#famous people keeping their hands to themselves caught in 4k (it never happens)

[roacheatsworms]

ok, this might be a hot take, but just cancelling good omens entirely would have been better than the third "season" we're getting.

I've heard a ton of people say "We should be glad we're getting a third season at all!" but i really dont think we should. ONE 90 minute movie is NOT going to cover everything a six episode season would (if each episode is around an hour, thats almost six hours. We're losing four and a half hours of the show.) I am terrified that this 90 minute tv movie is going to be complete and total shit.

If they had simply canceled it, the ending would have been the kiss, and Aziraphale going to Heaven, leaving the ending open to interpretation. With this tv movie, this is going to be the canon end, and theres a high chance that the ending will be rushed, and just terrible.

enjoy this picture once you're done reading ^^

remember when we were happy whenever there was a season three announcement?? 🙂

[songandashadow]

Fics I read this month. Please don’t forget to leave kudos on these amazing fics! :) 

other recs of mine: my August Fic Rec | my favorites | friends to lovers rec | canon compliant fic rec | ace! larry fic rec

***PLEASE ALWAYS READ THE TAGS FOR POSSIBLE TRIGGERS***

In Circles of You and Me by theweightofmywords | 21k 

college/uni au | friends with benefits | miscommunication | angst and fluff

Louis pulls Harry closer by the belt loops. Harry could feel his breath warm against his neck as he brushes his lips against his skin. “You know... I don’t care if you kiss other people.”

Harry smiles as he feels Louis’ stubble scratch against his neck. “I know you don’t, but-”

He stifles a moan as Louis bites down gently on the soft surface of his skin. “You can kiss other people too-”

Louis pauses to look at him pointedly. “I know I can.”

“Well, have you?” Harry asks, his brows furrowed.

“What’s it to you?” Louis retorts with a smirk. “You’re the one I’m kissing now.”

--

Or, Louis and Harry keep running into each other at parties. It doesn't mean anything, until it does.

the whole world, it is sleeping (but my world is you) by orphan_account  | 22k

x factor era | blind! harry | friends to lovers | smut | angst

Louis knows who this boy is. He saw him at the audition, on the chair in line getting interviewed. He’s called Harry, and he's got the most brilliant voice and the biggest sob story that Louis has ever heard, and what Louis knows is that he doesn't want it to be a sob story at all. His eyes are a wide, glossy sea glass green, and he can’t see a thing."

Louis never really knew commitment, never really knew love, until Harry.

The Section by bananaheathen | 11k

college/uni au | fluff and smut | banter | mutual pining | TA louis

In which Louis is a TA for an Intro to Cinema course, and Harry is an undergrad with a bit of a crush.

Or, the one with "Name: Harry Styles, Date: me please"

As usual, it’s the Irish one he hears first.

“Keep up, Styles. It’s YOUR boyfriend we’re off to see.” “He’ll have heard that, Niall, you arse. Thank you so much.”

Louis just has time to text Zayn: fuck.

The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by SpeakingWithInk | 13k

angst and fluff | asexual! louis | coming out 

Louis sits on his hands to stop them from shaking as he adds, ‘and I’m ace.’ If only he had glitter, he thinks. Coming out deserves a bit of sparkle.

Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling | 83k

royalty au | enemies to lovers | angst 

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

Heartbeats in Time by forreveries | 6k

friends to lovers | fluff | high school au | first kiss | feelings and stuff

Based on the prompt: Harry and Louis are stuck inside on a rainy day and it’s all cuddles and snuggles and then one of them kisses the other for the first time and they admit their feelings.

Baby, I think we might be too cold to float by forreveries | 81k

murder mystery | journalist! harry | exes to lovers | new zealand

They couldn’t come back together after six years apart and tell themselves that this was love that they were making. Not with all that radio silence. Harry tried to keep it all down, lodged under the lump in his throat. He needed something to focus on, something to keep him out of his thoughts, so that he could go along with this because he didn’t want Louis to take his hands off him. He didn’t want that to happen. But. But he needed it to. “Wait,” Harry coughed out, his voice trembling, “Stop.” Louis looked up at him with wide eyes. “I— I need to stop,” Harry confessed, trying desperately to keep his voice straight. “What is it?” Louis asked, full of concern. “I can’t do this. I— I can’t play along. You left me and I need answers, Louis.” His voice caught on the end of his name.

AKA: Harry is a journalist that goes to Lake Tekapo, New Zealand, to look into a girl’s disappearance after a year of no movement from police. What he finds instead is his ex boyfriend Louis, who, six years earlier, ghosted him after five months of dating in university. A story of trauma, secrets, and the power of finally letting people in.

bambi legs by disgruntledkittenface | 11k

girl direction | first date | asexual character | fluff | no smut | coming out

“Oh my god,” Zayn says, rolling her eyes and standing up. “You do know what this means, right?”

“Yes?” Harry tries, looking up pathetically and hoping Zayn will take pity on her.

“This means she doesn’t even need the fabric she buys from you every other week,” Zayn says slowly, as if speaking to a small child. “She doesn’t come here for the fabric. She comes here for you.”

Harry works at her family’s fabric store sometimes and always sells the most interesting fabrics to Louis. Louis is the wannabe fashion designer who keeps buying fabric she doesn’t necessarily need just to find a way to talk to Harry.

You Got That Somethin' by styleandsin | 5k

famous/non famous au | musician harry | strangers to lovers | no smut

How are you? Having a good time? Got a couple of beers in? What are those?” Louis hears him ask in quick succession, the loudness of the microphone making him jump even though the screams around him have yet to cease.

“It’s vodka,” Louis says, slightly unsure.

“Vodka! Oh, straight?” Harry asks, louder this time and with a growing smile.

Phoebe and Daisy have turned around to face him, huge smiles on their faces.

Fuck, this man is really going to be the death of Louis. He can physically feel his brain struggling to make his body cooperate and answer the question. He is so gay.

“No, gay!” He shouts, immediately getting an elbow to the side by his sister.

Or, the one where Louis attends a Harry Styles concert and makes an absolute fool of himself.

between chaos and control by stylinsoncity | 19k

companion piece to the wonderlands written from Louis’ POV

give me love by falsegoodnight, soldouthaz | 41k

a/b/o | slow burn | alpha harry/omega louis | fluff and smut | unsafe sex

Despite being an omega, Louis’ always had a blatant dislike of alphas.

-

Or, Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

Indestructible by whoknows | 24k

car accident | amnesia | angst | ptsd

“Hi,” Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob.

“Hi,” he manages, still clutching onto Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s fingers drift across Louis’ cheeks, and there’s something off about Harry’s expression, but Louis can’t figure out what it is.

“I’m okay,” Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him.

Louis freezes.

maybe by momentofclarity | 2k

first meetings | falling in love | age difference (L is like 30 and H is even older)

I cannot not see you again. I cannot.

breathe into your well by turnyourankle | 4k

a/b/o | omega harry | smut

A rut bar. A place where omegas who are so inclined can link up with Alphas in rut. It's not a place Louis ever pictured himself visiting but in the hopes of having a memorable rut, it's where he finds himself tonight.

Sympathy For The Devil by taggiecb | 5k

fantasy au | santa harry | satan louis 

Louis keeps stealing some of Harry’s mail, which would be annoying for anyone, but it’s especially troubling when you consider that Harry is Santa Claus. Harry will have to go through hell to get Louis to stop. Literally.

Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa.

We Met on Lex: A Socially Distanced Romance by homosociallyyours  | 4k

girl direction | online dating | blm protests | social distancing

Tipsy on the best bottle of wine she's had in a minute, Harry decides to join Lex-- a dating app for LGBTQ+ people that doesn't rely on pictures for first impressions --and write an ad for herself. Maybe she would've forgotten about it if the first response she received hadn't been so good, but as it is she's curious to know more about this Tommo person.

If only she could stop thinking about the girl who sold her that fateful bottle of wine yesterday...

Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is a Brand New Start by Rearviewdreamer | 62k

WARNING: domestic violence | graphic descriptions of violence

strangers to lovers | hurt/comfort | kid fic | angst and fluff | photographer! harry

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

[squishyocalum]

Never, and I mean never call me that again {C.H} Part 2

Warning - More angst. So much angst. s l I g h t fluff 

Summery - Alex comes back to Cali for Michaels wedding and sees Calum for the first time in eight months.

Wordcount - 4K

A/N Okay guys so my sister and I write these on google docs, and in our stories you’ll see where we will insert ‘E/N’ (Editors notes, my sister is my editor) and A/N (I’m the author heyyy) But please please please leave feedback because we work really hard on these. The next part should be up tomorrow love bugs :) Part One

                                                     Calum's POV

It's been eight months since I've seen her. Eight months since I showed up our house to propose to her, and eight months since Michael met me in the kitchen to assure me that she was never coming back. 

In the weeks that followed the boys told me constantly to sell the house, to put it on the market and walk away from it. The sane part of me begged me to do it, but the part of me that yearned for her - the part that still does - just wouldn't let me. I haven't washed that Zepplin shirt, and the coffee cup that she left on the counter that morning is cleaned but I never touch it. I see now why she left, I don't understand how she lasted as long as she did here because the easiest way to describe this is by saying it feels like I live with a ghost. Small whisps of memories wash over me day in and day out. You would think that I would run out of memories eventually, that they would all just mesh into a blob of moments but no, its the little things. Like when i'm brushing my teeth and I remember how she would act when I would barge into the bathroom while she was taking a shower to brush my teeth or even to join her in the shower. I remember the smile that would be plastered on her face when I would make stupid jokes or the way she would giggle and struggle when I would throw her on the bed and kiss her-

This isn't healthy, Calum. The voice in my head has told me this a thousand times but I can’t help but to constantly think “maybe she’ll come back, maybe we can start over.” (E/N this guy just doesn’t stop does he!)

I would beg Michael to tell me where she was, beg him to give me her number so I could talk to her. I had tried the other guys and their girlfriends but my girl- Alex was always smart about how she did things. This situation wasn't any different. Michael was her bestfriend and they were closest (other than us, of course) so she knew he would keep her secret. Fuck, if I had just stayed with her that night maybe things would be differnt.

Ash 9.34 AM- We need to be at the Venue in an hour for a last minute practice so I hope you're on your way.

I looked down at my phone screen before sighing and throwing it onto my bed. I only had to tie my shoes and then I would be on my way.

Today was Michaels wedding day, he is unbelievably happy and I'm happy for him but I wish it was me getting married. I wish she would've stayed for me. (E/N THIS DUUUUDDEEEEE)

As I made my way to my car, thoughts and ideas of what she could be doing right now flooded my mind, whatever it is that she's doing I hope shes having fun.

                                                             Alexs' POV

Today is the day I go back to Cali for my best friend's wedding. I was more than excited but I was even more nervous considering the fact that Calum was going to be there and I had no idea how he was going to behave. I know that the way I left him was mean, I know that some people upon hearing the whole story may think I was heartless to not forgive him but that's just the thing. Loving that boy was killing me from the inside out, I wasn't eating, I wasn't doing anything, and everytime I walked through the house it was like my heart was breaking all over again. If he loves me as much as he says he does, then he'll understand why I did it.

Stepping off the plane into the hot California air felt unreal and downright wrong, but what kind of a best friend would I be if I told him I couldn't come to his wedding because one of his groomsmen was my ex and I didn't want to see him', that's just selfish. Immediately I saw Michaels car and the arm that was wrapped around me a second ago quickly let go allowing me to run into his arms.

"Oh my god I missed you so much!" I stated as I hugged onto him as tight as I could. There was a chuckle from behind me followed by a deep voice

"Babe, you're going to break his neck if you squeeze him any tighter." I glared at him playfully peeling myself away from the soon to be grooms’ arms.

"I'm so glad you could both make it, I missed you so much Allie." He pushed my shoulder slightly in a playful way and then turned his attention back to my plus one. "It's good to see you again, Liam. Thank you for being good to her, she needs someone like you in her life."

He whispered the last part, I'm assuming he thought or more rather hoped that I didn't hear him because he gave Liam a pat on the back and grabbed our bags right after.

I know what you're thinking. It's only been eight months how could I have possibly moved on so fast. Just keep in mind that I was trying to move on when Calum proposed to me, I had been trying to move on for months, I can't just let myself never date again. And I mean yes, Liam was another famous guy - hell he even knows Calum and the rest of the boys but none of that matters to me because he was there for me. About four, maybe five months ago we met at this party he was hosting, some colleagues of mine dragged me to it saying there would be A listers there and that I should go because Michael  had pulled some strings and gotten me invited (that boy had been trying to get me to go to parties since I moved, this time it just so happened to work). Lets just say I got really drunk and I tried to Call Calum, when I realized I didn't have his number I called Ashton and asked to talk to him. He did hand Calum the phone, I did hear Calums voice but I also heard a girl tell him to come back to bed. I don’t know what it was about liquor that made me realize that I missed him -what about it made me realize that I was ready to forgive him and move on;(E/N WELL LIQUOR TELLS THE TRUTH MY DEAR!!!)  but I was, I was ready to let it go. I was hoping that it was just a fling - you know we weren’t together so he could do whatever he wanted but I felt the sting of heartbreak all over again when he said 'I'll be there in a minute babe' and hung up on me without another word. 

I don't know if you've ever felt complete and utter love for someone before, like the type of love were you would die for them, kill for them, do anything in your power to protect them, but I had never loved anyone except Calum that much. So in my drunken depressed state all I could think was 'he never really wanted you anyways' or 'I can't believe you thought he loved you'. The house that the party was being hosted at was huge, five stories minimum, and my mind was already hard at work. `you have nothing else to live for.` It was telling me 'he was the only one for you, what's left'. Yes, I had left him. I left him because I had to. I thought it was killing me to see pieces of him everyday but in all reality it was killing me not seeing him every day.  

I tried to jump off of the back balcony of Liam's house, that's how we met. I don't mean he caught me sitting up there I mean he walked into the room to grab something and when I noticed him I jumped. To this day I don't know how he caught me in time, but he did. He's been by my side ever since. We got closer over time, and eventually we started dating; when I finally told him about the whole situation with Calum he was dumbfounded to say the least. He would say how he always thought Calum was a good kid and he didn't understand how he could hurt someone like me.

Liam made me feel alive, like the world wasn't crashing around me everytime I took a breath. 

                                                                 Calums POV

One more hour until my boy is officially a married man. I'm trying my best to push the thought of Allie to the back of my mind and let Michael and Crystal be the center of my attention. Ashton, Luke and I were standing next to Michael talking about a few things and how everything was going to go - none of the girls were there yet considering they still had to finish their makeup and hair. Michael was all but foaming at the mouth to see Crystal in her dress and Luke was teasing him about it relentlessly.

"I'm going to move the wedding up an hour, I can't wait anymore." He groaned drawing laughs out of all of us "I mean everyone is here right?"

"Michael, the wedding starts in like twenty minutes." I started with a wide smile.

"Twenty minutes? Fuck me, I can't wait that long."

Almost on cue Crystals cousin walked through the door and sprinted the best she could up to us.

"Okay guys so Crystals ready to walk - she says she can't wait any longer." She spoke with hurried words and tried to catch her breath.

"And that's my girl." Michael smiled "Tell her give it five minutes and we can start, Luke would you mind?"

Luke nodded and walked to the center of the venue grabbing everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone. If you could please take your seats, we're going to start a little early." Everyone murmured and chatted amongst themselves as they took their seats. I was standing with my hands locked behind my back as Luke takes his spot back next to Michael and the music begins. When the doors leading to the walkway opened I saw Crystals dress first obviously, but behind her alongside KayKay and Sierra holding up her long veil was the love of my life looking as beautiful as ever.

Panic and excitement rose up in my stomach, I looked over at the guys and the only one who even glanced at me was Luke - he did so with a sympathetic look. I didn't take my eyes off of her and when I saw her look to her right I followed her eyes to a guy I knew extremely well but when I saw her smile at him and blow a kiss in his direction while he just gave her the cheesiest smile I couldn't help the lump that grew in my throat.

She moved on.

(E/N YUUUUPPPPPP)

(A/N Y’all  forgive her, she like to give commentary lmao)

                                                          Alex's POV

"Stop stressing Crys, you look beautiful, really." I told her as I flattened a couple of creases in the belt of her dress. She had been freaking out for at least thirty minutes and we had all been doing our best to calm her down.

"Can't we just do it now? Like, Stella go out here and tell them I'm ready. Let's do this thing."

Within a matter of minutes the music started to play signaling that it was our time to go. The smile on Crystals face was enough to make me want to get married, I mean she looked so happy, so excited. When the doors opened, I didn't let my eyes travel to the altar - not yet. I was going to enjoy this moment damnit. I looked over and saw Liam with a huge smile on his face, he looked so happy to see me and seeing his face made my stomach flutter. I blew him a kiss and he 'caught it'. It's cheesy, yes, but that's just us. And I love us, I love the person he's helping me become.

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"You may kiss the bride." The priest spoke prompting Michael to grab crystals face and pull her into a sloppy adorable kiss. We all cheered for them, I wasn't ignorant to the glare that Liam and I got when I latched onto him. He grabbed onto my jaw and kissed me lightly before telling me that I looked beautiful in my dress.

"Thank you, babe. You don't look to bad yourself."

"Well you know this girl helped me pick this suit out, she was kinda hot you know." (E/N *Starts screaming ‘SHES KINDA HOT’)

"Was she? I bet she thought you were pretty handsome, huh?"

"I meeeeaaaan," He drew out "She tells me every once in a while."

I kissed him again letting my hands dangle over his shoulders loosely, he smiled against my lips before I pulled back and wrapped my arms around his waist facing the couple.

Crystal threw the bouquet back for someone to catch and it found its way into Sierras hands. She smiled widely jumping into Lukes arms. Luke looked just as happy and even though it didn't mean that they were going to get married any time soon, that didn't mean it wasn't in the future.

The after party was finally starting and the sun was only just starting to set - the venue had a ballroom type thing as the lower level and that's were the cake and food was set up, there was a small bar loaded to the brim with drinks and something in the pit of my stomach I wasn't leaving tonight without some kind of drama going down.

I hadn't drank since the night I tried to do a swan dive off of Liam's balcony so seeing everyone around me drinking was rather boring to me - that was until I felt someone walk up next to me. I want to say that I didn't expect it but I would be completely stupid to think he wasn't going to approach me at least once tonight.

"Allie." He spoke, his voice wavered tugging at my heart strings "You look amazing."

"What do you want, Cal." I asked begging my heart to let me keep my distance from the man it had been calling out for, for months.

"I want to talk to you." He reached out to my hand stepping closer to me and it was only now that I could smell the liquor on his breath. I pulled my hand away before he could grab it and stepped back scoffing at him.

“Just please go, Calum.”

“Allie, please -”

“I was going to come back.” I stated, cutting him off . A baffled look raked over his features and I watched his eyes go wide.

“What do you mean?”

“The night I called Ashton to talk to you, the night that you were with that girl I was calling to tell you that I was coming back.” My voice broke as a lump formed in my throat thinking back to the night that finally broke the last pieces of my heart. “But you were busy.” I spat.

“No. No, no Allie I swear to god that wasn’t what it sounded like -”

“You called her babe and hung up in my face, Calum. Are you fucking serious?”

“Baby, I did it because I was hoping it would make you jealous enough to come back to me. It was my sister, I asked her to I swear to god.” 

Baby. Hearing that stupid pet name still did things to me. I felt an overwhelming sadness take over my subconscious, mixed feelings were swirling through my brain, it very well could have been his sister, but how could he be selfish enough to hurt me in that way again. The feeling of complete heartbreak overtook my senses and for the first time since I met Calum I didn’t feel the want or the need to fight for him. I didn’t have the strength to again. 

“It’s over now Calum. Just stay away from me.” I mumbled turning on my heal to search for Liam. I made eye contact with him right before I felt Calums large hands engulf mine.

“I love you, Alex. Please I can’t keep living like this.”

His words didn’t get the chance to have an effect on me before Liam was by my side shoving Calum away.

“Get the fuck away from her, Hood.” He seethed, I grabbed onto his shoulder hoping to keep him at bay.

“Liam it’s Michaels wedding. Calm down.” I whispered in his ear.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Calum challenged. 

For the love of god. I thought  It would’ve been better had I not come.

“Liam lets go.” I begged

“No, he can’t just come up to you and grab you like that. He has no right-”

“No right? I love her! She knows I love her, Allie please-”

“She tried to kill herself because of you!” Liam boomed, his voice carried through the ballroom and I felt like I could faint at any moment “The night she called you and you were with someone else again I caught her right before she fell five stories off of my balcony. So no, Calum, you have no right.” He was holding me in his chest now running his hand up and down my back to comfort me.

“I thought you would call back to get an explanation. I thought you would come back If I gave you a reason.” He spoke with a fragile voice, almost as if  he was afraid to talk to loudly.

“How was I supposed to know that! You gave me every reason to think that you had moved on.”

“I tried to call you after I hung up.” He admitted “I tried to call you for an hour straight. I sent messages.”

Shock spread through my body, I hadn’t seen any messages or calls. Granted I didn’t have my phone on me until about three hours after the incident Liam did. I turned my attention to him and slowly backed away.

“Liam did you delete the messages?” I asked with a trembling voice “Did you erase my call log?”

“Yes. I did.” He admitted, he did have remorse in his voice but he was quick to explain his actions “You were so hurt, Allie. I was holding you for hours and then he texted with all these excuses. I didn’t want to see you hurt again. In my mind I was protecting you.” (E/N IM SO HURT RIGHT NOW LIAM HAD NO FLIPPING RIGHT!!!)

He was holding my hands and looking into my eyes; despite the betrayal that I felt in my heart I couldn’t be mad at him, he was protecting me. Or at least he thought he was.

“You mean to tell me, she would’ve been back home in our house if it wasn’t for you?”

“No, she would be dead if it wasn’t for me-”

No one had time to react before Calums fist collided with Liam’s jaw. I gasped as Liam staggered back holding onto his jaw. He never got the chance to hit back before Calum was on top of him throwing punch after punch.

“Cal, stop!” I begged pulled on his arms in hope to sway him “Please! Please, I’ll go with you we can talk, just Please.”

He slowed his movements now turning to look at me with a lost look in my eyes. I had no idea he tried to call me, so I owed it to him to let him explain. He didn’t shove me over that ledge, my drunken mind did. I couldn’t help but think that had I looked at my phone before Liam got ahold of it I could've been back to him by now, we could be home we could be getting married. I wouldn't be pretending that I didn't love him anymore

All this time thinking he had moved on but he had missed me as much as I missed him.

“Liam stop!” I screamed as he went in for a hit to Calums face causing Cal to stumble backwards giving Liam the upper hand.

At this point everyone around us was completely gobsmacked and Michael was holding onto a completely distraught Crystal. I feel horrible about this, it was stupid of me to come, I should’ve known better. (E/N they didn’t have to do this at the wedding though…like they JUST GOT MARRIED)

(A/N bitch it was your idea “have them do it at the wedding so Calum can get drunk and cause a scene” headass)

(E/N I didn’t think you’d actually do it!!)

(A/N of course I was gonna do it the idea was golden tf)

“Liam, stop!” A voice called out through the crowd, I looked up and matched the voice to Luke who was hurriedly pushing his way about the people making his way to the two men. I watched in awe as he effortlessly plucked Liam off of his best friend and threw him quickly to the side. He helped Calum up before demanding that he leave.

“It’s Mikey’s wedding man, this shit isn’t okay.” I heard him mumble as he walked with Calum.

I felt Liam's hand rest on my shoulder and I almost instantly backed away.

“I need to go talk to him.”

“Allie,” He whispered with a worried expression “I’m sorry I hit him but come on, he’s not good for you.”

“I still need to talk to him. I love him Liam, you know that. What gave you the right to decide what and who was good for me?”

He sighed as he let his hands fall to his waist. He seemed to ignore my question which was probably for the better.  

“I knew it was going to happen. You would see him and all those feelings would come back. Allie, go get closer, go confess your love, whatever you need to do. But please understand that the only reason I did what I did was because the thought of someone like you getting your heart torn apart by him again .”

“You’re so good to me Liam, I’m sorry-”

“Hey, its okay. I support you no matter what remember that.”

Running out of the venue I saw Luke sitting with Calum on the hood of his car. Calum had a cigarette resting between his lips and they were talking about something. As soon as his eyes met mine he put his cigarette out and sprinted to me.

“Calum-” I was cut off when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It only took me a second to relax into his touch allowing my hands to raise to the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to me.  I was the first to pull away allowing him to rest his forehead on mine, his breathing was labored and I could tell that he had been crying.

“Alex, did you really try to jump?” He asked quietly but when I didn’t respond he let out a strangled sob “Princess, I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were going to come home. I - I thought if I made you jealous enough you would come back and I could show you that I only wanted to be with you. I had no Idea-”

“Breathe baby.” I cooed looking up into his eyes. “We have time.”

“Can we go home? You don’t have to stay but please come back and talk. Please let me fix this.”

“Yeah, Cal. Let's go home.”

(E/N YESSS FUCK IT UPPPPPP!!!

Okay but on a serious note you guys don’t know how hard my job is. This girl really can’t spell. :’D. But I am glad that you guys enjoy my presence. )

(A/N Aye don’t put me out like that :( But no writing this chapter was really fun, we had a lot of fun writing it and I look forward to writing part three and boi oh boi I bet y’all are gonna enjooooyy that part. If you know what I mean WinK wiNk. I’m gonna convince Courtney to set up her own Wattpad cause let me tell you this girl has some good ideas. I hope y’all enjoyed please like and comment -Lyndsey x)

(E/N I have a Wattpad. I just don’t write.)

(A/N well then start fucking writing brah)

[kumkaniudaku]

Moonshine

A/N: I’m inspired by @justanotherloveaffair and her ability to write beautiful smut. This is my attempt to emulate the master. Enjoy some Sunday filth. 

Warnings: SMUT 

Word Count: 4k

Audio from Beyonce’s Coachella set kept your attention as your younger sister, Tiana, applied a light dusting of contour to the perimeter of your face.

“Get that double chin, girl,” you instructed. “I still have five pounds of hungry weight to get rid of before I can get to the baby weight.”

“Hush, T! You look good. Now you finally have an ass and some to hold up your jeans.”

Tiana dodged your playful attempt to her arm before she returned to your makeup. Despite the self-deprecating jokes, with some help from your husband and personal trainer, you’d learned to love your new body. You were far from the slim figure you sported in throughout your early years, but you appreciated the changes that came from bringing two humans into the world.

“May I ask why you and Chadwick are getting dressed separately? Is something wrong? Do I need to call Daddy?”

You chuckled at her rapid-fire questioning and shook your head, “No, TiTi, nothing is wrong. We’re, um, setting the mood.”

“Gross. I didn’t wanna be part of y’all’s freaky escapades.”

“Too late. You’re an accomplice to the murder of this pu-”

“Lalalalalala! I can’t hear you,” Tiana exclaimed, dropping the fan brush she was using to walking away and search for the setting spray in her kit. “I can’t even believe I’m asking this, but what mood are you setting?”

“I suggested we spice things up, you know. A little role play ain’t ever hurt nobody.”

“Please, spare me the graphic details.”

Rolling your eyes, you caught a glimpse of the message from “Ashy” flash across your screen. Like Micah when she’s promised ice cream, you jittered in your seat. The thought of your plan leading to some passionate, no kids around sex was the most exciting thing to happen in your life in months.

“It’s not super graphic,” you explained. “It’s only a little ‘pretend we don’t know each other double then go home and fuck like college students’ role play.”

Tiana’s dramatic gag made you double over in laughter. “Mama always said you ain’t listen. I bet he just sent you something nasty.”

“See, I wasn’t gonna say anything, but since you did, let’s see what we got from Daddy.” 

“Don’t ever call him that around me again.”

“Anyway,” you giggled, “He said, ‘We’re excited to see you later.’”

“We? Who is we?”

The attached images sent in invisible ink kept your mouth closed, mainly to stifle the moan tickling the back of your throat. Looking over your shoulder, Tiana caught a glimpse of what had you so preoccupied.

“Oh my God, do not open that while I’m standing here! This is like hearing mom and dad have sex that one time!”

“Are you comparing your brother-in-law and me to senior citizens? I’m offended.”

“Then you’ll just have to be offended. You’re old now, and Chadwick feels like my blood brother. I never want to hear about y'all's sex life.”

A long pause as she applied your lashes kept the room silent until you decided to speak. “You wanna know how it turns out, don’t you?”

“Girl, yes! If it works, I’m definitely stealing that idea for Nate and me!”

                                 ______________

Getting dressed for an event was always a long production for you, but nothing could compare to preparing yourself for the red carpet at Diddy’s annual white party. The lavish event almost always featured a day party with Hollywood’s elite in attendance. This year, the hip-hop mogul decided to switch things up. Instead of a day party, the event was moved to the evening to accompany the theme for the year, the Roaring 20s.

Standing in the mirror, you looked at your ass over your shoulder while twisting your hips. The custom Valdrin Sahiti gown fit your curves in all the right places while providing ample room to twerk and bounce as you saw fit. The bright lights in the hotel suite made the dress twinkle like a brand new diamond, adding to your confidence. Your face was beat, your wig and headpiece were secure, and your shoes were the perfect balance of stylish and comfortable. The only thing missing was your man.

An hour-long drive to the mansion that inspired the Great Gatsby gave your mind time to wander to what would happen during the evening. It felt like you were preparing for an actual first date, except it was with the man that had been in your life longer than most people. Still, the thought of “meeting him for the first time” kicked up nervous energy that you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. For Chadwick, a glass of whiskey and a three-way conversation with both brothers before leaving the suite he was using to get dressed calmed his nerves enough to convince him that carrying a flask to a party full of alcohol was a good idea. By the time the chartered car pulled in front of the opulent venue hosting the event, Chadwick was loose and ready for a good time.

Red carpet pictures for both of you were filled with questions from reporters about where the other one was. Deciding that it would be too weird to discuss your intentions to role play throughout the party, smiles and waves spoke for you. You were sure there would be a headline that all but confirmed your divorce, but it didn’t matter. They would see you making googly eyes at your man on the way out and change their tune while you raced back to the hotel to get what your body folded into a human pretzel.

Stepping inside the mansion opened up a world like no other. A host of famous faces covered in expensive fabrics moved and mingled in the expansive space, freeing themselves from whatever problems they had before coming inside.

“Tasha, girl, you look good,” you heard from behind you as you leaned over a railing to search for Chadwick for what felt like the hundredth time. Turning around brought you face to face with Jemele Hill and her boyfriend.

“Me? Girl, you! How you been?”

“Working and pissing off these old white men. The usual,” she laughed. “How are things with you and the family? I see you pulled up here alone.”

“The family is good. The kids are great, and Chadwick is doing well.” Your decision to ignore the latter portion of her sentence was not lost on Jemele.

“Oh, so you just gon’ not say anything about the last part, huh?”

“He’s here. Between you and me, we’re playing a little game. Consider it foreplay.”

“Oh, really,” she asked, looking over your shoulder with a smirk. “Looks like the other player is ready to get the game started.”

“Wha-” A warm hand on the small of your back and the scent of his familiar cologne alerted you to the presence you’d been looking for since the party began.

Jemele offered a silent smirk and nod before walking away to greet other party goers. After taking a deep breath, you turned to face Chadwick for the first time all night.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” He greeted with a broad smile and a confident aura that took your breath away. Running his fingers down your arm to reach your hand, he lifted your knuckles to his mouth to brush his lips across them. “I’m Chadwick.”

“I-I, uh, I’m...I have no idea who I am right now. Damn, you look good, baby.”

“Co, you ruined it,” he laughed, pulling you close to peck your lips.

“I’m sorry! Dammit, I was supposed to say my name, huh?”

“That’s usually how those conversations go.”

“But these conversations have never involved a man as fine as you. Turn around so I can see you.”

Taking a step back, Chadwick allowed you to hoop and holler as he gave you the full scope of his outfit. Using Quick from Harlem Nights as a style reference, Chadwick dazzled in an updated version of the classic choice. The white blazer and shirt contrasted his brown skin beautifully, complementing the black bowtie, pants, and shoes that went with the look. A red rose on his lapel, and an ornate pocket square tied the look together. You almost felt underdressed standing beside him.

“What you smilin’ at, girl?”

“You look so good! Is this the day my husband outdresses me at an event?”

“It might be,” he chuckled. “You look amazing, Sunshine. I saw you when you walked in, and I couldn’t even focus on the conversation I was having.”

“So, I make you lose focus? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Chadwick’s eyes twinkled with mischief before he spun your body around to direct you through the crowd.

Returning his hand to the small of your back, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Enjoy it now. You’ll be the one losing focus when we get back to the hotel tonight.”

A high pitched squeal of excitement left your lips, making him laugh. For the remainder of the night, no matter what was taking place at the moment, whenever your eyes would land on your man, anticipation made your body hot to the touch.

You watched him move around the room like he owned the place, waiting for the signal to head to the door. Every dance resulting in your ass being pressed to his crotch was torture, and he knew it. Inconspicuous nods to the door only made him want to stay longer to draw out your excitement for what was waiting for you on the other side of room 1405. But, as the party continued and the shots of “moonshine” were passed around, you noticed Chadwick morphe into a version of himself that you hadn’t seen since both of you were much younger.

The more the alcohol was introduced to his body, the more loose and carefree he became. Carefree turned into uncharacteristically loud and handsy, making you worry about what was to come.

Pulling him aside, you cupped his face in your hands to get a look at his eyes. Sure enough, Chadwick’s drooping lips did little to hide his red eyes.

“Babe, you’re drunk,” you deadpanned. “Let’s go. I’m not babysitting you through a hangover in the morning.”

“I’m fine, Sunshine! We’re having fun, right?” His arms circled your waist as he dipped his head to kiss random places along your jaw.

Alcohol mixed with his natural scent, creating the smell that you hoped would be intertwining with yours in a moment of sensual passion. It was clear that the only action you would see tonight was a 200-pound man smothering you under his weight for ten hours.

“You’re having too much fun. It’s time to tell your friends goodbye.”

“You look so cute when you’re mad at me.”

“You haven’t seen mad yet, Aaron. For the last time, let’s go. You’re one shot away from stumbling out of here and embarrassing yourself. These shoes are too cute to be dragging your heavy ass.”

“Those shoes are cute, baby. Did I buy those?”

“Get yo’ ass outta here, nigga,” you scolded Chadwick through gritted teeth, adding a hit to his arm with your clutch.

You sent a silent prayer to God, asking him to grant your inebriated spouse the strength to pull it together long enough to make it out of the building with no major mishaps. Channeling the sober actor deep inside, Chadwick made a clean exit, but not without sneaking one last shot when you weren’t watching. The last shot would prove to be the dagger.

Riding back to The Peninsula hotel was a task as both of fought to prevent Chadwick from ending up on TMZ the next morning.

“Drink the water, Chadwick,” you whispered through pursed lips. “If you throw up in this car or on me, I am going to call your parents.”

“I’m trying, Co. I feel like I gotta -.” His sentence was cut short by a loud dry heave, startling the driver.

“Is everything okay back there? I can stop if you need me to.”

“He’s fine!” Your answer was a little too cheery and obviously a lie. “Please, no matter what you do, do not stop this car. Get us back to the hotel as quickly as you can and pull up to the back entrance. I can handle it from there.”

Chadwick managed to hold in the consequences of his rapid alcohol consumption until he reached the hotel room. The moment his expensive oxfords hit the plush carpet of the hotel suite, the race to find a nearby receptacle was on. From the small kitchenette, you watched with an annoyed stare while he hurled into the first trash can he could locate.

“Baby, help,” he whined from his spot on the couch. His body sagged against the couch to match his disheveled appearance and crestfallen expression. His eyes, round as saucers and pleading for your attention, were almost too hard to ignore.

“Hell no. I told you to slow down, and you didn’t. Suffer. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”

Over his shenanigans, you retired to the bathroom to take off your wig and wash off the night before stretching across the bed naked to mourn what could have been. The idea to masturbate the pain away was fleeting, leaving you to scroll through social media feeds until you were tired.

Chadwick followed your lead soon after and took a shower to forget about the evening’s events. He knew he shouldn’t have gone that hard, but when the drinks are flowing and the vibe is right, it was hard to turn down a shot or ten.

After allowing the shower water to wash away his sins and begin his descent to sobriety, Chadwick entered the bedroom with his shoulders slumped.

“I never want to drink like that again, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry to me,” you answered without turning to look at him. “Be sorry to yourself. You knew your old ass didn’t need that much liquor.”

“Shit, if I didn’t know then, I sure as hell know now.” Ignoring your condescending “mhmm,” Chadwick chose to take advantage of your position on the bed and rest his head on your bare ass. He hummed a sigh of approval as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face your supple skin. “This is the only thing that makes sense right now.” 

“Yeah, well, don’t get comfortable. When this tutorial is over, I’m getting dressed for bed.”

“Give me five minutes, sweetheart. The room feels like it’s spinning.”

A Jackie Aina holiday look tutorial played in the background, becoming the only sound in the room for several minutes. While you clung to the YouTuber’s every word, Chadwick drifted in and out of sleep with his face pressed into your behind. The concoction of Ace of Spades and whatever was in the house Moonshine was still influencing his decisions, and trying to convince him to do the unthinkable. There were a few trends he promised he would get himself into, but the alcohol was in control.

He started with a quick kiss to the cheek he was laying on to test the waters. A small peck didn’t kill him or garner your attention, so he decided to up the ante. With a hand gripping the left cheek, he ran a tongue across the right side before sealing it with a kiss.

“What are you doing, boy?”

“I have no idea. Just go with it.”

“Aaron, if you don’t - oooh!”

In an unexpected turn of events, Chadwick’s hands spread your cheeks to make room for his face. Your breath hitched when his tongue came in contact with your rim, surprising you while sending a tingle from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. He’d done a lot to your body with his mouth, but this was a first.

You’d heard the stories from your girls about their significant others venturing into uncharted territory, and told yourself it was something that you wanted to experience without forcing the issue with your husband. Now, with your body writhing in pleasure against your man’s face, you finally had a story for the group chat in the morning.

Chadwick was lost in his own world, alternating between different pressures and speeds as he used his hands to jiggle your ass for his amusement. His tongue swirled in time with his long index and middle fingers pumping in and out of your center. You saw stars, and with the assortment of liquors in his system acting as a low budget Heart Shaped Herb, he showed no signs of letting up.

“It’s too much,” you whined between whimpers. The slurping behind you and the wetness leaking from your core added to your sense of euphoria, making the current activities overwhelming.

Chadwick chuckled at your attempt to tap out and continued to give your rim his undivided attention. His tongue flicked between your puckered hole and your perineum, drawing breathless moans from your throat. The more you voiced your approval, the more he met your cries of pleasure with groans of his own.

Feeling your walls contracting around his fingers, he took the opportunity to attack your clit with his mouth. Chadwick sucked and licked without regard for your mild convulsions under the weight of his arms. Pushing your right leg up gave him a better angle to suck the rest of your consciousness from your pussy. He was a man on a mission for your pleasure and his. As far as he was concerned, he could and would taste you until the sun took its place in the sky the next morning.

You came with a silent scream followed by an ear-splitting groan before your muscles released to leave you in a pliant heap. The way your chest heaved in search of oxygen to replace what was lost during your mind-boggling orgasm. You needed five minutes and a water break before you could engage in any more activities. Chadwick only needed a split second to shimmy out of his briefs before he was flipping you onto your back and pulling you to the end edge of the bed.

You yelped in surprise and readied yourself for whatever he had in store. Chadwick’s eyes were blown wide with lust, a far cry from what you witnessed at the party. Lifting your legs, he used one hand to keep your ankles together and the other to stroke himself.

“C’mere, girl,” he growled into your ear before aligning his tip with your entrance. He stared at your pussy in awe of the way the head of his dick glistened the more he rubbed the sensitive area along the seam created by the position of your legs. Still, he wasn’t satisfied.

Letting go of your ankles, he pushed your legs until they were parallel to the bed on both sides. He wanted you wide open for him, and you knew what to do next. Braving through the sting of the position, you took control of your legs to keep them open. As your hands gripped your thighs, he slid into you in one fluid motion.

Chadwick’s jaw dropped to let out a moan that you couldn’t distinguish from yours if you tried. Leaning over, he thrust his tongue deep into your mouth to accompany his deep strokes. The way his chest hair teased your taut nipples and the coarse hair of his beard rubbed against your face as he sucked on your neck felt like sensory overload. You hoped the slow swivel of his waist to hit every spot within you would continue until both of you collapsed in satisfaction.

Instead, after he’d suck every inch skin he could get his mouth on, Chadwick began a relentless pace. His hips snapped to yours rapidly, his shaft disappearing and emerging drenched in your juices each time. His hands pressed your waist into the bed as he threw his head back and let out a string of praises and primal grunts.

“Look at this pretty ass pussy,” he husked with his eyes fixated below your waist. “Who this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You! It’s yours!”

“And what’s my name, gorgeous? Say my name.” He slowed his pace again to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, not releasing until it was swollen and red from the contact. It felt like he’d taken your common sense with him, leaving you wide-eyed without a clue on how to make your mouth say words. “What’s my name, baby?”

“Fuck,” you squealed as he returned to his quick thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy! Shit!”

“Let me see if you can take all of it, Co. Turn around for me.”

You didn’t have time to comprehend the instructions before you were flipped onto your stomach and repositioned at the edge of the bed.

Your feet could barely hit the ground before he spread your legs with his knee and pulled your hips back to meet his body. He stilled for a moment to kiss a trail up your spine and to your ear.

“Can you take it,” he whispered into your ear while nuzzling his nose into your temple.

You responded with a nod and a breathy ‘yes,’ receiving praise and a gentle kiss to your ear.

With the pads of his thumbs buried in the small of your back, he resumed his long, deep strokes. The bed quaked in time with his rhythm, creaking under the power of his movement.

You reached for any available fabric to keep you steady as you tried to form a coherent thought. For as long as you’d be intimate with Chadwick, you’d never allowed him to do all the work during sex. Though he’d dominated the encounter thus far, you had to contribute to the group effort.

Mustering up some strength, you met his strokes at the halfway point, earning a pleased moan. His hand came down hard on your thigh as he increased his pace, daring you to keep up. The burn of his skin colliding with yours triggered an animalistic nature in you that was rarely explored.  

“That’s right, baby, use me. Give me all that shit.”

Chadwick didn’t verbalize his reaction past a few grunts of effort, prompting you to twist your body to look back at him. When he pulled his eyes from his work to look at you, the fire in his eyes was one you hadn’t seen in a while.

Even in the dark, you could make out a primal desire smoldering behind the eyes that always looked at you with love and admiration. Releasing his bottom lip from his top row of teeth, he reached to your face and gripped your chin.

“Look at me.” His movements never stuttered despite the momentary shift of focus.

Obscene smacking and expletives filled the atmosphere already thick with the musk of sex. Chadwick’s grip in your chin forced you to maintain intense eye contact through the onset of another orgasm.

“Kiss me,” you rasped. “Kiss me right now!”

He obliged with no hesitation, pressing his palm into your back to flatten you against the bed before connecting his mouth to yours with a string of his saliva. Under normal circumstances, the thought of someone else’s spit entering your mouth in this manner was a hard boundary. Fortunately, these weren’t normal circumstances. You welcomed the lewd fluid swap with your tongue outstretched. His lips came crashing against yours seconds later, excited to nibble and lick to his heart’s content. Together, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and absorbed moans to eliminate some of the noise in the room. Chadwick’s left hand moved from your waist to fondle your breasts while he kissed your shoulder blade.

“You gon’ cum for me, baby girl? I wanna feel you all over this dick.”

“Mhmm! Yesyesyesyes!”

“Good. Tell everybody on this floor who got you this wet.”

“You, Aaron!”

“That’s right,” he smiled against your shoulder. “Tell everybody who’s making you feel like this, Queen.”

“Fuck,” you gasped as the first wave of your release came crashing down “You, baby!”

Knowing and feeling how close you were to his desired goal, Chadwick straightened his body and pulled your arms behind your back for leverage. With your arms crossed in the middle of your back, your body shook through a gushing orgasm, soaking your legs and his to match the tears rolling down your face.

The strength of your release, the pulsing contractions of your walls surrounding him, and the waning effects of the alcohol contributed to your husband’s pursuit of his own orgasm.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, T. Can I c-”

“Do it on my face, Daddy.”

His eyes searched yours for any sign of reluctance or a joke but found none. He couldn’t believe that you of all people would make such a request. He was intrigued and ready to live out a dark fantasy from his late teens.

He pulled out of your pussy and jerked himself until you were situated on your knees in front of him. Pushing his hands away, you took over.

Your hands twisted in alternating directions as your mouth focused on the head of his dick.

“Got damn, Co, just like that,” he groaned with his hands palming the back of your disheveled cornrows. “Fuck, let me finish.”

Your hands relinquished control to slide up and down his thighs while you braced yourself. Chadwick pumped at his shaft vigorously, moaning and rasping incoherent phrases until he was at his peak.

His release came complete with a booming grunt and his toes curling beneath him as ropes of thick cum sputtered across the smooth plain of your cheeks and mouth. You thought you’d feel disgusting, but the more he came, the more you felt like the most powerful woman in the world.

His massive head tapped against your lips until he was sure there was nothing left to give you. Immediately, your tongue jetted from your mouth to taste all that you could reach.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy,” you purred, still covered in his cum.

Cupping your face, he pulled you to your feet while enthralling you in a kiss so passionate you could feel your knees buckling below you.

After what felt like an extra ten minutes of kissing, Chadwick left to fetch a warm towel to clean both of you up.

“Damn, Lil Bow Wow, who knew you were down to get this nasty?”

“Did you just call me Bow Wow,” you laughed. “How rude! I was going for Queen Latifah in set it off.”

“Right now you’re Skin Diamond, and I’m not mad at it. This was definitely top five between us. I’m willing to give it the number one spot.”

“Oooh! Wanna see if we can...top it? You’re not too tired, are you?” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, hoping that he would agree to one more round before you were forced into quiet sex when the kids were asleep.

He quirked an eyebrow at you with a smug smile, “Is that a challenge? You must be trynna make another baby.”

“Woah, no! That is not what I said! Put me down!” Your squeals and giggles fell on deaf ears as Chadwick hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to the hotel balcony.

“Nah, you were talkin’ real tough, CoCo! We ‘bout to make a baby on this balcony. Hell, we at least gon’ get some good practice in!”

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[kingotabek]

do you have any fic recs?

EBuckle up. This is only took me three weeks to formulate an answer for okay because I read SO MANY FICS (like not kidding sometimes upwards of ten or twelve a day) and this ask is MAKING ME PICK????

I’ll put them in neat little ship categories too, so I don’t look like a completely uncultured reader.

**** = My faves. 

 I’ll designate my fics too, because why not shamelessly promote myself while I’m here. 

Victor/Yuuri (Victuuri):

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too [T, 1.6k] by shingeki_no_llama  | Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.———Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo

Viktor!!! on Ice {E. 2.3k} by timelordofrassilon | Yuuri sent a prayer of thanks to the gods for whoever invented ice cubes. He stood in the onsen, body hot and steaming from the water at his waist, while Viktor’s cold tongue slid up the curve of his neck.————————–Fluffy, in-character onsen sex that is also 100% raunchy ice skater porn. They confess their fantasies. There are ice cubes. Yuuri talks about his body pillow.

****Unwritten {T, 34k} by kaizuka | Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

hold me hard and mellow {M, 3k} by YuuriVityaNyan (NarryEm) |Training with Viktor is … hard.  In more ways than one.It doesn’t take long for Yuuri to realise that if Viktor is going to coach him, there are few things that he has to work out first.  One of which is his not so little crush on the Russian skater.  And, of course, he has to figure out how the heck he is going to skate to ‘eros’ for the skate-off.

****************Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches  {E, 197k} by Reiya   | ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

all the world’s a stage {E, 112k} by braveten | Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.(And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)

****Even if I Tried {T, 6k} by deathbycoldopen | He took his place next to Viktor in the kiss and cry, floating like ash over the wreckage of the fire. He took the water bottle Viktor offered with a murmured thank you, and stared out at the ice. Distantly, he couldn’t quite believe that the surface was still frozen.“Did it really feel that good?”His eyes flickered over to Viktor, then back to the ice. There was a different kind of heat invading his cheeks now, all too familiar and unwelcome. “Um,” he said quietly. “Mostly I just wanted people to feel good watching it.”Lie. He’d only thought of one person. The man who’d regularly had underwear thrown onto the ice along with the flowers, the man who’d had four scandalous and highly publicized affairs with models and other skaters before the age of twenty, the man that Yuuri couldn’t hope to keep but desperately wanted to.

My Victuuri Fics:

Like The Ache Of Life {T, 1k} | Victor lives a life of aching limbs, high spins, and blades against ice.He’s trapped.——–Or that one fic that’s not as angsty as the description makes it sound, and where two boys fall in love.

Otabek/Yuri (Otayuri):

Sonata in A Major {T, 8k} by Lumieres | Yuri is like a meteorite, caught in his atmosphere. If he doesn’t take care of him, he’ll completely burn up, and there won’t be anything left for him to salvage.(Or: Three times, Yuri and Otabek kiss, only to never speak about it again.)

****Teach Me Just What Fast Is {E, 3k} by Zee |  “You don’t like it when other people tell you what to do,” Otabek said, “but you accept it from me. Why is that?”Yuri likes it when Otabek bosses him around, and Otabek calls him on it.

How Long You Walked For (til you got lost tonight) {T, 3k} by LiviKate | “Stop apologizing,” Yuri snapped at him. “You told me you loved me, and now you’re just thanking me and apologizing. It’s weird.”Or, in which Otabek falls in love and doesn’t notice when Yuri does, too.

*****fingers crossed my obsession with you is tameable {E, 5k} by seaworn | “I think I didn’t quite grasp it. Show me again?” Yuri asked breathlessly.Otabek bit his lower lip, eyes lighting up in joy.“Alright.”**Yuri and Otabek meet on New Year’s Eve.

**********  From Almaty, With Love {E, 71k} by BoxWineConfessions ( @boxwineconfession ) | It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.“You’re used to the noise?”“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty. (this one is my fave I WOULD DIE FOR IT and im not at all biased. Just check out the author’s profile and read all the fics there okay? Okay.) 

****Endurance and Peach Tea {G, 11k} by chapstickaddict | Yuri hummed. His body didn’t uncurl, but instead of pressing his face into the fold of his legs, he rested it on his crossed forearms. Tilting his face towards Otabek, he looked for the bronze metal. The colorful ribbon snuck into the folds of his jacket, hiding his prize from view. Yuri reached out, and Otabek let him pull the ribbon to bring the metal into the light.It was beautiful. Heavy and ornate, with the front masterfully detailed. The perfect symbol of success. Yuri flipped it over, admiring Otabek’s name carved along the back.Wait.“Did they spell your name wrong?” he demanded, straightening. Otabek made a noise beside him.

****Yours, Mine, Ours {T, 5k} by aphhun   | Otabek blinked himself back into the conversation and turned towards Viktor. Without thinking, against what he tried his hardest to keep from happening, he inquired-“Your Yuuri’s, or my Yuri’s?”-In which Otabek has always been careful not to use Viktor’s “My Yuuri/Your Yuri” reference system but indulges in the habit on Live television, and Yuri has a damn heart attack.

Permanently {T, 14k} by HugsandButterflyKisses | What’s with you assholeOtabek sat stunned before looking at it again. That couldn’t be right. His soulmate wasn’t going to say that the first time they met.Otabek looked once again.What’s with you asshole was neatly printed on his left thigh.orThe soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your skin. Otabek can’t wait to get his but the mark is not what he expected. Neither is his soulmate.

************Shutter-Release {M, 7k} by kaijoskopycat | Otabek Altin has been a fashion photographer for longer than he cares to think about and he’s never been as moved by a model as he is when he meets Yuri Plisetsky, one of the most unconventional personalities for a top model out there. (all i can say is HOT DAMN)

My Otayuri Fics: 

Raincheck {T, 1k} | “You’ll be better before I leave.” Otabek hums; tracing the patterns of his upcoming routine on Yuri’s thighs.Yuri meets his eyes. “And if I’m not?”“Then I’ll just take a raincheck.”——–Or that fic where Yuri is sick and Otabek is simply the best.

A Journey To Love {Not Yet Rated, WIP, Currently 6k+, 2/10 chapters} | For Otabek and Yuri, love is a journey.—Or, ninety-nine scenes of them falling in love and one where they finally say it. (WIP)

An Errant Spark {E, WIP, 14k+ Currently} | The future, convoluted and ever-changing as it is, doesn’t come to Yuri easily. ——- Or that Hero/Fair AU will all kinds of other things thrown in. (WIP)

With Us Went The Sun {T, 1.5k} | It’s one forty-five in the morning and the sky is bright. Not with stars or the lights of buildings rising through the night, but bright like day. Lit with shades of pale yellow like some old forgotten painting; phosphorescent as it burns, and blinding.Otabek forces his stinging eyes away, and looks to Yuri. (Warning: ANGST)

Someday, In This Morning Light {G, .6k} | This life is filled with simple beauty, and Otabek relishes silent moments such as this one, where he can do no more than observe and collect memories. (Drabble)

Hear Me Roar {Explicit, 13k+} | Yuri can’t remember when it started; has no idea when the first instance of Otabek’s control over him was displayed. But somewhere over their three years of friendship, Yuri realized that not only does he listen to Otabek, he enjoys  it. (A Six Part Series)

Phichit/Seung-Gil (SeungChuChu):

Bite Me {T, 3k} by EttaMills |  Phichit Chulanont looks so innocent. Who knew, underneath, was a sharp-tooth predator who is very protective of his friends? Feature Seung Gil’s first date and him not knowing how to act around this ball of sunshine and Yuuri and Phichit being adorably supportive of each other.

take a picture (it’ll last longer) {T, 4k} by aozu | Phichit takes a lot of photos.And by a lot, Seung-gil means a fuck ton.

That’s all for now folks. :)