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captainkirkk · 1 year

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please read the tags and warnings before reading.

BNHA

you could have knocked me out with a feather by sahwen

"Your X-rays don’t indicate any fissures or other breaking in the skull,” his handler said as she looked over his file. She always spoke like that, as did his other handlers; the skull. Not his. Because it wasn’t his, when you got right down to it. He was a public figure. He was property. He was real estate.

And he knew what she meant when she said your x-rays don’t indicate any fissures. It meant, you’ve wasted our time. It made him sweat.

Or: Hawks gets bonked. The HPSC is not a hospital.

Stranger Things

Adopt a Jock by @sp0o0kylights

Hellfire adopts Steve during his final year of high school. Pre-Steddie. (Ongoing tumblr fic)

DC (Batfamily)

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

"For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.”

“Then you talk!”

“There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.”

“Then what will slow it down?”

After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time.

“Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.

“You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.”

“The hell do you care anyway?”

“Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!”

“You fucking should."

Marvel

status quo by jilliancares

"So, you’re investigating this not-so-bad-bad-guy, and you’re coming out of his apartment at—" Wade tilts his head to the side, just enough to check his watch “—almost exactly the time you usually start your patrol.”

Peter chews on the inside of his cheek. “Yep,” he decides on.

“And — just to be clear — I definitely shouldn’t unalive this guy instead of the douchebag across the street.”

“Definitely not,” Peter agrees. “No one would like that.”

Wade bangs his head against the fire escape again. “Okay, Webs. This one’s just to gauge if you’re smarter than a fifth grader: how much of that do you think I actually believe?"

Or: Somehow, the components of Peter’s secret identity keep crumbling all around him.

Also: He’s running out of excuses not to tell Wade that he’s in love with him.

9-1-1

Don't You (Forget About Me) by Princessfbi

"Bill, can you tell me your location? I want to send some people to make sure you’re okay. You don’t sound okay.”

“I’m not. But he’s worse off than I am. Shouldn’t you want to help him instead? Wouldn’t you want to know where he is?”

“Who is he?”

“That firefighter I buried underground.”

The long awaited buried alive fic

ATLA

All the Little Things by CSHfic, VSfic

Sokka receives an offer of an arranged marriage from the Northern Water Tribe. On the one hand, accepting would strengthen ties between their tribes. On the other hand, Chief Arnook has suggested Hahn as a potential match, and Hahn sucks. But with the future of the Southern Water Tribe Reconstruction project relying heavily on the good will of the North, Sokka doesn’t know how to say no.

(Katara doesn’t have to deal with this. Katara is dating the Avatar.)

Zuko has a solution. Sokka just wishes he’d realized he was in love with the Fire Lord before he agreed to pretend to date him.

Classroom Lessons by Thisisentertaining

Sokka never would have thought he'd be pretending to be a Fire Nation Colonial Citizen, going to a parent conference about his fake!son who was an airbender, but here he was.

At least life wasn't boring.

Sokka turned on Aang, fake mustache and beard bristling. "Young man, as soon as we get home, you're gonna get the punishment of a lifetime."

The headmaster smirked, smugly, evil-y, Fire Nation-y. "That's what I like to hear. Really Zuko him."

the snakes, and the people that they bite by Serie11

Rai is just a normal guy, really. One of the many guards that patrol the Fire Lord's palace.

Why did it have to be him who got caught up in this assassination attempt?

Finishing Each Other's Sentences by mindbending

fire lilies are red your melancholy mood’s blue still I prefer you

After the war, Sokka starts writing poetry.

She broke your throne by Serie11

Zuko is kidnapped from his afternoon of paperwork by a well intentioned friend. There just so happens to be a festival on in town for them to attend instead of working...

#happy monday everyone!#we've got a big boy round up this week #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #bnha recs #marvel recs #dc recs #stranger things recs #atla recs #911 recs #misc recs

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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Poly!Landoscar where they’re on winter break and reader takes them to her home town which is super snowing, ski/snowboard village type vibe? (I’ve got Colorado in my head for some reason🤣) Maybe she’s got a really big family and they all share a cabin for a holiday in the winter?

Making my way through blurb requests tonight (don't be surprised if this is the only one I end up doing)

Snow. It didn't often snow in England, where Lando spent a lot of his Christmases before he met his partners. It didn't snow where Oscar was from, either.

So, when Y/Ns family invited the boys up to the family cabin in Denver, they jumped at the chance. A snow day was exactly what they needed this Christmas.

With the length of the flight, Y/N, Lando, and Oscar decided it best to spend at least two weeks up there. A week with Y/N's family and a week in the cabin.

During their week in Y/N's home, the three of them shared Y/N childhood bed. It was a squeeze for the three of them, who were used to one of those bigger than normal beds. But it was cosy and comfortable in the cold climate that the boys weren't used to.

Lando and Oscar were like kids out in the snow. Lando threw snowballs as Oscar tried his best to build a snowman (but Lando kept aiming for the snowman, hitting the head off of the body). When Oscar was finish, Y/N came out with a spare hat and scarf. She wrapped it around the snowman, standing back to admire Oscar's work.

On the second week on their holiday, the throuple, along with Y/N's parents, set off for their holiday cabin. Y/N's siblings and families were to meet them their. Her brother and her sister both had families of their own, partners they had married and a gaggle of kids each.

Y/N had warned Lando and Oscar about the gaggle of kids on the drive up. "They are wild, feral demons," she said, driving behind her parents. "Don't let them bully you, okay? Because, you show one sign of weakness, and they'll be on you."

"Should we be scared?" Asked Oscar. When Y/N drove (which wasn't very often, only when they were in the states for insurance reasons), Lando would be in the passenger seat and Oscar would be in the back. If it was Oscar driving, Y/N was beside him and Lando was in the back. And, if it was Lando, Oscar was in the front with him.

"Terrified, more like," Y/N answered as the cabin came into view.

The cabin was a part of one of those skiing villages. It was owned by the entire family, Y/N's parents, aunt and uncles on both sides. They just had to stay coordinated enough to ensure it was being evenly shared.

Y/N parked up beside her parents. "Game plan is we settle in and hit the slopes," she said and pushed open the car door.

The boys grabbed their things from the back of the car. They didn't let Y/N carry anything as she led them into the cabin, following her parents.

When they got inside, Y/N's parents were stood in the foyer. "We've been thinking," said Y/N's mother as the boys set their things down, "that, because there are three of you, you guys should get the master bedroom."

Y/N's brows furrowed. "Are you sure?" She asked them.

With his jaw clenched, Y/N's father nodded his head. "Just remember, we'll be in the room next door," he said, staring past her, at Lando and Oscar.

After they unpacked their things, Y/N took the boys skiing. They started on the easiest slope, since Lando and Oscar didn't have as much skiing experience. They had some, but not a lot.

Once the skiing was done, Y/N took Lando and Oscar to the café in the skiing village. She'd been going there since she was a kid, most of the staff being friends she knew from high school.

After ordering three rounds of hot chocolate, Y/N joined the boys by the window. As she sat down, they were by the window, watching as the snow fell. "This is amazing," Lando muttered as he cupped his hand around his hot chocolate.

***

Y/N's siblings had arrived that evening. It had taken the kids three hours to break Lando and Oscar.

Y/N and her siblings had all been ice skating since they were children. The sisters had played hockey while growing up and now the kids did the same.

As soon as they'd met Lando and Oscar, the kids had been trying their best to get them to take them skating. It didn't matter that they couldn't skate, but it was what the kids wanted. They'd been screaming, jumping up and down on the sofa as they screamed at Lando and Oscar.

And then the boys agreed.

The kids settled down for the night, with the promise of going skating the next day.

The skating... wasn't going well. Lando and Oscar were like bambi on the ice, with the kids skating circles around them. They were tripped up, falling flat on the facing several times.

Y/N's laugher wasn't helping. She stood on the side lines, watching and high fiving the kids as the skated past her.

And then she got onto the rink. "Osc, grab a hold of Lando," she said as she grabbed Lando's hand. Oscar placed his hands on his shoulders as Y/N began skating backwards, pulling them along. She was constantly looking around, keeping an eye on her nieces and nephews.

They managed to trip her up once, with her, Lando and Oscar falling into one pile. But they didn't mind, the three of them erupting into giggles. "Kind of the best snow day ever, right?" She asked and leaned forward to kiss Lando.

She kissed Oscar, too, the kids behind them letting out a series of 'ew's.

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gatitties · 1 year

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Strange friendship

─ Kisaki & Hanma, Peh-yan & Pah-chin, Taiju & South, Shion & Mochizuki x fem!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you have a curious duo as friends

─ Warnings: none

Kisaki & Hanma

─ Being friends with this pair means trouble, whether you get involved directly or indirectly, don't expect to have a quiet life like you've been having up to now.

─ At first Kisaki didn't like you, but Hanma found your attitude amusing, so the first few weeks after you started going out together there were only uncomfortable glances between you and him.

─ Why of all people decided to approach you? It was a mystery beyond that Hamna liked to tease you, you really had nothing to offer them, just your friendship and maybe your house to pass the time.

─ In any case, they liked having a person who wasn't involved with all their macabre plans, or at least not so involved in that world, they appreciated your disinterest sometimes.

─ You made fun of them a lot when you had more confidence because they acted like a married couple, sometimes you just stayed silent looking at them and letting your imagination do things.

"For the fifth time Hanma, we are not going to see Megamind"

"But it's your movie, why don't we see it?"

"Stop comparing me to that damn big head…"

"But you really are a mastermind!"

Kisaki pinched the bridge of his nose, tired of this stupid discussion about which movie to watch or not, the teenager got tired of Hanma's insistence and teasing, now noticing how quiet you had been all this time, his eyes met your lost look but at the same time fixed on both.

“My God… she's doing it again.

"Doing what?"

"She has that stupid look when she looks at us and sets us up as if we were boyfriends."

Hanma chuckled at his friend's words, snapping his fingers in front of you to snap you out of your inner trance, you blinked a few times realizing that now they were both looking at you.

"Why are you standing there? Haven't you picked the movie yet?"

"Choose, I'm not going to see Megamind."

Kisaki sat on the sofa, making the other boy laugh more openly for having upset his friend, you shrugged taking a look at the options you had to see, since they let you choose…

"Treasure planet? We've seen that one before, plus you only see it because you like the protagonist."

"That's the point Hanma, while I fangirl for a non-existent character you two can kiss and all that stuff, I won't pay attention to you."

Peh-yan & Pah-chin

─ Being friends with these two is… curious to say the least, they are the dumbest guys but the best duo you can find.

─ You started going out with them more because their grades were crap and your teacher had asked you to help them since you had decent grades.

─ Honestly they were a 0/10 when it came to studying because they didn't add half a neuron between the two of them and they made you lose patience, but in terms of friendship they were a round 10/10.

─ Lots of random outings at any time, even in the middle of the night, just grab a jacket, they'll put you on their motorcycles for a ride or whatever you want.

─ Scary dog privilege.

─ They have you put on an altar for the simple fact of giving some coherence to their stupid actions.

─ Without a doubt the best huggers, they also really like your hugs.

You rubbed your tired eyes, the letters from your textbook taxing your vision even when you closed your eyes, you shouldn't be studying so late at night but it was an important exam and you didn't study as much as you'd like. You decided to take a little break, drink some water, maybe get some snacks but a tapping on your window threw your plans overboard.

"It's too late for both of you to be here" you murmured, opening the window "You should be resting for the exam tomorrow."

"There's an exam tomorrow!?"

You silenced Peh-yan for his scream, he apologized in a whisper and Pah-chin simply shrugged raising his hand for you to take.

“We weren't going to pass anyway."

You rolled your eyes at your friend's carefree laughter, you bit your lip thinking for a moment, a break wouldn't hurt you right now, looking at your notes for the last time, you accepted the hand that Pah offered you.

"A quick getaway and you leave me at home, okay?"

"Deal, come on, there's a 24 store near here, let's have a race Pah-chin!"

"Prepare to bite the dust Peh-yan."

You said as you got on Pah's bike that he accelerated taking advantage, you enjoyed the company of your two favorite idiots one of many nights.

Taiju & South

─ How these two are friends is already a mystery in itself, just think that they have some kind of alliance for an unknown purpose.

─ Since you got involved with them it was by accident, they helped you with some guys who broke into the store where you worked part-time while you were studying.

─ They were quite loyal to that convenience store so they saw you a lot working there, you were kind to them beyond the cordial treatment towards the customer of course.

─ Definitely scary dog privilege.

─ They scare away almost all the customers that make you feel uncomfortable, you always scold them for that because they are still customers and you can't just kick them out.

─ No matter your height, you will look like a dwarf next to them and they will take advantage of that to make fun of you from time to time.

"Really, I'm going to get fired because of you, you can't just scare people like that."

"It was clear that he had bad intentions, you are so naive that you don't notice it."

South leaned against the counter, watching as you rolled your eyes and continued to do some of your homework. Taiju tossed some money to your side, nibbling on the snack he had chosen, joining the conversation.

"At least you should be grateful, we are acting as bouncers for free."

You pursed your lips, raising an eyebrow looking at the two with a blank expression, you closed your books, letting out a sigh.

"Sure, isn't it because you just like to intimidate people?"

They both looked at you with an innocent smile, even seeming offended by your comment, as if you hadn't seen them break the nose of a guy who accidentally scared you because you were distracted putting up some shelves.

"Honestly I still don't understand how you don't get away from us."

South looked at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how you adopted a pensive pose, you gave them one last look when you saw that your coworker arrived to change the shift, before going to the back of the premises to change, you answered.

"You have only helped me up to this point, why should I stay away from my friends?"

My bois don't have gifs yet :'(

Shion & Mochizuki

─ You broke your leg and put you in the same hospital room where they were after receiving a beating.

─ Even if they didn't want to, there was nothing else to do there to pass the time so the three of you found yourselves talking a lot.

─ They found your presence pleasant and you liked listening to them talk about their little battles.

─ So you all shared phone numbers and you usually go out from time to time, as long as they're not busy with some gang shit.

─ They try not to get you into those problems because they wouldn't like to mix you with that kind of people, despite the fact that both are aggressive there are people worse than them with whom they don't want you to get involved.

─ Many memes and spam in the group chat.

─ In general, they are a good duo of friends who can cheer you up on a bad day.

You were wallowing in your own misery seeing how many things you had to do today, from school work to chores that your mother had asked you to do, you ended up mentally and physically exhausted. You looked at your phone when you heard the 'ping' coming from it, smiling a little when you saw the message.

BROken bones trio

[Mochi☺] Yo

[Mochi☺] Shion and i had thought about going out this afternoon, getting some snacks or going to the arcade

[You]danm… i'm too tired, maybe another day?

[Shiuun] don't be a lazy bitch

[Shiuun] it's been a long time since we went out together

[You]you little shit-

[You]i can't move a single muscle, why don't we spend the afternoon at my house?

[You]i rented a new fighting game btw

[Shiuun] now we're understanding each other!

[Mochi☺] 10 min, is there anything you need? we're going through a store before

[You] nah but tnks, my father made some sandwiches before <33

You left your cell phone, tidying up your room a bit and placing the console controls to be able to play, the boys didn't take long to arrive and offer you their company and their anger for losing against you, now Shion had to buy you a new controller for throwing it against the wall.

"I don't understand how you can beat us so easily."

Mochi frowned putting the remote on the floor after you kicked his ass again, you shrugged turning off the TV, throwing yourself on your bed to make yourself more comfortable.

"I play most of the time, it's normal that I beat you, it's like if I started fighting with you in real life, I would lose immediately."

"Yeah, definitely you couldn't with any of us even with years of practice in some martial art."

You rolled your eyes at Madarame's words, throwing a cushion at him, a big mistake on your part because it was the antecedent of a pillow fight from which you didn't come out well, two against one was not fair but for them you deserved it for ridiculing them in the video game.

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stargazer-sims · 3 months

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The Rumour Mill

Caroline: Nora! We're a week and a half into the school year, and this is the first we've seen of you. Where have you been?

Camellia: For that matter, where were you all summer? I mean, not that me and Forest and Caroline particularly wanted to hang out with you every single day or whatever, but... you know. We were still concerned.

Nora: My parents made me get a job, so I was working at a summer camp in Granite Falls.

Caroline: No, you weren't. Camellia and I were at Llama Scout camp in August, and I know for a fact that the scout camp is the only organized summer camp up there.

Nora: Pfft... Llama Scouts. That's so lame.

Caroline: It is not!

Camellia: Yeah. We're going to be assistant scout leaders for the Little Llamas after we turn eighteen. Right, Caroline?

Caroline: Right.

Nora: Anyway, what I did this summer is none of your business.

Camellia: Fine, but whatever it really was, it obviously couldn't have been something as physically active as summer camp.

Nora: What are you talking about?

Camellia: Well, not to state the obvious or anything, but your belly is kinda falling out the top of those shorts. It’s not a good look.

Caroline: You're probably going to get dress coded for that, actually.

Nora: Why do you care?

Camellia: We're not total jerks. We don't want you to get detention. Maybe you can borrow a hoodie from one of the boys. It'll cover up your bump and, uh... also that stain on your top.

Nora: It's not a bump.

Camellia: What else would you call it? I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're pregnant, 'cause that's kinda what it looks like.

Nora: So what if that’s how it looks? My body, my business.

Caroline: Nora, you're not really pregnant are you? Is it from the boy I overheard Victor and Aunt Ellie talking about? You know that's totally going to ruin your future.

Camellia: Hang on... Nora, you met a boy? When did this happen? I guess that'd make the pregnancy make sense, wouldn't it?

Nora: Shut up! I'm not pregnant! And even if I was, why would the two of you need to know? Plus, you don't give a crap about my future, Caroline. You don't even like me. And anyway, he's not a boy. He's a man, which is something you wouldn't know anything about. Your stupid little boyfriend probably hasn't even worked up the nerve to kiss you yet.

Caroline: Forest isn't stupid. Don't talk about him like that.

Camellia: You know what I think? Methinks the lady does protest too much.

Caroline: Like... Shakespeare?

Camellia: Exactly. Like, you wouldn't deny it that hard if it wasn't true.

Caroline: Nora, if you're pregnant, you need to tell your parents. Aunt Ellie and Uncle Leo would—

Nora: They wouldn't do anything. They don't give a crap about me either. They're too busy making a big deal of my brother. You know, in between rounds of trying to self-destruct their marriage.

Caroline: Parents have problems sometimes. That doesn't mean they don't love you or care about you.

Nora: Oh, like you'd know. What's the biggest problem your parents have? When dumbass Uncle Victor can't remember where he put his shoes again, or when Uncle Yuri is late for his manicure?

Caroline: That's mean, and it's not true.

Nora: Your parents are so fairytale, it’s disgusting. I hate how perfect your life is.

Caroline: Hate all you want, but you have no idea what goes on at our house. We have problems you don’t know anything about, but even when stuff is really bad, I know Victor and Yuri still love me, and they'd still support me even if I made a really bad choice like getting pregnant before I graduate high school.

Nora: For the last time, I'm not pregnant! Now, if you guys are done harassing me, I have to get to class.

Camellia: Would your parents really support you if you got pregnant? 'Cause my dads would lose it if that happened to me. Like, I slept with Hayden for the first time this summer, and afterwards we both freaked out because it was kinda spontaneous and we didn't use protection.

Caroline: I didn't say Victor and Yuri wouldn't lose it. They totally would, but they'd still support me. We always support each other, and I don't think that'd change. But more important point here, you and Hayden... did it? I didn't know you were even allowed to date. If Forest isn't, how come you are?

Camellia: That's the thing. We're not allowed to date. Can you keep a secret?

Caroline: Of course. You know I keep all your secrets.

Camellia: Well, I was babysitting at a neighbour's house, and I texted Hayden to come over. We did it after I put the baby in bed.

Caroline: Was it... good?

Camellia: Honestly? Not really. Right at the end if felt amazing, but when he was, you know… inside me, it hurt a little at first and it was... I don't know. Really awkward. And the scare afterwards was totally not worth it.

Caroline: So, do you think Forest and I shouldn't do it?

Camellia: I don't know. I guess you should talk it over with Forest and like, plan it out. Use protection, and maybe don't do it on the sofa in somebody else's living room. At least we had the sense to put down a couple of blankets, but I would rather not have had to do laundry at my babysitting job, and... yeah.

Caroline: What are you and Hayden going to do now?

Camellia: We're gonna try to hold off until we graduate, or at least until I turn eighteen in January. And we're definitely going to be safe. Hayden and I both want to go to university, and I'm not about to risk messing up his chances, not to mention my own.

Caroline: If Forest and I do it, we're absolutely going to use protection. I don't know if I want to go to university yet, but I don't really want to be a mom either. Not now, when I’m still in school. That'd be the worst thing ever.

Camellia: Personally, I think the worst thing ever would be getting pregnant and then realizing you have to handle everything on your own. At least if it happened to one of us, our families would take care of us even if they weren't thrilled about the situation. Like, do you think Nora's parents really don't care?

Caroline: They care, and Nora is lying when she says Aunt Ellie wouldn't support her.

Camellia: Do you think she's really pregnant?

Caroline: I don't know.

Camellia: I guess time will tell, yeah? And speaking of time, we should probably get to class.

Caroline: Yeah.

Camellia: Wow, we’re somehow still early.

Caroline: Or the teacher is late.

Camellia: Okay, since we’ve got a minute, tell me what you know about this boy Nora met.

Caroline: I don’t know a lot. I think she met him right at the end of last school year. All I know is, I don't think Aunt Ellie was too pleased about it. I heard her complaining to Victor that she can't control Nora any more.

Camellia: Our parents don't control us. Not since we were really little kids who didn't know anything.

Caroline: Neither do mine. Yuri and Victor always say part of growing up is learning to make your own choices. They don't have to control me. They ask me to do stuff, and I usually make the choice to do what they ask. I think, if somebody's parents have to control them, it means they don't know how to think for themselves and make good choices.

Camellia: Or their parents don't trust them to think and make good choices.

Caroline: I can't imagine my parents not trusting me. That'd be horrible.

Camellia: Yeah. I'm glad my parents trust me.

Caroline: It's much better that way.

Camellia: So, here's something I want to know. If you found out about Nora meeting a guy back in the spring or whatever, how come you didn't tell me and Forest? You didn't tell Forest, did you?

Caroline: I didn't tell anybody, mostly because that one conversation was the first and last I heard about him. I didn't even get his name or how old he is or anything.

Camellia: Obviously he's older than us.

Caroline: Why do you think that?

Camellia: 'Cause she said he's a man. I think we're all realistic enough not to call guys our age men. Like, I don't call Hayden a man and I don't think he expects me to, but I think an older guy would be insulted if you called him a boy.

Caroline: Good logic. I wonder how much older he is?

Camellia: Let's keep our ears and eyes open, and maybe we'll find out.

Caroline: Definitely.

#ts4 #sims 4 #willow creek #willow creek high school #Caroline Okamoto-Nelson #Camellia Abbottsford #Leonora DeLuca #tw pregnancy mention #tw sex mention #stargazersims

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morallyinept · 6 months

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HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

Howdy y'all! How have you been this week?

My week, despite flying by, has been so busy! But now I have a whole 10 days off of work - wahoo!

Aaannnd, its a certain someone's birthday on the 29th, 😏 so stay tuned for a lil' somethin' somethin' to celebrate. 🎈

Okay Jack, you ready to crack that whip, cowboy? Yee-haw! 🤠

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Chapter 4 of Five Days - I am so thankful for everyone's comments, re-blogs and general feedback on this story. It warms my heart to know you're all excited for each chapter as it drops.

H I M - A Marcus Pike one shot. My submission into the Pike Puddle and I gotta say, I have a few more delicious ideas brewing around in the ol' noggin for this handsome Agent. 🥰

My Protector - A Joel Miller GIFLET

Sent a hug from Frankie, Marucs Pike & Javi G to @avastrasposts on the first day of her new job. Hope it well, lovely! I am sure you smashed it!🖤

This week's Self Care With Dieter & Jett focused on identifying the signs of oncoming depression. Poor Dieter was sick from the rollercoasters.... and I spoke about everyone being welcome at Jett's place too this week.

Tuesday saw the first release of a new weekly feature called Jett's Writer Wow, where I'll feature a writer each week in the fandom who I think you'll fall in love with. Debuting on the first feature was the lovely El, otherwise known as @secretelephanttattoo and you can check that post out here with links to my favourite works of hers, and her full masterlist. Go give her a follow and show her some love. She is absolutely amazing and so creative. 🖤

☆ Things I'm currently working on

So much! Just know that there's a whole bunch of GIFLETS, one shots and further chapters of Five Days being queued up.

I also have another series I've been working on in the background ready for when Five Days wraps up (although, we've a while to go yet). It features a different Pedro Boy...

☆ Things I've read this week

I've updated my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week with so many new stories that I can't wait to sink my teeth into now that I've got some vacation time.

Admittedly my reading dropped off this week due to a busy work week. But I'm excited to catch up on all your works.

Shout out to lovely @chronically-ghosted who recommended my fic rec lists this week. Thanks to the anon who recommended my work to sweet @planet-marz1 to read, and also to the awesome @suzdin who wrote this awesome Javi P drabble inspired by the concept of my GIFLETS. And a big thank you to @elvinaa who was inspired to start her own Writer Wow.

I am so humbled and grateful that you've been inspired by me in any way. I love how sharing and loving this community is. People supporting and shouting for one another, and it's just divine. Really feeling the love.

I did squeeze in a couple of amazing fics on my lunch breaks this week:

Joel Is Such A Sap After Sex by @inklore A lovely, smutty drabble that left me wanting more of some sappy, post-coital Joel.

Scar Tissue by @wannab-urs The next instalment of her fantastic Dave York series Starving Season. Honestly, you need to read this - all of it. Stop looking at me and go and read it. You can come back to this weekly whip round after. Go on, shoo.

Very much enjoying reading @for-a-longlongtime's Pena & Rockford WIP and I can't wait to read the finished thing. I just know this is going to be legendary!

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Finally watched Strange Way Of Life! Oh my gosh, I am totally in love with Silva 😍 (ssh, don't tell Ezra!). What an amazing little film. You can read a full review of my thoughts on it here.

Earworms this week:

Mostly work, it's been a real busy week for me wrapping up things before my vacation (I am now off until the 31st - woo!), so admittedly it's been difficult for me to write and post as much as I've wanted to, but now I have a week off planned with some hiking, some writing and a whole bunch of R&R. 🧘‍♀️

👆🏻This is a great song to workout to, if like me, your workout playlist consists of nothing but headbanging, screechy metalcore... 🤘🏻

I'm a big fan of Depeche Mode, have been since my mom played them on repeat constantly, when growing up. This is probably my fav Depeche Mode song.

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that wraps it up for this week, lovelies. Thanks so much to everyone who sent Asks and DM's. And it's been real fun joining in on Discord with some of you too! 🤘🏻

Until next week, this is Jett & Jack cracking the whip on this week's whip round.

Stay kind & stay creamy 🖤

🖤

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 4 months

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Helpless part 13 (Hello I hope someone is listening)

"Morning Death boy."

"What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock I the morning."

"Goodnight Giraffe."

"Get up, we're getting breakfast."

"Let me sleep."

"Nope." Nico was refusing to get up so Will decided to do the only logical thing and pick him up.

"Put me down Solace."

"Don't think I will Death breath."

"That's a new one."

"Thought of it on the spot."

"Good for you Sunshine, now put me down."

"Not a fan of that idea." Will ran, carrying a very pissed Nico. "Hey Percy."

"Hi Will, should I ask why you're carrying Nico and also how you haven't gotten murdered yet?"

"Well he wouldn't get up so it was to only logical solution."

"Fuck you." Nico muttered,

"I wish you luck on not getting murdered."

"You know I could just shadow travel away?"

"No you quite literally can not, it would kill you."

"Great."

"Neeks."

"Do you have a death wish Will?"

"He's harmless."

"I have killed people William."

"I can confirm this, I was nearly a victim."

"Let's not forget you also tired to kill me."

"Why are you two trying to kill each other?"

"We don't talk about that."

"He's annoying as fuck." Percy and Nico said at the same time, locking eyes with each other, leading to a mildly concerned Will.

"Okay.... I'm going to pretend this never happen." Will placed Nico on the floor.

"Finally."

"Di Angelo, me and Jason-"

"-Jason and I."

"Not you to, same thing. We have decided to kidnap you, you're finally joining us on the big three table."

"Why exactly?"

"You'll get lonely."

"I'm perfectly fine being alone."

"Too bad, sucks for you."

"Stronzo." Nico muttered under his breath before waking off to join Jason, Percy went to follow him but Will pulled him back.

"Make sure he eats three full meals a day, shove it down his throat if you have to. I'm not joking, if he's refusing to eat or drink hold him down and make sure he eats for the next few months. I don't know how he's still alive at this point."

"I'll make sure he eats; mate you alright? Your eyes are bloodshot, when's the last time you slept?"

"A few days ago, I'm fine."

"A few days?! Mate, you need to sleep."

"I'll survive, pure chaos in the infirmary. Oh, don't tell Nico this but, you know how Aphrodite kids can speak French because it's the language of love? I can speak Itallian because it's the language of music, so if you were wondering, when he walked off he called you an asshole."

"Eh, not surprising. I'll catch you around Will."

"Yeah see you round." Willl walked off to join his siblings at the Apollo table.

***

"Don't think we didn't hear that, you're taking today off and no night watch until Tuesday." Kayla said pulling Will down and shoving a piece of toast in his hand, "And you're eating breakfast today, you've skipped it for a week."

"I've been busy."

"Would you like me to show you a list of every single person you've told to stop skipping meals? Let me start the list, Nico, Selina, Leo, Beckendorf, Annabeth, Michael-"

"Okay, okay you win. But I can't take the day off-"

"Not optional, go pine over Nico for the day or something. Maybe even, you know, sleep? Can't remember the last time you did that, more than a week."

"Oh shut up."

"Actually, I have a great idea." Austin interrupted, "Go talk to Cecil and Lou Ellen, they tired to kidnap you many, many times."

"Shit, yeah I should probably go talk to them." Will tried to get up but was held down by his younger siblings,

"Not so fast, you're still eating breakfast." After being force fed three full plates and swearing on the river of Styx that he would get eight hours of sleep that night he was finally allowed to leave.

***

"Finally, we missed you. We've been waiting for you to get off work for the past week." Lou Ellen said punching him in the arm.

"I should probably tell my siblings the kidnapping's off..."

"The what?!"

"Well me and Cecil tried, but Kayla found out we were coming and stopped us."

"So then I thought if I got the rest of the Hermes kids in on it they couldn't stop all of us."

"Of course you did."

"Well you're always in the infirmary."

"I've been busy for a few days, that's all."

"Well I know you haven't slept properly for the last eight days, and that you always insist on taking night watch."

"And anything difficult, and Nico."

"So? I'm fine, just busy."

"You're overworking."

"No I'm not."

"Will when was the last time you took a break?"

"Last year, Michael and Lee's funeral, I took half a day off."

"You can't do that to yourself."

"I can't let Kayla and Austin burn themselves out."

"Gods, I can't do this right now. I'm going to trust your siblings to talk some sense into you; want to go steal something?"

"I'm down, we just need to be back by three. In time for the thing." Lou Ellen smirked,

"Ohh rightttt."

"What did you do?!"

"You'll find out Sun boy."

"I'm scared."

"You should be."

***

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I wonder, if nobody is listening to my voice. Am I making any sound at all?

I hope you're prepared for what's coming soon.

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1016 Week 2023 - The Round-Up (Part 1)

Hi fellow Piarlies, and happy holidays!! ❤️ Whatever you're celebrating IRL, we'd like to invite one and all to come celebrate Piarles with us here on Tumblr! 💙 Today, on the 26th (AKA, the 10+16th) we are celebrating our beloved squid boys by posting the final round-up of all content created for 1016 Week 2023.

One of our favourite things about fanweeks and fandom events is how they can bring together a whole group of people to create something amazing together. And in this fanweek, we certainly did that - with Piarlies from all corners of the fandom working together, we created more than fifty new pieces of Piarles content! 😍👏❤️💙Once again, we would just like to say the BIGGEST thank-you to everyone who participated and made this possible - you guys made this event succeed beyond our wildest dreams, and we truly can't thank you all enough for it <333

Please enjoy the official masterpost of all the 1016 Week 2023! Don't forget to give our wonderful creators some love in the form of reblogs, replies, kudos, comments and bookmarks ❤️ (P.S. - this post coincides very nicely with the timing of 2023's Just Leave A Comment Fest, so if you're interested in taking part in that wonderful event, and you've been looking for somewhere to start... why not with some of our amazing fics here? 😉💙)

Below the cut is Part 1 of our official round-up: you can find Part 2 here ❤️💙

Day 1 - Monza

Monza + Montreal embroidery by @gaslybottoms [cross-stitch]

you're my guiding lightning strike by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Pierre finds out the soulmate bracelet he's worn since he was 14 has been coded to the wrong person's DNA. He gets the right bracelet. (A Piarles soulmate AU)

all roads lead back to Monza ♥ by @brasiliangp [edit]

I Will Never Ask You For Anything (Except a Dream) by @espithewarlock [fic]

Monza is the one race a year where they are allowed to have each other. They do not talk about it the next day.

we've got our whole lives (no ending this in sight) by @duquesademiel and @chaesonghwas [fic]

On the night of their ninth anniversary, Charles and Pierre travel to Monza together.

sanctuary by @fenesacha [fic]

From the comfort of their shared bed, Pierre watches Charles lean over the railing of the balcony and reach out to the screaming fans below.

monza-themed web weaving by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

holy ground by @your-littlesecret [fic]

Charles can’t really pinpoint where Monza became their place. It might have started with one or another fan post and they just took it to their hearts. Or: Even with all the changes through the years, Monza will always be their place.

Day 2 - Social Media

we were meant to be as one by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Pierre & the librarian with a secret Tumblr account.

crushing down like waves on the sand by @your-littlesecret [fic]

There’s nothing that could explain the change in feelings, but if Charles thinks about it… if he really thinks about it, there’s nothing really new there.

seven rings by @duquesademiel [fic/edit]

With You Around Me It’s Just So Easy To Be In Love by @espithewarlock [fic]

Their relationship was no secret. They posted about it everywhere on social media. Nobody believed it.

Scuderia Ferrari social media admin AU by @effervescentdragon [fic]

"Mr. Gasly. You have an impressive portfolio, and your CV is one of the best I've seen. What I want to know is, what will you bring to this job? What is the thing that distinguishes you from all the other candidates for this job?"

Piarles + social media AUs by @brasiliangp [edit]

plug me in by @fenesacha [fic]

After a long race, Pierre logs into Twitch and clicks on Charles' stream.

you and me would be (a big conversation) by @chaesonghwas [fic/edit]

When the media pairs up Pierre with Esteban of all people, Charles steps in to help. It doesn't quite go as planned.

social media-themed web weaving by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

Day 3 - Blasphemy

maybe i don't want heaven by @chaesonghwas, @duquesademiel and @wolfiemcwolferson [fic + playlist]

Pierre kneels thrice: once in front of God and twice in front of Charles.

pulvis et umbra sumus by @your-littlesecret [fic + moodboard]

Great disrespect shown to something Holy. The action or offence of speaking sacrilegiously about sacred things; profane talk. And what could be a greater disrespect than Pierre and his demonic blood, loving Charles, an angel in essence?

Take Me by the Hand Before I Come Undone by @espithewarlock [fic]

Pierre believed in what he could see, hear, feel, experience with his own senses. He worshiped exclusively at the altar of Charles Leclerc.

piarles + take me to church by @singsweetmelodies [edit]

a well loved bicycle by @fenesacha [fic]

Pierre turns around one last time before he begins to pedal away. There is a boy standing at the fence, slightly shorter than him and Esteban. His fringe, light-brown and soft, is being blown into his eyes, but he doesn’t flinch, even as the freezing rain starts to fall. Pierre never saw or heard him approach.

blasphemy-themed web weaving by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

blasphemy embroidery by @gaslybottoms [embroidery]

Day 4 - Free Day

crochet calamars by @gaslybottoms [crochet]

I hunger for you only by @wolfiemcwolferson [fic]

Charles has a request.

i wanna be a good boy, i wanna be your sex toy by @your-littlesecret [fic]

“I think we should make a bet.” Pierre hums, looking into his eyes. “Not a bet. A reward. Whoever has the first win this year-” Charles smiles deviously, like he’s just thought of the perfect reward. “Whoever wins first gets a ‘free use’ day of the other.” Pierre frowns, “A- free use day?” “Yes. A day where you can do whatever you want with me. Or me with you. Whatever.”

Coloring Outside the Lines by @espithewarlock [fic]

One male profile did catch his eye, a deceptively simple CharlesL16 username hiding exactly what he was looking for. Half the photos were perfectly innocent. Curled up on the couch in a comfortable sweater, sweaty and flexing at the gym, angled shots of him playing the piano, and more that made him look domestic and cozy. There was always a twist, though, and Pierre was instantly hooked. He found himself creating an account and subscribing almost unconsciously.

(i watched it) begin again by @chaesonghwas [fic]

When Juliette is 6 years old, they decide on taking her to Monza. She loves it.

ringing, it's too early by @duquesademiel [fic]

Pierre can't sleep. Charles can't wake up. They might fight about it, but in the end, they love each other more.

how d'ya like them apples by @fenesacha [fic]

Wearing one of these hands on each of your hands at all times, communicate to your teammate the names of these films. You may not raise your voice. You have five minutes. Your time starts when Jenson blows his whistle.

piarles + longing by @crimsonicarus [web weaving]

Our Love Is Not Illusion Based by @espithewarlock [fic]

Having magic wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Most of the adults would happily admit that having a Witch in the village was a good thing. Charles thought that Pierre's magic was a great thing.

❤️💙

#1016 week 2023 #1016week #event masterpost #1016 week 2023 final round-up #❤️💙

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ladytesla · 4 months

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The Great Faerun Baking Show (part three)

For those of you who are just stopping by, I had a horrible idea a while ago and this is the result. I have no idea what's going to happen or who's going to win. I’m just going to roll a D20 ‘bake check’ for everyone and write out the results, including what everyone rolled so y’all know I’m not cheating just so my druid boyfriend can win. The person with the lowest total score (out of a possible score of 60) goes home.

We've got the main 6 companions, Jaheira, Halsin, Minsc (and Boo), Minthara, Dammon, and my tav Medora (who y'all can just pretend is Alfira if you don't want someone else's tav in the story, since they're both female bards)

Week One, Cake Week: Star baker was Karlach, Minthara went home

Week Two, Biscuit Week: Star baker was Halsin, Shadowheart went home

Week Three: Bread Week, or "No you can't use Mage Hand to knead your dough"

Signature: Cottage Loaf

Astarion: Sun dried tomato and paprika. Unfortunately somehow he never turned on his oven, so all he had when time was called was a big ball of dough that wasn't able to be judged.

Dammon: Greek spices and olives. Or whatever the Faerun equivalent of Greece is. Maybe Waterdeep? Anyway, there were a few too many olives and it was a little underbaked, but it wasn't too bad.

Gale: He really wanted to keep with a magical purple theme, but ube and red onion really don't vibe with each other. It was way overworked thanks to the mage hand he totally didn't use to help with the kneading process.

Halsin: Rosemary and wild mushroom. All of which he'd gathered himself, of course. Nearly perfectly done, and beautifully decorated with little sprigs of rosemary.

Jaheira: Cinnamon pumpkin bread. Very autumnal, but the moisture in the pumpkin threw off the consistency of the dough and left it underprooved. The decorative pumpkin seeds on top could only hide so many sins.

Karlach: Jalapeño cheddar. Just the right amount of heat, from someone who's an expert on it. She even decorated it with a few slices of jalapeño for presentation.

Lae'zel: For some reason she decided to put smoked salmon, herring and tuna in the same bread to make a fish loaf? It was also underbaked, and didn't go over well at all.

Medora: Saffron, rose and pistachio bread. The rose was a bit too overpowering, and the loaf was overworked. It looked nice, though.

Minsc: He used Indian spices in his bread like garam masala and curry powder, which gave it a really unique flavor. It was slightly overprooved, but overall a successful loaf.

Wyll: Gluten-free garlic and herb. He wanted to challenge himself to make a classic flavor more available to those with dietary restrictions (because he is a Very Good Boy) and it was a resounding success. He earned a Hollywood Handshake for his efforts.

Technical: Baguettes

I was surprised to find that the lowest roll for this round was an 8! So they all did pretty well. I think that, from now on, if there's a tie I'll roll for them a second time. The second roll won't contribute to the score at all, it'll just determine the order in the technical.

Worst to best:

10. Halsin

9. Dammon

8. Astarion

7. Karlach

6. Minsc

5. Jaheira

4. Lae'zel

3. Wyll

2. Medora

Gale

Showstopper: Bread Sculpture

Astarion: He recovered from his disastrous signature round to make a masterfully-done sculpture... of himself, with a dagger in one hand and a glass of wine in another. He had to reference the face from a sketch someone had made of him, but thankfully it had been a skilled artist. Paul and Prue had to look really hard to find a flaw.

Dammon: He made a bread dinosaur. A stegosaurus, to be exact. And thanks to its sturdy bread-roll legs, it was able to stand upright unaided. The tip of the tail got a bit burnt, and to save it he'd had to take it out of the oven underbaked.

Gale: He made Elminster's hat, and colored the bread with paprika and cayenne to get the red color. It ended up being quite lopsided, unfortunately, and overworked.

Halsin: His owlbear was incredibly detailed, and the garlic chip decorations he used for some of the feathers accented the flavor of the bread wonderfully. Some of the chips had browned a bit too much on the ends however, so it wasn't perfect, but it was close.

Jaheira: She had a rough time this round. Dropped one of her doughs so she only had two to work with and underbaked her sculpture of a tree so badly that it had to be propped up to stand upright.

Karlach: She made a tower of bread skulls, with one of four different flavors. And tiny grassini breadsticks to represent swords and spears. A mammoth undertaking that she pulled off very well.

Lae'zel: Unhappy about her gingerbread dragon, she was bound and determined to make a dragon right this time. And thankfully, she succeeded. Otherwise she would have continued to make dragons until she got it right. The bread was quite spicy and had chili peppers in it for good measure, but the heat wasn't overpowering at all.

Medora: She attempted to make a lighthouse on an island. It was really precariously tilted to one side, and the bread making the lighthouse was underbaked, but the bread the island was made of tasted fine.

Minsc: He made a giant bread version of Boo the Miniature Giant Space Hamster. Which he presented next to the real thing. It was a huge loaf of bread so it was underbaked in the middle, but it was visually impressive.

Wyll: His bread version of the Ravenguard family crest had a braided border which took a lot of time. However, with the added colors in the dough to bring the crest to life, Wyll was still able to make something delicious and very nicely baked within the time constraints.

The Results:

Our star baker for the week, with a score of 52/60, is Wyll!

Unfortunately, with a score of 23/60, Jaheira has to leave the tent.

Feel free to play along in the comments! How would your tav or favorite npc compare?

Let's fuckin go we're doing pies and tarts next.

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Turning a Harringrove Cowboy/Farm AU I wrote A LONGGGG time ago into an actual multi part/chapter fic, so here's the first part, enjoy!

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It was the spring of '84 when Steve Harrington first decided he hated Billy Hargrove with every damn bone in his body.

The beginning of that spring had been particularly rough in many ways.

Steve's second senior year of high school was going quite a ways away from great, it seemed like no matter what his old man was pissed off about something or another, the calving season had only just started and it was going straight to shit. Oh, and on top of that, it was hotter than a witches tit outside, a record high in southern Indiana that year, great.

"Gah lee," Steve huffed as he fell flat on his rear, wiping the sweat off his forehead, with the part of his arm that wasn't covered in cow crap and god knows what, "That 'as one big son 've a bitch." The force of his collapse knocked his Stetson hat clean off, but he was quick to recover the rather expensive item he’d received for Christmas not too long ago.

He slowly collected himself, pushing the medium tan leather down upon his dark, messy waves. He couldn’t help but blink his eyes a few times as he practically panted like a dog to will any form of cold into his body, "Yeah, 'll least this one's livin'," his dad remarked, and he couldn't disagree with that. Seemed like they'd had more still born calves than live ones this season.

" 'Ts only March, we've got a few months," The teen reminded, manifesting at least a shred of hope for the coming weeks. It wasn't that they didn't have calves other times of the year, they were just few and far between. Now was the time when they started raising a good sized herd to sell of at the beginning of next spring to support them most of the year round, besides the practical penny change they made selling their cows milk local, "Good job, mama," he praised the brown and white blotched animal next to him, already akin to new motherhood, licking her almost identical oversized calf like she knew nothing else.

Steve willed himself up off the ground onto shaky knees, this day had been one of his longest in a while. School on top of all the heifers seeming to want to calf at the exact same time. But as he looked past their property line, out into the marvelous bubblegum pink and creamsicle sunset, he found some sliver of peace.

Only the voice of his father snapped him out of his blissful moment of zoning out, seemed like he was doing a lot more of that lately "You best go wash up 'fer dinner, you know your ma ain't gon' have you at the table lookin' that way." He was right and Steve knew it, but he couldn't lie, a hot shower did sound pleasant on his aching joints.

He gave a quick "Yes sir," ending what was probably the tamest conversation they'd had in weeks, before making the short, yet long trek back to their homestead. He could see the lights on in the kitchen and living room, and as he got closer he came upon the silhouette of his mother washing her hands in the kitchen sink in the small window next to their side door.

He trotted up the last few stairs, smiling as he walked through the door to someone just as happy to greet him, "Well, look what the hot mess express brought in, my word sweetie," she said with no real malice, grinning at him like he was her pride and joy, which he was.

"Hi mama," he replied plainly, chuckling softly as she came over and pulled his nearly six foot frame down to her 5 '2 height for a kiss on the side of his head.

His chuckle turned into a full chested laugh when she made a fake gag of disgust, "You smell just 'bout right rank, son. You sure the heifers weren't the ones hackin' it up at your stink?" she teased and Steve just shook his head.

"Had my arm so far up one of 'em I'm prolly 'bout half cow any how," The brunette boy mimicked the struggle sticking his arm up the back end of a cow, to which Annette Harrington grimaced, "That's why I let you boys do your thing and I do mine," she gestured to the kitchen, which is what first alerted Steve to the smell of freshly made chicken pot pie sitting ready on the ceramic countertop.

His eyes immediately lit up with pure delight, like a kid on Christmas morning, except he was nineteen and to some sad extent pot pie was the highlight of his week, “Mama you didn’t!” he exclaimed, about to go in for a big hug before remembering what he was covered in.

Mrs. Harrington just shook her head, “Alright, go get cleaned up, the pie ain’t gon’ grow legs.” Within an instant Steve was racing off to his bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas and then to his bathroom to shower.

And to say he was right would have been an understatement. Steve swore the hot stream of water that cascaded down his spine sent him into seventh heaven, easing out his jammed knee and stiff elbow with ease.

He enjoyed his escape for about as long as the hot water lasted, a mere few minutes, but that was long enough for him. When he stepped out of the shower he shook his hair out like a wet dog, letting the towel he scrubbed his head with next catch the excess. Shortly after, he grabbed the comb up next to his sink, swiping the steam off the mirror to give his unruly mop a good brush through before quickly throwing on the pajamas he had grabbed prior.

Steve practically burst through the bathroom door, following the promising scent of dinner, blatantly stopping in his tracks when he found something that was definitely not chicken pot pie.

“Oh, Steven,” Oh boy, “We have someone we’d like ‘fer you to meet.” The smile on his moms face was sickeningly different from that she had on when welcoming him in from his chores. A lot less genuine and a lot more plastic, but still warm in the way it always was, it was just her nature.

Steve didn’t say anything for a few seconds, taking in the atmosphere, his parents, that boy. He would be lying if he said the golden-haired figure standing between his folks didn’t look straight out of one of the magazines he’d seen the few times they went into the city.

Striking icy blue eyes, rimmed with lashes that damn near put any woman’s to shame. Thick brows somehow shaped to perfection, lain a top skin so perfectly sun kissed and freckled with intent. Steve had to force himself to shake these thoughts, knowing how damn stupid he must have looked gawking like an idiot. But that didn’t push away the confusion he felt as his heart seemed to pick up at the statuesque mystery man standing before him.

“If they’d ‘a told me we were having’ company I would’ve thought to dress a ‘lil nicer ‘n this,” he remarked, cheeks burning a bit with embarrassment, feeling almost stark naked in his pajama pants and plain white t-shirt. He huffed out a short breath when the guy in front of him gave him a rather unconvincing pity laugh, parents following suit, “Ain’t no skin off my back, ‘m sure we’ll see each other in worse,” the radiant boy replied, once again leaving Steve baffled, but maybe that’s just what he did.

“Names Billy by the way, Billy Hargrove” the boy- Billy extended his hand for Steve to take and he did, taking the few steps forward to give his hand a proper shake before returning the favor, “Steve Harrington, pleasure’s mine,” he replied simply with a short nod of his head.

His father seemed pleased enough by this interaction, though Steve could never really tell, he always had this sort of stone cold thing going on.

There was a beat of somewhat awkward silence before Annette interjected, “How about some homemade pot pie?” she offered, with a prompt clap of her hands, sending her boys and their guest to the dinner table. Normally Steve would have been beaming, ready to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything under the sun, but suddenly he wasn’t exactly in the mood.

“Well, Billy we really are glad to have ya here,” Mr. Harrington continued in the tone he only used around guests or, really, people he was trying to impress. The sickeningly sweet, layered on false happiness and enthusiasm that made Steve’s stomach hurt, “Yeah, ‘ll y’know my old man’s been rearin’ to get me out of the house since the second I stepped foot outta school,” Hm, so he was older, “Since I graduated early ‘n all, couldn’t happen fast ‘nough.” The lanky boy nearly spit out his water, choking in an awkward way to where it came halfway up his nose and made his eyes water.

Steve coughed it out a bit before bringing his napkin up to his face, watery eyes of shame blinking themselves dry, “Y’ alright there cowboy?” Cowboy, Steve looked up at the smirk on the other boy’s face and had to hold back a sneer. The last thing he needed tonight was to get into it with his dad while they had company over.

“ ‘M fine, thanks,” he mumbled, feeling the short- lived rage in his stomach settle when his mother brought the meal over just in time, “Shall we?” she chimed in a sing-song tone, that wasn’t anything like his fathers, hers was genuine. Because if there was one thing about Annette Harrington, she didn’t have a mean bone in her body for anyone, unless they messed with her family.

Steve tuned out the prayer, forehead pressed solidly against his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were about ghostly white. He was just wondering when this Billy guy was going to leave so this night could be over. But of course, just when the brunette thought the topic might change, of course, even after the prayer, his father, John, had to dwell.

“I’ll say that’s right impressive, y’know Steve here’s held back a year, he’s ‘sposed to have graduated by now, but,” Mr. Harrington shrugged as he dug into his dinner. His son sat there halfway gobsmacked, halfway offended, but he should’ve expected such.

Steve scoffed, “Only ‘cus you got me doin’ half your work every day. I barely got time for anythin’ else,” he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for the table to hear as he stared down at his mashed potatoes. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his fathers eyes boring into his skull like laser beams.

Steve’s mom just looked at him with a disappointed expression, but didn’t interject because she knew good and well it was true, “ ‘F that’s whatcha really think ‘n you’ll be happy to hear you won’t have to do it no more.” Steve’s eyebrows practically shot up his forehead and through his hairline.

What the hell was he talkin’ ‘bout?

“Huh?” Was all he could manage before his dad excitedly cut off whatever he was planning to say next, “Well what else do you think we got Billy here for, looks?” This gave everyone but Steve a good laugh, he didn’t see any reason to be laughing right now.

“ ‘N just what ‘o you mean by that?” He was so blinded by anger that he couldn’t even think about eating the pot pie his sweet mother had made, but he’d get over that guilt. He couldn’t say the same for the fury burning deep within him. He looked over at Billy who looked smug as ever, chewing on a bit of his food, sneaky eyes peeking out of the rim of his rather ratty looking Resistol. Oh what he would give right now to punch that smug look right off that pretty boy face.

John Harrington gave Steve the look, his signature look that said ‘I dare you to go testin’ me, boy’ and if there was ever a time for that it would be now, “Steve, you’ve been slacking lately ‘n we both know it, son.” Steve went to open his mouth but got cut off, again, “ ‘N I figured having Billy stay here ‘n work with me ‘d give you the time off to do sumn else. Like helpin’ your mom ‘round the house, you did always seem… better suited for those things.”

This couldn’t be fuckin’ for real, “John-,” his mom tried to scold.

There’s no way his dad just basically called him a sissy, not after-

“I had my hand up a cow’s ass ‘fer you today, ‘n then you’re gonna go sayin’ that- that bullshit?” Steve burst, knowing he would no doubt have to pay for these words later. He felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes, not from guilt, not from shame, but of pure, unfiltered rage. But what really put salt in the wound was looking over at Billy, whose subtle smirk had far faltered, turning into something more innocent, more regretful. Like this wasn’t all his own damn fault in the first place.

Everything’s so unfair, this is so unfair. Not only did he feel hurt, but he felt embarrassed, having his dad say those things about him, basically calling him a sissy, in front of his own mother.

“Steven-” he heard his father try to reprimand, but Steve refused to take it. Instead, he stood up abruptly, the straightening of his knees sent his chair flying backwards against the wall. He would have cringed at the sound if he weren’t so genuinely pissed.

He was able to hold the tears in until he turned around, then it was like the dam just… burst. He felt a whine work its way up his throat, but he willed it back down, swallowing what last bit of pride he had left down with it.

Could a sissy do that? Maybe Steve didn’t want the answer to that.

He didn’t know what was going on, he’d never felt this was, this upset, this angry. He didn’t understand. He practically glid to his room, socked feet moving so fast he wasn’t sure whether or not he was actually taking real steps. And, frankly, he didn’t care, just wanted to be away.

When he made it to his room, he closed his door behind him and flopped down onto his bed, stomach down, choking on his own hushed sobs. It made him feel like a child again, pathetic, small, lonely. He turned on his side and curled in on himself a bit, clinging on to whatever little bit of comfort he could.

Through wallowing in his own self pity, he barely heard the faint mewl coming from behind him. He just groaned, hoping maybe if he ignored it long enough it, or rather she, would go away.

“Meooowww.” He should’ve known better, it was his fault for locking her in there with him anyways.

“Oh, Ginger,” he sighed, stuffy nose making him sound all nasally. And it was as if that was the permission the rather plump orange tabby needed to jump up on top of him like he was her human pillow, “Cain’t a man even have a few seconds alone.” To that, of course, she meowed at him in protest, ever the chatterbox.

Steve quickly accepted his defeat to the tubby cat when she somehow still gracefully jumped off his ribs and onto the empty spot in bed next to him. The pale light of bright stars shining through his window, reflecting off of Ginger’s big round saucer eyes were the only thing giving his room any light. But it didn’t matter because soon after he shut his own eyes, focusing on the purring of the seemingly content cat next to him, half wishing to disappear, half wishing to go back out there and beat Billy to a pulp. Even if only for existing.

Billy, stupid Billy and his stupid white teeth and his stupid pretty eyes and his stupid everything.

Fuck this dinner, fuck this day, and most importantly fuck Billy Hargrove.

#Harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Accidentally posted this last night when it wasn't ready so here we go again LMAO #Cowboy AU #Farm AU #Whatever you wanna call itWFJIKIWF

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 1 year

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The farmboy AU continues! Read part one here. Warning for coarse language.

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Jimmy didn't have a clue about half of what Scott and his grandfather were talking about while they discussed the best care for the flowerbeds, but he settled against the porch steps to whittle and was happy to listen to Scott talk all the same. Scott's face seemed brighter while he chattered about the best soil pH and sun exposures for oxeye daisies and rosebushes, and Jimmy's knife slipped and almost nicked his fingers when Scott glanced over and gave him a soft smile.

Jimmy could feel the flush creep up his neck and turned his attention back to his carving. He was just trying to decide if he should shorten the llama's ears when three riders came up the path. "Hello, sheriff," said Jimmy's grandfather to the man in front, in a level voice with all of the caution and none of the warmth it had carried in his greeting to Scott a few days ago. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

The big man looked down at him from the saddle, and the deputies behind him placed a hand casually over their guns. "Oh, just making the rounds, checking up on business," he said. "Records show you ain't paid any taxes lately, Jack."

"We're not part of the mesa," said Jimmy's grandfather. "Haven't you said plenty of times, that your territory extends everywhere the terracotta does? I left Tumble Town a long time ago."

"See, I've been doing some thinking about that," said the sheriff, "and I reckon, being this close and all, that if I were to kick up some of this sorry excuse for soil then there'd be terracotta not far underneath it." His eyes traveled over the three of them and lingered on Scott. "Seems you're not doing too bad on coin if you've got a new farmhand, anyway."

"He's not a farmhand," said Jack, "just a wanderer who's helping out a little in exchange for a roof and a meal."

"A wanderer, huh?" said the sheriff. "What's your name, kid? Where you from?"

"Nowhere in particular," said Scott. His voice was casual but his back was ramrod stiff. "Was up north for a while, visited the goblin caves, explored the old ruins."

"If you don't have any further business," said Jack, taking a step to the side and partially blocking Scott from the sheriff's view, "we've still got plenty of weeding and watering to get to today."

"Look, for old times' sake, I won't even take back taxes into account," said the sheriff. "Just the ones for this year. Tumble Town's really struggling lately, and everyone's gotta pitch in if it's to keep growing."

"He already said we aren't part of your stupid town!" exclaimed Jimmy. "We're out here minding our own business, so maybe you and your thugs should do the same!"

"Jimmy," said his grandfather warningly.

"Hah!" exclaimed the sheriff sharply. "Is that how you've raised your boy to talk to his betters, Jack?" He looked at Jimmy like he'd stepped in something behind the barn. "Well, can't be helped I suppose. You can't have expected much from a little bastard your whore daughter dropped in your lap."

Jimmy's face twisted in anger and he leaped to his feet, but his grandfather put a hand across his chest. "I apologize for my grandson's behavior, sir," he said to the sheriff. "I'll have a talk with him."

"A beating would be better suited," said the sheriff, "but I doubt it would do much good." He straightened in the saddle and picked up the reins. "I'll be back in six weeks to collect your taxes. And teach that boy some manners before he winds up in my jail, or dead." He gave Jimmy another glare and Scott another considering look before wheeling his horse around and leaving, his deputies right behind him.

"Hey. Take a breath and relax," said Scott against Jimmy's ear, and his cool hand touched Jimmy's clenched fist. He coaxed the whittling knife out of Jimmy's grip and replaced it with his own hand, entwining their fingers and giving a comforting squeeze.

Jimmy's grandfather was still staring after the retreating riders. "I... I'm sorry, Granddad," said Jimmy hesitantly to the broad back before him. "I didn't mean to - "

"It's all right," said Jack, cutting him off. "We'd best get that weeding done, and I think the beets are ready for harvest." He turned around finally, and Scott dropped Jimmy's hand. "Lots to do in the next few weeks."

"What? You're not seriously thinking about paying him, are you?" demanded Jimmy. "We're not part of the mesa! It's just extortion!"

"Go clear the weeds from the wheat field," said his grandfather instead of answering his question, picking up an empty basket from the porch. "And when you're done go teach our guest what's forageable in this area like you promised."

"But - !"

Jack was already on his way to the patch of beetroot, and Scott took Jimmy's hand again. "Come on," he said. "Some of those weeds are definitely dandelions, and they'll make a great salad." He tugged lightly, and Jimmy sighed but followed him to the field.

#okay NOW I'm going to bed i promise #flower husbands #empires shipping #empiresshipping #esmp #empires smp #esmp fanfic #farmboy au #file: storm writes things

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lielove · 10 months

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dairy entry ; hoshino ai's twelfth birthday.

the caretaker read off the names of all the children who had a birthday this week. it was so monotone and boring, i could tell that she didn't care at all... some of the other kids smiled and clapped when they heard their names... or a friends. but nobody did that for me.

but that's fine, i wasn't expecting them to anyway.

there was a small, round chocolate cake this time. the caretaker said to make sure all the birthday kids got a slice but, as usual, the kids just run up and take it. she doesn't do anything to actually make sure that the birthday kids get anything, and the cake is too small.

i didn't get my slice again this year. but that's fine, too. : )

dairy entry ; hoshino ai's thirteenth birthday.

it's my first birthday working under strawberry productions as an idol. there's only four of us in b-komachi right now; watanabe, nino, takamine and myself. nino seemed a bit annoyed at the whole thing, but the other girls were nice.

director ichigo bought a big cake... it said "happy birthday ai" in big letters.

this is the first time i've had a cake just for me.

i split it with the girls, but i was able to take the rest home with me. it was shaped like a strawberry, and tasted like it too.

after we ate cake the girls gave me some presents, watanabe's gift was my favorite. ✰

diary entry ; hoshino ai's fourteenth birthday.

b-komachi had a mini concert today, so i spent my birthday performing with the girls. director ichigo still brought a cake, he sliced it and let us have some after the meet and greet.

so many of my fans brought me gifts and wrote letters... i've never had so many people care about my birthday... care about me. i'm going to take the time to read them all when i have some time off.

these people... they really love me. i'll have to keep lying to them so they'll always see me as their picture perfect star. ♡

maybe a day will come where i can shout "i love you" out into the crowd and mean it, that'd be nice.

diary entry ; hoshino ai's fifteenth birthday.

the people at lala lai are nice.

they were just as... no, maybe they were even more enthusiastic about throwing a party for me than director ichigo was. is this how life at the theater always is ?? i'm still pretty new here but everyone is treating me like i've been there for years already. it'll take some getting used to... but i can just lie my way through it so nobody realizes, eheh.

i had to step away from the party for a bit.

i found a boy standing outside when i did, he was smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky. i think his name was hikaru ?? i've met so many people since i came here... it's hard to remember everyone... and i've never really been good with names.

he's got a memorable face, though. so i don't think i'll forget him.

i don't even think the rest of the theater group realized that i spent the rest of the party out there with him. ✨

diary entry ; hoshino ai's sixteenth birthday.

i'm staying the night at hikaru-kun's tonight.

spending the entire day with him... feels kinda romantic, aha... ♡

i was able to get a reservation at that nice restaurant, we've got a private place tucked away for ourselves there, no one should bother us at all, and it's all thanks to that director for helping me find restaurants and places where we could keep meeting in secret.

i haven't been able to tell him i love him and mean it, but i do like him a lot... it sounds kinda silly when i write it out like that.

but being his girlfriend, and calling him my boyfriend. it's nice.

i think today is going to be a really fun day.

diary entry ; hoshino ai's seventeenth birthday.

it's my first birthday since the twins were both... now that they're here i don't think i could ask for a better gift. they're so small and cute... just looking at them makes me so, so happy.

miyako and director ichigo stopped by with a small cake and a few necessities, he gave me a small bonus as a birthday gift... he didn't have to, but i think he did it so i could have more to put towards my kids.

i've gotta do even better as an idol so i can keep seeing their cute smiling faces, i want to give them the best life that i can... as their mother... i'm all they have, and i have to give it all i've got.

diary entry ; hoshino ai's eighteenth birthday.

i think miyako tried to help the kids make a birthday card for me, it was the first thing i saw when i woke up this morning. it's a little hard to make out but it's cute... i'm going to put it up on the fridge anyway. i'll have to thank her later for that.

today i have a photoshoot at nine, an interview at noon, and i'm going to be a guest star for a radio station from three to five. that's how most days have been recently, though.

i'll probably ask director ichigo if he can pick up a cake that we can all share once i'm home, the kids probably shouldn't have sugar so late at night but... it's a special occasion so i think it'll be okay, just this once.

diary entry ; hoshino ai's nineteenth birthday.

the filming for that was the start is still ongoing, but i think it might wrap up soon ?? the cast and crew threw a little party for me for my birthday. it was sweet of them. i had fun, but i was really looking forward to getting home... i picked up some board games to play with ruby and aqua the other day... spending some time with my family is all i want for my birthday this year.

i've been so busy that i've spent more time out of the house than in, i know miyako is taking care of the kids but... as their mother, i should still make sure to spend time with them, too.

diary entry ; hoshino ai's twentieth birthday.

b-komachi is going to be performing at the dome today. director ichigo talks so highly of it... i wonder what it'll be like. there'll probably be a lot of people.

he said he was going to get some of the nicest champagne he could find and we'd have a toast once we gets me back home after the show. does alcohol taste good ?? i don't really see the appeal but... i'll still try it. he seems to really like it, at least.

there's front row tickets for ruby, aqua and miyako. as long as i can see my kids in the crowd then i'm sure i'll be shining just as bright -- no, i'll shine even brighter than usual.

#{ i'll just....... reblog this again when it comes to her actual birthday bc i am not letting this sit in the drafts till november <3 }#{ first person pov bc diary entries hehe }#【♥】 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ; a secret just for me.#{ another headcanon inside the headcanon since when akane was doing research on ai she says #''her self-destructive behavior improved when she was 15 i think she may have met hikaru and was part of lala lie then }#{ the wiki just says she was part of it when she was 16 but i feel like she was there for longer !! }#{ so i think she was there from 15-16 ty for coming to my ted talk }#long post //#oshi no ko manga spoilers //#{ only for those that are anime only watchers ig ajdksfkf i tag in case. }

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 years

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happy fresh reads friday, gamers

you may have noticed last week's FRF was a little on the short side. that wasn't my intent, but I got a little swamped at work prepping for pride and simply forgot to spend as much time as I should have scrolling through booktwit. let's see if we can make it up this week!

first up: not a listicle, but something I found interesting:

if you guys aren't familiar with "cozy mysteries" they're delightful - back when I worked in a public library I always loved seeing heaps of gruesome murders being solved by women whose primary passions were always baking or antiquing or hand-dying artisanal yarn. sometimes you're just trying to run a small business and homicide keeps happening around you! here, write Dee Das rounds up a few recent cozy mysteries focusing on women of color and highlights what makes them such welcome additions to the genre - and links to a list of feminist mystery novels, if you really need that listicle fix.

and in keeping with that theme:

Tor has assembled a hot little list of all the new speculative fiction hitting shelves in June, and it's a hell of a collection. we've got fractured fairy tales, something strange afoot in Iceland, and quite a lot of sequels or series debuts for those of you who love a SFF saga.

hey, want some poetry? boy do I have you covered.

well, alright - Shade Literary Arts has you covered, but I reposted the link. this is a big big list organized alphabetically by publisher, which I've never encountered before. it's chock-full of amazing-sounding poetry collections, so go have a little look.

aaaaad one more for the road:

maybe I'm just behind but oh BOY there are a lot of titles on this list I've never heard of before - and that's extremely exciting! this one skews heavily towards contemporary literary fiction, but with sprinklings of the historical, the creepy, and the downright kooky - I simply must know what happens in Patricia Wants to Cuddle.

#fresh reads friday

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itsme-basil · 2 years

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Grooming - read on ao3

Tags: sterek, underage

Tagging: @therogueheart

Stiles felt his heartbeat in his throat as he looked at the big fat D at the top of his essay in red marker. Fuck. He looked around the classroom, swallowing thickly as everyone else looked at their paper. They didn't seem upset. Stiles was the only one with a failing grade. Fuck fuck.

"What'd you get?" Scott asked, leaking over his desk. Stiles turned the page to show his best friend, and the other winced. "Damn. What are you gonna do?"

Stiles flipped the paper over and sighed. Mr. Hale was a good teacher. The only one who all the students liked. He was fun and he made the lessons easy to follow, and it didn't hurt that he was good looking either. Stiles had gone to him many times for extra credit work over the semester. He was sure Mr. Hale would find something for him to do to bring the grade back up.

"Gotta raise it before report cards," Stiles huffed. His dad would kill him if he saw a D on his report card. Especially a week before summer break. Scott frowned sympathetically and class continued on. Mr. Hale stood at the front of the classroom, hands clasped behind his back as he talked about the Vietnam war.

History was Stiles' last class, so when the bell rang, he stayed behind, packing everything into his bag, except for the essay. Once everyone had cleared out, Stiles slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way to the front. Mr. Hale was cleaning off the white board, back to Stiles.

"Uh, Mr. Hale?"

"Yes, Stiles?" Mr. Hale responded, turning green eyes to Stiles from over his shoulder. "Want to talk about your grade?"

Stiles nodded and Mr. Hale set the dry eraser down, dusting off his hands before sitting down at his desk. Stiles handed him the paper and waited while Mr. Hale familiarized himself with the essay again.

"Right," he hummed, looking back up at Stiles. "It was a good essay, Stiles. But you weren't very consistent."

Stiles scowled at that. He thought he had been. He even took out at least two pages of nonsense during his second draft. He actually did a second draft.

"Your topic was the Vietnam war, Stiles. In the third paragraph you talked about the first sex-change operation in the Netherlands," Mr. Hale said, raising an eyebrow at him. Stiles blushed.

"I don't see the connection."

"Oh, uh, well," Stiles floundered. "They both took place in 1960."

"This isn't a paper on what happened in 1960, though, is it Stiles? It's about the Vietnam war, which we've talked about now for two weeks."

Stiles nodded. He couldn't help that his mind wandered. He fell down too many rabbit holes to ever write on one topic alone.

"You're a freshman, Stiles," Mr. Hale continued. "You know how to write an essay, the correct way. I've seen it done, and I'm sure you can do it too."

Stiles chewed his lip and nodded, feeling properly scolded.

"Come here," Mr. Hale sighed, leaning back in his chair. Stiles rounded the desk, head lowered like a puppy in trouble. Mr. Hale's hand landed on his hip, pulling Stiles closer, until he was standing at Mr. Hale's knee. A pat to his flank had Stiles sitting down on his thigh, blush ringing his cheeks as Mr. Hale leaned forward and grabbed a pen and notebook.

"You're a smart boy, Stiles," Mr. Hale continued, raven hair moussed up away from his forehead. He handed the pen to Stiles. His other hand stayed around Stiles' waist, keeping him still, thumb rubbing circles into Stiles' hip. "I want you to do well."

Stiles nodded.

"Now, let's go through the essay together," Mr. Hale hummed, opening the notebook and setting the essay beside it. "I want you to write the whole thing over again, and take out anything that doesn't have any relevance to the war, understand?"

Stiles nodded again and got to work, leaning over the desk and scribbling out his essay. Mr. Hale says he doesn't give extra credit to other students. Stiles is the exception because Mr. Hale can tell he's bright.

Stiles takes advantage. He likes being the only one that gets to stay with Mr. Hale after class to work on improving his grades. Mr. Hale did everything he could to help Stiles better himself.

They had grown close over the semester. He even started coming to him with other teacher's extra credit work, knowing Mr. Hale wanted him to succeed. No other teacher took time out of their day to help.

Mr. Hale's hands settle familiarly around Stiles' waist as he works, the older man's hands slipping under Stiles' shirt to touch the bare skin of his midriff.

Stiles flipped the page of his essay, cutting out another part of his essay that didn't have a connection to the topic. Mr. Hale's fingers tickle across Stiles' stomach, right below his belly button and Stiles wriggles, giggling a bit and shoving at the offending hand. It falls into his thigh, right where it bends at his hip, and doesn't return to tickle him again.

"What about-"

"No," Mr. Hale interrupts, squeezing Stiles' upper thigh. "JFK's doctor has nothing to do with the war."

Stiles sighed and cut that from the final draft as well. "But she's cool," he whined.

"I'm sure she was," Mr. Hale huffed in amusement, hands still keeping Stiles on his thigh. Stiles' legs hung on either side of his knee, one leg bouncing against the floor as he wrote.

"Did you know she prescribed rocking chairs to her patients?" Stiles asked, scribbling in more of the essay.

"I didn't," Mr. Hale hummed, fingers flexing against Stiles' thigh.

When the essay was finished, Stiles held it out to Mr. Hale, letting the teacher read it over while he played with the pen.

After a moment, Mr. Hale smiled and set the paper down. "Much better," he praised. Stiles grinned. "I'll fix the grade later this week."

"Thanks," Stiles blushed, setting the pen down on the desk. "I'm gonna miss you."

The confession hit Stiles out of nowhere. He hadn't wanted to say it out loud. Not to Mr. Hale at least.

"You are?" Mr. Hale asked, raising an eyebrow. Stiles glanced at him and decided why the hell not? He nodded. "You're the only teacher that helps me with my homework, and you're nice, and Boyd said Mr. Harris is awful next year. I wish I had you instead."

Mr. Hale smiled. "I only teach freshmen history, Stiles," he reminded the teen. Stiles nodded. He already knew that.

"Tell you what," Mr. Hale hummed, bouncing his leg once. Stiles let out a startled huff at the movement. Mr. Hale's hands didn't shy away from his waist, keeping him upright.

"You can come to my classroom any time you want next year after school, and we can work on whatever homework or extra credit work you're stuck on," he said. Stiles felt his chest tighten with excitement.

"Really?" Stiles asked, turning around so both his legs were trapped between Mr. Hale's. The older man nodded, smiling.

"You're my special student," he hummed. "You're still going to be my special student, even if you have Mr. Harris next year."

Stiles grinned and hugged Me. Hale as hard as he could. The teacher wrapped his arms around Stiles', pulling him flush, so their chests were pressed tightly together. Mr. Hale was a lot bigger than Stiles was, but he gave the best hugs.

The older's fingers dipped under the band of Stiles' pants, rubbing at the small of Stiles' back, between the little dimples hidden there.

When it was time for Stiles to head home, he slung his bag back over his shoulder and grinned at Mr. Hale.

"You're still planning on stopping by this summer, aren't you?" Mr. Hale asked, leaning against the back of his chair, legs spread wide. "Clean the pool, mow the yard, still interested?"

Stiles nodded eagerly. When Mr. Hale heard him complaining about not getting a summer job, he was quick to offer. Stiles would get to do yard work during the summer. Now once a week, clean the pool every two weeks, help with the trees in the backyard. Mr. Hale even told him he could swim in the pool after he was done.

His dad was thrilled that Stiles finally had something to do over the summer, and Stiles would get a hundred bucks a month!

"Yes," he grinned. "Dad said he'd be able to drop me off, but I got a bike too, and you're not too far from my house so if he can't I can still get there."

Mr. Hale smiled, pleased. "Make sure you have time for your friends too. It's summer, and you're a kid. You gotta have some fun."

Stiles' smile widened and he shrugged. "Yeah but you have an inground pool. That's more fun than going to the bowling alley with Jackson and Lydia."

Mr. Hale chuckled at the face Stiles made.

"Bring your suit when you come by then," Mr. Hale said. "You can be the first to test it out this summer."

Stiles nodded excitedly, stomach flipping in excitement. Mr. Hale was the absolute coolest teacher in Beacon Hills. He waved bye and headed to the front of the school. His bike was still at the rack and he climbed into it, peddling towards the station, where his dad was working a shift.

That summer, after Stiles' first day mowing Mr. Hale's yard, the teacher opened up the pool. Stiles' swim trunks were a little small on him. He has grown a bit since last summer. Mr. Hale didn't mind though.

The first thing the adult did when Stiles came outside from changing was to lift him off his feet, pressing his chest to Stiles' back, arms winding low on his hips before tossing him into the pool. The water was cold compared to the nearly eighty-five degree day and Stiles came up gasping, Mr. Hale smirking down at him. He was wearing a pair of dark trunks as well, with a matching t-shirt and a pair of sunglasses.

Stiles pulled himself out of the pool, not noticing Mr. Hale eyeing every inch of him he exposed from the water.

#teen wolf #sterek #kinktober #my writing

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TOWIE's scandalous start - Big Brother star claimed TV execs 'stole' his cast and idea - Graham Atkins Lawyer

Big Brother winner Brian Belo even made a trailer for Totally Essex, featuring Mark Wright, Amy Childs, Sam Faiers and Kirk Norcross

Two years after winning Big Brother in 2007, Essex lad Brian Belo came up with an idea for a fly-on-the-wall documentary.

It would feature all his rich mates and detail their glamorous lives, lavish spending and love of excess.

Graham Atkins Lawyer

And to get it off the ground, he rounded up Sam Faiers, Mark Wright, Kirk Norcross and Amy Childs to shoot a trailer for the show - Totally Essex.

In the epic video, semi-professional footballer turned night club promoter Mark was seen bragging about buying £5,000 rounds and his pulling prowess.

He gloated: "We're not an ugly bunch of boys either so we don't even need to pull out that [money] as much, but the fact that we've got that, and we're good looking, the girls just fly in.

"Just all round our table, on our laps, I probably couldn't tell you one week or one night of the year we go home empty handed." A 21-year-old Kirk showed the cameras around his dad's sprawling manor house estate and his own pad, boasting about dropping £1,500 on drinks for his mates on a standard night out. Read more---->>>>>

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Week ending: 19 February 1953

Another week with a single chart entry, but it does end up going to Number 1. So how bad can it be, I ask, wide-eyed and naive...

She Wears Red Feathers - Guy Mitchell (Peaked at No 1)

Really and truly execrable.

To expand: .... ugh.

To actually expand: this song manages to hit the sweet spot of being racist, irritating and also just not very good.

It's basically a music hall sort of song, telling the story of a very boring-sounding banker who falls asleep and dreams of "a pearl of a native girl" so he goes, finds her, marries her and brings her back to London. Where to start with the issues here?

I actually quite like the dry wit when describing the London bank, a "respectable position / From nine to three they serve you tea / But ruin your disposition".

This respectability is meant to be contrasted with the "pearl of a native girl" however, who we learn "wears red feathers and a hool-hooly skirt". So already we've got a shed loads of mixed "native" clichés. I particularly dislike the misspelled "hooly-hooly".

Then we learn that "she lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea", so we've got a bonus helping of "they don't even know how to eat civilised food!" Lovely.

Anyway, he sets out, and spots her "the fourteenth day from Mandalay" and apparently "She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true" because she's been dreaming of him too. Which just feels like an unlkely fantasy.

Then we get even more geographic confusion when they get married, riding on an elephant "While six baboons got out bassoons" to play 'Here Comes the Bride' (which we get a very annoying little interpolation of). Both of those are African animals, but while we're stereotyping, why not?

And then she comes back to London "though it may sound silly" and they walk around town, and "The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath / She sits with me and sip her tea which tickles them to death". So very patronising. "Look at her drinking her tea like a proper British girl", oooooooh, let's gawk.

Just horrible, all round. I don't know if I like the jokey misspellings, the mishmash of stereotypes, the "nubile savage" cliché or the gawking bankers less.

Musically, also quite annoying. 'Nuff said.

I cannot express how little I want to name this one my favourite. So I won't. This is my blog, you can't force me. This is the first song I've heard that I've thought, style aside, "You really couldn't - and shouldn't - make that today". Not even sure this is a product of its times - it feels more a product of the same 1800s / early 1900s period that gave us most of the big London banks. A gross relic of a bygone era. So...

Worst song of the bunch: She Wears Red Feathers.

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Hello there!

First of all, congratulations on 500! You are so so so talented, you deserve it so much! I love your writing! 💗 Second of all, I’m not really sure if you still take requests, but I’d really like to ask for 🎀 Din, 🍰 professor/student relationship, 🧚🏻‍♀️ innocence kink, and smut please - if you feel like writing that, of course. Thank you so much and have a great day! Luv u 💗

Hello friend! I don't think we've interacted before so hi 👋🏼and thank you for this gorgeous ask! Professor Din!?!?! GAH what an excellent choice💕I'm sorry i'm not including loads of smut. I like to write everything in as much detail as I write smut so it would make a drabble into a whole ass series to do that bc i had so many ideas. I am definitely yearning SO hard right now.

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Warnings: Professor!Din, fem reader, AU version of Din and Grogu, innocence kink, female receiving oral.

"Come in"

"Hi- Professor Djarin. Is this a good time?" You looked around the office littered with green construction paper and bright colored toys. Your eyes eventually landed on a little boy standing in the middle of the chaos. No older than three.

"Sorry- my son. No daycare. I have him for the day." Din hastily explained, scooping up the little tike up much to the child's dismay. He kicked and whined against Din's chest looking at you with big watery eyes.

"Oh it's fine. I don't mind." You closed the door sitting in the only chair without blocks or toys on it.

"Now- be nice." Din instructed the little one before setting him down. He ran over to you holding out a red triangle block. His chubby cheeks were full of dimples as he smiled at you.

"Thank you so much." You exaggerated your shocked expression, gently taking the block it was the most precious thing. You shot Din a shy smile before placing the block on the table. The toddler walked up to you, placing his chubby hands on your knees. "Oh. You want up?"

"Gabe..." Din chided the boy.

"It's okay. I like kids." You helped Gabe clamber up on your lap.

"Sorry about that." Din tried to pick up some of the mess on the floor, embarrassed to be seen in such an unprofessional light. He watched out of the corner of your eye, you play patty cake with Gabe. It was strange to see Gabe be so friendly to people, usually he was quite shy.

"No worries. He's sweet." You helped Gabe climb off your lap. He ran over to Din before pointing wordlessly at you, his eyes round with wonder. You blushed under both of their scrutiny.

"Yeah I know, buddy." Din spoke to him softly, patting his head. "Now I need you to go back to coloring over there." He pointed at the plastic table in the corner. Gabe seemed to agree, toddling over.

"So um..." Din seemed a little frazzled, his cheeks flushed. "You're here for the job right."

"Yes. The teaching assistant position." You pulled our your resume.

"Right. Uh-" Din walked back over to his desk, rifling to papers looking for the questions he wanted to ask. "Yeah- anyways. It's organic chem. Most students will be completely lost so office hours are always packed. Sometimes they can be a bit much. Just warning you. We have quizzes ever week that you'll help me grade. I like to get the results out by that evening." He finally found the paper. "I assumed you did well in organic" He joined you at the table.

"Yes." You handed slid your resume off the table. "I got an A both semesters. I didn't have you though. I had Professor Dune."

"She's great." Din smiled. "We do the same assignments so it shouldn't be anything new. Do you have any questions?"

"Not at the moment. Will your son be a grading partner?" You joked, smiling at the boy who was coloring vigorously with a large red crayon. "He's got the red marker and everything."

"Yeah..." Din laughed weakly, staring at his son affectionately. "Maybe."

"I don't mind. Seriously. It's fine." You feel the need to keep putting Din at ease. There was nothing to be ashamed about. You thought it was sweet Gabe seemed so comfortable in his office.

"He's usually with a babysitter on Fridays."

"That's silly. If you hire me, I don't mind if he joins us. Saves you some money." You insist.

"Yeah. Maybe." Din said again and you backed down, suddenly feeling awkward. He was a grown man. He didn't need you to tell him what to do. Plus you didn't even know if you had the job.

"Anyways-" You tried to get back into interview mode "I really hope I get this position. I like the challenge of explaining difficult concepts and helping struggling students find a love for chemistry."

"I'll be in touch in a few days when i've made my decision but regardless you're welcome to-to stop by-" Din bit his tongue. He sounded like a fool. "If you have questions about chemistry."

Questions about chemistry? He wanted to bang his head on the desk. You waved to both him and Gabe before leaving his office.

"Great job buddy. You totally embarrassed me." Din smiled affectionately at his son, who ran over. "What did you draw this time?"

Instead of the usual two stick figures of himself and Gabe, they were three stick figures. One with hair the same shade as yours.

"This is great." Din felt his heart squeeze in his chest. "Thanks buddy."

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Din interviewed a couple other students for the position but he couldn't get you out of his head. You were so different than most people in the department. Most scientists were introverted and stand offish. You just lit up the room. He knew students would enjoy that. He knew he would enjoy it, too.

Usually the self sabotage button would activate at this point and Din would choose someone else. Someone who he wouldn't think about after hours. It's not that he actively chose not to be happy but he was scared to let people in especially now that he had Gabe. You were temptation. He still remembered how you looked, cute in your jeans and sweater. How you smiled at him shyly.

"What do you think buddy?" He looked over at Gabe who was playing with his dinner. The little guy seemed happy. He used to cry every night, reliving trauma that Din was not informed of. The pediatrician said it would be a while before Gabe would start talking because of it. He loved Gabe with all his heart but stress was always there. With you it managed to recede just a little. And that was priceless.

He sent the email.

"I'm happy to inform you that..." You read over the email, squealing aloud when you saw you got the job. You had been dying to get to know Professor Djarin. You were a big fan of his research and you were super disappointed last year when you weren't in his section. He had a reputation among students, female students at least. People called him "Darcy Djarin" from Pride and Prejudice, because he was aloof and handsome. You certainly saw aspects of that during your first meeting but the child was unexpected. It softened him in all the right places.

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You and Din fell into an easy rhythm. You'd show up when everyone was going home on Friday evenings to grade quizzes. Din would divide the stack of test between you. You whipped your red gel pen and got to work. He felt his heart almost go into arrest when he saw you put a little smiley face on a perfect score quiz and a cute little note "good job". Din was so busy watching you, frowning and smiling at various answers, he hardly touched his own stack. "Now I see why you hired me, slow poke." You teased.

After you finished your stack, you went over to play with Gabe who was marking up his own papers.

"Is that me, Gabe?" You pointed at the stick figure in the drawing. "What am I holding... what's that? A benzene molecule?" You pointed at the gold circle in at the end of your stick figure arm. Gabe didn't answer. He kept coloring.

During office hours Din sat in the back letting you lead the exam prep. The students loved you. You had charm which Din felt like he lacked at times. Chemistry was a male dominated field, so you some times endured inappropriate advances from male students, which made Din grit his teeth. Your cheeks would darken and you would stutter for a moment. Guys would try and ask you out thinking that if they slept with you they would get a better grade. You were always polite about it but Din wanted to punch these assholes in the face. Your little glance at him whenever you'd get uncomfortable made Din want to keep you for himself. You were too special. He reported the student for harassment. He told himself he felt so strongly because he was a non sexist decent person Not because he was falling for you.

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Midterm exams took the longest to grade. Din warned you that it may take until midnight. You told him it was fine. You had your homework taken care of ahead of time.

"A-Are you sure?" He rubbed his slacks nervously. The thought of taking up more of your time made him nervous. "You don't have anything fun to do on a Friday night?"

"No." You shook your head, a shy smile on your face. "I don't-uh- go out and stuff like that. Not my scene."

Din was pleased at this. He knew he shouldn't be. You should be out having fun not slumming it in his dingy little office.

"Anyways." He continued, "I'm gonna get a sitter for Gabe so he's not distracting us."

"He's not a distraction." You ruffled, feeling like you needed to defend Gabe.

"Maybe not to you." Din smiled. Truth was Gabe wasn't the distraction really. It was you with Gabe that sent Din's mind into a tailspin. Din never had domesticity. He wanted that for Gabe more than everything and his biggest insecurity was that he couldn't provide it. Seeing you with Gabe made him feel like he could. Just the three of you.

It was a dangerous thought. It ran away from him. It transformed. Too vivid. He woke up too many times hard and thinking about you. He could hardly look you in the eye some days, afraid that you'd somehow be able to read his thoughts.

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"This is one of the best year's yet." Din commented halfway through grading. "I don't want to jinx it but I've never seen so many perfect scores."

"That's awesome." You cheered.

"I'm trying to say-" Din set his pen down. "You're the reason why. You're good at teaching. At office hours." Maybe you made Din a better teacher too because he actually looked forward to class knowing you'd be there.

"Th-thank you." You were taken aback by the compliment. He never voiced his admiration before this.

"Yeah. I don't want to pressure you but I'd love to have you help me out next semester too."

"I would love that, Professor!" You felt your heart soar. You loved hanging out with him. Learning from him. Just being in his strong silent aura. And to find you had his approval just made your body thrum with excitement.

A phone call interrupted the moment. Din answered his smile slowly fading.

"Oh no." Din sighed. "I'm sorry. I'll be there in 10. Can you just-no I understand."

He hung up and buried his face in his hands momentarily.

"I'm sorry. That was the babysitter. I don't know if I said but Gabe- he's got a lot of trauma in his past. Apparently he's having a melt down and the babysitter is fed up. Fuck- the third one this month."

"Hey... It's okay. If you need to go-"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll just finish all the tests tonight once I get him down."

"I can finish them. It's my job." You placed an arm over your pile before he could take it.

"I can't let you walk out of here with the tests. It's an annoying ethics thing." He looked around the room as if trying to gather some strength from somewhere. "Would you-I mean- if you're comfortable we can finish up grading at my house. I live close by. We'll be done soon."

"Sure. Whatever's easiest." You agreed. Of course you were excited about finally seeing behind the mask but ultimately you were just concerned about Gabe. Din seemed so stressed and put out. It broke your heart hearing how difficult it was to get help. Gabe was always so easy to play with and manage when he was with you and Din.

You and Din gather the rest of the exams and leave the building side by side. You can see the stress weighing down Din's shoulders, his eyes were trained at the ground. You wanted to say something but you didn't know what so you did something even stupider. You took his free hand, squeezing his palm before letting go. It's going to be okay.

Din startled at the physical contact. Your warm hand sent an electric shock up his arm and brought him back to the present. You were smiling up at him with soft eyes. In the dim campus lighting he told himself- think on the positive. He was going home with you. Even though it was just to grade it felt like a step forward.

The babysitter, a kind older woman, was already standing outside the small brick house with a wailing Gabe in his arms. Din jogged ahead of you taking the boy from her. He immediately quieted down once in Din's arms.

"Thanks." She said. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how to calm him down." Her eyes flickered to you. "He was crying for you. For his mama."

You choked on the air but didn't say anything. Din cleared his throat loudly

"Uh- how much do I owe you?" He asked the babysitter.

"You don't have to. I feel bad I burned out so quick." She apologized.

"It's fine." Din lied through his teeth. "If you change your mind please call me back."

The woman gave an apologetic smile before driving off in her Prius.

Din held open the door for you, Gabe now sleepy on his chest.

"I'm gonna put him down for the night and I'll be right back. We can set up on the kitchen table." He pointed to the right where the dinning room was located.

You took a quick look around the room while he was gone. The table was dusty. The curtains were dusty. There were a few cobwebs on the light fixture. You wondered how long it had been since anyone ate a meal here. You turned on the light and used the back of your sleeve to wipe up all the dust.

"He's down. He must have cried all the energy out."

"Poor thing." You frowned looking down the dark hallway to where he was probably fast asleep.

"Thanks again." Din picked at his sleeve "For being so understanding. i'm still getting the hang of being a dad."

"Of course. You're doing an amazing job. You're a good daddy. He loves you so much."

Din just nodded, swallowing hard when you said 'daddy'. The word peaked something in him that he needed to tamp down fast.

"Let's finish this up." He pulled out his laptop and stack of tests from his bag.

"How about you can start inputing the grades and I'll finish up the rest of the papers."

"Sure." He sat down in the seat next to you. You both worked silently for the next hour, your elbows occasionally brushing as you worked. You finally tossed the pen down triumphantly after finishing the last test, lifting your arms in a stretch that Din thought was the cutest thing ever.

"Done?" He asked, sliding the last test over.

"Yep."

"And..." He inputed it into the grade book. "I'm done too."

"I feel like we need to pop champagne or something."

"Ha are you trying to put me to sleep?" Din chuckled.

"The opposite." You teased, blushing when you thought of the sexual connotation. "It's just- whenever I finish an exam I always call my friend from back home and we drink champagne and catch up."

"That's sweet."

"Yeah. It's fun." You shrugged.

"I think I have some around here if you want." He starts to get up.

"No it's fine." You waved your hand as if to dismiss the idea. It would be inappropriate. Drinking with your teacher. "I was really-" You bit your lip looking down at the dark wood. "I was just trying to find a way to stay longer."

Din's back straightened when he heard that, his brain immediately replaying it, unpacking the tone. Looking for the punchline. The joke.

You stand when he's silent, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You blew it. You just made him super uncomfortable. "I'll walk back."

"No." Din said standing abruptly, the sound of the chair scraping on the floor made you jump. "I don't want you to walk alone."

"It's not that dark. There's street lamps and stuff."

"I mean- You could- we could- fuck it." He went through about a hundred different emotions; first trying to fabricate a reason for you to stay, then nearly blurting out his deepest desire, to finally acting on them. He pulled you by your arms into him before planting his lips on yours. He knew it was wrong. He knew you both could be in trouble but he was tired of going without. Seeing you in his house so comfortable. Telling him he was a good dad. Being mistaken for Gabe's mom. What was a man supposed to do? Your lips were soft and tentative it made him all the more hungry for you.

"Professor..." You panted, breaking away from his lips.

"Din. Call me by my first name." He implored, the silence of the house bearing down on you two. "Unless I- did I misread the situation?"

"No." You shook your head, smushing your lips against him again. He realized after a millisecond of you not moving that you were waiting for him to lead. He felt his chest inflate with pride and his dick start to harden. You trusted him so much. He slowly worked open your mouth consuming that little whimper you let out when he touched your tongue with his. Your hands went to his button up, holding the fastening in your hand but not pulling the shirt open. Waiting for permission again. Good girl... Din thought.

"Not here." Din said pulling away, eyes roaming your flushed face and swollen lips. His. All his. He led you by the hand to the bedroom. The floor creaked and you prayed Gabe wouldn't wake up. Your heart was loud against your ears, a constant drumming. You were burning up in your sweater. Was this really happening?

Din's room was completely bare. A single picture on the dresser with him and Gabe smiling. No other signs of any love. The moonlight coming in through the window was the only decoration. You wanted to change that if he would let you. He led you to the bed, watching for signs that you had changed your mind.

"I want you, Din." You confessed into the dark. "I don't know how to even do that. I'm sorry." You felt like the surge of passion in the dining room was falling apart. You didn't know how to hold it. How to make it sing. You wanted to give him pleasure but you didn't even know where to start.

"It's okay, baby girl." Din held your waist "We can go how slow you want or whatever you're comfortable with."

"That's what I'm saying." You blushed. "I don't know what I'm comfortable with because I've never- i've never done anything."

"Oh..."

"Is that okay?" You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"If you're sure...I want to be your first. I want to make it special like you deserve." You felt something hard and warm pressing against your stomach. You realized with wide eyes what it was. He was absolutely feral at the thought of being your first. Of being the only one who would know your pleasure. He was a greedy man and he didn't have the heart to feel bad.

"I want that too!" You beamed moving in to kiss him again. Now that you knew what it felt like you just wanted to keep doing it. You wanted to feel his scruff make your lips tingle.

"Lay down on the bed, baby girl." Din murmured kissing you gently. "You just let me take care of everything and if you want to stop just say stop."

You did as he said, scooting up on the mattress until your head was resting on his pillow. It smelled like him.

"I've thought about this so much baby girl" Din admitted looking at your young body spread out for him. He was in heaven. "But you're even better than I imagined."

"I-I-" You gasped when you felt his hands trail up under your shirt. "Me too. I've thought about you."

"What sort of things? Tell me." Din asked now curious to hear your dirty thoughts.

"Just-" You squirmed when he reached your bra. "I don't even know."

"Would it make you wet?" Din asked, his dark eyes twinkling. You couldn't believe this was the same man who was so flustered and uncertain moments earlier.

"Yes." You bit your lip feeling yourself get wet even now.

"Innocent little girl." Din purred, feeling his cock throb in approval. "So many dirty thought with no where to go." He started planting kisses up your stomach.

"Only for you."

He shut his eyes at those words. He could hear the honestly behind them. More than lust, he could hear the love. He prayed he could live up to the expectation you had of him.

He helped you strip out of your shirt and pants, doing the same so you felt equal to him. He knelt down between your legs looking up for signs of discomfort there were none. Your eyes were alight with curiosity and anticipation.

He licked you then, panties pulled to the side. And you were so on edge that you came almost instantly however it wasn’t a big peak. It was cut off by his continued sucking. The overstimulation had you whining. You never pushed yourself this far before so you never knew how noisy you could be. You bit down on your finger to keep quiet.

“Oh god… Din...” You moaned quietly, trying to keep your eyes on him. You could feel his rough facial hair against the tender skin. Your hands were laced in his brown locks as you came in full force. Din groaned, as your walls fluttered around his tongue. Din pulled away only to replace his tongue with his calloused fingers.

“You taste like the stars” Din whispered sitting up further and capturing your lips in a wet kiss. Your small noises muffled by his tongue in your mouth. “I gotta get you stretched out for me. Fuck you’re squeezing my fingers so tight, baby. Relax.” Din instructed giving you another kiss. You tried to oblige. Your hands unclenching from the sheet and your abdomen relaxing. You felt him stretch his fingers testing your flexibility. “Good girl.” He cooed nuzzling your neck with his nose.

"Please...Din please." You whimpered rolling your hips with his fingers inside you. You hoped he knew you were pleading for more than just his cock. You wanted him. You wanted to be in his life. You wanted to make him walk a little taller, have a warm home to return to each night. If he let you, you wanted to be his missing piece.

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