#lolly does a challenge

[pervertedreams]

with farleigh there’s always some sort of competition between the two of you, regardless if it’s subconscious or not. regardless if it’s childish and petty or not, and you always know around summer time when the two of you return to saltburn the games are on.

the fight to see who will break first and when is always thrilling to the both of you, restraining from each other sexually until the end of summer is usually the challenges goal. and you’ll do anything to make him crack, but he’s stubborn. usually he’s the first one to initiate, you can hear the soles of his bare feet slapping harshly against the buffed marbled floors. you’re slump on your bed nearly naked with just your bra and a loose pair of shorts. and you pray they cut the ac on eventually.

you stare at your open doorway, wait for farleigh to arrive in your line of vision. and when he does you nearly roll your eyes, he’s so obvious.

sporting a bare chest and a tight pair of swim trunks, when all this week his trunks have been noticeably loose. at least to you.

you can tell he’s been in the sun a while, complexion deeper than usual. there’s still water droplets running and curving down his chest and to his v-line. he watches your eyes follow it with a knowing smirk. “they aren’t turning on the conditioner.” his voice is flat, and you silently watch how his lips wrap around his cigarette. you scan his bare frame one more time, watching his chest rise and fall, and how the soaked trunks he wears strains around his bulge. you lift yourself up slowly to rest on your forearms, “is there something you wanna tell me?”

his smirk widens as he strides across your bedroom, standing directly in front of you so his bulge is eye level with you, “is there something you’re expecting me to ask?” and he nearly twitches when you look up at him from this angle, this specific view very familiar to him.

other times it’s you, this time you and the rest of the family outside laying by the pool. the loud summer sun burning new complexions into everyone, of course you need sunscreen. so it’d only be right to ask oliver to do it. farleigh’s closest friend of course. you arch against oliver’s palms, hands slowly working the white substance into your skin. you tilt your head back, little moans escaping your throat. making sure to let oliver know how good he is with his hands, all while making eye contact with farleigh. and you can see his lips tighten and thin around his ciggie.

sometimes it’s more subtle, maybe you’re eating a popsicle not even realizing farleigh was looking but of course when he does, you delightfully put on a show. he’s looking intensely, how the sweet treat creates a temporary bulge in your cheek much how his cock has in the past. the way your lips circle and pull around the orange treat, you purposely hollowing your cheeks. you wanna giggle when you watch him readjust in his seat, the book he was reading conveniently covering his hard on.

the sounds of you slurping and swallowing whatever juices melted on your tongue, while the rest dribbles down your throat and disappears into your chest. eventually you pull the popsicle out with a lewd pop, this time looking at him when your tongue licks a bold stripe up the chilled dessert. you lick your lips pointing the popsicle towards him, “d’you wanna taste?”

other times it’s him with a lollipop, maybe you’re sitting on his lap, bodies sticking together from the heat. the two of you watch a movie with felix and venetia. pretty pink lips wrapping and slurping around the red candy, and making eye contact was the worse thing you’ve could’ve done cause now it’s nearly a staring contest. he steadily pulls the lolli out, and you catch a glimpse of a small string of saliva that connects between the lollipop and his bottom lip before snapping. he licks his bottom lip, a sweet layer of sugar stains his taste buds. “when the last time you wore lip gloss?” his question is almost startling, you’ve been so focused on him. unforgivable images playing in your head.

“what?” your voice is hoarse and dry, he gives a low chuckle, bringing his spit slick lollipop pop to the bottom of your lips and circling it around your mouth like its lip balm. your lips are wet and stained and you nearly moan when he presses an open, wet kiss to your chin. “don’t break, baby.” is all he whispers before returning back to the movie like it’s nothing, leaving you irritated with wet lips, not the ones on your face.

idek if this makes sense you know it’s brainrot. feedback is ALWAYS encouraging

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(083) Today's fic idea is Cyclonus going on a long adventure that was supposed to be a very, very short trip to fetch Tailgate an iced (energon) lolly. He contends with:

A localised power failure that causes the doors to lock

Someone challenging him to a duel to the death for unrelated reasons (he wins of course but does not kill them)

A crowd of drunks all spilling out of a local bar into his path, something which they do at top volume and maximal obstructiveness

The discovery that the power failure means the iced (energon) lollies aren't even cold anymore

Trying to find an adequate bribe for a self centred engineer so he cools down the iced lolly again

A wild animal smuggled on board by someone who should, but evidently does not, know better

He returns at last to find Tailgate just went to sleep.

[danglovely]

Regrading Taskmaster: S04E07 No stars for naughty boys.

*Score changes noted in parenthesis.

Prize Task: Best Chair

Very simple task that somehow gets some whiffs. Joe doesn't bring in a chair. He brings in a pocket-sized sculpture of Greg's face (and it doesn't look like Greg). I haven't seen anyone ever get disqualified from a prize task before, but that's as close as you get. Lolly brings in a bean bag chair which does fit the category . . . but it's a pretty boring submission.

Mel brings in a dollhouse chair from her childhood. This is somehow the best prize so far. Hugh brings in a photo of his son on his shoulders, which is cute . . . and paid off in the end because Hugh comes on stage to let Joe sit on him. Noel brings in a David Bowie chair and honestly, it mostly beats the uninspired mess that the rest of the cast brings.

Hugh: 5 (0) Joe: 1 (-1) Lolly: 2 (-1) Mel: 3 (+2) Noel: 4 (0)

VT 01: Stand on one leg. Your raised foot must not touch the ground until the task is complete. Bring Alex his dinner. Every time your raised foot touches the ground, you must eat a slice of Alex's dinner. Most dinner delivered fastest, wins.

Alex sets out the penalty in studio and we know the contestants weren't aware of this based on what Joe said in the outtakes. There's no disqualifying condition in this task. Hugh has the workaround and still somehow only comes in second to Noel.

Hugh: 4 Joe: 3 Lolly: 1 Mel: 2 Noel: 5

VT 02: Hide from Alex. Alex is in the caravan. He has already started counting to 100.

And that's it. We never hear the win condition for the task. The only thing that makes sense is that the winner is the person it takes Alex longest to find. Of course there's minutiae about whether Alex has to tag you, whether you can leave the grounds, etc.

I don't buy for a second that Joe and Hugh exactly tied, but I have no means of reviewing the times it actually took Alex to find them. Lolly dominates and we have the Mel incident. No score changes detected.

Hugh: 3 Joe: 3 Lolly: 5 Mel: 4 Noel: 1

Team Task: Get this wheelie bin across the finishing line. One of you must be in the wheelie bin at all times. The other person must be blindfolded at all times. The wheelie bin rider must direct the wheelie bin drivers to complete the course and the five challenges within it. Also no one can speak English.

One possible DQ condition - speaking English. I guess Mel and Hugh just know French? Mel was so good and I'm pretty sure she never slips in any English.

The team of three chooses German . . . Joe is regularly speaking in English throughout it and it directly leads to them being able to finish the task. Disqualification seems earned here.

Hugh and Mel: 5 (+3) Joe, Lolly, & Noel: 0 (-3)

VT 04: Unveil a new handshake. Best new handshake wins.

This might just have to be a preference judgment because there aren't a lot of objective indicators to evaluate it on. Hugh doesn't execute his well, but it seems like a handshake that you could actually use. Lolly slipped Alex a bribe, which isn't really a new thing to do.

Noel has Alex use a hand on a stick to shake a hand placed in the crotch of his pants. And then we have Joe who exchanges finger strokes with Alex whilst maintaining full eye contact for the entire three minutes. This is legitimately hard to grade outside of Lolly (who comes last for not doing something new). Joe and Noel beat the rest for being unique and Joe edges Noel for not being a dick joke.

Hugh: 3 (0) Joe: 5 (0) Lolly: 1 (-2) Mel: 2 (-1) Noel: 4 (0)

Live Task: Make the best and biggest all-round banana out of these bananas.

It's tasks like these that make you start to question what the platonic ideal of a banana is. Presumably they should be edible, but do they have to be? About the only thing Noel succeeded in was putting the bananas into a continuous shape. This rightfully beats Mel's "banunting," which was both bad and not the task. Lolly merged all the bananas and covered it with all the peels, which does start to approach the concept of a big banana.

Joe taped three bananas to a column and attempted to call the whole thing a banana. He only isn't coming in last because Mel was there to take his place.

Hugh: 4 (+1) Joe: 2 (-2) Lolly: 5 (0) Mel: 1 (0) Noel: 3 (+1)

Final

Hugh: 24 (+2) Joe: 14 (-6) Lolly: 14 (-6) Mel: 17 (+4) Noel: 17 (-2)

So some heavy deductions on Joe rob us of his excellent tiebreaker performance. Hugh deserved it though.

[fighterkimburgess]

Life In The Fast Lane Chapter 1: Bahrain

Summary: Kim finds out a closely guarded secret about her brother, but more gossip about her relationships doesn’t help even though Adam does well. Masterlist

Words: 4k

Warnings: Bob Ruzek’s A+ Parenting, mentions of child neglect and emotional abuse.

There’s an authors note with definitions at the end.

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The winter break hadn’t been nearly long enough as far as Kim was concerned. They’d spent Christmas together in Monaco, going over to Sarah and Crockett’s to see what Pere Noel had brought Lolly for the holiday. Sarah had surprised them with mistletoe as they walked into the apartment, Adam kissing Kim with a wry smile. Lolly was found surrounded by gifts from Santa, her very favourite a hot sauce gift set that she refused to let go of. Kim and Adam - mostly Adam if Kim was honest - had gotten her a go kart to use while they travelled and seeing the bigger car made the girl light up. At first she put it at the front of the line of toy cars surrounding her. Once Adam showed her the blue and red helmet to match his own and the grey race suit she understood exactly what she could do, sitting into the vehicle. 

The next afternoon involved the four adults driving out to a karting track in Eze. Lolly copied Adam’s every movement as they raced on the tiny vehicles. It was an immediate hit as a present, even while Sarah cringed watching her barely bigger than a toddler child drive at thirty miles an hour.

They’d even gotten to go on vacation for a week together. Adam had organised a jet to bring them to the Caribbean so they could wander around the Guadeloupe Islands together hand in hand. His off season beard meant he wasn’t recognised and they got to act like any two tourists. The only photos posted on Instagram were from when they got back. Kim wasn’t visible in anything on his profile, and he was missing from hers. They were rested and relaxed, ready for the next season even if she could have done with more time off.

When preseason testing rolled around she was working with both Plouch and VR depending on the session, she and Kevin running between places like bats out of hell. She worked with Roman, getting his timings right and praying he didn’t hit someone else or spin off into a run off, then go to Adam who was getting to grips with a new car and wheel. The internal systems were completely different for them which made it a fun challenge. Kim would dip into the bathroom to change her shirt as she moved between the garages. From there she raised the vacated pit wall seat up, sat down, and plugged in the new headset to find out what was going on.

In between testing in Barcelona and Bahrain Kim officially moved into Adam’s apartment. It was a risk they were willing to take to live together fully. She had to give Trudy her new address, walking into the principal’s office and handing over the form. Trudy looked at the address with a slowly raising eyebrow before staring up at Kim.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“I’m just moving, Trudy. Nothing else is changing in my life.

It was so hard to keep everything mostly to herself. Every week more gossip accounts appeared on Instagram and TikTok. They posted about the drivers and their personal lives, comparing wives and girlfriends and making Kim feel weird. A photo of Kelly Severide and rookie Stella Kidd kissing on vacation in Italy went viral, even outside the F1 bubble. Part of her was jealous. She wished she could have shared the photo of Adam kissing her cheek from their vacation even on her close friends Insta story. But the other part of her was glad that it was private and that the media couldn’t get involved any more in her life. She’d seen the media frenzy that Roman’s last girlfriend had to deal with. Jenn had left him because he wouldn’t commit and there were photos of him kissing women at parties and it ended up slapped all over the internet. Plus the mayhem that occurred when people thought Lolly was Adam’s child was enough to make her never want it.

The day before they were due to fly to Bahrain for the first race of the year she was in a cafe in Monaco. March fog had cleared to a warm day as she took an outdoor table. Kim never felt truly cold now that the majority of her home life was almost entirely based around the Mediterranean Sea. There were no more minus 40 days that made her miss her rural Illinois home. The second chair at her table was pulled out as Mouse sat down, graceful as his gangly legs would let him.

“Penny for them?” He asked as Kim shook her head.

“Stuff and things. Whether going public is a good idea or the worst thing we could possibly do?” She semi asked before taking a sip of the fruit tea in front of her.

“Can you keep a secret?” Kim nodded while she watched the older man’s slim fingers fidget with the air in front of him. “I know exactly what you’re going through. But it’s been five years.”

“You’re not making sense. Since what?”

“It’s five years since Jay and I started sleeping together and we’ve been dating for the last four and a half. So if anybody in this bubble we live in gets it, I do. He’s telling Adam today, that’s why I’m telling you. I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner.”

“Is it worth it?” Kim asked after a few moments. Mouse nodded before the full question was out.

“So worth it. He can’t come out. Not while he’s driving. And we couldn’t tell Antonio because it’s not like Dawson can keep a secret. We agreed that before he retires he’ll come out to make it easier for the younger kids. If a certain someone doesn’t decide to come out before he does.” The nod between them was enough to know that they both understood before he continued. “Mom and Will both know about us but that’s it. I told Jay I wanted to tell you but not why. I think he thinks it’s cause you’re basically my sister. And being able to tell Adam and trust him with something will help Jay too.”

“Thanks for telling me.” It was a comfortable silence for a few moments, the ambience only broken by the roar of a super car going past. “How have you kept it so quiet?”

“Hailey was his beard for a year.” Kim’s near cackle shattered the quiet between them, looking curiously at her brother as she regained her composure.

“Upton? His PR person? How did you end up roping her into that?”

“Her girlfriend does PR for Goat, she’s their Head of Comms. They didn’t want people knowing they were together and dealing with the cross team worries until they were serious. They pretended to date, did some red carpet events, went to the FIA gala together. It worked for both of them, what else was he supposed to do?”

“Ok, point taken.” She smiled and finished the last sips of her drink. “We should get together for dinner in Bahrain. It’d be nice to spend some time as a couple with people who aren’t Sarah and Crockett. I love them, but it’s our routine and there’s only so many times you can do it. When are you flying out?”

“Tomorrow. We’re on the same jet as the two of you, Jay wants some extra days to adjust to the lack of humidity. I agreed as long as I have an air conditioned dark room to play video games in with snacks and candy. We can do a room service dinner?”

“Perfect. You can see my mayhem for trying to learn your software.” Kim tried making it a joke but Mouse squeezed her hand.

“When we’re on the plane I’ll go over how it works. I know you and Adam have your own shorthand, but the software is very different to Plouch. Believe me, I helped write the code for yours as Mom’s Christmas present one year. I’ll give you the head start before we get to the track.”

“You are amazing. Dinner when we land tomorrow?”

“Deal, but none of us will be human after the flight.”

The apartment was empty when Kim made it home, Adam out for a job to enjoy the last of their time at home before the chaos began anew. The meal plan that his trainer, Dante, had made up was stuck to their fridge with a magnet and tonight’s meal was chicken and chorizo pasta bake. The food was in the oven and Kim was wiping down their countertops when the front door opened. Heavy thuds paced down the wooden floor into the kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home!” Kim turned to see Adam dripping with sweat and smiling, reaching for a quick kiss to greet him.

“Dinner’s in fifteen. Go shower, you stink.”

“Want to shower with me?” He wiggled his eyebrows but Kim just laughed and shook her head.

“Showering with you means my cooking was pointless, it’ll burn. Go get ready.” He stuck his tongue out at her before turning to go to the shower, Kim calling after his retreating back. “Mouse told me what Jay said to you by the way!”

Over dinner they had the conversation about just how worrying it was to know about Jay and Mouse. Voight wouldn’t drop the driver. He put the team above all else and Jay was their best chance at a championship. But it was still something the media could use against them. Drivers private lives couldn’t be private. Kim still remembered the moment the year before when she walked in on Darren Ritter in a compromising position, not that she cared. But his team would if it brought bad publicity or meant they lost sponsors. Plus being gay was illegal in some of the countries they travelled to.

All things considered the flight to Bahrain was as relaxed as it could be. A car service picked them up from the apartment building and drove them straight to Nice International. It was through passport control in a few minutes and then onto a private jet where Kim relaxed in awe at the plush leather interior.  The flight to the Gulf nation took six hours. Half of it was spent with Mouse learning how to use the software VR used for data and transmission. The other half was spent curled up with Adam watching a movie. Those moments when travelling were so rare. Kim was normally in premium economy with Sarah, Crockett, and Lolly so here she took full advantage.

Once they landed and had their passports stamped it was easy to get to the hotel they were staying in. Officially they were all paying for their own rooms until the rest of the team arrived on Wednesday, so they could stick to the two drivers rooms only. It was three days of bliss for Kim and Adam. They got to relax until it was time to prepare for Shakir and the blistering heat that awaited them, having dinner with their friends.

She’d prepped at this track twice before and it wasn’t anything new, but her place in the team was new. Where Plouch was run on a shoestring - sponsorships hard to come by for the team that was barely making ends meet - VR had everything she could imagine. She didn’t need to do the pit wall setup, and her headset was there waiting at her place. Even the clothing quality was better. The shirt she wore was completely cotton and light in the desert heat. With her hair pulled back and the headset on she finally felt like people would respect her more than they previously had in the sport. 

Thursday went as well as could be expected. Mouse showed her how to set up for the best view and how he organised his notes. She had her own system anyway but was able to blend the two to optimise. The strategy sessions she’d been in had blown her mind. It wasn’t just her and Kevin trying to come up with strategy and tyre degradation ideas, but there was a team analysing data from previous races to give them more information. Everyone’s contributions were listened to and respected. The rush was nearly intoxicating.

She barely saw Adam on Thursday. The day had been spent in press and a GPDA meeting, and the night involved sponsor events and wining and dining the sponsors. He arrived back to the room in fully branded clothing, shaking his head and wrapping her up in his arms for a cuddle and sleep. But Friday was where everything was really going to count.

As soon as Kim watched Adam drive out of the garage on Friday she knew just how good the team move had been for him. The engine purred as he started his run, twenty cars filing out onto the track in unison.

“Plan A?” He asked over the radio.

“Plan A. Keep an eye out, once you finish your out lap you’ll have Gallo, Capp, and Scott ahead of you so it’ll be dirty air. Stick to the plan.”

“Copy.”

Kim watched the data coming in from the car sensors, the temperatures changing to the points of a degree Celsius that they’d expected and the way the car went through fuel was exactly as they thought. Everything was in the limits they’d expected and she couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life. How could she not enjoy it?

The two practice sessions went by in the blink of an eye, Kim focusing on Adam’s data and where he could shave tenths off his lap times. He’d found almost the perfect racing line and they’d spent time on getting his lines right. Once she got him into clean air during qualifying it would be a sight to behold.

Saturday was a complete blur for her, but with Kim on the radio Adam made it to P3 for his best ever qualifying result. Third place, less than a hundredth of a second away from the front row. Jay was first, and Kelly Severide had made it to P2. Filling out Adam’s row was Ethan Choi. Once the weigh ins and interviews were done Kim watched as the drivers said congratulations to Adam, fans cheering at the sight. It was a cute scene to see.

After the debrief and discussions were over Kim was finally able to leave, exhaustion seeping out of every single one of her pores. The only things she wanted were a hot shower, room service, and bed. But coming out of the motorhome she was stopped by one of the reporters wandering the paddock.

“Kim Burgess, you’re up here with VR because they’re still working out who’s going to pair up the driver of car 21, Adam Ruzek, isn’t that right?” She put on her best media training face.

“Right now we’re seeing who Adam responds to. It’s a new car, new team, so a new engineer might be the right call to make.”

“So it’s not because Hank Voight agrees with Bob Ruzek that, and I’m quoting from Bob after he heard you and Adam speaking during FP3 today, that “Adam needs a firm hand as an engineer, he always did, and a woman isn’t going to be as harsh on him as he needs them to be to get the best out of him.”

Her hackles were raised but Kim kept that same peaceful look on her face, unwilling to give the reporter anymore than she had to.

“Bob can have his own opinions. But Adam and I worked together for more than forty races already, and I helped him get to three podiums and a win. This is a results based business so we’ll see where the results go.”

“Ruzek senior also made some allegations about your personal life, that racing isn’t a place for a woman to live her life. Do you wish to comment on it?” At that Kim fought back the blush threatening to overwhelm her.

“I don’t comment on my personal life. No offence, I think having a coffee with you would be fun, but I can’t see why the world would be interested in my life outside of helping my team win races. Evening!”

With that she waved to the camera and left for the paddock gates immediately. The turnstiles were just too far away for her liking, but she could hear the words repeated around in her head. What the hell had Bob done this time?

It didn’t take long to get on one of the shuttles back to the hotel. As soon as she reached her room she searched Twitter. It was a habit she’d broken nearly as soon as she started working in Formula One, but the verified @kimburgessrace account she had was worth it for checking things like this. Someone had tagged her in a video.

Hearing Bob talk about @kimburgessrace like this is awful. She’s a good engineer. Would he say it if @katwaterdrives was there this week?

The video was of Adam doing a slow lap as close to the racing line as possible. The familiar radio box appeared on the side of the screen.

“Adam, you’re down ten seconds on your last lap but perfect line. Keep the pace.”

“Can I go a little faster?”

“Next lap. Stick to your lines.”

“Copy.”

It moved out to a wide shot of him taking the turns, Bob and Wallace Boden commentating.

“He’s doing really well in that VR car. Still the talented driver we always knew he was, but with a car like that he can show off,” Boden said as the roar of the V6 engine was audible down the straight.

“I’d expect him to be faster. Adam needs a firm hand as an engineer, he always did, and a woman isn’t going to be as harsh on him as he needs you to be to get the best out of him. Voight needs to get Atwater in there permanently with him.”

Bob’s words weren’t unusual, but the venom he delivered them with was worse than usual. Her twitter notifications were busy and she was trending under motorsport. Most of the reactions were in her favour, people calling out Bob’s sexism. One of the videos from Adam’s karting days had started to be shared the same way it always was when Bob was an ass. The grown man was yelling at seven year old Adam after he came third in a race. From some of the stories that Adam had told her it was a normal occurrence. No matter how many years had passed any of those videos being shared always upset Adam, especially now that it was defending Kim.

Her boyfriend hadn’t spoken to his father in over a decade. Sky were under strict instructions that if Bob was the journalist in a media pool Adam would skip them, and the two times they’d sent him in he had. The FIA fines were worth it. The man was still banned from all FIA racing thanks to his race fixing. They didn’t want anything to do with him.

The weekend was full on but she still made time for dinner that Saturday night with Sarah, Crockett, and Lolly. After seeing exactly what Bob had said and the lack of formal response to it she just needed her friends. The now four year old was clingy thanks to not seeing Kim for a week, sitting on her lap as they ate.

“Food?” Lolly asked, pointing at the chicken on Kim’s plate.

“Yup, chicken and rice. Just like on your plate, except yours has hot sauce on it.” The few words Lolly was speaking now always made the adults in the room smile. Sarah and Crockett filled Kim in on the drama at the far end of the pit lane, Roman being Roman again. He’d caused a yellow flag in the second practice after hitting a barrier. Everyone had seen Trudy stalk through the paddock like a woman on a mission so they’d given her the space she needed. But Dawson was settling in ok on the team, his sister hanging out with Sarah when she wasn’t in a meeting. There was rumours Gabby was already being looked at by a couple of other teams for next year too.

Kim took a forkful from the plate in front of her, but it was immediately obvious as soon as her lips closed around the bite that she’d chosen the wrong one. None of them travelled without hot sauce for Lolly. She was a fussy eater, but dousing food in chilli usually got her to eat something. Crockett laughed at Kim’s expression, taking Lolly from her so the woman could gulp down water. She stopped eating after that, but they talked about everything except Bob Ruzek.

When she made it back to the room Kim and Adam didn’t talk about it that night, but it was clear Adam knew how uncomfortable she was about the entire situation. Instead they held onto each other as they slept before Sunday dawned and the race would begin.

Race days were always hectic and even the bigger team with more resources had that level of chaos. Kim squeezed Adam’s fingers before she left the room, determined to keep things together for him. Instead of planning on her own she sat at the strategy briefing, watching for the way Adam was to defend for Jay. If they could get a good start and time stops right there was a chance of a double podium for the team. They could do this.

And it paid off. Jay Halstead stood on the top step of the podium, Mouse to his side accepting the constructors trophy. Adam was there to Jay’s left on the second step and Kim couldn’t be filled with more love for her boyfriend as she watched him spray champagne. The Star Spangled Banner rang around the track thanks to the win, the team celebrating with their own bottles of champagne.

Usually Kim missed the celebration parties. They were normally ragers, the young wealthy drivers buying a lot of alcohol for their friends and coworkers. But this time her team had a 1-2 win and were at the top of the constructors championship. She had to turn up and show her celebration face.

It was loud and busy, hidden in a warehouse thanks to the local laws about alcohol consumption. There was dancing and she had fun, but all she wanted to do was dance with Adam and get to kiss him on the dance floor. The dart of jealousy as she saw Matt Casey’s wife, Sylvie, kiss her husband to congratulate him on third hit her chest hard. The way she saw Evan Hawkins linking hands with his girlfriend who’d flown in for the race. It was a glamorous life. It was glitzy and stylish and filled with travel and luxury. She got to live in a millionaire’s playground in Monaco.

But the loneliness hurt. Before it was easier, Adam didn’t really go to parties so they’d spend Sunday night with their friends or watching YouTube, recovering after the week. On rare occasions they’d even fly home straight after the race to get an extra night in their own beds if they were in Europe or parts of Asia. But that wouldn’t happen with Adam and Jay on the podium and Adam expected to be at these parties now.

Instead Kim took the vodka soda that Mouse offered her, eyes that were troubled with similar thoughts staring at hers. They clinked their glasses and swallowed their drinks in one before going out to the dance floor together, holding onto each other to not get lost.

AN: For those who aren’t used to Formula One, race weekends are generally over four days. Thursday is the final set up day and press day, drivers and team principals will have press conferences those days. Friday is the first driving day, there’s two practice sessions. FP1 is in the morning, FP2 is in the afternoon (usually, if it’s a night race this can change). Saturday has FP3 in the morning, and then afterwards is qualifying. Qualifying involves three sessions - Q1 is the first eighteen minutes, and the slowest five drivers are eliminated. Q2 is the next fifteen minutes, and the following slowest drivers are eliminated. Q3 is last, and that decides what order the top ten will start in. Drivers can change their starting place based on penalties if they’ve changed their cars, used parts they shouldn’t have, or have been given a penalty as a punishment for breaking a rule. 

The FIA is the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile, who are the group who run most single seater motorsports in the world. They control F1.

The GPDA is the Grand Prix Drivers Association, which consists of the drivers who currently drive in Formula One. It’s essentially a drivers trade union. Usually all drivers are members, but they don’t have to be.

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Escape rooms are spaces or buildings designed so that guests are ‘trapped’ in the given room for a certain amount of time - usually an hour. The guests must find clues, solve puzzles and discover hidden objects to unlock their way out of the room before the time runs out. You and your fellow miners arrive for your shifts at the quarry, only to find the head office deserted. Others have left to investigate some unusual activity in the mine, and haven’t been seen since. It’s up to you and your friends to bring them to safety, but the clock is ticking – can you get them out in time?

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[queen-studies]

winter studying challenge

4th of December: What is an unpopular opinion that you have about winter?

Honestly, it's not as cold as people think it is in France when they complain. Also, snow is beautiful and I wish there was more of it.

[sillyrabbit81]

Christmas Songs

Summary: Sometimes Sy feels inadequate and needs your reassurance.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 850

Warnings: Mild angst, implied PTSD, fluff, breastfeeding, implied smut, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy

Authors note: This is for @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate. 🙏

This series will be a set of short (approx. 500 word) drabbles. They will be mostly set in Australia and consist of vignettes of your and Sy’s Christmas’s together. The reader is Australian, but I am still aiming to be as inclusive of race, and size as possible.

Beta read by @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

12 + 1 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Day 7 Christmas Songs

For the last two years you have taken Tilly and Pippa to the Carols by Candlelight in the city. This year, with baby Mitchell being eight months old, you don’t think you can handle taking all three. Sy says you can leave Mitch with him and take the girls like you had been, but you see the look in his eyes, the look like he thinks he’s disappointing you.

You want to reassure him, tell him you don’t think less of him, but you also don’t want to draw attention to it. It’s unspoken in your relationship, not because you don’t want to talk about it, but because he doesn’t. If he didn’t manage to deal with his lingering trauma so well most of the time you would force the issue, but the way he copes with it works well and you don’t want to disturb that. Very large crowds and fireworks are too much for him, probably always will be, and it doesn’t affect your lives very often. If Sy was okay, you were okay, though, you sometimes wish you could do more for him.

So, this year you don’t go, you explain to Tilly and Pippa that Mitch is too little to go but you can watch it on tv. You make it exciting, putting out popcorn, lollies, and chips, and as a family you snuggle up the lounge together. The girls sing and dance and Sy pushes the coffee table out of the way to give them more room.

When it’s time to put them to bed, Sy takes them to their rooms and reads them a story before coming back to the lounge room where you’re giving Mitch his last feed. Sy smiles and runs a finger over Mitch’s soft cheek while he starts to doze, milk drunk and content.

“You really want him to be the last one?” Sy asks. “I never see ya smile like ya are now, ‘cept when you’re breastfeedin’.” You look at him, and his voice drops to a low whisper. “You’re so beautiful, Sugar.”

You smile, shyly, shaking your head. How can he still make you weak with just a few words after all this time? You’re coming up to ten years married and although the moments of pure lust are less frequent, they’re still there, you still want him as much as ever. He wraps his arm around your back and leans his chin on your shoulder. He’s been clingy all day, always wanting to be near you, have his hands on you, not like he usually does, there’s a different need behind his touch. You wonder if he’ll want to talk about it.

“Think the girls still enjoyed the Carols?” Sy asks. He tries to sound casual, like there’s no hidden meaning to his question but you can hear his doubt, his fear of being inadequate.

“You saw them, they loved it.” You bend your arm at your elbow and reach up to his face, letting your fingers sink into his beard. “They just want to be with you, Noah, they don’t care what they’re doing.”

Sy covers your hand with his, kisses your palm and holds it against his cheek again. You scratch softly at his beard, and he lets out a content sigh. It warms your heart that he’s always thinking of the kids, always wanting to do things with them, make things fun even when the dark parts of himself make it difficult.

Mitch finishes feeding, his breathing is strong and regular as he sleeps in your arms. You should put him to bed, but you’re comfortable, and Sy doesn’t seem like he wants to get up yet. You remember the Christmas in July celebrations he took you and the girls to last year and how he wanted to make sure you all had fun, that selfless part of Sy is just one of the things that you love about him. You remember the evenings you and he spent together that week, the long, hard, sweaty love making each night. Sometimes then going to bed and doing it all over again, rougher, and dirtier. You’re sure one of those nights resulted in Mitch, the timing had been right for certain.

You bite your lip and stifle a giggle. Sy hears it and lifts his head. “Whatcha thinkin’, Baby?”

“About when we made this little thing. Do you remember?”

Sy hums. “Makin’ love every night for a week in the snow by the fire. I ‘member that.” He kisses your neck his lips barely brushing your skin and leans into your ear. “I get all worked up, just thinkin’ ‘bout it.”

“Why don’t you stop thinking about it and take me to bed?” You look at him, his eyes are heated, but the softness he’s exuded all day is still there. His brows draw together and raise a little, he sucks on his bottom lip. Sy rests his hand on your neck, his thumb rubs your cheek, he expression serious as he presses his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Sugar.” Sy says with a conviction and an earnestness that you rarely see in him.

“I love you too, Noah.”

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❥ HOW HE CONFESSES

characters ❥ mikey, draken & baji 

tw ❥ the beach, bad driving, mentions of murder and cursing 

cr ❥ requested by anon

a/n ❥ i’ve not read the manga yet :’(

MIKEY 

♥ his love language is shoplifting for you <33

♥ like okay.. in writing it kinda sounds pathetic compared to all the other shit he does but like.. he goes through the effort of personally picking up your favourite snack from the grocery store —instead of getting his toman underling to do it for him — and hiding them under his shirt 

♥ and he thinks about you the whole time he is sprinting away from security 

♥ if that isn’t true love idk what is 

♥ today wasn’t any ol’ day tho, snacks and sweets were going to cut it 

♥ instead, he went for the big shiny rock on a ring he keeps seeing the window of the rock shop on the high street

♥ it was pretty, for a rock, but not pretty enough for anyone in their right mind to think it’s worth £10,000/$14,000/ ¥1,500,000!!!

♥ however, after hearing that price from a salesperson, he knew that stupid rock ring was exactly how he’d win your heart <3 

♥ it was a challenge and it had him working overtime, but after pulling some strings, doing a couple favours, and maybe even inadvertently killing some people (you never know 🤷‍♂️), he managed to get his hands on the pristine stone, which he had come to learn was called a diamond, which was why it was so expensive 

♥ the guy who did him the favour of stealing it initially asked if mikey was planning on proposing and mikey said yes —since asking you out on a date is technically a proposal — and the dude didn’t even question it, he just said good luck

♥ and that sort of energy was exactly what mikey needed right now as he stood behind a wall near your lunch table as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do 

♥ all your friends had left yet you were still sitting there alone since mikey texted you and asked for you to wait behind, and the fact you actually did filled him with hope from the get-go

♥ “(y/n)! there you are!” mikey greeted as if he didn’t know exactly where you were this whole time. why was his heart thumping so harshly in his chest? and why did he suddenly feel overwhelmingly embarrassed? i mean, he’s not done anything worth being awkward about.. yet.

♥ he didn’t understand. he never usually gets this way around people. but then again, he shouldn’t be surprised since he knew you were an exception from the beginning

♥ “hi, mikey.” you hummed, head propped gently on your arm while you slipped your phone away, “why did you want to see me? is something wrong?”

♥ the slight concern he detected in your voice was enough for him to immediately blurt out, “oh, no! nothing like that! everything is great; i am great and i, erm, hope you are too.” he announced, somewhat glad that your only reaction was a blank stare as it meant he doesn’t feel inclined to explain himself 

♥ “so, uh, i was just wonder if you..” he started, clenching his jaw as he mentally reassured himself. the fact that he felt embarrassed about feeling embarrassed made things infinitely harder from him. he took a deep breath, and spilled

♥ “do you want to go out on a date with me sometime?” he basically screamed, squeezing his eyes shut tight and emptying his left pocket onto the table in front of you so that his special gift would accompany his proposal 

♥ he closed his eyes as if that was going to protect him from rejection, but before he was able to silently rebuke himself, he heard faint sobbing from where he dropped his present 

♥ upon opening his eyes, the shock from the sight before him was enough to give him whiplash

♥ in an unfortunate turn of events, he must’ve emptied the wrong pocket because sitting on the table in front of you was not a diamond ring, but rather a sherbet dip he bought to share with you if you said ‘yes’ to his proposal 

♥ and his suspicions were correct, you were the one crying 

♥ ....

♥ waIT WHY ARE YOU CRYING mikey panicked, frantically looking around for someone who might’ve hurt you, or perhaps someone he’d have to send to A&E

♥ “are you okay?”

♥ “yeah.” you whispered, your light chuckle enough to prevent mikey from worrying any more, “i’m just..” you stuttered, smiling fondly at the blonde, “i’m just really happy. i thought you’d never ask.” 

♥ it was impossible for mikey to conceal the sigh of relief he breathed as he slumped down next to you on the bench, “thank god. i thought someone had threatened you or something.”

♥ “threatened me? why would they do that?” you innocently cocked your head to the side, rubbing your eyes as you did so. 

♥ oh, yeah. mikey hadn’t been fully transparent with you about his.. current employment. as far as you knew, he was a full-time student at ‘toman academy’ and he had a part-time job babysitting (which was hardly a lie, in his opinion)

♥ so you didn’t really know about how he was the leader of the tokyo manji gang or any of that

♥ originally he thought it was fine to keep it a secret, but now that you were officially his partner it would be immoral to not let you know about his affiliation with the gang 

♥ so he decided to tell you over a sherbert <33

♥ “so, are we official?” he cooed, ripping the lollypops out of the bag and popping one in his mouth while offering you the other by tapping it against your lips lightly 

♥ “yep.” you smiled, taking the lolly into your mouth with a smile, glad that he didn’t bring up your little waterworks a few second ago 

♥ but in all honesty, he was preoccupied wondering what the most appropriate way to phrase ‘i am the leader of a gang of delinquents’ would be 

♥ poor little mikey brain working on overdrive 

♥ he decided to pull out the ring, since he still had to give that to you, so while you were entranced by the fat gem glistening under the light in mikey’s possession, he began, “so, babe, do you think being a gang leader is hot?”

DRAKEN

♥ he honestly didn’t have a clue how to ask you out

♥ in fact, he didn’t even know that he had a crush on you until mikey pointed out all of his weird behaviours around you 

♥ so his first instinct was to go to mikey for advice when thinking of ways to ask you out 

♥ but the only idea that mf was to get ‘will you go out with me, (y/n)?’ tattooed onto his ‘thick skull’ and ofc draken wasn’t about to do that

♥ although he did consider it for like.. a minute

♥ (he was like.. hmmmm... well, the tattoo guy does owe me a favour so... maybe i could get it for free?)

♥ (or permanent marker might work???)

♥ anyway, he eventually decided to ask you out the good ol’ fashion way!! by just telling you how he feels

♥ however, once he explained this plan to mikey, he was scoffed and said ‘good luck with that’ in the most condescending tone of voice

♥ draken’s initial instinct was to simply beat up mikey and go ask you out anyway, but this conflict ran deeper than just him and mikey bickering about trivial issues- his whole relationship was on the line! 

♥ so after hearing the leader out, he finally decided on the most appropriate way to confess — just like how all the dudes in the animes mikey and him and watched did it 

♥ by giving you flowers and chocolates <3

♥ and mikey even offered to come into the store with draken and help him choose the goods since mikey was a self-proclaimed ‘love-expert’

♥ draken obviously denied his offer but he came along anyway 

♥ “ooh, ken-chin! look at these ones, they’re on sale.” mikey gasped, happily grabbing a pack of heart-shaped chocolates off the shelf, ripping them open and stuffing his face, “and they are delicious too!”

♥ paying no attention to the fact that mikey had essentially already committed a crime since there was no way he intended to pay for those chocolates, draken mused while eyeing up the rest of the sweets, the bouquet of flowers he had already chosen tucked under his arm, “valentine’s day was a week ago, that’s probably why they are on sale.” 

♥ “draken?” 

♥ a familiar voice from the end of the aisle caused draken to avert his gaze from the chocolates displayed in front of him and instead search for the source of the voice, which happened to be you standing innocently with your basket in-hand

♥ “ah, (y/n),” draken tensed, immediately shoving the bouquet of flowers behind his back at hopefully out of your sight as he put on a forced smile to distract from them too, “what a nice surprise seeing you here.”

♥ “hm?” mikey chimed in, unable to vocalise his curiosity through the chocolates stuffed in his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from trying, “is that the (y/n) you were talking about? the one you were going to conf--” 

♥ “that’s enough outta you.” draken hissed through a fake smile, shoving mikey into the next aisle, which happened to be the snack aisle so, entertained, he decided to stay put

♥ “oh, is that your friend mikey?” you inquired, having only ever heard about mikey through rumours up until now. though none of them exactly matched the image you saw just there

♥ “yep, he’s pain sometimes, but he’s still cool.” draken muttered, awkwardly rolling on the balls of his feet as he waited for a deity to save him from this interaction —  not that he didn’t want to talk to you, it’s just that every second you spend with him, the less likely it becomes that his confession will go as planned

♥ and you only confirmed that with your follow-up question

♥ “i see you’ve got flowers, and you’re looking for chocolates. who’s the special someone?” you teased, poking draken’s cheek playfully (which is one of the many things he only finds comfort in when you do it)

♥ “oh, no one.” he hummed, his coy smile doing a number on your heart rate

♥ “how about you? who is that card for?” he inquired casually, gesturing to the classic pink ‘i have something to tell you... <3′ confession card that was only in-stock during valentine’s day season, that was sitting atop the groceries in your basket

♥ a cocky smirk tugged at his lips — as if to say ‘i won’ — while he watched you become increasingly flustered right in front of him. it was adorable

♥ but he thought it would stop there; stop with him winning the teasing battle, you getting all sheepish then leaving but that apparently wasn’t your plan

♥ instead, you lowered your head and outstretched your arms to give him the card (which was still in the wrapping plastic) 

♥ “red-handed. i bought these with you in mind, draken.” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “but if you don’t accept then that’s fine too, have a nic--”

♥ “who said i don’t accept?” draken grumbled, almost as if he was annoyed, as he took your card and examined the card thoroughly for a couple seconds

♥ then suddenly, he froze. the shock of the realisation leaving him stunned to the point where the only thing he could do was shift his eyes from the card on to you and utter in a terrified tone, “this isn’t, uh, this isn’t a confession, is it?”

♥ you shrugged, “i guess, it is.” 

♥ “damn it.” draken cursed, glaring at the snack aisle and hence mikey, for giving him this stupid idea

♥ “is there a problem?” 

♥ “no.” draken said through gritted teeth before pulling out the bouquet his had hidden behind his back, “but i was meant to confess first.”

♥ your jaw dropped, leaving draken concerned for a second until you instantly pulled him in for a tight hug; another thing he admired about you was that you gave hugs like you were in the mafia, strong enough to cut off his airflow

♥ “double confession!” you squealed, absolutely delighted that draken not only wanted to confess to you, but he had the same idea to come to the shop and buy stuff beforehand

♥ “i guess so.” draken chuckled, handing you the bouquet of flower as soon as you pulled away, “these are for you.” 

♥ you gasped, smiling at how he managed to remember your favourite kind of flower after a single off-handed comment you made ages ago, “thank you!” you hugged them to your chest, “have you already paid for them?”

♥ “no.” draken replied simply. “but they are still yours.”

♥ sometimes it slipped your mind that draken was part of a literal gang since.. he just seemed so normal and humble 

♥ but on some other occasions, it was painfully difficult to consider draken anything close to ‘normal’

♥ and one of those moments was when he was trying to convince security he was pregnant with a flower-baby, and when that evidently didn’t work, he just made a run for it with mikey, whose pants pockets were filled with sweets that trailed behind him where ever he ran

BAJI

♥ he didn’t even ponder about how he was supposed to confess to you for over a second

♥ the idea just came to him instantly and he went with it

♥ the only question he asked was ‘how can i show them how badass i am without bragging?’ and he immediately came up with an answer and rolled with it, no questions asked 

♥ and there was no planning or anything done beforehand either, he literally just texted you ‘where are you?’ at like 7PM and when you replied ‘the park’, he hopped on his bike and sped over 

♥ like he didn’t even ask which park.. he just guessed.. but he guessed correctly 

♥ your heart almost stopped as you watched a chunky motorcycle come speeding towards you at such a rate that all you could do was brace for impact and kiss goodbye to your relatively peaceful live

♥  however, at the very last second it swerved around you and came to a halt, allowing the rider to extend his free hand to you, “hop on.”

♥ the voice was all to familiar and you weren’t surprised at all to see baji with his signature ‘i could kill you’ grin plastered on his face 

♥ as your heart rate slowly began to return to normal, you cried, “what do you mean ‘hop on’? you almost ran me over!”

♥ he unclipped his helmet and tossed it to you, “safety first.”

♥ “did you even hear what i just said?” you grumbled, putting on the helmet anyway 

♥ “i think you said something about how excited you are to finally go out with me.” he mused, shuffling forwards slightly to give you more space to sit on behind him, like a true gentleman /s

♥ “no.” you replied simply. 

♥ though you initially had no intention of going anywhere with him, you still found yourself reaching your leg over his bike to take a seat behind him, “where are we going?”

♥ baji shrugged, chuckling slightly as he felt you gently wrap your arms around his hips, “don’t know, but hold on tight.” he warned, revving his engine and taking off without another word

♥ perhaps you were the fool for getting on a motorcycle with baji and letting him take you to an undisclosed location, but you trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t try to drive you off a cliff or put you in danger.. or at least, that is what you hoped

♥ however, if it wasn’t a rival gang that kills you, baji’s driving definitely would

♥ he drives like a madman and left you with no other choice but to cling onto him for dear life, since if you didn’t bury yourself into his side, you’d probably fly off with all sharp turns he does around the other cars/bikes

♥ it was like being taped to the top of a vehicle in mario cart

♥ eyes squeezed shut, you yelled over the harsh blaring of the wind, “slow the fuck down! where are you even taking me?” 

♥ baji was having fun, but he was getting the feeling you weren’t..

♥ usually he doesn’t care about what other think but this was the first time he was taking you out, he didn’t want you to think of him as a maniac driver, or else you might not want to come with him ever again

♥ “if you open your eyes, you’ll see.” he uttered, slowing down slightly so the noises weren’t as harsh 

♥ taking his word for it, you hesitantly pried open one of your eyes and turned your neck so your face was no longer pressed against his shoulder

♥ and honestly, you were glad you did. passed the edge of the road, you had the perfect view of the beach below, the sea gently glistening under the orange sunset 

♥ now that your nose was free from only breathing in baji’s sickeningly strong, wild spice body spray, you finally able to enjoy fresh ocean air 

♥ “the beach.” you mused, smiling down at the completely deserted sandy shore, which looked so beautifully peaceful in contrast to how busy it was when you usually come 

♥ “no shit.” baji chuckled, his eyes remaining glued to road, despite how much he wanted to see your reaction

♥ you let out a defeated sighed, leaning against his back, “but it’s closed.”

♥ baji nodded, “yep, that means we’ve got the whole place to ourselves!”

♥ before you could question what baji meant by that, he steered off the edge of the road and down the steep hillside which led to the beach, though it definitely was not meant to be drove on as there were several warning sign at the side of the road, warning drivers about the hill

♥ “baji, what the fuck?!” you screamed over baji’s amused laughter, similar to the way you’d laugh if you were playing GTA, rather than playing with actual human lives

♥ “isn’t this fun?” he yelled back, enjoying how the wind felt against his skin as he maneuvered his bike down the steep hill 

♥ honestly, you weren’t sure whether you enjoyed it or not, but as soon as the bike came to a smooth landing upon the soft sand of the beach, you found yourself silently wanting to do that again

♥ “well, how was that?” baji asked, immediately hopping off the bike on his own only so he could offer you a hand

♥ accepting his hand, you stepped off the cycle only to notice that your legs were shaking, yet you oddly liked it, “that was.. okay.” you murmured, not wanting to feed his ego but also unable to lie to him.

♥ “great.” he uttered, leaning forward to carefully unclip your helmet for you and sling it over the handle of his bike

♥ “so,” he started, looking around the beach for any stray cops or surveyors, “what do you wanna do?” 

♥ he felt a light tug on his jacket sleeve, causing him to look down and meet your pleading gaze, “do you think we could go out again? some other time, maybe?”

♥ all baji did was laugh, resulting in you become sheepish for a moment, until he wrapped his arms around you picked you up for a hug, “obviously!”

♥ you smiled, your cheeks heating up slightly, “nice!”

♥ “anyway,” he started, placing you back down and dashing off towards the sea, “loser owes me lunch!”

♥ ignoring how he gets lunch either way, you immediately sprinted off behind him, watching as he dramatically fell over a large shell and face-planted into the the sand

♥ being the kind friend you are, you ignored him and continued running towards the water, only for him to grab your ankle and trip you up too

♥ “ha!” that is how he shows affection <3

[blouisparadise]

Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of February. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) The Energy From Your Body | Explicit | 2994 words

Harry and his friends have a popular podcast, for the Valentines Day special they get a bit drunk and talk a bit too comfortably about their friends arses.

It's a good thing Louis doesn't mind it all that much.

2) Zip Your Lip (Like A Padlock) | Explicit | 4151 words

Louis is a brat.

Harry goes to watch him dance.

Can you blame them?

3) I've Loved You Three Summers Now Honey, But I Want 'Em All | Mature | 4216 words

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

4) Reckless Serenade | Explicit | 4466 words

Note: Please note that his is a Girl Direction fic.

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

5) Dancing In The Moonlight | Explicit | 4587 words

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

6) Beauty In Gold | Explicit | 5276 words

Note: This is part 3 of this series.

Louis and Harry finally tie the knot. In more ways than one.

7) One More Taste Of Your Lips Just To Bring Me Back | Explicit | 5469 words

Harry loves Louis, but is it goodbye?

8) The Fourth Month | Not Rated | 6592 words

“Pups?” Louis chuckles, “How many pups do you reckon you’ve put in me?” Louis asks and Harry looks up from his tummy and he smiles.

“I think just one but it would be nice if there were two or three,” Harry smiles as he starts pressing kisses to Louis’ lips again.

“No, I don’t think so. Maybe later on but not all at once, you want to raise a pack of pups the first time I’m pregnant?” Louis asks and Harry laughs.

“Okay maybe not but there will be more pups in the future,” Harry smiles widely, rubbing his hands all over Louis’ bulging belly.

9) Life Seems Unreal, Can We Go Back to Your Place | Not Rated | 7726 words

Indie boy Harry Styles and Existentialist Louis Tomlinson have kinky sex after accepting nothing matters.

10) On The Borderline | Explicit | 8085 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Louis makes his choice.

11) The Alpha Next Door | Explicit | 8152 words

Louis hated Harry because they shared a bedroom wall and he could hear Harry fucking omegas until he was the omega Harry loved to fuck.

12) The Future Is Now | Explicit | 16281 words

The five times Louis follows the fortunes to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him the whole time.

13) Always You | Not Rated | 20282 words

Harry Styles: 16 year old alpha, quaterback of highschool footballteam, outgoing, popular

Louis Tomlinson: 16 year old omega, shy, loves to read, introvert

They are best friends and soulmates.

14) Gave Me No Compasses, Gave Me No Signs | Explicit | 24862 words

Note: The pairing of this fic is Louis/OMC.

Beautiful, smart and wealthy, Louis Tomlinson navigates his way through misguided matches, romantic missteps and the challenges of inner truth -- all to finally realize the love that has been there all along.

15) Lollipop | Explicit | 28851 words

Louis Tomlinson is an omega college student, but on porn sets he's just Lolly Pop. He thinks he's got it all figured out, until Harry Styles shows him there's more to sex than what Louis does on screen.

And much more to him than he cares to admit.

16) Where They Glow | Explicit | 70511 words

Tangled AU where Louis dreams, Harry runs, and the sun prince has been missing for almost nineteen years.

17) Drabbles | Explicit | 127355 words

A collection of Whoknows’ drabbles.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

[shieldofrohan]

Thoughts on Lysa ?

Hello Anon,

Well tbh she reminds me Cersei.

It feels like Martin wrote them very similarly. Or maybe I should say that his approach to these two characters is similar.

Jealous of older/male sibling (Catelyn/Jaime).

Couldn't get the man they wanted (Petyr/Rhaegar) and they ended up with older/abusive men (Jon/Robert).

Daddy issues

Their family don't think good about them that much (All Lannister men/Bryden Tully etc)

Challenging sons (Joffrey/Robin)

You can add more because there is more.

So I would say Lysa also suffers (sometimes even unjustly) author's sexist writing like Cersei does.

Both Cersei and Lysa are women who were used/abused by their fathers first and later they had to suffer their husbands. We know that Robert even r*ped Cersei during their marriage and we also learn that Lysa didn't want to sleep with such an old man like Jon Arryn. So it is safe to say that they had to endure a lot during their marriages.

Martin makes these sufferings quite clear by writing these characters complaining about their marriages which is refreshing to read.

Because we have examples like: Daenerys who fell in love with her abusive/r*pist husband, Sansa who is not allowed to make a bad comment about men who molested her without whitewashing them in next sentence (I beg you to stop it Martin... yes Sansa is a nice girl but enough is enough), Lollys who was r*ped only to give Bronn a larger role in the story, Jeyne whose suffering was all about Theon etc.

So it was refreshing to read these two women talking sh*t about their husbands and seeing how their misfortunes were created by their fathers in the first place. This was some realistic aspect of patriarchal society.

But what bothers me is this: Both Cersei and Lysa are written in a bad light. They are paranoid, awful women who got fat and bitter after their awful marriages.

I mean, these two women are very vocal about their misfortunes and how does author reward them??? By making them fat, ugly, drunk, obsessed, bitter and paranoid. I don't like this.

Another thing that bothers me is: Author made sure that they were "evil" from the beginning. Cersei killed (?) her friend when she was a child and Lysa r*ped Petyr when she was a girl. But their punishments in the end weren't even for these crimes. I mean, Petyr didn't kill Lysa because she r*ped him when he was a boy, he killed her because he didn't need her anymore.

Also I find it interesting that Jon and Petyr are almost the only male characters who suffered sexual assault (by women) in the story but author doesn't examine them either (well Jon questions Wildlings' rape culture but somehow he can't see that he is a victim too -he struggles because of his honor, he doesn't question the consent issue that much- and he ENJOYS the molestation- WTF?). So what was the reason of making Lysa a r*pist?

And I think Martin failed to subvert the trope of older woman is jealous of younger-prettier girl trope with Lysa... But his subverting is better with Cersei in this case.

So in conclusion I would say that I don't like author's cruel take on Lysa. She could have been written better. I wish he hadn't made her a r*pist and I wish she was a protecter for Sansa instead of being the paranoid jealous aunt (imagine Petyr getting rid off her because she was trying to protect her niece from him!!!). Also I wish her family leaving her alone was examined better.

And Martin should let women (and men) be vocal about their traumas in TEXT (not subtext) without making them cartoonishly evil, paranoid, bitter, stupid and ugly.

Thanks for the ask.

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

Trick or Treating with the Little Brothers - SW Coops Fall Fluff and Stuff

Hello! Here with a bullet list for @opaleyedragon‘s Fic-O-Ween! The character universe belongs to the queen herself, @lumosinlove, of course. Without further delay, Happy Spooky Season, enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27113383

·         So Coops visit the Lupin’s for Halloween because Sirius promised Jules he’d take him trick or treating

·         He drags along Regulus, of course because why not?

·         So the boys take their little brothers trick or treating in a nearby subdivision

·         Reg has no idea what to go as but has always wanted to go, but because if the Black’s A+ Parenting ™ (sarcasm), he has never been

·         Jules helps him decide.

·         The little bros go a group costume with Hope and Lyall

·         Wizard of Oz.

·         Jules wants to be the lion, Hope is Dorothy, Lyall is scarecrow…

·         So Reg ends up in silver face paint as the tin man!!!

·         Only a face as cute as Jules could convince him to do it, or so he claims (it’s definitely not because he’s always wanted to go all out for Halloween but never been allowed to or anything sad like that, only happy fluffy thoughts here please)

·         What do Coops goes as, you may ask?

·         Sirius loved Toy Story growing up. He REALLY always wanted to go as Buzz Lightyear. SO he DOES. And makes Re be the cutest darn Woody there ever was, cowboy hat, boots, and all.

·         After Hope gets SO many group photos, they finally head off.

·         BUT not before Sirius gets a selfie with everyone for his Instagram, captioned, “A spooky night with the (future) in-laws feat. Baby bro Reggie (insert heart emoji)

·         They meet up with some of Jules friends and parents

·         Jules leads the charge with Reg in tow

·         Coops lolly-gag behind with all the parents, holding hands and being all cute and stuff, talking with all the parents

·         Some of Jules hockey friend’s hockey parents are doting over Sirius, and not just the moms

·         The dads who came with to help supervise are also in awe

·         One of the dad’s, let’s call him Carl

·         Carl points out a small boy in a princess dress, “Look at that costume”

·         (the princess is Belle, yellow dress and the boy is sporting short brown hair and carrying a book, “because she loves to read, just like me!”

·         Everyone turns to Carl with wide eyes, Sirius challenging him to say some bigoted comment, because that’s usually how this goes.

·         But Carl just says, “They even have a book, how cute. And it’s Beauty and the Beast book!”

·         Everyone lets out the breath they didn’t know they were holding

·         The little Belle with a book, as it turns out, is a hockey fan

·         And the little Belle runs up to Sirius, their parents in tow, and asks “Can I get a picture with y’all?”

·         And Sirius is all of course and Re is all heart eyes and Re offers to take the picture so the parents can be in it

·         But little Belle says, “No, you too! You have to be in the picture! The boyfriend of Captain Sirius Black has to be in the picture too with y’all’s cute matching costumes! I love Toy Story!”

·         Coops just melt, Carl offers to take the picture

·         Remus says, “Ya know, Sirius loves Toy Story too!”

·         Meanwhile, Reg is corralling the kiddos from house to house having a great time and talking hockey with Jules and his buddies.

·         They get SO MUCH candy.

·         When they get back to the Lupin’s, Reg and Jules dump all their candy on the floor and start sorting and trading with each other for stuff they like, getting rid of the stuff they don’t like.

·         Coops definitely sneak up and steal a few pieces from their little bros, but Reg yells, “DIET PLAN” at Sirius

·         Sirius just shrugs and eats another piece

·         “He’s right, you know” Remus says, also eating another piece of chocolate the Jules hands him because he loves his big brother

·         Sirius just deadpans, “look who’s talking” and stares down his boyfriend as he eats another piece.

·         By the time they’re done, there is a pile of candy on the floor that none of them like, which of course is given to Lyall, who will eat any kind of candy and gladly accepts.

·         (Maybe that’s where Remus gets his loves for chocolate from)

·         They watch The Nightmare Before Christmas after dinner while Hope and Lyall do the dishes in the kitchen

·         Jules and Reg still on the floor, mostly awake and paying attention to the movie

·         Sirius lays on top of Remus’ chest, both out cold when Hope and Lyall walk in to catch the last bit of the movie and get all their boys to bed

·         Jules hears them come in and turns to see them, also just noticing his brother and Sirius asleep on the couch.

·         Lyall sits in his recliner, Hope on his lap

·         Jules gets up to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and flick it over the sleeping men on the couch

·         He then returns to his spot on the floor, laying on his stomach and shoulder to shoulder with Regulus

·         They shove each other with their shoulders, jostling around a bit before settling in to finish the movie.

·         By the time the credits roll, all the boys are passed out and Hope and Lyall turn off the TV, cover them in blankets, and head up to bed in their house filled with such love and warmth even on this cold Halloween night.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

The Prank

@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world thanks for tagging me on the 7 sentence WIP tag, this is from a short prequel I’m working on set just before the start of  We Can Be Heroes. That story starts off with the aftermath of the Prank, but I had never actually written the incident itself and have been working on it for a while... let me know if you like it...

  He stares at the tiny footprints, bunched up, close together, a gnawing, burning feeling in his chest. He doesn’t know what it is. Rage, he imagines. Rage is fine, although he hates himself that it matters to him, when Regulus has made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with him. Rage is nothing like caring. Rage is fine, healthy, even. He tosses the map aside and lies there on his bed, wishing he were different. Peter is also lying on his bed own bed, daydreaming, sucking a lemon sherbet lolly, hand flicking through a Quidditch magazine.

“Can you stop making that infernal noise? It’s driving me insane!” he snaps, causing the blond-haired boy to nearly fall off his bed.

“Sorry,” Peter mutters, sounding a bit peeved.

He goes back to licking the sweet, quieter, but no less infuriating.

“Merlin, fuck!” he hisses under his breath.

He knows that Peter can hear him. The licking stops. He heaves a sigh of relief. He’s such an irritable bastard. He’s quite sure one of these days his friends will lose patience with him and kick him out of the Marauders’ dorm. Kick him out of the Marauders, altogether, if he’s not careful.

He’s never been much good at being careful.

He picks up the map again, on a whim, and glares as he sees the footprints still congregated together – Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Evan Rosier, Hugo Avery. What the ever-living fuck does his little brother want with those bastard wankers from his year? What are they doing to him? What lies are they feeding him? He wants to hurl something across the room, shatter the glass window looking idly out over the grounds, the photograph of the Potters, all three of them looking adoringly into each other’s faces and laughing, carefree. Rip Peter’s muggle poster of Farrah bloody Fawcett into shreds. Throw Remus’ chocolate out of the- no, he would never do that to Remus. Remus has enough shit going on in his life, he doesn’t need a pathetic, rich, pureblood, useless little fuck feeling sorry for himself and making his life any more stressful than it already is.

Selfish, useless, pathetic boy, you’ll end up on your own, nobody’s going to want you.

He hates that he can hear his mother’s cold, vicious tone so clearly in his head, see her face as vividly as though he were watching a muggle film, at the most inconvenient times.

Fuck everything.

Apparently, he said that last bit out loud, as James Potter, who has just walked out of their bathroom looks over at him with a slight frown. He’s wearing a white towel around his waist and vigorously towelling his obnoxious hair with another one. It nearly makes him forget how angry he’s supposed to be in favour of teasing his best friend for having such a bird’s nest on his head.

“Alright, Padfoot?” he says, squinting at Sirius because he’s blind and can see jack shit without his “coke” bottle glasses.

“Spiffing,” he says, putting on his best pureblood sneer.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to have any effect on Prongs, who is obviously as stupid as he is visually challenged. He walks over towards Sirius’ bed, casually, and stops right beside him, towering over him.

“What?” he barks, making his voice as rude and offensive as he can.

James stands there, still towelling his hair, unperturbed, not speaking, probably trying to think of a diplomatic way to find out what’s wrong with him.

“Spit it out, Pads,” he says after a beat.

Diplomatic my arse.

“No,” Sirius replies, moving away from James and scowling as his gaze falls back down to the map lying by his side.

“Fuck off,” he adds, in case the idiot hasn’t gotten the message.

James makes a non-committal sound and stays put. He puts on his specs and says nothing. Sirius can’t stand the silence, he knows that James knows this too, that it’s one of James’ favourite tactics to get him to talk and he hates James, hates that can’t cope with the silence, because if he starts talking, he’ll probably tell him everything. And even worse, he might cry. And Sirius has never, ever, not once, in all their years in Hogwarts, ever cried in front of his friends. He may have found himself a disused classroom and cried, after the first time he saw Remus transform and watched him turn back to himself, lying curled up in a ball, hissing with pain when they tried to help him, maintaining he didn’t need any help, that he was fine. But not in front of his mates, never in front of them.

“If you don’t fuck off this instant-“ he growls, his voice trembling so he has to stop mid-sentence.

“Reg, is it?” James says, glancing at the map which he forgot to hide from view.

Fucking hell. He knows from bitter experience that there’s no point trying to beat James when he’s on one of his mother-hen missions.

“Yes, you prick,” he says flatly, folding the map, too late.

James grunts something vague and moves to sit on his bed, opposite SIrius. He’s just come back from a gruelling additional hour of Quidditch practice, which nobody made him do, and he looks healthy and youthful and purposeful and kind. And it annoys seven kinds of shite out of Sirius.

“Mixing with the wrong crowd again?” James says, more a statement than a question.

“Whatever,” Sirius replies, dismissive.

“I’m sorry,” James said, after a pause.

He looks less certain now, his hazel eyes scanning Sirius’ face, wanting to make things better for him. Well, he can’t, Sirius thinking, with vicious smugness. Even the wonderful James Potter can’t solve his problems. Because Sirius himself is his biggest problem.

He laughs. It comes out sounding bitter and too watery for his liking.

“You can’t… if he doesn’t want you to help him, you can’t make him…” James says, running a hand through his hair.

“Never stopped you before,” Sirius says, folding his arms protectively over his chest.

James rolls his eyes at Sirius, but there’s no anger in them.

“Yeah, well, I’m a lost cause,” the messy haired boy replies.

He hates how stubborn, how dogged this boy is. Sometimes he wants to see how far he would have to push him away to lose him altogether.

“I don’t think Reg… I don’t think he’s able to, I don’t think he would be allowed to…” James continues.

“Fucking coward!” Sirius says, wishing he didn’t sound so bloody bothered by it all.

James looks over again, tossing a red t-shirt over his head.

“You’ve got me. I’m your brother now,” James says, quietly, confidently.

Sirius clenches his jaw. He will not cry, Merlin, damn it.

“You’re not my brother, Potter,” he says, derisively, dismissively, coldly.

He watches a flicker of hurt cross James’ face, replaced by something else. He watches as his friend picks up an apple and bites into it, placing a hand behind his head, crossing his long legs.

“I know that,” James says. “But you’re mine.”

[durmstrange]

Muse - Fred Weasley

Hello and Happy Thursday!

Word count: 1,585

The snow that laid on the ground was up around your ankles, which made it slightly difficult for you to wade through it as you and your closest friends made your way towards Hogsmeade on this particularly snowy day.  Your arm was looped through Ginny Weasley’s, who was three years younger than you but just as mature and close as her older brothers, Fred and George.  Fred and George were the same age as you, and ever since the second day of first year, they had been your best friends.  

There was an obvious tension between Fred and yourself, something everyone knew too much about.  Everyone knew of Fred’s undeniable feelings and devotion to you and they also knew of the same feelings you held for him.  Both of you refused to believe it when others insisted about how the other felt.  Even their mother, Molly Weasley constantly pestered Fred as to when he would tell you how he felt.  It was a classic case of skinny love.  Neither of you were particularly shy, but when it came to your feelings, you were both ignorant.  Nonetheless, the two of you showed all the love you held for one another in your own ways.  

As you walked with your arm in Ginny’s, the twins were babbling on about the possible treats and prank items they could produce, with much help, and you smiled at their ideas.  They were creative, to say the least, and you were always so inspired by how they acted and how persistent they were to make their own business.  

Ginny glanced at you with a small smile as you pushed your hair from your eyes.  “They seem to know what they are talking about, don’t you think?”  She asked you as the four of you walked through the gates of Hogsmeade.  

You ducked under a low hanging pine tree branch that was covered in snow.  “To say the least,” you agreed with a small smile playing on your lips.  

George glanced over at the two of you.  “What do you think you two beautiful ladies are discussing on this fine winter day?”  He asked in a cocky voice and moved closer to you, draping his arm around your shoulders.  

Fred moved to Ginny and did the same.  “Yes, what is it you two are discussing without us?”  He pressed further with a smile that made your stomach flutter.  

“Nothing, you ninnies,” Ginny told them and ducked from under Fred’s arm, walking ahead of them.  “Georgie, why don’t you come with me and do some shopping?”  She asked in a amused voice as she glanced back with a wink to George, causing you to slightly panic.  They had obviously planned something.  

George raised his eyebrows and looked to you and Fred.  “That seems like a wondrous idea, Ginerva.  We will be seeing you two later, perhaps?”  George cooed as you came to a stop, sending a burning glare to the two of them.

They ran off like giddy children as you stared at Fred with a flustered expression on your face.  The same amused look as Ginny and George crossed Fred’s face as he took George’s spot and draped his arm around your shoulders.  “Well, it seems as if it is just you and me, love.  Don’t be so heartbroken about it,” Fred laughed and began leading you towards Honeydukes.  

“I am not heartbroken.  I am thrilled to be with you, actually,” you told him in a stubborn voice, causing a wide smile to spread on his face.  

Fred nodded his head.  “That is what I love to hear.”  He opened the door to Honeydukes for you.  You wandered in, admiring all the sweets, as you always did.  You had the biggest sweet tooth and being in Honeydukes was always a temptation to you.  It was flooded with other students from Hogwarts, so you grabbed Fred’s hand as you lead him towards the back of the store.  

“Have you ever had these?” You asked him as you reached up and pulled your favorite lolly down from a higher shelf.  

Fred examined it and shook his head.  “No, I can’t say that I have, but I am sure I will soon,” he flirted openly and gave you a wink, causing you to blush and roll your eyes.  That was one thing that made you feel insecure about Fred: he flirted with everyone and anything.  That was what you saw, at least.  In reality, you were the only one he flirted with, even if you didn’t see it.  

“I suppose we will see,” you flirted back with a wink.  Fred beamed at you as you did this, causing you to roll your eyes.  You did that often, replying in the same manner as him and flirting shamelessly.

A small laugh came from you as you gathered a few more sweets and paying for them as Fred wandered the shop, waiting for you.  “Where to next, Freddie?”  You asked him with your bag clutched in your hand.  

Fred pretended to think for a moment with his finger on his chin, acting out as usual.  “How about the Three Broomsticks?”  He asked enthusiastically, causing you to roll your eyes once more.  

“That works fine for me.”  You nodded to him and he took your hand lightly, leading you through the bustling crowd towards the Three Broomsticks.  His hand in yours was incredibly warm and an oddly comforting feeling.  The contact made your heart flutter.

Once inside, he lead you to a rather secluded booth and ordered two butterbeers quickly.  You watched him closely as he talked to the waitress, remaining playful and kind, just how Fred was.  You took the lolly from your bag and opened it, enjoying it all the same.  

Fred turned his attention to you.  “Have you heard that Sirius Black was spotted not far from here?”  He asked you as he watched your every movement.  

You nodded and frowned.  “It is a terrible feeling to know that he is on the loose.  And poor Harry,” you said softly as the butterbeers arrived rather quickly.  

Fred sipped his immediately.  “Is that your muse?”  He asked you out of the blue.  His face was blank and not amused, which was rather unlike him.  

With an odd look, you tilted your head to the side. “Pardon?”  You asked confusedly.  Muse?  Who could he possibly believe your muse would be, other than him?

“Harry Potter,” Fred answered nonchalantly.  You laughed loudly, and the serious look on his face made you stop immediately.  

You knitted your eyebrows together as you sucked on your lolly.  “You have to be joking?”  You asked and Fred shook his head with an annoyed look on his face.  “Harry Potter is not my muse,” you told Fred sternly and crossed your arms over your chest.  

“Who is then?”  He asked with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.  

You could have choked on your lolly.  Blood rushed to your face and you looked away.  “I have no muse,” you muttered and glanced down at your butterbeer.  

Fred hummed and watched you with a small smirk on his gorgeous features.  “No muse?  Why is it your face grew red, then?”  He challenged you and you shifted.

How were you supposed to tell him that it was true, you had no muse, because the only muse you longed for was sitting in the booth with you.  You looked down at the table and hung your head.  “Who even uses the term ‘muse’?  Can we discuss something else?”  You pleaded and looked away in your flustered state. 

Fred laughed at you, but nodded all the same.  “Suit yourself.  What does that taste like?”  He asked and pointed at your lolly.  

For a split second, the most cunning and evil thought crossed your mind.  Could you do it?  Could you pull it off and make him the flustered one?  Your courage gathered itself up and stood high and mighty as you spoke.  “Would you like to find out?”  You asked him as you tilted your head to the side.  

With wide eyes and a face more red than his hair, Fred’s mouth fell open in the slightest bit as he stared at you.  You took your opportunity and took his bottom lip between both of your own, kissing him steadily and lovingly.  You dropped your lolly onto the table and put your hands on either side of his face, holding him in place.  Within a short second, Fred kissed you back with twice as much passion and force, causing you to pull away with a laugh.  

Fred laughed as well, flustered and red, but smiling wider than you have ever seen.  “Tastes quite good,” he said with a laugh, making you giggle quietly.  

“Thought it would be nice if you experienced it first hand.”  You murmured and sipped you butterbeer as calmly as you could.  

Fred nodded and thought for a moment.  “I don’t think I got a proper tasting, can I try again?”  He asked with a cheeky smile on his lips.  

You rolled your eyes at him and fought the smile on your lips.  “Hm, I’m not so sure.  I don’t want to spoil you, after all.”   

Fred chuckled at your words.  You could tell how truly happy he was and that in itself made you happy.  “Does that mean I can be your muse, then?”  He asked you as his arm wrapped around you protectively, like he always had.  

“You always have been, my dear.”  

[itsarealshitshow]

Stray Kids’ reaction to their best friend randomly admitting their feelings/asking them out

Requested by anon

Pairing: Stray Kids x reader

Warnings: None

Author: Admin Artemis

Bang Chan

“Okay! Okay, my turn to pick the game!” You say after you finish laughing and you calm down. Tonight was game night with Chan, and you never get tired of the never ending laughter. “Let’s play truth of dare.. If you’re up for it.”

“Of course I’m up for it! That sounds like you’re trying to challenge me.” He points out in mock shock. You shake your head, but he beings the game without another comment. “Ok, would you rather lick peanut butter off a stranger’s feet, or lick a lolly pop that fell in dirt.”

“Both disgusting, but I’ll take the lolly pop one, because dirt is dirt.. can’t be any worse than PB & toe jam..” You both laugh at your comment before shivering at the thought. You take a deep breath before asking your choices, and speedily ask ‘Would you rather kiss me or Felix..” 

“Haha, oh definitely you.” He replies, laughing at the thought of kissing one of his best friends. 

“Prove it.” You say, with a smirk tugging at your lips. At this he stops laughing and stares at you in shock. He doesn’t know what to say and stutters a reply. Wide eyes frantically search your face, not knowing what to find. Your laugh knocks him out of his confusion, and he leans forward to kiss you. You freeze, and he freezes, wondering if you were actually serious, but when you kiss back, he smiles into the kiss.

Lee Minho (Lee Know)

“Urgh,” you grunt, falling down once again during your practice, “I can’t seem to get this move right.” 

“Do you need help? Its a jump move, so I can spot you, make sure you don’t fall again.” Minho offers, gently pulling you back to your feet and laughing at your pouty face. He knows you don’t like messing up your choreography, and this particular dance was hard for you to learn. 

“Oh my, yes, thank you, that would be wonderful.” Your pout fades away in a sigh of relief when you hear his offer. You start the music again, and start dancing. Minho has watched you countless times, and knows the parts you struggle with, so he follows along easily and supports you when you need it. 

Your big jump is coming up, you prepare yourself. You concentrate on your steps, and your moves, but Minho’s hands grazes your waist at the wrong moment, distracting you. You misstep, and you prepare for impact with the floor. When you don’t feel the bang, you open your eyes, and breath a sigh of relief when you remember you had a spotter. Minho’s face is inches from your own, and you can feel his warm breath of your face.

“You should kiss me.” You breath out. His eyes go wide, and he drops you the last couple of inches to the floor and he falls backwards.

“Wha-woah-why? What did you say?” He stares at you from his tumbled position on the floor. You repeat your question, and he’s flabbergasted at your forward question. You smile and shrug, before pulling the both of you up off the floor. Now face to face, Minho seems to regain some of his confidence, and leans in, testing the waters. You quickly swing your arms around his neck, pulling him in, and seal your feelings with a kiss. After that, you go back to dancing, and you both work in harmony, permitting you to properly finish your dance.

Seo Changbin

Out on your regular coffee run with Changbin, you notice how many people stare at him as you walk by. A handful of them were even bold enough to come up and ask for his number, which he gladly handed out leaving them with his signature wink and smile. You stood by watching them chat him up, completely ignoring your presence. You quietly comment on it, mentioning how popular he seems to be this morning.

“I mean, of course! Why wouldn’t people look at me? Have you seen me?” He asks, as he strikes some of his favorite ‘bad boy’ poses, making you laugh.

“I mean, can’t argue with that, you do look hot enough to kiss.” He laughs with that, continuing to flex and exaggerate his muscles and overall appearance. He looks up at you, and notices the blush that now cover your cheeks. He pauses, and realizes you were being serious with that statement. You lock eyes, but you quickly look away. You giggle at his poses, when they suddenly become less ‘dark Changbin’ and more ‘baby Changbin’ showing off his more adorable side. His cheeks flush pink as you continue your walk back. Your hand reaches out to his and you see his face go bright pink. You smile and reach up to kiss his cheek and watch his smile grow.

Hwang Hyunjin

Snuggling up on the couch is one of your favorite things to do on a quiet evening. Especially when Hyunjin decides to join. The movie on the screen is a cheesy rom-com, the ones Hyunjin likes to tease you about, but you know that he secretly likes them just as much. Throughout the movie, silence usually fills the air, but when a romantic scene comes on, Hyunjin tries to diffuse the awkwardness by joking about how unrealistic and cheesy these scenes are. You turn around, raising your head from his lap, and give him a disapproving look.

“What,” he asks, “Oh come on, don’t tell me you like these things!”

“I do! And whats wrong with that?” You counter back. “They’re adorable, and sweet, and I always imagine doing that with my significant other.”

“Ohhh, you and what date?” He laughs at that. It’s widely known in your group that you’re the single friend who never dates. 

“Hopefully you, one day.” You mumble, hoping he doesn’t hear, and pout at your lack of relationship. Laughter follows your comment, and you realize it might not have been as quiet as you hoped. 

“You like ME! Ha! That’s funny,” he pauses, and you think he’s going to mock you, “because I like you too.”

Your head whips up to face him, and he smiles at you. You look for any hint that he may be taunting you, but he looks genuinely happy. You smile back and lay your head back down on his lap, reaching to grab his hand. Your fingers interlock, and your faces shine like stars for the rest of the movie.

Han Jisung (Han)

“Hey, um, Han, can I talk to you for a moment?” you say shyly. The boys were very rowdy in the dorm, and Han barely heard the question, until he sees a nervous face looking back at him. He quickly stands up and you lead to another room, where no one was around to disturb them.

“What’s wrong,” Han asks gently, sitting down on a chair, “did something happen? What can I do to help?” y/n’s heart fills with guilt, knowing that if this didn’t end well, Han would be too sweet to loose as a friend, and his refusal would hurt all the more, despite him trying not to be hurtful.

“So.. I’ve been spending a lot of time here, right? With you and the boys. And well.. I don’t know how to put this without putting you in an awkward position, and I don’t want it to be awkward if this doesn’t end well, and then I come back, but I’ve realized something-”

“You have a crush on someone in the dorm.” he interrupts. The disappointment in his eyes is clear, his whole body slouches, “I’m happy for you, who is it?”

“You” His whole body tenses, and it goes dead silent in the room. His eyes look up, to make sure he heard that right. When he sees no doubt, he stands up and takes a step closer, until they’re face to face. He slowly leans in and kisses you. Both faces light up with joy.

“So..” he says, “is this the ending you had in mind?” 

Lee Felix  (Lee Felix or Lee Yongbok)

“Oi Felix, wanna go out?” you ask, finally building up the courage. Felix stays lying on the couch, phone in hand, not looking up at his best friend. 

“Yeah sure, what are you in the mood for? We could order in too. Kinda in a lazy mood, but walking might do me some good, you know, gotta burn off all the calories in gonna get eating-” 

“No, on a date.” 

“On a date,” his curiosity gets the best of him and his head pops up, his eyes go big and round, “with who?” 

“um.. I w-was thinking me..?” you stutter shyly, hoping their friendship wasn’t just completely destroyed by this one question. Felix quickly stands up and hugs y/n, lifting them off their seat, spinning them around before he slowly sets them down. Shock covers both of their faces, but shine bright with smiles.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin quickly rushed past you in the dorm room, and straight into his room. He closed the door softly, trying not to attract the attention of the busy boys in the kitchen. You notice this, and quietly slip away, knocking on the door, waiting for permission to enter. You hear a soft ‘come in’ and open the door to find Seungmin curled up on his bed. He quickly sat up when he saw you, and and wiped his eyes, thinking you couldn’t see his tears. 

“Hey Seungmin, is everything ok?,” you say softly, placing an arm around his shoulder as you sit, “Is there anything I can help with?”

After a long silence, Seungmin laid his head on your shoulder, surprising you. It’s not that Seungmin never touches you, but he’s usually a ray of sunshine, always supportive and positive. Seeing him upset hurt you, and you wanted him to go back to his normal bubbly state. 

“I just feel like I can do more to make people happy. I want to make people smile, but I don’t know if I’m doing a good job.. Am I?”

“Of course you are! You’re the happiest person I know, and no one can frown when you’re around.” You reply, hugging his shoulders, trying to convey how much he means to you.

“You really think so?”

“I definitely mean it. I know for myself, you make me happy everyday. You make me smile, and laugh. And that’s why I like you,” you stare at him, waiting to see his reaction, and when you see his eyes go wide you repeat your confession, “I like you Seungmin, I always have... I think everyone everyone here knows that.”

“I- um, you do? You really do?” Seungmin asks, lost for words. He sits up and stares at you and a smile blooms on his face. You laugh, and nod. He wraps his arms around you and plops a kiss on your cheek. 

Right as he does, the door swings open and the rest of the boys tumble in, tripping and falling over each other, blaming each other for eavesdropping. Seungmin quickly stands up, and ushers them out of the room, but not before you see half of the boys wink in your direction.

Yang Jeongin (I.N.)

You’ve always seen I.N. as the butt end of the boys jokes. He was the baby of the group, and the boys sometimes treated him like he wasn’t a grown adult. You never really thought much of it, you thought it was cute. But you slowly noticed that when people would ruffle his hair, or tell him how young he was, you’d see his shoulders fall, or his face twist in disgust. It was fast, and he’d be back to his normal self. 

One day, he sat you down and straight up asked you if he was dating material. In his head, he was a baby, no one would want to date him because they’d want a more mature person. You’re flabbergasted and never thought that that was why he acted so weirdly when treated as such. 

“I can assure you, you’re perfect dating material. And I know for sure there are many people who would line up to date you,” you state. And before he can argue you continue. “I know I would.”

His eyes go wide and he looks surprised at the words that leave your mouth. He quickly straightens up, trying to look more ‘adult-like’. You laugh at that, and feel him relax when you lean in for a hug.

[queen-studies]

winter studying challenge

2nd of December: What is your favourite thing about winter?

JUMPERS! ALL THE JUMPERS! Getting to wear what I want bc the sun isn't so strong is the highlight of every winter for me.

Notable mentions: Christmas, snow, hot chocolate, darkness, the visible breath leaving your mouth, the food, and more jumpers.