#but it did leave me with a few questions that I hope the film answers

[artistshadow]

In the novel, are there any Disney heroes involved with war of roses?

SPOILERS FOR BEYOND THE ISLE OF THE LOST: WONDERLAND!!!!

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Hopefully this helps answer any questions pertaining to the new Isle book. If anyone has any more questions, feel free to ask if this didn’t answer anything! I just felt like this will be easier than going back-and-forth pulling small tidbits to add 🤣😂😂

Okay, so here’s the briefest summary of what happens in Beyond the Isle of the Lost: Wonderland. We learn that Wonderland is sealed off from Auradon because the Queen didn't want to be under the Beast’s rule, I believe, so she raised an army to fight back just in case. This was known as the War of Roses. It sounds like there never was a fight. It sounds more like the Queen showed that she was no punk and wasn’t gonna let anyone scare or intimidate her, or most likely, she just didn’t want to be the one not in control so out of fear, Auradon closed the Rabbit Hole, which is one of two ways to get in and out of Wonderland, the other being The Pool of Tears. Because of this, Red has never been outside of Wonderland and doesn’t know much about what is going on in the outside world. The Queen has turned Wonderland pretty much into a dictatorship prison where so many things are outlawed that it doesn’t even seem like Wonderland anymore. She wants Red to follow in her footsteps and rule like she does, but Red ain’t having none of it. She wants to rebel against it all, but because she hasn’t had any sort of influence from anyone since everyone in Wonderland is scared to death of her mother, they never act out, so she doesn't know how. In comes Ace and Chester, two characters who sort of help her rebel, but they don’t know much either. Chester is, I believe, the son of the Cheshire Cat or at least a descendant of him. Ace…I'm not sure cause they never established, but if I were gonna take a wild guess, I would say that he could be the son of an Ace card. They do things to rebel and bring life to Wonderland by throwing parties, two to be exact, and the first failed royally, which resulted in them being arrested by the guards, and the Queen just dismissed them. The second party they throw in the throne room which makes the Queen blow her lid and start arresting everyone, which in turn makes Red, Chester, and Ace go on the lam. They plan on going to the Pool of Tears so they can escape Wonderland, but unfortunately, C and A get captured by the card soldiers. They tell Red to run for it and escape Wonderland, but she doesn’t want to leave her friends, so she goes back for them. Big mistake because that was a trap by the Queen, who throws her in the dungeon with them. The next day in front of all of Wonderland, the Queen shows just how much of a royal evil bitch she is by showing what she does to people who break her laws: She turns them into mindless card soldiers, as she demonstrates with Ace. It’s very heavily implied that she did this to the other kids she captured at the party. She then turns Chester into a cat, who then disappears. It goes without saying that Red is heartbroken, distraught, and traumatized by this, and her mother doesn’t give a flying fuck. So, Red now has this deep resentment toward her mother and is probably willing to do anything to get back at her. She probably wants to escape Wonderland more or perhaps take her anger out on the land.

This actually does something the other “prequel” books did as it gives us a look into who the character of Red is and her mother as well. It also gives us a glimpse of how much of a threat the Queen of Hearts is because when I heard that she was planning a coup in the movie, I was like, “yeaaaaah, but she’s really not that big of a threat like Maleficent, Uma, Audrey, or any of the other villains or ‘villains’ so how will this work?” But this gives us more information. It also gives a little more backstory as to why Wonderland is separate from Auradon and why Uma is looking to invite people from there to go to school in Auradon. Do I think they will reference some of the things from this movie? Maybe a little because a lot of it gives us reasons to see the Queen as a threat and more about why Red wants to rebel so much. Do I think we’ll get closure for Chester and Ace? Most likely not, and I hate that because while the other books left their endings with shots of happiness, this one ended completely depressing and horrifying.

Something to note: the Queen HATES cupcakes. In the summer preview, there was a picture of her younger self holding a plate of cupcakes while looking sad, so I wonder if we’re gonna see the reasons behind her hatred for them.

Maddox, the son of the Mad Hatter, is a science teacher at Wonderland High who is in the Queen’s favor. He’s interested in…wait for it…time travel, which is the basic plot of the film.

Reading this really makes listening to Red’s part in the new “What’s My Name” hit a little deeper, especially the parts where she says, “My mom’s as mean as it gets” and “It was rough growing up.”

I don’t know where Merlin Academy, Cinderella, and the other characters come into play, as the book mainly focused on Red, but I guess we’ll find out more in the new film.

It’s pretty much confirmed that the Queen was never on the Isle of the Lost (which makes the mention of her hair salon in the second book kind of weird), so that means Red is probably the only VK who wasn’t born on the Isle. She’s heard rumors about it but has never seen it. The only people she has met from the Isle are Harry and Jasper, who apparently got trapped in Wonderland after the VKs got released from the Isle in the 3rd film. But how they got trapped there if Wonderland was sealed off before they were born is what’s puzzling me. But timelines have never made absolute sense in this franchise so I’m not gonna get to deep into it😄😂

#disney #alice in wonderland #the queen of hearts #red #red of hearts #ace #Chester #descendants rise of red #Descendants #the book was an quick read #but it did leave me with a few questions that I hope the film answers #because like I said it was wild #I’m now terrified of the Queen of hearts

[nycreid]

Just To Name a Few

Spencer reid x popstar!reader

“Welcome back to the Jimmy Fallon Show, Y/N L/N!” Jimmy smiles and gestures his hands towards me, I smile and wave towards the audience and the camera.

“Thank you for joining me today and congratulations on the release of ‘Daylight’!” Jimmy says excitingly and props up a vinyl of my new album on his desk.

“Thank you Jimmy! It’s so nice to be back and talk with you again.” I say with a smile on my face, “You know this is like a yearly tradition every time I release an album, I was here when I released my first ever album two years ago and then my second album last year and now today!” I chuckle.

“You’re right, you have been here after the release of your past two albums. We should make this a yearly thing.” Jimmy winks and he starts to interview me about my creative process, how my life has been going, and my upcoming films and shows.

“Now the question I’ve been dying to ask.. you have been public with your boyfriend Spencer for about 1-2 years now right?” Jimmy asks with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Yep..” I say suspiciously while nodding as well.

“We can totally fly past this question and go back to talking about the fire that happened on the set of your movie … but what songs on the album are about Spencer?” Jimmy asks with his chin resting on top of his hands feigning innocence as he leans closer.

I let out a laugh before answering, “You are very bold today Jimmy, I don't mind answering that but I like to leave my fans wondering. I love seeing their tweets and posts deciphering my lyrics, it's like they’re solving a puzzle and I love to see their theories.” I admit with a smile, “I can name you a few songs that are about Spencer but the rest will be hidden and for you guys to find out.” I say to the audience.

“Okay, we’re ready!” Jimmy pulls out a pen and paper, eager to write it down as if he’s going to forget.

I chuckle at him, “Okay, so ‘Dress’, ‘So It Goes’, and very obviously ‘Lover’ are all about him, just to name a few of course.” I wink at the camera.

““So It Goes" is the one that goes “Scratches down your back..” and Dress is “Only bought this dress so you could take it off..” … Oh my Y/N, I didn’t know you were like this.” Jimmy gives an exaggerated gasp and turns towards the audience, “What a way to wrap tonight up huh? Thank you everybody and thank you to the amazing Y/N L/N for joining me today!” Jimmy smiles and we stand and hug and leave the stage as the audience claps.

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GARCIA : Spencer!!! you dirty doctor!!! *sent a video link*

SPENCER : ??

Spencer opens up the link and sees it’s an interview of his girlfriend and Jimmy Fallon promoting her new album and film. Spencer smiles as she talks passionately about her new album and creative process until he gets to the part Garcia seemed to be talking about. Spencer blushes as he recalls her song lyrics and the moments they actually happened, he opens up iMessage to text Y/N about it.

SPENCER : Revealing all of our secrets now? Lol. *sent a link*

SPENCER : Did I use “Lol” right?

Y/N : hope you don’t mind babe😚😚

Y/N : yes u did use it right u old man lol

Y/N : come over??

SPENCER : Of course.

Spencer smiles at his phone and sees she hearted his message before turning off his phone to head to Y/N’s house.

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i kinda wanna make this an au but lemme know what u guys think and pls send ideas 😚😚

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #mgg x reader #mgg fanfiction #matthew gray gubler #mgg x you #spencer reid x popstar!reader #Spotify

[cordeliawhohung]

Hiii! I've just binged mafia Price again, as one would, and now I desperately wanna know their first time together 😍 Was it after dating some time, ot much longer or maybe right away? How did they felt? Nervous I bet, but what was anticipation like? Did he make it a planned occasion, or was it casual? Was it quick rough, or slow and sensual, or something else? Like 🤯🤯🤯 My mind's gonna blow thinking about all these. Give this girl some insight, pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻

ugh i answered an ask a few weeks ago that was sort of similar to this but about them dating and i was trying to find it to link with this post but alas, tumblr search is dog water lmfao. anyway it's been a bit since i've written something proper for him so enjoy a drabble to answer your question (:

mafia!141 masterlist

cw: alcohol, smut, mutually possessive sex, (maybe slight technical dub-con due to the alcohol but both parties are awake and aware i'm just putting this here just in case)

When John got home, he found you in the kitchen.

Quiet music hummed through the speaker on your phone as you worked on serving two big plates of food like you had predicted his arrival. You greeted him with a grin as you gestured to the food in front of you on the island, proud of your work. Its fragrant aroma was mouth watering, almost to the point he found it difficult to think about anything other than eating. Your smile was contagious and John found himself chuckling as he approached the other side of the island.

"What's all this?" he asked.

"Dinner, of course," you replied.

John scoffed slightly at his rather poorly worded question and your cheeky response. "Alright, well what's the occasion?"

"No occasion," you said. "You've been at work all day, and I felt like cooking, so..." You paused to pick up one of the plates and held it out for him to take. "Dinner!"

In the last few months that you had been staying with him, you had cooked plenty of times, but never anything quite like that. A part of you felt a little guilty for not being able to show your appreciation as much as you wanted to, for taking you in and keeping a roof over your head, but more often than not he wouldn't allow it. There were few chores he would allow you to do as a guest in his home, and if you wanted to cook or clean for him, you often had to do it under his nose when he wasn't home.

And still, instead of telling you how you didn't have to do all that, how you didn't have to waste your evening cooking a lavish meal, he took it without complaint and allowed you to lead him into the living room. That evening was full of good food, a very expensive wine that you attempted to convince John not to open but he did anyway, and an old slasher film that was more humorous than it was unsettling.

Something was different about that night. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was something else, but you seemed to smile and laugh more than you had for the last few weeks. And you were beautiful. The way the dim glow of the TV illuminated your face as you took a sip of wine, the way you laughed and pointed at the screen when one of the characters died; you were perfect.

"Thank you. For taking care of me," you suddenly spoke up.

John had stared at you for so long he didn't even realize that the movie was over, but you didn't seem to mind his unwavering gaze. Yet he was a bit confused by your sudden comment. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the truth, but he felt like he didn't deserve it.

"Your gratitude is wasted on someone like me," he muttered, eyes refusing to leave your face.

"What makes you say that?" you asked.

"I'm not a good man."

"I know."

While it wasn't the answer he expected, John was glad you knew that much about him at least. He gave you a breathy laugh as he looked down at the remaining wine left in his glass. The dark red liquid swirled around as he leaned forward to place it on the coffee table.

"How do you know?" he questioned, hoping you would indulge him.

"I've always known," you said as if it was obvious. "If you were a good man, you'd be dead by now. Good men don't live long in your line of work."

"So you've known I'm a bad man this whole time?"

The expression on your face contorted and it wasn't long before your hand rested on his arm. He didn't dare look down to where your fingers brushed against his skin because he feared you would retract if he did, like someone who didn't want to get bitten by a dog.

"You're not a bad man," you retorted as if the very thought had offended you.

"How do you know?" John challenged.

"Because you are kind."

In that moment, John swore he had always known you, and maybe he did. He had known you as the chief's daughter when he was a child. He had known you and your laughter as you sat next to him in maths as a teen. You had always been there, lingering in the back of his mind, finding him when he least expected it.

So when you leaned into him, he didn't stop you. And he didn't stop you when your hands rested on his chest, or when your lips pressed against his. In fact, he savored every moment of it. Your skin on his, your teeth sinking into his flesh; it all felt so familiar like your body was the only one he had ever held that way.

It all happened so fast he felt dizzy, but all John knew was that when he saw you laid out naked on his bed there was nothing in the world that would ever take you from him. He couldn't stop the way his lips were drawn to your chest where he kissed a gentle trail between your breasts and down to your navel. He couldn't stop the way his mouth latched onto your cunt like it was the only sustenance he would need for the rest of his life.

And it was the most love you had felt in your entire life. The way he gently pawed at your body not in greed, but because he needed you to be closer, to feel every inch of you. Every moan that left your lips was carefully fished for, and if one thing didn't work he would try another. The way he crooked his fingers inside of you and swiped his tongue over your clit was all done so carefully, only aiming to please you.

When he eventually pulled away from you, got you so worked up that your legs quaked, you wanted to return the favor. Wanted to thank him for taking you in, for treating you as well as he had, but when you tried to sit up his hand firmly kept you pinned against the mattress. He reminded you that you were under his roof. You were his to take care of.

He continued to remind you of that fact with every pump of his cock inside of you. Each thrust had you repeating his words back to him with pitched moans, how he would take care of you, how good he was to you, how you were his to take care of, you were his, you were his. By the time he emptied himself into you with a heavy grunt and a needy kiss, you knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

After that night, you only slept in his bed, and eventually it wasn't just his bed, but yours too. It happened slowly, and all at once, that he had become yours and you had become his, and yet at the same time, it was like it was never any other way to begin with.

#john price x reader #captain price x reader #john price smut #john price x reader smut #captain price smut #captain price x reader smut #mafia!141 #mafia!price #f!reader

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Old Friends

Max Cooperman x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral female receiving, soft!dom max, sub!reader, underage drinking, underage smoking, getting high before sex, rough sex, uhhh overall very long and very smutty

summary: after being away at college for a year, your best friend Baja convinces you to go to a fourth of July party at your old friend Max’s house, but little do you know how much Max has changed since the last time you saw him…

word count: 4.5k

a/n: i just watched never back down 1 and 2 last night and omg the glow up evan had before filming the second one is not talked about enough. hope you enjoy my lil fourth of july gift <3 enjoy!!

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“Do you think this looks good?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom.

You’re at your best friend Baja’s house, the two of you are getting ready for a big fourth of July party. So far, you’ve tried on three different bikinis, none of them standing out to you. Sure, they fit you perfectly and show off the body you worked for, but they just weren’t right.

“Y/N, it looks amazing, like all the other ones too. What’s going on?” Baja answers, a frown on her face.

You met Baja when she transferred into your high school sophomore year, and you’ve been inseparable since. You were by her side through everything. The day her parents decided to call it quits, the day her parents got back together, even the day she started dating Ryan. You never liked him, she knew that. He was crazy, he loved to hurt people. So, when Jake Tyler moved to town and started talking to her, you were thrilled.

He was a decent guy, you enjoyed spending time with him. Plus, it was great seeing her happy again after what Ryan put her through. After they started dating Jake introduced you to his best friend Max and he often hung around with the three of you. Max was a sweet boy. He was chubby and adorable with his little camera. Though the two of you never hung out alone, you still considered him one of your closer friends.

The four of you were sad when high school ended. You had gotten into your dream college that happened to be in a nearby state. It was terrible having to say goodbye to your friends, but you all had phones so it wasn’t like contact would be completely lost. You and Baja would call for hours, sometimes falling asleep on the phone together. On holiday breaks when you’d come home you really only saw her and occasionally Jake, but you didn’t mind.

Tonight, however, is the first party you’re going to in your home town since high school. Since it’s your first summer break from college, Baja thinks it will be a good idea. You know she’s right, but you’re very nervous to see all your old classmates.

“What if people think I’ve gone downhill since we graduated?” You question your friend.

Baja laughs. “I can promise you no one will think that. Look at yourself y/n, you’re stunning.”

“I’m just worried it’ll go bad. I haven’t seen these people in over a year,” you reply with a sigh. You sit down next to her on her bed. “How many people do you think will be there?”

“Well like I said it’s at Max’s house, and his house is pretty big so probably a lot of people.”

“God, I haven’t even seen Max since last summer. How’s he doing?” You ask.

“Well, he’s changed a lot,” she answers with a small laugh. “Trust me when you see him, you’re going to be shocked.”

“What do you mean? Did he finally get taller or something?”

“Yeah, you could say that... But anyways, hurry up and finish picking your outfit we have to leave soon,” she replies, shooing you off the bed and towards her closet.

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When the two of you arrive at Max’s house you feel the anxious butterflies eat away in your stomach. There’s already so many cars in the driveway and on the street. You see a few of your former classmates in the front yard, you hide your face. Baja laughs and finally parks the car. You look at her anxiously.

“Maybe this was a bad idea, how about we just go stay at your place instead?” You speak.

She shakes her head. “Nope, we’re already here. Just relax y/n, it’s going to be super fun.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to go fuck your boyfriend,” you reply with a frown.

“Hey, maybe you’ll find a guy and hook up too,” she says, a smirk on her face. “I bet tons of guys are gonna be all over you looking for a piece of that ass.”

You lightly slap her and groan. “Shut up.”

She only laughs and opens her door. “Come on, we’re already late.”

You groan and open yours too, preparing yourself for what’s coming. You follow Baja into the party, smiling at your old classmates. You recognize most of them, but there’s also new people you don’t think even went to school with you. Loud music flows throughout the house, you can practically feel the beat as you walk. Baja was right, in the few minutes you’ve been inside you’ve already noticed multiple guys checking you out. It makes you wish you worse something more than just jean shorts and a coverup over your bathing suit.

The two of you stop in the kitchen and Baja pours you a shot. You take it without saying anything, it’ll help you with your nerves. The familiar warmth fills your stomach and chest, it feels good. You see Jake approching and you smile, it’s been a few months since the last time you talked. He looks the exact same.

“What’s up y/n? How you been?” He asks after greeting Baja with a kiss.

“Pretty good, how about you?” You reply.

“Amazing.”

“That’s cool, Baja said you were thinking about opening up your own gym soon, that’s great,” you mention, looking back at your best friend.

“I see word travels fast between the two of you,” he says, wrapping his arm around Baja’s shoulders. “But yeah, it’s just an idea right now. It was more Max’s idea actually, have you talked to him yet?”

You shake your head and notice the look Baja and Jake give each other. “I told her she’s gonna be surprised when she sees him.”

“Oh yeah, you should actually go find him and say hi,” Jake says with a smirk.

You look between them suspiciously. “Is this your subtle attempt to get me away so you can go fuck?”

“Yes, entirely, so go,” Baja answers with a laugh, pushing you lightly.

“I hate you,” you say as you begin to walk away from them.

“Love you too!” She exclaims, you don’t bother replying.

You wander through the house searching for Max. You forgot how big his house really was. Even the first floor will probably take you twenty minutes to search. A sigh leaves your lips, where would he be? You look through his living room, cringing at the sight of two girls making out on the couch, a swarm of guys watching and recording. He’s not there, thankfully. You go out to the back yard, so many people are in the pool. But that’s when you spot him.

Baja was right, you’re very surprised. He’s not at all like you remember him. The chubby nerd you once knew is gone and has been replaced by... this. He’s definitely grown a few inches, and his baby fat has been replaced by muscle. The boy who used to refuse taking off his shirt even at the beach is now standing tall, abs out for everyone to see. His hair is shorter and slightly curlier. You can see his sharp jawline from where you’re standing, it’s so prominent. You trail your eyes down his body, lingering on his v-line. You never thought in a million years you’d see Max Cooperman with a v-line and happy trail. You also never thought you’d stare at it so intently.

You shake the thoughts away and walk towards him. He’s still the same Max you knew, you can’t be thinking like this. You’re only a few feet away when he notices you, you can see his eyes light up. It makes you smile.

“Am I dreaming or is it really you y/n?” He asks.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply with a laugh as you embrace him in a short hug. “What did college do to you?”

“A lot honestly. I started working out a lot more, lost my fat and replaced it with these guns,” he answers, flexing his biceps.

You laugh again. “At least it hasn’t changed your personality, you still staying behind the scenes?”

“Yeah, I’m always going to be the camera man. How about you though? I bet you’re the most talked about girl on your campus,” he says with a smirk. “I mean seriously wow you look great.”

You can’t help the small blush that appears on your cheeks. “I wouldn’t know, I sorta keep to myself. I mean I go to parties sometimes but most of my time is spent keeping up with my classes.”

“I’m glad college hasn’t changed your personality either. Still the quiet girl during the week days and the party animal on weekends?”

“God no. I was way worse back then. I haven’t gotten shit faced since that party at Baja’s a year or two ago,” you answer.

“I remember that, you threw up all over the backseats of my car,” he laughs.

You cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me.”

“And remember how I had to carry you in? You were telling me how sad you were to still be a virgin, you asked if Jean from my old gym could do you,” he continues, his laughter only getting louder.

“Stop it,” you say. Your face is so hot, you probably look like a tomato.

Max is about to continue, but a girl comes up to him and laches on to his arm. You don’t know why it makes that unsettling feeling start in your stomach again. You aren’t jealous, he’s like your brother for God’s sake. At least, that’s what you keep having to tell yourself. She gives you a side glance, as if she’s trying to make you feel bad for talking to Max. It almost makes you laugh. She looks familiar, but you can’t put a name to her face.

“You said you’d come swim with me,” she says to him. “Come on.”

Max raises his eyebrows at you before looking back at the girl. “Sorry, just catching up with an old friend. You remember y/n right? We used to go to school together.”

She looks at you again and gasps. “Little y/n? I couldn’t even recognize you, you’ve certainly... changed.”

“Thanks,” you reply. You don’t want to stand here any longer. “I’ll let you guys get back to your swimming, it was nice talking to you Max.”

You give them a smile and turn around, you’re going to try to find Baja and Jake again, hopefully they’re done fucking by now. But before you can even take a step Max grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. You look back at him over your shoulder, the girl next to him looks pissed, he doesn’t seem to care though because his eyes are locked on you.

“How about after this we go hot box my car? You know, like we used to?’ He suggests.

“I’d love to,” you say. The girl looks furious, it makes you happy. “See you in a bit.”

He grins and let's go of your wrist, finally giving his attention back to the girl on his arm. You walk back towards his house, your hearts racing. Since when did Max Cooperman make your heart race? You look over your shoulder again when you’re at his back doors and much to your surprise he’s already looking at you. You quickly look away, what’s going on?

~~~

Max finds you after about a half hour and the two of you make your way into his garage, weed in hand. Thankfully, no one’s in the garage. Even though it’s not your weed, you’d hate to have to share with a bunch of other people. He unlocks his car and opens the passenger side for you, you chuckle and push him away but get inside anyway. He quickly gets in the driver's side and starts to unpack all his stuff.

You watch as he packs the bowl effortlessly. He used to struggle with it to the point that he’d ask you or Jake to do it for him. Now though, he gets it done within minutes. He offers you the first hit and you gladly accept, taking the bowl and lighter in your hands instantly. You light it and take a big hit, passing the bowl to Max while it’s still lit. Your lungs burn a bit, but you don’t mind. You blow the smoke out in one long breath, filling up the car with the stench of weed.

“That’s some good shit,” you say as Max takes his hit.

He nods and hands the bowl back to you when he’s done. “Stole it from my dad, he’s gets it from some high end dealer.”

“No shit?” You say before taking your second hit.

“Yeah, it’s great.”

You blow out the smoke for a second time and hand the bowl back to him. “I already feel it, God damn.”

“It’s pretty strong, you should wait before taking another hit. Unless it’s a small one. I’d hate for you to throw up in my car again,” he replies. You scoff and push his shoulder, making him break out into laughter. You can’t help but join in.

You feel fantastic. Perfect even. You let your head fall back against the headrest, your whole body feeling lighter. You close your eyes, a big smile on your lips. Max starts to talk again, but you don’t bother listening. You're too caught up in this amazing feeling. He taps your shoulder after a few seconds though and you sigh, tingles shooting throughout your whole body at the simple contact.

“Y/N are you listening?” He asks.

You roll your head to the side so you’re looking at him. “Touch me again, it feels so good.”

“What?”

“My body... it feels like it needs to be touched. Did you give me like Viagra weed?” You question.

“I don’t know does sativa usually make you horny?” He laughs.

You shrug. “Maybe. I haven’t smoked in a minute. Can you put on the radio or something?”

He nods and puts his keys in the ignition, turning them so the radio starts to play. You sit up and start to flick through the channels before settling on a relaxing song. You sigh and lean back, your head facing Max again. You watch as he takes another hit, he looks sexy doing it. You shake your head at the thought, Max is one of your best friends you can’t call him sexy, even if it’s in your own head.

When he’s done, he puts the bowl down and leans back. He turns his head to you and your eyes meet. Your heart rate increases. He has this look in his eyes, one you never thought you’d see from him. His eyes are so dark, so full of lust. You swallow but can’t bear to break the eye contact.

“Who was that girl?” You ask, breaking the silence but not the tension. “She your girlfriend or something?”

“No, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize her. That was Jenifer, you know, the one who used to make fun of me,” he answers.

“So, why was she hanging on to you like that?”

He smirks. “What are you jealous?”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you reply, deflecting his question.

“And that doesn’t answer mine.”

You look away for a split second and shrug. “Should I be?”

“I’d like you to be. But she’s nothing, just one of the many girls from this town who’ve suddenly become interested in me after I decided to change up my looks,” he answers.

You feel ashamed. Are you one of those girls now? You can admit, if Max still looked how he did before you don’t know if you’d be having these feelings for him. Part of you believes you would though, just because of how flirty he is, he’s been like that since the two of you met all those years ago. You look down at your lap, not knowing what else to do.

“Did I say something wrong?” He asks after a few seconds.

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I just... I don’t want you to think I’m one of those girls too. I mean am I really attracted to you now? Yes. But I’ve always been attracted to your personality too. I’m sorry, you just are so fucking hot now it’s hard but-”

You’re cut off by Max’s lips crashing on to yours. You forget about what you were saying and kiss him back instantly, your hands moving up to grip his soft curls. The kiss is rough and full of pent-up sexual tension. You part your lips and let his tongue roam your mouth, it makes your body ignite. One of his hands moves down your body, eventually resting on your hip. The other one cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin gently.

He pulls back after a minute and the two of you stare into each other's eyes once again. Your breathing is heavy, your cheeks are flushed, and your lips are swollen. You haven’t been kissed like that in a long time.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first, but I just needed to show you that you aren’t anything like those other girls. I’ve always wanted you y/n, I just never thought I had a chance,” he explains softly.

You twirl one of his curls around one of your pointer fingers and chuckle. “Oh Max, if you asked me out I most likely would’ve said yes.”

“I didn’t want to ruin the friendship, but at this point since we don’t even talk that much I don’t care. I want you y/n, so bad. Even if it’s just for tonight, even if we never talk again after, let me have you right now,” he whispers.

“I’m yours for the taking,” you reply and before you have a second to think he crashes his lips to yours again.

The kiss is even rougher this time. His hands roam your body freely, cupping your breasts, your ass, everything. You let him pull you over the center console and into his lap, though the two of you laugh at the slight struggle. It’s a tight squeeze, but it works. You straddle him as the kiss continues, his hips grinding up into yours. You slightly moan at the feeling of his bulge brushing against your clothed clit. Your arms wrap around his neck and you hold him tight, the feeling of your bodies against each other sending tingles throughout your entire body.

You break the kiss after a couple minutes to remove your coverup, your bikini now the only thing covering your breasts. Max smirks and lifts his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling the string that’s holding up your bikini until it comes undone. He does the same with the other string and throws your bikini on to the passenger seat. He doesn’t try to hide his stare; it makes your face heat up again.

Before you can say anything, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You sigh from the pleasure it gives you. Your body falls back against the steering wheel, luckily not hitting the horn. You feel his tongue swirl around your nipple, it makes you throw your head back. He moves between both of your nipples for a few minutes before moving on to kiss and suck the rest of your breasts.

“Can we move to the back?” He asks suddenly, his lips still on your skin.

“Yeah,” you answer breathlessly before climbing off him and between the two front seats to get to the back.

He’s too big to climb through, so he gets out of the car and goes through one of the back doors instead. He lays you down on the seats and continues his kisses on your breasts. He trails his kisses down your stomach, your navel, until he’s at the point where your skin ends and your jean shorts start. Your eyes meet his and he gives you a smirk that sends warmth to the pit of your stomach. He unbuttons your shorts and you lift your hips to help him pull them down your body, leaving you only in your bikini bottoms.

He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, making the wet spot in your bottoms even more noticeable. You move up so half your back is pressed against the car door, mostly to give Max more room, but also because you want to watch him. He sucks on the skin of your thighs, leaving behind a few hickeys as proof. His hands wrap around your thighs as well and he pulls them up so that your legs are bent and his head is now stuck between them.

His hands then move to the two strings on your hips that are holding your bathing suit bottoms in place. He pulls them at the same time until they both come undone, then he takes off your body, leaving you completely naked. His eyes are on yours as he moves his head down and finally connects his mouth to your soaking cunt.

You moan, your head hitting the car door as you throw it back. He licks and sucks your clit perfectly; he’s definitely done this before. When he moves his tongue down to your entrance, teasingly moving it in and out, his nose brushes your clit. Your thighs squeeze around his head, you lift your hips for more pressure. It feels so good, too good. Only five minutes go by and you can feel your orgasm approaching, you pull at his hair.

“Max- you should stop before I- before I cum,” you say, your breath ragged.

“Don’t you want to?” He asks after lifting his head.

“I want this to last longer, I don’t want it to be over yet,” you answer.

He smiles. “Who said it would be over after you cum once?”

Before you can reply he moves his head back down and continues his precious licks. You come undone within three minutes. He doesn’t stop, even as you cum. Your orgasm takes over your whole body, it makes you feel euphoric.

When he’s sure you're finished, he wipes his mouth on your thigh and moves back so he’s sitting on one of the seats. He removes his bathing suit before grabbing your ankles and pulling your body so you’re laid down on the seats. He climbs over you and meets your eyes for the hundredth time tonight.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it okay if I cum in you or do you still want me to pull out?”

Your stomach does a flip at his words. He’s the first guy to ask that after finding out you’re on the pill. You’ve never adored anyone more than him in this moment.

“You can do it inside,” you reply.

Max nods before pressing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, it only makes you more turned on. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him close to you as he starts to rub his dick between your soaked folds. You bite down on your lips as his tip rubs against your clit, it feels incredible. But you want him inside you more. He must know this, because he positions himself at your entrance after a few seconds and starts to slowly move inside you.

He starts off with slow thrusts, helping you adjust to his size. Even with his slow pace you can’t help but bite down on his shoulder, the feeling of him inside you making your toes curl. Once you give him the okay, he starts to move faster, and after minutes he’s fucking you hard. You’re a moaning mess, your nails scratching down his back as he pounds into you harshly. Each thrust makes your eyes practically roll back into your skull, they’re so hard, so deep.

The air inside the car is warm, the windows fogged up. You know if anyone were to walk into the garage, they’d see it shaking. You almost scream when he starts to suck your neck, he finds your sweet spot quickly and settles on it. You touch his now sweaty curls and close your eyes, this is the best sex you’ve ever had, you don’t want it to ever end.

“Baby, I want you to ride me till I cum,” he whispers, his hot breath on your ear. “Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

He moves your position so that he’s sitting and you're straddling him, like you did in the front seat. You don’t waste a second to begin moving up, down, back, and forth on his dick, riding him the way you know guys like it. You watch his head fall back on the seat, your name leaving his lips in a voice that almost makes you cum right then and there. His hands grip your ass tight; you love the way it stings.

You kiss his lips, his jaw, his neck, each sound that leaves him a reward. Your second orgasm is approaching, you feel the tightening in your stomach. You hold back though; you want to feel him finish before you. Thankfully, your silent request comes sooner than you thought.

“Just like that, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbles. His eyes are closed and his head is still resting on the seat, you swear he’s the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. “I’m so close- so fucking close.”

“Cum in me baby,” you say, and he does.

The feeling of his dick pulsing inside you is the last thing you can take, you let your orgasm take over too, the both of you cumming at the same time. You’re out of breath but you keep riding him until you’re positive he’s completely done. Once he is, you get off him and fall back on to the seat next to him. You’re sweaty and tired. You open the door next to you and breathe in the fresh air, it’s refreshing.

“Now two of your fluids have been on my backseat, that’s cool right?” Max says to break the silence.

You laugh. “Can you shut the fuck up?”

“Can I not be happy that your vomit and your cum has been where we’re sitting?”

“Please stop before more of my vomit is on your seats.”

“We should go swim, the fireworks are gonna start soon,” he mentions. You look at him and see he’s already redressing. He meets your eyes and pauses. “Unless you want to stay here which is fine too.”

“No, no, I want to go I just need a second, that was a workout,” you reply.

He grins and hands you back your clothing items, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Whatever you want y/n.”

~~~

The two of you are in the pool when Baja and Jake finally find you.

“So, you guys are acquainted again?” Baja asks as she lowers herself into the pool.

You and Max share a look before you answer her. “Yeah, you can say that.”

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[ooshu]

sequel pt. 2

-

“why were you ignoring my calls?”

after two weeks of purposely dodging haechan’s presence, he had finally cornered you by ringing your doorbell on a friday night; a night when he knows you would be wide awake until god knows when.

haechan peeks at the television at your back, “and watching a film without me, too?”

good for you, though. you are good at making excuses.

realizing you were in love with your best friend haechan made it seem difficult to get by. ever since mark pointed out you would literally do anything for him in a heartbeat, you became extremely conscious. sure, there was a distinct line between liking and loving. you were aware you liked him, but loving sure is a big word.

and everyone saw it except you.

and the worst thing that could probably happen is haechan seeing it, too.

usually, haechan would walk directly toward your living room, but you’re still holding the door. haechan attempts to put one foot forward, but you are doing all your might to block his way.

“i was busy.”

“bullshit.”

“i can’t be busy now?”

“it’s 11 pm.”

“i can’t go beyond that?”

“you never work at this hour.”

“i have a lot of…”, you turned your head at the back, attempting to look at your surrounding to salvage your excuses but miserably failed. fuck, a deer caught in the headlights. "stuff.”

“holy shit.”, haechan exclaimed. “you’re really bad at this.”

“jesus, fuck! what do you want?”

“i wanna be with you.”

maybe if you were really not into your best friend who has a way with his words, you would completely laugh it off. but no, you were dumbfounded, hopeful, and taken aback.

“what?”

“said i wanna be with you.”

you just stared at haechan. could he possibly be…?

“who’s gonna take care of you, huh? who’s gonna be there when you trip on the sidewalk when you’re shitfaced? who’s gonna buy you dinner when you refuse to move until you finish your work?”

you tilted your head and leaned against the doorframe. your faces are just inches away from each other. haechan cupped your cheeks until he reached down your chin. “who’s gonna wipe your tears away when you’re sad, hmm?”

your lips ajar, trying to comprehend what he had just said. haechan lee just might have listed down the things he would willingly want to continue doing with and for you. and your heart might just have liked every bit of the sound he uttered.

“so… are you gonna let me in or what?”, haechan stared intently at your eyes. you just wanted this moment to last longer. this close, this proximity, you hope it gets a little closer. your gaze grazes on his plump lips, and it takes a lot of your courage right now to not kiss him.

“oh, yeah.”, you opened the door wider and haechan took a few steps forward, almost reaching the center of your living room.

but his steps faltered when his phone rang.

haechan stood just there and answered.

“yeah, yeah, yeah. just stay there. i’m coming.” — these were the words you heard, and in a heartbeat, he was on his way to finding the exit.

“but you just dropped by, haech…?”

“sorry. she needs me.”

“she?”

“oh, yeah. i’ll introduce you to her.”, haechan did not even spare looking at you. he was just texting on his phone, a bit in a hurry. “she’s a keeper. you’re gonna love her.”

you felt your heart sink but your feet did you no justice; you followed him like a little kid full of wonder and questions. and when your stop reaches back to your door, he slowly turned around and said:

“please don’t… don’t leave me ever again.”, haechan bit his lip. you can see how his eyes glisten, almost teary-eyed. “you’re my everything and more.”

there you saw haechan go. slipping through your fingers, just when you thought you had wrapped him around your finger just like what you are for him.

and you might just have another excuse to continue distancing yourself from the things he made you feel special and needed, and everything and more. no more trouble because the answer was plain and simple all along:

it’s because i love you, haechan lee.

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[thedeviltohisangel]

For A Fortnight There We Were (One Shot): It Fit Too Right

a/n: welcome to my all the things i did metaverse. please meet evelyn, a hollywood a-lister who falls in love with her co-star callum turner while filming masters of the air. this will most likely be a request based series so send them all in! would also love to flush out this relationship more with you guys through asks and chats. let me know what you think!!

He stood in the doorway of their hotel suite with a smile as he watched one person tug the corset of her gown tighter, another brush powder across her cheeks and a third place her hair over her shoulder in a meticulous manner. 

“I promise we’re almost done, baby.” 

“Don’t rush perfection on my account,” he said with a smile as he took a few steps into the room. “Let me help, love.” Callum grabbed the pair of heels from her stylist and dropped to one knee, Evelyn steadying herself on his shoulder as he slipped on one shoe and then the other. He kissed up her leg for good measure as she giggled, standing with a matching smile as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“People might get the wrong idea. You being on one knee like that.” In reality, he was just waiting for her to say she was ready and he’d be on one knee with a ring in hand in an instant. 

“The right idea you mean.” Evelyn blushed as her team began to filter out of the room. There was always a moment before every event that the two of them wanted time to themselves. They had gotten used to picking up the tempo for when it was arriving. “One day,” he followed up with a whisper. 

“One day. Soon.” He felt something blossom in his chest at her words. “Help me with my necklace?” The gold chain held a dainty C charm and fit perfectly snug around her neck as he clasped it securely.

“Gave you this necklace almost two years ago. So much has changed since then.” Yet so much had also stayed the same. They were still in each other’s orbit, circling the sun together and happy to live in this pattern for the rest of eternity. 

“And we finally get to show the world our love story.” Callum wrapped his arms around her from behind and they swayed gently to the song playing in his head. “Tracy told me there’s already stories lined up about the timeline of it all. About the overlap of still being legally married and filming the show and meeting you.” Her publicist warned her as soon as the premiere was scheduled that all the questions were going to get dragged up again. The accusations and the whispers of infidelity.

“I know the truth and you know the truth, Ev. That’s all that fucking matters.” The truth was that her marriage was a disaster the entire last year. The fights about his job and her job and fertility issues and the occasional bump of coke all mixing into a toxic sludge she was still working her way through years later.

“You’ll punch anyone who asks on the carpet or on the press tour?” She looked at him over her shoulder. 

“With a smile on my face,” Callum answered with a pucker of his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Begrudgingly, she untangled herself from his arms and interlocked their fingers together in its place. He squeezed tight as they took the elevator down to the lobby with their security, her other hand wrapping around his wrist for two anchor points at the sight of the paparazzi waiting for them on the sidewalk. 

“Evelyn! Callum! Look to the left!

“To the right, guys, come on a little smile please!”

“Callum, how about a kiss?”

His hand landed on the small of her back as he helped her into the waiting SUV before sliding in next to her. Evelyn collapsed as the door shut. “Fucking brutal,” she muttered.

“I’m hoping they get what they want at the carpet and they can leave us alone when we get back tonight.” He reached for her hand and held it in his lap. “What are my lanes in the road for touching you tonight?” 

“Are you feeling particularly handsy tonight, Mr. Turner?” she asked with a smirk as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed across each knuckle. 

“That dress is an inspiration.” She leaned in with a giggle and kissed him square on the mouth. 

“Then make sure everyone there tonight knows that.” His eyebrows raised on their own accord. 

“Yeah? You mean that?” Normally, she was much more reserved. Making him settle for longing stares and soft, hidden smiles and subtle allusions to each other. She hid from all the attention and let her work speak for itself. 

“Maybe…maybe the part of me that always wants to hide should work on healing herself tonight.” It also had been a piece of homework from her therapist this week. 

“Okay. Okay, yeah, we’ll work on it tonight. Together.” 

“Together,” she reiterated as he kissed her hand again and then her lips. 

“You make me so happy. No matter what.” 

“You make me happiest,” she laughed as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and left a few kisses there. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

----

The ride was over all too quickly, the SUV idling at the start of the carpet and the sounds of muffled screaming and yelling reaching their ears instantly. Ever since their relationship had been made public, there had been attention on them like neither had ever experienced. 

She had been called a cheater, he had been called a social climber. Accusations of adultery and a months-long affair behind her husband’s back and questions on how valid Callum’s feelings could be as a less well-known star than her. Hell, Howard Stern had straight up asked her on his radio show how it felt to have power over the person she was in a relationship with when she had been so powerless previously. Callum certainly hadn’t taken kindly to the implication. 

Quarantine had been the perfect bubble for their love to take root and flourish. Had insulated them from the outside world as long as possible and allowed her walls to come down. They were built up so high after her failed marriage. Reinforced as her mind worked through the mental fuckery of falling in love with your co-star. Evelyn hadn’t known where she began and the character ended for the longest time but she knew in her heart she wanted to figure it out with him. 

The roar reached a fever pitch as Callum stepped out of the car, buttoned his jacket and waved to a group of fans on the side. He waited for her, watched her take a deep breath and square her shoulders before she took his outstretched hand and stepped out of the vehicle. 

Her movie star smiled flitted across her face easily as their fingers interlocked and her own hand raised in a wave before letting her boyfriend slot his lips against hers to the delight of the camera flashes. 

“Let’s do a couple autographs before interviews.” Her publicist gently pressed on the small of her back to guide in the direction of glossy photographs and posters and an endless sea of markers.

Evelyn smiled warmly as she let go of his hand and began to scrawl her name across various posters of her in Targaryen garb or an old military uniform or the occasional photo she had taken with a fan previously that they were now adding her penmanship to.

“Can I get a selfie?”

“Yeah of course!” She smiled with as many fans as she could and let them take a few photos to choose from before she was getting the signal it was time to keep it moving. “Thanks for coming!” Evelyn blew a few kisses to the crowd before Callum had her hand right back in his for the ensuing carpet walk. 

“Ev, you want to go first?” Tracy asked as she was beginning to urge her to the first photomark. She hit the X and did her best to look at the cameras like she wanted to fuck them. Those were normally the only shots that kept their hunger sated and kept from yelling too explicitly at her the rest of the night. 

She looked over her shoulder and watched Callum smile and show off his suit like it was second nature and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to look at the photos later to see just how in love she was in this moment. He took her extended hand with a mischievous smile, falling in love all over again with this side of her that he knew well but she kept hidden from the outside world. 

“Let me get the two of you looking to the right!”

“Put your hands on her, mate!” “Look right at the camera with a smile, Evelyn!”

Callum furrowed his brow and wrapped his arm around her waist a little tighter as they kept fighting for a piece of them. They had both worked so hard to keep this one corner of their lives sacred and private but they couldn’t stay that way forever. Especially when they were trying to promote the show that brought them together in the first place. 

“You good?” he asked, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Hold my hand the rest of the carpet?”

“Of course, love.” Their eyes stayed locked together as he kissed the back of her hand and they made their way towards the first interviewer. 

“It’s so good to see you guys again!”

“It’s good to see you too! It’s been a minute,” Evelyn replied.

“Last time I saw you, Callum, you were with George Clooney which is a hard interview companion to top-”

“Oh, I’ve done it. This one’s my companion for life.” She couldn’t help but blush at his forwardness. “This show brought so many beautiful people to my life and introduced me to this incredible story of these men and the sacrifices they made for us but I’ll never be able to articulate what meeting this woman and falling in love with her has done for me and the honor that has truly been.” 

“This is why my team is always trying to keep us separate in front of a microphone because we always get a little in our feels about each other.” Evelyn rested her cheek against his chest.

“Tell me about that. You guys film this show and feel some vibes and then the premiere gets delayed for two years. Does this add to the nervousness or does it add to the excitement?”

“Definitely both,” Evelyn teases, “the characters are real people, real heroes, so there is such a desire to make sure the story is told in the most accurate, thankful way. Part of making sure that happened was fully devoting ourselves to the relationship between these two and to discover something real in the process was a really happy accident.” Her hand rested on his cheek and he kissed her palm, looking at her like she was the only girl in the entire world. For him she was.

“We had the opportunity to meet their children and grandchildren which was such a blessing because on paper I was skeptical, it seemed written for the movies, but they had letters and pictures and stories that really showed these two loved each other in a magical way their entire lives.”

“And what’s next for you two? I hear rumors we may see you, Ms. Shaw, in a movie about sand and worms…” Evelyn laughed. 

“I hear Austin Butler loves worms so you should ask him. I know nothing about a movie with those themes.” She mimed sealing her lips and throwing away the key. The interviewer looked to Callum for help.

“Hey, I know even less than you do. This one’s a steel trap.” 

“Alright, I’m getting the signal that the most in demand people on this carpet tonight are needing to move along. Have the best night ever you two!” They both offered their thanks before a team of security and assistants collapsed ranks around them as they moved down the carpet. 

“How’d we do, Trace?” Callum asked as he swung their interlocked hands back and forth. 

“You were on your best behavior. Thank you.” Evelyn was a typical client for a publicist. Did good work and got high profile projects, never caused controversy in an interview but had some skeletons in her closet. Evelyn always did exactly as she asked and took her advice as gospel. Her boyfriend on the other hand was all boisterous and laughed and sang and had not a care in the world. He wanted to hold her and kiss and let the whole world know he was in love with her and scream it from the rooftops. 

“I see Mr. Butler!” Evelyn pointed directly ahead to the tall blonde man taking photos with Barry. “Oh, and Barry! I haven’t seen him recently enough to ask about bathwater.”

“Look who it is! My first and second wheel!” Austin lifted her up and spun her around before greeting Callum. “You two walking together?” While he was very familiar with their PDA behind closed doors, it was rare to see it out in the open. 

“This is as close to her accepting a proposal as I’m gonna get, mate.” Ev rolled her eyes and turned to get in between them for the row of photographers currently screaming at them. She is safe in between the two of them. Had needed every ounce of it when she had arrived on set all those years ago. 

She knew Callum had a ring tucked away somewhere safe. Knew he was dying with every passing day to make things between them official forever. She meant soon when she had said it earlier. 

Evelyn looked up at him as the camera continued to blind her and she tuned them out. She smiled and he smiled right back. “I love you,” he whispered so it existed just between the two of them. 

“I love you, too. So much.” 

Yes. Soon indeed.

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[freeuselandonorris]

I wish you’d write a fic where lando tries different antics to get oscar to lose his cool a bit (both in the bedroom and out ig)!

HELLO ANON thank you for this delicious prompt! i actually ended up going off in a slightly different direction to what you asked for because it sort of ran away with me, so i hope you still enjoy it ❤️

The first time he does it, it’s an accident, although Oscar doesn’t seem to think so. 

It’s a couple of minutes before the start of FP2 and the garage is a hive of activity. Ted Kravitz is stood about ten feet away, pointing energetically at something from the mouth of the garage. There are at least three cameras within shooting distance. So Lando doesn’t think much of it when he squeezes past Oscar, shifting him out of the way by the hips to get to his cubbyhole, because there’s no thought behind it other than Oscar is standing in the way and it’s too loud to say excuse me. When Lando’s hands make contact with his racesuit, Oscar jumps. Lando laughs, pats his back and carries on, thinking nothing more of it.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Oscar asks accusingly, after the session when they’re waiting to leave.

Lando squints, mystified. Racks his brains to figure out whether he’d accidentally cut Oscar up on track or blocked him on a fast lap. “Do what?”

“In the garage,” Oscar says. He’s watching Lando with a funny expression, eyes locked on his face. He wets his lips. “When you—” He stops, eyes snapping to his feet. 

“What?” Lando says. It’s funny — for all Oscar looks supremely unbothered by basically everything, reacting to stress and joy alike with little more than an eyebrow raise, he does have one tell. He blushes more easily than almost anyone Lando’s ever met, except maybe Morgan, who’s got the excuse of being ginger.

“Never mind,” Oscar says. He’s so red. “I just thought — when you came past me. I thought you were too close on purpose.”

Huh. Lando tilts his head, studying Oscar. “Nope. Sorry, mate. Won’t happen again.”

“No,” Oscar says hastily, before Lando’s even finished speaking. “It’s fine. It wasn’t — It’s fine.”

His face is scarlet now, the flush spreading right across his nose and cheeks. Even his ears are pink. 

Interesting. 

The second time he does it, they’re alone. In a lift, to be exact, which means Lando only has about fifteen seconds. By virtue of being in the executive suites, they’re both posted to the top floor, and the lift that had been full of various team personnel empties out suddenly on floor seven, leaving them leaning against the back handrail, alone. 

Lando leans over, tips his head onto Oscar’s shoulder and yawns exaggeratedly. “Wow,” he says airily. “I’m beat.”

Their heights don’t match up properly for this at all. Lando’s ear is squashed against Oscar’s shoulder. He feels Oscar go still for a few seconds, and then, abruptly, his shoulder drops. Like he’s listing deliberately to one side, lowering his shoulder for Lando’s head to fit.

Lando bites back a smile, nestles into the curve of Oscar’s throat. Twists his head so his breath gusts out against the soft skin. Breathes in deep. “Wow, Osc, you smell good. New cologne?” 

His head jiggles as Oscar swallows hard. “No. Nope. Same one as always.”

“Hmm,” Lando says, and presses his nose into Oscar’s shoulder, revelling in Oscar’s shuddery inhale. “Maybe I’ve just not been close enough to notice before.”

The third time, they’re being filmed. They’re in a conference room downstairs at the hotel, sun streaming through the windows, backing out onto some tennis courts Lando quite fancies getting onto later, if he gets chance. They’ve been positioned next to each other on an uncomfortable sofa, answering quickfire questions for some YouTube channel Lando’s never heard of. His back is killing him, or at least that’s the excuse he’ll use if anyone asks why he he swings his feet up off the floor and drops them into Oscar’s lap. 

Oscar stops halfway through a sentence, stammering to a halt. His hands hover in midair, awkward. 

Lando wriggles his feet, feeling the muscles in Oscar’s thighs. They’re so firm, even through the rubber of his soles.

“Sorry,” Oscar says to the interviewer, who’s looking at them bemusedly. He turns to Lando. “Really, mate?”

Lando shrugs, doesn’t move his feet. Smiles the smile that let him get away with being a little shit at school. After a moment, Oscar’s hands settle on top of his trainers, curled tentatively around his feet.

“Okay,” the interviewer says. “Let’s go again.”

Afterwards, Oscar stands up quickly, dislodging Lando’s feet so fast his trainers squeak on the polished floor when they land. He yanks his hoodie down over his hips, but not before Lando sees it. Hard not to, really, given that he’s still sat down at crotch height. The front of Oscar’s jeans, stretched out, just a bit. 

“Oh,” Lando says stupidly. 

“Shut up,” Oscar says tightly, out of the corner of his mouth. “Swear to God.”

Lando nods and struggles to his feet. Prays he hasn’t taken it too far. He’s half-expecting Oscar to make his excuses and disappear, but he sticks around to exchange pleasantries with the team. Makes jokes like nothing’s up, beckons Lando when they’re dismissed and strolls out alongside him, whistling between his teeth. Lando’s just starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing, when Oscar turns to him.

“Come to my room,” he says. Just like that, no preamble, no beating around the bush. 

Lando nods, falls into step alongside him.

Lando’s barely got the door shut before Oscar’s shoving him up against it. Pinning Lando back with his hands bracketed around Lando’s biceps, staring down at him. And then he stops. Uncertainty flickers across his face.

“What is this?” he says, quiet and tense. 

Lando blinks. “What do you—”

“No,” Oscar cuts him off. “Don’t bullshit me.”

He doesn’t look angry. His gaze flicks between Lando’s eyes and mouth. His lips part. Goosebumps break out all down Lando’s arms, starting at the point where Oscar��s warm hands wrap around him. 

“Do you like it?” Lando says, squirming against the doorway. Looking up into Oscar’s dark eyes. 

Oscar kisses him. Same way he’d asked: no fucking about. His teeth click against Lando’s with the force of it, tongue dipping inside Lando’s mouth and retreating, a maddening tease. 

Lando’s gasping for breath by the time they break apart. His skin burns, prickly like he’s starting with flu, only good. He grabs Oscar’s wrist, wrenches it away from his arm and shoves it under his hoodie. They both gasp when Oscar’s hand touches skin, Lando sucking in his belly involuntarily. 

“You’ve been driving me fucking mental,” Oscar says, a low growl. Lando shudders and lets his head thud back against the door. Oscar’s fingers curl into the soft space below his ribs. “You know that? Can barely think straight, sitting there wondering when you’re gonna do it again.”

“Hardly even done anything,” Lando mutters. 

Oscar scoffs, but his eyes are soft. He grips the bottom of Lando’s hoodie and the shirt underneath, pulling them up far enough to expose his stomach, and looks at the skin on display. Lando arches his back, squirming under the scrutiny.

Holding the fabric up, Oscar scrapes the nails of his other hand in one long line down Lando’s stomach, letting them snag in the waistband of his joggers at the end of the trail. His nails leave streaks of fire down Lando’s skin. He can’t help but imagine it, even though he can’t see past his clothes: pink lines, marks on his skin, put there by Oscar. 

Oscar ducks in again, kisses him for a few destabilising seconds. This time, when they separate, he stays close enough that Lando can see the tiny, distorted reflections of himself in Oscar’s dark eyes. He brings one hand up, cupping the back of Oscar’s neck, where the hair is short and soft. 

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes. Abruptly, Lando realises he’s trembling, his entire body shivering with desire. He might have wanted this for a lot longer than he’s let himself think about. “Yeah, I like it.”

#prompt fill #landoscar #lando norris/oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #mctwinks #answered

[critter-of-habit]

When I watched the new What If episode with Peggy & Nat I immediately thought of you, your art, and what your reaction would be. Especially since it was kind of a retelling of Captain America & The Winter Soldier.

What are your thoughts on the episode?

Seeing as you asked, I WILL TELL YOU MY MANY THOUGHTS. WITH PICTURES.

under the cut for length lol

First of all, as usual the animation, particularly the lighting, was incredible. Also the effects! The explosions, smoke, everything. Always blows me away how much effort and love these animators put in to What If.

I love that it's Winter Soldier based because by god do I love that movie - but I also love that it's so very different to my AU cos that means I can keep going with it lol.

Okay here we go with the highlights - Blatant flirting and showing off:

This???:

Just how in sync they were with every fight scene - even in the Battle of New York when they had only known each other for a few hours.

HEY LOVELY. LOVELY:

Angst. And how soft Nat is here:

"Hey, Peg. I got you."

Natasha's inability to sit in a chair properly:

Peggy making a star wars reference and Nat calling her out on it like .. Nat you RECOGNIZED the reference you're a nerd too

"You know I always wondered how you got all those GI Boys to follow a woman into war: question answered." ie. "I'm so into you right now":

This Natasha stabbed Dreykov to death with a corkscrew and I love her for it.

Natasha instinctively putting herself in between Peggy and Steve even though they're both twice her size

I've already mentioned but, the choice to focus on Natasha's face in this scene:

Nat's face here:

Natasha only getting taken down by the robots because her gay-Peggy-focused-ass gets distracted when Peggy runs off to protect Steve: (I'll come back to this point later as a negative)

MELINA.

Was anyone else looking to see if Yelena was there

"Let's unpack that later, shall we?"

"I don't know whether to kiss you, kill you, or dissect you." "Let me guess, all three?"

I bet the Captain Carter film was baby Nat's gay awakening lol:

Melina's glorious slo-mo "grandma, it's me, anastasia" coat drop:

Peggy running to save Nat T_T

These shots:

Nat wearing the same outfit from Winter Soldier:

Natasha "too-loyal-and-infatuated-for-her-own-good" Romanoff going along with Peggy again to look for Steve without even being asked. (in stark contrast to the end of Winter Soldier when Natasha did not go with Steve to look for Bucky, I might add)

New reaction image:

Peggy and Nat calling and reaching out to each other when the portal opens and ALMOST making it - then Natasha punching the ground in desperation T_T

These two look SO COOL and I can't wait for the 1602 episode.

Negative points:

Rehashing Ste/ggy all over again - we already HAD that and it was endgame, why do it again?

As much as I adore Natasha's intense loyalty, it's very one sided in this episode and I'm wondering if that's intentional. Peggy is hyperfocused on Steve and leaves Nat behind to run after him multiple times, even though he is in an entire suit of armor and is FINE and Natasha is the one actually getting injured. Then she's leaving at the end without saying goodbye to go find Steve again (despite there being no reason to think he's alive? he EXPLODED??) even though Natasha just went through a trauma too and shouldn't be abandoned. Kinda feels like Peggy is taking Natasha's always being there for granted and I really hope it's addressed in following episodes (though I doubt it will be - it'll just be Steve focused again -_- )

Okay I think I'm done. This was a LOT I'm not sorry I've been waiting for more content for SO LONG I can't wait for the rest of the episodes to rip my heart out and stomp on it :3

#Disclaimer because this is tumblr: I'm under no illusion that Peggynat will actually happen #but all their interactions FEED ME #peggynat #reply #critter rambles #long post #VERY long post I'm not sorry #what if...? #what if...? spoilers #what if #what if spoilers

[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props! 02

summary: Miles catches onto your antics. wc: ~800 a/n: some advanced haterism going on here. this has gotten increasingly fun to write as the plot ramps up! pls don't be scared 2 leave any reactions or thoughts in the comments + tags :) 01 02 03

From then on, you made it a point to ignore Miles during partner work and punctuate it with an eye roll. He tucked his head back in surprise the first time you did it, and you felt like you’d just won a prize.

…That is, until he ignored you back. 

Eventually, Miles just turned to the person in the next column to ask for a pen instead, seeming perfectly content with working on his own.

It should've been a relief.

Today, Mr. Sanchez handed out worksheets to write a short composition on, and you struggled to recall the correct word for ‘kitchen’. All of your attempts to remember the pictures at the back of your flashcards came to nothing, finally forcing you to turn around and ask with a heavy sigh.

"Um, hey," you began, wincing at the softness of your voice. "What’s ‘kitchen’ in Spanish? You remember?"

Miles looked at you with only his eyes. " ‘Cocina’."

No puns, no off-hand comment. Not even an offer to help further. He just quietly returned to his work. 

Your plan was already falling apart now that he no longer initiated conversations for you to brush off, so you went with the next best thing: competing with him.

“Who was able to solve for the trajectory of–oh!”

The AP Physics instructor pushed back a strand of red hair as she glanced between you and Miles, whose hands had shot up at the same time.

“Let’s go with someone who hasn’t spoken yet. Ms. L/N?”

You smiled as you answered, “24.7 meters per second.”

“Excellent job, Y/N, and thank you for participating today. Now, would anyone else…”

As the woman called on other students, a strategy began to take shape. 

It wasn’t hard to tell when Miles was about to raise his hand. His eyes would go wide, with a tiny smile that said he was certain that no one else could get this question right but him. His hand went up so fast that you had to answer before the teacher could even finish their question, but it worked. And it got you a few extra points for participation.

“Now, who can tell me what makes the film ‘Romeo + Juliet’ so unique?” asked the English professor.

Miles raised his hand. “It takes the original play and reinterprets aspects of the original plot for modern audiences.”

As soon as he answered, his eyes flickered towards you almost as if on cue. Sure enough, your hand flew up.

“Y/N, what a surprise! Care to add on?”

“Of course. The director, Baz Luhrmann,” you met Miles’ gaze as you specified the name, “used his over-the-top cinematic style of directing to bring the drama of the original play to life in a contemporary context. He replaced the swords with guns and balls for parties, but kept the dialogue the same so that audiences could better understand Shakespeare without needing to grapple with the work of translating Shakespearean English into modern English. He found a way to make the play accessible without compromising on the text.”

Miles narrowed his eyes at you while the stocky teacher made a noise of approval.

“Very succinct explanations, you two. I’m very impressed with you especially, Miss L/N. I hope to hear your voice more often in class.”

You noticed Miles still glaring, and rested your chin in the palm of your hand.

In a sickly-sweet tone, you whispered, “What?” 

He shook his head and turned away.

-

“Alright, make sure you go home and memorize those formulas! See you Wednesday!”

You neatly stacked your papers and slid them carefully into one of your labeled folders as the bell rang, marking the end of your last class.

The hallway bustled with students rushing like bees to their lockers. On the way to your own, a pop of color catches your eye. 

It’s a bulletin board filled with sign-ups for a number of clubs, from cheerleading to student government to debate. Remembering your college counselor’s comment about your extracurriculars “looking a bit empty”, you drew closer. Might as well, right?

You didn’t have the stamina for cheerleading, but speech and debate looked promising. Just as you took out a pen to sign your name, though, you stopped short and frowned.

At the very bottom of the list read the name ‘Miles Morales’ written with a neon highlighter. 

Then again on the art club’s flier. And anime club. And music engineering. 

‘Miles Morales’.

‘Miles Morales’.

‘Miles Morales’.

Guess you weren’t the only one who needed to beef up their transcript.

“Show-off,” you muttered to yourself. 

Just as you were about to lose hope, there was one other club that Miles hadn’t signed up for, hanging precariously off of the edge of the board from a single thumbtack:

Theater. 

And auditions were the very next day.

#miles morales fic #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x fem!reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour

[yyunari]

HEESEUNG 02. ⏱﹕ꕤ﹔ OFF THE RECORD NIGHT !

lee heeseung couldn’t stand hearing jake talk about his crush on y/n l/n any longer. but after he finds himself entangled with the girl in a late night conversation, perhaps his mindset shifts.

⌇＃GENRE ◠﹒fluff + (american) college au ＃PAIRING ◠﹒lee heeseung x fem! reader ＃WARNINGS ◠﹒heeseung is kind of mean and a bitch LMFAO also poor jake

if lee heeseung were to hear the name y/n l/n one more time that day, he would officially lose his shit.

it started when jake invited heeseung over to his dorm. hanging out with jake was supposed to help him relax before their midterms but as expected, the conversation had turned over to the topic of girls.

heeseung admitted to not being romantically interested in anyone. of course he found girls at their university attractive, but there wasn’t quite anyone he would see himself dating. the hot girls either had boyfriends or weren’t interested in him.

on the other hand, jake claimed that there was one girl in his major he found really pretty. he sugar coated it by saying he just admired the way she looked in a few of their classes together. that was, until jake’s roommate exposed him.

“jake has a crush on her!” sunghoon, who was jake’s roommate, stated while passing by the two in the common area.

heeseung whipped his head around at jake, who held a sheepish expression and sunghoon’s words.

for someone to get jake so flustered… heeseung wanted to know who it was.

“who’s the girl?” heeseung inquired, accompanied by a little giggle. he felt silly acting in such a way as if it was a schoolgirl crush, but even heeseung could admit that there was nothing more heart fluttering than the topic of love.

jake was hesitant to answer, but eventually he let it out.

“it’s y/n l/n, the girl who lives next door.”

at the reveal, heeseung raised an eyebrow. y/n l/n?

he was familiar with her because he also had a fair amount of classes with her. she was relatively smart and when no one had an answer to a question, she would be the one to raise her hand. she also seemed to have a kind personality and was constantly seen talking to new people each day.

and heeseung wasn’t a liar, he could even admit she was a pretty attractive girl.

but for jake to have a crush on her? she didn’t really seem to stand out all that much.

it got worse when the topic of y/n couldn’t seem to leave jake’s mouth for the rest of the night. anything they spoke about, jake would somehow tie it back to y/n.

“do you want to play genshin?” heeseung had asked at one point, hoping to move on from the girl that jake was so irrevocably in love with.

but much to his dismay, a lovesick smile overtook jake’s face as he sighed. “did you know y/n is an kazuha main? isn’t that so cute?”

no, heeseung couldn’t understand what about the girl made jake act in such a way. what was all the hype about? he would’ve understood if it was someone like park sieun or kim jiwon, both of whom were known amongst the physics majors for being extremely pretty, kind, and talented. but y/n l/n? the girl who failed to make it onto the school’s dance team? the girl who was never seen around campus and only had a presence in her classes? what was so special about her that had jake hooked?

as the night progressed and jake only spoke about her more, heeseung became sure of one thing.

jake had a horrible type in women.

after an extensive night of y/n, playing video games, binging ghibli films, more y/n, cooking food, and even more y/n, heeseung found himself ready to go back to his own dorm. after all, he did have a midterm at 9 am the next day and he didn’t want to be out too late.

“are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your dorm? you’re all the way on the other side of campus.” jake was correct, the walk was about 30 minutes and the idea of it made heeseung want to cry.

however, heeseung shook his head. “nah it’s alright, i can go by myself. i gotta go to the convenience store anyways and you should be trying to sleep early since your midterm is at 8 am.”

jake raised an eyebrow. “what do you need from the convenience store? i might have it here.”

“a red bull.” heeseung stated. “i don’t think i can survive all my classes plus my midterms tomorrow without one, and i definitley won’t wake up early enough to buy it in the morning.”

jake snorted. “oh yeah, you’re on your own then. i don’t believe in energy drinks and neither does sunghoon.”

heeseung just chuckled and waved at jake before heading out, mentally preparing for long, treacherous walk. a 30 minute walk wasn’t that bad in theory, but walking in the dark with a bunch of alpha delta kappa apple phi sigma ligma balls frat guys walking around making moaning noises wasn’t something heeseung was looking forward to. so he took a deep breath and made his way to the campus convenience store.

after about 15 minutes, heeseung notice the familiar sight of the store. he sighed in relief at being able to take a break from walking, and went inside.

he immediately beelined for the drink fridge, where he was able to find his beloved red bull.

10.99 for a red bull?? college is a scam. heeseung thought before proceeding to the counter to pay for his drink.

he was getting scammed, but at least he was self aware.

once the drink was paid for and in his hands, heeseung briskly walked out of the store to make it to his dorm before the frat guys could get to him. one of the asian frats in particular had been trying to get him to join for a while, and he declined each time. although, he almost joined at one point before he heard that the president was choi yeonjun and he had a bone to pick with that guy after he beat him in a singing contest.

when heeseung stepped out of the store, he noticed someone crouching down in the alley that he hadn’t seen when he walked in. he was about to leave, until he got closer and realized who it was.

y/n l/n.

was she trying to torment him on purpose? seeing her after jake blabbed his ear off about her all night was absolutely comedic.

but one thing rubbed heeseung the wrong way. what was she doing in the dark alleyway? suspicious thoughts filled his brain as he attempted to get closer to see if she was doing something weird.

though he fully expected to see the girl crouched over lines of cocaine, he was taken aback when he noticed that she was crying.

oh fuck, what do i do?! i don’t have the facilities for this…

it was then that he remembered he wanted to see what jake saw in her, so he mustered up whatever courage he had before walking up to her.

“you shouldn’t be in a dark alleyway like this, someone is going to think you’re doing drugs.”

y/n looked up at heeseung with tears in her eyes, but chuckled at his joke.

heeseung was surprised to feel his heart race a little at her laugh.

“sorry, can you not tell my ra? im trying not to get another offense.” y/n joked back despite the apparent sadness on her face.

although he wanted to go back to his dorm and relax, he couldn’t help that he wanted to see what jake saw in y/n. the opportunity was too good to pass up.

so he sat down next to her, to which y/n didn’t deny. as soon as he was on the ground, his stomach had growled.

fuck… he thought. despite eating at jake’s house, the walking made him hungry once more and he really didn’t want to buy more food.

much to his surprise, y/n reached into her bag and pulled out two onigiris. she held one out to heeseung. “want one?”

heeseung smiled at this. he thought the act of sharing her food was kind, especially since she barely knew him. he gratefully accepted the onigiri and the two began eating in silence for a moment.

that was, until heeseung started talking. “want to tell me why you were crying?”

y/n purses her lips before responding. “i don’t know, will you tell anyone about it?”

heeseung shook his head. “my mouth is shut, i promise.”

another laugh left y/n’s lips, which heeseung couldn’t tell whether it was a genuine laugh or just a side effect of all the tears she had released. “i’m just not have the best start to the semester. for one, i’ve been having a hard time adjusting from being so far away from my family. and i don’t really have a lot of friends here so i feel especially lonely.” she started.

during the pause, heeseung brought up a question. “i thought you had a lot of friends? i see you talking to people often.”

y/n shook her head. “i talk to a lot of people, but i don’t really consider myself friends with all of them. i only talk to them in my classes and i never go out. i literally just rot in my dorm all day.”

heeseung made a noise of acknowledgement, before signaling her to start again.

“i also got rejected from the dance team which was heartbreaking, because i had been dancing for 15 years of my life and to find out i wasn’t good enough to make the team really discouraged me. my roommate always invites guys over without my permission and isn’t willing to listen to me when i tell her i’m not comfortable with a guy literally sleeping in our shared room. like hello?? our beds are two feet away from each other. i’m not going to sleep in the same room as her fucking boy toy. plus, always yells on the phone when i’m trying to sleep.” y/n took a breath before continuing. “sorry, that one gets me really heated.”

heeseung laughed. “i get it though, i have a lot of classes with juhyun and she’s really rude.”

“right?! thank god i’m not the only person who thinks that. for some reason, everyone seems to adore her.” y/n rolled her eyes at the thought. “anyways, i guess the breaking point for me was when my uncle passed away. that was kind of what set me off because i was really close to him and i always considered him my second dad since he sort of looked after me whenever my parents were too busy with work.”

“i’m sorry for your loss.” heeseung frowned. “i know it can be hard to cope with these things especially since you’re far away from your family.”

y/n nodded at his assertion. it was as if he read her mind. “yeah, i think at this point i’ve cried enough about it that i’m just kind of in shock.”

the two sat there for a moment in silence, basking in the calming atmosphere. for some reason, heeseung didn’t find it awkward to be around y/n. he figured it was because she was such an easy person to get along with that he could find himself so calmed by being around her.

if he just ignored the heat filling up his cheeks then perhaps that was the reason.

“so, what about you?” y/n spoke up after about a minute. “is there anything on your mind?”

heeseung was surprised that she asked. he hadn’t expected her to think about him, but nonetheless he answered. “not exactly, i guess i’m just stressed about midterms but isn’t everyone?”

y/n groaned. “oh shit, i forgot… the math midterm is tomorrow.” she begrudgingly took her phone out of her pocket and pulled up a google document of her study guide. “i guess i should start reviewing, but i don’t get any of this finance shit. i mean, i’m a physics major. why do i need to know money?!”

when y/n noticed heeseung’s teasing smile, she pointed an accusing finger at him. “why are you laughing at me, are you good at finance?”

heeseung just shrugged. “i dabble.” he left out the fact that he was the secretary for the anime club. after all, it didn’t feel relevant because truthfully he didn’t have many finances to deal with. and he didn’t want y/n to know he was involved in the anime club of all things. “do you need help? i can go over your study guide with you.”

shaking her head, y/n shut off her phone. “nah, i think i’ll be fine. i’m pretty good at remembering things from class so i think i can pull stuff from my ass.”

“oh right, i forgot you’re an academic weapon.” heeseung teased. “yet somehow you’re not understanding finance.”

“it’s not my fault the universe is against me this semester!”

heeseung recalled what she had told him previously about her troubles. “touché.”

there was a moment of silence, in which heeseung opted to check the time on his phone. it was nearing midnight, and he was nowhere near his dorm.

he pondered the idea of ending the conversation there and trying to get a good nights rest before the midterm. however as he looked back up at y/n and her unreadable expression, there was something within him that told him to stay. perhaps it was the unusual rhythm of his heart that he wanted to explore a bit more, or maybe even the way his eyes always trailed towards her. whatever it was, he decided to listen to his body and stay.

"hey heeseung, what's your favorite movie?" y/n inquired out of the blue, interrupting heeseung’s inner thoughts. “i’m just wondering. i feel like people’s favorite movies say a lot about them and i want to get to know you more.”

that made his eyes widen ever so slightly. the idea that his curiousity for the other was reciprocated was heartwarming in a way.

"why the sudden question?" heeseung teased once more. seeing her roll her eyes, he quickly corrected himself. "i'm teasing, it's whisper of the heart.”

y/n abruptly gasped. "you like studio ghibli too?"

heeseung’s heart fluttered with eagerness once he heard that she enjoyed watching ghibli films, as one of his guilty pleasures was that he took comfort in those movies, seeing as they took up a considerable part of her childhood. for a guy with his reputation, it would seem unlikely. so he kept his love hidden, with his older sister being the only one aware. she had a similar relationship to the films, having introduced them to heeseung in the first place. the latter ever so faintly smiled at the memory of him and his sister at their last studio ghibli movie binge.

"yeah, i love it!"

y/n scooted close to him, glad to have started that conversation. giggles erupted from her chest, her inner child peaking through which heeseung found extremely cute. “which are your favorites?"

heeseung thought for a few seconds. "well besides whisper of the heart, ponyo and kiki's delivery service"

"dude, ponyo is fucking amazing" y/n wistfully sighed, leaning back a bit with a nostalgia filled expression. "those movies are basically my childhood"

"s-same here" heeseung spoke, stuttering out of shock.

y/n abruptly sat up, reaching down to grab her phone. heeseung could roughly make out her phone case, which had the design of the twin stars from sanrio. it made him curious of whether or not she liked sanrio, and what other things she was interested in.

"i saw this really cool fanart of san from princess mononoke. it looks really realistic— almost painfully realistic! here, i think you would like it"

and she did, her phone displayed a captivating composition she found on instagram, a rather enthralling redraw of one of the scenes in princess mononoke. it was one that heeseung had trouble keeping his eyes off of, gaping at it with a slightly open mouth and wide eyes. his expression conveyed how amazed he truly was.

"it's... wonderful" he sighed out, a dreamy essence overtaking his aura. "it almost looks like official art.”

y/n cheekily grinned, letting her phone fall on her lap. "right?? it's so good"

the two became peaceful for a bit as the conversation died down and opted to listen to the ambiance of the night. both were becoming increasingly aware of just how truly late it was, but neither really minded that fact.

something undeniable were the small glances they kept making to each other, both wanting to start up the conversation again but were just a little too flustered to do so.

although they hadn’t ever spoken before that point, heeseung found it easy to be comfortable around y/n. words seemed to just spill out around her, and he couldn’t quite control it. he figured y/n felt the same judging by how she opened up so quickly to him.

until his previous conversation had registered within him, and he nearly doubled over in repulsion. heeseung had caught himself enjoying their short yet stirring exchange, more so than he had anticipated. not that he expected much at all, because it had started from the fact that heeseung wanted to see what jake saw in y/n.

unwillingly, he found himself understanding things from jakes perspective. he would have preferred if he didn't like the conversation but rather despised it and despised her.

the fact that heeseung had a conversation with her and thoroughly enjoyed it was nothing less than worrisome, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had anything wrong with him that day.

despite that discovery, one thing still wandered on heeseung’s mind.

what exactly made y/n l/n so special?

yes, he found her easy to get along with. and he did enjoy her company. and yes, something about her made his heart flutter a bit.

but he still couldn’t pin point what made jake so infatuated.

as heeseung examined y/n to see figure it out, the girl started giggling which confused heeseung. what was she laughing about?

“sorry i don’t mean to laugh but,” y/n put her hand to her mouth to control her giggles. “you just look so cute right now with your expression.”

heeseung stopped at this. was she flirting with him? he couldn’t deny anymore that she was constantly making him flustered.

“so, you think im cute?” heeseung asked with a wide smile on his face. “you’re not too bad looking yourself, y/n.”

not too bad looking was an understatement. under the moonlight and beneath the stars, y/n seemed to be the most ethereal being heeseung had ever laid eyes on. he felt all his previous assumptions about y/n disappearing in that one moment.

at heeseung’s compliment, y/n just shyly smiled. one thought crossed his mind.

is her heart racing like mine right now?

he hoped he wasn’t alone in the feeling.

after a slight moment where y/n looked as though she were contemplating something, she spoke once again. “there is… another reason i laughed.” y/n whispered out.

before he could ask for the reason, y/n slowly leaned closer to heeseung. they were already at a close proximity by sitting next to each other, but her closing that small distance made his eyes widen and lips part.

for a second, heeseung considered kissing her. but wouldn’t that be wrong? kissing his close friend’s crush? heeseung couldn’t do that to jake, even if deep down, he wanted to.

but before he could even try to complete the kiss, he heard her whisper.

“may i?”

the thought of jake completely left heeseung’s mind in that moment as he nodded.

heeseung could only feel the beating of his heart and y/n’s warm breath on his face. he could only perceive her presence, as the world seemed to fade into nothingness. each second bridged the gap between them being strangers and them becoming involved with one another. whatever would follow, heeseung was nervous for.

but as y/n inched closer and closer to his face, he felt her soft lips make contact with the side of his own. they lightly brushed on the corners of his mouth, making a small notice that they were even there to begin with.

“you had a piece of rice on your face.”

as realization and embarrassment filled heeseung’s entire being, y/n burst out into a fit of giggles.

“oh, you’re so evil for that.” heeseung rolled his eyes. at that, y/n just shrugged.

“i’m just trying to keep you on your toes.”

as the night progressed and their late night conversation continued, heeseung hoped it would stay off the record and jake wouldn’t find out. he felt guilty for basically kissing his friend’s crush. but anothe side of him was glad that it happened, because it made him realize something.

the problem was never what was special about y/n, it was what was wrong with heeseung’s mindset. he realized that liking someone never needed any justification, that the person never had to be perfect for the person’s crush on them to make sense. it didn’t even need to make sense in the first place.

there never really seemed to be anything special about y/n, yet in jake’s eyes she was the most admirable person.

he realized that jake liked y/n because he found all aspects of her beautiful.

and perhaps heeseung was starting to as well.

authors note. i wrote this impulsively on the plane bc i got bored 👹 i think my best ideas come when i’m on planes bc this is the second time i’ve cooked smt up in a plane. also lmk if i should do a part two that’s like heeseung x y/n x jake 🤓☝️

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[kikis-works]

What Comes Back to Haunt Us.

Summary: It's been 5 years...Tim thought he was safe.

CW: Angst, fluff, mentions of entry 71 and entry 59

It’s been 5 years since Entry #87 was posted. 

You and Tim have been dating for 2 out of those 5 years and decided to take the next step in your relationship. The two of you had met when he accidentally bumped into you at the mental health clinic he had started to attend and before long he had asked you out on a date. Now here you stand in front of a white house, on a quiet street, in the town of Savannah, Georgia. Tim had finished unpacking the last of the boxes the night before and you couldn’t ask for a better home to share with the love of your life. The floor creaked in certain spots as you entered the house and saw Tim making dinner for when you got off work. The sleeves on his red flannel were rolled up and he had a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder as he sliced the black olives that sat on the wooden cutting board.

“Spaghetti?” You asked from the kitchen door and he turned, smiling.

“You love spaghetti, and I wanted to do something special.” His words made you smile as you set your bag and coat down in the living room. Walking into the kitchen you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed yourself into his back, enjoying the smell of cigarette smoke and fresh rain that emitted from his body. You felt a deep chuckle come from his body as he scraped the chopped up olives into the spaghetti sauce, turning to face you. He towered over you as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why don’t you go find a movie to watch? They should be in the hall closet.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you nodded, reluctantly leaving his arms. As you made your way to the closet and opened the door, you smiled and called out to the man in the kitchen.

“How do you feel about a horror movie?!” 

“Sounds good! Your choice, doll!” 

“Okay, pretty boy!” You smiled at the pet names you exchanged as you dug around in the closet.

You came across a small box you had never seen before and opened it up. It contained a bunch of tapes that you assumed were Tim’s old tapes. He told you he used to be an actor for an old friend’s student film before their friendship fell apart, but he didn’t like talking about it. He always became anxious and would change the subject when you were asking questions about that time in his life.

Your hand found the old camera and flipped it open, the tape that was already in the camera playing. A man in a t shirt and a cap was sitting in his car at night as he spoke, “Tim called me a little while ago and told me to meet him out here to talk about something. He didn’t say what it was.” 

Was this a sort of vlog for the student film?

“But I assume it had something to do with what all happened at the abandoned hospital a few days ago, which really didn’t go as well I hoped it would, even though I don’t know how I expected it to go. I don’t know what all Tim remembers and what he doesn’t remember, and what he’s lying about remembering and not remembering. But regardless I don’t think he’s gonna be buying my cover story for much longer, and even if he did, it’s not really doing much good, by this point.”

What the hell was this? Cover story for what?

“So, as nervous as it makes me to do this, I think when he gets here, I’m going to come clean with him and tell him the truth about what all’s been going on these past few years. It may make him mad. It may get him on my side. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. But maybe it’ll lead to some answers if I’m lucky.”

Not long after that you noticed Tim’s car pull into the empty parking lot on the video camera screen. Who was this guy and why was he lying to Tim? The video showed Tim get out of his car and march over to the mystery man.

“Tim, listen I-” The man was cut off as Tim punched him in the stomach. The sudden violence made your stomach churn. Not once in the two years that you had known Tim had he ever gotten violent or aggressive. You turned the camera off and sat for a minute before you heard Tim call your name. “Doll, you okay in there?” You pick a movie and rush back to the kitchen.

“Sorry, I couldn’t pick a movie.” He smiled and nodded, handing you a plate of hot spaghetti. 

After dinner, you had your back pressed against his chest as you both lay on the couch finishing the movie. The video footage still made your stomach churn with an uneasy feeling, which made you speak up.

“Tim, why didn’t you tell me we had a camera?” He physically tensed up behind you.

“What are you talking about, doll?”

“The camera and tapes in the closet.” He turned and sat up, turning your face to him.

“Look at me, baby. You can’t watch those tapes. Something…haunts those tapes. If you watch those tapes, there’s no going back. That thing will find you. Even us talking about this is risky.” His tone was dead serious and his eyes were stone cold. All you could do was nod as he pulled you tightly to his chest, gripping onto you as if you were going to disappear into thin air. 

You and Tim made your way into the bedroom and changed into pajamas before climbing into the haven of warm blankets. As you cuddled up to the man beside you, your head on his bare chest, his words about the tapes echoed in your head. They were just tapes…there couldn’t be anything wrong with them. When you were sure that Tim had fallen asleep, you silently climbed out of bed and padded your way over to the hallway closet, opening up the door and staring at the cardboard box that held the supposedly haunted tapes. You sat down on the floor and pulled out the camera, picking a random tape to put into the camera. The tape began to play as you watched silently. Tim and the unknown man were outside of Alex’s old house. It was seemingly normal as they searched the house, but when they entered the basement, the once daylight that was outside had disappeared. That’s when you saw it…a tall man in a suit, but he had no features. His skin was white and he stood at around 10 feet tall, the video and audio distorting. A soft ringing in your ears began to occur as you continued to watch the tape, before it ended. You sat in silence before you softly rose and walked out to the front porch, finding the pack of cigarettes and lighter you kept on the porch. It was cold as you sat on the wooden porch, the wind adding an icy chill to the dark night.

The ringing grew louder as you lit the cigarette and shakily exhaled the smoke. There was no way it was real, it had to have been edited in or they had to have had someone dress up as the tall man. But there was no way to edit a tape…was there? As you began to sink into your thoughts, you stared at the neverending woods that lay in silence across the road from your house. The ringing was unbearable now and that’s when you saw it…the same figure that you had seen in the tapes, just standing along the tree line, staring at you with his eyeless features. You stomped out your half smoked cigarette and made your way back inside, crawling back into the bed beside your warm boyfriend. Your icy toes were happy to be back in the soft bed, the warmth beginning to draw the cold out of them. You snuggled back up to the warm body that you shared the bed with and your eyes became heavy as you felt his arms instinctively wrap around you. Sleep called to you and you happily answered the call.

It had been a week since you touched the camera and watched the tapes. The ringing came back occasionally while you were at work, but you never saw the faceless man again. That was until the night you had a nightmare. 

The leaves crunched under your feet as you ran through the dark and endless woods, the footsteps of the masked man following close behind you. When you turned to see how close he was, you could see his brunette hair that poked out from behind the white mask. The white mask had black around the eyes, the lips were filled in, and eyebrows were drawn on the mask as well. His eyes were dark as his feet pushed him along towards your fear filled body. You turned your face as the cold night air burned in your lungs, your legs threatening to collapse underneath you as you pushed branch after branch out of your face. The faceless man whizzed by as you ran. You only awoke when the masked man tackled you to the ground.

Your eyes were heavy and your head pounded as you moved to roll over in the soft bed. But you weren’t in your bed. Instead you were met with moist dirt and green grass, the trees around you looming and dark. As you sat up, you didn’t recognize where you were. You looked up and judging by the position of the sun, it was around one in the afternoon. You felt the pressure of your phone in your pajama pants. When the hell did that get there? Your phone was charging when you went to bed. You laughed silently, as if the mystery of how your phone got into your pocket was the biggest problem you had right now. You pulled out your phone and your heart raced.

Tim❤️: 42 missed calls

Tim❤️: 6 voicemails

Tim❤️: Did you get called into work?

Tim❤️: Doll?

Tim❤️: Is everything okay?

Tim❤️: You’re starting to worry me

Tim❤️: Please pick up, baby

You quickly dial his phone number and within two rings he picked up. “Oh thank God, you’re okay. Where the hell are you?” The worry in his voice was thick.

“I…I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” His voice dropped slightly.

“I don’t remember how I got here…or where the hell I am. I had this weird dream where I was running from some kind of masked man, and then I woke up here.” The other side of the line was silent apart from the heavy breathing and the sound of a car door slamming closed.

“Describe what’s around you.”

You looked around and began to walk, the coarse dirt wedging its way in between your toes as you walked along the undistinguished path before you.

“I see a red tower behind the trees.” 

“FUCK!” The sudden vulgar language from the phone made you jump and the sound of an engine roar filled the speaker. “I’m coming to get you. Get to the tower.” His voice was dark as he breathed heavily.

“Doll…I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Tim.”

The call ended as you made your way through the woods and to the red tower. The paint was faded and it looked as though it would collapse at any minute. You walked inside, careful of the broken glass and sharp wooden pieces. He was coming for you.

It was roughly six hours and the sun was beginning to set before you heard your name being called from somewhere in the woods. Tim. 

You jumped up and began to scream back at him. “Tim?!” You followed the sound of his voice until you saw him from across a clearing. You didn’t think, just ran. He made his way to you quicker than you thought and his arms wrapped around you, his voice breaking as he buried his face into your neck.

“Oh doll, I thought I lost you..”

“I’m right here, Tim. I’m right here.” His hand found its way to your hair as he held you close.

“We need to leave, now.”

All you could do was nod as he picked you up and carried you back to his car.

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this, doll. I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting behind the wheel and driving away. As you left you noticed the sign that stood in front of the entrance.

‘Rosswood Park.’

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[lonelycowgirls]

Girl on Film

New Harry and Stella content! 🌟🎉 *the crowd goes mild*

I know it's been an AGE, but I've been working on this on and off for a while and I just wanted to get it out there, but it just wasn't happening...

But here it is – I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing it, certainly made me feel some type of way 😏

Please like, reblog and follow if you enjoy it!

My asks are also open for feedback and ideas to how this universe can continue.

Nel xo

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“So, I had a patient come in today, who I haven’t seen since her six-week scan, and she said I look good because I’ve put on weight?” Stella said in a questioning tone, pulling her hair back with her fluffy hairband.

“Oh, right,” Harry nodded, turning the corners of his lips down in consideration, then returning to carefully shaving his chin. Stella frowned at him in the mirror and crossed her arms, after popping the cap back onto her micellar water.

“Well, have I?” This was dangerous territory, the way Harry responded now would determine how the rest of their evening would go – and he’d never mastered the right way to answer these types of questions, no matter how many ‘man-to-man’ chats he’d had with his dad and his friends.

“Have you what?” He said, words coming out strangely due to his stretched cheeks as he ran the razor blades carefully across his skin. He heard Stella scoff. Wrong answer.

“Put on weight, you dickhead. Are you even listening?” She resisted the urge to shove his side so as to not cause him to cut himself.

“Oh, right, I can’t say I’ve noticed, bub.” He mumbled nonchalantly as Stella’s chin pulled in with frustration.

“Well, that’s great, a woman who barely sees me notices more about me than my boyfriend who I live with.” Harry rolled his eyes as Stella marched out of their bathroom. He leaned against the double sink unit they shared and hung his head with a sigh, some remnants of white, frothy shaving cream still covering his chin.

This was typical Stella, she knew it as well. Knew that she could fly off the handle at the slightest thing – like she was made of gasoline and just a flicker of a match could cause an explosion. He’d put up with it for a long time, when a few of his friends and family members had told him to leave and find an easier life, he’d considered it for a week at most and then looked at her face again and couldn’t imagine being without her – temper and all.

Harry was a chilled out guy, he liked to think that they balanced each other out. He’d act as fresh water poured over Stella’s flame whenever she got too hot, and Lord did she know how to get him wound up when he needed it.

Yeah, they were a delicate balance, but didn't she ever piss him off as well sometimes.

Once he’d finished up and brushed his teeth, he shut the light off in their ensuite and slumped back into the bedroom with his tail between his legs. Eyeing Stella, she didn’t look up from her book from behind her glasses. She eyed his back when he turned.

Harry pulled the duvet back, sliding in beside her and shutting his lamp off. One arm resting on the pillow above his head, he shuffled to get comfortable and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Was I too skinny before?” Stella asked after a few beats, taking a break from staring at the words on the page — having been on the same sentence for nearly 10 minutes.

“What?” Harry made a distressed face, running his palms across its planes – he was hoping he could just go to sleep and she’d forget about it by morning. “Babe, come on.” He said, rolling to his side to look at her.

“What? I’m being so serious,” she replied, shutting her book and chucking it on her bedside table. “I need to know if I’m living unhealthily.” She flopped her arms down by her sides, looking up to the ceiling.

“You know you’re not though, Stell.” Sure, Stella was on her feet for 15-hour shifts at least twice a week, skipped breakfast and only managed an average of five hours of sleep each night, but she tried to eat well and work out when she did get time. “What’s this really about? Why are you so upset by what this random woman said?”

“Do you really not see it? You never noticed?” Stella felt vulnerable, even after all this time with him, she felt uncomfortable looking him in the eye.

“I don’t want this to come across the wrong way…” Harry came up to lean on his arm, looking down at her and running a hand across her body over the top of the duvet. She chanced a look up at him, skepticism clear on her face. “I haven’t noticed, because I don’t think about it.” Stella opened her mouth to retaliate, almost sitting up but being pushed back down. “Listen,” He warned with a look. “I don’t think about it… because I’m thinking about how I can make you laugh next. I’m thinking about how much I’m looking forward to next sitting down in the evening and having a cuddle whilst watching Love Island or old Four In A Bed episodes, or some new drama you want to watch. I’m thinking about how gentle and loving you are with the cats. I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be able to come home to you, to your hugs and kisses. I’m thinking about how comfortable and cosy you make our home. I’m thinking about how you’re the best friend I’ve ever had… and the only partner I’ll ever want.”

Stella pursed her lips to keep a smile from bursting across her face, Harry moved to remove her glasses from her face, leaning in to kiss her, but she moved her lips away just before they connected. Harry smirked at her with a mock frown in his brow – now she wanted to play.

“You are such a sweet talker…” She said quietly, running her fingers back through his thick hair. “You should write songs.” Harry nodded with a dumb look on his face, like she’d just said she’d discovered that water is wet.

“That’s actually such a shout from you.” Harry nodded, dimple protruding from his smirk. He leaned in to rub his nose against hers, but she continued to dodge his puckering lips.

“You know what,” she said, pushing him back by his shoulder, his eyes growing darker and lulling now, routinely running from her eyes to her lips and back again. “I think it’s because you’re not on tour anymore.” She perched on one elbow to mirror him, creating a level playing field.

“What are you on about?” Harry laughed slightly, trying to pull her into him by her hip even when she pawed at his chest in protest.

“Think I’ve gotten too comfortable, when you’re not here I’m actually conscious of how I look.” She was being honest, he could tell by the lack of smirk next to his own. He shuffled forward, taking her further in his arms — with minimal protest this time.

“I don’t know how to respond to that.” Harry’s voice came out muffled as he buried his face in her neck. She chuckled, rolling her eyes and scratching his scalp through his hair.

“Suppose I should make a bit more effort around you, shouldn’t I, really?” She commented, “You are Harry Styles™ after all.” He brought his head out to look up at her with a deep frown, bordering on disgust.

“Nah, fuck that shit. Sloth about if you want to. Do you, sister.” She smiled softly at him. “Doesn’t make me wanna shag you any less.” She threw her head back in a lazy cackle, and he took that opportunity to press a few kisses to her throat.

“Is that all I am to you… a hole?” She shook her head at him and tried to move, only for him to pull her closer again – damn Brad for those inescapable arms.

“Now, now... you’ve got two other holes which I’m also very fond of.” He smoothed his hands down her sides. “Even if I only got to be in one for about two and a half seconds… and the other one only opens on my birthday.” He pinched at her waist and she gasped, slapping at his arm.

“Got that right.” She said smugly, leaning forward to kiss him firmly on the lips.

“Mmm, now that you mention it,” He bit his lip, nose still grazing Stella’s. “Your arse has been looking a lot rounder... fuller.” He cupped it in his hands, so familiar with the way it felt.

“Stooooop.” She pushed at him, yet again, to no avail.

“Can barely fit it in my hands now.” He was exaggerating, easily grabbing a fistful.

“Harry.” She chastised, trying to roll away. He flipped the duvet off of the two of them, exposing her naked figure.

“Let’s take a closer look, eh?” He instead rolled her to her front, she cackled, accepting her fate and running a hand over her face. “Ah, yes, I believe the mandem would call this, a bunda.” He smoothed his hands up and down over the bare skin, she laughed louder at him pretending to inspect her.

“Stop it, you idiot.” Stella, covered her face in embarrassment as Harry manhandled her arse with his fingers, kneading the flesh like dough.

“No? A batty then.” He questioned, licking a stripe up a cheek and then digging his teeth in for a bite. Stella gasped, feeling a heat pool in her abdomen. She looked down at him then, arching her back to push her bum out to his face. “Oh, so now you like it?”

One thing about Harry; he could make Stella feel like a supermodel. She felt incredibly average in her everyday life, whether it was doing the weekly shop or working the wards. But she always felt undeniably sexy with him — even laid bare before his eyes. When he manhandled her like this, she felt the urge to set up a camera to push record, just so she could watch it back to see herself with him. See him work her up from an outside perspective.

She flipped her hair over to one side, biting down on her lip as he pressed open-mouth kisses all over her arse, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter. She turned her head to watch him again, loving the sight of her gorgeous man worshiping her. His eyes were closed, almost in a dreamlike state, as he pushed each kiss with a small groan and a wet smack.

Ghosting his lips up the crack of her bum, Harry spread her cheeks and spat in the gap, causing Stella to groan. 

“Mm, yes… get it wet, baby.” She sighed out, her voice taking on that velvet tone that had him driving his hips into the duvet. Unable to wait and knowing exactly what she wanted, Harry continued to massage her cheeks up and outwards while he went to town on her hole. He glanced up to watch her burying her face into the pillow, clutching it and groaning from her chest. Unlike when he went down on her up front, Stella could never look directly at him when he ate her arse. She loved it, but he knew she’d never straight up ask for it, so he’d have to take the lead to bring them into the position they were now in, so that she could enjoy herself without embarrassment.

Forcing her hips back into his face, Harry growled and brought his hand down with a smack, followed by a harsh grip, making her arch and throw her head back. Keeping his lips attached to her hole, he cupped under her hip bones and lifted until she was up on her knees, her sacred parts fully displayed out for him. Before he had a chance to get his own fingers on her, she was rubbing slow, deep circles into her clit, moaning from her throat, hair coating her face as she pressed into the pillow.

He smirked when their fingers brushed and moved back slightly to spit at her again, licking and smacking his lips against her puckering hole that was clenching in rhythm with her heavy breathing. Her fingers came to move in tandem over his on her clit, allowing her to guide her own pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck me, I’m gonna come, love your fucking mouth.” Curses tumbled from her lips but before she could reach the apex, she was flipped to her back. Harry grabbed her wrist as she bounced back on the mattress, hair a disarray and chest and face carrying a delicious flush, and placed it back on her pussy. She immediately began her furious ministrations again.

“Come, baby,” He ordered, lying on his stomach, face inches from where her fingers were flying, he spat on her once more to keep her going. “Let me see that pussy clench.” He held her legs open and she winced over the stretch pulling at her inner thighs. At last, silently screaming, Stella’s mouth went agape. Her chin dropping to her chest, eyebrows drawing in almost impossibly close and finally breaking eye contact as they rolled to the back of her head. “Yes, yes, yes.” He chanted, mesmerised.

Seconds of silence were finally met with a deep growl from her throat as her head fell back on her shoulders and she convulsed in ecstasy. Harry pulled her wrist away and attached his lips to her clit, sucking it like a sticky sweet. Every breath that escaped her lungs was paired with a small high-pitched moan, her nails digging into her boyfriend’s head while her hips rutted into his face.

Harry could tell she was coming down, after years of pleasuring her he knew her body almost as well as she did. He moved to press soft kisses across her labia, continuing up to her soft tummy, each full breast and up to her neck. Her ankles locked around his lower back as she draped her arms across his shoulders — feeling consumed and divinely pleasured. 

Harry rutted up into the backs of her thighs, “You’re such a little sex pot, aren’t you,” another rut, a moan from her, “could watch you play with yourself forever.” Another rut, “We should film ourselves.”

“Oh, yeah,” She sighed over a laugh, shaking her head. “Can’t imagine what could go wrong there.”

“No one will ever see, baby.” Harry whispered, darkly, running the tip of his nose up her cheek, pushing a kiss into her temple. “Wanna take you away with me, I’ve been in love too long… I’m too grown to be missing you… touching myself like a teenager over just the thought of you… your body… the way it feels… the way it responds to me… wanna have something to really remind me.”

It’s like he was drunk, all this mumbling, he was drunk on her. On them. It was all Stella could do but to lie back and take it, they didn’t even need to place him inside her, he just rutted until he slipped in, a soft gasp leaving her lips as he slid along her walls. 

She caressed the side of his face with the tips of her fingers, both of their bodies pressed together and rocking back and forth together. It was intense — Stella had never cried during sex before, but the feeling of burning behind her eyes suggested a first time for everything.

Harry’s pubic bone continued grazing her clit, so right that it was almost maddening. Stella couldn’t control her moaning, it was nearly too much. His strong hips sped up consistently until their breathing was mingling together in a tangle of hot air and she was clinging to him for dear life.

“Baby, baby, baby, fuck!” Stella squealed rhythmically as they rocked, “God, Harry.” She cried in disbelief and tried her hardest to keep her eyes on his, she couldn’t bare to miss a moment of the look on his face — just so enamoured, present and fucked out. They needed this so badly. She ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “I love you…” Stella was feeling every emotion, Harry had done what only he could, he’d stripped her walls and made her submit. “I’m beyond in love with you, Harry.” She breathed out with a moan that had Harry tearing up, but also speeding up. “I’m part of you.”

“Fuck…” Harry cursed, holding his mouth over hers and panting over the excursion of his hips, his masculine instinct kicking in. He was fucking her like an animal fucks his mate – like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

When he finally came, it was with a juvenile whine as she held his chin between her thumb and fingers and clenched down hard, and she was reminded of her gentle and sensitive lover. She brought him down to kiss her and his repetitive, high-pitched moans vibrated on her tongue. Rolling off of her, they both laid with their arms splayed out, Stella’s head still resting on Harry’s forearm. She stuck her tongue out at the icky feeling of his come dribbling out of her, but could barely feel her legs to move to the toilet.

“You get sooo emotional when we fuck.” Harry panted, energy spent, droplets of sweat running back into his hairline.

“Shut up, I can’t help it.” Stella weakly hit his rising chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. “Your dick triggers me.”

“Nah, I love it. Never change.” She smiled at that, rolling slightly to throw a sticky leg over his hips.

“Oh, don’t worry, this temper and batty isn’t going anywhere, baby.”

~

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The Moustache

The Moustache

Hello! Today, we’re answering an anonymous request: “Helloooo! You see I woke up from my nap thinking about this… You see how Ben had a mustache in the cabinet of curiosities when he played old william? I don’t really know if it was fake or he had to grow it, but for the shake of this idea lets gonna pretend he had to grow it. I remember years ago reading a Sebastian Stan fic where he also had to grow the mustache for the I, Tonya film and reader be like “I’m not kissing you until you shave that thing off your face” and I thought it would be fun reading something like that Ben? If you’re down for it. Reader being playful and turning her face when he tries to kiss her or something like that🙈 I’m not really fan of guy’s with mustaches but I guess we always can make exceptions….”

I have no idea what the fanfic the anon is referring to, but the idea is absolutely adorable, so let’s goooo!

Thank you for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy your fic!

I hope you all like this cute little fic! Tell me what you think of it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: absolute fluffiness that will leave your teeth rotten

Summary: Ben needs to grow a moustache for his role in Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosity. You’re not a fan, although… perhaps you don’t hate it as much as pretend you do.

Word count: 1611

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You’ve never liked moustaches.

It’s simply not your thing. You don’t find it aesthetically pleasing, it tickles when you kiss…

Still, as Ben is getting ready to work for his next Netflix show and he has to grow a moustache… you don’t mind it that much.

You would be lying if you claimed that you didn’t prefer him with a full beard or a clean-shaven face, still… it must be Ben’s magic playing with your head cause you still find him dashing this morning, as you see him shaving his cheeks, shaping his moustache with care.

It’s rather late in the morning, but it’s Sunday and you both enjoy these days slow-paced and lazy, filled with blankets, cuddles and cups of tea.

You have lingered in bed for a long while with Ben this morning, taking your time to wake up under his kisses, holding onto him tight as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. The sun was fully risen when you summoned enough strength to get up and prepare a breakfast for two, Ben making his famous pancakes and you cutting fruits and preparing your favourite beverages and stealing touches as you walked by him.

Now, you’re coming out of the shower that you shared with Ben. The habit domestic and loving, of hands running through hair, and palms massaging tired shoulders, and fingers rubbing soft caresses as well as soap on the other’s skin.

Ben’s hair is still a wet mess, dark strands falling before his eyes. He’s wearing nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, and you can’t help but stare at him as he gets ready.

You put on your underwear while stealing glances, but Ben is too focused to notice the way you gawk at him, admiring the few droplets lingering over the small of his back and along his spine.

He frowns after a while though, staring at his own reflection scrunching his nose in focus.

He turns to you, a slight tilt of the head as he asks you a question.

“Did I make my moustache even? I can’t tell anymore, I’ve been staring at it for too long…”

You chuckle at that, but examine his work all the same, taking the scissors he offers to make the shape perfect.

“Will no one make sure you’ve done a good job on set anyway?”

“At make-up? Of course. But I still have to live for a whole week without any professional help and still try my best to not look ridiculous.”

“But you have my help!” you chime.

“Yeah… that’s what I’m saying.”

You swat his upper arm playfully as you protest, making him laugh.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

“You shouldn’t play that game with me when I’m holding the scissors. The fate of your facial hair is in my hands, after all.”

He fakes fear, in a not-so-convincing way, especially for a talented actor…

“Please, have mercy, don’t take it out on the moustache!”

“Stop talking, you’re moving your lips.”

“Sorry.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes while you shape his moustache the best you can, and you have a proud smile as you put down the scissors.

“Done! Look! What do you think?”

He smiles as he looks at his reflection once more.

“Quite good! Well done!” Ben leans to give you a kiss, but he frowns hard when you scrunch your nose as you pull away.

“This thing tickles. When are you getting rid of it?”

He laughs at that.

“In a couple of months, I would say.”

“Two months?! Wow… that’s a lot…”

“You hate it that much?”

His tone is playful still, and yet you don’t fail to recognize the hesitation in his gaze.

You roll your eyes.

“You’re always gorgeous, baby,” you reassure him, and it earns you a bright grin.

“But?” he adds, raising a brow.

“But… I’m not a fan of the moustache.”

“Really?” he asks, touching the hair above his lip. “I thought it gave me some… mature charm.”

“You don’t need a moustache to look mature.”

“Are you implying that I’m old?”

“Of course!”

“Hey!”

You can’t refrain your laughter this time, shaking your head at the outrage in his eyes.

“No, you’re not old! Besides, you’re aging gracefully.”

“Getting better, like a fine wine?” he teases, and you nod.

“Absolutely.”

“So, if I wanted to keep my moustache after the movie was done…?”

“Well, you’re free to do whatever you want with your facial hair,” you answer cautiously.

“But you won’t like it.”

You know he’s teasing, not being truly serious.

“I might refuse to kiss you as often as I do now.”

He looks at you with shock, a hand on his heart.

“That would be awfully cruel of you, love!”

“But it tickles! And it’s…”

You merely shake your head.

“Actually, I’m not sure I want to kiss you anymore, now that you have that thing on your face,” you tease him, and Ben knows what you’re doing. He still plays along, gasping.

“No kisses! That would be too cruel. Besides, we both know you wouldn’t hold for more than five minutes! You love my kisses too much for that.”

As if to prove a point, he drops a couple of pecks on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. When you feel him tugging at the clasp of your bra, you pull away though.

“Is that a challenge? Cause I can totally resist the urge of kissing you for a whole day. Especially when you’re sporting that thing.”

“Thing? It’s not alive, you know?”

“Are you sure?”

You both laugh at that while you put on a shirt and some jeans, and Ben gets dressed as well.

“I bet you can last an hour, and then you’ll give up and come cuddle and steal kisses,” he challenges you, and you raise an eyebrow, meeting his confident gaze.

“You think you’re this charming, huh?”

“I am. To you, at least.”

“Cocky!”

He rolls his eyes, but when he answers, the words are more genuine, less playful.

“I simply assume that you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

You grin at that, and you lean to kiss him, before you remember his challenge. You shake yourself out of your urge, and narrow your eyes at him.

“Hmmm… Almost fell for this one,” you admit, making him laugh.

“You would have held on for a grand thirty seconds, then. That would have been a record, you’re all over me all the time when we’re alone.”

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is. And I’m all over you as well, and I like it that way.”

It’s his time to lean closer, but you turn your head away, his lips landing on your cheek instead of your lips, making you giggle as he gives you a big smooch anyway.

“No! No kisses!”

You both laugh at that as you walk out of the bathroom.

It turns out it’s easy to last for an hour without kissing him, because Ben spends some time working and you spend some time reading. Even if you’ve both settled in the living room, you’re both busy with your own tasks, and merely hold hands from time to time.

The real struggle comes after this quiet time, when Ben starts seriously losing focus and sets himself on a cuddling mission, lying down and resting his head on your laps so you can run your fingers through his dark hair. He heaves a content sigh at the feeling.

But the moment lasts just a few minutes as Ben grows restless and is soon playing with your hand, then lifting the hem of your shirt to kiss your stomach.

“Stop! It tickles!” you complain in a laughter you can’t hold back, pushing him off of you and almost making him fall off the couch.

He rolls his eyes.

“I usually have a beard and you’re perfectly fine with that!”

“But it doesn’t feel the same.”

He gives you a look and scoffs.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And you’re irritating.”

He scrunches his nose, moving his moustache in the process, and you can’t help but laugh at him for it. It earns you another dramatic eye-roll.

“Come on, I want kisses,” he complains, leaning closer, but you turn away, laughing.

“No! No kisses while you have that moustache!”

“I’ll have it for two months, you can’t hold that promise, love.”

“I can! I will!”

But Ben grows annoyed now, because, after all, he does want his kisses. His tone is less humorous when he speaks again.

“Love, please. Darling, I want to kiss you. I’m not joking now.”

You pout.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You nod, and he smiles again as he leans closer…

…for his lips to meet the cover of your book.

You explode in laughter, and if he didn’t love this sound so much, he would be mad at you right now.

“You’re so cruel…”

But you take his face in your hands in a tender hold, and he can’t keep scowling.

“Sorry, baby. That’s enough teasing. And I need more than you having a stupid moustache to not want to kiss you anymore.”

“Good to know.”

And you yield. You kiss him, forgetting about this challenge of his, and it’s worth it. Despite the moustache, you adore his kisses more than anything in this world.

He chuckles against your lips as you melt into his arms.

“So much for holding on for a whole day…”

“You were getting too needy and moody.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“Let me kiss you again…”

You smile, nodding, bumping your nose into his in the process.

“Please, do.”

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[mydearesthrry]

blurb #1 — and then some universe

this little beauty came to mind at 6:30 in the morning so i hope u enjoy this tiny thing <3 …let me know if you want a full version ??

Y/n Y/l/n Answers the Web’s Most Searched Questions

“Right, last one. When do…” Y/n’s hair lays beautifully atop her head, hands pristine with her nails flawlessly scratching upon the board with a new gel set— courtesy of Gemma Styles, of course. “Y/n Y/l/n and Harry Styles get time alone?”

She snorts, quickly covering the bottom half of her face with her hand in short embarrassment. Her cheeks immediately pull into a sweet smile, an answer already bubbling in her mind.

“We don’t. It depends on what kind of… alone time you mean. ‘Cause…” She pauses, kissing her teeth, trying to find a way to answer this in a somewhat professional manner. “Alone alone time, we try to squeeze some in, whenever we can.” Y/n sends a knowing glance to the camera as well as a flirty wink, eyes flickering to the back area of it, knowing her boyfriend was in close proximity enough to hear what she said.

“However, alone time, we get whenever we check into a hotel. But as of right now, our alone alone time has been happening quite frequently due to days long pauses in between shows.” She giggles, in slight disbelief that she’s airing out some details of her and Harry’s sex life to the general public. She knew she was probably gonna get in trouble for this answer.

By her pr manager and Harry.

But did she care?

No, not really.

“Okay! Last and final board!” She’s handed a new board, nails tapping against it as she repositions herself on the chair. She rips off the tiny strip of paper before reading it. “Y/n Y/l/n,” She glances at the rest of the sentence before looking at the camera again in shock. “Hickies.”

Harry lets out a loud laugh at this, quickly being shushed by Jeff.

“Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was papped with a tanktop on, neck on full display. But in my defense, I was walking to my car so I deemed it safe enough to walk out vulnerable! I didn’t think anyone was gonna see his fuckin’ vampire bites!” She snickers, the entirety of the crew letting out hearty chuckles.

“Oi, y’hear these, Styles? Everyone’s obsessed with our sex life!” She smiles prettily, before soon after finishing the board and throwing it toward Harry who’s since moved closer and now stood a few feet to the right of the camera.

“Right, well I hope you nosy fuckers enjoyed this, be sure to watch my new film, Sweetener, in theatres everywhere right now! You can also catch me on the US leg of my friend Harry’s tour, Love On Tour! And if you liked this, like and subscribe to WIRED so I can come back and answer some more of your extremely inclusive questions! Bye!” She blows a kiss before the video turns black, leaving her boyfriend, and the rest of the internet, in a collective emotion of shock.

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this was actually too fun to write even if shes a tiny one. i loved this sm maybe ill do a full one if yall like it enough :)

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[sunboki]

✶ fourteen. — jake and the elephant in the room

— 0.5k words

“Is this something Music Bank arranged for us?” You’re laughing now, scrambling to catch up to Jake’s fast steps headed somewhere you couldn’t guess.

He turns to face you, rolling his eyes like he always did when you were younger(and got in trouble for) despite smiling incessantly.

“Yep, totally. We’re filming on top of a skyscraper today.” You scoff, muttering “Asshole” under your breath only to watch him lift his eyebrows dramatically.

It’s like he hadn’t changed at all.

Finally you reach a quiet corner store, fishing money from your wallet before being hushed by Jake who willingly pays for both yours and his snacks.

“What a gentleman~” You muse, greedily snatching the gimbap out of his hands as he settles down in the chair across from you — clearing his throat quite profusely at that. Calm moments never seem to stay.

Oh no.

“So.. I love the fact that you’re.. um.. feeling better. But I feel like even if we’re y’know, normal now it wouldn’t be complete if we still have the elephant in the room.”

Yikes.

Alright, play dumb and if worse comes to worse you can just explain yourself. Right?

Wrong. Worse came way too early.

“And the elephant in the room is..?”

“Ghosting me for two years? Or did you just happen to forget?” You can see the veins beginning to strain on his neck, anger creeping so close you feel the need to scoot back in your chair.

“I didn’t forget Jake I didn’t have time to answer I was training-“Oh so this was about training? Are you serious? You could’ve replied during I don’t know, breaks?! Was I really that insignificant to you?”

“Would you just LISTEN TO ME? You’re not insignificant to me I’m telling you I didn’t have time Jake please It’s not..”

He’s giving you a nonsensically upset look and you want to cry, want to run away to anywhere that isn’t here.

“It’s not what? What is it not, Yn. Thinking about it, what even am I to you? Am I just here for you to drag me along and rip me apart after all this time?“

That’s it. This is going nowhere and you’re millimeters from wailing. If he won’t listen that’s his problem. ‘Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck though.

“Sim Jake if that’s how you want to play this I give up on explaining myself and you can just take your sweet time figuring things out by yourself.”

You grab your phone and half-eaten gimbap, wincing at the squeal of your chair as you begin storming away back to the dorms in hopes you don’t have a meltdown in the middle of the road. Except his voice breaking the loud silence stops you.

“Leaving me here to figure things out by myself, just like what you did back then huh.”

You can’t look back, can’t let him see the ugly tears steaming down your cheeks. You need Yeongmi, need the girls. God you need a fresh start.

However the battle is far from over.

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pinky promise — 심재휸

SYNOPSIS — the last summer you spent with Jake Sim was the beginning of a disaster. And it all began with a pinky promise between you two. You left Australia a few days before high school to become a trainee under BigHit Entertainment, sending you far away from home, from Jake. Well, you didn’t know it back then, but Jake had also come to Korea as a trainee a year later, and fate worked its magic when you’re both selected as KBS MC’s together. The pinky promise in question? A promise to be together till the end.

␥ NOTE — Jakey is a bit of a jerk here m sorry :(( i promise we’ll have a resolve .. eventually

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[sheawritesstuff]

Too Much

[Huxley x Unnamed Partner]

[Angst - Hurt / No Comfort - 1143 words]

[Contains descriptions of a generally not-great relationship and feelings of inadequacy caused by said relationship - There's a little bit of a sweet twist ending, but only kinda so don't get your hopes up too high]

“I have never thought you were too much. Why would you think that, Hux?” The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. Huxley took a deep breath and prepared to explain the backstory of his deepest-rooted insecurity. 

~

“Why are you giving me this?” They turned the small gift in their hands, looking it over with a harsh stare. Huxley shifted uncomfortably as he searched for the words to explain that he just wanted to. 

“I dunno… I saw it and thought you’d like it, so I got it for you.” He smiled nervously, tugging at the hem of his shirt. They looked back and forth from the trinket to his awkward stance. 

“Well, I don’t. This,” they held it up to his face. “This is trash, Huxley. I don’t like trash.” They threw the frog on the ground, shattering it into tiny green shards. Huxley stared down at the debris, his jaw dropping open slightly. He looked back up to see his partner glaring at him. “Now clean up your mess,” they hissed. 

He almost cried right then and there, but he held it in. He didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire that was their temper. So he swept up the broken glass and threw it away without another word. They sat on his couch and watched him through the entire process, never once offering to help. Oh, and they made him apologize for wasting their time and his money.

He tried making up for it, tried telling them he loved them. The only response he earned was a mumbled, “Mhmm, you too.” But that was close enough, right?

~

And there was the time he took them to see his favorite movie. They were on their phone almost the whole time, but he tried his hardest not to notice. They watched maybe fifteen total minutes of the whole film. But as they were leaving, he casually asked what they thought of it. 

“It was fine, I guess. Don’t know why you like it so much.” They stared off into space as they talked to him, clearly ignoring his attempts at appeasement. Huxley smiled, stepping closer as they walked out of the theater so they could hear him better. He rambled about what he liked about it, the different plot points he found interesting, the character design, the development, the-

“You talk a lot,” they said, cutting him off. “I think you should work on that.” They turned to look at him for the first time since he’d picked them up that afternoon. He froze, letting them walk ahead of him. He stared for a long moment, feeling a dull ache in his chest as he watched the person who was supposed to love him show him nothing but complete disregard. 

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The only time they ever actually seemed interested in him was in the bedroom. Their hands roamed over his skin - grabbing, touching, exploring. 

“God, I love your body,” they’d whisper. “I love how strong you are. The way your muscles flex is so fuckin’ hot.” This was the only time they ever said things like that. They never loved him, or his personality, or his humor. They loved his body. 

It felt good, though. The attention, their body against his, the kisses left along his sensitive skin. So he put up with it, hoping maybe they would change. Maybe they would be nicer if he did what they wanted. Just maybe…

After they were done, Huxley would try to be close to them, cuddle close to their warmth as they came down from the peak of pleasure. They shoved him off, scoffing as they scrambled to gather their discarded clothes. 

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy. I don’t do that shit.” 

He all but begged for just a few minutes of closeness, of actual intimacy. All he got was a hissed “I’ve gotta go” before they were popping their shoes on and practically running out the door. 

So he was left alone in a puddle of his own shame. The ebbing warmth of passion mixed with the heat of embarrassment made him uncomfortably warm in his newfound solitude. So he cleaned himself up in silence, just like every other time. 

~

A few days after one of these dalliances, they called and demanded to come over, saying they needed to talk about something. He let them in with a smile and was promptly denied a hug.

“I’m breaking up with you, Huxley,” they said coldly. “I’m done with you.” 

He stood there in his doorway, taken aback by the bluntness of it all. Whatever questions he hoped to ask died in his throat. He stared at the floor for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around all of it. 

“Did…” his voice was quiet, just barely audible. “Did I do something wrong?” They stared at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and disgust. They clicked their tongue and looked him up and down. 

“Yes, Huxley. You did a lot of things wrong.” Their tone was sharp, barely concealing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. They glared at him, obviously waiting for him to start groveling, begging for forgiveness, something. But he didn’t. 

“Oh, ok. Can you tell me what I did? So I can be better?” The earnest request was enough to set them off. They started pacing in circles, yelling in his general direction but never actually looking at him. 

“God, I can’t do this anymore! You’re just so-” they waved their arms around wildly, searching for the words. “You’re too much, Huxley! You’re just too much for me to deal with, and I can’t do it anymore!” They screamed, still motioning with their hands. They paused a moment when they realized what they said. They took a deep breath and glared at him. “There, I said it. Are you happy now? You’ve got your explanation, so just leave me the fuck alone, alright?” 

They stormed off, slamming his door behind them and leaving him alone for the last time. 

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So that was his story. The long-awaited explanation of why his walls were built so high. He stared down at his own hands, too nervous to meet Damien’s eyes. 

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why, I guess,” Huxley mumbled. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, turning his attention back up to his lover’s face. A soft smile that actually reached his eyes was plastered across his face. 

“I have never thought you were too much, Hux,” Damien’s words were quiet and genuine. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, make you feel like that, tell me. Ok?” Huxley nodded, leaning into his touch and letting his eyes drift closed. His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him into a hug.��This felt good, felt safe.

“I love you, Huxley.” 

“I love you too, Dames.” 

#I'm only a little sorry #n definitely not projecting onto fictional characters... #I love Huxley and he didn't deserve this #but I did it anyway #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted huxley #redacted angst #redacted fanfic #redacted damien #shea writes