#a little bit of fluff

[tonystarktogo]

headcanon that once while they were out in public rhodey thought it would be a funny joke to grab and hold tony's hand. he totally expected tony to get out of his grip, but tony just held his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

If anything Tony tightened his grip when Rhodey wanted to pull back, and when Rhodey turned to look at him questioningly, Tony smiled a brilliant, happy smile and well, the end of the story is Tony dragged a stupefied Rhodey around by his hand for the rest of the day.

What surprised Rhodey even more is that Tony took this incident as a blanket permission to reach for Rhodey’s hand whenever he wanted–which, it turns out, happens to be a lot. And it’s not like Rhodey’s complaining about it. It’s just. Not at all what he suspected.

Meanwhile Tony just continues dragging him around, beaming happily the entire time.

[plq-to]

I just realised that Julian could play iMessage games. Granted some games would be harder to play than others, but I imagine he'd enjoy himself quite a bit. It'd probably also strengthen his abilities a little, because he'd have to concentrate on the differences in time, speed and pressure for certain games.

Also, consider this: Julian could play iMessage games with Mike. It's part of their bonding time.

[lovehelpmewrite]

I Need You To Pull Over!

Title: “I need you to pull over!”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1,708

Summary: A little angsty, and little fluffy. Written for Rose’s 21st birthday drinking challenge, with the prompt “I need you to pull over!” And Silver Patron tequila.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, vomiting, drunkenness, police, semi-nudity (?) (This is the first fic I’ve posted so please be gentle)

It wasn’t unusual for me and the boys to go to a bar after a hunt. It also wasn’t unusual for me to get a beer or two after a particularly hard hunt. 

However, on nights like this, when people got hurt –like Sam breaking his arm because he was trying to save my ass, and the woman we were helping getting a concussion and now being unconscious for the last few days, probably in a coma– it wasn’t unusual for me to throw back a few more. 

I started out how I always do, a beer and a few tears shed in a rant to Dean, who always discarded these type of talks; whether I was grateful for that or not remains to be seen. One beer turned into two, and then a glass of whiskey, and then vodka shots, and then tequila shots. Somehow I ended up with the whole bottle of silver patron tequila but I couldn’t complain at a welcome distraction. 

I drank and I hustled pool, and I flirted with some guy from Vancouver Canada until finally, probably sometime like 3 am, Dean dragged me away from the bar. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home so you can sleep this off,” he muttered, gently pushing me forward and holding me up at the same time. 

“I’m not even drunk!” I slurred. 

He just let out a sigh, “Sure you’re not, now stay here a sec I gotta go get Sam.”

I nodded seriously before melting into a pile of giggles. He just shook his head and headed back towards one of the booths, leaving me by the door. I quickly got tired of standing there and headed out to Baby. 

“I swear Sammy if she left with some guy-” I heard Dean speak angrily while he pulled out his keys. He stopped once he saw me sprawled out on Baby’s hood, my boots discarded somewhere. 

“Guys, what if- what if I’m just not a good person? What if that girl dies.” I stuttered out. 

“I forgot she was a sad drunk,” Sam said quietly, a sad smile working on his face. 

“Sammy what if I killed her,” I whispered staring at him, tears welling up in my eyes. 

He just smiled sadly at me and leaned down over me and let me lazily wrap myself around him in a tight hug. 

“Alright, into the backseat,” Sam instructed, opening the door and leading me inside. I reluctantly plopped down onto the smooth leather and smiled up at him, tears still running down my cheeks. He just shut the door and got in front as Dean started her up. 

“Sammy you’re- you’re the best you know that?” I stuttered, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind. 

“Forgot she was a touchy drunk too,” Sam said, letting out a small laugh. 

“You know it’s all on me. I don’t know why you guys keep me around,” I said slightly angry, more at myself than at them. 

I wiped my face agitatedly, sliding over in the back seat so I was behind Dean. I rested my arms on the back of his neck and rested my head on my forearm so my face was just next to his head. 

“You know i-i love you, Dean. I love both you guys. You’re just so…great. You know?” I asked as if he knew, as if he could possibly comprehend how much they’d changed my life. I wiped off a few more tears before leaning back against my seat. It was too hot and I took off my flannel and jeans before attempting and failing, to take off my tank top. And then suddenly my earlier booze made an appearance. 

Normally I can hold my liquor but there was just something about patron that never settled right. 

“Alright Dean, I need you to pull over! Like now unless you want vomit in your car.” 

I’ve never felt him stop a car so fast. 

I quickly stumbled out of the back before landing on my knees, throwing up my guts half naked on the side of the road. Dean was quick to come to my side, pulling my hair up away from my face while Sam rubbed my back awkwardly. And as if my embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, bright blue and red lights flashed in our direction before pulling over just as I finished retching the worst out. Dean quickly wrapped his flannel around my waist as Sam helped me shakily stand. 

“Public nudity” and “public drunkenness” charges were placed on me by the officer, and then when Dean got a little too…handsy shall we say, he was placed into custody too for “public drunkenness” “driving while intoxicated” and “assaulting an officer”.

The next morning I woke in jail, missing my shoes, my pants, and my dignity. 

“The hell?” I groaned, shielding my face from the harsh jail lights. I lifted my head and looked around slightly, keeping the turning to a minimum because it only made my head throb worse than it did when I sat still. 

I was laid with my head on Dean’s thigh, the two of us on a prison cot behind tan painted iron bars. “What the fuck did I do last night?” I groaned out, laying my head back on Dean’s leg and rubbing my hands over my face. 

“Well, first you got drunk and then on the way back…home, you made me pull over and you jumped out half naked and throwing up,” Dean stated with a sigh. 

“And you are in here why?” I asked, peeking up at him from under the arm I had draped over my face. 

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?” Dean joked, smiling. I just flipped Dean off but couldn’t seem to hide the smile on my face either.

We just sat for hours, Dean occasionally humming rock songs or telling his best pickup lines for me to judge. We ended up playing a game of my own design after Dean bragged about being able to tell you the name of any song from one line. 

“Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,” I said, laying on the floor with my eyes closed. 

“Fortunate Son, Creedence Clearwater Revival,” Dean replied, leaning against the wall across from me. 

“Uh, gimme a sec,” I said, furrowing my brows as I tried to think of an obscure lyric. 

“Valhalla I am coming.” 

“Immigrant song, Zeppelin.” 

“That’s bullshit, how could you possibly know that!” I yelled, sitting up quickly and staring at him. I quickly pressed a hand to my forehead soon after, my head spinning with the act of moving too fast. 

“I know good music, what can I say?” Dean replied, smiling tiredly at me. “That’s not even a difficult lyric to guess,” he added. “You okay?” 

“Yeah just hungover still I guess,” I replied, squinting my eyes a bit as a new headache started pulsing in my head. I laid back down on the floor and draped an arm over my eyes keep out the light once more. 

“You two, up,” an officer suddenly said, keys jingling loudly as he unlocked the cell door. 

“I gotta cuff you while I walk you out, protocol and whatnot, hands out.” I just nodded and held my wrists out and together while he cuffed me and then Dean. The officer led the way out down a few hallways and turns before he opened a door out into what had to be the police station lobby. 

“So what’s going on Officer?” Dean asked carefully, looking around when suddenly Sam and a woman came out of another door. “Jody,” Dean said smiling while the officer uncuffed the both of us. He looked at the officer before correcting himself. “Sheriff Mills, nice to see you again.” 

She nodded and smiled, pulling him into a quick hug before turning to me. “And you missy, haven’t seen you in a while. Told the officer here you were just having a rough night with your grandma dying, right?” Sheriff Mills said, obviously hoping for me to catch on. I nodded and faked a sad face as I looked down before I hugged her. “I really appreciate you coming down here to get us, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said faking familiarity as best I could. 

She smiled at me knowingly before speaking, “Well I guess you’d be in jail.” After a short conversation with the officer, we all walked out to the car. “Next time you want to see me don’t get arrested okay, that took too many favors and a crap ton of legwork and paperwork,” The woman suddenly said as soon as we were a safe speaking distance from the police station. 

“Listen Jody we really appreciate it,” Dean replied, rubbing his wrists absently from the cuffs. 

She turned to me, “And you, haven’t met you yet, but from the way these boys talk about you I can guess you’re y/n.” I nodded, waiting for her to introduce herself. “Sheriff Jody Mills, it was nice to meet you but I better be getting back to Sioux Falls. And boys?” She called as they started walking away. “Don’t get arrested anymore.” 

Dean smiled and nodded, “You got it, thanks again for the help.” 

Sam waved before getting into the Impala and handing Dean the keys while I got into the backseat, finding my jeans and flannel discarded on the floor. 

“What the hell did I do last night?” I asked. Sam and Dean just smiled knowingly before we pulled out of the parking lot and Baby’s engine rumbled down the road.

And that’s the story of how I met Jody Mills as she bailed me and Dean out of jail.

[artemistorm]

Wild and legend, Wild's jewelry collection?

"So this one helps keep me cool in hot places and this one keeps me warm in cold places. That circlet that you're admiring gives me protection from guardians," Wild said holding up the two circlets.

"Nice! and what about these earrings? Are they enchanted too?" Legend asked setting down the diamond circlet and pointing to the earrings pinned to a piece of brown felt.

"They sure are! The topaz earrings are shock resistant, the opal earrings help me swim faster, and the amber earrings--which I'm wearing right now--are my personal favorite. They give me a general defense boost."

"So all of your jewelry uses gemstone-based magical boosts?" Legend asked. "Very functional. And pretty. You'll have to introduce me to your jeweler when we get to your Hyrule."

"Oh yeah, sure thing!" Wild said, putting the jewelry back into the wooden box labeled "CANNED FISH" that he kept them in.

"These are nice and all, but... I just have one question." Legend said.

"What is it?" Wild asked.

"Where are all the rings?"

[ambssssssssss]

If the world was ending

Tuesday, December 5, 2023 11:26 p.m. 

San Antonio, Texas

“You’d find me, right?” 

The question, as out of the blue as it was, takes a moment to register in Juliana’s brain. She has to shift focus suddenly, going from the complicated equation on the paper in front of her-why on earth she decided to minor in math, she’ll never know-to trying to figure out the somewhat ambiguous meaning of Valentina’s question. 

“What?” Juliana looks over to where Valentina is laying across her bed. It’s really more of their bed these days but Juliana still technically lives in the dorms. Valentina has a book full of early American literature open in front of her but her eyes are focused on Juliana, who had taken up post at the desk rather than lay on the bed. Both of them knew that no studying would get done if they were both lying on the bed, and this close to finals, neither of them could afford a missing assignment. 

“The song,” Valentina gestures vaguely in the direction of the speaker where soft music is playing. Juliana had tuned the music out so she wouldn’t be distracted by thoughts of Val’s eclectic and expansive music taste. “If the world was ending, you’d find me, right?” 

“I’m here right now, aren’t I?” Juliana asks teasingly, throwing a half hearted glare down at her the work on the desk as Valentina rolled her eyes. 

“Finals aren’t the end of the world, Juls.” 

“Says the woman who doesn’t have to take any.” 

“Would you rather write five 10 page research papers?” Valentina grinned victoriously when Juliana emphatically disagreed. “That’s what I thought. But, seriously, if the world was ending, what would you do?” 

“I haven’t really thought about it,” Juliana tossed her pencil onto the desk and spun the chair all the way around so she was fully facing her girlfriend. “I mean, after living in this pandemic for so long, I guess I didn’t want to think about the end of the world anymore.” 

Valentina hummed her agreement. The coronavirus pandemic was officially over, but the effects of the nearly two-year quarantine were still as present as ever. There were still some days that Valentina reached to put on a mask before she went anywhere out of pure habit. The return to normal society was slow going and hindered by constant spikes of cases with new, more deadly variants of the virus. 

“I’d look for you first,” Valentina declared after a moment of silence in which she could feel Juliana looking at her curiously. 

“What about your dad? Or Eva and Guille?” Juliana asked thoughtfully. She was fully aware that Valentina was somewhat on the outs with her family, both her older sister and her father struggling to accept Valentina’s sexuality and Juliana’s place in her life. “If the world was ending, that would be your last chance to talk to them.” 

“Yeah, but I’d rather spend my last moments with someone who I know truly loves and accepts me,” Valentina offered Juliana a smile, soft and bright. “That’s you. And maybe I’d call Guille after I see you.” 

“Works for me,” Juliana rose from the desk chair and approached the bed, moving Valentina’s textbook out of the way. “I’d call my mom while you talked to Guille.” 

“So you’d find me first?” Valentina rolls so she’s lying on her side and Juliana slips onto the bed with her. 

“Of course,” Juliana shakes her head like she can’t believe Val would think she’d do anything else. “Val, you’re the most important person in my life. If the world was ending, I wouldn’t rest until I found you.” 

“Such a sweet talker,” Valentina let out a laugh that was silenced by Juliana’s lips on hers. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” Juliana kissed her again. “But if I get an F on that assignment, it’s your fault. You distracted me.” 

Valentina’s grin turned seductive and she lifted her hand to lightly stroke her fingertips along the back of Juliana’s neck, right below her ear. 

“Baby, I was just making conversation,” Valentina leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss against Juliana’s pulse point. “Now, I’m distracting you.” 

Juliana laughed but didn’t protest as Valentina moved to kiss her again, harder and deeper than before. She didn’t mind being distracted by Valentina, even if it meant she’d have to finish her homework in the morning. She could handle waking up early for that. There would always be other mornings for her to laze in bed with her love. 

Right?

[laptopcius]

Galaxy (Hayan[MC]/Murphy)

Since a few people actually shown interest in my Murphy fic, I share it with you. I hope this update will give me more inspiration for stories like this and our favorite Cerberus will have a lot of screntime.

Please, let me now, if there are any mistakes, I’m not a native English speaker.

Anyway, enjoy and see you tomorrow, when, I hope, update will be out!

Throughout centuries of guarding gate to land of dead, Cerberus long ago came to conclusion there were things worse than death. He even dared to state that death wasn’t in fact so bad. Especially now, when Hades was too preoccupied with the whole old gods’ case to pay closer attention to condemned in Tartarus and didn’t restrict wild parties in Elysian Fields. One of their regular participants was Charon, whose absence led to terrible cues on Styx’s edges and fights between souls waiting on transport.

Nevertheless, death itself wasn’t so terrible. Just an ordinary transition from one dimension to another, preceded by more or less scary circumstances. Cerberus was unable to comprehend, why people were making such a tragedy out of it, until Artemis has died in his arms for the first time.

And then for the second time. And third. And the next one, and next, and next. At certain point Cerberus stopped counting their farewells. It didn’t matter, how many times he’d lost her, it always hurt just as much. He was ashamed to admit it, but when she died the last time, he didn’t even accompanied her. He holed up in his room and waited for Hades’ arrival. Her facial expression told him everything. A curse once again came true and old gods died one more time. Artemis too.

If it was at least normal death, then he could’ve found her soul in the afterlife. However, she’s vanished for dozen years, then reborn in the next body, unaware of her own identity and power. Cerberus was observing her in different incarnations, a young woman with love for sports. Every time he promised himself he wouldn’t get attached to her, just to fail spectacularly once again. It seemed she was written into his destiny as inevitably, as death was written into hers.

Yet in this incarnation everything looked even worse. Cerberus got used to his suffering, well, he long ago stopped caring about it, but he couldn’t stand a thought of hurting someone else. Especially someone like Adrian, his close friend, comrade he could always mutually count on. Cerberus had no r i g h t to feel something towards Hayan, no matter of her divine origin. Who he even was to care so deeply about a goddess? Even if the curse wasn’t a thing, Cerberus condemned himself for an eternal misery.

Well, he didn’t care. As long as he could immerse himself in her light, he didn’t wish for anything more. As a beast he couldn’t count for anything else.

At least that what he thought. But after that memorable accident, when she called out his name so desperately in the first place, even though they fell out few months before, a glim of hope appeared in his heart. And he, ravenous for her warm, couldn’t stay away anymore. Within a couple of days they reestablished their relationship completely. In fact, they took it even further. For the first time in forever Cerberus let himself to be egoistic and pursue the goddess he longed his entire existence. She wasn’t with Adrian anymore and she seemed to some degree interested in him. Who was he to say ‘no’ to her? Even if he was to lost her again, he wouldn’t back down.

Just once… just once he wanted to taste love. Bitter, unrequited, selfish, but h i s. It was enough of an honor to have Hayan accepting his feelings. He was ready for anything to bring her even a glimpse of happiness.

He’d sacrificed everything for her. His position, his pride, his life.  

Those were the thoughts that guided him to whirlwind of battle with Minotaur. Hound against bull. One beast against the other. All for Hayan to help her achieve her goal. Determined, he didn’t even felt any pain, until Minotaur didn’t throw him against the walls of labyrinth. With the greatest pain Cerberus picked himself up from the floor and helped Aphrodite leave. He limped, a few of his ribs were broken, light-orange blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth and bruises covered his entire body, but he felt fulfilled.

He helped her. Thanks to him she was one step closer to break the curse. Thanks to him she could control her power better.

No, not thanks to him. She always had it in her, she just had to recall it. And he was honored to experience it with his own two eyes.

He fell on a bed with no strength. Despite his pleadings, Hades didn’t allow him to move anywhere and ordered him to recover first. He agreed with her reluctantly. He was exhausted. Yet he still wanted to go after Hayan, check if she was alright, even if she didn’t bother to approach him after the fight.

He swallowed his disappointment. She had her own matters to attend to. It’s not like she owned him anything. What’s more, she saw his true form. Maybe she got scared, maybe she was disgusted. Sole thought of it made him sick to the stomach.

His eyelids closed on their own. There was no point on dwelling on it now. He couldn’t take back time and he couldn’t change, who he was. He could only hope for another day with her.

At least one more day. Then, if she asks him, he’ll let her go.

He woke up a few hours later due to the pain in his wrongly placed arm. He rubbed his eyes drowsily and turned over. Only then did he notice a woman sitting beside his bed.

Hayan. She was here. With him.

She leaned her arms on the mattress and hid her face behind them. Her thick, brown hair was tied into ponytail, thus Cerberus was able to notice her covered in dust forehead and unhealthily pale skin. He couldn’t even imagine, how tired and stressed she was within last few days. She always felt like that, when she discovered her identity and curse upon her. And he always lied this time everything will end up differently.

But t h I s time he truly believed in it. That’s why he needed to take care of Hayan’s health and comfort. He slowly lifted himself up to sitting position and leaned towards sleeping goddess.

‘Hey, princess.’ He subtly nudged her arm. She opened eyes. Seeing her half awake face, Cerberus smiled unwittingly. ‘Come on, you need to rest.’

He pulled her to his side. Hayan passively let him lay her down on a bed.

‘What about you?’ she muttered hoarsely. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m fine’ he answered without hesitation. He still felt weak, but he should be fine within a couple of hours.

‘You sure?’ she touched his ripped, soaked with blood shirt. Just then Cerberus realized he still was half-turned. He dropped his gaze, suddenly overwhelmed with shame. Not only did Hayan had to see him as a beast before, but even now she had to bare his sight. ‘What’s wrong? Why aren’t you looking at me?’

She touched his face, trying to draw his attention. He gulped nervously, still avoiding her gaze. She shouldn’t touch him now, when his skin was rough, teeth turned into fangs and eyes shone like two lava ponds.

‘I…’ He hesitated, clenching his fists hard and digging sharp nails into his own palms. ‘I promise I’ll turn soon’ he blurted out. Hayan raised her eyebrows.

‘You don’t have to. I told you I don’t mind your second form. Don’t you believe me?’.

‘I do, princess, but it’s not about you. It’s about me.’ He knew his words sounded cliché, but he really meant it. This shame was deeply engraved in his heart and even Hayan’s assurances couldn’t erase it. ‘I hate shapeshifting and I hate showing my true form. It reminds me too well of who I was meant to be.’

A beast. A guard. A pawn in hands of Hades. Feared by mortals, abominable for goods. Too strong for people, too weak for Olympians. An abomination serving perfection. Always trying his hardest, but never good enough.

‘You’re so much more than that, Murphy.’ She moved even closer to him, and held his head with her soft hands. This time he couldn’t avoid her eyes, looking deeply into his soul. ‘You’re the funniest and the most loyal guy I’ve ever met. You’re my friend, my lover, my strength. You’re the shoulder I want to lean on and arms I want to snuggle up into. You’re my favorite person, Murphy.’

For the first time in his life, he was at loss for words. His heart was beating so fast and loud, he was nearly sure Hayan could hear it as well.

‘You really want to make me cry, don’t you, princess?’ he whispered, unable to raise his voice. If he did, he would probably break down. And crying was the last thing he wanted. Today they won, so they should celebrate, not drown each other in river of tears.

‘Actually, I want to kiss you.’ Tip of her nose touched his. ‘Can I?’

‘Now?’ He pointed at his chest. ‘With my face like this?’

Hayan smiled brightly. Murphy swore he saw an entire galaxy in her dark eyes.

‘I told you I don’t mind it.’

Then she kissed him. She kissed him as if they had an eternity before them. And he clung to her as if he could make it true.

[yellow-faerie]

Oh how about a fluffy number 2 for Caranthir and Angrod ❤️

Yes! Interactions between these two make my heart happy.

From this prompt list.

2 - “Don’t talk to me, someone might think we were friends.”

Carnistir sips at his drink, trying very hard to look as unappealing to talk to as possible. If he can just get to the height of Telperion without anyone speaking to him, then he can slip away and hopefully get a few more rows of his cross stitch done before the rest of his brothers came back, tipsy and loud.

“Wanna leave?”

Carnistir does not jump, thank you very much, because he is not surprised by the sudden appearance of his cousin at his shoulder.

“Don’t talk to me,” he says sourly, taking another sip of the sweet champagne in his glass, “someone might think we were friends.”

“So touchy.” Angaráto pokes at his shoulder. “You should be thankful - I have the perfect distraction and escape route and you are flaunting it in your pride.”

Carnistir rolls his eyes but doesn’t actively deny it.

“So?”

“Fine. I’ve nothing to lose, I suppose, if this is all a wild goose chase.”

“Such great belief in me. Trust me, I’ve hired Findaráto to challenge Makalaurë’s skill on the harp.”

Carnistir sighs. “Why? Why would you do that? They’ll trap everyone here all night.”

“Not us though.” Angaráto smiles and nudges him gently. “There’s a servants door right behind the plant to your right. When Findaráto makes his first declaration and draws everyone’s attention to him, we make our getaway.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

Angaráto shrugs, looking very nonplussed. “If you say so. Ingo looks like he’s gearing up to talk to your brother. The offer still stands.”

Carnistir opens his mouth to say that he needn’t bother continuing trying to convince him (however appealing the idea of escape was) when he meets the eye of Rúmil accidentally from across the room.

The elf turns back to who he was talking to and is backing away as if saying goodbye to come and talk to Carnistir.

“Fuck it all,” he says as Findaráto dramatically pulls off his jacket and throws it to a rather disgruntled Artanis, momentarily taking Rúmil’s attention away from him, “I don’t want to talk about tax evasion again.”

“I thought you liked-” Angaráto begins but Carnistir just shoves a hand over his mouth and tugs him into the airy passages of the servants hallways.

[forprideuses]

Two Ghosts

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summary: 

5 years after pushing Chloe away, Beca tries to gain Chloe's trust back at a Bella's reunion.

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It’s been five years since they were all together in the same room, five years since all of them were complete and in short, five years since beca actually agreed to see them. Chloe didn’t really know anything about beca anymore, after Europe they tried to keep in touch with each other but somewhere along the way beca started to drift further and further away from her. She wasn’t sure what happened between them, she remembers the feeling she had when she realized that things with beca aren’t the same anymore and it hurt her a lot.

Chloe didn’t stop reaching out to beca but when the time came where beca’s voicemail or beca’s assistant was the only one answering her, she got the message; she wasn’t dense. That was 3 years ago when she decided to stop trying, she almost called her again a year after that when her engagement with chicago was called off, she needed beca with her, to hear her voice or maybe just have her beside her but she figured nothing would happen out of it, so she stopped herself, she didn’t need another rejection from beca.

Aubrey told her it was going to be a big bella reunion set up and funded by the bellas before them but when she walked inside the venue, she was still caught off guard by how huge of a party it was, she felt sort of nervous but at the same time excited. She needed this, her life was stuck on replay, work, eat, sleep then repeat. She wanted to have fun for a change and even though this night can go about in many ways, she's still happy she gets to see her old friends and have a good time with them.

She was ushered to the table that had her name on it, to the right of it was Aubrey's and to the left, was beca's. Her name card also had "co-captain" printed on it, so is the years that she was in barden. She looked down the long table and saw the names of the bellas she shared many years with.

"I had them put me in the same table as you"

She knew that voice from anywhere, she turned around to see aubrey, with a big smile on her face "well i would've dragged you back here either way"

The two friends hugged tightly and before she knew it, a couple of girls were running towards their way to join them. Unlike with beca, she remained close with the others, sure they didn't see each other quite often but there were always video calls and group chats that kept them updated with each other and she's thankful for that.

"Damn red, looking good tonight" amy tells her

"Yeah well, i don't go out too often nowadays so this was a perfect excuse to finally dress up"

"Oh i know that, having a kid is great and all but bella is really handful these days, i needed this" stacie interjects

They took their designated seats to wait for the program to start and when the lights dimmed, two bellas appeared on stage to say a couple of words, she turned to look at amy to ask her if beca was still going to attend like she said but before she could speak up the name beca mitchell was said aloud and there she was, on stage with a mic on her hand wearing a suit that was clearly tailored only for her.

"I didn't know she was one of the people who funded this" chloe hears aubrey whisper. Her mind was going all over the place, she knew beca would be there and she planned everything, just say hi and that's it but right now as beca gives the mic back to the older bellas and starts to walk towards their table she feels unable to speak or move, she looks down to her hands that had somehow gripped the tablecloth "chloe you okay?" She hears stacie asked who is in front of her, she's frozen in her place and jumps when she hears amy shout "stranger danger!"

Beca's hands were sweaty, even before she left the car, her nerves were in turmoil and her heart was beating too loud and too fast. A small voice in her head was shouting "5 years" to her, reminding her of how awful of a friend she has been to every single one of them.

She didn't want things to turn like this, never did she wish for her and chloe to go back to being strangers. She doesn't remember when exactly she started to avoid chloe, she has no clear idea why either. Maybe because chloe meant a great deal to her, something along the lines of more than just a friend, and being away from each other, beca knew they were bound to go their separate lives and that thought scared her. To her it was better to end it earlier than wait longer and have it hurt even more, maybe it's that, and if it is that, then she knows how selfish of a jerk she is because of it.

She arrives at the place early, as she enters she sees the people who have reached out to her, asking if she could attend and say a few words to start the evening, she approaches them walking ever so slowly and when they saw her, she was engulfed in a hug, the next thing she knew she was being brought backstage

She uses the free time to prepare her speech and while reading it aloud, she can't help but feel guilty, it kicks her inside and out. She never would've been in the bellas without chloe and yet, the person she pushed away the most was her. She imagines what chloe looks like now, she imagines the blue eyes that always kept her grounded.

She felt like shit and she felt like throwing up. However this night may end, she hopes that she can apologize to chloe. A couple of months ago while she was about to move into her new place she saw a dusty old box that had "bellas" written on it, allowing herself to be emotional for once - she opened the box and saw so much of her memories.

Pictures of her with the bellas, every performance they did, the scarf and letters that were left unopened. Most of them were from chloe, she picks one that was sent years ago, she couldn't stop herself from opening it and when she read the letter, tears began to leave her eyes.

"I'm not sure if you're even going to read this, but I just want you to know that I'm so proud of you beca. You're finally out there showing people your amazing talent and when I see you on the news I can't help but smile. I'm always going to be thankful that I met you and that I had you in my life……..."

That day, where she cried on the floor of her old apartment she decided to do some changes in her life, she decided to own up to her mistakes and finally talk to chloe, she has no idea how and when and as if the aca-gods were hearing her, on that same week the older bellas reached out to her about the reunion.

She decided to take a break from her work- to relax, she also needed time to think through some things and to be able to reflect on all the stuff that is happening around her. She's been planning everything she'll say to the bellas when she sees them again, throw a couple of sarcastic remarks here and there, then apologize for being a dick, yup it's a solid plan she thinks - very old beca.

But the thing is she knows she's changed a lot ever since they were all together, she wonders if chole has too, she wonders if they would still accept her apologies even if she pushed them away. She hopes they do but in case they don't, she promises herself to try again and again until she proves to them that she really is sorry - very new beca.

After a couple of minutes the venue started to fill with more people, she can hear it, she didn't want to see it though because she's scared to see some of the old people she spent her bella days with

Delivering the speech was easy, walking towards the table filled with people she betrayed was hard. Her eyes immediately went to chloe, who wasn't moving, she sees her stare at her though and it made her nervous because Chloe's eyes never looked at her that way before, eyes that looked at her with questioning and disappointment. In just a few more steps she'll be able to reach the table with chloe still looking straight at her. She is pretty sure chloe knows about her attending, she messaged amy last week and she's certain amy told everyone about it too so it makes her wonder why it still feels like chloe has no clue about her being there.

The shout amy did startled her back to life, it was a joke. A joke that made everyone look very uncomfortable. Before sitting down, she decided to go for it, all or nothing right? She takes a deep breath and prepares herself for whatever may happen

"Before anything else, I want to say something, to all of you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for pushing all of you away, for avoiding the calls and texts. I'm sorry for not being a good friend. It could take forever for you guys to forgive me but i can wait because you guys mean a lot to me and when i realized that all over again, i know now that i can't go on with life without having you guys with me along the way...so uhm yeah, that's all"

There was just pure silence, the venue was loud but it's as if they have created a little bubble in their area and it cancelled all the other noise from outside. "Look beca we get it, it's hard to keep things balanced especially with your life now. But just so you know we were really hurt by you. I can't speak for everyone but i forgive you, because like my father always said  "forgive others, or else you wouldn't be able to sleep at night" beca feels a smile creep into her face, of all the people to talk first, aubrey posen does "thank you aubrey, thank you". Cynthia rose stands up and looks at her with stern eyes for a few seconds, then proceeds to hug her tight, beca sinks in into the hug, wrapping her arms around CR "we missed you beca" she feels tears building in her eyes as other bellas stood up to give her a hug as well and when she had a chance to hug them all back she take a moment to smile at them and say thank you once again

"go on then, sit down shawshank" she hears amy tell her, eyes pointing to the seat beside chloe who remained seated through it all, she sees amy give her a little nod heading towards chloe, giving her the saddest frown and apologetic smile

She goes to take her seat beside chloe, her heart beats fast and breathing suddenly feels like a difficult job to do. She turns to look at chloe who was avoiding her eyes while taking a sip of water "hi chlo" beca says in the softest way possible, "hi beca" chloe replies dryly with a forced smile as she turns to finally face her and in a few awkward seconds the whole table began to laugh, quietly giggling amongst themselves. Beca felt her face boil in embarrassment and judging by the color red on Chloe's face, she felt the same thing

Thankfully it wasn't as awkward as she thought it would be, the girls asks her how she's been so she tells them some of the good stuff she did the past years but mostly she's been very interested in hearing how everyone's been, to just keep up with their lives now, she listens to them as they tell her about their jobs and families. "You do know that you're going to have to do better than a speech for chloe right?" Aubrey tells her when chloe went to the toilet "i know and I'm going to do everything i can to get her to forgive me" beca replies to her, eyes filled with determination

"you better, you really hurt her you know"

"Yeah..i just... she's important to me bree, I'll do whatever it takes"

The food was served, and everyone kept quiet for a little while but once food was finished there were programs lined up, one of the performing groups were Emily's generation of bellas, she waved hi to beca before taking the stage, beca mouths the words "I'm sorry" to her and emily looks at her with sad eyes mouthing "i know"

Chloe has been through many things in her life, she had the nodes things, her engagement being called off, her problems with school and many other things, so she knows her heart is strong but right now, being seated next to beca felt like a weird movie scene that will make her cry anytime soon. She can feel beca looking at her often, thinking twice in starting a conversation with her and as much as chloe hates that beca pushed her away she can't help but feel bad because it's beca, and somehow no matter how long they haven't seen each other, beca still has a hold on her like no one else.

All of a sudden she feels a hand on her shoulder, a feeling that has been lost for so long, suddenly creeping its way back "chloe, I'm.. I'm sorry" she turns to look at beca

"it's all good, i get it and it's nothing"

"It's not nothing chloe, not to me"

"It sure seemed like nothing for the past five year’s beca, now if you excuse me i will try to enjoy this night"

She was walking towards the bar when she sees beca follow her, in all honesty, she wants to talk to beca, she just doesn't know what to say, she's also scared that when they finally talk, her emotions will burst out to flames and it will just turn things into a mess

"Chloe, I don't exactly know what to tell you but I know that I've disappointed you, that I've hurt you. I will understand if you never want to see me again but please hear me out"

"Dance with me"

"What?"

"Now, let's dance"

"Like right now?" Beca hears slow music playing and it seems slow dance is what Chloe's asking her to join with

"Yes, you wanna talk? Fine dance with me"

"Okay"

Chloe goes to the dance floor and waits for beca, she has no idea what came out of her mouth when she suggested dancing but there's nowhere else to go now except here. She feels beca's hand hold her as they sway slowly with the music, she sees the bellas look at them with curiosity but leaves them be

"Chloe"

"I hate you"

"That's a strong word"

"It is, i hated the way you made me feel beca, you acted as if i never mattered to you and it was torture. You made me doubt all our years together"

"I'm sorry chloe"

"Is that all you have to say?, You wanted to talk, then talk"

"I got scared, that us, that you and I will eventually grow apart, so I did what I thought was best, thinking that it would've hurt less if I just pushed you away"

"Do you know how selfish that is? Just because of that? You threw me away"

"I know chlo, and there are no words, no sentences strong enough to tell you how sorry i am but believe me when i say that i regret it all, that i missed you, that every day for the past five years i wished i tried harder"

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because i was a coward"

“you meant so much to me, and as those years passed, as those rejected calls, as those messages, those moments that i needed you, as they all pass by…i felt so small as you drifted away"

"There's no excuse for what I did chloe, I hate myself for it too. You were my best friend and you...you didn't deserve any of that"

Chloe started crying, tears were beginning to fall down from her face, feeling heavy after the both of them throw words at each other, she backed away to look at beca's eyes and when she sees it also filled with tears, she did something unexpected. She ran to the door, wiping the tears from her face and stopping at the parking lot, she sees beca running towards her and she knew if she gets in a taxi now she can avoid beca but instead she's standing still, as if waiting for beca to actually catch up to her

"Chloe please don't go" beca says, breathing out the words and panting from the run she did

"Beca what is it? Why do you want to fix this?"

"You know why chlo, you have every idea why"

"I.. I'm"

"Engaged? I know, but i want you to know how i really feel about you, at least before you go"

"I wasn't...going to say. I'm not engaged beca, but you couldn't have known that since, you didn't answer to anything"

"What about chicago?"

"What about him? You know what, I'm leaving"

"Chloe i love you"

"No beca, you don't get to say that"

"I can, because it's true Chlo. I love you"

Chloe can't really move anymore, she doesn't know exactly how to react with beca telling her she loves her, she's waited for it for so long, too long. It became clear to her that she needs to move on from beca when chicago broke off their wedding, it became clear to her that her feelings for beca was keeping her from falling for anyone else completely. So hearing beca tell her this now, it cuts her deep, she always thought that her and beca we're inevitable, but reality denied them of this inevitability because beca had jesse then she had chicago then beca pushed her away, and now? She asks herself what will she do now, will she push beca away or will she stay

"Chloe? Say something please"

"Beca, you don't even know me anymore, you only love the memory of me"

"Chloe, i can love you all over again, i know we're not who we used to be but we're here now. Don’t you feel the same way?"

"Beca, i have loved you for years but right now i have no idea who you are, how your life is and"

"Chloe I'm still me, sure i changed, and hey i got a couple more tattoos and i wear contact lenses now but underneath all that crap is me"

"Don't you think we're making a mistake?"

"If it's the both of us, then how can it be a mistake?"

"I'm scared"

"I am too"

"My heart's been through enough, I'm not sure if it still even knows how to love"

"Mine does, whenever it remembers you"

There was silence, noise only from the beatings of their hearts that were too loud, too powerful. It's as if the hourglass that has been going on for years has finally been turned around in favor to them.

"Come with me" she hears beca calling out to her, her hand stretched out for her to take

Chloe takes her hand with no hesitation. She leads them to a car which she assumes is beca's "Becs what are we doing?" the nickname slips out of her unexpectedly

"Come on, i know a diner somewhere near here"

"We're leaving?"

"Yeah, I'll text amy and besides, i know you're hungry"

She really is, all this back and forth was exhausting and the whole night was draining her, not focusing on the fact that beca knew that, she nods and goes in the car. She watches beca start the engine and back away from the lot "i wear glasses now"

"What?" Beca asks her, Wondering what she meant

"You said you wear contacts now, i wear glasses..well i mean not now of course but yeah.."

"I'm sure you look ridiculous in them" beca says, laughing at her and chloe can't help but smile as well, it was stupid but if they were gonna do the whole getting to know each other again then she'll try "shut up, at least i call my friends" her eyes widens, not really meaning to say that "okay i deserved that" beca replies while smiling and looking down the road.

They arrive at the diner faster than what she was expecting, it was already 11 pm and the diner had no customers other than some truck drivers and a couple of kids who recognized beca right away, asking for a picture with her, they take a seat at the back corner and ordered some burgers and fries

"Sorry about that"

"its fine, I mean it's something to get used to but I'm happy for you, with your fame and fans and all that"

"At least someone's happy about that"

"You're not?"

"It was never my goal chlo, all i wanted was to make music but when people keep telling me how releasing three albums in 5 years will be one of my biggest achievements and don't get me wrong I'm proud of the albums, it's just that sometimes i feel like I'm not actually doing what i dreamt of"

"Producing music"

"Yeah…"

"This pop star thing isn't really suiting me well"

"I mean you can't basically just quit"

"I'm taking a little break from it all now"

"Oh, well that.. that's good"

"What about you, how's everything been going?"

"Well..you already know about the engagement so there's that and besides that was years ago but anything else has been really boring"

"It's not, I'd love to catch up on everything"

"Fine but remember you asked for it so don't go snoring" chloe tells beca, it's a lighter exchange of words and it's also a breather to have someone else listen to her again other than aubrey. The food arrives and they eat as she continues to tell stories about her work and how her parents keep asking her to visit them every single week, she tells how one of her co-workers keep hitting on her and when she gave him a chance the dude literally was a creep so she left him at the restaurant after saying she was only going to the bathroom, she tells her about the fling she had with a woman named sally who was a music teacher at a school near her workplace, not mentioning how sally looked a whole lot like beca, she mentions Chicago's name and focuses on the cringe on beca's face when she hears his name, she never really did like the guy.

Chloe hadn't felt like this for a long time, excited and yet a little nervous, hesitant and yet full of hope. It was like high school crushes and slushies on a summer day by the lake but this was getting to know someone all over again, someone she admired before. It all feels very nostalgic especially when they reminisce about their days in the bellas, it was a night of endless coffee and endless conversations about everything they've been through the last five years

It was 30 minutes to 4 am when they decided to order some snacks since the conversation wasn't clearly coming to an end anytime soon. It was amazing, chloe thinks. Five years all laid out messily in just a matter of hours, it was surreal to her how they were tossing stories to each other with ease, the good and the bad and it wasn't going to erase what happened between them but right now as she laughs at a story beca was telling her about a paparazzi tripping while following her she wonders how is it possible that even after everything she still has this connection with beca

"Hey chlo, you okay?" Beca asks her, waving her hand in front of Chloe's face

"Yeah, I am. I was just thinking how weird this is"

"Oh..uhm, i mean i can take you to your place now if you feel uncomfortable, i didn't mean to like, keep you here this long, I'm sorry"

"No dummy, i was thinking about how just a few hours ago i was so mad at you and now we're here, as if nothing's wrong"

"Is there..something wrong?"

"There is"

"Oh" there's the beca she knew, the shy and timid beca that somehow carried the bellas to all its greatness, she's not going to complain about this "new" beca though, the confidence looks good on her

"The wrong thing is that, this isn't weird"

"What do you mean?"

"Well i was thinking about how a few hours ago i was ready to ignore you the whole evening and yet here i am, talking at a diner with you as if you never left"

Chloe didn't mean to hurt beca with those words, she thinks that maybe it was a way to let beca know that she still needs a little more time to get used to this again, she was about to say something but beca, who was now looking at the table, inhales as if her life depended on it, looks at chloe straight in the eyes

"Isn't that crazy though? we spend five years apart and yet in just one night we find a way to fix.."

"Well it's not fully fixed yet" chloe cuts beca off

"Progress is progress, and I'll understand if you decide to go, I know I'm pushing my luck on this but being with you here now it..it makes me really happy chlo, so thank you..for giving me this chance to explain everything and just..thank you for everything chloe.."

"You're an idiot, you know that. I just...i don't understand why you had to push me away, I would've never given up on our friendship, I would've done everything to actually prevent us from drifting apart, how come you didn't beca?"

"Well it's no excuse but..i was stupid, and scared and i mean, you had chicago and your whole life ahead of you, i would've just held you back, your life was set and perfect"

"Nothing's perfect beca, what hurt me was, you didn't even try, you keep telling me that i mean a lot to you, that wasn't how i felt when i keep getting my calls rejected and messages ignored"

"I'm sorry. I can't change what i did in the past but i can promise that if you let me, i will do my best to never disappoint you again"

"All those years, back in barden...do you even have any idea how much I loved you?"

"I..i don't know. I wanna say i knew but i always told myself that it was all in my head, that you would never like me"

"See it's funny because that's what I used to tell myself too"

"Victims of circumstances...”

"Hmm, we really are quite a pair huh?" chloe replies, she's feeling so much lighter now than she did when they were entering the diner. This wasn’t what she thought would happen when she decided to step inside beca's car, the next moments that followed were all just unplanned and spontaneous, it was all a blur to her ever since beca told her that she loves her "i missed you becs" she tells her wholeheartedly

"I missed you too chlo, a lot... I'm sorry i didn't do anything sooner"

"Well for future purposes just tell me how you feel so i can tell you that you're being crazy"

"So there's a future?"

"Maybe…"

"That's all i need, a maybe..i mean I've waited this long"

She looks at beca who's wearing a sincere smile on her face, it was a smile she really missed, she missed everything with beca and she feels a little sadness in admitting that. She has no idea what will happen to them now, she only hopes that maybe all this will make their friendship a little more solid in the future, she knows she has feelings for beca but now isn't really the right time to act on it, she needs time to be sure and not just let her heart act on impulse.

She asks beca if she had any clothes in her car because as much as she wants this moment with beca to last longer, she can't take her dress anymore, it was four am in a diner and they've been sitting there for hours

"Yeah i have a duffle bag in the back of the car with my clothes, do you want me to get it?"

"No it's okay, I'll check it out" beca nods to her as she gives her the keys to the car

She looks through the bag, wondering why beca has a duffle bag filled with clothes in the first place. As she searches for something to wear she sees a familiar shirt, a white shirt that she had back in barden, it looks overused now though, she takes it out and finds a letter, addressed from her to beca. It was the letter she sent when she saw beca in the news, she felt so proud that day, seeing her friend get the recognition she deserves, she wonders why beca still has it and why she keeps it around. She keeps the thought for another time, she grabs a hoodie and sweatpants heading towards the toilet in the diner to change.

When she got back to their table beca was looking at a big map on the table, with multiple crosses on it "hey, what's that?" chloe asks

"Oh it's uhm…I'm on this road trip, since i left work i kinda wanted a little adventure, a change i guess"

"That's nice, I've always wanted to go on a road trip"

"Maybe you should join me" beca says as she laughs at the thought

"Maybe i should"

"Wait what?.."

"Yeah, i don't know..it seems exciting..i mean only if you're okay with it.."

"No I mean, I would love to have you with me chlo, but are you sure?"

"Yes. For a long time now my life's been quite stuck, i need a little breather, to have a time for myself"

"Except you'll be with me, your former best friend, who you formerly like and who has now admitted to her feelings for you"

"See? Who else better to be with?"

"Okay, I did not expect..Wait what about your job, your apartment back in?"

"I can handle all that" chloe cuts her

"Chloe.. please think about it, I don't want you regretting this decision"

"I'm a big girl beca, I'm old enough to know what I'm doing, and if it's a mistake then at least"

"At least what?"

"Whatever happens, I'll be able to get myself back up, i know that"

"Well…okay then, tell me where you wanna go?"

They spend a couple more hours inside the diner, just discussing about this whole impromptu of a situation, when beca sees a hint of sunlight on Chloe's face from the sun that's starting to come out, she sees the blue eyes that keeps her going every time she's feeling down, she sees chloe look up to her, with furrowed brows

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing weirdo"

"You're the weirdo"

Chloe's happy, like genuinely happy. It's beyond her wildest imagination on how one night can change so much but also bring them back to what once was. She relishes how they opened up to each other, how they were honest, how they remembered all the memories they had and it all felt so normal, like no time and pain had come in between them. It will be a journey for her before she can forgive beca with everything but there's no more waiting, no more wondering, no more what ifs. There's no need to forget what happened because it still brought them back here together and she'd be lying if that wasn't what she always hoped for to happen.

"Hey becs, i think we should go... it's sunrise and I'm a little tired"

"Yeah same, i asked the girls last night if we could all have lunch together, they all agreed, are you going?"

"I would love to"

"Let's go?"

They pay their bill and head out to the parking lot, the sky was beautiful, darkness from the night being filled with orange streaks "so where do you want me to drop you off?" Beca asks her

"I'm staying at the hamilton hotel"

"Okay then, let's go get you some rest"

Chloe looks at the rear view mirror as they drive away from the diner and sees the letter and shirt she brought out while looking for clothes and felt the need to ask beca about it

"Becs, just wondering.. Why do you have my white barden shirt and letter tucked in your duffle?"

"Oh uhm..well, they're important to me. Can't leave them behind. You know what? i got something in the glove compartment, take a look"

Chloe opens it and sees three notebooks placed neatly "what are these?"

"Open the red one" beca tells her as she continues to drive

Chloe opens the notebook, it was like a diary, except every page started with "dear chloe,"

"Yeah... I know I didn't reply to those letters you sent but every time i felt like sending you one, i wrote them in a notebook. Those are all of them, words left unsaid i guess..you can have them if you..if you want"

Chloe thinks she's too sleep deprived for this. She can't wait to read all of them though, to read what beca was thinking about then, they are the filler episodes in their series

"Nah, keep them here... something to read on that road trip"

Beca smiles at the thought, they stay quiet for the remaining drive, she glances at chloe from time to time and sees her looking at the window, definitely feeling sleepy, beca on the other hand feels giddy, feels very optimistic. Everything was better than what she hoped for and she's grateful for it. She thinks she doesn't really deserve their forgiveness, especially chloe's but they're giving her another chance, Chloe's giving her another chance. Positivity fills her up and life has never felt so much fuller than now. She parks at the front of the hotel to drop chloe off but before chloe opens the door she feels Chloe's hands intertwining with hers

"Beca….i just want you to know.. i want you to know that my feelings for you never left, but i also don't want to promise you anything yet because that wouldn't be fair to either of us"

"I know chlo" beca replies to her, looking at her with those dark blue eyes and soft smile

"Thank you, for tonight. It means a lot"

"No chloe, Thank you….so can I pick you up later for lunch? If you want we can go straight ahead on the trip after it"

"Yeah, definitely"

"Okay then, go get some rest beale"

"You too Mitchell, you'll need it, we're headed for a lot of roads"

"Can't wait"

She exits the car after kissing beca on the cheeks, feeling her face go red as the butterflies in her stomach go alive after a very long time. She waves goodbye to beca before she enters the hotel, heading back to her room to have the best sleep in her life because of all the worries that left her mind, it all seems very euphoric and scary at the same time and she loves it.

Beca watches chloe until she's out of her sight, the kiss on her cheek still lingering, she feels herself smile widely as she imagines how she's on top of the world right now. It's like they were teenagers who were starting to fall in love, and no one else ever made her feel like this, it was only chloe. It was and will always be chloe.

[stevebuckythor]

We've been pulled over by the police (Larry)

Rating: nc-17

This came out dirtier than expected, but oh well.

Summary: Louis and Harry are driving home and Louis gives Harry road head. Harry tries to get him to stop, but his attempts are weak. They get pulled over by a policeman and are caught. Harry’s let off with a warning and he fucks Louis roughly as punishment. 

“I can’t believe that Zayn and Perrie are engaged.” Louis slurs to Harry as they leave the bar. 

“I know. They’ve been together for five years.” Harry replies. (Set in 2017.) He wasn’t drunk unlike his boyfriend, so his words were barely stringing together. 

They approach the car and buckle their seat belts.

“Kinda has me thinking about us.” Louis looks over at Harry who has just pushed the key into the ignition, but hasn’t started the car yet.

“Like what about us?” Harry teases.

“Us getting married someday. Kids. That sort of thing.” Louis admits to Harry. Harry had thought about that too and he figures it isn’t too much longer down the line; at least the marriage part. 

They have been together for six years. And Harry was planning on proposing real soon. Before Harry can respond, Louis says something else.

“Wait, how will we have kids? Neither of us are women; obviously.” Louis’s cut off by him giggling. “We’ll have sex and be like the deprived people of Larry world!” He’s actually saddened in his drunken state. They hadn’t referred to themselves as Larry in a while.

“You do remember that there are different ways of having children other than the natural way, right?” Harry asks rhetorically.

Louis smiles at him. “Oh yeah!” “But we’ll still be having sex, right?” 

Harry smirks at him just as the car is started. “Yeah. Right when we get home if you want.”

Louis nods eagerly and they pull out of the parking lot and start to drive on their way home. After a few minutes, Louis’ hand finds its way to Harry’s half-hard cock and starts palming him through his jeans. Harry lets out a low moan. 

“Louis. I need to focus.” He mumbles trying to sound convincing. His wavering voice is betraying him though.

“You seem to be doing pretty well to me.” Louis knows fully well what he’s doing and doesn’t care. He wants Harry inside him and is really horny. His hands slide down the zipper and fumble with the button, popping it open.

“Louis. Please.” Harry is trying to keep his control which he is doing well, but doesn’t want to hit anything or anyone with his car. Louis knows that although Harry is telling him to stop, he doesn’t want him to.

Louis slides his boyfriend’s trousers and boxers down enough for his cock to spring fee; already fully hard from Louis’ touch. Louis lowers his head and takes Harry’s length into his mouth, not even bothering with teasing. He’s treating Harry to this, so he’s going to have to treat him in the bedroom. His lips wrap obscenely around Harry and he licks around the sides and head, smearing pre-cum and spit on Harry’s dick. Harry swerves a little bit as he gets a bit closer to his climax. A police siren sounds and a car with flashing red and blue lights pulls up out of nowhere. Harry knows he has to pull over now, so that’s what he does. The cop does the same and begins to walk towards their car.

“Seriously. Lou, stop now.” Harry says firmly. Obviously Louis doesn’t stop; deciding to annoy, frustrate, and slightly tease Harry.

The officer knocks on Harry’s window and Harry rolls it down enough to reveal his face and nothing more.

“Hello officer.” Harry chokes out.

“Sir, are you aware that you were swerving back there?” The man asks him.

Harry makes a strangled noise that quietly makes its way out of Harry’s mouth when Louis sucks him extra hard.

“Would you mind rolling your window down all the way please?” The officer asks him which is really an order.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“You will face arrest if you do not follow my order.”

Harry really didn’t want to spend a night in jail, so he rolls down the window for the officer to see Louis giving him road head. Louis just looks up for a brief second and unnoticeably smiles around Harry’s cock. Harry can feel it though.

“Oh. Look I have someone at home too, so I’m letting you off with a warning. But don’t drive while doing that, okay?” The officer says gently and walks back to the police car and drives away. Harry rolls his window up and pushes Louis off of him.

“Fuck Lou. You almost got me arrested.” Harry says angrily.

“You were the one who didn’t want to roll down your window.” Louis smirks.

“And smiling while you were giving me a blow job? You just want to be punished, don’t you? You’re just begging for it and my cock, aren’t you?” He says roughly. His mood wasn’t ‘let’s wait till we’re home and have sex’ anymore, it was at ‘you fucker. Since you’re so horny, I’ll give you what you want, but I’m making you pay.’

Louis nods to Harry’s claim suddenly glad to be getting what he wants. He doesn’t even care about the fact that they’re in the car right now. They’ve done it in a car before; just not often.

Harry crawls over to Louis’ seat which was the passenger’s and reaches down to pull the lever; which moves the seat back, making them a little more comfortable.

He roughly bites down on Louis’ neck continuously, making the skin red; surely leaving a mark. He licks his tongue around the areas and pulls down Louis’ zipper and pops open the button on his jeans. Harry’s were already open and down to his knees which was enough for this kind of position. The tight fitting pants hugging Louis’ shape perfectly were pulled down to the same spot on Harry’s body and he grinds his crotch into Louis’ lap.

His boyfriend is making whines and groans as Harry’s crotch rubs his through the thin material of their underwear.

“You’re so desperate for my cock. Such a slut. You want me inside you Louis?” Harry taunts.

Louis can only nod desperately, Harry’s roughness only turning him on more and making him harder. If that was even possible by now. Harry leans forwards and quickly kisses Louis on the lips. He pulls away and instead palms Louis through his boxers now. He wants him begging for Harry to fill him up. He wants to be a tease and make him beg.

“Say you’re a whore for me. And that you’re dying for my cock to be up your arse.” Harry commands.

“I’m a whore for you Harry. I’m absolutely dying for your big cock to be up my tight arse.” Louis moans out pleading now.

Harry smirks and removes his hand. He swiftly pulls down his boxers in one motion and does the same with Louis. Now they were naked from the waist down. Harry’s large hands grasp onto Louis’ legs and bend them upwards so that his knees were bent and the soles of his feet were on Harry’s chest.  

“I told you to stop but you didn’t. So now you’re being punished.” Were the last words said before Harry began to pound un-sympathetically into Louis’ arse. His hole was burning at the sudden pressure and not being prepped. His hands got as much of a grip as they could on the sides of the chair as Harry continued going balls deep in his boyfriend. 

“You love this, don’t you? Filthy slut. God, you’re so unbelievably tight. So good.” Harry moans out.

Louis can do nothing but nod since his mouth was occupied with eliciting moans, whimpers, and other sex noises.

Eventually, Louis chokes out “Harry- I’m gonna- need to cum.”

“Come for me babe.” Harry whispers. That was the last thing it took for Louis to lose himself in his orgasm. Come got over the t-shirt he was wearing and Harry came deep inside his boyfriend’s ass.

Harry pulls out and pulls up his underwear and pants. He gets back in his seat and looks over at Louis who looks absolutely wrecked. His eyes were shut and he was breathing hard. He currently made no move to fix his trousers and boxers. Harry gets satisfaction from the fact that he was the one who did that to him.

Harry gets the car moving in the one direction of home again. Louis pulls everything from the waist down back up, but makes no effort to fix his appearance. 

“Have you learned your lesson? You’re not gonna blow me or give me hand jobs while I’m driving anymore?” Harry asks him while still keeping his eyes on the road.

“I don’t know. That was pretty enjoyable in a way. Might have to try that again.” Louis smiles and Harry chuckles in response; his rough and commanding demeanor from mere minutes ago forgotten.

[manuinout]

Okay, so...

I finished my fic about my Inside Out OC (Empathy) a few days ago, and I've been showing it to my Brazilian folks from Tik Tok

But yet, I really want to show it to you guys too, soooo...

Who wants it?

[peaseblossom101]

I’m recovering from surgery, and I was thinking about some of my favorite memories/head canons about my Dragon Age: Origins Warden, Lorelai Surana, and her relationship with Alistair when I was trying to go to sleep last night, because they are comforting and a nice distraction. Anyway, I wrote a few of them down today as a continuation of the distraction, and here they are. Warden Alistair, and the dog’s name is Adler (because my dog’s name in real life was Watson).

1 The first time I played DA:O I kept accidentally clicking on the characters, which meant I kept getting into random conversations at awkward times. So Alistair confessed his love to Lorelai just after they finished battling a dragon (the one in the ruins during the werewolf quest). Lorelai was covered in blood, searching for gold amid the rubble, and Alistair was like, “Yep, she’s the one”. Honestly, it was pretty hot, as first kisses go, and I kind of regret not having that kind of spontaneity in later games.

2 I messed around a lot with the companion AI commands, and I set it up so Alistair would come defend me if anyone tried to engage Lorelai in melee range. Of course it made sense mechanically, since she was a squishy mage, but it was also comforting to know that if I ever got in trouble, Alistair would swoop in (it’s not always bad) and rescue me. Well, as long as there weren’t any clearly visible and avoidable traps in between.

3 My head canon for the dark ritual sequence is that it plays out exactly as it does in the game, only ten minutes later Lorelai gets a knock on her door, and opens it to find an angry Morrigan and a sheepish Alistair; and somewhere between soothing Morrigan’s temper and encouraging Alistair’s, um, resolve, the three of them manage to get the job done together. Not everything has to be angsty and terrible, you guys!

4 Alistair and Lorelai get married just after they defeat the archdemon. I imagine it’s a pretty spontaneous situation, where they realize that everyone is going to go their separate ways, and just decide to do it while they’re all still together. If you watch Parks and Rec, I’m thinking it’s something like Leslie and Ben’s wedding, where all of the companions contribute something to the ceremony, and it’s perfect and wonderful.

5 Not everything is perfect and wonderful, though. Those two had a really traumatic year, and I often think of them helping each other with the nightmares, grief, and guilt. Sometimes, even though there’s a perfectly good bed available, they sleep huddled in a corner on the floor, with Adler keeping watch, because it feels familiar, and safer, and they’re not used to softness.

6 During the events of Awakening, I imagine that Alistair had gone to Highever to see about a memorial for Duncan. But of course when he got there the place was a mess, and he got caught up in helping them rebuild. If I ever got around to writing any fanfic, it would be a correspondence between them at this point, ending up with their reunion afterwards.

7 I bet that the other Warden Commanders can’t stand the two of them. I mean, you can’t tell them anything, they defeated the archdemon, but also they’re like twenty years old and stupid in love. In my head I have a scene with some stuffy Orlesian Warden getting on their case, saying “We don’t encourage fraternization between Wardens” and Lorelai responding “Oh, that’s okay, we don’t really need any encouragement” and Alistair cracking up, and like, what’s that guy gonna do?

[monkeyssalad-blog]

A Little Bit Of Fluff postcard by totallymystified Via Flickr: A Little Bit Of Fluff was a comedy which opened at the Criterion Theatre in 1915.

[realesthingyoueverdid]

The holidays always had a way of sweeping you up. The magic and the lights and the pine and the firelight find you a warm place to bask in the love of everyone around you. And in the first chill of December comes the beginning of the end, but you're too contented by full bellies and flowing wine to even consider that post-Christmas feeling. You are the magic, and lucky for you this is the most magical time of the year. Lucky for you, an ending always means a new beginning.

#159; excerpt from a book I'll never write | back to December

[mustreadwinterwidow]

He rides until the noise in his head yields and the only thing he’s thinking about is turn signals and streetlights that look like fireflies.

Rating: teen and up

[ofstarcourt-blog]

( @garcdenflower | boo. )

The moment they stepped into the beautifully decorated town hall, Evan felt a swell of nerves building up inside of him. But the moment he looked over at his date, his girlfriend, he was reminded how lucky he was to be here with her on a night like tonight. “ D-Do you want to dance? I actually had my mom practice with me on her day off so that I wouldn’t step on your feet or anything. ” He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

[xspitfire-a]

Samantha [while trying to sleep]: Stop it. Elliot: What? Samantha : Whatever you’re worrying about. Just stop. Elliot : How do you know I’m worried? You didn’t even open your eyes! Samantha : You think I need to see you with my eyes to know what’s going on with you?