#six sentence ask meme

[curiositymemes]

STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.

taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

northern attitude.

how you been? 

you settled down?

you feelin’ right? 

you feelin’ proud?

you settle in to routine.

what does it mean? 

i’m not how you hoped.

you’re gettin’ lost.

scared to live, scared to die. 

you’re feelin’ lost.

stick season.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.

it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. 

i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. 

i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. 

i miss the way you laugh.

you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.

that’ll have to do.

my other half was you.

i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it. 

all my love.

how have things been?

well, love, now that you mention it.

i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.

now i know your name, but not who you are.

it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.

you got all my love.

if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.

what i’d give to have you out of me.

i still recall how the leather in your car feels.

and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.

i swear i was scared to death.

i smiled stupid the whole way home.

you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’

she calls me back.

there was heaven in your eyes. 

everything’s alright.

look at me and don’t you lie.

don’t you hold your head up high.

for bullshit, i do not have time.

do you lie awake restless?

why am i so obsessive?

this town’s the same as you left it.

the radio is taunting me.

i don’t get much sleep most nights.

i’m seeing you in every dream.

if only i could fall asleep. 

i’ll love you when the oceans dry. 

i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.

come over.

it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.

you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.

i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs. 

i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.

my house is just barely big enough for my family.

my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.

i promise you, darlin’.

you won’t ever go back.

i know that it ain’t much.

i know that it ain’t cool.

you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.

new perspective.

makin’ me nostalgic.

we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.

if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it. 

i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.

gave me your word.

i can’t pronounce it.

no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.

everywhere, everything.

would we survive in a horror movie?

we trust everyone we meet.

we’re littered with scars from our preteens.

i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. 

i know every route in this county.

maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.

i’ll tell you where not to speed.

it’s been a long year.

orange juice.

honey, come over.

it’s yours if you want it.

we’re just glad you could visit. 

feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.

i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone. 

why’d you go?

my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

you just asked me to hold you.

it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.

my life has changed.

the world has changed.

don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

are we all just pullin’ you down?

strawberry wine.

darling, speak to me.

don’t you say a word.

you thought you were cursed?

i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.

if i could lose you, i would.

all the time we used to have.

the things i miss but know are never coming back. 

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

growing sideways.

finally found some middle ground.

i said, ‘i’m cured.’

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.

i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.

it’s a start.

but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.

i know there are worse ways to stay alive.

everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.

if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive. 

i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.

now i’m sufferin’ in style.

why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.

if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind. 

i’ll watch it go.

it’s better to die numb than feel it all.

halloween.

the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.

they got money to make and children back home.

i worry for you, you worry for me.

the bridges have long since been burnt. 

i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.

i know that you’ll come if you want.

i’m losin’ myself.

i’m seein’ my life on a screen.

i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.

i know that you’re fearin’ the end. 

i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’. 

homesick.

are you bored yet?

the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.

this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation. 

time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.

i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing. 

i would leave if only i could find a reason. 

i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them. 

i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been. 

i will die in the house that i grew up in.

i’m homesick. 

still.

i don’t wanna say goodbye.

it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.

you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it. 

you can’t stay here.

it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.

it’s like i’m still here with you. 

can i fix what is broken?

the view between villages (extended). 

for a minute, the world seems so simple.

i am not scared of death.

i’ve got dreams again.

there is meanin’ on earth. 

i feel so far from it.

it’s all washin’ over me. 

i’m angry again. 

the things that i lost here, the people i knew.

they got me surrounded for a mile or two. 

i found a town big enough for anything i want.

i’m not a city girl, by any means.

it still has a lot of meaning to me.

i grew up there. 

your needs, my needs.

you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.

i promise to be there this time. alright? 

you were a work of art.

that’s the hardest part.

i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.

dial drunk.

i promised to forget you.

i ain’t takin’ any fault.

am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.

forget about it, whatever.

it’s all the same anyways.

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown. 

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.

i gave your name as my emergency phone call.

i’d die for you.

from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.

i’ll let the pain metastasize.

i beg you, sir, just let me call.

let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.

son, are you a danger to yourself?

fuck that, sir.

son, why do you do this to yourself?

paul revere.

this place had a heartbeat in its day.

nothin’ was the same.

it just ain’t that simple, it never was.

one day i’m gonna cut it clear.

i’m not from around here.

i’ll leave before the road crew’s out. 

i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.

i’m not ready to let go yet.

i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.

it’s typical, i fear.

folks just disappear.

if i could leave, i would’ve already left.

no complaints.

i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.

i get mad at nothing.

i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.

thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.

now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.

i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.

who am i to complain?

now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

yes, i’m young and living dreams.

i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

call your mom.

oh, you’re spiralin’ again.

don’t you cancel any plans.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.

don’t let this darkness fool you.

i’ll drive all night.

i’ll call your mom.

oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.

i’ve been exactly where you are.

if you could see yourself like this.

you’dve never tried it.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.

throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.

won’t you stay with me?

you’re gonna go far. 

this is good land, or at least it was.

it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.

pack up your car.

put a hand to your heart.

say whatever you feel.

be wherever you are.

we ain’t angry at you, love. 

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.

the birds will still sing.

we’ll be waiting for you, love.

we’ll all be here forever.

we spent so long just getting by.

that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?

you told me you would make a difference.

it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.

it’s all we’ve had for always.

you’re gonna go far.

if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.

forever.

let’s drive for no reason.

you look fine in the evening.

honey, it’s starting to storm.

used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.

i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.

i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.

i’ll tell her so she knows.

i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.

when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.

[inexplicifics]

For the 6 word prompt, Aiden and Milena (perhaps first meeting?) "Where are my manners, my dear?"

“You brought a human home?” the extremely handsome and very sharp-toothed man who Milena is trying very hard not to assume is a vampire hisses angrily at the brawny and…distressingly wolfish redhead who rescued Milena from the bottom of the ravine.

“She was hurt! What the fuck was I supposed to do?” the redhead retorts angrily.

The really-hopefully-not-a-vampire sighs and his shoulders slump as he rubs his forehead. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” he says wearily, and then turns to Milena. ��But where are my manners, my dear? I apologize for my discourtesy. Let’s get that ankle looked at, and then we can see about calling someone to come pick you up.”

“Thank you,” Milena says meekly. “I am very sorry to intrude.”

“It’s hardly your fault,” the please-let-him-not-be-a-vampire says, giving the redhead a pointed look and then sinking to his knees to examine her ankle. “How did you end up hurt out in the Reserve anyway?”

“I was walking with my sister,” Milena says. “And I - must have tripped -” She can’t quite remember how it happened, actually. She is quite sure she was being careful of her footing, but one moment she was walking along, enjoying the brisk fall air and the surprisingly pleasant conversation with Marta, and the next moment everything was a confused welter of rocks and leaves until she fetched up at last at the bottom of the ravine. She couldn’t see Marta, and her sister didn’t reply when she called out, either. No one did. Presumably Marta went to the park rangers to tell them what had happened, though it was evening by the time the redhead found Milena, more than long enough for Marta to have reached the ranger station barely a mile from where Milena fell -

“There wasn’t an alert on the radio,” the redhead says gruffly. “Only thing today was some dipshit setting off fireworks up by Borch’s cave.”

“Ah,” the at-least-he’s-a-polite-vampire? says thoughtfully. “That does put a different complexion on matters. Go and get me the first aid kit, pup, and we’ll see about getting a meal into this poor girl before we start investigating.” He looks up and gives Milena a smile that would be quite reassuring if not for the extremely pointy canine teeth. His eyes are very green, and catch the light in a very strange way. “Be welcome as a guest in our house,” he says gently. “No harm will come to you here.”

Somehow, despite everything, Milena believes him. “Thank you,” she says softly. “I am grateful for your kindness.”

And in years to come, she learns exactly how true that kindness is.

Or here on AO3!

[tathrin]

Last Six Sentences:

Thank you so much for the tag, @chthonion! Very flattered to be thought of. I shall offer the latest bit of the Celebrimbor Fellowship AU story I'm working on, although I'm cheating a little bit because dialogue = things that hardly deserve to count as sentences, sometimes!

Or maybe just because nine feels like a more thematically appropriate number when you're involved shhhh.

"We are certain," Tulinwen answered. She slanted a wry glance at the shorter elf beside her, and added, "Had Tarroscdil been near, he would have come to speak with us, if only to tell us to begone and to leave his things alone!"

"Ah," said Thranduil, and for a moment something very like a smile softened the tight worry of his eyes. "Of course."

Merilgais twitched her shoulders in an unrepentant shrug. "I damaged nothing," she said. "Merely caused some disorder among his shelves and cases. It seemed the most expedient way to lure him out, if he indeed was lurking near! Alas, he did not come."

I'm not sure who all has or hasn't been tagged recently, so if you don't have six new sentences you feel like sharing, please ignore this...or use it as an excuse to write more! I won't stop you!

@roselightfairy @sallysavestheday @thescrapwitch @babybat98

[artemivsa]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 (𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟏). 

sentence starters taken from the first six tracks of daisy jones and the six’s album aurora (2023). change pronouns as you see fit. 

track 1: AURORA. 

❛ you found me in the flames. ❜

❛ you’re my morning sun. ❜

❛ when i was away, you called me from a fever dream. ❜

❛ i kind of think i wanna make it last forever. ❜

❛ i’m here, i won’t disappear again. ❜

❛ how soon can you come? ❜

❛ where did you turn when you reached out for my touch and i couldn’t give you much? ❜

❛ i was running from your life. ❜

❛ strung out on the lies, with my tongue out of my mind. ❜

❛ i kinda thought the night was gonna last forever. ❜

track 2: LET ME DOWN EASY. 

❛ you found me lost in a daydream feelin’ i’ve been awake too long. ❜

❛ my eyes are open while my heart keeps sinking deeper. ❜

❛ every lie’s true at the time, baby, that’s the thrill. ❜

❛ won’t you let me down easy, if you’re gonna let me down. ❜

❛ don't you go and tell me that you love me while you're leavin'. ❜

❛ i could see us waving from the distance, like a mirage on sand. ❜

❛ that could be us trading secrets no one else could understand. ❜

❛ i got you under my skin now. ❜

❛ why do you make it so hard? ❜

❛ don’t leave me broken and free. ❜

❛  won’t you tell me where you are? ❜

track 3: KILL YOU TO TRY. 

❛ i’ve been an angel all summer long, i swear i’ve done nothing wrong. ❜

❛ i want all of your tears to be gone, come along. ❜

❛ so close to get and so far away, come along. ❜

❛ could the words ever be unspoken? ❜

❛ could the truth ever untell those lies? ❜

❛ could a promise ever have been unbroken? ❜

❛ would it kill you to try? ❜

❛ since i found you, i can’t stop laughing. ❜

❛ i need you, baby, you’re my better half. ❜

❛ come back home. ❜

❛ what is it i must do for you? ❜

❛ call me back to bed to tell you a lullaby. ❜

❛ you got no damn right to be so damn heartbroken. ❜

❛ let me come home to you. ❜

❛ if i tell you, promise me you’re leaving. ❜

❛ show me, i’d blind myself to see it. ❜

track 4: TWO AGAINST THREE. 

❛ boys were invincible lovers, just begging to be destroyed. ❜

❛ i’m bathed and going back to bed. ❜

❛ this was never any cause for alarm. ❜

❛ it seems you have a choice to make. ❜

❛ all i need’s a promise i can keep to myself. ❜

❛ i know those mornings are as good as it ever can be. ❜

❛ feeling our hearts are beating tenderly, two against three. ❜

❛ i’m nowhere near you. ❜

track 5: LOOK AT US NOW (HONEYCOMB) 

❛ i don’t know who i am. ❜

❛ baby, do you know who you are? ❜

❛ is it out of our hands? ❜

❛ tell me how we made it this far. ❜

❛ did we unravel a long time ago? ❜

❛ is there too much we don’t wanna know? ❜

❛ i wish it was easy but it isn’t so. ❜

❛ we could make a good thing bad. ❜

❛ you’ve been crying in the dark. ❜

❛ how did we get here? how do we get out? ❜

❛ baby, look at us now. ❜

❛ this thing we’ve been doing ain’t working out, why can’t you just admit it to me? ❜

❛ we used to be something to see. ❜

track 6: REGRET ME. 

❛ you regret me and i’ll regret you. ❜

❛ except i don’t care what you feel. ❜

❛ so go ahead and regret me but i’m beating you to it, dude. ❜

❛ you couldn’t handle your liquor and you can’t seem to handle the truth. ❜

❛ i’m perfectly ready to strike. ❜

❛ i’ll do anything you please. ❜

❛ go ahead and regret me but i always will too. ❜

[prcmptly]

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗: ❝ 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 ❞ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

❝ you're my morning sun. ❞ ❝ i kinda think i wanna make it last forever. ❞ ❝ you regret me and i regret you. ❞ ❝ you couldn't handle your liquor and you can't seem to handle the truth. ❞ ❝ meet me in the parlor with your keys. ❞ ❝ i'll do anything you please. ❞ ❝ i don't know who i am. ❞ ❝ do you know who you are? ❞ ❝ is there too much we don't want to know? ❞ ❝ i wish it was easy but it isn't so. ❞ ❝ no where do we stand? ❞ ❝ did we unravel a long time ago? ❞ ❝ tell me why you've been crying in the dark. ❞ ❝ you found me lost in a daydream. ❞ ❝ doesn't mean i couldn't believe it. ❞ ❝ doesn't mean i won't believe it still. ❞ ❝ every lie is true at the time, baby, that's the thrill. ❞ ❝ if you're gonna let me down, let me down easy. ❞ ❝ don't you go and tell me that you love me while you're leaving. ❞ ❝ i got you under my skin now. ❞ ❝ why do you make it so hard? ❞ ❝ i swear i've done nothing wrong. ❞ ❝ i want all of your tears to be gone. ❞ ❝ come on home. ❞ ❝ could the truth ever untell those lies? ❞ ❝ could a promise ever be unbroken? ❞ ❝ would it kill you to try? ❞ ❝ since i found you i can't stop laughing. ❞ ❝ i need you, babe, you're my better half. ❞ ❝ you've got no damn right to be so damn heartbroken. ❞ ❝ let me come home to you. ❞ ❝ it seems you have a choice to make. ❞ ❝ all i need's a promise i can keep to myself. ❞ ❝ i know those mornings were as good as it ever could be. ❞ ❝ the future is over now. ❞ ❝ nothing ever seems to stay that way, not for too long. ❞ ❝ where were you? ❞ ❝ when i needed you, you were gone. ❞ ❝ every story has an ending, and it's not our job to stay. ❞ ❝ just forget it like it's gone. ❞ ❝ i still need a drink. ❞ ❝ i'm fine with what's left of what's mine. ❞ ❝ i almost took you by mistake for someone else. ❞ ❝ it took guts to think that i would buy that wink. ❞ ❝ another shot at just the wrong place and time. ❞ ❝ please, i'm down on my knees. ❞ ❝ it's an awful disease. ❞ ❝ i'm the worst at these. ❞ ❝ i could've sworn this was the way. ❞ ❝ why do we stay on such a lonely road? ❞ ❝ we're on the same side. ❞ ❝ will it stay with you and never let you leave on me? ❞ ❝ you had a choice i couldn't make. ❞ ❝ where does it end? ❞ ❝ where do we start? ❞ ❝ will you stay with me forever? ❞ ❝ i know i lost you here. ❞ ❝ i know i love you now. ❞ ❝ i just don't know the words for what i'm trying to write. ❞ ❝ everything i've tried so far just doesn't feel right. ❞ ❝ if all i can do is stare at you, don't take it the wrong way. ❞ ❝ i just don't know the words to tell you what i mean. ❞

[hourcat]

lancierre + mean 👀

Pierre is halfway from his house when his phone lights up with a text from Lance, dont come over im sick 😷🤧🤮, which he probably should have more sympathy for: he doesn't, of course, because he's literally in the car and, he'd never admit it, but he's been looking forward to getting back into Lance's bed this weekend after the last few weeks of drama and idiocy on track.

And like--he's too far out from his own place to turn back, anyway, so he makes the executive decision to ignore the warning and drive the rest of the way, the cool breeze drifting off the coast clearing any concern in his head about whether he should believe that his not-quite-friend is actually sick or just being a bitch about seeing Pierre after their mini collision a few weeks back.

It's a relatively quick ride the rest of the way, fortunately: he doesn't hit any traffic by the time he gets to Lance's block, and there's even a parking space available right out front, which just feels like providence to Pierre--if he weren't supposed to come over, wouldn't this street be, like, double-parked and impossible to get through? He's out of the car and on Lance's front step pretty quickly, and doesn't even bother trying to ring the doorbell, instead choosing to use the spare key carefully tucked between stones and bully his way inside; he'll at least give Lance the courtesy of not tracking his shoes through the place, since it looks like his cleaning crew must've just left.

There's a loud, wet cough from somewhere off to the back of the apartment, and then an unpleasant moan that follows, and Pierre grimaces--he'd placed his bet on the wrong side of Lance today--before shuffling towards the sound, where he finds the Canadian sprawled pathetically on his too-big couch, flopped over one arm rest; when he notices Pierre, he scowls.

"Why the fuck are you here," Lance groans, and Pierre can't help but snort at him before dropping into one of the unoccupied chairs around to teasingly accuse, "Mean."

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

[cinderstorm]

Six Sentence Sunday (er . . . Wednesday?)

Tagged by @tarydarrington this week~ 

Rules: Every Sunday, share six sentences of your current WIP and tag six friends. Sunday is only a suggestion--please post your own any time of the week!

Here’s a snippet of an upcoming chapter for A Tapestry of Stars (yes, I am still working on it; no, it’s not finished yet). Enjoy~

“And you’re certain this is all right?” Caleb asked more than once, worried Essek was compartmentalizing too well. “You are not ignoring your own well-being out of some sense of obligation or, or—”

“My heart isn’t made of glass,” Essek sniped, ears flicking dismissively. “Adeen’s callous handling might have bruised it, but hearts are resilient things. Given sufficient time and care, they heal as well as any wound.” Then, softer, he added, “You should know; you’re the one who showed me they could be mended at all.”

I don’t know a ton of people well enough to tag them, so I’ll just throw a no-obligation tag to @glitter-garbage @imalsoscarlet and @professor-rye

[kiwiana-writes]

21, 23, and 24 for the WIP ask game! About any of your WIPs since I haven't had a chance to read them yet, but I'm really interested in writer Henry and your Halloween, huh? fic!!

21. What is a line that makes no sense and/or is funny out of context? [Henry writes]

Me: Fetch my smelling salts and some ice I need to LIE DOWN and CALM DOWN.

23. What is the weirdest thing you’ve had to google for this WIP so far? [Halloween huh]

"Death during sex statistics"

24. What have you had to rewatch or look up from the show itself for this WIP so far? [Halloween huh and Henry writes actually had the same answer for this lol]

The Henry bonus chapter! I don't actually own the collector's edition (I know, I know, the worst ™️) so had to read the screenshots kicking around on tumblr lol

[WIP Ask Game]

[firstelevens]

actually, continuing my weird requests: WH13 characters of your choice + “pander” 🏺

Myka scrambles into the office, grabbing the Farnsworth to call Claudia. When she answers, it looks like she and Steve are hiding somewhere, their faces obscured in half-darkness.

“We neutralized the book but they still look all Stepfordy and I’m pretty sure they’ve got pitchforks now!”

“I know!” says Myka. “It’s bifurcated!”

Steve furrows his eyebrows. “How can a book be bifurcated?”

“There’s another book. It would have been in town long before that first edition of A Thousand and One Nights ever showed up.”

“Don’t tell me,” says Claudia, “it’s called A Thousand and Two Nights and it’s the blockbuster sequel to the first one.”

Myka tries to look stern, but it doesn’t work very well. “Not exactly, Claud. After Burton published his translation, it ran afoul of pretty much every decency law in England, so they pandered to Victorian tastemakers and published another version that cut everything that might have been deemed improper. It was attributed to Lady Burton. I think this may be a Zeus and Hera situation.”

Claudia’s eyes go wide. “They stored the library books under town hall after the flood in April,” she says. “I bet that’s why nothing happened while the book was at the mayor’s house.”

From somewhere beyond the Farnsworth’s view, there’s a sudden banging and the rattling of a doorknob. Claudia and Steve’s eyes go wide.

“Lady Burton’s junior novelization, got it, bye!” is all that Myka hears before the Farnsworth gets slammed shut and the call ends.

[ainyan]

Six Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @mxkelsifer and @actualanxiousswampwitch, so I'll give you double the sentences - or maybe better to say six sentences from two WIPs. Let's see what I dig up:

From Ruminations:

With a sigh, Thancred spread his hands. “Yes, I had gathered that much,” he said dryly. “But how does one go about courting a woman - the Warrior of Light, no less? It’s not something I’ve ever considered before,” he admitted. 

It was G’raha’s turn to rise, and he moved to gaze out of the window. “Fortunately for you, my friend, it is something I have considered a lot."

From an unnamed Asked and Answered I'm working on:

 “We come on these vacations as a family, Theron. I don’t like the idea of leaving you alone on a strange world.”

He straightened and she started to follow, then yelped as he scooped her up and whirled, flinging himself down into the chair in her place with her firmly settled into his lap. Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his. “C’mon, surely there’s somewhere you’ve wanted to go, something you’ve wanted to see now that you’re free to come home.”

“Stubborn,” Kali muttered, then sighed when Theron only grinned.

Who shall I tag? Anyone who wants to share - I don't know all my mutual writers! Uhm. @briar-ffxiv, and @kaerwyn-silvermoon, and @sayonaramidnight to look at the last few people in my likes/tags. <3

[inexplicifics]

3 lambden

Lambert doesn’t get it. He just genuinely does not understand why the hell Aiden puts up with him. Lambert knows his own flaws: he’s short-tempered and foul-mouthed and prone to violent overreactions to minor insults. He gets obsessive about projects and occasionally burns down his backyard shed by accident and can’t cook and probably drinks too much.

And yet for some reason Aiden keeps coming around. Keeps buying Lambert dinner or making Lambert dinner and claiming Lambert’s breads and desserts more than make up for it. Keeps spending long evenings listening to Lambert rant about whatever’s ticked him off or caught his attention this time, and claiming listening to Lambert is fun. Keeps being there, when Lambert is far too used to driving people away.

It comes to a head on an otherwise unremarkable Saturday when Aiden has come over yet again to drink weird beer and watch Lambert tinker with a record player that he found at a yard sale and is trying to put back in working order for his Da’s birthday next month. Which can’t be interesting to watch, and yet here Aiden is on his couch, sprawled out languidly and grinning like he’s having the time of his life.

Lambert makes it through half an hour of Aiden telling stories about the absolutely fucking idiotic questions he gets to field as a website designer before he straightens up, puts down his screwdriver, and blurts, “What do you want from me?”

Aiden blinks at him. “What do you mean?”

“Why the absolute fuck do you keep coming over and - and - and being nice to me when I’m an irritable bastard and you could absolutely be spending time with anyone fucking else?” Lambert demands, gesticulating wildly.

Aiden sits up properly, brow furrowing into a deep frown. “Lambert, where the hell did you get the idea I want to spend time with anyone else? I like you. I like your ranting and your swearing and your absolutely brilliant brain. You’re good company.”

Lambert gawps at him, mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish.

Aiden gives him a solemn look, green eyes serious. “What do I want from you? I want what you’re already giving me. A friend, and a damn good one.” He hesitates visibly, and Lambert waits for the other shoe to drop. “I will admit,” Aiden says, with the same sort of care as a bomb technician might display while on the job, “that I have occasionally had real trouble not jumping your bones when you get really het up about something, because passion is sexy as hell, but that’s a me problem, not something you need to worry about unless you actually want to.”

Lambert boggles, too stunned even to swear.

“Shit,” Aiden sighs. “I knew I shouldn’t have said that.”

And he sort of…curls in on himself, shoulders slumping, looking sad, and that’s wrong, that’s bullshit, Aiden shouldn’t look sad about having said the most wonderful thing Lambert has ever heard in his damn life -

He lunges forward, skidding to his knees beside the couch and reaching up to take Aiden’s face in his hands, calluses rasping against Aiden’s beard, and pulls Aiden into the best damn kiss he can give.

Aiden is stock-still for a long moment and then he makes a startled, delighted noise and laces his hands through Lambert’s hair and kisses back.

Lambert still doesn’t know precisely why Aiden puts up with him, but if this is what Aiden wants - well, hell. It’s gonna be what Aiden damn well gets.

(Or here on AO3!)

[tathrin]

Last Six Sentences:

Thank you very much for the tag, @aroace-moron! These are the latest six sentences in the last scene I've re-written for that Writing Project I mentioned a while back

The [BAKERY NAME] would be among the busiest spots in the market, of course, but if Taulinnis had come for spice-twists or other sweets, he should have been and gone by now. Drōvin would have to look elsewhere if he sought to find the elf.

He still wasn't sure if he wanted to or not.

Pushing that uncertainty aside, Drōvin politely elbowed his way through the crowds and took a spot in line outside the bakery. As he made his way towards the door, he took care to rise up onto his toes and peer in the windows, looking past the baskets full of loaves and muffins for a glimpse of impossible gold-and-crimson hair; but he saw nothing.

As he had thought, there was no elf inside the bakery when Drōvin stepped through the door.

I'm not sure who all has or hasn't been tagged recently, so if you don't have six new sentences you feel like sharing, please ignore this...or use it as an excuse to write more! I won't stop you!

@bifuriouswaterbender @estel-of-the-eyrie @rosalui

[artemivsa]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 (𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐗) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟐)

sentence starters taken from the last five tracks of daisy jones and the six’s album AURORA (2023). change pronouns as you see fit. 

track 7: YOU WERE GONE. 

❛ can’t you tell by my face, there are things i try to erase? ❜

❛ i woke up and you sat me down, said “the future’s over now”. ❜

❛ memories are nothing. ❜

❛ there’s no light left to see. ❜

❛ where were you? when i needed you, you were gone. ❜

❛ the hand that pulled me through the center of the night was you. ❜

❛ that’s why i’m floating, why i reach towards the moon. ❜

❛ how about we turn it off? just flip the switch and walk away. ❜

❛ every story has an ending. ❜

❛ just forget it, like it’s gone. ❜

❛ forget about the way you turn me on. ❜

track 8: MORE FUN TO MISS. 

❛ i still need a drink, put all the glasses in the sink. ❜

❛ for the record, i’m fine with what’s left of what’s mine. ❜

❛ i almost took you by mistake for someone else. ❜

❛ you’re just a wild guess in a see-through dress. ❜

❛ it took guts to think that i would buy that wink. ❜

❛ you’ll be more fun to kiss than to be with. ❜

❛ you’ll be more fun to miss than to be with. ❜

❛ i don’t pull tricks. ❜

track 9: PLEASE.

❛ please, i’m down on my knees. ❜

❛ i have a family. ❜

❛ please, it’s an awful disease and it’s getting me. ❜

❛ i need what i can’t unsee to disappear. ❜

❛ c’mon, man, i know what i’m doing here. ❜

❛ please, i’m the worst at this. ❜

❛ i need you to say no, please. ❜

❛ i take it out on myself as a little test. ❜

❛ at least meet me under the table for a kiss. ❜

❛ please, know that i’m better than all of this. ❜

❛ in the valley of death, it’s a little hot. ❜

❛ please, never give me a second chance. ❜

track 10: THE RIVER. 

❛ i could’ve sworn this was the way. ❜

❛ tell me again, why do we stay on such a lonely road? ❜

❛ we’re on the same side and it’s gonna be a lonely road. ❜

❛ will you stay with me forever? ❜

❛ will you chase me in my dreams? ❜

❛ you had a choice i couldn’t make. ❜

❛ this is the last turn that you take on a lonely road. ❜

❛ give me your hand, here is my heart. ❜

❛ where does it end? when do we start? ❜

❛ if i throw it all in the river, and let the rhythm take the lead, will it stay with you whenever that you lean on me? ❜

❛ i’m an echo in your shadow. ❜

❛ i’m in too deep. ❜

❛ your shadows, they run too deep. ❜

❛ your reflection is a promise you couldn’t keep. ❜

❛ i know i lost you there. ❜

❛ i love you now. ❜

track 11: NO WORDS. 

❛ there ain’t no words for the song i’m trying to write. ❜

❛ everything i’ve tried so far doesn’t feel right. ❜

❛ there ain’t no words for the song i’m trying to play. ❜

❛ i just don’t know the words for what i’m trying to say. ❜

❛ all i could do is hope that you don’t take it the wrong way. ❜

❛ all i can do is say: don’t take it the wrong way. ❜

❛ there ain’t no words for the song i’m here to sing. ❜

❛ i just don’t know the words, babe, to tell you what i mean. ❜

❛ i’m at the end of my mind trying to do the right thing. ❜

❛ there ain’t no words for what i’m trying to say. ❜

[futurewdclandonorris]

The Interview | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x bsf!reader

Warnings: smut

Requested: yes

A/N: My first time writing bsf!Lando yay!!! This was a pain in the ass to edit and as twice to write. I wanted to burn it at least six times in the process, but I finally won that war and here we are. I don't hate it, but don't necessarily like it either, but I hope that's only because I read it like 945437 times and already know every sentence by heart 💀 and that you will actually enjoy it <3

Interviewing your best friend, how hard could it actually be? As you sat across from Lando Norris in the cozy McLaren hospitality, you realized that interviewing him was proving to be much more challenging than you had anticipated. Especially when he was looking like that.

Sweats and hoodies were his all time go to whenever he was at home, and you have seen him wearing it numerous times. But that morning when he came to pick you up from your hotel room, you didn’t expect that exact outfit to be the one to leave you stunned.

As you tried to ignore how effortlessly good he looked, in white sweatpants and a light grey jumper that showcased his lean physique, and curls of his hair falling in just the right way over his forehead, you cleared your throat and focused on the notes in front of you. But as Lando flashed you a charming smile and leaned back in his chair, all thoughts of the interview questions went out the window.

“So, what do you want to know that you already don’t?” Lando asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So, Lando," you began, trying to keep your voice steady, "what do you think sets McLaren apart from the other teams on the grid this season?"

"I think what really sets us apart is our team spirit," he replied. "We have an incredible group of people working together towards a common goal, and that camaraderie is something special." Lando flashed you yet another one of his charming smiles.

His words were filled with passion, and it was impossible not to be captivated by the way his voice drew you in. Despite being your best friend, there was something different about seeing him in his element, fully immersed in his love for the sport.

"It's no secret that you have a huge following on social media," you continued, steering the conversation towards a lighter topic. "How do you handle the pressure of always being under the spotlight?"

Lando chuckled softly before replying, "Oh, you know, I just try to be myself and have fun with it. The fans are amazing, and I'm grateful for all their support. Plus, it helps that my memes game is strong," he added with a wink.

"You definitely have some iconic meme moments," you agreed with a laugh, feeling more at ease now that the conversation had shifted to something more familiar. But beneath the banter and playful exchanges, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there was something Lando wasn't telling you.

Throughout the interview, you noticed subtle shifts in Lando's demeanor whenever certain topics came up. His jokes became more frequent, his sarcasm sharper, as if he was intentionally deflecting your inquiries. You made a mental note to revisit those moments later, but for now, you decided to go with the flow and enjoy the time with your best friend.

Leaning forward, you fixed him with a steady gaze and said, "Let's talk some more about you. It’s the beginning of a new season and fans are eager to know what your goals are for the upcoming races. Can you share with us what you hope to achieve this year?"

For a moment, there was a flicker of seriousness in his eyes before he smirked and replied, "I hope to give all the other drivers a head start, just to make things interesting," Lando quipped with a mischievous grin.

You chuckled at his response, recognizing the familiar playful tone he always carried. But beneath the humor, you sensed a hint of determination in his eyes. Pushing further, you pressed on, "Come on, Lando. We all know you're not one to settle for anything less than the best. What are your real aspirations for this season?"

“You already know what my aspirations are, y/n. Can’t you just make something up?”

“Of course I can’t. What if I put together a statement and then you tell a different version of events to another journalist?”

Lando chuckled, shaking his head at your persistence. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t lie to them? Other reporters aren’t my friends so I think it’s actually you who’s in advantage here.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you shot back, "Oh, so now I'm the lucky one getting the inside scoop, huh? Well alright, if you’re already so tired of answering my questions, how about we take a break and take some pictures for the article? I also heard you got a new helmet you’ll be wearing for testing as a tribute to Gil de Ferán, right? Let's capture that moment."

Lando's eyes lit up with enthusiasm at the mention of his new helmet design. He eagerly agreed, and the two of you made your way to the McLaren garage where his helmet awaited. As he carefully lifted it up, you couldn't help but admire the intricate details and the thoughtful tribute to the racing legend. Lando slipped it on with a sense of pride, and you couldn't resist snapping a few photos of him posing confidently in front of his car.

“Let’s go out to the track and have some shots of you and the helmet there. You could sit on the pit wall and hold it in your lap while admiring it,” you suggested, already envisioning the striking images that would accompany your article. Lando flashed you a grateful smile, appreciating your creativity and dedication to capturing the essence of his racing journey.

Lando perched on the pit wall, his expression a mix of focus and determination as he cradled the helmet in his hands. The vibrant colors of the design shone brightly against the backdrop of the racing circuit, a visual representation of Lando's respect for the sport's history and his aspirations for the future.

You snapped photo after photo, each frame telling a story of passion, ambition, and unwavering dedication.

“You’re choosing some interesting angles,” Lando teased as you were crouching down to get a shot from a lower perspective.

You couldn't help but smile at his lighthearted comment, your cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the scorching sun beating down on the track. Lando's voice had a way of enveloping you, drawing you in like a magnet and as you adjusted your position to capture another shot, your eyes inadvertently lingered on his hands, noticing the way his fingers traced the curves of the helmet with a gentle reverence.

You always thought Lando had beautiful hands, but in that very moment you couldn’t help but think what it would be like if those hands touched you. Really touched you.

The professional journalist in you was focused on capturing the perfect shots and telling Lando's story through the lens of your camera. But the other part of you, the part that had known Lando for years and cherished his friendship above all else, was struggling to keep up with the sudden surge of desires and thoughts that threatened to unravel your composure.

Lando's easy laughter and playful banter did little to ease the tension building within you. With each click of the camera, his presence seemed to grow more magnetic, his features more captivating. You couldn't deny the allure of his smile, the intensity in his gaze, or the way his energy seemed to envelop you in a cocoon of warmth.

While you reviewed the photos on your camera, Lando leaned in closer to get a glimpse as well. The heat of his body so near sent a shiver down your spine, and you hastily cleared your throat, trying to dispel the sudden rush of emotions coursing through you. But Lando was oblivious to your inner turmoil, his attention fully focused on the images displayed on the screen.

"These look amazing, y/n," he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement.

"Thank you, Lando," you managed to reply, your voice sounding slightly breathless even to your own ears. Clearing your throat once more, you added, "We should head back. You still owe me some answers.”

As you walked back towards the McLaren hospitality unit, Lando slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a playful headlock. "You know, y/n, for someone who claims to be a professional interviewer, you're not half bad as a photographer either," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You chuckled, swatting his arm away with mock indignation. "Hey now, don't let my talents overshadow your own star power. I'm just here to make sure the world sees the real Lando Norris in all his glory, on and off the track," you quipped back with a grin, the easy banter between you a testament to the years of friendship that had only grown stronger through the shared journey in the fast-paced world of Formula 1.

As you reached the hospitality unit, Lando released you from the headlock and held the door open with a flourish. "After you, madam photographer," he said with a mock bow, his eyes dancing with a mischievous gleam.

You both entered the bustling hospitality area, filled with team members preparing for the upcoming race weekend. The familiar sights and sounds enveloped you, a comforting blend of adrenaline and excitement that always accompanied a race day.

The familiar faces of the McLaren team greeted you warmly, their camaraderie palpable in every interaction. Lando's presence only added to the vibrant ambiance, his infectious laughter drawing others to join in.

Taking a seat at one of the tables, you watched as Lando engaged in animated conversations with his teammates, his passion for racing evident in every gesture and expression. It was moments like these that reminded you why you were drawn to motorsport in the first place—the sense of community, the thrill of competition, and the shared pursuit of excellence.

“Sorry for leaving you like that,” Lando said, sliding into the seat across from you, “but duty calls. It’s time to jump in the car. We can finish the interview later tonight, if that’s alright?”

"Of course, go do your thing out there on the track. We'll pick up where we left off," you replied, giving him an encouraging smile.

You stayed for a while, watching him drive and snapping a few more photos of his swift maneuvers on the track, each turn and acceleration a testament to his skill behind the wheel. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the circuit as the day drew to a close and you decided to go back to the hotel and edit the material you’ve gathered so far.

Having spent the whole day on track in the glowing sun, you first took a shower and got more comfortable in your pajama shorts and loose top before settling down at the small desk in your hotel room. The soft glow of the lamp bathed the room in a warm light as you organized your notes and sifted through the photos from today's shoot. Lando's vibrant energy leapt off the screen, each image a kaleidoscope of emotions and determination captured in still frames.

Lost in thought, you were startled by a knock on the door. Puzzled, you made your way over and peered through the peephole to see Lando standing outside, a sheepish grin on his face. And he was back in that damn outfit from before.

Despite the late hour, you couldn't suppress a smile at the sight of Lando standing at your door, his eyes alight with a mischievous glint. Opening the door, you raised an eyebrow in mock admonishment.

“Look who decided to show up. I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me,” you quipped, stepping aside to let him in.

“Never,” he replied with a grin, making himself at home in your hotel room. “Besides, I thought we could finish that interview now that I'm all fresh and ready to spill some secrets," you couldn't help but notice the way he moved with an easy familiarity, as if he had been in this space countless times before. “Oh, sorry, were you getting ready for bed?” he asked, as if only now noticing your comfortable attire, his gaze lingering on your bare legs a little longer than necessary, before innocently looking you in the eyes with a small smile.

Ignoring the flutter in your chest at his gaze, you shook your head with a chuckle.

“Not at all, I was actually working. You should see your helmet shots on a big screen. They turned out to be amazing.” you gestured as you took a seat at your laptop to show him.

Lando leaned over your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he peered at the screen. You couldn't help but notice the closeness between you, the shared intimacy of the moment sending a chill down your back.

“Wow, these look incredible,” Lando breathed, his voice low with awe. ”You really have an eye for capturing the moment.”

His praise sent a flush of warmth to your cheeks, a mixture of pride and something else you couldn't quite name. As you scrolled through the images together, Lando's hand brushed yours accidentally, sending a jolt of electricity through you both.

Clearing your throat and trying to ignore the nervous flutters, you turned to face him. "So, about those secrets you promised to spill..."

Lando's eyes sparkled mischievously as he settled into the armchair beside you, his gaze intense as he studied your face. For a moment, there was a weighty silence that hung between you, thick with unspoken words and unexplored emotions. You could sense a shift in the air, as if the room itself held its breath in anticipation of what he might reveal.

Finally, breaking the tension with a casual shrug, Lando chuckled softly. "Alright, alright. What do you want to know?" he asked playfully, though there was a glint of vulnerability in his eyes that you couldn't ignore.

Seeing him sit there casually in that armchair and in those sweatpants with legs spread lightly made your breath a little quicker. Taking a deep breath and clearing your throat, you busied yourself with your notebook to keep you from looking at him. “So,” you started, flipping through pages. “We have a few unanswered questions left...”

You couldn’t help but feel a rush of nerves at his intense stare, and you mechanically placed a hand on the back of your neck, stretching it out slightly. Lando's gaze followed the movement, his expression softening as he reached out to gently touch your hand, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. The simple gesture sent a shockwave of warmth through you, the soft brush of his touch awakening a hunger you tried to suppress the whole day.

“Nervous?” he asked, his tone low.

You chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Why would I be nervous? It’s not my first time conducting an interview.”

Lando's gaze lingered on you, his eyes searching yours with a depth that made your heart race. "Maybe it's not the interview that's making you nervous," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The air between you crackled with tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the room as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin.

Your mind raced with a million thoughts, emotions swirling within you as you met his gaze, feeling as though you were on the precipice of something unknown yet undeniably thrilling. In that moment, all the barriers you had carefully constructed around your heart began to crumble, revealing a vulnerability you had long kept hidden.

“I noticed the way you were looking at me out on the track today,” Lando murmured, his voice husky with unspoken desire. “It wasn't just the photographer's gaze anymore, was it?” His hand lingered on yours, a silent question hanging in the air. “Especially when you crouched down to get those low angle shots of the helmet. I could feel your eyes on me longer than necessary. You didn’t do it because you wanted to capture the shot perfectly, did you?” he continued, his gaze searching yours for any sign of confirmation. “No, you did it because you wanted to be on your knees for me, to be close to me, to feel the heat of my body as you snapped away at your camera. Admit it,” Lando's voice was a whisper, causing a flurry of emotions to swirl inside you.

His words were like a sharp blade, slicing through the air and laying bare a hidden longing that had been bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of what he had just said settling in the space between you.

“Even this, you inviting me into your dimly lit room—”

“I don’t like big lights,” you interjected, as you tried to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

But he continued as if you hadn't said anything. “—in your silky pajama shorts and that flimsy tank top that leaves little to the imagination,” Lando said, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned closer, his gaze smoldering.

“I was getting myself comfortable—”

“Of course, you’re smart and already have a reason for everything I point out,” Lando's gaze softened at your words, a flicker of understanding passing between you as he reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The tenderness of his touch sent a wave of sensation to travel down your spine, reigniting the fiery connection between you. “But I am your best friend, and I know you. You can try as much as you want, but you can’t hide the truth from me,” Lando murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he leaned in, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours. “I know you inside out.”

His words hung in the air, the tension between you palpable as you both teetered on the edge of something unspoken yet undeniably present. And maybe. Maybe he was right. Intentionally or not, you did know he was coming.

In that charged moment, with your heart pounding in your chest, you made a choice. You took him by the collar of his shirt and smashed your lips together. You pulled him with such force that he stumbled forward, but he quickly found balance by taking a handful of your hair and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matched your own. The kiss was electric, a surge of raw desire and pent-up emotions finally breaking free. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the intoxicating taste of him, the warmth of his lips searing through you like a wildfire.

Every touch, every caress, ignited a blazing need within you, a longing that had been buried for far too long. As you melted into each other, the boundaries that had kept you apart crumbled, leaving only the raw, primal connection that bound your souls together.

As the kiss broke, you both gasped for air, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Lando's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of surprise, craving, and something deeper that stirred within his gaze.

“Is this what you wanted?” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the tense stillness that enveloped you both.

“I wanted to kiss you first, but god, you’d beat me to it,” a low chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, but beneath it lay a raw vulnerability that mirrored your own. In that moment, as you gazed into each other's eyes, you knew that nothing would ever be the same between you.

You reached out to touch his face, your fingers tracing the contours of his jawline as if committing every detail to memory. The room felt as though it had shrunk, leaving just the two of you in your own intimate world where words were no longer needed.

“Then kiss me,” you breathed.

Lando's lips met yours in a frenzy of passion, each kiss deepening the connection that had ignited between you. His hands dug into your shirt, pulling you closer as if trying to erase any remaining distance between you. You responded with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss, a surge of emotions overwhelming your senses.

He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, your laughter mingling with his in the heated moment. As he joined you on the mattress, his lips trailed down to your neck, your skin tingling at his touch, and you moaned softly as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. A shiver ran through your entire body, and you arched into him, inviting him further.

He took the invitation, his hands exploring every inch of your body, his touch feather light at times, then rougher, aching to leave his mark upon you. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers traveled over your chest, igniting a wave of heat inside you. Each touch left a trail of fire, intensifying the sensation.

His mouth found its way to your lips again, his tongue darting out to taste you, and you met him eagerly, your tongues twining together in a frenzied dance. The room was filled with the sound of your breaths mixing, your hearts pounding in sync, as you lost yourself in each other's embrace.

Lando's body pressed against yours, his heat searing through your clothes, making your skin feel like it was sizzling. You could feel his hardness brushing against your core, making you moan softly, yearning for more.

Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer, needing the intimacy that only skin-to-skin contact could provide. His mouth gently moved down the curves of your neck, leaving a tantalizing trail of kisses that sent sparks of exhilaration coursing through your body. You arched your back yet again, wanting more of his touch, more of his attention.

Slowly, he lifted your shirt, revealing your stomach, and you felt a sudden rush of heat between your legs. His eyes locked onto your bare skin, a hunger gleaming in them. You knew he was seeing all of you, every flaw and imperfection that made you, you. But he didn’t care; he wanted you just the way you were.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. You could feel the sincerity in his words, and a wave of vulnerability washed over you. This wasn’t just about the physical attraction; it was about the emotional connection you had built over time.

He kissed your stomach, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. You wanted him closer; you wanted to feel his skin against yours. You reached behind you and tugged off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique that you had always admired.

You pulled him closer, and he kissed you again, his hands wandering to your breasts, tracing the outline of your nipples through your pajama top. You moaned softly, arching your back, wanting more of his touch.

He took off your top, revealing your bare chest, and you shivered at the feeling of his rough hands on your skin. He kissed your torso, his tongue darting out to taste you, and you moaned softly, inviting him to explore more.

He trailed his lips down your stomach, leaving a path of wet kisses that made you tremble with longing. You could feel his breath on your thigh, and you knew what was coming. He traced the edges of your panties, his fingers teasing you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Lando looked up at you, his eyes filled with craving. He wanted you more than anything, and you knew it. You were his, and he was yours.

You reached down and pulled off his pants–the damn pants that started all this in the first place–revealing his erection that strained against the fabric. Your fingers grazed it, and he moaned softly, his eyes locking with yours. You could see the need in him, and it made your heart race.

You pulled off his pants, revealing his naked body, and you couldn't help but admire him. He was perfect, every inch of him, and you knew that this was what you had been waiting for. This was the moment you had been dreaming of, the moment you had been yearning for.

He laid you down gently and continued to explore every inch of your body. His fingers traced the curves of your hips, your waist, your thighs, each touch setting off a firestorm of desire within you. You moaned softly, your body arching towards his, craving his touch.

He slid his fingers between your legs, teasing your most sensitive spot, sending waves of delight coursing through you. You gasped, your breaths becoming shallow as you struggled to control the growing want inside of you.

Lando's eyes locked with yours, a mixture of lust and tenderness shining in them. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his breath warm and sensual, “You are never to interview any other driver, you hear? You are mine. My best friend, my reporter.”

You laughed softly, the sound mingling with his as he skillfully used his hands to bring you to satisfaction. "I don't know, Lando. What if my boss wants me to do another story? What will I say then?"

“Then you do it somewhere I can see you. And you wrap it up, no inviting other drivers into your hotel room cause look what happens,” he quipped, his fingers moving faster, sending shivers throughout your body.

You gasped for air, your body trembling as you felt the waves of pleasure building up within you. You knew that you were close, that you couldn't hold back any longer. “Lando, please,” you begged, your body aching for release.

Lando's eyes met yours, a fierce intensity in his gaze. He knew what you needed, and he was more than willing to give it to you. With a sudden, forceful thrust, he entered you, filling you completely, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body.

You cried out, your breath hitching as each thrust sent you higher and higher. Lando's pace quickened, his body slamming against yours, each movement a testament of his want for you. The room was filled with the sounds of your intertwined bodies, your hearts beating in sync, lost in the moment.

“You feel so good,” Lando panted, his voice low and rough. He reached up, his hands tugging at your hair, pulling your lips to his in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, tasting you, possessing you.

You wrapped your legs around him, your nails digging into his back, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. Your body ached for more, craving the release that only he could give you.

Lando's thrusts became more insistent, his hips pistoning against yours, each movement driving you closer to the edge. Your breath came in short gasps, your heart pounding in your chest as the ecstasy built up inside you. You could feel the heat coursing through your veins, the desire consuming you.

“Lando, oh god, I'm so close,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. Lando responded by increasing his pace, his body slamming into yours, each thrust sending overwhelming bliss throughout your entire body.

You felt the familiar sensation building up within you, the pressure rising, the heat spreading. You knew what was coming, and you welcomed it with open arms. With a loud cry, you arched your back, your body trembling as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, engulfing you completely. Lando's body followed suit, his thrusts becoming erratic, his voice hoarse as he emptied himself within you, crying out your name.

Your bodies collapsed onto each other, panting heavily, your skin glistening with sweat. You didn't know how long you lay there, lost in each other's embrace, but the moment felt timeless. 

You glanced at him, only to see him sound asleep with a contented smile on his face. You couldn't help but run your fingers lightly through his hair, feeling the warmth of his body and the weight of his head on your chest. But you still had the article to finish and the call from your editor to make.

You gently extracted yourself from his embrace, feeling the cool air on your skin as your body adjusted back to reality. With a tender kiss on his forehead, you whispered, “I'll be right back,” feeling a sense of contentment and a touch of guilt at leaving him there.

You put on a robe and sat down at your desk, using the warm glow of the computer screen to illuminate your face as you typed away, every word bringing you closer to finishing the article. Although he owed some questions to the world, as his best friend you already knew the answers to almost every one. Remembering his words from earlier, you took it to your advantage to finish the article.

As you worked, the memories of the night still fresh in your mind, you couldn't help but recall the way Lando's hands felt on your body, the way his breath grazed your skin, the way his voice whispered husky promises in your ear. It made it hard to concentrate, but you knew you had to be professional.

With the piece finally done, you sent it to your editor, knowing that you had captured the essence of Lando's journey and the excitement surrounding his career. You knew that this was just the beginning of many great things for him, and you couldn't be more proud to have witnessed it firsthand, as his best friend, reporter and maybe something more in the future.

[geonwooz]

♡ DATING HEADCANONS — KIM GUNWOO

bf!gunwoo x reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, domestic fluff, established relationship, swearing | request — hello👋 if it's not a bother for you can i pls request dating and jealousy headcanons for geonwoo and woojin? it's alright if you don't. thank you anyways

gunwoo is such a soft boy like he’s so taylor swift song coded

not even a specific song, like if all her pretty love songs were made into a person; it’d be kim gunwoo

even though gunwoo is literally an almost six-foot muscle man built like mike tyson, when you first met him, the urge to protect him was saur bad

like you two would be the epitome of that hyper gf x calm bf meme pic

even if you are the biggest introvert ever, being with gunwoo makes you tap into that 1% extrovert in you which makes him so happy because it means you comfortable with him and that makes him so 🥺😭🥺😭

when you first starting dating, he was so pleasantly surprised by everything because this was a new territory for him

his lifestyle before you was just eat, train, sleep, and repeat — so this man had the shock of his life when dating you

the “good morning” and “good night” texts and the texts informing him what you were doing throughout the day + texts asking him what he was doing

he loved the way you’d always text him, even if it was like just a shower thought off the top of your head

literally everyone around him knew he was dating because bro kept using every free second of his to use his phone and the nonstop smiling at his phone like an idiot was a big giveaway

gunwoo is a selfless guy, meaning he’s always putting his loved ones before himself — and while you loved that for him, you always made sure to let him know when he needed to take care of himself

or you’d just take care of him yourself because you loved doing that

if he gave you flowers, you’d do the same after a couple of days, just wordlessly letting him know you loved him just as much as he loved you

even when you did something for him, he’d return the gesture, acknowledging your love for him and showing his love for you

as i said earlier, you are the hyper gf to his calm bf so one agenda i would like to touch on is how at one point you’d definitely be his curse dispenser of sorts

we know how gunwoo is a respectable gentleman who treats people with respect even in circumstances he doesn’t necessarily need to

so that’s where you come in, adding swear words between his sentences to make his words sound fiercer even tho manz probably has his polite smile on his face the entire time

“listen here-” “-you fucking asshole.” “just tell us what kim myeonggil is upto or-” “-we’ll shove your head so far up your ass, you’ll be able to eat your own shit.”

ok so maybe sometimes you have a little too much fun, which results in both your boyfriend and his woojin-hyung just staring at you, completely concerned

but they both love you, so a win is a win

honestly, gunwoo’s mama absolutely adores you and woojin feels the same, both of them just glad that gunwoo now has someone to take care of him and love him just like he takes care of others and loves them

you are always spending whatever free time you have with gunwoo’s mum and it warms his heart to see you two getting along together because honestly that’s all he needs in his life

if his loved ones adored you as much as you adored him, then that was it; he was indeed the happiest person in the world

it doesn’t take you long into the relationship for you to be comfortable with gunwoo, and he absolutely feels like he’s on cloud nine every time you mention how comfortable you are with him

like you can behave like an absolute madman, and he’d just love you harder — i don’t make the rules, it is what it is

so you best bet you sometimes leave your manz so bamboozlingly confuzzled by the most out of pocket questions you ask him because you have a curious mind

“why are buildings called buildings if they are already built?” “jagiya, please, it’s two in the morning.”

you two are a force to be reckoned with, i swear i feel bad for woojin already

sorrows sorrows prayers

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what was making your first siIva rip like? was it difficult to execute, did it take a long time, and was making it worth it?

after submitting it, how did you feel and how did you feel after seeing it accepted and published on the channel?

and nowadays, how do you feel when looking back at your first siIva rip?

Run! (OST Version) - Undertale

I started this rip around 7 AM Pacific (9 AM Central Time, where I was) during Dat Boi day, after waking up and seeing that that event was happening. Prior to this I had never been confident enough that I could make something good enough for SiIva. I don't know what got me to be motivated and think that I could email a rip for the first time, maybe it was that making a dat boi rip seemed straightforward. This is what the original version sounded like. I sent it to @chickensuitgay, who I knew solely from Vavr, asking if it was good enough for SiIva. Over the next six hours, CSG gave me feedback on fixing up the rip, very patiently I might add. The percussion, mixing, timing, pitches, compressor were all fixed from this original revision because of their suggestions. I'll forever appreciate the help they've given me.

Getting a single rip on SiIva opened doors for me in what I thought was possible for me to do. Across the rest of the day, I remember reloading the Undertale playlist over and over until a private video appeared, and then reloading my subscriptions every 15 minutes until the rip uploaded. When it appeared I was ecstatic. Chicken encouraged me to make more rips, and I did, but it took a while lol. My next two and only other SiIva rips in 2020 were during WinterFes. Looking back on the rip itself, I don't think it's super great. The lyric sentencing choices are kinda weird, for one. But it makes me happy reminiscing on how it happened and how it felt at the time, and I'll always have a fondness for that event day because of it. What a good day, and a good event too lol. Dat Boi is, I think, a perfect example of a type of SiIvaGunner meme I love, taking a silly but pure "outdated" meme and just running with it anyway. Having a character attached also helps. Most of the people who made a ton of rips for that day are close friends of mine now, it's funny how these things turn out. Finally, that rip being my first on SiIva means my rips playlist's natural thumbnail will always get to be Undertale, which is funny.