#yeah i was listening to fucking la la land. can you tell. can you.

[not-equippedforthis]

one am and im thinking what if i wrote a fic premise where kirk and spock are at this dance/buffet diplomatic event but then their pursuers enter the building and theyre trying to be discreet about trying to locate the two of them and for some reason or another they cant afford to give away their location so kirk and spock are trying to mingle with the crowd but theyre going to be found and kirk is murmuring ill try and locate a backdoor mr spock but in case prepare for- matters going south very quickly but then spock's oh so logical brain says why dont they blend in until they pass so he takes kirk by the elbow and starts leading him to where the couples are dancing to a fast and upbeat song because hes the son of an ambassador and dance is a way of connecting the mind and body of course amidst his vulcan upbringing he was taught how to dance so he takes kirk and begins to lead them at a fast pace and kirk's eyes are twinkling with amusement and surprise and surpressed nerves thrumming like a songbird like a new strategy, mr spock? and spock goes indeed, captain, odds indicate they will not look for us here and he loops them round and round but kirk is a charmer of course he knows how to dance and they spin round and round like two binary stars long after the spies have gone and kirk is following the rhythm he employs to win over any flirt but most of all hes losing himself in the easy spin and air of dancing with spock to the tune of the words unspoken between them forever implied and the light is hitting him like a nebula and kirk's intuition is his downfall tonight because he pitches spock in a perfect low dip and their eyes meet and he realises and-

[thepersonnamedsam]

radio

pairing: the genz!driver x team x 23!grid

summary: some team radios of our beloved genz!driver

warnings: some swearing

note: oh i hope you all will like what i did here, it took me a hot minute, soo, pls don’t be a ghost reader

our genz!driver doesn’t drive for a specific team (pls imagine which ever is your fav), so the colours of the team radio will be violet, bc it’s not used :)

masterlist / taglist

Bahrain 2023

Q2

- „Okay y/n, you made it into Q2! Let’s keep that same pace you had in Q1“

- „Oh did you hear that? Where did Oscar place??“

- „Piastri is out in Q1, P18“

- „Wooh!! Oscar owes me 50 bucks!!! He lost the bet, he lost it! He didn’t think I’d out-qualify him!“

End of Qualifying

- „Good job, y/l/n! Thats P12 for you! Great start of the season“

- „Yeah baby! I’m the new Smooth Operator, Smooth Operator!“

Race

- „Uhm guys, I think there’s something wrong with my car…“

- „What is it, y/n?“

- „I just overtook Charles, how is that even possible?! Wtf guys, am I that fast?“

- „Oh my god, y/n, you had me stressed out here. I really thought you had technical problems for a second“

- „No worries, I’m just faster than a Ferrari“

—

- „Radio check“

- „It’s a cruel summer!“

—

- „Tell me, tell me how we finished, how I finished?!“

- „P11 baby!“

- „Uh, yeah, who’s almost in the points?!“

- „YOU!“

—

Saudi Arabia 2023

FP2

- „Tell me, is Danny here?“

- „Yea, why?“

- „Can you tell him I said hi? Please“

- „Uhm, sure I can, why?“

- „I just promised him yesterday I‘d give him a shoutout from the track, hahaha“

Q1

- „Okay, y/n, let’s get into Q3 today!“

- „Let’s gooooo!“

- „Could you not scream into the coms, please?“

- „WOHOO!“

- „y/n…“

- „Love you“

- „I don’t…“

- „You totally do“

- „I don’t“

- „You dooooo“

Q2

- „P12, good job y/n“

- „Could’ve gone better“

- „It’s a good result, y/n“

- „But still no Q3“

- „Hey, y/n, cheer up, it’s the same result as last race“

- „I thought we improved, I thought I improved“

- „We can still climb up the ladder“

- „As if, I’m not good enough for that many overtakes, I can defend, but that… I don’t know man“

- „Hey hey, listen to me, y/n. You deserve that spot in F1, you’re young and you’re learning with every race, with every test. I know you’ll be champion one day. Maybe not this race, but you’re gonna go far, kid“

- „…“

- „Are you crying, hahaha?“

- „Let me be emotional, dipshit“

- „Oh Lando is gonna have a field day with this, hahaha“

- „Please don’t show that to Lando“

- „Come to the garage first and we can discuss it“

Race

- „Radio check, y/n“

- „Vamos a la playa“

- „Loud and clear…“

—

- „FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SHIT, SHIT, DAMN, WHY DOES IT NEVER GO MY WAY?!“

- „Unfortunate events, retire the car, y/n“

- „UNFORTUNATE?! STROLL JUST STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AND I HAD TO BREAK SO HARD NOT TO CRASH INTO HIM THAT I CRASHED INTO THE WALL!“

- „It is what it is“

- „Don’t meme me, I’m mad… haha, okay, thank you“

Australia 2023

Q2

- „Good pace, y/n, let’s keep it that way and we’ll make it into Q3“

- „Alrighty mighty“

- „Cringe“

—

- „AND THATS P9 FOR YOU“

- „Huh?“

- „P9“

- „I’m into Q3?! Am I really?“

- „Yes! Yes you are!“

Q3

- „Whoop, whoop, that’s the sound of the police“

- „Whoop, whoop, that’s the sound that I need“

- „P10 baby“

- „P10!“

Race

- „Hi y/n, you’re doing really good out there, bring 'em home for me, will ya?“

- „Danny?“

- „Yes?“

- „Hi Danny“

- „Hi, y/n! You’re currently P9, with 0.548s to Piastri“

- „Okay“

- „Let’s push and stay in the points!“

—

- „YOU‘VE CROSSED THE FINISH LINE AS 7TH!!!“

- „THOSE ARE 6 POINTS, RIGHT?“

- „YES!“

- „It’s all because of Danny!“

- „I’ll gladly let him know“

Miami 2023

Race

- „I- help!“

- „What’s going on? y/n talk to me“

- „I don’t think my break is working“

- „y/n, we are going to retire then, box box“

- „I’ll try for one more lap“

- „No you won’t“

- „I will“

—

- „I think it’s fine“

- „…“

- „Yea, it’s fine, I can brake normally, hihi, sorry for the worries“

- „You’re a menace, y/n“

Monaco 2023

FP1

- „Monaco baby, the land of pretty people and expensive things, I am home“

- „Why’s that, you’re not from Monaco, y/n“

- „I am pretty and expensive therefore I am home“

Race

- „Radio check, y/n“

- „NOT NOW“

- „Noted“

—

- „I don’t feel pretty“

- „Sucks for you“

- „Man, that’s a shit move“

- „Sucks“

—

- „Okay y/n, you’re currently P11 with 0.639s behind DeVries, let’s push to P10“

- „DeVries? Nyck is P10? What happened?“

- „I don’t know, let’s just push him off of P10“

- „Harsh“

- „I’m a bad bitch“

- „Fuck that bitch“

—

- „Great job, y/n P10!“

- „Where is DeVries?“

- „P12“

- „Who overtook him?“

- „Bottas“

- „HAH!“

- „Be nice“

- „Ugh“

Montréal 2023

FP3

- „You are currently P3, I repeat, you are currently placed on P3“

- „Who’s pranking me? Max? Lando?“

- „No one, you ARE P3!“

- „WHAT?!“

- „Let’s take that pace into qualifying“

- „Uhm, yea, definitely“

Q2

- „What’s my time?“

- „1:18.725“

- „And Max‘s?“

- „1:19.092“

- „WHAT?“

- „You are P1, y/n“

- „Are you kidding me?“

- „I would never“

- „Mhm, but really? P1?“

- „I swear to god, P1“

Q3

- „Fuck! Shit! Holy macaroni fucking meatballs! I crashed, I repeat, I crashed“

- „Yea, we saw, retire the car“

Race

- „P7, good job!“

- „Thanks…“

- „Oh and y/n, you’ve been voted driver of the day“

- „Really?“

- „Really“

- „Firstly, I wanna thank the ground, because without it, I wouldn’t be standing here today“

- „That only works if you’re really standing somewhere, y/n, you’re sitting in an F1 car“

- „Then I’d like to thank my F1 car…“

- „I deactivated your coms“

Austria 2023

Sprint Shootout

- „What exactly is a Sprint really?“

- „Oh my god, really y/n?“

- „No… of course not…“

—

- „Great job, you placed P13“

- „Mhm, thanks… I‘m thirsty“

- „…“

- „Did no one hear me? I want my drink, where is the drink?“

- „You will not have the drink“

- „Oh you waited so long for that, didn’t you?“

- „No…, yes“

- „Kimi is a legend.“

Sprint

- „I don’t like this Sprint thingy“

- „Why?“

- „I don’t know, just because“

—

- „P15“

- „No good job?“

- „Not today“

- „Understandable“

Race

- „I want to go home, I am tired of this“

- „What?“

- „It’s getting boring with Max always leading and winning“

- „Thats why we need to push as hard as we can“

- „As if I’ll ever overtake Max“

- „One day, y/n, one day“

- „But not today, that’s why I want to go home“

- „You can’t“

- „Loser“

Silverstone 2023

FP2

- „Why do I not see Charles on the grid?“

- „Why do you have time to look at the screen and not see Charles on there?“

- „You should be driving“

- „I am“

- „Clearly not fast enough“

- „Hey, I am faster than you think“

- „You are currently driving with a speed of 156 km/h“

- „How do you know that..?“

- „I am your race engineer, I know everything“

- „Did you know that I just farted, hahaha?“

- „Unfortunately“

- „Hihi“

- „You’re gross“

- „Thank you“

- „Welcome“

—

Race

- „If Lewis stands on that podium, he owes me a dinner“

- „And if he doesn’t?“

- „I owe him a pity dinner“

- „And if you stand on that podium?“

- „Thats unrealistic, that’s why we didn’t bet on it“

- „True“

- „HEY!“

- „You said it first!“

- „Not a reason for you to call it out!“

- „Women“

- „I heard that“

- „You were supposed to“

- „Less talking, more driving!“

- „Yes boss“

- „Yes boss“

—

- „Omg, omg, omg, tell me I crossed that line without a single penalty and we don’t get a grid penalty? Please tell me this is true?“

- „YOU ARE P4 Y/N“

- „Am I really?“

- „Yes!“

- „If it weren’t for the safety car you would’ve been P3!“

- „I don’t care! It’s my best result so far!“

- „So near and yet so far“

- „Lew is P3?“

- „Yep“

- „P4 and I get a free dinner from Lew, what a day“

- „Be proud and loud“

- „WOOHOO!!!“

- „Maybe not so loud…“

- „Sorry not sorry“

Hungary 2023

FP1

- „Oh Danny Ric is back on the grid!“

- „Mhm“

- „Aren’t you happy to see my favourite person driving again?“

- „Totally“

- „Be happy!“

- „Okay…“

—

- „Oh… I just passed Danny“

- „You are on your flying lap, he needs to let you pass..?“

- „Yeah… but he needs a positive experience on his first race back…“

- „HES THE ENEMY“

- „He’s my best friend…“

- „Does he know that?“

- „Uhm, I hope so“

Race

- „Tell Lando he’s doing a great job“

- „Just drive“

- „Okay…“

—

- „Lando says thank you, by the way“

- „For what?“

- „Just forget it“

- „Okay“

—

- „Oh, for that! You’re welcome, Landi“

- „It took you 4 laps to realise“

- „My brain is sometimes slow, let me be“

- „I would if I could“

—

- „Oh how I hate Perez“

- „It’s mutual“

- „Hihi“

—

- „Radio check“

- „I am so glad that the summer break is right in front of me, just 33 more laps and it’s me chilling on the beach, getting tan and reading good books and you know, that’s how my dream life looks like and…“

- „How can she be so talkative but still be on for a podium? It’s a mystery for me“

- „And Lando and me oh and Danny will go on vacation together. Maybe Lewis will come as well. I want to go to the Maldives but we’ll see. Oh and you know what would be cool? If we really…“

- „Is she still talking? Yep…“

- „I could learn how to surf and eat loads of stuff and just relax“

- „So you finally decided to stop speaking and concentrate on the race? Great job, y/n“

- „Thanks!“

—

- „Thats P5 for you! What a race to start the summer break“

- „Thank you so much“

- „We’ll see us in 3 weeks!“

- „Byeeeee“

°°°

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[decolonize-the-everything]

Saying "I'd vote for an anti-fascist if they ran in my party and enough ppl in my party supported them, but my party supports genocide instead so we should vote for Genocide again." in 2023 is fucking wild

I genuinely can not believe that Blue Fascists are legitimately getting y'all's consent to not only commit genocide, but to give them the opportunity to do it again and y'all REFUSE to stop and think about what your ACTUAL morals and principles are anymore.

"yeah but if we don't vote blue-"

Any Democrats still using this soft threat/warning is one of two things: safe and always has been OR is safe on us soil and does not want to be treated the way other minorities are.

It's about making sure THEY are safe. Their lives are unbothered.

I've had 3 Dems tell me in the last two days "you're worried about yours. Im worried about mine." There are notes on the poll I made on Tumblr with the same exact sentiments.

Liberal gays will tell you: do you want what's happening there to happen here? Project2025 is a real threat!

And that's cuz they refuse to see it is here. They don't see natives being arrested and tear gassed on our own land the same way theyd perceive someone walking into their yard and tear gassing them out. They see it as just how natives are treated. They don't see it as inequality or unfair or something to even be addressed.

They see it as normal. A part of life that they just are so helpless about.

But listen to them cuz what they're saying is important.

Just the threat of being treated how the rest of us are and they beg and gaslight the whole planet into supporting a racist and genocidal warmonger.

Democrats are NOT a party of the people no matter how much they try to gaslight the rest of us into believing it

They are literally guilting and manipulating us to tolerate more genocide and hate crimes and war crimes cuz doing otherwise would force them to sacrifice some of their 1st world comforts.

Democrats are fucking fascists and I'm tired of everyone pretending they're not.

I'm tired of everyone pretending "lesser evil" is necessary.

Fuck you.

I'm done suffering for someone else's comfort when all they have shown me MY ENTIRE LIFE is that they would let me die if it meant they had to be uncomfortable to save me.

Fuck you, Democrats are never ever getting a vote from me or anyone I know ever again.

Give me Claudia De La Cruz or give me death

[abiiors]

we went to winter wonderland 🎄// matty healy x reader

twelve days of christmas - day 2

a/n: i've been slightly sad about...everything and writing is hard atm but i also don't want to abandon 12doc so have something that's loosely based on my irl relationship. it's really short, sorry :( cw: none, just fluff wc: 1k

the last ever winter they spend apart is quite shit to put it bluntly. 

matty’s a million kilometres away in LA where winter’s only a concept while she’s in their bed, alone and begrudgingly cuddling his hoodie in lieu of him and cussing out her boss and her boss’ boss and so on all the way to the top until she’s googled the ceo of the parent company that owns her firm and cussed him out too. matty laughs shamelessly the whole time. one, because she looks as threatening as a baby penguin all angry and swaddled in blankets, and two, because it’s her. 

she’s never failed to make him laugh. ever. 

“baby…” he tries to pacify, “it’s alright.”

“no it’s not!” her tone is firm. "i should be with you in LA! not rotting here in our bed because work got in the way."

her nose is slightly red from being out in the cold (it was the first snow of the season after all, matty knew she would be out) but he tells her to get tea regardless. and now, armed with a steaming mug of herbal tea and the saddest pout a girl could have, she looks all the more cuddly. 

“okay how about this,” he suggests, “you have your switch don’t you? go get it.” 

her face contorts in confusion. “you don’t have yours.”

“i’ll just steal hann’s.”

“matthew!”

but she gets up regardless, even if it’s after a few grumbles of “ugh, i just got cosy!”

matty, through their facetime call, wanders through the house with her. he has to admit—it’s lonely and quiet without him there. their home—perfect for two and too big for just her. he can’t wait to get back though. even sunny LA is a touch too cold without her there. 

“what do you wanna play?” she asks once she settles in bed again and matty’s ready with the answer. 

“animal crossing.”

“babe… we haven’t played that in ages, it’s gonna be so shit!”

he frowns at her stubbornness. “just turn it on will you? it will have snowed on there. you always love making those anatomically challenged snowmen!”

there’s a small giggle that follows. she’s well aware of what he’s referring to—they almost have a competition of sorts about who can make the most deranged-looking animal crossing snowman. 

as predicted, it’s weeds and more weeds everywhere the minute the game turns on. her little avatar exits her house, looking dishevelled and still in curated summer clothes. oh well… 

matty grins. “so i was thinking…”

“yeah?”

“we won’t get to go to a winter wonderland this year!”

“yeah,” she pouts again. 

“i was thinking we could make one.”

“in animal crossing?”

“in animal crossing!”

for a moment she’s quiet and matty worries that it’s a stupid idea. it is a little lame if he’s honest but there’s not much they can do with an entire ocean between them. but just as he feels his grin slipping, hers widens on her face. 

“matty! you are brilliant! i love you.”

“what was that?” he teases, laughing when she pokes her tongue out. 

“last to finish is the loser,” she declares. and before he’s even had a chance to plan a heist for adam’s switch, she’s shouting “go!” amidst protests from him and maniacal laughter from her. 

matty doesn’t care though—this is almost a complete 180 turnaround in her mood in quite a few days. 

two hours and a worrying amount of bickering later, they’re ready for the grand reveal. 

“mine is so much better!” she declares as soon as matty’s little avatar lands on her island. even her fucking avatar looks adorable, all bundled up in a big coat and matty’s ready to declare her the winner right there. still, he indulges her. 

he already knows it—hers is so much better! she’s always had an eye for all things cute (him included) but he stays and he listens. 

soft snow falls behind her on the facetime call and it’s clearly visible through the giant windows and the switch almost casts a perfect glow on her. not that matty’s entirely focussing on her tour of her animal crossing winter wonderland; he’d much rather stare at her while she’s talking but it’s over far too soon and before he knows it, her avatar is on his (hann’s) island and she’s laughing hysterically at his attempt of a wonderland. 

“matty!” she shrieks. “baby, this is so bad”

“what? how dare you, take that back!”

“there are weeds in the middle of your ‘skating rink’.” 

“uhhhh…” matty ends up shrugging much to her amusement. 

“yours is so shit!” she teases. “we agree that i’m the winner, right?”

“got you out of your grumpy mood though, didn’t i? so who’s the real winner here?”

“still me!”

and so he relents. two hours and a shit in game winter wonderland is a fantastic trade to make in exchange for her laugh. 

ten more minutes and she gets a little emotional again because of course she does. matty watches some of the joy in her eyes drain away, replaced by a tinge of the same sadness from before. 

“i hate being without you, especially during winters! it gets so cold.” the corners of her mouth turn down and a soft ache fills his chest. 

“i know, darling… i hate missing christmas but you’ll be with me next month, yeah?”

“yeah.”

much to his relief she doesn’t let it get her down this time, she tries to change the topic and talk about everything she’s been up to and all the plans she has with her friends. matty’s mind is made up though—this is the last winter he's willing to spend without her. come january, the ring hidden in his suitcase will find its place on her finger. 

lemme know what you think <33

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[blueflipflops]

PLEASE tell us more about these silmarillion x pjo wips 👀

Well since you've asked nicely. Here are some of them:

Warning tho this is a long post. I'll try to keep it short but it probably wont. Read at your own risk :)

Sun Touched and Sweet Music

- one of the most recent ones

After dying slowly on the cold hard floor of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, Finrod expected to awaken in the comforting Halls of Mandos, finally getting rest. He did not expect to wake up in the care of tiny blonde sun-themed children in orange tunics intent on bossing him around til he completely heals.

or, Finrod wakes in the care of Apollo Cabin who are so convinced that he is one of them. Needless to say, Finrod adopts these funky little minstrels/healers/archers/artists/etc so quickly.

Here's an excerpt from the drafts:

Finrod stirred by arguing voices that made him think of his siblings fighting about something petty again only to realize just how young those voices sound.

"-you think he's like us? He has the hair for it, don't you think?"

"Hmm... I don't know. Maybe?"

"Nah. We have like, otherworldly gold hair when we come do in blonde. His is has just, I don't know, different vibe to it."

"Yeah like that makes sense."

"You know, like sunlight trapped in each strand kind of blonde."

"Actually," a new voice chimed in, "did you know that using hair for emergy sutures is one of the most effective alternatives to thread when you don't have some on hand. It's organic and compatible to the body's dna so it's less likely to fight it off--"

"Yep."

"Uh-huh."

"None of you are listening, aren't you?"

"No, but I did catch the fact that you can use hair for emergency sutures so I think I at least get points for that."

Free Falling

Glorfindel fell through PJO-verse when he fell from that cliff in the Battle of Gondolin and made friends with prickly demigods

An excerpt from the drafts:

As the Balrog fell with Glorfindel's hair in hir grasp, a blinding light flashed and suddenly they landed on the forest floor. 

Suddenly, before the Balrog could land a killing strike, an arrow whizzed past and hit it through the eyes. It howled in pain and looked in the direction of its origin. That's when Glorfindel noticed them. Unfamiliar armored people surrounded them, lacking the fear and panic of his people as he sent them away to escape.

And suddenly waves of arrows rained down like the gales of Manwë himself. This only serves to anger it as it rampages towards them. The one that looked to be the leader stood calmly, a hand raised in signal as the balrog sped to them not faltering a single step. Laurefindil opened his mouth to scream a warning but his hoarse throat forbids him. The leader snapped a hand to signal towards the monster just as it was a few steps away from its reach and suddenly a large harpoon-like arrow as thick and as tall as a tree shot through from behind them and impaled the Balrog through the mouth. It faltered and stumbled on its feet when another large harpoon-like arrow shot through its side. And another. And another.

"Well. This sure as fuck ain't what we were expecting to hunt but it seemed like the harpoons were a good idea to bring after all."

"I mean, it did make Cabin 9 happy we're using the weapons they made so--"

Glorfindel (Laurefindil) meets Greek demigods and one whom he can't tell whether she wants to help him or finish him off. In this case, he meets Clarisse La Rue.

Death Diving

a variation of Free Falling except he meets a different demigod.

When Laurefindil fell from the cliff, he thought he was dead. Instead, he woke up to a makeshift bed on the forest floor and a deathly pale face with bruising dark bags under their narrowed eyes hovering above him.

or, Laurefindil meets Nico Di Angelo and goes on a life-changing road trip to get him proper treatment. Laurefindil gets introduced to demigod culture and heals both physically and mentally.

No excerpt to share here folks haha :/

Wild Thing

A crossover pairing fic

Celegorm x Percy

originally going for Fem! Percy but dude Percy can go just as well.

It is truly unfortunate that the Noldor is exactly Percy's type. Clever, ruthless, good at fighting, good with kids, and wild as the raging seas. Well, also... blonde.

Here's an excerpt from the drafts!:

"I wish to ask your permission to court your cousin." 

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say? My permission? What is this, the Dark Ages? You know what? Since you asked, no. Defeat me in a duel to the death first."

"What?"

"This could only end in two ways. I kill you, Percy will mourn your death but we, her family will be there to support her and help her move on. Or! You kill me and anger Percy to the point that she will kill you in retaliation. Either way, it's a win for me." She brandished her spear to Celegorm. "Square up, pretty boy."

Dance Til You're Dead

a mix of comedy and horror (tbh a bit crack)

An elven troop somehow got transported to the PJO-verse via fairy ring and walked straight into a demigod rave party who, while not knowing who they were, immediately dragged them into joining them on the dance floor. The music was stranger than anything they had ever heard and it felt as if their bodies moved by themselves with every beat.

or, an elven troop got dragged to a magic rave that subtly encourages you to dance and lose your inhibitions. It slowly turns from confusion to reluctant enjoyment to horror as they feel themselves lose control of their bodies as they dance the night away and the next night and the next and the next--

Being elves, they are more auditory than most creatures and more susceptible to music-based spells. The music at the party is more subtle to demigods who only feel the light relief of not having to think much about their problems, these subtle spells are kind of like recreational drugs to them. the demigods at the party are very much informed of the light spells involved in this party. these demigods CAME for these spells specifically to destress. Unfortunately, to elves, this is slowly turning into a fairytale horror film.

I think I like the irony of pjo-verse being the fae in this story lol

At Best, You Find A Little Remedy

obligatory modern character in middle earth Hozier songfic lol

Finrod x Daughter of Apollo! OC Sirena "Nena" Diwata

Already wrote and posted this on ao3 but only from Finrod's POV so he doesn't know that she's a demigod and semi-immortal too. Here's a link to it!

She used to travel with him for a few years before parting ways. Finrod never noticed that his dear friend did not age as Men do as he suspected she died until many years later when he was visited by a descendant of an old friend invoking an equally old oath to help him steal a silmaril as a courting gift that he meets her again.

Here's the summary of the fic! :

Finrod has travelled across the Arda hundreds of times and met many people over the years, yet no matter how long time passes memories of her will always be the clearest and shines the most. Her memory lost among mortals yet her smile, her voice, her songs live on with him.

here's an excerpt from the supposed continuation of it! :

"Well, this isn't how I expected we meet again, Goldie."

"Nena?" he choked out, not quite believing what he was seeing.

"In the flesh. A little birdy told me you've bitten more than you could chew and what kind of friend would I be if I just left it alone? The world would mourn to lose such a pretty face along with your beautiful voice. Such injustice cannot go on."

"You know her?" Beren whispered but Finrod was too busy staring at the woman that felt more like a ghost than anything.

"N-Nena? It really is you? Truly?"

"Well actually it was a horse that told me but! Semantics."

"Also," She started as she kneeled down to open the lock and with a click, "I thought we established that already?" She quickly made work with their bindings as Finrod's heart raced.

Midsummer Tryst

Maedhros x Daughter of Apollo! OC Solana Trinidad

(can you tell that I have a favorite?)

This was also posted on ao3 already though haven't really updated it since I got into other fandoms. Here's the link to it!

Here's the fic summary:

Tryst — a meeting between two people who are having a romantic relationship, especially a secret one Maitimo has been going to this oak tree for years. When the household gets a bit too loud and his responsibilities as firstborn wear him out, that little place by the oak tree is a breath of fresh air. He quietly claims it as his. One day he meets a strange creature by his oak tree who doesn't speak any of the tongues he knows and despite how they met they quickly became friends. But with Melkor's schemes coming to play, how can such friendship last?

Although THIS is what the original idea looked like:

Maitimo has been going to this oak tree for years. When the household gets a bit too loud and his responsibilities as firstborn wearing him out, that little place by the oak tree is a breath of fresh air. He quietly claims it as his.

Well, until one day he meets a strange creature that looks like an eldar yet quite different. The strange creature speaks a strange tongue and seems to offer friendship or maybe companionship?

Maitimo's days became more interesting as this curious being accompanied him by the oak tree and despite not knowing each other's language they swiftly became friends.

By this oak tree they learn from each other, share stories, sing songs, laugh together, exchange gifts and compare the differences of their realms.

Before they knew it, they built a home in the secret place they had for their own. For a while they are happy. But as Melkor's schemes come out to play and his Father's righteous fury declares war on the Ainur, Maitimo finds himself with the blood of his kin on his hands and the incessant burning of the Oath within him like a noose tightening around his throat.

How can he bear to see his dear old friend now?

...

"You think I should cut my hair?"

"Why would you do that?!"

"Oh, um, 'cause it's getting kinda hot and hard to maintain? (Plus it is a hassle in fights)"

"Hmm... I'll teach you how to tie it away from your face then"

...

They make a bench by the tree and slowly build it up when they need something or they think it's much more convenient to have until they end up building a whole ass house complete with a vegetable garden and a workshop.

Sol sets up a hammock outside so she plays guitar and sings there while Mae writes his poetry or helps with paperwork for Feanor or cooks inside where he can see her by the window in the kitchen.

Sol makes a magic flower tea set that unfurls its 'petals' when poured tea for Nerdanel as a gift. Each piece was handpainted and edged with gold. 

Mae teaches Sol Quenya and Sol teaches Mae English and Spanish, and then Ancient Greek when asked. 

Feanor is perplexed when he finds Mae's notes written in another language. Thought that Mae was making his own language and asked Mae about it cause he was genuinely curious and very proud of his interests. It came out that Mae's secret friend taught him all this. Even more curious, Feanor asks to meet her too. This makes Mae flustered which everyone caught. Feanor raised an eyebrow.

Feanor: Has Nelyo moved out without me noticing? I haven't seen him in days.

Nerdanel: He does go out more recently. Maybe he's visiting Findekáno.

Meanwhile, under the oak tree: 

Nelyo, living a domestic married life with Sol: I feel like I forgot something...

Last but not the least!

Blessings Come in Small Pakige

kidfic but with MORE kids

And yes. It's supposed to be spelled like that

Less of a fic and more of an idea. Not yet written but I do love thinking about it.

Demigod kids OCs are transported into Middle Earth, meets elves, and then parented against their will. Ft. Elves' near-constant baby fever.

The kids age almost as slowly (from weird Ainu magic) and elves immediately go bonkers.

The kids are still hardwired for battle and very hyperactive. The elves do not know how to deal with that. Still don't know who am I going to drop these kids onto. Though I initially thought of Caranthir or Finrod or Dior or Daeron. All I know is that it is set in Arda between the 1st and 2nd Age and is strictly in the Silmarillion area of the fandom.

This includes:

Cultural difference,

Blood thirsty bbys,

Weird insults/ threats

Singing around a fire is a rather strange ritual to elves but the bbys seem to enjoy doing it before they sleep.

Aw fuck misunderstandings

- elves introduced to camp mom! Percy stories from kids

Weird stories from the kids that shook them elves like Jason being raised by wolves and Percy being named the destroyer ( came up when asked about the names having power thing), etc.

- GAMES! word games, board games, outdoor games, music games, and many more!

Feanorions being absolutely delighted with the many new languages these kids know.

Hope you enjoyed these because my brain won't stop making these crossover fics. I do have more but don't wanna make this any longer and also one of them may be an NSFW crackfic...

I also have been working recently on this Silm x HP fic where Maedhros was reincarnated as a red head Harry Potter if you're interested. Here's the link!

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 21- Forced Time |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats, suicide mention, sexual conversations. MA.

Formaggio's POV

"How many times has Y/N spoken to you this week?" Prosciutto questioned as soon as he entered the base, clearly annoyed. "Where the fuck is she even at? She's ignoring all my texts and calls."

"After she sucked my dick two nights ago, she said,'Hey, pass me the water,' and that's about it," Illuso replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Other than that, she only says hi."

Formaggio laughed a little at that, but he seemed to be having as much luck as the other two men were having with you. You were completely avoiding him, making sure he didn't get even a second alone with you. "She only greets me."

Prosciuttos eyes landed on Pesci. "What about you? Is she speaking to you?"

Pesci looked up from his laptop, cheeks flushed pink. "Uh.. yeah. We have had a few conversations." Formaggio could tell that you and Pesci had definitely been fucking and getting closer. You actually seemed to like Pesci as much as you liked Melone. Not that he was jealous or anything. He just.. he wished you liked him just a little. He said sorry, wasn't that enough?

"Between all that sweet love making?" Illuso questioned, a grin appearing across his face as Pesci's cheeks turned bright red. "Tell us about it. How do you fuck her?"

Prosciutto sat down across from Pesci, his eyes on him, seeming intrigued. "When was this? You haven't told me about this Pesci."

Pesci looked down, shrugging his shoulders as he closed his laptop. "I don't want to talk about this! Sex is private."

"We're all fucking the same girl," Illuso replied. "Does privacy really matter? She's ours, we can talk about her."

"She's not property," Pesci added in, shifting uncomfortably to the side on the couch. Of course, he didn't want to let loose and talk about you. Typical Pesci.

"She belongs to us," Prosciutto began, his voice serious and firm, as if he was trying to pass down some great wisdom to Pesci. "We protect her, and we provide for her. That is our job as men. Her job is to listen to us and be submissive. You need to understand that she may not be property, but she is ours Pesci. Is she not yours?"

Formaggio agreed with that, nodding his head. You were theirs, and now you would always be theirs. This wasn't something that you could just back out of. La Squadra was a family, and you were now a part of that family. You were essentially their wife, their wife, who would never be allowed a divorce.

Pesci sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I.. let's just not talk about her in a way like this. She's our girlfriend. We need to be nice to her."

"We're plenty nice," Illuso replied, in which Pesci actually scoffed. "I'm trying my best! She's very difficult."

Prosciutto nodded, agreeing with Illuso. "She'll adjust eventually, but maybe we should all speak to her." He looked at Pesci. "Go pick up the money from Gustos."

Pesci sighed, standing up. "Remember what I said about being nice to her." He walked over to the front door, opening it and walking out. Maybe Formaggio would remember that.

"We have no clue where she's at," Illuso stated. "She don't tell me shit. It's pissing me off."

"She's definitely with Ghiaccio," Formaggio replied, staring at Ghiaccios' closed laptop that was on the coffee table. "Why else would he leave his laptop here?" He wondered where you went with Ghiaccio. You left before he even saw you walk out the door.

It was as if time was on their side, Ghiaccio bursting through the base of the front door with you following behind him. He looked pissed, and Formaggio wondered if you did anything to piss him off. You probably did, knowing you.

"Sit!" Ghiaccio snapped, you rolling your eyes at him. "I will handle this, I will find you a new doctor! That doctor was a fucking idiot! Where did he go to college!?" He had his cell phone in his hands, clutching it tightly. "I'll kill him!"

You walked past Ghiaccio, unphased by his outburst. "You're never going to the doctors with me again. You scared that poor man." You shook your head, sitting near Prosciutto but not completely next to him, leaving a polite amount of space. "Hello," you said, greeting the men.

"Hey," Illuso quickly said.

"I'm finding you a doctor that's a woman, that'll be better! That doctor was looking at you wrong!" Ghiaccio shook his head, storming off back outside.

You watched as Ghiaccio went, your face blank, showing no hint of annoyance or anger towards him. So it seemed that he was wrong. You didn't piss Ghiaccio off. As always, Ghiaccio pissed himself off. He did catch on that you were at the doctors, which was better than avoiding them. Fuck, he needed to be taking you to all of your appointments, considering he was the one that broke your fingers.

"What did the doctor do that pissed him off?" Prosciutto questioned, turning his body towards you. "The doctor was looking at you inappropriately? I can handle that."

"The doctors like 70, he's not looking at me inappropriately," you replied to Prosciutto. You stared at the ground, clearly avoiding eye contact with them.

Formaggio stood up, walking to sit closer next to you. He sat down on the love seat next to you, placing his hand on your knee. "We aren't going to cheat on you anymore." He assumed that was why you were mad. "And we haven't. So forgive us."

"What I did was hardly considered cheating," Prosciutto added in.

"Well, if it's hardly considered cheating, then maybe I'll pay some random guy to finger me," you replied, Prosciuttos eyes immediately going dark. "What? If you can do it, then so can I."

Prosciutto raised his hand slightly, but Formaggio shook his head, pointing to your cast. You were already injured and healing. Hitting you may make you worse. He wanted you to like him again, and if one of them hit you right now, then you may never forgive or like them.

"I'll do it for free," Illuso said, causing you to roll your eyes. "We're loyal now. You better not go out and cheat. We'll catch you and kill any guy that touches you. And don't think we won't spank you and put you on house arrest because we will."

"Once a cheater, always a cheater," you replied, your voice low. "But I don't care what you three do. It's not my concern, go ahead and fuck whomever." Their threats never seemed to phase you, you not even acknowledging them. Damn. He needed to tag in.

Formaggio squeezed your thigh. "Okay, we pick to just fuck you." You turned your head away from him, a low 'hm' coming from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at him. You really just rolled your fucking eyes at him. Oh, you were sassy. You were real sassy. He liked that.

Illuso nodded. "Yeah, we pick you. Forever."

"Stop being a brat and move on. We are not bad men, and your fingers were not broken out of spite." Prosciutto added in. Wait. Did you tell him? You suddenly looked at Prosciutto, seeming taken aback. "Yeah, nobody believes your story of how you accidentally broke your own fingers. Discuss your problems with us privately, and don't do that self-harm shit. You deserved to have your fingers broke for hurting yourself. You could have given yourself an infection with that dirty ass knife you used to cut yourself with."

"If my fingers get broken again, I'll go to more extreme measures to protect myself. I'll shoot myself in the head," you replied calmly, Formaggio immediately clinched his jaw. "I'm not afraid of dying. I'll do what I need to do to protect myself."

Formaggio pulled his hand away from your thigh, resisting the urge to smack you across your face. How fucking dare you threaten your life like that. How fucking dare you. He turned away from you, not being able to look at you right now or he'll hurt you. He doesn't fucking like suicide.. he hates that shit. He wouldn't allow himself to lose another person to suicide.. especially not you.

"Your fingers will never get broken again," Illuso spoke, his voice suddenly gentle. "Stop threatening to kill yourself, baby. I said I'm sorry, now can't we please just move on?" Oh yeah. Formaggio definitely can tell, Illuso actually does fucking love you. He was being gentle, understanding, and that's probably what you needed most right now. He couldn't give that to you, but the other guys could.

"Fine," you muttered, causing Formaggio to turn back towards you, forcing himself to calm down. "Whatever."

"Stop with those fucking suicidal threats Y/N," Prosciutto warned. "You shouldn't be thinking like that. Ever. I don't want to hear it again."

Formaggio always seemed to agree with Prosciutto. "Exactly. Just be our fucking girlfriend, give us a fucking chance. You hardly know us." He was growing quite tired of being ignored by you. It wasn't going to happen anymore. "Get to know us better."

"You're going to be spending time with us," Prosciutto spoke, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "You know what? I think it's time you stay at my house. I'm taking you to my house on Thursday."

Illuso and Formaggio looked at each other. It was obvious that Prosciutto left Tuesday and Wednesday available for a reason. Maybe if he got you all alone and spent some quality time with you, maybe the two of you would start to get along again.

"You can stay at my house tonight," Formaggio replied, his eyes landing on you. You were clearly not happy, wearing that same blank expression you always did. "Come on, can't you give us a little smile? You're so sexy. Give us a smile." He leaned forward, grabbing your cheeks, gently squeezing.

You squinted at him. "Let me guess. I'm staying with Illuso tomorrow night."

"Bingo," Illuso replied. "Shit, I need to clean my apartment."

"We'll take good care of you, okay? It'll be fun. Can I get one smile?" Formaggio moved your head back and forth, only causing you to glare at him. "Hot. I like it when you look at me like that." He couldn't deny it. Even with your glares, he found you extremely sexy. He couldn't wait to spend time with you tonight.

[leomlarson]

eavesdrop + pax

"Okay, you've got two minutes to fill me in your life and then I need to get back to these outlines."

Leo laughed, shaking his head incredulously at his youngest sister, whose head was just barely visible through the little FaceTime box on his phone. He could imagine her phone lost among a pile of books scattered around her bed. "Two minutes, seriously? You can't even carve out five for your brother?"

"Not with these professors up my ass. You try going to law school, see how you like it. Two minutes, Leo, deadass."

"Okay, okay! I mean, I don't even know where to start, like..."

"Oh my god, why am I always having to make decisions for you? Okay, tell me what's going on you with your boyfriend," Emmy said, her voice turning sing songy and derisive on the last word.

"Are you twelve? You literally have a boyfriend."

"Tommy doesn't give a fuck. Do you, Tommy?"

Leo heard a tinny, distant, 'I don't care. Hi, Leo' through the phone.

"Hi Tommy," Leo replied, waving even though he knew no one would see it. "Okay, yeah. Two minutes. Pax."

"It's been really good. Like, really good. We see each other, like, three or four times a week? And then FaceTime pretty much every night when we don't see each other even if it's just to say goodnight. We've been trying to keep the, like, proper date thing going every other week or something like that — last weekend we went up to LA and he just showed me around the spots he used to go to when he lived up there and hit up a couple of his favorite places — but I kinda think the best part of it is that he can just come over in his PJs and we can make dinner and just, like, exist around each other, you know? It feels like he just kinda slotted into my life perfectly and it was just...easy. Like, I don't know. I keep waiting for the honeymoon phase to be over but my brain's still all up in fuckin' cloud cuckoo land.

And I don't know... it feels like he's opening up to me more? And like, I'm doing it with him too. You know I don't like talking about dad that much, but I've started telling Pax a little bit more about him and mom and all of her shit...and he just, like, really listens, you know? And, like, I'm not gonna tell you that much about it because it's none of your business—" Emmy scoffed on the other end, "—but he had this accident when he was a kid? And I didn't really know how to ask about it for a while but sometimes we just talk and talk and talk and it goes everywhere and that stuff just kinda comes up."

"So what you're telling me is that it's good. You could've just said that," Emmy deadpanned.

"Bitch, you told me I had two minutes!"

"Yeah, and now you've got ten more seconds so you'll have five by the end of this sentence to go on your usual tangent about his eyes and his nose and his freckles—"

"Okay, I get it, fuck you."

"Fuck you." Leo watched some papers shift over the camera, and the top half of Emmy's head finally popped into the frame. "Alright, your two minutes are up. You're such a gross loverboy and I'm very glad you're happy and I love you okay bye."

By the time Leo's mouth was opening to say goodbye, she'd already hung up. Laughing, he turned off his phone and tossed it further down the bed. "Asshole."

@paxton-brady

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Scary

Chapter One: Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage

In most circumstances, the older sister tells the younger one to be careful, stay clear of these types of men, don't do this or that.

But here we are, the roles reversed. Instead I'm trying to warn her the same things she tried to warn me of.

Summer is a beautiful girl, always has been..and incredibly smart as well but most of the time she just acts so damn dumb. Like right now.

"Well, you didn't have to drive, Winter. You should have just taken a plan and let me pick you up from the air port."

Sighing, I applied pressure to the gas and speed past multiple cars every direction around me.

"And not able to make a get away if I need to? I'll pass. Thank you. Listen ill be at this scrap yard in about 15 minutes, I'll see you then" I quickly said and hung up.

I finally pulled into "Romero Brothers scrap and salvage", giggling at the fact this is were Summer willingly spent her time. Why? I don't know, nor do I care. I parked away from the mass amount of bikes and got out, fishing for a cigarette in my bag.

"You know, cigarettes can kill you"

I looked up and saw a youngish looking guy sitting on one of the bikes, staring at me. I simply gave him a thumbs up and lit my cig, inhaling the nicotine and exhaling.

"Winter! I thought you quit?" Summer yelled from the porch of the house.

"Yeah, when pigs fly sis." I replied. I leaned against the car as Summer came towards me, more men coming out from the house.

"Why the hell is there a house in the middle of a scrap yard?" I asked her while motioning towards it.

"It's their clubhouse" she shrugged, linking her arm with me.

"Ah. Ok. So why am I here for a party again? I could've stayed in charming for a party." I exhaled the smoke again whilst eyeballing a couple of the guys on the porch. Their kuttes all had various patches, but the main one said Mayans MC. Wait... I know them! Well, of them. Jax worked hard to repair the relationship with the rival MC.

"Well.. uhm... oh! EZ, baby.. come here. Let me introduce you to everyone Winter" Summer avoided the question and I stared her down. The guy that was sitting on the bikes came walking over and smiled, wrapping an arm protectively around Summer.

"Ezekiel, but everyone calls me EZ. It's nice to meet You, Winter." Ez replied. He was tall, nicely groomed. Beautiful eyes.. I can see why visually Summer chose him.

I simply knodded, and looked back at the rest of them.

"That's Gilly, Hank, Creeper..Taza, Riz. Bishop is the short one.." she named off almost everyone, calling Bishop short earned her a cussing but she simply giggled.

"That's Chucky.. Oh, Angel must be somewhere inside.. that just leaves.." she landed on the last one and I about hauled ass.

"FUCKING COCO?!" I screamed, jumping into my friends arms.

"..coco." Summer sighed, laughing at the fact i hauled serious ass after him.

"Damn, bebita! You really going to fucking jump my bones this quick?" Coco smiled, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Oh, te saltaré el culo cualquier día de la semana Coco" (Oh, I'll jump your ass any day of the week Coco) I replied, hugging him tightly.

"Can anyone tell me who the fuck that is hugging Coco? Does he have another fucking kid cause I swear to god his ass always fuckin'.." I heard loudly coming from behind everyone else.

Out came a man wearing the same kutte as everyone else, his rockers reading "secretary" instead. He looked to be the tallest of the bunch, his dark raven hair slicked back and a nice little beard matching. He looked like a much older version of EZ...oh, that must be..

"Angel! I swear to god if you ever insinuate my baby sister fucking anyone in this group, no offense Bishop, l swear to god.." Summer replied, cursing Angel out.

"Hey, uh.. EZ? You related to him?" I asked, hopping down from Coco and looking in EZ's way.

"Yeah.. yeah thats my brother Angel." He replied, shaking his head.

"Give me your gun." I replied blankly.

"Excuse me?" He replied, very obviously taken aback.

"I said, give me your fucking gun, prospect." I replied, not taking my eyes off of Angel and my sister arguing.

Everyone looked at me curiously, wondering what the hell i was about to do. I grabbed the gun out of Ez's hand and smiled... it has been so long since I've pulled a trigger..

I took the safety off his piece and without warning a shot rang out.

"What the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Angel screamed, grabbing his ear.

"Oh, don't be a fucking baby. It barely grazed your ear" I replied and passed Ez's piece back to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with your sister Summer?!" He hissed, looking between me and Summer.

"You could have fucking killed me had you not missed" he said, and I smiled.

"I didn't miss. That was a warning shot. Fun fact, but did you know when you get shot in the head you can feel the wind blowing through the hole just before you die?" I asked, giggling at the end. Everyone looked at me in bewilderment and I shrugged. Suits themselves.

Being the complete extensively crazy person i am, I walked next to Angel and kissed his cheek.

"La próxima vez no seas un idiota conmigo, ángel." I whispered in his ear, patting his shoulder.

This was going to be interesting.

[zdogswife]

OMG hiii I see you've never written a blog so can I just give you a starter? Smut with all of the boys please 🥺😭😭 I hate that emoji but yeah you don't have to (aged up if your doing younger boys as such as aonung, Loak, neteyam rotxo,)

OFC MY LOVE GIRL YKNOW I GOT YOUUU ITS GONNA BE A LIL ANGSTY BUT THAT SINT NEVER HURT A SOUL??

Song to listen to

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Warning: Slightly hard smut, cheating, choking, yandere basically, emotional, Angst, nOt making up, loak is a hoe, pregnancy , getting back together, fluffy at the end, language

Summary: You and loak have a nice life or so you thought 💭

You're a moaning mess your loincloth thrown to the floor loaks too he's rutting into you at a fast pace "Loak my god don't fucking stop yesss," you moan out "wasn't planning on it your to good f'me " he says wet squelching sounds can be her heard from his fast pace " damn baby yessss" loak says he feels you clenching knowing your at your limit he gives you soft slow hard thrusts "CUMMM" with that your body shakes around and you squirt all over his abdomen " stay baby I'm not done yet " he flips your body around plays with your clit with his tip and gently slides in "to much damn daddy" you speak " he starts throbbing inside you but before you can pull him out warm stick thick cum fills your womb he plants kisses all of your face then begins to clean you up.

***********

You wake up and suddenly feel weak you feel the need to scream and throw up you start to call loak over to help you but he's not there "Damnit loak I think I'm sick" you get up to throw up only to realize loak never came back the yesterday when he left you to go play with his friends you grab your bow and get ready to call your ikran thinking something happened to him "Please be okay" you whisper taking off with your ikran to his family marui which would usually be empty due to there schedules you land and began to get ready to charge but you hear sounds "damn you loak calling me another bitches name no your motherfucking girlfriend name who the hell are you" She storms out and you hide when she's officially gone you walk back in realizing he did something he shouldn't have done he cheated " you cheated on me loak?' you asked knowing the answer " baby yes I'm sorry I thought of you the whole time I said your whole fuckin name y.n " He yelled when he is the one that should be getting yelled at " LOAK AFTER EVERY I'VE DONE FOR YOU YOU GO OUT AND DO THIS AS IF I'VE DONE NOTHING" You yelled you walked out you weren't leaving him you needed space.

**************.

Guilt guilt is what you thought when you found out you were pregnant you needed to reconcile with loak you needed to but you couldn't see him he should've never ever cheated on you, you needed him to apologize to you. You decided the least you could do was tell him and hope for the best you hop off of your ikran going to his family marui you open the makeshift door , you walk in to all eyes on except loaks ahem you clear your voice " I'm pregnant." You state and all eyes turn on loak but loak at you with widened eyes you walk out with your head dropped low not wanting to make eye contact with anyone else but you didn't know loak had followed you but you did when he tugged at your arm "what the fuc-" you spoke or tried to but you were interrupted with loaks words " I'm sorry day and night I think about what we should've been your the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me I cannot bear not being with you," he spoke with his ears flattened "Lo what you did to me wasn't right at all you hurt me and cut me like a knife I tried to make it right and avoid you but I can't I love you ," you say with tears as you press your forehead onto his 'Can I kiss you?' loak asks and you nod your head in agreement he pulls your face in and cups your cheeks in both hands he places his lips onto yours and grazes his tongue over your lips before sliding into your mouth before breaking the kiss he gives you a smirk. "loak don't do that ever please I was wrong leaving you alone to suffer but you were wrong to let's make it right for our baby " he nods and rubs your still flattened stomach .

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"Ready for our date baby?" Loak asks, you two promised each other to take each other out every week to keep your love going and growing " Yes dear I it will take awhile He keeps growing making my life harder each day" you giggle at what you said but you didn't get a response from loak next thing you know he's right beside you "He?? Baby we're having a boy omg little loak Jr omg" you stop and burst out laughing at the thought of little loak running around skipping and hopping on your marui pod loak takes you out finally you walk around the ocean to see bioluminescence everywhere he pulls out his hand for you too hold to get inside the water "loak were are we going?" You question, he doesn't answer and calls for his ilu your in awe as you arrive it was a secret no private cove hidden inside the forest part of the ocean you stood there mouth propped open you were taken from reality itself until a hand pulls you out of the trance he pulls you into the small pod he attacks your face with kisses he pulls yo both onto his ilu and you start moving as the ilus pace increases you hold on tighter. swimming in circles you feel the need to breath but you're having to much fun, but finally you two have to come up and you do so! " Loak I love you and your son to the end up time" you speak and he smiles as happy tears trail down his face " I love you ma itan I love you yawne" he says and you both kiss passionately before you both say ''oel ngati kaimie''

Hii hope you enjoyed it (: I can do another part if need be love you sweet dear

[officermaddie23]

When the cast of Vanessa Presents stays at a motel

Montgomery Gator: Hi welcome to the clown motel how can I help you? We're running a weekly special right now we have the roach room and the murder room

Millie: Uh we have a little boy who's scared of clowns

Montgomery Gator: Yah scared of clowns come here kid

Millie: Go on Gregory don't be shy

Montgomery Gator: ARE YOU A FREAKING COWARD

Gregory: My dad told me to tell anyone who calls me that to fuck off

Millie (sensing Gregory's discomfort): Okay Gregory that's probably enough (Gregory runs over to her)

Montgomery Gator: Would you guys like to buy a room or are you wasting my time

Luis: Hey dawg that's just my friend and her kid along with her co worker and ghost friend We'll take a clean room you have a clean room

Montgomery Gator: Yeah let me check if I do oh would you look at that I don't would you like the roach room or the murder room

Luis: What happened in the murder room exactly

Montgomery Gator: Uh some bitch did not get a kid his happy meal so he threw her off the balcony. Would you like the murder room or the roach room

Luis: Listen fool if you can't give us a clean room we're not staying here

Montgomery Gator: You are not gonna find any better rooms than the clown motel pal

Luis: The fuck kind of motel is this

Montgomery Gator: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT KINDA FUCKING MOTEL IS THIS LOOK AROUND YOU ITS THE BEST ON THE BLOCK IT'S A CLOWN MOTEL ITS FULL OF CLOWNS

(Millie, Charlie, Vanessa, and Gregory are laughing there asses off)

Montgomery Gator: YOU WANT A FUCKING ROOM OR NOT COME ON

Luis: Listen fool if you don't give us a room I'm gonna leave a one star review on yelp bitch

Montgomery Gator: OH MY GOD PAL YOU AIN'T GONNA GIVE ME SHIT PAL EITHER BUY A ROOM OR GET OUT I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE CLOWN MOTEL BUT A COUPLE OF CLOWNS JUST WALKED THROUGH MY DOOR

Luis: What the fuck did you just call me that's it I'm going full El Paso on your bitch ass ES MEJOR QUE NOS DAN UNA SALA DE MIERDA SI NO VOY A VOLARLE LOS OJOS

Montgomery Gator: Someone tell me what he's saying I don't speak Taco Bell

Vanessa: *dies of laughter*

Luis: MIRA TONTO VOY A CONTAR HASTA 3 SI A LAS 3 NO NOS DAS CUARTO LIMPIO

Montgomery Gator: What is this guy saying

Charlie Emily: We dunno

Montgomery Gator: THIS IS ENGLISH LAND (shakes Luis) WE SPEAK ENGLISH

@mellowwolflady this would happen

[lowkeycasanova]

Catching flights, and maybe feelings too

*written in 2021*

Plot: you and Vinnie are on the same flight home

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After putting your luggage at the top, you took your seat by the window and prepared for the flight.

You were headed home to LA from Seattle but had to stop in Las Vegas to get on a connected flight. Meaning it would take longer to get home, but the ticket was cheaper than flying nonstop.

Everyone was settling in their chosen seats and so far, you were in a row by yourself. You didn't mind though. At least you wouldn't be stuck with someone who was probably annoying and could enjoy the ride in peace.

"Hey, is anyone sitting here?"

Well, your moment of peace was interrupted.

A guy about your age was standing in the aisle, referring to the seat next to him.

"No, you can take it." You said.

Part of you became a little anxious because even though he was wearing a mask, you could tell he was attractive and you weren't ready for that.

He quickly put his suitcase in the space above so that he wasn't blocking the way and sat down, leaving the middle seat between you and him empty.

He'd glance at you and you'd glance at him but for the most part, you two just kept to yourselves. You had your headphones in the whole time, even if you weren't listening to anything.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the fight attendant said on the intercom. "Please make sure that your seatbelts are tight and your seats are up as we will be landing soon. It is 9:32 pm. Welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada."

The plane finally landed and at this point, you were just itching to get off. One half of the trip was done.

The guy next to you got out of his seat and grabbed his bags and then moved out of the way so you could get yours. You made your way out and he was behind you.

After making your way through the tunnel that connects the plane and the terminal gate, you were met with the sight of bright lights. Yep, it was definitely Vegas if there were rows and rows of slot machines in the middle of the airport.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up and then headed to the next boarding gate that would put you on the final flight home. Upon arriving, you see a familiar face sitting down on one of the chairs. The guy that sat next to you previously. This time, he wasn't wearing his mask because he wasn't around anyone, and you couldn't believe it.

Vinnie Hacker.

Part of you wanted to go up to him and make conversation. From what you heard and seen about him, he seemed like a pretty cool guy. But the other part of you didn't want to bother him. You know he gets people coming up to him all the time. Plus, it was late at night and he was probably exhausted like you.

So you went with the second option.

You sat in a seat diagonally across from him, but he saw you from his peripheral vision and he spoke up first.

"Going to LA too huh?"

"Yeah."

Fuck, you hated how awkward you sounded.

"What brings you there?" He asked.

"I'm going back home after visiting friends in Seattle." You answered.

"Oh I was in Seattle too. Visiting family." He said but then realization hit him. "I mean, of course I was, we were on the same flight from there. Are you from there?"

"Oh no, I just have friends who live there for school. What about you?"

"Yeah I'm from there, but moved to LA last year. But I go back every so often to visit. I'm Vinnie by the way."

"I'm Y/N. And yeah, I know who you are."

"From tik tok?"

"Yeah, honestly, where else?" You laughed.

"True, true."

He kinda looked embarrassed but you just smiled.

You two talked for a little bit, getting to know each other when a lady in a uniform got everyone's attention at the front desk.

"Attention everyone. Unfortunately there have been some technical issues with the plane. They are trying to get that fixed as soon as possible. But in the meantime y'all just have to sit tight. I'm so sorry for this inconvenience."

That was the last thing you wanted to hear.

Technical issues? Who knows how long that was gonna take?

You let out an exasperated sigh and Vinnie looked in your direction.

"You okay?"

"To be honest? No. I'm already exhausted. Don't get me wrong, the airport is a vibe, but at some point it's time to go."

"Yeah this sucks."

There was silence between you two for a moment until Vinnie spoke again.

"You wanna go look around or something? Since we don't know how long we'll be here."

Your first thought was to say no. You've never been inside this airport and the last thing you wanted was to get lost while exploring. But at the same time, it wasn't as busy with it being so late so you could go look around without being crowded.

"Yeah, sure." You shrugged. You figured it would also be nice to stretch your legs. Besides, you would be doing anything but sitting in a chair for God knows how long. You might as well pass the time.

You both got up and you made sure to remember the gate number and look for landmarks so you can come back on time.

After walking for a few minutes and making small talk, Vinnie wanted to go get a late night snack. Lucky for him, most of the food places are open 24 hours. He got a quick bite, even asking if you wanted something and offered to pay, but you declined, stating that you weren't that hungry.

Then, you found a gift shop and you eagerly pulled Vinnie along. Not that you necessarily wanted to buy anything, but you always liked looking at what these shops in different cities had to offer.

Vinnie was standing by your side for the most part, smiling as you examined the tourist-y stuff. But Vinnie saw hoodies that had caught his attention and he went over.

As he looked through the racks, someone excitedly called his name and his head snapped in that direction.

It was a young girl, maybe 13 with her mom. A huge smile came over his face as he hugged the girl. There weren't many people in the store and you could hear almost the whole conversation.

She mentioned how she had a fan page for him and he said how he appreciated that. She even went on to ask if she had ever seen her edits but he politely stated that he didn't know because he sees so many that it's hard to keep track. They talked for a bit more and gave each other one last hug and got a picture before she went her separate way.

“Hey.” He said.

"Hi."

"Do you want that?" He asked, referring to the keychain you were fiddling with.

"I mean, I don't know."

"Hey, it has your name on it. You should get it."

"Well-"

"I'll pay for it. And I'll get one too. If they have my name though. They never do on these things."

He looked through the selection and to his surprise, he actually found it.

He took yours and went to the register to pay for them. You couldn't even argue with him.

Now y'all were heading back to the gate. Only to see everyone lined up.

"Shit, they're boarding." He exclaimed.

Guess they solved that problem faster than you thought.

You both had to walk as fast as you could. You probably would've ran of you didn't have luggage weighing you down.

You two were the last ones to get on and there was a space in the middle of the plane for you both.

You took your spot next to the window again and this time, Vinnie sat right next to you.

"I hope you don't mind. I'm kinda in your personal space."

"Not at all."

*time skip*

You were listening to music and you glanced over at Vinnie who had his eyes closed.

In an attempt to get comfortable in the seat, you started fidgeting around, but waking Vinnie up.

"We're still on this damn plane?" He said and rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, we have about 45 minutes."

"You've got to be kidding me." He yawned.

"Tell me about it."

"What are you listening to?" He asked.

You were about to answer but he grabbed one of your headphones and put it in his ear.

He smiled. "I love this song."

You gave him your other headphone so he could listen to your playlist.

"Where's your phone?" You asked but he didn't seem to hear you as he crossed his arms and sat back in the chair with his eyes closed.

You liked how comfortable he became around you and how you were with him.

You looked out the window and even did miscellaneous stuff on your phone, making sure not to disrupt the music playing for Vinnie.

"Would you like anything to drink?" You heard a soft voice ask and look up to see the flight attendant.

"No thanks, I'm fine." You answered.

She looked at Vinnie. "Anything for you sir?"

There was a pause because Vinnie was too consumed in the music. You elbowed him and he open his eyes, startled.

"Do you want anything?" You asked him and pointed to the lady in front of him.

"What?" He exclaimed loudly.

"Shh. She asked if you wanted anything."

"Oh, I'll take some water." He said to her. After he received it, he gave you your headphones back.

"Your playlist is kinda boring."

"Excuse you?" You scoffed.

"Only because it doesn't have songs from my playlist yet."

*another time skip*

You were finally at the LAX airport.

"How do you feel?" Vinnie asked as you two walked to baggage claim together.

"It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm at the airport. Yeah, I'm not stable." You laughed.

After getting the rest of your bags, it was now time to head out to the parking garage to drive him which meant your time with Vinnie was coming to and end.

To be honest, you were surprised that he'd stuck with you for this long.

"Y/N, did you leave your car here?" He asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well...it's just that..do you mind if you could give me a ride home? I mean if not, that's okay. It's just that my car doesn't work right now and I really don't wanna pay for an Uber-"

"Of course I will. Follow me."

He sighed with relief.

The drive was pretty silent with Vinnie occasionally telling you directions. He lived a good distance away, but then again, so did you.

"No way, I live like 10 minutes from here." You told him as you pulled into his neighborhood.

"Small world huh?"

You pulled into the driveway of the Hype House. You'd seen in on tik tok here and there. It was a lot bigger in person.

Vinnie unbuckled his seatbelt. "Thanks for the ride. And for everything tonight. I really appreciate it."

"Your welcome." You smiled.

"Do you wanna hang out sometime? You know since we live close by each other."

"Yeah I'd like that."

"Oh, and here's your keychain." He pulled it out of the bag and gave it to you.

"Thanks." You just stuck it on your pocket.

You two swapped numbers and he gathered his things out of the car. He gave you one last wave as he walked towards to door.

You made your way home not so long after.

While changing clothes, you remembered the keychain on your pocket and took it out so that it wouldn't get washed. But when you looked at it, it had a different name.

Vincent.

[jboofan]

There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN Part 26

I'm so fucked up

YN took a deep breath, unsure how he was going to take this.

"I made contact with Ari's dad, three years ago. I'd landed in LA and had been feeling sick. I got tested and found out I was pregnant. I messaged him to tell him, but he said that he didn't want kids and didn't care what I did with it."

"Who is it, do I know him?" Jin asked standing up.

"We're not here to judge you YN. Just support you."

YN inhaled deeply. "If you hadn't come over it would have been even harder. But then Jackson had his world tour and it seemed a perfect excuse to live in a bubble for a little bit longer. But now, there's no avoiding it."

Jin held the bridge of his nose, looking up at the ceiling. "It's Yoongi isn't it?"

The words he knew, but dreaded to say out loud came true.

"Then you told me he has some on off girlfriend, the same woman I was sent to him because of, and he still went back to her," she scoffed in disgust.

"Even so, I can't believe he doesn't want to be a part of your lives," Jackson couldn't quite believe it.

Jin was picking up his jacket silently to leave when YN grabbed his arm.

"Seokjin don't do anything. Please," she saw the locked jaw and grew concerned. "Let me handle it."

Jin sighed deeply, "I ought to kick him out the fucking group, and then run him over and then back over him for good measure. Then rip him limb for limb."

"I'll get the shovel," Uncle Kim proclaimed.

"And I'm reporting for limb ripping," Jackson raised his hand.

"No one will be doing anything. No shovels, or breaking limbs," she warned them all, trying to not wake up the sleeping child next door.

"Fine," sulked Jin, "but if he provokes me then it's not my fault," he warned pulling on his jacket. "I need to go think."

"Seokjin! You don't have to leave to go think," YN called back to him but he wasn't listening.

"I think he um, took it well?" she looked at Jackson nervously.

"Damn, hyung, he just needs some time to adjust," Jackson pulled her back, "Truthfully I think I need some time to let it sink in too."

"Do I need to give you space too?" she asked sarcastically.

"A whiskey will do for now," he said pointing at the bottle on the table. "I'm sorry that you had to keep this to yourself for so long."

**

Yoongi woke early, unable to sleep. His time keeping had become atrocious but he was going to try.

"Hey man," he smiled fist bumping Hobi and Jimin. "You okay?" Jimin asked, as Namjoon drank his coffee and they waited to go up for some recording sessions.

"Yeah, fine."

Jimin nodded, "That's good man. Just cause YN is back, we hope you and her can be civil." He waved off behind Yoongi.

"Hi!" he giggled in a kiddie voice. "I'll catch you in a minute bro," he dashed over to where YN and Jungkook were standing talking. His vision was soon filled with the little girl he caught a glimpse of yesterday.

Yoongi smiled, she was dressed cutely, like a little lady as she squealed in excitement as the boys were playing hide and seek with her.

"Whose that?" Yoongi asked.

"That's YN's kid. So cute she is, look at em, she looks just like her," Hobi looked over at them.

"Her husband not with her?" he looked to Hobi, who shrugged his shoulders. "Jackson? She never told us if they were together, and we never asked. We didn't want to assume anything, or be rude. It must be Jackson right?" he spotted him arriving holding a child's bag.

"The two of them are pretty close, actually when you look at her, she looks a bit like him if you squint," Hobi waved to YN, "C'mon let's go say hi."

Yoongi stood hesitantly by himself, looking over at them, but his feet were already walking towards them.

"Hey," he said to the group. 

"Hey Hyung," Jungkook smiled back.

"Am I your favourite now?" Jungkook asked.

Ari giggled, "no silly," as he pouted which made her laugh even more.

YN laughed nervously, as an oblivious Jungkook continued teasing Ari.

"Hey guys, who's this?" Yoongi finally smiled, lowering his mask.

YN caught Jackson's jaw tense up briefly. She looked at him, and they exchanged silent glances with each other.

"This is Ari. My daughter?" she looked a little confused.

What a dick. Here he was acting like he had no clue who she was.

"Hi, I'm Yoongi."

He shook her little hand. He noticed the bright hues of hazel in her eyes, the clearest eyes. Eyes that looked just like YN. She was definitely YN's daughter, her skin was a light tan, akin to his ex-wife.

"Hi," she said shyly, still staring at the man.

"Hey there Princess," Yoongi spoke with care.

YN wasn't happy with this little exchange, but didn't know what to say.

"Jackson, it's been a while," he reached out his hand politely to Jackson, who was caught off guard and could only nodd and shake it back. "How are you?"

He looked back at YN, suddenly it was like no one else was in the room.

"This is both yours daughter?" He asked a little surprised at his own question. He shouldn't have asked it, but somewhere deep down, somehow he hoped he was wrong.

"She's my princess," Jackson replied "Ain't you princess?" he gave her a snuggle and kiss.

Uncle Kim appeared, "The car is ready."

YN zipped Ari's coat up. 

"Let's go Mama." Ari held out her arms to YN. 

"Mama's coming sweetie, I just need a word with Yoongi here."

"Yoogha come too," Ari reached out to Yoongi demanding he pick her up.

Yoongi reached out but was cut off by YN who ushered her towards Jackson.

She waited for everyone to leave, snapping her head back.

"What the hell are you fucking playing at?" she growled quietly, pushing his chest with a finger.

Yoongi took a step back holding onto her wrist, in shock. "Woah woah what the hell did I do?"

"You know exactly what you didn't do. And then you come walking over like everything is fine? Do us a favour, keep away from me and my daughter. Only speak to me if it's about work."

"No I won't keep away from you. I ain't going no where Mrs Min."

YN took a moment to realise what he had called her. "I'm not your wife anymore."

She looked at him sad, as the shock of what he had spoken made him freeze and let go of her hand. Watching her storm off leaving him standing.

What the hell just happened?

What am I supposed to have done?

Why was Jackson being defensive with me? We got on well..there must have been a misunderstanding or something..

And why the fuck did I call her wife?

God I'm so fucked up.

Puzzled, he caught sight of her give him a disappointed look as she finally got into the car.

She didn't reply back.

@craftymoonchaos @bbl32 @ireadthensuetheauthors @pb-n-juju @audreonne @larenelizabeth @kyle-told-me-whats-up @alexayoonlee @forvever-ddaeng

[blouisparadise]

There were some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of January. We really hope you enjoy this list and show these fics love. Happy reading!

1) Bad, Bad Boy | Explicit | 1449 words

Harry is enervated, Louis isn't.

2) Purest Form Of Melody | Explicit | 2554 words

Note: This is the sequel to #4 on the list. This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

There on the screen is a simple, “Sir, my pretty little hole is ready for your massive cock to split it open.” and attached with it is a close-up photo of his baby’s pink hole enveloping a massive butt plug.

3) Black Swan And Cookie Dough | Mature | 2620 words

Harry comes back from LA, and Louis’ has been horny since the moment he left him. He rides him, and more smut. Fluff at the end!

4) You Served Yourself In A Golden Platter | Explicit | 3381 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“Please fuck me.” He panted whilst letting out the prettiest whine. Harry smirked when he heard the request.

“Yeah? So desperate for your little slutty hole to be filled that you came in here in your little skirts and crop tops just be fucked?” At that Louis’ moaned loudly whilst moving his ass against Harry’s hands before leaning in for more kisses. His fingers both gripping roughly on Harry’s curls.

“Of course, you are. That’s what little sluts do, isn't it baby?”

“Yes, yes. I’m a slut.”

5) Bring Me Home | Explicit | 3724 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Harry figures out how to help Louis get over his insecurities.

6) Thighs | Not Rated | 3795 words

Where Louis still doesn't feel ready to start his sex life with his cute boyfriend and Harry is understanding enough to wait until Louis is sure and decides to try new things with him.

7) You Fit Me Better | Explicit | 3854words

Louis moves back to Cheshire with no prospects and lacking a laundry machine for his apartment. At the laundromat, he meets Harry, a meddlesome alpha who smells divinely enough to ease his anxiety. When Louis goes back home, he finds out he switched clothing with Harry, meaning he needs to meet him again to give it back.

8) Eyes Don’t Lie | Explicit | 4940 words

The prompt given by one of my readers, where Louis and Harry are already in a relationship and somehow Louis gets it all wrong because of a misunderstanding.

9) Conjugal Bliss | Explicit | 5037 words

As the couple settles into their newly wed life, Harry is convinced that heaven sent Louis to him.

10) Early Morning Dew (The Art of New Perspectives) | Mature | 5732 words

Harry develops a piss kink. Louis is just (happily) along for the ride.

11) The Onlookers Join In | Explicit | 6525 words

“It’s the only time Louis gives up control. We don’t always do it that way, but you can tell he needs it every now and then.”

“Yeah, gets pretty mouthy without it.” Liam said, as if he personally knew. It made Louis’ jaw drop.

“Wait. Just how fucking much do you guys hear us? I thought we were quiet!”

Every single one of them burst into laughter, even Harry. Louis pouted even as Harry’s hand landed on his back, ushering him outside of the dressing room. “We listen in a lot, mate.” Zayn said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We don’t really mind.”

12) Last The Night | Not Rated | 9169 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH and TL.

“I know baby. I thought we could maybe make it like a little game. To get us through the night,” Harry offered softly, his tone conveying that in no way was Louis obligated to say yes to Harry’s sex-capades. Louis continued tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. If Harry looked close enough, he could probably see the little blood marks from his front two teeth imprinted on the soft pink skin. “Don’t bite my love…” Harry said, running his thumb over Louis’ chin.

Snapping back from his thoughts, Louis released his puffy, spit-slick lip before glancing at Harry. The pink of his cheeks had yet to fade. “Like a game?” Louis offered up weakly, staring at Harry from underneath his long lashes. He was still squeezing his thighs together, now slowly rubbing them against each other. Harry had him wrapped around his finger.

13) Broken Hearts Aligned | Explicit | 10055 words

The getting back together fic featuring a confused broken Harry, a sad Louis and an incident that brings them together.

14) Wisps Of Love | Explicit | 10669 words

"Now you're going to remind me about the office policies, omega?" The alpha growls and Louis' immediate response is to whimper and cower away, it wasn't Harry's alpha voice, but it was commanding and had frustration in it.

"I-I'm stating facts." He whispered and Harry took a step forward until his boots were in Louis' line of vision, ring cladded fingers raised his chin and made him look at green eyes.

"I'm here Louis. And I'm not here for good. I'm here for answers."

15) Blue Heaven | Explicit | 14023 words

The smutty one shot no one asked for where Louis is everything but a slut for his older brother's best friend.

16) Harness Your Hopes | Explicit | 15605 words

“He takes up half the bed and snores in your ear, Lou. We leave for Phoenix in the mornin’, don’t we? I say we lose him at the first petrol station,” Zayn whispers, thumbing over the omega’s chin.

Louis hums, considering, if only to temporarily quell Zayn’s whining. An arm tightens around his waist a moment later, and he’s tugged just slightly backwards, his backside pressed further into a warm body. Louis can’t help but flush a little. It’s silly, considering there’s nothing to hide from either of the two. Both Harry and Zayn have seen and pushed Louis into more revealing positions than a possessive hand flush against his stomach.

“I say we get the bus to leave without him tomorrow,” a deep voice grumbles into his ear, scratchy with sleep and loud enough for the other alpha to hear his words.

17) Dance Like Waves Along The Wind | Explicit | 17019 words

“What are you doing to me, my liege?” the God of the Sea murmured as he slid an arm around Louis’s slender waist.

Louis’s breath stuttered and his grip on the ruby red apple tightened just as Harry’s did around his body.

“I am hardly your liege, in this relationship,” he whispered out, tilting his head up to gaze at Harry’s imperceptibly dark eyes.

“No?” Harry inquired. “Am I not at the mercy to follow your every order? To cater to your every whim?”

Louis’s lips parted as he swallowed thickly, Harry’s eyes tracing his bobbing Adam’s apple intently.

“Are you?” were the only words he could get out in response before Harry was dipping down to press a heated kiss against his lips.

18) At Some Distant Star | Explicit | 17599 words

Louis Tomlinson was hired to harvest gems on a planet he'd never been to. When his pod crashes and strands him on the planet, he meets a fellow explorer with an agenda of his own.

19) Silk Chiffon | Explicit | 20122 words

Louis gets a message from his ex making fun of him for pretending to know how to cook on Instagram. They settle on a simple bet, Louis had to be Harry's perfect little housewife for an entire month.

20) To Be Loved By Another | Explicit | 25594 words

“What does it mean if he’s done two of them? That both of them are his love languages?”

“Well, maybe,” Oli considers. “Could be something else.”

Louis sits up straight. “What could it mean?”

Oli cowers a bit into his seat. “Listen, I’m not trying to get your hopes up for nothing if it just ends up being a friend thing.”

“Tell me,” Louis jabs him in the side. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell—”

“Okay!” Oli exclaims, shoving Louis’ hands away. “Okay, fine. Maybe, if he’s interested in you like that, it could be him trying to figure out what your love language is. And that’s why he’s done two different ones.”

21) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25877 words

Harry chuckles, smiling when Louis’ breath hitches as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Louis’ cheek. “Louis, would you like to go on a date with me?”

He still worries that the date won’t go well, that Harry will get bored of him or decide it’s too complicated dating an omega with a pup, but he nods anyway, “Yes.”

It feels worth it when Harry’s lips widen into a grin and the dimple that Louis finds quite charming craters into his cheek. Who knows, maybe it won’t be as awkward as you think, Louis thinks to himself and follows Harry to where Oliver is watching a chef with a loud laugh show the pup how to sculpt with chocolate. Maybe this time it’ll work out.

22) Still My Only One | Explicit | 27048 words

The AU inspired by the Netflix Series "Sex/life" with Billie as Louis, Brad as Harry and Cooper as Luke.

23) Soltanto Io, Soltanto Tu | Mature | 35592 words

A Romeo & Juliet retelling/AU on steroids, where Harry is Romeo, Louis is Juliet, and comedic nonsense transpires. Featuring the rest of OT5 and the original characters of Shakespeare’s “Romeo & Juliet.”

24) You Are Worlds Away | Explicit | 54450 words

“I met someone,” Louis sighed, grabbing a glass and pouring himself some beer.

“Is that why you look like that?” Liam asked, gesturing toward Louis’ hair and face, which no doubt was all messed up and debauched. Louis self consciously tried fixing his hair and wore a pout on his face.

“He was really cute.”

“Who was he?” Niall asked, sipping his beer.

As Louis went to answer, someone tapped on a microphone, quieting down the entire bar. Louis slowly swiveled in his seat as the spotlights lit up on the stage. Once his eyes saw who was standing there, Louis breathed out, “fuck.”

25) Run After Me, I Long To Love You | Explicit | 61895words

His stomach flips nervously as he recounts his earlier encounter. As much as he wants to claim embarrassment for his strange reaction to the green eyed boy, a small part of him keeps telling himself that is simply not the case. What it actually is though, he refuses to think about right now.

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Your Life with the Naruto Boys... As a Romcom!

This is probably my most crack fic idea ever and I don’t know if any of this will make any sense to someone who doesn’t have the displeasure of living in my brain... 

But! I literally could not stop thinking of this, so I had to just do it. Enjoy! 

Warnings: fluffy, such a crack idea, ow! minor heartache, comfort fic, spoilers for: When Harry Met Sally, The Proposal, and La La Land.

Mentions: Shikamaru, Kiba, and Sasuke

Shikamaru: When Harry Met Sally (f!reader)

Alright, listen up everyone. There are two things in life of which I am absolutely certain:

1. Shikamaru is a sweetheart.

2. He knows how to drive you FUCKING INSANE.

Like we’re talking so angry you throw things, kick and scream, and slam doors INSANE... Until, you get to know him.

Once that man lets you into his heart, you become his life. Suddenly, you’re all he can think about. Sometimes, he even forgets that he wants to smoke - because he is too busy thinking about what it would be like to kiss you, to hold you, to finally let someone get close to him.

There’s just one, tiny problem...

You are his best. fucking. friend.

I mean more than even Choji type of best friend. Yeah, you’re a girl. But so what? Shikamaru can tell you anything. He can get your advice on things. And he’d never admit it, but he sort of likes having a woman’s perspective on stuff (especially when it’s a woman who he respects). 

You used to loathe him. For ten years, you hated him. Thought he was a misogynistic asshole who didn’t have any respect for women. But once you got to know him, that was when you discovered how much of a sweetheart he was. How charming he could be. How kind and caring he could be. You told him everything and he became your one constant in life.

And then, after two years of friendship, it just sort of... happened. One minute, he’s comforting you about your ex and the next he’s in-between your thighs, grinning up at you like the devil himself, whispering about how long he’s waited for this.

You never thought that Shikamaru would ignore you after that night - after the long nights of staying up on the phone together watching your favorite movie, after telling him your secrets and listening to his, after longing stares across the room while you each talked to your individual friends - but he did, he ignored you. For months. And it fucking hurt.

After weeks of trying to call you, to explain himself to you, to scream at you about why this was so hard for him... he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to tell you.

He ran to the New Years Eve party like a madman and went straight to you. He yelled at you, in his oddly soothing and so-very-Shikamaru yell that wasn’t actually loud at all.

“I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

Kiba: The Proposal (f!reader)

Alright... so this was a weird day. First, he’s running super late and getting berated by his smoking hot boss. Then, not even three hours into his shift, he’s marrying her.

Look, he doesn’t like this either but a man’s gotta eat! If his boss gets deported, then Kiba’s out of a job and that is just not an option right now. So, that’s why he agreed to it and is now sitting with the woman who has made his life nothing but a living hell on an incredibly long flight back to his parent’s house.

You assure Kiba that this is only temporary, that you can file for a divorce after a year or two. In the meantime, he gets a huge promotion and gets the opportunity to open his own vet clinic after the divorce. It’s a win-win, really. He’d be an idiot not to do it... right?

***

He’s supposed to hate you, so why does this feel so shitty? After everything you’d admitted to him that weekend, after the kiss that caused sparks to ignite in his stomach and left him speechless, after telling him about your past, after going through with the whole thing, all the way up to the alter... Why are you confessing? Why here?

“I’m sorry to everyone, but...” You look at Kiba with tears in your eyes. “Kiba, I am especially sorry to you. You’re a good man.”

And then you ran away!

Kiba takes the next flight back to the office and barges through the doors right as you’re packing up your things to leave. You stare at him in complete bewilderment.

His chestnut hair is clinging to his sweaty forehead, his strong hands balled into fists on either side of his hips as he strides up to you. His chest is heaving and his eyes are wild.

“Kiba, why are you panting?”

“Because I’ve been running. I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah,” You say. “Well, I don’t have time to talk. I need to catch a 3:00 out of Japan.”

“STOP. TALKING.” Kiba shouted, finally approaching you. He stood just a few feet away. “Just listen to me.”

“Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab... or poisoned.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“I told you to stop talking. Then we had our little adventure together and things started to change. Things changed when we kissed, when you cried into my chest and told me about your past. They changed even when you checked me out when you saw me naked. When I realized I sort of liked it.” He grinned.

“Well, I didn’t see anything...”

“Yeah, you did. But I didn’t realize any of this until I was standing alone in a barn. Wifeless. Now, you can imagine my surprise when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So,”

Kiba gets on one knee and says you name slowly, looking up at you with his mischievous eyes.

“Marry me, because I’d like to date you.”

Sasuke: La La Land (gn!reader)

“So, you agree?” He asked, striding over towards the bench.

“That’s right,” You replied.

“What a waste of a lovely night.” 

The two of you spoke in unison, like you’d rehearsed this. As the sunset faded behind you and the town lit up beneath you like stars, you sat together and let the tension seep into your souls. 

Sasuke held something over you; it was something dangerous and alluring, a string that connected you together. The closer you got to him, the more taut the string became.

He took you all around town. You fell in love despite yourself. Your careers were both demanding, pulling the two of you in opposite directions, but you stayed together as long as possible. 

You cried into his shoulders, he gave himself to you fully in ways he had never done with anyone else; the time you spent together was haunting and beautiful and real, but in the end, the timing was wrong.

“Please,” Sasuke was outside of your apartment as you brought the bags to your car. He said your name like a sacred hymn, repeating it gently. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re sorry...” You repeated, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re sorry.” You scoffed, letting your arms fall to your side as you leaned against your car.

He knew this show was important to you; he knew it was critical to your career that it be a success. He knew you wanted your boyfriend there: for support, for comradery, for a lifeline that only he could give... and he missed it.

He missed it for his own career gain, and that was what hurt the most. That he chose himself over you; that he chose his career over yours. He would never see you as equal. And this proved it.

“I’m sorry,” He agreed, stepping closer to you. “Let me make it up to you.”

“It’s over.” You were surprised at how naturally the worlds tumbled out of you, how easy it was to say. You felt tension lift from your shoulders as the air in your head cleared for the first time in months. “It’s over.”

Now, ten years later, you walk into a tiny club on a random date night with your husband. The children have a babysitter, and you two can just enjoy the evening together like you did years ago. 

Sasuke sits at the piano, the spotlight illuminating his moonlight skin, as he plays the love song he wrote for you all those years ago. Memories flood over you, transporting you into a fairytale of “what if’s” and “if only’s” as he plays the familiar melody. 

The world spins around you like a top when the song finally ends. Applause from the audience and your husband suck you back into reality, but your eyes are locked on Sasuke. He hasn’t seen you yet.

“Do you want to stay for another?” Your husband leans over, puts his hand on yours. It feels cold, your body is hot; pain in your veins, ringing in your ears.

“No,” You murmur. “We should go.”

You turn around before you leave the club, your eyes connecting onto Sasuke’s familiar dark gaze. You stare at each other for awhile. His face slowly lights up and his lips ghost upwards as your eyes smile at him.

He looks content and he gives you a small nod. The look you share says more than words ever could. I loved you then. I love you still. I’ll love you forever.

You feel hot tears well in your eyes as you give him a sad smile. Your eyes stay locked onto each other as his face falters and falls. The final look between you translates to: maybe in another life, my love.

Sasuke lets his gaze linger on you as you turn away from him. Maybe for the last time, maybe not. He smiles as he counts the band down for the next number, reflecting on his stroke of serendipity, as he starts playing his last song of the night.

The first note of the song hits your ears as you glance up to your husband at the top of the stairs. His lovely mouth is formed into his signature grin, his hand extended towards you. You smile as you take his hand in yours, not looking back.

[finnyboywolfhard]

Shut Him Up

Richie Tozier x Reader 

Aged up 5 years after fight with IT so they are 18 :)

summary: The Losers Club has a movie night and Richie doesn’t know how to shut up. 

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 2.1k 

           Popcorn popped loudly in the vibrating microwave, Y/N maneuvered around the kitchen gathering the various snacks and drinks that the Loser’s requested. She grabbed a large bowl for the popcorn as a knock pounded against the door.

“Hold on!” Y/N dropped the hot bag and rushed over to the door, pulling it open with a huff, delighted to see Beverly Marsh behind the door. “Oh thank god it’s you.” Y/N said wrapping her arms around Bev.

“You sure are happy to see me.”

“Because I know you’ll actually help me get everything set up and not just goof off. If Richie was the first one here one more time I was gonna go crazy.” Y/N explained as she walked to the kitchen, handing Bev a few bags of chips and a tray holding drinks. Y/N poured the popcorn in a bowl and grabbed the packages of candy from beside her and ushered for Bev to follow her through the corridor to her Living Room. They dropped the snacks onto the table. Y/N looked down to see she was still in her “nicer” clothes.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get changed real quick, open the door if any of them come.”

“I need you to know I’m gonna snoop.” Bev yelled out as Y/N began bounding up the stairs.

“You always do!” Y/N yelled back. Once inside her room, she rummaged through her drawers to find an old t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. She put on a pair of socks, grabbed a few blankets from her room and came back down to a room full of teenage boys. She looked around at how the chairs and couches filled up, to see that she was once again stranded on the loveseat with the chatterbox himself Richie Tozier.

“Hey Bev! I think you might have left something in my room last week, can you come with me for a sec?” Y/N yelled, just peering around the corner. All eyes looked at her.

“What did she forget?” Ben asked as Bev passed by him.

“A girl thing, there’s a reason I didn’t say what.”

“Oh so a Brassiere!” Richie said in the annoying British voice before switching back to his own. “You could have just said Y/N/N, we all know you both have tits.”

           Y/N simply flipped him off and grabbed Bev’s hand to go upstairs. The two got inside Y/N’s room and Y/N just crossed her arms and looked at her.

“What? Why are you mad?”

“How the hell did I end up next to Richie AGAIN?”

“We practically have assigned seats at this point…” Bev said trying to play it off.

“Bullshit. Last week you sat in the La-Z-Boy with Bill and this week you’re on the big couch with Ben, Mike and Stan. What is up?” Y/N stared at Bev until she finally broke.

“Okay, he has a crush on you and is too scared to tell you so he keeps asking to sit next to you and showing up first.” Y/N’s jaw hung slack for a few moments before she snapped it shut and ran her hands through her hair. She collapsed backwards onto her bed.

“Beeeevvvvvv. This can’t be happening to me.”

“Oh please, like you don’t feel the same way.” Bev said grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her to sit up.

“What are you—“ Y/N looks at Bev who just cocks her head as if to ask ‘are you serious?’. “Fine, maybe I do. But he NEVER shuts up during movies. It ruins the experience.”

“Just ask him to stop, he’d do anything you ask, I’m sure of it.” Bev said. “Now, we have to get down there or else they’ll know this was definitely a lie.”

The two giggle as they leave the room and go back down the stairs. Y/N hip bumps Bev as Bev goes to her seat on the couch and Y/N puts in the movie.

“Kay Stanley, what did you bring us on this fine evening?” Y/N said as she glanced down at the CD.

“Forrest Gump. It was released in theaters a few months ago, the woman at Blockbuster said that it is a must see. It has Tom Hanks.”

“Oh that’s the dude on the poster in the Arcade!” Richie piped in.

“Yeah it is Richie! Doesn’t it have umm…the woman who played Princess Buttercup…umm Ro—“

“Robin Wright!” Stanley finished her thought. “Yeah it is, so you’ve heard of it?”

“Yeah my parents saw it, they loved it. I guess we’re in for a treat.” Y/N flashed her smile to the Loser’s as she tiptoed her way to beside Richie. She couldn’t help but notice that there was only one blanket on the seat.

“Hey guys? I thought I brought down a blanket for each of us?” Y/N looked around the room, the sound of previews playing. Her eyes finally landed on Bev, who had a curious smirk across her face.

“Oh…huh…when I was distributing them there was only seven…I guess you didn’t.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another.” Before she could leave, Richie grabbed a hold of her hand.

“Don’t worry about that, just take this one. I don’t get cold.”

“Yeah, okay, sure. We all know that’s true.” Y/N said sarcastically, dropping onto the seat. The movie had only been playing for about 15 minutes and Y/N swore that Richie was leaning over and whispering something for 14 minutes of it.  

“Psst…Y/N/N…” Richie leaned over to whisper once more.

“What?!” Y/N whispered back with force.

“I actually am cold, can we share?” She looked over, he was giving her puppy dog eyes and her hard exterior was being broken with each second she held eye contact.

“Fine.” She untucked the blanked from under her and threw it across Richie’s Lap. She had to scoot closer in order for the blanket to comfortably cover them both.

“Oooh, awfully close there sweetheart. It’s almost like you like me or some shit.” Richie teased. Y/N just rolled her eyes and kept her focus onto the movie. The blanket and close proximity kept Richie quiet for a bit, but not too long.

“Y/N/N.”

“Richie, please, can you just shut the fuck up?” Y/N/N plead to him in a whisper. She looked toward him, unaware of how close they were, as their noses nearly grazed. Richie took in a breath.

“Make me.” He said, softening his frame. Y/N didn’t know what took over her. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted to actually watch the movie. Maybe it was the fact that she’s had a crush on Richie for the past two years. Maybe she’s using it as ammunition against his crush. She didn’t know for certain, but she leaned forward and kissed Richie. At first gently--longingly. But then she pulled his head closer to her for a more passionate kiss for a few seconds and then she pulled back. She sat back firmly against the couch. Richie sat dazed for a second, glancing between Y/N and his own lap before sitting back just as Y/N did.

           The credits began to roll when Mike leaned over and flicked on the lamp in the room. Everyone did the usual stretching and readjusting to light. Stan and Eddie started to small talk about the movie but their attention was piqued by Bev.

“Y/N, did you break Richie?” Bev asked, looking towards the boy who was sitting back against the loveseat, with love struck eyes and a confused look across his face. Every so often he would just look over towards Y/N and then immediately just back to his lap. Y/N glanced over for the first time since and giggled to herself a little bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said just for the ruse.

“Look at him! He’s like…glazed over.” Eddie said flailing at the boy sitting there.

“Yeah, and I haven’t heard him in like 45 minutes, that’s not normal.” Stanley agreed. Suddenly, Richie snaps out of his daze and cockily turns to Y/N.

“Come on, Y/N/N. Show them what you did to me.” Richie smirked in the cockiest way he ever has. As much as she hated it, she kinda loved it too.

“Fine, I will.” Y/N declared in the same tone, making glaring eye contact as she pulled Richie in for a kiss. It lasted for a few moments before they pulled apart. They looked at each other for a few moments.

“What just happened?” Mike said blankly bursting the bubble the two were in.

“That was so…” Eddie pauses to gag. “So fucking nasty.”

“Wow thank you Eds for those touching words.” Y/N sarcastically said.

“Are you gonna explain or are we just gonna sit here?” Bev asked.

“He wouldn’t shut the fuck up during the movie so I asked him to, and he said ‘make me’, so I kissed him. It worked.” She said, maintaining eye contact with Bev, who then started to giggle. Richie’s eyes moved between the two girls, piecing things together.

“Fuck you Bev. You fucking told her.” Richie said standing up angrily, gathering his stuff up, clearly about to storm out.

“Richie I—“Bev started to answer.

“I don’t want to hear it. You both embarrassed me, I…I gotta go.” Richie tried to get past Bill and Mike who had now formed a barrier in front of the door.

“R-R-R-Richie, just listen to th-th-them.” Bill said.

“Why should I?” Richie said. Y/N nervously stood from the love seat and turned to face the doorway.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

“You’re fucking in love with me?” Richie asked shocked.

“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?” Y/N laced her hands through Richie’s and pulls him up the stairs. She slinks through her door and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her for Richie. He sits down, and starts wringing his hands. The silence is deafening. “Hey.” She said as she leans to bump into him.

“Y/N/N…” he said dishearteningly. As she looked at him, her gut told her to just say ‘Fuck it’.

“Richie I have had a crush on you since that day two years ago when you found me crying in the clubhouse. You just sat and listened to me, and you made me feel so…safe. It was a side of you I had never seen before. And I liked it. And then suddenly I started liking everything. Except for when you talk through movies, but everything else.” She giggled, and looked at him. She loved the way his curls framed his face and the way his brown eyes still sparkled unlike any other. She loved the way sometimes his mouth looked too big for his face. She loved the way he would overcompensate with his jokes. She loved the way he would tease and treat all of the Losers the same way, and that he cared about spending time with each and every single one of them. He was so loyal, and funny, and handsome, and he was just so utterly Richie.

“You were even pretty when you were crying.” Richie joked back. “I’ve liked you since after the fight with IT, when you asked me if I was okay. No one ever asks me that. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on to this whole fucking crush thing sooner.”

“I’m surprised you were such a pussy and didn’t make the first move.” Y/N responded back.

“Ouch, Y/N, getting me right where it hurts.” Richie pretending to stab himself through the heart and fell back onto the bed. He pulled a dead face, only for a second before he opened one eye and turned to her to see her reaction. Through breathy laughs, she leaned down to hover over the boy. His hand found a base at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. It started off sweet and soft but as they realized the position they were in, Y/N flipped her leg over his waist in order to straddle him. The kiss began to pick up speed and passion. The two started to really get into it, only to be cut off by the Losers slamming the door open.

“Oh gross! You guys! We were right down stairs!” Eddie shrieked. Y/N climbed off of Richie.

“As if I would fuck him the very first night we’re dating.”

“We’re dAting?” Richie’s voice cracked with excitement. Y/N turned to him, gave him a peck and a smiley nod yes. “Oh Fuck yeah!”

“Does this mean we’re gonna find y’all making out during movie nights now?”

“God no!”-- “Hell yeah!” Richie and Y/N responded in unison, there were definitely a few things they still needed to work out, but they were happier than ever before.

[solarwonux]

89.  “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.”

93.  “Fuck…did we use protection?”

twitch streamer!wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.9k (honestly I think I forgot what drabbles were clearly lol)

warnings: some angst, smut, mutual masturbation, some slight panty stuffing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pregnancy scare, talks about plan b

note: excuse me everyone I literally love gamer and twitch streamer Wonwoo, but not everyone does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one if you want more twitch!streamer wonwoo let me I will be happy to oblige, I have MANY ideas. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts. 

p.s send me a prompt for either svt or bts or both. I will also happily oblige to that lol

Masterlist || Drabble game 

Watching Wonwoo play Zelda was not what you had expected when he had texted earlier asking you to come over. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.” He whispered against your lips in a half kiss when you walked in through his front door.

That had been over an hour and three completed levels ago. It was an empty promise long forgotten as he kept himself immersed in the game, talking enthusiastically about his day and random things his brain would conjure up on the spot. It was like you didn’t exist, and for the most part to his viewers, you didn’t. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Even if you were, you valued your privacy more than anything in the world. You preferred to work on your own things in the background away from his camera whenever you were over. This was something the two of you had mutually agreed to. 

Casual hangs and casual sex.

Lately, your relationship had become the product of most of your stress. You never knew where you stood with Wonwoo. Sometimes he would literally invite you over to keep him company while he streamed only to kick you out the second he finished. “I’m too tired, you should go.” He would say pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’ll see you later.” 

Of course, those moments were overshadowed by the soft touches he left imprinted on your skin. By the sweetness of the words he shared with you and only you whenever he wasn’t working. It made you want more. More of him, more of his attention, and more of whatever was going on between the two of you. But that was something you refused to bring up afraid that the only one harboring feelings for the other was you. 

Heartbreak was not in your plans for life, at least not for a while. 

You sighed, throwing your phone down onto the couch. Your patience was wearing thin. Maybe it had to do with the fact you were already having a bad day, and Wonwoo’s indifference towards you wasn’t helping. When you had gotten his text earlier, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few days with work schedules being all over the place and not aligning. It was something to look forward to, not necessarily because of the sex--which was always amazing. But you really just wanted to talk to him. Lay down with his arms wrapped around you while you complained about work and how frustrating your coworkers were being.

By the looks of it, you weren’t going to get any of that, not even what he had promised when you had first walked in. You were tired, your clothes were starting to annoy and you wanted to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that his front door was in line with his camera, you would’ve left already.

Wonwoo could sense something was wrong with you. Every time you sighed it felt like you were punching him in the gut. He really meant what he had said when you walked in earlier. He also meant the quiet I love you he mumbled underneath his breath when you walked past him and into the living room. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with you, just that months ago he had woken up and you were the only thing he could think of. Every time he held you in his arms the three little words bubbled up in the back of his throat, wishing he could bring himself to finally say it, but his fear held him back. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Alright, you know what I think that’s enough for tonight.” Wonwoo smiled into the camera, trying to keep up with the chat as they begged him not to go yet. “I have to go, my girlfriend is over and I want to spend time with her. Anyway, same time next week Monday guys.” Wonwoo nodded, stopping the stream. Once he was positive that he had turned everything off he felt his shoulders relax and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, the panic surging through his veins was unbearable. He turned around in his chair meeting your equally shocked face.

He royally fucked up. He just confessed to his audience without meaning to confess. He had told his audience that you were his girlfriend and he hadn’t even asked you yet. The surprise and speech he had worked on all week, the reason he took a break from streaming until tonight, was for nothing. He had gotten ahead of himself and he didn’t know what to do now. Or how to fix it.

“G-Girlfriend? Wait you have a fucking girlfriend?” You stood up from his couch, blinded by anger. “What the fuck Wonwoo, when were you going to tell me? Before or after you fucked me?” You shouted, your heart was beating fast as you turned around to gather up your stuff.

Unbelievable. Here you were distracted, thinking about how cute he looked while he blamed his failure on his character. The pout that had formed on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose and blew out a raspberry, moving aside the strands of his newly dyed blonde hair. The frustration you had felt earlier, forgotten, replaced with admiration. Only for it to come back after what he had said, this time fiery red and ready to burn everything it touched.

“Stop, no wait, I don’t have a girlfriend. At least not yet.” He spoke fast, his words blending with one another as he quickly made his way to you. He grabbed hold of your laptop and held it against his chest.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, did you just call me down to ignore me and then fuck me one last time before you called it quits!” You said in disbelief reaching over for your laptop.

Wonwoo turned around facing away from you. “No that’s not...that’s not what...fuck, calm down please and just let me talk.” He pleaded as he sat down on his couch, your laptop still clutched tightly in his arms. It was your prized possession, it held the first three drafts of the novel you were working on. He knew you well enough to know that you hadn’t backed anything up no matter how many times he told you to do so. So, he was positive that as long as he held onto it like his life depended on it (because it did) you wouldn’t leave without it.

You crossed your arms in front of you ”I am calm, but I don’t know if I want to listen to what you have to say.”

Wonwoo cringed, he was more nervous than what he had intended to be. He had an entire speech planned. Wrote it down, even got Jihoon to proofread it. He had performed it in front of his bathroom mirror every morning and night. He thought he had it in the bag, pumped up his chest a few times before opening his front door to you earlier. Yet, the second he saw you, he forgot everything he had planned to say. This is mainly why he had spent such a long time streaming. Hoping that the distraction would somehow help him remember.

It didn’t.

“Wonwoo, I swear if you don’t start talking in the next five seconds I’m leaving and suing you for holding my laptop hostage.”

Wonwoo sighed and slapped his forehead lightly before turning to look at you, “okay, I don’t think that’s allowed bu-”

“It is if I say that you stole it trying to steal my work, I don’t know I’ll find a way.” You shrugged, earning a glare from Wonwoo. You knew he hated whenever someone interrupted him while he was in the middle of saying something. It was something you would do to him out of spite, but in your humble opinion this time he really did deserve it. Though, it didn’t make you feel as good as you had hoped, “fine sorry, you can continue.” You sighed and sat down on his coffee table.

Wonwoo put your laptop down and leaned over his elbows taking your hands in his. “I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we agreed to just keep this casual but I can’t help the way my heart literally feels like it’s going to fall out of my ass whenever I’m with you. So yeah, I don’t have a girlfriend yet, because I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend yet. But there’s no one else, only you, and I’m so-”

Wonwoo was cut off when he felt your body land on his, knocking the air out of his lungs. You hugged him, straddling his hips and burying your face into his chest, giggling. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you felt awful for assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.

“Ask me ask me ask me ask me.” You bounced on his lap like a child. He groaned doubling over in pain.

He placed his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, “No now I know you’re actually trying to kill me.” He smirked and left a sweet kiss against your lips. A low chuckle running past his lips as he took in your pouting face, “fine, my love, my baby will you please be my girlfriend?” He cocked his head, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Yes, but only if you give me my laptop back and keep the promise you made me earlier.” You smiled innocently, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Wonwoo smirked, his hands made their way underneath your shirt. “No to the laptop, you work too much and I’m determined to back up everything on a hard drive later.” He rubbed his thumbs over the skin of your hips, slowly inching closer to the button of your jeans, “not sure I remember the promise I made earlier though, can you remind me?”

You kissed him slowly, tugging on his shirt, “you said you would finish a level before going down on me all night, and it’s four and a half levels later and I’m still waiting.” You whispered against his lips, before pulling away and bringing his shirt over his head, taking it off, throwing it behind him, aiming for the laundry basket, missing it completely, making you sigh. 

“Well you didn’t give me enough time to answer, but that can be arranged.” He pecked your lips, pushing your shirt up and over your head, throwing it behind him. “You’d have to step into my office though.” 

“Wonwoo, baby, don’t ever call your room your office.” You rolled your eyes and got up from his lap. 

He chuckled, shaking his head and stood up, “oh no that’s not what I meant, room comes later. Tonight we start in my office.” He says cheekily, pointing his thumb towards his gaming setup. Your eyes grew wide as saucers, only making him laugh harder while he pushed you towards his gaming chair. 

“Wait, you’re like not going to turn the camera on are you?” You said as he pushed you down to sit in which you obeyed. The colorful lights from his gaming setup kept you distracted as Wonwoo got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Nope, I’ve just always wanted to eat you out while you sat on my gaming chair. But maybe one day in the future if you want. You can take over my stream and play animal crossing while I secretly eat you out on camera.” He smirked, the evil glint behind his soft eyes sent shivers down your spine. The little exibitionist in him coming out. You’d be lying if you didn’t find the thought of it exciting. 

“One day.” You breathed, lifting your hips, helping him as he pulled down your pants. 

Wonwoo sent you a wink pushing your thighs apart with his hands, “We can also play overwatch together. That cute little vibrator you keep hidden in your bedside drawer, stuffed inside your pussy.” He placed his index finger over the wet patch that had formed over your panties, pushing in slightly. “And everytime you die I up the speed, see how long you can last before you have me begging to turn off the stream so you can cum.” Wonwoo kept pushing his finger in you, your panties sticking onto you like second skin. 

You threw your head back, digging your nails into the arms of his leather chair. “F-Fuck how long h-have you thought about this?” You lifted your hips as he added another finger. 

“Right now, or maybe a few times when you’re not around.” He leaned down kissing your mound lightly, “but seeing you like this, sprawled out, wet and waiting for my mouth is reinforcing those fantasies.” He worked his fingers diligently, pushing the thin material of your panties inside of you. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full with his cock later. 

You let out a whimper as his mouth traveled down to your clothed entrance. He removed his fingers licking up a stride, before taking one of your lips into his mouth and biting down on it gently. “W-Wonwoo please I want to feel your mouth.” 

“You are, aren’t you?.” He looked, staring at you through the rim of his round glasses before repeating his actions again making you whimper. “Take your bra off, play with yourself for me.” He left a chaste kiss in your inner thigh and sat back on his heels. He palmed himself over his black tracksuit pants as he watched you slowly unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You were teasing him, he knew this but he didn’t care. Seeing you get undressed for him was one of his favorite past times, especially because you always went extra slow for him. 

You threw your bra, not caring where it landed. You rolled your palms over your nipples, soft sighs running past your lips as you kept your eyes trained on Wonwoo. “Want to feel your hot tongue fucking me Woo.” You spread your legs even further pinching your nipples. You moved your hand down your body, your index finger playing with the seam of your panties. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me touching myself, sitting here?” You said, tilting your head to the side, moving your hand into your panties and running your index and middle fingers over your clit slowly.

“Yes.” He hissed, pushing his hand into his boxers grabbing onto his cock. “God, you make me so hard.” 

“Let me see please.” You arched your back, your fingers getting faster. Wonwoo nodded, wasting no time to free himself, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. His index finger connects with the small bead of precum that had formed, showing you how sticky and ready he was for you. 

“Want to taste?” You nodded letting out soft moans as you lifted your hips, into the palm of your hand, sticking your tongue out for him. “Fuck.” He cursed getting up on his knees, bringing his index finger up to your mouth. You closed your lips around it, swirling your tongue over the tip, savoring the salty substance. 

You pulled away with a pop, taking your fingers out of your panties and bringing them up to his lips. He took them in, moaning around them. “Do I taste good?” You said taking out your fingers from his mouth, moving them over his lips, wetting them further. 

“I’m going to have to take a closer look.” He said lowly, pushing your panties down in a haste. He spread your legs, licking up your slit, teasing your hole with his tongue. Being in between your legs was his second most favorite pastime. He savored every moment of it. Sometimes he would prolong your orgasm, keeping you on edge, so that when you came, your sweet substance would coat his lips, spilling down his chin and neck. It was the most beautiful site, one that only he had the privilege in witnessing. 

“Mmm, your tongue feels so good Wonwoo.” You pinched your nipple while tugging on the roots of his blonde hair, pushing his mouth closer. 

He moaned, slurping up your juices like you were his last meal. He wrapped his mouth around your clit, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “I want to be here forever but I don’t think I can last any longer without being inside of you.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around his thick calloused fingers made his cock twitch. 

“B-But I-I want to cum.” You pouted, arching your back away from his chair, pushing your hips further into his hand. “Please, I’m so close already.” You pant, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break. 

“Oh honey, you will. I’ll have you coming undone more than three times tonight.” He stated with determination and brought his mouth down again, closing his lips around your clit. He sucked harshly moaning sinfully. He fucked you faster with his fingers curling them upwards, reaching the soft mushy skin inside of you. 

“W-Wonwoo f-fuck don’t stop I-I’m so close.” 

Wonwoo let go of your swollen bud, slowing down his fingers as you clenched around them. “Look at me, I want to watch me while you cum.” You agreed with a pleasure filled sigh, watching as he pushed back his glasses. The sight almost had you coming undone. 

He put his mouth on you again, increasing the pace of his fingers. Babbles coming out of your mouth as you pulled on his hair, motivating him to go faster. The squelching sounds coming from your wet, hot pussy sounded like music to his ears. He bit down on your clit lightly, sending you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers, while you moaned his name in a sweet sinful prayer. His eyes burning holes into yours, the sight was award winning, his cock begging to be milked out. 

Wonwoo continued, riding out your orgasm. Until you felt the oversensitivity overcome your body “W-Woo, s-stop please.” You pushed his head carefully with the palm of your hand. 

He kissed the inside of both of your thighs before sitting up on his knees, taking your face into his hands. “You always look so pretty when you cum.” He pecked your lips repeatedly, before wrapping your arms around you hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He kissed your temple. 

“Why do you always get so mushy every time you make me cum?” You laughed gently, running your fingers down his back, making him shiver.

“You bring out in me, I can’t help it, stop complaining. I’m giving you time to recover before I bend you over my desk.” 

“Not complaining. I love it.” You kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” You whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth.. He groaned, swallowing hard, his getting tighter around you.

“My desk, then my couch, then my bed, then the shower, and then my bed again.” 

The sun had started to rise. It was five in the morning and your body was suddenly overcome with sleep, when Wonwoo pulled out of you one last time. He had kept true to his promise, literally fucked you the entire night, christening his apartment, except his kitchen. “If we have sex in the kitchen, the only thing I’ll be thinking about while I’m cooking is your mouth around my dick.” He said as he pushed you into the wide window of his living room, making you laugh. 

“Do you have to work today?” He placed a delicate kiss against your collar bone, laying his head on top of your chest. 

“It’s Saturday, why would I have work on Saturday?” You smiled sleepily, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily, pulling his sheets over the two of you and cuddling into you further. 

“You’re always working, I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, raising his body enough to leave a chaste kiss against your lips. “Take a break today and I promise that by the time you wake up again I’ll have all of your files backed up into the harddrive I bought you.” 

You shook your head, placing both of your palms against his cheeks, squishing them. “Do you know how sexy you sound when you talk about computers.” 

“Nope, but you once told me to divide you in half when I was explaining finances to you. Now that I think about it, that statement can go both ways.” He smiled laying down on his back, bringing you along with him. Your eyes growing wide when you felt it running down your thighs. You sat up in panic, removing the sheets of your body to see if your silent hypothesis was correct.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.

“Wonwoo, fuck...did we use protection?” 

Wonwoo pushed the covers away with his feet, sitting up quickly. He looked between your legs, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “You’re on the pill still right?” 

“We changed my formula, I had to stop taking it for a few days.” You threw yourself down on his bed covering your eyes with your hands. The tears pooling against your eyes. You felt the bed dip next to you. Wonwoo took your hands in his, revealing your tearful eyes to him making him sigh. 

“Baby, don’t worry.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before sitting up again, “I’ll run down to the convenience store, get a plan b while you go take a bath. I’ll join you when I get back.” 

“W-What’s happens if I take the plan b and still miraculously end up pregnant, it’s only ninety five percent effective.” 

“Then I’ll be with you every step of the way. I meant what I said earlier, I love you so much and I plan to marry you and have kids with you one day. Don’t worry.” 

Your heart felt full. The butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. Wonwoo and you had shared many intimate dreams and desires before, but this one felt different. This was a dream the two of you shared and it made you feel at ease. “Okay, okay I will, just hurry up please.” 

Wonwoo scoffed, getting up from his bed, slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Baby please don’t underestimate me. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned down giving you one last kiss before jogging over to his front door. “I love you.” He shouted, opening the door. 

You laughed sitting up on your elbows shaking your head, “I love you, now hurry I can feel your child cooking in me.” 

“Impossible, it takes roughly twenty four hours for my sperm to fertilize one of your eggs, and it’s literally been thirty minutes. Therefore you wou--”

“Wonwoo shut up just hurry.” 

“Okay I love you.” He said while closing his front door. You laughed shaking your head falling back on his bed. Your entire body was aching and though you were a little scared, given obvious circumstances. You had never felt so much warmth and happiness in your life.