#Thursday is for thirst asks as we all know

[tswwwit]

Here me out, bill is extra busy, but working from home, so dipper gets to be near him but gets zero attention whatsoever. Its a repeat of that other smut fic where he tries all these things to get bill’s attention but this time it actually works. And how does he do it? Drum roll please. Opposite Glory hole. He gets ‘stuck’ but he isnt really obviously, bill cant get him out and is so focused on this predicament (cuz his husband is in trouble how is he gonna ignore this??? But also why is he naked) that he doesn’t turn back to his work.. whatever whatever actual writer’s skill, then boom, smut. Bill’s work : 0 Dipper : 2

[cheriladycl01]

Qatar Heat - Grid x Driver! Reader

Plot: Everyone has a hard time at the Qatar GP, most needed medical attention once the race finished, some drivers retired and some continued even though they threw up in their helmets. What happens when the female of the grid, who already struggles with body temperature regulation finishes the race?

It was Thursday, which was media day in Qatar which meant that right now you were walking round the paddock in shorts and your Aston Martin Team top.

"Lance, hey are you okay?" You ask your team-mate. You'd known him since last year as the reserve driver for Aston Martin, Seb wanted you to take his place after retirement.

"Yeah, its just so hot. And Henry's still making me do training" he complains.

"I know but think we got the ice bath's later!" you grin excited to have the ice bath. After a hot day of training it was like a reward. So you did your ball exercises and you did a track run for the media team. Afterwards you were about to lay down on the track ground but it was blistering when you put your hand to it.

"Tires are gonna get shredded" you complain a little out of breath to Jessie your personal trainer.

"Can we go get water and smoothies now?" You ask and Sid one of the media guys who had followed you around today nods. You guys get out of the sun before running into the garage and collecting as many people's orders from the garage as you can.

You bring everyone back what they wanted on a tray. Sid filmed you the whole time, so he could upload it to the Tik-Tok saying that the new Aston Martin waitress is pretty cool. And another one joking that you can always fall back on waitressing if F1 falls through which you found hilarious.

"Okay, Lance Y/N. Ice bath time!" Mike Krack informs you both. You go into your driver room changing into your bikini that'd you'd brought with you. You pull the Aston Martin polo back over, feeling as though it would be odd to walk out the back of the motorhome in a bikini.

You see the cameras on you and immediately smile. You go up very close to the camera.

"Hi guys, i felt awkward coming out in just my bikini so Aston Martin Representation!" you whisper before stepping back and poking your thumbs at your top to show them what you were talking about, as if it wasn't obvious.

Looking to your left, Lando, Oscar, Alex and Logan were also all doing icebaths out the back of the motorhome too.

"Looking good boys" you shout after wolf whistling in their direction, they all laugh having finished their icebaths coming over to you and Lance.

"Come on" Alex gestures you towards the ice bath. You roll your eyes pulling the top over your head and passing it to Alex, he steps back looking at the other three boys who are shamelessly staring at you.

You were the current youngest on the grid. 21 years old, so Oscar, Logan and Lando all took a liking to you, not only because of the age similarities but because of your sense of humor.

"Ready Lance, you ask your team-mate whose shirt was just pulled off and handed to Mike who was helping the social media team.

"Lets make this interesting. First to fully submerge wins"

"That's not exactly fair your from Canada...okay your on" you shout and before anyone can blink your jumping into the ice bath. Your up to your thighs before you watch as Lance starts to sink down. Not even thinking about the cold you just force your whole body down. You can feel the cold all around your hair as it floats up and you can feel the cold water on your eyelids.

You come back up with a gasped breath before looking over at all of them.

"Who won, it was me right?" you say with your eyes blown wide as Lance emerges.

"Yes, but your fucking crazy" Lando laughs looking at the smile that comes across your face.

"Hahaha Suck that Stroll! I win" you say looking over at him.

"Ohhh you know what we should do" you say looking over at the camera that was still pointed at you.

"We should do a thirst trap of me, so people can edit me on TikTok!" you exclaim and Oscar chokes, while Logan and Land laugh as your started to lean back in the bath, running your hands through you hair.

"Y/N how many times have we talked about this" Your PR manager exclaims trying to stop the admins from filming.

"Oh come on its what they want!" You exclaim.

After that night, you went out for food, a healthy meal of course that Lance payed for as the looser of the bet.

Friday First Practice was good, you'd come in 4th just behind the two Ferrari's and Max.

Qualifying was just as good, you were starting in 4th next to Lewis, with George and Max ahead of you for Sunday's race and that was locked in. It was exhausting, you were boiling but you pushed. Lance was angry with the car performance and got angry at Henry, you were shocked to see and hear what happened when you were still driving and scolded Lance, before nearly fainting from being dizzy.

Again, you did the ice bath dinner and slept.

Now to focus on Saturdays sprint. You did well in the first two sprint shoot outs. But ended up retiring the car in Q3, starting in 9th position.

You were so faint for the whole race. Today, it was hotter than all the other days. Your fireproof felt more clingy to your skin than usual and the water in the car was heating up quicker than it normally did.

At one point during the sprint race the water was so disgusting to drink you actually spat it out in your helmet on reflex.

You finished in 8th gaining 1 point for the team who congratulated you. You stayed in the car as you pulled into the garage for a minute before you stripped of in the garage down to tank top and your underwear. You sat on the cold garage floor, head in your hands as you panted, looking for breath.

A team member brought an orange juice up to you, tapping you on the shoulder to which you shake there hand and thank them for the gesture.

You sip it slowly, not wanting to gag like you had before.

"How you doing sweetheart" Mike comes up to you, everyone in the garage had reported to him, how red and beat up you look coming out the car. You look at him and nod.

"It's always been harder for me" you laugh looking up at him wiping the sweat from your forehead before it falls down into your eye.

"What do you mean?" he asks crouching down so he's at a similar level to you.

"I mean, you've probably never checked my medical papers right. And women struggle with heat more than men anyway but my body doesn't regulate its temperate that well... so I've always struggled with being hot in the car but this is next level" you sigh to him.

"Are you going to be okay to race. We can get Drugovich to fill" Mike says concern filling his face as he can tell your struggling from the speech pattern and labored breathing.

"No i promise I'll be okay and I'll bring us home points" you smile.

I'm going to go congratulate Oscar on his Sprint win. You smile before holding you hand out for help. He helps you up and you trot over to Mclaren pulling the taller male into a hug the minute you see him.

"You did amazingly Ozzie" you grin, still holding onto him.

"Hey! I did well as well" Lando interrupts and you roll you eyes before turning to look at the man baby behind you.

"Yes yes, well done on P3 Lando Norris" you grin pulling him towards you and hugging him. He hugs you back before lifting you and squeezing you making you groan at the harshly shown affection that you were used too.

"How you feeling about tomorrow starting P4?"

"I'm hoping for a podium with my boys" you grin, pulling them both in, one arm round each of them.

"With us starting P6 and P10. I doubt that" Oscar groans, knowing he stuffed up Qualifying the other day, along with his team mate.

"Never say never. Tomorrow's going to be a hard race for everyone"

Sunday was the day that everyone struggled as you'd said.

Max actually ended up crashing out, and after coming back on the track, the car didn't have the pace it had from the start of the weekend.

"Come on Y/N, win in rookie season will look amazing. Keep holding. You've got Oscar behind 2.3 seconds gaining and Lando behind him. 3 laps left" you engineer inform.

"Guys the heat's really getting to me" you voice but its barley recognizable through the radio.

"Not long left, just push until the end" the engineer says but his voice waivers, he could tell you were struggling but unlike Logan who retired early on, lap 40 and with only three laps left there was no point especially when you were this close to a win.

"I - I know" you waiver, you control the car, speeding up trying to get this done as quickly as possible.

Martin Bundle - AND IN HER ROOKIE SEASON Y/N Y/L/N IS THE WINNER OF THE 2023 QATAR GRAND PRIX

"Guy's I need to get out this car now" you cry, tears forming in your eyes.

"Okay copy that"

"I cant move" you cry, the only thing that was able to move from your body was your hands which were shaking.

"We're sending pit crew to help" your engineer says. You see race marhsalls come up to your car, where Oscar and Land pull up alongside you. They both jump out hugging their team who were stood their waiting for them both. They turn to congratulate you thinking you'd be there next to them with the Aston Martin team but see you still sat in the car.

"Oh my god, she's shaking" Oscar says looking closer at you.

"She's in shock, from the heat" Lando says running over Oscar behind him.

"Y/N hey hey hey. Its okay its okay" Lando says flicking up your visor so he could see you. He honestly could have cried at the sight. He saw you looking so exhausted and out of it, the tears in you eyes and the sweat underneath them mixed.

"Come on baby lets get you out" Oscar voices, pulling Lando back by the shoulder and leaning down into the car, putting his arms under your knees and the other behind your back before lifting and pulling you out the car.

"Can we get a cold towel over here" Lando shouts which makes your head dizzy. Oscar sits you on the car wheel, pulling your helmet off, and then your balaclava. You were extremely red in the face but he still thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

So did Lando, he had for a while, and he would always flirt with you when you were the reserve Aston Martin driver. But he cared for you, and seeing you like this pulled at his heart strings.

"You did so well today darling" he compliments. He pulls back your hair that was sticking to your face, doing it in a low bun so it wasn't tight but was out of your face and off your neck.

Lando unzips your race suit, pulling it down off your shoulders so your in your fireproof top before laying the cooling towel around you neck.

"Just breath" he smiles at you handing you and Oscar an icy bottle of water than was handed to him by his team. They got you to the cool down room where you sat on the floor with your back against the wall and your cheek resting on the cold marble.

"Great race guys. Said I'd have a podium with my... my boys" you smile, before you feel the urge to throw up. You get on your knees grabbing the bin before spilling the food you'd eaten before the race into the bin. Oscar sits next to you rubbing your back.

"Come on lets go get weighed" Lando sighs. Oscar goes first, the you and Lando watches the figure seeing you'd lost a whole 6 kilograms which meant that you'd lost 9 over the whole weekend. He, Oscar and Logan would all have to go out for a big meal to all put the weight back on.

The podium was amazing, first place and sharing a podium with Lando and Oscar had never felt better. It was a shorter podium as they wanted all of you to seek medical attention. You were eventually declared to have heatstroke and were forced on home rest in a nice a/c-ed room and lost of Peach Ice Tea's.

One thing for sure was you never wanted to race in Qatar as this time of the year again.

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[leewonkyeom]

 light a flame | jeon wonwoo | masterlist

☆ synopsis

when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice... but are you able to convince yourself?

☆ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

☆ genre:  smau, university au, coffee shop au

☆ warnings: swearing, drinking, implied 18+ content

☆ status: ongoing, updates every thursday and sunday

☆ started: 07.09.23

☆ ended: 21.03.24

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profiles: 1 | 2

chapters:

001: stop thirsting on main

002: i’m not a fucking rat

003: please yn it was for the vine

004: not asking for a friend, i’m asking for me

005: you’re forced to come even if minghao drops of the face of the earth

006: HE’S TALL AND HE GOT A NICE ANGLE SHUT UP

007: you can’t recognize drip even if it’s staring right in your face

008: are you trying to limit my artistic expression?

009: step aside! if anyone’s playing wingman it’s me

010: like slaying monsters?

011: “me as a baby”

012: you obviously know the worth of cancelling

013: is that seungcheol photoshopped as aang from avatar?

014: playing league of legends does not qualify as “having a life”

015: he made me stand outside the coffee shop with a “free hugs” sign

016: good luck, daredevil

017: well, i honestly think you’re both in the wrong

018: then i say spider-man is within the realms of possibility

019: i just wanted the public opinion

020: digital footprint

021: i have faith in the tiger

022: last selfie before we die and i didn’t even look good

023: vernon’s sock drawer isn’t a good hiding place

024: i’m thinking of hanging it in our shared bathroom so seungkwan can be reminded of his good deed

025: oh don’t bring judy into this!

026: staging a storm just so someone can experience the forced proximity trope

027: entering private property in 3... 2... 1

028: i’m not helping a traitor

029: all of my midnight entertainment... gone in seconds

030: yes i will be sharing... / the juices?!

031: uh oh / the ominous period

032: i will go just to prove i’m right

033: oh my god... that woman

034: it means you’re annoying /next

035: i know i’m giving zero context here, but bear with me

036: that guy only has feelings for his right arm

037: how can i dump someone i never even dated?

038: joshua says you can come if you take 10 penalty shots and do a strip tease

039: i can never look any of them in the eyes again... well, except johnny

040: ohh so he’s your super smart study buddy?

041: i didn’t know we had chan’s biggest fan right here

042:i didn’t know you were sending all that, chan. sorry.

043: just a peck

044: as real as spider-man

045: so arguably, it wasn’t even my fault

046: shut up and make out with wonwoo instead

047: special deal only for my boyfriend

048: i’m literally throwing rocks at your window as we speak

049: i’m just training you to be wonwoo’s little pet

050: i’m not having a dog ruin the ambiance

051: epilogue

bonus chapter

[smile-files]

object show dashboard simulator

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i swear to cart if one more object tries to use me to buy their groceries i will explode

✂️ i-beat-paper Follow

um well maybe if you stop hanging out in the grocery store 24/7 folks won't use you like you're a regular shopping cart???

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dude i work at the grocery store. go outside and cut some grass

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🧩 fuzzypuzzle Follow

this week was soooo fun!!!

sunday: sat in a field

monday: sat in a field

tuesday: smiled at a bug

wednesday: sat in a field

thursday: sat in a field

friday: died :P

saturday: sat in a field

i hope all of you had a good week too <33

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OMY same!!!! but i smiled at 2 bugs, not 1.

soooo happy to see you happy, puzzle piece!!!!!! :D

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hey sorry is this a mutuals only thing? or can i also talk about my week

🧩 fuzzypuzzle Follow

oh no worries, go ahead!!! :)

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i killed 17 people

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lol you bfdi lovers WISH you had my url

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UGH

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���️ fragile-snowflake Follow

what the flake is wrong with you people making thirst posts about fan. you know he's on here right?? he can see that

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who said i don't want him to see it? ;)

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i will eat you

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🧍‍♂️theguy9348 Follow

Hey guys, I hope you're ready for my face reveal...

What do you think? I hope I don't look too ugly...

⚙️ machines-in-love Follow

EWWWW what's this thing doing on the object website???? for cog's sake, sending this guy to the TLC right now

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haha op isn't it so funny that i'm a sentient version of your bones

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friends, remember that it's always okay to ask for a hug when you need one. you are valid and you are seen <3

🪥 toothteller Follow

okay maybe for me but if anyone gave you a hug they'd die. you're literally a biohazard

☢️ rad-positivity Follow

there's always recovery centers :) i'm just prioritizing my mental health <3

🪥 toothteller Follow

what is wrong with you? can we make out?

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🪭 inanimateinsanityfan Follow

now i know what it feels like to have... obsessive fans...

for totally unrelated reasons i won't be active on this blog for an unspecified amount of time :D

🌡fantubeshipper4life Follow

omga i bet it's cuz he's getting married!!!!!

🪭 inanimateinsanityfan Follow

kill yourself

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🧲 pozitive Follow

is it just me, or am i always drawn to pessimists?

[other positive charges DNI. i will block you]

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tee hee :)

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:) ?

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oh my goodness

[mybiasisexo]

holdddddsupppp you got a drabble game open HOW DID I MISS THIS. if you’re still accepting may i kindly request 33 & 36 with chanyeol please and thank you!

Fantasy 🎀

Genre: smut | nonidol!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 1.8k Warnings: language | phone sex | explicit sexual scenes

a/n: this is lowkey nassssty 👅 but why do i find it wholesome??? lol. anywhooo writing stuff like this is not good for my thirst yall see what i do for you???? lmao

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

“Who shall I be for you tonight, Mr. Park?” You ask into the phone. You lean back into the pile of pink pillows on your king-sized bed.

“I want to switch it up tonight, if you don’t mind.” The sexily deep voice on the other end of the line had your stomach doing backflips. It’s easy to do your job whenever you have to deal with this client, especially with a voice like that.

“I never mind when it comes to you, Mr. Park.”

The sound of his sensual laugh makes you bite your lip. “You’ll need to bear with me. It’s not my normal request.” “I’m all ears.”

Mr. Park is your most loyal customer. He calls every Thursday night. You don’t know much about him. You don’t know what he looks like or what he does for work, but you know he’s a busy man–too busy for a physical lover. That’s where you come in. You fill that empty role for him, allowing him to seek the intimacy he lacks in his real life. Unlike most of your customers, who only call for a quick nut, Mr. Park is into roleplay. You never know what scenario he’ll create for you to bring to life and you find it exciting. You find the mysterious man very exciting. It helps that he pays handsomely for your service. 

He’s somber when he speaks again. “I’m currently away on a business trip, and as I take in this stunning view out the window of my hotel I can’t help but feel….” he pauses as he searches for the right words. “Lonely.”

You remain quiet. He’s setting the scene, but you can’t help but think he’s being vulnerable with you.

“I’d like for you to help with that. Can you make me forget my loneliness? Just for tonight? Could we pretend that we’re in love?”

You gasp at his request. You’re sure it goes against sex work code to blur the lines like this, but on the other hand, it’s your job to cater to his whims. If his sexual desire is to be romantic, to be loved, then that’s what you’ll provide. Honestly, you could use a bit of intimacy as well.

Curling onto your side, you cup your phone against your ear. “How’s the view?”

You must have startled him, because it takes him a second to answer. You hear the shuffling of sheets as he also adjusts in his bed and hear a smile through the line. “It’s gorgeous. The sun is setting now, and the ocean is sparkling…. You’d love it.”

“Send me a picture.”

You imagine him shaking his head. “I did take a few. Doesn’t do it justice though.” He sighs wistfully. “I wish you were here to see it for yourself.”

You smile softly. “I wish I was there too.” It’s your turn to sigh. “I just wish I was with you.”

He lets out a husky chuckle. “Does my baby miss me that much?”

Your heart lurches at the pet name. It takes you aback and you can hear him laugh at your shocked silence.

“More than you know,” you choke out. “When will you be back?”

“Soon, Baby.”

“You’re supposed to say that you’re getting on a plane right now because you can’t bear another second without me.”

He barks a laugh, it’s loud and genuine, causing you to giggle from its sincerity. “I’ll get right on that then.”

“And what are you going to do when you return?” You ask, pushing the conversation in the direction you get paid for it to go.

“First thing I’m going to do is take you out on a very expensive date.”

“Ooh,” you purr. “Ilike where this is going.”

“I thought you would. After that, we’ll go back home and take a hot shower. Clean the day off.”

“Okay,” you encourage.

He hesitates for dramatic effect. “And then I'm going to make love to you.”

“You will, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget I ever left to begin with.”

“That’s quite the plan you got there,” you say. It’s meant to be teasing, but you’re too breathless. It’s a dead giveaway to your growing desire.

“Aw,” he coos. “Got you a little worked up?”

“A little,” you admit.

“Let me help with that.” His voice drops a few octaves, vibrating against your ear. You can’t help but moan at the sound, having grown a bit obsessed with his voice. It’s the only physical bit of information you have of his real identity, and it drives you crazy.

“Please,” you beg.

He then proceeds to direct you to touch yourself. He always makes you build your pleasure, makes you tease yourself until you’re begging him to let you finger your throbbing, soaking core. He teases himself as well. It’s not until he hears your wonton moaning and the squelching of your wetness that he even bothers releasing himself from the painful confines of his pants. The sound of him unbuckling his pants is another thing about him that drives you crazy, and he’s fully aware of it.

You aren’t sure how much time passes as you both chase your highs. The only things that can be heard are heavy breathing, moans, and encouraging words.

“Let me see you,” he suddenly asks. “Please. I have to see your face when you cum.”

That has you freezing. Your anonymity is a part of the fantasy. You can be anything Mr. Park wants when he has no image to compare you to. It works both ways. It’s a form of confidentiality, of protection for you. That being said, you’ve always been curious about what Mr. Park looks like.

Blame it on the lustful haze, but you succumb to his request. “O–okay.”

Your phone instantly vibrates, the screen revealing a facetime request. Your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you can feel it in your ears. With a shaky hand, you answer the call and close your eyes, terrified of his initial reaction of finally seeing you.

It’s silent for an unbearably long time. Just as you’re about to hang up, he lets out a whistle. “You’re more beautiful than anything I could’ve conjured.”

Shocked, your eyes spring open. And then your jaw drops at what greets you.

Mr. Park is dangerously handsome. Not to stereotype, but you always feel only unattractive incels pay for phone sex. But with a voice like that, you knew Mr. Park couldn’t possibly be ugly. You’ve wondered numerous times what was wrong with him to have him resort to phone sex, but then remember it’s his job. 

The first thing to captivate you is his large dark eyes that currently are hooded over with desire. His olive skin is tinted pink and gleaming with sweat. His dark silky hair is pushed back, revealing the lovely shape of his face as well as endearingly large ears. He has a strong nose that your lust-filled mind wants to immediately ride, as well as full devastating lips you crave to taste and feel all over your body.

“So are you,” you let out without thought, too engrossed in his image.

He chuckles, and the sound has your empty core aching. “Well, thank you. I’m glad you find me attractive.”

“I always knew you would be.”

He hums and leans back against the headboard, staring.

“What?” You whisper, feeling self-conscious.

“Nothing.” He grins and it’s so boyish and playful, you fight back a shiver. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“I–er, sorry.” You slide down your bed so that you’re lying flat on the mattress, instead of propped up on the pillows, and hold your phone high over yourself. This allows him to see your body cladded in sexy lingerie. You pan the phone lower, to where your other hand has disappeared into your panties. Mr. Park doesn’t even blink as he watches the show, taking everything in as he starts to slowly pump himself.

“Can’t believe you were hiding all this from me,” he grunts. “Don’t get me wrong, your voice definitely does the job, but fuck, Baby. You’re perfection.”

His words have you blushing. “I wish you were here to touch me.” You lift the phone up so that your face is back in the frame. “To taste me. I want to show you just how perfect I can be.”

He groans and it sounds so devastated you can’t help but giggle.

The two of you start back where you left off. It’s intensely intimate with the way you both lose yourselves in each other’s eyes. You’ve never done this before and can’t deny the little thrill you feel at being able to see the man on the other side. Trust Mr. Park to keep things adventurous.

You come first. With a sharp gasp, you start convulsing, nearly dropping the phone with how powerful your orgasm is.

“That’s right,” Mr. Park praises. “Come on those fingers for me. So damn beautiful.”

He’s right behind you. A growl is ripped from his throat as he’s hit with his own release. His hips buck as he paints his exposed abdomen.

You’re both panting heavily in the aftermath. With some effort, you rearrange your pillows so that you can lean your phone against them instead of holding it. Laying on your side, you watch as Mr. Park dips his finger into his mess, lifting it up to watch it stretch out.

“Lemme taste,” you say, opening your mouth like you’re accepting food.

He laughs that sincere loud laugh from earlier and shakes his head, dropping his hand lifelessly at his side. “Freak.”

“That’s what you pay me for,” you say with a wink.

He shakes his head again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Get off to my face?”

“Yeah,” he nearly moans. “There’s a reason why I keep coming back, you know?”

You purse your lips. “I thought it was my way with words?”

“That too. But, I just… I’ve always felt drawn to you.”

You smile and he tilts his head, the action feels affectionate.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely. “I really needed that today.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you say as seductively as you can post-nut. Growing just as serious you admit, “I needed it too.”

His expression softens with understanding .

“Our time is up,” you tell him, trying to brush off this new affection growing between you both. “Good night, Mr. Park.”

“It’s Chanyeol,” he says right as you’re about to end the call.

“I’m sorry?”

“My name.” he clears his throat nervously. “It’s Chanyeol.”

You blink at the revelation. The name suits him, you decide. It’s better than anything you could’ve guessed it to be. Feeling you have to return the favor, and leave him with a thankful parting gift, you reveal your real name as well.

His smile is blinding as he repeats it. “Gorgeous. Just like you.”

“Always laying it on thick, Chanyeol.”

He smirks. “I just wanted to hear you say my name.” You narrow your eyes at him and he’s laughing again. “See you next week.”

You hang up, stomach fluttering from what you just did. You know it’s wrong, but you’re way too eager for your next appointment with Chanyeol.

[rereisstuff]

TROUBLEMAKER !

summary: the kbs song festival was here and you and Jaehyun were required to do a collab, who knew that handsome man was so shy.

pairing: idol!reader x idol!jaehyun

“Jaehyun you need to control your ears, they’re so red!” Bada yelled as soon as he placed his hand in your hip and you leaned back to grab the back of his neck while pressing your back to his chest.

with a faint smile you continued with the rehearsal, while now all Jaehyun was red.

as you both are the visuals were required to do a collab stage to bring some emotion to the awards, just as SNSD’s Yoona and 2PM’s Junho do almost every year for MBC.

the song picked for you were Troublemaker, a super sexy and touchy song for total strangers.

now you were in SM’s dancing room with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen and a funny dance teacher.

“okay, i can’t with you Jaehyun” Bada exhaled as soon as the rehearsal was over and you were sharing breath with Jaehyun because of the final pose; again with a super red Jaehyun that tried to avoid your gaze.

“let’s have a 10 minute break, i’m going to get coffee i’ll bring you some”

as soon as Bada went out the room Jaehyun almost drop you to the floor causing you to laugh “i’m not sick or any of that sunbae”

“oh my god i’m sorry i’m just…i’m really nervous like, my solo stuff is always by myself and never with someone this pretty so…oh god i didn’t mean it….” Jaehyun just closed his mouth suddenly as he started to talk nonsense.

was this the man that everyone were thirsting all over tiktok when your searched it? was this the man you asked Yugyeom to arrange you a date with but he said no because he was ‘too serious’?

it must be a joke.

“you didn’t meant to say i was pretty or all the other things?” you tried to joke but he seemed close to cry of stress so you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“i’m not intimidating sunbae, i’m just a cute visual in a band of ten and i’m friends with Kim Yugyeom because we’re alike” you laugh it of causing him to faintly smile as he seemed more relaxed.

“this performance is really no personal space allowed, i think it’s a little uncomfy because we don’t know each other that well” Jaehyun scratched the back of his neck while going all red again.

you raised your eyebrow jokingly, making Jaehyun realize that he sounded as he was trying to say that the song could only be performed by having an intimate relationship.

“i didn’t meant it like that!”

“okay, it’s fine i mean we can start with having a nice dinner thursday nigh?” you inquired and even if you seemed calm during all the convo you were definitely crying of emotion in the phone with Lisa and Eunha at night.

Jaehyun exhaled, trying to think in how to explain he wasn’t doing a inappropriate invitation but gave up and nodded “i’ll pick you up, send me the address and the time”

“it’s a deal”

as in a magic trick, Bada stormed into the room again, holding a box with two iced americanos.

“okay Jaehyun, we need to film the behind the scenes so you better calm down”.

you smiled at each other and you couldn’t help to blush now.

“oh damn fine, now you too?!”

[absolutebl]

Recommendation for something to watch and complete on a off day? I am also off today. Something soft and full of love preferably....

10 Soft BL's to Binge In A Day

(Since I don't sleep and watch high speed I binge full length Thai BL but I'm assuming you want something shorter than that, so I've limited myself to a 5hr runtime.)

1. Semantic Error (Korea Viki) - Sexy older boy discovers pouty younger boy has outed him as a slacker, starts out bullying him, accidentally falls madly in love. Korea hits it entirely out of the Parks by doing a university BL with everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. Korea's signature quality executed perfectly with added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. Full review.

2. Seven Days (Japan grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - one of the best live action yaoi mangas ever made. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat, there’s still more kisses than Cherry Magic. Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. All the angst is just teen confusion. 

3. Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki) - I enjoyed every aspect from the casting to the very simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s very low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story. Do we call this cozy BL? Why not? This one is going to live in my rewatch pile, I can tell already, and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. It perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. Full review.

4. Light On Me (Korea Viki - Korea does an elegant pastiche of traditional live action yaoi but all tropes are cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen… and I don’t like love triangles. LoM strategically tailors classic BL tropes to 2 different semes resulting in pristine pacing, plot, and character development, explicitly serving narrative (not just to tick boxes). LoM is a master class in this trope drops. (If you write fanfic or romance you should study this show.) Full review.

5. Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan Gaga & Viki) - I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this show. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he���s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes. Full review.

6. HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (Taiwan Viki) - super low stakes sweetest story of the bad boy who falls hard for the senior on the volleyball team and then works to earn his love. You know it’s Taiwan so the kisses are great but in this case it also ends well. Only trigger is that the side couple is the stepbrothers trope, and some don’t like that.

7. Cherry Magic (Japan indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utterly bonkers, but cute about it. 

8. Wish You (Korea Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol. 

9. Restart After Come Back Home (Japan indie subbed or Gaga?) - this one is perfect if you just want a beautiful loving movie, and one that is well filmed and complex enough to appeal to those who don’t normally watch BL or romance (if you have a reluctant partner). 

10. You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho. 

Also Old Fashioned Cupcake, it's a bit more complicated than soft but a FANTASTIC binge watch.

(list updated May 2023, not responsible for ones that come after that date)

[naughtybg3confessions]

Hi, just wondering how many Astarion confessions are there in queue? I made a confession about acsending him just so he could impregnate me about a week ago. I don't know if it successfully submitted though.

Worry not, I see it in the ask box so it looks like it did go through, unless someone else sent a similar confession.

We've been getting a lot of asks like this lately, so this next part is addressed to everyone: patience, grasshoppers. <3 More often than not, your confession did go through. But as it says in the pinned post, there are over 720 confessions in the inbox, 12-30 are posted a day (aside from 69 on Thursdays), so that means the wait is roughly 4.5 - 5 weeks to see your confession posted after sending it. Such is the nature of these blogs, we have 1,300 followers and receive new confessions constantly. Dirtybg3confessions has 2000+ unpublished confessions and a many months-long wait. Even with two confession blogs in the fandom, we can barely keep up with the thirst! (not that I'm complaining)

I promise I receive them and intend to post them; it just takes time to get through them all in chronological order. In the meantime, enjoy all the other wonderful confessions that get posted here daily!

[blehcupidd]

One in the Same

Chapter Two

Wilbur Soot x f!reader

Summary: You and your streamer friend react to thirst traps, but on of them sticks out

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, correct british terminology (I am british), grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), Gnomeo and Juliet vibes, incorrect music terminology, other peoples music used for readers band, battle of the bands au

A/N: ty for the likes a reblogs last chapter <3 also this chapter is based off of this stream/video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dwv4tWbzkSE&t=54s 

just realised it’s 12:30 am and i realised i didn’t add this to the series master list sorry i posted it yesterday afternoon

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A week or so later, ‘Cupid Records’ had replied to your submission for your band to perform in their battle of the bands. A simple text to the other band members got the creativity flowing. ‘we’re in!!!’.

For the remainder of the week, you didn't have practice. This left you to your own devices. Not having very many friends outside of your band, but this didn't apply online.

You didn't have your own following, you had an Instagram account with ten followers on private. Granted, not a good idea if you wanted your band to gain popularity. Your reasoning was the band's Instagram had more of a following. Sending a quick text to your internet famous friend, saying that you were bored, he replied with a ‘wanna come over and join my stream?’. Who were you, a bored individual on a Thursday afternoon, to refuse a fun offer?

Arriving on your friend's doorstep, you can already hear the shouting from inside. After knocking you can hear him utter a ‘one-second chat.’. Opening the door he is met with a bright smile on your face, accompanied by a cold pink glow of it. “James!” in return your brown-haired friend said your name in the same tone.

Walking into the camera, you could see all of James’ viewers wondering what was happening. “Chat, as you may see, we have a guest. Not only does she not know what we will be doing today, but she is also joining in!” Chat erupted into happiness whilst your face went into confusion. You cautiously sit down in the provided chair, “I need to do the intro, so we will all find out together what we are doing.”

“I asked my audience to send over the worst thirst traps they've seen recently,” you couldn't keep the surprised look off of your face, making chat and James laugh as he continued the intro. “And they didn’t disappoint, I am horrified. However, I am more horrified by the fact that you are not subscribed. I want a million subscribers. Do it now!” He then motioned towards you, “This is also our special guest today, and we will be tormenting her as a team. Now let's get right into the cringe.”

The first video was a duet of an older man with a younger boy, “That's you in like three years.” You pointed to the more unattractive guy in the video. This just caused James to look at you in shock, slowly morphing into realisation.

“You’re not wrong.”

You started reading out the title card of the next thirst trap, “Some of the finest animated men in my opinion. Im excited.”

“Okay, dude.” James sighed, leaning back in his chair as Flynn Rider came onto the screen. You then looked at James with a smug look, as if you were saying ‘See,’. “I get it.” He gave in.

As that video went on there were some agreements and disagreements, leading the two of you onto the next video. That being a built guy in a pool, in his underwear. This gained a shocked look from you and a disgusted one from James. “Not the tighty whities bro!”

“No one should wear tighty whities anywhere, especially a pool.” Your statement sounded as if it was a question. Which it was, debating on whether you would still be friends with James after this.

The next video was one of James and your other friend WillNE.

‘Where’s your head at at’ James said in the video, then showing a clip of Will about to laugh, then cutting back to James. 

“This right here,” James showcased his hairline in the video. “Is a problem.”

“That's why I said that bald guy was you.”

‘I got bitches on my dick every day.’ Started playing to a video of someone dressed as Red Guy from Dont Hug Me, Im Scared on a pole, doing some impressive moves.

The next video caught your attention, ‘All I see is red, ah’ started playing ‘She said fuck me like I'm famous, I said ok.’ Whilst Slow Down was playing, you couldn't help but laugh and poke fun at James, talking about his song ‘Slow Down’. “I've seen these so much!”

“Your smile says you like them.”

Tuning into the video at hand, you saw an edit of a taller man, looking angsty. This was probably the first video that you liked, the song choice obviously. The handsome guy on the screen also played a key into that. Your internal gawking was also external, making James and Chat tease you.

“I know him, so…” Your face flushed, not able to blame it on the cold weather anymore, and your eyes widened.

“Is he gonna watch this?”

[lambilegs]

college!au lee honestly gives basketball vibes but like idk if she's tall enough...

let's ignore that tho!!!

college!au lee that looks at you before making a shot to show that its for you and then misses 😭. she gets so embarrassed and after the game you have to comfort her and tell her it was still romantic. and at timeouts when the coach is talking to her team, she forgets to listen because she's too busy trying to figure out what you're mouthing and signalling to her from the bleachers. she ends up getting scolded for not paying attention. you two go to the local park together to play on one of the courts but it just ends up being you chucking the ball and somehow sending it backwards while Lee stresses and tries to figure out why you're so bad. and when u don't have class you just watch her training sessions. you feel bad while her coach yells at the team and makes them do pushups after messing up but also feel slightly thankful as you thirst over lee. and ofc you cheer even when she does something as little as catching the ball. how could u not? you're just her biggest fan.

could i be 🍒 anon? love your writing btw!!

BRO PLS???? ALL OF THESE HAD BE ACTUALLY GIDDY WHEN I WOKE UP TO THEM AHHHHHH!! also... I fear I yapped. and omg, thank you sm, so so glad you enjoy my writing :"") and yes, you can totally be an anon <333

PLEASEEEE she'd be such a loser omg like, I could totally see the reason she misses being that she got anxious and was overthinking the shot because she knew you'd be watching her now. but, then, she would have some rizz -- like, if she has a particularly good game where she gets all her shots in, and you're giddily asking her about it afterwards, she looks around before quietly pressing you to the nearest wall, eyes bright and earnest as she murmurs, "you know they were all for you, right?" LIKE 💗💗 you'd be a completely flustered mess, face warm as she waits for your response. also, when she does make a shot that goes in, your eyes are the ones she immediately locks with, a small smile on her face.

THIS IS SO FUNNY BUT THE STUFF ABOUT HER COACH SCOLDING HER REMINDS ME OF CARTER LMFAOOOO. can we please make carter the coach in every sports!au? because when I think of lee getting scolded by her coach for trying to decipher your gestures, I think of carter in the movie when he's like, "alright, that's enough, harker!" LMFAO but, yeah, I think she's totally prone to zoning out during practice or when her coach is directing the team, distracted either by the sight of you flashing her signals, or even her own thoughts, like where she'll take you out tomorrow, or the assignment she has due this upcoming thursday.

STOP THE LOCAL PARK :((( that idea is so stinking cute omg!!!! like, you two going there together, destressing and taking a break from the busy schedule of classes and assessments. you'd beg for her to show you all the new tricks she's learned from her team, and she'd be so shy and tentative at first, but then do as you ask, part of her secretly wanting to impress you. AND LMFAOOOO she'd literally look at you so blankly when you absolutely obliterate your shot, just plainly saying, "how did you even manage to do that?" despite being just mildly offended, you seize the opportunity to ask her for lessons, holding back a shy laugh when she presses her firm chest to your back, arms reaching over yours as her long fingers intertwine with yours, carefully adjusting your grip. you nearly pant on the spot when she mutters against your ear, "there you go, that's good." and when she lowers slightly on her knees, grazing your thighs to help fix your posture, you nearly combust KDJSKDJ. it gets to the point where you gotta just toss the ball to the side, spin around and surprise her with a sudden kiss, which has her stumbling and mumbling against your lips, "but, the training" -- a sentiment not really convincing with how she wraps her arms around you, kissing you back hehe

DUDE AND THE PUSH-UP THING, YOU ATEEEE. like, I've thought about this soooo many times before, but lowkey, lee doing push ups while you're lying under her? 🤭 a sight for sore eyes, especially if she's frustrated after a practice and is working out to let off some steam hehehe

[imagintheworldaway]

Assistant

A/N this is a little longer than i intended and a bit of a roller coaster but i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. 

Warnings: Nah, stressed reader a bit?? 

Requests: Open :)

It was mid morning and I was late as hell. I was balancing my bag, a folder full of notes, legal documents and potential lyrics as well as a bag of food and coffees whilst trying to navigate my way down the busy streets of London. I glanced at my reflection in a window as I stood and waited for the traffic to clear and cross the road. “Fuck” i whispered to myself. My clothes were already dishevelled and my hair looked like I had been head banging for the past four hours. 

I finally got to the studio, sending a weary smile to  the receptionists, who looked at me sympathetically before calling the lift. “Don’t worry they’ve only just got here” one of the girls shouted after me as i entered the lift. “Thank you '' I called over my shoulder, her statement doing nothing to reassure me. I waited impatiently as the lift shot up, tapping my foot, my knuckles turning white from holding the array of clutter in my arms for so long. “Here she is!” the studio manager announced to everyone, causing all eyes to fall on me. Freddie was messing around on the decks, Brian was furiously scribbling on a notepad, John was watching meticulously over Brian's shoulder muttering notes and humming tunes and Roger, well he was laying on the sofa smoking a cigarette and just observing the others. 

“I am so sorry” I breathed out, throwing the folders down. I walked around the room handing out the drinks, thankfully I had the hindsight to write their initials on each one, probably the only smart thing I had done this morning. “It’s ok darling, we were just dying of thirst” Freddie quipped with a smirk as I shot him an apologetic look. “Don't mind him, he's in one of his moods” Brian whispered as I handed him his cup. I mouthed a thank you before sitting on the stool in the corner and sifting through the different sections, un-clipping different notes to have them ready for when Freddie demanded them. 

I took a deep breath as I settled into the seat and everyone concentrated on whatever they were doing before I got there. “Hey Y/N can i have the notes from last Thursday?” Brian said nonchalantly, chewing on his pen with his brow furrowed. “Yh here” I smiled handing over the sheets, him instantly flicking through them as I sat back down. “You look tired” Roger whispered, lifting his head so he could look at me from his position on the sofa. “Is it that obvious?” I whispered back with a faint smile. “Yh, when you’re tired you always gaze off into space” Roger shrugged, sitting up so that he was now at my eye level. “Neighbours again?” he asked, sipping his coffee. “Yh, i know it's nice having a baby and everything, but the screaming at four in the morning is really getting old” i said tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, thankful someone would let me vent about the situation. 

I loved where I lived and my life, but my new neighbours had just had a new baby, which is amazing, and she is the cutest thing ever, but this girl has mental lungs. “Sucks, this is why you need an actual house” Roger said, we had had this conversation a million times. Him asking about my neighbours, me telling him about the noise, him saying i needed to move, me explaining i could only move if his band paid me more, him laughing it off and that's the end of it. 

“I’m not having this conversation again Rog” I smiled sadly, turning to distract myself with the notes. “You cannot keep living like this” he muttered, worry lacing his voice. I was about to respond until Freddie beckoned Roger. He placed a hand on my shoulder before walking over to the singer. 

I watched band practice for about three hours before I started becoming irritable, as fun as it was that the room was so small and listening to the same three notes over and over again became very overwhelming. I caught Roger's gaze and he subtly nodded his head towards the door. I just smiled, grabbing my jacket and slipping out of the room and down the corridor to the fire escape. The crisp London air blew past me as i lean on the railing. I waited a minute or so before I heard the door go again. “Hey” I sighed, as I heard the click of a lighter. “You look even more miserable than this morning,” Roger commented as he sat on the steel steps and looked up at me, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I love how nice you are to me” I smirked, casting my gaze to meet him. “Hey someone has to keep you humble” he said with a goofy grin. I just rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. “Well you’re definitely doing a good job of it” I sighed, sitting on the metal platform, leaning my back against the bars which held up the railing. “Wanna go early? I can tell the guys you're ill?” Roger suggested as I played with my hands. “Kind of counterproductive” I shrugged, biting my lip as I chipped away at my nail polish. 

We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the only noise coming from the streets of London alongside the crackling of the cigarette every time Roger took a drag. “You know Y/N, if you need help..” Roger started to insinuate. I snapped my head up and sent him a death glare. “Rog, i love you guys, but i don't need any help, you guys are my bosses, i cater to your needs, not the other way around” i rambled on nor folding my arms across my chest. Roger just sighed as stubbed out his cigarette and threw it over the edge. “You’re so stubborn” Roger huffed, standing up, holding his hand out to me. “Once again, you're so lovely” I smirked, taking his hand as he pulled me up. I watched as Roger went to speak again. “I’m fine, I promise” I said quickly, opening the door, beckoning him to follow me. 

The rest of practice went slowly. I kept catching Roger shooting worried glances over to me, which I just returned with a mundane look before looking away. It was nice that he cared. It was nice that they all cared. But they were big rock stars and I was just their little assistant in the background. It was sweet that he wanted to help but then I would be in his debt, which didn't sound too bad but the guilt would follow me every time we were in the same room. 

I was jotting down some notes, mainly about some upcoming meetings so I didn't forget when I noticed the time. Shit it was 4:30, I had to go and pick up the album prints at five and it was all the way across town. I started shuffling everything together, stuffing it back in the folders before slipping my jacket on. “I have to go and pick up the album cover designs, i will see you guys tomorrow” i said hurriedly sending a quick smile and wave before hurrying out the door. 

Rogers POV - 

“Ok Rog, she's gone, you can stop staring” John huffed as he nudged my rips. “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about '' I mumbled, not even looking at my band mate, instead casting my eyes down to the notepad in front of the two of us. “Maybe she should stop coming to practise,” John huffed, his irritation evident in his tone. I looked up at him and furrowed my brows. Why would he say that? I went to go and speak before Brian decided to join the conversation. “I think you’re right, Roger, whenever she's here you can't seem to concentrate for more than five minutes, maybe we should give her the rest of the week off, we do have a deadline to meet.” he shrugged, sitting on the stool Y/N had previously occupied. I instantly shook my head, ready to argue on her behalf. “She needs the money, you have no idea what she's going through” I huffed, crossing my arms and standing up, not wanting to be near the two men.  “Oh we do, it's all you talk about” Freddie now chimed in, getting annoyed with our arguing. “Oh fuck off do i” i said my own anger bubbling now, my tone a lot harsher than i realised, looking at each of the guys. “Roger, you either talk about how good she is or what issues she's facing, and as much as i sympathise, i really do, we also have shit we need to get done” Freddie lectured me for a moment. Was it really that obvious? Did i really talk about her that much, did she ever notice this?

“Maybe just ask her out mate” Brian stated, taking me out of my thoughts. I just scoffed at this. “Maybe just ruin our friendship if she says no and then she would never want to talk to me again?” I spat back at him. There was no way she liked me, she just saw me as her boss and that was it. “Let's just finish this song” I said as the silence became unbearable. “Mate, just talk to her,” John said before I went into the booth. I just ignored him, signalling that I never wanted this conversation to happen ever again. 

As I was at my stool I just thought about what the guys had said. Maybe they were right. But what if they weren’t? What if she just saw me as a friend and nothing more, I couldn't bear not seeing her everyday. 

Readers POV - 

I was actually on time today. I had pre packed my bag last night, the prints had come out amazing and I couldn't wait to show the boys. The coffee shop was dead, and the barista had remembered the day before's order so the coffees were quick, it was an outrageously sunny day and everything was falling in place. I was one street away from the studio when I heard my name being called. I looked over my shoulder and saw a blonde bush bound towards me. “Hey let me help you” Roger smiled at me, slinging my bag over his shoulder before I could protest. “Shit you carry this every day? Its fucking heavy” he laughed as he walked next to me towards the studio. “Yeah, it sucks, but I never know what you will need” I giggled as he opened the door for me. I mouthed a thankyou as I turned and smiled at the girls at reception. 

“How come you’re so late?” I asked as we both stepped into the lift. “Nice morning i wanted to enjoy it before being cooped up in here all day” Roger shrugged as he looked down at me. “That's sweet,” I sighed, looking back at him, meeting his gaze. I felt a warmth start to bubble in my stomach, turning away quickly before he had the chance to notice the slight pink that had crept onto my cheeks. Roger cleared his throat, breaking the silence in the small room. “Sleep well then?” he said out of nowhere. “Oh yeah, i think they are away, best night i have had in so long, i feel so good” i said shyly, daring myself to look back and see that Roger had never averted his gaze. “I can tell, you look good, not that you don't always look good, but today you just look, well amazing” he stumbled over his words. The ding of the lift took us out of the moment as the doors opened and we could hear the boys down the other end of the corridor. “Best get to work” Roger sighed, stepping away first. I followed him like a lost puppy into the studio. 

“Hello you two” Freddie acknowledged our presence as Roger put my bag down and I handed out the drinks. “Starting to wonder what you were getting up to” He added, causing a light blush to stain my cheeks, not daring to look back at Roger. “Oh i have the prints” i diverted the attention as i handed out the papers to the boys, which luckily caused a welcome distraction. 

Today felt different. I caught myself stealing glances of the drummer, and whenever I looked he was returning the gesture. I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing, Roger was known to be a heartbreaker, but it was easy to see why the groupies loved him so much. He was attractive, funny, caring, and he listened to me and all my silly little complaints. Shit i think I fancied Roger. “Y/N” someone shouted, breaking me from my thoughts. I hummed a response and looked at the studio manager who was beckoning me. 

“Are you going to go and get us lunch or not?” he said through gritted teeth. Oh god I need to really work on my time keeping skills. “Yes I'm sorry” I whispered, grabbing my spare bag and a note with everyone's orders on it. I went to press the lift when I heard footsteps behind me. “I’ll come with” Rogers unmistakable voice said, now standing next to me. “Oh no no, honestly, it's fine,” I said awkwardly, waving the little piece of paper. “Honestly I need a break” Roger shrugged stepping into the lift. I just rolled my eyes following him. 

We walked in a comfortable silence all the way to the little sandwich shop I went to almost every day for the boys. Once I had placed the order I joined Roger at a table in the corner. “You really didn't have to come” I smiled sitting down opposite him. “Thought you could use the company” he said with a goofy grin making me giggle. “Also i wanted to talk to you, alone” he said, leaning his arms on the table, fidgeting with his fingers. “Oh god you’re not firing me are you?” I joked, meeting his eyes and realised he wasn't joking at all. “You’re not are you?” I whispered, a pang in my stomach causing nerves to encase me. The silence seemed to last forever. “Oh god no, sorry” Roger said suddenly, causing my nerves to subside momentarily. “Then what is it?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers. “I worry about you Y/N” he started. “Roger, I've told you we aren't having this conversation again” I said, slightly irritated. “Please let me finish” he almost asked as he reached a hand out, placing it on top of my own. I took my own shaky breath, as the simple touch made me feel nervous all over again. “I worry because I care about you Y/N” his words spun around my head as my breath hitched in my throat. “I care about you so fucking much, i want you to be so happy, and i want to be the one who makes he happy” he confessed almost sheepishly. “I don't want to be that womaniser they write about in the magazines, i want you to know that everyday, just seeing you makes me so happy, and i only want you” the confession continued. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start going off in a frenzy, i didn't know what to say, this is the most sincere and rawest i had seen the drummer ever. “Please say something” Roger asked me, his grip on my hand never faltering. I blinked myself out of the trance, praying this isn't some silly daydream, but no it was all real. “You’re so goofy” I giggled, leaning forward, making the first move and crashing my lips against his own. I could have stayed in the moment forever. His soft lips melding perfectly with mine, his spare hand cupping my cheek as I lean across the table. “Order 34” a shriek said, pulling us from our own personal bliss. 

“So wanna get a drink sometime?” Roger smirked as I picked up the order. “Haha yes you idiot” I giggled as he wrapped an arm around me and we made our way back to the studio in our own personal bliss.

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Hello, hello, hello gorgeous members! We hope you're all having an amazing Sunday and you all had a great weekend! I honestly spent most of it trying to get my three year old to sleep at night and watching part one of season four of Outer Banks lmfao.

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Monday-Honesty Day (You can spend all day answering any and all Honesty Hour questions in your inbox; don't forget to send them out too)

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Hello! It's Winter! Have a great week!

Sharing

Ever so lovingly, he entered her for the first time. He never thought it would have happened so quickly - and here of all places - but he’d never complain. He finally had Madame Auziere and that was all that mattered. 

“Emmanuel, please stop! We can’t do this! We can’t!” Brigitte cried out, using all her strength to push his strong, teenage body off of hers. 

He only quickened the pace, knowing it would be over soon anyways. But she was determined to not let it get that far. She wanted him, but not like this. “STOP!!!!” 

While she let out a deafening scream, her eyes opened wide and she sprung forward. 

“What’s wrong?” Her husband, who had been woken up by his wife's scream, asked tenderly. 

Brigitte’s pillowcase was drenched with perspiration, and somehow during her dream, her buttoned-up nightshirt had come undone, exposing the top of her bare breasts. She touched her husband’s cheek, desperately needing the reassurance that he was real and it was all a dream. 

“It was just a nightmare, Andre. Please go back to bed,” Brigitte whispered. 

“You’re boiling.” He felt her forehead, “are you sick?” 

“No, I just need a glass of cold water.” 

Brigitte quickly ran to the kitchen to grab something to quench her thirst. As she sat at the kitchen table, swallowing the last drops of water, she realized she actually wasn’t feeling good. It was Thursday and she had work in the morning. Friday, for one very obvious reason, was her favourite day of the week. She told herself that a good night’s sleep was what she needed. So, she headed back to bed and prayed she’d feel better in the morning. 

Unfortunately, when morning arrived she felt worse. Walking from her warm bed to the bathroom exhausted her, so she found herself back under the covers. 

Meanwhile, at school, Emmanuel noticed Madame Auziere wasn’t there. Even before receiving confirmation, he felt her absence right away. At lunchtime, he stopped Laurence in the hall and asked where her mother was. 

“She’s not feeling well. Maman didn’t come down for breakfast this morning. Dad told us she had a restless sleep,” Laurence explained, knowing the details she was provided would be appreciated. “Dad said Maman woke up just before midnight screaming the word stop.” 

Emmanuel thanked her for the explanation, choosing to forget the detail about Andre being in bed next to Brigitte. As the school day came to an end, he found himself knowing exactly what he needed to do. Emmanuel was going to see Brigitte. Sick or not, he couldn’t let the Friday pass without being near her.  

He was going to leave after the fourth unanswered knock, but as he turned away, the door flung open. 

“Emmanuel, what are you doing here?” Brigitte asked, trying her hardest to wipe the smile off her face upon seeing her uninvited visitor. Never in a million years did she expect to find him at her doorstep holding a container of chicken soup. “Where did you get the soup?” 

He proudly held up the clear bag. “I ran into that little bakery after school. If you hurry, you can enjoy it while it’s warm.” 

“My kids are here,” she stated matter-of-factly, which resulted in a loud laugh from him. “I assumed so because they live with you. My apologies for not bringing enough soup for them.” 

She opened the door wide, allowing him to enter. Even though Brigitte was sick, she still managed to clean herself up, put on makeup and style her blonde hair. He caught the scent of her lavender body wash and he walked through the entrance. Emmanuel had never seen her so casually dressed before, but he loved what he saw. A plain white t-shirt and faded blue jeans suited her. Never noticing her spectacular curves before, he couldn’t help but stare as she walked in front. For a woman who was sick, she looked damn good. 

As they entered the kitchen, Emmanuel was warmly greeted by her three kids. “Have a seat,” Laurence pointed to her father’s empty chair. “Dad’s still at work.” 

As Brigitte reached for a bowl from the cupboard, Tiphaine spoke up. “Mommy! Can I have some soup too?” 

“Actually, the soup is for you…” 

Emmanuel was immediately cut off, given a sharp look from Brigitte. “Of course, Tiphaine.” 

After two bowls of soup were poured, Brigitte handed one to her youngest daughter before taking a seat at the other head of the table. 

Sebastien leaned over to Emmanuel and whispered, “Maman taught us to share in this house. Tiphaine always wants everything Maman has.” 

Emmanuel politely nodded, thanking Sebastien for the explanation. 

Silently, he hoped Andre felt the same about sharing his wife.

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Oh my, I had a couple of “wait? What? Ah okay! What? No!” moments at the beginning hahahaha some twists and turns! But hey, Brigitte having a wet dream about Emmanuel... 😏

But the sweet potato bringing her chicken!!

“Tiphaine wants everything Maman has” hahahaha I’m sorry but my mind went rogue there 🤭😂

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

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8, 10, 19

8. What projects am I currently working on? Rated G for Gamer Girls, How to Stitch Holes in the Sky, and Lazarus Woke with a Kiss. I have the next chapters for each started. Lazarus may come out first, as its the furthest along, but we'll see.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than I expected? Lazarus! I really didn't think an SCP crossover would garner that much interest, but it did. Guess I underestimated how much people would thirst for Bea and Lil as mad scientists lmao.

19. I added one here, but here's another!

“Mary, I need a reservation Thursday night for two.  Can you do that?”

In retrospect, the call shouldn’t have been her first clue.  There were other signs for months before that, but that was the one that Mary noticed first.

“Sure thing, baby girl, although we won't have space until 7.”

“That’s fine.  If it can be one of the tables facing the water, that would be even better.”

Facing the water, eh?  “I’m sure we can work that.  Shan just finished finalizing the new menu.  Anything we should know?”  She asked her question in as neutral a tone as possible, because she knew from experience that if Lilith detected even a hint of probing or curiosity that she would close up like a steel trap.

“No,” Lilith responded.  “I’m sure whatever Shannon has picked out will be fine.  She has broad tastes, and no food allergies."  She.  Interesting.  Not that a particular pronoun meant anything by itself.  Lilith often had work dinners with colleagues of all types, and Cat's Cradle was one of her restaurants of choice to host them.  But those dinners usually weren't scheduled for such a late hour, and none of them came with a request for a specific table.

"Alright, Lil, we'll put you down for 7."

It was tough to pick up, and she might have imagined it, but she thought she heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the call.  "Thank you, Mary.  I'll see you two then.  Goodbye."

"Bye, Lil."  Once the call ended, Mary pocketed her phone and went to find Shannon.  The restaurant wasn't yet open for the lunch hour, so she found her stacking wine glasses at the bar.  "Lilith is bringing someone Thursday night.  For a date.”

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Today's Daily Encounter Thursday, January 16, 2025

Falling More in Love with Christ

You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.1

When we fall in love, we want to spend time with the person we love. Falling in love with Christ should be no different, but believers often read the Bible in a hurry. The result is a superficial faith that is kept alive by habit rather than worship. To achieve lasting intimacy, we must approach the Lord with a sense of:

Purpose. 1 Chronicles 22:19 counsels us to "devote our heart and soul to seeking the Lord our God." Likewise, if we desire to relate to the Lord, we must intentionally approach spiritual disciplines. Before we open the Bible, for example, we can ask God what He wants to tell us. We can also pray to understand His ways, He loves to respond to this request.

Determination: Isaiah told God: "My soul yearns for you…" â€"Isaiah 26:9. Even when we don't feel like investing time in our relationship with Christ, we should. Those who seek the Savior, experience His presence as they worship Him.

Knowing Christ brings joy to the believer's life. By paying attention to God and spending time with Him, we show Him that we love Him. God gives us the best of himself, we must not give less in return.

Suggested Prayer: Dear Heavenly Father, today I ask you to help me be aware of Your presence in me and in the details, both small and large, around me. Beloved Father, in every detail of nature, you tell me how much you love me. Let me be able to stop and delight in all that You have created and rejoice in Your presence. I pray in Jesus' name, Amen.

Psalms 63:1 (NIV).

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12th December >> Mass Readings (Except GB & USA)

Thursday, Second Week of Advent 

or

Our Lady of Guadalupe 

or

Saint Finian, Bishop. 

Thursday, Second Week of Advent 

(Liturgical Colour: Violet. Year: C(I))

First Reading Isaiah 41:13-20 I, the Holy One of Israel, am your redeemer.

I, the Lord, your God, I am holding you by the right hand; I tell you, ‘Do not be afraid, I will help you.’

Do not be afraid, Jacob, poor worm, Israel, puny mite. I will help you – it is the Lord who speaks – the Holy One of Israel is your redeemer.

See, I turn you into a threshing-sled, new, with doubled teeth; you shall thresh and crush the mountains, and turn the hills to chaff.

You shall winnow them and the wind will blow them away, the gale will scatter them. But you yourself will rejoice in the Lord, and glory in the Holy One of Israel.

The poor and needy ask for water, and there is none, their tongue is parched with thirst. I, the Lord, will answer them, I, the God of Israel, will not abandon them.

I will make rivers well up on barren heights, and fountains in the midst of valleys; turn the wilderness into a lake, and dry ground into waterspring.

In the wilderness I will put cedar trees, acacias, myrtles, olives. In the desert I will plant juniper, plane tree and cypress side by side;

so that men may see and know, may all observe and understand that the hand of the Lord has done this, that the Holy One of Israel has created it.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 144(145):1,9-13a

R/ The Lord is kind and full of compassion, slow to anger, abounding in love.

I will give you glory, O God my king, I will bless your name for ever. How good is the Lord to all, compassionate to all his creatures.

R/ The Lord is kind and full of compassion, slow to anger, abounding in love.

All your creatures shall thank you, O Lord, and your friends shall repeat their blessing. They shall speak of the glory of your reign and declare your might, O God, to make known to men your mighty deeds and the glorious splendour of your reign.

R/ The Lord is kind and full of compassion, slow to anger, abounding in love.

Yours is an everlasting kingdom; your rule lasts from age to age.

R/ The Lord is kind and full of compassion, slow to anger, abounding in love.

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! Come, Lord, with your peace that we may rejoice in your presence with sincerity of heart. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Isaiah 45:8

Alleluia, alleluia! Send victory like a dew, you heavens, and let the clouds rain it down. Let the earth open and bring forth the saviour. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 11:11-15 A greater than John the Baptist has never been seen.

Jesus spoke to the crowds: ‘I tell you solemnly, of all the children born of women, a greater than John the Baptist has never been seen; yet the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he is. Since John the Baptist came, up to this present time, the kingdom of heaven has been subjected to violence and the violent are taking it by storm. Because it was towards John that all the prophecies of the prophets and of the Law were leading; and he, if you will believe me, is the Elijah who was to return. If anyone has ears to hear, let him listen!’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Our Lady of Guadalupe 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Thursday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Zechariah 2:14-17 'I am coming', says the Lord.

Sing, rejoice, daughter of Zion; for I am coming to dwell in the middle of you – it is the Lord who speaks. Many nations will join the Lord, on that day; they will become his people. But he will remain among you, and you will know that the Lord of Hosts has sent me to you. But the Lord will hold Judah as his portion in the Holy Land, and again make Jerusalem his very own. Let all mankind be silent before the Lord! For he is awaking and is coming from his holy dwelling.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading Apocalypse 11:19,12:1-6,10 A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman adorned with the sun.

The sanctuary of God in heaven opened and the ark of the covenant could be seen inside it. Now a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman, adorned with the sun, standing on the moon, and with the twelve stars on her head for a crown. She was pregnant, and in labour, crying aloud in the pangs of childbirth. Then a second sign appeared in the sky, a huge red dragon which had seven heads and ten horns, and each of the seven heads crowned with a coronet. Its tail dragged a third of the stars from the sky and dropped them to the earth, and the dragon stopped in front of the woman as she was having the child, so that he could eat it as soon as it was born from its mother. The woman brought a male child into the world, the son who was to rule all the nations with an iron sceptre, and the child was taken straight up to God and to his throne, while the woman escaped into the desert, where God had made a place of safety ready. Then I heard a voice shout from heaven, ‘Victory and power and empire for ever have been won by our God, and all authority for his Christ.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Judith 13:18a-19

R/ You are the highest honour of our race!

May you be blessed, my daughter, by God Most High, beyond all women on earth; and may the Lord God be blessed, the Creator of heaven and earth.

R/ You are the highest honour of our race!

The trust you have shown shall not pass from the memories of men, but shall ever remind them of the power of God.

R/ You are the highest honour of our race!

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed are you, holy Virgin Mary, and most worthy of all praise, for the sun of justice, Christ our God, was born of you. Alleluia!

Gospel Luke 1:26-38 'I am the handmaid of the Lord'.

The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. He went in and said to her, ‘Rejoice, so highly favoured! The Lord is with you.’ She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, ‘Mary, do not be afraid; you have won God’s favour. Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for ever and his reign will have no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?’ ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you’ the angel answered ‘and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and will be called Son of God. Know this too: your kinswoman Elizabeth has, in her old age, herself conceived a son, and she whom people called barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God.’ ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord,’ said Mary ‘let what you have said be done to me.’ And the angel left her.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Finian, Bishop 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Thursday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Exodus 32:7-14 Moses pleads with the Lord his God to spare Israel.

The Lord spoke to Moses, ‘Go down now, because your people whom you brought out of Egypt have apostatised. They have been quick to leave the way I marked out for them; they have made themselves a calf of molten metal and have worshipped it and offered it sacrifice. “Here is your God, Israel,” they have cried, “who brought you up from the land of Egypt!”’ the Lord said to Moses, ‘I can see how headstrong these people are! Leave me, now, my wrath shall blaze out against them and devour them; of you, however, I will make a great nation.’ But Moses pleaded with the Lord his God. ‘Lord,’ he said ‘why should your wrath blaze out against this people of yours whom you brought out of the land of Egypt with arm outstretched and mighty hand? Why let the Egyptians say, “Ah, it was in treachery that he brought them out, to do them to death in the mountains and wipe them off the face of the earth”? Leave your burning wrath; relent and do not bring this disaster on your people. Remember Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, your servants to whom by your own self you swore and made this promise: I will make your offspring as many as the stars of heaven, and all this land which I promised I will give to your descendants, and it shall be their heritage for ever.’ So the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

OR: --------

First reading Deuteronomy 10:8-9 The Lord set apart the tribe of Levi to do him service

Moses said to the people: ‘The Lord set apart the tribe of Levi to carry the ark of the Lord’s covenant, to stand in the presence of the Lord, to do him service and in his name to pronounce blessing as they still do today. Levi therefore has no share or inheritance with his brothers: the Lord is his inheritance, as the Lord your God told him.’

OR: --------

First reading 1 Samuel 16:1,6-13 David is anointed by Samuel

The Lord said to Samuel, ‘Fill your horn with oil and go. I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem, for I have chosen myself a king among his sons.’ Samuel purified Jesse and his sons and invited them to the sacrifice. When they arrived, he caught sight of Eliab and thought, ‘Surely the Lord’s anointed one stands there before him’, but the Lord said to Samuel, ‘Take no notice of his appearance or his height for I have rejected him; God does not see as man sees; man looks at appearances but the Lord looks at the heart.’ Jesse then called Abinadab and presented him to Samuel, who said, ‘The Lord has not chosen this one either.’ Jesse then presented Shammah, but Samuel said, ‘The Lord has not chosen this one either.’ Jesse presented his seven sons to Samuel, but Samuel said to Jesse, ‘The Lord has not chosen these.’ He then asked Jesse, ‘Are these all the sons you have?’ He answered, ‘There is still one left, the youngest; he is out looking after the sheep.’ Then Samuel said to Jesse, ‘Send for him; we will not sit down to eat until he comes.’ Jesse had him sent for, a boy of fresh complexion, with fine eyes and pleasant bearing. The Lord said, ‘Come, anoint him, for this is the one.’ At this, Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him where he stood with his brothers; and the spirit of the Lord seized on David and stayed with him from that day on.

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 6:1-8 Isaiah's lips cleansed with a burning coal

In the year of King Uzziah’s death I saw the Lord of Hosts seated on a high throne; his train filled the sanctuary; above him stood seraphs, each one with six wings: two to cover its face, two to cover its feet, and two for flying. And they cried out to one another in this way,

‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts. His glory fills the whole earth.’

The foundations of the threshold shook with the voice of the one who cried out, and the Temple was filled with smoke. I said:

‘What a wretched state I am in! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have looked at the King, the Lord of Hosts.’

Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding in his hand a live coal which he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. With this he touched my mouth and said:

‘See now, this has touched your lips, your sin is taken away, your iniquity is purged.’

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying:

‘Whom shall I send? Who will be our messenger?’

I answered, ‘Here I am, send me.’

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 61:1-3 He has sent me to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord

The spirit of the Lord has been given to me, for the Lord has anointed me. He has sent me to bring good news to the poor, to bind up hearts that are broken;

to proclaim liberty to captives, freedom to those in prison; to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord, a day of vengeance for our God,

to comfort all those who mourn and to give them for ashes a garland; for mourning robe the oil of gladness, for despondency, praise.

OR: --------

First reading Jeremiah 1:4-9 Go and say whatever I command you and do not fear

The word of the Lord was addressed to me, saying,

‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you came to birth I consecrated you; I have appointed you as prophet to the nations.’

I said, ‘Ah, Lord; look, I do not know how to speak: I am a child!’

But the Lord replied, ‘Do not say, “I am a child.” Go now to those to whom I send you and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to protect you – it is the Lord who speaks!’

Then the Lord put out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me:

‘There! I am putting my words into your mouth.’

OR: --------

First reading Ezekiel 3:17-21 Warn the wicked man, and you will live

The word of the Lord was addressed to me as follows, ‘Son of man, I have appointed you as sentry to the House of Israel. Whenever you hear a word from me, warn them in my Name. If I say to a wicked man, “You are to die,” and you do not warn him; if you do not speak and warn him to renounce his evil ways and so live, then he shall die for his sin, but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, however, you do warn a wicked man and he does not renounce his wickedness and his evil ways, then he shall die for his sin, but you yourself will have saved your life. When the upright man renounces his integrity to do evil and I set a trap for him, he too shall die; since you failed to warn him, he shall die for his sin and the integrity he practised will no longer be remembered; but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, however, you warn the upright man not to sin and he abstains from sinning, he shall live, thanks to your warning, and you too will have saved your life.’

OR: --------

First Reading Ezekiel 34:11-16 I will look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view.

The Lord God says this: I am going to look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view. As a shepherd keeps all his flock in view when he stands up in the middle of his scattered sheep, so shall I keep my sheep in view. I shall rescue them from wherever they have been scattered during the mist and darkness. I shall bring them out of the countries where they are; I shall gather them together from foreign countries and bring them back to their own land. I shall pasture them on the mountains of Israel, in the ravines and in every inhabited place in the land. I shall feed them in good pasturage; the high mountains of Israel will be their grazing ground. There they will rest in good grazing ground; they will browse in rich pastures on the mountains of Israel. I myself will pasture my sheep, I myself will show them where to rest – it is the Lord who speaks. I shall look for the lost one, bring back the stray, bandage the wounded and make the weak strong. I shall watch over the fat and healthy. I shall be a true shepherd to them.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 15(16):1-2,5,7-8,11

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Preserve me, God, I take refuge in you. I say to the Lord: ‘You are my God.’ O Lord, it is you who are my portion and cup; it is you yourself who are my prize.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

I will bless the Lord who gives me counsel, who even at night directs my heart. I keep the Lord ever in my sight: since he is at my right hand, I shall stand firm.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

You will show me the path of life, the fullness of joy in your presence, at your right hand happiness for ever.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 23:9,10

Alleluia, alleluia! You have only one Father, and he is in heaven; you have only one Teacher, the Christ. Alleluia!

Or: Mt28:19,20

Alleluia, alleluia! Go, make disciples of all the nations. I am with you always; yes, to the end of time. Alleluia!

Or: Mk1:17

Alleluia, alleluia! Follow me, says the Lord, and I will make you into fishers of men. Alleluia!

Or: Lk4:18

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to proclaim liberty to captives. Alleluia!

Or: Jn10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Or: Jn15:5

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 9:35-37 The harvest is rich but the labourers are few.

Jesus made a tour through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the Good News of the kingdom and curing all kinds of diseases and sickness. And when he saw the crowds he felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.