#he's a bit of a workaholic in that fic/series

[starry-briar]

Over the course of all the events Albedo has been in (and he’s been in a lot, compared to most characters), he’s gradually become more social. There’s a few reasons why this could be, including the Traveler’s influence, but one headcanon for it that only occurred to me last night is the creation of Cinnabar Spindle.

First, it’s important to remember that Albedo’s earlier lack of sociability was driven less by a general dislike of people and more by him having other priorities. For example, in “About Albedo: Socializing”, he says

Relationships are... quite troublesome. Once you establish a relation with someone, you must continue to maintain it; if you lose contact, you must reestablish the relation. This taxing cycle requires a lot of time... 

In his story quest, he also talks about living life efficiently, and how dispelling loneliness is not a required part of that, even though he also expresses that he enjoys company when possible.

In other words, he largely just dislikes the amount of time socializing requires.

And Albedo seems to be acutely aware of how he spends his time. From “Albedo’s Troubles”:

There's just never enough time, is there? Even when I remove the most troublesome matters from my schedule, I still can't find enough time for everything. 

It almost sounds like he’s running out of time, doesn’t it? Especially in conjunction with his infamous line about losing control.

But what if he found a way to buy himself more time?

Consider the description for Cinnabar Spindle:

A sword made from materials that do not belong in this world. The power within might even be able to withstand the corruption of a venom that could corrode a mighty dragon. 

So, it could be that, with Cinnabar Spindle at his side, Albedo is better able to withstand the corruption that Rhinedottir’s creations are prone to, for whatever reason. It may not completely purify him, but it does give him more leeway to do spend time on things other than researching what to do about the corruption.

[Continuation of this short thread on Twitter.]

[thee-horny-thicky]

Which of yours fics are your fav? Because I can say with absolute certainty that FES is mine. Savior was okay. And confessions has a lot of potential. I need to read the one with Geto / reader visit Japan and link up with Gojo.

This is so hard to answer, because each fic I write holds a piece of my heart. However, after careful deliberation, I sorted through my 43 fics and selected those I'm fondest of, in no particular order. For anyone interested, I included the links, and their bio :)

The Exchange Student Series (Suguru/Reader. Incomplete)

Take the role of a foreign exchange student who had the misfortune of catching Geto Suguru's attention.

Honey, I'm Home! (Satoru/Reader. Will be expanded)

After being trapped in the prison realm for so long, Gojo is in dire need of release. What better way to do that than paying a visit to his favorite girl?

The Sacrifice (Sukuna/Reader. Will be Expanded)

After stealing, the village priests select you to be sacrificed to an elusive forest beast to avoid his wrath.

Surprise! (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete, but I may do another chapter)

Your boyfriend of a year decided a trip to Tokyo would be the perfect anniversary present. He missed his hometown, and you always wanted to visit. However, he failed to mention that the two of you would be staying with his stunning best friend. He also failed to mention that the two of them liked to share.

Hide & Go Get It (SatoSugu/Reader. Complete)

Satoru and Suguru show you how to play hide and go get it, taking your virginity in the process

Orange Juice and Milk (Francis Mosses/Reader. Incomplete)

You're a lonely housewife, neglected by your workaholic husband, and you're 90% sure he's cheating. As your frustration builds and you grow disillusioned with your marriage, you come up with a way for some relief; Francis Mosses, the neighborhood milkman.

Oh no, he's hot! (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

After Haruta Shigemo was killed, you should've been terrified of the blond giant who set his sights on you. But instead, all you could focus on was how hot he was.

Pretty Young Thing (Gojo/Nanami/Ijichi/Reader. Complete)

Gojo forces Nanami to go to a hostess club with him and quickly becomes captivated by a particularly pretty young thing. Unfortunately, Gojo also has his sights on her. Who will she choose? You decide!

Castaway (Gyutaro/Reader. Complete)

When you become stranded in the middle of the ocean, a merman by the name of Gyutaro takes a liking to you.

Shower Time Comfort (Shoko/Reader. Complete)

After Gojo is cut down, you and Shoko seek comfort within each other.

Mr. Steal Yo' Girl (Dark!Gojo/Reader. Complete)

After beating Sukuna into submission, Gojo decided to rub salt into the wound by claiming the ‘King of Curses’ woman.

Tattoos and Tenderness (Sukuna/Reader. Complete)

While taking you to Pound Town, Sukuna evaluates his feelings for you.

Bunnies and Vices (Bunny!Izuku/Reader. Incomplete)

When you stumble across an injured green rabbit, you just thought you had a little too much to drink and took it home with you. But when the rabbit remains green, you realize you might’ve bit off more than you could chew. And when the rabbit turned into a man, you knew that you were way in over your head.

But, hey, at least he’s cute.

A Little Demonstration (Lucifer Morningstar/Reader. Will be Expanded)

When you ask Lucifer how he exactly took both of Adam's wives, he decides to give you a little demonstration

Blood and Breeding (Doppelganger!Francis Mosses/Reader. Complete, but it may be expanded)

When a Francis appears covered in 'scarlet milk,' you're unsure if you should be scared or horny. He makes that choice for you.

Update Edging (Nanami/Reader. Complete)

While his computer updates, Nanami calls you into his office for a little fun.

[joelmillers-whore]

Hard Light | Chapter 1

summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you can’t help but develop an innocent crush on him. he’s as off-limits as he can be, but that doesn’t deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasn’t intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesn’t matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right? 

pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader

word count: 2.2K

series or one-shot

warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), joel being a huge tease lol, (will add more tags as i write)

AN: i am so excited by the response that my joel one-shot got a few days ago and i’ve been itching to get something else out to you all. big, giant forehead kisses for those who want one, i love you all. so, anyway, a mini-series about professor joel is coming at you fast. i’ve written the first few chapters, so expect those in the near future. i’m thinking once a week? this fic is going to be something else and i’m so excited to share it with ya’ll. enjoy, and let me know what you think. find my ao3 here for more content and other fandoms.

You were running late for your shift at the coffee shop on campus, rummaging around your dresser, trying to find the low-cut black top you always wore when you had a shift. You weren’t usually one to feed into the peer pressure of those around you, but push came to shove when you found it nearly impossible to keep yourself afloat as a twenty-something student without the added extra tips from your part-time job.

So what if you had to show a little bit of cleavage? Right? There was no harm. Student loans were a bitch and on top of rent and food costs, you had to get a job at the coffee shop and balance a full course load just to make ends meet. 

A thought popped into your head and you rushed to your laptop, throwing it open as you checked the time; 5:45 AM. If you busted out your lightning-fast typing skills, you would have enough time to catch the next bus and make it to campus with five minutes to spare. If only your crappy second-hand computer would work.

The thing honestly sounded like a chopper engine, getting ready for lift-off. You were surprised you’d gotten this far with it. Not that you weren’t appreciative, your older brother had passed it down and it had relieved a huge weight—  and expense off of your shoulders. 

You tabbed into your school portal, typing in your credentials and selecting your English course. You sighed heavily, as you skimmed over the assignment for this week, something to do with a sonnet that you couldn’t care less about. You loved school but ever since becoming an English major, the spark that you once had for literature sort of just evaporated.

You couldn’t tell if it was because of how busy you were with everything else that you just couldn’t find the time to enjoy it, or the thought that really scared you, you had fallen out of love with it. 

It had been two years of go, go, go and you were, for lack of a better word, burnt out. You’d tried dropping courses last semester, thinking that you just needed a little bit of ease when it came to your course load, but when that didn’t solve the problem and only made things worse for you, you spent the last two semesters trying to catch up and get yourself to a place where you could finally breathe.

But it wasn’t easy. You were only now caught up to where you had been, the illusion that you were someone who could afford to take time off and slow down was a distant memory. 

In bold letters, the words Paid Internship jumped off of the screen. You smiled as you leaned in closer to the screen, making sure you read through everything correctly. This was the break above the surface that you needed, the reprieve that you had been chasing. A paid internship was exactly how you’d be able to make more money and maybe have a little breathing room before you worked yourself into an early grave.

You clicked the mail icon at the top and clicked into a new email, deciding that the worst-case scenario was that you wouldn’t get the internship. All you were doing was inquiring about the application process. Best-case scenario; you’d get it and make some extra pocket money. 

You saw the time, cursing under your breath as you slammed the laptop closed, grabbed your phone out of the charger and ran out of the door. You couldn’t be late, not again. You texted your co-worker Jeremy to open the shop without you and explained to him that you were running a few minutes late, as you barely made it to the bus. You climbed on board, scanned your student pass and found a seat near the back. Your chest was burning from the rush of trying to make it on time, but you could breathe easy now.

You checked your messages mindlessly, scrolling through a bunch of unread ones that you didn’t have the heart to answer. 

Before you knew it, the familiar monuments and buildings of UT Austin came into view, and the subtle change of scenery from downtown to a more densely packed area made your heart skip a beat. It was the same each time you were back on campus. Which, these days, was often. Sliding out of the seat, you made your way to the front, thanking the driver as the bus came to a complete stop. 

The coffee shop was only a short walk from the bus stop but even still you quickened your pace. You didn't want to leave Jeremy alone for long, you already felt bad enough about letting him open by himself. You stifled a yawn as you pushed open the door to the small cafe, leaning your body into the door, slightly cringing at the shrill sound of the bell. 

"There you are", a male voice called, making your head snap up. You wiggled your nose, the familiar timbre of your ex-boyfriend's voice ringing in your ears. "It's about time you got your ass down here". 

You snickered, shrugging your heavy bag off of your shoulder, and dropping it behind the counter, turning around and greeting him with an unamused smirk.

Jeremy and you had gone out for a few months last year, it was your first and, as of right now, the only short-term relationship that you'd had in college. 

Dating your co-worker, even in a relatively small place like the coffee shop on campus, almost always spelled trouble, but Jeremy was not the type to hold something like a failed relationship over your head. He understood that school was a priority for you and making a living for yourself came first, even above something like a relationship. It might not be the healthiest way to live, but it was how it always was. 

Jeremy and you had developed a fast friendship, one that went beyond the romantic relationship that you'd had last year. You parted amicably and now, you had someone you could confide in, someone you could trust. 

"Why don't you say that to my face?", you teased, raising a brow at him over the milk frother you were setting up. 

Jeremy threw his rag down and stalked over to you. "You're snippy this morning", he chided. 

You banged into his shoulder playfully, "Doesn't help that I have to see your ugly mug first thing in the morning". 

You snorted out a laugh and Jeremy looked at you, feigning defensiveness, "Ouch", he paused, returning back to his post near the coffee machine, "Remind me how we ever went out?". 

You scrunched your nose and threw your rag at Jeremy, hitting him square in the face with it, "That was rude". 

He shrugged his shoulder, "You started it".  

You both devolved into a fit of giggles and fell into a comfortable silence, setting up and getting the coffee shop ready for the day. You had a half-day shift to look forward to and then you had class until the late afternoon. The days were long and the nights were longer.

You usually found yourself nose-deep in your textbooks, more often than not, or some classic novel that was required for class, not moving from the couch until your eyes were red and you were seeing double. 

Only then did you retire to sleep, crashing hard until you had to wake up and do it all again the next day. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The coffee shop had been bustling with people since six in the morning, and at one in the afternoon, it hadn't let up, only now you had to go to class. Waving Jeremy goodbye, you sidestepped Tara, the fourth-year who was covering the rest of the afternoon and closing shift. 

You'd crossed the far side of campus, passing by the science building and one of the massive libraries that had acted like a second home to you back when you’d been studying for exams when you were a freshman. You could thank your obnoxious roommates for that one. 

Entering the lecture hall, bodies pressed into you as you weaved through the growing crowd, trying to find a spot in the middle where you could see and hear your English professor. But also blend in with the masses. As if the universe had other plans in mind, and everyone suddenly showed up to the Tuesday lecture all at the same time, you found yourself picking a seat near the front, an exasperated groan leaving you. 

You hated sitting at the front, not because you didn't want to get called on to answer something or because you didn't know the answers, but because you did. You wanted to get through your four years as quickly and unscathed as possible and if people knew, mainly professors, that you knew more about the subject matter than you needed to, you'd surely get called on more often, making you stick out in ways you didn't want. 

It was a terrible curse, going through life with the self-esteem that you did. But it was how you were raised. Blend in. Don't be too loud. Be quiet and only observe. Nerves rapped at your insides when you thought about getting called on when class started. Your heart rate ticked up and you found that your hands were beginning to get clammy, your throat constricting with each breath.

You rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, grounding yourself with the sensation of the material. 

With a jump, you sat up straighter in your seat, being jostled from your thoughts by a loud slam. You snapped your head toward the entrance, eying the person who had startled everyone. It was a man carrying a briefcase.

Your lips tilted up at the edges, amusement tickling you when you thought of anyone using a briefcase nowadays. But here this man was, head down as he made his way to the front of the room, toward the desk. 

You couldn't help keeping your eyes trained on him. On how his slacks tightened around his butt, moulding to the shape and curve of it. You bit your bottom lip out of reflex, your eyes dragging down the length of the mystery man who had crashed your lecture. Maybe he was a TA? Your brows furrowed when you thought about how your professor was nowhere in sight. 

The man with the briefcase placed his case on the desk, turning to face the audience of students who blinked back at him, who now settled down enough to hear him speak. Air caught in your throat when his eyes flicked momentarily to you, and lingered on you for half a second longer than you'd expected. He had massive, warm brown eyes, and soft wrinkles that danced at the edges of his eyes when he smiled, making him seem more boyish than he appeared.

He looked older than a TA would but then again, who were you to judge someone's position in life? You thought that his age did nothing to undermine just how attractive he was, if anything it added to it.  

The man, who may or may not have been moonlighting as your English TA cleared his throat, nodding his head, "My name is Joel, well, Professor Miller to most, but 've always been a little bit more informal than my peers". 

He began to circle the wooden desk nervously, his large hand finding the edge of it and stroking it far more sensually than necessary. You flexed your fingers, gripping the arm of your seat to stabilize yourself. "So, you can call me Joel from here on out... since we'll be seeing more of each other from now on". 

Murmurs began to break out around the lecture hall, and confused and hushed whispers followed. 

Professor Miller— Joel, mumbled something incoherent, and you were unable to hear it from where you sat. He cleared his throat again, "Professor McCarthy has taken a leave of absence, so I'll be filling in for him for the remainder of the semester". 

You crossed your legs, feeling heat rise and a furious blush break out across your face, and shuffled in your seat, a loud creak emitted from it and you stilled, praying that the loud sound had only been heard by you and no one else. But when you lifted your gaze, Joel's eyes were already locked on you, blown and brimming with cautious inquiry. A touch of a smirk graced his lips. 

"And I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you, personally". His eyes were still on you, not ready to release you from their hold. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you couldn't help but stare. You had every reason to look away from him, he was your professor and given the clear age difference, he was someone who was off limits. But when he didn't look away from you either, trapping you with his gaze, your face heated up, suddenly aware that he was purposely staring at you. 

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering as Joel's eyes finally drifted away from you and back to the faces of your classmates. He continued on with addressing the class, and you noticed that he avoided your eyes for the rest of the lecture. 

Only one thought rang through your mind as you tried and failed to focus back on the lecture. This was going to be one long semester. 

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. 

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it? 

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. 

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

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Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy offers Tommy a break from all the work and stress he's been dealing with lately. 

Word Count: 5,241

Notes: I decided to give these two a cute little moment because I've been very mean to them lately. Warnings for depictions of smut.

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Chapter 7: Respite

“Tommy?”

He didn’t notice Lucy where she was standing in the doorway to his office, nor did he hear her when she gently called his name twice. He was too hyper-focused on the small mountain of papers in front of him, battling back a headache from both stress and eyestrain. 

He did take notice, however, when she promptly pushed his chair back from his desk and plopped down definitively in his lap, her arms around his neck.

“Wha-”

“Thomas,” she said, with a sternness that was greatly undercut by the fond amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re ignoring me.”

His hands settled on her waist of their own accord. “Sorry,” blinking, his eyes darted to the door that she’d left ajar, brow furrowing at the realization that the betting shop was empty and mostly dark. They were the only people still there.

Fucking hell, where had the time gone?

Lucy’s fingertips trailed up and down the nape of his neck to draw his attention back to her, red-painted lips quirking into a tiny smile.

“Did you need something?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow, leaning back to pluck up the paper he’d been looking over. 

“These aren’t due until next week,” she commented.

“Yes, but, I figured I ought to get a head start–”

“They can keep ‘til tomorrow,” she set it down at the top of the stack of paperwork. “It’s late,” she gave him a look, green eyes sharpening. “And I know you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Love…”

“C’mon,” she hopped up off of his lap, grabbing his hand and giving him a tug. “Otherwise we’re going to miss it.”

“Miss what?”

She shot him an amused, mischievous look. Like she knew some big secret that he didn’t. She gave him another tug.

“C’mon.”

He looked over the work still piled on his desk conflictingly, the stubborn part of his brain tempted to just insist on staying until the stack of papers had been reduced.

“Tommy,” Lucy said, a little more assertively. He looked at her apologetically.

“These need to get done, love…”

“And they will. Tomorrow. I’ll help you, alright?” she took a step towards him, cupping both his cheeks and tilting his head up. She widened her already enormous green eyes a little, pouting in that way that they both knew would get him to do just about anything that she asked of him. “Please, Tommy? I put a lot of work into this, and if you spoil it, I will be very cross with you.”

He could feel a fond smile threatening to pull at his lips despite his workaholic tendencies urging him to stay at the desk. Raising an eyebrow, he wrapped his arms around her waist, interest piqued. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”

She smiled, shaking her head, sliding his glasses gingerly off of his face, folding and placing them onto his desk. This time, when she took a step back and tugged on his hand, he let her pull him from his chair. 

She guided him to the green double doors, only slightly ajar, faint, flickering light bleeding in through the other side. One of the doors pushed open with a creak when Lucy nudged it, and he was greeted with the kitchen, lit only by the dim, twitching lights of dozens of lit candles. A vase of blooming red roses was set upon the counter. In the center of the stable, surrounded by little plates and bowels piled high with bits of bread, apples, carrots, shrimp, and roasted potatoes, was a steaming fondue pot filled with melted cheese. Lucy let go of his hand, bustling over to it and giving the cheese a gentle stir. Tommy stared at her with wide eyes, lips partially parted. She looked over her shoulder at him and smirked at what he assumed was a rather gobsmacked look on his face. 

“When…”

“You were so sucked into your work, you didn’t even notice when I burned the first batch,” she cringed lightly. “This thing is kind of finicky.” 

“I didn’t even know we had a fondue pot.”

“We don’t. I traded with Ada for it.”

“Traded what?”

“I let her take Charlie for the evening.”

“You traded our child for a bowl of melted cheese?” he chuckled, even as he let her herd him into a seat. 

“Just for the night! Besides, she missed him.”

He hummed. Ada had gotten close to Charlie when she’d come to live at Arrow House to help with him right after Grace had died. 

Lucy sat down in the seat next to him, dividing out the fondue forks between them while Tommy took in the spread before him. She had to have put some effort into this. 

“Lucy…” he said, baffled as to what could possibly have precipitated her to do something like this. “Why…”

She shot him a mischievous look from over where she was skewering a bit of bread onto her fork. Like she knew some big secret that he didn’t. “You’re not the only one who can be spontaneously romantic, you know.”

He snorted, still sensing that she wasn’t entirely telling him everything, but decided to let it go, at least for the moment. 

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” he said, fiddling with a slice of apple before stabbing it with his fondue fork, dipping it carefully into the fondue, rotating it to make sure it was covered as much as possible in the melted cheese. Lucy shrugged. 

“I figured that we deserved something nice. After all the shit lately.”

He blew on the apple before popping it into his mouth. The cheese was warm and gooey, a sharpness in it that mixed well with the sweetness from the apple. He skewered a piece of potato next. 

“It’s good,” he complimented, and Lucy looked down at her plate bashfully. She was a decent cook. Nothing too fancy, but so long as she had a recipe to follow or was making one of the dishes her mother had taught her to make, she could do a damn good job. “Thank you,” he rubbed at his face, shooting her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s all a madhouse at the moment…”

“You don’t have to apologize. We’re fine. Don’t worry.”

He rubbed his hand up and down her arm, leaning forward to kiss her once softly on the lips, tilting his head up to peck her forehead. Lucy leaned into him with a happy little sound, and he had no choice really but to kiss her again, adding the slow stroke of his tongue into the mix this time. 

Lucy laughed against his lips, pulling back with her smile pulling at her cheeks. “Don’t think you’re getting out of eating more than a few bites, Shelby,” she narrowed her eyes at his innocent expression. “I know your tricks. And if you make me finish this whole spread by myself, I will be sick for a week.”

Wetting his lips with a mischievous grin, he turned his head, and promptly ate the carrot dripping with cheese from her fondue fork.

“Oi!”

“What?” he asked, still innocent as a newborn deer, wiping cheese from his lip. “You said that you wanted me to eat.”

“Mm, bastard,” she said with a fond shake of her head. Scooting his chair closer to hers so he could wrap and arm around her shoulders, he dipped a piece of bread into the fondue pot. Twirling it to break off the strings cheese attempting to cling to it, he held it out to her. Lucy bit it off of the fork ravenously, and he tried very hard to ignore the way she left a small streak of bright red lipstick against the gleaming silver of the fork. Definitely not thinking about how she would leave traces of lipstick on other things that she could have in her mouth. 

He swiped a stray bit of melted cheese from the corner of her lips, smiling softly to himself, and kissed her again. 

In the soft, flicking candlelight, they fed each other food from one other’s forks, laughing softly when warm cheese dripped onto chins, talking about everything and nothing in equal measure. They finished off dinner by feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries, and when he kissed her again, her lips were sweet with the lingering juice of them, and he was half tempted to just pick her up then and there and carry her upstairs to bed, leaving the clean up for the morning.

Some of the tension he’d been carrying in his neck and shoulders had dissipated, and he felt lighter; more relaxed and at ease. Perhaps he’d needed a respite from everything more than he’d actually thought. 

Between the two of them, it didn’t take all that long to clean up. Lucy kept glancing at the clock, as if expecting something. It was almost midnight.  

Tommy found himself greatly wishing that they had a working gramophone somewhere in the house. 

Fuck it, he decided, watching her wipe her damp hands on a rag. She laughed when he pulled her into his arms, entwining their fingers with one hand while the other rested on her waist.

“Tommy! I’ll step on your toes…” she warned, even as she giggled and let him sway her. 

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, dropping his lips to her forehead. “Thank you for this,” he murmured into her skin. Lucy leaned back, giving him a fond, mildly amused look. 

With a giggle, she wrapped her arms around his neck, gently pulling his head down until it was closer to hers, their foreheads touching and breaths mingling. “You really don’t remember what day it is, do you?”

He froze, immediate panic washed over him, mind spinning into overdrive, trying to remember any important dates. Her birthday? No, that was at the end of April. Their anniversary? No…

There was a minor ruckus going on outside, people on the streets hooting and hollering in celebration of something. 

Lucy chuckled, pulling him down before he could continue panicking over what important event he’d forgotten about, pressing their mouths firmly against one another. 

He kissed her back, hand cradling the back of her head to his. Her hand slid up, cupping the side of his face while her lips parted against his, allowing his tongue to stroke across hers. She hummed softly against his mouth, smiling into the kiss when he pulled her closer, flush against him. The soft press of the swell of her breasts against his chest, and the warm curve of her hip under one of his hands, had him stirring in his trousers.  

She broke the kiss with a smile, both hands cradling his face, their foreheads touching. Her huge, forest green eyes gazed up at him affectionately. Filled with so much love it almost bowled him over. 

“Happy New Year’s, Tommy.”

He blinked, once, processing. Then, “oh.”

She laughed, kissing him again before he could respond.

“I’m sorry,” he said, the second they had parted. “I didn’t–”

“Oh, shush,” Lucy just giggled. “I almost forgot about it too. I wouldn’t have remembered if Ada didn’t remind me,” she looped both arms around his neck, biting her lip. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He buried his face–cheeks already warming–into her neck. “Shut up.”

She just laughed again, squeezing him tighter to her. “For the record, I would have done this whether it was New Year’s or not. We needed the break.”

Tommy hummed in agreement, heart fluttering at her thoughtfulness. She was always so good to him. Far better than he ever deserved. 

With his face pressed into her neck, the intoxicating scent of the rose perfume she almost always wore filled his senses. His hands smoothed down her sides before wrapping around her waist, mouth angling to start pressing kisses into the soft skin of her neck. Lucy shivered, arms pulling him closer, head tilting back to give him better access.   

“Happy New Year’s,” he mumbled, once he’d worked his way up to her ear, and though he could not see it, he knew that she was smiling, fingers stroking at the nape of his neck. Raising his head, he kissed her again, taking firm hold of her waist and lifting her up onto his hips. She wrapped her legs around him immediately, this a familiar routine between them. 

Tommy groaned when she nipped playfully at his bottom lip, fingers smoothing through his hair and pleasantly scratching against his scalp.

He carried her over to the couch in the front room, her hands busying themselves pulling open the buttons on her shirt, letting it flutter in a pool of white fabric to the floor. Her bra soon followed, and then he was laying her down on the old, worn sofa, crawling on top of her with his arms braced on either side of her head while they kissed.    

“Let’s ring in the new year, eh?” he husked, taking great pleasure in the way her pupils dilated at the sound of his voice. He kissed her hungrily again, groaning into her mouth at the feel of her bare breasts pressing against his chest. He helped her to devest himself of his upper layers, tossing them to the floor. His cock throbbed in his trousers, growing harder with each passing moment, with each press of their lips or caress of her small hands across his newly revealed skin. 

He needed her more than air; more than anything in the entire fucking world. 

Her thighs were already parted for him, spread wide with his body slotted between them. Cradling the side of her head with one hand, he ran the other up her body, cupping one of her full breasts. Lucy hummed, back arching into his hand when he ran his thumb across her nipple before giving it a light pinch, feeling the bud grow harder. Her fingers raked through his hair, down his back, likely leaving very light red scratches in their wake. Then she was squeezing at his biceps, before dropping both hands to run down his chest. Tommy broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to look at her, their foreheads still touching while their breaths mingled. 

Her dark red hair was fanned out across the arm of the couch, curls tousled into a fiery halo around her head. Her fair, freckled cheeks were flushed an adorable rosy pink, full lips parted, swollen and red from his kisses. Big green eyes, the shade of dark moss, stared up at him, pupils dilated so that there was but a sliver of green encircling them.

Tommy stroked her cheek tenderly, fingers brushing along the shape of her cheekbone. She was breathtaking.

Movements slow and deliberate, he kissed her cheek, then her jaw, then down her neck. She sighed, a sweet, heartbeat-skipping sound, and tangled her fingers into his hair. Tommy worked his way along her shoulder, stopping at where the first scar marked her chest, paying specific attention to caressing his lips across it. 

He’d kissed each and every one of her scars, faded in the years that had passed since they’d first been imprinted onto her body, more times than he could count. And he’d do it again and again.

He felt Lucy shiver at the sensation of his mouth on the sensitive flesh, and his arms coiled around her in response, hugging her tighter to him, taking note of her reactions to ensure that she wasn’t growing anxious. Sometimes it happened, bad memories springing up outside of her control. But tonight, she remained relaxed in his arms.

His face shifted lower, lips working their way up the swell of one of her breasts, tongue darting out to circle her nipple when he finally made his way to the apex. His hand continued to tease the other one, and Lucy’s fingers squeezed in his hair in encouragement when he wrapped his lips around her hardened pink nipple and began to suck. 

Her reaction was delicious; a soft moan leaving her lips while her back arched, pushing her chest even more into his face. Her head tipped back, eyes closing, and her legs, strong from years of horseback riding and patrolling the streets of Birmingham, cinched around him. Tommy mused to himself that, if he had to pick a way to die, it would be like this: clutched tight between Lucy Winters’s legs, watching her face contort with pleasure. 

He sucked a moment more on her nipple, particularly enjoying the shudder that went through her whole body when he scraped his teeth against it, then switched sides. Didn’t want the other breast to feel left out, after all. 

Between his legs, his cock throbbed with impatience, growing a little uncomfortable where it was still trapped in the confines of his underwear and trousers. And while he chose to ignore it for the moment, he did resume his descent down her body, mindful to kiss the scars on her stomach as he went. 

Her belt jangled a little as he undid it, loosening it just enough so that he could get at the fastening of her trousers and pull them, along with her knickers, down her legs. She kicked them off, and he caught both her thighs in his palms, hooking them over his shoulders. Licking his lips, he lowered his face to between her legs, smirking at her when he caught her propping herself up onto her elbows to watch him. His nose trailed delicately through the coarse red hair between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her musk before moving lower.   

Using two fingers, he parted her labia, and licked a stripe up from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. Lucy moaned, thighs twitching a little, and he smirked again, this time just to himself.

She was already good and wet for him, sweet as the strawberries they had eaten earlier. He lapped at her hungrily, eager for everything she had to give him. He let her hand in his hair help steer him as she pleased, guiding the pace and location of his touches. 

When he slowly slipped a finger inside of her, he swallowed hard at the tight squeeze of her walls around him, cock twitching with the hope that it would soon be replacing his finger within her. All it took was a few pumps of his finger and swipes of his tongue on her clit to have her relaxing even more, opening up wider for him with a fresh gush of arousal. Her moans were soft, hips shifting to push closer to his mouth, and he thought that he could listen to her make those pretty sounds forever. 

He added another finger, crooking them slightly so the pads of his fingertips were stroking along the spot inside her that he knew made her voice raise in pitch. And was rewarded with just that, plus a light tremble in the hand still curled in his hair, pushing his face deeper into her pussy. 

Fucking hell, if she suffocated him there, he would die happy.     

Tommy doubled his efforts, purring at how she tightened around him, how her voice broke on a cry of his name, begging him not to stop. 

As if he would ever want to. 

That he still had her, after everything, that she had stayed…it amazed him. She could have just about anyone she wanted, and yet she was still with him. Loyal to a fault. Loving him with every beat of her huge heart. Tommy could not even begin to fathom why she was still with him at all. But he was grateful that she was.

So fucking grateful. 

Lucy came around his fingers with a cry of his name, hips grinding against his mouth, babbling out praises that made his cock throb painfully in his trousers as he drank up all she had to offer, tongue darting out to taste the sweetness rushing from around his fingers. She slumped back against the couch, and when he looked up, he was met with quite the sight: her chest heaving, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin, green eyes staring down at him dazedly. 

With a small smile, he returned to cleaning her up with gentle kitten licks, easily her down carefully from her high, cleaning off his fingers after he gingerly pulled them from her opening. 

“Tommy,” Lucy croaked, the hand that a moment ago had been clenched in his hair stroking the top of his hair, the other reaching out to him. “Tommy, come here.”

He let her draw him back on top of her, bracing his weight on his elbows to avoid crushing her. Despite her constant assurances, he never had been able to entirely shake the fear that he would accidentally hurt her. She was so tiny; it wouldn’t be hard to do so. 

Her cool fingertips caressed his face, and he couldn’t help but lean into her touch, a sound like a purr rumbling unconsciously from his chest. She always had that effect on him; turning him into practical mushy goo under her hands.

Angling her head up, she kissed him softly. He parted his lips to hers, letting her set the pace as her tongue dipped into his mouth. His cock was throbbing desperately, and the simple action of lightly rubbing his bulge against her was enough to have him gasping into her mouth. 

“More?” he asked, needing to check before pushing things any further. He could always just finish off with his hand if she was too tired to keep going. 

But Lucy nodded vigorously, pulling his mouth back down to hers, hands running down his chest, trailing through the line of hair leading from his navel to dip beneath the waistband of his trousers. 

“Yes.”

He moaned as she cupped him in her hand through the fabric, hips pushing into her hand. It took some fumbling and shifting of his hips to get his belt loosened and shimmy out of his trousers and boxers, and then he was bare against her, Lucy’s small hand immediately wrapping around his swollen erection, his hips thrusting into her palm.  

He was positively aching, cock heavy and thick between his legs. The gentle rub of her hand only soothed the throb of desire a little, his throat suddenly very dry, a shudder running along his spine when she smeared the oozing precum from the tip with her thumb, letting it help slicken her movements. She angled her face to kiss him again, legs hitching up around his waist, and he let her pull him in closer. 

He would have let her absorb him into her entire being, had it been possible.

He stared into her face as she guided him to her entrance, not even bothering to try to hide his desperation for her. He’d never needed to hide what he actually thought or felt when it came to Lucy. Never needed to perform. For some unfathomable reason, she loved him just the way he was. 

“Tom,” she whispered, hand going to his shoulder as the tip of his cock penetrated her. He grunted at the tight wetness, warmth surrounding him as he slowly sheathed himself inside of her. The uneven, shaky gasp she let out once he was seated in her fully had his eyes–he hadn’t even realized he’d closed them–opening to fix on her and check to make sure that she was alright. 

She looked back at him with heavy-lidded eyes in which he saw nothing but desire, pleasure, and love. Her lips were parted with her breaths, and she reached out to cup the side of his face, thumb gently stroking. That, combined with the arm she had wrapped around his shoulder, and her thoughtful actions from earlier in the evening, had his heart suddenly growing tight in his chest, a lump forming in his throat. 

His Lucy always made him feel so loved. Even when he didn’t deserve it.

As if reading his mind, she cocked her head a little, kissing him fully on the lips quickly, then between his brows. 

“Okay?” she asked, thumb still stroking his cheek. Tommy wetted his lips, raising one hand to cover hers where it rested on his face. 

“Yeah,” it came out as a hoarse whisper. She kissed him again, and when they parted, this time, she smiled at him tenderly. 

“I love you,” she murmured, and he almost burst into tears right there in her arms. His heart felt like it might burst with the scope of his love and affection for her.

She really was his favorite person in the world.

“I love you too,” it didn’t feel like enough, when it came to expressing the depth of his feelings for her. They were entangled; one being split into two bodies. He was not sure if he really believed in soulmates; but he did know that she was the love of his life.

Lucy swept a few tendrils of dark hair that had flopped forward out of his eyes, the smile on her face telling him that she knew everything he wanted to say without him needing to utter a word. He kissed her again, this time soft and deep, and started to move slowly within her. 

She moaned sweetly into his mouth, hand squeezing his shoulder as he drew out until only the tip remained inside her, then pushed back in until his balls slapped audibly against her skin.  

He set a steady pace, Lucy’s hips raising to meet his on every thrust. He continued to kiss her, open mouthed and hungry, eagerly consuming each of her lovely sounds while gifting her his own. Aiming himself purposefully, he ensured that each long stroke of his cock was rubbing right against her g-spot, pubic bone gliding against her clit. Lucy’s fingers tightened against his shoulder, likely leaving little crescent marks in their wake. The thought made him groan deeply; the idea of her marking him had always done it for him. 

With one hand, he cupped her breast, teasing and lightly pinching her nipple, and she gasped out, walls tightening around him, and he felt the pleasure shooting through his cock intensify. 

She was soft and sweet under his hands, and when he broke from kissing her for a moment to just look down into her face, his breath caught at the sight of those giant green orbs staring back at him, half lidded with lust, but glimmering affectionately. Her legs tightened around his waist, as if trying to bring him in even closer to her somehow. As if they weren’t already as physically close as it was possible for two people to be. 

Her face shifted on a particularly deep thrust, head tipping back slightly and a sigh leaving her lips. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, clutching around his cock like a vice. And she was so warm and wet, it was making his head feel fuzzy. 

“Close, Tommy,” she warned, even though she didn’t have to; he could read her body like a goddamn book. 

He doubled his efforts, letting go of her breast to reach down and circle his thumb around her clit, just in the way that he knew she liked it. Slow and lazy. She whined, eyes scrunching closed as her face started to be overtaken by pleasure, and he had no choice really but to kiss her.

He felt her walls clamp down around him hard, and then she was coming around him hotly, legs spasming around him, moans coming from somewhere low in her chest. 

Tommy groaned. Few things were as good to him as making Lucy come. Her entire body responded to it, back arching, eyes closing, hands scrabbling for purchase on his back or shoulders, legs tightening and jerking around his hips, cunt squeezing him so tight it felt like she was trying to pull his very soul from him.

He continued to fuck her through it, prolonging her high while chasing his own. He was intimately aware of just how heavy and full his balls felt, aching to spill inside of her. A twitch went through his cock, and they tightened. Tommy groaned, pace picking up. 

Lucy broke their kiss, peppering her lips across his cheekbone and finding his ear. He shivered at the brush of them against the lobe. 

“Are you going to come for me, Tommy?” she asked sweetly, and his eyes widened. Normally he was the one with more of a proclivity for whispering dirty things into her ear.

“Always so good to me; always take such good care of me,” she continued to croon, voice an octave lower than normal, and he groaned weakly, a tingling starting at the base of his spine. “You feel so good. So big.”

“Ah…” he grunted, body jerking, cock twitching hard at that, then swelling.

“I love you so much…”

He cried out; it might’ve been a curse, might’ve been her name, it was impossible for him to know. Any higher functioning he’d been capable of flew right out of his head, jaw going lax and hips sheathing himself all the way in and stilling as the first pulse of his orgasm rocketed through him. 

His balls tightened with each large load of seed, cock throbbing as it pushed it out of him and into her. He groaned weakly, emptying himself deep inside of her.  

Fucking hell, she always made him come so hard. 

When it was over, he slumped down on top of her, still being mindful to not put the entirety of his weight on her. His arms went around Lucy’s waist, head pillowing itself on her chest, still rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She was stroking at his hair while hugging him to her, a few kisses pressed into the crown of his head. 

Neither of them said anything for a long while. They didn’t need to. Instead, they just basked in the afterglow, warm and comfortable wrapped up in one another. 

Finally, once his eyelids started to grow heavy, Tommy raised himself up slightly. It would do no good to fall asleep here, both for the sake of their backs, and because the likelihood of a family member waltzing in through the front door in the morning and finding them naked on the couch was not out of the realm of possibility. 

Lucy blinked up at him, cheeks still a little rosy, expression sleepy and satisfied. “What?” she asked with a quiet laugh, when he just stared at her.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, touching her cheek, which flared red under his hand. Her eyes darted down, bashful.

“No…”

“Oi,” he scolded lightly, hooking his fingers under her chin and angling her head up until she looked at him. “You are,” he insisted, leaving no room for argument in his voice, kissing her forehead. “You are.”

“You’re a softy.”

“Mm,” he hummed in mild agreement, pecking her lips. “Don’t tell anyone.”

She just laughed, then shrieked lightly in surprise and joy when he pulled out of her and stood up, bending and scooping her up into his arms bridal style and carrying her towards the stairs and to bed. 

For a moment, nothing outside of the two of them existed. Not the vendetta. Not his family. Not even Birmingham. It was just them. Happy. 

But nothing lasts forever. 

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Presents

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta'd.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“.... What’s in these boxes Captain? New gadgets for the mission?” Soap stared at the boxes his Captain sat down on the desk.

“Christmas Presents.” Price grumbled. He pushed one box each in front of Soap and Gaz, two towards Ghost.

Soap frowned. “It’s only October. Not even time for Christmas shopping yet.” he lifted the box up, trying to rattle it. “Jesus hell, it's a bit heavy.” 

“Hum. Mine is a bit lighter, and sounds like there are things rolling around..” Gaz mumbled.

“Blame my wife. She insisted you boys have the presents early as we wouldn’t be around for the festive season.”  

Price loves his wife. He tried to keep her a secret as long as possible but the big gossiper of Ghost “accidently” let it slip about her existence and cue the two nosy boys immediately went and hunted her down in the infirmary. He was actually quite surprised as smart as Gaz and Soap are, it took them this long to catch on, even seeing you and their child during Simon’s wedding. 

Gaz and soap peeked into the infirmary, currently void of any patient, and saw you sitting in the corner, sipping on a cup of coffee while shuffling through patient notes.

Hearing the creak of the door, you saw the two men trying to push each other into the room. “Hello, I see you two have found me.” Chuckling as you wave at them to come and take a seat as you push your laptop and paper works aside. “What can I do for you? Did my husband send you two out to drag me out from here?”

“We just want to see the person who beated some sense into our Captain.” Gaz elbowed Soap as he blurted out. Two of them proceeded to bombard you with all sorts of questions. How did you two meet? Who asks who out? How old is the kid? You patiently answered all their questions, trying to satisfy their curiosity. You two “officially”met during the Amsterdam mission, Price asked you out (surprisingly), little Kyle is turning ten soon, a football fanatic just like his father. 

Everything slowly became clearer to Gaz, the amused smile his Captain showed, when he introduced himself during the Piccadilly. 

The occasional sad smile when his Captain checks his private phone during their long mission away. 

The eagerness when they unexpectedly complete the mission and get to return back to the UK early.

He was eager to return to his family. To you and his young son. 

Three of them had a good chatting session afterward. They found out you have been in the SAS longer than both of them, they are really surprised they haven’t really noticed you around, even with the amount of times the men have been in and out of the infirmary or on mission.

“Remember what my call sign is? Chameleon. I am very good at blending in,unnoticed.” She explained with a little smile. 

You seem to be a very quiet but determined person. Gaz and Soap can see the resemblance in personality in both of you and Price. No wonder Price has fallen for you. He thought. Someone who is just a workaholic but devoted to each other. 

Ghost’s brow went up a bit when he opened his box, Gaz looked over, a skull shaped soap dispenser?? And two little cute animal soap dispensers in there. 

“She meant to give that to you when we moved.” Price shrugged as he lit up a cigar, a smirk on his face. “The other box is for Mini. Those two little dispensers are for Tiny and Aileen.” 

“WHY IS THIS BOX FULL OF SOAP?” Soap cried, he sniffed himself. “Do I stink? Is she trying to say I stink? Oh Gosh Emma never told me I stink…”

Gaz opened up the lid of the box, in there he found a few fancy looking hand-made soaps,

“Soap… I got a few blocks of it too, don't worry. Seems she thinks both of us stink equally.” Gaz laughed. Underneath the blocks of soap, he also found a new set of knitting needles, crochet hooks and different colour yarns, You remembered, to Gaz’s surprise, during that initial conversation he mentioned to you his side hobbies are knitting and crocheting, crafty skill he learnt from his grandmother, which he found soothing and meditative to get his mind away from the bloodshed. Pulling out the yarns, he noticed right at the bottom there is also a little booklet of patterns for …. Baby clothes? 

Gaz frowned. He’s not expecting any babies. He doesn’t even have a partner! What are you trying….OH.

Turning towards Price. “.... are you two expecting?” He asked. 

Turning his head away from watching Soap’s self-wallowing and Ghost quietly happy with his little gag  present, Price slowly turned and looked at Gaz, he could see confusion in his Captain’s eyes.

“ What made you say that?”

Gaz holds up the book.

“..... are you not telling me something Gaz?” Price’s eyes narrowed, throwing the question back at him.

“Captain, you know I definitely don’t have anyone in my life at the moment. And I DEFINITELY did not knock anyone up.”

Price went all quiet. Gaz could see him trying to process the information. 

All of sudden, he stood up, startling all three of them and marched out of the office, towards the infirmary. 

“....what is going on?” Soap looked at Gaz, and back to Ghost. 

“ I think he just got a pleasant surprise gift himself too.” 

Moments later, they could hear your scream,followed by you insisting your husband to put you back down, to everyone’s jaw dropping and stares as Price bridal carried you out of the infirmary, along the corridor, heading towards the front gate, trying to get you home to rest. 

The day the whole barrack finally realised Captain John Price and you are actually married to each other. 

Sorry @captainpriceslover, as with all my stories, it takes turn unexpectly as I write them :P

@tapioca-marzipan @floral-force (mutton chop no. 6 :) )

[pettypartypooper]

! han jisung fic recommendation ¡

other members fic recommendation lists

s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst

drabble [s] by @planet-dusk

summary: dom!jisung

cinderella [f,s] by @j-0ne25 (as a part of christmas evel series)

word count: 6.2k

summary: after your father’s death you’re made to play your evil stepmother’s servant. your life seems overall helpless, until you find three magical hazelnuts

given [s] by @tasteleeknow

word count: 4.5k

summary: you seduced them and took their souls, damning them to a tortured afterlife. you weren’t used to them begging for it

prove it [s] by @ksmins

word count: 1.1k

summary: you know exactly how to drive jisung crazy in order for him to give you what you want

scarlet letter [s] by @charmercharm3r

word count: 4k

summary: night owl workaholic boyfriend, needy horny girlfriend. what else needs to be said?

insomnia [f,s] by @hardstraykidshours

word count: 1.3k

summary: jisung's a bit of a night owl, and he wants to show a little extra affection when he finally goes to bed tonight

open 24 hours [f,s] by @setsugekka

word count: 4.5k

summary: the little store just below doesn’t have much to offer beyond stale chips and lukewarm drinks, but the guy who works there more than makes up for it

drabble [s] by @linosslut

summary: lazy make out session with han

drabble [s] by @comet-falls

drabble [s] by @chvnnie

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all night (lee know, han jisung) [s] by @j-0ne25

word count: 3.7k

summary: there’s three things minho prefers: 1) getting drunk with his best friends instead of attending a lame frat party, 2) playing truth or dare instead of admitting his true feelings by speaking them out loud, 3) allowing jisung to make you feel good instead of having you all to himself

chill [s,f] by j-0ne25

word count: 6.4k

summary: between university stress and additional shifts at your job, there’s one more factor that’s getting on your nerves the most – han jisung, your obnoxiously loud, absolutely lazy and annoyingly attractive roommate

nerd!jisung drabble [s] by @comet-falls

urge [s] by @hwajin

pussy drunk ji thoughts [s] by @lix-ables

host requested: han jisung from one night at the back door series [s] by @cb97percent

word count: 4.7k

experiment failed...? [s] by @skz-hell

word count: 6.3k

strawberries ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @tasteleeknow

word count: 5k

summary: your boyfriend catches his best friend moaning your name

start of the movie [s] by @charmercharm3r

word count: 4.7k

summary: everything with him feels so fast, but so right

drabble [s] by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

drabble [s] by @inkybird

drabble [s] by @inkybird

get spotlight (bang chan, seo changbin, Han jisung) [s] by @hwajin

word count: 3.8k

you tasted just like this strawberry latte [s] by @straylightdream

word count: 5.6k

summary: you’re the only girl i would leave with and willingly let changbin use my room to fuck someone all night

hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-dusk

word count: 1.5k

summary: “not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum”

drabble ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @stvckwithaphobia

[11:36] ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @bbyquokka

word count: 1.3k

meet odd [f] by @soobnny

word count: 2.3k

summary: you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

don’t be a stranger. part 2 to meet odd by [f] by soobnny

word count: 4.3k

summary: you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and you’re offering that i sleep at yours for the night?

other members fic recommendation lists

[danpuff-ao3]

@hprecfest 2/3: Days 11-20

Day 11: a dark fic

The Dreams We Forget (Are Those We Most Regret)

by Serpenscript. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,738. Rape/non-con. Forced infidelity. Obliviation. Mindfuck. Angst. Fairytale. Angst. 

Once a month, Harry Potter is summoned to the Ministry for personal Auror training. Afterwords, he never remembers what he learned….but he dreams of empty eyes and black hair.

It’s sad, it’s dark, it’s fucky, I love it.

Day 12: a WIP you're following

The Afterlight

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 45,661 (as of chapter 6). 

After surviving the Battle of Hogwarts, a long convalescence, and a short trial, Snape walks free and promptly vanishes from Wizarding society. Six years pass before he shows his face again. A lot can change in six years, and a romantically disillusioned and inebriated Harry hits Snape up for a friends-with-benefits arrangement. After all, they share an experience most people have never had: they both know what it’s like to be dead. Their liaison works surprisingly well until Harry’s reckless behaviour as an Auror leads to unethical practices and personal calamities, and things start to fall apart.

Listen, I don’t read many WIPs (I’ve been burned many times in the past), but PI???? I can’t stay away from a PI fic. I’m so obsessed already. I was SOOO hooked from the start. It’s AMAZING. Snarry done just how I like it!

Day 13: a fic over 100k

Nights of Gethsemane

by starcrossed. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 363,198. Dark. Angst. Torture. Rape/non-con. 

Harry is a prisoner of the Dark Lord and Snape, his prison guard. Completely cut off from the outside world, Harry struggles to hold himself intact as he is forced to rely on Snape for everything. Yet Snape may not be all that he appears….

This is one of the fics I’ve read most over the years. I cannot start this fic and pause while reading it, despite the length. If I’m going to read this fic, I’m going to INHALE it. 

The link above is AO3, since most people will prefer it, but I originally read it on LJ and recommend reading it there instead (the AO3 version has some formatting issues in places. I don’t think it’s egregious, but worth note). 

It’s also worth noting how friggin’ COOL this is. One, I love how true to Harry’s POV this fic is and what a very thoughtful consideration for his voice, as a teenager in a dire situation. It’s interesting how the story is told from such a limited POV, to then move onto the companion piece (Invictus) which tells the same story from Severus’ perspective. Then to read both side by side and see where they misunderstood one another, or made assumptions, or how they each viewed a situation differently, etc. This concept is one I love and what inspired me to do similar with my fics Contempt and Devotion! 

Livejournal Links: Nights of Gethsemane, Invictus, Release of Sisyphus

Day 14: a favorite series

Needs Must

by silvereye5 (@silvereye5). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 115,891 (incomplete). Works: 3. 

After Ginny Potter dies suddenly, Severus Snape is among those called in to help Potter juggle his new reality. As the other helpers fade away, a desperate and penniless Severus agrees to become the regular caregiver to Potter’s three young children. But Severus finds that the Potter household is not the sunshine and roses he’d imagined.

So many good ones out there, but it has to be this one! Deliciously angsty. A kidfic (which I’m a sucker for). Best of all is how imperfect Harry is in this story. So often I read about a soft and impossibly good Harry, so it’s good to see him as a bit of a mess and a workaholic, and his own flaws being showcased just as much as Severus’. I’m obsessed with it!

So it is

by Threadbear (@ogthreadbear). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 8,291. Works: 4. Background Harry/Ginny.

Harry Potter was getting married tomorrow. He was thrilled.

This series has so much I love. The infidelity, the angst! The breeding kink. The intensity and passion and hurt of it all. The mess of it. It aches so beautifully and I love it.

Day 15: the most recent fic you bookmarked

For I Have Found Salvation

by lumosatnight (@lumosatnight). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,117. Priest Severus. Muggle AU. Written for Snarry Auctoberfest 2023. 

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

Super spicy. Super sacrilegious. I’m still obsessed. Also seeing the gift notification on this one MADE MY DAY.

Day 16: a fic that made you laugh

Spy Glass

by suitesamba (@suitesamba). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 18,135. Spying. Voyeurism. Humor.

England wants to insure star Seeker Harry Potter and his fabulous broom. Enter Severus Snape, wizarding investigator extraordinaire, ready to calculate risk and assess value. Tailing Harry Potter turns out to be the job of his dreams, though he wishes it could be done without the disguise. A tale of a man’s obsession, another man’s obsession, and a heartwarming ending where everyone ultimately gets what they want – or what they need.

This fic is such a good time.

Old Dogs and New Tricks

by youcantseeus. Draco/Sirius. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Humor.

Draco isn’t gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.

This is my favorite Drarius fic! It’s funny. Draco’s voice is great. 10/10. What a good time this is.

Day 17: a fic that made you cry

Loose Ends

by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 9,865. Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings. Heavy angst. Dark. Trauma. Mystery. Psychological horror.

I love you, Severus wants to say. But the timing is never right. 

DAMN YOU, ARRISHA. (But also ily.) If you’re gonna let anyone wreck your heart and soul, let her do it.

Day 18: a fairy-tale inspired fic

Red as Blood

by Likelightinglass (@likelightinglass). Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 9,942. Vampires. Fairytale retellings. True Love. Snow White.

Once upon a time there was a strange and magical land. One filled with ordinary villages and ordinary people, a dark and forbidding Forest, and a castle shrouded in mist. In the castle lived an Evil King, whose court of Death Eaters did his evil bidding. And there was a curse. There was a curse, and a magic mirror, and a boy as white as snow. But first, there was a Huntsman.

I'm such a sucker for fairytale fics, and this was the first one that jumped to mind. Such a lovely story! I remember one year I read it during a hurricane when our power was out. I was worried about my Kindle battery draining, but I couldn't put it down!

Day 19: fic with the hottest smut

Warm

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 11,323. 

Severus still suffers the after-effects of Nagini’s venom, especially in winter. Harry knows just how to warm him up.

This might be my favorite established relationship fic ever. Not to mention, like??? Bottom!Snape?? And rimming???? And just????? Everything???? Sorry, fic too hot, brain no work. OBSESSED.

Day 20: a fic rated G

Lilac

by emeraldlove (@givereadersahug). Harry/Severus. Rated: G. Words: 1,366. Humor. Crack. Curses. Love Confessions. 

“You’re cursed,” declared Hermione. She dropped several books onto the table, scattering the flowers lying about, and took a seat. There were petals on the table and on the floor — especially on, above, under, and surrounding Harry.

It’s funny. It’s cute. It’s got flowers. I love it!

[rolling-in-guano]

31DOD Day 7

I've been reading fan fiction for so many years in so many different places that is hard to track down all the good stuff. Here is a sampling of fics I've enjoyed more recently:

1. "Got Stepped On All Over" by whaleofatime

Probably one of my favorites of all time at this point. This story feels like it could be a one shot that really exists within the DC universe. The story focuses on Dick and Bruce's relationship and is told from Bruce's perspective (also done really well). The story also has a tight plot that involves solving a mystery (more mysteries please!) that is wrapped up in a fun way. I also love a little bit of Carmen Sandiego in all of my stories in the way that I want characters to go to a place an learn something cool about it's culture/geography/history and then use that to save the day or make the story more interesting. This has that! GIVE THIS STORY MORE LOVE!!!!

2. "New year bets" by Fleur_de_Violette

I love this fic because it really shows off Dick's workaholic nature in a way that feels very true to the comics and his Bludhaven days. It also has a fun relationship between him and Jason. I felt it put the characters in a direction that could lead to character growth if this were a oneshot in an actual comic. Loved it!

3. "i was not born to drown" by daringyounggrayson

Dick Grayson's poor skull has been abused pretty badly. This fic takes a look into the aftermath of Dick getting shot in the head by Dr. Hurt (which really was glossed over) and how he deals with the healing process. The way daringyounggrayson depicts chronic pain and disability was really heart wrenching because the frustration coming from everyone was hitting home. Overall, the fic deals with accepting a new normal and I enjoyed it.

4. "Picture Me Better" by Led_Sneakers

This lovely work shows the friendship (and romantic/sexual tension) I have been missing between Dick and Roy. Their relationship was always incredibly interesting, especially in the Titans and Outsiders era. I love their old married couple vibe. Whether they end up lifelong friends or partners, their relationship is way interesting. The RHATO series really did him and Kory dirty. I think Rose Wilson and Jason should hang out. I also didn't hate the Dark Trinity but they put the kibosh on that too quickly for it to really go anywhere.

5. RedAlert98

For you Young Justice cartoon fans, this was one of my favorite authors when that show was coming out. All the fics are fun and are about friendship! RedAlert98 appears to be retired from the DC fandom, but their work is still pretty awesome so I encourage you to take a look.

6. "And Just For Tonight" by Mashpotatoe Queen

Another Young Justice cartoon fic that was my favorite back when it was first published. It's just a sweet little fic that gives Dick and Roy a more brotherly dynamic.

Well those are my top picks for this post :)

[roguetargaryen]

Piel Canela - Tommy Miller x F!Reader 

Chapter 2 - The Other Miller

Author’s Note: This is my first full fic that I am writing so I know there will be grammar errors. Also, this may be a slow start but the story will progress. This is an alternate universe where there is no outbreak, and it also takes place in the game timeline in 2013. Let me know what you guys think, and I hope you guys enjoy it.

Word count: 2247

Series Masterlist

Over the next few weeks, y/n was getting used to almost having a daily routine once she finished up unpacking and settling in. Sure there were changes she wanted to make in her home and furniture she wanted to buy, but she was starting to become content with her new life. Time in Austin was going really well for y/n. The family bakery was going great for them and was beginning to be the talk of the town. They had a great opening day, and y/n was surprised Joel and Sarah came along, since he is a workaholic. It was nice to see him a bit more relaxed, which y/n always teased. “Joel, stop being so tense and relax.” “I am relaxed.” “Uh huh. Those creases around your eyes say otherwise.” After her initial encounter with Joel, they were starting to build a really nice friendship. Both Joel and Sarah really made her feel welcomed in the neighborhood, and along with her family, they made the transition better. Joel was also appreciative of y/n for offering to help with Sarah after school or even on the evenings when he had to work late. However, it wasn’t easy at first when y/n offered to help. Joel being Joel declined at first stating it wasn’t her responsibility. Y/N didn’t mind especially when she and Sarah would end up having a great time being in each other’s company. Sarah was a gem. She was a very polite and smart girl and she could see why she was best friends with Emily. Sarah was also the reason Y/n was able to meet some of her other friendly neighbors on her block. The Adlers always greeted her with a smile and offered her company. They were fond of visitors and told her stories of their lives that reminded y/n of her times with her grandparents. Then there was your neighbor Denise who was very helpful and resourceful. She knew their neighborhood really well and always had a beautiful garden that y/n admired. Y/n and Denise started to trade flowers for fresh baked goods sometimes when y/n was trying out a new recipe and in return, Denise would get her a bouquet of fresh flowers for her kitchen. Things in her life were really starting to turn over for her. 

 Except for today. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed doesn’t even begin to describe the day y/n was having. Not only did she wake up late but she spilled her coffee on herself on her way to work. To add to her eventful morning, she got a flat tire two blocks before arriving at the bakery and without realizing she left her keys to the bakery at home. She called Kelly, who allowed her to take the day off to get herself situated. “I owe you big time. In fact I’m taking your shift tomorrow.” “Y/N that won’t be necessary “ “Please? It’s the least I can do.” Once y/n left the bakery she made her way home taking the bus. She wanted to change and ask Joel for a ride to the auto shop. As soon as she got to her front steps panic started to rise. She was digging through her bag trying to fish out her house keys and then proceeded to dump all of her belongings out on her front steps trying to find her keys. “This is really just the topping on the cake!” She expressed and realized to top off the events of her day she left her house keys at the bakery when she was helping Kelly. At this point she wanted to just crawl into her bed and not come out the rest of the week. After collecting herself, she decided to take a bit of extreme measures in her own hands. She began to walk around her house to check if at any chance she left a window open or unlocked not realizing she had a spectator watching from across the street in a pick up truck.   

Tommy Miller pulled up to his brother’s house much later than he wanted, or at least he should have. He was starting to develop a migraine and the bright sun was not helping. He always tells himself that he won’t be drinking much the night before but that’s a lie he doesn’t want to admit to himself. He can already hear it in Joel’s voice and today he doesn’t want to deal with it. He takes a sip of his coffee trying to get as much sober making a face because it’s essentially not to his liking. He had no choice as he scrambled to make one this morning while also trying to run out of his place as he can to try to get to Joel’s on Time. He lets out a long sigh recalling the conversation he had with him earlier that morning. “Tommy, where the hell are you? We can’t be late on this one.” “Shit! I know I’m sorry I’m leaving now. I uh..I had a rough night.” “Tommy, I can't keep waiting on you. This is the last time I let this slide. Now I’m gonna go take Sarah to school then deliver the pieces. I’ll meet you at the house at 10 to pick up the tools. Don’t be late!” Before Tommy could respond Joel hung up. With a heavy sigh he made his way to his truck and sped down the road. He arrived at Joel’s a quarter after 9am and now he sat in his truck waiting for his brother to arrive. What he didn’t anticipate was for his morning to get any more eventful than his already bad morning. Across the street he spotted a young woman spilling out the contents of her bag all over Joel’s neighbor's house. He had never seen this woman and from the last time he remembered an older couple in their 80s lived there. He witnessed her walking to the front of the house and started peeking inside the windows before she started testing what he assumed was trying to see if the windows were open. He didn’t think too much of the situation since it looked like she was having no luck, that is until she climbed up the porch banister and started using her legs to push on the windows. “What in the hell?” He questioned as he got out of his truck and slowly made his way over. Now why does someone have the nerve to try and break into someone’s home this early in the day? He thought to himself. His thought was interrupted when he heard a soft “yes” come from her. It appeared as she succeeded too because she was able to open one of the windows and she had yet to notice him. He was standing a few feet away from the banister when he spoke loud for her to hear, “That’s called breaking and entering!” The woman in question let out a yelp as she was startled by him and she lost her footing. Without realizing, Tommy’s instincts kicked in and he bolted forward catching her before she could hit the ground. “You okay?” Tommy asked a bit apprehensive that he was asking about the well-being of a potential robber, a very pretty one he thought as he helped steady her.  Y/n was a loss for words. she tried to comprehend what just happened and who was this stranger holding her. She craned her neck back to get a good glimpse at her ‘savior’ but no words came out. He had tan colored skin, almost cinnamon, dark curly hair, broad shoulders, and the most chocolate brown eyes she was getting lost in. When he spoke he had this rich, husky voice that if he weren’t holding her she would definitely hit the ground. “Ma’am? You okay?” “Ma’am? I’m not that old am I?” At that y/n wanted to really just faceplant to the ground. However that caused her ‘savior’ to chuckle and untangle himself from her, steadying her in the process. “No you don’t look old. Now if I may ask what are you trying to break in that house? You trying to rob an elderly couple?” He asked. “Rob? Do I look like I could really rob a house?” She couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Well from where I was sitting it sure looked like it. I know the couple that lives there.” He ran a hand behind his head feeling a little sheepish. “No. It’s not like that. You’ve got it all wrong. I live here.I moved in a few weeks ago. I um. I just locked myself out of my house.”

“Sorry to assume. I’m Tommy.” He extended his hand to her to offer a shake. “Tommy Miller.” She extended her hand out to shake her hand and he could have sworn he heard a little gasp leave her and it felt electric. He even took a little more time in really looking at her. She had the prettiest smile that reached her y/c eyes. He could help but smile back. Her hair was up in a loose bun with a few strands falling in front of her face and he wanted to just wisp them away. He noticed a bit of flush on her cheeks and that only made him smile more. She cleared her throat and said,  “Joel’s brother right?” She hoped her little hint of excitement went unnoticed. “You know my brother?” “Well we are neighbors. Speaking of, is he home?” “No, I am actually waiting for him.” They stood there in a bit of a silence before he spoke again. “So my name was brought up?” She giggled and nodded. “Really? Hopefully all good things sweetheart.” Y/n couldn’t help the flutter she felt in her stomach and he spoke again, “uhh so um why did you end up breaking into your house?” “I forgot my keys with my sister in law and I wanted to get out of my coffee stained clothes. I-I’ve been having a rough day. I wanted to ask Joel for a ride back into town…” “I can take you.” He wanted to smack his forehead at how forward he was being but there was something about her that was drawing him in. 

Before she could speak their attention was drawn to Joel’s car pulling into his driveway. “Come on. It really isn't a problem if I’m offering. Besides, we are headed that way anyways.” Tommy walked ahead over to Joel who said nothing but started helping load his truck. “I thought you were working today?” Joel commented as he looked up and caught sight of y/n. “Let’s just say the universe had other plans. I got a flat and my car is at this auto shop.” She states as she hands him the business card. “I actually was coming over to ask for a ride there but I didn’t want to ask if you are working.” “Like I said it’s no trouble!” Tommy shouted from the garage, missing the glare Joel shot his way. Y/n, however, caught it but brushed it off. “We have to drop this off first and then Tommy can take you.” Y/n nods her head and hops in the back of the truck.  On the way to town, y/n explains her day and how Tommy caught her breaking and entering her home, hoping at least she could crack a smile from Joel but he stayed quiet. The rest of the car ride is quiet until they arrive to Joel's destination first. Y/n could tell he had an irritated demeanor but didn’t want to press any further. Once the truck was unloaded she stepped out of the truck to move to the passenger seat where she also caught the last bit of their conversation. “Tommy seriously. You better come straight back here. Now I bought us some time but this is it. Once you drop her off, come straight back here.You hear?” Tommy nodded quickly and got back in the truck. It wasn’t a long drive and before she knew it he pulled up in front of the shop. “Oh hold on” Confused, y/n watched as he got out of his truck and jogged to her side only to open the door. She flashed him a smile as she got out. “Tommy, I can't thank you enough.” “Don’t mention it. Besides, if you ever need help with anything don’t hesitate to call,” he finished with handing her a piece of paper with his number written on it. “Thanks. I will keep that in mind.” She placed the piece of paper in her tiny pocket in her purse so that she wouldn’t lose it and made her way to the door of the shop. Just as she grabbed the handle he called out to her, “wait you uh pardon my manners um what was your name?” “I didn’t give it to you.” She said with a smirk as she walked inside. Tommy watched her disappear through the door and leaned against his truck for a moment. He had it and he was determined to figure her out. Maybe Joel could help him. “Oh shit Joel!” He got back in his truck and made his way back to his brother's.

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Chapter One: Orientation

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!OC (Alice Greene)

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a workaholic. Between teaching university courses, running the Kreizler Institute, and minding Stevie -his ward-, he does not have time for relationships. That is until he meets Ms. Greene, Stevie's English teacher, at open house. Can he open his heart to the possibility of love?

Word Count: 4,285

W: Mature. Language, drinking, mentions of theft and assault.

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Laszlo glanced at the time before he turned onto his street. Later than intended, but he did not think Stevie would mind. It was not as if Stevie was terribly excited about the open house and orientation. Nothing served as such a potent reminder for the end of summer than back-to-school events. Stevie might even prefer it if Laszlo missed the entire night.

Ordinarily, Laszlo parked in the garage to charge his car. But, since he planned to leave again soon, he parked in the short driveway. Besides, half the time Laszlo wanted to park in the garage there was no space. Stevie and his fixer-upper took up every inch of the garage.

In the past week, Stevie spent more time with the old car. Laszlo suspected it was his anxiety about school starting soon, and Stevie felt he needed to work with his hands to vent his fears and frustrations. He did not want to pressure Stevie into talking, but he could coax something out of him after open house. 

Laszlo hovered in the garage doorway to watch Stevie. With his earbuds in, he didn’t notice Laszlo. Stevie leaned over the vintage engine, black grease smearing his face, hands, and shirt, and he mumbled to himself. In the two years Stevie stayed with Laszlo, he made incredible progress. Laszlo never thought the old car would run again, but Stevie was close. 

He clasped Stevie on the shoulder making him startle. When he realized it was Laszlo, he took out one earbud and relaxed. Stevie smeared grease on his forehead as he ran his arm across it. 

“You may want to wash up before we leave. I do not believe grease on your face makes a great impression.”

Stevie huffed a sigh and picked up his tools. He glanced at the garage floor, covered in bits and pieces, and turned back to Laszlo. “I promise to pick everything up before we leave.”

“I never doubted that.” Laszlo squeezed Stevie’s shoulder and left him to his work. 

His clothes — black slacks, a white button-down shirt, a vest, and a blazer — were plenty suitable for the orientation, so he reasoned he had enough time to make a cup of tea and enjoy it. Laszlo waited for his tea to brew and paced across the kitchen. He wished to pop outside for a quick cigarette to ease his nerves, but Stevie would see him smoking. After all of Laszlo’s anti-vaping and smoking tirades, he could not be caught red-handed. The tea would have to do.

Laszlo worried about Stevie. Most children charged with theft and assault would be stuck in a juvenile detention center, but thanks to Laszlo’s efforts Stevie lived with him. He received therapy, performed community service, and was home-schooled for two years. Stevie was a bright kid, and he caught up swiftly. Now, according to his tutor and therapist, Stevie was ready for high school. He was a year older than most freshmen, but it was the smart place for him to start.

Open house would be Stevie’s introduction to his new school, classmates, and teachers. Laszlo hoped the evening would be painless and encourage Steve to give the school a chance. He would stick out like a sore thumb, but it could still be a good experience for him. 

Stevie reappeared in the kitchen doorway. His clean t-shirt was tucked into his jeans, and his hair looked like it at least met a comb, if not became acquainted with it. Stevie’s face and hands were flushed pink from scrubbing the grease away.

“There, isn’t that better?” Laszlo smiled and set his thermos in the sink. “Though I think you missed a spot by your ear…” he offered his white handkerchief to Stevie. 

Stevie rolled his eyes and took the cloth square. “Do you promise not to do that at open house?” He wiped the grease from his temple.

“Do what?” Laszlo scoffed. “I am merely helping you make a good first impression.” He stuck his hands in his pocket and stroked the key fob with his thumb.

Stevie tucked his thumbs into his jeans pockets. “Worry about me,” he rolled his eyes in pure teenage fashion, “and micromanage me because you’re worried about me. I’ll be okay.” 

“I know you will,” he acknowledged with a tip of his head, “but I can’t possibly promise not to be concerned.”

“It’s your job to be concerned, but you don’t need to be nervous or worried. I promise.”

It is more than a job to me, he thought. 

Laszlo was a stickler for time, and he checked his watch again. It was a quarter to five, later than he intended. Not wanting to be too late, they walked to the car. Errantly, Laszlo thought Stevie would need to practice his driving soon if he intended to get a learner’s permit. With that would come the license, the car, the insurance…

“Can we get pizza or something after?” 

Stevie’s question broke Laszlo from his train of thought. Laszlo studied him first, then blinked calmly. “If that is what you wish.” Sometimes, he forgot Stevie could be a normal teenager craving a slice of greasy pizza.

Alice checked the time on her smartwatch. Bitsy sent a quick “Good luck!👍“ text, and there were fifteen more minutes. Then, she would turn into her teaching alter ego: Ms. Greene. Her eyes swept over her new classroom. Instead of harsh fluorescents, she used strategically placed lamps and decorative string lights. So far, her blend of educational and entertaining posters held. Even the homemade sugar cookies — which she decorated to look like red apples, wooden pencils, and notebook paper — were neatly arranged with a stack of napkins and paper plates. Alice hoped her room felt welcoming and encouraging, if not prepared.

Being idle felt odd, but there was nothing else she could do to prepare for open house. All that remained was for the parents and students to arrive. Bitsy warned her about the over-the-top parents when she told her of the open positions at the school. Alice decided she could handle fiercer parents given better pay and benefits. 

Alice heard footsteps and chattering in the hallway. She squared her shoulders back, took a deep breath in, and plastered a smile to her face. It was showtime. And, if they somehow managed to eat her alive, she and Bitsy made plans to drink and debrief on everything that happened. It was their version of D&D.

After waiting in line at the counselor’s office for a paper copy of Stevie’s schedule — because Laszlo insisted on paper rather than the electronic version — he outlined the evening. They would start at the far side of the school, near the gym, and work their way to the other side, near the cafeteria and the auditorium. 

Laszlo recognized a handful of parents, students, and administrators, so he gave them an acknowledging nod. He did not want to be dragged into an awkward conversation amid a busy hall, and he was sure Stevie did not want to either. Given Stevie’s zoned-out expression and tapping foot as they waited outside the gym, he wanted to leave as soon as possible. Laszlo was not comfortable in the hot, sweaty hallway either, and the overlapping echo of conversations started to give him a headache. 

A set of double doors slammed open releasing a stream of students and their parents. Laszlo walked in behind Stevie and searched the gym for the source of the abrasive yelling, scuffling of rubber sneakers, and the stench of sweat. A group of boys dribbled a basketball up and down the court, and a red-faced and haired coach blew a whistle. Laszlo quirked his eyebrows knowing he was in for an unpleasant encounter. 

“My name is Coach Connor,” he huffed, “and I expect every single one of you to be a top-of-the-line athlete when you’re in my gym.” He stared at his prospective students. The football team was squared away, but there were many other teams and positions available. He picked which kids he wanted to try out and which kids he wanted to stay the hell away from. 

“And what if not every student can be an athlete?” Laszlo's voice carried across the gymnasium as it would in a courtroom. Stevie knew from experience. He kept his right hand tucked away in his pocket, so he gesticulated with his left. “What then?”

Coach Connor’s bushy mustache bristled. He was not accustomed to being challenged. His beady eyes scrutinized Laszlo and Stevie beside him. “And who might you be?” 

“Dr. Kreizler. I hardly think impressing upon every student the need to be an athlete will foster healthy development. Should you not encourage students to do their best and grow?” He stood tall and proud with his left hand resting on Stevie’s shoulder as if he was a bird sheltering his young with his wing.

A few parents nodded in agreement. Laszlo did not waver under Coach Connor’s hard stare. He held Connor’s eye until Connor gruffly cleared his throat and continued. 

Laszlo was relieved to leave the gym’s stifling heat and company. They stopped in Stevie’s science classroom next, taught by Ms. Sussman. She politely welcomed them, though she spoke with a set of parents, and directed them to the stack of papers across one of the blacktop lab stations. Laszlo skimmed through the papers: a syllabus, a parent info sheet, and a lab safety form. All typical paperwork. Laszlo would read through it that evening. 

After speaking briefly with her about what the paperwork contained and what Stevie could expect in freshman biology class, they went to another hall. Stevie took the lead and weaseled his way through the crowded hallways, and Laszlo followed him. For the first time, Laszlo appreciated Stevie’s stealth and slick moves in a crowd.

Alice’s shoulders sagged, but she kept a smile on her face. Her earlier hopes of parents waiting to sink their claws into her were dashed. Unfortunately, her classroom location at the end of the hall did not discourage any parents from visiting. If anything, it seemed to make them angrier. A number lectured her on how to do her job while others outright dismissed her as a new teacher at the school. 

Alice offered cookies to distract or persuade them, but they glanced between her and the cookies, scoffing for sneering, and declined. She wasn’t sure what stung more: their disdain for her or their rejection of even her baking. 

Thankfully, only one hour remained. Alice would buy the wine while Bitsy picked up the pizza. They would meet at Alice’s apartment to swap notes, details, and stories from the night. It would be just like college when they drank and ranted about their classes. Alice looked forward to many more evenings with Bitsy and a bottle of wine now that they worked together. 

Being a teacher, Alice saw her fair share of DILFs. Handsome, with perhaps a touch of gray at the temple, and empathetic. They were easy gossip between teachers, asking “did you see so and so’s dad?”. Of course, most were unavailable, and it would be unprofessional to approach those without a ring on their fingers. 

Well-dressed and groomed, with dark brown hair carefully swept back and his full beard meticulously kept. Alice wanted to run her fingers through his hair, which looked soft, and stroke his chin. He wore a black three-piece suit, but he draped his coat over his arm. Professional, but endearing.

“I am Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, pleased to meet you.” He smiled politely and glanced at the boy beside him. Alice thought she detected an accent in the lilt of his words. German, perhaps?

“Stevie Taggert,” he offered his hand for her to shake. “Can I have one?” Stevie pointed to the near-full platter of cookies beside her.

“Of course,” Alice brightened, “that’s why I made them. While you eat, I’ll set a copy of the syllabus and my welcome sheet here.”

Stevie reached for a bright red apple, and his hand hovered over one of the sheets of notebook paper. Laszlo nodded, so Stevie passed it to him. Stevie took another cookie, a frosted pencil this time. 

Dr. Kreizler dabbed at his lips with a napkin before speaking. His eyes hardened as if he switched to a work or professional mode. He reached for the papers she set on the desk and quickly skimmed. “What is your communication policy regarding parents and guardians?” 

Alice expected the usual questions about her experience or her classroom policies. She tried not to let the surprise show on her face as she answered. Alice was not annoyed; she was pleasantly surprised. “Unless noted in a student’s learning plan, I work on an as needed basis. If something comes up, I will of course discuss it with you.” 

She glanced between the two with a smile. Stevie seemed tired, if not apologetic, at Laszlo’s probing. Laszlo appeared satisfied with her answer, nodding once, and resting his hand in his pocket. He may have noticed the nervous twinge to her smile because he dropped his harsh mien and smiled. 

“Forgive me, Stevie is a non-traditional student, and I worry for him.” 

“Worrying means you care, Dr. Kreizler. As long as you do not smother Stevie nor myself, I do not mind.”

Stevie blushed, and a laugh bubbled up in Laszlo’s throat. He brushed his fingers over his mustache and bashfully dipped his head. 

“I hope not,” he quipped, “for all our sake.” 

Alice chuckled, and she wished them a good evening. Her hand brushed his as she handed him the papers, and their eyes met in that second. His eyes were dark, but they were warm too, warm enough to make her blush when he looked away. As soon as Laszlo and Stevie stepped out of the room, Alice typed a message to her friend.

Alice: Absolute DILF tonight 😵‍💫tell you about it over dinner 🍕🍷

Bits: Can’t wait! 

The sun was still out when Laszlo and Stevie left the school. Stevie held the bundle of paperwork in his lap and nibbled one of the cookies he swiped from Ms. Greene while they were both distracted. He hoped she would bring in more cookies throughout the year, maybe if the class did well on an assignment or before a holiday break.

Laszlo asked which pizza place Stevie wanted to go to, breaking Stevie from his trance. He crammed the rest of the cookie in his mouth and struggled to speak around it.

“Stevie,” he chided, “you could have swallowed before speaking.”

“Sorry Doc.” He repeated the name of the restaurant, although Laszlo knew what he said before. “Is that okay with you?”

“It’s your night, Stevie.” He hit the blinker and fiddled with the stereo system. When Laszlo bought the car, Stevie had to painstakingly teach him to use the Bluetooth connection to play music. Half the time when they were in the car together, Stevie would play the music Laszlo wanted without asking. Light classical music filled the car. 

Stevie fiddled with the corner of a page. “Do we need to go to the store? These lists mention school supplies I know I don’t have.” 

Laszlo considered that a moment and ran through his to-do list. His university students should not be too troublesome as their semester recently started, so they cannot come crying to his office hours after an exam or essay yet. As for his Institute children, those still participating in the summer program were stable, and he had no major concerns. 

“Let me check my office or at the Institute. Some of what they list you may not need, so there’s no sense in paying for it.” He glanced at Stevie during a stoplight. He leaned back comfortably in the seat, but he still crinkled the corners of the paper. “We can see about new clothes, or shoes if you prefer.” Laszlo noticed, and he knew Stevie must have as well, the clothing of his future peers. He never wanted to impose anything onto Stevie, God knows the boy marches to the beat of his own drum, but he thought he would offer.

Stevie shrugged. “If you have time.” While Laszlo focused on the road, he studied Laszlo’s expression. His brows creased and his lips pinched into a line, but that had nothing to do with him. Driving in the city aggravated him, and Stevie knew he had more on his mind. 

Laszlo’s dark eyes flicked away from the road. “Of course I have time for you.” Though he may not have time for himself.

They sat in silence for the rest of the ride. Laszlo worried about Stevie adapting to a school environment again while Stevie thought about what else he needed to fix the vintage car in the garage. Both were engrossed in their thoughts and tapped one foot against the floorboards. Laszlo pulled into the familiar, cramped parking lot. He sighed in relief when he found a parking spot in the back corner, thankful it was not a tight fit.

A booth in the back was available, the restaurant quickly filled up with the evening crowd, and Laszlo enjoyed the relative privacy. Stevie did not need the menu to know what he wished to order, and he slumped in the booth. Open house drained him, reminding him he would be returning to a traditional school in a week.

“Well,” Laszlo entreated, “first thoughts and impressions? I for one cannot get that loathsome coach from my mind. I do apologize for my outburst in the gym, but I thought it important that someone stand up to him.” He sipped his water wishing he had a cup of coffee or tea. Perhaps he would brew some at home so he had something to sip while reading his paperwork. 

Stevie blurted out, “He was a dick.” Laszlo glanced at him, but in a moment of silent agreement, he did not correct him. “And I hate that he’s both my gym and health teacher. I’ll be stuck with him all year long.”

“Unfortunately so. If he gives you any trouble, please speak with me. You know I am unafraid to fight others' battles.” 

Laszlo noticed their waiter approaching to take their order, so he stacked Stevie’s menu atop his. He knew Stevie’s order without asking, and he placed their order. In the meantime, Stevie struggled to find the right words. He did not want Laszlo to fight his battles, but he knew in a school setting Stevie could not resolve things as he normally would. Coach Connor would not take kindly to a lead pipe in the back of the knee. 

“I remember,” Stevie nodded. He decided to change topics as he picked at the paper straw wrapper. “I thought Ms. Sussman seemed nice. Science is my last class of the day, so everyone will either be tired from school or excited to go home.”

“True. It is near your locker, correct? So you will be able to take what you need and leave what you do not before going home?”

Stevie smirked, “I will, but judging by all the Google Classroom codes I think everything will be online.”

“Ah, how foolish of me,” Laszlo chuckled. “I have forgotten ours is the digital era.” He sighed fondly. “No more fountain pens and leather bound journals. It’s tablets, styluses and laptops.” 

Their conversation wandered back to Stevie’s teachers. Most would appear nice at Open House, and in the first few weeks, their true personalities would be shown. Stevie noticed Laszlo brightened when he mentioned Ms. Alice Greene, his language arts teacher. The bashful smile and cheerful eyes reminded Stevie of his face when the waiter at Delmonico’s served his food. Laszlo’s first words praised her handmade and decorated cookies, and Stevie thought he saw traces of a smile. He praised her choice of books for the course and how each was insightful and provocative. Stevie commented it was likely the school or district’s choice rather than hers, but Laszlo did not seem dismayed. 

Just as well, Stevie thought. He had not seen Laszlo so excited or passionate about something, or someone rather, in months. Stevie wondered if he could encourage this or nudge the two closer together. A comment here or there to plant the seed. 

Besides, distracting the Doctor with teachers, books, and plans was better than letting him analyze him. Stevie did not want to talk about how nervous he was to be a fish out of water. Typical freshmen were not a year older than their classmates, nor did they have a record. 

Alice waited in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, for Bitsy’s “here” text. She absentmindedly snacked on an open bag of chips while scrolling on her phone. Her professional shoes and dress were long gone and replaced by an old pair of sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt. 

Georgie, her handsome tuxedo cat, petulantly meowed at her and broke her from her trance. It was past his dinner time, and he demanded to be fed. Alice consoled him in an affectionate tone, apologizing for the late meal. He pranced around her feet as she prepared his food, and he only stilled to eat from his bowl. She scratched behind his ears to apologize again. He purred, so she knew he would forgive her.

Alice checked her phone again and saw Bitsy’s text from two minutes ago. She opened the door to her little apartment, marketed as cozy, and saw her friend coming down the hall with a pizza box in hand and her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. “Next time,” Bitsy huffed, “we’re meeting at my apartment.” Alice laughed and held the door open. Her apartment was on the fourth floor whereas Bitsy’s lay on the first. Naturally, there was no elevator.

“Name the time and place.” Alice nudged Georgie away from the door with her foot. The last thing she wanted to do was chase him down the hallway. He sprinted back to his food bowl to finish his meal. Bitsy set the pizza box on the counter and grabbed paper plates from the cabinet while Alice pulled the wine bottle from the fridge and poured two glasses. 

She considered her glass which was easily the equivalent of two or three. “I’m glad today is over. I’ve had enough of parents questioning my abilities and if I should teach their child as if I’ve never taught before.” 

“And it’s only the beginning.” Bitsy clinked their oversized glasses together. “Wait until a child fails for not completing any work and then the parent wants to pin it on you, or they demand you change their grade for doing and turning in no work.”

Alice took two slices of gooey cheese and pepperoni pizza. “And of course, it’s hard to fail with the new policy.” 

“Don’t even get me started on that,” Bitsy groaned. Half the teachers hated the policy, but it was beyond their control. It came from the district superiors who never set foot in a classroom and insisted their decisions would revolutionize education. “Tell me about this infamous DILF instead. Did I see him? More importantly, can I see him?”

“I think you would know if you did,” Alice chuckled, “Although with a boyfriend your DILF radar may be off. Dark hair and eyes, well dressed, and a touch of an accent. A little older, too.” Here, she emphasized each word, “Exactly my type.”

Bitsy grew serious, furrowing her brows and leaning forward over the cluttered table. “What’s his name?”

“Kreizler,” that alone was enough to send Bitsy reeling so Alice spoke swiftly, “Dr. Laszlo Kreizler. I don’t like that face, Bits, you’re scaring me. Who is he?” Georgie sensed her stress and hopped into the chair beside her.

Bitsy took a long sip from her wine glass before explaining. “He’s a handsome man, I’ll grant you that, but terrifying too. Lucius knows him from the station, and he sees him all the time at court. Says he’s like a hawk ready to swoop in and criticize or defend at any moment.” Alice nodded along, eating her pizza and chips. “He’s a psychologist, specializing in children and criminals, interestingly enough.”

“Weird combination but okay.” There must be a use for that.

“He’s a professor too, but I can’t remember which University. Local, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Alice doubted he commuted out of the city.

“And if I remember correctly, he also runs a daycare after school type thing for underprivileged children and those in his court cases. It’s got some weird name that always makes me think of an asylum or a mental hospital.”

“Busy man then.” If she felt she had no time, she couldn’t imagine being him. He’s burning the candle at both ends. “And the boy that’s with him, that can’t be his son. They have different surnames.”

“No, he’s not, but I don’t know how they’re related or how Dr. Kriezler has him. Could be a nephew or maybe a godson.” 

“Hmm…” Alice knew him to be a serious man, it was in the way he dressed and carried himself, but she did not expect him to be involved in so much. Respectable. “He’s still a DILF though.”

“Absolutely,” Bitsy chuckled. 

In some ways, it made him more of a DILF. He was clearly passionate and dedicated to his work. Laszlo was busy, but he must be organized if he could manage so much. And he cared for Stevie though he was not his son. All the makings of a dad she would like to fuck. If only it wouldn’t cross professional and ethical lines… Alice emptied her glass.

Next chapter

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What can you share about Chapter 17: T'Pol Does Not Overplay Her Hand of What We Build Here, the second part of your “Built to Last” series? Thank you!

AKA, wherein T'Pol wins Wife of the Year. 😄

We're coming into the home stretch of this story, so this is one last bit of fluff before I start bludgeoning people with Plot™️. Trip's reverting to his workaholic tendencies, and T'Pol has to give him a kick in the butt for it.

Trip and Karveth are kindred spirits, so they bring out both the best and worst in each other...like none-too-subtly encouraging each other to work 14 hour days and come in on their days off. T'Pol's had quite enough of that, so she brings out the big guns: classic comedies and a six of really good beer. She knows who she married.

(I also feel like this could be the jumping off point for the Karveth-and/vs-T'Pol fic that I know @pajamasecrets wants me to write lol)

Things I'm most proud of in this chapter: Trip trying out a cheesy pick-up on his own wife, in her own meditation mindspace. 😂 He's such a goober, and it's one of my favorite things about him.

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Just read chapter three of FEDRA Javi and I have thoughts, Ma’am

“No. I named you after a remedy that I believe works. And I’ll take it, every time.” 

—Oooh man’s got game even in the apocalypse. If someone told me that now when there’s no apocalypse, I would kiss them senseless. And if it’s Javi, he wouldn’t even have to say something that beautiful for me to kiss him senseless 🙈

He’s grinning at you in a way a confident man does when he knows what he’s doing.

—He’s living in a goddamn train, hasn’t showered in who knows how many days, doesn’t have clean clothes and has the AUDACITY to be sexy and grin like he knows what he’s doing??? When I see him, it’s on sight. And dang I can’t believe she could stop. I couldn’t say no to this man in any universe. He just has to look in my direction and I’ll be on my knees. She’s stronger than the US marines 🫡.

It’s a bit silly I know, but before FEDRA, I was working in the DEA.

—Oh shit I just realized my favorite workaholic doesn’t have work anymore. Shit. No work, no cigarettes, no whiskey, no pussy (yet). My man’s gonna die out there.

But that person never came along, and then the world ended. 

—Oof. Just stepped on my fucking heart

Just hearing the sounds he makes…so full of pain, raw and emotional— there’s no way you can go back to sleep. 

— My poor baby 😭😭😭 My poor babies 😭😭. I’ve just had FEDRA Javi and Firefly reader for three chapters but if anything were to happen to them, I’ll kill everyone in this world and myself. Javi holding her with her head on his lap and reader waking him up. And the KISSES. They’re precious to me 💜

“I wasn’t thinking that. You don’t have to remove it if you don’t want to.”

— Man, I’m gonna find whoever did whatever messed up thing to Javi’s beautiful torso and give them hell cause I’ve seen this man shirtless and he’s beautiful. Who did what to my baby boy!? 😭😭😭 Oh and I fucking lost it when he called her Mi perla. What a sweet name and how very Javier to be so soft in the apocalypse. So thanks for doing all that to my heart.

—Just a question— does this Javi have a beard to go with the mustache because he can’t really shave in the apocalypse? And if he does have a beard, does he have the heart shaped patch that Pedrito does?

“Looks like the little firefly is tired of being a hardened criminal.” 

—Asshole! I’m gonna punch him in the face, I swear. Too much smugness for someone in the apocalypse

“You can be as loud as you want to.” 

— You can scream my name as lou— *gunshot*

I love love looove this fic and I can’t wait to read more of them 💜 Thank you for sharing this with us

I apologize for getting to this so late! I'm extremely happy you're enjoying the series so far 💜💜💜

the rest under the cut xx

We'll be learning more about Javi's backstory soon, at least the things considering his scar, which I'm both scared and excited to write. And I'M glad you liked him calling reader perla, I really like that he does 😭😭

Just a question— does this Javi have a beard to go with the mustache because he can’t really shave in the apocalypse? And if he does have a beard, does he have the heart shaped patch that Pedrito does?

So, this is actually going to be mentioned at the very start of chapter 4 but basically he is growing a beard now, especially since he doesn't have a razor or anything. I like to think he kept the habit of at least keeping it almost clean shaved like in the show, and finding supplies would've been easier when he was still FEDRA and in Kansas City. And sure, let's say he has a patch like pedro why not 🤭

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New chapter upload of my Yakov-centric post-canon, Yuri!!! on Ice fic

As part of my post-canon, married Viktuuri series "Gold's On the Inside, Elevated My Feet", I have been writing a Yakov-centric story (currently at 33K words), and just recently updated a new chapter, if folks are looking for something to put on their reading list.

If you're new to my fic-verse, the big things to know before diving in are that at the time this story is set, in October 2021: 1) Viktor has been retired for nearly 3.5 years; 2) he and Yuuri (married since April 2019) live in Fukuoka, Japan; and 3) Viktor coaches Yuuri and Yurio at a Fukuoka-based rink called Papio Ice Arena.

This story's premise is one where Yuuri is trying to cheer Viktor up in the midst of a fight that Viktor is having with Yakov. The cause of said fight? Yakov majorly projecting after hearing Viktor's interview response to the question "What advice you would give your younger self?"

Without giving too much away, Viktor's answer triggers a major shame response within Yakov that touches upon the latter's career workaholism, and his past marriage issues with Lilia. Despite how heavy it sounds, a major theme of the fic is support -- specifically Yuuri/their friends (Yurio, Mila, etc.) supporting Viktor through this fight -- so there is a good bit of fluff and humor (and smut!) to balance out the angst.

I have just one final chapter left to write, but so far, here is a breakdown of what to expect:

Chapter 1 features Viktor surprising Yuuri with a sexy "Little Red Riding Vitya" roleplay fantasy (that goes a bit awry), Chapter 2 features Yuuri building off of this fantasy to cheer Viktor up, whereby he writes a fairytale that he reads aloud to his husband called Little Red Skating Vitya and Yusha, the Lovestruck Okami (fyi, an 'okami' is a Japanese wolf spirit), Chapter 3 is pure smut (lol), and Chapter 4 features Yuuri eliciting the help of his friends to confront Yakov in the hopes of encouraging him to resolve things with Viktor.

The final chapter will be done in a few weeks, and will focus on Yakov/Viktor making up: a conversation that will lead them both to deepen their understanding of one another.

Below is an excerpt from the latest chapter; I hope you'll consider checking it out!

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“I think it’s best for you to hear this from Vitya, but since you won’t speak to him, to either of us, I feel compelled to let you know…” Yuuri began, trailing off when the other man’s eyes narrowed. 

He clasped his hands together so that he wouldn’t be tempted to fidget, and shored up his courage.

“His interview response to Bryant…I know you think he was trying to insinuate something negative about your career, and about your and Lilia’s relationship, but when he gave his answer, those were the furthest things from his mind,” he continued, tears beginning to leak from his eyes with the desperation he felt at getting his point across. 

“He would never want to hurt you like that, especially in such a public venue. And it’s been killing him that you could think he’d be capable of that,” Yuuri went on, fully aware of how obviously pleading his tone was.

“He was speaking about himself, first and foremost, and also about Ilia and Sonya, and he assumed – we both did – that you knew that. You know what his parents’ relationship was like…the lack of love between them, it was textbook narcissism. It’s nothing like what you and Lilia had, even when you two were at your rockiest.”

Yakov said nothing to this, but Yuuri felt heartened that he at least hadn’t been cussed out (yet). His tears continued to flow, and he reached into the breast pocket of his suit, glad that he’d thought to stow away his Potya-printed handkerchief. 

“We all know what Ilia and Sonya’s relationship was like,” Oleg chimed in, somberly. “Yasha…Vitya thinks of you and Lilia as the parents he never had, the parents he wished he’d been raised by.”

And now Oleg appeared to be getting emotional as well, a film of tears covering his irises. The ex-bodyguard had been privy to so much of the loneliness that Viktor had tried to mask with his career ambitions…the kind of loneliness that could only result from not ever having felt wanted by one’s own parents.

It was a permanent type of wound that Yuuri would never wish upon anyone, least of all the love of his life. 

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Presents - part II

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: second part to Presents. Price attempts to make soap for you, along with the 141 boys. interesting results followed.

Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta’d.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too. you are forever my Price crack fic inspiration LOL.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Dad… you added too much water. It’s not going to trace again.” 

Price groaned in frustration.  He followed all the steps as prescribed! This is the third batch he had messed up. Sighing as he poured his failed batch into a plastic tub on the side and ready to start again. “You want me to do it Dad? Just pass me the ingredients.” Taking pity on his dad, Kyle gently nudges his dad over to one side, taking over the whisk and bowl. He didn’t quite expect his dad, who is perfect in everything, to be this bad in hand crafting related stuff. 

Everyone has gathered at Mini and Soap’s parent’s farm for their yearly get together. It has become a tradition for the Task force 141 families to stay a few days up at the MacTavish farm for a few days, away from their chaotic life. 

Price came up to Ghost one day, begrudgingly asking him and Mini to help him to make some special birthday presents for you as a surprise. He knew you sent some soap making kits as Christmas presents to Mini the year before, since you are such a soap fanatic, he decided making handcrafted soap with his son, to give it to you would be the best. With you and Mini both expecting another baby on the way, Soap’s wife Emma has dragged you out for a bit of baby shopping as a distraction.This gives the group a good chance to get things done while you were out.

Price looked over to Ghost, who is pouring up his fifth batch into the mould with ease (is he humming under the mask??? ) while instructing the twins to bring more moulds over. “Simon. You done this before?” Price asked.

“.... Maybe.” Ghost replied quietly, without looking him in the eyes. 

“Gaz, be careful with that…you're going to overmix that. we are not having a competition here…” Mini warned. Gaz is currently stirring his mixture like crazy, both him and Soap getting into this competition of who can make up a batch fastest.  Mini turned around to her brother, a bit alarmed by what he was trying to add into the bowl,“ Johnny… what the hell are you adding in… “ Before she could stop her brother, a small explosion occurred. 

“JOHNNY. I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug if ye destory my keetchin!!” Froze in his track, Soap slowly turned around, seeing a very angry Mrs MacTavish glaring at him.

“HA, Ma is angry, you levy heid.” Mini smirked, turning towards the twins, “ kids, take your uncle out to play with your cousins. Make sure he doesn’t come back in here again.” 

The twins were happy to comply with their mother, dragging their uncle out towards the garden, where their grandpa and cousins are currently playing outside in the garden. 

“Gaz, you too. Finish off your batch and go knit with my Ma. She’s very keen to share with you the latest baby clothes pattern she found.”  Gaz pouted but complied with Mini’s command. 

The rest of the soap making session went without a hitch afterwards.

“Dad.” Kyle elbowed Price, trying to get his attention back, passing him some wrapping paper, “ Mum is going to be back soon, we better get this done fast.”

Popping the soap out from the mould, two of them carefully wrap the present up carefully, along with other presents the team families had passed onto Price before they left the farm.

“Boys! I am home!”  you called out from the front, waddling in with slight difficulties with few files under your arm. True workaholic like your husband, you want to get some loose ends and work to finish up before you go on maternity leave in a few weeks time. Price wanted to come with you ( as he is being an overprotective husband as always with your pregnancy. “ did you forget what happened when you were pregnant with Kyle??” he warned. ) you have shooed him off to follow you to the barrack, “John, I am only going to grab some files from the office, I am not going into the field! I will be fine, stay home and enjoy your time off.” “Mum!” your son ran up to you and gave you a hug. Hugging him back and ruffling his hair,

“Had a good time with Dad?” you asked. 

Nodding his head, he pulled you into the living room, “Come! We got surprises for you.” Surprises?? You raised your eyebrow, putting down your bags and kicking your shoes off, you followed Kyle into the living room.

You were surprised when you saw a pile of presents on the coffee table and a very sheepish looking Price standing beside it.

“Wha??” “Happy Birthday Love.” Birthday? Oh. That’s right, it is your birthday.  You totally forgot about it.

Price came up and gave you a hug and a kiss. “You forgot didn’t you?” he chuckled.

Blushing away, “as always.” You admitted. You never really put any emphasis on celebrating your own birthday, but Price, usually not a romantic person, never forgets about it, and will always do something to celebrate it, big or small. Leading you to sit down on the couch, Kyle excitingly passes you all the presents. You open them one by one, winter clothes and blankets knitted by Gaz and Mrs MacTavish, bottle of Vintage whisky from the MacTavish cellar from Mr MacTavish ( with note attached: "for after the baby of course.”)  and few crochet dolls for the new baby, fancy looking soap dispensers from the Simon and Mini, and hand made cards from the Riley Twins and MacTavish kids, Spa Vouchers from Soap and Emma. You were quite touched by the team families thoughtfulness. “Oh open that box mum!! Dad and I made these for you!” John made something? You look at him, Price looking very nervous, “Well, mostly Kyle. I wasn’t really good at making hand crafted stuff as I have realised.” you opened the box and unwrapped the heavy block of things inside, there were blocks of very nicely made Soaps in there. Even your favourite fragrances. “When did you two make this??”

“Remember when Emma dragged you out shopping when we were up at the farms? Everyone helped out.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes. You know everytime you buy new soaps and soap dispensers, Price will roll his eyes, “love, do we even have spaces in the cupboards for these?”,  but he will always bring back more soaps and dispensers for you when he comes back from trips and missions if he has time to search for them. Sobbing away you stood up and gave your son a big hug. “Don’t cry mum. I hope you like it??”

“Very much. Thank you.” wiping away your tears, you stood up and gave your husband a big kiss on the lip. 

“Happy Birthday love.” he pulled you in a tight hug. 

You have no words how much you love your husband and your adopted team family. 

Ghost secretly loves the soap-making process. The common bathroom at the barrack is suddenly full of hand-made soap Ghost and Chameleon made ( but no one knows where they came from. ) 

Gaz and Mrs MacTavish often share new knitting patterns they find with each other. 

Soap turns everything into explosives. Price…. Just not good at any hand-craft related stuff. Not even the simplest thing. 

Mini, Emma and Chameleon try to set Gaz up with someone (anyone) that will appreciate his amazing knitting and crocheting ability.

I actually made soaps myself few times, even for my wedding bomboniere. it was a lot of fun :) @tapioca-marzipan @floral-force ( mutton chop no.7 :P )