#BUT HAPPY ENDING IN ALL OF THEM

[zourringhard]

My fav fanfics (underrated version)

too good to be true by tatu28 (52k)

you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you. the one where louis doesn't eat, harry doesn't function and all they need is each other.

or: one lonely boy trying to heal another is love.

I Don't Wanna Face The Music by hereforh (95k)

Louis likes to think he's a pretty normal, typical lad. He likes spending nights at the pub with his mates, he loves football and is very close to his family. So when he moves to London for uni, he doesn’t think much will be different.

Until he makes these new friends who are nothing like his mates back home and change his life for the better - and this one boy who messes with his head from the get go and makes him question everything he has ever thought about himself.

I Still Wanna Dance With You by hereforh (88k+updating)

What happens when trying to mend a friend’s broken heart ends up making Harry and Louis finally face their painful past?

Or the one where after seven years without any contact, Harry and Louis are forced to see each other again on a lad’s reunion trip.

While almost everything has changed, they find out that a lot is still the same.

If it was easy, anyone would do it ! by Perfectdream(52k)

“I'm not changing my mind because you can finally admit that you miss me.”, Harry added, still whispering hoping that it would still convey his conviction. He couldn't speak louder, couldn't break the bubble they were in. It felt like home.

“I know...”, Louis breathed, pain interlaced with the words. Harry could feel it deep inside him. He was amazed at how much they were still connected. They had been one for so many years it was hard to dissociate himself from the love of his life. Louis will always be it.

“It's too late, Lou.”, Harry declared, his voice more sure than his heart.

“I'm aware.”, Louis murmured, broken but collected. “I guess I let the world make me lose sight of it all. And now I'm seeing clearly.”, he explained, his words painful to say and to hear too. It had to be said. Now. “I love you, I will always be utterly and tremendously in love with you, Haz.”, he hushed again and Harry's heart broke a little bit more.

Or

Almost 8 years of an unconditional love but now it's too late. Harry had to let go not to break apart.

Louis can't stop loving him, but is he ready to fight for it?

Can love be enough when dreams are broken?

Are we hiding from the light? by Perfectdream(138k)

Harry has a problem with addiction. When Gemma is called because he's passed out in a bar, she panics.

Out of ideas to help her brother, she calls Louis. He hasn't talked nor seen Harry for five years but he accepts to take him in for a few days, to help sort him out.

Days turn into weeks.

When the past and the present are tightly woven together, some things happen. Sometimes help comes in a different way.

Blown Away by Fandom_Larry (151k)

“Dude, does Japan even have gay people?”

What! Harry’s neck snaps to Blake. He better be bloody wrong or else he’s just signed himself up to a life sentence of loneliness. “I mean surely they do, right?” Zayn tacks on. He is useless at making Harry feel better. Clearly drunk or high; probably both. Scanning the area he looks for a familiar mop of wild caramel hair. Where’s Louis? Louis will help him.

Or, the one where Harry leaves Louis behind, changing the trajectory of their lives forever.

Be There by mission2feelike(179k)

Niall sits down dramatically, arms flopping to his side before he leans forward and looks right into Harry’s eyes. “So, your ex-boyfriend, who broke your heart four years ago, is coming to stay at your house for six weeks? And his daughter, your daughter, is coming to stay tonight?” Harry nods, worried if he speaks he’ll be yelled at again, but then Niall’s face softens, his ever-present smile is back and Harry hears him breathe out a small chuckle. “Okay, for the record, I think this is the worst idea you’ve ever had, but how can we help?"

or

The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same for waterlille (25k)

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

*

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

write this down by sunflouwerhabit (233k)

"And Louis responds by kissing him. He closes his eyes and presses their lips together and hopes it’s enough to distract from how those words cut and extracted critical pieces of his heart, his soul. Louis kisses Harry to avoid sobbing, yelling, pleading, begging him to never, ever use words like always or never or I promise, because they can’t. They don’t have an always. Nevers will forever remain a mere dream. Time has run out for commitments or oaths or pledges and if Louis is going to be okay- if he’s going to enjoy this time with Harry and then let him go and still feel whole- he can’t let himself start thinking long term. He can’t let this become emotional; something more than silliness and fun and sex.

He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week.

'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.'

Louis kisses him harder."

~~~

Harry leaves his hometown to find himself. Every road he takes has a single, fated destination.

the tis the damn season fic.

I thought we were forever by SweetieR (225k)

“I need time alone from you.” Louis’ heart skipped a beat. That he had not seen coming. “From me?” his voice shook. Harry nodded, another tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t understand, H.” “It’s-” “You want to go on holidays on your own or something?” frowned Louis, so very confused. A long silence settled. “Look, there’s no easy way to say this.” murmured Harry and he looked so in pain. “I like someone else. Like Like like. At least I think I do. I’m not sure. That’s why I need time alone.”

Or – Harry and Louis have been together for over 25 years, married for 20 of them. What happens when one night, Harry comes home telling Louis he thinks he’s in love with someone else. Can they work it out?

Given A Chance by Acciolarrykulos (230k)

“I'm still scared”

“Scared of what?”

“Messing things up”

Niall sighed. He was watching Harry's face intently.

“You won't. You won't mess things up but if things do go out of hand then people would be there to guide you. Just keep faith in yourself, Harry. Remember that you are strong. You are the strongest person I've ever met.”

Or Harry thought to move out of his home and do something big, better with his life. Spending hours wiping tables, serving alcoholic drinks to the locals and memorizing different shades of drunk and moody people, he finally told himself he was done. He needed something else. A change. But little did he know that searching for a change will lead him to a door. A door that held secrets from his past, secrets he didn't know existed.

  But the door was fabricated with happy colors, a promising future, a secure life and a past he left long behind unknowingly. Or rather someone who held the golden key to all the answers to his questions he thought he'd never ask.

My Worst Nightmare by BooBear411 (191k)

Louis bursts with excitement, squealing slightly in his arms, while Harry watches him with an amused and soft expression.

“Why are you so happy?”

“You never stay. Sometimes I feel like you are changing right in front of my eyes and that one day you’ll forget about me.” Louis whispers. “I just want us to always stay friends.”   “I’ll always be your friend, Lou. That will never change.”

~   Or the one where Louis' been in love with the same boy his whole life. Unfortunately, said boy hates Louis' guts and wants nothing to do with him anymore.

Come back to me by SweetieR (110k)

“I’ll be alright.” smiled Harry, stroking his husband’s face tenderly. But Louis was still frowning, his hands loosely wrapped around his husband's waist. “I just don’t like it. Something doesn’t feel right.” “Lou…” “I have a bad feeling about it all. Please, please don’t go.” Or : The one when Harry and Louis are soulmates - Louis is a teacher in middle school and Harry is a war reporter. One awful day after a terrible attack, Harry is announced dead and Louis’ entire world collapses. But what happens when five years later, US government rescues a very much alive Harry Styles and brings him back to his former life in the UK and most of all, back to his Louis?

I thought I was Narcissus but I am the lake by baciamigliocchi (146k)

In una soleggiata Firenze, ai piedi di un Gigante di pietra, due ragazzi si incontrano e si scontrano per la prima volta. Due mondi diversi, due visioni diverse, due storie diverse.

Harry Styles ha ventitré anni e un contratto in esclusiva con Gucci. Ha gli occhi verdi e un sorriso sghembo, oltre che tutto il mondo ai suoi piedi.

Louis Tomlinson di anni ne ha ventinove e di poche cose ha bisogno nella vita. Una di queste è sicuramente la sua macchina fotografica.

E mentre Firenze racconta una storia d'amore che non è solo una semplice storia d'amore, il mondo tace e la ascolta.

Immergetevi con me nelle sue infinite strade, chiudete gli occhi e immaginate la bellezza della città che ci ospiterà in questo viaggio: culla di un amore impossibile.

Pensiamo tutti di essere Narciso, ma invece la vita ci inganna e siamo il Lago.

a thousand miles away (from the day that we started) by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) (88k)

Finally caught up with what Niall’s proposing, Harry is taken aback by the reminder of the time capsule box they had set in his family’s old bungalow back when they had just left Sixth Form.

It’s not that he had never thought about it. He might’ve thought about it more frequently in the weeks and months following their stay, once or twice when Harry himself had been back there. But it was not something that, unlike Niall, Harry had been interested enough in to set up a reminder for ten years later.

Maybe five years ago it still would’ve mattered to him. Given the circumstances now and how much his life has changed, those letters remained buried in the back of his mind, just like they probably still are next to one of the trees at his family property.

Five years after his break up with Louis and ten since they've left school, Harry finds himself hosting a reunion at his family bungalow, having to face his ex again and the feelings he had left behind.

Or, a time capsule au

Blood and Moon by Evinaadlene (107k) (part 1)

“Is that... him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia's eyes stay locked on the one in red, same as many around. The effect must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret.

In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate.

Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD

Blood and Bones by Evinaadlene (191k)(part2) and part 3 on the way

“I thought I told you to not to lie to me.” Zayn says eyeing the gracious form reflected in the mirror with reluctance. All he wanted was to trace his fingers along the markings on his skin. His sinful beauty reeked perfection like a cruel joke meant to lure him. Snare him. He's is nothing but his own curse... poison. “I’ve never lied to you.”Harry slurs, eyes fixed on the floor. He doesn't looking up. Zayn wants to strangle him with bare hands right there… to wrap his fingers around the long, perfect neck of his and throttle him. The nerve he has - even in such a weak state, all Harry seemed to want to do was to provoke him.

In a world where the Vampires have taken over, the remaining Lycan, Human and Warlock factions are hunted and oppressed. Everything is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the dictator Vampire King, gets dragged into the chessboard of power-play that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate with an unfortunate, toxic love. Or where Louis yearns to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when many of his allies want him DISPOSED. Part 2 of the Blood Right Series. Heed the warnings... because I do mean them.

I can be your China doll (if you wanna see me fall) by Poisonlana (134k)

La famosa estrella de pop, Harry Styles, y el estancado escritor, Louis Tomlinson, no recuerdan haberse conocido hasta que por obra del destino comparten un viaje en tren que los transporta al pasado.

"¿Será como si nunca lo hubiera conocido?" inquiere. Puede sentir la inseguridad palpable en su voz. Se siente igual a una daga en medio de su garganta.

Zayn lo mira como si Louis aún no entendiera la magnitud de lo que está a punto de hacer.

"Será como si Harry Styles nunca hubiese nacido"

O un AU inspirado en la película Eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos.

[k3n999]

A crossover no one asked for...

except me.

[abandoned-quiche]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BTW. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR HATE FOR THEM ON MY POST

[bixels]

The final TF2 issue really got to me. Spoilers, but it’s the reveal that all of this suffering and murder and war over gravel and shitty land was for nothing but senseless, bottomless hatred. That the administrator can’t even remember where this revenge plot started as she flashes through different false memories of her parents’ deaths. There was never a tragic backstory or justification, only terrible people doing despicable things. And despite how crass and stupid and unserious TF2 is, the story subverts every expectation by showing the survivors and inheritors willingly breaking the cycle. Ms. Pauling lies to the administrator and chooses not to save her, and finally lets her die. (Hurts even more if you read into the subtext that Ms. Pauling is in love with the administrator.) She lets the final cache of Australium go and walks away from the burden and legacy of a century-old bloodfeud. Hale lets Gray’s daughter go and live her life freely. Spy is the first to arrive at Scout’s house and meet his big family, finally takes off his mask, and helps with the kids. Even Merasmus exhaustedly makes peace with himself and Soldier and chooses not to curse him or something. There’s nothing to finish, no promises to keep, and no one to avenge. The only thing to do is break the cycle and walk away.

It feels odd how happy and warm everything is, but it feels so right and earned. These bloodthirsty, awful, violent men were expendable cogs in a machine of endless violence, and they found a way out. It’s a genuinely great message about letting go the past that burdens you and finding the will and a way to hit the bricks, change, and be happy. Maybe they don’t technically deserve happiness, but they’ve got it nonetheless, and they’re not gonna let it go to waste. They’re still all crazy and violent, but on their own terms now and with people who love them! Smiles.

[sunshine-zenith]

Wow I sure do love the Arcane ending where Viktor and Jayce reset the universe to be identical to the No Hextech universe, except Vi gets to be alive and the main characters keeps their memories but none of the trauma, and Viktor, Jayce, and Mel get to have a big poly steampunk wedding. My favorite part was when Caitlyn caught the bouquet and Vander and Silco immediately started bickering about how Vi should propose, while Jinx begins teasing her sister. I also liked the part where Ekko and Jinx became Art/Science double majors and everyone was happy

10/10 finale

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[plagueislost]

i love being late to trends. my new years resolution is to be late to every trend ever. and you know im serious because im even late to new years.

(theres an inverse version of this by @chamiryokuroi , you should go check it out! i started making this before i saw theirs, but i think its cool that now theres both versions)

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade explaining to Althea why he's brought home the guy he kidnapped three days ago and eventually fell madly in love with

[ionomycin]

Dame Aylin and Isobel...

[callmeizukunotdeku]

Jason starts working with the Bats and he feels guilty. He is guilty.

Sure, he wasn't in his right mind during the Tower incident, not entirely, but he was in his right mind when he was planning it. The Pit could only take over for so long.

So maybe, when things start to get better between him and the bats, he takes up a case with Robin.

It's an easy case, but he's still impressed by how quickly Robin solves it.

Maybe Tim smiles when he solves the case and Jason ruffles his hair and tells him he did a good job--because god, Tim's just a kid; how could he not?

And maybe Tim keeps coming back after that.

Maybe Tim keeps solving all of Red Hood's cases before Jason can. Maybe Tim keeps taking over for Jason and maybe Jason starts to feel less guilty and more pissed off because he knows that he never fully thought things through as Robin and he knows that Bruce took on Tim as Robin because he did. He knows Tim is the smart Robin, but Tim has neither the right nor reason to rub it in his face, so maybe he snaps at Tim--tells him to get the fuck out of sight, tells him that he might not be the smartest person in the room but he's not some fucking idiot, tells him that he knows what he's doing and he doesn't need some fucking kid just going around solving his cases for him. Maybe, Jason tells Tim that he's not needed.

And maybe the guilt comes back when Tim leaves with tears in his eyes.

But, Jason thinks, all the guilt in the world isn't enough to override the anger and let Tim back in, not after he called Jason an idiot with everything but his words.

And then, maybe Jason is working a case and it expands past his territory and he finds himself in the cave, working with Batman. Maybe neither of them can solve it and Tim walks in, excitedly talking to Dick about something. (Jason isn't listening too closely.)

Maybe Bruce calls Tim over and Jason flinches--he didn't remember Bruce ever being that harsh when he was Robin.

Maybe Tim solves the case and Bruce turns back to Jason and starts planning their next step without so much as a thank you.

Maybe it's odd, to Jason, how Bruce and Tim don't act like a Batman and Robin to each other, and that thought sticks with him, bugging him whenever he has a quiet moment, so maybe a week or two passes before he asks Dick about it.

Maybe Dick's smile is sad when he explains how they've always been like that. Tim, always striving for attention, Bruce never giving it. Maybe Bruce's standards rose above what was physically possible in the wake of Jason's death and maybe Dick sobs himself to sleep every once in a while because that hasn't stopped tim from trying.

Maybe Tim was okay for a bit whenever Dick was in town because he could help Dick on cases and Dick would smile and applaud every little thing he did, but Dick lived in a different city, so Tim couldn't help as much with Dick's cases as he could with Bruce's.

Maybe, Dick says something under his breath--a passing comment about how surprised he is that Tim didn't come to Jason and try to solve all his cases just for a kind word or two, hoping that maybe the Red Hood's love of kids and their happiness would extend to him.

Maybe Jason feels his stomach drop as the final piece of the puzzle clicks in place--how at first, Tim came with cases every so often, smiled and leaned in whenever Jason said a kind word to him, and how, when Jason started thinking that Tim was doing this to spite Jason was when he stopped giving that praise to Tim, which had the boy solving more and more cases for him, working harder and harder without being asked just so that maybe--maybe Jason would tell him he did a good job. Jason wondered just how far Tim would go if someone promised him a smile.

Maybe the guilt is too much for him and he pushed it down, only saying, "I don't think he'd risk it--not after the Tower."

Maybe Dick has something sad in his eyes when he says, "He's done more for less."

Maybe Jason tries again to bring Tim into his cases, but Tim refuses, promises not to intrude, promises he learned his lesson, and maybe Jason cries because Tim has never asked for an apology after Titan's Tower, but one hint that he's overstepped and Tim begs forgiveness.

Maybe Jason focuses a little too much on how to bring Tim closer--make him feel loved again and make it clear that Jason just didn't understand what Tim that Tim was trying to help--make sure Tim knew he was welcome.

But maybe Tim refused.

And maybe, Jason got so focused on Tim that he stopped focusing on patrol and got over his head. Maybe, just on pure happenstance, Tim was nearby that night and he couldn't let anything happen to his Robin.

Maybe Tim swooped in to save the day and Jason grabbed onto his wrist when he tried to leave.

Maybe Tim apologized but Jason just pulled him in and hugged him--a full hug, one arm around Tim's back, the other, tucking Tim's head into his chest, and maybe Jason said, "Thank you so much, Robin. I needed you to save me."

Maybe Tim cried when it happened. Maybe, under his mask, Jason was crying as well. Maybe, they got closer after that, Jason, needing to be trusted to care for something and Tim just needing to be cared for.

And it takes time, but maybe there comes a day when Jason looks Tim in the eye and tells him that he's important and valuable and incredibly loved regardless of whether or not he's needed. Maybe it take a few years before Tim believes him, and when he does, he hugs Jason and cries into his arms, but it's okay because Jason knew it would happen sooner or later, and it's okay, it's okay, he has tissues.

Maybe Jason apologizes for what happened at the Tower and Tim admits that he forgave him for that a while ago.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Who could say for sure?

[asknillamilkfam]

First of all, congratulations!! Love this family lol. Now for my question, did Shadow Milk ever tell the beasts about his children or does he plan to?

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[mitskikissme]

anybody else a jeanscott enjoyer?

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.

[gridbox]

[during the driver's parade]

ollie: yknow, i read something that said at least one in five people in a group are gay

charles: oh, i hope max is. he is aggressively beautiful.

lando: no, no, i hope it's osc. he's just stupidly perfect

nico: [eavesdropping] what're the chances gabi is?

ollie: [can't believe this is happening right now]

[hinamie]

long way home

[shouyuus]

18+, college roommate!vi cinematic universe thigh-riding, questionable vape-usage, oral (vi receiving), smut with a fluffy ending

"s-sweet fuck, pretty girl -- j-just -- just like that --"

you let out a soft whimper, rutting your hips over her flexed thigh, whining as she leans back, a palm resting on your waist, the other clutching her hot pink vape, bringing it up to her lips for a long hit before tugging you down, blowing the dragonfruit-flavored smoke into your mouth.

you suck in, tasting the bright tang of the vape smoke as your pussy clenches, your clit throbbing as you chase your orgasm, grinding down over vi's leg as she groans thick in the back of her throat, her eyes dark and hazed out as she watches you with parted lips.

"like -- like that?" you ask, your voice high and desperate even as vi bites her lips, letting her head fall back against the wall of her room, her cheeks high with color as you reach down and wedge a hand between your bodies, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts to thumb clumsily at her clit. she keens, fingers digging into your waist as she jerks you against her, your juices now so sticky on her thighs that it squelches every time you rut your hips forwards and back.

"fuck -- yeah... mm --" she shifts, hoisting you further up just to meld her mouth with yours, licking into your mouth as your pace stutters and you groan, fingers clutching at her shoulders, her biceps, steadying yourself on her arms as she kisses a harsh line down your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the junction of your throat. "shit, you're so -- so hot, so pretty--"

"vi -- vi -- m'so close --" your lashes flutter as you feel the familiar twist in your gut, the warm already spilling through your limbs.

she chuckles, "c'mon princess --" she tugs on your chin, blowing another puff of smoke in your face, smirking when your breath hitches, "look at me -- wanna see your face when you fuck yourself stupid on my thighs --"

the tension in your belly snaps, your whole body shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. and vi -- she guides you through it, groaning out long and low as she feels you twitch over her, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you ride out your own orgasm against her. you eyes flicker but she keeps you upright, forcing you to look at her even as the edges of your vision fizz out into white sparks of pleasure.

she kisses you as you come down, grinning at the way you whine when she pulls away for another hit of the vape, opening her mouth as you press back in, your fingers finding the soaked folds of her cunt, pressing in, her kissing you as smoke wreathes out the corners of your mouths. you trade the same breath back and forth till you lose count, till you can't figure if the sweetness is the smoke or just the tingling addiction of her mouth on yours.

"mm... wow, princess -- that was --" she hiccups as you press a line of sloppy kisses down her neck, the pale, lamp-kissed bend of her shoulder, the small divot between her breasts, pausing to lave your tongue over her nipples, the piercings there cold as you suck them between your soft lips. your revel in the way she gasps then, the way her fingers bite into your skin.

you reach up wordlessly to tug the vape from her slack fingers, her eyes half-lidded and alight with a loose, liquid hunger as she watches you work down the length of her body.

"you're so wet, vi..." you murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone, smiling up at her as you tug on the waistband of her boyshorts. she lifts her hips, her cheeks darkening as she clears her throat.

"yeah well -- 's not like you can blame me -- oh shit --"

her head thunks back against the wall as you dig your nose into the thin trail of hair that leads to her sopping folds, the slick there glistening in the wane light. you only allow yourself a second to admire her before bringing the vape to your lips and sucking in a breath of the synthetically sweet smoke, and then you're lowering your mouth to her and pressing your tongue into her slow, moaning long and loud, your eyes fixed on her face, watching for the twitch of her lips, the slack in her jaw.

"jesus christ -- mm-mngh --!"

you fight back a grin as she whimpers, her thighs tightening on either side of your face. her fingers dig through your hair as she forces her eyes open to look down at you, an open, needy expression on her face that you doubt she'd willingly show to anyone else. but the knowledge that you can bring her to such pleasure quickens your own pulse and drives you forward as you give her clit a hard suck and she keens again -- that gorgeous, high, helpless sound even as she presses you harder against her folds and jerks against your face, guiding you into a rhythm that suits her needs.

"fuck, fuck, fuck princess --" she lets out a string of incoherent swears as you feel her shove your face into her harder and harder, and all you can do is offer up your mouth, your tongue, anything and everything you can till she shakes apart above you, her release coating your lips and dripping down your chin.

you lap at it hungrily, savoring the salty-sweet-tang even as she finally relaxes her thighs and you manage to pull yourself up for a breath. your face is sticky, and honestly, so is she, but her laughter is warm when she tugs you up to give you a lingering kiss.

your head is a smoke-filled euphoria of half-formed thoughts as the pair of you collapse, boneless, sweaty, and sated onto her messy sheets. she kicks off her boyshorts, leaving her just as naked as you already were as she curls around you, her arms solid and strong, yours curled against her chest, your fingers splayed over the smooth expanse of her skin, tracing abstract shapes as you turn to face her.

"you got somethin' on your face there, sweets," she says, rubbing at thumb down your slick-covered chin. you crinkle your nose, turning to wipe your face messily against her bicep even as she laughs.

"mm... why didn't we do this sooner?" you ask, curling into her, your faces inches apart.

"what, this like -- smoke each other out and have amazing, mind-blowing sex?" vi asks, grinning.

you giggle, shaking your head, "no! i mean -- well, yes, but like... this.." you reach out and cup her cheek, the touch so gentle it stills you both.

vi sighs, shrugging, "dunno, cupcake. i -- i guess i was caught up in..." her eyes cast about her room, the band posters and hand-scribbled workout notes tacked to her wall, "in wondering if you -- if you felt the same about me, i just..."

you purse your lips around a burgeoning smile, "you just... forgot to ask me?"

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. we get it -- you had to make the first move but --" her eyes soften, and so does her voice, "at least we're here now, right?"

"mm," you nod, inching closer, "and we've still got another six months left on the lease."

"six months is a long time," vi says, her voice husky as she rubs a thumb along your cheek.

"yeah... plenty, if we're trying to make up for lost time but..." you hesitate over a held breath, "what happens after?"

"after... we both graduate?"

"yeah."

for a moment, vi's silent. and all around you, the future stretches out like the moonless night, tendrils of shadow reaching like spindled fingers into the unknown future.

"after that... i go wherever you go, cupcake."

you blink, eyes meeting hers, a startled spark of uncertainty rising within you.

"you..."

vi smiles, a crooked, honest thing of lips and teeth. she hooks her ankles around yours and presses your foreheads. her hand comes up to caress the back of your neck.

"if you think i'll ever let you go again after all that... you've got another thing comin', princess."

you let out a relieved laugh, leaning in for a kiss.

"right. i guess the orgasm really was that good, huh?"

vi laughs too then, a soft, breathy sound.

"sure. but really... i mean it. i'm yours, cupcake. for as long as you'll have me."

your lashes flutter; your heart skips. then, you're the one pulling her in for a kiss, one that's sweet as it is consuming. the skin-scalding simmer of a long-burning flame, a spark catching hold on a breath of summer wind.

"i might not be a theoretical physicist, but from what i've heard, forever is a really long time," you say. and vi, to her credit, only takes a second before understanding blossoms in her eyes and she pulling you to her, crushing you in a stomach-turning embrace.

"you're my everything, princess. you know that?"

you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. the room smells like sex and sweat and the soft perfume of your shared shampoo. you grin, a giddy heat pluming up your chest to coil at the back of your throat.

"and you're mine, vi."

vi puffs out a breath, her voice just a tiny bit shaky as she cradles your head in her palm.

"yeah. i know, sweets. i know i am."