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[buckbuckleybegins]

God the more i try to stick around 911twt the more i hate it.

That platform was NOT made for fandom and I will die on that hill.

[stunie]

i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!

2024.07.15 — dinner date with Ume. ♡

(hands up if you know where the reference photo’s froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)

[fandom-puff]

Temporary Arrangement

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Will you write a one shot for me where after a death eater attack your house is burned down and you have to live with sirius and severus gets really jealous bc he sees how close you have gotten with sirius?? Mayyybe with some romantic reassuring smut at the end?’

Warnings: loss of home, mentions of duelling, death, swearing, jealousy, smut

Gif creds to owner

The Order Meeting had ran long into the night, burning through many candles and many cups of coffee as they discussed feverishly. Everybody jumped as the front door to Grimmauld Place swung open, banging against the door and setting off the ghastly portrait of Mrs Black.

Sirius, Remus, Kingsley and Severus ran to the hallway, wands drawn, Kingsley yelling a quick ‘protrificus totalus’ to apprehend the intruder.

“Protego! You cried, causing the spell to ricochet around the hallway. “Fucking Hell, Kingsley!”

“Sorry. Precaution,” he said in his deep, calming voice as the rest lowered their wands. Severus pushed past them to get to you upon seeing that it was in fact his girlfriend.

“YN, my love, what happened? We’ve talked about being alone at night, it’s too dangerous with the Dark Lord on the rise,”

You let out a shrill laugh, clearly shaken. “I was in my own house,” you said. “The Death Eaters breached my wards,” A chilly silence fell across the room as you shook in Severus’s arms. “I-I think I killed someone, Sev,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t use an unforgivable... I used sectumsempra, it was the first thing that came into my head. I’ve... lost everything. They burned my house to the ground,” you broke, collapsing into severus and sobbing as he shushed you. Remus and Kingsley wrestled with the curtains to shut Mrs Black up.

“What’s going on?” Mrs weasley, Mr Weasley, Tonks and Mad-Eye were now crowding around the doorway. “Oh, YN, dear...” mrs Weasley said gently. Together, she and severus guided you down into the kitchen. The meeting was quickly adjourned while Mrs weasley fixed you some hot chocolate (with a nip of whiskey in it to settle your nerves). “There we go,”

You leaned into severus as you drank your hot chocolate, telling them everything you could remember about the three death eaters who’d attacked your house. “You poor dear,” Molly said softly, reaching to pat your arm. “Sirius, is there another habitable room upstairs?”

“No, it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll stay in Severus’s room,” you said gently.

“He doesn’t have a room,” Sirius said lowly. You pursed your lips, really not having the time or energy for their squabbling.

“Well whatever room Sev has been staying in, I’ll take that one for the time being. Sorted,”

As you and Severus went to stand up Sirius spoke up. “What, Snivellous, not gonna take her to your mouldy house on Spinner’s End?”

Severus rounded on Sirius, eyes flashing with anger. “Bit rich of you to call someone’s house mouldy, isn’t it, Black?” He deadpanned. “And I wouldn’t dream of taking YN there. There are death eaters traipsing in and out to use it as an apparation point,”

You grasped onto Sev’s hand, pulling him away, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms and sleep away the horrible night you had had.

***

A fortnight later you had settled into somewhat of a routine: go to work, come home, eat some wonderful food from Mrs Weasley, and set about cleaning out Grimmauld Place with the others. You were yet to be allowed back to your own home as Kingsley ensured that there were aurors patrolling the area, and Mad-Eye was sure there were some complex curses in place for anyone who got too close.

As you helped the others, you grew closer to all of them, filling Mr Weasley in on various muggle artefacts, discussing politics with Remus and even engaging in Sirius’s mischievous banter.

“Sirius, I swear to all that is sacred, you had better keep hold of the bottom of that ladder. God knows what’s in these jars and I really don’t fancy it ending up in my hair!”

Sirius grinned, wobbling the bottom of the ladder teasingly, causing you to squeal, almost dropping a jar of what looked like half-rotted eyeballs. Sirius laughed, reaching out to place a steady hand in your back as you climbed back down the ladder, jars in hand. You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw severus stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed.

“Hiya, love,” you said softly, setting the jars down and going to him, reaching to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Missed you,”

“Clearly,” he said tersely, making you frown as he turned to Sirius. “Black. I ask that you keep your hands to yourself,” Sirius was about to protest, but severus had turned on his heel. You hurried after him.

“Sev?” You asked gently. “Are you alright?”

“If I ever see him touch you again I will hex his filthy hands off,” you sighed, grabbing his forearms.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you? I love you, Severus, only you,” you said, staring him dead in the eye. “I’m yours,”

He stared at you for a moment before licking his lips. “Prove it,”

***

With the door slammed firmly shut and plenty of silencing charms up, you turned to your boyfriend. “Sit on the bed,” you said gently, not used to giving orders. Severus raised a brow and removed his billowing outer robe, before sitting on the edge of the bed. You smiled softly at him before yanking off your shirt and shimmying out of your jeans, licking your shoes off in the process and leaving you in your plain underwear. “What do you see?”

“A goddess,” he said plainly, his fingers already trailing up your sides. You rolled your eyes slightly, looking down shyly.

“Your goddess,” you murmured, sighing breathily as he unhooked your bra, tossing it aside. Severus smiled to himself, nuzzling his face into your chest, murmuring sweet nothings against your heart as he undid his frock coat. You smiled happily as your stroked his hair, and a few moments later, he too was down to his underwear.

“Lay back,” you murmured, pulling away. He groaned, wanting to stay where he was, but he shuffled to lay among the pillows, watching as you slid your underwear down your legs. As you crawled towards him, breasts swaying temptingly, he smirked, moving to sit upright instead. When you were close enough to him he grabbed you by your thighs to pull you to straddle him. You squealed, pouting slightly, but your frown still dissolved when you felt a familiar hardness beneath you. “I love you, severus,” you said softly, starting to rut your hips gently. “Can you feel how wet I am for you? All for you,” you moaned, feeling the ridge of his clothes cock rub against your clit.

Severus grunted, his hands on your hips, brow furrowed in pleasure. “YN, darling, I need you,” he groaned, “please,”

You nodded, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his underwear, lowly lowering yourself on him. “There you go, YN, just like that, ride my cock...” you nodded, adjusting to the tight stretch, slowly rocking your hips as severus groaned beneath you.

Severus grunted, rocking his hips up to meet your movements, threading his fingers through your hair to pull you down for a deep kiss, tongue tracing over the seal of your lips. You allowed him entrance, moaning sweetly into his mouth as you began to bounce your hips slightly.

Severus grunted, his other hand grasping your hip hard as you rocked and ground your hips, your moans dissolving into his lips. He pulled away, his blown eyes locking with yours, low groans tumbling from his lips, your name whispered like a prayer.

“I’m close, YN,” he moaned, his hips bucking up a little rougher. You nodded desperately, tipping your head back, but he groaned, grabbing your hair and tilting your head back down to look at him. “No. Look at me,” he groaned. “I want to see you fall apart on my cock, love,” his voice was strained and you knew he was close, reaching down to rub your clit hard, clenching tightly around his as he shouted your name, pumping his cock up into you, filling you with his come as you began to tumble over the edge, moaning loudly, trying your best to keep your eyes open and locked with his.

As your orgasm subsided, you collapsed into his chest panting, pressing gentle kisses just over his heart. “I love you,” you mumbled, reaching to clasp his hand. Severus smiled softly, his hand rubbing your back gently. You let out a soft whimper as you dismounted him, snuggling into his side. Severus reached for his wand to do the usual charms, but yiu grabbed his arm. “Just do the contraceptive one. I wanna feel you inside me still,” you said bashfully.

Severus arched his brows, doing as you asked, gathering you up in his arms. “You want to feel my come seep down your thighs still?” When you nodded, he smiled widely, kissing your forehead and pulling the covers up around you, cocooning you both in warmth as you settled into a hazy, peaceful sleep.

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[melofanish]

Drunk In This Love They Have

@carlosreyesweek Day 7: Writer’s Choice

Summary: Owen wakes up with a start. He's not sure what exactly roused him, but he's awake now. He rubs his eyes, taking a moment to stretch out on the bed. The flicker of the clock attracts his vision, and he reads the blue "1:23 AM" with a frown. Why did he wake up after midnight?!

The lights inside turn on, and the door finally closes. Owen takes a few moments sitting in the car alone, in the dark. He supposes he should feel some loneliness, but he doesn’t. All he feels is happiness and giddiness for his son, amusement regarding the entire situation, and hope for the future that TK and Carlos will be sharing together.

Tags: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Owen Strand, Established Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Soft Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Sweet Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Drunk Carlos Reyes, Good Parent Owen Strand.

Warnings: Drunk flirting and awkward dad existence. 

This is such a crack, dumbass fic but I love it so much. It has just been finished too. I have two settings apparently. Finish a fic a month before the event, or three hours before the end of the event.

This idea came from the  "Mi Amor Tarlos" discord server. Major kudos to Kate <3

As usual, @lire-casander is the best human to ever exist. I am, once again, writing this as she goes over the final edit of the fic. She's beauty, she's grace, she's right about the best thing I've gotten out of this fandom <3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted, they belong to their creators. I'm writing just for the fun

Read on AO3.

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Owen wakes up with a start. He's not sure what exactly roused him, but he's awake now. He rubs his eyes, taking a moment to stretch out on the bed. The flicker of the clock attracts his vision, and he reads the blue "1:23 AM" with a frown. Why did he wake up after midnight?!

He turns to a side, pulling his blanket up around his shoulder and trying to find a position that'll send him back to slumber when his phone pings. He decides to ignore it, the edges of sleep tickling his consciousness when it pings again, and again.

With a sigh, he reaches forward and grabs his phone, the glare of the screen blinding him for a moment until he turns on the bedside table. He looks back at the phone, finding five messages from Carlos.

A chill runs through Owen. For a moment he thinks something happened with TK. But then he remembers that they're both off for the next day, and he knows that TK is asleep in his room down the hall. He relaxes immediately, only to frown again when his phone pings with yet another message. He opens the thread.

Carlos Reyes: HIIIIIII TJ

Carlos Reyes: TL***

Carlos Reyes: TK********

Carlos Reyes: i drank sooo mucj

Carlos Reyes: i am frunk

Carlos Reyes: i lobe yoi sooo muvj

Owen stares at his phone, blinking in confusion. Carlos is… drunk, that much he's sure of. And he loves his son, which he's glad about. But he also seems to think that Owen is actually TK. Which is unfortunate. He's about to reply with a clarification when he gets four new messages in quick succession.

Carlos Reyes: i niss tou too

Carlos Reyes: van i see yiu when I het hone?

Carlos Reyes: i wamma cuffle

Carlos Reyes: cuddle

He can't help the smile that graces his face. Seeing how Carlos still thinks about his son, even in a drunk state, warms a deep corner of his soul. It's the kind of love he's always hoped for his son.

Carlos Reyes: amd kiss tou

Carlos Reyes: ans fuck yoi

And then it's no longer wholesome. He groans, dropping the phone and covering his face, as if that'll somehow erase the image that's been painted in his mind. He moves his phone away, putting it down on the table when it pings again, and again, and again.

He groans out loud again, reaching for the phone as he takes a deep breath. Two more pings come in during the time it takes him to do that. He turns the screen on, bringing the thread back up.

Carlos Reyes: uoire thw best thinj to eber hapoen to me

Carlos Reyes: i wanma lobe yoi forevr

Carlos Reyes: ill dhow yoi wiyh endless kissed

Owen glares at the phone, as if it can travel through the phone and reach Carlos. He sees the three dots bubbling about and he makes a decision, bringing up his own keyboard to type a reply.

Owen Strand: Carlos, this is Owen. You're texting the wrong Strand.

The bubbles pause for a moment, and Owen thinks he's going to get an apology text, or maybe even he'll get ignored and that will be tomorrow's problem. But they come back on the screen three seconds later and then he's getting a message.

Carlos Reyes: anf lobing sex

Carlos Reyes: yoi shoufl pivk me up do we cab habe s fucj

In a decision made over a split second, Owen is getting out of bed and marching down the hall to TK's room. He pauses at the door, straining to listen for movement. When he doesn't hear anything he softly knocks on the door. He gets a soft "hmm" almost immediately. So he swings the door open.

He finds TK in bed, blanket crowded at his feet and a book in his hands, eyes wide and awake. He pauses for a second, he was sure TK would be asleep. They did just return from a twenty-four-hour shift a few hours ago. He’s about to ask when TK beats him to it.

"You okay?" TK asks, looking at the clock on his bedside table. "It's almost one-thirty, dad. Why are you still awake?"

Owen sighs, remembering the reason he came in search of TK in the first place. There's a lot of things he would have seen himself telling his son, his own blood and flesh, at an hour after midnight. This is not one of them. And yet.

"Your boyfriend is drunk and wants to have sex with you," he says, going straight to the point.

TK stares at him, head turning to a side in pure confusion as his forehead creases into a frown. "My what? What?!"

"Your. Boyfriend. Is. Drunk. And. Wants. To. Have. Sex. With. You," he repeats.

"Wait, how do you know, what are you talking about?!" He asks, putting the book down and coming to a weird half-seated position where he has one leg half bent out in front of him and the other is tucked underneath him.

As if on cue, Owen's phone pings two more times. He brings the phone up, reading the messages quickly and then he's stepping into TK's room, scrolling up to the beginning of the messages and handing the phone over.

Carlos Reyes: r u oivking me uo?

Carlos Reyes: ill oay you eith sex

He watches as TK's eyes move from one side to the other on the screen, smiling at parts and then eyes widening at others, before he ends with a hand to his face, hiding away behind his palms.

"Oh, god," he groans. "He's so drunk."

Owen can't help the snort that rises through his throat, shaking in head in amusement. "Yes, that's an understatement."

The phone rings again in TK's hand. They share a look before TK turns the screen on and reads the messages. Owen doesn't want to know what the contents are when they're the cause of a bright red flush that takes over TK's face and neck. Still, he can't resist when the opportunity presents itself like this.

"What's he saying?"

TK stutters, looking up at Owen then down at the phone. "He's asking if I'm picking him up. The designated driver is drunk too."

Owen might have not been there for the large part of his kid's life, but he still knows when he's hiding something. And right now, TK is hiding something. But he understands; he knows his relationship with TK isn't usual, he knows that they are way too comfortable discussing their sex lives, but Carlos isn't. And Owen can't do much more than nod in acceptance when his son is trying to protect and respect his boyfriend's dignity.

"Okay, get dressed. Be at the door in ten minutes," he gets off the bed, heading to the door.

"Wait, wait, what?" TK calls. "Where are we going?"

Owen turns around slowly, facing TK, as if the answer wasn't obvious. "We're going to pick him up. You don't have a license yet, so I'm driving," he explains. "So let's go, your man is waiting."

It takes TK a moment, but then he’s getting on his feet and moving around the bed into his closet. Owen closes the door and walks to his own room, changing his pyjama pants to sweatpants and slipping into a pair of sneakers. He’s at the front door in minutes, keys and wallet in hand. TK comes barrelling through the house behind him in seconds.

They’re in the car, Owen turning the ignition on, when a quick succession of four or five messages ping through. TK glances at him out of the corner of his eye before he focuses back on his hands and turns the screen on. Owen catches the edge of a picture, and, from what he could tell, it’s just a selfie of Carlos and his partner, Jack. He decides to focus on the task in hand, asking TK for the location of the bar and swerving out of their driveway.

The drive isn’t that long, the bar a mere fifteen minutes away from their home. They spend the ride singing along to the music coming from the Bluetooth speakers, until a few messages ping through, at which point TK would stop singing, pull up the messages, type something in reply, and then get back to the singing.

They’re about half-way there when the ringing sounds around the entire car. Owen recognises the call notification and presses on the reply button a little too fast for his brain to remember that Carlos is texting him right now, and this is probably Carlos calling, and the phone is connected to the car’s Bluetooth system.

“HIIIIIIIIIII!” Carlos’ loud, clearly drunk and slurring voice fills the car a bare second after he’s pressed the button on his steering wheel, his tone so high-pitched Owen finds himself wincing.

“Hi! Hi, baby, hi,” TK is already screaming in reply, bringing the phone to his mouth only to pull it away when he realises it’s all around him, and then just saying it into the void. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything is perfecto,” Carlos answers with a sigh, his voice muffled and mixing with the bar around him now that he isn’t screaming. “I just miss you, so, so, so much. And I’m sad.”

Owen glances at TK, the look of worry on his face mirrored on TK’s.

“Why are you sad? Is everything okay?”

“Jack is hugging and kissing Alana, and I’m here, alone and lonely,” Carlos replies in a tone that makes Owen right about a hundred percent sure that he’s pouting. He shakes his head as TK chuckles.

“You’re not lonely baby, you’re there with your friends,” he reminds Carlos.

“But my friends are kissing each other and making out and I think Alana has her hand in Jack’s pants and I’m here without your hands in my pa-”

The rest of his sentence is cut by a short scream from TK as he fumbles with the phone, finally pressing the button that disconnects the Bluetooth. Owen manages to resist laughing out loud but he has no power against the grin that splits his face wide. He feigns ignorance as he listens to TK whispering his replies. Somehow, even through the phone and the distance, he still hears Carlos, loud, loveable and oh so drunk.

A few minutes later and they’re finally pulling up the bar, pulling into the parking lot. Owen finds the closest free spot, putting the car in park and turning to face TK, who has his head down, the phone still pressed to his ear. He seems to have not even realised that they’ve arrived at their destination.

“Hey,” he nudges TK, nodding towards the bar when TK looks up at him. “Go get him.”

TK smiles at Owen, opening the door and dropping his phone into the seat. “I’ll call you if I need anything?” he asks, closing the door and moving towards the bar when Owen nods.

He follows TK until he disappears into the threshold of the bar, then closes his eyes and rests his head on the backrest of his seat as he sighs. He isn’t sure how his night came to this end, but here he is. He’s also sure he would have never done the same for any of TK’s previous boyfriends. But Carlos isn’t any boyfriend. Carlos is… Carlos is good. Carlos is a different type of man than the ones TK has been with. Carlos is nice, and respectful, and sweet. Carlos loves his son.

He supposes that’s what this all comes down to. The fact that he knows that Carlos loves his son, the way he always knew TK deserves to be loved. And he knows that TK loves Carlos, too. It’s the love that he’s only ever dreamt of TK having, a dream that seemed to get farther and farther away with every new man TK introduced him to. Until Carlos walked into TK’s life. He doesn’t want to undermine TK’s own work and tribulations to make himself better, but Carlos has no doubt been a large part of the support system he’s had during that time.

And so, if Owen has to wake up at one-thirty in the morning to drive his son to a bar so he can pick up said son’s drunk boyfriend, he’s willing to do that in a heartbeat.

A dull crash against the side of the car has Owen opening his eyes in alarm and looking at the side-mirrors of the car. He doesn’t see anything in the driver’s side of the car, but when he looks towards the passenger’s side, well, he sees TK, back pressed to the side of the car. And he sees Carlos, hovering over TK. And he sees two tongues fighting in the middle of the space between them before their mouths slam back together. And then, through the car, he hears the loud, unmistakable moan.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” he groans, looking back in front of him. It’s one thing for him to read what Carlos wants to do to his son, it’s a completely different thing for him to see it starting to happen. He takes a few deep breaths, glancing at the mirror every few moments. When he sees that they’re still in the same position, he leans over the console, knocking on the window until TK breaks the kiss and turns around.

His eyes widen when he sees Owen, hands coming up from wherever they are to hold Carlos around the shoulders. TK might have seen Owen, but Carlos seems to still be in his own fairyland; he trails kisses down TK’s neck until he gets to a spot and then his head stops in there. Owen doesn’t need to guess what Carlos is doing right now, the way TK’s eyes flutter shut tell him all he needs to know.

But no, this is too much. He leans over, knocking on the window again until TK’s eyes open and takes a deep breath, hands tightening around Carlos’ shoulders as he slowly pulls him away. Owen did not need to see the line of saliva connecting Carlos’ lips to TK’s neck.

He hears them exchange a few sentences, voice low and sultry, if he has to guess. Carlos’ eyes are blown wide, a smile permanently glued on his face, even as he nods and shakes his head in reply to whatever TK is saying. He hears Carlos giggle one last time and then TK is moving them back enough to open the back door.

“Hello, Mister Strand,” Carlos greets him the moment the door is open, words slurred, smile wide and eyes bright. “How ya doin?”

“I’m all good, Carlos, how are you?” he asks, chuckling as TK helps Carlos settle in.

“I’m fantastic! Did you know that TK came to pick me up because I asked him to?!”

This time Owen really can’t help the laugh that booms out of his chest. He hears TK snicker as well, Carlos joining in at the end. “Did he now?”

“Yes, yes, he did,” he nods his head almost aggressively. “He’s the bestest ever. I love him so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” TK replies, kissing Carlos softly on the lips as he finally finishes securing the seatbelt. Owen turns around, focusing on turning on the car -as if it takes that much concentration- to give them a moment alone. He hears them exchange “I love you’s” a few times and then TK retreats, closing the back door and opening the front one to get his own self into the car.

TK is barely a foot into the car when Carlos calls from the backseat. “TK?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asks, turning around in his seat to look at Carlos.

“Why are you so far away? How am I supposed to hold you?” Carlos speaks in the same tone as earlier, the one Owen thought was coming from a pouting face. Looking at the rearview mirror, he sees that there is indeed a pout on Carlos.

“I’m right here, baby,” TK answers, extending an arm to rub at Carlos’ curls.

“But, you’re so far away. I’m all alone in this big seat! You should sit here! With me! You can even sit on m-”

“OKAY!!!!” TK interrupts yet again. “Let’s not do that, baby. We need to be safe.”

Owen hears a sigh and then Carlos is mumbling his approval. He waits until TK is twisted back in his seat and has put his seatbelt on before he starts the journey back.

It’s only then that he realises they haven’t discussed where they would be driving back to.

“Where are we going, TK?”

“TO SEX LAND!” Carlos screams, and a perfectly coordinated groan leaves both the Strand men.

“Carlos, no!” TK retorts.

“Carlos, YES!” Carlos says back.

Owen sees TK opening his mouth from the corner of his eye, but Carlos evidently isn’t finished speaking.

“Hey, Owen, you should take us to my house, that way we can make as much noise as we want,” he says, much to the dismay of everyone that isn’t Carlos. He doesn’t seem to realise what’s wrong with what he’s saying, he just keeps talking. “TK gets really loud at times, and I do too to be honest, and it’s so hard to stay quiet when we are in your house, so we should go to my house.”

As funny as this entire situation is, the conviction with which Carlos says it leaves Owen no choice but to respect him, even as TK tries to sink deeper into his seat in an attempt to blend with the upholstery.

“Okay, Carlos, I’ll take you guys to your house,” Owen says, shaking his head at both Carlos and TK’s shenanigans.

“Thank yooou, Owen,” Carlos says. Owen is about to focus back on the street when Carlos gasps, and the sound of skin hitting skin echoes around in the car.

Owen looks through the rearview mirror, finding Carlos with his hands covering his mouth, and eyes wide, as if he just saw something from his nightmares. The empty streets make it easy for Owen to cross two lanes and stop in the sideway, both Strands turning around to face a now teary-eyed Carlos.

Owen turns on the overhead lights as TK fumbles with his seatbelt, trying to get it undone, even as he keeps his eyes on Carlos, asking him what’s wrong. It’s only when he’s in the backseat with him that Carlos unclutches his face and wipes his tears.

“I was rude to your dad, TK. I was so rude to your dad, my mom is going to be so mad at me,” he whispers. “I didn’t say mister, TK.”

Owen feels the concern -so thick a moment ago- melt and dissolve into nothing. He sinks into his seat, turning to sit straight. TK stays back with Carlos, wiping his tears and whispering sweet nothings as he assures him that his mother would not be mad at him. Carlos tries to fight him on it, saying that she most definitely would be, but he stops pretty quick once TK asks if he trusts him.

He uses the distraction to grab his phone from the glove compartment, where TK disposed of it earlier. He brings up the camera, making sure that the flash is off, and presses on record.

He can’t see the screen and what he’s filming, but through the rearview mirror, he sees TK wiping Carlos’ tears, forehead leaning on him as he presses kisses to his temple in between whispers and smiles. He sees Carlos hold onto TK’s arm, looking up at him with a soft smile and wet tears. A few moments later Carlos giggles and TK smiles at him, pressing a final kiss to his forehead before he straightens up and buckles himself next to Carlos.

He’s about to turn off the camera when Carlos presses a kiss to TK’s shoulder and lays his head onto it. His hand runs along TK’s arm, intertwining their fingers. “I love you,” he whispers.

TK takes a breath, a soft smile gracing his face as he turns his face to another kiss atop Carlos’ curls.

Owen turns off the screen, putting the phone away and switching off the light. He turns on the car, focusing back on the journey.

By the time he’s pulling up into Carlos’ driveway, the back seat is quiet. He switches the car off, looking back to find Carlos -head still on TK’s shoulder- with his eyes closed and mouth open in soft, almost inaudible snores. TK has the fondest expression on his face as he looks down at Carlos, a hand wrapped around his, the other sweeping around Carlos’ head, playing with his curls.

He almost regrets bursting their bubble, but he doesn’t think the car is the most comfortable place for them all to be right now. So he lays a hand on TK’s knee, waiting until he looks up at him, looking almost dazed. “We’re here,” he whispers.

TK looks out of the window, recognition dawning on him. He nods in reply before he focuses down on Carlos, whispering to him softly as his eyes flutter open and he slowly rouses from his doze.

Carlos looks up at TK, a brief moment of a smile coming onto him before he stretches his limbs out as much as the car allows and then he curls back into his place, mumbling incoherence.

“Come on, baby, we’re here,” TK whispers. “Let’s go inside.”

Carlos opens his eyes at that, staring up at TK. “We gon’ cuddle?” he asks.

TK chuckles, shaking his head, the loving look never leaving his face. “Yeah, let’s go cuddle.”

Owen watches as TK helps himself and then Carlos out of the car, and then holds Carlos around the waist as they walk up the porch. TK takes a moment to slip his hand into Carlos’ front pocket, producing a set of keys that he inserts into the front door lock.

As they move into the house, TK turns and nods at Owen, and he returns it. When Carlos looks at him though and turns to do the same, with much more enthusiasm, waving at him, face scrunched with a wide grin, Owen can’t help but repeat it to him, waving back at the giant dork.

The lights inside the house turn on, and the door finally closes. Owen takes a few moments sitting in the car alone, in the dark. He supposes he should feel some loneliness, but he doesn’t. All he feels is happiness and giddiness for his son, amusement regarding the entire situation, and hope for the future that TK and Carlos will be sharing together.

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Generated prompt: Buck is a virgin, and Eddie worships his body the first time they have sex.

Inch by inch

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Eddie knows that Buck is a virgin, and even more, a bottom. He loves to tease Buck, their flirting always ending with Buck red cheeked and hard in his jeans. But he also knew Buck wanted to take his time. He was insecure over parts of his body, still insecure about his skill, his experience, and Eddie respected him in his need to wait.

Christopher was off with his friends, and Buck was excited to spend the night with Eddie. They made a movie habit together, and they were able to finally watch a non kid movie. Buck was still indecisive as ever, not knowing what he really wanted to see.

"You can't think of anything, baby?" Eddie asks, hand around his shoulders gently stroking his hair. He shrugs nervously, and Eddie can feel this anxiousness. "Why are you so nervous, baby? Something wrong?" He asks lovingly. Buck flushes, biting his lower lip.

"I don't wanna watch a movie.." He says with a little shrug. Eddie tilts his head. "Can we.. make out?" He asks softly. Eddie chuckles softly, and slowly brings Buck into a soft kiss. Buck loves the way Eddie kisses him. It was slow and gentle, but he could feel the power and passion behind it all. Eddie hand gently tangled in Buck's hair, getting a gasp out of him and letting Eddie's tongue inside.

Buck feels Eddie moving him, getting him to straddle his lap and Buck carefully complies. Buck feels himself get hard fast, embarrassingly fast, but Eddie growls softly into his mouth. He likes that Buck is responding to these touches.

He bites his bottom lip gently, hands rubbing over his ass and to his lower thighs. Buck shudders, hips moving involuntarily to grind on Eddie's bulge. His back arches at the friction and he gasps loudly, head pulling back and face hiding in Eddie's neck.

"Mm.. Your so fucking hard, baby... I like that I did that to you." He growls. He kisses Buck's neck, and he feels Buck twitching in his pants. He sinks his teeth into Buck's neck, yanking Bucks hair to get better access. Buck only moans in response, his lips parted and panting into Eddie's neck.

"F-fuck.. Oh fuck." He whimpers softly. "Eddie please.. I need you."

"Let's get to my room." They both stand and Eddie pulls him to his bedroom, pushing Buck to the door once its closed. Eddie grabs Buck's wrists and pins them right above his head, using a free hand to push up his shirt.

"How hard are you for me?" Eddie teases, stroking over his bulge. Buck shuddered and whines softly.

"I'm so hard.. Please I really need you." He says shakily. Eddie chuckles and let's go of his hands, pulling off his shirt. They both strip down, a dark wet spot on Buck's blue briefs from his pre cum. Eddie chuckles and watches him pull them off.

He can tell Bucks shy about his body, but Eddie wants to devour him. Buck looks up at him, flushing at the primal hunger that Eddie has in his eyes.

"I'm going take you.. inch by inch." He whispers, almost stalking up to him. Buck shudders, and with Eddie's guidance, lays on the bed and exposed to him. Buck gasps softly, Eddie's touch alone sending shockwaves through his body, feeling his lips trail over his neck and down his chest.

"Mmm.. Ever have anything inside you?" He asks gently, kissing his hip and looking up at Buck. Buck flushes and bites his lip, shuddering a little.

"Just a few fingers.. I never got to buy t-toys." He admits quietly. Eddie nodded and moves Buck so his hips are on a pillow and his back is arched enough that Eddie can see his hole. "Eddie..." He whines softly.

"Don't be shy, baby. I'm going to take such good care of you." He growls quietly, rubbing a dry finger carefully over the hole there. Buck jolts and gasps quietly, panting hard. He can't believe how reactionary he is today.

"Whens the last time you fingered yourself?" Eddie asks, carefully and deliberately rubbing his hole in a circular motion. Buck gasps, arches, and whines as his thighs shake a little.

"A week ago." He whispers, letting his hips fall back onto the pillow. Eddie grabs a bottle of lube, dribbling some on his hole and then his fingers. Buck gasps softly at the cold, shuddering as Eddie's fingers begin warming it up.

"You okay baby? Want to keep going?" Eddie asks, fingers positioned to slip inside of him. Buck shivers and nodded softly. "Verbal answer, Buck." He prompts.

"Yes, Eddie. I want to keep going." Eddie nodded and slips one finger inside, licking his hand and wrapping it around Buck's length. Buck shudders, hips rolling gently to thrust himself into Eddie's palm. Eddue grins, moving his finger in time with his hand, pulling soft moans and whimpers out of Buck.

"Eddie.. fuck I'm close!" He whispers, but Eddie slides a second finger inside him and causes a bit of burn and stretch. "Ah.." He whimpers.

Eddie kisses his inner thigh and thrusts his fingers inside trying to get Buck stretched. He knows that he's a bit bigger, and he doesnt want to hurt Buck, so hes going gently and hes going to stretch him good.

Buck is loosing himself in the pleasure, his hips jerking up and cock gently twitching in Eddie's hand. "I'm close." He gasps.

"Aww your close?" Eddie asks, gently speeding up his hand and spending time to tease the head. Buck nodded, high moan getting cut off when Eddie grips the base of his cock and stops his orgasm.

Buck let's out a high whine, slamming his hands down on the bed and whimpering sweetly. It was so beautiful.. so hot too Eddie to deny Buck.

"Whyyyy?" Buck whines out, looking down at Eddie with huge puppy eyes. Eddie just chuckles and kisses his cock softly, adding a third finger. Buck shudders and Eddie started stroking his cock again, kissing his hip and to his side.

"Its called edging. I get you right to orgasm, then stop you. And it makes your release so much better." Eddie says softly, scissoring him firmly and making sure he was properly stretched.

Buck whines and covers his eyes, sighing softly and his breath hitches slightly. "Fuck I dont like that." He whines, Eddie's fingers hitting good places inside him. "Please don't edge me anymore..." He whimpers.

"I'll be taking good care of you and I'm going to make you feel so good. I can stop if you want to, but would you be willing to try one more time? " He asks softly. Buck nodded softly. "That's it." He says and started to finger fuck him roughly. He keeps building him up, getting him right to the edge, and he stops. Eddie's fingers go in rougher, hand squeezing and stroking roughly over his cock. Buck is almost speechless when Eddie is ready to fuck him.

"Your so sensitive. Twitching as if I'm still touching you. It's so cute." He coos, stroking his sides in soft slow motions that sent shivers through Buck. "Ready for me inside you?" He asks, voice gravely. Buck nodded.

"Verbal response."

"Yes. I'm ready." Eddie shifted Buck back a little bit and braces one knee on the bed and lines up with his hole. Buck shudders and Eddie thrusts in slowly, carefully. He feels Buck clench, body tensing up.

"Relax. I know it's hard, but you gotta relax. Itll make it easier." Eddie says, voice growling out. Buck shudders and melts into the bed a little. He takes Eddie's hand and puts it around his neck, rubbing his wrist. "Want me to hold your neck?"

"Yes please." He says softly. Eddie carefully slides in all the way, carefully and gently squeezing Bucks neck. Eddie shudders once he's fully inside him. He wants to start pounding away inside of him, because my God he's so deliciously tight and hot. But he can't yet. Eddie needs him fully adjusted before he starts fucking him.

"F-Fuck~!" He whispers. "Oh Buck.. baby your so tight." He says softly. Buck looks up, clearly pleasured, and he gently rolls his hips down. "Ready?" Buck nodded eagerly and Eddie grips his throat firmly and corrects his stance and started to fuck him.

Eddie can't help but watch Buck's face. His cheeks are red and his lips are parted. His beautiful blue eyes are so full of his pupil ots hard to see the color.

"Fuck, fuck, Eddie!" Buck whines. Eddie leans to kiss, bite, lick and nibble all over Bucks body. He latches his chest, neck and hips in hickey's that will last for days. Eddie hits his sweet spot over and over. "I'm close!" Buck warns.

"Fuck baby, me too." Eddie growls. He raises his hips to get in deeper and harder, and it sent Buck over the edge. He arches off the bed, cumming hard and twitching. He cries out shakily, letting out an intoxicating whine, and eyes rolling back hard.

Eddie keeps going, fucking him hard and pushing himself over the edge. He pulls out just in time, his cum mixing with Buck's as Buck still goes through his orgasm.

"Yes.. fuck yes.." He whispers, looking up at Eddie dazed. "That was really good.." Eddie chuckles and pulls him into a soft kiss.

"Thank you baby. Let me get you clean. Yiu need water?" He asks softly. Buck nodded softly, watching Eddie clean him with a few tissues. "Alright. I'll get you that and a granola bar." Eddie says, adjusting Buck to lay on the pillows at the head board.

"Thank you. I love you." Buck whispers shyly. Eddie pulls him into a warm and loving kiss.

"I love you too." He says softly. Buck grins and watches naked Eddie walk out and he relaxes.

He can't wait to learn new things with Eddie by his side.

Tagging: @cherishingstydia @chrrlees @diazbuckleysworld @diazsbuckley @transbuckley @translucent-bisexual @lilywoood @justsmilestuffhappens @buckleystrand @tkandbuck @haderofthesociety @black-forest-girl

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Captivating {Chapter 5}

Fem!Reader x Werewolf!Choi Seungcheol (SVT)

Warnings: vague mentions of alcohol/drugs

Tagged: @suhappysuho @captain-brie @seekerbabygirl @moon8894 @yippee-kay-yay @sehunnies-hunnie96 @lovinggalaxies @brokenbutchocolate @amixoferrthang @doyouknowkpopp @hhhhwww7 @9rachacha @sksk-x @haluim17 @jelly-fishy-babie @sakura-uji​

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“Hey.” Seungcheol greets you with a warm smile, gesturing happily towards the closet he’s already put the majority of your clothes in. You’re hit with slight embarrassment when you realise he probably put your underwear away too, but you brush it off when you remember he’s too much of a gentleman to be bothered by that (and he helped you pack it anyway). Joshua gives you a nod before heading out.

“Hi. Wow, I didn’t think you’d put it all away too.” you smile back at him, “Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, I want you to be as comfortable here as possible.”

“It sure seems that way.” You sit down on the bed and he follows your motion,

“I do have to say though, the boys and I tend to go out for drinks and meeting other friends every few nights, so I’m sorry if we wake you up or anything.” he says, “The boys can be very loud and chaotic, so it’s best if you stay in here so you don’t get caught up in the mess.”

You’re a little confused about his sudden statement, but it occurs to you that you should respect his lifestyle, they are of course kindly letting you stay in their home. “Okay, that’s fine with me.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and pecking your lips, “You’re so wonderful.”

Your cheeks tint pink as you kiss him back, “And so are you. Really, I don’t know how to thank you for this.”

“Hmm, maybe just more kisses? I feel like now we’re past that milestone I should be getting at least twenty a day.”

“Twenty a day?!” you laugh,

“Thirty it is.” he chuckles and you smack his chest,

“I don’t think your friends would appreciate that.”

“I don’t care.” he smiles, “If they had a girl like you they’d want it too.”

“Oh my god.” You hide your face in his shoulder, “Can we change the topic?”

“Fine.” he grins, gently stroking your hair, “What did you think of the guys?”

“They seem...interesting.”

“I know.” he looks down at you, “They’re honestly not half as bad as they seem once you get to know them.”

“They don’t seem bad. They just have a range of personalities.” You glance back up at him, “I was kind of expecting them to be more annoyed that a stranger is coming to live with them. I mean, I would be...”

Your eyes scan across the room.

“I feel like...this is all so fast. I met you - what - less than a week ago? And now we’re here.” you question your own sanity slightly, but having spent a night with Seungcheol (in a vulnerable state) you can’t help but trust him and that he has good intentions. For some reason you have a strange feeling he would never hurt you.

“I know it’s soon.” He gently clasps your hand in his, eyes flickering back to yours, “And I’ve never been in this position before. In fact, this whole dating thing is new for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, the last romance I had was with hair gel when I was twelve.” he chuckles, “I’ve been too busy to focus on a relationship.”

“Busy? With what?” you smile,

He hesitates for a second and you notice a millisecond of changed demeanour that you could’ve missed in a blink. “Just...things were always difficult growing up, I wasn’t the average kid, and that’s why I’m so glad to have found such great friends that have the same struggles. And, I hope one day you’ll accept me for who I am too.”

“Cheol.” You lean over, wrapping your arms around his big frame and suffocating him in a hug, “I’ll always accept you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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That night you find yourself accompanied by several other men while you and Seungcheol watch a soppy romantic comedy. You were also somehow convinced into getting them all popcorn (which of course they couldn’t pick a flavour for and you ended up making several different batches) and drinks (involving a variety of spillages from a large boy called Mingyu). And, even though you’d been hoping for a romantic night with Seungcheol, you found yourself almost enjoying the banter shared with the boys.

“Why do they kiss like that? There’s so much tongue!” Soonyoung, who has been talking over the entire film, complains, “Eugh, he’s literally consuming her face.”

“Shut up!” You toss the pillow next to you at the noisy man and he smiles cheekily back at you. 

“Don’t be mad because she’s getting more action than you are.” Chan teases, quickly finding himself being smothered with said pillow.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and as you unlock the screen your smile begins to fade.

Heyy ___ canaj yiu paick me ump?

21:52

You stare down at your phone for a moment, shocked at the text you just recieved from Minhyuk’s number. Is he drunk? Did someone drug him? What if he’s in danger? You’d spent the whole day trying to distract yourself from his disappearance but what if this whole time he’d been fine. Or what if he hadn’t?

With quite some force, you jump to your feet, dragging Seungcheol out of the living room by the arm. You show him the text, practically hyperventilating.

“Do I- do I call him?” You ask, panicked.

“___, breathe, okay, just- let me do it, I’ll find out where he is and then we’ll pick him up, okay?” Cheol has both hands steadying your waist and he gently takes the phone from you, pressing the call option. Stepping away from you momentarily, he breathes a sigh of relief when the call is answered. “Are you alright?”

You can vaguely hear Minhyuk’s drunken questioning through the phone.

“I’m her friend, Seungcheol, she’s with me, don’t worry.” He explains, “Tell me where you are...you’re lost? What’s around you?...Okay, I know where that is, I’ll see you soon, alright? Don’t move.”

He hangs up and gently hugs you.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know where he is. Go and get in the car and I’ll tell the boys we’re going out.” He presses a kiss to your head before disappearing back into the living room.

Moments later you’re met back at the four-by-four by Seungcheol...and Chan?

“I’m afraid he wants to come with us-”

“-I’ll be your bodyguard, Miss ___.” he jokes, taking the seat in the back,

“Right.” You laugh, quickly returning to your thoughts.

If Minhyuck was alright, where was he this entire time? And why would someone sneak into your apartment to leave a note if they were just going to set him free? What if you went to pick him up and the stalker was with him - gun to head? And if so, did they drug him out of his mind so he wouldn’t be afraid? 

Your thoughts were getting worse and worse, you didn’t quite understand why you were experiencing so much concern for someone who had so little for you, but your panic is clearly obvious as Cheol places a consoling hand on your thigh. “It’s alright, love, he’s going to be fine.”

Time seems to accelerate and you begin to find your surroundings familiar. Your eyebrows furrow as the car pulls in to the place you met Seungcheol - the launderette. And when you make out a familiar figure in front you practically leap out of the car (followed heel-to-heel by Chan) and grab the man in your arms.

He, himself, stumbles, clearly under the influence of something. “__-________, loooong time no seeeeee.”

“Are you okay?” You scan his body for any damage but he seems fine, and Seungcheol quickly grabs him, yanking him in the direction of his car. He wasn’t exactly expecting you to hug him like that, and even though he wanted the best outcome he wished you hadn’t been quite so happy to see your roommate.

“He’s fine.” Seungcheol nods, getting Hyuck in the back with Chan. “We can get Shua to run some drug tests when we get home, he doesn’t smell much like alcohol so I doubt he’s drunk.”

“R-right.” You nod, looking back at Minhyuck as you get in the car,

“It’s best to get out of here as quickly as possible, love.” Cheol adds,  “If something sketchy’s gone on we don’t want to be involved.”

You nod your head in response, quickly shutting the car door, completely unaware of the eyes still watching you.

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Truthful Pt.2

Description: reader is an investigative journalist, investigating Sam and dead’s FBI personas. She ends up getting caught in the supernatural world.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Jack, eventual Lucifer c reader, roweana

A/N: just msg me, comment, etc if you want to be tagged! This is the second part to the first ever fanfic I’ve every posted on here. (Use to write some on wattpad, and oh god)

Warning; some agsnt(I think?)

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Once the angles tied me into the fold up metal chair, they didn’t waste any time. They all three circled me. I finally got a better look at their features. The one who called me “Girly” seems to be the leader. He stands tall in the middle. He looks a little over average built. His jaw looks sharp enough to cut diamonds, while his eyes are a dull shade of green. His hair is a wavy brown mess. Strands are everywhere.

To his right is someone shorter than average height. This guy doesn’t seem to pose much if it’s just the height I’m looking at. He looks well built, a little more than the guy in the middle. His eyes are brown, matching his dark skin. His hair is worn short, down to his scalp.

To the middle’s right, is a red head. His red hair looks fine and curly. He too has green eyes, but his are much more bright. He’s fair skinned with very few freckles. His face is more squared and had a cleft chin.

“We saw you chatting to some...people that we are interested in” Middle Man says. He gives Butt Chin a look. Butt Chin pulls out a long silver blade, he walks behind you and holds it to your throat. You start to panic. You try to pull away with all you got but your tied down. Fear gribs at you with its nightly fists. You feel like you can barley think. “We need there location” He says coming closer.

“I barley know anything about them!” You say in a quick panicked voice. You feel Butt Chin cutting a small cut on your neck. The blood rolls down your neck.

“Lair!” Middle Man says.

“I’m telling the truth! I don’t even know who they are!” Yiu say. Your heart is thundering it yiur ears, much more so in your chest. Your heart might jump out of your chest any second and run away without you.

“Tell me where the Winchester’s are!” Middle Man screams. He lands a punch on your cheek. You need to get out of here before you end up on the next crime scene.

“I really don’t know what your talking about, all I know is they are FBI’s!” You breath out, the world is spinning. You feel like you can feel the earth rotating, when that’s entirely impossible. “They wouldn’t tell me anything when I interview them”

“What do you mean interview?” Middle Man spits in your face.

“I’m a investigative journalist! I was trying to investigate them but came up with nothing besides their names!” You watch as Middle Man looks to Shortie.

“I told you she would have nothing, now we’ll have to kill her” Shortie says stepping up. Middle Man stops him. He seems to be studying me. You swallow and look between the two. You try to figure out what ever scheme they are piecing together.

“We might be able to use her” Middle Man says. Oh how fun. The three walk some distance away and start to chatter to themselves. Giving you some time to plan a escape. You turn your head around as much is possible. Rope, you might be able to tear it. You start rubbing the rope against the wooden chair. You scan the room for possible exits as well.

You watch as a square patch of lights appears. Someone new enters. The door closes and a silhouette of a man walks in. The room stills at his presence, making you quiver slighter. “Did you get her?” You can barley see any if his features.

“Yes Lucifer, she doesn’t know anything” Middle Man says.

“Remember what happened last time?”

“Yes” Middle Man begins gasping for air. Your rope breaks and your heart stops. You can run, but your legs don’t want to move. You force yiur self up, pure instinct taking over. You run awhile Lucifer was killing the angels. You get to the door but it’s locks. You nearly jump when the door nob moves on the other side. You back away and watch as the door opens.

-Dean-

“This is the place? Your sure?” Dean looks over to Castiel in the back of the impala. Castiel gives a gruff nod. Sam points to a old warehouse. Dean pulls baby into the place and they slowly get out.

“Holy crap! That’s nick!” Sam says. He gets out but Castiel stops him after getting out.

“It’s not” he says coldly. Dean pulls out his gun and gets the angel cuffs ready. They slowly approach the old building. Sam jiggles the door but it feels like there’s a band already there. He tries again and opens the door. The girl form before is in front of them looking like she saw a ghost, or worse. “I’ll take her to the car”

“Not so fast boys” a cold voice quakes. The group turns to see Lucifer walking to them. Dean grabs the girl and pulls y/n behind him. “Looks like you’ll have another death on yiur hands, doesn’t it?” With a swipe of his hands, they are all pressing against the wall gasping for air.

“I liked my new pet...she seems so....innocent” Lucifer says. He wipes off the blood and ash from the previous kill of the angels. He meets the eye of dean and smirks. “Oooh, yiu have him in yiur head? Don’t you? Wow! Man, so stupid” he laughs. Dean growls.

“Now, what’s up with you Sammy boy?” Sam doesn’t respond. Dean looks in confusion as Rowena sneaks up to Lucifer, she musters some Latin words and the angel begins grunting in pain. The force disappears and the group falls to the group.

Dean races to Lucifer and puts the cuffs on. Just in time too, the spell stopped working. Dean looks up to roweana in relief. “Let’s take him to the bunker”

Tags; @fiveisadorable @hidden-treasures21

If I accidentally tagged anyone, let me know, same goes if anyone wants to be tagged. I’ll also have differnt tag lists:

All

Lucifer

Gabriel

Sam

Dean

Castiel

Supernatural

I might do other shows and fandoms as well.

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - June 23rd, 2017

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. Oh and I’m wicked behind in my reading!! So if I tagged your post #can’t wait to read and you don’t see here, I will still read - I’m just REALLY behind  - such a first world problem!

You Had Me at Hello by @tdgal1 - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak met at a Gala and had an instant attraction but Smoak Technologies and Queen Consolidated have to work together.  Can they make that sexual chemistry work and still work together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11075379

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life. Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday http://archiveofourown.org/works/7693105/chapters/17526601

Beyond the Spotlight multi-chapter by @arrow-through-my-writers-block - Bodyguard/Popstar AU. Felicity Smoak is music's hottest star. But when her fame and deeply hidden secrets breed threats to her life that cannot be ignored, she hires Oliver Queen. As her new head of security/pet bodyguard, their personalities clash. Can he protect her from the many unknown enemies from her past that hunt her, or will her intriguing complexities and his own developing feelings be a detriment to them both? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11067006/chapters/24679221

A Lost Bet and A Midlife Crisis by @herskirtsarentthatshort - Oliver loses a bet and has to face the consequences. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11220387

While You Were Sleeping multi-chapter by @lou-lou26 - Felicity Smoak, an IT expert at Queen Consolidated, has a little bit of a crush on her boss, Tommy Merlyn. The problem? He doesn't know she exists. After she saves his life, Felicity is mistaken for his fiancee as he lies in a coma. Suddenly thrown into the welcoming arms of the man's family - The Queens, Felicity soon finds herself falling in love with his brother, Oliver. But when Tommy awakens, Felicity also finds herself in the worst predicament of her life. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3286841/chapters/7172570

Girl of My Dreams multi-chapter by @tdgal1 and @c0bra5nak3 - Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, meets IT specialist Felicity Smoak.   Playboy turns boyfriend as he dates and falls in love with this amazing woman.  But everything is not perfect and the couple will find that they must face some obstacles together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11066208/chapters/24677133

Signed Up for Love multi-chapter by @arrowgirl20 - After past traumatic relationships, both Oliver and Felicity are reluctant to date again. But after Oliver's sister and Felicity's best friend push them to sign up on an online dating site, they find that maybe they can both move on from their pasts and give love another shot. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11133207/chapters/24844758

There Was Always Something There multi-chapter by mindrambings - After having enough of Felicity's behavior, Malcolm sends his daughter to a London boarding school for some much needed structure. Years later, she finally returns home to Starling. She finds that some things are the same while some have changed. As she reacquaints herself with her hometown, one relationship stands out in particular: Oliver Queen. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11060544/chapters/24662730?view_adult=true

Never Truly Over by @cruzrogue - Adrian Chase has Tommy’s body revived by the Lazarus pit. Tommy is then brain washed and his blood lust for vengeance against criminals also conditioned that Felicity Smoak is the love of his life and that Oliver Queen is the enemy. Always ten steps ahead even dead is his final play against the Green Arrow. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11189592

It Could Have Turned Out Differently, I Suppose (But It Didn't) by @wherethereissmoak -  Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt "at odds." (and yes the title to this fic came from Jane Austen). Team Arrow and Flash are whammied by a meta-human that gives visions of how happy their lives, and the lives of their friends and families would be if only they had made different choices. He may have met his match when he  encounters one Felicity Meghan Smoak. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11226783

Please Don't Leave Me by @felicityollies - Oliver can’t bear to see Felicity sell her soul to Helix, so he tries to stop her. (set in 5x19) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11034534/chapters/25087074

See Beneath multi-chapter by @someonesaidcake - Fantastic, hot story of Olicity meeting on a cruise but of course it's not all smooth sailing http://archiveofourown.org/works/8053801/chapters/21054992

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity's bodyguard http://archiveofourown.org/works/9243455/chapters/20960405

To Make You Feel My Love multi-chapter by @smkkbert - One year after the Gambit went down, the incredible happens: Oliver is found alive and brought back to Starling City. All he wants is getting back to Felicity and Madeleine. Though Felicity welcomes him back with her arms wide open, Oliver struggles to find his place in the family. It seems like his place – at least in Mae’s heart – is already taken. And it doesn’t help that it’s his best friend Tommy who seems to have taken it. A MUST READ. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10904208/chapters/24242493

Happy Not-Quite-Father's Day by @overwatchandarrow - Oliver and William's first Father's Day together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11236113

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9229205/chapters/20931281

Eye Contact by @some1foundme - Student/Teacher AU. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11036964/chapters/24861222

Till Your Last Breath multi-chapter by @walker-oliciter - The countdown plastered to one's skin showed how much time the other's soulmate had left to live. For Felicity Smoak, that meant she had 3 months to find and warn her soulmate before he would die. When she met him though, she got more than what she signed herself up for. Especially when his secret identity was revealed to her... Soulmate, Bratva AU mixed with Olicity Fic-A-Thon Prompts. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11171919/chapters/24938952

One Last Time by @wetsuiton -  Prompt: Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11084547/chapters/24957036

Suspenders and Stripping to Power Ballads by @imusuallyobsessed - After the mayoral event, Oliver and Felicity finish what they started in the closet. And Oliver fulfills his promise to make her forget about Channing Tatum. Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 3 prompt: taste. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11181036

We Are Home Now by @madhaj - This is my take of Oliver and Felicity dealing with the aftermath of Season 5 Finale. Everything until the finale happened. I make the assumption that William's mother died in Lian Yiu. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11183232/chapters/24967518

Taste by @some1foundme - Prompt #3 - Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11036964/chapters/24960354

When I'm With You - Withdrawal Symptoms multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - Arrow AU - After finally becoming a couple, the worst possible thing you can imagine happens to Felicity Merlyn. Her other half is gone and she has to find a way to live without him. Or does she? This is Felicity's journey to finding herself after Oliver is gone and the decisions she has to make in her quest to find him. (part 2 of the 'When I'm With You'-series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/3205622/chapters/6972173

Last Night || Felicity Smoak by @themanbeneaththehood - Oliver's thoughts on Felicity http://themanbeneaththehood.tumblr.com/post/162011557647/last-night-felicity

Strangers in the Night: Through the Glass by @supersillyanddorky06 - AU. Strangers who meet young. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4493247/chapters/25141176

Secrets Don't Make Friends multi-chapter by @felicityollies - Felicity stumbles upon the lair after getting drunk at Verdant. She meets the Hood, but it doesn’t go as she expects. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10938729

The Taste of Tears by @dreamsofolicity - Oliver comes to Felicity a few days after the Undertaking. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11191491/chapters/24989814

Tastes Like Pure Joy multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity almost has her school paid off - and her last night as a live-donor at a vampire restaurant will settle her debt. But her encounter with client Oliver Queen was anything but the quick and easy feed either of them was expecting. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11163723

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better - you should be reading this! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9107518/chapters/22278866

Forever at Odds by @laurabelle2930 - Oliver a vampire joined into an arranged marriage with Felicity. The result of their union and the reason behind it means that to save her life he might have to break the very rules of his survival. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11251638

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/22542341

The Donor multi-chapter by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity Smoak has always dreamed of being a mother and she isn't going to let a little thing like men stop her from making that dream come true. Having a baby by herself might just be biting off a little more than she can chew, but one way or the other it's about to change her whole life. LOVE THIS SO MUCH! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11099361

Home (post-5x23 fic) by @dust2dust34 - Felicity goes somewhere else when the bombs go off. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8226541/chapters/25160109

Clavado En Un Bar by truefandoms - You're too young to hate the world." http://archiveofourown.org/works/11254875

(A Taste of) a Different Side of You by @bokayjunkie - Felicity walks in to find Oliver doing something she would have never expected; cooking. Takes place in my lets get together (have our teams combined) world. This can be read as a stand alone story with only small references to the previous ones, but where's the fun in that. Olicity hiatus ficathon, this week's prompt: taste. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11187705

Aafreen (Alluring) by @crazycrystal10 -  Police detective Felicity Smoak tries to make her husband, billionaire Oliver Queen understand the need for security. AU. Week's prompt : Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11191461

Summer Vacation: The Grand Tour by @dmichellewrites - Prompt 3 (again): Taste. Felicity returns the favor in her office. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11074743/chapters/24995298

Home multi-chapter by @adiwriting - Oliver and Felicity have been best friends since 1st grade. So when Oliver is found by some fishermen after he being lost at sea for 5 years, she’s ecstatic. The only problem is, the Oliver she lost, may not be the Oliver they found. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11259471/chapters/25174200

Blessings in Disguise by @gypsyfire1066 - Tumblr prompt- Taste http://archiveofourown.org/works/11194398

Never Enough by @olicitydaydream - Felicity was aware that she was being petty and childish but she was sick and tired of being constantly outdone by Oliver Queen http://archiveofourown.org/works/11194695

Sometimes, Love Isn't Enough multi-chapter by @arrowfan437 - A mark. In this world, it defines you. And who you are with your partner. Felicity's been searching all around for the one that'll bring meaning to her mark. And she found him. But after being around him for so long, she wonders why she was given the mark at all. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10789404/chapters/23932119

News-Report: Flames by @cruzrogue - Two huge fires not so far from Star City. Oliver unable to help physically it hits him hard. Felicity tries her best to calm him though she too is so devastated at the loss. Oliver writing in his journal. http://cruzrogue.tumblr.com/post/162093820879/news-report-flames

There's Nobody Here (Just Us Together): Happiness in 20 words or lessby @pennedbyv - Olicity prompt - http://archiveofourown.org/works/11197137/chapters/25004514

Eye Contact by @pennedbyv - Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt eye contact http://archiveofourown.org/works/10996266/chapters/25004745

Sour Taste by @madhaj - Oliver, after a hard fight, feels a bad taste invade his mouth http://archiveofourown.org/works/11085039/chapters/24992694

Most Secrets Come with a Price: Taste by @diggo26 - Prompt taste -http://archiveofourown.org/works/11055969/chapters/25014141

Nothing Feels Like You: All I Want by @releaseurinhibitions - Set after 2x23 (including the alternative scene in the Queen Manor). Written for the olicity hiatus fic-a-thon | prompt: taste. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11018673/chapters/25017690

Bonds That Can't Be Broken multi-chapter by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity goes off her meds to enjoy one heat with a random stranger after her graduation before settling down to focus on her career. On the drunken night out in Vegas, she finds an Alpha and they have what she hopes is a one night stand. But the next morning, she wakes up with a bondmate bite and realizes she cannot remember many details of the night before. Oliver Queen knows that he bonded with a beautiful woman, but he has no idea who she was. The two try (and often fail) to move on with their life without hope of ever finding their mate, but does fate have other plans for them? And when they reunite, can they overcome all the forces of evil in their path to finally be together? http://archiveofourown.org/works/11067591/chapters/24680781

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

Killer Frost Smoak multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity is with Barry during the particle accelerator and becomes Killer Frost.  How does she handle this and does she tell Oliver? http://archiveofourown.org/works/8654356/chapters/19846777

Return to Me multi-chapter by @diggo26 - What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536999/chapters/23265480

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