#euphoria season 2 finale

[ophelieverse]

THEY HAVE FINALLY MENTIONED DAERON!!THEY SAID THAT ALICENT HAS A SON IN OLD TOWN,THEY SAID HIS NAME!!!HE EXISTS!!

[canonically47]

review anon here - what if you only rewatched the first two seasons?

knowing me i’m gonna get sentimental and be like “aww but DCAS wasn’t THAT bad” and then rewatch DCAS and want to watch season 4 and the spin offs and [GETS SHOT]

like i do not want to even HEAR about DSVC after this but knowing me. oh my god. knowing me i will watch season 4 and what’s crazy is that i WANT TO. the characters look mildly cool from the silhouettes and maybe we can get like. an aspec character for real this time. or another wlw couple. god please just give us actual aspec rep not just make a character ace because they’re purple

it’s like a toxic relationship 😭 ik it’s not that serious but DSVC is genuinely so bad and i’m just always waiting for it to get better, and episodes like E13 and E19 give me hope. and then they fuck it up BUT THAT’S UNRELATED

i may just rewatch the seasons if i ever happen to get nostalgic about it but istg i do not. like it. and i do not want to be a part of this for any more than i have to

[luwritesomething]

i don’t get why people complained so much about elliot’s song. it was SO SHORT, i still want the extended version. and like, also, what did you expect??? a thirty minute clip of maddy slapping cassie??? wtf. leave dominic’s art alone, his music (incluiding elliot’s song and the moment in which it was put) >>>>>

[greyhavensking]

we’re into season 2 of my ted lasso rewatch and fuck me this show makes me so emotional. starting to feel fear for season 3’s finale given how the other two have gone

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Guilty || Billy the Kid x oc!reader

Summary: For the longest time you've felt like you have always been second to your older sister, Dulcinea. That however, soon changes when an outlaw, William H. Bonney—known to many as Billy the Kid—comes to town.

Warnings: smut!

Wc: 2,930

A/n: please send through more requests for Billy please! also the smut scene is lowkey inspired by the bathroom scene in euphoria season 2 with nate and cassie....

Divider by @pommecita

"I'm Billy. I just wanted to introduce myself," You hear a man spoke as you near the door. Your sister lets out a small scoff, "Well that is not a very good reason to ambush someone in the street," Dulcinea quipped.

"You have another motive," You hear your sister say as you press yourself against the door to listen more closely to the conversation. "I'd like to see you again," At his words, your eyes widen. Who was this mysterious man? "Why?" And there was a gap of silence.

You stepped out from your previous spot as all eyes were now on you. "Are we ready to go?" You ask your sister as she gives one final look to the man named Billy. You take your chance to look the man up and down.

He was a very good-looking cowboy. Your eyes roam around his body before you snap out of it as your name was called out, "Sofía, let's go” Billy watches you, his lips parting as he drinks in your appearance, he put two and two together and figured you were Dulcinea's sister.

You looked very similar to Dulcinea, more prettier perhaps in his opinion. Billy tips his hat slightly to you as you give him a small smile before walking towards the carriage. Dulcinea stares at you as you sit beside her, she slams the door shut and the carriage begins to move.

You couldn't help but look back to where Billy still stood. "Don't even think about it," Your sister firmly says as you roll your eyes. She was directly telling you to back off with Billy. Something that she has always done with every guy you and her have come across.

While Dulcinea was looking away, you sneaked a look and found Billy looking straight at you. Your cheeks begin to warm up as you send him a little wave to which he smiles before mounting his horse.

The next day, you decided to accompany your maid into town to buy a few things. You were secretly hoping to see that man again, Billy was his name. He looked unfamiliar to you, so you wanted to find out more about him.

"Isabel, have you heard of a Billy here?" You ask her as you inspect an apple in your hand. There was no response from the older woman. Isabel continued to look through the assortments of fruits laid out in front. "Isabel." You put the apple down as she sighs.

"Yes. I know of a Billy. And you should stay away from him, he is bad news, mi hija." She shakes her head whilst muttering incoherent words under her breath. Your eyes suddenly begin to look around, hopeful that you would get a glimpse of him. And you did.

He was across the street, tying his horse to the post. "I'll be back," You didn't bother waiting for a response before you pick up the fabrics of your dress and walk across the street.

You stop when you see your family carriage pull up in front of him, your view of him blocked. You furrow your eyes in confusion as to who else came into town. Mother and father were away and only you and Isabel left the house this morning, which meant that it was your sister.

What was she doing here? Dulcinea said she had no interest coming into town today saying she was too busy. Just as quickly as the carriage came, it quickly left. Billy's eyes were glued onto the carriage before his eyes begin to wander around, eventually landing on you.

You probably looked strange just standing in the middle of the streets, staring at him. Billy freezes slightly, his eyes looking you up and down. A smile makes it onto his face before he tips his hat at you once again.

"Sofía!" You move your attention away from Billy and see a friend of yours, Lucía, walking your direction, a huge grin plastered on her face. "What are you doing here?" She gives you a funny look as you clear your throat, your eyes flickering to where Billy was, only to find his figure disappearing into the building.

"I'm shopping, with Isabel." You give her a smile. "And where is she?" Lucía looks around as she links arms with you. "Right this way," You say as you walk with her. "Do you know of a man named Billy?" You suddenly ask her.

She would know. She knows basically everything about everyone in town. "Billy?" She says to herself, "I've heard of that name, can you tell me what he looks like?" Lucía looks at you.

"Well he's tall. Very tall. He looks like he's my sister's age. Brown hair, blue eyes and- oh- very good looking," You jokingly fan yourself as Lucía laughs, you joining along.

You stop in your tracks when you see Billy mounting his horse. You quickly nudge Lucía, "Look! There he is, that's the man I was telling you about," You cock your head over to where Billy was. Lucía's mouth hangs open, her eyes moving from him to you. "What?" You raise an eyebrow at her weird behaviour.

"You're talking about Billy? That Billy?!" Her voice begins to become louder as you slap your hand over her mouth. "Shh! He can probably hear you," You whisper yell at her as the two of you watch Billy ride off.

"So you know him?" You ask your friend as she gives you the 'really' look. "Of course I know him! Everyone in this county knows about him, except for you apparently," Lucía shakes her head. "What? Why? Who is he?"

Confusion was etched into your face as Lucía facepalms herself. "Sofía, haven't you heard of Billy the Kid? The famous outlaw that has been travelling from town to town? Surely you have heard of him, mi amiga."

Now that you thought about it, his name was familiar to you. You recall your parents talking him at home, but it never clicked in your head that that was the Billy they were talking about. "Yeah, I have," You kick a rock infront of you, your eyes watching where it lands. "Why do you wanna know about him anyways?" She asks you as you shrug.

"Dulcinea was talking to him last night, just got curious, that's all." Lucía didn’t buy it one bit but chose to leave it alone. “You’re not wrong you know,” She breaks the silence as you turn your head to her, a puzzled look on your face.

“About Billy being attractive,” She cracks a shy smile before you nudge her and the two of you start laughing out loud. “Sofía! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, hurry up.” The old woman scolds you, pushing you towards your carriage as Lucía chuckles, waving you goodbye.

~

You couldn't stop thinking about him. How could you not? The fact that he was a notorious outlaw further fueled the fire that was ablaze in the lower pit of your stomach. A sudden knock at the front door of your house made you pause your train of thoughts.

You were slightly confused at the idea of a visitor today. Mother and father were gone and you weren't expecting anyone over. You stand still in your spot before you hear footsteps leaving Dulcinea's room. Quickly walking out of your room, you grab ahold of your older sister's arm.

"Who's here?" You ask her and a smile you knew all to well crept onto her face. "Billy. Remember that guy you saw a two nights ago? I invited him over," She says nonchalantly. Your eyebrows crease in bewilderment.

"You know who exactly he is right, Dulcie?" Her nickname slips out of your mouth as she faces you front on, arms crossed. "Yes, I do, Sof," She points her chin up the tiniest bit, something she did whenever she was questioned.

"Then what the hell is he doing on our doorstep? Father would kill you if he ever found out that an outlaw stepped foot into our house-" "Which is why you will keep quiet." Dulcinea interrupts you, her tone sharp. You could see it in her eyes, rage brewing.

You loudly scoff, examining her features. "You know father would never allow it, plus, you already have someone you’re forced to marry soon," You narrow your eyes at her as she rolls hers. "Oh please, father will come around. Billy is not what people perceive him to be. I think father will like him," Is all she says as she turns around, making her way to the front door.

You exhale from your mouth before you make your way back to your room. You were dying to see Billy, but knowing Dulcinea, she would not let you be in the same room with him because you knew she liked him. And whoever Dulcinea liked, was off-limits to you, her innocent, little sister.

For the next couple of hours, you entertained yourself in your room. It was late at night when you figured that Billy had already left. You walked out of your bedroom, turning the corner before you collide with somebody.

You lose balance and readied yourself for the harsh impact but you were pulled back up by your forearms. "Fuck- I'm so sorry, sweetheart-" "It's fine. It's fine." You screw your eyes shut knowing whose voice it belonged to as you blew a loose strand of hair out of your face.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, your eyes looking around for any sign of your sister. "I- uh was 'bout to leave," Your lips form an 'o' before you slowly nod your head, silence following.

Your eyes were on everything but him. And his eyes were on you, studying your features that were similar to Dulcinea in some ways. "You're real pretty aren't cha, doll?" Your eyes snap to his after the pet name he just gave you, your mind slightly going blank before you process his comment.

"Am I?" Your voice dripped with playfulness as you tilt your head at him. You knew damn well Dulcinea could walk this way at any moment and see the two of you; she would let hell loose. "Mhm, prettier than your sister, I'd say. But don't go telling her I told you that." He winks as you furiously blush.

Your eyes falter down to your dress as you adjust the skirts of it slightly. "Y'know, I actually wanted to talk to you when I saw you in town earlier today," Billy's words make you look up at him.

"Really? Why didn't you?" You tilt your head at him as he kisses his teeth before opening his mouth, "Your sister, had me occupied for a bit and when I saw you, you were talkin' to someone else." He shrugs as you slowly nod.

"Well, I'm right here. What did you wanna talk about, Billy?" Your voice all of sudden was quiet. Billy smiled in satisfaction at his effect. "You uh- married?" He steps closer to you as he slightly cranes his neck to study your features.

You gulp. "N-no," You shake your head. He slowly nods his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. "You seein' anyone?" He asks, though his tone had a tinge of possessiveness in it. "No." Billy stares at you, his mind all over the place.

You were only 2 years younger than him but surely such a pretty, respectable, young lady like yourself would be married off to someone already, or seeing someone at least. "Good," He mutters as you couldn't help but smile. "Why's that, Mr. Bonney?" He looks around before he does something that catches you off guard. He grabbed your jaw and kisses your lips. Hard. You take a second to process what was happening.

He was kissing your so feverishly as if you were going to disappear. You stumble back at his rough force before he leads you down the hallway, his lips never leaving yours for a second. "The door on the left," You manage to say in between the kisses as he pulls you into your room.

Hands frantic, Billy skillfully undid the laces of your dress yanking it down to expose your chest as he wets his lips at the sight. He barely got your dress off before his hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his waist.

He pushed you back against the door as you gasp, his mouth latching on to your nipples, your head thrown back at the sensation. Your hands toyed with Billy's hair as you tried containing your moans knowing your sister was still in the house.

"Don't keep quiet darlin'" He says against your skin before you feel him ripping your underwear. Your jaw dropped but you soon let out a loud moan as he slid into you. He groans against your neck, allowing you to adjust at the size, and when you do, he pumps into you at an almost inhumane speed.

You let out quiet moans as Billy grunts. Your hair was all messed up from being pushed up against the wooden door. "Oh my- Billy-" You breathed out, pushing him further into you with the heels of your foot around his waist.

""Fuckkk, feel so good baby" He grunts in you ear as you couldn't help but smile. A sudden knock on the door made you gasp in terror. Billy slapped his hand over your mouth at lightning speed to shut you up. "Sofía?" Dulcinea calls out from behind the door, another knock.

You stare wide eyed at Billy who quietly curses. "Sofía, are you in there?" Your sisters calls out for the second time as you panic. "Y-yeah?" Your voice was shaky. If Dulcinea found out that you fucked Billy, it would be over for you.

Although you were more free to do things than your older sister, you don't think your parents would be too happy to know their youngest daughter had sex with an outlaw, in their house. And you don't think Dulcinea would ever forgive you. She must be serious with Billy since she invited him over, something she never did with any of the previous guys.

"Why is the door lock?" The door handle rattles as you shut your eyes, feeling the tears coming. "Uh just a s-second! I'm changing!" You call out to her. Billy gently lets you down, zipping his pants as you attempt to tidy your appearance but fail miserably when the laces on your dress become tangled.

"Billy! Help me!" You whisper yell as tears were brimming your eyes. Billy's features soften when he sees you, quickly untangling the lace. In a matter of seconds, it was undone. He cupped your face in his big hands, your cheeks wet from tears.

"Shh, don't cry, sweetheart," He hushed, wiping your tears as you cover your mouth to quieten the sob that escapes. "She's my sister, she'll kill me!" Your voice was shaky as he pulls you into his chest, his hand in your hair.

"Sofía!" Dulcinea yells out, banging on the door as you flinch. You pull back from Billy as your eyes look around your room for a place to hide Billy. Settling on the panel room divider you push him behind it, "Wait here until she leaves, then you can sneak out of the window." You quickly say as he nods.

Before you turn back around, he grabs your hand. "Hey- it's okay," He assures you, his hand caressing your cheek as you slowly nod. "Finally!" Dulcinea exclaims as you didn't dare to make eye contact with her. She takes in your appearance.

"You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon," She raises an eyebrow as she touches your forehead but you pull back, a confused expression on her face.

"I'm fine, I just don't feel well." You gulp, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears, clearing your throat. "Right... Go tell Isabel and she'll give you something." Dulcinea says, you could tell she wasn't fully buying it.

"What did you want me for?" You finally meet her sharp eyes, "Oh. Have you seen Billy around? His horse is still outside and he was supposed to leave about an hour ago," She folds her arms, leaning against your door as her eyes wander around your room.

You clear your throat, slightly moving in front of her to block her view. "No, I haven't seen him. He probably went to take a look at the other horses in the stable," You lie through your teeth as your sister stares at you suspiciously.

"Okay," She says as you discreetly let out a sigh of relief. She gives you one final look before pushing herself off of the frame and walks down the hallway. You shut your door, locking it just as Billy comes up to you making you jump.

"I think you should go," You say to him. His hands rest on your shoulders, "I wanna see you again," He says softly, lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. "Me too," You smile before he leans down to place a final kiss on your lips.

"What about tomorrow? Come see me in town," He suggests as you open your window. "I'd like that," You both smile at each other as he readies himself to leave. Just as he leaves through your window, he tips his hat at you. "Bye, Sofía," "Bye Billy," You chuckle lightly before he leaves and you shut your window.

[amirasainz]

Could do you please do amira is busy and is neglecting everyone making them have meltdowns ? ❤️

Hi guys. I hope you enjoy reading this and let me know if you have any requests.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Busy Girl

It was not uncommon for Amira to be busy. Her career as an actress demanded a lot of her attention and free time. However, each time Amira declined Carlos’s invitation to one of the races, his heart broke. What do you mean his sister has to film the third season of Euphoria? Why can’t they film it at the race track? It’s not strange for high school students to suddenly spend all their time at a race track, thank you very much. Despite Amira giving him a thousand reasonable reasons why she couldn’t make it to one of his races, Carlos’s mind immediately jumped to the thought: “Doesn’t my little sister love me anymore?”

When Carlos finally ended his “short” call with Amira, which was only 4 hours long, he couldn’t stop himself from tearing up. Why does she have to work anyway? Their family is crazy rich; there is no reason for her to work. And why does she always have to show so much skin when she is playing the role of “Maddy Perez”? Why couldn’t Maddy wear long hoodies instead of bikini tops?

Carlos was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear his room door opening. “Chilli, are you ready to go?” asked Charles, still unaware of the phone call that happened 10 minutes before. “Whoa, hey, are you alright? You look… interesting.” Charles didn’t want to be rude towards Carlos. After all, the two were like brothers. But Carlos honestly looked like hell. Wild hair, shaking hands, and haunted eyes. Charles carefully lowered himself in front of Carlos. He gently placed his hands on Carlos’s thighs, patiently waiting for an answer. Taking one of Charles’s hands in his own, he answered, “Lord Perceval, Amira called and… and she said—dios mío, I can’t even say it. Well, she said that she couldn’t make it to the race this weekend.” Carlos watched as Charles absorbed this information. Charles looked down, his breathing becoming louder. “Charlie, are you crying?” asked a tear-eyed Carlos. “No,” Charles muttered, his voice thick. “Charles, please don’t cry. If you cry, I have to cry as well,” Carlos informed him, tears running down his cheeks. The two crying Ferrari drivers looked at each other, both unable to stop crying. It took them 2 hours of hugging each other and crying together for them to calm down.

Something similar happened throughout the week to the others as well. Kika and Lily were heartbroken when they heard about Amira’s absence. Alex even had to sleep on the couch because, according to Lily, “The only one that should lie next to me is my girl.” Not that Alex didn’t agree with his girlfriend. Amira was supposed to lie between the couple, all three of them cuddling after some “night exercises.”

George and Carmen had a completely different reaction. They believed that their girl just forgot to open her calendar to the right month and that she meant to travel there. “Our poor darling probably got confused at the airport and jumped onto the wrong plane,” was George’s reasoning. Carmen agreed with him 100%. Their silly darling couldn’t survive without the couple by her side. She was truly made for them.

The worst reaction was Lando’s. When he was informed that Amira was currently filming a new season of Euphoria, Lando fainted. The journalist joked about Amira’s absence after the Qualifying. Lando, outperformed by Charles, only got P2 instead of P1. When the interviewer said something along the lines of “Maybe the absence of your lucky charm made you miss pole position,” Lando, who didn’t know this little piece of information, went deathly pale. In front of 28 cameras, he fainted. Max F. never let him live that down, always teasing him with “You fainted like a Disney princess, waiting for her prince.”

The only one who truly did anything after hearing about Amira was Lewis. His assistant quickly packed his bags and bought a one-way ticket to America. Nothing could stop him from visiting Amira. After a full day, he finally had the chance to knock on her front door. He was met with Amira’s surprised face. Before she had the chance to say anything, he wrapped his arms around her. “God, baby, I missed you so much,” he whispered in her ear, turning his face to kiss her temple. Slowly, the couple broke the hug, Lewis still keeping his hands wrapped around her waist. “Lewis, I’m really happy that you’re here. But to be honest, I wasn’t expecting any guests. I had so much filming to do, a Vogue photoshoot, helped a friend set up her apartment, taking care of MY apartment, looking for—” Lewis interrupted her ramble with a sweet kiss. “Don’t worry, love. I’m here to help you.”

Bonus (+)

Once again, Carlos’s hotel room was filled with the other drivers, except Carlos himself. All of them had their eyes on Charles, who was breathing into a paper bag. “Charles, can you tell us again what happened?” asked Pierre, who was sitting next to his best friend. After Lando rubbed his back some more, Charles started: “When Carlos called me, I immediately went to his room. When I arrived, he showed me inside. He was busy packing his bags, muttering about finally getting his revenge. He said things like, ‘I won’t let it go this time,’ ‘No one can stop me,’ and ‘This is the last time someone will ever see him.’ When I asked him what was happening, he just took my phone, showed me an article, and left. He didn’t say anything else.” After Charles’s little speech, the room plunged into silence. Oscar hesitantly asked, “Charles… what did you see?” Charles started crying again, showing his friends the mentioned article. It was filled with pictures of Amira and Lewis, all of them just a few hours old. “Oh shit. Lewis is a dead man,” muttered George, sharing a panicked look with Alex.

[tampire]

Crowley and Aziraphale / Maddy and Cassie at the end of Good Omens Season 2 and Euphoria Season 2 finales.

[k-hotchoisan]

omg girlyyyy congrats on 500 followers 🤭🤭 i’d love to see your choice for 17 👀

17. Wooyoung pulling your hair or Jongho spanking you?

We all knew the hair pulling was coming. It has never left my head since that one jjk season 2 episode (get the fuck out nanami!!)

ANYWAY,,, Thank u for the congratulations girlie!!! Hope you enjoy this piece as always ~

a short continuation from #1- teasing Wooyoung where he’s a little more dominant

Warnings: smut, hair pulling, back shots, unprotected sex, pretty rough sex 😵‍💫, cream pies, dom!wooyoung

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @hoe4wooyoung @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500 this or that: masterlist here!

Wooyoung has you trapped under him the moment both of you enter the shared bedroom. He’s so insanely pent up from the constant teasing you’ve been doing to him right in front of his members.

“I think you owe me for all of that teasing, babe”, he huffs before he dives in to cover your lips with his, eating your moans for dessert.

Soon enough, you’re between Wooyoung’s thighs, kissing and biting his thighs, enjoying the sight of his cock twitching and growing bigger with every time you softly sink your teeth into his soft and thick thighs.

Every time when he thinks you are gonna finally give your attention to his cock, you go back to planting a wet kiss at the patch of skin just beside his cock, and you relish in the whines and groans that fall past his lips.

“Stop fuckin teasing me already”, he whines. You only laugh in response.

You lick a stripe up Wooyoung’s cock and he sighs, his fingers curling around the pillow. You rise and let a string of spit fall onto Wooyoung’s cockhead. Wooyoung thinks that’s so fucking hot, but he doesn’t even have the time to process that when your lips completely envelope his wet cock, and another whine leaves the male below him, his legs pushing open automatically.

You bob your head, letting his length hit the back of your throat from time to time, slick pooling around your cunt every time Wooyoung grunts or when you feel his cock grow bigger in your mouth.

To say Wooyoung is noisy is definitely an understatement. He unravels so fucking easily—so desperate and whiny—and he is never shy about it. His loud whines bounces off the walls.

His hands snake to your hair, tugging you off his cock. His face is starting to flush from the pleasure. Your eyes flutter to his, which were glazed and he meets your gaze, and the sight of you licking up his cock and balls only made him spurt more precum.

Your head lies on the side of his inner thigh, your hand stroking his cock as you begin licking up his balls.

“Fuckkkkk. That’s it”, Wooyoung’s voice climbs up another octave, almost sobbing from the pleasure, the way he’s tugging against your hair, messing it up even more, the sting sending electricity down your spine. He tugs your head even closer to his cock, and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking your face once again. He’s slowly getting lost in the pleasure, but he still combs a handful of your hair back into his hand whenever he sees strands fall over your face.

The euphoria is starting to engulf Wooyoung, but instead of succumbing to it, he pulls your lips off his cock, admiring your drool and slick covered mouth accompanied by your soft heaving and glazed expression. He’s not in the mood to cum in your mouth today.

He yanks you forward, and you fall immediately into his arms with a wince. Wooyoung cups your face, pressing his lips onto yours, tasting himself on you as his tongue pushes in to meet yours.

Then his hand is in your hair once more, yanking it gently back as you melt into the kiss, moaning whenever he gives you a gently tug. He pulls you back, and you’re left staring at him with lips parted, drool all over and glazed out eyes. Your cunt is pulsing so much that you’re sure that it’s probably stained the bed a bit already, because your panties were definitely soaked all the way through.

He pulls you up with him, and has you facing the bed instead of him. Wooyoung curses when his fingers caress against your completely soaked panties.

“Look at you. So fucking wet from just letting me fuck your face. Dirty girl”, he whispers right at your ear, and Wooyoung chuckles at another load of slick staining his fingers.

He doesn’t waste any time and lines his cockhead to your entrances and pushes himself in, his mind immediately melting from how warm your pussy pulls him in.

“Woo- fuck!”, you cry when his cock is seated perfectly in your hole. He has you filled up all the way in no time before he begins pulling out and pounding into you.

His hand has a handful of your hair once more, and he tugs, causing you to arch a little more, letting the male hit deeper spots of your pussy, and it sends sparks beneath your eyelids. The pleasure is so overwhelming that your vocal chords are rendered completely useless even when your jaw hangs open.

“It feels so much better when you’re getting your hair pulled doesn’t it?” He smirks, letting his tongue poke past the corner of his lips as you wince from the sting, and from the way Wooyoung’s cock is impaling you. No doubt, it definitely amplified the pleasure. Wooyoung adores having you look helpless while he has your body completely physically controlled by him.

“Y-yeah. Feels so good. Fuck. I think I’m gonna cum”, you sob through broken moans, the funny feeling in your stomach building up rapidly.

“Get it all over me baby. Cover my cock with your cum”, he hisses. It doesn’t take you long to release on his cock, in a trembling, twitching, sobbing mess, as Wooyoung forces your head upwards, his lips devouring yours from above as he pounds into you, milking your orgasm to the fullest extent before letting you go, your upper body hitting the soft mattress.

Drool seeps past your lips as your mind goes completely blank. You feel Wooyoung’s hand rest on your ass, and the other on your neck, pushing your head down as you let him abuse the ever loving fuck out of your cervix.

“That’s it. Such a good girl, letting me just use your pussy like this”, he hums, watching the way your body takes the thrusts he pounds into you before he groans and stills into you, filling you up with his warm and thick ropes of cum. Your eyes are shut tight and your eyebrows furrow from how sinfully delicious you feel letting Wooyoung use your cunt like that.

He falls onto the bed with you but he doesn’t pull out. Wooyoung strokes your thighs, coaxing you to spread them open, and despite the haze in your mind, you do.

His arms wrap around your chest as he pulls you closer to him, and coy smile spreads across his face when he hears the obscene squelching sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your filled pussy. You bury your head into his shoulder, letting the soft moans fill Wooyoung’s head.

“Don’t tap out on me yet, baby. We still have the whole night to go.”

[miss-multi45]

Blackmail

Hoodie x FEM!Reader

cw: no smut, mentions of a gun (revolver), reader has an extremely shitty boyfriend, nicknames said: 'babe', 'babygirl', 'gorgeous girl', 'pretty thing', 'good girl', dead dove do not eat, I based this off the scene in euphoria season 2 episode 6 (the scene where nate puts a gun to maddy's head), mentions of stalking, ghostface quote, mentions of infidelity, gaslighting, swearing, hoodie is a murderous gentleman. come get your food (dddne pun)

It had been six hours since you last saw him.

Now don't take this the wrong way. You weren't the kind of girl to get sad when your boyfriend wasn't by your side again after being gone for five seconds. Quite the opposite.

Liam was a piece of shit, but somehow you loved him. So the reason you had been counting the hours until he got back home was that you had a sneaking suspicion that he had been sleeping with other girls, but god you had hoped and prayed that it wasn't true.

After a while of sitting on the corner of your bed with your head in your hands and planning out what you were going to say to him, the front door finally opened and Liam walked in and right up to where you were.

"I'm home, babe." He said as soon as he entered the room, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you looked up. He sat on his side of the bed and began to undress for bed.

"Where have you been?" You stood up, crossing you arms, finally confronting him despite your fear of him.

He chuckled, both nervously and darkly, "Babygirl, what do you mean?" Liam turned to look at you.

"You've been out all day, you haven't answered my calls or replied to my texts, and you didn't leave any notes or messages." You listed them off, making sure to stare directly into his stupid pretty brown eyes.

"Wha - babygirl, I have a job?" He backed himself up, but you had already prepared for this conversation.

"It's Sunday. Your job is out on Sundays." You walked backwards, sitting on your desk chair to keep the distance, because something didn't feel safe about this.

And almost on cue, you heard a metallic click. "What was that?" Your heart dropped, you recognised that click. It may seem stupid, but you had watched enough action movies to know that click belonged to a gun being loaded.

"Liam. What was that?" You pushed your chair back, even though the bullet could reach you in any corner of the room.

A terrifying emptiness took over his features, a hauntingly calm expression. He pulled the gun out of his jacket pocket, standing up and slowly coming towards you while the deadly cold expression stayed on his face.

The space between you and him was big enough for you to stand up from your chair and jump onto the bed. You threw a pillow at him as hard as you could, scared tears starting to develop and fall down your cheeks.

Liam laughed at that, it appeared he found your fear a laughing matter. "Aw, why you crying?" He creeped onto the bed, climbing on top of you and gently pressing the gun to your temple.

The cold metal that was suddenly against your head clicked, and that's when it hit you. He was playing a twisted game of Russian Roulette.

He switched to pressing the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger a few times to no avail. So, he got up and left the room to load the gun with more than one bullet.

But that didn't involve the bang of a gun, and it didn't involve a body thudding to the floor. But it definitely didn't involve a voice saying: "Smallest gun I've ever used."

Several seconds after the voice spoke, you quietly got up and closed the door, crawling back onto your bed and burying your head into a pillow to silently sob into it.

However, your crying session was interrupted by the door opening again. Heavy footsteps walking towards you, the bed sunk from someone's weight behind you.

"Now what happened here?" It was the same voice as before, commenting on the size of the gun. The voice clearly had a filter over it, but it sounded like a male. Stuffing your face further into the cushion, you tensed up when you felt a leather gloved hand gently stroke and pet your side as if the person knew what had just happened and wanted to comfort you.

"Sorry about your boyfriend," Oh, God. "All those muscles didn't help much." Liam was dead, shot and killed.

Whoever it was didn't seem to like the fact that your face was shoved into a pillow, so they grabbed your face by the chin and turned you over to look at them. "Oh, what a pretty thing." Your cheeks had tears marks, and you were still crying.

"Scared, huh?" Now that you were looking at them, it was obvious they were a man. A very broad and tall man, also quite dominant by the looks of it. He had a turmeric yellow hoodie and a black and red ski mask

You sniffled, and the hooded man chuckled and cocked his head before speaking again. "Stop crying." He wiped a tear with his thumb, moving his arm under your back while snaking the other under your waist.

He lifted you in a bridal carry, but you squirmed in his grasp. "That's enough. A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be in the same house as the dead body of a shit muppet. Is that clear?"

Almost frantically, you used your sweater paws to wipe the tears away. "I want an answer. Preferably a verbal one." the man demanded, and you answered. "Yes." your voice quivered while you spoke.

"There we go." He started walking out of your room and out of the house, into the vast woodland expanse behind your house. "Now, I'm gonna tell you why I did what I did. And you're going to listen." Not once did he put you down.

"I've been stalking your dead boyfriend for three months now, and I only got the order to kill him two days ago." Wait, 'got the order'? What did that mean?

"I didn't need to kill him for another week, but I did it early because of what I saw him do to you, pretty thing." He continued. Oh, he saw everything. "Pointing a gun to your head, laughing at your fear. You don't do that to a woman, especially not your own fucking girlfriend."

You began to stop crying, instead just looking up at him with glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. But after a while you felt a headache build up, and your vision grew blurry and you saw black dots.

"That's it, good girl." That was the last thing you heard.

[charlosvibesonly]

Racing Hearts - Part 6

pairing : max x fem!reader/driver

will this be the end of your great war?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“Y/N is the winner of the 2024 Championship! What a season she has had. One that goes down in history!”

You had done it!!

As you brought the car to a stop in the designated winner's platform, the crowd's cheers washed over you like a tidal wave. You could feel the weight of the moment, the culmination of months of hard work, determination, and an unquenchable thirst for victory. As you emerged from the cockpit, the crowd's cheers crescendoed, blending with the delighted cries of your team.

Racing toward your team, you were engulfed in a sea of hugs, high-fives, and congratulations. The team, mechanics, engineers – everyone shared in the euphoria of triumph. It was a moment that they would all cherish for a lifetime.

The moment you’d been waiting for had finally arrived. You stood on the podium, your heart beating faster with each passing second, as they awarded you the trophy which you lifted with such grace and jest. The feeling of happiness and accomplishment was overwhelming, but deep down, you knew that something was missing. You kept stealing glances at Max, hoping that he would say something to you. However, he seemed to maintain a distance, and you couldn’t help but feel a little sad.  His warning echoed in your mind. He must be hating you now.

Though you had heard him mention your name during the interview, and your heart skipped a beat. " Yeah, it was a fun race. Y/N made it really tough and interesting. A well-deserved win. Congratulations to her." His words filled you with a sense of pride and happiness, but it wasn’t enough. 

As the champagne bottles popped open, and the music filled the air, you started hearing the crowd chanting "KISS! KISS! KISS!". It broke your heart because you knew that it would never happen. The disappointment almost made you want to leave the podium and hide somewhere.

But then, out of nowhere, someone turned you around. "Congratulations!" Max said to you, and before you knew it, he kissed you passionately. In that moment, everything else faded away - all the past fights, the misunderstandings, the hurt, the pain - it all melted away. You feel the warmth of his embrace, and how much you missed it.

As you parted, Max offered you a rare smile.

After the celebration had cooled off, you stealthily slipped into Max's room, your footsteps echoing your simmering frustration. You stormed into his room.

"What the hell, Max!" you burst out, each word laced with resentment. "You threaten me one day and kiss me the next. Am I a joke to you?" The words spilled from your lips in a relentless torrent, your anger obvious.

Max rose from his chair, a determined stride bringing him closer. You instinctively took a step back, maintaining a wary distance as he continued his approach. The room seemed to shrink, closing in on the escalating confrontation.

"You know, Y/N," Max said, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips, "life's a bit like a race. Full of unexpected turns, and sometimes you just have to go with the flow." His words hung in the air, a blend of nonchalance and underlying meaning, adding fuel to the fiery exchange.

"What the fuck does that even mean!" you exclaimed, frustration etched on your face. Max's response was a lean-in, his words a whispered retort. "Nothing. Congratulations. You can go celebrate now. Don't waste your time with me; Lando must be waiting for you." The barb landed, intensifying your anger.

"Really? Are you really doing this? For someone who is so smart on the track, you sure are equally stupid off it!" you shot back, your words sharp as daggers. Max's perplexed "What?" only fueled your fire.

"It's none of your business, but Lando is just a friend. And if you were so jealous of me being with him, you shouldn't have let me go in the first place," you declared, your voice teetering on the edge of breaking. "I wasn't jealous. I only wanted to focus on the championship," Max tried to defend himself, his words a feeble attempt to douse the growing flames.

"Your eyes can never lie, Max. And I hate that you didn't find me worthy enough to share your doubts with. You never do things right!" you blurted out, tears mingling with the fiery intensity. Pushing him away, you swung open the door, leaving the room.

A party was arranged to celebrate your and the team's success. Red Bull had won the Constructors Championship, and a 1-2 position for you and Max was all but confirmed. The celebration took place in a club, with you donning your best black dress and perfect makeup. As you entered, cheers erupted, drinks were called, and someone from the team pulled you onto the dance floor. Everything felt right until you spotted Max standing in a corner with a drink in hand, his eyes fixed on you.

You stopped dancing, and your gaze locked. Tension filled the room, and people started to notice. Max placed his drink on the table and started walking toward you. Time seemed to slow down, and he stopped right in front of you, dangerously close.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you asked Max, "What are you doing?" The anticipation was palpable in your voice, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store. "Doing things right," he replied, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. The entire club erupted in cheers, and the music blasted through the speakers. People started recording the moment, capturing the pure excitement and joy in the air. As Max's lips met yours, you felt like you were on top of the world. This was the Max you'd missed so much - the one who could make you feel alive with just one touch. Despite all the time you'd spent apart, you couldn't help but feel happy to have him back in your arms.

As you broke apart, Max whispered in your ear, "Wanna go somewhere quiet?" 

[for-ships-that-never-sail]

Ignore me, I’m just talking into the void about how Peneloise needed to have their fight and break up for Polin to happen and how I wish Polin stayed secret from El for at least a day longer

Eloise is a main reason why Colin never really caught on to the depth (or rather, the direction of the depth) of his feelings for Pen until now, and he would not have gotten there so fast this season if Eloise was still around.

Even though Colin’s new sexual experience and Pen’s practical need for a marriage this season really played a huge role in speeding things up, could you imagine what that same scenario would have been like if Peneloise were still cool?

….Sexy Pirate Colin shows up and gets his fake flirt on with everyone - if Eloise knows about Pen being LW and was cool with it, Pen really wouldn’t have been calling Colin out on his new personality, or what he said last season, to get him wondering if he should be faking everything this hard to fit in with the Fuckboi Lord Squad and the ton, and to get him on the journey of accepting himself as he is, because El probably wouldn’t have let Pen call him out through LW or even in person tbh - and if El didn’t know about LW, yeah, if not in person, Pen could at least still talk shit as LW, but would she have had the need to? Cause El would have been by her side for her glow up, Pen would still be awks at the ball but if she ran out in distress El would’ve gone with her so even if Colin also ran after her it would’ve played out differently, private lessons wouldn’t have been a thing at all, and if Colin were trying to say something to Pen about all his new ‘tips and tricks on charm from when I was whoring across Europe’ El would’ve always been there turning it all into debate club because of her reasonable disdain for the practical reasons Pen needed to marry this season…. and that’s barely scratching the surface

Though it’s unintentional (or at least not maliciously intentional), Eloise has truly always been one of the biggest cockblocks for Polin, so I’m actually hella glad that they had their little friendship breakup allowing Polin to learn what they are to each other alone, and for Pen and El to find themselves separately too

I actually want their distance to stay that way a bit longer in that sense - like allow the couple their honeymoon period without interference - I know that’s not what’s gonna happen and El will immediately and quite reasonably bring the LW issue to play. Still, it would have been nice if Polin could have just been in their secret love bubble alone for longer than that glorious carriage ride

I guess that part is a bit on Colin too lol - if that man wasn’t so desperate to immediately put a ring on it and publicly announce it 10 seconds into their relationship El wouldn’t have had to get back on the cockblock train so fast. I’m in no way saying she’s wrong to do it… obviously Pen needs to come clean on LW, but GAHHHHHH

All I’m saying is

El 🐓🚫 (years) > No El but Polin still just at 👀(2-3 weeks) > Polin finally at 🗣️🫴🏼🐱🫦💥💍 (a handful of minutes 👀😉) > El is immediately back at it like👩🏻‍⚖️🧾🐓🚫

And I just wanted that💥 part to 💥💥💥 at least that oneeee night instead of the drama starting straight out of the carriage 😫 Go to sleep El! Threaten Pen with your ultimatum and start cockblocking them TOMORROW - That girl is currently in such a state of euphoria she doesn’t even knowwww she’s LW and I want her to stay in her horny stress-free love bubble a bit more before you come at her reminding her of her crimes against humanity 😫😭 loll

[retiredkat]

#1 INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

AMC2022–

It was a tough choice choosing between Shōgun and Interview With the Vampire for the top spot, but the decision ultimately came down to the astounding narrative feat the AMC series accomplished in its second season.

Part 2 left New Orleans behind for post-World War II Paris, where Anne Rice’s beloved vampires Louis de Pointe du Lac (Jacob Anderson, who’s long overdue for Emmys recognition for his performance — Season 2 will be eligible next year) and daughter Claudia (the wondrous Delainey Hayles) attempt to make a new life for themselves after their attempted murder of their maker/Louis’ immortal companion, Lestat de Lioncourt (Sam Reid, equally snubbed by awards shows for his Season 1 performance). Season 2 follows the second half of the eponymous Rice novel, which being the gothic, romantic horror story it is, ends in tragedy for this broken family of bloodsuckers but also in catharsis wholly earned after 15 episodes in a storytelling pressure-cooker.

The series at large, but Season 2’s fifth and last two episodes especially are examples of what TV can be when artists are given the carte blanche to create (another thing this and Shōgun have in common). Showrunner Rolin Jones and his team planted narrative seeds in the show’s very first episodes back in 2022 that wouldn’t pay off until these final hours, all culminating in multiple jaw-dropping reveals involving Lestat and Armand (Assad Zaman, one of the casting department’s greatest finds) that were decades in the making in the show and yet still unpredictable. (Season 3, The Vampire Lestat adaptation, is going to be even more uncharted territory.)

Like the Rice novel before it, Interview With the Vampire uses monsters to excavate the depths of human emotion, taking bigger and bolder swings with the source material than the 1994 film dared to do. Love and death, grief and remorse, euphoria and despair are all covered as Louis carries out his “odyssey of recollection” with investigative journalist Daniel Molloy (Eric Bogosian at his best) in 2022 Dubai. At its core, the show is a remarkable exploration of a most basic but confounding human experience that we spend our lives navigating: there are many sides to every story, but no matter how strongly we feel that our version is fact, the one haunting truth is, multiple things can be true at once. Imagine unpacking that for all eternity. — Kelli Boyle

[3majorursaminor77]

Oh don't mind me, I'm just reliving the absolute and total euphoria I felt when the season 2 teaser for Our Flag Means Death was finally released. The ecstasy I felt as the first opening lines of The Beautiful Ones played simultaneously with Stede's romantic speech as he sighs and moons over Ed and then Ed emerging from the waves and then sword hacking a british colonizer so hard he flips into the air as he gracefully slides underneath him in the sand is still just absolute *chef's kiss*. I salute whoever made that trailer it's so beautifully edited.

And I don't care what the haters say, the second season absolutely lived up to the excitement and expectation I felt watching that trailer over and over and over. I love this show so much.

[ineffable-celestials]

The Ineffable Divorce

TW/CW: Discussions of religious trauma(?)

I know that this phase of the Good Omens fandom has run its course, but I want to look back at the Aziraphale hate that happened when season 2 was first released. Maybe I'm biased since Aziraphale is one of my favorite characters and, although he no longer needs defending from the fandom, I still want to say my piece even though I'm a year late. That and I want to talk about my thoughts regarding the "Ineffable Divorce".

People harshly criticized his decision to return to Heaven, feeling bad for Crowley solely in this situation and pinning all of the blame onto Aziraphale. I was largely disappointed after I finished season 2 and scoured the internet for content, seeing all of this unwarranted hate against him. I believe this has to do with a much larger issue in the fandom, the watering down of both Aziraphale and Crowley's character, but that's a discussion for another time.

When people criticize Aziraphale, I've seen comments of how Crowley was able to "betray" Hell so Aziraphale should be able to do this in turn, right? Wrong. Aziraphale and Crowley have two very different types of religious trauma, at least in my opinion. Crowley was cast out far long ago and turned into the Serpent of Eden. He had no home in Heaven and Hell had never really been a home for him at all. Crowley had no reason, in his opinion, to want to protect Earth. More than that, he had no reason to become an angel again and serve those who had deeply betrayed HIM.

Crowley had never belonged anywhere, except with a specific person. Aziraphale is (was) his everything and he would do anything to preserve his relationship with the other. Of course, he wasn't inclined to return to Heaven, he wanted Aziraphale to stay with him above all else. However, by Aziraphale asking him to become an angel once again, I believe there was the nagging thought that maybe Aziraphale had only loved him as an angel and nothing more. He wanted it to be him and Aziraphale against the world. In turn, Aziraphale wanted to make the world a better place for everyone.

Now, to get to the part I've really been aching to talk about. First of all, Aziraphale has sometimes been watered down as an "innocent angel" who could do no harm to anybody. Aziraphale is an angel, a Principality, and the "Angel of the Eastern Gate". Since the beginning of time, he has had the sole urge to protect others, it's how he was made so it only makes sense that he would want to protect those dearest to him. Meaning that he would quite literally do whatever it takes. If Aziraphale had not taken up the role of Supreme Archangel, who would? Uriel? Michael? Sandalphon? Saraqael? Each of them would only do harm to the Earth, and to Crowley. By taking up the position for himself, he is protecting those that he cares about. By putting himself in that position of authority, it's assuring that nobody else, except maybe the Metatron and anyone else who may reign above him, could cause harm. He took the Fall for the sake of others.

Oh boy, how I have been waiting for this. People expect Aziraphale to move on from Heaven, but this is far from easy for him to do. Aziraphale had been an outcast from the other angels for so long and he had longed for any sort of recognition from any of them. He had always been concerned about what they said or what they thought of him. People seem to ignore the euphoria that can be felt from finally getting that validation from people who have withheld it from you for so long. By the Metatron approaching and telling him that he is the best angel suited for the job, it was largely a confidence boost in Aziraphale. We can see it through his excitement in the following scene when he relays the news to Crowley. Not only that, we see his excitement of offering Crowley to be an angel again, a way for Aziraphale to continue receiving constant validation for his new job while keeping the one he holds dearest to him as close as possible.

This, however, does not work out as he had planned. In his excitement, he forgets to take Crowley's feelings into account as well. Aziraphale, unlike Crowley, has a deeper attachment to Heaven and is too far caught up in its web of manipulation to ever get himself back out from it. Of course, he cares for Crowley, and, had the situation been any different, I believe he would have stayed with Crowley in a heartbeat. The Metatron knows the angels, he knows that they will come to his every beck and call like a dog. Aziraphale most of all, as that sense of validation from earlier is what drives him to pick up this responsibility. He gets a chance to protect those around him while getting praise for his actions. That is his true purpose as a Principality.

I heavily dislike the Coffee Theory for this reason. I know people seek comfort in it because "that's not their Aziraphale" but I feel like it takes away everything we know of Aziraphale so far. Aziraphale is not the "perfect" angel. He's not like the other angels, he doesn't behave "as he should". He Sins, he has flaws, and he's selfish. That's what makes him, well, him. By subscribing to this theory, it deprives him of his struggles and ignores the face of any problems he's had to deal with. It makes the most sense for him to go off to Heaven in my opinion and, while I'm of course sad that he did, I can't see him doing anything else. The Metatron had no use to change his coffe as the seeds of manipulation had been planted far too long ago.

Aziraphale made that decision on his own while Crowley made his. They both need time to work things out and that's okay.

(Also, Aziraphale will make one badass Supreme Archangel.)

[dapper-lil-arts]

1. In your headcannon, Twilight and Sunset can have children because magic?

2. I am currently binge watching MLP (well, not right now) and even tho I think I will enjoy all the seasons and episodes, yeah some stuff did get flaunderized. (Also, I think the reason many MLP G4 season finales were grand and epic was because of the S4 finale, which I don't hate and Tirek (alongside Chrysalis and Cozy Glow) are somehow my favorite characters)

1 - no because Sunset is trans lmao. Making Sunset trans would add to the narrative of her wishing she could have been a princess, getting an awakening when she saw Celestia in action (and the tragedy of not fullfilling that wish. goddamn.)

So she and Twilight get busy with it for reals. And Sunset can get euphoria when she becomes an alicorn.

2 - Yeah if they did one finale where Twi n Tirek reinact the Aang vs ozai battle made it so that every other finale had to have smth epique happening on it I suppose lmao. Shame, because personal stakes can be much better. ...Also although the fight is great, they just beat him with the power of friendship like everyone else so it feels reduntant. They even forget the rainbow power after

[xtraordinaryfangrl]

Yeah... turns out the streets were right about how the 6 measly episodes of TUA S4 was made in somebody's butt crack. I don't even have to watch it now (although I might after cleansing my mind with seasons 1 and 2 - aka PEAK TELEVISION) and I haven't even finished S3 because of how badly they butchered Alison's character/her relationship with Viktor. I do, however, have some very confused thoughts from the bits I've seen so far of the final season:

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- Diego and Lila had 3 kids - two daughters and an unnamed son, according to the wiki-page? So what, is their son supposed to be a pee-wee version of Stanley (or as I know him, a softer version of Ashtray from Euphoria)?? That'd be cool if it was, y'know, confirmed. Guess I'll never know, and that in itself should be a criminal offense.

- SPEAKING OF ILLEGAL ACTIVITY - whoever pitched Five and Lila as a romantic pairing needs a psyche evaluation. You mean to tell me that not only she cheats on my man Diego, but she cheats on him with somebody who looks like a sophomore in college? She couldn’t have an affair with Sparrow!Ben? Or Luther - who apparently dabbles in male-stripping now? OR Viktor the Critically Acclaimed Ladies Man? Literally any other Hargreeves sibling would have been a better spring fling than a middle-aged man in a child’s body.

- Allison doesn’t say “I heard a rumor…” at all from the edits I’ve seen of her… Suspicious. Also, Ray just ditched her and Claire? For what- genuinely- WHY WOULD YOU GIVE MY SISTA A VILLAIN ARC FOR NO REASON LIKE-

- Weirdly enough, I’m sort of OK with the ending. Something will never sit right with me about the Hargreeves Siblings only finding peace in death after everything they’ve been through, sure. But their sacrifice makes sense, if not one huge inconsistency.

They didn’t just die, apparently. They were erased from existence, and their children still exist because of the Grandfather Paradox (which I still don’t get, by the way)? Fine. And yet, by some not-so-subtle foreshadowing, there’s an end-credits scene with a row of flowers - 8 marigolds. That’s not a coincidence, or maybe it is, but then that would also equate to more horrendous writing.

All in all, my love for the found-family trope is slightly tarnished now because of St*ve Bl*ckman and the only cure seems to be AO3.

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Hell, I don’t write for this fandom, but if this isn’t a reason to start then what is?