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talaok · 4 months

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Movie night

Summary: Peter's coming over for your weekly movie night, and you’ve decided you wanna confess your feelings for him, but as it turns out, he has similar plans

Warnings: Smut| unprotected p in v sex, praising, soft!Dom Peter

a/n: thanks to this request I might go back into my Peter Parker era honestly. Also, @wtvbabes (this is not the person that made the request)

It was time for the weekly movie night with Peter,

You had been doing it for so long that you didn't even remember how or when it started, it was now simply a part of your routine.

Every Friday night, at 6 o'clock you went to whatever house was free, ordered pizza, and watched a movie each of you had chosen.

It was routine, so you shouldn't have been nervous... except that this time, this time wasn't gonna be like the other times, this time you had made a promise to yourself that you were finally gonna come clean, that you were finally gonna confess your feelings.

You had been keeping it a secret for way too long, and you were tired... god, were you tired, it was exhausting pretending like you didn't want more, like you didn't wanna kiss him and hold his hand every time you were together, and perhaps it was the holiday spirit surrounding you, or perhaps it was the fact that Gemma, your other best friend, had given you a 30-minute talk about how you should just "stop being a little bitch and tell him already" after you had started your usual ramble about how perfect and great Peter was,

But you had made peace with yourself, if this was gonna ruin your entire friendship, if you were gonna lose him forever, then so be it, because at the end of the day, if you couldn't have him like you really wanted to, then there was no point in having him at all.

And just then, when you were repeating your script to the mirror for the thousandth time, the words coming out of your mouth not even making sense anymore, he knocked at the door.

For some reason, a gasp fled your throat, but after the familiar "hey, it's me" from the other side of the door all you could do was take a deep breath and fix your dress.

It's all gonna be ok, it's all gonna be ok

"hi" you smiled, opening the door

Your anxiety must have been all over your face because the way he frowned at you told you everything you needed to know.

"hi" he said, coming into the house as he inspected your face "is something wrong?" he asked "Please don't tell me your sister changed the password to her Netflix again"

You forced a smile to your lips "no, no everything is fine- let's just... sit down"

"ok..." he frowned, following you as you sat on the couch "did something happen, or-"

"no" you shut him down "I-I just wanted" You shook your head as you regretted your choice of words "no actually, I need to- uhm- to tell you something"

You watched his eyes widen slightly, but out of all the things he could have said, he chose the only one that made you even fucking more anxious.

"Really?" he smiled "That's funny 'cause I do too"

You swore you felt your heart stop beating.

What could he ever need to tell you?

"w-what?"

Your voice didn't even sound like your own, it was just fear and stress finding a way to come out of your body.

"yeah" he nodded, watching you closely "so... you wanna go first or..."

"no, no, you go first" you spit out, making him chuckle

He still didn't get why you were acting so weird, but to be perfectly transparent, he was kind of freaking out internally himself, so he didn't really have the brain capacity to investigate further.

"Alright" he laughed "I'll go first"

His eyes focused behind you for a moment as he prepared for whatever was coming, and just then, did you notice that perhaps you weren't the only nervous one.

What is it?

Did something happen

Oh god, did he find a girlfriend?

Your heart was beating out of your chest and then just like that, he came out and said: "Y/n I like you" with a hopeful smile on his face, while yours completely stilled.

Actually not just your face, you as a whole went completely still, frozen at the words that had just come out of his mouth

Did I just imagine that?

Am I dreaming or something?

What the actual fuck is going on?

That was supposed to be my lin-

"y/n are you there?"

He was talking to you, you realized.

"w-w-what?" your eyes were wide open in shock

"I know" he smiled, scratching the back of his neck, "I know it's out of the blue, and I really really hope this won't ruin anything, but... I've been feeling like this for a long time about you, and I just- I needed to tell you"

And then you could do nothing, absolutely nothing but throw your arms around him, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.

"y/n?" he murmured, hugging you back, but before he could say anything else you leaned away, still holding onto him as if he were a life jacket, and smiled like an idiot.

"I like you too Peter-" you grinned "I really really like you"

The smile on his face now matched yours, as his eyes sparked with joy

"you do?"

"of course I do!" you almost yelled from the excitement "that's-that's what I wanted to tell you! I can't believe this"

You looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous and unbelievably happy altogether,

you were so close, but an inch between your faces, that what happened next was inevitable.

His lips were on yours,

his lips were on yours and they felt every bit as good as you had spent hours and hours imagining.

And then for a moment, you both leaned away, looking at each other as soft silly laughs fled your throats.

"i can't believe this is real" he breathed, melting your heart right into a puddle

"I can't either"

And then his lips were back on yours, but this time... this time he was hungrier.

His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hands were one holding your face, while the other started roaming your body, pulling soft whimpers from you as your arms remained locked behind his neck, your left hand gently playing with his hair,

And then in no time, without a clue of how or when, you were lying on the couch, and he was on top of you, his legs parting your thighs.

And you didn't need to know when it had happened, because all you knew was that you liked it, god you really fucking liked it.

His whole broad and strong body was engulfing yours, his scent was all around you, his hands were everywhere, and his mouth... his mouth was simply heavenly.

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn't control your body as you started grinding down onto his leg to try and relieve some of the need pooling between your legs.

"please" you pleaded, whimpering softly into the kiss.

"I like it when you beg, sweetheart"

And if you wanted him before, you now needed him

His lips moved to your neck, starting a slow trail from just below your ear, down until he found your shirt as an obstacle.

You didn't need to be told twice and helped him take it off of you in a second.

Your bra wasn't far behind.

"god, you're so beautiful" he praised, making you blush

he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand played with the other one, making you lose your goddamn mind as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.

"oh my god" you moaned, one of your hands going to his hair as he switched up the breast he was taking care of.

Your panties were completely drenched

He continued his work as his hands traveled underneath your skirt, caressing your thighs in a way that was turning you into a putty mess in his hands.

His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and with the help of you raising your hips, only the sheer fabric of your panties divided him from where you begged for his attention

"Peter" you called, stopping him as he had seated himself in between your legs

"yes, sweetheart?"

"I-I've only ever done this once"

His features softened and one of his hands traveled to your face to cup your cheek as he left a soft kiss on your lips

"don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised "I'll take care of everything, you just relax, ok?"

"ok" You nodded softly "I trust you"

He smiled at that, kissing you again "Thank you"

And no more than a few seconds after that, you were completely bare before him.

"you're perfect sweetheart" he murmured "fucking perfect"

He left a kiss on your pussy, making you moan, before his lips were on you again, and you were more desperate than you had ever been.

Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, frantically trying to get it off of him.

"Peter please take this off"

He didn't need to be told twice.

His shirt was on the floor with the rest of your clothes in no time, and then came his pants.

He went back to kissing you, the kiss now a heated mess between your moans and his hunger.

"baby please" you whined, your hand going to his boxers

"what do you want sweetheart?"

"you, please, all of you"

Your voice was so thin and so breathy it was almost incomprehensible

"what about me?" he asked, his mouth next to your ear "You want my cock sweetheart, is that what you want?"

"yes" you moaned, as his hand played with your clit "I'm begging you, please, I need you inside of me"

He freed his cock from the confines of his briefs, as he kept kissing your neck

"you're gonna be good?" he asked, his tip now collecting all your juices and making you squirm uncontrollably "you're gonna be good and take all of it?"

"yes" you breathed "yesplease, yes-"

And without so much as a warning, he had started to push into you

"told you I like hearing you beg"

You moaned so loud you surprised even yourself, and then he retracted his hips and pushed another inch of himself in you, and you were just about ready to die.

"O-oh my god, P-peter" you moaned

He made the same motion again, and you couldn't help but look down at where your bodies were meeting, and that's when you noticed,

"fuck you're so big" you breathed, watching as he thrust only half of his dick inside of you

"it's ok" he purred, kissing your neck sloppily "Just be a good girl and take it" he ordered, pushing in again "Take it all inside this tight little pussy"

A high-peached moan fled your mouth again, as your pussy stretched around him,

"just like that," he said, his hot breath fanning over your skin "That's a good girl"

He was now fully inside you, by some miracle, he had made himself fit, and he felt absolutely perfect.

"fuck you feel so good" he groaned, picking up his pace "so tight" he grunted, feeling your walls squeeze him better than anything ever before "like you were made for me" his thrusts somehow felt deeper now, resulting in even more moans and cries coming out of your mouth

"O-oh god" you whimpered, feeling him hit and hit and hit again that perfect spot inside of you.

"You're taking me so well sweetheart"

The couch was now shaking with each of his movements, while your brain had stopped working and all you could do was cry out as he brought heaven to you.

"look at you" he murmured, kissing your mouth "So beautiful" he praised "so fucking pretty" he groaned, as your walls tightened around him "squeezing me so good"

His thrusts were so fucking deep you could feel them in your belly, and your orgasm was inevitably approaching

"such a good girl"

A louder moan left your throat at that, and he definitely noticed

"you like it when I call you that?" he asked, smirking devilishly "You like hearing that you're my good girl?"

Again, another cry, followed by a frantic nod now.

Your ability to talk had been lost a while ago.

"It's just what you are" he purred in your ear now "You're my good girl y/n, only mine"

And that, that sent you definitively over the edge.

A series of cries and moans resembling his name came out of your mouth as the best orgasm of your life took over your body completely.

He waited for you to come down from your high before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed all over your belly not a second later.

"fuck" he muttered, his head falling to the crook of your neck

You stayed there for a moment, waiting for your heartbeats and breathing to calm down,

And only then, only after you spent five minutes in the most comfortable silence, did he lean away to look at you.

"I love you, Peter"

You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, it was just the truth

And not a beat had passed, that he had already answered

"I love you, y/n"

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hockeylovee12 · 15 days

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Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter Two

Luke Hughes x Original Character

Warnings: Cussing

A/N This chapter was updated on 04/11 to replace the photo and then improve the text. The story line remains there's just a few minor adds.

November 11th, 2023

The mid-morning sun filters through the curtains in Luke’s room, casting a gentle glow across his face, as he slowly stirs awake.

His eyes flutter open and he immediately feels the dull throb of a slight headache.

With a groan, Luke rolls over and buries his face into the soft pillow. He silently thanks the hockey gods that his coach-even if it was done reluctantly-gave the team the day off, allowing him to nurse his minor hangover in peace.

Fumbling around on the nightstand, his long fingers finally find his phone. He squints at the screen, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness as he swipes through his notifications.

A text from his brother Quinn catches his eye: Tough game last night bud.

Luke sighs, remembering the bitter taste of defeat, his team suffered last night at the hands of their fucking rivals the Rangers.

He makes a mental note to call Quinn later, and check in on how his game went, knowing the Vancouver Canucks played the reigning cup champs last night, but having no clue how it went.

The next message is from his mom: Hi sweetie, Dad and I are so excited to see you and Jacky this weekend! How’s everything going?

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, as he types out a response to his mom indicating his excitement to see her too, before hitting send and returning to check the rest of his notifications.

As he scrolls a text from an unknown number appears on his screen: Hey it’s Jordan. I had a great time tonight, let’s do it again :)

Luke’s heart skips a beat as he reads through the message, and a flutter of excitement courses through his veins. Memories of the previous night flood his mind-the laughter, the easy conversation and the undeniable spark he felt between him and Jordan. His smile widens as he types out the response: I’d like that.

Just as he hits the send button, the door to his room swings open and Jack strolls in, uninvited of course-a habit Luke has had to become reacquainted with since joining the Devils, and moving in with Jack.

“What’s got you smiling so early in the morning?” Jack asks, his voice equal parts teasing and curious.

Luke quickly locks his phone, trying to play it cool “Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles

But Jack, ever the perceptive older brother, narrows his eyes and in one swift motion snatches the phone from Luke’s grasp, ignoring his younger brother’s protests, as he types in his password.

“Lets see what we have here” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye as he reads the text from Jordan “Ah is this the girl from last night?”

Luke swiftly stands up and lunges towards Jack trying to grab his phone, but Jack holds him at arm's length.

“Fine, yes, now give me back my phone” Luke grumbles, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

“Not so fast,” Jack grins, his eyes still glued to the screen “You like her, don’t you?”

Luke hesitates, his mind racing. He likes Jordan, he likes Jordan a lot. There’s something about her-about her laugh, about her smile, about her energy, the way she carries herself. As he ponders for a response, his phone beeps, signaling a new message.

“She’s asking when you’re free” Jack informs him, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Today?” Jack says, his fingers flying across the keyboard, to type out the very question he said aloud.

“Wait. Jack don’t-” Luke tries to warn, but it’s too late. Jack hits send, a triumphant grin on his face.

Luke finally manages to snatch his phone back, his heart pounding as he stares at the screen.

Three little dots appear, then disappear, and for a moment Luke forgets how to breathe.

Then, a white bubble pops up, with a single word that sends his pulse racing: Sure.

Jack leans over Luke’s shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips “You’re welcome” he says his tone equal parts smug and supportive.

Luke playfully shoves Jack away, a genuine smile spreading across his face “Get out” he laughs, guiding his brother towards the door.

As the door clicks shut behind Jack, Luke leans against it, his eyes fixated on his phone, as his smile widens.

He quickly types out a message, asking where they should meet, and Jordan’s response comes almost immediately suggesting a cafe in New York City.

Luke responds: Sounds good. How’s 1pm?

Jordan replies: Works for me! I’ll send you the address. See you soon.

With a grin Luke types out Looking forward to it, and sets his phone down, a flutter of anticipation rises in his chest as he thinks about seeing her again.

He takes a deep breath, then pushes off the door, making his way to the bathroom, to start getting ready.

*****

Luke’s breath forms a cloud in the crisp New York air as he pushes open the door to the quaint cafe nestled on the corner of a bustling street.

His heart races with anticipation as he scans the room for Jordan.

He spots her at a table, her face lighting up with a smile, as she waves him over.

“Hey” Luke greets her sliding into the seat across from her

“Hi,” Jordan replies, her eyes sparkling.

They order their drinks- an ice tea for Luke and a matcha latte for Jordan, before easily falling into a conversation.

“Oh before I forget,” Jordan says, reaching into her bag. She pulls out a well-worn paperback and hands it to Luke. “You asked me to recommend something for you and uh this is one of my all time favorites” She explains

Luke smiles, turning the book over in his hand, and looks at the title The Great Gatsby

“Thank you Jordan, that was really kind” Luke expresses

“Well, you did promise me you’d actually read it” Jordan teases her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Luke chuckles setting the book down on the table, “I’ll dive into it as soon as I can”

They continue chatting, swapping stories and laughing at each other's jokes. They delve into various topics from their favorite movies, to their most embarrassing childhood memories.

"...and then I tripped, face-first into the cake," Jordan recounts, laughing at the memory. "My mom was horrified, but my brother couldn't stop laughing."

Luke chuckles, imagining a young Jordan covered in frosting. "Siblings, they never let you live anything down, do they?"

“Definitely not, do you have siblings?”

“Ya I uh, I got two older brothers” Luke tells

“Baby of the family?” Jordan teases.

“Something like that” He jokes

“Don’t worry I’m the baby of mine too” She says, eliciting a laugh from Luke.

They continue their conversation, shifting the topic to their favorite places.

At one point their hands brush against one anothers on the table sending a jolt of electricity through both their bodies. Luke looks up, his eyes meeting Jordan’s, and for a moment the rest of the world fades away.

They lean in, drawn to each other like magnets. Luke’s heart races as he inches closer, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s lips.

And just as they're on the brink of sharing what would most likely be a magical kiss, the loud buzzing sound of a notification on Luke’s phone startles them both.

Instinctively, he turns the phone face up, his brightness fully illuminated, and as he clears the random alert, his lock screen comes into view-a picture of him in his New Jersey Devils uniform, standing proudly on the ice.

Jordan’s eyes widen as she catches a glimpse of the image, and her heart skips a beat.

Luke notices her reaction and realizes his mistake.

"Alright, um, I guess you kinda caught me," he admits sheepishly. "I'm not a student. I, uh, I play in the NHL."

Jordan is silent for a moment, processing this newfound information. Luke laughs nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, most girls think it's pretty cool. Did you have a terrible experience with a hockey player or something? Promise not all of us are the same."

Jordan hesitates before speaking. "You play for the Devils?"

"Yeah," Luke confirms, studying her reaction.

"Don't tell me you hate hockey?" He somewhat jokes, hoping to god and beyond her answer isn't yes cus that's the biggest deal breaker in the world.

Jordan hesitates, her expression unreadable. "No I um, I don't hate. My, uh, my brother plays," she reveals, her voice soft.

Luke's brows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, cool. In the NHL?"

"Yeah," Jordan sighs.

"Who's your brother?" Luke asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Jacob Trouba."

Luke's jaw drops, his eyes widening in shock. "Your brother is Jacob Trouba?!" he exclaims, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.

"Guilty," Jordan half-jokes, trying to diffuse the tension.

Luke runs his hands through his hair, muttering under his breath, "What the fuck."

Jordan bristles at his reaction. "Hey, it doesn't really change anything."

"Are you kidding me?" Luke scoffs, his frustration mounting.

"What?" Jordan challenges, her own irritation rising to the surface.

"Your brother is the captain of the Rangers, and I'm a Devil," Luke points out, as if it should be obvious.

Jordan laughs, but there's an edge to it. "So?"

"So? What do you mean, 'so'?" Luke asks incredulously.

"What does it change?" Jordan counters, her eyes narrowing.

"Wh-what? Everything!" Luke sputters. "Why didn't you mention this?"

Jordan's face hardens. "Are you kidding me? I didn't mention my last name because I had no fucking clue you gave a shit about hockey. In case you forgot, you told me you were a college student. Failed to mention you're actually in the fucking NHL."

Luke tries to defend himself. "Yeah, but that's different. I didn't tell you cus I figured you be some kinda fan girl, which by the way would be a hell of a lot better than you being the sister to the captain of my biggest rival"

Jordan lets out a harsh laugh, "Rival? Oh My God! Are you serious? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?"

"It's not ridiculous" Luke claims

Jordan scoffs "You're right it's not ridiculous, it's just fucking comical" She stands abruptly, grabbing her purse "Grow the fuck up, Luke"

With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the cafe, leaving Luke sitting there, stunned.

The copy of The Great Gatsby still lies on the table, a painful reminder of the moment that had slipped away.

With a heavy sigh, Luke stands, tossing a few bills on the table to cover their drinks and picks up the book, scoffing at the irony of it all, as he walks towards the exit of the cafe, and steps back out onto the bustling streets of New York, a scowl plastered across his face, at the unfortunate turn of events.

*****

Luke returns to his and Jack’s apartment, his mood sour and his thoughts consumed by the disastrous end to his date with Jordan.

As he enters the living room, he finds Jack sitting on the couch, his phone propped up in front of him. The familiar voice of Quinn filters through the speaker, indicating that they're in the middle of a FaceTime call.

Jack looks up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, Lukey! How'd the date go?"

"Shut up," Luke grumbles, plopping down on the couch beside Jack.

Quinn's voice chimes in, concern evident in his tone. "What's wrong, Luke?"

Luke sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just didn't go well," he says vaguely, not wanting to delve into the details.

Jack and Quinn exchange a glance through the screen, their brotherly instincts kicking in. "Come on, man," Jack prods gently. "Talk to us."

Luke shakes his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It's not gonna work out, that's all."

"Why not?" Quinn asks, his brow furrowed.

"Just... not going to," Luke responds, his tone indicating that he doesn't want to discuss it further.

Jack and Quinn sense Luke's reluctance and decide not to push the matter. "Alright, bud," Quinn says, his voice sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but maybe things will still work out?"

"Not gonna happen" Luke mumbles, anger creeping into his voice.

Jack leans back on the couch, trying to lighten the mood. "It's probably for the best, come on, man. You don't gotta be hung up on some random girl when we're trying to win a Cup."

Luke nods, forcing a small smile. "Yeah." He stands up, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."

"Okay," Jack says, understanding in his eyes. "We'll be here if you need us."

Luke makes his way to his room, and decides to take a shower, hoping the hot water will help clear his head.

As the steam fills the bathroom, Luke's internal monologue takes over. He knows he doesn't need to be in a relationship, but the idea of having someone by his side isn't entirely unappealing.

His thoughts drift to his past relationships, or lack thereof. It seems like everyone around him has someone - Quinn with his girlfriend, Jack with his rotating roster of dates. But for Luke, finding a genuine connection has always been a struggle.

The last real relationship he had was back at Michigan, and even that ended in heartbreak when he discovered the girl was only using him for his family name. But now, with Jordan, he thought he'd finally found something real, something special and the fucking irony that for once it wasn’t his last name that ruined something, it’s stupid, it’s fucking stupid.

As he steps out of the shower and changes into comfortable clothes, Luke can't shake the feeling of loneliness that settles in his chest. He lies in bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to distract himself from the ache in his heart.

It doesn’t work, he tosses his phone to the side, staring at the paperback book he threw on his nightstand.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes with a notification. For a brief, hopeful moment, he thinks it might be Jordan, reaching out to apologize or explain. But instead, it's a message in the Devils' group chat,

Reminder practice tomorrow 9 AM.

Luke groans, his disappointment palpable as he tosses his phone onto the nightstand and buries his head in his pillow.

A/N Part 3 coming soon

#luke hughes #nj devils #jack hughes #hughes brothers #quinn hughes #original story #crossing enemy lines #jacob trouba #ny rangers #rivalry

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aziraphales-library · 1 month

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Hi! Your account is so great and I really appreciate what you guys do here.

Im not sure if there are many of these out yet, but I’m looking for good fics of what season 3 could look like. Like the events of 1 and 2 are the same but then we get to see them dealing with that ending.

Thanks so much!

Hello! Here are some series three speculation fics...

Armageddon Part 2: The Second Coming by Halfling (M)

Takes place immediately following the end of season 2 of the show. Crowley just wants to be left alone but he keeps getting interrupted. Heaven is MIA, Hell is up in arms, and no one can get a moment's peace.

what we could have been (and what we one day shall be) by meetmeatthecoda (E)

The next time Crowley sees Aziraphale after the day he broke his heart, entered a blinding white lift, and left him behind, it’s in almost the exact same place. Three interminable months later. That awful day, driving aimless and slow in a silent Bentley, Crowley wasn’t sure if he would ever see Aziraphale again, let alone so soon, considering the way they left things. He tried to tell himself that he didn’t care if he ever clapped eyes on his white blonde curls, steel gray eyes, and ridiculous tartan bow tie ever again, but the tears threatening to spill out from behind his sunglasses betrayed his true feelings. (Not to mention the random but persistent spots of bright yellow paint on his car’s otherwise pure black sheen, ruthlessly rubbed out with an index finger the temperature of an open flame.)

Bad Omen by lavender_mo0n (T)

There is a common misconception that owls are a bad omen, a warning sign for death and destruction that is to come. On the contrary, a better way to describe it is to say that they are a symbol of change. That change may come in the form of death, but perhaps that is more in reference to the death of life as we know it. And perhaps a certain angel is about to experience a ~very~ big change.

On the Side of the World by profdanglais (M)

The demon Crowley has gone rogue. Precisely what “rogue” looks like on a demon who was never anyone’s idea of “manageable” is something neither Heaven nor Hell is currently equipped to deal with. Hell is rebuilding and Heaven, under the auspices of the Supreme Archangel Aziraphale, is focused on spreading the Word of their prophet, known as the Second Coming--of what, exactly, remains unspecified. Neither side seems to remember who Crowley used to be, nor have they bothered to change the passwords. The Metatron has no interest in demons, rogue or otherwise. His Plan is going swimmingly and he couldn't be more pleased. Now if only he could figure out who’s responsible for all these unauthorised miracles that just keep happening, far and wide, on planet Earth.

Of Gardens and the Second Coming by Serenity_Black (E)

Starting moments after S2E6... The new Supreme Archangel Aziraphale is in Heaven, juggling the Second Coming at The Metatron's behest. Crowley is wrestling with his romantic realizations, and losing. What is it going to take to get our lovestruck beings back on track so that they can save our favorite Libra and all its inhabitants? And where are God and Satan in all of this? There’s a lot of ground to cover before this ends, as it was always going to, in a garden.

The Better Book: A Brand New Testament for the End of Days by HollyGhostLightly (T)

The Second Coming is underway and it turns out there are competing plans to determine the fate of the world! An unofficial/unauthorized Season 3 of Good Omens… to stop the bleeding. 💔 Excerpt: Aziraphale frowned as his intelligence was insulted once again, “How can you expect us to put our faith in something that lacks any detail whatsoever?!” “Let’s try to remember the plan is still technically ineffable. I’m doing my best to make it effable for you guys but some things are obviously outside of my abilities.” The angel growled, “Oh, the plan is effable alright! If you ask me, it’s completely fucked!!” “Real nice language, coming from an angel! You’re putting money in that thwart jar!”

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #fix it #good omens s3 speculation #mod d

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40 Years Super Hot Body Ready for Party • Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer Leo Virgo Libra and Scorpio Sagittarius Capricorn Aquarius Pisces Fart Song • Butterflies Scared My Cat When I Was Burping in Your Face on Wednesday Morning • Drunk Log out with Spooky Music Settings on My Firm Tits Pictures • Grandpa Says Fuck While Grandma Screams What Repeated Several Times • Grumpy Trumpy Python Toddler Taxi with False News and Emotions • Hugging Blood Thirsty Vampires with a Transylvanian Accent and Slapped Butts • I Farted as an Official Statement Against Global Warming, Expressing My Worries! • I’m Handsome When Wearing a Bag on My Head, Said the Horny Motherfuckers Politely • Is That Cellulite or Just Your Ugly Face? • Kindergarten Farting Fanfare Discussed with Disgusting Asian Clay Warriors Terracotta Song • Leaking Ladies Xylophone Solo Learning with Lusty Lashes Song • Lisping on Penis Peyote Creaking Mirth Radio, Let’s Lisp! Song • Lowering My Filthy Boobs to the Height of Your Curly Chest Hair with Freckles • Mom’s Cleaning Closet Looks Like a Women’s Porn Stash • My Gay Expense Combination Password Gore Seeking Battle Was Sinning • My Hangover Got Hung over by a Hung Guy from Hungary • My Horoscope Sign Is Poop and Yours Is Farts • Nearly Touching Myself with Your Girlfriend’s Hands While Doing the Dishes • Peeing a Farting Swearing Shouting and Pooping in Different Languages Made Me Famous Song • Petite Girls Liked My Fat Farts in Skinny Jeans with Justice • Pooping a Masterpiece in the Little Boys Room on National TV Broadcast • Puerto Del Penis Summer Holiday with Topless Sun Bathing and Surfing Fun • Puking Girls Are Holding Each Others Hair While Selling Butter to Pregnant Vomiting Men • Real Sharks Was a Great Accessory for My Swimming Pool Party Massacre • Relaxing Music for Penis Boys and Vagina Girls, I Have Money Cash, Yes! • Rescuing My Penis from Your Vagina at the Last Minute, Whoah! • Scary Music and Naked Ladies Cemetery Collection Flickering Through Growth • Shaking Sausages in the Men’s Room and Dangling Coconuts • Short Temper Anus Removal with Lipstick on the Collar • Shouting Poopers to Girls While a Crying Man Is Pooping Poop, How Adorable Screaming Babies Are! • Silly Talking Childish Macho Man Thanking Prayers for God’s Food Yes Hello! • Skinny Bitch, Fat Bitch, Rich Bitch, Poor Bitch, All Bitches Poop! • Smelling That Pussy in the Air at the Private Night Club Farting Room • Smudging Chocolate over the Toilet, So Everyone Would Think I Pooped • Sneaking Beans into Your Butthole While U Talk to a Handsome Stranger • Snuggling in Satan’s Satin Sheets with Shattered Dreams and No Boner Song • Solitary Fighting My Big Toe with the Desolate Strangler • Spoiling Desert by Pulling Your Finger Thirteen Times in a Row • Strolling with Morning Wood in the Woods While Mourning to This Song • Stutter and Chinese Food Destroyed My Artwork in the Toilet Bowl Coffee Shop • Sunny Morning Boner at the Beach Gym Towel Rental Song • Surprisingly Soft Boobs on the Milf Statue in the Garden of Jugs, Oh It Was Your Mom Sorry! •

Taming My Daughter’s Boyfriend with Booze and Fists of Agony • Teleporting My Cock to the Urinals Hurts When Peeing Penis Action • That Penis Is Not Mine, Stop Accusing Me of Curing Your Cancer! What • The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too • The Giggling Killer Was Invited for Tea and Mustard with a Former Laughing Idiot • The Headache Fuckers with Migraine Were Chopping Fucking Painkillers • The Itchy Vampire Vagina Was a Gothic Curse from Medieval Times Song • The Lying Bitch Hermit Ducking Group Was Insisting on Bitch Slaps • The Penis Teens Shouting Squad Declared War on the Vagina Milfs Departure • The Pussy Cock Was Meowing and Cock-a-Doodle-Dooing with Glance • The Singing Orgy Group Remembered My Fancy Birthday Party, Super! • The Sock on My Penis Shook the Genuine Spokesman While Crying Song • The Syphilis Motown Singers Were Blowing Deranged Adultery at Me Song • The Toy Collector’s Mature Attitude Otter Raised Homeland Security Breach • The Triangle of Pussy and Clipping Smoothies Burping Smootch • Typical Asian Food Poured into the Purse of an European Hooker Prostitute Igloo • Under Water Farting Wiz Nick Y Minaj Naked Twerking Shower Saloon Barf Thong • Updating My Profile Picture While Pooping Macaroni with Japanese Subtitles • Using Mother´s Panther Underwear Because of Broken Shopping Bag to the Store • Washing Hamburgers with Dirty Sauce in Leather Pants While Howling • What Ugly Shit on Your Finger! Oh, It’s Your Wedding Ring? It’s Very Nice! • Whistling and Farting a Heavenly Polyphonic Song for Dying Virgins • Violin Licking Sounds by a Hard Baritone Dick Song Licker • Young Girls Selling Old Men´s Boxers in Thongs with Soulful Tutti-Frutti • Your Butthole Swallowed My Telephone, Will It Come out from the Mouth Then? • Your Mom´s Butt Massage Seems Innocent at First, Before Handing out Religious Leaflets

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: pooping poop poopers and shouting girls crying man #language: english #decade: 2010s #Novelty #tw gross #tw unsanitary #tw feces #ask to tag bc i feel like this needs more but dont know what

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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one piece smau: dating vivi edition

— IM AWARE SOME OF THESE HAVE RLLY BAD BLUE EDITTED HAIR BUT I WANTED TO TRY IT OUT AND SEE HOW IT WAS 😭

— a little different because its still modern au but i wanted to go with teh idea that vivi was still royalty and reader is her rlly hot bf that the public likes, but tabloids hot bc they dont think hes good enough for her ... whatever that trope is im a sucker for so thats why i made it this way

— male reader B)

liked by king[name], igaram, ttchopper, and 530k others

queenvivi: visited drum island <3

tagged: king[name]

dni_nami: popcrave is gonna love this onneee cuz u look so good here vivi !!

-> queenvivi: thank u nami, i miss u sm !

-> uso_pp: popcrave jus posted on twitter "queen vivi slays in recent photo, shocking the entire country"

king[name]: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND ???I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL

freeluffy: vivi when r u going to visit us :////

[liked by princesanji, dni_nami, and 70 others]

king[name]: DO YOU NEED A PET? DO YOU NEED A DOG? I'LL BE A GOOD PET FOR U MY QUEEN

-> queenvivi: ??? babe i'm gonna change your password very soon

-> king[name]: WOOF WOOF WOOOOF

-> dni_nami: this why the media hates u [name]

liked by pell, queenvivi, and 70k others

king[name]: will go to as many boring royalty events if it means im by her side <3

tagged: queenvivi

randomroyallyobsessedfan: UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM I CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO GET MARRIED

queenvivi: you're so handsome in all of these, im the luckiest woman in the world

roro.zoro: can't you get into a lot of trouble with literally every country for complaining abt this???

-> king[name]: proof?

-> roro.zoro: mf wtf do u mean proof??? THE PROOF IS RIGHT IN THIS POST

igaram: i'm going to murder this dumbass boy.

-> king[name]: oooh im telling on you to miss terracota

[liked queenvivi, dni_nami, and 100 others]

princesanji: i can't believe they make queen vivi cover her blue hair for these events, they are suffocating her natural beauty </333

liked by dni_nami, freeluffy, and 103k others

deuxmoi: do you guys remember when vivi and [name] started dating? the royal couple are everyone's favorite pair !! happy four years to the two of them, to many more in the future to the cutest couple in the worllddd!!! p.s. honestly thank god for [name] because we got to see vivi in his iconic leather jacket, hello?! she looks so good!!

tagged: king[name] and queenvivi

randomroyallyobsessedfan: atp if he doesnt propose to her i will

-> anotherrandom: if she doesnt marry him atp i will

uso_pp: its crazy we r literally friends with the queen of a whole country

-> freeluffy: no we are BEST friends with vivi, usopp :DDD

[liked by queenvivi, king[name], and 200 others]

ttchopper: i remember when they first met, vivi was a blushing mess the entire time

-> queenvivi: please do not remind me. its so embarassing chopper.

-> king[name]: my own girlfriend is embarassed of me </3

princesanji: it should have been ME

-> king[name]: you're a fraud dni w me thanks xoxo

liked by robinkills, king[name], and 450k others

queenvivi: what lana said that one time

tagged: king[name]

dni_nami: i pyo to that song where is my credit

king[name]: stop i am NOT a serial killer the tabloids r gonna have a field day w this reference pls

-> uso_pp: if hes a serial killer then whats the worst that could happen to a girl thats already hurt. im alreayd huurutttt

[liked by queenvivi, king[name], and 200 others]

igaram: QUEEN VIVI BLINK TWICE IF U NEED HELP

-> pell: i'm going to confiscate your phone, she is fine. please relax igaram.

liked by queenvivi, princesanji, and 200k others

king[name]: alexa play seven by jungkook EXPLICITY VERSION. EXPLICIT VERSION. EXPLICITY VERSION.

tagged: queenvivi

robinkills: it's like [name] wants to get banned from seeing vivi again

-> king[name]: the entire country trying to keep me out will not stop me from seeing my beautiful girlfriend

dni_nami: seriously??? of all songs???

-> king[name]: its the way that you can ride its the way that you can ride

-> dni_nami: PLEASE SHUT TH EFUCK UP

-> queenvivi: babe please stop i can't keep explaining these references to my father he might kill you

-> king[name]: LEAVE YOU WITH THAT AFTERGLOOOWWWW

roro.zoro: 3d a better song but alright

-> uso_pp: the way you couldn't be more wrong???

king[name]'s story

i would lay down my life to protect this woman form any harm to come her way, some of you simply will NEVER understand

queenvivi replied to your story: i love you so much, let's stay in tmrw to relax

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece smau #one piece modern au #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #x male reader #male reader #vivi x male reader #vivi x reader #one piece vivi #male reader imagine #vivi imagines

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year

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half past five high - chapter 5 (beginning of the end)

pairing: joshua x fem!reader || mingyu x fem!reader (ft. a brief appearance of jeonghan)

genre: angst, smut. minors dni.

warnings: heartbreak, arguments, making out, biting, hair pulling, dry humping, cursing, toxic relationship, slapping, infidelity, drama, slutshaming

word count: ~1.9k

summary: it’s all fun and games until everything comes crashing down like a tower made of paper cards.

Author’s note: yes it has returned from the war - huge thank you to @himbocoups (“if I were him i'd send that giant block of steel flying straight at yn”), @flowerwonu (”bro i wouldnt even give myself a second chance”), @playmetheclassics (”i mean, its hard to think with anything else when its mingyu”) and @dkakapizzaboy (”Can you write me as a character and I can be Shua’s new love interest because I love him and I’m crying”) for proofreading and reviewing this chapter 💕

series taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie @aurumness@xrubyrosesx @lovelyhan @himbocoups @playmetheclassics @dkakapizzaboy

unable to tag: @jaeyux @chwebychew

Your nerves are still buzzing, the mess that Mingyu created last night has fully gotten to your head and it isn’t coming out of your system any time soon.

Your hands are deeply threaded in your hair as you tug at the roots in frustration, anxiously pacing in the room.

God, you hated this, you hated Mingyu, you hated yourself, you hated everything.

An apocalypse could happen around you, but you would still ignore everything because right now, your mind revolves around Kim Mingyu.

You can’t even remember that your phone is still downstairs, on the garden table, to be specific - where Joshua is still enjoying his breakfast, trying to organize his schedule.

He takes a sip of his coffee, when your phone buzzes repeatedly as your Instagram notifications go off.

Joshua is always mindful of privacy and he has absolute faith in you - but seeing Mingyu’s Instagram handle pop up on your screen makes his skin itch.

His curiosity and newfound insecurity get the better of him and he unlocks your phone (putting his birthday as your password isn’t always the best idea), checking your conversations with Mingyu.

mingyu_k: you’re a damn bitch y/n

mingyu_k: this is all ur fault

mingyu_k: ditching me for a pretty boy and a pretty ring

He makes the mistake of scrolling upwards, reading some of the messages Mingyu has sent you in the past, the majority of them vulgar and depraved, expressing his primal urges - sometimes with nudes.

To his dismay, he sees a lot of your pictures, some dressed ones and some nudes, often reciprocating Mingyu’s whore tendencies.

He closes Instagram, setting the phone down and he runs his hands over his face, gripping his nape. His eyes are wide and his breathing is getting quicker and unsteady, panic overcoming his senses.

He doesn’t remember when was the last time he felt like that - utterly betrayed, scorned and mad as fuck.

You, his precious angel, his beautiful girl, cheating on him with the one person he hates the most.

And he finds out right after proposing to you.

God, he feels so fucking stupid.

He hears your quick footsteps from the stairs and he tries to compose himself when you appear within his field of vision again.

"Where are you off to?" He asks, noticing you have already changed into some sweats and a pair of sneakers.

"I…need to settle some business from…yesterday," you mutter, picking your phone and putting it in your purse, the keys of your car tight in your hand.

"Y/N?" Joshua calls you before opening the door to leave.

"Yeah?"

A beat of silence.

"Hope you'll have a good day, angel."

You just nod with a strained smile, closing the door behind you and you rush to your car, revving up the engine to drive away, your destination - Mingyu's apartment.

“Do you have any fucking idea of what you did last night or do I have to come over and punch some goddamn sense into your pretty head?”

“I would appreciate it if you could not scream into my ear first thing in the morning,” Mingyu groans, rubbing his forehead, the alcohol in his system still in effect.

“Oh, I’m sorry for causing his Majesty a headache because he’s a pro shit stirrer!” Jeonghan angrily yells into the phone.

“Okay fine, stop yelling! Just…tell me what happened already!” Mingyu whines, pouring himself a glass of water.

“What happened is that the ladies you picked up from the club last night are all over the fucking internet, whoring out with YOU in YOUR house and MY club and the place is now swarming with goddamn paparazzis!”

“Wait- what?”

“You fucking heard me!” Jeonghan barks, “You better get your ass over here and clean up the mess you and your dick have made before I call my lawyer!”

“Fuck, hyung, just- give me a goddamn minute!” Mingyu yells from the other end of the line while trying to put on a pair of sweats and answer the furiously ringing doorbell.

“Shit- coming!” He rushes to the door and opens it in a haste. His expression turns stone cold when he sees you standing right on his doorstep.

“Jeonghan hyung, I gotta go,” he merely responds on the phone and blatantly ignores the older man spitting curses, ending the call and sliding his phone in the pocket of his sweats.

“Seems like everyone is scheming to push trouble towards me today,” he comments, irony laced in his voice.

“Not really needed, since you’re the firstborn of trouble!” you spit back, slamming the door shut as you walk into the apartment.

“Hey, that’s my door and my fucking apartment, so watch it!” he growls at you.

“Or what? What are you gonna do about it, Mingyu? Yell at me some more and then go cause more trouble and bring more people into it? Because you excel in it!” you sneer.

Mingyu grips your arms and pushes you back on the heavy door, his eyes seething with rage.

“At least I’m not fucking around with people and deciding to put a ring on my hand when things get boring all of a sudden.”

“How dare you?!” You yell right into his face, but he slams his lips on yours to shut you up. He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth and you whine as you try to wiggle your arms out of his iron-like grip.

“I’ve told you before - We’re made of the same shitty material, darling.”

“But you’re way more fucked up than I am,” You slide one of your arms out of his hand and thread it into his hair, forcefully yanking his head back.

“Not the case anymore, love,” Mingyu chuckles dryly, “I’m just here to fuck around - You’re the real homewrecker in this little game.”

He runs his teeth over your slightly exposed shoulder and bites down on your soft skin, his sharp canines leaving two very visible dents behind.

Him and his fucking teeth, you moan and Mingyu takes it as a green light to rub himself all over your crotch. You can feel the outline of his cock through his sweats right on top of your cunt and you swear your sanity is already starting to slip away.

“Always so fucking pliant and weak for me,” He licks over the spot, “Ready to drop everyone and everything for me, even if you’re not my first choice.”

Your breath is hitched in your throat as you realize the meaning of his words and you pull yourself away from him, slapping him across his face.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you scream at his face, “You think this is all a game to you, huh?!”

“Who are you to judge?!” He yells back, “You had every single ounce of strength to ignore me but you decided to think with your pussy instead of your brain!”

He slams his hand on the door right next to your face, making you flinch.

“Just because you let me in your pants doesn’t mean I’m the one controlling them,” He firmly states and you push his hand away, turning on your heel to leave his apartment in a rush.

Your feet carry you all the way down to the entrance of the apartment block and you get into the car, slamming the door shut.

You let your pent up feelings get the better of you and you scream on top of your lungs, repeatedly hitting the steering wheel.

“God, I’m such a fucking loser.”

You close the door behind you, sliding down on the tiled floor, tears freely staining your face.

You feel stupid - You thought you could have played with Mingyu and you actually thought you could win this game.

Well fucking joke’s on you.

“You’re back.” Joshua’s voice snaps you out of it and you get up from the floor, walking towards the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, his steel suitcase right next to him.

“Josh? What is this?” You wipe your face, glancing towards the suitcase, “A-Are you leaving on a trip?”

“The truth is.” He clears his throat, “I never really left, Y/N. I was always here - even if not physically, you were always in my mind, we were always in my mind.”

“I d-don’t understand-”

“Why were you at his house?”

You freeze.

“What? What are you talking-”

“Please, for the love of God, Y/N - Just don’t play dumb with me,” his tone is sour and upset, stabbing you like a well-sharpened knife.

“I….I’m-” You open up your mouth, but you feel your words die down in your throat when you feel his hand brush your hair back to reveal the teeth marks left by Mingyu, a small scoff echoing from his lips.

“....How long?”

“Joshua…”

“I said…How long?” Joshua repeats the question, a bit louder this time.

“.....Since Paris.” you admit and he steps away, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Are you fucking serious, Y/N? Him?”

“Shua, it was a mistake-”

“Something that happens repeatedly isn’t a mistake anymore, it’s a choice,” he retorts sternly, visibly struggling to keep his temper in check.

A beat of silence passes and you swallow thickly, a fresh stream of tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know…It's really ironic how you've been lying right into my face like that, but for some sick and twisted reason, I still want to fight for this relationship, the time we spent together, Y/N.....I just love you so fucking much that it sickens me to know you fuck that damn manwhore - God, he doesn't even know what love is-"

"Maybe he wasn't given the chance to l-"

"So you decided to be that chance? You really thought you could teach that arrogant, selfish, destructive asshole how to love - right in this damn house, OUR house?"

"Joshua, I-"

"I honestly don't know who's the more stupid out the two of us, Y/N. I really don’t." Joshua cuts you off, “All I know is that I hate myself for not realizing sooner.”

“Joshie, wait!” You move from your spot when you see him grabbing his suitcase, ready to walk out of the door.

“For how long, Y/N? I’ve waited for so damn long already,” he replies nonchalantly, his words utterly devoid of emotions.

“I can still fix this, we can talk this out - I just…Just give me a chance and I promise you, I will fix everything!” you plead, your hands holding his wrist, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“That’s exactly the problem, Y/N - you’re still making this about you. Not us.” He gives you a strained smile and he lets go of your hands, opening the door and stepping out.

“I will stay at a hotel downtown for a few days,” he informs you, “I believe it should be enough time for you to decide what you really want.”

These are the last words he says before closing the door shut behind him.

It feels like the air in the room has turned colder and the walls have gotten gloomier within those split seconds of Joshua leaving, but the realization of his absence hasn’t reached your rational parts of your brain yet.

The emotional ones, however, are wide awake and you wish they weren’t - you wish it was all a bad dream and if you pinch yourself, you’ll just wake up in your king sized bed, right next to Joshua.

But the bad dream is the reality you have to face now - the very one you shaped with your own two hands, unbeknownst to the man you’re supposed to love and cherish.

The fucking irony.

#svthub #joshua angst #mingyu smut #mingyu angst #svt joshua #svt mingyu #joshua hong #kim mingyu #svt smut #svt angst #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #seventeen series #seventeen #hpfh #tw toxic

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Summary: Aria Armund is hired by Alpine as an "image guardian" for a reluctant Pierre Gasly - AKA she is hired to be his "babysitter". What happens as the season progresses and both of them have their buttons pressed by the other? And what happens when one of them suggests making a rather interesting bet? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Aria Armund (OC) Word Count : 3, 116 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, language, nudes being sent and received, slight female masturbation mention, I think that’s all… 💞Authors Note : Aria’s POV 🥰 thank you for the support on the last chapter folks! It means a lot!! If you want to be added to a tag list then please comment on the newest chapter not the one prior or anywhere else because it’s too hard to keep up with if it’s not all in the one place.

Aria

Fuck this day!

As soon as my shoes were kicked off I practically rushed toward the kitchen and hurriedly ripped open the tape that held closed one of the boxes sitting on the kitchen worktop, desperately trying to find a wine glass for the bottle of wine I purchased on my way home. God, this day needed to be over like, right now. The second a glass touched my fingertips I couldn’t have been anymore thankful that I got a twist cap wine so didn’t have to struggle trying to find a bottle opener. I watched as the gorgeous, beautiful ruby red liquid flowed easily from the thin neck of the bottle into the clear glass. A subconscious sigh left my lips at that moment. If I had thought this new job was going to be easy then boy was I wrong.

Pierre fucking Gasly. What a prick. He was so full of himself. Arrogance practically oozed out of him. It would have been laughable if he wasn’t so bloody misogynistic. My teeth ground together when I remembered how several times throughout the meeting he thought he was so sly but I caught him, each and every time he glanced at my boobs. Quickly, I swiped my large glass of wine off the counter and headed straight toward the sofa. I need to relax. Tension had been wracking my body all day. Even now, I could feel it in my shoulders, my neck, everywhere. As my head tipped back and I took another large swig of the alcoholic crimson merlot I spied my bag. It was laying on the floor with things practically bursting out of it. I really needed to get a larger one for all the shit I had to carry around with me now but shopping was low down on my priority list. However, the bag itself was not what caught my attention. My eyes honed straight in on the top of my new shiny work phone poking out of the inside pocket. A large part of my brain said fuck work while the other was already grasping hold of it after taking no more than a second to lunge for the object like it was giving out some weird siren call before I knew I was doing it. The recollection of Pierre’s resistance to give me his fucking passwords today played on my mind. Then it mixed with the memory of him smiling at his phone and asking if I’d “rather make it a threesome” as he left the shitty office they put me in - for the few weeks I needed it for before being stuck with the fucker for the whole year.

I took out the notepad Pierre had reluctantly wrote his passwords down in and opened up the freshly downloaded Instagram and Twitter apps ready to punch his details into. I had expected to eye roll when I read his passwords but actually they were just simple names and numbers which made very little sense to me.

Instagram:

Username : PierreGasly

Password : Pascale22/9/1996**PSG

Twitter:

Username : PierreGASLY

Password : 10Anthoine_Cate*7

I guessed they were probably family members and whatnot so it wasn’t really surprising. And I sipped more of my wine because I had a feeling I was going to need to brace myself for what I was going to read (and see). The moment I clicked on the little paper airplane arrow icon it suddenly dawned on me that if I had been asked to hand over my own passwords I would have immediately combed through everything and repeatedly hit delete, delete fucking delete. But this was Pierre Gasly. He wouldn’t have even considered deleting anything. He would be proud of all the conquests, one night stands and random faceless nudes he no doubt received and probably jerked off too because well, he was just that sort of person, wasn’t he? He presumably had them going back years and quite possibly enjoyed flicking through them sometimes just to get a kick from the girls that would physically throw themselves at him online in a desperate bid to get his attention. Perhaps sometimes it may have worked and he would have used his social media to arrange a hook-up where he would most likely forget the girls name by the following morning. That was the type of guy I was dealing with here.

Nothing particularly salacious could be found on his Twitter. There were a few suggestive comments here and there, which seemed to get some of his fans all hot and bothered. The one he had referred too today - the doggy comment that I really had to attempt not to pretend to vomit at - popped up and several more referring to things of a sexual nature most guys would have grown out of by 27. So I made a note to discuss keeping things a bit more respectable and PC in future. Digging a little deeper he had liked several racy, risqué tweets from other people (including fans) and again I had to jot down to tell him to reign his hormones in a little bit more than he was currently doing. Although, it wasn’t just the smutty natured comments Pierre had gone through and flung likes at freely. I managed to find tones of comments from journalists, insiders and general fans that were unsavoury toward Ocon (and a few aimed at the team) last season which was in no way going to be allowed now I had to keep an eye on him. It was exactly the type of stuff Alpine had an issue with and Pierre really needed to play ball before things became irreparable. I swigged another large sip from my glass as I finally went into his following list. Unsurprisingly, a couple of pornstars could be found amongst the hordes of sports personalities, brand sponsors and general celebrities. I ground my teeth a little and couldn’t help but note the type of adult actresses he was following - an insight into the type of girls he went for perhaps? Almost all were brunettes with big doe eyes, big lips and of course big boobs. They all seemed to be on younger side, y’know the type that could fake teenage babysitters and naughty neighbours next door. It was exactly what I would expect of Pierre. EXACTLY what I would expect. They were swiftly unfollowed and I felt like there was no way I could be prepared for switching to Instagram without a refill of my wine.

Pierre was most, prolific, shall we say on Instagram. His time spent scrolling on the app was very well known. His trigger happy thumb that fired out likes like hot dinners span a whole meme. “Liked by Pierre Gasly” was even on the back of t-shirts now. I didn’t need to deep dive on my research prior to meeting him to find out how addicted he was to the social media platform. It was one of the first things that popped up when I googled him. Initially I couldn’t help but laugh at this 27-year-old man being hooked to a silly little app but now after having met him, I could see why his juvenile brain would become dependant on the thoughtless validation. I went to the kitchen and refilled my quickly emptying glass with haste. The memory of Pierre being so guarded about his passwords sprung into my brain and so now I desperately wanted to know what he was hiding. I clicked on the bright coloured button with my thumb and smirked knowing how much he would hate this. But as I sat down, he was so conceited he actually wouldn’t hate it at all.

I flicked quickly down the interface. It was full of mostly drivers and brands. I raised my glass to my lips and took a swift drink when I reached a bikini clad model which was followed by another one. Both had been “liked by Pierre Gasly” and I found myself eye rolling, yet again. But this wouldn’t be what he was trying to stop me from gaining access too. After-all they probably all followed scantily clad women who frolicked around in hotel beds and beaches to pay their rent. My thumb hovered over the DM icon and sure it was fucking pathetic, but I felt a little bit of a rush finally allowing myself to tap it.

And I was certainly not disappointed. It was full of exactly what I knew it would be. Girls. There was the “you replied to “x”‘s story” amongst plenty “reacted to your story” & of course the “sent a photo”’s littered his DMs. Starting at the top, I decided to go through the most recent one first. It was from a @Jocelyn_S_Silva and the wine really didn’t prepare me. Jesus! That’s a lot of ass! I saw the little heart emoji at the side of it meaning Pierre clearly liked it and I let out a little bit of a sigh subconsciously. Girls really did send guys this type of stuff very openly and freely and honestly, it was going to be tough keeping him out of trouble if these were the kinds of DM’s he was happy to revcieve. Then the time it was sent caught my eye. Today at 1:33pm. He was with me at 1:33pm. He was in our meeting being a brat, a big headed idiot, a total chauvinist. I scrolled to the messages before and realised that was where he had come from and why he had been late. He had spent the night with this girl.

Jocelyn_S_Silva: 💋 last night was fun Papi, let’s do it again sometime?xxx

I couldn’t help but feel a slight disgust wash over me so I tried to settle it with the carmine coloured liquid in my glass. Who was this girl anyway? I went back to view her profile. A Spanish influencer it seems. 200,000 followers, probably mostly male by the millions of bikini pictures she was posting. I mean if that was how she earned her money good for her, she had an amazing body and she would be best to use it before she loses it but she wasn’t good for Pierre’s image so there was a swift unfollowing and blocking of the bikini influencer (I mean, what the hell is a bikini influencer anyway?)

Then following on from her there was another bikini model from Italy who was clearly someone Pierre had taken on a date and hooked up with after seeing as the message was quite similar to Miss Jocelyn Silva’s. Pierre hadn’t replied to her so I deleted conversation before proceeding to unfollow and block. Next was some girl who had been a paddock guest but had a fairly slim IG if you discount all of the shopping pics. She had sent Pierre various shots of herself in various states of undress and I didn’t need to see much more. Delete, unfollow and block. There were a few conversations with guys I could gather were friends and other racing drivers like Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. Then a few more conversations with girls that were extremely entertaining to read. Most were almost comically cringey and stereotypical moves all guys stuffed up their sleeves when talking to women. But one or two of his conversations were enough to make me raise my eyebrows. He was a natural flirt and some of these girls (the ones he seemed to like the most) he gave extra effort too. As I read “…I know you’ll shiver when I kiss down that beautiful neck” I could hear his confidence laced voice practically purring it. And then another girl got “God! I can’t wait to be between your thighs, making you cum all over my tongue” and that was when I had to devour all the remainder of my wine.

Listen, as much as Pierre Gasly was a monumental dick today - acting like he was king of the castle and as if I should fall on my knees for him upon sight alone - I couldn’t deny that the man was good looking. His slate grey, moody eyes sort of smouldered in a way most men would be jealous of. His penchant for smirking was so God damn infuriating that it was hard to conceal the fact that it did in fact work on me and I had to disguise how it actually managed to raise my temperature a little. And besides all else, the man oozed confidence like no one else I have ever met before. It exuded from him. Every single pore in his skin permeated an almost magnetic certitude that was hard not to get drunk off. Having now spent a few hours in his presence could almost understand why women found him utterly irresistible. Pierre had this seductive, alluring appeal that not many guys could mimic. It was so unbelievably natural to the man that several times today you had been amazed that he hadn’t been snapped up yet and found the right woman. After all, he seemed to be able to sleep with them no problem judging by his DMs.

For a brief moment, I really considered putting the phone down, running myself a bath and forgetting all about what my new job was. A glance toward the unpacked boxes and semi furnished flat reminded me of that. Fuck! This was all a step in the right direction but still not one I thought I would be taking. I glanced down at my fading tan and let out a long, laboured sigh. I miss the heat on my skin. The warmth of a beautiful November day back in Aus. My eyes flickered tightly shut and I was right back there. On the porch of the house overlooking the lush greenery and crystal clear swimming pool and right as I almost allowed myself to daydream one day I would be back there, I opened my eyes and the moment was over. The phone was still on in my hand when I looked back and allowed my eyes to focus on it. There’s no good thinking of the past. I click on the next conversation Pierre had been having with a girl and practically choked on the last drop of wine I had slowly tipped out of the glass.

It was a sent photo. From Pierre. Of PIERRE!

From the angle it was evident Pierre was lying down. The tanned, flexed muscles of his abdomen were right there on full display and a shaky, uncertain breath escaped passed my parted shocked lips. His chest hair was a light shade of brown that at this angle looked practically golden. And it continued down to cover the valley of his tight, taught stomach. I felt my mouth water slightly as it was very apparent Pierre liked feeling like a man if the defined “happy trail” was anything to go by. But it wasn’t his sculpted chest that had shock reverberating through my body.

Pierre was clad in a pair of very tight, possibly expensive, black boxers with a VERY obvious erection. The thin fabric was stretched almost to breaking to contain the hard on beneath and suddenly, it dawned on me why he was so unwilling to give me his passwords. But the fact he had hours to have deleted any of these dirty photographs made me wonder if he actually wanted me to see them. Now, that was very Pierre of him!

It was hard to look away from and even harder to will myself to click off. I could tell why Pierre was so smug all the time now. There was no denying he had to be well-endowed and he was clearly girthy. And fuck, he was so confident in his sexuality there wasn’t a chance he didn’t know how to use it. There had to be a reason all of these girls wanted more. This is so fucked! It’s Pierre for fucks sake! It’s Pierre! He’s the arrogant asshole I’ve only known a few hours. Get a fucking grip, Aria!

Then just as I caught the sound of my own trembling, unsteady breathing I felt a dull pulse like beating between my thighs that was unmistakable and I sighed. After all these months? Now? And Pierre?! This was a fucking shocker. Seriously? I thought I was broken. I thought I had turned this particular part of myself off like a leaky tap after, well after what, happened. But evidently the sight of Pierre Gasly’s hard on was all it took to turn it back on. For a minute I simply sat there and had to at least take this in. It wasn’t right. I had to be professional. I had to “look after” him. But it wasn’t like I was about to fuck him and probably a lot of other girls would feel this after finding a photo like that.

Fuck it!

I went with it. I allowed myself to use the moment. Utilise the feeling that was now coursing through my veins. I lay back on the sofa and placed the work phone down so I could use both of my hands to get my tight as hell work trousers undone. Guys did this all the time. They got off to their work colleagues and all that didn’t they? I lifted my leg up a little so I could get a good angle. Just go with it. And a long, steady breath flowed from my lips as I trailed the tips of my fingers down my body. I felt the hot air leaving my lungs against my fingertips as I started there. Then they passed down my throat, my neck, my collarbone and down my silk blouse covered breast caged in my lace bra underneath. My eyes closed slowly while my hand travelled down further. It brushed down my stomach and the little bare skin that had become exposed when I undone the trousers moments ago. With one inner push my fingers continued and pushed down into the elastic of the white cotton panties and I let myself think of the picture. Of Pierre’s picture. Of Pierre. And then the tips of my fingers brushed across where the darkening throbbing pulsing was coming from. God, Pierre’s mouth trailing down my neck would feel so good right now. His fingers could do this better.

Suddenly, I sit up straight. My hand retreating from my waist band instantly.

Fuck no!

No! Not happening! Absolutely not! No way in hell!

No matter how bad I need it, I will never get off on the thought of Pierre fucking Gasly! EVER!

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mayflora-18 · 4 days

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Incorrect CoD Quotes #7

Sherlock, in response to being asked to sneak into Valeria’s house: Okay. Don’t worry, guys. I got your back!

*She steps behind Ghost*

Sherlock: From right here.

———

Laswell: Hey did you call General Shepherd a bitch?

Price: Yeaaahh! He changed the Wi-Fi password!

Laswell: You can’t be-

Nikolai: THAT BITCH CHANGED THE WI-FI PASSWORD!!!!

———

*Something bad and unexpected happens on a mission*

Nikolai: Why didn’t you tell me?!

Sherlock: Well, because I wanted us to fail.

Nikolai: 😑

Sherlock: OBVIOUSLY I DIDN’T KNOW!!!!

———

Graves: Hey, I always get the vibe that you, like, hate me or something.

Ghost: What?! Me, hate you?!

Ghost: …You’re right.

———

Soap: If I punch myself in the face and it hurts, am I strong or weak?

Ghost: Strong.

Gaz: Weak.

Price: A dumbass is what you are.

———

Alejandro: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.

Graves: …

Graves: And?

Alejandro: And you are.

———

Hadir: Sorry I’m late, I was… doing things.

*pounding footsteps can be heard from behind the door*

Alex, bursting through the door: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Hadir: Push is such a strong word. I prefer calling it … giving you a little nudge.

Alex: Oh I’ll give you a nudge when I shove mY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!

Price, covering Farah’s ears: Hey! Watch your fucking language in front of the president!

———

Graves: Yo, what’s that song that goes like, “Despacito”?

Alejandro: Despacito?

Graves: Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro: DESPACITO

Graves: …Yeah. What’s the name?

Alejandro, pissed: Dios mío, you’re an idiot!

Graves: Thank you! Alexa, play “Dios mío, you’re an idiot!”

Echo Dot Alexa: Ok *starts playing Despacito*

Alejandro: 😦

Graves 😎

———

Ghost: What happens to the car if you press the break and the accelerator at the same time? Does it take a screenshot?

Price:

Soap:

Gaz:

Roach, wanting to be a little shit: Ye-

Sherlock being done with life: No. That’s it, I’m driving.

———

Soap: Go to bed! It’s 3am. If you don’t you’re going to hate yourself in the morning!

Roach: Jokes on you, I’m gonna hate myself in the morning ✨REGARDLESS✨

———

Sherlock: I don’t want to be a person anymore.

Ghost: … What?

Sherlock: I’m tired of it.

Soap: 😥 Maybe we should talk about this-

Sherlock: I just wanna be a dinosaur.

Ghost:

Soap:

Roach: Me too!

———

*Sherlock walks into the rec room and drops her bag on the floor*

Sherlock: tEll mE wHy tHerE arE 7 BiLlioN peOplE On tHiS DAmN PlaNEt ANd NoT 1 pErsOn hAs A CrUsH On mE!? WhAt ThE HelL UNiveRsE?!!

Gaz, whose been pining for her since the day he met her: what about me 🥺

———

Roach, sleep deprived: All I want-

Soap: Oh no

Roach: -is for for someone to walk up to me-

Ghost: What’s going on now?

Roach: -look me in the eyes, put their hands on my face, and very passionately-

Gaz: Kiss you?

Roach: -twist as hard as they can and put me out of my fucking misery!

Price: Roach no

Roach: Roach yes

———

Laswell: John, aren’t you supposed to be on a Zoom call right now?

Price: I got kicked off already.

Laswell: Why! What did you do?!

Price: Well she said, “DoN’t GeT sMaRt WiTh Me!” and I said, “Then what are we paying you for?” and she did not like that!

Laswell: John that’s rude.

Price: …But I’m right on this.

———

Roach: Remember when you guys told me to go to the pharmacy?

Sherlock: *looks at Gaz before looking at Roach* Yess

Roach: Mmm they’re out of my ADHD medication for five days.

Sherlock: Oh my god-

Roach: It’s gonna be a fun week!

Gaz, already leaving the room: I’m going to my mother’s-

Sherlock, pissed that she would have to watch Roach by herself: What happened to “in sickness and in health”, motherfucker!?

———

Sherlock: I’m sorry guys… there’s nothing else we can do. Graves is dying, we’re gonna have to pull the plug.

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Oh my god… Oh my god…

Soap: Can I do it?

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: What?

Soap: Can I pull the plug?

Gaz: Hey no! I wanna pull the plug!

Ghost: No fuck you! I get to do it!

Soap: This is bullshit! I wanna do it!

Price: NO! I-I’m the oldest, I should be the one to do it!

Ghost: I’ll thumb wrestle you for it.

Price: Fine, let’s go BITCHHH

Price & Ghost, hands together for thumb wrestling: 1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: Are you two serious?!

Price: YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A CHANCE

Ghost: OH, YOU’RE GOING DOWN

Price: NOOO, NO, NO, NOO

Ghost: OHHHHHHHHHH

*Ghost wins*

Ghost: Yess

Price: NO

Ghost: yEsSSSSS

Price: DAMN IT

Ghost: Alright, where’s that plug?!

Soap: Where’s that plug?

Ghost: Where’s that mother fucking plug?!

Sherlock: Do you have ANY respecT?!

Ghost: No, I have 0 respect!

Soap: We have 0.

Price: We have 0 respect.

Gaz: I have nothing!

Gen. Herschel Shepherd: I can’t even believe this!

Sherlock: Yeah, me too. Alright let’s get this show on the road! I got some leftover lasagna at home, and it’s got my name on it!

———

Ghost: Good morning, everyone. God has let me live another day. And I’m about to make it EVERYONE’S problem.

Soap: Good morning to you too.

Price: 🤦‍♂️ I give up.

———

Alex: What do we do when we’re feeling sad?

Farah: Watch a murder documentary and plan out how to do it without getting caught?

Hadir’s soul in Hell: *scared shitless despite already being dead*

Alex: Jesus fuck, NO!

———

Soap: You guys won’t believe what just happened!

Ghost: What happened?

Soap: Some guy from Shadow Company wouldn’t leave Sherlock alone-

Nikolai, maternal uncle instincts kicking in: Excuse me!

Soap: -but she took care of it!

Price, to Sherlock: How’d you take care of it?

Sherlock: Simple. *clears throat* 🎶Row row row your boat, The fuck away from me, Felony felony just tried to test me, And I’m a cause a scene🎶

Nikolai, laughing: That’s my girl!

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kim-seungmine · 2 years

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[22:33] Minho’s not sure if there’s a name for this excruciating feeling burning in his chest, but the closest category will be homesick… which is weird. He’s gone on business trips before, yet this time he feels like he’s going to perish if he doesn’t see his bed right this second.

If he doesn’t see you right this second.

The texts, voice notes, phone calls, video calls… none of those are enough to soothe his heart anymore. The last straw was when you blurted out that you missed him too a few days ago. Minho needed to do something, and coming home sooner was his only option.

After pulling an all-nighter for 3 days in order to finish his work faster, Minho called his boss and begged to go home earlier than planned.

He wants to see you, feel you, hold you, drown himself in you. He needs you, and he needs you now.

Thankfully, now you’re only 5 minutes away.

He called you a few hours ago, right before he boarded the plane, hoping you would be home instead of having dinner with your co-workers. You were already home when you answered the phone, but you sounded tired. Minho doesn’t expect you to still be awake when he gets home since he kept his return a surprise, but deep down he hopes he’ll get to see you looking into his eyes tonight. A few seconds is enough.

His chest almost bursts as he’s punching in the door password, knowing you’re only a few steps away. When the door is open, Minho immediately tries to locate you.

And there you are, eyes bulging wide, probably almost fainting from the thought that a burglar is breaking in.

Not the kind of gaze Minho desperately longs to see, but what could he expect when he kept all of this a secret?

“Minho!” you exclaim, the shock in your eyes gradually turning into relief, before finally turning into the love and comfort Minho craves for. “Hi, baby. Sorry for not telling you. I wanted this to be a sur–”

You’ve lunged at him before he can finish his sentence. Minho wraps you in his embrace, about to bury his face in the crook of your neck when he realizes he can barely feel your arms around his neck.

“This damned backpack,” he curses, forcing himself to pull away from you and shrugging the said backpack off of his shoulders. He pulls you close again in a heartbeat and sighs happily as you scratch the hair on his nape. “I missed you,” he murmurs, inhaling the scent of your lavender body wash and hugging you even tighter. “I tried to get everything done as soon as possible.”

You giggle against his chest, wrapping your legs around his torso when he hoists you up. “Because you wanted to see me?”

Warmth spreads all over his body and soul at the lovely tone of your voice. The sleepless nights were worth it. “Mhm,” he confirms, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I didn’t know being away from you would be this hard.”

On any other day, you will tease the hell out of him, but not tonight. You feel the sincerity in his words. In the way he’s hugging you like you will disappear if he doesn’t hold you tight enough. So you say, “I missed you too. Thank you for coming home sooner.”

Minho only lets out a blissed out hum, peppering your face with small kisses before capturing your lips with his. He feels you whine against his lips, and that only fuels him to kiss you hard, failing to control himself because it’s you. He kisses you like he’s trying to remember every single line & curve of your lips and God, he’s addicted to the feeling of you melting into him, the way you try to keep up with his feverish kisses although you’re running out of breath. The way you show him that you love him as much as he loves you.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, almost groaning when you mumble those three words back to him. Minho knows you love him, but hearing you say it always makes him lightheaded. He gives you a lopsided grin when you pull away, chuckling at your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. But he definitely looks the same, maybe even more out of it because of how much he’s in love with you.

“Should I run you a bath?” you ask, caressing his hair. “You must be tired.”

Now that you mention it, Minho is suddenly aware of how tired he is. 3 days of back to back meetings, rushed ramyeon dinners, and no sleep. And, of course, 3 days of missing you like some mad man on a spell.

“I’ll just take a quick shower,” he answers before putting you back on your feet. “I can’t wait to cuddle you and sleep.”

“But you love baths… I’ll join you, then!” you say sweetly, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. After stripping him of his clothes (while shamelessly admiring his toned chest), you take out one of your bath bombs from your drawers. Minho doesn’t care about bath bombs, but he can’t help but smile at your excited explanation about the peach bath bomb you bought last week.

Once the water is warm enough, you threw the bath bomb into the bathtub, watching it slowly dissolves into a pool of melted lollipop. “It’s so pretty,” you sigh. “You’ll smell like peaches though, I hope you don’t mind!”

After helping you get into the bathtub and settling himself behind you, Minho begins telling you every random thing he remembers from the trips. The weird rice the hotel served, all the cats he met & fed, every ramyeon he had for dinner (earning a light slap on his arm from you), even the weight on his shoulders because the trip was very important. You listen to all of it, absorbed in his nonsense, and Minho thinks nothing is better than this. Nothing is better than you.

“Your fingers are all pruny,” he comments sometime later, pecking each of your fingertips. “I guess it’s time for bed!”

You help drying each other’s hair, and Minho insists that you wear his favorite black shirt to sleep. You whistle, happy not having to steal it for once. “Wow, you really did miss me,” you beam, raising your arms so he can put it on you.

He pinches your cheek. “You have nooo idea, honey.”

Minho pulls you back into his embrace once you’re clothed, feeling his eyes grow heavy as he relishes in the feeling of having your arms around his torso. “Minho?” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I’m fine with you taking as much time as you need to finish work,” you mumble, playing with his hair. “I don’t mind, really. It’s work after all. You never need to rush but… this means a lot to me.”

Oh, you sweet angel. Minho’s going to spend the rest of his life making you feel how much you mean to him, that what he did today was only the start. “You know I’m attached to you forever, right? I’ll follow you around until you’re tired of me,” he answers.

You laugh, burying your face into his chest again. “If I knew you were this clingy I wouldn’t have risked falling in love with you.”

Minho, in return, buries his face in your hair. Coming home to you is always the best option. “I love you too.”

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a/n: thinking of this minho x mc when i wrote it. completely self-indulgent so i apologize for the tooth-rotting fluff!

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kayluh1915 · 9 months

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can we get the ianthony kisses from kiss currency YouTube video?

I think new ianthony shippers need to be remind of that video?

please and thank you.

psssst, disclaimer…

Oh, absolutely! Given the recent influx of new shippers, I think it's important to bring up a lot of other important moments, not just the kiss(es)! There are plenty more where these come from, but the following are just my favorites in no particular order!

The First and Second Kiss Password to the second kiss video is: ianthony

You heard me right, folks! There actually were three kisses, but one of them was a head kiss (later in the list). It's just as cute as the other two, but if we're talking lip kisses, there's only two of those... for now😉

only a picture for the second one because the video file sucks which in turn makes a horrid quality gif.

The Ass Smack

Dude, I remember this blew my mind when it happened the first time. This happened a few months before the first kiss so this was probably the biggest moment that had happened in the fandom at the time. I remember us not being able to shut up about it!

He did slap Ian's ass before in this video a couple months before this one, but it was no where near as influential.

The Ghost Reenactment

If you all haven't seen the 1990 classic romance movie "Ghost..." then what the heck are you doing with your life? It's a tear-jerker, but it's worth the watch especially if you love 80s and 90s media like I do!

Anyways, there's a scene in the movie where they make pottery together. I think this speaks for its self.

edit: i have to go back to work tomorrow and i'm trying to finish this as quickly as possible so i can do my prework week shopping so i'm using one of my old gifs here. hope that's okay.

The Head Kiss

Yes, the second of the three "kisses." As already mentioned, this one doesn't count since it wasn't on the lips. Despite that, it's still extremely cute and is enough to melt your heart! 🥺

edit: oh my god it's fluffier than i remember it being what the fuck i'm dead

And last but not least (in my personal opinion):

Shot in the Dark

For those of you who have been around, you already know why this is my favorite Ianthony moment to date. For you newer guys, let me summarize as quick as I can.

I love this so much because when you take away the context and just look at this clip for what it is... wow.

From just how close they're standing to each other, how Ian asks where Anthony is, how Anthony calmly replies to him, and how Anthony puts his hand extremely close to Ian's face which looks like he's putting it on Ian's face with the silhouettes...dead. Just dead.

old gifs again, sorry... 😬

This took me so long omg. If you guys want, I can do a second post! Since their reunion, I feel like there's a lot of past moments that need to be brought back up just so the newer guys can get a feel of the Ianthony history!

Until then, I hope this post was alright for you my dear!💙💙

#anon #answer #my gifs #kayla's ramblings #ianthony #☀️🔍#ianthony history #I guess that's what I'll call these throwback posts

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Letter to the void

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

a/n:

- an idea came up in my head when I was thinking about the moon boys. I couldn't let it go, I wanted to write it down as a fic, so here it is.

- completely different from my usual writing style. written in reader's pov. I love how this turned out and I'm proud of it.

warnings: reader has anxiety and panic attack.

genre: slight angst, hint of fluff if you squint between the lines at the end.

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I was awaken by a sudden shiver on my spine, my eyes flew open to taking in the surroundings. My heart was racing like a rabbit inside my rib cage.

Where am I? Where am I?

What happened to me?

The wetness of the grass brought my senses back to my surroundings. Grass. I was lying on the grass. The sun was too bright for my liking. I looked around frantically. My boys. My eyes widen, "Marc?" I tried to call out loud, but it only came out as a whisper.

"Steven?"

A little girl ran past me, chased by another girl. Where are they?

"Jake? Where are you?"

Children's laughter reached my ears.

My fingers dug deep into the grass, my body began to tremble with panic, my fists clenches around dirt and grass. What happened? Where are my boys? They wouldn't abandon me, never.

Calm down, calm down, dear heart. I tried my best to still my breathing. I can do this. My eyes darted around, taking in the surroundings. A park, I was in a park.

When I stood up, I felt something tucked in my pant pocket, my phone. I stuck my hand inside my left pocket to fish out my phone. I typed in the password.

Incorrect password.

What the fuck? I used my fingerprint to unlock the screen. I let out a sigh of relief, but it didn't last longer. I frowned, squinted when I see the wallpaper. A picture of Marc and I. I had a wide grin on my face, he is smiling and his hand rested around my waist. I don't remember taking this picture. And the background looked unfamiliar. It looks like someone's house with beige coloured walls.

17 missed calls from 'Marc ❤️

54 unread messages

I shook my head in disbelief, opening the recently dialed option. My finger hovered over Marc's name. I didn't save their number as 'Marc ❤️'. I shrugged it off. Right when I was about to touch the dial option, it rang. I answered to hear Marc' voice.

"Y/n/n, baby, where are you? Are you alright?!"

He sounded worried, on edge, as if trying his hardest not to yell in panic.

"Marc" I swallowed thickly, closing my eyes as relief fill my senses. A sucked in my lips, wetting them with my tongue before continuing. "Marc" I repeated, to confirm and to feel the taste of his name on my tongue again. "I.."

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" he calmed down a little after hearing my voice. "Baby, where are you?" his voice was softer.

"I'm at a...park, I think" I looked around one more time.

"A park?"

It didn't take long for Marc to find me and pick me up. Thank Gods for gps. I didn't even know this park existed until now. It's odd because I knew almost every park in London.

The moment Marc's warm brown eyes fixed on me, he rushed towards me, engulfing me in a hug, relief visibly melting in his face.

What happened? Where you last night? Are you alright?

The only answer I had to all of his questions was, 'I don't know.' I tightened my grip on his shirt.

He sensed how scared and confused I was. I felt his lips on my head first, he didn't ask further. I didn't speak until he took me to an unfamiliar place, a house.

"Marc?"

"Yeah?"

"Where are we?" I asked, taking a look around. I recognised the walls from my phone wallpaper—same being painted walls.

The way looked at me was funny. Like I asked him a most ridiculous question I could ever ask.

"Babe, did you get drunk and passed out last night?"

"Marc, where am I?" I wasn't in the mood to joke around.

"Home. Our home, baby"

"What?"

The walls were empty except for couple more pictures of Marc and I. Few potted plants orderly placed at the corners. The living room was neat. Too neat..there wasn't any Steven's books.

Marc closed the distance between us, his worried eyes following my gaze. He cupped my face gingerly, making me meet his eyes.

"How is Steven? Jake? You guys okay? Where did you go?" I didn't hesitate one bit.

"Who is Steven?"

My lungs expanded with air, but I couldn't breathe.

"Marc, this isn't funny" I heard my own heart beating uncomfortably in my ears. Blood rushed to my heart, pumping it faster second by second.

"Sweetheart, why don't we sit down and talk-"

"Where is Jake?"

"I don't know who that is"

"This isn't fucking funny as you think" I spat, my voice laced with pure panic and fear. I put a hand over my heart, a meek attempt to soothe it.

It's a prank. Just a stupid prank to get me back. They are playing a prank and it's not funny.

I convinced myself.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart..." he pressed his back of his hand on my forehead, "why don't you lie down on bed and rest, it's gonna be a while til mom and dad arrives to visit us."

Mom and Dad?

"Wha..my parents?"

"My parents, babe"

A chill ran down my spine. This has gone way too far now.

"This is not funny Marc!" "Steven! Jake! This isn't fucking funny as you think," I stumbled back, my legs bumping to couch, "Quit it!"

Marc eyebrows met together in worry. "Y/n, I don't know who they are" he said, slowly and calmly.

"Your..your mom is..she is dead..she.." I backed away from him, "No, no...after your brother died-"

I needed to get away, from here. This? This is not my home.

This is not Steven's flat.

"Y/n/n, what are you talking about? Randall called me yesterday, remember? He said he couldn't make it for the family dinner, it's gonna be just us, with my mom and dad-"

"Stop it, Marc! Steven, quit it!" cold sweat broke out, my legs wobblee "Just, stop it! Jake!" I shook my head vigorously. "please, stop it!"

They say sadness is blue, anger is red. I think fear is inky black. Black smoke swirled inside my head. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think.

"This is not my home!" I fully stumbled, falling back on the couch. Tears pooled freely in my eyes. My throat went dry from all the screaming. Yet, I didn't stop. I needed Steven, I needed Jake. I needed all three of them. This is not my home. "Steven! Steven! Jake!"

I called out in desperation, like a heartbroken mermaid calling out and watching her lover drown. Worst thing was I couldn't even see my lovers.

What level of hell was this? Am I dead? I always imagined hell to be red, fiery, surrounded with rotting flesh, and crimson, thick blood running around like river.

I never imagined hell would be a place I couldn't feel my lovers' presence. This must be my own, personal hell.

Is this an awful dream? I pinched my arm. This is not real, must be dream. I repeated it few more times in my head.

I could not wake up, I could not wake up.

Now the black smoke swirled around inside my ribcage, twisting, thick fog filling all my arteries and veins.

Where is Steven? Where is Jake?

"No, no, no, no, no. Why can't I wake up?" my eyes widened, my gaze firmly fixed on Marc's. Maybe if I tried harder, I can wake up from this nightmarish hell. I slapped my face. "I can't wake up" my voice was small and petrified, fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. Another slap to my face.

"Y/n/n,baby, no, no, stop!" he clasped my hand, which I raised for another slap, "Look at me–"

The last thing I could remember was Marc cupping my face, his doe-like eyes round with worry and fear. For the first time since we arrived to his 'home', he genuinely looked scared.

Everything went blindly bright for a second. Did I pass out? Then why it's not dark?

"Steven! Where are you?! Steven!"

I kept yelling. The light fades into familiar darkness. And once again, the siblings greeted me—fear and confusion. They sat on my chest, heavy and suffocating. They smirked at me with their ugly smiles, curved sharp upwards. I couldn't breathe.

I needed to go home. I needed to go where they are, my boys.

"Jake! Steven!" Steven-"

"Love? Love? Darling, open your eyes, please." I finally heard Steven's voice. He scrunched his nose. Worry lines was etched in his handsome face. He was cradling me in his lap, leaning over me. I could hear people talking in the TV background.

"Steven.." I was too scared to insinuate it as a question. I wanted, I needed him to be Steven.

"I'm here, I'm here, love" he scooped me into his arms, his accent thick and familiar.

A sob ripped through my chest, I cried out in relief. I let it all out, my tears staining his white t-shirt. I didn't care. My fists clenched handful of his t-shirt fabric.

"Steven, is this..is this real?" "Are you real?" I pulled back from his embrace.

"I'm here, this is real" he said softly, "I'm here now" he pressed his lips against my temple. "It was just a bad dream, love. You fell asleep watching the movie with me, remember?" he took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead to prove this was indeed real. My eyes took in the familiar surroundings, I was in Steven's flat—his books scattered on the table, two goldfishes swimming the tank. I will never complain and tell Steven to neatly pile his books. I'll never complain about burnt toast he makes.

I didn't even say his name, but I felt the shift in his body. "Princesa"

Oh, thank Gods. Jake.

New wave of sobs rippled through my chest. "Jake, are you real?"

Please say yes. Please say yes.

"Mi amor.."

"Please tell me this is real, Jake. Please.." I pleaded and cried, with no ounce of embarrassment. I didn't care how pathetic and desperate I looked or sounded.

He took my hand in his and pressed it flat against his chest, my eyes trailed the movement. "Do you feel that?" his voice was painfully soft. I nodded, glancing up back at his eyes. "I am real, princesa"

I pressed my face against his chest and shut my eyes, sniffling and smearing my tears and snot on his t-shirt. Again, I wasn't embarrassed, and Jake didn't mind it either. He didn't flinch once. I clung and held on to him like my life depended on it. It was the truth.

I pulled back from him sharply as another thought crossed my head. I looked at Jake's eyes without blinking. What if Marc wasn't here? That's not possible, right?

"Marc? Is he okay?"

I've never felt more terrified before.

"Si, Cariño" Jake's eyes, held on to my gaze for few more moments, as if he could read what made me act like this. He has never seen me terrified like this, none of them did. It must have been scary to them too, or at the least, rattled.

"You want to talk to him?" It wasn't really a question. His voice was tender. He knew I'd be calm if I saw him for myself. He let Marc front. Although, I had a doubt Marc wanted to front and hold me the moment I woke up screaming.

"Baby, you are alright now, you are safe" he pressed light kissed to my continuously. "You are safe now."

This time i didn't back away from him. I was home. I cannot imagine not loving them. I needed them, all of them. I gladly let him hold me, comfort me in his strong and loving arms. I let him whisper sweet things and rubbed my back soothingly.

My sobs died down eventually. I only got up and let go of him to wash and wipe my face. They definitely did not deserve to see more of my tears and snot. I chuckled to myself bitterly.

Marc asked me if I wanted to lie back down on couch, I refused. What if I wake up and went back to..that place again? Back to my hell?

Never again.

He didn't push me. Few moments later, they took turns to hold me in their arms and kiss me softly and whispered only sweet things in my ear. Steven got me tea. Marc ordered my favourite snacks and food. Jake wiped away fresh tears pooling at the corners of my eyes and kissed the spot between my eyes gently. They reminded me, and promised me they would never leave me.

I was finally back home, with my boys. I couldn't even imagine otherwise.

Was that a nightmare or did I get a glimpse of a world where Steven and Jake did not exist?

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