps, he's probably dreaming of destroying everything in his way.

Police prefer not to entangle with him. they did it many times, but when he hit 35, doing the same shit they gave upㅡ sort of making a pact for the sake of everyone's well-being. He was a nice man. Losing loved ones and years got to him, the wrong people got to him first, and so he built his own life climbing the steps of crime.

He was a nice man.

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You hate it when you do this. You go outside more often than you did 6 months ago to that same spot ㅡ where you first and last saw him. you don't go at night, but after you finish work every day, hoping he's searching for you like you are for him. it's like a fix, and he's the drug, only you had no time to indulge into him.

only the image of his bloodied knuckles project onto your closed eyelids as you fall asleep.

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As the neon lights flickered against the rain-soaked streets, you found yourself standing outside the club. Your heart raced as you pushed open the heavy doors, the bass thumping through your veins. "Hey, beautiful," a smooth voice whispered in your ear. You turned to see Joel, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity. "I've been waiting for you."

"I shouldn't be here, Joel," you protested weakly, torn between loyalty to your boyfriend and the magnetic pull of this dangerous man. He chuckled, a shadowed glint in his eyes. "But you couldn't stay away, could you?" You bit your lip, feeling the weight of his gaze like chains around your heart. "I need to leave," you said, but your feet refused to move.

"Liar." Joel urged, his voice low and persuasive. "Just one drink." Against your better judgment, you found yourself nodding, allowing him to lead you deeper into the pulsating club.

You swallowed hard, the guilt of betraying your boyfriend warring with the intoxicating thrill of being with Joel. "I can't do this," you whispered, but even as the words left your lips, you knew they were a lie. Joel's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "You're not fooling anyone, sweetheart," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

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Before you could respond, the sound of your phone goes off, causing you to wake up. Your eyes shoot open, turning to see if your boyfriend is yet awake. his side is empty, only the wrinkles on the sheets remembering his presence.

As you reach for your phone, its vibrant screen illuminates the dimly lit room, casting shadows that dance across the walls. With a delicate touch, you unlock the device, revealing a text from your almost beloved:

── had to leave early, sorry for that, babe. Can't wait to see you tonight. Love you ❤️

The words, though tender, fail to dispel the lingering echoes of Joel's presence in your mind. Your brain flickers back to the dream and the moment you met Joel, its façade a beacon amidst the city's nocturnal.

The memory of Joel's voice, velvety and commanding, resonates in the recesses of your consciousness, a siren's call luring you into the depths of uncertainty. Despite your protestations, the tendrils of temptation coil around your resolve, entwining with the delicate fibers of loyalty that bind you to your partner. With each heartbeat, the dichotomy of emotions swirls within, a tempestuous maelstrom of desire and guilt, desire Joel, and guilt for the betrayal it entails.

his gaze, a smoldering ember amidst the darkness, kindles flames of longing that lick at the edges of your conscience. his eyes that cut like knives.

And yet, beneath the veneer of steadfast resolve lies a flicker of uncertainty, a gnawing doubt that whispers of the inevitability of succumbing to the intoxicating pull of his magnetism. In the depths of your soul, you grapple with the unsettling truth that the want you feel for Joel might stem from something deeperㅡ it was something carnal. It consumed you for so long.

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'About time you escaped, imprisoned isn't what I'd imagine you'd want your heart to be written upon.'

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Amidst the throng of pedestrians, a familiar silhouette emergedㅡ him. it felt like seeing an old friend. no, like finding an old toy that brought you joy. only that toy was stolen, which is why you had to hide it; hide it so good you had to forget about it.

With a jolt of recognition, your gaze locked with his, a fleeting moment suspended in the maelstrom of time. 'Will he recognize me?' Joel's eyes, obsidian pools that mirrored the depths of your soul, held a myriad of emotions: recognition, intrigue, and perhaps, a hint of longing. at least you hoped so. wanted so.

With a wistful smile, Joel broke the spell that bound you, his voice a melodic symphony amidst the murmur of the city. "Happy to see you're fine."

You returned his smile, a fragile facade that masked the tempest of emotions raging within. "Why wouldn'tI be?" you replied, your voice a whisper lost.

"I was honestly thinking something might have happened after that night...seeing that you almost always visit the club." he quirks his eyebrows. "nothing happened."

but it did. he ripped the heart out of you and kissed it goodbye all at once, leaving you to deal with it all whilst he carried on with his drug escapades and crime shenanigans. nevertheless, you smile, swallowing back your own thoughts as it seemed.

"I've been following you, y'know?" joel admits.

my, and what a strong grasp he has onto your heart right now.

"You'veㅡ seriously?" why did you sound happy? when joel tells someone this, their first reaction is to go wide-eyed and back out. but it is rare that he feels such a pull towards someone. someone like you. maybe you reminded him of when he was so untaintedㅡ the thought of danger strangling him to the point he couldn't help but give in. "Tell me why."

you've been caught. isn't this what you wanted?

"I- uhm...I don'tㅡ"

"Don't even bother lying. What would an angel like you want from someone-" joel steps closer. "like me." a sense of inevitability washed over you. you were reminded of the immutable truth.

The words, uttered with a conviction born of desperation. "It's you that i need." you can't believe your own courage. maybe you were just drunk on his scent.

they slip past your lips like a plea. absolution and complete submission, you surrendered. this was your god, the one you've prayed for all those nights when your boyfriend was fast asleep. it was wrong, but oh, how sweet, like honey wrong is.

you weren't scared to kick everything away for a mere second of this. just a touch of his fingertips. that's all. you found solace in that.

"Do you wanna go back to my place, sugar?"

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'Love is an apple, and i am the serpent forcing it down my throat.'

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rough, red, and raw. that's how his kisses were. he made no stop until he had you splayed over his bed. he was eating you with every stare, like a predator. you needed him to do something, dive into you. it was carnal.

"If you wanna stop, just say so, yeah?" joel causes you to look back up at him. nipping at your lower lip, you spread your legs further apart as to invite him further.

"I want you to hurt me, Joel." and how could he refuse you? you looked so pure and beautiful all spread under him, waiting for his command. "that so." and you whimper a pathetic 'mhm'.

"I never made you out to be this kinda girl, all though ㅡ" he retracts, reaching out into his back pocket to take out his switchblade. "I don't mind it." joel chuckles before yanking you up by your hair and pulling you to the ground. "Kneel." he commands. and you obliged, intoxicated from his presence alone. "This what you want? huh?" he asks, traching your neck with the tip of the knife as you shiver. "pathetic slut. forgot you've got a man at home?" he taunts "bet you've been dreamin' bout me stuffing you up with my cock, yeah?"

you nod, eager not to let him slip through your fingers. "Yeah.." he drags the kife down, cutting through your top, knicking your skin and exposing your breasts. the slight pain drowns you as you press your thighs together. "Look at that." he tuts, mocking as he drags the knife over the small cut to gather the blood, bringing it up to your mouth.

"lick" and lick you do, swirling your tongue around the blade, keeping eye contact as the metal aroma washed over your tastebuds. "atta girl. good little slut." joel chuckles as he proceeds to unbuckle his pants. "now imma let you suck my cock, butㅡ" after hes done freeing his shaft from his briefs he holds the knife up to the side of your neck. "if you stop I'll make sure you won't like it."

you weren't scared at all. maybe it was from all of the time you spent yearning that totally disrupted your sense of fearㅡ You wanted to make him proud and not regret what he'd done until now.

so you take his member into your mouth, slowly sucking on the tip before trying to take more. you lied if you said he wasn't huge, your jaw already hurting once you made it halfway. the knife was still digging at your skin, his eyes fixed on your every move. moving you head up and down, you felt as joels muscles tensed, his breath growing shallow as he snaked his free hand around your hair again.

"Just like that. yeah, keep doin' that.." tears well up in your eyes as your core tightness, still not dwelling on you that you're on your knees, sucking Joels dick whilst he holds you at knifepoint.

"ok, thats enough, angel-baby." he pushes you back, motioning you back onto the bed. " all fours."

"n-no.." You muster up. "What's that?" joel furrowed his brows. "Not all fours..wanna see your face." You stare up at him, and you swear you saw his gaze softened. "what the fuck are you doin' to me, girl..?" he laughs, pulling you up and placing you on the bed, the sheets enveloping you.

"been dreamin' about this, baby. look at you..." he groans, undressing your delicate skin. "you're a fuckin' dream." he trails kisses from your stomach to your knee and traces his nose back up to your lips before he crashes his onto them.

you cling onto that kiss, it awakes you from the deepest hole on earth, pulls you to the heaven, then plummets you down againㅡ you needed this.

joel breaks from the kiss, sitting like that for a second. he then traces his digits between your folds that dripped with desire. "so wet for me, angel. all f'me.."

"please, mmhg.." whining, you try to rub yourself onto his fingers, but he quickly slaps you again, this time on the side of your thigh. "don't be a greedy whore." he clicks his tongue before leaning down spreading your pussy lips as he does, blowing onto your sensitive clit. you jump and moan in frustration. "i know, baby, i know." he spreads your legs further, finally landing a soft and teasing lick between your folds. it doesn't take long for joel to go at it, sucking and licking at your cunt like theres no tomorrow, your desperate pleads to come only fueling him. "not yet, angel-baby." he gorans, picking himself up.

"please fuck me, Joel." you plead. "needy thing." and with that he lines himself up with your hole and eases in. your whole body vibrates as a sting spreads through you, and you squeeze around Joel. "fuckkㅡ so fuckin' tight." he moans before plunging straight into you. your tongue luls out, tears on the brink of your eyes as you cand only squeal out pathetic moans and incoherent blathers. "shitㅡ ! squeezing me so good, baby."

joel fucks into you harder and harder, the bed creaking whilst you let him take over you. he grabs your hips pushing himself even deeper into your cunt, groaning when you arch your back, breasts perking up. "fucking angel. my pure angel." ㅡ you can only moan and cry as you feel your orgasm approaching. desperately, you clench around his cock, sending joel into a frenzy.

"gonna come, baby?" he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaㅡ y-yes, plea-se..." you don't know if you're crying because you feel too good or because of how long you've waited for this.

"go ahead, angel-baby." you writhe as the knots in your core begin to untie, shaking under joel whilst he fucks you through it. it doesn't take long for him to reach his limit, digging his nails through your thighs, gritting his teeth and moaning your name.

"gonna come soㅡ fukin' deep inside of you- shit!" he almost growls, and you not your head dizzy. "p-leasee...insideㅡ!" and you don't wait more than two more seconds as joel spills his warm seed inside, painting every inch of you. he leans down, leaving a tired kiss upon your forehead.

"thank you."

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'wandering companionless, I've finally found you.'

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⏜⃞♡⠀⠀🐰 hey, guyyyyssss, i honestly dont know what this is. It's kind of shitty but i wanted to try writing something more. i incorporated some verses of poems i wrote, so i hope you enjoyed it!!! love ya

[resowrites]

Suddenly It Happened - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry’s longtime personal assistant wonders if he’ll ever return her feelings…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, brief mention of relationship difficulties, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2040

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Suddenly It Happened - oneshot.

The door to the waiting area closed softly. She looked up to see her boss, smiling casually as he motioned for her to join him. The meeting with his publicist lasted only half an hour but she still had to drive him into central London for a day of press. Naturally, he was dressed to the nines and looking as handsome as ever. She sighed as she got into the car, wondering how despite his ever-increasing popularity, he’d managed to remain single. She'd worked closely with him for the last five years, doing all manner of tasks, many far out of her purview as a personal assistant. But Henry wasn't like the other celebrities she'd met. He was kind, humble, and undemanding, the sort of man she'd always dreamed of meeting but knew was way out of her league. Her personality was very much like his own but whereas his looks were talked about and admired the world over, she was plain and bookish. Hardly his type. But that didn't stop her from daydreaming occasionally or stealing a loving glance. She knew nothing would ever happen, and she was far too serious about her job to ever risk being so stupid. Yet still, she wondered. He looked over at her from the passenger seat, his gaze as warm as his smile. She kept her eyes firmly on the road ahead "Tell me again where we're headed first?"

"The Thistle Hotel, you'll be there hopefully no more than a couple of hours. Did you manage to look over the list of questions I emailed you last night?" His smile grew wider.

"Yep, seems pretty standard stuff. Thanks for making sure there were no personal questions, though I must admit it gets a bit tedious being asked about Kal all the time..." She uncomfortably cleared her throat but otherwise said nothing. "You're still coming to the premiere next week aren't you?" 

"Of course, wouldn't miss it."

"Great, you know how uncomfortable I get at those things. All those flashing lights, the shouting, the hordes of people..."

"Well, don't worry. We'll whip you through it all pretty quickly." She tried to smile reassuringly.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. And thanks for being with me today."

"No problem. It's what I'm here for." Her voice sounded thick as she finished her sentence and she hoped she hadn't come across too awkwardly.

"No, I'm serious. You make this job a thousand times easier and I don't thank you enough for it." She smiled again but remained silent. "... Are you okay?" Her brow furrowed.

"Of course, why?"

"I dunno, you just seem a little quiet." She tried hard not to blush. Being under such close scrutiny always made her cringe.

"Oh, no I'm fine. Just running through today's checklist in my mind. I've got to email Armani's head office again, your suit for the premiere still hasn't arrived." Henry chuckled softly.

"Well, relax. You work hard enough, and I can always find another suit." She shook her head, amused. "What?!"

"It's not quite that straightforward." He harrumphed.

"Well, it ought to be. I mean it though, don't run yourself ragged--"

"Well, I wouldn't be much of a personal assistant if I didn't." She gave a tired smile and he considered her for a moment. Eventually, she had to look away. "So, who are you taking to the premiere besides your family?" Why had she asked such a thing? She felt her face turn crimson, annoyed that her desperation to change the subject had caused her to well and truly put her foot in it. She certainly had every right to know, but it was information usually offered up by the client first.

"Er, I'm not really sure at the moment..." Henry returned to looking out the passenger window and she could have kicked herself. What did it matter who he invited anyway? She knew he dated around and would probably turn up on the arm of some young starlet. For a moment she both loathed and envied them. She'd worked hard all her life for very little in return. When could she expect the happiness she read about in her books or saw in the films she watched? A melancholy thought then entered her head, that being a personal assistant was the closest she'd ever get to someone like Henry. And she supposed that was fair enough. Surely someone as rich and handsome as him deserved someone equally beautiful and successful? She caught her reflection in her wing mirror and stared crossly at it. There was no use in her pining and indulging selfish thoughts. She had a job to do. Today was all about Henry. "Did you manage to get a table at La Cuchina?"

"Yep, in the private section at your usual table." She relaxed somewhat at the thought of having lunch with him, in private he was great company to be around, always joking and telling stories.

"Brilliant, to tell you the truth I'm already famished." She suddenly remembered the bagel and pecan brownie she'd picked up at Starbucks earlier that morning just in case. Henry had a habit of missing breakfast and she hated the thought of him going hungry. 

"Reach in the glove box, I picked you up something from Starbucks." His face lit up and he happily munched away as they came closer to the hotel. As was her custom on press days, she then moved on to her usual pep talk. "Now remember to relax and have fun, we've kept the questions light and entertaining so just keep your answers brief and focused."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm long-winded?" She shifted in her chair, not quite willing to meet Henry's mischievous gaze.

"Of course not, but I know you get carried away. Especially on your favourite subjects..."

"And what might those be?"

"Well, you do love your history for starters--"

"Oh, that reminds me, I read that one you recommended about Port Royal in the eighteenth century." She glowed inwardly at the thought of him reading something she'd enjoyed.

"Oh yeah, what did you think?"

"It was fascinating... do you think I could play a pirate?" She choked on the bottle of water she was sipping from. "I take that as a 'no?'"

"Well... you might have to drop the accent." They smiled at each other. "Anyway you'd get completely obsessed in the research and muggins here would be sent off on all manner of errands--"

"And when have I ever made you do those?!"

"Are you kidding?! The guys in the Warhammer store know me by name!"

"Ooh I wonder if James will be interviewing me again?" 

"Yes, he is, but remember to stay on track--"

"You call me obsessed, that guy knows everything there is to know. I wonder if he got the custom model I sent him a couple of weeks back?"

"He did, he sent a card to the office, didn't I tell you?"

"No... though you have seemed a little distracted lately." Her brow furrowed, but she didn't get a chance to respond. "How are things going with Simon?" She was afraid Henry would bring him up. Her six-month on-and-off relationship was the last thing she wanted to discuss. The truth was she hadn't heard from Simon for several weeks. 

"Fine," she said a bit too quickly.

"... Is he joining you at the premiere? You know you're allowed to bring a guest."

"No, he's... busy." The next couple of minutes were swallowed up by an uneasy silence.

"Oh, that's a shame. It's a big night for you though, what could he possibly have to do that's more important?" She bristled slightly at the question and decided it was best not to respond. "You know, you're a good person. You deserve someone who treats you well." She felt a curious mixture of embarrassment and delight.

"Nah, I'm nothing special. Besides, I'm married to the job..."

"Tell me about it, I have the exact same problem." She couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh come on, someone like you could have anyone. I bet you're spoiled for choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's just, you know, you're... you. Who wouldn't want that?" She regretted the words the minute they came out of her mouth and her face flushed a deep crimson.

"You'd be surprised. People don't really love me they just love whatever image of me they have in their mind."

"And what makes you think you don't match up to that?"

"Well for one, I'm not always in such great shape." Was he joking? With him, it was sometimes hard to tell. "I think people expect me to be a lot more outgoing than I am as well." That part was certainly true, she'd definitely noticed how shy and introverted Henry could be.

"Well, I'm sure you'll meet the right person eventually." To this, he didn't reply and she began to wonder if she'd overstepped.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why are you still working for me?" She blinked several times, at first wondering if she'd misheard him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're an intelligent, hard-working woman, don't you have an economics degree?" She hardly knew how to respond. If she explained the real reason she kept working for him he could very well leap from a moving car.

"I dunno, I like what I do I guess." Another thought then crossed her mind. "Why? Are you unhappy with my services?"

"No, of course not! You're the best. I'd be totally lost without you. I just... hope I'm not holding you back." Did he mean to keep sending mixed signals? One minute he was singing her praises and the next he was questioning why she was even in his employ.

"To be honest... I have thought about moving on." Henry snapped round to face her.

"What? Why?!"

"Cos you're right, it's not very ambitious of me to keep spinning my wheels."

"But... but I need you." She felt her heart begin to thump.

"Oh stop, you could train a chimp to do what I do."

"... Pull over."

"What? Why? Henry, we're going to be late." But his hand pointed towards a free parking space free on the left-hand side of the road. Reluctantly, she reversed into it and came to a stop. They then sat there quietly for several moments. "Henry, we really need to get going."

"... Do you hate me?"

"What? Look, we really don't have time for this, you can't miss your first interview--"

"Sod the bloody interview!" Henry's outrage almost made her jump. "Answer the question." She sighed and took the key out of the ignition, figuring they were going to be there for a while. 

"No of course I don't hate you, you're one of the nicest people I've ever known." He worked his jaw, clearly choosing his next words carefully.

"... So will you go with me?"

"With you? Where to?"

"The premiere." She stared at Henry, utterly confused.

"I already said I was! Now let's get going, otherwise, we're going to get stuck in traffic." But he put his hand over hers, causing it to jerk away from the steering wheel. 

"No, I mean... will you go with me? As my guest?" The look in her eyes was blank at first and then almost tearful. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and a horrible pit open in her stomach. She snapped off her seatbelt and bolted from the car. "Wait, where are you going?!" For nearly five minutes, Henry chased after her, eventually catching her by the wrist when she turned to head down a quiet side street. "W-where do you think you're going?!" He leaned over for a moment out of breath and she was surprised to realise she'd outrun him.

"I'm sorry... I just needed some air."

"What? Why? Did I upset you?" She bit her quivering lip.

"You know it's not very nice to tease me. I know I'm just a plain Jane from the office but it really hurt my feelings. Please don't do anything like that again." Henry just gawped at her, dumbfounded.

"You think I was joking?" But this time she felt indignation rise up through her stomach.

"Well, aren't you?!"

"Of course not!" She tried to read his expression but then backed away and scoffed.

"Don't be ridiculous - what could you possibly see in me?!" The look on Henry's face was pitiful.

"... I see the sweet, gentle-natured woman who's put up with me for half a decade and gone above and beyond not only to help me but to be my friend when I've needed one most. There are so few people I can trust but with you, I can always be myself. I can't promise it'll be easy, but if you'll have me, I really hope you can be more than just a friend..." She hardly knew what to think, say, or do. These sorts of things just didn't happen, and she had a horrible feeling the trapdoor was going to open any minute.

"But... but why me?" It was his turn to look confused.

"Well, why not you? You're everything I've ever wanted. But, if you still have feelings for someone else--" she didn't let Henry finish. Instead, she threw herself into his arms and they spent the next few minutes kissing amidst the throng of passersby. 

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[gabessquishytum]

Some sort of au (within canon verse or a human au) in which Hob met Orpheus first and are the best of friends. He’s incredibly curious about Orpheus’ fascinating family, and eventually gets to meet some of them; his wife Eurydice (lovely woman, Hob’s nearly as close to her as he is to Orpheus), his mother Calliope (living her best life now after having gone through a bad patch unrelated to her amicable divorce), his aunt Death (complete chance that Hob got to meet her, during a break in her busy work).

The one he’s most curious about though is Orpheus’ dad Dream; his friend talks about him the most, the guy sounds like an interesting man with an interesting life doing interesting work, and from Orpheus’ stories he seems like he does his best to be involved in his son’s life despite his busy schedule. And yet Hob’s never seen him at any event or party that it would make sense for him to attend.

Finally Orpheus admits that he’s been purposefully keeping them from meeting, because he knows Hob, and unfortunately knows that his dad is exactly Hob’s type, and he just doesn’t feel like dealing with the can of worms that’d be his best friend sleeping with his dad.

Hob laughs at him and says that he may be a bit of a slut, but if the idea bothers him so much then he promises he won’t try to sleep with Orpheus’ dad.

So the next opportunity to meet comes around, and Orpheus graciously permits Hob and Dream to be present at the same time. Hob takes one long look at Dream, leans over and quietly says to Orpheus “I’m really sorry about this mate, but I’m going to have to fuck your dad”, and then walks over to Dream while Orpheus sighs in defeat and thunks his head down on the table while Eurydice laughingly pats his shoulder in comfort.

-🪽anon

Oh Hob. You nasty slut (affectionate).

Dream is older, of course - a proper dilf. Silver threaded through his dark hair, and a gorgeous lean body that Hob just wants. He seems quiet and reserved, but occasionally his lips quirk into the most beautiful smile, and his eyes crinkle up. Hob is smitten. If he ever had a teeny tiny crush on Orpheus, it’s immediately blown out of the water by the sheer magnetism he feels from Dream.

The problem (for Orpheus) is that Dream is just as much of a slut as Hob. He hasn’t let being a father stop him from having various flings over the years and poor Orpheus has witnessed many a walk of shame in the morning. It was great relief for him to move out and ultimately get together with Eurydice - he knows that at least he’ll never have to see his dad’s hook-ups over breakfast ever again.

(His winning streak of “not knowing about Dream’s sex life” is definitely at an end. He even gets a shirtless pic from Hob in the morning which he just knows is taken from his dad’s kitchen where he used to eat his coco pops.)

Orpheus at least figures that it will be a one time thing. Hob can get his rocks off with the old man and they can all move on with their lives. But oh how wrong he is. Because 3 weeks after the party, he gets a call from his dad. Not unusual, it’s nice to catch up. He’s almost forgotten about the whole Hob incident.

“I wanted you to be the first to know.” Dream says gravely. “And of course I will inform your mother imminently. Hob and I have decided to pursue a committed relationship. Of course it is too early to be considering marriage, but—”

Orpheus drops the phone, bless him.

Then again, he can think of worse people to have as a stepparent. And oh he is going enjoy giving a speech at the wedding. He knows all of Hob’s dirty secrets and many of Dream’s too. He’s going to get REVENGE.

[adrian-sheppy]

ur timeline post is insane and fantastic do the others have a grasp on or figure out, or even believe, that the prime timeline is just that—the original? or is that just the naming system? how would they react to that sort of explanation? who wants to return to their timeline first/is that the goal overall for any of them? :’0

to preface, i tend to use timeline/universe interchangeably.. ok . long post time. be warned.

1. do the others understand they're in the prime timeline?

as of right now, this system uses "interuniversal" passports planted on everybody by gee-man as they enter the prime timeline. this was to get around the problem of people having the same name. I love freemanverse but i could not understand how they came to the conclusions of accepting our third-party naming conventions. why would freemind call himself freemind when his name is gordon freeman? martini (who can go by his middle name) doesn't get the "feetman" name joke until way later, so calling him that off the bat would be weird (his passport changes  from gordon "martini" freeman to gordon "martini" feetman when the feet pic bit occurs). No one's name is ACTUALLY barmey, mindrian, freerun, freemercy, etc... but it is on the passport! and they use these names when referring to each other.

okay, so. the naming thing was the main function of the passport, but it has other standard information on it

Dates of birth - explanatory

date issued - release date of their IN REAL LIFE series (I.e Gordon is Nov 19 1998)

date expired - res cas day according to the prime timeline

(These three dates are often conflicting and confusing, which is as intended. They all exist in different years BUT the events of their universes are taking place at the same time. Timelines are synced up.)

AND THEN! place of origin. Every timeline gets assigned a number based on when they were chronologically conceived (for the most part. it's not a strict rule. it can be bent for convenience or funny/cool purposes).

ips: 000

og gordon: 001

freemind: 002

gorgeous: 003

so on and so forth. i like to pair these letters with numbers (HL-001, M-002 (M, not FM, because it's "Mindverse."*) G-003, etc)  seeing as HL-001 is One, they can come to the conclusion themselves that it's the "prime" timeline. whether they ACTUALLY call it that is debatable. i just do it because star trek does, but this requires a more "robust" naming system since it's more than just "prime," "alternative," and "mirror."

*Mindverse technically has alternative timelines too, but we're going with the one where gordon enters the test chamber (not stark) and gordon would've been taken by g-man (not felix)

2. How would they react to that sort of explanation?

Everything is very overwhelming and nonsensical. Since the collisions take place (for the most part) over the course of the rescas, most of them are too stressed to try to fully grasp the situation. They have their interuniversal passports, which just materialized on their person/with their belongings when they get sucked into the prime timeline, so they know SOMETHING IS UP. Some care more than others, like Freemind and Martini (not a game au) both freak out. Freemind probably thinks he's high for a bit even though he doesn't FEEL high. Martini thinks he's going crazy or hit his head, which doesn't help when the science team acts like this is a perfectly normal thing (while it's not a game, they all have their "npc" quirks). The science team is also the narrative vessel which can help explain the phenomenon. emphasis on can. Coomer understands the framework, while Tommy has a more intimate knowledge. But neither explain anything too quickly. Coomer wants playcoins and Tommy would acknowledge the "glitching" and correctly identify it as dangerous and warn the others about it.

The timeline information is accepted. There's not much they can do. They're in an alternate universe? Ok. Well, first things first, don't die from rescas. It's not until later that the information is DIGESTED. This would be during any downtime they have while going through Black Mesa (think how the HLVRAI crew took the occasional nap) and then when they enter the domestic arc. For the most part, everyone thinks that they've somehow JUMPED universes, not that their universe and another have collided together. I guess this could be considered a "plot twist" and if I was writing a comic (comic ver 2.5!) there would be a somber moment where everyone who cares realizes that THIS is there home now. it's familiar and unfamiliar. they know it but they don't. No one is devastated, but it's a very aimless feeling. Characters like Freerun, Gorgeous, Freecat, and Freemercy are "emotionally detached"   from their timelines, so their reactions range from not caring to easily adjusting.

3. who wants to go home and is that an overall goal?

I think Martini, Freemind, and Cicero would all want to go home, Martini more urgently since he has Joshie. No one really understands the depth that Cicero wants to go home due to language barrier, but it is assumed. Freemind wants to go home moreso out of paranoia that being in a different universe was harmful to him on a molecular/quantum level (it's not) and that having multiple of him around is WEIRD and he wanted to go back to being the one-and-only while reveling in the fact he was cosmically significant enough to have parallel universes based on him.

Everyone makes the assumption that there is a home to return to. Their first goal is to survive the rescas. Once they get through that, they awkwardly all move in together (where else are they supposed to go?). This living situation is considered temporary... but.. it's not.

(malmo by mook is one of THE freemanverse songs no i do not take criticism)

Their expectations are curbed quickly. At this point one of the gmen (likely mr.coolatta or gee-man) or tommy would just come out and say yeah there is no other (relevant) universe. it's just this one now. (the merging process is... difficult to explain so I'm not going  to try right now. maybe later..). Cicero wanted to go home because people understood them there and thats where all his friends were. but Molly and others (sugar man , corp) are here now, and his new friends are making the effort to break the language gap. Martini wanted his son and he got his son. Freemind has an actual group of people who care about and support him, something he's not used to having (and barmey is there too. giggles. grins.). No one is particularly upset at learning the prime timeline was now also THEIR timeline since their . liek. hierarchy of needs gets filled. it's like if your house burned down but it didnt ACTUALLY burn down, it just FEELS like it did, and then there was an exact copy in its place with miniscule (but noticeable) differences. like something changed and there's a feeling of loss but you actually haven't lost anything. it's sobering and might be upsetting for a little bit, but it's also familiar and comforting. its ok. they all have gained something now. f... family. found family . grins. smiles even.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

angst for pic 5 🙈

Another AU but this one is Brother's Best Friend and tbh real sad, sorry i cried writing it 😓 the girls that get it, get it.

You'd had a crush on Harry for as long as you could remember. Practically ever since he came into your life at the age of 14. He was 2 years older, like your brother, so you knew he didn't mind you in the slightest. You guys never really talked one-on-one until he came into your job one day and informed you that he now worked in a building just down the street and his coworkers had recommended he get his coffee from the shop you worked at. So you started to see a lot more of him, almost daily. At first you'd just talk about your brother and how he was hard at work at the law firm he had been hired at, but soon it started becoming more about yourselves and well, it definitely rekindled your crush on him.

You were still in university and well, he'd just entered the workforce and so you figured that maybe he could help you get a better job where he worked. You liked the coffee shop and your coworkers were fun, but you could really afford to get paid better since you planned on moving out of the dorms with your best friends, Natalie and Mandy, during the summer. Neither of you wanted to be holed up in the dorm for your final year of university. You were nervous to ask him, but of course, he was really cool about it and told you he'd ask around. Sure enough, there was an administrative assistant position open for the floor manager and you applied and interviewed as soon as possible. You'd done some secretarial work in the past and well your previous employers gave you glowing recommendations and you were hired.

Harry obviously sort of took you under his wing. He introduce you to his friends at work, and not as his best friend's little sister, by your name and telling them that you were his "good friend" which made you feel good. Like he was starting to take you seriously. And you guys even started bringing each other lunch, going out after work when you didn't have class whether it be with your work friends or with your friends... he would obviously flirt with you, but you tried not to let it get to your head because he flirted with everyone.

This went on for months and one day Harry was dropping you off at your flat and before you could get out of his car he just leaned in and kissed you. It caught you completely off guard and he apologized incessantly as he pulled away, but when you gathered your frazzled self you grabbed his face and kissed him back. You spent close to 15 minutes making out heatedly. You only stopped because the security guard came to tap on his window because the glass was all fogged up. You guys died laughing from embarrassment, but you didn't care, he had kissed you first and you had kissed him back...maybe he liked you like you liked him.

It had been 2 months since that night and you hadn't kissed again. He hadn't even made a move on you. You figured it had something to do with your brother or him feeling weird about having known you your whole life basically. But he still asked about your plans all the time, he came over to your flat to hang out with you and your friends, he'd still go out with you guys...and you just thought that maybe he just needed a bit of time to really solidify his feelings for you. You had told your best friends/roommates about the steamy kiss when it happened, so they knew that you were interested in him and they'd ask for updates, see how things were going and well, there hadn't been any progress from the usual stuff. When your friend Mandy suggested that you invite him to her birthday party to see if that would push him to make a move you decided to take her advice.

You had no idea why you were so nervous about asking him something so simple, but you were. Your palms were sweaty as you made your way over to his office with his coffee order from the shop down the street.

"Coffee's here!" you said to him as you peeked into his door and he glanced up from his computer screen and smiled at you.

"Life saver!" he hummed as you set the large paper cup on his desk, "You didn't have to get me the bigger one." he assured you.

"S'alright, the manager is still cool with me so she charges me for the mediums but "makes the wrong amount" and then gives me the larges." you explained to him and he chuckled.

"Well, in that case...keep that relationship going strong. I really needed this, m'knackered today." he said, "Went to this like midnight garden walk thing and I didn't know it was like a 4 hour thing." He chuckled as he took a drink of his coffee and your eyes widened.

"Oh, no way! Natalie went to that too! Well, she stayed over her friend's house though cause they lived close or something." you explained and Harry suddenly choked on his coffee. He started coughing loudly and reached for his water jug and chugged some down to clear the discomfort from his throat, "Are you OK?" you asked him and he nodded with watery eyes.

"Yeah it just went down the wrong pipe and it's hot so I just...nearly died." he coughed again, "Is there a giant hole where my esophagus is?" he asked you jokingly, craning his neck up and you chuckled.

"No. I think you'll live." you said and he smiled, "Oh so ummm, we're having a little birthday party for Mandy on Saturday night if you want to come?" you asked casually, feeling quite proud of yourself for your delivery.

"Oh really?" he asked and you nodded. He was acting a little strange, but you couldn't figure out what it was, he seemed a little nervous and it made you nervous to think that you might be making him nervous.

"Ummm, yeah."

"Well, yeah thanks for inviting me. Count me in." he said with a smile and you nodded.

"Cool. Starts at 7:30 and ends sometime the next morning." you said with a mischievous little glint in your eyes and he chuckled.

"Sounds like a fun time."

"Yeah. So ummm, yeah...I'll see you there. And are we still on for drinks with everyone tomorrow?"

"Oh, about that, I actually had something come up. Just a plan I had made before that I forgot about." he over explained and you looked at him oddly, "So ummm, I'm gonna have to skip out on that. Sorry., leaving you ride-less." he said and you shrugged.

"OK, that's alright. I'm sure someone else won't mind dropping me off at home." you assured him.

"Alright. See you Saturday then."

"Or later...for lunch?" you said and he chuckled.

"Right, right." he said and shook his head.

"Sleep deprivation is a bitch, I get it." you assured and he chuckled before you headed back to your desk.

For the next few days Harry continued acting flighty and nervous which you'd come to understand was quite unusual for him. It was kind of stressing you out and making you wonder what on earth was going on with him. You figured you'd be able to address it on Saturday when he was a bit more relaxed. And hopefully be able to address that tension that was brewing between you two.

On the day of the party you did yourself up just a bit more. Not enough to outshine Mandy, but just enough to feel more confident about yourself. And well, the three of you looked great! You took cute pictures with Mandy and Nat before guests started arriving and then tended to some last minute details before you'd head on up to the roof. They had made it into a little patio type of thing that you could reserve. It just made sense to be there because the weather had been really kind to you and you also wouldn't be bothering your neighbors with the music or noise. You literally kept your eyes peeled for Harry, who arrived about an hour after the party started.

"Look who I found!" Natalie said as she came up to you and Mandy with a bag of ice in her hands and Harry trailed behind her with his signature boy-ish smile, carrying another bag of ice.

"Hey!" Mandy greeted him first, "Thank you for coming!"

"Happy birthday!" he greeted her happily, "You look beautiful! Thanks for inviting me." he said happily and Mandy smiled.

"Awww thanks, Harry. And well love that you're here but ...I think that Y/N actually invited you, so....I'll take this." she said walking up to him and grabbing the bag of ice from him and glancing to Natalie, "We should go get these in the coolers, Nat." she said and Natalie glanced between you and Harry with a smile before following after Mandy. You were probably red in the face, you could feel that your ears were burning up...Mandy was not subtle by any means.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's alright." he chuckled as he looked away from you timidly for a moment and then meeting your eyes again, "You look beautiful too. You all do." he added in at the end and you chuckled. He was nervous again and it was stressing you out.

"What's going on with you lately?" you asked him and he looked at you completely perplexed.

"What do you mean?" he asked you and you sighed.

"You've just been acting really weird with me and I don't know if I did something wrong? Or maybe I did something right? Or maybe it's nothing to do with me. Maybe it's just a you thing...or-"

"No, it's not you, but I think we do need to talk about something." he said to you and your heart started pounding.

"Oh, OK....ummm, now?" you asked and he sighed.

"Ummm, do you want to talk about this now?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Your news, you decide." you said and he nodded.

"Right...ummm...we should probably find somewhere a little more private to talk." he suggested and you smiled and nodded. You both headed to the elevator and slipped inside silently. You stole a few glances of each other and then got off on your floor.

"Figure this is the most private it can get." you said as you pulled your keys from the pocket conveniently sewn into your dress and he smiled and nodded.

You felt tingly all over and your heart was pounding harder and harder as the anticipation built. You let him in first and he stepped inside and you followed, turning around and just locking the door out of habit, but when you turned around he was still waiting a few steps behind you. As your eyes met nervously for a few seconds you decided to just bite the bullet. You went up to him and grabbed his jaw and surged forward, eye fluttering closed as you connected your lips to his own. You felt his hands grab your face gently and he kissed you back once before he sighed.

"Wait, wait, wait." he mumbled against your mouth, "I actually do need to tell you something." he said and you sighed as you reared back to make enough space between you so that you could look into his eyes.

"Sorry..." you smiled softly with a bashful look in your eyes and he bit his lip for a moment, he looked nervous again. This was it. You were just anxious to hear him say the words...

"Don't be....you're a great kisser." he said nervously and you smiled as he shook his head, mentally beating himself up for even saying that. Yes, it was the truth, he really liked how you kissed, but that's not what he had wanted to tell you, "Umm...it's just that I uh...I've been seeing someone for a bit of time..." he explained and your smile faded immediately.

"Oh my god... and I just kissed you! And made you a cheater!" you groaned in embarrassment as you freed yourself from his hold and turned around feeling like an absolutely idiot.

"Hey, you didn't know!" he said, "That's why I wanted to tell you. Because...you obviously have feelings f-"

"You don't need to say it, Harry." you groaned, still refusing to look at him. You felt so embarrassed and stupid for assuming...for thinking that he could like you back. Just because you kissed before that didn't mean he liked you. How stupid and childish could you be.

"OK, but there's m-" he stopped talking when you turned around and rushed around him and down the hall to your bedroom, "Y/N!" he followed after you and you just rushed inside your room and closed the door, locking it promptly and exhaling shakily as you felt your tears start to blur your vision.

"I get it, Harry!" you said through the door when you heard him knock a few times.

"But I still need to-"

"I can't do this right now!" you groaned, trying to hide the sound of your voice cracking as your tears started to flow.

"Y/N, please, I just need another moment..."

"I can't." you said through the door, "It's fine. We're good." you assured him and he sighed, "Please just go. I need...some time to just...get over my mortification." you said through your tears. Quietly taking in a deep breath to hold in your impending sob.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said, "Do you want me to wait for you or-"

"No, no, no....just head on up. I'll be there in a few minutes." you assured and listened closely to hear him walk out of your flat.

As soon as you heard the front door close you broke down. Of course someone like him had someone already. You felt so fucking idiotic and ridiculous for thinking that you'd ever have a chance with him. As much as you wanted to just stay locked in here for the next 48 hours you couldn't do that to Mandy, you needed to power through. So you went into the kitchen and grabbed your hidden whiskey bottle and took two shots before making yourself a generously dosed mixed drink with the opened can of coca-cola Mandy had left on the counter earlier. You removed all of your make up, washed with cold water and quickly started to reapply it again. It was really insane to you how if you were pressed for time you could do your makeup perfectly in about 15 minutes, but if time weren't an issue you could take up to three hours if you wanted. You hadn't eaten, so the alcohol was getting to you and you just giggled before you felt like crying again and you groaned as you leaned forward and dabbed at your waterline a few times to soak up the tears. After taking one more shot you headed back upstairs. You were sufficiently tipsy and numb enough to not think about what had transpired minutes before. You had dodged Harry for the rest of the night and the more you drank with your friends the more you forgot. That's what you needed to do...forget.

*****

When you woke up the next morning in your bed, still in your party dress you felt icky. You thankfully weren't too hung over since you hadn't mixed your liquors, also a perk of being a young adult. But as you glanced to the side and saw the balled up tissues on your nightstand smeared with your eye make up you remembered why you had decided to go off the rails like that.

Your heart weighed heavily again with pain and the long-lasting sting of rejection. You thought of Harry...and how he had looked at you with so much pity. You hated that look he gave you, like you were a wounded animal. And well, you weren't angry at him...how could you be? If he didn't like you, he didn't like you. There was no crime in that. More than that, you felt guilty for just kissing him without even asking...now he'd probably have to tell his partner about it and they'd likely make him stay away from you and it would make everything awkward since you worked together now...of course you started to cry again. You needed a cuddle and big hug from your friends. You got yourself out of bed and got out of your dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt before you stepped out into the hall.

Nat was a light sleeper and never fussy in the mornings, so you'd go cry to her about this. You didn't even bother wiping your tears as you gave her two warning knocks and then twisted her door open.

"Nat, I majorly fucked up with Harry and I just-" you stopped talking abruptly when you saw Harry's body wrapped around Nat's. Your heart sank even further in your chest and you felt sick to your stomach. Natalie stirred and blinked her eyes open slowly but as soon as she registered it was you she shot straight up.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed in shock at you and you were just frozen there. In complete disbelief. She knew how you felt about Harry...you had told her and Mandy everything, even that you'd had a crush on him since your were 14. You felt betrayed...so awfully betrayed.

"I'm so sorry." you sighed through your tears. You had no idea why you were apologizing to her, but you were and you turned around and left swiftly. Closing her door behind you and exhaling shakily as more tears fell.

"Get up!" you heard her say to Harry.

"What is it?"

"You overslept! Y/N just came in here and saw you!"

"Fuck...my alarm didn't go off." he explained to her and you cried even harder. They were sneaking around you? How long had this been going on, "It's not even 6:30, yet!" he defended.

"This wouldn't be an issue if you had just told her last night like we agreed!" Natalie groaned in frustration.

"I tried, but she was just so upset and she felt so bad that I just...I didn't want to ruin her night." Harry said and you shook your head and hurried back to your room, slamming the door loudly and locking it behind you, so they'd know that you had heard all of that.

You dropped yourself back onto your bed and didn't bother to muffle your sobs as you hugged your pillow to your chest. No wonder he kept coming around...no wonder he always said yes to plans with your friends...he had gone with Nat to the midnight garden thing, he had bailed on your plans with your work friends to be with her. You felt so fucking stupid for thinking that he'd ever see you as more than just his friend's kid sister. And as you sobbed in bed you wondered why you were always the one alone? Why the people you liked never like you? Why were you never first choice? And when would it finally be your turn to be happy?

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[callivich]

calli my beloved, i am on my hands and knees asking if you have any additional musings on that brothel au. please i am starving. a crumb, i beg 😔🤲🏻

Ray! 😍🥰💖 I do have lots of long-winded thoughts (when don’t I? 😅) so here are some ramblings….

Version 1

Ian’s new to the job and he’s liking it so far. He has a nice little reception area behind a screen and he can play on his phone using the brothel wifi when there’s no customers. He deals with the customers, or ‘clients’, but has rarely seen the ‘employees’. His boss is rarely around. It’s a nice, clean place which Ian really wasn’t expecting. It’s not luxurious or upmarket but it’s definitely not a terrible place.

Ian is having a tough time. He wants a relationship but he feels a bit naive/embarrassed about all that stuff because he’s inexperienced/has no experience. He spent a lot of his teenage years dealing with his diagnosis and he feels he’s missed out now in his early twenties.

He goes on Grindr and tries to hookup but he has a bad experience with a guy who makes fun of his lack of experience. It puts him off and so he’s staying away from that for the time being.

The brothel has a book with information and pictures of all of the employees. Ian has looked at it and was instantly attracted to Mickey (there’s info about him and what he will/won’t do and a very attractive pic of his face). But he hasn’t met him yet.

It’s a bit of a meet ugly situation at first when Ian accidentally books a client when Mickey already has a booking. So he gets an annoyed Mickey stomping downstairs in the ugliest robe Ian’s ever seen, asking Ian “what the fuck do you think you’re doing double booking? I don’t do spit-roasts, dumbass”.

Ian is a little bit scared but a lot turned on. He promises not to get the bookings wrong again.

He thinks he won’t see Mickey again but Mickey appears the next shift when he’s got no bookings. He sort of interrogates Ian in a joking way and they begin to have regular chats - Mickey in his robe that is barely tied properly, always sitting a little too close and smelling a little too delicious.

Ian shares and/or Mickey kinda guesses Ian’s inexperience. Mickey says that anytime Ian wants to try anything out or learn something, Mickey will teach him. Ian thinks Mickey is joking but he’s not.

He thanks Mickey for the offer but says no thanks.

Then the bathroom on the main floor breaks and his boss tells him he can go upstairs to use the employee bathroom. Which is nicer - completely enclosed cubicles rather than stalls and much cleaner than the downstairs one. Ian discovers by accident that one of the cubicles has a vent and when he presses his ear against it, he can hear everything in Mickey’s room.

He eavesdrops on a session and gets incredibly turned on. But feels guilty for eavesdropping. He promises himself he’ll never do it again but then Mickey gets a client who also has the name Ian.

Ian can’t help it, he has to listen in - just to overhear Mickey moaning the name ‘Ian’. Even if it’s not about him. He jerks off but then when he exits the bathroom, he runs into Mickey who notices Ian’s flushed appearance. Later on, he figures out about the vent and is very amused.

Thinking Ian might come back and listen again, Mickey starts to call all his clients Ian. “That’s not my name-” “fuck you, you’ll answer to what I call you!”

Mickey confronts Ian and tells him he knows he’s been listening in. He offers Ian a session for free again.

Ian takes him up on the offer and they have a lot of fun, even if it is a bit awkward at times. They have more and more sessions, Mickey teaching Ian everything he wants to know and letting him try out what he wants.

They both like each other but Ian thinks Mickey is just being kind to him and Mickey thinks Ian is too good for him. Lots of miscommunication until one of them reveals they are falling in love…..

Version 2

Basically the same as version 1 but Ian is seeing someone. They haven’t done anything physical because Ian is nervous. Mickey says he’ll help him practice whatever he wants.

The guy Ian is seeing pressures him a bit (he’s kinda a villain) but Ian doesn’t exactly pick up on this being bad for awhile.

Some kind of dramatic moment where the guy finds out Ian’s been practicing stuff with Mickey and he gets angry, calls Mickey a whore. Ian gets angry in turn, realises he loves Mickey and defends him. Tells the guy to fuck off.

Cue romantic passionate kissing and revelations of love.

Version 3

Ian is trying to be celibate because he keeps hooking up with the worst guys. Working in a brothel is probably not the best environment but he rarely sees the employees.

Mickey is instantly attracted to Ian and likes teasing/flirting with him. Ian flirts back (and struggles not to get turned on) but makes it known he’s not hooking up with anyone at the moment.

Mickey backs off ~respectfully~ (or as respectfully as Mickey can 😅) but still spends his breaks talking to Ian.

Slow burn, lots of long conversations where they open up to each other. They are clearly falling in love but neither want to admit it.

Ian realises he’s getting very jealous of Mickey’s clients and decides to quit and get a different job. But he can’t stop thinking about Mickey. He realises he loves him. But what should he do about it?

Mickey checks his bookings: 2pm - Clay. He doesn’t recognise the name, it’s a new guy. Mickey opens the door and is shocked to find Ian standing there, holding a bunch of flowers and asking if Mickey wants to go on a date.

Basically I have a lot of thoughts about brothel AUs 😅 I would love to write some of these but I can’t write smut and these sorts of AUs need smut.

[puppetmaster13u]

Even more Meat Marionettes

So with them drinking Lazarus water in their second bodies I am debating on their flesh, like the insides of their mouths and such being a bright lazarus green. Maybe their blood glows green under a blacklight.

Honestly Bruce is definitely the first to get a body, and I feel like these three depictions of his, Kate's, and Alfred's are later ones and that the first ones have more exposed muscle and flesh, at least right after they emerge from the Hive. It's about that time that if they really want things changed about the bodies that they do so. I like to think that Bruce dipped his claws in metal but later found that said claws were now actually made of said metal after about a week or so. Which is also when they probably realize that the bodies are evolving as they control them.

Alfred probably had a body next, just never went down in the Hive so it was in stasis within the deeper caves for a very long time. Which I feel like they do eventually make walkways of sorts to the deeper tunnels after several of the kids get the call down or suddenly waking up in a completely new form. His I feel has more gnarled looking spikes and claws because it's been un-used for so long. Not to mention that he's up right above the tunnels for quite a bit longer than the rest of the batfam seeing as he's not going out as an active vigilante.

I feel like Kate's body is still more fleshy colored for longer because she spends so much time in Bludhaven. The tunnels do reach the sister city, but they're shallower, newer and not as ancient as the depths below Gotham. Eventually if becomes so in line with the rising mythology about her that the red and fleshy-colored patterns stay. Also kind of random but Kate knows how to use guns seeing as she's military trained. So imagine if a 10'+ monstrosity that was already kicking your ass suddenly picked up your gun lmao

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For those not familiar to the Au, it's pretty much a combination of my What's Outside au and @phoenixcatch7's Possessed Doll au. Go check their wonderful AU out, do it, it deserves so much love <3

[bellamyblake]

Bellarke headcanon written for 'What's that Bellarke AU Wednesday' on Twitter, organized by @ bellarkehub (inspired, from the pics above)

After all these years of secretly dating his sister's best friend and everything they've been through in their lives-Clarke losing her dad, O and him burying Aurora, him joining the Army and coming back home in pieces, there's one thing that never ever failed to make Bellamy laugh and that was his sister and Clarke dancing and jumping around to any Taylor Swift song;

When he watches them now, all those years later, sitting in his wheelchair with one leg cut off and his hearing a bit off (his left side had basically lost about sixty percent of it and on bad days he couldn't hear Clarke calling out to him) his heart squirms in his chest and he remembers how they used to jump around and dance in O's room as teenagers, how they yelled loudly and annoyed him on the way to or from school, how they woke him up in the middle of the night as a prank screaming "Reputation" in his ear as he pretended he hated it (in truth, he didn't).

Clarke, who somehow fell in love with him all over again when he came back home broken and in pieces, with a prosthetic on his leg and a half functioning body, called him out on it when she came into his shack and found him listening to Evermore on repeat while sawdusting beams or working on making them new kitchen chairs and fix the old dining table;

Carpentry was theraupeutic and helped his hands and heart return back to normal, the music spoke to him and calmed him down.

He wasn't ashamed when she caught him, he didn't want to hide, he enjoyed Taylor Swift and he was too tired of the world judging him.

So when Clarke came over and wrapped her arms around his still strong and bulky body from behind, rubbing her hand over his chest and whispering in his ear that there was a raffle at the vet center where you could win tickets for the Eras tour, he laughed-he had never won anything in life it wasn't going to start happening now but Clarke still entered them when they went there for his monthly check up and medication update and he honestly forgot about it.

He has lost any sort of believe that his luck was going to turn upside down at the age of seven, if not before that.

That was until a month later, on a particularly bad day when his legs really hurt and he couldn't get out of bed, she burst in the bedroom screaming they won the raffle, waving three tickets in her hand screaming so loudly, he thought she was hurt at first. She had been making sure he was fine in the past few days since he couldn't get out of bed and today he had finally convinced her to go out. She got a call while she was grabbing ice cream with his sister.

He laughed and refused to believe it until it actually happened. They were up close to the stage in the few vet reserved rows and he had the time of his life, he even got a bunch of those beadsy bracelets and screamed from the top of his lungs with Clarke and his sister.

He was drunk on happiness after, that was before he got actually drunk and they kept replaying the songs on the way back in the truck. He leaned over the window and sang along, feeling wild and free like he's never been.

It was the happiest he's been in years and he didn't care that a month later his friends still replayed ridiculous videos of him singing Taylor Swift on the way home.

He smiled with them and rest his chin above Clarke's head as his hand fell to her stomach where only he and her knew there'd soon be a baby bump there for them to talk to and watch grow.

They were happy and together, Taylor Swift was blasting from the laptop Miller brought over for the party tonight, he still had his silly bracelets on and he didn't care who said what about it-life was good and he was going to keep listening to Evermore in his shack, though now, he'd be moving onto his next project-building a crib.

[the-iceni-bitch]

You Know I Don’t Mind

Kinkmas Day 13: Aftercare

Relationship: Ari Levinson x fem!reader (gorgeous and the sex god (pre-Ransom and Jake) NLLYL AU)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Ari just loves taking care of you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (cream pie, fingering, sexy touching) established relationship, feelings, fluff, kinda dom/sub dynamics, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Listen, it wasn’t exactly restful aftercare, but it’s Ari the sex god. Also, goddamn they are all in love, and every time I think about her and Ari or Jake and Ran and when I’m gonna have to break them up it breaks my heart a little bit. I just have to keep reminding myself they all end up where they need to be, but still 😭 (also, I know the pic in the moodboard isn’t as inclusive as I’d like, but the size difference and the pose screamed “Ari” and I couldn’t help myself)

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Ari let out a final, prolonged groan as his hips jerked against your ass, collapsing on top of you and burying his face in your neck after he finished pumping you full of his cum.

“You’re suffocating me.” You grinned crookedly at him when he pushed your hair aside and kissed your cheek with an affectionate growl before rolling off you. “I think you gave me a concussion.”

“I will not apologize for my enthusiasm, but I’m sorry about your head.” Ari beamed at you and rolled onto his side. “Does it still hurt? Is there a bump?”

“I don’t think so, but I can’t really check.” You just breathed deeply as you gazed back at him. “My body is a little immobile right now.”

Your first three day weekend together and you weren’t sure why you were surprised at the fact that he had spent the first eight hours fucking you all over his penthouse, not when he had practically stood over you to make sure you actually submitted your request for the time off. It had been the absolute right decision, the way his eyes had drank you in when you arrived before wrapping you in his arms and kissing you hungrily something that would stick in your brain for a while. He hadn’t let your feet touch the floor since you’d stepped off the elevator, fingering you on the accent table in his foyer then eating you out on his kitchen counter then petting your cunt while he held you up against the wall before he finally took you to the bedrooms almost literally drove your skull through the headboard.

Ari was more than a little enamored with you, and finally getting the chance to spoil you like he knew you deserved made his chest all warm. He just wanted to care for you and hold you and cover your entire body with kisses for the entire time he had you all to himself, practically addicted to the way your body reacted to him when he paid any sort of attention to that perfect, pretty pussy. Though he did feel bad about almost fucking you through his bedroom wall.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ve got you.” Ari scooped you into his arms and purred when you nuzzled into his chest, kissing the top of your head and carrying you to the bathroom. “Gonna get you all cleaned up before dinner gets here.”

“You ordered in?” You batted your eyelashes and kissed his shoulder when he set you on the counter, sighing when he disconnected from you to turn on the water for the bath before he was back and ducking to nibble on your ear. “Thought you were gonna cook for me. Show me the domestic side of the sex god.”

“That’s for tomorrow.” Ari kissed one of the bruises his teeth had left on your neck, his hands gentle as they slid around your waist and pulled you closer. “Wanna spend tonight worshiping every inch of you.”

“You’re… mmm, Ari.” You moaned when he brushed his lips over your throat and growled affectionately, spreading your legs around his hips when you felt his warm palms rubbing and squeezing your ass. “You’re gonna spoil me. How does dinner figure into your plans?”

“Well…” he drew his face back to yours and smiled warmly as he brushed his nose against yours. “I was kinda thinking it’d be nice to let you keep my cock warm and wet while I feed you oysters before dripping fondue all over you and licking it off.”

“God, I’m not gonna be able to walk out of here, Levinson.” You chuckled and wound your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your bottom lip. “Was that your plan?”

“Maybe.” Ari gave you a quick peck then leaned back to turn off the water. “You do make it very hard to let you go.”

“Look at you being all sweet on me.” You squeaked when he lifted you again, scrunching up your face when he pressed kisses all over you and started to climb into the tub. “Gonna ruin your intangible sex god reputation.”

“Yeah, until you ask me to fuck you as loud as possible in the front seat again… shit!” Ari hissed and dropped you when the hot water hit the backs of his thighs, unable to stop himself from guffawing when you spluttered and splashed water everywhere, leaning forward and holding your face in his hands while you shook with mirth. “I’m so fucking sorry, I forgot that you scratched the shit out of me.”

“It’s okay, my ass was bruised already. Turn around.” You beamed at him when he did, rubbing your hands and warm water all over his thighs and ass and back while he slowly sank into the tub. “Big baby.”

“Shut up.” Ari was grinning when he turned back to you, pulling you into his lap and starting to lather up his hands while he pressed his cheek to your temple. “I’m taking care of you this weekend, remember?”

All you could do was hum in agreement when he started rubbing the body wash into your shoulders, slowly working his way down your arms one at a time as he murmured soft endearments against your skin. He was thorough, pushing you forward just enough to massage the lather over every inch of your back before pulling you against his chest again and raising your arms so he could clean your sides. The way you sighed as his thumbs softly grazed the swells of your breasts made him twitch, even though you grumbled when he moved on to soaping up your stomach without paying any attention to your nipples.

Ari didn’t bother touching you between your legs either, ignoring your small wiggle when he tucked a hand under your knee and pulled it above the water so he could get it clean. Even if you were frustrated, the stretch was amazing, whining at the way his thumbs dug into your calf before his touch slid up to your thigh. You arched your back and let your eyes flutter closed as he kept moving higher, your breathing growing deeper when his fingers rubbed into the crease of your hip for a few extra seconds then making you huff as he moved onto the other leg and left you hanging.

“Quit teasing.” You pouted when he kissed your cheek and chuckled, his palm rubbing your heel as he avoided your petulant gaze. “Ari…”

“Hush.” Ari let out a soothing rumble when he felt you ramping up to whine again, inching his caress further and further up your thigh and subtly rolling his hips so you could feel him getting hard. “Such a needy little thing. I told you I’d take care of you.”

You gasped when his hands glided up your body until he was cupping your breasts, melting into him as he kneaded your curves gently and nuzzled at your cheek. He made sure to enjoy every inch of your pretty tits, circling the soft slopes with his thumbs then dragging his fingers along the undersides of them to make them jiggle before he finally pinched your nipples. Ari loved the way you whimpered and panted while he played with you, pulling on them and rolling them between his fingers until they were raised and sensitive for him.

“Such a gorgeous girl.” Ari plucked at your nipples once more before squeezing your breasts again while he groaned in your ear, his cock twitching below the water while you rolled your body against his. “Should I clean you everywhere, lovely thing? Make sure that sweet pussy is nice and pretty and shiny before I make it messy again?”

“Yes.” You were breathless when he slid a hand below the water and his fingers found your clit, so close already from having him touch you everywhere that you were on the edge. “Please.”

“So polite.” The hand that wasn’t pressing into your swollen bundle of nerves was suddenly curled around your throat, tilting your head back so he could suck on your lips and swallow your soft noises. “If you want to be really clean, you’ve gotta push out that mess I fucked into you. Do it for me, c’mon gorgeous.”

The way he was circling your clit was abruptly overwhelming, your jaw dropping open in a silent cry while your body shook and your cunt clenched around nothing. You were vaguely aware of the pressure pushing Ari’s cum and your own release out of your pussy, breathing heavily and gazing into Ari’s eyes while he slotted his cock along the crease of your ass and ground it into you when he came at the same time.

“I feel like cumming in the bath water defeats the purpose.” You beamed when he chuckled at that before he kissed the tip of your nose, letting go of your throat so you could return your head to a normal position and rest on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, it sinks.” Ari pressed his lips to your temple and wound his arms around your waist. “Just can’t help myself with you, might be a little in love with you, sweetheart.”

[amor1st03]

Flowers | Seo Changbin

Seo Changbin x fem!reader

office au, colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, secret admirer sorta stuff

warnings: some swearing, a few suggestive remarks, bit of alcohol use but not main two love interests, that's it I believe, as always lmk if I missed anything

word count: 5.1k

in which: someone leaves flowers and notes at your desk, you're not sure who it is but there is one guy you're hoping it to be

a/n: based specifically on this cute flower almanac thing I found, I'll put a pic below. This is pretty much just me trying to daydream and romaticise my shitty 9-5 tbh, anyway, enjoy!

Skz masterlist

You were certain you were the only person in the world who actually liked Mondays. You were shocked, at first, when you found yourself actually looking forward to getting up and going to work. It was, after all, just a regular office job. What could ever make this exciting? You always used to ask yourself.

But that all changed the day the flowers started appearing.

Every Monday morning, when you got to your desk, you found some sort of flower laying on your desk. Sometimes it was a rose, sometimes a tulip, other times a carnation. But it was always accompanied by a post-it note with words of motivation or a compliment. The notes continued throughout the week, always leaving a smile on your face, the words written with such precision to try and make it harder for you to find out who exactly was leaving them.

This Monday morning was no different as you picked up the lily that was placed on your desk, reading the note that was beside it. 'You're not here at the time I'm writing this note, but I already know you look pretty today, you always do.' You couldn't help but smile at the note as you felt your cheeks warm slightly at the words of affection.

"Another flower from mystery loverboy?" Felix asked as he sat down at his desk beside you. "What's it say today?" You handed him the note, not even looking at him as you twirled the flower in your hand.

"God, that's so cute but nauseating at the same time," Felix said after reading the post-it, handing it back to you. "Who do you think it is? Seungmin? Minho from IT maybe?"

"I'm not sure. I'm hoping one day they'll say something that will give me a hint as to who they are."

"It doesn't really matter who they are, though, I know who you want it to be. Ch-"

"Shut up."

"Cha-"

"Felix, don't you dare say it."

"Changbin."

"Felix, be quiet, he might hear you." You slyly turned your head to look at Changbin who was sitting only a few desks down from yours. You were pleased to see he was too busy typing away on his keyboard to overhear your conversation with Felix.

"Just give it up already, Y/N, and tell him how you feel."

"No way, not gonna happen."

"Please, you're not the one who hears him talk about just how great you are. 'Y/N's so good at her job, Y/N's always so lovely' blah blah blah. It's obvious your feelings are reciprocated."

"He's just being nice but that doesn't mean he feels the same way, will you just drop it?" Felix rolled his eyes but turned to look at his computer screen before you continued. "I'm gonna make myself a cup of tea, do you want anything?"

"I'm good, thanks." He sighed, still frustrated about the fact that you wouldn't just come right out and tell Changbin that you've thought about him every day since your first day at the office.

You still remembered the soft smile he gave you as he introduced himself and the way it warmed your heart. 

"It's really nice to meet you, Y/N." The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded like music. That was the first time you had ever thought your own name was beautiful.

You headed to the office kitchen, got a cup, and made yourself a drink. Your mind drifted off to Changbin again. 

"Hi," A familiar voice said behind you. You jumped a little, turning around to see the very man you were daydreaming about. "Woah, sorry, didn't mean to startle you, Y/N." There it was again, your name slipping from his mouth ever so beautifully. It felt like a cool breeze on a warm day, relaxing you. 

"Oh, hi, Changbin, sorry, I was away with my own thoughts for a moment there." You laughed awkwardly.

"It's alright. I do it all the time, sitting at my desk and staring at the screen. I swear half the work I get done I don't even remember doing."

"Honestly, I'm the exact same, the only thing that keeps me from my daydreams is Felix. I love the guy but he never stops talking."

"Well, he keeps things interesting."

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the day he runs out of things to say."

"I don't think that's possible."

"You two can stop talking about me now," Felix's voice interrupted your conversation from the entrance of the kitchen as he walked into the room.

"I do not talk too much, you're just boring, Y/N." 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why are you in here, I thought you didn't want a drink?"

"I don't you were just taking forever so I came to make sure you didn't get lost."

"Felix, I've worked here for 2 years, I can't get lost."

"Can too. You're a bit dumb sometimes."

"Rude."

"But anyways, I see you're not lost, just busy talking. I'll leave you two to flirt." He turned on his heel as Changbin blushed at his words.

"We, uh, we weren't-"

"Felix, we weren't flirting!"

"Sure, and I'm the King of England. Keep it PG, we're in an office, any poor soul could walk in on you too."

"I hate him," You said to Changbin.

"He's really got no filter whatsoever, huh?"

"He's absolutely insane."

"Anyway, moving on..." Changbin tried to break the tension between the two of you. "Are you excited about the work party on Friday?"

"About the booze, yes, about the social interaction, no."

"It's fine, we could probably find some room to hide out in together. We'll keep that from Felix, of course, God knows what rumours he'll spread."

"Yes, that would be wise." You nodded in agreement. "Well, I'll leave you to it then, better get back to my desk."

"Yeah, stop Felix from talking Jeongin's ear off." You both laughed lightly.

"Yeah, I'll see you 'round." You moved away from him, not really wanting to leave. You wanted to stay with him and just talk forever but work called. With one last smile, you left the kitchen.

***

"Well, 5 o'clock, I'm off. You wanna walk out together?" Felix asked, signing off from his computer.

"No, I need to work over to get this done."

"Okay, well don't overwork yourself, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, see you later."

This was your usual routine, most of the days you ended up staying later than you probably should do, trying to finish projects and documents, trying to meet deadlines. Besides, it gave you more over time and put you in the manager's good books. Changbin had a similar routine, he would stay and the two of you would end up walking to your cars together. 

Today was no different. After about an hour you logged off and began packing your bag.

"Are you staying any longer?" You asked the man sitting a few desks down.

"No, I think I'm done for the day. Wanna walk out together?" He always seemed to finish just as you did. His timing was perfect.

"Always." You finished packing up, not forgetting to place the note in your bag, and picked up the flower. You both left the office together, walking to the car park, enjoying each other's company. You twirled the flower in hand, looking at the man beside you. How desperately you wished it was from him. 

"You still haven't figured out who's leaving them then?" Changbin asked you. When they first started appearing, it was the talk of the office. Everyone was trying to figure out who left them. After a few weeks, people grew bored. Now only you and Felix pondered on who it could possibly be.

"Nope. I'm honestly no closer than I was on day one. I should probably come in early one day but I don't really wanna catch him in the act and startle him or something, you know? I'm kinda hoping he'll come forward and tell me himself." Changbin nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I get that. Is there someone you hope it is?" 

"Hmmm, not telling."

"Well, I'm taking your silence as a yes."

"Hey!" He chuckled a little at your outburst.

"I'm sure you'll find him eventually."

"Yeah, I hope so." Did he feel the tension in the air the way you did? You weren't sure. But your heart felt a little heavier after his questioning. How could it be him when he seemed so genuine in his questioning?

"What do you do with all the flowers and the post-its anyway?"

"It probably sounds really cringy but I keep them. I press the flowers using books, I used to love doing that as a kid and now it comes in handy. I keep most of the post-its in a little box but the ones that are particularly sweet or motivating I stick around my room. It's nice to wake up and see them and know that no matter what somebody sees me and cares. I don't know that probably sounds really stupid and overly sentimental."

"No, I think it's really nice."

"Tell that to Felix. He never stops teasing me for it. He thinks I should just interrogate everyone in the office until someone confesses."

"Well, it's not a bad idea."

"Don't agree with him. He's become a bad influence on you." You had reached your car now. You wished you had parked further down. 

"Welp, here's my car."

"Yeah, I'm parked a few spots down. So I'll get off. See you tomorrow, then."

"See you tomorrow, Binnie." He smiled at the nickname.

***

Friday finally rolled around and the night of the work party. You were at home now after a long day at work, getting ready. You looked at the post-it notes stuck to your wall. Reading the note from Monday, you smiled to yourself. 

Your manager had booked a ballroom at some fancy hotel that wasn't too far from your apartment so you decided you'd walk there and get a taxi home. You slipped on your heels, looking in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked alright. Putting on your cardigan and grabbing your purse, you left your apartment and made your way to the party. 

Once you were there you found Felix sitting at a table. 

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi. Wow, you look so good!"

"Thanks, Lix," You said, sitting down next to him. You looked at him, noting how flushed his cheeks were.

"Do you wanna dance? We should dance right now."

"Are you drunk already?"

"No. Okay, maybe just like the tiniest bit."

"How?! The party has only just begun."

"Well, I got here early so I sat at the bar and had some pre-drinks. And I may have also had a few pre-pre-drinks while getting ready. Okay, fine I'm drunk, but so what? Isn't that what these things are for?"

"I'm pretty sure these things are for celebrating the work of our company." You laughed a little.

"Pffft whatever spoilsport, just go get yourself a drink."

"In a bit. I don't want one right now." The music faded as you turned to the small stage at one end of the room. The manager had a microphone in hand and began to speak, thanking everyone for their hard work and talking about how well the company was doing. It wasn't much different from his usual speeches so your mind couldn't help but drift away. You turned to look around the room, searching for one person in particular in the crowd. You found Changbin sat only a few tables down, noticing how he was already looking in your direction. You both quickly turned your heads away, feeling flustered. The speech concluded and the music started playing again, so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Food and drinks were passed around as people began to dance. You quickly grew bored of the scene and you were not particularly in the mood to drink (couldn't be me).

"Hey, I'm gonna go dance with Hyunjin, you go talk to Changbin, he's been checking you out all evening." You felt your cheeks grow hot from his words.

You watched your friend leave the table and make his way to the dance floor. You thought back to his words, looking around again for Changbin. He was standing, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, watching everyone on the dance floors. You felt a sudden burst of confidence as you made your way over to him. He turned his head to look at you as you approached, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Hi," You shouted over the music.

"Hi. You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N."

"Thanks. You looked handsome too. I love a man in a suit." He blushed at your words.

"Thanks. So, uh, not drinking tonight?"

"Nope, not in the mood. What about you?" You asked as you leaned on the wall beside him.

"Not drinking. I can't, I'm driving."

"Ah, I see." The two of you stayed in a comfortable silence for a little while, just watching the rest of your colleagues enjoying their night. Changbin turned to you, breaking the silence.

"The speech is done, that's the important part so do you, maybe, wanna get out of here?"

"Absolutely." With a smile on his face, he led you out of the hotel and to his car. 

"Where are we going?" You asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

"It's a surprise."

"You're not about to take me somewhere really secluded and scary to murder me are you?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"No. Just trust me, alright?"

"I'm only joking. I do trust you." 

The drive wasn't long but it was peaceful. The soft hum of the radio, the flashing city lights passing you by. Changbin parked up on a quiet street across from a small park.

"Secluded and scary. Oh god, I was right wasn't I?" He rolled his eyes playfully at your words. As you stepped out of the car, the cold breeze hit you. You began shivering as Changbin walked around the car to stand by your side.

"Hey, are you cold?"

"A little but I'll be alright."

"Here, take my jacket."

"No, then you'll be cold. I have my cardigan, I'll be fine."

"That thin cardigan clearly isn't helping. Here." He slipped off his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders. "Come on." The jacket was warm, but when he took your hand, you felt a chill run up your spine. Without another word, he guided you to the park. Still hand-in-hand, the two of you walked along the dimly lit path. If you had been here alone, with nothing but the wailing wind keeping you company, you would have been scared. But with Changbin beside you, you felt at ease.

"So, where exactly are we going?"

"You'll see, we're almost there."

As you continued to walk, you looked around the park. There was a small playground with swings and a slide and a see-saw. The two swings were gently swinging in sync, in the breeze, much like your intertwined hands. The leaves of the trees that lined the path rustled, making music for the grass to dance to in the wind. The stars in the sky above twinkled down as if they were looking at the two of you. For a moment you were certain that outside of the park the rest of the world had stopped. It was just the two of you.

"Here we are," Changbin said as you neared a rather large greenhouse. He opened the door and held it for you as you thanked him and walked inside. He followed you in and flicked a switch, turning on small fairy lights that lit up the place. The moonlight still streamed in through the glass roof, allowing more light. The greenhouse was bursting with colour from all the flowers. 

You walked around the place, fingers dancing from flower to flower, delicately touching the soft petals.

"It's beautiful," You said as Changbin came to stand next to you. The moonlight lit up his feature well, you were certain he was what people envisioned when they told stories of great and handsome gods. His skin looked softer than the petals of any of the flowers in the greenhouse, you longed to reach out and stroke his cheek, kiss it, anything. 

You turned to watch his hands as he picked up a small pair of shears and reached out, cutting a flower off.

"What're you doing? You can't just take a flower!"

"Relax, I know the gardener here. She's this lovely, little old woman called Mrs. Kang. When I was in high school I used to come to this park all the time and, well, you know what rowdy teenage boys are like. I was a stupid kid and did stupid stuff. I once got caught vandalising one of the walls in the park and they said I had to pay back the damages by working here. At first, I hated it but Mrs. Kang was really sweet and even after I had paid it off I continued to come here every Sunday to help out. I still do, even if it's just to chat with her. I tell her everything, I talk about my family, my job, you." As the words left his lips, your head whipped up to look at him. His eyes met yours.

"You've told her about me?" You asked quietly.

"Yes, of course, I have." 

"Why?" You asked. He handed you the flower, a red tulip.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" You stayed silent. "You know, at home, I have this old book of flowers and their meanings that Mrs. Kang gave me. In it, it says a red tulip can symbolise a declaration of love."

"It's you. You've been leaving the flowers and the notes for me."

"Yes. I was a coward at first, I couldn't admit to you my feelings. It was Mrs. Kang that suggested that I start leaving the flowers, build my confidence then confess. So, every Sunday, when I came here, I would pick a flower for you, ready for Monday. Honestly, I would have continued just leaving you the flowers and the notes but I decided it was time to tell you last Monday when you told me you wanted whoever it was that was leaving the flowers to come forward and tell you, rather than you having to figure it out. And, here we are."

"I can't believe it's you."

"I have no idea if you feel anything for me at all, but it was time I confessed. I'm sorry if you don't feel the same. If you want to forget this ever happened, we can. I'll stop sending the flowers, I'll leave you alone, it's alright."

"Changbin, I always wanted it to be you." He looked at you in shock for a moment, processing your words before a big smile appeared on his face.

"Really?"

"Always. I'm surprised you haven't heard Felix teasing me about you, he isn't very subtle about it."

"I can't believe you feel the same." He took a step closer to you.

"You better believe it, you can't get rid of me now." You placed your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his own around your waist.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He smiled down at you before slowly leaning in. The anticipation of waiting for his lips to meet yours nearly killed you but, when they finally did, you knew it had been worth the wait. You'd wait forever and a day for him. Your lips fit so perfectly together, the way your hands had done before. The feeling in your stomach couldn't be described as just butterflies or fireworks, it felt more like a flood. A great flood of love and desire and yearning. 

As you pulled away from him, your hand moved up to his cheek. His skin was soft, just like you knew it would be. You looked at him and thought, yes, the universe or god or mother nature or whatever else could possibly be out there took their time making him.

"I'll drive you home," He whispered but made no move to pull away any further.

***

When you had finally made it back to the car, your lips were swollen from stolen kisses and your hand warm from where it was interlocked with his. The drive home was possibly even more peaceful than the one to the park. His hand rested on your thigh for the majority of it and you had to keep reminding him to keep his eyes on the road. But the gentle smile he sent your way every time he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.

He parked up, outside your apartment building, walking you to your room. When you reached your front door you turned to look at him again, pulling him into an embrace. The two of you stayed like that, gently swaying. 

"I don't want to let you go," He whispered.

"Don't. Stay over."

"You sure?"

"Of course." You unlocked your front door before going to fetch him some clothes. You found an oversized shirt and sweatpants that were baggy on you, hoping they would fit him. You showed him to the bathroom, allowing him to get changed while you went to your own room and got changed yourself. When you opened the door of your room you found him standing in the living room waiting for you. The clothes fit him perfectly and there was something so natural about him being here. 

"Come on, let's get some sleep," You told him and with a smile, he walked into your room. You switched on the lamp on your bedside cabinet before pulling back your covers, ready to get in. He glanced around, noticing his notes on the walls.

"You're really obsessed with me, huh?" He teased as you.

"Says the perv leaving me messages in secret."

"Shush, you know you love me."

"I do love you."

"Well, it's a good thing I love you too." And with that, you took his hand, pulling him to your bed, switching off the lamp. You both snuggled up, your head leaning against his shoulder while his hand had a gentle but firm grip on your waist. Your hand came to rest on his chest, above his heart where you could feel it racing.

"You're heart's racing."

"Do you really blame me? The girl of my dreams has just told me that she loves me too and now we're cuddling together in her bed."

"You dream of me, do you?" You teased. Changbin was glad your room was dark so you couldn't see the way his cheeks flushed.

"Shut up." You both laughed. Taking his hand, you placed it above your own heart.

"Mine's the same."

***

When Monday rolled around you were a little disappointed to see there was no flower at your desk this time. Of course, things were going to change but you were glad. Now you could hug him and kiss him and hold his hand. But still, the lack of a flower at your desk made your heart drop a little. Brushing it off you headed to the kitchen to make your usual cup of tea. 

As you stirred your tea, you felt a hand come to rest on your waist. You turned and smiled to see Changbin.

You had only seen him the other day. He ended up staying all of Saturday, the night after the confession, only leaving on Sunday because, true to his word, he went to see Mrs. Kang at the greenhouse.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome." His other hand came from behind his back, holding a cluster of flowers.

"Didn't think I'd forget did you?" You smiled brightly, taking them from him.

"What are these ones? What do they mean?"

"Apple blossoms. They mean 'I prefer you before all.'" Your smile somehow got even wider.

"You're so cheesy."

"I know," He stated, taking a step closer, placing his hands on the counter, either side of you. 

"Changbin, we're at work."

"I don't care." He smirked at you. You weren't going to argue, you didn't want to. Instead, you trailed your fingers up his chest, coming to play with his collar. The tension was heavy in the air and you couldn't bare it any longer so you pulled him towards you, kissing him.

"Oh shit, my eyes!" The two of you broke apart, turning to see Felix dramatically covering his eyes. "Are you done? Please tell me you're done."

"Piss off, Felix," You both said in unison.

"How about you two piss off and get a room! This is a public place, I don't wanna walk in on you two making a baby one day!"

"You're so dramatic, it was just a kiss."

"Do I have to give you the boy talk? Kissing leads to other things and before you know it, boom! You've got a kid."

"I've already got a kid, you." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just keep the PDA to a minimum when I'm around."

"Leave, Felix."

"Okay, alright. before I go, Changbin, we're friends but if you even think about hurting her, don't forget, I know where you live." He went to walk away and you laughed a little, resting your forehead on Changbin's chest. "Oh, and use protection!" 

***

The entire day at work you couldn't stop yourself from glancing over at Changbin, only to find him already looking at you with a smile. The entire office knew about the two of you by the end of the day because you could not stop talking about each other. You didn't want to keep it a secret, you had kept secrets long enough.

"Welp, home time!" Felix said happily as he switched his computer off. "You staying again?"

"Yes."

"Oh, maybe I should stay, monitor you two." Felix eyed Changbin a couple of seats down.

"Oh my god, Felix," You whined.

"I'm only joking, have fun." He stood up and collected his things. "Not too much fun." He pointed a warning finger at you as you rolled your eyes but smiled genuinely at him. 

You continued to work, chatting to Changbin the entire time.

"I'm sorry about Felix earlier," You said to him as the two of you packed up, ready to leave.

"It's alright, he just cares about you, I get it." He held out his hand for you which you gladly took. Changbin swung your hand a little as he led you out of the building.

"I told Mrs. Kang what happened on Friday night, how I finally confessed, and she wants to meet you. So, if you're up for it, this Sunday, do you want to come with me to the greenhouse?" 

"I would love to, it's a date."

***

As you and Changbin strolled through the park, the sight of the greenhouse in the distance brought back fond memories of that night. You were so excited to meet Mrs. Kang. From Changbin's stories, you could tell she was a lovely woman.

"Changbin, hi!" Mrs. Kang said enthusiastically as you and Changbin entered the greenhouse. "And this must be Y/N! You were right, she is beautiful."

"Thank you, it's so nice to meet you. Changbin has told me so much about you."

"All nice things I hope."

"Don't worry, I'll scold him if he ever says one bad word against you."

"I like you already. Well, I should say even more. I feel as if I already know you from everything he's told me about you."

"Does he really talk about me that much?" You looked at him with a teasing smile.

"Can you not talk about me as if I'm not right here? I'm starting to regret introducing the two of you already."

"Oh hush, this is girl talk. Now be a dear and go fill up the watering cans," Mrs. Kang shushed Changbin. He sighed but gave you a loving smile before leaving to do what she said.

"You know, since the first day you started working with him, he has not shut up about you, truly."

"I have a friend who claims that I always talk his ear off about Changbin."

"You two are so similar, I honestly think you're meant to be."

"Oh, well, thank you, it means a lot."

For the next few hours, you and Changbin helped Mrs. Kang with planting and watering everything in the greenhouse. You continued to talk with Mrs. Kang as she told you stories about Changbin from his teenage days all the way up to now.

"I could tell you all his embarrassing stories but we'd be here until next Sunday."

"Please, no more stories," Changbin begged.

"No, I think you should definitely tell me all his embarrassing stories, ignore him."

When the light began to fade and you all started packing away the gardening equipment. Changbin was at the sink, washing the dirt off of his hands. Mrs. Kang smiled fondly at him before turning to you.

"He told me all about Friday, and the red tulip, everything. I gave him the book with all the flower meanings a long time ago but he never brought any of it up. It was only after he fell for you that he started admiring the flowers for their meanings, not just their beauty. Every time he picked a flower out for you, he chose it with such delicacy, making sure the meaning was true to his feelings. I had always wanted him to use the book for a good reason. I'm glad that reason was you." As she spoke, you watched the man. The man you had worked with for years. The man you had been in love with for years. The man who carefully chose flowers, with meanings of love and admiration, just for you.

"I'm glad I found him. Someone who could love me so deeply and purely." Mrs. Kang smiled.

"You ready to go?" Changbin asked as he walked towards the two of you.

"Yep." You held out your hand for him and he took it.

"Come back anytime, Y/N, it was lovely to meet you."

"I definitely will come back, I've had a great day and it was lovely to meet you too. Get home safely." The two of you bid Mrs. Kang goodbye and left, hand-in-hand once again.

"Here. I was gonna save it till tomorrow but I can't help myself." He handed you a flower. You took it, a daisy this time, gazing at its beauty with a smile

"I love daisies."

"Yeah? I'm glad. It's small and simple, I know, but it describes my feelings perfectly."

"Oh yeah? And how's that."

"Well, a daisy simply means, I love you truly.”

[flieslikeamoron]

schitt’s creek au 👀🙏🏼

I need to just give myself permission to write the fun parts of this and let the rest sort itself out because I got kind of bogged down in things like I don't know how real estate and video store franchising work. And also how do I keep Robin from killing Steve when he first gets there. But here's the meet cute.

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The party is exactly what Chrissy said it would be. Big bonfire. A couple kegs. A bunch of locals getting drunk, getting loud, hooking up. Steve looks around for Chrissy, making his way through the crowd. He doesn’t see her, and being around these yokels is depressing. He grabs a beer and does another pass through the crowd, looking for anyone who’d make a good picture. He doesn’t need to advertise that he’s at a shitty party, but a kiss with someone hot might make Stavros regret not taking Steve to Greece instead of that inferior twink.

Steve looks through the crowd around the fire to a guy standing a bit away from the rowdy center of the party. Long hair. Leather jacket. Shit-kicker boots. Steve can see a tantalizing bit of ink on his hand as he lights a cigarette. A bit more ink peeking out of the worn neckline of his tshirt. He looks like the kind of guy that'll sell you drugs or steal your wallet.

Perfect.

The camera is already open on Steve’s phone as he steps in close to the guy. Steve takes a fist full of his shirt in hand to keep him from stepping back as Steve plants one on him. The phone clicks and Steve's glancing over at it, about to take one more. The guy cups Steve's chin. Warm fingers insistent, turning Steve away from the phone. Turning the glancing, awkward mash of their lips together into something that catches. Steve opens up, unthinking, for the heat of his mouth. The hand tight on his waist urges him closer, into the brush of leather, the heat of a body up against his. There's a lazy confidence to the way the guy slips him a little tongue. Steve leans into it, into him.

And the guy steps back.

It takes Steve a second to let go of the grip he has on the guy's shirt. To remember why he came over here. His phone. Right. He never did get that second pic. He licks his lower lip. His eyes still on the guy. On his mouth. When he looks up enough to catch the guy's eye, the cocky quirk of his eyebrow, he can feel his face going hot.

Jesus.

Why is this guy even getting to him? Steve's flirted his way out a Saudi prince's compound. He made it through two countries without a passport. He got into KissKiss without a lock of human hair. He does not get flustered. Especially not by small town guys with hair like they've been in a bunker since the 80s, and tattoos, and rough fingers and that infuriatingly amused look on their face.

"Um," Steve says. The guy's smile gets wider. Fuck. 

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hi! thank u for another great (soul crushing) chapter and such, been following this story ever since u posted abt it and it’s been so much fun! i love when r/s suffer and pine and (i assume) find their way back to each other. they’re just so great :’) it has been my fav wip that i’ve ever first like, been apart of & i love when i log on tumblr dot com and see the worm moon pic. anyway, would like to ask, did u always know where this fic was headed? the details and story building are so intricate and interesting. i’ve laughed i’ve cried i’ve gasped etc but did u always know this wolf fighting au was gonna turn into this?

hi ur welcome so glad ur enjoying the fic <3

as 4 whether i knew where this was headed--definitely not lmao. originally the fic was just me remembering a fantasy series i read ages ago as a kid (the reformed vampire support group + the abused werewolf rescue group by catherine jinks) which featured a werewolf fighting ring & going 'omg what if r&s met at a werewolf fighting ring...' & then i started talking abt it a bit here on tumblr (hence why the fic tag is still wfrau -> werewolf fighting ring au) & couldn't get the idea out of my head. so of course i was like well alright in what context could that potentially happen...which led 2 it being a voldemort-won au...and then i was like well what could the plot be...haven't actually read any horcrux-hunting fics but they seem fun maybe it could be that...and everything just kinda spiraled from there. honestly most of the plot has been propelled forward just by a haphazard sort of connect-the-dots where i think of a specific scene or trope i think would be fun 2 write & then find some way 2 drag the plot from point a 2 point b. which is how most of my fics get written so. even now when i'm getting close 2 the end & have had the conclusion 2 the fic sketched out in my head 4 a while i still keep changing things just bc i'll suddenly have an idea & go omg wait that would be so fun <3 literally was just talking 2 my twin yesterday bc i thought of something that would tie up a few loose ends but it's a complete 180 from the original thing i had planned so i'm just like. taking things in a different direction once again lol...glad it all comes together well enough to feel like intricate world-building but it is in reality a v haphazard & chaotic process <3