#if you missed my post today(?) part 2 will be posted on wednesday and part 3 on friday!
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Girl's Night Out - ch. 2 pt. 1
friday|saturday|sunday
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pairing: Ghost x shy!goth!f!reader
rating: E
summary: Shy!reader brings Ghost (or Simon, as she learned his real name finally) to her place for some "fun" after they hit it off at the club. đđđ
word count: 4.8k
warning: mdni, not beta-read but edited by me until I wanted to claw my eyes out, a truck-load of self doubt and issues from reader, simon talks reader though it in nice, teasing, and dominant varieties, size difference đ, fingering, unprotected piv sex, cumming on the outside (idk what kink this is help), praise/punishment kink if you squint. a/n at the end!
Repeating my warning from last time, I have committed the ultimate, unforgivable sin in this: Ghost is maskless. So if that ruins it for you, sit this one out.
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He steps forward into your space, jacket in hand - actually two jackets, from what you briefly see, one inside the other - and throws it past you, adding it to yours on the couch. Heâs right next to you. So close. Close enough to smell that heavenly, manly cocktail wafting off him. And then he leans in, close enough for you to hear him breathing. You look up, hoping you can shake something to say or do, but all words evaporate from your brain as you look in his eyes. âSecond thoughts?â he asked, scanning your face.
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Youâre running through the night then, hand in hand, laughing, breathless and cold - so eager now to get him home. A thought spikes though your mind: who are you? Who are you pretending to be? Changing the second some guy showed you some attention. You shiver, itâs just the wind nipping at your ears, you tell yourself. The leather of your jacket is quickly chilling your arms, barely keeping the cold from cutting through to your bare shoulders. Your only warmth is pooled in yours and Simonâs joined hands. Just feeling his hand holding yours, completely covering it, protecting it from the cold, it makes you forget how sore and numb your feet are. You hadnât planned to be on your feet all night, let alone for all of this to happen.Â
Youâre lucky your place is only a few blocks away now.Â
You squeezed his hand when you turned the corner and your building came into view. Heâs always right behind you, silent, keeping watch. You looked up and down the street and then back at him. Youâve still got that same stupid smile plastered on your face from when he had slapped your butt. With a cant of your head, you pulled Simon across the intersection. You wished you could look at him, figure out what he was thinking, but his face is buried in the shadow of the street light behind him. His hair a halo, glowing bright and blond in the old yellow light. Somewhere in that shadow are his eyes, those beautiful dark eyes. You want to look at him and know he still wants this, but youâre denied. Â
On the little concrete step outside the main door, you fished out your keys as Simon stood close, blocking the wind that howled down the street. You trembled, not from the cold, but at his hands as they slid protectively over your hips. Youâre significantly warmer where his body and jacket covered you. Itâs got to be a damn good jacket. Of course it is. A practical, military, guy like him wouldnât be caught out in all sorts of weather in just any old flimsy jacket. As you unlocked the door, he rested his head on your shoulder. He breathed a warm breath down your neck, goosebumps following in its wake, and you felt all that warmth slide right between your thighs.  Â
You pushed the door open and it's a relief to finally be inside. Itâs still cold in the hall, but thereâs no wind and you can feel your body heat - and Simonâs, heâs still stuck to your side - able to warm you up again. Simon followed as you turn immediately to the first door on the left, to your apartment. You stopped to flip through your keys again, nerves setting in as you feel Simon just standing over you.Â
âGround floor?â he questioned.Â
âYeah,â you answered back, fitting your key in the lock. You donât bother to turn your head to answer. You know you wonât be able to see him. âRent is cheaper.â Â
 Itâs just as cold inside your apartment as it is in the hallway. With a silent dismay you realize that, once again, youâd left the curtains open. Light from the streetlights dimly shone in, casting the whole of your front room with a sickly yellow tint. Itâs enough for you to see by, though, and Simon doesnât say anything about you leaving the lights off.Â
Walking in, you arenât sure what you should do next. You back yourself quickly down your tiny entry, trying to leave enough room for Simon to maneuver. Shoes. Shoes should come off, you urge yourself. You kick off your boots, sending them clattering across the floor into the living room. Okay, now your jacket. With a shiver you unzip your jacket. The giant zipper on your vintage jacket is loud. Too loud. You realize that no, itâs just too quiet in here.Â
You looked away from your hands clasped nervously at your zipper. Simon is leaned against the opposite wall, following your lead. All of his attention is focused on working his boot laces open. He lets it drop to the floor, the loud THUNK making you jump, before moving onto the next. It takes your alcohol soaked, lust-addled, numb from the cold, brain until he straightens up and away from the wall to take off his jacket to realize youâve just been standing there, watching him while doing nothing, this whole time. You finally let your jacket fall off your arms before tossing it behind you onto the couch.
The realization comes crushing down on you as you watch him roll his shoulders back to pull his jacket off. Well, two realizations.Â
Firstly, holy fuck, were you really going to do this? You want this, you know that. Even your nerves canât will away the want curling in your core now. This is all too crazy, though. How in the hell did you manage to trick this tall, handsome soldier into following you home?Â
Secondly, goddamn, you canât believe how massive he is. Now that you have your apartment as a frame of reference, itâs making your mouth run dry. Your mind is running wild over thinking again. Do you get into things right away? Should you initiate? Does he expect that?
Your train of thought comes to a sudden stop when you look up and heâs staring right at you with those dark, serious, eyes. Â
He steps forward into your space, jacket in hand - actually two jackets, from what you briefly see, one inside the other - and throws it past you, adding it to yours on the couch. Heâs right next to you. So close. Close enough to smell that heavenly, manly cocktail wafting off him. And then he leans in, close enough for you to hear him breathing. You look up, hoping you can shake something to say or do, but all words evaporate from your brain as you look in his eyes.
âSecond thoughts?â he asked, scanning your face.Â
His breath is warm and whiskey-sharp. Fuck, youâre staring at his lips now and It makes you bite your own. He bends down slightly to rub his hands against his jeans for warmth.Â
You shook your head, your soft no trapped between your faces. His barely warmed fingers graze your cheek not a second later. You breathed a moan, silent and needy, across his hand. Staring into his eyes, the absurd thought floats across your mind of how you wished you hadnât taken off your shoes. You felt too small as he leaned down to finally, finally, kiss you.Â
His other hand stopped your head from crashing back against the wall, but you donât think you would have noticed or cared. You didnât care that your noses crushed a little too aggressively together before you could make yourself to tilt your head, or how neither of you wanted to let go to let the other breathe. You were instantly addicted to his heat, his breath, his mouth and the chaste kisses heâs pressing slowly across your lips, the way he gently holds your head. You grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him in. You needed him closer, and, with a groan, he gave it to you. You ran your hands up to his hair as he nipped your lip, pulling your mouth open with a moan.Â
His hands released your face, drifting down to your waist to pull you off the wall and into his arms. He slowly smoothed up your ribs to your hips, warming your chilled body with his hands. You relaxed into this warm little bubble he created, opening up. All too quick though, he pulled away. As much as your hands would let him, that is. Your eyes fluttered back open as he breathed a whiskey-hot breath across your face and cleared his throat.Â
âAnything you need to tell me about?â he asked, a new seriousness to his voice.Â
You shook your head. He didnât move. That answer apparently wasnât to his satisfaction.
âNo,â you answered. Then, after a pause, you asked âYou?â
His thumb swiped at your bottom lip, pulling it open. His heavy eyes watched as you so sweetly allowed him to continue petting at your lip, deeper and deeper into your mouth, until his thumb met your tongue.Â
âNoâ he answered, pressing his lips to yours.Â
The kiss quickly turned deeper, messier, needier. From the first time his tongue ran over yours, you were lost. It was hard enough for you to remember to breathe, let alone give anything back as he did all the work of making out with you, but you didnât care. You let him press you back against the wall and devour your mouth. Fuck, was all you could think. Fuck, you need this so bad. He was so warm, the sharp alcohol taste melting away until it was just him. You kept your hands in his hair, running your fingers through it and earning a groan against your mouth. He was running his hands, those huge hands of his, over your body, trying to figure out how to get you out of your clothes. One hand broke its way past the band of your leggings and the other sloped up your bare back under your lace and velvet.Â
He pulled you apart, haggard breathing filling the room.Â
ââs your room?â he slurred against your ear, voice deep and husky already.Â
You nodded, eyes still shut and mouth open. You hopped he was talking about the door across the room, which was your bedroom, and not the one farther along that same wall, which lead to the bathroom. You didnât have time to detangle your arms from Simon to do anything, let alone help, as he simply picked you up, earning a little squeal as he squeezed your ass, walking you quickly across the room.
Once inside, he set you down on your low bed. The platform kept your box spring and mattress technically off the floor, and that had been good enough for you at the time you moved in. Now, with all six feet whatever of Simon towering over it, it felt ridiculous. At least your mattress would be large enough for the two of you. Simon stood between your legs for a moment before kneeling down to your level. The light from your living room windows silhouetted him in the inky dark. If you had all of your brain functions, you would have been sad to lose the ability to see him. He pulled your face to his, your cold noses touching as he pulled your shirts over your head.Â
âWonât keep you in the cold for long, love,â he groaned, hands circling your rib cage.Â
He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your throat, right above your necklace, clavicle, sternum, traveling down until he nestled his face in between your breasts. He stayed there, breathing in your skin and sighing as you ran your hands through his hair again.Â
âFuckinâ perfect,â he said pulling away with a kiss to each breast before popping open the closure on the front of your bra.Â
You shivered at the sudden cold on your chest, letting your bra fall off your back. You reached up to unclasp your choker with shaking hands. You threw it softly into a pile of clothes at the foot of your bed. He allowed himself to cup one breast in his hand for a second, his rough palm sliding across the nipple, sending spines of need straight down to your cunt. Letting go reluctantly, he pulled your leggings down your hips. You hopped up so he could shuck them off completely, leaving you naked except for your panties. He didnât take any time to touch you after he threw them to the floor.Â
âGet under before yâ freeze,â he urged you.Â
You didnât wait for another command. You dove under your duvet, pulling it up to your nose, willing it to make you warm again. You had actually forgotten you were cold. You were finding It was frighteningly easy to forget things while he had his hands on you. Standing back up, Simon pulled his shirt off and threw it in front of him into the dark abyss of your bed. You watched his silhouette as he opened his jeans. The zipper far too loud and metallic for the little space. He hissed as he shuffled his pants down his thighs. You squinted into the darkness. You could just make him out holding his cock, still in his briefs, against his stomach.
âStill sure you want this?â he asked, voice thin and restrained, standing over you.Â
You didnât answer, but instead reached a hand out of your blanket cocoon toward him. He took it. You heard his jeans finish falling to the floor and then felt his knee push into the mattress. Your bed didnât complain half as loud as you expected it to under his added weight. He pulled up the blankets around you, covering himself once he found you.Â
He crowded into your space, legs and arms wrapping around you, tucking you under his chin and covering you with his body. He held you like this for a while, warming you until your shivers stopped. You sighed against his chest, running your hands up and down him, feeling his scars. God he had so many scars. What had happened to him? He held you tighter, hands resting on your shoulder and waist. His breath softened, coming less and less haggard as you continued to smooth your palms over his skin. You both could have fallen asleep like this.Â
He lightly kissed your forehead, right at your hairline, and it felt . . . different. This didnât feel like a random hookup anymore. Lust was bleeding into something more, something deeper. You knew that you didnât take just any guy home. It took a lot for you to open up enough to even talk to a guy, let alone get this far. How and why this was happening so fast, you didnât know. Maybe your body knew better than your brain and overrode your usual self tonight. Maybe it knew, or thought it knew, that he was different, special even. You closed your eyes. Or maybe you were just wishing it was so.Â
Simon hitched your leg up over his hip. His hand trailed from your knee to your hip, tracing the lace of your underwear down to where you were pressed together, right to your naval. He stopped for a second, lingering before pressing his fingers against your sex, sliding down your clothed folds. You sighed a whine, breath bouncing against his chest and back to your face. He slowly drifted his hands up and down and you could feel your slick leaking though the cloth onto his fingers. Oh fuck. You let your head fall down onto his bicep where he curled his arm around you. You bucked your hips into his touch. God you wanted him. Needed him. Needed to go wherever this ended. Needed to feel wanted again.
He pulled his hand away and pushed you onto your back. Your vision filled with his darker form against the room before he crashed his lips down onto you. His fingers came back, circling your hole as you whined into his mouth.Â
He cracked his mouth away. âDâ yâ like that, love? Want me to finger you?âÂ
You were nodding, begging him to continue without words before he finished his sentence. He was eager to slide his hand down your panties. His fingers met your clit and you keened against his mouth. He was hovering just far enough above you to drink in your whines and moans or to lean in for a kiss when he wanted. It had been too long since someone else had touched you, let alone well. He swore as he swiped down your clit, working your slick around the little nub.Â
âYâ fucking wet,â he groaned, sliding his fingers lower, dipping into your hole, probing and stretching your skin. Fuck, his fingers were thick. âSo fucking wet.â
You crossed your arms closer behind his neck, forcing him down to you, as he pushed a finger in. The fullness, the rough drag of his skin inside you, against your softest parts, even the angle he was able to get, one that you were never able to reach, it was unraveling you. You were reminding yourself to breathe between moans as he fucked into you. Eventually, he decided that your panties were in his way, so he pulled away and shucked them off. He quickly covered you again, filling your mouth with his tongue and cunt with his finger. He propped himself off you to watch as you melted to the pump of his hand.Â
His other hand wiped away the stray hairs from your forehead. âSo pretty fâ me,â he sighed as he watched you.Â
âFuck. Si.â You cried into the cold air. You weakly tried to pull him back down. He was too far away. You needed him back, right next to you, breathing each otherâs breaths. He groaned, leaning back down for another kiss.Â
âYeah? Close? Gonna cum for me?â He said teasing a second finger inside you, thumb working circles on your clit.Â
You felt like you were going to die in the best way. Your hands fell off his shoulders to cover your face as your eyes screwed shut. You could get used to feeling his rough skin dragging inside you, making you feel so full as he stroked that spot inside you that made you clench embarrassingly hard and drool down his hand. You felt lightheaded. Stars were popping in front of your eyes, small and bright.Â
His free hand shoved your wrists above your head so he could see you. You wouldnât know. You couldnât see anything. Even if the lights had been on, you donât think you could make yourself think right now. Â
âHear me?â He growled in your ear, voice impossibly low, fingers not stopping.Â
Your breath caught in your throat. Fuck. You didnât know you wanted that. Your body went taught, clenching around his fingers.Â
âYes,â you squeaked, dissolving into a moan.Â
You felt the hand containing your wrists come down to stroke at your cheek. His thumb pressed harder to your clit as a reward.Â
âPlease Si,â you cried, âplease please please.â
It only took a few more circles of your clit before you were cuming, trembling and keening helplessly in his arms. He waited, head hanging to your chin, breathing haggardly across your chest, for you to come down before pulling his fingers out of you. He brought them to his mouth as he sat up, humming in satisfaction as he sucked off your wetness. He leaned down for a quick kiss, your taste lingering on your lips.Â
âDone well, love,â he said pulling your legs farther apart so he could pull your bodies flush.Â
His hard cock, still clothed, rubbed up your oversensitive pussy. Simon groaned at the same time you whined. Your head went swirling again. God, you needed him inside you. You didnât care how. You would make it work. You used your knees on his hips to pull his briefs down. He read your obvious intentions and helped you finish pulling his underwear off, kicking them down into your bed.Â
He pressed himself to you again, this time letting you feel his length bare as he slid across your folds. He cut off a loud groan in his throat, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he did it again. You threw your head back, eyes shut again as he nudged your clit with every thrust. Your moans were silent at this point, absolutely useless.Â
âSi,â you cried bucking up into him, âWant you. Please.âÂ
He kissed your shoulder. âYeah?â he asked in a husky whisper. âWant this?â he said grasping his cock at the base, pressing the weight of it into your stomach. âThink you can take all this in that little pussy of yours, love?âÂ
You clenched at the thought of it. Fuck yes you wanted it. You can take it. You nodded earnestly, hair fluttering against his face. He pulled himself up to lean on his forearm, the one with all of the tattoos, next to your head. His other hand guided his tip to rest at your entrance. Fuck. Even that felt huge. You bit your lip to suppress the wanton moans that just the thought of his cock pressing into you were pulling out of you.Â
You felt his face over yours, lips almost touching.Â
âWanna hear you,â he whispered across your lips.Â
You let go of your bottom lip. He kissed you for only a second before pulling back a breath and pushing an inch into your hot, wet cunt.Â
You wailed. Actually wailed. He was big, really big. There was no getting around that. You hissed out a breath to steady yourself. He was definitely the biggest youâd ever had. No fucking doubt. You felt Simon sweetly press his forehead to yours. He waited for your breaths to even out before pulling out to the head and thrusting ever so slowly back in.Â
âDoinâ good fâ me,â he said petting down your side, hand coming back to rest on your hips.Â
He gave you another kiss, distracting you as he shallowly pulled out and fucked back in. You lay back and tried to relax as he set a slow rhythm, just barely pushing in a bit with every thrust. You must have lost your mind, because the stretch was addicting. It was nothing like your first time, or any other time after. Feeling his cock work inside you, filling you so wondrously full with just an edge of pain, you were in heaven.Â
Until you werenât. You hit your limit right in the middle of that fat fucking cock of his. The heavy thickness of it was testing the stretch limit of your hole and the head was poking painfully at your cervix. You pushed your hand against his shoulder.Â
âThatâs it. No more,â you said with a wince.Â
He nodded, stopped and sat up. He pulled out a bit, relieving the uncomfortable pressure in your pussy, then set another slow pace.Â
âBetter?â He asked.Â
âYeah,â you said, melting back into the bed with his thrusts.Â
You wished you could see yourself now, as you looked up at him. What had you done to deserve such a guy? You heard him lick his thumb, as if you needed it. He started to work circles around your clit again. He hummed as you arched into his touch.Â
âKnew yâ couldnât take it all,â he teased, laughing under his breath.Â
He repositioned your legs, pressing them toward your chest so he could fuck right across your g-spot, thumb still pressed to your clit. Any comment you could have made at his words fucked instantly out of you as you saw stars.Â
âBoys yâ fucked before never had that problem, eh?â The cocky bastard said with a smile.Â
âAh! Fuck! Si!â you cried with every thrust as he built you toward your second high.Â
âGonna cum again fâ me?â He asked, pace increasing.Â
You heard your bed start to creak. You thanked God once again that you lived on the bottom floor. You couldnât believe you were going to not only cum twice, but cum on his cock. Something you thought was impossible, at least for you.Â
âYâ ever cum more than once?â Simon hummed, smoothing his hand up your stomach and chest.
âNo,â you whined, mind swimming deliriously numb with pleasure.Â
âCum fâ me then, love,â he said, voice dripping gravel in your ear as he tweaked your clit, sending you over the edge.Â
Cumming before had felt amazing, but this - this - was untoppable. Your head was swimming with emotions. You felt like laughing, crying, screaming all at once. You settled for pulling his head into your shoulder. You cried as you clenched down around him, holding his cock hard enough to force him to stop moving. He held you through it again, waiting for you to come back to earth, still numb, fuzzy, and spinning. That was probably the best orgasm youâd had . . . ever. Â
You were still laying in your afterglow, breathing in gasps, when Simon pressed a kiss to your face. You felt his cool, wet lips against the hot blush of your cheeks. He must have been biting his lip, willing himself not to cum with you, or inside you.Â
âWhere you want it?â He whispered into your ear.Â
âOn me,â you answered. âWanna see it.â
He groaned, allowing himself to thrust in again. Your pussy squelched obscenely around him.Â
â. . . yeah?â He replied weakly, voice faltering.Â
You must have hit on something he liked to so quickly drain all the bravado from him. He nestled his face close enough to touch noses with you. He held you as close as he could in his arms, letting you splay your legs against his back as he fucked into you, rocking forward and back in a slow slide.Â
âWant me tâ make a mess of yâ? Thatâs what yâ want?â
âYes,â you breathed across his mouth.Â
Then, all the chains came off. He dove into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and moaning like a man starved. He fucked you at a frantic pace, finally able to hit you deep again and again and again. All you could do was claw at his back and neck and hold on for dear life.Â
Suddenly, he gasped into your mouth then pushed himself up. He let himself fuck one last thrust into your sinfully wet pussy before he pulled out and worked himself over your stomach. He whined as he came, falling forward onto his other hand, sending spurts of cum up your torso. He caught his breath for a few seconds before he pulled himself up onto his knees. He spent another minute admiring his work.Â
âLâs gâd on yâ,â he slurred, pulling at the skin on your belly where it was forming a pool.Â
He slid out of bed, careful not to let the blankets fall onto you. He fished his briefs out and stepped into them with a wobble, eyes never leaving the silver shine across your torso. Â
âBathroom?â He asked pointing his thumb behind him to the only other door in your apartment.Â
You nodded.Â
âLemme clean yâ up,â he said snapping the elastic up over his still-hard cock.Â
He adjusted himself as he wandered out of your bedroom. You heard him bump against the door frame and then again on the bathroom door. You lay back with your hands over your face, trying not to laugh. You heard the top of your dirty clothes bin hit the wall as he flipped it open, then the soft shuffling of the towels and clothes inside. The lid was flipped back down with a soft thwack. The faucet turned on, ran for a second, then turned off.
Simon appeared back in your doorway a moment later, more stable on his feet now. He kneeled over you, cleaning you off with the hand towel. You hissed as he swiped the cold, wet cloth up your torso.Â
âOkay?â he asked. His warm hand followed behind the towel, warming and drying you, finding any spatters he had missed as well.Â
âYeah,â you answered, soothed by his touch, by the amount of care and effort he was showing to you: a random hookup.
He tossed the towel behind him, adding to the jungle of clothes that scattered your floor. He rested his knee back on the bed, leaning down to clear a space in the bed with his arms, part of which you were occupying.
âMove on in then, love,â he softly commanded.
You reluctantly gave up your warm spot, inching over toward the wall. Once he had made space for his massive frame, he made himself comfortable by squishing the pillow into position and pulling your blankets up over his shoulder. You were about to do the same, try to get comfortable in the cold corner you had been exiled to in your own bed, when you felt his hands grab at your hips.
âGet over here. Warm yâ up,â he said.
You helped him pull your back against his chest. You relaxed, laying your head on his arm as he held you with the other. He even let you twine your fingers together. You felt his breath ruffle through your hair where his face was pressed. You closed your eyes and listened to the soft pound of his heart as you drifted off.
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a/n: this is baby author's first (published) smut, so if it's horrible and unrealistic please let me know! girlie is doing her best! also my hands hurt so bad omg
#starry writes#mw2#ghost/reader#call of duty#cod fanfic#cod mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#FIRST REAL SMUT PUBLISHED BAY-BE!!! đ„łđ„łđ„ł#if you missed my post today(?) part 2 will be posted on wednesday and part 3 on friday!
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begin again đ· (split pt. 3)
pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader
type: instagram imagine, social media au
notes: the long awaited part 3! this took so long only cause i had no idea how i want it to go lol anyway i hope u guys love this one :D lmk what u think!
about: almost a year after your split with charles, fans take a trip down memory lane and wondering why the two of you seemed to have watered things down after soft launching other people months ago. a bunch of rumors also set twt crazy along with speculations at your paddock appearance where you apparently support ferrari.
read: part 1, part 2 (can read on its own, but the parts provide context hehe)
yourusername
liked by isahernaez, lilymhe, landonorris, and 231,298 others
yourusername back at the happiest place on earth â€ïž
lilymhe Have fun, love xo
yourbff Looking that good just to watch a race????
tyretactics QUEEN I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO YOU EVERY RACE
charliez1655 miss mam twt is on fire we all miss you đȘ
leclercsluv wdym shes almost always at every race ricciardoshooey no they meant w charles lol
yourusername recently added to her instagram story!
Now playing: Charles Leclerc, 2023 Austrian GP, Post-Sprint Shootout Interviews
yourusername
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yourusername on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again
lecslover looking GOOD AS HELL QUEEN
sainzplaylist god shes back to the man shes been soft launching i think i am going to be: sick
1655lecs that might be charles, we don't know đ sainzplaylist yeah i think its time we let that go lol
wagsqueens mam im sorry wym by begin again???
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charles_leclerc It's nice to have a friend đ
tyreexpert u cant tell me thats not y/n đȘ she's his friend after all...
joris__trouche Looking sharp!
lecssainz16 war is over you guys theyre back at it i am in my acceptance stage now
Some months later...
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yourusername i am and willl always be your number one fan. words cannot encapsulate how proud i am of you; truly, you deserve all of this and so much more. congratulations, my love â€ïž
it's nice to see you running towards me again :)
ps. yes we've been soft-launching each other the past months hahaha
leclercfan AM I DREAMING SOMEONE PINCH ME
livwatchraces i screamed when i saw you guys on the screen!!!
carlossainz55 Aaand they're back đ
charles_leclerc Thanks, number one shipper
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charles_leclerc Sunshine in human form.
A few months ago, I started hanging on to the fact that in good faith and in good time, things will eventually work its way out. Almost a year ago, it seems as if we have closed a chapter but today, we are living proof people who are made for each other can begin again.
Ce sera toujours toi đ€ It will always be you.
scuderiaferrari We missed you tons, Y/N! â€ïž
wagsf1 the queen of all queens is back we love to see it
lecslover it's years later and he still talks about her the same way he always have đ„č
sainzchamp The way theyve been soft launching each other all this time and that one rumor of Charles being with another girl was still Y/N đ
yourusername sold our apartment already? too bad đ
charles_leclerc I never actually sold it, if I did, I'd probably buy it back
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notes: eeee and its finally done! cant believe it took so much time before i finished all three parts lol anyway thank you so much for those who waited for the part three (i see all the asks on my inbox and the comments ehehe) i really just didn't know how i wanted it to go so! i hope you guys love this and lmk what you think <3
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Part 2: What Then?
I promise I have a life, but I couldn't help writing part 2 today! This takes place the same day as the "Development Day" when Syd and Carmy are thrown off by each other's answers during an ice breaker activity. Post-season 2. Feel-good fluff.
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"So those are the menu changes for Chicago Restaurant Week. If you have questions, feel free to ask me or Chef Sydney. You should also have an email from Natalie by later today. Okay, let's prep for night service!"
Carmy closed the meeting, grateful that it was finally over. He was no longer afraid of public speaking after rising in the ranks of various kitchens, but his mind was not in this ever since the ice breaker. He, Carmen Berzatto, had made Sydney's favorite meal ever? The last time he prepared the pork confit and the Milk and Honey dishes she mentioned was several years ago. Back then he was at Eleven Madison Park, a rising star on the culinary scene, who chain-smoked, slept 3 hours a night, and was berated by the EC daily. It was a nightmare peppered with flashes of genius. He was dying to ask her about it, but before he could get her attention Sydney had slipped into the kitchen.
He stared disappointed at the window that separated the dining area and kitchen.
"Hey Bear, what's up with you?" Richie said sidling up to him trying to follow his gaze.
"Nothing cousin."
"Yeah, right. I missed when it happened, but it seems like you crashed and had to reboot during the meeting. Then you were lost in Sydney-land. Want to talk about it?"
Carmy rubbed his eyes and raked his hands through his hair. When he used both hands, Richie knew without a doubt he had hit on something.
"First, cool it about Syd. That handout you gave us was really cute. And yes, there's something on my mind, but it's not for me to say."
Richie grinned and rubbed Carmy's shoulder.
"Fine, just get your head together because tonight is going to be loaded and it includes three anniversaries and a birthday. And second, you need to cool it about her or do something. It's like I'm living in The Wonder Years with Kevin and Winnie."
"What?"
"Oh, right. That's probably before your time. Kids!"
With that Richie sauntered over to the host stands to strategize with the wait staff and hosts.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sydney who had a thousand things to do, was adding at least a hundred more onto her plate. She didn't want to appear like she had a moment to spare. She and Carmy could talk at the end of the night as usual, without any eavesdropping. This would also give her time to think of an explanation as to why she never mentioned eating at Eleven Madison Park and that she wasn't a stalker who followed him to The Beef. To top off this awkward sundae, Carmy casually admitted his favorite part of the day was closing, the only time they are alone every day. She hoped no one else had connected the dots on that last part.
The afternoon and the night never went quicker to her chagrin. Even when one of the line cooks was sent home due to illness and a large group put in an order for 7 Fishes two minutes before tickets closed, she thought the night couldn't last long enough. Fortunately, Carmy seemed resigned to waiting and didn't look at her more than usual. In a flash service was over and no one was in the mood to hang around. By 11:00pm Sydney had cleaned her station for the third time and forced herself to go to Carm's office. He sat there pretending to do busy work, patiently waiting like a child who consoled himself that his parents wouldn't make him wait too long to open his Christmas presents.
"Hey Syd...it was a good night," he said softly not wanting to scare her away.
Sydney nodded and took a seat. Might as well get it over with it.
"Okay, yes. You made the best meal I've ever had. During a break at the CIA, I went to NYC and ate everywhere on my list, including Eleven Madison Park. It was a Wednesday night and I ordered several things including pork confit and Milk and Honey."
Sydney couldn't help closing her eyes and smiling at the memory. Her guard began to slip.
"Carm, it was like tasting my future and the best part of my past at the same time. I asked the waiter who made those dishes and he said Carmen Berzatto."
Carmen leaned forward on the desk. Whenever Sydney praised him, he felt like a cactus in an unexpected downpour. He wouldn't waste a single word. Her sunny existence and her belief in him sustained him during his dry seasons. He reached for her whenever he looked at the debt they still owed Uncle Cicero, when his mother finally visited The Bear and cried saying that he had erased Mikey, and even when their success seemed too good to be true.Â
Sydney opened her eyes to find him looking at her in the way he had. It was terrifying because she had a very specific plan for her career. It also thrilled her, knowing the power she had over him. Five months ago, she had been begging for his focus and now she knew every her mood, glance, and word she spoke impacted him. Once for the fun of it during a slow night she stared at him until she drew his attention and smiled. He blushed, smiled back, came towards her without saying "corner", and crashed into one of the servers, sending three Michael cannoli to the floor. That was three months ago when she first realized something was going on with him. She'd refused to abuse her power since, going so far as to convince herself that she was overestimating his feelings. Then he said the best part of his day was closing. She hoped, well sort of hoped, that they could maintain this close, but not too close partnership and friendship without complications.
After a long pause Carmen sighed and sat back in his chair.
"So, how did you find me?"
"Well, like I said when we met, it was the job posting. I recognized your name and also The Beef from my dad taking me here."
She shrugged thoughtfully.
"It felt like it was meant to be. It gave me hope for the first time since Sheridan went under."
He nodded.
"It's really strange. You came here because I inspired you and the only reason, I felt capable of attempting something this big was because of you" he said gesturing to the ceiling.
"Yeah?" Sydney whispered.
"Yeah."
He stood up and walked around to sit on the desk facing her. Now, Sydney felt vulnerable looking up at him. It was so easy for him to unnerve her when he spoke this way, like under the table.
Carmy took one her hands and after a moment brought it to his lips.
"Thank you for telling me, Syd. It means a lot."
Sydney was unable to speak. Her throat had closed.
"Soon, is your one year work anniversary and I think we should celebrate."
She nodded.
Carmy set her hand down.
"It's late. I'll drive you home."
With that they left the office, gathered their stuff, and walked to his car in silence.
As they drove, Sydney attempted to talk herself down. Was that hand kiss, an Italian thing? Possibly. It also seemed like Carmy decided to do...something, but what? Worse, she was feeling like they had traded positions in mere seconds. She'd enjoyed having the upper hand. Oh, well. With a goodnight's rest she'd be back in form tomorrow. Maybe "accidentally" brush past him, or ask him to lift something heavy for her and comment on his strength. Then it would be game over for poor Carmy bear. For now, she wouldn't worry about the work anniversary. It was probably just going to be a cake Carm commissioned Marcus to bake.
Probably.   Â
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Well Met By Moonlight Part 9
Hey guys! I'm back. Sorry I missed posting on Sunday, but I was supposed to have internet in the new place on Friday, but didn't get it until today. So to make up for it, I'll post on Saturday.
And yes, WIP Wednesday is back this week, too.
Holy shit guys, I am sooo sorry! The last time I updated this story was way back in November. I've been sitting on fresh chapters for at least half that! I thought I had updated it since then but I guess not!
I guess be sure to reread the earlier chapters to remember where this one left off?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
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Steve wrote down his lie that he was going to tell Tommy and sealed it in an envelope. He handed it to Robin.
âOpen that only when I tell to you,â he warned.
She nodded.
Steve had already called the Mayor to set up his first town hall meeting and encouraged Billy to do the same. He doubted Billy would do it. He liked that humans saw vampires as evil. He liked that the myths that surrounded vampire-kind was incorrect. He thought he could use it against humans.
Steve wasnât so sure. It was like the cross he had been nailed to. Crosses were thought to have been talismans against vampires, not werewolves. And it wasnât as though Steve was going to spill every secret about his pack.
He just wanted to clear up some misconceptions about werewolves.
When he showed up to the meeting he wasnât surprised to see that Billy wasnât there. But he was surprised to see Eddie and Wayne there. They could only answer questions about bitten vampires, but at least it was something.
âThank you everyone for comââ Steve said.
Just then the double doors burst open and in walked two redheaded girls.
They couldnât be more different from each other if they tried.
The oldest of the two girls, even though they stood at the same height wore preppy clothes. Her long curly, strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in an artfully messy ponytail. She looked every inch the cheerleader she was.
The younger of the girls had her bright red hair in braided pigtails. Her clothes were cute but eclectic. Her face was freckled and her smile was mischievous.
Beside him he heard Nancy let out a huff of laughter and Steve was tempted to do the same.
It appeared that Chrissy Cunningham and Max Mayfield either by the directive of their Dominus or not, had come to the meeting.
âMy apologies, alpha Harrington,â Chrissy said. âI mixed up the time, I had hoped to arrive early rather than late.â
Max rolled her eyes. âYou donât need to talk so formally, itâs only Steve.â
There was a twittering of laughter from the crowd as the two girls made their way up the aisle to the stage. Steve reached out a hand to Chrissy and helped her to onto the stage. Max batted Steveâs hand when he offered it to her next.
She eyed it a moment and then leapt up to land on it as soft as a cat on her feet.
Chrissy rolled her eyes. âShow off.â
Max stuck out her tongue as there was a flurry of activity behind Steve to setup to more chairs for the vampire born.
Nancy and the two born stretched out on the left side of the stage while Steve and the two bitten vampires stretched out on the right side of the stage accidentally dividing it men and women.
Once everyone was situated Steve spoke again. âWelcome everyone. Thank you all for coming out to the first of what I hope to be many of these town hall meetings.â
The crowd stirred restlessly.
âThough they need no introduction,â Steve continued, âmay I present, vampires Chrissy Cunningham, Max Mayfield, Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson, and my female alpha, Nancy Wheeler.â
There was some muttering in the crowd, something dark. Steve shared a glance with Wayne, having both caught on to the undertow of anger.
But who were they angry at?
âLetâs get this started,â Steve said. âI had people write the question they wanted answered the most and Mayor Roberts has graciously offered to moderate for us tonight.â
Mayor Roberts handed him a stack of notecards with questions on them.
âRight, first question why does it say that a wooden stake to the heart would kill a vampire? Doesnât that do that for everyone?â
Wayne and Chrissy shared a glance, and the she waved her hand at him for him to answer.
He broke off a piece of wood from a nearby structure and unbuttoned his shirt. He stared the audience square in the eye as he buried the makeshift stake into his chest.
The people in front of him gasped, while those behind him winced. He pulled the stake out and slowly the wound closed in upon itself without even so much as a drop of blood spilt.
Wayne tossed the makeshift stake at Chrissy and she slammed it on her arm, causing the wood to splinter everywhere as it shattered against her skin.
âMyth denied,â Max said with a grin.
Suddenly there was an uproar from the audience as they surged to their feet. Steve and Nancy chuckled into their hands, heads pressed together.
âWhat about other weapons?!â someone cried from the crowd, barely loud enough to be heard over the shouting of the crowd.
âYou want to try it?â Wayne growled.
The person sat down hard and the room went silent.
âSilver weakens us, but doesnât hurt us,â Wayne said. âMakes more like super humans instead of supernatural beings. Might prevent us from changing into our other forms. Yes, we have more than one. There was a wood long ago that could kill us if you stabbed us in the heart, but it has long since gone extinct.â
Chrissy smiled. âLike the Roman contraceptive of old, you mortals drove it to extinction because you used it in everything, thinking if it could kill us, then building houses, wagons, crosses, and yes even stakes out of it would protect you from us.â
Eddie was grateful that mortals couldnât see him roll his eyes from that distance. Because no, the wood was not extinct, but he knew why Chrissy and his uncle were telling them that. No need to give them ammunition. Yew. The answer was yew. Planted in cemeteries and graveyards for over a millennia, it was a guard against the rising of the undead and nearly used to extinction.
It still is a rare tree and the ones that are left are closely protected. And if a couple of the keepers were vampires, whoâs to say it isnât for conservation reasons?
Steve looked over at him and winked. Eddie huffed out a laugh. Yeah, it seemed like Steve knew that too.
Wayne and Chrissy sat down and Steve stood back up.
âThat one was a fun one,â Steve said with a grin. The audience stared up at him in disbelief. âLetâs get on to the next question. What is the purpose of a female alpha?â
Steveâs grin grew. âSounds like a question for our Nancy Wheeler.â He handed the mic to her.
âFemale alphas act as âmotherâ to the pack,â she explained. âThere are family units in each pack but just as the alpha male makes decisions for the whole pack as leader, he will come to the alpha female for advice to make sure heâs taking in all aspects of the situation. Sheâs co-leader. Often times the alpha female and male are bonded, but not necessarily. Iâm not bonded to Steve for example.â
Someone raised their hand and Nancy called on them.
âThen how is female alpha chosen if they arenât mates?â they asked.
âThis is a question for our alpha male.â Nancy smiled and handed the mic back to Steve.
Steve laughed. âMost older alphas will pick their mate because itâs easier to counsel with someone youâre bonded to. Plus there is always the chance that your mate will be jealous if the alpha female isnât her.â
There was some murmuring, but is sounded more like understanding then the anger when they first started.
âBut in cases where the alpha isnât bonded he will either pick someone who they are looking to bond with or the strongest female in the pack. In my case I picked the strongest female I could trust. And that was Nancy. Sheâs a capable leader and a good friend.â
Nancy blushed.
âAnd what happens when you do bond?â someone shouted from the crowd.
âThat is something that would be discussed before hand,â Steve said. âIf my mate even wants to be alpha female, then she would discuss it with Nancy. There is no rite of combat like there is with an alpha male.â
The real answer was that Nancy would be forced to step down and his mate would step up. But he wasnât going to tell this group that. Also, it was a given that once Steve found someone else, anyone else Nancy would step down. She didnât like being Steveâs alpha female. But she also knew the power vacuum that would have occurred if she hadnât.
Because keeping Joyce as alpha female would have caused a rift between the alpha male and female that could have torn the pack asunder.
âNext question...â Steve said and continued to answer questions.
Yes, they couldnât be one hundred percent truthful. Because they didnât want to hand over the information about their weaknesses to their enemies, but good god, it felt good to dispel rumors like crosses and consecrated ground did nothing to vampires or werewolves. That werewolves werenât limited to shape changing once a month, but that the forced change of the full moon was taxing on their bodies hence the need for schools and employers to give them moon days off.
Moon days were the day after the full moon where the very tired human form of the werewolf need to rest from the activities the night before.
The meeting had gone over so well, that the mayor, the president of the Hawkins Middle School PTA and the president of the teachers' union had all come up to him to ask him to do a more kid friendly version for the middle schoolers.
A fact that had him wanting to cheer and run to Robin to tell her how well it worked.
Before he left to do just that Chrissy came up to him and pressed an envelope into his hand.
"The Dominus sends his regards.â
Steve looked down at the envelope and tried hard not to snarl. It wasnât Chrissyâs fault. She was just the messenger and very likely didnât even know what was in the envelope. But Steve did.
He saw her and Max off before turning to look at the Munsons. He nodded their direction and Wayne nodded back. Steve had informed them of his and Robinâs plan before he enacted it.
Nancy looked between them with a frown creasing her forehead. Steve hadnât told her what was going on yet and he felt the heat of her ire at being kept out of a loop she felt she shouldnât have been kept out of.
Steve just shook his head at her. He would tell her when he was ready.
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Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20
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ăă / DREAMS COME TRUE covered by Hikaru
Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This is the 6th installment of my "Singing & Playing Challenge"đč I don't have the proper equipment, so I recorded it on my iPhoneđ
The song is "Suki" by DREAMS COME TRUE, a single released in 1994. I fell in love with this song after discovering "DREAMS COME TRUE GREATEST HITS "THE SOUL"" released in 2000. I have a lot of favourite songs by Dreams Come True, but I remember being deeply moved by the words woven together on top of of such a simple melody. I'll read everyone's suggestions in the comment section and think about whether to release another part in the series!
Hikaru Wednesday Music Champ Broadcast
Following her short broadcast last Saturday, Hikaru went back to her regular Wednesday live streams. She had been made aware that lots of people missed the first half of that broadcast so she was kind enough to explain the situation one more time. She didn't really go into much detail, just repeated what she had already shared with us. With too many people involved in the project, things just didn't go according to plan and in their position as singers, they couldn't really do anything about it except accept the less than ideal circumstances. Hikaru then made sure to emphasise that everything she's currently talking about is her position only and it doesn't necessarily reflect Wakana's or Keiko's opinion on the matter. In fact, she says that even if she is able to talk about certain things, that doesn't mean that Wakana and Keiko have the same freedom. They are all operating under different conditions so they can't handle the situation in the same manner. We should also be aware that if there are things she doesn't mention it is not because she is purposefully leaving us in the dark about certain details. It is simply because she isn't able/allowed to talk about those things. She has shared as much with us as she is able to.
KEIKO LIVE in the DARK -Sagittarius- K021đč in Fukuoka
Keiko held another Planetarium Live today at the Fukuoka City Science Museum Dome Theater. She was once again accompanied by her guitarist Yas Nakajima to allow for a very simple arrangement highlighting Keikoâs singing and the beautiful starry sky.
Tweet by Keiko | Tweet by Yas Nakajima | Instagram post by Keiko
Title: ăKEIKO LIVE in the DARK -Sagittarius- K021ă Date: 2024/10/26; 19:30 Start (19:00 Open) Venue: Fukuoka City Science Museum Dome Theater Tickets (Ticket Board): Regular Seat: 8,000ć | Regular Seat B (obstructed view): 6,000ć KEIKO Official Fan Club Ticket Lottery: 24/8/21 ïœ 24/8/26 General Ticket Sale: 2024/9/7~ Event Homepage: https://planetarium.konicaminolta.jp/livedark/keiko2024_fukuoka/
During one of the MCs, Keiko mentioned Wakana because of course, she can't perform in Fukuoka without talking about Wakana. The final MC must have been something very moving. From what I have seen, Keiko must have cried at some point. Naturally, everyone who attended the event was moved to tears. Unfortunately, they are not sharing any details other than the fact that Yuki must have told Keiko that she wanted her to continue singing in the steadfast manner we are all used to so with these words in mind, Keiko doesn't plan to stop singing any time soon. Setlist-wise, I'm just so shocked to see "Kimi ga Hikari ni Kaete Iku" on there. *sobs* Forever sad that I missed this. Damn it, sometimes I really hate that I live so far away.
Setlist (Source)
Alcohol ăMC 1
Yuuyami no Uta
KIMI GA NEMURU KARA
Close to you
Yoru no Uso to ăMC 2
Burn In The Wind
Te to Te to Me to Me
Mune no Yukue ăMC 3
Kaze no Machi e
Latte
Kimi ga Hikari ni Kaete Iku ăMC 4
YOUR
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Jikook and military service
You will find here posts not only about their military service, but also thoughts of mine or just me being in a mood during this period (meaning that mostly everything I decide to post during this time I will also be adding here).
Came here for a bitch rant
It's been over a week
Can you believe it's only been 5 weeks?
JM's dad posting 18 Jan 2024
Moment of clarity (?)
14 March 2024 - Happy White day
Missing Jikook today
A couple of words
Don't listen to unsubstantiated rumors
This is what a power couple looks like
JK's birthday 2019
OMG this thread
Enough with the JK copied JM story
Public service notice
This is on purpose. Period
Random thoughts I have on a Wednesday
Jin is home
Talking theories about Jikook pre-enlistment
Bringing back Only then
Magnate changing it's name to ZM-illenial
Are you sure?
This is happening
Is this right?
Are you sure?
A little math in the morning
Are you sure? 1st trailer
Seriously?
Are you sure? Announcement
Are you sure? Announcement (from USA)
Are you sure? Another teaser gem
To those who were still contemplating
Cuddles time
Some pics landed
Also,
D-10 countdown
Are you sure? Main trailer - D-9
D-8
D-7
D-6
D-5
D-4
D-3
D-2
Jikook You are me I am you - 'Are you sure?!' version - reblog
D-1
Yeah...
I'm here dears
Are you sure? Silver day
I guess JK is cute
And you said they don't do matchy matchy
Seems like JM knows how to make JK's heart flutter
JK and zooming in on JM's face
Jikook car drive to CT
Are you sure? Announcement from Jeju
Having a conversation Jikook style
The story of a JK, a JM and some late night wrestling
Jikook from Sapporo
Jikook and boxing
Jikook and boats
This is what knowing something is all about
Are you sure? Episode 3
JM is singing 3D
Are you sure? Jeju - More of JK's savagery
Are you sure? Jeju - JK saying JM looks pretty
Are you sure? Jeju - JK and JM's shoes
JK and FOOD?
Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 3 - JK caring for JM
Unpopular opinion perhaps
Jikook in bed - Part 1
Jikook in bed - Part 2
Jikook being wilding
A new Jikook thing
Jeju - Episode 4 - The pool
JM is prettier than the clouds
JM being JK's food - again
Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 5 - Let's start from the end
JK forgetting who the hyung is?
Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 5
What was this?
Jikook and their ramen talk
Jikook in bed - Part 3
Pool fun Jeju day 2 (Episode 5)
Jikook cuddles - Are you sure?! Jeju
Are you sure? Sapporo
Are you sure? Episode 6 - Sapporo
I'm still here
This!!! I want this!!!
The choices
Jikook Are you sure?! My take is that they pretty much are
Karma is a Biatch
This needs a little more attention
I'm lost for words
Are you sure? Sapporo - Episode 8
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WIP WEDNESDAY
Here is a little more of Little Drummerboy, the rockstar drummer au!
(chapter two posted today this is a snippet from chapter 3)
A song lyrics snippet preview for the next chapter! And yes you should be reading between ALL of those lines ;) The song is entitled âEvery other Weekendâ you might possibly imagine this to a somewhat similar tune to Conan Grayâs Heather if you so please:
you tried it for years/love wasn't enough/the front yard grew weeds/roof started to rust/you said itâd get better/trashed every one of my letters/broke bicycle training/rust under the mainframe/the car you brought by/when youâd teach me to drive/every other weekend
why would you ever miss me/stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend
stuck behind, loveblind/aged out of a system of bliss filled remission/ wandering halls long empty phone calls/ you walk by, what a sight for sore eyes/ bleak words of admission/ every other weekend
why would you ever miss me/stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend
so I fucked it up/so I ran it off/so I blew a fuse/till the world stepped up/but then you took me down/ran the weekend gambit/took my love for granted/shouldâve guessed you planned it/we struck a match/ burned the whole place down/ took the weekend off/ gave you the runaround/ but still you stand/ by that bygone date/ for your sacred meeting/ some sick twist of fate/ so I hold it up/ for all to see/ every other weekend/ but youâll never get all of me (youâll never get all of me)
stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend
Canât wait to continue posting more of this over the course of February!!!
Read Here: Part 1 | Part 2
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DAY 25 â ANATOMY CLASS
PAIRING: professor!yeonjun x student!fem!reader.
GENRE: smut, school au, kissing, unprotected sex, little age gap.
WARNINGS: smut
A/N: guys iâm really sorry for not posting yesterday. i was EXTREMELY exhausted and i didnât get the chance to finish this fic of kinktober 2023, but donât worry because i will keep updating. anyways, enjoy đ
the first day of seventh grade you remember all the girls talking about the professor of the anatomy class. âhe is so hot!â, âoh my god, if he is my professor i will studyâ, âi like anatomy class since todayâ. and when you got the chance to meet him, you knew why all the girls were falling for him.
his name was Choi Yeonjun, he was a very, very young man, tall, brown eyes, beautiful pink lips and a very charming smile. the days that you had anatomy class, were the best. paying attention to what he was saying, no, paying attention to him. paying attention to the was his hands move while explaining, paying attention to his full lips, and sometimes looking in parts you shouldnât, but it was impossible to ignore them. now you were on the last year of high school, and luckily Mr. Choi was still your anatomy professor.
âToday Mr. Choi was looking hotter that todayâ your friend Chaeyoung said. âI know I can fuck him before graduatingâ
âGod Chaeâ you said laughing. âWhat are you sayingâ
âReally! If i donât fuck him it would be a waste, besides, he is hotter that any boy in our gradeâ she replied.
âYou have a point in that thoâ you said.
Today was wednesday and it was the first anatomy class of the week, you went to class with Chae and both of you sat in the back of the class.
âGood Morning class, today iâm gonna be handing you back your examsâ Mr. Choi said.
âI hope i got a good gradeâ you whispered to your friend. âI study really, really hard for this examsâ
âI bet that you had the best grade y/n, you always have good gradesâ chae answered.
âOkay so, Son Chaeyoungâ he said. âHwang y/nâ
both of you went for your examen, not wanting to see your grades until you went back to your desks.
âokay, at the count of treeâ you said.
â1âŠâ she started.
â2âŠâ
â3!â you both said.
you opened you exam, excepting everything except this. you jaw dropped, you looked at Chaeyoung and you saw a smile on her face.
âI GOT A 98!â she gasped, standing from her desk and jumping in excitement. âWhat about you?â
â55âŠâ you said in a low voice.
âWhat?!â she exclaimed. âNo, thatâs totally impossible y/n. maybe he changed our exams, that 55 must be mineâ
âNo, chae. i really got a 55â
how was that even possible? you were good in anatomy, you never had bad grades. what happened now?
âMiss Hwang, i want to talk you laterâ Mr. Choi said.
âOkayâ you answered to him.
the class continued normally, but this time you didnât really pay that much attention. honestly, that grade had taken all your happiness away. what did you did wrong? you studied for weeks to approve this exam.
at the end of the of the class everyone packed their things and started leaving, you said goodbye to Chae and stayed on your sit waiting for your professor to talk.
âMr. Choi, if youâre keeping me here because of my exam, i swear to god i donât know what happenâ you tried to explain.
âDonât worry about the grade y/n, you will pass anatomy anyways. And please, call me Yeonjunâ he said.
âOkay uhhm Mr. Châ I mean, Yeonjun, i study really hard for this exam. what did i did wrong?â
âOh, you did nothing wrong y/nâ he said stepping behind you. âI just knew that if i wrote a bad grade on your exam you would stayâ
âDoes that mean i have a good grade?â you asked.
âDo you want to have a good grade?â
âOf course i wantâ you answered.
you wanted to have a good grade, but having this time alone with your professor wasnât actually very bad. was this going to end like those porn movies you watched? the ones that ended with the hot profesor fucking his inocente students.
i mean, it wasnât a bad idea. Yeonjun was hot, like, super hot. but he was your professor. if this was going to end like you were imagining, things will have to spice up.
âSo why are you keeping me here, profesor Yeonjun?â you said turning your head to look at him. looking up with doe eyes watching him looking directly to you.
âYou know why iâm keeping you here prettyâ he said tilting you head with his finger on your chin.
you were going to be fuck by your profesor, but you didnât want to make it that easy.
âof course, to talked about my gradeâ you replied innocently. âtell me Mr. Choi, what do i have to do to have a better grade?â
âgo sit on my deskâ he said.
you got up from your desk and went to his, sitting on the border with your legs lightly open. yeonjun came just after you, standing between your legs with his face very close you yours.
âi like when you play that innocent gameâ he said with a small smile.
his face got even more closer to yours, putting your lips together forming a kiss. his lips felt so soft against yours, one of his hands on the back on your neck and the other one on your thigh. His hand began to run along the edge of your skirt, slowly lifting it trying to get deeper. His fingers reached your panties, lightly touching the wet spot that was forming on your cunt. he moved you panties away, his middle finger touching all your slit. you could fell that he was smiling between the kiss, you must be very wet.
yeonjun started rubbing circles in you clit, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, sucking it and probably leaving dark spots in it. one of his fingers slipped on your hole while the other one was still rubbing you clit.
âfuckâ you said.
âyou wanted to have a good grade, didnât you? take it like the good girl you are.â he said on your ear.
he inserted another finger, fucking you faster this time. you head started to fell dizzy, he was so good with his fingers. you had imagine this scene thousands on time, you favorite hot professor fucking your rough on his desk, but you didnât know it was actually going to happen.
your stomach felt like it was doing back flips, you wanted to last longer but with his fingers doing magic on you pussy it was almost impossible.
âiâm gonna cumâ you moaned.
âno youâre not, i donât want you to cum like this?â he answered.
âwhat?â
yeonjun quickly took his fingers out of you, leaving you a sensation of emptiness on your pussy. a part of you felt mad, but the other one knew that something better was coming.
âbend over the deskâ he said with a serious voice. âiâm gonna fuck you properly.â
you did exactly what he did. the right side of your face hitting the cold desk, your skirt lift up, exposing you ass and cunt for the view of your professor.
you heard him unbuttoning his pants, he stroke his dick a few times near your ass and then inserted his cock inside you. his dick fill you up so well, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you were a moaning mess, and hearing how yeonjun groaned every time you clench around him made your pussy wetter.
âfucking slut, clench around me like that against and iâm gonna cumâ he said.
his big hand reached you hair, pulling your head up until your back was press against his chest. all that could be heard on the classroom were your moans and the sound of skin hitting against each other. yeonjunâs right hand traveled down your stomach, finally getting to your clit while he was fucking you harder. his left hand was around your neck, making pressure around it and making it hard to breath. the over stimulation was causing tears around your eyes, you hard gasps and moans telling you that you were about to cum.
âpleas let me cum this timeâ you barely told him, the pressure on your neck wasnât letting you talk properly.
âcum around my dick, cum like the good intelligent student that i haveâ he encouraged.
with a few more thrusts to came hard on yeonjunâs cock, seconds after his cum filled you up making a mess between your things. you legs were like jelly, you couldnât even stand properly. your professor was giving small kisses on you jaw and neck, his strong arms holding you so you donât fall.
you started to finally catch your breath, your heart beating from crazy to normally again. you couldnât believe you just do that.
âif this is going to happen every time i have bad grades, i will mess it up on purpose next timeâ you said.
âbe a bad student and you wonât be able to walk in weeksâ he replied.
âis that supposed to be bad?â you smiled.
âyou tell meâ yeonjun said.
all the things you would have to explain to chaeyoungâŠ
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Pairing: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete x LA Knight
a/n: I am coming to yâall in the midnight hour lol itâs literally 3am, and yet again I so desperately want to post more of this story. So, if yâall didnât know Sheamus is 1. Going by his real name Stephen instead of his in ring name. 2. He has a fitness YouTube channel called Celtic Warrior Workouts, I highly recommend those even if youâre not a fitness person, itâs a pretty interesting yt channel ft wwe superstars. This part of the story was inspired by three episodes of Celtic Warrior Workouts one of which featured the Browling Brutes, an episode that ft Bayley, and an episode that ft Austin Theory. Um also, I guess Iâve created a Sheamus x Austin Theory feud???ïżŒ
âźïž Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 3
It was an early Sunday morning. While this wasn't my designated gym day, I typically planned on Wednesday's; however, I made an exception. That being Stephen practically begged me to come film for his YouTube channel. I originally told him that we would be doing something simple like weight training, but unfortunately for him I got my days mixed up. When I walked into the gym, heâs already there with his camera crew, and when he looked up from his phone I was met with a warm reception. I dropped my gym bag, and leaped into Stephenâs large muscular arms. He squeezed me in a tight bear hug, it wasnât so tight that it would hurt me, but enough to let me know he genuinely missed me. âPetey!â He shouted as he gently put me back on my feet, I let out a squeal at the mention of the nickname he adorned me with long ago.Â
âSorry Iâm late, like, at the last minute I couldnât find my gym shoes. Then I found them by the end of the bed, I guess you could say theyâŠsneaked away.â I looked at Stephen expectantly, he rolled his eyes, but didnât fight the smile that crept onto his lips.Â
He playfully shoved me out the way, signaling to the camera guy, âDork.â He quickly shot at me before pivoting towards the camera to do his intro. âToday we have a special guest, whom I've been trying to get to come aboard for a while. Well today we finally got her, and boy is she a bit bubbly today. Ladies and gentlemen, Thee Hot Girl Mavis Pete, aka Texas Pete, yes like the hot sauce, aka Money Makin Mavis.â He side stepped to make some room for me to slide into frame, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and giving me another squeeze.
âAyee wassup everybody, itâs your Hot Girl Coach here.â The grin on my lips stretched from ear to ear, bouncing on my toes, and blew a kiss to the camera.Â
âAlright, alright, I see youâre ready to get going. But first, whatâs the most embarrassing thing in your playlist?â He asked, it didnât take long for me to think about it, I slapped my palm to my face. My cheeks warmed up, I pressed my lips together trying to contain my composure.
âGosh, youâre really asking me that?â A chagrin expression etched across my face, I wrap my arms around my midsection hugging myself.Â
âAw câmon you watch the channel, or well you better be watching the channel.â Stephen playfully bumped my shoulder.Â
âUgh, fine, I listen to you guys' theme songs. Right now Codyâs, Punkâs old Killswitch Engage one, and John Cenaâs are in rotation, especially when I work out.â I shrugged my shoulders, suddenly feeling shy under the scrutiny of the camera lens. Working in front of a camera while out of character felt odd to say the least. Stephen didn't make a huge deal out of it, he looked down at me with a grin, but quickly moved on.Â
He clapped his hands then pointed to me, I perked up like a puppy, the smile growing across my lips showing my teeth. âWhat are we calling this work out?â He asked, my eyebrows shot up in surprise, I didnât know I got to name the workout.Â
My brain scrambled for a clever answer, âPeteyâs Poper?â I rushed out, which revived a deep chuckle from Stephen. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, which turned into a playful headlock. To his demise he let loose on his grip which I pulled out of, and I turned it into an arm lock.Â
âOh shite! Why are you so strong? Jesus, let me go.â He cried out, not willing to give up yet, I tightened my hold.Â
âTap! Tap out Sheamo.â I laughed evilly, without hesitation he reached around, and tapped his shoulder desperately. When I was in my developmental days, sometimes Sheamus would come train with the guys, but I would weasel my way to the front, eager to train with the strongest talent. Iâve had his respect ever since then, and even in horseplay he doesnât take me lightly.Â
âNow that Iâve got my arm back, letâs go do a bit.â When he made his way over to the weights, I paused, looking at him sheepishly. When he realized I wasnât talking, he looked up at me, upon seeing the expression on my face, he rolled his eyes. âWhat now?â His eye squinting, a knowing look in his eyes, and a hint of a smirk on his lips. âI know when youâre up to bullshite Petey.âÂ
I took a half step back, he faked a punch at me, but I dodged away. âListen, listen, listen. Donât hate me butâŠtoday is Pilates day.â I whispered towards the end, his eyebrows shot up, and his head fell back dramatically, I turned to the camera, âSheamus is known for being quite the primadonna guys.â I mumbled into the mic attached to my tank top, he shot me a glare, and I threw my hands up in defense.Â
âMavis, please tell me youâre joking?â He groaned, regret already morphing onto his face, and for a second I thought he was going to cry. I tried to hold in my laughter, I did feel bad, only a tiny bit.Â
âSheamusâŠyou lift men, three times my size, and beat them on their chest, surely you can handle this. I believe in you fella!â I playfully chopped him across the chest, but he was not amused. I repeatedly chopped him, increasing my strength, still not hitting him nearly as hard as I could have. I knew he could take it, after the fifth one he finally caved.Â
He chortled, âFine, ugh, is that why you picked this gym?â He asked, watching me closely.
I bursted out a breath of laughter, âNo! I genuinely thought today was my heavy day, you know I love you. Iâd never put you through hell on purpose.â I said through giggles, he held the glass door open for me as we entered the opposite side of the gym with all the pilates machines.Which for the most part was deserted with the exception of an employee changing the trash.Â
âFor the record, Iâm complaining so much because Iâve seen Peteyâs Pilaties workouts, and she tells me how much they hurt. Everyone has a different kind of muscular strength, and I highly doubt my body is ready for this at all.â Stephen explained, I rolled my lips inward, nodding my head in agreement, and placing a hand on his shoulder. I smiled up at him sweetly, from my peripheral I caught Austin Theory lingering, but I turned my back to him. He asked me out on a date two weeks ago. When I rejected him, that somehow made him more persistent, and for some reason delusional in believing he would wear me down enough to eventually say yes to him.Â
âAny who, weâre gonna start with some stretches, and warm up, because god knows youâre gonna need it.âÂ
âHa ha.â Stephen laughed humorlessly, and let me pull him by the arm over to an open area meant for yoga, and stretching. âSo, weâre gonna do some toe touches, thatâs gonna pull our hammiesâ
âHamstrings.â He clarified for the viewers, a small smirk on his lips, then nodded to me, allowing me to continue.
âMmhm, and then weâre gonna do some sumo squats, thatâs gonna stretch the inner thighs, but the main goal is to loosen up your hips. Now me, Iâve been doing these for almost a year, so my body is used to getting that low. But please donât hurt yourself babes, get as low as you can go comfortably. I donât suggest forcing it.â As I explained, Stephen listened intently, and watched as I demonstrated each stretch for him. âI love how youâre always open to learning something new.â I laughed lightly, our friendship is so special to me, Stephen is one of my friends that just gets it.
âI love learning, in all of my 40 yearsâ
âDamn youâre 40?â I didnât mean to outburst, but I was truly baffled by this revelation. He took a pregnant pause, I think the realization just hit him too.Â
âYesâŠwhat are ya tryin tah say?â A grin growing on his lips, he watched me with a weary glance.
âLike where did the time go? I feel like it was just yesterday I was watching you for the first time, that means Iâm getting older too.â I wanted to cry, I could feel myself getting choked up, and it didnât help the way he peered at me. His discernment often filled in the blanks of what I wouldn't say out loud. Damn him being kind, and empathetic.Â
âIâm okay, Iâm okay. Whew, got a little heavy, but donât think youâre getting out of this workout! Petey's Popper workout.â I clapped my hands together, and dropped into a squat popping my ass back. Anything to shake off those spiraling thoughts.Â
âI hope twerking isnât part of the warm up.âÂ
âBaby! You ainât ready for that.â I said, whipping my coils, and winking into the camera. Stephen was rendered speechless, instead of trying to speak, he gave up completely, and just dropped into the sumo squats. I shrugged my shoulders, dropping down to join him, staring him right in his eyes, and just like that we both burst out into laughter.Â
âJesus, can you not stare into my soul?â Stephen stood from his squatting position, I mirrored his movements coming up the same time he did.Â
âSorry.â I giggled, then moved into the next stretch, and he tried his best to copy my form.Â
âWeirdo.â He mumbled, shaking his head, but going back into his focused head space. We finished up the warm up then moved to the first round, five minutes in Stephenâs face is cherry red. Both our shirts were off, and a layer of sweat covered his face. Me being the only one conditioned Pilates, it would take a bit more work to get me to really sweat. It wasnât until the last round that I actually started to feel my glutes, and thighs burn.Â
âAgh, fuck that burns.â I cried out as my muscles finally came to a rest after I finished the set. Stephen a few seconds behind me looked more distraught than I did, he always gave it his best no matter how much it may have hurt. Even in the ring he doesn't give up easily, and that translates into his workout routines.Â
âJesus Christ, why does it hurt more after the fact?â We both crawled to the ground rolling onto our sides, we both took a moment to catch our breaths before either of us spoke again.Â
âAlright last thing, whatâs your favorite cheat meal?âÂ
âSo I like to eat a lot, but I also like to stay in shape so I only eat one cheat meal a month. I throw all the calorie counting out the window, Iâm consuming all the sugar I want, and I know we both have a really bad sweet tooth. So Iâll do chicken tenders, fries with chili cheese, and an Olliepop. Then Iâll have ice cream and a brownie, with caramel syrup. And sleep like a baby.â When it comes to eating, make no mistake about it, I can eat a man out of their house, and home.
 Stephen chuckled, deeply wrapping an arm around my shoulder. âYea I know your love for chicken tenders, itâs like your comfort food.â Patting me on the head with his other hand, he closed out the video, and then cut the camera.Â
âShit Iâm tired, and hungry, wanna go out to eat?â I offered as we were walking out of the Pilates room. Before he had a chance to answer, Austin butted into our conversation, and of course Grayson wasnât too far behind him.Â
âOf course baby girl, my treat. Anywhere you wanna go ya boy is paying.â A grin spread across his lips as he spoke ever so arrogantly. His eyes shamelessly getting an eyefull of my body, making sure to slow up at my exposed thighs. Stephen visibly grimaced at the two younger men, Austin in particular got under the Irish brutes skin effortlessly. Iâve heard about the countless altercations theyâve gotten into backstage, and on more than a few occasions Austin started the arguments.Â
âWhatâs crazy is that you really are cute.â I shifted my weight from one hip to the other, I let Austin soak up my compliment, because it was true. I did find Austin physically attractive, and maybe I would let him hit one day if he could prove that he can keep a secret. Grayson slapped his bestie on the shoulder, already giddy, that tiny bit of attention enough to make them excited.Â
âBut youâre cuter when youâre not talking.âÂ
âI bet, but letâs be honest, youâre just more interested in tryna be someoneâs sugar baby.âÂ
Stephen pushed past me getting up in Austinâs face, Grayson took a step forward ready to back his friend up if necessary. While Austin is in great shape, Stephen wasnât just a hunk of muscle. He didnât take disrespect, to women especially, lightly at all. âBetter watch that smart arse mouth of yours.â He warned, I was taken aback by his domineering tone, his eyes darkened, and his hands balled into fist. I didnât realize how serious the heat between the two was until now, and Austin wasnât backing down, kudos to him though.Â
âMan, you ainât nothing, but talk. Iâm not even surprised you got in my business this time, I see the way you look at Mavis, just admit it bro. You want a piece just like everyone else.â Before Austin could take the next breath, Stephen snatched Austin up by his shirt in a tight grip. His breathing heavy, I coughed trying to catch my breath from choking on my spit. There is nothing that could have prepared me for this, but I tried to gather myself.Â
Austin didn't seem phased, he was satisfied with his work, but he topped it off with a cheshire grin. Stephenâs words came out in a growl, âOne of these days, youâre gonna cash a check youâre arse canât cash.â Stephen had let him go, but not before he shoved him, Austin grinned, but was quick to shove him back.Â
âOh my god, okay, okay. Calm down, heâs not worth it, Sheamo.â I quickly stepped between them, pressing my hands to his chest, I could feel his heart beating wildly underneath my palms.
âSee man, ya always take it too far, shame on you.â Grayson clicked his tongue, scolding their older peer. Austin chuckled deeply, I looked up to Stephen, he tore his gaze away from the two idiots to me.Â
âYou good?âÂ
âIâm fine.â He forced out, his lips pressed together, and his eyebrows drawn. He was not fine. I turned to Austin, and Grayson who had put some space between us. Smart move on their part, because I had no doubt Stephen would take on both of them in the mood he was in.Â
âCan yâall just like, get fucking lost or something?â I turned to face them, I didnât care to waste anymore energy on them, and I definitely didnât want the situation to blow up anymore than it already was. I could already see Hunterâs facial expression in the back of my mind when he found out I was in the middle of yet another incident between superstars. Thankfully Austin was bored now, and decided to give up. He blew me a kiss as he walked away laughing like a badass toddler.Â
âHey man what the hell?â I slapped his shoulder, his eyebrows shot up, shocked that IÂ reprimanded him.Â
âHeâs a jerk Mavis, heâs always being a tool.âÂ
âYes, and?â It was easy for me to dismiss idiots like Austin, guys are always trying to press me, it came with the gig.Â
âAnd, he always talks about you like youâre just something to check off a box. Women arenât objects, you know how I feel about that, I wasnât just gonna stand by, and let him disrespect you.â Stephen was an Angel in my eyes, he could do no wrong, and if anything this just validated that even more. He spoke passionately, his hands on his hips, and his gaze held mine.Â
âStephen, you know I love you, but I canât allow you to get into trouble for me. Then Iâd have to deal with your wife scolding me, and sending me paragraphs because your grumpy ass got suspended.â We wandered over to a nearby bench, and sat facing each other. He looked down at his hands, squeezing them close, and opening them as if to release the built up tension in his body.Â
âI canât help it, ya know youâre like a sister to me, a little sister. â He joked, glancing at me, a crack of a smile on his lips.Â
âJesus, do I even wanna know what youâd look like defending your actual siblings?â I laughed playfully punching him in the shoulder, he smiled sheepishly. His hand scratched the back of his head.Â
He chortled, leaning in, âActually, my record back home is pretty nasty.â He watched the expression on my face morph from confusion to a look of interest. Letting out a spout of boisterous laughter, his hand fell to his stomach, holding himself.Â
âSay whattt?â I gasped, Iâm not totally surprised, but heâs never told me this. I felt like I was just told the biggest secret, which is a rare moment. Stephen is the kind of guy you could be knowing for years and not find out heâs a serial killer til heâs standing over you with a knife.Â
âOnly Drew really knows the details of that night, but that doesnât matter right now. Sorry if I gave ya a scare, but something has to be done about that guy..â Stephenâs previous upbeat demeanor tarnished. Iâve never known anyone to get underneath his skin the way Austin did.Â
âDonât worry about him, trust me, Theory is all talk.â I stop up from the bench, Stephen following my lead. The gym was just now starting to get busy as we were leaving, and Iâm thankful that weâre done for the day. I donât really like crowded gyms.Â
âSo, back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, wanna go get some food?â I offered, we took our time walking through the parking lot, my adrenaline from earlier finally coming down. My body felt the after effects of the workout, I felt heavy like I was carrying another person.Â
âYea, if you donât mind Drew tagging along? We planned on hanging out today.â Stephen leaned against the inside of my open driver's side door after I hopped in. I threw my things into the passenger side, and started the car, pumping the AC.Â
Iâm not around Drew much, but since heâs a friend of Stephenâs, I automatically trusted him, âOf Course! Iâm gonna head back to the hotel real quick to change, and then we can meet up.âÂ
âWhere do ya wanna go?â He asked, and I wasnât really sure, I just knew I was hungry.Â
âMmm, you guys can pick. Iâm good with whatever right now.â I said abstinently, I was too hungry to make my choice right now, and I knew Stephen would pick a good spot. We said our last goodbyes, and then he let me be on my way.Â
After I made it back to the hotel to shower, I changed out of my sweaty gym clothes, and into something more comfortable. I was standing at the elevator waiting, and when it finally opened Randy was on the inside with his head down. He seemed to have been deep in thought, âLook at what the 80s drug in.â I mumbled, his head shot up, when he recognized it was me, and not some asshole stranger his lips curled into a grin.Â
âOhh, someoneâs in a zesty mood today, whatâs wrong didnât have your bottle before bed last night?â Randy rebuttal quicker than I expected, and I struggled to repress what I really wanted to say.Â
âKnow a thing or two about babies donât you?.â I mumbled, he didnât find that amusing at all, but willed himself to let out an airy chuckle.Â
âReal mature, bringing up the baby mama scandal, youâd think coming from someone who has nothing but rumors surrounding her, sheâd show a little empathy.â He spoke as a matter of factly, I pressed my lips together, and exited the elevator in silence. âSpeaking of which, I was going to say sorry for the joke I made last night. Thatâs all it was, a joke, but I didnât know how much of a sore topic it was for you.â I was walking towards the lobby when he grabbed me by my arm, then let his hand slide down my forearm, and squeezed my hand. I knew I was visibly upset, it was the way his eyes softened when he finally got a good look at me, and the way his demeanor changed.Â
âI know.â I tried to speak but the emotions caught me once again like they did earlier. I swallowed it down, and attempted to get through it again, Randy didnât interject.Â
âI know what some of the guys say about me, and I know what they think. That Iâm some busy body, that sleeps with all the guys, and if youâre nice enough to her she might keep ya around. The truth of the matter isâŠIâve only ever slept with three of the guys on the roster out of all the ones that tried to get with me.â I took a pause to let my words sink in, he did somewhat look shocked by the revelation. Iâm not sure what the hell people have been telling him, but I guarantee none of it is true.Â
âIâm telling you this, not because I have to justify what I do with my body, but because the next time someone tries to drop some bullshit in your ears, youâll know the truth. From the source.â Randy doesnât really engage in gossip, because of that, most people just skip him all together when spreading the rumors around. Now that heâs directly associated with me, people are prone to skip their happy assâ over to him and say anything to make me look bad.Â
He nodded his head, his eyes swept the ground before they found their way back to me. âShuan said the same thing, that I shouldnât believe whatever lies people tell me, and that you have your head on your shoulders.âÂ
I couldnât help the tiny smile that crept onto my lips. He's another one that doesnât let people bad mouth me, even if itâs not in front of my face, Shaun was more of a low key guy. Which is one of the reasons weâre still cool, he knew how to keep his chill about us around others, and it was no huge secret that maybe we were something more than friends. If you paid close enough attention. âMmm sounds like something heâd say.â I mumbled in a soft voice, expressions in Randyâs eyes were unreadable, so I didnât dwell on it. My phone buzzed, I glanced at it quickly, it was Stephen letting me know that they chose Chipotle for lunch.Â
âOff on an adventure again?â Randy drew my attention away from the phone, when I looked up he was wearing a playful smile on his lips.Â
âNothing too big, just grabbing some food with some besties.â I explained vaguely, I couldn't give Randy too much ammunition, thatâs something I recently had to learn.
âMmm, I see. When are you gonna let me break you in, training I mean.â
âThatâs rightâŠyou are supposed to be my mentor arenât you? Iâm free till the next show this week. I have a hair appointment Thursday, so what about Wednesday?â I offered, I felt his finger twitch, and thatâs when I realized he was still holding onto me. My heart pounded in my chest, I wasnât sure if I should pull away, but by the time I had the thought of doing so, he had already let me go.Â
âHmm, letâs try Saturday, weâll be back in Florida. That way we can just go at it in the PC, howâs that sound?â He asked, and Iâm not sure what it was, but I suddenly got caught in a hypnotic gaze where I couldnât look away from him. If he would have asked me to bark like a dog, I would have.Â
I found the will to verbally respond, âYea, yea sounds cool to me.â I agreed as briefly as possible, his eyes caught how my fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shit. Iâd like to think I hide my twitchyness well, but under the gaze of such observant eyes, it didnât go unnoticed.Â
âRight then, Iâll let you go, I know you canât stand in one place for too long.â He joked, his lips cracked into a half smile, and watched me as I awkwardly shuffled away from him. Amusement danced in his icy eyes.Â
âYupâŠsee ya later.â I backed away, then turned on my heels heading in the direction of the hotelâs entrance. I let out a much needed breath as I finally got out into the fresh air. As soon as I got into the car I rolled the windows down, and pulled out of the parking lot.
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Countdown to Chapter One!
My fellow Obikins: I am very, VERY excited to share my next fic with you. Some of you may remember a fic of mine called An Uncivil War, the first chapter of which I posted on AO3 almost exactly a year ago, in May of 2023, and wrapped up that July. At the time, I mentioned to a number of people in the comments that I was already partway through the sequel (An Uncivil War is listed as part one of a three-part series, Can't Stop the Suns), and that I hoped to have Part II ready to go by end of 2023.
Well, that obviously didn't happen. I started looking at February 2024. That didn't happen either. I pushed it to April. April has come and gone. May, though! May I am going to make happen! May 27th, 2024, to be exact. Chapter one of Pick Up the Pieces, a.k.a. part 2 of Can't Stop the Suns, a.k.a. the sequel to An Uncivil War, a.k.a. the thing I have been writing on and off for more than three years now, is going up on AO3. (Excerpt and way more ramblings below the cut.)
A) I wanted to make this announcement in advance because I'm just really excited to share this fic. Parts of it I've posted on Tumblr as WIP Wednesdays, but most of it I've tried to keep under wraps until it's ready and, frankly, I really want to talk about it!
B) @palfriendpatine66 specifically asked for a heads-up before I started posting, but I figured I'd share publicly in case anyone else has the same desire to read (or re-read) part one before starting part two. May 27th is the day!
I do want to say, though - prior knowledge of An Uncivil War is NOT required to understand or enjoy this fic. If you haven't read An Uncivil War, I would really love it if you did! I'm enormously proud of it and love, love, love talking about it. But I also don't want anyone to not give Pick Up the Pieces a try, assuming they were otherwise interested, because they're worried they won't understand what's going on. If you want to jump in, make sure you read the tags and the summary, and by the time you get to chapter three you should have a pretty good grounding in what happened previously. Obviously there are some little details here and there you'll miss but for the most part you should be okay. I did try to make it as accessible as possible.
C) Thirdly - mostly as a reward for reading this far - I thought it would be fun, over the next three Wednesdays, to give a sneak peek of one of the later chapters, because I've really missed doing regular WIP Wednesdays for this fic (for the aforementioned secrecy reasons).
The main part of the fic is set during what would have been the final year of the Clone Wars, except we take a departure from canon during the season 5 episode The Wrong Jedi and diverge off-course from there. Mixed in with that, though, are flashback chapters, covering some portion of Anakin's years as Obi-Wan's Padawan, which have just been a blast to write. They go in roughly chronological order, and this one in particular is set when Anakin is 17. I'll post a little bit today, the next part a week from today, the final section the week after that, and then you'll get the rest of it when chapter ten goes up in the actual fic :)
Chapter Ten preview starts below:
âUhâŠâ Anakin looked down at his cards and bit his lip. âHit me?â he asked tentatively. The three other players around the table blinked slowly back at him. He reached out and flipped the top card of the table deck over, letting the rest of the players see it. âDamnit,â he hissed through his teeth.
âTough luck, boy,â boomed the Besalisk on Anakinâs right, the one he was most worried about getting a peek at his cards. âThat makes twenty-two.â
âYeah, yeah, I know,â Anakin snapped, frustrated. He tossed his cards face-down in front of him. âDonât remind me.â
Anakin was losing, and quite badly at that. He really needed to slow down and stop the bleeding or Obi-Wan was going to catch him not only gambling, but totally out of credits, too, and he would not be happy about it.
âIâm going to take a break,â Anakin said suddenly, standing up so quickly his chair squeaked. âIâll sit out this round. Be right back.â He scooped the (very meager) pile of credits he had left to his name into his hand and pocketed them before walking away. What he really wanted to do was take a quick minute to check the chronometer strapped to his wrist without any of them seeing him do it, but needing to take a walk was as good an excuse as any.
He didnât leave the Castle (Takodana was a little too humid for Anakinâs liking), just took a slow lap around the edges of it, checking out the other gambling tables, the billiards games, the tourists, the regulars, the spacers, the spice runners, the spice addicts, the smugglers. The people who, if he hadnât become a Jedi, probably would have been his friends and his enemies, his rivals, his contemporaries. His lovers, maybe.
The lower levels of Takodana Castle had once been an ancient Jedi temple, a fact Obi-Wan had mentioned rather a few more times than strictly necessary on their trip over from Coruscant. It had been built on the site of an even more ancient battleground, where Jedi and Sith had fought one another centuries â maybe a millennia â ago. The Jedi had won, that time, and built the original Takodana Temple as a kind of memorial. Anakin let the tips of his fingers trail over the wet, warm stone walls as he walked, feeling to see if he could catch any whispers of the old voices. Old hurts, old betrayals, old war woundsâŠ
He had started doing this thing, about a year or so back. He had discovered, largely by accident (not that Jedi were supposed to believe in accidents, just The Will of the Force, and all that), that he could, rather paradoxically, up the ante on his meditation skills by upping the ante on his distractions. Heâd been filling in for Obi-Wan, who was supposed to have been taking a turn sitting in with a group of the youngest Younglings but had been called away at the last minute (or so he had said, at least; Anakin still wasnât totally sure he believed him). Anakin had tried to keep to the Younglingsâ schedule, which included a quarter of an hour of daily mandated meditation time. Younglings not being particularly good at meditation (they were worse at it than Anakin was, which was really saying something), theyâd lasted only about half that time before starting to get fidgety. It had started small â a few coughs here and there, a couple of giggles, wiggling on their mats â and then had progressed from there to full-blown chaos. Anakin was supposed to be setting an example, though, and was determined to sit still, keep his eyes closed, and ignore everything that wasnât an outright cry for medical attention until the allotted time was up.
What he had found, though, was that it was actually one of his better meditation sessions. The noisier the room got, the more relaxed Anakin got. Heâd eventually opened his eyes to find one Youngling on his lap, another chewing on his Padawan braid, and a third hanging from the ceiling rafters, but had feltâŠcalm and at peace and a little floaty, but also grounded, connected to the Force, the air, even the children. Heâd asked Obi-Wan about it later that night over dinner. Obi-Wan had suggested they meditate over it, which made Anakin roll his eyes because he already had meditated today, that was the whole thing he wanted to talk to Obi-Wan about, and how much meditation did a person need every day, really? But after they ate heâd dutifully sat down across from Obi-Wan and closed his eyes anyway. Obi-Wan had reached out and taken Anakinâs hands in his, which almost made up for the double meditation session. (Almost.)
And then, just as Anakin was starting to settle into something resembling regulating his breathing, something hard and poky had slammed into the side of his head.
âOw!â heâd said, reflexively, and opened his eyes. Obi-Wanâs datapad was lying on the floor beside him. Obi-Wan himself was still sitting serenely, holding Anakinâs hands.
âWhat the kriff did you do that for?â Anakin demanded.
âIâm sorry,â Obi-Wan had said, without opening his eyes, âI thought you said you liked having distractions while you meditated.â
âNot painful ones!â Anakin shot back.
âApologies.â The holopad, from the floor, flicked on and started replaying whatever the last thing either of them had watched on it, which happened to be a nature documentary about tee-muss. âIs that better?â
Anakin grumbled about it, but he had, sort of, asked for this, and admitting defeat now would be both embarrassing and would necessitate him letting go of Obi-Wanâs hands, so he closed his eyes and tried again.
Of course, the first thing he had to do was release the pain in his head into the Force, but once heâd done that, he found that, once again, sifting through his distractions was easier when he actually had distractions to sift through. He let the migratory patterns of wild tee-muss go, and felt Obi-Wan squeeze his hands. âGood, Anakin,â he murmured softly, so quietly Anakin almost couldnât hear him over the documentary narrator. âThatâs very good.â (Anakin had replayed the moment in his head, putting that voice of Obi-Wanâs into different and much moreâŠnaked contexts, so many times since then that he could get hard just thinking about it, now.)
So Anakin had started to experiment, on and off. He turned the holoprojector on in their rooms while he was meditating. He sat in the corner of the refectory and meditated during mealtimes. Once, he tried meditating during galactic history class, but his teacher had ratted him out to Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan had told him not to do that anymore. And, now, he wanted to see if he could do it while inside Takodana Castle on a bustling summer afternoon.
To be continued next Wednesday!
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So is now the time to post the opening of my unfinished YR abortion road trip fic?
Maybe. Maybe today is the day! This isnât on AO3 because I havenât finished it, but @heliza24 really wants me to finish it and would be glad that I posted even this part to fandom.
Thereâs more written than just this excerpt, so I could always post more if people are curious.
No title yet, because this is untitled.
Summary: Shortly after season 2, Felice wanders off campus to process a high-profile arrest and other recent shakeups at Hillerska. She doesnât expect to meet Sara Eriksson, who is in the process of running away.
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Feliceâs Phone
Group chat: MANOR HOUSE GIRLZ (Fredrika, Maddie, Stella)
Maddie: yooooo Felice
Maddie: tell us you missed Swedish class for something epic
Stella: we took notes for you
Stella: mine are better than Fredrikaâs
Fredrika: LIES mine are better than Stellaâs
Maddie: youâre not in your room
Maddie: girl are you even at school?
Fredrika: just tell us where you are and we wonât snitch
Stella: Felice?
Stella: please check in
Stella: and maybe flirt with one of the local boys so he buys you booze
Fredrika: and then share?
Maddie: donât listen to them
Maddie: only flirt with someone hot
Stella: yeah heâs got to be at least as hot as Fredrika
Stella: lol j/k ahahaha what
Fredrika: heeeyyyyyyy Feliiiiiice where are youuuuu
Fredrika: weâre a little worried, just let us know
Fredrika: tho at least you didnât get sick and disappear into the bathroom like SOMEONE we could mention
Stella: but weâre not mentioning her
Stella: bc we donât mention traitors
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Felice sits at the edge of a convenience store parking lot in BjĂ€rstad, counting all the scars in her nail polish. Itâs supposed to be a fresh coat. Stella brushed the ballet slipper pink onto Feliceâs nails on Tuesday, and right now itâs onlyâThursday afternoon? Felice is drunk on leftover vodka she stashed in her closet behind her Prada handbag, but not so drunk sheâs forgotten that itâs Thursday. A Thursday full of literal dark clouds, at that.Â
Tuesday was sunny, and it was also the day that police arrived at Hillerska and escorted that guy away. That one, the ex. Wednesday, Feliceâs ex-best friend, her real ex in any kind of emotional attachment sense, came back to school for half a day, but couldnât make it past lunch. Now people are spreading rumors about Sara Eriksson puking in the bathroom. So maybe itâs been a weird enough forty-eight hours that Felice hasnât noticed herself scarring up her nail polish.
And maybe, now that today is Thursday, Felice needed to skip classes and get drunk and go for a walk off campus, and buy a bag of chips from a nothing convenience store in this nowhere town. There are things getting drunk wonât solve. But itâs not like being sober is going to solve things for Felice right now, either.
Feliceâs phone vibrates against her thigh. She pulls it out of the pocket of her sweatpants and notes the texts from Fredrika and Stella and Maddie in her (recently purged) group chat. Theyâre asking her where she is, and is she coming to dinner. Please check in, fuck. How performatively worried. Felice unlocks her phone and almost fumbles her way through a typo-soaked message before deciding sheâll do this psychically. I am walking back to Hillerska now, she thinks in the general direction of school, slow and deliberate. She leaves the rest up to Maddieâs alleged witch powers and pulls herself to her feet.
Feliceâs ankles ache the way they do when sheâs walked on her Jimmy Choo heels for too long. Sheâs not wearing heels, though, only slides. Her legs wobble. Her thoughts swirl in slow, doomed circles, like dirty water circling a drain, as thunder rumbles overhead and a cool breeze rustles nearby trees. The rain is imminent, and Felice contemplates how much worse it will be when she shows back up on campus not only drunk, but drunk and completely soaked through, her carefully styled curls a wreck.
(Stella, Fredrika, and Maddie could get away with a stunt like that. A teacher might ignore their obvious alcohol breath and just tell them to put on dry pajamas and go to bed. But for Felice, they notice everything. Because Felice sticks out to begin with.)
Felice is caught in a vision of the headmistress, hissing the word inebriated on a phone call to parents, when a van pulls into the parking lot. Sheâs not as up on cars as the Forest Ridge boys, but this van definitely belongs to a BjĂ€rstad local. She braces herself for an awful catcall as the window rolls down halfway, certain sheâs about to get leered at by some guy in a permanently affixed football beanie.
Instead, itâs a girl. No football beanie, only football confidence. Felice recognizes the girl from Simonâs instagramâsheâs come up a few times. Felice hasnât been counting, but sheâs noticed.
âYouâre in choir with Simon,â says the girl. âFelice, right? Iâm Rosh. Need a ride back to school?â
âI can walk. I think,â Felice says. And then, so she can own her story, she adds, âI might be a little drunk?â
Felice adjusts her posture, straightening her spine and setting her hand on her hip as she makes eye contact with Rosh. Immediately a sense of embarrassment twinges in her chest at her pose. What theâwas she modeling? Sheâs not making a case for relative sobriety, whatever sheâs doing.
Rosh turns to consult with someone next to her, then turns back to Felice.
âCome on,â she says. âGet in the car. Back seat.â
âUm. Thanks.â
The back door of the van slides open. Felice doesnât have time to question who Rosh has next to her in the passenger seat. She receives an answer soon enough anyway. The back of Sara Erikssonâs head is so familiarâdefeated brown waves that havenât seen a wash day in too long. Saraâs shoulders are hunched over; her neck is bent. She does not turn around.
Two weeks ago, if Felice saw Sara looking like that, she would have pulled Sara close and rubbed her back until they talked through what was wrong.
(Part of her still wants to. But she doesnât like the idea of Sara mentally comparing her hugs to someone elseâs, and sheâs allowed to be petty about that.)
âYou donât have to talk to me,â Sara says, tapping away on her phone. She sounds exhausted. âIâm busy anyway.â
âIf you hydrate, we wonât ask about the drinking,â says Rosh to Felice. âThereâs sports drink behind the passenger seat. Take one.â
Right. Sports drink. Because Rosh does sports, Felice has noticed. It sounds like an order more than an offer. Felice ducks down and liberates one of the bottles from its six-pack. The liquid inside is neon-bright and tastes of soft metal and fake citrus. Rain splatters on the vanâs windowsâthe first sparse and irregular drops, followed by the entire pounding ensemble of water. For the next few minutes, Felice focuses on the horizon, where blurred trees meet the mirror-gray sky, and sips her post-football-run drink. Sara takes care of the directions to her old dorm, uttering an occasional ârightâ or âleftâ or âgo straight hereâ to Rosh. Felice canât tell why sheâs doing it. Why she didnât just insist on leaving Felice behind.
Then, the conversation shifts. Or at least, the conversation that Felice isnât a part of shifts.
âRosh?â Sara whispers. âI canât find anywhere cheap enough for us to stay.â
âEven on the apps?â Rosh replies. âLook, I told you, I have some moneyââ
âI canât take your money.â
âItâs money I owe Simon anyway.â
âThatâs even worse. He already hates me. You should hate me more.âÂ
Sara breathes in, then out, audibly. She does it a few more times. Feliceâs own lungs strain in sympathy.
âWe have to find a place for the weekend,â says Sara. âOr we canât do it.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Felice finally asks. She presses a hand to her thigh to keep her leg from jiggling. Since she was seven years old and started her first etiquette classes, sheâs always been able to sit still. Always.
âWeâre going on a weekend trip,â Rosh answers, too brightly. âTo Stockholmââ
ââto an island,â Sara says at the same time.
âStockholm has lots of islands,â Rosh improvises. âSara just needs to be away for a weekend. Thatâs all.â
âIt doesnât sound like youâre going on a normal trip,â says Felice, hearing the suspicion in her voice, and how it sounds like her father.
âWe told Mamma we were traveling,â says Sara. âMy periodâs late. I donâtââI donât think itâs coming. I know it isnât coming, becauseââ
âDonât tell me that.â
ââI did a pregnancy test.â
Felice digs her chipped nails into her knee. She knew how Saraâs sentence was going to end. Not the way she knows peopleâs names or the answers on a test she studied for, but the way she knows to pull her hand away when she touches a hot stove. Swift and unthinking. She even gasps the same way she does when sheâs burned. Not out of surprise but out of pain.
âFuck, Sara,â says Rosh. âYou donât have to tell her. She could tell the media.â
âSorry,â says Sara. âIt just came out. Iâm scared, okay?â At last she turns around and looks toward Felice, her fingers curled around the back of the passenger seat. Her face is red and purple-tinged in all the places that indicate crying and sleepless nights. âLook, you canât tell anyone. Rosh and I are going to deal with it. We already got the pills. I canât deal with it at home because of Simon and Mamma. I donât know what theyâd say.â
âWe wanted to use my apartment,â Rosh adds. âWe thought my mother was going to visit one of my aunties this weekend. But auntie came to visit us instead at the last minute.â
âPlease donât tell anyone at school, Felice.â Sara turns away again. âOr Simon. Donât tell him either.â
âPeople are already talking about how you threw up in the bathroom,â says Felice. âAnd if youâre absent from school again, theyâre going to wonder.â
âPlease donât tell,â Sara repeats, voice muffled as she pushes her face into her coat sleeves.
As much as the infusion of electrolytes, courtesy of Rosh, has helped Felice to steady her head, sheâs still too drunk for this. Or maybe, again, she isnât drunk enough. She tries to imagine her math class tomorrow, working trigonometry problems with an empty chair beside her and actually knowing why the chair is empty. She canât. Felice canât even imagine faking sick and staying home from class, because then Stella and Fredrika would come visit her with buns and coffee, and then theyâd want to gossip.
At first, being able to gossip felt good. But ever since the arrestâsince the security from the palace arriving to keep out news camerasâgossip is more like gangrene eating at an already wounded limb. Felice needs amputation, or at least closure. Until then, sheâs just going to keep asking herself questions about what part of the catastrophe she made happen. Why didnât she ask Sara who she had a crush on, like best friends always do? Why hadnât she been more concerned that Sara was gone all the time and came back late to their room? Why hadnât she told Sara how bad things got with him last term, to warn her?
Felice doesnât want to keep asking herself the questions, because this isnât her fault. Maybe Sara isnât the only one who needs an emergency abortion. Maybe Felice needs to abort Sara from her life, so she can move on.
But if sheâs going to do this, she has to make it her choice.
âMy family has a vacation cabin,â Felice says. âWe can go there to do what you need to do. But after that, we will never speak to one another ever again. Alright?â
Saraâs shrunk down in her seat so much that Felice canât see her anymore, but Felice is pretty sure from the rustling of her coat sleeves that sheâs nodding.
Five minutes later, Felice is on the phone with her mother, feeding her excuses and exaggerations until she gets the approval to leave school for the weekend. At the same time, Rosh turns the van around and drives away from Hillerska.
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Today weâre excited to share the fourth part to our college/university rec list! If you missed them, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy these fics, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!
1) Outline Of My Sins | Explicit | 6551 words
Prompt 453: AU where alpha Harry is an art student who is taking a figure drawing class and omega Louis is the nude model. In the many years that Harry has taken art classes, he has never been more hot and bothered than now, having to stare at a beautiful nude omega model for hours.
2) Is Ur Muffin Buttered? | Explicit | 7053 words
He knew what he was getting into when he began to hook up with Harry Styles. How could he not? Everyone on campus knew about him, the type of player he was, ready to break hearts and beds and all that. But it wasnât as if he had planned the mess he was getting into it, at least not in the beginning.
3) Peaches | Explicit | 7669 words
Once behind Harry, he bends over and places his hands on Harryâs thighs, slowly rubbing while bringing them up to Harryâs chest. Noticing the more prominent bulge in the alphaâs pants, the omega starts to whisper the lyrics in Harryâs ear.
4) Kiss It Better | Mature | 8080 words
Harry shakes his head with a light laugh and leans down to kiss him again which Louis happily accepts even if he is a little confused by the reaction. "Baby, not a night has gone by that I haven't thought about you in my bed, naked, and begging for my cock."
Blinking up at him with wide eyes, Louis opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. While they did flirt a lot over the last few weeks, Harry had never said anything like that. It shocks him as much as it turns him on.
"News to me."
"I won't lie and say I like random hookups or casual sex, but to me this isn't what that is."
Louis swallows thickly, unsure of what to say to that but once again Harry gives him an out.
"So, If you want we can stay up here and I can show you all the things I've thought about doing to you." Another kiss, quick and sweet. "Or, we can go back downstairs and we'll dance all night."
5) Be The Artist To My Muse | Explicit | 9665 words
âI think Iâm in love,â Harry says, flopping back to lay on the bench again.
Nick sighs and pats Harry on the head.
âThere, there. Youâll forget him in a day or so.â
6) The One Who Stays And The One Leaving You  | Mature | 10315 words
Fuck.
He had just slept with none other than Harry Styles.
7) Like A Hurt, Lost, And Blinded Fool | Not Rated | 13919 words
ABO college AU where alpha Harry is a frat boy and he asks omega Louis out multiple times but he rejects him every time because Louis doesnât like how frat boys act towards omegas. One night at a Halloween party, Harry dresses up as a stormtrooper and keeps his mask on all the time and flirts with Louis and Louis flirts back without knowing thatâs Harry under the costume.
8) No Lemon Drops No Bubblegum | Explicit | 14979 words
They never interacted in that one semester, in that one class, and never were put in the same group, never sat close to each other. Then again, itâs not like Louis was hoping itâll turn to something more. Just a fleeting crush, that heâll get over once he stops seeing him every week.
Except he hasnât stopped, heâs still thinking about it once in a while. Whatâs Harry Styles doing today? Has he cut his hair? Does he still eat scones for breakfast every Wednesday? He got his answers now, at least about the state of his hair. Harryâs hair is a lot shorter than the last he remembers, it curls around his ear, framing his square jaw nicely. Heâd have to ask about the scone next time. If thereâs ever a next time.
University AU. In which Louis is most definitely not pining.
9) Nothingâs Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15466 words
When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, theyâre reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.
10) Treading Through Flowerbeds | Explicit | 20384 words
âSo are you coming to class or are you gonna take the day off to shop online for your vibrator?â Zayn props his shoulder against the doorframe and watches Louis scurry around their room in amusement.
âI wouldnât have lost the bet ifââ Harry and his massive dick didnât exist, ââyou didnât make us go to that frat party.â
âYouâre the one who said you could flirt your way out of a speeding ticket with that old, bald policeman,â Zayn replies. âYou know, you should be glad we went with the vibrator up your arse instead of taking Viagra before class.â
11) Baby, Loving Youâs The Real Thing | Explicit | 21011 words
Harry never thought heâd be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-oneâwell, trying to anyway.
12) Cut The Sides, Donât Touch The Back | Explicit | 21596 words
Prompt 87: Harryâs been talking about getting a mullet for so long and Louis hates how good he pulls it off.
13) Itâs Not A Walk In The Park To Love Each Other | Explicit | 24461 words
The one where Harry and Louis are roommates forced to quarantine together, but they hate each other very much a lot.
14) If It Wasn't For The Nights | Explicit | 28499 words
âOkay, so. You didnât fuck. But youâre gonna go hiking with Harry?â Zayn raises an eyebrow. âYou donât even go outside.â
Louis groans, crossing his arms on the table and hiding his face in them. âI know.â
15) Dont Know Its Lost Til You Find It | Explicit | 30614 words
Maybe itâll be better this way. Maybe Louis just needs to distance himself, get over his crush so Harry doesnât have to worry about his obsessive friend who feels too much and says too little.
He wonders what this girl is like. What she looks like, what conversations they had to make Harry fall for her in three days. If maybe sheâs just stellar in bed. If she smells like heaven or if itâs just the fact sheâs a girl.
He wonders and wonders, resists the temptation to stare at the alpha, and gets exactly no work done.
16) You're An Alpha, Harry! | Explicit | 32900 words
Right before Harry goes to university, he presents as an alpha. Struggling with his newfound identity in a completely different environment, he seeks advice from the notorious Louis Tomlinson, an omega whose claim to fame is being the local campus sex expert. Sex Education AU.
17) If The Sun Donât Shine | Explicit | 36335 words
In a world where you meet your soulmates in dreams, Louis has spent the last three years going to bed hoping to finally meet his, only to end up disappointed time and time again. It all changes with a violin.
18) Voicemail Sings A Wreck | Explicit | 37016 words
Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.
19) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47099 words
Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.
20) I Canât Help It (If You Look Like An Angel) | Explicit | 52277 words
Louis remembered how just moments before he had been grateful at the pieces in display being anonymous for everyone that wanted to see them, a thin veil that protected the artists established firmly in place despite the disappointed faces from the gallery visitors when they realised they couldn't track what their eyes saw back to anyone, and they couldnât demand any kind of explanations from them regarding what they felt.
That relief got lost in the back of his mind when his eyes caught onto the painting, the obvious attentiveness and care poured in the canvas making his chest hurt.
What do you find to be the most beautiful thing in the world?
Apparently, for someone, it was him.
21) Lost In The Sirens | Explicit | 53729 words
ABO fic where alphas and omegas canât cohabitate as friends and Harry âsupposed-to-be-a-betaâ Styles presents a few weeks before he and Louis âhot/spicy-omega-bestieâ Tomlinson are set to move into their new uni flat.
22) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55778 words
Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference. Â Â
23) Itâs Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61496 words
A college/ABO/fake relationship AU where longtime friends, Harry and Louis, come up with the perfect plan to fake date, which, of course, ends up being a complete disaster.
24) Lost & Found In Oblivion | Explicit | 74799 words
Omega Louis decided to hire an alpha for his heat to ease his touch deprivation, but little did he know everything would grow into so much more.
25) Youâve Got A Higher Power, Youâre Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113444 words
In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia.
Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.
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Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week
EVENT MASTERLIST
Dr. Tobias Carrick here! Thanks for checking out my event. I'm used to being checked out, but this is a whole new way. It's long overdue if you ask me! But you know what they say, good things come to those who wait, and there are a whole lot of good things planned, and I can't wait to see what you come up with.
I'm gonna let the event's mod @jerzwriter take over from here. If you've got any questions, just talk to her... she'll take care of you! đ
Welcome to Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week!
Tobias's character was woefully underutilized in Open Heart, but their loss is our gain. Why? Because it left us with an intriguing character that we can largely make our own. This week - take the time to share YOUR VERSION of Tobias and how he fits in your OH world.
All types of fanwork, old and new, will be accepted for this event. So send us your fics, headcanons, artwork, edits, moodboards, you name it! If it's Tobias related, it can be shared.
Day 1 - Saturday, April 1 - Where did this guy come from? Info & Templates for Day 1 We know little about his background. Tell us where he grew up. What about his family, life before Hopkins, and how it made him who he is today.
Day 2 - Sunday, April 2 - The Hopkins Years and Beyond Info & Templates for Day 2 Here's your chance to flesh out canon. Tell us about the rise & fall of his friendship with Ethan. What was the story of their mutual crush? What kind of student was he? What was his rep? And what happened to him during the years between Hopkins and when we met him again in Book 2? Day 2 can be anything from these years.
Day 3 - Monday, April 3 - OH Book 2 What did you like/dislike about Tobias in Book 2? What did canon miss? What was up with June? What did he think of MC, and vice versa? What are your HCs about this time?
Day 4 - Tuesday, April 4 - OH Book 3 How did that job offer come about? What was his motivation, and did it change? How did you see his relationship with Ethan change? Was he friends (or more) with your MC in your HC? What did canon miss?
Day 5 - Wednesday, April 5 - After Hours: Romance / Personal Life Info & Templates for Day 5 What did Tobias do when he was off the clock? Did he have friends he hung out with regularly? See his family? Did he date? Hobbies? This category is broad - use your imagination! đ
Day 6 - Thursday, April 6 - Doctor Tobias Carrick What kind of doctor was he? Was he respected? Published? Did he teach? What made him tick? Contrast how he mentored interns/residents with Ethan's style.
Day 7 - Friday, April 7 - All About the Future Where do you see Tobias when the series ends? In the near and distant future. How did his career progress? Did he settle down? How'd that work out for him? Any part of his future.
Day 8 - WAIT! That's over a week! Yep, but Tobias can be a rule-breaker, and so is this event! Saturday, April 8 - Masterlists and ANYTHING GOES If you have a Tobias Carrick Masterlist, share it with us! Also, share anything related to Dr. Carrick or his world.
Sunday, April 9th Event Masterlist will be posted
Rules and Guidelines:
Please tag @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week on your post or reblog for your work to be included.
Make sure your work has a rating, and if it is NSFW or Mature, please make sure it is labeled as so.
Please use a :readmore: / page break to avoid excessively long posts. If a post is deemed to be too long, a new post with a link to the post submitted may be used in replacement of a reblog.
Tobias is an ambiguous character, so interpretations may vary. Works that aren't gushing adorations of Tobias will be included, but since this is an appreciation week, anything overtly negative will not be included.
I'm tagging those who have followed the event so far (and a few who may be interested) below. THANKS FOR CHECKING US OUT! :)
Tags: @alj4890 @songsaboutgirls @liaromancewriter @annoyingmillenialnewbie @hopelessromantic1352 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @trappedinfanfiction @jamespotterthefirst @lucy-268 @coffeeheartaddict2 @icecoffee90 @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmonthlychallenge
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âš WIP Weekend âš
Time for another wip weekend and (hopefully) another kick in the pants. I've barely written anything since posting my starbara thing, so fingers crossed a little accountability helps!
I got tagged by the ever so lovely @eriquin
Hereâs how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. Weâre posting progress here. If you havenât made any, go make some and come back to play!
After youâve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
Thatâs it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.
The Files:
long distance 2
sleepy morning times
Steve and his Mum p2
The Cafe Thing
KingSteve85 is Online Part 2
The Snippet (from long distance 2):
Stevie Baby đ€: Ready when you are â€ïž
Eddie looks at the message flash on his phone, feels it vibrate in his hand, and his heart speed up in his chest. Him and Steve have a standing video call date on Wednesdays after work. Set it up when they migrated from Internet Friends to Internet Boyfriends, and have tried to keep to it ever since. Except today, Eddie is running late.
Itâs not the end of the world, if he is. Him and Steve have both been late plenty of times â such is the way of different time zones and different work schedules. But every time Eddie sees the minutes tick pass their scheduled call time â he feels the pang in his chest, the sinking feeling in his gut. He feels so bad.
He just misses Steve.
No Pressure Tags, under the cut
@shares-a-vest @stevebabey @flowercrowngods @unclewaynemunson @starryeyedjanai @henderdads @cranberrymoons @nburkhardt
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I'm still alive... mostly! Lol
I'm sorry!! I've been completely offline this week except for posting part 3 of the Blind Date? and that was really rough to do on Monday.
Just to vent for a minute here... Between Monday and Friday I've worked 62.5 hours...
Tuesday was 17 and Wednesday was 14 so I'm pretty much dead at this point. My boss told me I had to sign off at 3:30pm today because I'm not supposed to do more then 10 hours of overtime and I did 22.5!
I'm going to be babysitting my nephew most of the weekend (not complaining about that, freaking love that little dude so much) but I won't really no on this weekend either because of it
Hopefully next week I'll be around way more and I can post again and catch up on everything I need to read! Miss all of you! đ
If I forgot someone it's because my brain isn't working. I just woke up from an accidental 2 hour nap and I'm a little off at the moment but I only have a few minutes until I need to run errands like a grown up
@soubi001 @ace-of-gay @misunderstoodself @coldnique @lokiprompts @mochie85 @fi-recs-fics @huntress-artemiss @sititran @xorpsbane @lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbs @holdmytesseract @peaches1958 @high-functioning-lokipath @animnerd @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @pics-and-fanfics @michelleleewise @lovelysizzlingbluebird
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Day 10/100 days of productivity
I am officially 1/10 of the way through this challenge. My first quiz did not go as well as I wanted it to so I did a bit of a reset today and got to reviewing for my exam Wednesday.
my guide to resetting after a bad quiz/exam grade.
1. Take a minute to be upset, but remind yourself failure is part of the process
- it is normal to be upset about a bad grade. Let yourself feel that disappointment but don't wallow in it for to long. Failure is part of the learning. You will not always get 100% on everything, Don't beat yourself up to much. Your value is more then the work you create or the grades you receive. Remind yourself of all the ways you have succeeded and use this emotion to push you to study harder.
2. Take a breath... And do some self-care
- clean up your study space, put up motivational quotes. Refill any study supplies( pens/pencils/ highlighters) you need. Take a shower and have a cup of tea. Go for a walk. Just do something that makes you happy and relaxed. Chances are you have been stressed leading up to the exam and results being posted. Take a chance to relax.
3. Finally... Review your exam after getting it back
- if your prof returns exams, go over the content and see what you missed/what types of questions you missed. Was it a content issue, do you need better notes, was it a question format issue? Go in with a growth mindset and see how you can change up your study schedule/ content review. Go to office hours and ask questions. Talk to others in the class and see if you can get new study tips if you need it. You got this!!
#pre med#pre-med#100 days of productivity#psychology#100 days of studying#studyspo#college life#student life#chemistry#college#study hard#studyblr#study inspo#study tips#dealing with exams#dealing with stress
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