#now blue lo mein

[starrysaturdays]

28th august fic rec!

happy august!!!

touch me baby, put your lips on mine (12K) by InsightfulInsomniac | @insightfulinsomniac

When Niall and Zayn invite Louis to a monthly sex party, Louis reluctantly agrees because he’s always up to try something new. At the party, each attendee selects a cup based on a color that corresponds with their power dynamic preference — dom, sub, switch, or none.

Louis decides to lean into the preferences he hasn’t had the chance to explore before, but what he doesn’t expect is to meet the prettiest boy in a blue bandana, blue nail polish, and holding a blue cup.

He expects even less to make a genuine connection that keeps him coming back each month.

Aka the soft and sweet sex party fic with a dash of dom/sub dynamics and a LOT of public sex.

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Get Him Back (17K) by softfonds | @softfonds

After finding out his husband was unfaithful, Harry does one thing that makes him feel good again. But it's up in the air if that one thing will stay.

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We're Not Who We Used To Be (7K) by jaerie

Louis comes back to his childhood home and sees an old friend who has changed quite a lot since the last time they saw each other.

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A Night in Hollywood (71K) by Sax246

Louis Tomlinson, aged twenty-six, a world-famous actor, is at the peak of his career. When he is ensured one of the main roles of a queer rom-com, he is thrilled, even more so when he finds out his co-star is none other than the famous Harry Styles, aged twenty-four. Though, Louis quickly comes to realise Harry is only enjoyable on the screen and not in-person.

When the two get caught in a fight by paparazzi at a celebrity party, the media goes crazy, and they are forced into a PR-relationship against their will. But feelings gets tangled around and want overcomes the hatred between them, and soon something new begins to blossom between the two stars.

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Tossing Round Like Coins (25K) by LetTheMusicMoveYou | @letthemusicmoveyou28

the one where Louis is an alpha who does manly alpha things like play professional football and lift weights at the gym, where he meets alpha Harry who wears nail polish and dates other alphas. Louis isn’t put off by Harry’s strange tendencies, more like intrigued. And maybe just maybe, he’s interested

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futile devices (i do love you) (103K) by fckingfreakshow

“You okay there, Curly?” Louis leaned against the counter next to him, eyes dancing.

Harry nodded, “Yup, yup, I’m good. Just, um, like to make sure my resting heart rate is normal, you know? My lo mein was spicy.” God, he really talked some shit.

Louis reached out, pulling Harry’s wrist away and replacing his fingers with his own. Well, now he was fucked. Louis’ fingers were soft, so soft, and causing his heart rate to skyrocket erratically.

Harry was about to force himself to take a step back just as Louis’ fingers twitched. They locked eyes as a thumb brushed over his Adam’s apple and his lungs collapsed altogether when it slowly pressed down. With wide eyes, Harry watched Louis’ flicker to his throat for a split second before it was over, so quickly as if it hadn’t happened. As if he hadn't just put pressure on Harry’s throat.

What. The. Fuck. __

or, the one where harry's mom gets engaged when he's 17 and he's truly, madly, deeply in love with his 23–or 24–year old stepbrother.

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So Much (For) Us (235K) by Niallinjapan2013

It’s 2022, The boys are not friends. Realistically, they all hate each other. None of them are okay. Now, they have an album to make. They should probably talk about it.

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the relentless barrister (10K) by louisplumpyass | @louisplumpyass

Barrister Louis overhears his neighbour making explicit comments about his husband, Professor Harry. Fueled by a mix of anger and protectiveness, Louis decides to confront the neighbour, but not before he passionately reminds Harry who he belongs to.

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drain me (6K) by boyfriendstages | @boyfriendstages

Harry’s obsession with Louis is perfectly normal. Until it’s not.

or, saltburn bathtub scene inspired smut with lots and lots of long buried feelings.

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i love you (it’s ruining my life) (40K) by wildestdreams | @thelavendrhaze

“You’ve been teasing me all night, looking like a fucking dream, and the minute you get me alone, all of that attitude and your games go right out the window, don’t they?” Louis asked, voice low. “Why do you do it?”

Harry grinned, cheeks warm as his palms rested over Louis’ shoulders. “It keeps things interesting, doesn’t it?”

The alpha watched him closely, gaze dark, while he stroked one hand down Harry’s side before settling over the dip of his waist. “I can never tell with you.”

“Tell what?”

“If you like me or not.”

Harry swallowed thickly. “I’m not supposed to like you. I’m supposed to just want to fuck you.”

or

A situationship AU where Harry is one of the most sought-after omega supermodels in the world and Louis is the alpha lead singer of the indie supergroup, The Rogue. The last thing either of them wants is to fall in love.

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come away with me (99k) by suspendrs | @suspendrs

Louis had such big plans. He wanted so much out of life, and so did Amy. Now Bridget is going to grow up without a mother, and she’s always going to wonder what it would be like if this hadn’t happened. He wonders if she’ll blame him for her mother’s death as she gets older, or if she’ll understand that this is just as painful for Louis as it is for her. Louis doesn’t know how he’s going to raise her on his own, because he’s a fantastic father, yes, but he’s always been the fun parent, and Amy was in charge of the rules. He doesn’t know how to make sure Bridget has everything she needs all the time, doesn’t know how to make her favorite meal or how to do that one braid she loves to have in her hair or how to teach her to be the best person she can be. He doesn’t know how to live without Amy, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

Or, Louis has to pick up the pieces of his and his daughter's life after his wife dies, and Harry is a beautiful stranger that just wants to help.

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The weekend (163K) by words_of_my_own

They make the bed together, Louis with his clothes on and Harry still naked, and they laugh a bit about it. But Harry is also rather chuffed about the fact that Louis thirstily lingers with his look on his body more often than not.

When Harry is dressed too, he walks up to Louis, where he waits by the door.

“I wanna kiss you. All the time. Is that bad?” He whispers, crowding Louis against the back of the door, leaning in close to his face.

“I don’t care about the answer, just do it already.” Louis whispers back and grabs Harry by his neck and pulls him in.

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In a universe where Harry's and Louis' respective relationships are idling - without them fully realising it before - they meet at a swinger weekend.

Louis is an experienced swinger goer, and even though Harry probably is the most attractive guy he's ever wanted to hook up with at a party like this, he's supposed to be just that: another swinger hookup.

Harry has never swinged before and soon finds it slightly hard to distinguish between the want for sexual exploration and the want for one particular guy.

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Unbonded (24K) by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom

Harry is an omega who has been cast out from his pack, Louis is the alpha leader of the pack where Harry finds a new home, Liam is an alpha with heart of gold, and Niall is a cook who can't seem to stop setting himself on fire.

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Surprise/Wonder (116K) by emmli28

“H-hi,” Harry stammered.

“Hi!” the blue eyed man replied while he stood up and walked over towards Harry. “I’m Louis,” he said, reaching out his hand to shake Harry's and Harry took it in his. Once again Harry felt a swirl inside his stomach as he touched the softest hand he’d ever held in his. Louis, Harry thought, that must of course be Liam's friend. What a nice surprise.

Or the one where Harry goes on a cottage trip, with his friends Liam, Niall and Zayn and Liam’s new friend Louis, and gets too nervous around Louis because he’s just too beautiful.

Or the one where Harry is obsessed with Louis’ hands and Louis doesn’t mind at all, and where Harry and Louis fall in love and find themselves in the process.

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satellite (99K)  by suspendrs | @suspendrs

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

 “That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Louis needs a house. Harry offers him a home.

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California Sold (123K) by isthatyoularry | @isthatyoularry

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

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Until (61K) by allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

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take me back, take me back (32K) by eynap | @panye

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Niall says. He puts his head between his hands. “How is this happening?”

“I didn’t want to say anything,” Harry says. “I wanted you to figure it out on your own.”

“You think I like Shawn, too?” Niall asks and he’s shocked. “If anyone is supposed to tell me that I’m gay it’s supposed to be my gay best friend!”

Or, Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

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Only Angel (5K) by starryhaze | @starryhaze28

“If I’m an angel, what does that make you?” The angel asks.

“A sinner,” Louis answers.

ʚɞ

or the one where Louis is in Japan and stumbles upon a boy wearing angel wings

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as a river flows (surely to the sea) (50K) by honestlylemmejust

Louis is glad there are these obnoxious green disco lights flashing, because he’s pretty sure he’s blushing a lot and he really doesn’t want anyone to notice. It’s not real; it was just a silly misunderstanding. That’s why he didn’t want this to happen, he didn’t want to know what it could be like. But as long as him and Harry don’t kiss he’s fine, even if they’re both slightly tipsy, he will not kiss his best friend.

He’s afraid if he kisses him it might give him something to miss.

(Harry and Louis are good at pretending and it takes them a few tries to realize they never have to pretend when it comes to each other.)

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Peeping (16K) by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom

Louis hates his job as an accountant and desperately wants to be a teacher. Of course, that would mean going back to uni, which he can’t afford if he wants to keep up the mortgage payments on his house. It’s Niall that suggests Louis gets a housemate.

Harry is great around the house, loves cooking and cleaning, and everything is fine, lovely even. That is until Louis locks himself out of the house, and in his attempts to get inside, he stumbles upon Harry wanking to a video of Louis playing footy.

OR Louis has a thing for his housemate, Harry is under the impression that clothing around the house is an optional extra, and neither of them seem to be able to stop wanking long enough to get their shit together and admit their true feelings.

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gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by resurrectdead

Harry’s a coffee barista with nothing really going on for him except for the occasional flirting with, some, particularly hot male customers. But when a new guy starts coming in, he suddenly doesn’t know what to make out of any single situation anymore.

or: Harry is a hot mess. Liam is a brilliant roommate. Niall is a wise lesbian co-worker. Clifford is a good boy. Louis is a bad boy. Circumstances are bizarre.

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if youve made it this far, heres your icecream🍦

stat time!

1,876,165 words read (8% less than last month)

53 fics read (15% less than last month)

46 authors (21% less than last month)

same time next month?

[skelnexswriting]

Flustered

➪ | Pairing: | König x reader

➪ | Warnings: | Fluff, flustered könig, fem reader, use of y/n, hinted intimacy at the end, 3rd person.

➪ | Summary: | Konig and y/n finally get some time off work and decided to enjoy it with a vacation on the beach. But this is könig’s first time seeing y/n in a bikini and he just cant help himself.

➪ | A/n: | This was anonymously requested so I hope they and everyone enjoys!

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With this field of work, it was hard to get some time off. Y/n and König had been wanting to get away for a bit, but the pair never seemed to find the right time.

Whenever she were able to, he couldn’t and vise versa.

Well until now.

Finally Y/n and könig were given time off at the same time, which meant the two could go off where they wanted.

König told y/n about how he wanted to go to the beach and with the way his eyes lit up at the idea, who was she to deny.

König loved the idea of visiting a nice quiet beach where he could just relax and spend it with the girl he loved most. Where all his stress could just be washed away (literally).

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So now that brings us to the present.

Y/n let König pick the beach since he seemed trilled by the idea. Luckily he was able to find a secluded yet beautiful beach, and off they went.

When they arrived König couldn’t be happier. The place was beautiful. There was so much green with a clear blue ocean to pair with it. Y/n was happy to see him so happy, to her he almost looked like a kid in a candy store.

“come on, lets go put our stuff away then we can head to the beach. Hows that sound big guy?”

“Sounds perfect, mein Schatz”

The view from the room was beautiful as well, it showcased the ocean perfectly and even had a door leading out to the beach.

König was quick to set his things down and change into more beach appropriate clothes. (Which nicely showed off his build)

“You coming?”

Y/n was unpacking the things, while könig was just about ready to run out.

“Yeah, just let me finish up in here and I’ll meet you out there ok?”

König nodded before heading out to the beach.

Just like he wanted the beach was pretty secluded. Far from him there were only few people which was perfect.

König continued his journey to the water, wanting to dip his feet.

He expected the water to be cold but it wasn’t really. It was just warm enough to be nice and relaxing.

He sat at the shore where the water just barely skimmed his feet, enjoying the view and just basking in the moment. It had been a couple minutes before he heard y/n’s voice calling out to him.

“hey handsome, what you doing?”

“just-“

Before König finish, he turned around and his jaw dropped.

There y/n were in a bikini. It was only now that König realized he’s never seen her in one.

The way it showcased her figure should be illegal. Y/n looked like an angel. A goddess even. König couldn’t couldn’t help the way his eyes slowly raked down your body, following every dip and curve.

It was crazy to think her usual cargos and gear was hiding all this, but now her body was on full display.

He was at a loss for words.

“Everything okay König?”

‘Was everything ok? Everything was perfect actually’ ,thought König.

“Ye- yes, everythings fine- Perfect! Everything’s perfect. It’s just- just that you know. I’ve never seen you in..in a-“

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at könig. He was always so cute when flustered. His cheeks dusted with pink while he stuttered trying to find the right words.

“A bikini?”

“Ye-yes that..You lo-look gorgeous my love.”

Y/n moved to sit next to König.

now he had a close and perfect view of…everything. Her thighs, hips, chest..

König was growing more flustered by the minute. His eyes betraying him, stealing glance at y/n’s body. Thinking she didn’t notice but she did.

Purposely looking through her lashes, y/n asked, “Why so flustered big boy?”

She was teasing him. She knew this, even he knew this.

König looked about ready to pounce on y/n. If she kept up with this teasing, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“How can I not be, when you look so lovely, mein Schatz.”

König leaned in close with dark eyes and voice low. He leaned in just close enough for his mouth to just barely tickle her ear.

“But i bet you’d look even better with that thing off.”

And König was right. Y/n definitely looked better with that thing off ;)

[daughterofruins]

Alright, here's another pov, and I'm not saying I'm great at this or something, but c'mon guys thoda acha toh mai bhi likhti hun:))

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POV: Manwa Lage

I never learnt classical dancing, but man did I love it, and that love made me participate in all these dance competitions in intra school level even if I was sure I ended up looking like a cow vibing to nursery rhymes.

With my jhumka set in place, I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. This was it. My first onstage performance after two years of no dancing.

Relax, breathe in and out. You've done this before. Remember, grace.

As soon as I stepped out of the greenroom and into the wings, waiting for my introduction, I knew something was wrong. There were far more people at the back of the hall then required, and I could see a dash of red and grey in the usual pool of white and blue skirts. Before I could give the commotion anymore thoughts, I could hear my name being called.

Right. Grace. Lets go!

As the music started wafting in the air, I allowed my body to softly move from side to side.

Ras bondiyan nayan piya ras rache

Dil dhad dhad dhake shor mache

As I tured around, all I could see was him. Him with his signature stupid smirk, except right now, when his lips were morphed into a smile, with surprise and admiration dripping from his honey brown eyes.

Yun dekh sekh sa lag jaaye

Mai jal jaun bas pyaar bache e e e e.

His eyes were following my movements with a certain...hunger in them, a deep longing embedded in them.

All logic failed me. My eyes were stuck on his. I couldn't, for the live of me, smile at my friends who had made it their personal mission to scream at every move and start a series of applause or my teachers who were as shocked as him, because me and dancing had been as faraway as fire and ice for the last two years.

Aise dore dale, kala jaadu naina kale

Tere mai havale aaja seene se lagale, o mai teraa

I knew I was messing up. Expression was a major criteria in the marking, and currently my eyes were set on certain honeybrown ones that refused to let go of the eye contact.

Oo dono dheeme dheeme chalein

Aaja dono aise milen

There. His smirk was back, his lips falling out of the smile as if it had never been there. Only the dimples still prominent, as though refusing to vanish without my closure. He cockily raised an eyebrow at me.

Zamin pe lage na tere na mere paanv reeeee

I snapped back into reality. This was it. I knew I was not going to win, but man I didnot want to lose because I was distracted, by him, nonetheless.

Manva lage, manva lage,

Lage re saanvre, lage re saanvre

Le tera hua jiya ka jiya ka jiya ka yeh ghav re.

As I did a final twirl, I could feel the push falling out. My left jhumka went for a toss, and landed somehwere with the audience and I was forced to exit the stage. I decided I would come back to look for my jhumka later. Other important concerns were bothering me.

As I exited the stage without looking back to check who was applauding and who wasn't, I was told to go back down to the hall and sit with the other contestants, except, I wasn't told that he would be sitting there.

Exiting the greenroom, I was about to enter the hall when a hand pulled me into the tiny corner adjacent to the hall, used for storing old practical files.

"Aakhir apne jhumke toh sambhal lo, is school ki responsibility baade mein sambhal lena"

There he stood in all his glory, his hand covering my lips in order to prevent me from screaming.

His hands reached for my clammy palms and softly, he dropped the jhumka in my hands. His touch was fleeting and gentle unlike his hands which were big and rough. I couldn't decide which of the two he thought were more fragile, the jhumka or my hand.

"Jhumka girane ka mujhe koi shauk nahi hai. Pata hota tumpe giregi toh mai ghumti hi nahi-"

Cutting me off he leaned closer and whispered,

"Aksar aise mauko pe log thank you bolte hai, lekin aapka pyara jatane ka tareka kuch alag hai, aur us hisab se mujhe thank you se kuch bohot zyada mila chuka hai. So thank you"

And he walked off, winking at me, leaving me with his lingering touch in my hands, and the ghost of his lips on my ears, stupidly making me wonder how they would feel on my neck, or worse, on my lips.

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[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Things seem to be looking up again for you and Ari

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, Ari (as we all know), Ari admittedly being a bit of a creep (but reader is fine with it) mention of nudity, happy adult fun times (everyone please be safe!), violence (man to man), fluff mixed in throughout, language

A/N🎤: So uh..this was a long time in the making🫣 lol. Hopefully you guys like this newest addition!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

Part V

"Thanks. Have a good night," Ari politely tells the delivery guy after exchanging his tip for the Chinese already beginning to spread its savory scent throughout your apartment. Ever the protective caregiver, he insisted you eat even though you didn't have an appetite; especially at this time of night.

"I'll be fine. I usually get cereal or just make a big breakfast the next morning," you explained. It fell on deaf ears though as the suave businessman tapped on his phone ordering something for the both of you.

"You need something Y/N, even you said yourself you haven't had anything since lunch. I know you're hungry."

So as you showered trying to rid your skin of the day's work and the touch of the desperate intruder, he patiently waited on your couch. Listening to the running water pattering on the tub floor and for that eventual knock of your arrived food.

You shouldn't feel shy having given this man every part of you, but that doesn't stop your timid steps entering your small kitchen to see the muscles of his broad back and shoulders flex and move under his button up as he carefully takes out the two containers. One for your soup; the other his box of Lo Mein.

"Hey, just in time," he smiles over his shoulder feeling your presence.

"Thanks," you softly smile taking the plastic bowl from his hand. "Y-You really didn't have to."

"When are you gonna realize that everything I do for you is because I want to?," he smirks handing you a plastic spoon.

You wish he wasn't so nice to you. He shouldn't want anything to do with you right now let alone feed you. That's how any other man would be. Sat on your couch, knee occasionally brushing against his, you were slowly beginning to realize Ari wasn't like other men though. He was trying to show you that from the way he cared for you; wanting to give you everything you wanted, deserved, and more.

And finally, you were ready to surrender and let him.

"It's okay?," he asks wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Mhm," you nod gently smiling. "Yours?"

"Good. Wanna try?"

Leaning down slightly, you let him lift his chopsticks to your mouth placing a few noodles on your tongue. The sweet and spicy chili comfortably tingling your mouth and making you want more. "Mm, that is good!"

"I've never gotten it from this place, but it's just as good as the other one I get it from. Maybe better," he lightly chuckles before silence overtakes the both of you again.

Why was this so difficult? It was just two small words, it shouldn't feel this awkward.

"A-Ari?"

"Hm?"

"I'm...I'm sorry...about everything."

"It's in the past-"

"No, don't. I should've come to you earlier or-or said something that same day.."

"Y/N listen to me," he begins placing both of your respective containers on the table in front of you before turning to hold your hands in his larger ones. His deep blue eyes seemingly boring into your soul but in the most comforting way. "I appreciate your apology. Do I wish you would've come to me first? Yes, but I understand that things didn't look right, and you were just looking after yourself. Truthfully, all of this could've been avoided if I told you I was a father from day one."

He did have a point.

"I just didn't want to scare you off."

Scooting closer, you free your hand to caress his cheek. Inwardly smiling at the prickles of his soft beard against your skin again. Your fingers even drift to the strands flowing just at the base of his neck; equally as soft as you brush them behind his pierced ear. "You having a kid isn't gonna scare me away."

"I'm glad," he softly smiles kissing the inside of your sweet smelling wrist.

"Mind telling me about her?"

"Of course not." Settling into the cushions behind you both, your legs naturally find their way to his lap while his arm on your shoulders brings you closer into his side. "For starters, she's four with the attitude of a 40-year-old."

For hours you sat there happily listening to Ari tell you stories about his daughter and her already budding personality that would surely make his hair fall out by the time she was 20. It was cute really. Watching his soft smile as he scrolled through the images that went with said stories and those she simply insisted her grandma send on her behalf.

"Clearly she got everything from her mom," he stated with a light chuckle.

"I'm not disagreeing, but she seems like the type to not take no for an answer and go for what she wants no matter what. Reminds me of a certain someone in particular," you smirk gently scratching his chin and making him smile harder.

As he searched for one picture in particular, you couldn't help but smile, dreamily gazing at the side of his face. His features illuminated by the blue light of his screen.

There's a hint of pink rising to his cheeks to your kind eyes after feeling them on the side of his head. For the first time tonight he's noticed the time at the top of his phone which now reads 1:23 am.

"You're probably sick of my voice by now." He could be reading the phone book and you'd hang on to every word that passed by his lips. His soothing voice paired with his overall calming aura made him even more addicting to you.

"Never," you smile before a small yawn has you covering your mouth a little embarrassed.

"It's late. I should let you sleep." Carefully moving your legs, he stands throwing away your empty containers before collecting his jacket and keys. "You're not working tomorrow are you?"

"Well, I'm still on schedule," you respond slowly following him to your door. "I guess I should try to."

Sighing, his arms cross in front of his chest clearly not pleased by that answer. "It's your choice, but after tonight I think you should consider taking some time for yourself. Make sure you're really okay."

You knew he was right, and there was even a part of you that felt anxious about being in that building again. Walking down that sidewalk or any other one for that matter.

Twirling the hem of your oversized shirt in your fingers behind your back, you could feel your nerves getting the best of you the longer you stood there under Ari's gaze. You really didn't want him to leave, but he already stayed for so long.

Plus you were sure he had important meetings and other business to tend to tomorrow that you'd hate to jeopardize or come in the way of somehow.

"I-I'll think about it."

He gently nods. "Get some rest. I'll check on you tomorrow."

"Or..." you finally speak up making him halt opening your door any wider. "You could stay?...I-If you want that is."

"Is that what you want?," he asks closing the door behind him. If only you could see how your words lit up every cell in his body. How they set off a batch of butterflies he hadn't felt since Ariane's mother.

"Yea, but-"

"No, no buts. If you want me to stay, then I'll stay. Like I said, I'll give you any and everything you want but you have to use your words."

"I want you to stay with me. Please," you whisper.

Closing the space between you, his hand softly finds the side of your neck with thumb gliding back and forth along your cool jaw. You swear you feel your heart stop then restart faster than it was before as soon as he met your skin. His cologne making its way around you, wrapping your body in the most sensual hug.

"Alright."

"T-This doesn't mean we're having sex though." Your outburst paints him amused chuckling as you try not to cower to your room from further embarrassing yourself in front of this man.

You really needed to stop being so awkward.

"Not that I'm saying it's the only reason you're staying I mean!...A-At least I hope it's not?"

"It is not."

"I-I just read that being so focused on the sex part of making up, you don't truly get to the root of problems you know? Which makes sense-"

"Y/N whatever you want," he smiles trying to calm your rambling. "I'm your guest, I follow your rules ang-"

He stops himself before the rest of the word can leave, clearing his throat as if to collect himself.

You hate you told him to stop calling you that. You missed the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. To you, it was the strongest aphrodisiac around.

"Um if you need to shower you can use my soap, and there's an extra towel and washcloth. I should have another toothbrush somewhere too."

"Lead the way."

-

For the second time tonight, you find yourself nervous. You try to focus on the tv screen perfectly set on top of your dresser showing some nighttime talk show, but it's a difficult task with the man in your bathroom being the biggest distraction you've encountered. Having the bathroom door cracked, the backside of his bare body briefly comes into view as he dries his chest making your eyes immediately dart away and cheeks warm - your thighs clenching a bit as well.

You don't even know why you're nervous, it's not like you haven't spent the night together before.

There was something about the way he carried himself and his confidence though that always made you flustered when around him. Always feeling as if you were in the presence of one of the popular kids you were desperately trying to impress when you didn't need to.

A bit of leftover steam follows behind when he opens the door with his grey sweats hanging low (endless thanks to past Ari for leaving that pair in his trunk). The smell of soap drifting from his skin as he slides in bed beside you.

"You sure this is okay?," he asks. "I don't mind the couch."

"It's fine! U-Unless you'd rather..."

"If you're fine, then so am I," he smiles with hands slightly raised. "Just wanted to make sure."

"Okay," you nod. "Um you can turn the channel if you're not tired yet. O-Or you can turn it off, whichever you want."

"I might sit up for a bit. You go ahead and get some sleep, you had a long day." It's like a reaction how you hear the word 'sleep' and your body feels just how drained it actually is. A yawn even slipping past your lips again as you get comfortable making Ari smile to himself.

"Okay, goodnight," you whisper with eyes closed and glad to be in your bed.

"Goodnight Y/N."

There's something still eating at your brain though, making that deep sleep you need just out of reach. Opening your eyes, you watch Ari's chest slowly rise and fall as his eyes stay trained on the talk show host playing some game with his guest. Quietly chuckling along with the crowd as his hand brushes his hair out of his face.

"Ari?," you barely whisper nervously biting the corner of your lip. His eyes immediately find yours giving you all of his attention.

"...for some reason, I get the feeling that it wasn't a coincidence you were there. I mean, you haven't come to the restaurant in weeks but then show up tonight..."

Scratching the back of his neck he sighs, a bit apprehensive about how you'd react to his explanation.

"It wasn't...because I've uh, I've been checking in on you the past few days."

"You have?," you ask sitting up against the headboard.

"I saw you were working nights now when walking by to meet with a client one night. You were sweeping then to trying to close up. From that day, I walked by just on the other side of the street to make sure you got out okay. I-I would've said something, but I didn't want to freak you out or anything since we weren't really talking at the time."

Your silence is unsettling as your eyes never leave his, only making him even more worried he'd lost you once again. Possibly for good this time.

"I promise I wasn't stalking you or anything. I was just worried with it bein' so late and you by yourself-,"

He's unable to finish his sentence with your soft lips on his. Soon your body is following too, straddling his hips while his hands gently find the sides of your face keeping you attached as if he was afraid you'd disappear or let go. It wasn't until this moment he realizes just how much he missed your lips. How your skin felt under his touch.

A pinch to your hip has you gasping and leaving enough of an opening his minty tongue can explore yours making you softly moan, and feel as if you'd melt into a puddle at any moment. Hands on his chest, you're reluctant to pull away but your need for air is beginning to outweigh your need for Ari right now.

Neither of you completely separate though, as you catch your breaths. Short giggles and chuckles occasionally filling the air around you while your noses tap against each other and Ari sneaks light pecks against your skin. "Thank you...for looking out for me that is," you shyly smile.

"That's something you never have to thank me for." The deeper timbre of his voice against your lips has a shiver running over your body and a pulse coming from your core undoubtedly felt by him as well. Tracing one of the many tattoos forming the half sleeve that carried from his right bicep to his chest, his face nuzzles against your neck - with beard tickling against your berry scented skin - and mouth soon finds the spot he knows easily makes you purr.

And the fact that he remembered only has your body heating up even more.

"A-Ari?...One last thing?," you ask stopping his work along your jaw.

"Hm?"

"Can...can I be your angel again?" Oh, you'd be the death of him for sure.

The way your soft, midnight eyes met his filled with this nervousness like you were admitting you'd done something wrong, was a direct hit to his heart. Your curled lashes daintily hitting your cheeks with every blink making him internally groan.

He was really trying to be good and follow your rule, but the part of him filling with lust just wanted to ruin you right then and there.

"Who said you ever stopped?," he smirks shifting his hand on your cheek so his thumb could glide back and forth over your bottom lip. And when you daringly - yet slowly - part your lips giving careful kitten licks to the tip all the while maintaining eye contact, he feels himself swell and throb harder than it ever has before.

Leaning forward, this kiss is a bit rougher and needier than the one before. Feeling a twitch below you, your hips seem to develop a mind of their own starting to grind and buck in small movements. Ari's deep groan vibrates your fingers on his chest as he holds you impossibly closer messaging the little space between your thigh and lower abdomen with his thumb only making your want grow until you couldn't take it anymore.

Slightly parting again, you try to lift your shirt over your head only to be stopped by strong hands over your wrists.

"Wait," he sighs, trying to gain his breath as well. "I don't want you to breaking your rule.”

A small smile graces your partially swollen lips at how sweet he was respecting your boundaries, but it was only making that pulse worse as you felt more slick follow. "I appreciate that..but since I made the rule I'm also allowed to choose exceptions right?"

"True," he answers with a gentle nod letting go of your wrists to place his hands on your heated thighs. "If it's what you truly want angel."

Your shirt discarded to the floor, his eyes take in your body on display before him - so intimately and full of desire - as his lips curl into his signature, swooning smile making your cheeks heat along with the rest of your body. "W-What?", you nervously giggle.

He simply shakes his head gliding his hands along your thighs. "Do you realize how perfect you are?"

You can't help but shyly duck your head momentarily stunned hearing those words. You've never heard them from any man before, nor believed it for yourself no matter how long you tried those self-help books to increase your confidence. There were so many things you'd immediately change right now if you could.

As if knowing you were about to politely disagree, his lips are on yours. One of his hands smoothing up your back and pulling you closer to his chest, while the other shifts to your front groping and pinching until tiny moans are vibrating your throat. His mouth hungrily makes its way from your jaw to your bare chest causing you to slightly arch your back attempting to give him all the access he wanted. You can't help but place your hand over his - slightly begging for more and encouraging him - eagerly groping and plucking at whatever side wasn't occupied by his mouth. Louder mewls and moans crawl from your throat as your hips move faster needing something more to satisfy you.

"Ari..p-please," you whisper on the tail end of a moan, but he already knows easily rolling you both over with one hand pressing your hip to the bed while the other is just by your head.

"I know sweetheart, I know," he whispers - slightly panting himself trying to control his urge to immediately push his way into your dripping core and feel you tightly wrapped around him again - before kissing your pout away. "Be patient for me though okay?"

Nodding your head gets you another dizzying kiss as his free hand pulls his sweats down until he can kick them off. His member at full attention and red making you squirm and more slick flow needing him to fill you again.

You would usually have a problem with him pilfering through your nightstand as if it was his own, but your already hazy and lustful brain is only focused on the small, square foil between his lips. How he easily rips it open and rolls it up, giving himself a couple strokes after; making him grunt and his hips lightly rut forward.

The first time, you credited his probable years of experience to how he was able to know just where to go and the right amount of pressure or speed to apply to have you a moaning, babbling mess. But now, as you both moved scarily perfect together you thought otherwise.

The way your legs fit along the contours of his sides wrapping along his hips reminded you of an intricate puzzle piece as your bodies slapped and slid together adding to the already present vocals in the room. There was no fumbling or awkwardness as you easily met or punctuated each of his movements, and vice versa, as if you were finishing each other's sentence.

"A-Ari," you pant. Your nails raking down his back only spurring the rapid movement of his hips more as he moans against your neck. "I'm-"

"I know. Go ahead angel I'm here. I got you," he states against your ear knowing how the sound of his voice could push you to that shattering release only he'd been able to get you to.

This wasn't just experience at work. This...thing between you and Ari was something rare that took people years and countless tries to achieve that seemed to come naturally as if you were truly meant for each other.

And as he gave his final, deep rut - careful not to crush you with his entire weight when exhaustion finally took over - Ari certainly felt it too.

-

The tip of his index finger softly draws circles along the smooth skin of your thigh lying across his leg as he watches the sun rise outside your window. Shallow breaths from your nostrils fanning against the hairs of his chest making him smile down at your still sleeping form partially covered by your thin, pale green sheet. After four rounds, he should still be asleep too, but his internal clock just wouldn't let him rest for long.

That plus his excitement about having you in his arms again.

"You're so beautiful," he quietly speaks leaning down to kiss the top of your head. Meanwhile you lie unfazed as you continue sleeping. The comfortable silence is soon interrupted though with the dull thud of a bass vibrating the walls. Then he hears the loud laugh of someone in the hall clearly on the phone from not hearing another voice as he continued talking.

"Must be that neighbor you talked about," he thinks carefully getting out of bed trying not to wake you. You only groan as you roll deeper onto his side of the bed sinking your face further into his pillow.

Once his sweats are back on and he's quickly brushed his teeth, he's walking towards the front door and opening it to find Tate (or was it Nate?) with his door wide open as he drops a large trash bag outside the door. Clearly there was mostly bottles inside from the clinking as he walked with it.

The heavy metal coming from the speaker a step below blaring as Ari cracked your door behind him stepping further into the outdated hall with chipped paint and creaky floors. "Hey! 'Scuse me," Ari calls getting the man's attention just as he comes out with another bag.

He appeared to be in his 20s and like most of the spoiled frat boys that tried to huff and puff their way into Shiloh's club. Or anywhere really.

Short blonde hair, Ari could tell he mostly trained his upper body from the disproportion in his upper and lower half, while the tattoos that littered his arms looked as if a child did them.

"Yea?"

"Could you turn that down a bit? S'kinda loud and some of us are tryin to sleep."

"Oh, well in that case..no," he sarcastically smiles placing his bags of trash in the shoot right next to his door.

"Look, you don't have to cut it off alright? Just dial back the bass."

"And as I said earlier, no."

Ari was losing his patience with this kid.

"You see, I pay rent and live here just like everyone else, which means I have the right to do whatever and play my music however loud I want," he retorts taking a step closer and closer until he meets Ari in the hall trying to be the intimidating one even though the top of his head just barely reached Ari's chin. It nearly made Ari laugh in his face. "If you, that shy, sweet little snack of a girlfriend of yours, or anyone else has a problem then tough."

At the mention of you, Ari's hand was clutching his neck pinning him to the wall so he could really be at his eye level. Sputtering, the younger boy's hands try to grip and slap at Ari's to let him go as his legs flail about, but nothing seems to work.

"L-Let me go you psycho!"

"Mention my girl ever again, and your dismembered body goes down this fucking shoot like the trash you are." He can only gasp for breath still trying to loosen Ari's grip as he nods.

"Now be a good boy and turn down the music before I shove that speaker so far up your ass, the only language you'll be able to speak is static." Finally letting him go, he immediately falls to the floor coughing and trying to hurriedly wipe away the tears running down his face.

A simple smile quickly appears on Ari's face gazing down at your neighbor as if nothing happened. "Who the hell is this guy?," he thought holding onto his sore neck as he scurried back to his door.

"Thanks for understanding man, really means a lot," Ari winks returning to your door. "Oh! And let's not have this talk again, yea? The moment I hear you're bothering my girl, I don't think you'd like to see what's gonna happen."

Hurrying into his apartment and quickly locking the door, the music immediately stops and a chuckle not belonging to Ari breaks through the momentary silence. He was so focused on his target, he didn't notice the elderly lady step out her door wondering what was happening hearing arguing outside.

Shit.

Clearing his throat, a nervous hand passes through his hair as he offers her a small smile. "I-I'm sorry if I-"

"Why are you apologizing? 'Bout time that little shit got what he deserved," she states making Ari chuckle to himself.

"Well uh you have a good day," he politely waves walking back to your apartment unknowingly being checked out by the older woman.

"Mhm you too dear," she smiles tilting her thin, silver frames down on her nose as her eyes followed the muscles in his back and butt until they were no longer in sight.

"Ari?," you call from your bed. You quickly reach over to grab your shirt from the floor throwing it over your head just in case.

"I'm right here," he answers appearing in the doorway with that tilted smile you adored so much.

He knew it was impolite to stare, but how could he not with you sitting there radiant as the morning sun gently beaming on the waiting petals of wildflowers wanting to be warmed. Your curls beautifully disheveled atop your head just barely affected by your vigorous late night activities. He never let them know, but he could tell when the few women of his past would sneak out of bed to primp themselves. Lightly dusting foundation, blush, or whatever else they thought would help on their face before slipping back into his arms pretending as if they'd just woken up themselves.

You didn't need it though.

Not to say he didn't appreciate when you did have your face done up and lips painted that glossy brown or deep pinkish red he loved so much. It took every ounce of willpower not to take you in the nearest room and mess it up the night of his uncle's party. But that natural glow also had a hold on him he'd never be rid of.

Then again, that was probably just your doing all on your own.

"Hi."

"H-Hi," you shyly smile tucking a loose curl behind your ear trying to clear the hoarseness from your throat. "Quite a sight, huh?"

"Angel you have no idea." He smoothly strides over to you and your unmade bed holding himself up by his fists on the mattress as he leans forward to meet your lips. Your hand instinctively cupping the side of his neck while a cloud of haze joins - though still present in your mind from last night - as your lips move together similar to the intimate dance of your bodies just a few hours ago.

"Sei bella al mattino," he whispers against your lips leaving a minty tingle.

"Wha-? I don't know what that means.."

"I said you're beautiful in the morning," he softly smiles pecking your lips once more. He's like a prince from a fairytale, and you can't help but feel giddy letting him woo you speaking the sweetest words.

"Oh..um thank you. You're not bad yourself." Especially when he's in front of you as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself. His bare chest perfectly dusted with hair and sweats just low enough you could see that hair eventually disappear beneath the band teasing you.

"Thank you angel," he grins before noticing your furrowed brows as you gaze towards the wall. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just quiet for once," you smile slightly tilting your head in the direction of your usually noisy neighbor just to make sure your ears weren't lying to you. Sure enough, all you could hear was the cars as they passed with the occasional blow of their horn. Even the birds calling as they flew by. "Must be gone."

"Or maybe he finally had a change of heart?," Ari turns to sit on the edge of the bed.

If the idiot knew what's good for him, he'd already be looking up apartments across the country and halfway moved out.

"We can only dream," you sigh removing the sheets from across you to try to stand on somehow still tingly legs. It makes him bite his lip trying to keep his proud grin hidden watching you quickly try to recover from your slight stumble as if nothing happened.

"So, what's the plan for today?"

"Well I got a text from my boss earlier saying how I could take off for a while with everything that happened. Recommended it really until I'm okay."

"Good."

"And I usually volunteer at this kids center on weekends.”

A soft smile forms on his lips remembering one of your early morning talks at the restaurant. How your eyes brightened more than he'd ever seen when you spoke about your time at the center and the many interactions with various kids.

He's fairly sure that was the same day he fell for you.

"But with my car still being fixed-,"

"If you wanna go, I can always take you."

"No it's fine," you reply waving him off as you begin to open drawers and move about the room trying to find something to wear for the day. "Plus you have work, and I don't want to take your time."

His hand quickly reaches out grabbing yours to stop you from walking by. Slowly bringing you closer to stand between his legs, his warm palms find the back of your thighs as he peers up at you with cyan eyes and hair still perfectly framing his beautiful face.

"You wouldn't be taking it if I'm offering," he smirks running his thumbs along the soft skin just below your bare cheeks. "And I thought we settled this last night? Or was I not convincing enough?"

The deepened timbre of his voice paired with that soft yet intensely ardent gaze has your breath stuck in your throat. You desperately want to clinch your legs together in fear of your growing slick dripping on his fingers and down to the carpet but his grip has you stuck in place. As if that's what he wants to happen.

Surely he was able to see your heart's increased pace against your chest as you stood strongly considering pouncing on the man in front of you and staying in. "N-No, you were."

"Then you know what I'm gonna say next."

"Ask a-and whatever I want is mine," you timidly answer lightly biting the corner of your lip - and unbeknownst to you, making a slight tent form in his pants as a silent groan of want sits unreleased in his head.

"Good girl."

You'd never expect those two words to cause such a reaction out of you, but leave it to Ari and his sinfully smooth voice to leave you nearly feral.

Your entire body heats and a moan almost slips feeling too flustered for your own good. "I-I'm gonna go and um shower then," you nervously smile, begrudgingly leaving his grasp as he stands.

Just like last night, watching him nearly walk away has a surge of confidence - or maybe it was your now throbbing core - overtaking you, reaching to curl your finger in the pocket of his sweats and gently pulling him towards you. His brow slightly raises, but he easily follows waiting for whatever comes next.

"Come with me. Please?"

Without words, he grasps the back of your thighs easily lifting you so your legs wrap around his middle and your arms around his neck making you giggle as his lips desperately find yours.

“See? Not so hard now was it?,” he whispers against your lips before walking both of you into the bathroom.

-

Parking in front of the center, the eyes of those passing by are on the luxury car not usually seen in this area. And you can’t help but feel your cheeks heat at how those eyes would be on you once you leave said car.

“What time’s pickup?,” he asks. His hand gently squeezing your thigh bringing you out of your brief anxiousness.

“Oh um it’s okay. I can ride with Tyla o-or someone else. I don’t want you riding all around town-,”

“I’d drive across the country if you needed me to angel. Hell, if you just wanted to.” The look in his eyes tells you he’d do it with no hesitation. “Now, when you get ready let me know. Okay?”

You nod as his hand moves from your thigh to the back of your neck bringing your mouths together in one of those numbing kisses you were becoming addicted to. Already were if you were honest.

“I’ll see you later then,” you softly smile securing your backpack on your shoulders.

“Think about what you want for dinner,” Ari winks as you take that final step on the sidewalk. Your chest - and everywhere else - tingling and filled with a type of joy only those in romantic movies seemed to convey.

-

“This the building?”

“Yea.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! I’ve been hanging around here long enough; that’s where he lives. Top floor penthouse.”

“Not surprised. Pretty boy’s always been used to the finer side of life.”

“So, when do we get him?”

“Soon, but we wait until timing’s right. Make sure Levinson doesn’t see it coming.”

[politemagic]

wait ok so consider stalker IV following you around while you're starting a new job in a new city and he's watching and making sure no one on earth gets near you, and when some guy does... and oh okay just

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It was cold, dark, and I was desperate for some chicken lo mein. I had found a decent place, on the edge of the city after two weeks of experiments with random takeout joints. The bag was too hot, plastic handles knotted together and I was nearly jogging back to my apartment. I could feel eyes on me. They were ever present, had been since I'd moved here. I'd grown used to the feeling of an intense gaze on the back of my neck.

But now, there were footsteps. Close. Too close. I paused, listening to see if they were still following me. They were. I began to attempt to cross the street. The footsteps followed. My palms grew slick against the steaming bag of food. I didn't dare glance backwards. I hadn't thought the eyes were a real person, just the transition from a small town to a city. Under the din, I could make it out now - there were two sets of footsteps right behind me. No, no, no, this cannot be happening to me. I slid past a dark alley and that was when I heard a new noise. Feet, dragging. Muffled yelling, as though a palm was pressed to a mouth. It sounded as though someone had grabbed someone else and shoved them into the alley or something.

I turned around. A man, broad back to me, had another man pinned against the alley wall. The pinned man was a greasy, lanky looking creep with dead eyes. Definitely someone who would follow unsuspecting people around.

"Hey, c'mon man, I didn't know she was yours," the guy wheezed out. The other guy, the attacker, jammed a brutal fist into the creep's stomach. Pain burst across the creep's features. His mouth opened, the attacker jerked his arm again, and blood trickled out of his mouth. Holy shit, he just stabbed that guy!

"You'll never make that mistake again," the guy growled, before lowering the creep to the ground. He turned, kind of awkward, on his knees and looked up at me. Dark blue eyes pinned me in place. A mask obscured most of his face. He cocked his head. I heard him swallow.

"Did I do good?"

KKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEEEEE

he’s coming home with me. we’re sharing the chicken lo mein because a good boy indeed.

@moonchild-in-blue ARE YOU SEEING THIS?????

more thoughts below because i’m feeling it today✨

he’s not wild about my sketchy apartment complex, he’s seen enough dirtbags go through that door to feel uneasy leaving me by myself. who’s to say one of them won’t get any ideas down in the laundry room?

“how are you feeling?” he asked worriedly.

“a little shaken, i won’t lie. but i’m lucky you were there,”

his chest surged with pride, the weight of his knife in his pocket a reminder of the lengths he would go to for his darling.

“i would never let anyone else hurt you.”

i wasn’t sure if it was the shock from the earlier encounter or the protective glint in his eyes, but against my better judgement…

“would you… would you stay with me? just for tonight?”

iv slept on the side of the bed closest to the door, a warm, protective arm pressing my back against his chest. i couldn’t deny that i slept easier with him beside me, living alone in the city had been a bit nerve-wracking.

maybe that was why i didn’t say anything when i saw him waiting for me after work with an outstretched hand.

“ready to go home?”

it has been a ✨day✨ and you sent this when i was on my second drink so you get tipsy em word vomit <3

[skelletonscloset]

Black and Blue kisses

before you begin reading i want to preface ive never played COD i wrote this for a friend but changed their oc’s name into y/n and used gender neutral terms. please be aware there are swear words (though mostly in a different language). i attached a little word bank on the bottom for those who care!! (those were also quickly looked up so please don’t come after me if they are wrong 😭 but without further ado, plewse enjoy, Black and Blue Kisses.

(art is not mine)

Heavy footsteps pounded on the tile floors of the bunker, the soldier muttering curses in a language that the others couldnt understand. “Verdammt, where are they?” Konig mumbled, his hand under his chin in thought.

“Konig relax, they’ll be here in no time, they’re probably just running a bit behind,” Ghost said from his place at the table. In a nervous frenzy the beast of the man walked over to one of the windows and ripped back the curtains, peering into the dark night. “Verdammter Scheiß! “ 

When his green eyes didnt seem to pick up on his missing partner he cursed under his breath again, storming away from the window to resume pacing. 

Ghost and Soap looked at eachother, sharing concerned glances about their friend. Konig was never this uptight about anything, yet he was clearly distraught about this situation. 

The heavy door of the bunker swung open, revealing a pretty beat up and bloodied y/n

“y/n!” His thick accent didnt hide the evident concern in his hard voice. The big door slammed shut and startled the smaller girl. 

The other two decided it would be best to leave the room and give them some space. Konig rushed over to them and knelt down on one knee to their height. His eyes scanned their  figure, looking for any injuries. y/n  had cuts and bruises all over their arms and legs, bruised and bloody knuckles. “y/n..” 

His big hands took in their small ones, examining the black and blue bones of their knuckles. “Scheiße…” Despite his fear and frustration he gently took them by the arms and walked them to the table. WIthout sparing even a few words he picked them up from under the arms and sat them on top of the table. 

His hands made quick work of taking off their tactical belt and vest, gently removing the helmet and setting it aside. “Stay.” he said, walking off into one of the bathrooms. 

y/n could hear him aggressively rummaging through the cabinets, knocking things over and cursing loudly. Within the minute he returned carrying a medium sized box. With surprising anger he put the box on the table and flicked it open. “Show me your hands, and while you're at it, tell me what the hell happened.” 

y/n slowly showed him her hands, their lips quivering as they spoke softly. “I just got… held up. The mission was harder than I thought it was going to be and I thought I could handle it and be back at a reasonable time…” they inhaled a deep breath, “When i thought i had handled all the enemies, a few more showed up and-” 

“Blödsinn. y/n you KNOW youre supposed to radio for back up when that kind of shit happens!” Konig’s voice was raised while he applied the antiseptic patches to their bloody knuckles, noting how they hissed in a deep breath. 

“I know Konig i-” y/n  sputtered, warm, salty tears welled up in their deep e/c eyes, it wasnt long before they overflowed, waterfalling down their cheeks. “I-i didnt mean to… to make you worried.. Are you-are you mad at me?” y/n’s  words were slurred by the tears, occasionally wincing as he cleaned up the other wounds. 

Konig stopped what he was doing, the pleading of their voice, the way it shook as they cried. y/n was… apologizing for… worrying him? they were apologizing to him? He checked himself and took a deep inhale through his nose. His tone was much gentler now, still its usual raspiness, but warm and sincere. “y/n  its… no, no i'm not mad at you mein liebling…” his large hand cupped their cheek and wiped away the streaming tears with his thumb. “I just.. Got worried… you were gone for a long time, i was so worried…” His voice cracked. 

Their glossy eyes looked up at him with a gentle expression. Despite their crying, red nose and puffy eyes, Konig still thought they looked beautiful. The glossy eyes staring up at him looked as though all the stars were poured into those captivating eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips, though it wasnt like they  could tell. “Oh engelchen…” he whispered. “Im so glad youre alive and okay…” 

He cleaned up the rest of the wounds on their arms and wrapped them up with gauze and antibacterial cream, tying it up with bandages. “There, youre all cleaned up now..” 

He hesitated for a moment before slowly pulling y/nagainst him into a hug. “Oh please y/n… you… please let me know when this kind of thing happens. If something had happened to you i wouldve gone in guns blazing just to kill the fotze that hurt you.” His voice was stern but still sincere. 

y/n  sniffed, wiping their nose. “Thank you.. Konig… I mean it.” 

There was a brief pause. Konig lifted up the cover on his face. He kneeled over and kissed each wound that he bandaged, careful not to injure or hurt them further. He took their hands into his once again and kissed on each of their knuckles, taking it slow and gentle, making it a point to have them feel the warmth of his lips through the bandages. When he finished he leaned in, brushing their hair away from her forehead with one hand and then leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to their forehead. “For hell’s sake.. Never do that again..” he whispered, his cheeks tinted pink and a soft smile on his lips. 

Verdammt - goddammit 

Verdammter Scheiß - bloody hell 

Scheiße - shit

Blödsinn - bullshit

mein liebling - my darling

Engelchen - angel 

 Fotze - c*nt/motherfucker

I hope you enjoyed your read!! i apologize if there was a term that forgot to be changed when altering this oneshot for tumblr!

[archeryqueen95]

I was tagged by the amazing @narcobarbies !! Thank you so much for tagging me!! 🥰💕🥰💕🥰💕🥰

Last Song: Off the Record by IVE

Song Stuck in my Head: Every Summertime by Niki

Favorite Color: Purple, Green, Black, Blue sometimes Pink

Currently Watching: Sex Education, Money Heist, and Found on Peacock

Currently Reading: I've been reading a lot of lately. So, I would definitely pick: Hiding a Vampire by @jonghoslvt , The Thing About Pretty Boys by @marycorcaroli , Private Lessons by @anundyingfidelity , Something Else by @misslovasstuff , Strawberry and Black Tea by @bowieandqueen11 , Caramel, Salted by @citrinae , and Distraction by @obscure-imagines

Currently Craving: That's amazing question! I'm craving love and affection!!! 😂😂😂😂 But, for food definitely craving Honey Chicken Chipotle Strips from Chili's and Chinese food

Last Movie:  Anna Lucasta (1958)

Sweet, Spicy, Savory: All of the Above because I'm greedy! 😂🤣😂

Relationship Status: Very single 😪😪 * in Debbie Jelinsky voice* Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?

Current Obsession: I'm not really sure what I'm obsessed with of lately. I guess it would be health, my painting skills, and mental health

3 Favorite Foods: I'm addicted to good food. So, I'm going to list them all:  Crab Rangoons, Spinach and Artichoke dip, Southwestern Egg rolls, Cinnamon rolls, Brownies, Pound cakes, Cheesecakes, Cookies, Pancakes, Waffles, Dumplings, Potstickers, Ham Lo Mein, General Tso's chicken, Orange Chicken, Hunan Wings, House Special Fried Rice, Shrimp Egg Foo Young, Moo Shu Pork, Crunchwrap Supremes, Chicken Chalupas, Cinnamon Twists, Coconut Shrimp, and Crispy Honey-Chipotle Chicken

Last Thing I Googled: List of Christmas Movies to Watch

Dream Trip: I want to travel the world actually one day. My dream destinations would be: South Korea, Japan, Maldives, Hawaii, Bora Bora, London, Singapore, France, Biloxi, Mississippi and Bali

Anything I Want Right Now: I want to go to sleep and I want Chinese food

I'm going to be tagging (No Pressure!) I Love Y'all!!!: @cmcclain001 @5tar1117 @evilgeniusandcats @untilspringdays @seungkwan-s @syeiralei @unica-angel @thenerdybonbon @laymedead @to1gf @stardustspell @atinystraykid @xandis @baekhyunsbambi @siyeona @blackinkedobsession @mars-aria @iamcon-fu-sion @negrowhat   @saudadewrites @sweetcantae @cozygurlll @ravensfreckles @six2vii @dreamsxannie @astarkey @youremysputnik @sinpiesinpie @lovwonho @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @lonesplendour   @inlove-withfrogs @hydesjackiespuddinpop @soolucky @ijkailm @trashlord-007 @cakeandcloth @lunaintheskyforever @aengustheprizewinninghog @grl-supremacy @dental-jewelry @hohowonho

[landboundstar]

Batfamily drabble

Day Pass and Trade Secrets chapters are in progress, but had an attack plot bunny that needed to write out before could get those moving again. Hope you enjoy.

Family Is Messy

I'm going to tell you how it ended right now. 

What? That surprises you? Hello, I'm Spoiler. It's in the name.

My family is messy.

You probably think I'm joking. That this is a punchline, part of a joke.

Nope.

We are a mess.

I normally stay out of the worst of it. But, I needed a file from Oracle.

And she needed someone to help pick up takeout on the way.

"I'll pull the file from the Batcave."

That's what she told me before she opened the door.

What she had not told me was the chaos that they lived in when Alfred and Bruce had to leave for a few days.

"What the -"

"You didn't wonder when I asked about getting takeout? Alfred and Bruce are away until Monday."

I heard her say that, but my brain was still catching up with what I was seeing.

Jason and Tim were working at a table with two different types of mechanical stuff disassembled in front of them. I was assuming Tim's side was the one with computer chips and Jason's side was the one that was covered with pipes. But I wasn't sure what was in pieces, so it really was a guess.

Damian was painting on the floor, two cats circling around him, leaving green and blue paw prints behind.

Cass was pounding her pointe shoes on the floor over and over.

And Grayson was sitting in the corner, repotting plants. 

"When did you two get plants?" I turned and asked Barbara.

"Oh, I keep a few of my plants in the conservatory. There's more room." He dusted his hands off, and I watched as flecks of dirt fell like brown glitter.

I looked around, trying to take this in, comparing it to the normally immaculate living room.

"Alfred is going to kill you."

Barbara took the takeout away from me with a laugh. "No. That's why they text us before they come back. Movie night?"

I ended up on the couch, eating lo mein out of the box and arguing with Grayson about the best places to get ice cream in Gotham.

What can I say?

My family is messy.

[druckkugelschreiber]

WIP Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday!

Thanks for the tag @judithmactir

I don't have any WIPs in english at the moment (I mean I always have WIPs lol but I've only been writing this for weeks). So I translated from my original fantasy novel (which includes Cipher of course) I'm currently writing. It's mostly dialogue for a scene I hopefully will be writing soon. The original version in German will be below the cut if you want it in the original

"Oh great now I got glitter everywhere! I'm never getting rid of it again!" I turned around to Cipher who still chilled on the bed while I was already completly dressed. "It even managed to stay on despite the shower and a bath AND me letting my wings disappear multiple times. How can that be?!"

Cipher smirked. "Such are the laws of glitter."

I glared at her, or tried to which wasn't easy in the face of her grin. I walked over to her and straddled her lap. "Well, let's see if you still find it funny if I shower you in glitter."

"If that's the case I want it to be blue", Cipher said, her voice rough.

She wanted me to put my colour on her. My heart practically flew to her feet. "I can do that", I whispered against her lips and kissed her deeply.

Cipher moaned into my mouth with one hand at the back of my neck. "Can't you spend the day in bed with me?"

"No, I have a training exercise with Artemas as you well know."

"Yes, but how can it be that you always have the important exercises when I have a day off?"

I grinned. "You're the queen. You make the plans. You find out why that happens."

Cipher almost pouted. I leaned back to leave the bed, but she briefly held me in place.

"Cipher", I laughed.

She kissed me again. "Have fun."

"Thanks", I stole another kiss and then made sure to leave the bed before I was tempted to spend the day there with her after all.

„Na super jetzt habe ich über all Glitzerstaub! Ich werde den gar nicht wieder los!“ Ich drehte mich zu Cipher um, die immer noch auf dem Bett lag während ich schon komplett angezogen war. „Er schafft sogar da zu bleiben obwohl ich geduscht und gebadet habe UND meine Flügel mehrmals verschwunden lassen habe. Wie kann das sein?“

Cipher grinste „das sind die Regeln des Glitzerstaubs.“

Ich sah sie finster an oder versuchte es was im Angesicht ihres Grinsens nicht einfach war. Ich ging zu ihr rüber und setze mich auf ihren Schoß „mal gucken ob du es auch noch so witzig findest wenn ich dich vollglitzere.“

„Dann aber bitte in blau“ sagte cipher rau.

Sie wollte das ich ihr meine Farbe aufdrückte. Mein Herz legte sich ihr praktisch zu Füßen. „Das kriege ich hin“ flüsterte ich an ihren Lippen und küsste sie innig.

Cipher stöhnte in meinen Mund mit einer Hand an meinem Nacken. „Kannst du nicht den Tag mit mir im Bett verbringen?“

„Nein ich habe Training mit Artemas wie du sehr genau weißt.“

„Ja aber wie kann es sein das du immer wichtige Manöverübungen hast, wenn ich mal frei habe?“ 

Ich grinste. „Du bist die Königin und machst die Pläne, finde das mal heraus.“

Cipher sah etwas schmollend aus. Ich zog mich zurück. Sie hielt mich kurz fest.

„Cipher“sagte ich mit einem Lachen.

Sie küsste mich noch einmal. „Viel Spaß heute.“

„Danke“ Ich stahl noch einen Kuss und sah dann zu das ich wegkam sonst würde ich doch noch den Tag mit ihr im Bett verbringen. 

Wir ignorieren bitte etliche Rechtschreib- oder Grammatikfehler lol

[seagullcharmer]

teehee tag game time!! thank u @traitorsinsalem <3

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better! thanks logan :D

relationship status: single, not looking for anyone

fav color: most any pastel! especially, blue, green, and pink!

song stuck in my head: mothers talk / tears for fears

last song I listened to: technically a piece, but the academic festival overture by brahms

3 favorite foods: ooh this is tough.... homemade pasta salad, lo mein from my local family-run chinese restaurant (with extra sriracha),

last thing I googled: 2b hair pixie cut

dream trip: currently dreaming abt going to visit my friends <3

anything i want right now: to be good at viddy game 👍

tagging @basilica-gel @cherrylavendertea @ultimaid @heliocentral @offseerflute @starcrossed-sky @rarmaster @sorceressrinoa @sylvaniian @dykevirgo @cygnahime if y'all want to!! :-)

[ashitomarisu]

Delicious Party Precure (Final Thoughts)

(Bro, chill).

Now that I have gotten through another Precure season, allow me to share some opinions.

Prior to watching this, my first impression was honestly not too optimistic when it originally aired. Kirakira Precure a la Mode also had a food-related theme, albeit more on desserts than actual cuisine. Nonetheless, I had a quota and this was the most recent completed season available; it was bound to happen.

With 45 episodes, this is another short Precure season (alongside Healin' Good), although it works. The plot basically has our protagonists protecting Recipepes from being stolen by the Bundoru Gang. Exactly what are these "Recipepes"?

(Great. I'm getting Healin' Good vibes again, but without the Furi.)

Answer: These adorable food fairies that are subjected to getting kidnapped in almost every episode. They actually belong to three different groups: rice, noodle, and bread. That's where our fairy mascots come in as the protectors of these groups.

Kome-Kome is the main "marketing" mascot (and Cure Precious's partner) of this season (and ends up being the youngest of the three as the story progresses). Obviously, she doesn't talk much at first until later on when she gains power and eventually gains enough strength to lend a hand with the cures. Of course, this is a fox-like mascot, which I adore.

(Fuck, they named one after my aunt. WTF Toei?)

Then, there's Pam Pam, Cure Spicy's partner. She's my least favorite (and not because she's a pompous ass). The writers did not try hard enough to convince me that she is better than the other two; which sucks because I'm a dog and bread lover. *sad face*

(Crunchyroll, it is prounounced "men" not "mem").

Men-Men is the dragon-like mascot partner for Cure Yum-Yum. This one is quite interesting for saying "WONTON" every time Ran transforms. He's a good boi; in fact, my middle nephew is now in love with him and demands plushies. I quite like the dynamic between the two the most for having that savory connection.

Plus, Men-Men has a cool human form.

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Now, let's look at the cures:

Yui Nagomi / Cure Precious

The main protag of the four, Yui sure does love eating. Her late grandma was the reason she became so passionate for food (there is a slight backstory explaining this in a later episode). Her family owns a restaurant that houses these...maneki-nekos (I'll come back to this later). She is quite a fighter, delivering a devastating punch (500 kcal, then 1000kcal, and eventually, 2000 kcal power). I did admire her demeanor, being a wonderful leader.

Kokone Fuwa / Cure Spicy

Contrary to her partner, my feelings are the opposite for Kokone. There's something about her that immediately said "YES. THAT'S THE MISSING KICK IN THE MOUTH I'M LOOKING FOR IN A BLUE CURE". She's not Karen Minazuki levels of cool, but still freaking cool and Spicy had great defense that worked well in offense with the BREAD ROLLS.

(Give me a moment to savor the mental warmth that is bread).

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY? Kokone brought some calming traits that I enjoyed and overall class.

(How are you not related to Rin Hoshizora, FFS?!)

Ran Hanamichi / Cure Yum Yum

I've never in my life wanted a yellow cure that brought literal charisma and flaming passion (and I bet there's one before her that I forgot).

Ran oozes so much life, I don't even know if life can handle her. Her dynamic with Men-Men was one joyride down a noodle coaster and into some Lo mein paradise...or General Tso sauce.

All food pun aside, I've had my eye set on her even before watching; I swear she and Rin Hoshizora would make good "Ramen buddies".

As for Yum Yum, noodles as cutters was a clever way to go. I also like the design, even if it feels a bit awkward at times; however, it works for the idea of a traditional Chinese background. Now that I think about it, I don't even know if it was confirmed if Ran was Chinese-Japanese to begin with. (Surely, someone mentioned this in an interview).

(Student council president with diamonds on her head and yet Arisa Komiya was not considered...but I'll take another Ai.)

Amane Kasai / Cure Finale (formerly Gentlu)

OOOHHHHHHHHH. I WANT TO TALK ABOUT AMANE FOR A BIT.

During her villain arc, Gentlu had this aura of a frosted strawberry pop tart: once you warm it up, it tastes great. She was this sad frosted strawberry pop tart left sitting in a wrapper, waiting for someone to open it and put her in a toaster of love.

Once she became Cure Finale, I started having mixed questions about her drastic hair color change. She barely qualifies as a purple cure in design, despite the rest being multicolored. At this point, the rules in Precure are starting to unravel a bit with the color coding.

Unlike Precious, Spicy, and YumYum, Finale has a sweet motif; even Amane has "amai" or "ama" in her name, which means "sweet". It makes sense for someone who works in a sweets parlor.

Side note: her unofficial mascot partner is a parfait Recipepe that acts so ritzy-titzy it's hilarious; only Pam-Pam and Men-Men can understand it.

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As for the Bundoru Gang, I felt they were a decent bunch.

Narcistoru and Spiritoru were pretty strong; Secretoru in her civilian form was more entertaining and I wish the writers would have done more of that earlier in the show. Then, there's Godatz, who [spoiler alert prevents me from revealing a lot so this censor is all you're getting].

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Moving on to some other opinions:

The OP is a literal earworm; it feels refreshing to hear a more cheerful, upbeat score.

The next to last episode had one of the most hilarious, absurd climaxes to a final boss fight I, in my opinion, ever witnessed.

The movie was surprisingly good for the most part, although Cait Sith was a hell of a movie villain with a somber backstory. When he went AWOL, I was just speechless.

(The STAPLE of Oishina Town became the deus ex machina and I couldn't keep my composure.)

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In the end, yes, Delicious Party Precure, despite my doubts on a food motif, actually impressed me with how it was executed. It surely was more entertaining than Tropical Rouge, but not enticing enough to leave a mark as a favorite. It has some odd moments, but, this is a season involving food and also etiquette; what were you expecting? A five-star lore to come out of it???

Anyways, this is definitely one to check out if you're passionate for food. I would even consider this to be a good starting point if you've never seen Precure at all (alongside Smile, Fresh or Maho Tsukai).

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With that being said, thus ends my yearly Precure season quota, even though Otona Precure 23 just started. As for the rest of the year, it has already been decided on the schedule. The Wheel has now finally been put to rest and hope to God I do not use that thing again.

Next month, look forward to me revisiting another anime title I've covered in the past. Perhaps....the most...clusterfuck of crossovers...featuring a familiar white rabbit looking son of a--

[jadezdominion]

TW: Smut 18+: Dreomione/Triad/Soulmate Bond

A Soulmate or Two

Hermione sat in the dark looking out over New York City’s skyline, appreciating the faint outlines of the high rise buildings. All of the city was awake, the dancing lights from across the Hudson were glittering on the water, entrancing her a bit and distracting her from her thoughts. The ones that, as of the last 3 years, have been filled with glimpses of Mercury gray eyes with platinum white hair, and dexterous, strong hands. If that wasn’t bad enough, another man infiltrated her thoughts too. With curly brown hair, sparkling blue eyes and a dimpled smile that could make anyone melt.

“Fuck!”

She shook her head furiously to chase away the images. If only it were that easy to stop the physical response her body had to them. Her dreams had been intensifying as the years passed. Tonight’s edition had left her panting and near an orgasm.

Draco had 2 of those beautiful and nimble fingers deep within her cunt, stroking her G-spot. He was relentless and precise. Theo was holding her tight against his chest with one hand pulling her hair just enough to cause pain while biting at her neck softly while toying with her nipples.

Even though it was a dream, she could still feel them against her skin that set her aflame just remembering it. Why in Merlin’s fucking name was this happening? This pull she felt towards them both seemed unnatural. I mean, it’s Draco bloody Malfoy and Theodore fucking Nott!! She had left the Wizarding World behind for the last five years. Purposely moving away so she couldn’t be further unless she moved south of the equator and, let’s face it, that was not an option thank you very much. Still, she couldn’t shake this need, this hollow feeling in her chest.

Casting her canaries for an additional distraction made her realize that each one had a mate. They were always in even numbers. She didn’t believe in old wives tales, especially the one she read about in the folklore books at Flourish and Blotts. It said that a lonely witch who never found her one true love, her soulmate, had invoked the old Gods and with blood magic made a pact to ensure no one else suffered her fate. The Gods said that every magical child would be born with a partial birthmark and that your soulmate would have the matching piece. It would fit together perfectly.

What a load of thestral shite.

She had a birthmark but that didn’t mean a damn thing because here she was at 27, single and eating cold lo mein from Mr. Lings. But these thoughts and dreams. The pull to be near them and the desire to pack up her life to track them down… it had to mean something.

It was at that moment, Hermione realized she was absolutely fucked. A few days later she was standing outside the steps of the British Ministry of Magic after arriving by port key. It felt surreal. And nauseating.

Hermione called up Harry and they caught up with each other over a few butter beers at The Leaky. After he wrapped his head around the whole situation he let her know that Draco and Theo were running a specialized division within the Ministry. They had endured a lot but managed to change the perspective of their household names and were now viewed in a different light by the Wizarding World. Harry brought her back to the ministry and sent her to their division with a visitors pass. After all, she was Hermione Granger the “Golden Girl”, war heroine and Brightest Witch of her age. If anyone deserved to be there it was her.

Hermione couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. Or was that the butter beer and nerve induced bile attempting to surface? What was she doing here?! She should have stayed back in NYC. Who packs up on a whim and travels to a different continent for a “feeling”?

“Circe’s tits” she whispers once the lift doors open. Stepping out she feels the the presence of heavy magic in the air. The space was full of books, artifacts, and potions bubbling in a corner.

Suddenly her heart started beating quickly and that pull felt stronger than ever. Then she heard a deep baritone voice along with a smooth tenor voice say in tandem “Hermione?”.

When she turned both Draco and Theo were standing a meter from her. Looking awestruck and she couldn't help herself. She walked a bit closer to them and stopped a foot away. Their fingers were twitching and it looked like they wanted to lunge towards her.

“Er, hi. I needed to come see you both. I can’t explain what’s been happening over the years I’ve been having these dreams, or feelings really. I just know that this is something I can no longer ignore. Recently, like I said, I’ve been having some really strange…”

“Dreams?” Draco and Theo murmured at the same time. Astounded, she couldn’t believe what she heard. So it isn't just her?

“How did you know?”

Draco came so close to her she could almost smell his cologne and it was intoxicating. He gazed deeply into her eyes, lifting up a hand to softly stroke her cheek, “Are you real Granger or am I dreaming again?”. The pleading tone from him broke her composure and she threw herself at him wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I’m here Draco. I’m really here. Is it true? Are you both mine?”. He nodded into her neck, gripping her tight. She felt another pair of strong arms from behind her wrap around her waist, “Yeah gorgeous. He’s yours, I’m yours. Always will be if you’ll have us. Our souls have felt incomplete until now. Can’t you feel the magic? That hollow feeling is gone.” Tears started falling from Theo’s eyes and they all began to cry as the feeling of completion comes over them.

They stayed in an embraced for a while and then it happened. Draco placed his forehead against hers and whispered, “I’m going to kiss you now.” All Hermione could do was nod her consent. When their lips met it was something otherworldly. A tingling feeling embedded itself in her chest and she knew her soul was melding itself. She couldn’t help the tears that had kept falling and he wiped them away gently. Kissing each cheek he spoke softly to her, “Oh gods, Hermione. I never thought this day would come. I tried to find you for so long. I feel whole now.” Theo turned her towards him and silently asked if he could kiss her as well, to which she said of course. His kiss was tender and full of passion.

That was it, finally the hollow feeling in her chest was gone and she felt a level of happiness she never experienced before. Theo and Draco held up her left hand nestled in between their own and kissed it slowly. That is when they noticed a half moon birthmark on the top of her index finger. Draco startled and put his right hand next to hers where another half moon was on his index finger. They looked at Theo and he had the missing piece on his right index finger as well. They held their hands in place for what felt like an hour. Hermione chuckled to herself.

I guess that old wives tale was right after all.

The three of them had a lot to discuss, but for now she relished in the fact that she found what some people search their whole lives for.

She left the Ministry holding hands with both of her soulmates and hopeful for what the future could bring. - JEM 10/03/2022

This is the longest Drabble I have written and I couldn’t have done it without the amazing @tiny-reader who volunteered to Beta and improved this and Courtney who was grammar police too. ILY both!! What’s in store for our triad?? Does anyone want a fic from this? 👀🐍🖤

[thinking-in-broken-scenes]

Tagged by: @emiliosandozsequence <3

Relationships Status: single and lovequeer

Favorite color: blue (all shades) & dark purple

Song Stuck in Head: Bathtub by The Front Bottoms

Last Song Listens To: Runs in The Family by Amanda Palmer

Three Favorite Foods: strawberries, lo Mein, French fries

Last Thing I Googled: " milquetoast origin"

Dream Trip: Panama

Anything I Want Right Now: my energy back and to be able to see my twin IRL

[brooklynislandgirl]

Happy Munday

what's your phone wallpaper: 

last song you listened to: The Plagues || Val Kilmer and Ralph Fiennes, Prince of Egypt Soundtrack currently reading: Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff, Knight of the Black Rose by James Louder, rereading Beloved by Toni Morrison

last movie: This is Where I Leave You

last show: Binged Inside Man and the first Episode of Queen Charlotte

what are you wearing right now: dark blue denim shorts, purple tanktop, blue socks with red toes/heels and monkeys.

piercings/tattoos?: Both ears and my nose for piercing, no tattoos.

glasses/contacts?: Glasses, for reading. No matter how many times I do the eye exam at the doctor’s, glasses screw up my very excellent far vision, but I need them to read up close.

last thing you ate: Cold lo mein and Beijing Beef

favorite colors: black, silver, green

current obsession: Sharks and Pirates because of course.

do you have a crush right now?: I’m a writer. Of course I have crushes.

favorite fictional character: Commander Sir Samuel Vimes, John Constantine, and of course, my canon muse partners here.

Tagged By: @prettytm​ ty, dear.

Tagging: You know you wanna. Even if you don’t you’re gonna do it anyway :)

[tuberculosis-bot-9000]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by: @jedi-valjean

Rules: Tag 10 people who you want to get to know better (please make another post)

Relationship Status: Single and ready to mangle

Favorite Color: I really like the dark cool colors. Dark blue, dark green, and dark purple really speak to me. Black top of course.

Three Favorite Foods: Spaghetti, chicken teriyaki with lo mein, and goulash

Song Stuck In My Head: Caledonia by Celtic Woman

Last Song I Listened To: Wake Me Up by Avicii

Last Thing I Googled: Leshy (the Slavic folk deity)

Time: 10:16

Dream Trip: This is hard because I want to go everywhere and do everything BUT if I had to choose one place to go… Rome. I love the culture, I love the food, I love the climate, I love everything about it. Except for the fascism. But I digress.

Thing I Really Want Right Now: Honestly I could really go for some hot chocolate and wistfulness

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[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Valentines day. The day for couples to go our and celebrate their love for each other. The day to eat sweet things, or to fuck the brains out of your partner.

Ha! For me, it's another day for me to work, get greasy Chinese take out and Vodka. Oh and to watch crappy Netflix movies. Why am I like this?

1. I work a lot. 12 hrs shifts at the bakery that I love so much.

And

2. Had a lover once. Thought he was the one. Dark dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and the best fuck I'd ever had. He was sweet, and a bit arrogant, but that didn't bother me.

But all things came to an end. Broke my heart and I kicked him out of my house. Still think about him from time to time. Makes me smile, but sometimes brings the bitterness out of me.

Which brings me to today. Closed the shop, and walked to my local go-to Chinese restaurant. The owners know me, sweet little omma. Always gave me extra good and tried to hook me up with her son. But that never works.

Heading home, I walked into my apartment, turning on the lights and placed my food onto the counter. The sun was about to go down I started to get my dinner ready. Plating up Salt and Pepper Chicken Wings, Lo Mein, and nice hot bowl of Egg Drop Soup.

Settling down on my couch, with my Vodka Sprite I turned on the tv when my doorbell rang. I ignored it a few times, knowing it would be my noisy neighbor trying to have dinner with me. Sweet lady, but too much gossip.

The ringing continued and I was now full blown pissed. Putting my food down on the coffee table, I headed to the front door. I didn't bother to check the peep hole, knowing very well it was my neighbor.

"Marg-" I said, as I stood frozen.

My eyes stayed glued in front of me. His blue eyes look back at me.

"Um hi?"