#if you missed my post today(?) part 2 will be posted on wednesday and part 3 on friday!

[last-starry-sky]

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. 👀👀👀

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 💀, 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.

snippet:

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. He’s 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.  “Second thoughts?” he asked, scanning your face.

friday

You’re 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, it’s 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 Simon’s 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 hadn’t planned to be on your feet all night, let alone for all of this to happen. 

You’re lucky your place is only a few blocks away now. 

You squeezed his hand when you turned the corner and your building came into view. He’s always right behind you, silent, keeping watch. You looked up and down the street and then back at him. You’ve 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 you’re denied.  

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. You’re significantly warmer where his body and jacket covered you. It’s got to be a damn good jacket. Of course it is. A practical, military, guy like him wouldn’t 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.   

You pushed the door open and it's a relief to finally be inside. It’s still cold in the hall, but there’s no wind and you can feel your body heat - and Simon’s, he’s 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. 

“Ground floor?” he questioned. 

“Yeah,” you answered back, fitting your key in the lock. You don’t bother to turn your head to answer. You know you won’t be able to see him. “Rent is cheaper.”  

 It’s just as cold inside your apartment as it is in the hallway. With a silent dismay you realize that, once again, you’d left the curtains open. Light from the streetlights dimly shone in, casting the whole of your front room with a sickly yellow tint. It’s enough for you to see by, though, and Simon doesn’t say anything about you leaving the lights off. 

Walking in, you aren’t 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, it’s just too quiet in here. 

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 you’ve 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. 

Firstly, holy fuck, were you really going to do this? You want this, you know that. Even your nerves can’t 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? 

Secondly, goddamn, you can’t believe how massive he is. Now that you have your apartment as a frame of reference, it’s 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 he’s staring right at you with those dark, serious, eyes.  

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. He’s 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.

“Second thoughts?” he asked, scanning your face. 

His breath is warm and whiskey-sharp. Fuck, you’re 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. 

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 hadn’t taken off your shoes. You felt too small as he leaned down to finally, finally, kiss you. 

His other hand stopped your head from crashing back against the wall, but you don’t think you would have noticed or cared. You didn’t 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 he’s 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. 

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. 

“Anything you need to tell me about?” he asked, a new seriousness to his voice. 

You shook your head. He didn’t move. That answer apparently wasn’t to his satisfaction.

“No,” you answered. Then, after a pause, you asked “You?”

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. 

“No” he answered, pressing his lips to yours. 

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 didn’t 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. 

He pulled you apart, haggard breathing filling the room. 

“’s your room?” he slurred against your ear, voice deep and husky already. 

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 didn’t 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. 

“Won’t keep you in the cold for long, love,” he groaned, hands circling your rib cage. 

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. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he said pulling away with a kiss to each breast before popping open the closure on the front of your bra. 

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 didn’t take any time to touch you after he threw them to the floor. 

“Get under before y’ freeze,” he urged you. 

You didn’t 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.

“Still sure you want this?” he asked, voice thin and restrained, standing over you. 

You didn’t 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 didn’t 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. 

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. 

He lightly kissed your forehead, right at your hairline, and it felt . . . different. This didn’t feel like a random hookup anymore. Lust was bleeding into something more, something deeper. You knew that you didn’t 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 didn’t 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. 

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. 

He cracked his mouth away. “D’ y’ like that, love? Want me to finger you?” 

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. 

“Y’ fucking wet,” he groaned, sliding his fingers lower, dipping into your hole, probing and stretching your skin. Fuck, his fingers were thick. “So fucking wet.”

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. 

His other hand wiped away the stray hairs from your forehead. “So pretty f’ me,” he sighed as he watched you. 

“Fuck. Si.” 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 other’s breaths. He groaned, leaning back down for another kiss. 

“Yeah? Close? Gonna cum for me?” He said teasing a second finger inside you, thumb working circles on your clit. 

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. 

His free hand shoved your wrists above your head so he could see you. You wouldn’t know. You couldn’t see anything. Even if the lights had been on, you don’t think you could make yourself think right now.  

“Hear me?” He growled in your ear, voice impossibly low, fingers not stopping. 

Your breath caught in your throat. Fuck. You didn’t know you wanted that. Your body went taught, clenching around his fingers. 

“Yes,” you squeaked, dissolving into a moan. 

You felt the hand containing your wrists come down to stroke at your cheek. His thumb pressed harder to your clit as a reward. 

“Please Si,” you cried, “please please please.”

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. 

“Done well, love,” he said pulling your legs farther apart so he could pull your bodies flush. 

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 didn’t 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. 

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. 

“Si,” you cried bucking up into him, “Want you. Please.” 

He kissed your shoulder. “Yeah?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Want this?” he said grasping his cock at the base, pressing the weight of it into your stomach. “Think you can take all this in that little pussy of yours, love?” 

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. 

You felt his face over yours, lips almost touching. 

“Wanna hear you,” he whispered across your lips. 

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. 

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 you’d 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. 

“Doin’ good f’ me,” he said petting down your side, hand coming back to rest on your hips. 

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. 

Until you weren’t. 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. 

“That’s it. No more,” you said with a wince. 

He nodded, stopped and sat up. He pulled out a bit, relieving the uncomfortable pressure in your pussy, then set another slow pace. 

“Better?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you said, melting back into the bed with his thrusts. 

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. 

“Knew y’ couldn’t take it all,” he teased, laughing under his breath. 

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. 

“Boys y’ fucked before never had that problem, eh?” The cocky bastard said with a smile. 

“Ah! Fuck! Si!” you cried with every thrust as he built you toward your second high. 

“Gonna cum again f’ me?” He asked, pace increasing. 

You heard your bed start to creak. You thanked God once again that you lived on the bottom floor. You couldn’t believe you were going to not only cum twice, but cum on his cock. Something you thought was impossible, at least for you. 

“Y’ ever cum more than once?” Simon hummed, smoothing his hand up your stomach and chest.

“No,” you whined, mind swimming deliriously numb with pleasure. 

“Cum f’ me then, love,” he said, voice dripping gravel in your ear as he tweaked your clit, sending you over the edge. 

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 you’d had . . .  ever.  

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. 

“Where you want it?” He whispered into your ear. 

“On me,” you answered. “Wanna see it.”

He groaned, allowing himself to thrust in again. Your pussy squelched obscenely around him. 

“. . . yeah?” He replied weakly, voice faltering. 

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. 

“Want me t’ make a mess of y’? That’s what y’ want?”

“Yes,” you breathed across his mouth. 

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. 

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. 

“L’s g’d on y’,” he slurred, pulling at the skin on your belly where it was forming a pool. 

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.  

“Bathroom?” He asked pointing his thumb behind him to the only other door in your apartment. 

You nodded. 

“Lemme clean y’ up,” he said snapping the elastic up over his still-hard cock. 

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. 

“Okay?” he asked. His warm hand followed behind the towel, warming and drying you, finding any spatters he had missed as well. 

“Yeah,” 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.

“Move on in then, love,” 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.

“Get over here. Warm y’ up,” 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

[writingstoraes]

begin again 🌷 (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

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yourusername back at the happiest place on earth ❤️

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 😪

leclercsluv wdym shes almost always at every race ricciardoshooey no they meant w charles lol

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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 🙏 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 🌅

tyreexpert u cant tell me thats not y/n 😪 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 ❤️

it's nice to see you running towards me again :)

ps. yes we've been soft-launching each other the past months hahaha

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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 🤍 It will always be you.

scuderiaferrari We missed you tons, Y/N! ❤️

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 🥹

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 😭

yourusername sold our apartment already? too bad 😆

charles_leclerc I never actually sold it, if I did, I'd probably buy it back

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy, @mehrmonga, @mess-in-side, @leclerc16s, @thelovehypothesis, @dakotali, @aldene-styles

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

[ciaomarie]

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. 

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.    

[ladykailitha]

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.

“Open that only when I tell to you,” 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t surprised to see that Billy wasn’t 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.

“Thank you everyone for com–” Steve said.

Just then the double doors burst open and in walked two redheaded girls.

They couldn’t 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.

“My apologies, alpha Harrington,” Chrissy said. “I mixed up the time, I had hoped to arrive early rather than late.”

Max rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to talk so formally, it’s only Steve.”

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 Steve’s 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. “Show off.”

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. “Welcome everyone. Thank you all for coming out to the first of what I hope to be many of these town hall meetings.”

The crowd stirred restlessly.

“Though they need no introduction,” Steve continued, “may I present, vampires Chrissy Cunningham, Max Mayfield, Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson, and my female alpha, Nancy Wheeler.”

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?

“Let’s get this started,” Steve said. “I had people write the question they wanted answered the most and Mayor Roberts has graciously offered to moderate for us tonight.”

Mayor Roberts handed him a stack of notecards with questions on them.

“Right, first question why does it say that a wooden stake to the heart would kill a vampire? Doesn’t that do that for everyone?”

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.

“Myth denied,” 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.

“What about other weapons?!” someone cried from the crowd, barely loud enough to be heard over the shouting of the crowd.

“You want to try it?” Wayne growled.

The person sat down hard and the room went silent.

“Silver weakens us, but doesn’t hurt us,” Wayne said. “Makes 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.”

Chrissy smiled. “Like 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.”

Eddie was grateful that mortals couldn’t 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, who’s to say it isn’t 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.

“That one was a fun one,” Steve said with a grin. The audience stared up at him in disbelief. “Let’s get on to the next question. What is the purpose of a female alpha?”

Steve’s grin grew. “Sounds like a question for our Nancy Wheeler.” He handed the mic to her.

“Female alphas act as ‘mother’ to the pack,” she explained. “There 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 he’s taking in all aspects of the situation. She’s co-leader. Often times the alpha female and male are bonded, but not necessarily. I’m not bonded to Steve for example.”

Someone raised their hand and Nancy called on them.

“Then how is female alpha chosen if they aren’t mates?” they asked.

“This is a question for our alpha male.” Nancy smiled and handed the mic back to Steve.

Steve laughed. “Most older alphas will pick their mate because it’s easier to counsel with someone you’re bonded to. Plus there is always the chance that your mate will be jealous if the alpha female isn’t her.”

There was some murmuring, but is sounded more like understanding then the anger when they first started.

“But in cases where the alpha isn’t 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. She’s a capable leader and a good friend.”

Nancy blushed.

“And what happens when you do bond?” someone shouted from the crowd.

“That is something that would be discussed before hand,” Steve said. “If 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.”

The real answer was that Nancy would be forced to step down and his mate would step up. But he wasn’t going to tell this group that. Also, it was a given that once Steve found someone else, anyone else Nancy would step down. She didn’t like being Steve’s alpha female. But she also knew the power vacuum that would have occurred if she hadn’t.

Because keeping Joyce as alpha female would have caused a rift between the alpha male and female that could have torn the pack asunder.

“Next question...” Steve said and continued to answer questions.

Yes, they couldn’t be one hundred percent truthful. Because they didn’t 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 weren’t 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.”

Steve looked down at the envelope and tried hard not to snarl. It wasn’t Chrissy’s fault. She was just the messenger and very likely didn’t 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 Robin’s plan before he enacted it.

Nancy looked between them with a frown creasing her forehead. Steve hadn’t 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 shouldn’t have been kept out of.

Steve just shook his head at her. He would tell her when he was ready.

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[putschki1969]

すき / DREAMS COME TRUE covered by Hikaru

Hello, this is Hikaru. Thank you for watching! This is the 6th installment of my "Singing & Playing Challenge"🎹 I don't have the proper equipment, so I recorded it on my iPhone😅 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- K021🏹 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 Keiko’s singing and the beautiful starry sky.

Tweet by Keiko | Tweet by Yas Nakajima | Instagram post by Keiko

Title: 『KEIKO LIVE in the DARK -Sagittarius- K021』 Date: 2024/10/26; 19:30 Start (19:00 Open) Venue: Fukuoka City Science Museum Dome Theater Tickets (Ticket Board): Regular Seat: 8,000円 | Regular Seat B (obstructed view): 6,000円 KEIKO Official Fan Club Ticket Lottery: 24/8/21 ～ 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 　MC 1

Yuuyami no Uta

KIMI GA NEMURU KARA

Close to you

Yoru no Uso to 　MC 2

Burn In The Wind

Te to Te to Me to Me

Mune no Yukue 　MC 3

Kaze no Machi e

Latte

Kimi ga Hikari ni Kaete Iku 　MC 4

YOUR

[kanmom51]

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

[inexplicablymine]

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 “Every other Weekend” you might possibly imagine this to a somewhat similar tune to Conan Gray’s 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 it’d get better/trashed every one of my letters/broke bicycle training/rust under the mainframe/the car you brought by/when you’d 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/should’ve 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 you’ll never get all of me (you’ll 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

Can’t wait to continue posting more of this over the course of February!!!

Read Here: Part 1 | Part 2

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[haerinari]

DAY 25 — ANATOMY CLASS

PAIRING: professor!yeonjun x student!fem!reader.

GENRE: smut, school au, kissing, unprotected sex, little age gap.

WARNINGS: smut

A/N: guys i’m really sorry for not posting yesterday. i was EXTREMELY exhausted and i didn’t get the chance to finish this fic of kinktober 2023, but don’t worry because i will keep updating. anyways, enjoy 💙

the first day of seventh grade you remember all the girls talking about the professor of the anatomy class. “he is so hot!”, “oh my god, if he is my professor i will study”, “i like anatomy class since today”. 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 shouldn’t, 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.

“Today Mr. Choi was looking hotter that today” your friend Chaeyoung said. “I know I can fuck him before graduating”

“God Chae” you said laughing. “What are you saying”

“Really! If i don’t fuck him it would be a waste, besides, he is hotter that any boy in our grade” she replied.

“You have a point in that tho” 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.

“Good Morning class, today i’m gonna be handing you back your exams” Mr. Choi said.

“I hope i got a good grade” you whispered to your friend. “I study really, really hard for this exams”

“I bet that you had the best grade y/n, you always have good grades” chae answered.

“Okay so, Son Chaeyoung” he said. “Hwang y/n”

both of you went for your examen, not wanting to see your grades until you went back to your desks.

“okay, at the count of tree” you said.

“1…” she started.

“2…”

“3!” 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.

“I GOT A 98!” she gasped, standing from her desk and jumping in excitement. “What about you?”

“55…” you said in a low voice.

“What?!” she exclaimed. “No, that’s totally impossible y/n. maybe he changed our exams, that 55 must be mine”

“No, chae. i really got a 55”

how was that even possible? you were good in anatomy, you never had bad grades. what happened now?

“Miss Hwang, i want to talk you later” Mr. Choi said.

“Okay” you answered to him.

the class continued normally, but this time you didn’t 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.

“Mr. Choi, if you’re keeping me here because of my exam, i swear to god i don’t know what happen” you tried to explain.

“Don’t worry about the grade y/n, you will pass anatomy anyways. And please, call me Yeonjun” he said.

“Okay uhhm Mr. Ch— I mean, Yeonjun, i study really hard for this exam. what did i did wrong?”

“Oh, you did nothing wrong y/n” he said stepping behind you. “I just knew that if i wrote a bad grade on your exam you would stay”

“Does that mean i have a good grade?” you asked.

“Do you want to have a good grade?”

“Of course i want” you answered.

you wanted to have a good grade, but having this time alone with your professor wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“So why are you keeping me here, profesor Yeonjun?” you said turning your head to look at him. looking up with doe eyes watching him looking directly to you.

“You know why i’m keeping you here pretty” he said tilting you head with his finger on your chin.

you were going to be fuck by your profesor, but you didn’t want to make it that easy.

“of course, to talked about my grade” you replied innocently. “tell me Mr. Choi, what do i have to do to have a better grade?”

“go sit on my desk” 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.

“i like when you play that innocent game” 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.

“fuck” you said.

“you wanted to have a good grade, didn’t you? take it like the good girl you are.” 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 didn’t 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.

“i’m gonna cum” you moaned.

“no you’re not, i don’t want you to cum like this?” he answered.

“what?”

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.

“bend over the desk” he said with a serious voice. “i’m gonna fuck you properly.”

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.

“fucking slut, clench around me like that against and i’m gonna cum” 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. yeonjun’s 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.

“pleas let me cum this time” you barely told him, the pressure on your neck wasn’t letting you talk properly.

“cum around my dick, cum like the good intelligent student that i have” he encouraged.

with a few more thrusts to came hard on yeonjun’s cock, seconds after his cum filled you up making a mess between your things. you legs were like jelly, you couldn’t even stand properly. your professor was giving small kisses on you jaw and neck, his strong arms holding you so you don’t fall.

you started to finally catch your breath, your heart beating from crazy to normally again. you couldn’t believe you just do that.

“if this is going to happen every time i have bad grades, i will mess it up on purpose next time” you said.

“be a bad student and you won’t be able to walk in weeks” he replied.

“is that supposed to be bad?” you smiled.

“you tell me” yeonjun said.

all the things you would have to explain to chaeyoung…

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete x LA Knight

a/n: I am coming to y’all in the midnight hour lol it’s literally 3am, and yet again I so desperately want to post more of this story. So, if y’all didn’t 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 you’re not a fitness person, it’s 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 I’ve created a Sheamus x Austin Theory feud???

⏮️ 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, he’s 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 Stephen’s large muscular arms. He squeezed me in a tight bear hug, it wasn’t so tight that it would hurt me, but enough to let me know he genuinely missed me. “Petey!” 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. 

“Sorry I’m late, like, at the last minute I couldn’t find my gym shoes. Then I found them by the end of the bed, I guess you could say they…sneaked away.” I looked at Stephen expectantly, he rolled his eyes, but didn’t fight the smile that crept onto his lips. 

He playfully shoved me out the way, signaling to the camera guy, “Dork.” He quickly shot at me before pivoting towards the camera to do his intro. “Today 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.” He side stepped to make some room for me to slide into frame, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and giving me another squeeze.

“Ayee wassup everybody, it’s your Hot Girl Coach here.” The grin on my lips stretched from ear to ear, bouncing on my toes, and blew a kiss to the camera. 

“Alright, alright, I see you’re ready to get going. But first, what’s the most embarrassing thing in your playlist?” He asked, it didn’t 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.

“Gosh, you’re really asking me that?” A chagrin expression etched across my face, I wrap my arms around my midsection hugging myself. 

“Aw c��mon you watch the channel, or well you better be watching the channel.” Stephen playfully bumped my shoulder. 

“Ugh, fine, I listen to you guys' theme songs. Right now Cody’s, Punk’s old Killswitch Engage one, and John Cena’s are in rotation, especially when I work out.” 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. 

He clapped his hands then pointed to me, I perked up like a puppy, the smile growing across my lips showing my teeth. “What are we calling this work out?” He asked, my eyebrows shot up in surprise, I didn’t know I got to name the workout. 

My brain scrambled for a clever answer, “Petey’s Poper?” 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. 

“Oh shite! Why are you so strong? Jesus, let me go.” He cried out, not willing to give up yet, I tightened my hold. 

“Tap! Tap out Sheamo.” 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. I’ve had his respect ever since then, and even in horseplay he doesn’t take me lightly. 

“Now that I’ve got my arm back, let’s go do a bit.” When he made his way over to the weights, I paused, looking at him sheepishly. When he realized I wasn’t talking, he looked up at me, upon seeing the expression on my face, he rolled his eyes. “What now?” His eye squinting, a knowing look in his eyes, and  a hint of a smirk on his lips. “I know when you’re up to bullshite Petey.” 

I took a half step back, he faked a punch at me, but I dodged away. “Listen, listen, listen. Don’t hate me but…today is Pilates day.” I whispered towards the end, his eyebrows shot up, and his head fell back dramatically, I turned to the camera, “Sheamus is known for being quite the primadonna guys.” I mumbled into the mic attached to my tank top, he shot me a glare, and I threw my hands up in defense. 

“Mavis, please tell me you’re joking?” 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. 

“Sheamus…you lift men, three times my size, and beat them on their chest, surely you can handle this. I believe in you fella!” 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. 

He chortled, “Fine, ugh, is that why you picked this gym?” He asked, watching me closely.

I bursted out a breath of laughter, “No! I genuinely thought today was my heavy day, you know I love you. I’d never put you through hell on purpose.” 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. 

“For the record, I’m complaining so much because I’ve seen Petey’s 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.” 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. 

“Any who, we’re gonna start with some stretches, and warm up, because god knows you’re gonna need it.” 

“Ha ha.” Stephen laughed humorlessly, and let me pull him by the arm over to an open area meant for yoga, and stretching. “So, we’re gonna do some toe touches, that’s gonna pull our hammies–

“Hamstrings.” He clarified for the viewers, a small smirk on his lips, then nodded to me, allowing me to continue.

“Mmhm, and then we’re gonna do some sumo squats, that’s gonna stretch the inner thighs, but the main goal is to loosen up your hips. Now me, I’ve been doing these for almost a year, so my body is used to getting that low. But please don’t hurt yourself babes, get as low as you can go comfortably. I don’t suggest forcing it.” As I explained, Stephen listened intently, and watched as I demonstrated each stretch for him. “I love how you’re always open to learning something new.” I laughed lightly, our friendship is so special to me, Stephen is one of my friends that just gets it.

“I love learning, in all of my 40 years–

“Damn you’re 40?” I didn’t mean to outburst, but I was truly baffled by this revelation. He took a pregnant pause, I think the realization just hit him too. 

“Yes…what are ya tryin tah say?” A grin growing on his lips, he watched me with a weary glance.

“Like where did the time go? I feel like it was just yesterday I was watching you for the first time, that means I’m getting older too.” I wanted to cry, I could feel myself getting choked up, and it didn’t 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. 

“I’m okay, I’m okay. Whew, got a little heavy, but don’t think you’re getting out of this workout! Petey's Popper workout.” I clapped my hands together, and dropped into a squat popping my ass back. Anything to shake off those spiraling thoughts. 

“I hope twerking isn’t part of the warm up.” 

“Baby! You ain’t ready for that.” 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. 

“Jesus, can you not stare into my soul?” Stephen stood from his squatting position, I mirrored his movements coming up the same time he did. 

“Sorry.” I giggled, then moved into the next stretch, and he tried his best to copy my form. 

“Weirdo.” 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 Stephen’s 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 wasn’t until the last round that I actually started to feel my glutes, and thighs burn. 

“Agh, fuck that burns.” 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. 

“Jesus Christ, why does it hurt more after the fact?” 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. 

“Alright last thing, what’s your favorite cheat meal?” 

“So 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, I’m consuming all the sugar I want, and I know we both have a really bad sweet tooth. So I’ll do chicken tenders, fries with chili cheese, and an Olliepop. Then I’ll have ice cream and a brownie, with caramel syrup. And sleep like a baby.” 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. “Yea I know your love for chicken tenders, it’s like your comfort food.” Patting me on the head with his other hand, he closed out the video, and then cut the camera. 

“Shit I’m tired, and hungry, wanna go out to eat?” 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 wasn’t too far behind him. 

“Of course baby girl, my treat. Anywhere you wanna go ya boy is paying.” 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. I’ve heard about the countless altercations they’ve gotten into backstage, and on more than a few occasions Austin started the arguments. 

“What’s crazy is that you really are cute.” 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. 

“But you’re cuter when you’re not talking.” 

“I bet, but let’s be honest, you’re just more interested in tryna be someone’s sugar baby.” 

Stephen pushed past me getting up in Austin’s face, Grayson took a step forward ready to back his friend up if necessary. While Austin is in great shape, Stephen wasn’t just a hunk of muscle. He didn’t take disrespect, to women especially, lightly at all. “Better watch that smart arse mouth of yours.” He warned, I was taken aback by his domineering tone, his eyes darkened, and his hands balled into fist. I didn’t realize how serious the heat between the two was until now, and Austin wasn’t backing down, kudos to him though. 

“Man, you ain’t  nothing, but talk. I’m 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.” 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. 

Austin didn't seem phased, he was satisfied with his work, but he topped it off with a cheshire grin. Stephen’s words came out in a growl, “One of these days, you’re gonna cash a check you’re arse can’t cash.” Stephen had let him go, but not before he shoved him, Austin grinned, but was quick to shove him back. 

“Oh my god, okay, okay. Calm down, he’s not worth it, Sheamo.” I quickly stepped between them, pressing my hands to his chest, I could feel his heart beating wildly underneath my palms.

“See man, ya always take it too far, shame on you.” 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. 

“You good?” 

“I’m fine.” 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. 

“Can y’all just like, get fucking lost or something?” I turned to face them, I didn’t care to waste anymore energy on them, and I definitely didn’t want the situation to blow up anymore than it already was. I could already see Hunter’s 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. 

“Hey man what the hell?” I slapped his shoulder, his eyebrows shot up, shocked that I  reprimanded him. 

“He’s a jerk Mavis, he’s always being a tool.” 

“Yes, and?” It was easy for me to dismiss idiots like Austin, guys are always trying to press me, it came with the gig. 

“And, he always talks about you like you’re just something to check off a box. Women aren’t objects, you know how I feel about that, I wasn’t just gonna stand by, and let him disrespect you.” 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. 

“Stephen, you know I love you, but I can’t allow you to get into trouble for me. Then I’d have to deal with your wife scolding me, and sending me paragraphs because your grumpy ass got suspended.” 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. 

“I can’t help it, ya know you’re like a sister to me, a little sister. ” He joked, glancing at me, a crack of a smile on his lips. 

“Jesus, do I even wanna know what you’d look like defending your actual siblings?” I laughed playfully punching him in the shoulder, he smiled sheepishly. His hand scratched the back of his head. 

He chortled, leaning in, “Actually, my record back home is pretty nasty.” 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. 

“Say whattt?” I gasped, I’m not totally surprised, but he’s 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 he’s a serial killer til he’s standing over you with a knife. 

“Only Drew really knows the details of that night, but that doesn’t matter right now. Sorry if I gave ya a scare, but something has to be done about that guy..” Stephen’s previous upbeat demeanor tarnished. I’ve never known anyone to get underneath his skin the way Austin did. 

“Don’t worry about him, trust me, Theory is all talk.” I stop up from the bench, Stephen following my lead. The gym was just now starting to get busy as we were leaving, and I’m thankful that we’re done for the day. I don’t really like crowded gyms. 

“So, back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, wanna go get some food?” 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. 

“Yea, if you don’t mind Drew tagging along? We planned on hanging out today.” 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. 

I’m not around Drew much, but since he’s a friend of Stephen’s, I automatically trusted him, “Of Course! I’m gonna head back to the hotel real quick to change, and then we can meet up.” 

“Where do ya wanna go?” He asked, and I wasn’t really sure, I just knew I was hungry. 

“Mmm, you guys can pick. I’m good with whatever right now.” 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. 

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, “Look at what the 80s drug in.” I mumbled, his head shot up, when he recognized it was me, and not some asshole stranger his lips curled into a grin. 

“Ohh, someone’s in a zesty mood today, what’s wrong didn’t have your bottle before bed last night?” Randy rebuttal quicker than I expected, and I struggled to repress what I really wanted to say. 

“Know a thing or two about babies don’t you?.” I mumbled, he didn’t find that amusing at all, but willed himself to let out an airy chuckle. 

“Real mature, bringing up the baby mama scandal, you’d think coming from someone who has nothing but rumors surrounding her, she’d show a little empathy.” He spoke as a matter of factly, I pressed my lips together, and exited the elevator in silence. “Speaking of which, I was going to say sorry for the joke I made last night. That’s all it was, a joke, but I didn’t know how much of a sore topic it was for you.” 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. 

“I know.” 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 didn’t interject. 

“I know what some of the guys say about me, and I know what they think. That I’m some busy body, that sleeps with all the guys, and if you’re nice enough to her she might keep ya around. The truth of the matter is…I’ve only ever slept with three of the guys on the roster out of all the ones that tried to get with me.” I took a pause to let my words sink in, he did somewhat look shocked by the revelation. I’m not sure what the hell people have been telling him, but I guarantee none of it is true. 

“I’m 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, you’ll know the truth. From the source.” Randy doesn’t really engage in gossip, because of that, most people just skip him all together when spreading the rumors around. Now that he’s directly associated with me, people are prone to skip their happy ass’ over to him and say anything to make me look bad. 

He nodded his head, his eyes swept the ground before they found their way back to me. “Shuan said the same thing, that I shouldn’t believe whatever lies people tell me, and that you have your head on your shoulders.” 

I couldn’t help the tiny smile that crept onto my lips. He's another one that doesn’t let people bad mouth me, even if it’s not in front of my face, Shaun was more of a low key guy. Which is one of the reasons we’re 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. “Mmm sounds like something he’d say.” I mumbled in a soft voice, expressions in Randy’s eyes were unreadable, so I didn’t dwell on it. My phone buzzed, I glanced at it quickly, it was Stephen letting me know that they chose Chipotle for lunch. 

“Off on an adventure again?” Randy drew my attention away from the phone, when I looked up he was wearing a playful smile on his lips. 

“Nothing too big, just grabbing some food with some besties.” I explained vaguely, I couldn't give Randy too much ammunition, that’s something I recently had to learn.

“Mmm, I see. When are you gonna let me break you in, training I mean.”

“That’s right…you are supposed to be my mentor aren’t you? I’m free till the next show this week. I have a hair appointment Thursday, so what about Wednesday?” I offered, I felt his finger twitch, and that’s when I realized he was still holding onto me. My heart pounded in my chest, I wasn’t sure if I should pull away, but by the time I had the thought of doing so, he had already let me go. 

“Hmm, let’s try Saturday, we’ll be back in Florida. That way we can just go at it in the PC, how’s that sound?” He asked, and I’m not sure what it was, but I suddenly got caught in a hypnotic gaze where I couldn’t look away from him. If he would have asked me to bark like a dog, I would have. 

I found the will to verbally respond, “Yea, yea sounds cool to me.” I agreed as briefly as possible, his eyes caught how my fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shit. I’d like to think I hide my twitchyness well, but under the gaze of such observant eyes, it didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Right then, I’ll let you go, I know you can’t stand in one place for too long.” 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. 

“Yup…see ya later.” I backed away, then turned on my heels heading in the direction of the hotel’s 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.

[grapenehifics]

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:

“Uh…” Anakin looked down at his cards and bit his lip. “Hit me?” 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. “Damnit,” he hissed through his teeth.

“Tough luck, boy,” boomed the Besalisk on Anakin’s right, the one he was most worried about getting a peek at his cards. “That makes twenty-two.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Anakin snapped, frustrated. He tossed his cards face-down in front of him. “Don’t remind me.”

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.

“I’m going to take a break,” Anakin said suddenly, standing up so quickly his chair squeaked. “I’ll sit out this round. Be right back.” 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 didn’t leave the Castle (Takodana was a little too humid for Anakin’s 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 hadn’t 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 – maybe a millennia – 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 wounds…

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. He’d 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 wasn’t totally sure he believed him). Anakin had tried to keep to the Younglings’ 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), they’d lasted only about half that time before starting to get fidgety. It had started small – a few coughs here and there, a couple of giggles, wiggling on their mats – 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 wasn’t 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. He’d 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 felt…calm and at peace and a little floaty, but also grounded, connected to the Force, the air, even the children. He’d 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 he’d dutifully sat down across from Obi-Wan and closed his eyes anyway. Obi-Wan had reached out and taken Anakin’s 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.

“Ow!” he’d said, reflexively, and opened his eyes. Obi-Wan’s datapad was lying on the floor beside him. Obi-Wan himself was still sitting serenely, holding Anakin’s hands.

“What the kriff did you do that for?” Anakin demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan had said, without opening his eyes, “I thought you said you liked having distractions while you meditated.”

“Not painful ones!” Anakin shot back.

“Apologies.” 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. “Is that better?”

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-Wan’s 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 he’d 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. “Good, Anakin,” he murmured softly, so quietly Anakin almost couldn’t hear him over the documentary narrator. “That’s very good.” (Anakin had replayed the moment in his head, putting that voice of Obi-Wan’s into different and much more…naked 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!

[bluedalahorse]

So is now the time to post the opening of my unfinished YR abortion road trip fic?

Maybe. Maybe today is the day! This isn’t on AO3 because I haven’t finished it, but @heliza24 really wants me to finish it and would be glad that I posted even this part to fandom.

There’s 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 doesn’t expect to meet Sara Eriksson, who is in the process of running away.

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Felice’s 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 Fredrika’s

Fredrika: LIES mine are better than Stella’s

Maddie: you’re not in your room

Maddie: girl are you even at school?

Fredrika: just tell us where you are and we won’t 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: don’t listen to them

Maddie: only flirt with someone hot

Stella: yeah he’s got to be at least as hot as Fredrika

Stella: lol j/k ahahaha what

Fredrika: heeeyyyyyyy Feliiiiiice where are youuuuu

Fredrika: we’re a little worried, just let us know

Fredrika: tho at least you didn’t get sick and disappear into the bathroom like SOMEONE we could mention

Stella: but we’re not mentioning her

Stella: bc we don’t mention traitors

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Felice sits at the edge of a convenience store parking lot in Bjärstad, counting all the scars in her nail polish. It’s supposed to be a fresh coat. Stella brushed the ballet slipper pink onto Felice’s nails on Tuesday, and right now it’s only—Thursday afternoon? Felice is drunk on leftover vodka she stashed in her closet behind her Prada handbag, but not so drunk she’s forgotten that it’s Thursday. A Thursday full of literal dark clouds, at that. 

Tuesday was sunny, and it was also the day that police arrived at Hillerska and escorted that guy away. That one, the ex. Wednesday, Felice’s ex-best friend, her real ex in any kind of emotional attachment sense, came back to school for half a day, but couldn’t make it past lunch. Now people are spreading rumors about Sara Eriksson puking in the bathroom. So maybe it’s been a weird enough forty-eight hours that Felice hasn’t 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 won’t solve. But it’s not like being sober is going to solve things for Felice right now, either.

Felice’s 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. They’re 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 she’ll 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 Maddie’s alleged witch powers and pulls herself to her feet.

Felice’s ankles ache the way they do when she’s walked on her Jimmy Choo heels for too long. She’s 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. She’s not as up on cars as the Forest Ridge boys, but this van definitely belongs to a Bjärstad local. She braces herself for an awful catcall as the window rolls down halfway, certain she’s about to get leered at by some guy in a permanently affixed football beanie.

Instead, it’s a girl. No football beanie, only football confidence. Felice recognizes the girl from Simon’s instagram—she’s come up a few times. Felice hasn’t been counting, but she’s noticed.

“You’re in choir with Simon,” says the girl. “Felice, right? I’m Rosh. Need a ride back to school?”

“I can walk. I think,” Felice says. And then, so she can own her story, she adds, “I might be a little drunk?”

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 the—was she modeling? She’s not making a case for relative sobriety, whatever she’s doing.

Rosh turns to consult with someone next to her, then turns back to Felice.

“Come on,” she says. “Get in the car. Back seat.”

“Um. Thanks.”

The back door of the van slides open. Felice doesn’t 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 Eriksson’s head is so familiar—defeated brown waves that haven’t seen a wash day in too long. Sara’s 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 doesn’t like the idea of Sara mentally comparing her hugs to someone else’s, and she’s allowed to be petty about that.)

“You don’t have to talk to me,” Sara says, tapping away on her phone. She sounds exhausted. “I’m busy anyway.”

“If you hydrate, we won’t ask about the drinking,” says Rosh to Felice. “There’s sports drink behind the passenger seat. Take one.”

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 van’s windows—the 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 “right” or “left” or “go straight here” to Rosh. Felice can’t tell why she’s doing it. Why she didn’t just insist on leaving Felice behind.

Then, the conversation shifts. Or at least, the conversation that Felice isn’t a part of shifts.

“Rosh?” Sara whispers. “I can’t find anywhere cheap enough for us to stay.”

“Even on the apps?” Rosh replies. “Look, I told you, I have some money—”

“I can’t take your money.”

“It’s money I owe Simon anyway.”

“That’s even worse. He already hates me. You should hate me more.” 

Sara breathes in, then out, audibly. She does it a few more times. Felice’s own lungs strain in sympathy.

“We have to find a place for the weekend,” says Sara. “Or we can’t do it.”

“What are you talking about?” 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, she’s always been able to sit still. Always.

“We’re going on a weekend trip,” Rosh answers, too brightly. “To Stockholm—”

“—to an island,” Sara says at the same time.

“Stockholm has lots of islands,” Rosh improvises. “Sara just needs to be away for a weekend. That’s all.”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re going on a normal trip,” says Felice, hearing the suspicion in her voice, and how it sounds like her father.

“We told Mamma we were traveling,” says Sara. “My period’s late. I don’t––I don’t think it’s coming. I know it isn’t coming, because—”

“Don’t tell me that.”

“—I did a pregnancy test.”

Felice digs her chipped nails into her knee. She knew how Sara’s sentence was going to end. Not the way she knows people’s 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 she’s burned. Not out of surprise but out of pain.

“Fuck, Sara,” says Rosh. “You don’t have to tell her. She could tell the media.”

“Sorry,” says Sara. “It just came out. I’m scared, okay?” 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. “Look, you can’t tell anyone. Rosh and I are going to deal with it. We already got the pills. I can’t deal with it at home because of Simon and Mamma. I don’t know what they’d say.”

“We wanted to use my apartment,” Rosh adds. “We thought my mother was going to visit one of my aunties this weekend. But auntie came to visit us instead at the last minute.”

“Please don’t tell anyone at school, Felice.” Sara turns away again. “Or Simon. Don’t tell him either.”

“People are already talking about how you threw up in the bathroom,” says Felice. “And if you’re absent from school again, they’re going to wonder.”

“Please don’t tell,” 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, she’s still too drunk for this. Or maybe, again, she isn’t 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 can’t. Felice can’t even imagine faking sick and staying home from class, because then Stella and Fredrika would come visit her with buns and coffee, and then they’d want to gossip.

At first, being able to gossip felt good. But ever since the arrest—since the security from the palace arriving to keep out news cameras—gossip is more like gangrene eating at an already wounded limb. Felice needs amputation, or at least closure. Until then, she’s just going to keep asking herself questions about what part of the catastrophe she made happen. Why didn’t she ask Sara who she had a crush on, like best friends always do? Why hadn’t she been more concerned that Sara was gone all the time and came back late to their room? Why hadn’t she told Sara how bad things got with him last term, to warn her?

Felice doesn’t want to keep asking herself the questions, because this isn’t her fault. Maybe Sara isn’t the only one who needs an emergency abortion. Maybe Felice needs to abort Sara from her life, so she can move on.

But if she’s going to do this, she has to make it her choice.

“My family has a vacation cabin,” Felice says. “We can go there to do what you need to do. But after that, we will never speak to one another ever again. Alright?”

Sara’s shrunk down in her seat so much that Felice can’t see her anymore, but Felice is pretty sure from the rustling of her coat sleeves that she’s 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.

[blouisparadise]

Today we’re 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 wasn’t 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 Harry’s thighs, slowly rubbing while bringing them up to Harry’s chest. Noticing the more prominent bulge in the alpha’s pants, the omega starts to whisper the lyrics in Harry’s 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

“I think I’m in love,” Harry says, flopping back to lay on the bench again.

Nick sighs and pats Harry on the head.

“There, there. You’ll forget him in a day or so.”

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 doesn’t 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 that’s 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, it’s not like Louis was hoping it’ll turn to something more. Just a fleeting crush, that he’ll get over once he stops seeing him every week.

Except he hasn’t stopped, he’s still thinking about it once in a while. What’s 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. Harry’s hair is a lot shorter than the last he remembers, it curls around his ear, framing his square jaw nicely. He’d have to ask about the scone next time. If there’s ever a next time.

University AU. In which Louis is most definitely not pining.

9) Nothing’s Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15466 words

When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.

10) Treading Through Flowerbeds | Explicit | 20384 words

“So are you coming to class or are you gonna take the day off to shop online for your vibrator?” Zayn props his shoulder against the doorframe and watches Louis scurry around their room in amusement.

“I wouldn’t have lost the bet if—” Harry and his massive dick didn’t exist, “—you didn’t make us go to that frat party.”

“You’re the one who said you could flirt your way out of a speeding ticket with that old, bald policeman,” Zayn replies. “You know, you should be glad we went with the vibrator up your arse instead of taking Viagra before class.”

11) Baby, Loving You’s The Real Thing | Explicit | 21011 words

Harry never thought he’d be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-one—well, trying to anyway.

12) Cut The Sides, Don’t Touch The Back | Explicit | 21596 words

Prompt 87: Harry’s been talking about getting a mullet for so long and Louis hates how good he pulls it off.

13) It’s 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

“Okay, so. You didn’t fuck. But you’re gonna go hiking with Harry?” Zayn raises an eyebrow. “You don’t even go outside.”

Louis groans, crossing his arms on the table and hiding his face in them. “I know.”

15) Dont Know Its Lost Til You Find It | Explicit | 30614 words

Maybe it’ll be better this way. Maybe Louis just needs to distance himself, get over his crush so Harry doesn’t 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 she’s just stellar in bed. If she smells like heaven or if it’s just the fact she’s 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 Don’t 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 Can’t 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 couldn’t 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 can’t cohabitate as friends and Harry ‘supposed-to-be-a-beta’ Styles presents a few weeks before he and Louis ‘hot/spicy-omega-bestie’ 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.    

23) It’s 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) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re 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

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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! 😉

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! 😏

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

[momotonescreaming]

✨ WIP Weekend ✨

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

Here’s 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. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve 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.

That’s 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 🖤: Ready when you are ❤️

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.

It’s not the end of the world, if he is. Him and Steve have both been late plenty of times — 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 — 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

[vbecker10]

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! 💚

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

[just-beinghuman]

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!!