#lola snippet

[welcometololaland]

Fic Origin Story aka. Hyperfixations: the Original

A bunch of you tagged me back in this which is...fair because I should probably do my own if I'm going to expect people to tell me their life fic story. I'm SORRY I'm so obsessed with knowing about people it's a problem.

I'm living for all your responses please keep going I beg!

1. What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

I don't think it's a secret that I once upon a time wrote for the fandom that shall not be named, but my first fandom was actually Veronica Mars. I read fic on some website that no longer exists but was devoted entirely to LoVe (Logan/Veronica).

I never wrote and never left comments like a complete dick, but I was also 14 and it's like common knowledge I was a complete asshole as a child.

2. What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

For fic, it was a ridiculously terrible self-insert Veronica Mars story (except I inserted myself as a best friend not a love interest...interesting choice). I remember my character surfed and made people eat Vegemite. Which...I can't surf and I'm not even going to address the Vegemite thing.

I think I was 14. It never saw the light of day thank GOD.

3. What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Wait, and find something you're really passionate about. I'd get stuck on a bunch of chaptered fics that seemed like good ideas but I had no real fire for. Then Speak for Yourself happened and I was like damn, this is what writing is supposed to feel like.

Also, don't write in the second person. Who does that? (me, I did that)

4. What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

A. The day @everwitch-magiks left me a comment and changed my life by ushering me into a group of fandom friends and lighting the RWRB fire.

B. The day @rmd-writes dropped into my inbox with a gentle 'hey, do you want to let me in your doc for beta purposes?' and then took up residence and never left my G drive / heart.

5. Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

I have regret for accepting this suggestion. The below fic is a Hunger Games fic I wrote originally in 2013? but i reposted it to Ao3 in 2020 (shame - why did I do that). Also, note use of second person - a bold fucking choice that did not pay off 😂:

Time is something that you seem to forever wish for, and never seem to get. It feels like your whole life has been spent trying to grasp time with a firm hand and will it to stand still. It seems like you race against a clock ticking more rapidly with every day that passes. As all humans, your days are finite. But as the particular person that you are, chosen to lead a sick, twisted life of triumph and tragedy, the days slip by you so fast it feels like it is over before it has really had the chance to begin.

This is from my newest fic (which is somehow approaching 40k and only 3.5/10 chapters) 😬😬😬

TK rolls his eyes. “You’re pretty unobservant for a private investigator,” he murmurs. “If one more person offers to buy you a drink, I’m going to buy you a wedding ring and force you to wear it.”

“You’re— What?”

“I’m jealous,” TK says drily, arching an eyebrow in Carlos’ direction. “Didn’t realise I needed to spell it out for you.”

Carlos frowns. “Of annoying hedge fund managers trying to buy me overpriced drinks and talk me into heli-skiing?”

“Hedge fund managers in Austin?” TK smirks. “Oh baby, you found a good one.”

Not tagging anyone because I already spammed a bunch of people but tagging @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses @rmd-writes because you tagged me back and @clottedcreamfudge because you taught me how to be ridiculous and now you must deal with the consequences of your actions.

[light-koe-pinsky]

♪You can be a lover or a fighter, whatever you desire

Life is like a runway and you're the designer

Wings of a butterfly, eyes of a tiger

Whatever you want, baby, choose your fighter♪♫

[welcometololaland]

🚩 BREAKING HIATUS TO BEG PEOPLE TO GUESS BECAUSE HONESTLY I CAN'T REMEMBER HALF OF WHAT I WROTE NOW 🚩

wip wednesday thursday

thanks for the tag @hippolotamus! 

I am once again here with some snippets from the fic that @welcometololaland and I are writing together, but we thought we’d play a little game today because it’s getting to the point where sometimes neither of us can remember who’s written what in this fic. So, here are two snippets from the fic, one written by me and one written by Lola, if you think you know who wrote them, feel free to jump into the comments with your guess!

“Falafel?” Carlos asks, panic rising in his throat. “You’re not vegetarian are you? Oh my god, I should have checked first, I’m so sorry. Here, I can take it back,” he says, reaching for the container and inadvertently placing his hands on TK’s. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Carlos,” TK interrupts him, laughter in his voice, but it isn’t unkind. “I’m not vegetarian.”

“You’re not?” Carlos winces at the way his voice goes a little pitchy. 

“No, I’m not.”

Relief washes over Carlos and his breaths come a little easier. 

“I am vegan though,” TK deadpans. 

Carlos stops breathing. 

–

TK knows it might seem desperate, but he doesn’t think he’s ever sent a calendar invite out quicker in his life. He feels buoyed by the fact that Carlos accepts it almost immediately, before another email lands in his inbox.

–

From: carlosreyes@fmcwpartners.com To: tstrand@morganpearson.com

Subject: 11pm

Hi TK

I think you set the time on the calendar invite to 11pm instead of 11am?

Aside from the fact that there may be few coffee shops open at that time, I suspect that no one will believe an 11pm coffee catch up is strictly professional.

Carlos.

–

TK actually cringes at the faux pas and sinks back into his seat. He’s given momentary reprieve from his pervasive feeling of shame as an email from his mother lands in his inbox. It’s marked high priority, which he supposes means he should open it sooner rather than later, lest she appear at his office door unannounced and refer to him by his full name.

It’s not Wednesday here anymore and it’s getting late for everyone else, so consider this an open tag to share what you’re working on! 

[kalolasart]

“I noticed that you really enjoy to corner me, while I sit on tables." “You can’t run away from me like this." “Why would I ever do that?”

Illustration for chapter 19. The interrogation of the Paper Hearts Black Clover fan fiction.

[nani-nonny]

(A)PAF: Sibling moment between Casey Jr and his little sister

At this point I should admit I have no self control… anyways, another family fluff snippet that has very minor spoilers to the main story but honestly doesn’t spoil the plot.

Check the father-daughter snippet if you want more family fluff

Leonardo takes a sip of his tea in the kitchen, staring blankly straight ahead. He’s grateful for this moment of peace and quiet, especially after Lou’s crying that lasted all throughout the night. He was thankful Donnie, temporarily, soundproofed his train car because her crying would have kept everyone awake. He would rather deal with a crying baby than with the others’ sleep-deprived fury.

He knew parenting wasn’t easy, he had some experience with CJ. But he’s starting from scratch, so to speak. He only had to take care of CJ as a baby in short increments. Now he has to take care of a baby 24/7.

And just as he was about to take his next sip, Lou’s haunting cries echoed from his open train car. Sharp and nearly ear-piercing, it taunts him and his heavy eyelids.

With a sigh, he takes his mug and follows the sound of her crying. Each step he takes it gets louder, and louder, and louder. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was pulling out microphones and megaphones for each step he took.

He steps onto the threshold and her crying suddenly stops.

Fear erupts in his chest and he braces the doorway to push him forward, but stops dead in his tracks when his eyes land on CJ sitting on his bed.

The teen is sitting pretzel style on the blankets, the back of a small green head barely visible in the gap of CJ’s legs.

His son is smiling wide, clicking tongs in his hands as his head bops side to side. The tongs click click click in his hands to the rhythm of the familiar song he sings to Lou.

“Tong tong tong tong, pakitong-kitong. Alimango sa dagat, malaki at masarap! Kay hirap hulihin, sapagkat nagangagat!”

CJ pinches Lou’s cheeks lightly at the final part of the song before kissing her diamond stripe. Lou giggles delightfully, her sharp chirps bouncing off the walls. She closes and opens her hands just like the tongs and trying to mimic the words CJ sings, but her little beak only opens and closes with small chirp sounds.

CJ takes a deep breath and sings slightly faster, clicking the tongs to match the faster rhythm, “Tang tang tang tang, pakatang-katang. Alamanga sa dagat, malaka at masarap! Kay harap halahan, sapagkat nangangagat!”

The teen pinches Lou’s cheeks again, earning those same sharp giggles that melt Leonardo’s heart. Tiny green hands reach up to pinch CJ’s face, opening and closing like a little crab. CJ shakes his head softly, a soft coo to his voice as he says, “Not me, Lou!”

CJ takes another big breath, dramatic and puffing out his chest as he does, but Lou suddenly chirps. It’s not a chirp of distress, but one that catches CJ’s attention and stops him.

Lou’s hands suddenly reach blindly behind her, closing and opening like a crab again.

“I’ve been found,” Leonardo teases and walks into the room.

“Sensei! I didn’t know you were there,” CJ greets and lifts Lou enough to stand in the gap of his crossed legs.

Lou chirps happily, tiny hands still grabbing the air like a crab in Leonardo’s direction. She coughs and suddenly yells in the smallest voice, ��Da!”

Leonardo nods and takes her from CJ’s lap, lifting her into his arms and to rest in the crook of his elbow. She mimics CJ’s tongs clicking and head bopping, trying to sound out the words but they only come out as chirps and churrs.

She finishes the song by pinching Leonardo’s cheeks, a small effort that makes the father nearly collapse on his bed from how adorable her fingers felt. “Good job, Louie! You’re a little crab that bites,” he exclaims as he kisses her diamond stripe.

Lyrics: (it’s the same every verse but the vowels change)

Tong tong tong tong, pakitong-kitong. Crab in the sea, big and delicious. So difficult to catch because it bites!

[acacia-may]

Hi Acacia! 💕

Could I have 1, 15 and 24 for your ask game?

Hi Lola! I'm always so excited to hear from you. Thank you so much for the ask and for playing this writing excerpt game! 🥰 I chose exclusively from my BC library for you and hope you’ll enjoy these 💕

1 An excerpt of my writing that makes me smile

If you'll indulge me, I think I'll pick two! ^^ Since I just reread this and have really been thinking about Lorelei a lot recently, here is a snippet from "Lucky" which tells the backstory of how Henry and Lorelei first met when they were children (he's 10 years old and she is 9 here). It was fun writing about a little bitty Henry and giving him a friend since he's so lonely. Just one of those wholesome stories that gave me a lot of warm & fuzzies to write! 💕

Henry’s cheeks turned a bit rose when he realized what he had said, but Lorelei just laughed. “So you’re a mind reader? Can you tell me how I’m feeling right now?” Henry pursed his lips together. It usually didn’t work the way Lorelei thought. He mainly picked up on subtle differences and changes in mana signatures. What she was asking him to do know would essentially be reading her mind, but… “I can try.” Closing his eyes, Henry took a deep breath and searched for Lorelei’s mana. Once again he was struck by how warm it was in the softest, most gentle way. He could almost think of what it reminded him of, but he still couldn’t put a word to it. And he certainly couldn’t figure out her emotion from it. “I don’t know…” he admitted at last with a defeated sigh. He decided to make an educated guess. “Disappointed?” He would have been disappointed if he was her given the circumstances and the fact she would be stuck with him in this dreary old house when they grew up. “No,” she replied, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m happy.” “Why?” The question slipped out before he could stop it. “Because you’re Henry Legolant, and you’re nice. I guess I really am lucky.” Henry’s face flushed a deep red, and he stumbled over his words until he eventually managed to choke out, “Lucky?” “Mhmm…like my magic. It’s lucky magic, and even if it’s weak, it still makes good things happen for me. Like when I almost fell down the stairs, but you saved me. And my parents picking out a stranger for me to marry when I get older, but he’s actually really nice and my friend.” “Friend?” Henry repeated the word incredulously. He shook his head in disbelief. Had she really said they were…? Could they really be friends? “Of course we’re friends, silly,” Lorelei chuckled, and Henry blushed red as he wondered if it was, in fact, Lorelei who could read minds. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks as a warmth began to spread through his chest; however, he stared down at his twisting hands and bit his lip. “I’ve…I’ve never had a friend before...” Lorelei hummed. “Well…you’ve got one now,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and Henry could feel her sincerity in the flickers of her kind, comforting mana. As it swirled around him almost like a warm blanket, a smile tugged at his mouth, and he realized what it was her mana reminded him of. It felt like a home—the kind that he had only read about. Somewhere warm, cozy, and safe filled with family and friends who cared for each other. It was only a distant dream for Henry, but…now he had a friend so, perhaps, he could have a home someday too.

I also wanted to include an excerpt from "First Christmas" which is a fluffy little story about all the future Black Bulls celebrating together and trying to make the holiday truly special for Yami and Charlotte's son (since it's his very first one!). This snippet has some YamiChar and Rillmy, so it especially makes me smile! ^^

“Hey!” protested Finral. “You guys are so mean to me. You’re both married and no one ever gives you a hard time about it.”  “That’s because Rill is wonderful”—Charmy beamed at him—“there’s nothing to give me a hard time about, and we were all waited for years for the Captain and Charlotte to get together. When they finally did, we were just so relieved that they had stopped being so dense.” “Charmy, Rill didn’t even know who you were for how long…” bantered Vanessa. “We actually told him that you were his ‘food goddess,’ and he still didn’t get it. I don’t think you get to tease anyone for being dense.”  “That was a mistake,” said Rill apologetically. “But I know who she is now, and we’re very happy!” Finral patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay. These things happen.” “He’s still not as dense as Captain Yami,” said Zora dryly. “Listen, I got married before any of you morons so I don’t think I’m the dense one here.” The room grew suddenly quiet as the entire squad just blinked at him. Yami frowned, as Charlotte’s cheeks flushed. She had learned pretty quickly that the Black Bulls had been waiting for her and Yami to get together for almost as long as she had, but she was still getting used to getting teased about it. “She was sending me a lot of mixed signals, okay? I was just trying to be respectful.” Vanessa snorted a laugh before she rolled her eyes. “They weren’t mixed signals. She was totally into you—even Magna noticed.” “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I notice things!” “We were honestly starting to get worried it was never going to happen,” teased Vanessa with a wink, completely ignoring Magna’s protests. “But you figured it out, and now you have this little one.” She turned to Charlotte with a smile, and as ran her hand across Katsu’s back, he turned to look at her with wide blue eyes that looked far older than his years. “And he’s such a cutie! Do you think he’s ready to be held again?” Charlotte nodded as she held Katsu out to her and said, “Sure. Go ahead” to the wide-spread protestations of the rest of the squad who were promptly told to wait their turns. Smiling brightly, Vanessa took the baby and began walking around with him to show off the decorations. “Hi Katsu. Aren’t you just the cutest little man? You look just like your dad—especially with all this messy dark hair. If only we could get him in a Christmas sweater like this.”  Yami frowned. “Don’t even think about it.” 

15. An excerpt of my writing from an old piece that I like

I've decided to choose an excerpt from the first Black Clover fanfiction I ever wrote, Yellow Flowers, (I think only the first chapter is posted to Tumblr, but all 3 chapters are on AO3 and my old FFN account). This fic is my take on the backstory of how Vanessa and Finral became friends shortly after Vanessa joined the Black Bulls, and I'm still really proud of it, even though I think I have a much better grasp on the characters now. This whole scene in final chapter is probably my favorite in the piece, but here's just a snippet of it:

Inhaling sharply, Finral's voice hitched. He turned his entire body away from her, but Vanessa watched as his shoulders began to shake. He sniffled and wiped his hand across his face, and she wondered if he was crying. She stared at him, frozen, her breath getting caught in her lungs and her insides twisting—a pang in her chest. She had felt this once before. Once, when she was in the market with Gordon, she had seen a lost child sobbing and wailing for his mother. She had tried to will her legs to move—to go over and comfort him—but she had frozen, just like this. By the time, she had managed to take a step forward, the boy’s mother had come running towards him and took him into her arms, crying herself. Vanessa had been so relieved, but it had struck a nerve in her and she couldn’t help but think of all the children who didn’t have a family to love them—whose cries went unheard and who were all alone—children like her…like Finral. When she looked at him now, all she could see was a lost, crying child, beaten down so many times with those words: useless, worthless, coward—until he believed them. Her arms seemed to move on their own as she wrapped them around Finral—holding him tightly. “Va…Vanessa,” he half-gasped, half-choked, and Vanessa pulled back slightly. She had never hugged anyone before and worried it had made him uncomfortable. She was beginning to wonder if she should have asked him first, when his stiff shoulders softened and he wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes widened. She had never been hugged either. Since they were around the same height, she pressed her chin to his shoulder and pulled him close. She could feel him shaking—hear his shallow breathing, and she knew he was crying. Something prickled behind her eyes. She didn’t know what to say. She felt…helpless. “I’m so sorry” was all she could manage.   Eventually, he broke away from her wiping his eyes with a breathy, self-deprecating chuckle, “You must think I’m pretty pathetic...” “No,” answered Vanessa shaking her head. “You’re not pathetic at all. Your family is wrong about you. You aren’t useless. Your magic is defensive because you don’t want to hurt anyone—because you’re kind—and it’s incredible. I spent most of my life wishing for magic that could take me anywhere. If I had a power like that…” Vanessa’s voice trailed as she smiled bitter-sweetly off at the horizon. Her voice wavering, she let out a shaky sigh before she continued, “And running away—leaving your House—doesn’t mean you’re weak. Just think about it, you just decided to pack up your things and leave that awful place. You didn’t even have to be rescued…” She paused as her hands trembled, and the words got stuck in the back of her throat. “There are…a lot of people who aren’t strong enough to do that, and the fact that you did…that doesn’t mean that you’re a coward”—her voice hitched—“It means that you’re brave.” His watery eyes widening in shock, Finral’s jaw fell slightly slack. “Brave?” he whispered almost as if he didn’t believe it, and Vanessa nodded. Finral’s face was already red from crying, but she could tell a blush had filled his cheeks as a small smile formed in the corners of his mouth. “I’ve…never been called that before...” He chuckled lightly as his voice trailed. “Thank you, Vanessa.” Vanessa shrugged, but her face flushed. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

24. An excerpt of my writing that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"

I don't think I've ever mentioned this on Tumblr before, but I have a very cheeky Black Clover "Choose Your Own Adventure" story called "Surviving The House Vaude Soap Opera." (It was never posted to Tumblr so this is an AO3 link). You are Finral, and it's very silly, purposefully melodramatic, and tongue-in-cheek--definitely not supposed to be taken seriously at all. It started out as an actual game I created with my sister so it's designed to be read with a dice for really randomizing things, but you can also just pick the numbers you want 😅 Obviously it doesn't include every possibility but there are several endings and several possible pairings in there. It's fun but far and away the most wild thing I've ever written for Black Clover and I still can't believe I wrote it.

Here are some excerpts because I amuse myself...(each indented segment is a totally separate thing)

You realize the love of your friends is the only love you will ever need, and you live a long, happy, and unmarried life as uncle to all of the Black Bulls’ children. The… Who are we kidding here?! Roll the Dice.

You are too scared to express your feelings, so you run off to the Forest of Poisonous Beasts to hide out until Mereoleona Vermillion (who has money riding on this relationship) drags you out of there by force and makes you confess. To your shock, Vanessa reciprocates your affections and soon accepts your proposal. You marry. Mereoleona gets her money, and you’re so indebted to her that you name your daughter after her. The End.

Langris suddenly appears and goes off on you for always trying to steal girls from him—why can’t you just find some of your own? he argues failing to recognize that Vanessa was your friend first. It’s like some parallel universe when Langris insists that this time you just have a duel to determine who gets to marry her instead of drawing the whole thing out. He beats you easily and, then, marries Vanessa. To this day you can’t figure out his motives, but you like to think they’re happy and didn’t just marry out of spite or something. You settle down at House Vaude with Lady Finesse and live a quiet, happy life together believing that all’s well that ends well, right? The End.

Your brother Langris in a shocking display of kindness realizes you and Lady Finesse are deeply in love and out of the goodness of his heart—which you always believed he had (despite evidence to the contrary)—decides to step aside so the two of you can marry. 

Langris snaps at you that it’s none of your business and deflects the question before admitting that he can’t be with the woman he loves anyway so it doesn’t matter. Langris is capable of love? You’re so shocked and confused but desperately want to know the identity of this mystery woman. You push Langris for answers, but he refuses to tell you. 

You think some “liquid courage” may help you express your feelings to Vanessa and ask her to have a drink with you. After way more than just “a drink,” you end up kind of yelling “I love you!” at her in a drunken stupor and asking her to marry you to which she points out that the two of you are already married. 

In this category of "Huh? I wrote that?" there's also the entirety of Spite (but let's not talk about that...)

[sorin-sunchild]

You know what? I DO still listen to old Vocaloid's. I do still listen to old Engloids specifically, ones that I know don't sound fluent, that are limited by the technology they were created by. I love Big Al and Sweet Ann not because they sound truly real and have zero issues, but because there's something about their accents, their choppiness, the way some people can really make them shine, that makes me happier than hearing yet another flawless young anime-ish girl voice.

[beantothemax]

"Say my name, Cyrus. Say my name!"

Those were the words that had been permanently branded into his inner thigh. He had been so embarrassed about it, he never wore shorts. 

A very dramatic sentence, but an embarrassing one nonetheless, especially because he was going to forget his soulmate's fucking name.

"Technically, fish can drown."

It was probably the most ridiculous sentence his soulmate could say. And it was stamped right into his hip.

Olberic decided that he entirely hated his soulmate.

"Hmm, yes, I think I know now who stole that tome..."

Olberic could only stare at the brunette scholar wearing a simple black greatcoat with golden embroidery draped over his shoulders.

The strangest thing was that he had brown hair and blue eyes, which was extremely rare, if not unheard of.

"Perhaps I should go have a little chat with him... just to make sure we all understand one another."

The scholar turned around.

"Sh- ah, forgive me for not noticing your presence. My name is Cyrus Albright, and I am a scholar of the Royal Academy. May I be of service?"

As Olberic's companions had all gone around the place, he was left alone.

"... are you alright? You seem troubled."

A flash of emotion came across Cyrus' eyes. Like a falling star it came, and like a falling star it left, replaced by a calculating expression.

"Never better, my friend. I see you are a warrior."

"How did-"

"Your sword."

Cyrus sounded almost dead inside.

"It is made from Hornburg Steel, only used by the bravest of knights. And the way it is styled... you must be Olberic Eisenberg."

Olberic weakly opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

"But how?"

Cyrus chuckled.

"I am a history professor, my dear. I would recognise the Unbending Blade from his sword. Although I must say that I should have recognised it from the iconic tunic you wear..."

Cyrus fiddled with the ribbons on his shirt - a habit Olberic would grow to know as a movement implying anxiety.

"... I could use some improvement."

Olberic couldn't help but laugh a little at the way Cyrus scrunched up his nose like a toddler denied sweets.

"Go to sleep, Olberic. You've done enough today."

Cyrus stood up and gave Olberic a stern look, one similar to a mother would give a child reading under the covers.

"But-"

"No buts, Olberic. Rest."

Cyrus left to take both their shifts as Olberic stared quietly at him then laid back down.

"Look out!"

Cyrus was shoved onto the ground as a slimeball zooped right past where he was standing before.

"Oh, that was too close for my liking. Thank you kindly, Sir Olberic."

"My pleasure."

Cyrus blushed as he realised that Olberic was currently keeping him pinned to the ground in a way that was definitely not innocent.

"Sir Olberic...?"

"Yes, Cyrus?"

"Could you kindly remove yourself from me?"

"Ah, yes. My apologies."

Primrose dissolved into helpless giggles.

"Hold still."

Cyrus yelped as Olberic dug his wrists into his lower back. He had moved a bit too fast and ended up with a crick stuck in it, and it fucking hurt.

A loud crack, and Cyrus could breathe again.

"That's much better... thank you, Olberic..."

Cyrus slumped against the elder.

Olberic raised an eyebrow at the affectionate - and rather intimate - gesture.

hehehehhee ‘fish out of water’ like the words……

these are a bunch of snippets of scenes that would be in the fic I’m assuming? looks cool! sad that it wasn’t meant to be

[biteyoubiteme]

dumdums

sometimes it’s okay to be a little stupid in love or lust

biteyoubiteme’s mini kinktober event 2024

hiiii and happy spooky season! my favorite time of the year is upon us so why not celebrate with txt <33 not all of these are spooky or too halloween related and each fic will have its own detailed warnings listed once it’s posted! these are just the bare bones for now <3 [m.list]

yeonjun ˖⋆࿐໋

mango flavored wc: 3.1k [NSFW] synopsis: you just love to hate each other.

snippet: "we shouldn't be doing this," you mutter breathlessly. "then tell me to stop, tell me to leave you alone," but his words meant nothing to you as your hands worked on his belt. rivals to lovers

posted: october 1st 2024

soobin ˖⋆࿐໋

blue raspberry flavored wc: 1.5k [NSFW] synopsis: he’s so cute when he asks, he’s even cuter when he doesn’t

snippet: "you need another one! I have extra in the nightstand," "I'll just pull out I promise, please, please," baby trapper/breeding kink

posted: october 9th 2024

beomgyu ˖⋆࿐໋

bubble gum flavored wc: 6k [NSFW] synopsis: you’re his favorite camgirl he never thought he’d see in person.

snippet: “do you think I could watch you?” those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, “please,” camgirl!reader

posted: october 10th 2024

taehyun ˖⋆࿐໋

sour apple flavored wc: 2.7k [NSFW] synopsis: someone or something is always waiting by your window at night, why not leave it unlocked and see what happens?

snippet: "it's okay," he whispered, nose pressed to your ear, "there's no need to be scared i know exactly how to take care of you," incubus!tae/somno

posted: october 17th 2024

hueningkai ˖⋆࿐໋

mystery flavored wc: 2.7k [NSFW] synopsis: you didn’t think you would end up in the pervy boys bed until you did.

snippet: "show me how you touch yourself when you watch me," perv!kai

posted: october 23rd 2024

yeonkai x reader ˖⋆࿐໋

cherry flavored wc: 3.4k [NSFW] synopsis: two boyfriends are always better than one.

snippet: "look at me when he fucks you, i need to know if he's doing a good job or not," throuple/poly

posted: october 25th 2024

ot5 ˖⋆࿐໋

black cherry flavored wc: 9.2k [NSFW] synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

snippet: “you don’t mind if we all share you, right?” ghostface!txt

posted: october 31st 2024

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[chdarling]

ok so, I can't, like, set a precedent for every time there is a catastrophic event in my country I post a TLE spoiler because let's be real, that's gonna be every day for the next four years at least and I only have so many non-major-spoilery TLE bits to share. But I'm making my way through an emergency bottle of prosecco and texting my friends about how in the face of the endless onslaught of late stage capitalism, fanfic -- a community built purely around love and joy and not a single drop of money being exchanged -- is in a small way something radical and precious and dare I say holy (did I mention I was drunk) and that should be honored on today of all fucking days, and ALSO we should all spend less time staring at gifs of that evil-ass motherfucker doing nazi salutes and more time crafting joy and creating community with each other so

here is a lil snippet from TLE3

as with all my spoiler snippets, I reserve the right to completely rewrite this before the final draft because honestly this was mostly an exercise in me learning how to craft sentences again mid-burnout, but!!!! here, have a lil moment of joy, maybe. i love you.

Excerpt from The Last Enemy: Marauders’ End

“So, what do you think?”

Sirius turned expectantly to his best mate, who stood beside him as the boys peered through the doorway of Sirius’s second bedroom. The room had been unoccupied at the time of Sirius moving into this flat a few weeks ago. Now…it decidedly was not.

“Er…” said James, who did not quite seem to know how to answer the question.

“Her name is Lola,” Sirius added in a reverent tone.

“She has a name, does she?”

“Of course she has a name, you pig.”

“Right,” said James. “Well, then frankly, I’m a bit hurt you moved out and left me for Lola.”

Sirius knocked his shoulder against James’s. “Come on. I didn’t leave you. We’ve been over this. I’m of age, I was going to have to get my own place eventually.”

“Yeah, okay, sure, but you barely made it a month before you shacked up with your new flatmate, Lola.”

Sirius grinned. “She’s sexy, isn’t she?”

“She’s…very shiny.”

“She’s the goddamn love of my life.”

“Okay, ‘she’ is a motorbike, mate. You’ve gone completely batty.”

Sirius laughed and strode further into the room where indeed the Muggle motorbike had been set up, dominating the space. It was a thing of beauty, all sleek lines and silver glint. The floor around the motorbike was haloed with the detritus of Sirius’s last few delicious days: all sorts of mechanical bits and bobs, empty beer bottles, an ashtray, a crumpled up bag of crisps, a few oily rags, and a confusion of Muggle tools, the names of which Sirius kept mixing up — a socket wrench, he thought that one was called. The spare bed that had once been the primary feature of this room — a springy mattress James had transfigured for the nights he was too pissed to apparate home (“Mum won’t mind, she put the security spells on your flat herself.”) — had been shoved into the corner to make room for this new sacred altar.

James did not seem as impressed with Sirius’s new acquisition as he felt his friend ought to be. “You’re just jealous,” Sirius told him, “that you’ve never known a love so true.”

“Ha. Touché.”

Sirius pulled a rag from his back pocket and began to lovingly polish a spot on the seat of the motorbike.

“You know,” said James, still observing from his post at the doorway, “I’m not sure it’s healthy, you spending so much time by yourself.”

“What time by myself?” laughed Sirius. “You’re here almost every day.”

This was true. Hardly a day had passed so far this summer that James hadn’t found a reason to come by. Not that Sirius minded. Though he’d never admit it, he liked living on his own rather less than he’d expected.

“Yeah, well…” James strode closer to inspect the motorbike. “Someone has to make sure you don’t go completely bonkers, all on your own here. Lola, I ask you. You know, if you start talking to the bike, mate, I’m hauling you off to St. Mungo’s too.”

Sirius leaned down and whispered to the handlebars: “Don’t listen to the mean man, Lola. I’d never leave you.”

James sat down on the spare bed with a mournful creak. “Besides,” he said, “Potter House is too quiet now, with you gone and dad all…entombed. Some days I think if I don’t get out, I’m the one who will go bonkers.”

Sirius turned back to his friend, suddenly somber. “Hey, you know I’m just joking, right? You’re always welcome over here. I love having you here.”

“Yeah,” said James, though the faintest tint of melancholy compromised his credulity. Sirius watched as James plucked an oil-stained rag from the bed, sniffed it, then tossed it aside with a wrinkled nose.

“How are things…?” Sirius ventured. “With your dad?” Fleamont Potter’s health had been in steady decline for years, but last Christmas things had taken a turn for the worse. The diagnosis seemed to be simply that he was old…though Sirius had a hard time wrapping his head around that. “Have things gotten any better?”

“No,” said James shortly. “And they’re not going to. It is what it is.” He glared at the wall for a brief moment, then sighed — a deep, intentional sigh, as though exhaling all his miseries in order to transform himself back to Sirius’s good-natured friend. “So…does she work?”

“The fuck d’you mean, ‘does she work?’”

“Well,” said James, “it hasn’t escaped my notice that the bike is in your spare bedroom, rather than, say, on the street. So either you and Lola have a far kinkier relationship than I care to know about…or she doesn’t work.”

A pause.

“She’s a work in progress, okay?”

“Knew it,” grinned James.

“Hey, have some respect,” said Sirius. “I’m fixing her up myself. It’s far cooler than just buying some shiny toy from a shop. This is my bike. Mine. I’ll make her fly, just you wait.” He stroked the bike handle. “Isn’t that right, Lola?”

“Yep,” sighed James. “Completely bonkers.”

[wwestrang-fan]

Something different pt 3

jey uso x oc reader

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of age gap scars

Jey was in his locker room, putting on his clothes and getting ready to leave the area. Just then, Sami walked in and asked, "Hey Jey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let’s go," Jey replied, exiting the locker room and heading toward the car.

"You want to drive?" Sami asked as they reached the car.

"Nah, I'm good," Jey said, getting into the passenger seat.

During the car ride, Jey took out his phone and started texting Lola, a smile spreading across his face as he read her messages. Sami, sitting in the driver’s seat, noticed Jey's distracted expression.

"What’s got you smiling like that?" Sami asked, a curious look on his face.

Jey glanced up at Sami with a playful smirk. "Someone you don’t need to know about," he replied, returning his focus to the screen, the excitement of the conversation with Lola brightening his mood.

When Jey and Sami entered the hotel, the lobby buzzed with activity, the sound of chatter filling the air. Travelers and guests hurried past, creating a lively atmosphere.

Sami turned to Jey and said, "I'm going to get the keys."

"Okay, I'll wait for you by the elevator," Jey replied, giving a nod as he headed toward the elevator. He leaned against the door, his mind still drifting to Lola and their conversation.

After a moment, he glanced up to see Sami approaching him, a grin on his face as he held out the key cards. "Got it! Room 302," Sami announced.

"Nice! Let's get settled," Jey said, pushing himself off the wall and pressing the elevator button. The doors slid open, and they stepped inside.

When Sami and Jey walked into the room, they dropped their bags up.

"I'm going to take a shower real quick," Sami said, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom.

Jey lay down on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his messages until he found Lola's contact. He hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over the screen, before typing out a quick message,"Hey Just got to the hotel. How was your flight?

"It was good I just got back to my apartment," Lola replied. Jey couldn’t help but smile at her quick response, feeling the flutter of anticipation grow. They continued texting back and forth, sharing snippets of their day, and he appreciated how easily they connected, even over screens.

Moments later, he heard the sound of water turning off, followed by the bathroom door creaking open. "Did you leave any hot water for me?" Jey asked

Sami emerged, a towel draped around his neck and droplets of water still clinging to his hair, grinning. "You know I always hog it but I might have left a little for you."

Rolling his eyes, Jey shot back, "Great. I'm so excited."

Sami laughed at jey and tossed him a fresh towel. "Get in there we’ve got plans tonight.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going" Jey replied, shaking his towel like he was swatting away Sami's silliness. He headed toward the bathroom, turning the water on and letting the steam fill the room. As the warmth enveloped him, he couldn’t stop thinking about Lola.

Jey finished up in the bathroom, feeling refreshed. As he walked out, he spotted Sami putting on his jacket.

"You ready?" Sami asked, glancing over at Jey.

"Yeah," Jey replied with a nod, he grabbed his own jacket from the chair and quickly slipped it on, feeling the fabric hug him comfortably.

As they walked out of the room, heading to the lobby.

When Jey and Sami walked into the lobby, Jey suddenly spotted a familiar group gathered near the entrance.

"Jimmy! Naomi! Cody! Damian! Rhea!" Jey said, walking towards them.

Cody turned, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Hey, y’all! Glad to see you!" he called out, his arms open for a welcoming hug.

Jey started exchanging hugs and high-fives with each of them. "I didn’t know you guys were coming" he said.

"We decided last minute," Naomi chimed in.

Rhea, nudged Sami with her elbow. "So, what's the plan?"

"I were thinking about grabbing some drinks first, maybe hit up a restaurant later," Sami suggested.

"Sounds perfect," Cody said, clapping his hands together. "Let’s start with drinks then

The group began to head out of the hotel, laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way to the bar.

As they made their way into the bar, the group found a large wooden table surrounded by comfortable stools. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing softly in the background and laughter ringing out from neighboring tables. They settled in, excited chatter filling the space around them.

Just as they were getting comfortable, waitress approached their table, her notepad ready. "Hey there what can I get you all to drink tonight?" she asked with a warm smile.The group looked through the menu of drinks.

“I’ll have a mojito!” Sami called, leaning back with a relaxed grin.

“I'll in take a whiskey sour,” Damian said.

“What do you recommend?”. Cody asked looking at everyone

“Definitely a Moscow Mule!” Rhea said, to Cody before turning to the waitress. “And I’d like a bloody Mary please”

“Okay, I’ll take that,” Cody decided, nodding towards Rhea’s suggestion.

The waitress nodded enthusiastically, jotting down their orders. “Great choices! And how about you guys?” she asked Jey jimmy and Naomi, directing her attention to him.

Jey thought for a moment. “I’ll take a piña colada,” he said.

As the waitress scribbled down their orders, Jimmy leaned over to Naomi, who was sitting next to him at the table. “And we take the same,” he said with a playful smile.

Naomi laughed, why, are you trying to get me to try piña colada, huh? What if I don't like it?”

Jimmy faked shock inspiration. Impossible! It’s good you’ll like it.

“Alright, I'll try it,” Naomi replied, i’ll take a piña colada too

“Perfect I’ll be back with your drinks in just a moment,” she said cheerfully before making her way back to the bar.

As they settled into their seats, the lively chatter resumed. Jey felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He took it out and saw that Lola had texted him. A smile spread across his face as they exchanged a few messages. Just then, the waitress returned and placed the drinks on the table.

“Who are you texting over there?” Sami teased, noticing Jey’s grin.

“Uh, no one,” Jey replied, trying to keep his cool.

“Really? The way you're smiling doesn’t seem like ‘no one,’” Rhea said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Just then, the waitress returned, expertly balancing their drinks on a tray. She placed the mojito, whiskey sour, Moscow Mule, mango margarita, and a piña colada on the table with a flourish. “Here you go! Enjoy!” she said with a bright smile.

“Wow, these look so good!” Sami said grabbing the larger glass.

“Let's drink!” Rhea added, taking a big sip of her bloody Mary.

"Jey took a moment to glance at the screen of his phone, where a new message from Lola awaited him. His heart raced again, excitement brewing as he opened the text and continued their banter, feeling invigorated by the playful connection.

The drinks flowed, and laughter echoed around their table.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Jey said, standing up and making his way through the lively crowd. After he finished in the bathroom, he walked out and made his way back to the table, sliding into his seat.

“So, who’s Lo?” Cody asked, a teasing grin on his face.

“Yeah, when you were in the bathroom, you got a text from someone named Lo!” Rhea added.

“Y’all reading my text now?” Jey replied, a smirk creeping onto his face as he playfully dismissed their curiosity.

“Not reading, just curious!”. Sami replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Hey, we just saw a text popped up,” jimmy shot back, raising his hands in defense. “You got someone reaching out to you while you’re out with friends; that’s a noteworthy development!”

“Yeah, it’s not every day you get a text from someone named ‘Lo,’” Cody added, raising an eyebrow. “So, who is they?”

“It’s just a friend, okay? Jey explained, trying to maintain a casual demeanor.

"Just a friend? You've been smiling at that phone all day," Sami said, leaning back in his chair with a teasing grin.

Jey tried to maintain his composure, but the embarrassment was bubbling to the surface. “She’s… just someone I’ve been talking to,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink to buy himself a moment.

“She? It’s a girl!” Rhea chimed in, her eyes widening with interest. “I thought you were talking to Alex,” Naomi added, looking surprised.

“We didn’t really click,” Jey said, shrugging as he tried to deflect the attention. The truth was, the connection he felt with Lola was different, electric even, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of her.

Sami leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, what’s she like? Come on, give us the scoop!”

"Nope," Jey said, taking another sip of his drink to dodge more questions.

"Come on, you can't just say you're talking to a girl and expect us not to be curious," Sami pressed, leaning in eagerly.

Rhea chimed in, "Exactly! You can't drop a bomb like that and not share more. Does she even know who you are?"

Jimmy interjected, "Or that you’ve got kids?"

Jey laughed nervously and shook his head. "Alright, let’s just keep it about the drinks," he said.

"Oh, come on! You can’t leave us in the dark," Sami replied.

“Yeah, why are you keeping secrets from us?” Naomi asked.

“I’m not keeping secrets; I just want to keep things private,” Jey explained.

“Sounds like you don’t want us in your love life,” Damian chimed in.

"It’s not like that! I just kind of... early in things; Jey said.

"Okay, okay, we’ll drop it for now, but I’m telling everybody" Naomi declared, and the group erupted into laughter as they ordered more drinks. The atmosphere lightened, filled with shared jokes and speculation about Jey’s mysterious date.

[she-walked-away]

Mood board challenge tag

Tagged by @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @herefortarlos and @thisbuildinghasfeelings and @annoyingcloudearthquake !!

Rules: Either: choose one of your published fics (or a WIP if you'd prefer), create a moodboard for it and share it along with a snippet. Or: Create a moodboard for your fave episode of the show, fave character, or a fic someone else has written that you love, and share it with some sentences about why it's a fave! (And tag people!)

a long time ago (we used to be friends) by @welcometololaland

Carlos Reyes is on the path to conventional success. He has a law degree, a nice car, his own apartment and an interview with one of the top law firms in the country.

That's until Carlos’ runaway ex-boyfriend arrives back in Austin and immediately lands himself in trouble. As it turns out, a murder mystery involving TK Strand is a case that Carlos can’t quite stay away from

To preface, I have never done a mood board so I hope I did this right lmao.

BUT, I read this at the very beginning of 2024 when I was freshly off giving birth to my tiniest human. It’s such a strange time in life, not knowing what day or even year it is lol. So, this story gave me some comfort and enjoyment in the wee hours of the night and early mornings when it was just me and the lil bebe. Plus, it’s SOOO GOOD OBVI

BUT, I did enjoy reading this so much that I read it again after my leave was over just to make sure I could send Lola my most unhinged reviews and thoughts.

Not sure who hasn’t been tagged but I’ll do a couple under the tag

@rmd-writes @reyesstrand @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom + open tag

[nayziiz]

Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

Masterlist

Chapter 9

Despite the whirlwind romance with Carlos, Lola remained grounded in reality. She carried on with her life, focusing on her work and her passions, determined not to let herself get swept away by feelings for a man who seemed to belong to a world far beyond her own.

She knew better than to catch feelings for someone like Carlos Sainz, an F1 driver with fame and fortune at his fingertips. In a world where he could have any girl he desired, Lola couldn't help but feel like she was just another fleeting moment in his fast-paced life.

As Carlos flew to Maranello, immersed in the world of racing and high-stakes competition, Lola continued to navigate the everyday challenges of her own life. She threw herself into her work, finding solace in the familiar routine of her job and the satisfaction of creating something meaningful.

But despite her best efforts to push him out of her mind, Carlos lingered in her thoughts like a lingering melody, a reminder of the passion and excitement she had experienced in his arms. Yet, she knew that getting involved with someone like him could only lead to heartache in the end.

As the days passed after Carlos's departure to Maranello, Lola found herself both surprised and comforted by the occasional phone calls and text messages they exchanged. Each interaction felt like a lifeline, a connection to a world that seemed both tantalisingly close and impossibly distant at the same time.

Their conversations ranged from playful banter to deeper topics. Despite the physical distance between them, they found solace in the familiarity of each other's voices, sharing snippets of their lives as if they had known each other for years rather than mere days.

But as the week progressed and Carlos's departure to Australia loomed closer, a sense of unease settled over Lola like a dark cloud on the horizon. She couldn't shake the feeling that their fragile connection was about to be severed, that the ephemeral happiness they had found together was destined to fade away like a fleeting dream.

And then, just as she had feared, the messages grew fewer and farther between until they eventually ceased altogether. The silence was deafening, a stark reminder of the transient nature of their connection and the harsh reality of their different worlds.

The other shoe had finally dropped, just like she expected. Despite her best efforts to guard her heart, the sting of rejection cut deep, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable in its wake. She had known all along that getting involved with someone like Carlos was a risk, but she hadn't been prepared for just how much it would hurt when he inevitably walked away.

Despite the familiar sting of disappointment, Lola felt an unexpected sense of liberation wash over her in the wake of Carlos's silence. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, freeing her from the constraints of expectation and allowing her to embrace the true essence of who she was.

In the past, she had allowed herself to be defined by the actions of others, allowing their fleeting affections to dictate her sense of self-worth. But with Carlos, it was different. He had ignited a spark within her, a spark of independence and resilience that burned brighter than any fleeting romance.

So, instead of wallowing in despair, Lola made a bold decision. She would reclaim her power, her agency, and her sense of adventure. She would no longer allow herself to be held captive by the whims of others, but instead would forge her own path, guided by the thrill of the open road and the wind in her hair.

With a determined glint in her eye, Lola donned her leather jacket, swung her leg over her Yamaha, and revved the engine to life. As she tore down the highway, her heart pounding with exhilaration, she realised that she didn't need Carlos or anyone else to make her feel alive.

For the first time in a long time, she felt truly free. Free to ride wherever the road may lead, free to embrace the unknown with open arms, and free to be unapologetically herself.

As Lola sat in front of the television, the familiar buzz of excitement filled the air as the Formula 1 Qualifying session unfolded on the screen before her. Her heart raced with anticipation, her eyes scanning the track for any sign of the scarlet Ferrari, adorned with the number 55, that had become so intertwined with her thoughts.

Despite her resolve to move on and embrace her newfound freedom, there was still a part of her that yearned for a glimpse of Carlos, a fleeting connection to the man who had ignited a spark within her. As each car sped past, she held her breath, waiting for that unmistakable flash of red, the roar of the engine that sent shivers down her spine.

And then, there it was. The sleek, elegant form of the Ferrari streaking across the screen, carving through the corners with precision and grace. Lola's heart skipped a beat as she watched, her eyes tracing every curve and every line of the car, her mind filled with memories of their time together.

For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the thrill of the race, to lose herself in the adrenaline-fueled excitement of the sport she had grown to love. But as the cars crossed the finish line and the session drew to a close, reality came crashing back, reminding her of the distance that now lay between her and Carlos.

What she didn’t expect was for her phone to start ringing with Carlos’s name flashing across the screen.

Lola's heart skipped a beat as she saw Carlos's name light up her phone screen, a mixture of surprise and anticipation flooding her senses. With a quick intake of breath, she answered the call, her voice calm despite the flutter of excitement within her.

“Hey.” She greeted him, her tone light and playful.

“Hey,” Carlos responded, his voice warm and familiar. “Did you watch Qualifying?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Lola's lips as she leaned back in her chair.

“I may have,” she teased, a hint of mischief lacing her words.

“Why else would you be up so early on a Sunday, huh?” Carlos teased, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. Lola chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the quiet room.

“Touché.” she replied, unable to hide the smile in her voice. “You did great, Carlos.”

“If I win by some miracle, then I’m dedicating the win to you. You’ve lit the fire in me that I didn’t realise was turning to ash.” A soft sigh escaped Carlos's lips, his tone laced with sincerity. Lola's laughter bubbled up at his bold declaration.

“That seems awfully confident,” she teased, her voice warm with affection.

“I have to go debrief with the media. Will you message me later when you’ve slept a bit then we can video call?” He asked, his tone carrying a mix of regret and anticipation.

“Sure, that would be nice.” She agreed, her voice warm with understanding.

“Good. I’ve missed your pretty face.” He mumbled, his words laced with a tender longing that spoke volumes about his feelings for her.

“Have you?.” She countered, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“Oh, most definitely. I have some time between this Grand Prix and Japan. I’ll come visit, maybe convince you to come with me to Japan?” Carlos responded, his tone playful yet tinged with sincerity.

“You want me to come with you to Japan?” Lola repeated, the possibility sparking excitement in her voice.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, his voice holding a hopeful note. “We can discuss later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lola agreed, her heart fluttering with anxiety at the thought of embarking on such an adventure with him.

“Alright, duty calls. Talk to you later, mon amor,” he greeted her, his words carrying a warmth that made her smile, and before she could respond, the call abruptly ended, leaving her with anticipation for their next conversation.

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[belicioustummy]

day 3 of feedist kinktober featuring some art and a snippet of writing (prompt: creepy cookies!)

he’s pissed off because the magical cookies that grow a pumpkin in your belly do exactly the thing he was told they do

“Just for the record,” said Cade, scowling at Lola from his daybed, “I blame you for this.”

“Is that so? Because I seem to remember telling you, verbatim, ‘by the way, the jack-o-lantern cookies grow a pumpkin inside you’. You were the one who heard that and ate them anyway.”

“If it had been one of those little pumpkins, like I was expecting, I wouldn’t be so mad. Look at me!” Cade rocked himself forward in an attempt to get up, but was predictably hindered by his extremely round, heavy belly. He sighed and held out a hand wordlessly for them to help him up.

Lola could barely suppress a chuckle as she assisted him. “I don’t know. I think you’re pretty cute when you look like you’re a few months along with twins.”

Cade held his hands underneath the place where the pumpkin was weighing heaviest on him. “Oof. ‘A few months’ seems generous.”

“Well, I didn’t want to risk you getting grumpier by saying ‘past due’.” He covered his mouth, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, whoops.”

Cade scowled exaggeratedly in a way that Lola knew meant he was trying not to smile. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable to wait out the effect of this thing,” he said stiffly. He made his way out of the room, seemingly trying not to waddle and doing a very poor job at it.

Lola smiled as they watched him go. Part of them felt it was a shame his gut would return to its normal size after a few hours. But for now, at least, they would get to tease him and lavish affection on his sore, stretched stomach. They had a feeling that for all his complaining, Cade got a kick out of this sort of thing. At the very least, they knew he was very receptive to getting attention.

[evnovaa]

Blame | snippet

Chris Sturniolo x reader

“ I feel stripped of my skin and alone ”

a/n: hi hi stars!! soooo here’s a little snippet from blame 😚 promise full fic will be out in a day or two! Prepare its gon be a long one lots of shit we gon feeeeellllllll💔💔💔 but lmk what y’all think so far 💋

“Chris you are seriously starting to piss me off can you MOVE.” Nick says to his brother as he stands in his way from getting into their shared apartment.

“Kid, you can walk around me you know that right?” Chris says in an annoyed tone.

Nick rolls his eyes and pushes past him “fucking imbecile, I swear” Nick said mumbling under his breath.

Chris was standing in the door way mainly because he was trying to get a hold of his girlfriend who doesn’t seem to be answering the phone. Recently she’s been distant and he has been assuming the worst either she is cheating on him or she’s hiding something that she might be enduring without his knowledge.

Chris⭐️ : y/n can you please just respond to say you are okay

Chris⭐️ : y/n I don’t know what’s been going on with you recently, and I’m not fucking akinator this shit is getting annoying.

Read at 9:59pm

Chris is still getting no response from y/n, she’s clearly reading his messages which now indicates that she’s ignoring him.

“Dude are you gonna stand there there the whole night?” Matt says to him coming down the stairs.

Chris goes ahead and ignores what his brother just said to him, in that moment it sounded like nothing but gibberish as he is still staring at his phone.

“Before Christmas Christopher.” Matthew says to him awaiting a response.

Chris sighs and puts his phone in his pocket and walks into their apartment. He shoots straight to his room and shuts the door behind him.

Next morning

Y/n pov

I can see my boyfriend texting me and I know he’s gotten irritated with me, but right now he is the last person to be irritated.

Me and Chris have been together for almost 3 years now, he is really amazing and been amazing all these years. What has changed you may ask? Well all these years he has been amazing but like everyone else their boyfriend may do something they dislike but don’t have the heart to say anything. For me it’s him and his never ending friendship as he’d like to say with his ex-girlfriend.

Earlier yesterday

“She really is incredible, but y/n hates the mention of her, I’ve noticed anytime I mention Lola around her she tends to get quiet and isn’t present in the conversation anymore” Chris says venting to his friend Larry.

“Chris imma have to be honest with you, it is lowkey weird that you’re so close to Lola while dating y/n, I don’t know the boundaries surrounding your relationship, but usually girls don’t want their man parading around with their ex-girlfriend.”

“But listen she’s more of a friend to me, dating her was like something I did because I felt alone, and needed the reassurance of a partner, but Lola and I grew into friends more than a couple, hence we broke up” Chris knows what he’s saying is true in his mind but in his heart he loves Lola still, but refuses to come to terms with it.

“I don’t know chrissypoo, you’re gonna have to figure that one out with her.” Larry says knowing this conversation will be far from productive if anything it was moving in retrograde.

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a/n : Chris an idiot that’s all imma say but will he be able to explain himself to y/n and fix what she’s actually realized? Ion knowwwwwww🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫 okay bye stars!!

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The November Novel Denouement (November reading wrap-up) inspired by @ramblings-of-lola

Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo (finished 11/7). Rating: EEEEEEEEEEE. Thoughts: KOS is def my favorite of the duology/series; overall more plot based and really well done characters and I like the semiredemption arc for the main villain

Castle in the Air by Diana Wynn Jones (11/9). Rating: Fun time tbh, cute. Thoughts: Plot was very much contrived but it was really fun; fantastic atmosphere, kind of like a Shakespeare comedy romance. Wish we had more "page time" of original characters but Sophie's my queen and I love her relationship with Howl. Abdullah is lovely and has a lovely plot.

Bruce Wayne Writes Fanfic by @quotidian-oblivion (11/15): Rating: SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP ITS SO GOOOODD. More thougths: filled with really good crack plots, and snippets and it was so fun being able to see everything unfold- adored the comment section and bruce being a real one s;dlkfs;dlfklsdkjfsldkfj cant wait to reread and come back and i need to read so much more fanfic

The Lost Art of Listening by Michael Nichols and Martha Strauss (11/16). Rating: It was for school. I learned things, I think. Thoughts: I need a physical copy to annotate I think. Reading online was good and I felt really really seen and called out at some parts. Has practical steps to improve. informal writing style that made it a lil interesting but kind of detracted overall. Honestly probably a lot of good journaling prompts that i want to go through

House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones (11/19). Rating: hehehehehehe. Thoughts: Very sweet (Howl is a menace i adore him so much) poor sophie being a single mom of two. charmain reminds me of Mary from The secret garden and Peter was *a character* the reveals were very fun like the usually were, although I did guess (it wasn't hard, it was a children's book.

The Complete tales of The Hundred Acre Wood by A.A. Milne (11/24). Rating: Ah, nostalgia for books I didn't read as a kid (saw the movie tho). I liked the informal wirting style that A.A milne has, kind reminds me of Internet with Random Capitalization To Emphasize Important things. Very cute, very fun time for me. Using it as a prepatory text for Anna Karenina (A friend made a powerpoint comparing the two worlds and it was hilarious enough to make me read both).

What I am in the middle of:

Technically still in the middle of Death Note Vol. 4 and I've just started reading Anna Karenina. I hope to finish Vol 4 by the end of the month (actually I hope to finish whole series end of year, but we'll see). I think the reason it is a slower start/stop is that it's easier for me to read ebooks on my phone than carry very hefty physical manga and then have to justify my reading tastes to the schoolmates.

Goals: honestly my goal was to read more. And I did read more, even if it is technically mostly stuff below my reading level. I have left out other school readings that were not as lengthy that I did keep track of. I think challenges for next month might be to read things more outside of the fantasy genre (and also more fanfic). Also most important goal is to me is to stop buying books in favor of using library or books I've already have, no matter how pretty covers are :D