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sweeterlovers · 2 months

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LABYRINTH / FERNANDO ALONSO

fernando alonso x female singer reader / SMAU FIC

FACE CLAIM / TAYLOR SWIFT

WARNINGS / badly google translated spanish

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ynupdates in a recent interview for the upcoming release of YN/LN’s feature on vogue, when asked if she has anything coming up YN responded saying, “funny enough i actually have been writing some music lately. so i’m thinking about releasing a song about a special someone” what do we think about this? new boyfriend? new love song? let us know!!

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user7 she served that photoshoot

user2 seriously she ate it up

user07 i’m excited to get the magazine!!

user32 i wonder what the song is about?

user44 well she did say it’s about a special someone soo.. maybe a boyfriend or a friend 🤷🏼‍♀️

user08 well the last time YN has gone public with a guy was in like 2016 with harry styles so it seems unlikely and likely at the same time

user26 her hair looks so good !!!!!

user43 what i’m personally surprised about is that she mentioned her love life. usually YN is very secretive about her personal life so maybe she is very serious about this guy

user082 that makes sense. hopefully the song will give us more details 😅

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yourusername super excited to announce that tonight (may 17th) at 12pm i’ll be releasing a brand new song titles “labyrinth” this song is about a very special someone in my heart 🤍 i hope you all enjoy it (and have fun guessing who it’s about)

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user26 AHHHHH!!!!!

user0052 i’m so excited 😆

user538 who else will be staying up 🔽⬇️?!????

user2 meeee

user06 ME TWO

user03 me threeeee !!!

user87 already taking my nap 😴

user1 she looks pretty

user8 the theme is very lilac yk

user78 AN THE GUESSING GAME STARTS NOW 👏👏👏

user6 can’t wait for the crazy predictions

user53 i’m guessing it’s about a new boyfriend

user51 right but whoo…

user5878 i doubt it’ll be another actor or singer soo maybe an athlete 🤷

user4 labyrinth out tonight!!!!!!!!!!

user70 can’t wait 😝

POST RACE INTERVIEW WITH FERNANDO ALONSO

Interviewer: Fernando congratulations on P2!

Fernando: Thank you! It was a bit tough but we got through it. So ultimately I’m very happy with myself and the team!

Interviewer: Do you have any plans tonight to celebrate? Perhaps some dinner with the team or some partying? Hm?

Fernando: Well I was planning on listening to YN/LN’s new song but after that I may go out to dinner with a special someone.

Interviewer: Special someone? Girlfriend perhaps?

Fernando: Eh we’ll see.

Interviewer: Mysterious as always Fernando.

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fernandoalo_oficial celebrated my podium with the only other person i would want to be with. thank you for all the support from the fans and the team!

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user6 FERNANDO WHAT

user4 i’m not even surprised anymore 🤦‍♀️

user061 i wasn’t familiar with your game

user77 have you seen the man???????

user605 seriously, i’m a married man with kids but i’m gay for fernando alonso ✊

user15 real

user80 a blondeeeee i seee 👱‍♀️

user74 the cartier bag with the flowers 😍😍

user95 seriously tho!! go off mr alonso

user026 i would die for a man to get me that

user186 super cute

lance_stroll congratulations man! you did an amazing job 👏 tell her i said hi as well please!

fernandoalo_oficial thank you lance! she says hello as well 😅

user60 lance what do you know????????????????

user5 LANCE TELL US WHO SHE IS

lance_stroll sorry i’ve been sworn to secrecy 🤐

user520 if i was being sworn secrecy by fernando i would listen, that man scares me

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ynupdates YN has been seen in spain recently!! 🇪🇸 ❤️ any thoughts on why she is spain?

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user6 spain?????

user142 hmmm maybe just a vacation 🤷🏼‍♀️

user9 she looks good

user1 yeah i love her too!! the flowers are cute

user1347 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

user14 i have a theory but i will be called delusional…..

usee096 SAY IT RN! BE DELULU

user365 delulu is in fact the solution

user14 OK FIIINEE! the reason she is in spain is because she is visiting her boyfriend. you may ask why is she visiting her boyfriend in spain? the reason why is because she is dating SPANISH DRIVER FERNANDO ALONSO!!

user5 pls take your meds

user14 i’m right guys don’t even because why else has fernando revealed that he has a girlfriend?? hmmm and on top of that in a recent interview he said that he has been listening to YN!!!

user653 i see your point butttttttt it’s quite far off

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yourusername a year with you my love 🤍 thank you for supporting me throughout my career and my writing and most of all thank you for being my muse 🤍🤍 i love you fernando! your my champion :)

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user6 power couple fr

user674 this is so random lmaoo

user8 i mean yeah but they are pretty cute together!

user22 this makes a lot more sense on why she was in spain

fernandoalo_oficial mi amor y mi tesoro, te amo mucho, eres mi mujer [my love and my treasure, i love you so much . your my woman]

yourusername fernando no words can express my love for you. there is no one else i would rather be with ❤️

fernandoalo_oficial your the only one in my heart ♥️

user55 😭😭😭😭😭😭 so so so so cute

user1 “my love and my treasure” i’m so down bad for them

selenagomez you guys are adorable 🥰

yourusername thank you babe :)))

user51 can’t wait to see them together!

TEAM RADIO / SWEETERLOVERS - thought this would be funny considering taylor’s new song!!!! taylonso will live forever ✊

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marlenesluv · 9 months

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✧.*Masterlist✧.*

Key:

♡ - fluff

☆ - smut

○ - angst

* - social media

:as time as gone on, i have started to write for a lot of different drivers, you can see below who those are. smut is a topic i am attempting to write. my goal is to be able to participate in a smutty event this christmas, so bear with me. when you request, pls tell me what type of fic (smau or one shot) and the driver (unless you want me to pick which is fine too):

(i write for: lando, charles, daniel and carlos mainly. i will also write for: pierre, max, lewis, george, and oscar per request. probably never alex albon tho: i love alex and lily, sry)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Click Here to access my Book Lover Series❣️

➥ Lando Norris:

❒ smau:

moments *♡ (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

part 1: landos posts on his jpg account while you guys are dating

part 2: in which you finally get a jpg account and post your boyfriend and friends

part 3: ?? its a surprise

book lover ♡: you’re a bookstagramer/booktuber and you love posting your books and your boyfriend (taylor swift lovers, same, this is for you)

book lover (part 2) ♡: this is part 2 to the smau above! more posts about books, but you posted a new video with the grid!

tokyo drift ♡: y/n is a formula drift driver, and her fans ship her with f1 driver lando norris.

❒ blurbs:

break ○: lando is on summer break with his gf, but can’t seem to stop training.

➥ Carlos Sainz:

❒ smau:

off the ice ♡: carlos meets his gf, an nhl analyst, and fans are overjoyed as y/n clicks with the grid

rule breaker ♡ (smau + dialogue): y/n leclerc has been dating carlos sainz, which her brother has one rule: to not date his teammate. what happens when she finally tells charles?

doesn’t come easy ♡: y/n is an upcoming scriptwriter for a future oscar winner, but fans don’t like her and her credit is ripped away when her film wins an oscar.

❒ blurbs:

➥ Charles Leclerc:

❒ smau:

hate doesn’t bother me ♡(rude fans): charles and y/n announce their relationship on summer vacation, but fans aren’t a fan of y/n, not that she cares.

welcome to the swamp ♡: cute posts between charles and his gators cheerleader girlfriend.

angel ♡: y/n is a victoria’s secret model dating arber xhekaj, but what happens when cheating scandals arise when she is found with charles leclerc?

nobody knows ♡: y/n is a hollywood actress from brazil, her home and love. but when she visits monaco, charles’ fans start to ship them. what they don’t know, is that their ship has already sailed.

star of the show ♡: y/n, cast member of teen wolf, starts dating charles leclerc, and fans love them together.

uni to paddock ♡: being a university student, reader isn’t able to go to a lot of her boyfriends races. but one day, she decides to go to a grand prix and shock fans.

country feels ♡: reader is a beloved country star, rumored to be dating the f1 driver, charles leclerc. what happens when someone accidentally reveals she has a boyfriend?

lovers to strangers to friends○♡: y/n and charles have been an iconic f1 paddock couple since 2019, but what happens when a rumor spreads about y/n cheating?

tease ♡: charles is away for a race, but his girlfriend misses him and does something that she knows will get his attention.

❒ blurbs:

sick day ♡: you have to cancel your date with charles, but he has an idea.

➥ Daniel Ricciardo:

❒ smau:

keep it private *(suggestive content): daniel and his wife, y/n, post some non-pg things on their instagrams.

keep it private (part 2) *(suggestive content): just some more unhinged comments between you and daniel.

unexpected * ♡: daniel meets a dallas cowboy cheerleader and they become and unexpected couple to fans and friends.

paper rings ♡: reader has a job of drawing and reading, but her partime is posting her boyfriend. (just a cute little book smau lolz)

❒ blurbs:

➥ Max Verstappen:

❒ smau:

better kept secret *(mean fan comments): max meets y/n, who is a little younger, country, and both try to keep their relationship a secret until they snap, and drop a soft launch that fans are not happy about.

christmas is better with you ♡: nyc born reader takes her bf max, who isn’t a big christmas fan, to her home, new york, this christmas.

denial is a man’s bestfriend ♡: max and y/n are teammates, but they fall for each other, resulting in pressure from friends.

❒ blurbs:

puppy love ♡: daniels sister his his best friend have a secret relationship…oh, along with her many doggies.

➥ Oscar Piastri:

❒ smau:

home ♡: oscar and his gf go back to her home, paraná brazil, for summer break, posting a bit along the way.

softies ♡* (smau and fic blurbs) gn!reader: reader and oscar soft launch at the monaco gp, plus some cute oscar being supportive bf.

hard launches only ♡: oscar and his miliatary girfriend hard launch before the singapore grand prix.

teammates roommate… ♡: in which oscar falls for the roommate of lando and max. what happens when lando confront oscar about his little crush?

legos and laps ♡: oscar’s girlfriend is obsessed with legos! and of course he supports her addiction.

sly fox dumb bunny ♡:

❒ blurbs:

stress relief ☆ ♡: oscar’s qualifying doesn’t go as planned, but luckily he has you at home to help him destress.

➥ Pierre Gasly:

❒ smau:

appreciation ♡: pierre loves to post his successful gf, and she loves to post him just as much.

❒ blurbs:

➥ Ollie Bearman:

❒ smau:

going public ♡: reader is carlos sainz’s younger sister who has kept private for a while, but when she suddenly goes public on instagram, so does her relationship with ollie bearman.

➥ Logan Sargeant:

❒ smau:

bad decisions ♡: after logan’s chassis is given to alex, his girlfriend is determined to show him how much she loves him. (this got out of hand and lead to something i hope is cute?)

➥ Lewis Hamilton:

❒ smau:

i’d be blue without you ♡: lewis and his girlfriend always have a lined up schedule with his racing and her shows.

➥ Arthur Leclerc:

❒ smau:

amour ♡: pierre’s little sister and his best friends little brother have their little soft-ish launch online.

➥ Ballerina Series:

❒ This series follows Y/n Albon, Alex Albon’s younger sister, who is a ballerina. She loves posting her life and supporting her brother. But when her teammate quits, she’s left a little lonely. Luckily, Lando Norris is there to befriend her…..

❒ Here’s some little psa abt this series: this is a dialogue and smau fic. i know alex has other siblings but for the sake of this fic, he doesn’t lol. its just more to write. This is a gradual series that i will post on every once and a while, that way i can still post other fics.

part 1 : (posted on my main tumblr, oops)

part 2

part 3

#f1 masterlist

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noxturnalpascal · 2 months

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Follower Milestone🎆🎉🚨

NEVER did I think - when I posted my first story here almost 7 months ago - that I would have 500 people wanting to read what I'm writing. Even more amazing is how many of you I consider friends. Some of you are my mutuals and I talk to you very often if not daily, some of you I see interact with my posts and I appreciate your support, and some of you I haven't gotten to know yet.

I'm not the best with social media - sometimes I introvert and feel like no one gives a hoot what I post so why should I bother - but I'm always here if anyone ever wants to talk about anything. My fics, your fics, other fics, Pedro in general, LIFE in general.

If you're still here and reading this post - I've been wracking my brain over what I should do to celebrate this follower milestone and I honestly can't think of one thing to do. So you can decide!

I've turned on anons so you can: 🩷 - Send me a random Pedro pic and I'll send you one back 💌 - Pop in my Asks and tell me a little something about yourself or ask something about me. Let's get to know each other! 🖼️ - Request a Moodboard (you can look at previous ones I've made under the tag #custom moodboard on my blog) ✍️ - Request a Drabble (500-ish words, any Pedro Character) 👀 - Ask for a couple lines from an upcoming chapter in the works or a sneak peek of a WIP I haven't announced yet 💻 - Recommend a Fic to me that you like (even your own)! Maybe I've read it already and we can chat about it or maybe it's new to me and then I can read it and we can both be obsessed with it.

I hope to hear from some of you, but either way thank you for the support. It's been so fun to write and read with with all of you and I look forward to doing it even more in the future.

#noxturnalpascal #follower milestone #follower celebration #thank you so much

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witchybitchy222 · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader | Satisfaction

You have a date and Azriel wishes it’d been with him. Basically.

Hey y’all! It’s been a long while and I apologize for not only that, but also the quality of this fic… I know it isn’t great, and full disclosure i am not sober while writing this and I did not edit or re read this. If I make a part two I promise it’ll be better LMAO

Before his boots had even touched down on the balcony at the House of Wind, Azriel had been dreaming of his bed. He’d worked nearly 24 hours straight and wanted nothing more than to drift off into oblivion for at least a day.

He’d thrown himself into any and all tasks he could find, trying in vain to keep his thoughts from wandering to you.

Azriel had been yearning for you for well over a century now, and your introverted and private personality meant although he’d known you’d been with other people during the 150 years you’d known each other, he never had to hear about it and therefore never had to go through the pain of thinking about it.

Now, however, you’d decided to start seriously dating and he felt like he was going insane.

You’d been on a few dates recently with the same male, always coming home with a smile, always aughing and blushing with the other females at training as they teased you about him. It was devastating.

Yesterday, you’d all been in the sitting room after dinner, drinking Rhys’s wine and laughing at whatever dumb thing Cassian had done that day, when Mor brought up him.

Azriel had never hated a name like he now hated the name Ian. Ian. The male who had all of your attention as of late.

He silently cursed Mor and her big ass mouth for mentioning your upcoming date. You’d been sitting next to him at the time and he was shamelessly basking in the light of your undivided attention.

“You know,” the blonde had said, “you’ve been seeing each other for three weeks, I think it’s about time you fucked.”

You’d gone beet red at the mention, slowly turning toward Mor with a look that was nothing short of mortified.

“Oh come on,” she’d laughed, looking from your distressed face to Nesta and Cassian barely containing their amusement, “you can’t act like you weren’t thinking it already”

“Maybe! But I wasn’t about to announce it to the whole room!” You’d hissed in her direction as Nesta and Cassian let out their laughter.

Azriel had gone completely still at your admission, his ears ringing and mind swirling with the thought of you touching and being touched by another male. His sudden possessiveness was down right shameful. You’d never seen him as anything but a friend, and he’d be out of his mind to risk that friendship. He had no claim to you and no reason to feel so sick at the thought of you and someone else.

That’s why, as soon as the opportunity presented itself, Azriel had done what he’d always done when his feelings got out of control. He’d isolated himself and focused on what he did best, his work.

Azriel was walking down the hallway to his room when he heard the sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen, knowing immediately that as hard as he’d tried to avoid hearing about your date with Ian, he’d walked right into your post-date debrief with Mor.

“… it can’t have been that bad.” The blonde’s feathery voice floated out, and Azriel stopped dead in his tracks.

He knew better than to eavesdrop on his friends. There was a reason he kept his shadows reigned in at home, he’d heard way too much coming from Cassian and Nesta’s room to ever want to know everything that was going on in that house.

But this time, he just couldn’t help himself.

“It was… boring.”

“Ouch!” Mor cried “that’s probably the worst thing you can say about sex.”

Azriel tensed, now smelling the obvious scent of sex and wine in the air. This was a literal nightmare.

“It wasn’t really sex, just… hand… stuff”

He could practically see your blush as your voice trailed off in embarrassment.

“Still, you shouldn’t be bored when someone is touching you.”

“Well I was. And now I’m all… frazzled. And unsatisfied.”

“ you mean horny”

Azriel could imagine you rolling your eyes at that, cheeks still delightfully pink.

“Fine, Mor. I’m horny.”

Hearing those words come out of your mouth got Azriel more worked up than he’d ever admit, and he decided it was time to stop lingering in the hall and get the rest he needed before he did something foolish.

He readied himself for bed methodically, willing himself not to think any more about you and your current aroused state.

Despite the bone-deep exhaustion he was feeling, sleep wouldn’t come. Azriel lay staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour before giving in and sliding his hand under the covers and palming his already throbbing cock.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wander where it always did, to you. He thought of how that perfect pink blush would look on your face as he kissed and licked his way down your body, squeezing and nipping your skin as he worked his way to your core, he thought of all the ways he would make sure you were more than satisfied. He thought of how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking as you stared up him through your lashes, and it wasn’t long before Azriel was coming undone.

He lay in bed after, and didn’t try to curb his thoughts, allowing himself to fall asleep thinking of you wrapped in his arms.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #witchybitchy222 #mine #azriel x reader #send me asks #azriel #azriel x female reader #acotar x reader

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graneymar · 1 year

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hiii, could you write a fic Neymar X fem!reader, when they have been together for like a year and in a sort of a secret relationship, because she is not a famous but a law student, and they wanted their privacy.

she is like 25 and he is 30, I love reading about age gap( but not too much ofc)

you could write about their couple dynamic (including fluff but also some dirty talk and them flirting like a lot) and then they get caught by the paparazzi, and everyone find out about her. Maybe when they were on vacation or something.

idk if you want, but you could also include insta post?? do what you feel it’s right !!

thank u if you will! And sorry for my broken English, I’m Spanish 💕💕

#5. NEYMAR: ONE NIGHT IN IBIZA

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: some dirty talk

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Our relationship was quite complicated. I was an ordinary law student, studying abroad and was in my last year, so I barely had time to spend with my boyfriend, especially due to preparing for the upcoming exams. Neymar, of course, had a really busy schedule and whenever he had a few days off, he took every opportunity to not only visit me, but also his family in Brasil. All these circumstances led to us sometimes not seeing each other for weeks. But if we got to spend some time together, we made sure we would make the best of it. Apart from that, I decided it would be the best for us if we didn't announce our relationship publicly. I wanted to build my career myself and not be "(Your first name + last name), lawyer and Neymar Jrs girlfriend". I didn’t want my professors and other students to treat me differently just because I was dating a famous footballer. Neymar never really liked the idea of us hiding ourselves from everyone, but he respected my decision and told me he would wait until I was ready. Still, he let everyone know he was in a relationship, which led to the press and his fans speculating about who the lucky woman was. Going out in public, we always made sure we were surrounded by the few close friends that knew about us, so no one would assume we went on dates and such.

In conclusion, I barely got to see Neymar, and when I did, I never really got him all to myself. The only time we finally were able to express our love was when we decided to stay at home alone.

"Meu Deus, can you believe it’s already been a year?", Neymar sighed out as my bracelet caught his eyes. For my 25th birthday a couple of months ago, he got me a golden bracelet with our initials and the date we got together engraved. I shook my head chuckling, "Time flies. It really does." Remembering we only had a few more days in peace together, the big smile on my face quickly disappeared. His brow furrowed. "What are you thinking about again?" I turned around when I felt warm tears in my eyes. "Nothing babe, I'm fine", I lied. We were currently on vacation in Ibiza, now on a yacht in the middle of the ocean. I inhaled deeply, watching the waves as I tried to calm down and not break down in tears. He hugged me from behind and placed his head onto my shoulder. "Can we please enjoy the time we have left together before going back to normal?", he mumbled. I blinked a few times, making my tears stay in instead of rolling down my cheeks. "You're right." I turned my head to kiss his cheek. He put on his sweetest smile before letting go of me, smacking my bum. My body twitched for a second. Neymar cheekily smirked and finally turned around, laying down to continue his sunbathe. Without making a move, I simply stood there and watched him relaxing.

A few minutes later Neymar took his sunglasses off, tilting his head to my direction. I saw his eyes going up and down my body. I questioningly raised one eyebrow at him. "You don’t know how bad I want you right now." Playfully I rolled my eyes. He put his hands on his lap, demanding to come and sit on it. I slowly walked up to him, but instead of doing what he wished me to do, I dropped myself right next to him. He smirked because he understood that was my way of teasing him. It was our thing, he loved feeling like he had to "chase" me. His hands tapped a random beat on my thighs. "You know, there’s a bedroom inside. We could spend some time there until we arrive at the port."

"Mhm", I nodded, "And how do you want to spend the time there?" He chuckled before hiding his face into my neck. Feeling his breath already made me get goosebumps all over my skin. "First of all", he started, whispering in a low-tone voice, kissing my neck slowly, "I'll throw you onto the fucking bed, then rip off your bikini, sliding my fingers into you until you can’t help but beg me to finally push him inside you. And…" My eyes rolled back in pleasure. The things he said, his hands going up and down my body, his lips on my neck with his tongue sometimes touching it. Enough to drive me insane already. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. One thing I hated about Neymar was, he loved turning me on in public. He loved knowing and seeing him how much I needed him. I wouldn’t go into this bedroom with him now and he knew, but this was his kind of foreplay. I now couldn’t wait to get into our hotel room and he was well aware of that. "And the rest is what you’ll get at home after the party tonight." He pulled away and sat up again, laughing at my pissed off facial expression. I groaned in frustration.

"What party are you talking about?" My eyebrows furrowed. "We promised Cris and Bianca we'd go out clubbing with them tonight, did you forget?"

"Oh, right…", I remembered and pouted my lips, "but I can’t wait for tonight." Neymar grinned and pecked my lips quickly. "Quickie as we get ready maybe?" He winked as I giggled.

Said and done. I actually got what I wanted as soon as we entered the hotel room, but we had to keep it short, too short, since we didn’t have much time to get ready anymore.

Before getting to the club, we decided to eat dinner. "How was it on the yacht?", Bianca asked, while Neymar and Cris were talking about some gaming stuff. "Oh Bi, if you only knew! Even though we were in the middle of nowhere and the only people surrounding us was his staff, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed it. Finally going out with my boyfriend alone, it almost felt like an ordinary relationship." When I first met Bianca I was afraid she wouldn’t like or even hate me since she was best friends with Bruna, Neymars ex, but she soon turned out to be the most supportive of us. "I believe so. It must be exhausting only being able to feel like a real couple when being home alone. How long do you want to wait to finally announce your relationship?" I shrugged, "I don't know at all to be honest. Actually, I'm tired of hiding, but on the other side, I don't want all my clients coming to me just because they know me through Neymar. I want them to choose me because they value me as their lawyer, not because I possibly could be privileged thanks to my boyfriend." I didn’t even notice Neymar and Cris stopped talking and listened to our conversation. "But are you planning to go back to Paris after you finished studying or are you staying there? You know, staying there would be beneficial for your career", Cris said. I stuttered and looked around as I was thinking of an answer. I felt Neymars eyes on me and of course, he wanted me to come back to Paris and move in with him after I finished my studies, but Cris was right. This was something I never worried about before. Neymar noticed I was getting nervous and put his hand on mine. "That’s not a topic for today, we have enough time to think about it later", he stated and threw me a soft smile. Bianca and Cris agreed and changed topics.

Entering the club, we had some drinks before finding ourselves on the dancefloor. Whenever Neymar and I danced, we were careful so we would not get too close. Bianca was always jumping in between us when she thought we went too far. However, we had the time of our lives and actually got drunk at some point. I went to the bar to get us some drinks and scrolled through my instagram for you page while waiting, when an article about Neymar and Bruna Marquezine caught my eye. They were writing about how perfect they were, why they broke up, etc. According to them, Neymar broke up with Bruna because she refused to move to Paris for him, she prioritised her own career. My heart stopped for a second the moment I remembered Cris' question. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. How were Neymar and I supposed to maintain our relationship if I decided I would not go back to Paris? He broke up with Bruna after being together for such a long time, no doubt he would leave me too. My breathing got heavier. I tried to organise my thoughts, but all I was able to think of was Neymar leaving me sooner or later. "Are you okay?", the barkeeper asked, placing the drinks right in front of me. I realised tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away rapidly. "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Bianca made her way to me in order to help me with the drinks. I needed to get out of there. "Bi, I'll go home now. I'm not feeling well", I told her. She looked slightly confused and observed me for a few seconds. "Did something happen? You were laughing and dancing like five minutes ago." I shook my head from left to right and grabbed my clutch. "No, nothing happened. I'm just tired and probably drank a little too much", I answered and faked a smile as I stepped away from her after saying goodbye. Right when I got out of the club, I felt someone pulling me back by my shoulder. "Y/N!", I recognised Neymar shouting after me, "Y/N, why do you want to go home? What’s wrong?" I kept looking at the ground, I didn’t want him to see my wet cheeks. "Tired and drunk. Just need to sleep", I shortly replied after swallowing hard. "You are not drunk. At least not that drunk. I know somethings bothering you. What is it? Talk to me."

"Let’s discuss it later, Ney. Go have fun. I just need some rest", I answered and was about to turn around again, but Neymar held me back. "Hey, don’t act like that now. If you're leaving, I'm leaving." I shook my head. "No Ney, please."

"Yes I will, Y/N. If you want to stay mad for I don’t even know what…", he began, but I quickly interrupted him. "I'm not mad, Neymar, at least not at you." His facial expression showed he was completely lost. "If you’re not mad at me, who are you mad at then? Can you now please tell me what happened, did someone say or do anything?" He kept on asking questions until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. "I'm mad at myself because I don’t know if I can give you what you want and this will make you break up with me sooner or later and I hate myself for letting it go this far but I can’t help it because I'm fucking selfish and… and… I just don’t know what to do." Neymars eyebrows furrowed, he was unable to speak and had a hard time understanding what I was saying inbetween the sobs. "W-Why would I… why would I break up with you? Why are you selfish? What the hell are you even talking about?" I sighed out loud. "What was the reason you broke up with Bruna Marquezine?" This question was enough for him to understand what all this was about. "Y/N, that was a whole other story. Bruna kept on promising me things she wouldn’t do. When you and I got together I knew exactly what I was getting myself into - I wanted this, and I still do. We have a whole year to think about what to do and if you decide to go for your career, I will gladly support you. It’s not like you’re making empty promises." I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. "Neymar, I know you want a family, I know you want someone to come home to everyday. I, on the other side, don’t even know anything anymore. I don’t know if I want to go for my career, damn sometimes I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer. But what I surely don’t want is you to waste your time on me when I have no idea what I am doing with my life." His eyes filled with sadness before he hugged me tightly. "Meu amor, you're in your mid-twenties. It’s a confusing time. Some of your friends have their own business, others are married or having kids. No matter what you are doing now, you feel like somethings missing, like you are missing out on something. You feel pressured, I get that. You have to make some of the most important decisions in your life right now, you’re afraid to go the wrong way. But you, my love, are an intelligent, smart, independent woman. I know you will make the right decisions. And no matter what you choose to do, I will be with you." He gave me a short yet passionate kiss. "Being in your mid-twenties is shit, trust me, I know." I quietly chuckled. "Stop talking like you're my grandfather, you're five years older than me." Neymar laughed as he softly wiped my almost dried tears away with his thumb. "All I'm saying is I know exactly what it feels like to think that no matter what you do, it’s wrong. And I want to be the last person to make you feel pressured." Without saying a word, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Te amo", I whispered.

"Eu te amo tanto, Y/N", he remained silent for a moment, "Still wanna go home?" I nodded. Neymar went inside to get our stuff and tell Bianca and Cris we're leaving. Meanwhile, I went on instagram again. "What the fuck", I murmured as I saw myself on my for you page. There were photos and videos of Neymar and me outside the club, hugging and kissing. They had to be taken just a few minutes ago. I turned around to Neymar staying behind me already. "We fucked up. I didn't even check if there were any paparazzi", he said looking at my phone screen. As I refreshed the page in shock, I saw even more pictures of myself. "How did they get those?" "Oh, I have these on my story", Neymar admit. He loved presenting me everywhere, even though he didn’t show my face. I raised an eyebrow at him and checked his instagram story.

"I haven’t even seen these pictures. Why didn’t you show me? They're good." He smiled watching his story on my phone. "You know what will even be better now? Not hiding your gorgeous face anymore." My phone started buzzing. I got endless instagram notifications, Neymars fans following me, liking my pictures and commenting on them. First thing I noticed was most comments were complimenting and congratulating me. "Your fans are fast as fuck." Neymar laughed, "See, they love you already."

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 4 months

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So... a little fic announcement under the cut! (or whatever you want to call this)

There will finally be a new (long overdue) Halloween chapter this week. Some of those who have read the previous chapters, and are loyal readers of my other fics (I love you all), already noticed references and nods to some other fics I've written in the Halloween story. This was obviously all intentional. I haven't updated the Halloween story in a long time and gained quite some followers between now and the last chapter that I posted, and as a new chapter will come sometime this week I just want to give a heads up about how several stories are connected. So, before you read the upcoming chapter, I want to ask you to please read these stories in the following order:

The Vampire of Bebbanburg

The Phantom Of Bebbanburg: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

A Dead Man & his Raven: part 1 (there are more chapters to this fic, but the first chapter is essential to the Halloween fic)

Halloween: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10

There is a little nod to the firefighter fic in the Halloween story, but it is very minor so you don't have to read through all of that ;)

I know this is quite a lot, therefore I won't post any other new fic until the next Halloween chapter is out, so those who want to catch up or simply refresh their memory have a bit of time. Totally cool if you don't do this because it's quite the read, but it'll be even cooler if you did and I'd love you eternally for that :)

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heroesfan101 · 8 months

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Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

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turtletaubwrites · 1 month

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✨1,000 Followers Celebration!!✨

I can't describe how much being part of this community has meant to me. The first fic I posted here was in November in the middle of some major health and life crises (which I talk about in my about me post if you'd like to know), and I honestly don't know how I would have gotten through it without all of your support and encouragement, as well as all the laughs and good times that y'all have shared with me.

It blows my mind that there are 1,000 of you here 🤯🤯🤯 I'm so grateful for all the love, it means the world to me! 🖤🙏🏼

Here's what I've got going on:

I wanted to plan something extra special for this milestone, but y'all have been following me faster than I can write! For the 900 milestone I decided to circle back around to Numbers Game since it was the most requested fic, and I'm so happy that the bad men of the Cross Guild seem to be hitting the spot 😅

WIP Updates

I keep my current and upcoming wips + announcements listed on my pinned Masterlist post, and here's what I've got at the moment:

Numbers Game ~ Part 13 will be out later today!

Current WIPS: Numbers Game 14, and We've All Got Needs 28 Upcoming WIPS: Misty Eyes 6, 1 request, Wrong Side of the Bars 2, a few WAGN extra scenes, and 4 requests that came in while they were closed) Announcements: Requests will remain closed until I complete the next batch of Numbers Game, as well as the requests on my list. I'm sorry for the delay, I keep turning them into multi-chaptered fics! If you've submitted a request, know that it is on my list, and I've already started outlining!

New Fic Rec Masterlist

I have been reading some amazing fics lately, please check out my new Fic Rec Masterlist, and show the authors some love!!

Fic & Personal Playlists

I never made playlists for writing until I was tagged in an ask game, and it was so fun! Typically my brain will only let me listen to the same 1-10 songs over and over for a month or more, lol. So in addition to the fic playlists I'm starting, I've made a playlist of my current hyperfixation songs if you'd like to check in on the sounds looping through my head that week 😅 Plus a dump playlist where I'm slowly adding all the past hyperfixation songs I can remember because sometimes I need to pull one back in when there's a void, lol. I love getting song recs too! This reminds me of hooking up my dingy little ipod nano (that I still have, his name is Desmond 🥰) to all of my friend's computers to steal their music since I couldn't afford to buy my own 😅

TurtleTaub Current Hyperfixation Playlist TurtleTaub All the Fixation's Playlist Misty Eyes ~ Law x Reader Playlist Bend Until You Break ~ Playlist More to come, and feel free to send me song recs, they make me so happy 🥰🎶

Next Fic Poll

To celebrate this milestone I'm going to write one of the requests/wips of your choice that I've got on the books next.

#thank you so much!!! 🙏🏼😭#i'll keep on tapping on this keyboard #i'm sending you all love & hugs & cookies & beverages of your choice #y'all have made my year 🖤🖤🖤#turtletaub talks #follower appreciation #followers celebration #fic poll #one piece x reader

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irregularcollapse · 6 months

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A Storm That Took Everything

Part II of a fic preview to celebrate Damen Love Fest 2023

Day 2 of the Damen Love Fest, and I have the continuation of Chapter I of my upcoming/WIP gothic romance AU, A Storm That Took Everything! This will be a romantic horror focused on Damen (filling the archetypal role of the gothic heroine) and addressing all of the concepts in the fest prompts as core themes! Ongoing caveat that as this is essentially a draft, I may still make changes before it is posted on AO3. These previews are like an ARC for a book 😆 Now! On to the emotional fallout from Damen's conversation with Jokaste...

Part I

Damen shuts the door behind himself, and when it does not shut out the day as well, huffs with annoyance. He pays little mind to the servant who takes his riding jacket and hat, nor to the smells of a rich breakfast no doubt laid for him already. As he trudges up the staircase toward his own room, he tugs loose the cravat which had been looped lavishly around the collar of his shirt that morning. The thin cake of dirt on the soles of his boots, leaving flakes and granules over the carpet, is enough of a reason to re-dress without interruption.

The conversation with Jokaste has set him off-kilter again. Letting the door to his rooms shut with perhaps too much of a slam, Damen works his riding boots free and leaves them in a pile along with his trousers and tie, just inside the threshold. Now in only his shirt, he sits heavily at his writing desk, slumping to put his forehead to the surface. Jokaste’s elusive smiles and feline eyes had once been a source of equilibrium for him. He could often coax himself to calm with mere thoughts of the elegant slope of her shoulders, the soft angle of her jawline. But increasingly of late, she leaves him more unsettled than when she found him. Her way, perhaps, of letting him know that words are not required to communicate that the stagnation cannot continue.

Or, just as likely, a sign of her mellowing feelings toward him. He frowns into the polished wood. She understands, surely, how it would look—if they were to wed before his father regains health. It would seem like they were angling for some sort of favour. Fortifying their own interests at the crucial time.

Damen’s father has been taking a lot of meetings with lawyers. It has been difficult not to notice, and difficult to pretend that Kastor will not have noticed it too. The outcome of any potential will is already set, but Damen has no desire to take more from his brother than he already is. That would be Father’s decision, surely, if Damen were to marry while he is still alive: to provide added security for Damen’s blossoming family, an extra share—siphoned from various coffers, including Kastor’s. It is simply the way of things, a way that Damen has seen before. Granted, in the cases of his school comrades and fellow officers, they had been the eldest and therefore naturally the first to marry.

The truth of the circumstances between Damen, Kastor and their Father will always be recognised legally, if not socially: though they are both Theomedes’ sons, Damen is the one with the legitimacy of marriage behind his birth.

A knock at the door serves to jerk Damen from his contemplation, despite it being one of pronounced timidity. He blinks, feeling bleary, his forehead aching from being pressed so firmly into the desk.

“Come in,” he calls, a hand dragged raggedly down his face as he does so. On turning in his chair, he is met from the doorway by the hopeful doe-eyes of a new servant, a youth with a mop of tousled hair almost the colour of burnished brass. He has an envelope clutched in his hand, already extended, but his feet hit against Damen’s discarded boots before he can properly enter the room and announce himself. He looks down, assesses the pile of footwear and trousers, and his cheeks flood with a noticeable flush even under his olive-toned complexion. It is interesting enough that Damen’s mind stirs, as well as something small in his stomach. He deliberately adjusts his seat, and asks, “What is it?”

The servant raises his stare and sees Damen, obviously trouserless, at his desk. The flush deepens; the brown eyes widen.

“Captain, you have an invitation. That is, you have received an invitation. You have—You have been—An invitation has been sent to you. To the house, for you.”

“You may bring it here,” Damen encourages with an intentional warmth, and the youth carefully steps around the clothes with the envelope outstretched once more. Just as Jokaste had said, an invitation addressed to Damen’s full title and sealed with both wax and ribbon. The seal is unbroken, and the crest is unfamiliar to him; it would surely be notable enough to Jokaste as well, who is more than expert in the field of the noble families of Akielos. Sitting on the hall console as it had likely been, it would have been obvious to her. Then, she would know the sender as well.

“Thank you,” Damen tells the servant, still indulgent, but does not move to open the letter. “You are newly in my father’s employ, are you not?” The brown eyes widen—close, Damen can now see that they are truthfully hazel, not dissimilar to Jokaste’s. Singular, this far south. The servant’s eyelashes, also singular in their length, almost coppery in their colour.

“Sir—Captain, forgive me. I have not been secured in your father’s employ. It was made clear to me that I have been hired in your employ alone.”

“I see.” Damen will not let it show, the recognition of what this means. For the head of staff to be restructuring given the re-allocations toward his father’s care, reasonable. But for new hires to be made with the understanding that they are answering to Damen alone—evidence of groundwork being laid, in preparation for a transference of command over the household. No doubt, the instructions originated from his father’s chamber itself. “What is your name?”

“Erasmus.”

“A strong name. Very well, Erasmus. You may take my boots to be cleaned, and my trousers to be laundered. I hope to see much more of you, and that we will know each other better.” A dismissal if there ever was one, for both their sakes. Damen makes to turn back to his desk and read the invitation, but Erasmus makes a hesitant, halting sound.

“Captain, I apologise. There is another message. A gentleman is waiting in the parlour. He had an appointment with your father, he said, but your office told him that the meeting would be cancelled. He says that he was hoping—He wanted to know if you had a moment to speak to him.” Damen cannot help the sharpness of his exhale. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, feeling his jaw set. With eyes still closed, he manages a nod.

“Very well. I will be down to handle the matter soon. What is the gentleman’s name?”

“He told me that he has come all the way from Vere. His card says that he is the Comte Régis.”

Part III of Chapter I of A Storm That Took Everything will be posted on day 3 of the Damen Love Fest 🖤🖤🖤

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter One (Loki x fem! Reader A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Mist and Fury reimagined with various Tom Hiddleston characters.

You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal.

Word Count: 3865

Chapter Warnings: Blood and sickness, discussions of death and dying. Cursing. Loki is a snarky little shit as always. Foreshadowing. I play with Canon because it's my fic and I can do what I want. Don't like; don't read. I don't like Cora Seaborne and it shows.

A/N: Hi guys! You don't have to be completely familiar with the A Court of Thorns and Roses series to read this, I hope! I hope you like it since it's literally the most unhinged idea for a fic I ever had. Instead of using Thor characters, we're breaking open the Hiddlesverse! But for those of you who are familiar, I've already figured out so far that Reader is Feyre, Loki is Rhsyand, Will Ransome is Tamlin, and I decided Stella is Elain. Initially, Stella was gonna be Feyre but I realized Reader could easily be swapped to be in her position to make it a Reader fic. Thanks to @mochie85 for ideas about characters and the title for this! If you're familiar with the series, I've figured out who the bat boys are, but I've yet to figure out who should be Amren, Mor (my beloved), maybe Nesta (my other beloved), or maybe Lucien. If you have ideas, let me know! I'm glad you guys enjoy this wild idea as much as I do!

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Aldwinter, England. 1884.

“I am sorry to say it, but you have consumption. And it is fatal.”

You froze in your bed. The doctor shook his head. Your heart picked up and you felt a lump in your throat- and this time it wasn’t blood to cough out.

“I know it’s bad news to hear a month from your wedding, but it’s true and you must know it, Miss Y/N,” the doctor continued.

You looked down at your shaking hands. Your jaw hung open.

“You’ll tell my parents…and Will, won’t you?” you asked.

You prayed it wasn’t so. That you weren’t losing your appetite because of sickness but something else. Any other sickness- any other! Just nerves about your engagement and wedding to the local vicar, nothing more. That you were just breathing hard from too much anxiety. You figured perhaps a bad cold as you grew weaker last week. Then Will himself was permitted to roll up his sleeves and press a cold cloth to your forehead, maybe you had influenza. But when you coughed out blood- you might as well have seen your own coffin.

The Doctor nodded.

“I’ll tell your family and the Reverend Ransome. They need to know. I’m sorry, but there is little else to do now but…settle your affairs and wait.”

You lay in that bed. The world spinning around you. Those two words- I’m dying. I’m dying, floating in you.

Good Lord, already about to die! And there was so much! What about the wedding! You were about to live here as a vicar’s wife- how could you die now?

You could hear the crying from downstairs when the doctor announced it.

Dying is quiet. Dying is lonely. Even dull. The most excitement you had was going to the living room and looking out the window. The season had changed to spring. The sun shone out more and beautiful flowers flourished. But you could not go out and smell or even pick one. Out to the countryside, and the white buildings. And the white church- where once it would be your wedding and, in a way, a second home post-marriage. Now it only stood as a reminder of the only ceremony you’d be involved in next was a funeral. When it became too much, you would move back to your bedroom. To your sickbed-your deathbed.

You laid in that bed looking up at Will as he paced about in his black sweater that afternoon.

“What is it? Is it me?” you asked.

“There’s…there’s going to be a dance tonight…” he announced.

You shrugged in your bed and then made a little laugh.

“Oh, Will! Go on and go! Dance away! Have a little fun for a while!”

“But if you should die?”

“I’m sure father will get you! Go charm all the ladies like you do in your fine suit! Dance with them! Dance with Stella, Violet, Clara- Go dance with Cora, even!” you said.

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes! Go dance with the new widow and enjoy yourself for a night!” you encouraged.

He nodded, said his goodbyes, and then left.

Each day, you wanted to cry from watching out the window. Taking it all in- each minute getting closer to the last as your body shook with every bloody cough.

Hours became days. Days became weeks.

Oh, how little you took for granted! The beautiful sloping hills! The sound of the ocean right by the town! To never watch the flowers bloom in spring! To never watch the snow when it drifted down or complain about the summer heat. To never see another Christmas or Easter or any celebration ever again!

You saw walking by the people you got to know and love. Yes, even Mrs. Cora Seaborne- she moved in with her tiny son not long after your engagement. You could see her grey cloak and the way she turned her chin up in pride when she passed by other ladies, going about her “experiments” without a corset on. You heard her talk about her dislike of wearing them-even though you knew corsets were perfectly functional and comfortable. Did she know you didn’t have to tight lace? That you had to wear a slip beneath it? You saw women bike with them and pictures of female athletes with them. So why couldn’t she?

You took note of every teary visit from friends, family, and neighbors who heard. But not to see them- nor any of your other friends…Then oh! You wouldn’t see your closest friend! Dear Stella! To never see her smiling in her garden again! To never more help add to her collection of blue items! To count them in her little brown boxes! Her stones and pillows and flowers and spools and go over the most interesting gossip in the town with her! You took note of any personal blue items you had to be left to her after you were gone.

But you would watch her go about, waving to you. You would watch and observe anyone else passing by your town from that window for hours.

Since your diagnosis you have been left alone often. Your parents slept over at a neighbor’s house. There were visitors, but they did not stay long. The risk of infection, they said. You spent your days isolated, dressed in your nightgown and tea robe, your engagement ring glittering on your finger.

But there was one sight you were not used to seeing.

A stray black cat. No one went up to claim him as their pet. Many people shrugged it off. Some smiled at it and then walked that way.

You were not used to seeing stray cats in Aldwinter. One would think it was a common sight. There were farms and wildlife. People kept pets. Even your fiancée took his dog out to frolic around. But a stray cat wandering around? No, everyone knew to keep their pets inside. Lest they be taken by a large bird of prey or wander out into the wild for all sorts of nasty things to happen to them.

Beneath your blankets on your cushion, you couldn’t help but notice the black cat on the street. You leaned closer to the window to where your breath fogged the glass. A smaller black cat- lean but shiny in his fur. He had big green eyes and long whiskers. He looked around. He liked to go up to people and follow them. Sometimes he stared and meowed at people. He would wander away and then return. Often, he looked at you from your window.

The poor cat. It hadn’t eaten anything all day. It must have been starving.

You went over to the set that had your tea. There was a saucer full of milk. Slow but constant, you walked over to the kitchen to a bowl. You poured the milk in it. Then you walked outside.

“Here kitty-kitty,” you urged, offering the bowl. Clicking your tongue to lure the cat closer.

With a cheerful meow, the cat trotted up to you. He raised his tail straight up in friendliness. He sat down and began to lick the milk. Each little scoopful from the pink tongue that shot from his soot-colored face. But his loud purrs could not lie. You went back into the house. When you returned, you had a small plate with scraps of meat. The plate was filled up, especially since your appetite lowered with the consumption.

“I think you might be hungry too,” you said.

The cat meowed in response and began to eat the meat. Then he went up to you, rubbing against your legs and purring. Then he stretched up his front paws against your skirt. Full of fondness, he blinked slowly at you. You leaned down and found he let you pick him up. A feral cat wouldn’t let you do that-then was he an abandoned pet?

“Oh, poor little thing!” you cooed, settling him to rest over your shoulder like a baby.

He continued to purr, not struggling to get out. Then he curled up like a baby in your arms.

“You’re a sweet fellow, aren’t you? And quite handsome too!” you cooed.

You scratched the top of his head.

“I’ll make sure to feed you. Or maybe you could stay with me …” you offered.

He perked up, eyes intend on you.

“I’m not sure what Will would think of a cat staying with us- you’ll have to share with a dog. Maybe I could talk to him into it. You could live with us once we’re married…” you spoke out loud to the cat.

Then a cough rattled your body, you lifted an arm to it. Then when you lowered it, you saw blood on the sleeve.

That is…if you lived to be married at all.

You set the cat down and he hopped. Then he stood and looked at you, slowly blinking. Then, with a lifted tail, he trotted away. So much for having him in the house- but at least then it wouldn’t reek of cat excrement.

The cat did not return throughout the night or the next morning. Perhaps he was exploring the wild. But you left a bowl of milk and some meat scraps in the kitchen just in case. But the further the day went, the weaker you felt. Then you realized it was a struggle to get out of bed-your weakness tripled today. Your body burned with a fever, but you stayed beneath your blankets. You coughed out constantly into a handkerchief. And when you took it out, you saw blood in a puddle in the cloth. Your own life trickling out with every drop. You laid back down on the bed, but despite your exhaustion, you were unable to sleep. To think-this was it. You were going to die now. This was the end- and you wouldn’t be comfortable and surrounded by those you loved. You would be alone.

Dear heavens above…please…someone…anyone…help me…

Then you heard a sound.

A meow.

Turning your head up, you saw the black cat. The same one. And you kept your door shut.

“How’d you get in here?” you welcomed, though the sound came out like a wheeze.

Then you laid back down, giving into another bloody coughing fit into your handkerchief.

Then a voice- smooth, rich, and lilting and familiar spoke.

“Why, it’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

You paused. Then you began to turn your head around. You saw no soul save the black cat sitting on the floor.

“Who’s there?! Who?” you called out.

There was a flash of green light. It was so bright you squeezed your eyes shut. But when you opened, before you was a man.

A man who wore the strangest clothes you ever saw- green and black robes and pants made of leather and bits of hard gold armor around it. Even something like coat tails draped behind his legs. But you couldn’t deny he was the most beautiful man you laid eyes on- ivory skinned and raven hair that fell to his shoulders. A high forehead and cheekbones with soft blue eyes.

“Hello there, Y/N,” he greeted.

You pulled up your blankets to your chest- a man seeing you in only your nightgown? You might as well have been naked!

“Is…is this a joke?! Is someone playing tricks on me?!” you turned around. Maybe an old friend would pop out of a door and cry “surprise!” No one did.

“Oh, I may be a trickster, but it’s no joke…” he replied.

“How did you turn into a cat?”

“Being a magician and god of mischief has it’s perks,” he replied.

“A-a god?! I thought there was only one God!” you repeated incredulously.

“Well- let me introduce myself. I am Loki, God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard.”

Your grip on the blankets grew tighter. You felt yourself run cold despite your fever.

“This…this is a dream,” you dismissed.

He half-smiled.

“I may look like a ladies dream- but no, Y/N my dear- this is quite real,” he answered.

“Have…have I been praying to the wrong deity this whole time!?” you cried.

He sauntered two steps closer to you.

“I don’t usually receive prayers. But I hear yours- yours are pretty clear…” he said.

He looked down at the bloodied handkerchief in your hand. In one corner were more handkerchiefs- all full of blood.

“You are dying.”

“Never heard that before,” you scoffed.

He smiled at your words and then continued.

“You will die very soon. Maybe in a week. Maybe in a day.”

He looked down at your hand, cocking an eyebrow at the shining ring on your finger.

“And it’s far too bad the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter will never have his bride! A perfect lady to the perfect priest for his perfect ministry in a perfect town and a perfect life.”

“What do you want from me!?” you prodded.

He tilted his head, keeping his smile.

“Is this how you speak to someone trying to help you?”

You clutched the blankets further over your nightgown.

“Help me?! You’re here for my-my-my body! I heard all the stories of pagan gods like Zeus! I know what they do to mortal women!”

He chuckled “I am a Norse deity, darling. And your vicar- this Will Ransome- is far more of a Zeus than I am.”

“What are you talking about? Whatever! It doesn’t matter- Loki, Do I have to sleep with you to save myself?”

He smirked.

“How very tempting. But no.”

“You wouldn’t make this without wanting something for yourself!” you spat.

With a flick of his wrist, he moved a chair in your room to scoot forward by your bedside.

“I am only here to help you- like I said. You know I have magic to do so. I just turned from a cat to a rather handsome bloke resembling your dear Lusty Vicar right before your eyes, hmm? Have you thought of what else I could do?”

“What can you do?” you asked.

His eyes widened as he sat down to see you, looking into your eyes. He kept his mischievous smile on his face.

“I can heal you.”

“Completely?!” you cried.

“Yes, my dear Y/N. You gave me your milk and food. So, consider it as a thank-you for your generosity.”

Though you leaned forward, you paused. These things were often too good to be true. You would not be fooled. And if he was really a fairy, like some say would wander about the forests- this would have a price. One did not enter a deal with them lightly.

“What is the price? This cannot be freely given,” you dismissed.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement of your words.

“Ah, someone who knows the way this works, I see. As if I ever doubted you. The spell, to go through and heal the person…the healed person must live with the spellcaster for one week out of the month.”

You crinkled your nose.

“Live with a man? I might as well be your whore!” You accused.

His smile never faded.

“Perhaps that’s what they’d say of you- but at least you would be a healthy whore,” he quipped back.

You felt a cough trickle your throat and you swallowed it back to ask him further.

“Where do you live?”

“In another realm, in Asgard- it’s rather like your time and place. Same old-fashioned attitudes about women. Only with much larger castles and higher buildings. But you will be safe and soundly returned to your world and wait for the next month.”

“Does it have to be every month? Could it be every year?”

“It must be every month.”

You tried to sit up. Then you felt his hands position you to sit up-leaning against the headboard. You glanced at him, seeing his features grow gentle about helping you. Then you crossed your arms and shot him with a glare. You would not lower your defenses to him easily- even if he was some kind of magical god!

“Make it three days! No- one!” you insisted.

Loki shook his head.

“It is one week. Or you can kiss your life and your precious priest goodbye.”

You took in a shuddering breath. Your own lungs weakening by the seconds, and it sounded like a wheeze.

“No one’s going to believe me! What shall Will think? What will my parents or his think?” you fretted.

“Why do you care what Will thinks-what anyone thinks! Your own thoughts should be what matters. What do you think, Y/N? It is your choice…would you like to die of consumption? Or live your life as normal and planned…and just take a little trip every month.”

You coughed again. Again, there was blood. You crumpled the handkerchief into your fist, never lowering your eyes off his.

“How will…anyone believe me? How am I going to explain this to them?” you fretted.

“You will tell them the truth…”

You lowered your hands, grabbing your blanket into a fistful.

“That I’m living with a man from another world?! Other than the one supposed to be my husband?! Go to hell, scoundrel!” you cursed.

“Such talk from a Victorian lady! Much less one betrothed to a Holy man!” Loki chuckled.

“Sounds like you've never talked to an actual woman before. Even ladies can fight back when we have to!” you argued.

“If you wish it- such a pity I offered to save your life and you couldn’t accept it. Oh, well- it is your fate and your decision…” Loki said.

He got up from the chair. A swirl of green light began to swirl, starting from his boots and going up, up- he was already beginning to fade.

You rattled. You could feel life slipping out of you. Minute by minute. Slow and painful. You would never enjoy life in its simple beauty again. You would never see your family again. You would never see your friends again.

And you would never marry Will. And he would be alone, left to mourn you for all his days.

You didn’t want to die like this.

And for Will…for Will, you would sell the clothes on your back. This was the unbridled nature of love. For Will, you would walk across hot coals. For Will, you would jump into the ocean near the town. And for Will, you would make this deal with this devil.

“Wait!” you shouted, lifting a hand to stop him.

The green swirls dropped, melting like mist in the sunshine. Loki turned to you, his head tilted and his eyes with a glint in them.

“Do the spell. Make it happen. I’ll stay with you for a week every month,” you said.

He smiled.

“Excellent.”

He walked forward. Then he opened his large, white hand.

“Give me your hands, Y/N, my dear. This might hurt for a bit,” he warned.

He returned to the chair by your side. You reached over and eagerly grabbed his hands with both of yours. He closed his eyes. Green light surrounded around and over you. It filled and surrounded your room in an emerald glow. There was a sound of roaring wind that filled your ears. Pain seared your body and you let out a shout out of instinct. It filled up your body- surging from your forehead and toes until it centralized to your lungs.

But it was only for a few seconds.

Then it stopped.

Loki was still smiling as the green light swirled down to you and faded with the pain. Taking in a breath, it was deep and free from pain. You felt no urge to cough, and your limbs did not feel weak. Your head had cleared.

When you glanced down at your hands, they each had a black mark on them- a small star. When you tried to rub them off, they remained. It wasn’t ink.

“What’s this?” you asked.

Loki folded his arms and shrugged.

“You didn’t ask! But I shall explain- a reminder of the spell and your promise. But I see that the lovely color of your face has returned! Now…can you get up?” he asked.

You found you got out of bed easily. Your belly rumbled for want of food- your appetite had returned. You breathed in deep-your lungs as normal again. When you took a glance in the mirror of your vanity, you saw that indeed your face looked as it had before you fell sick. Loki walked over to look at your reflection too, just from behind you.

“How do you feel?” Loki asked, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

“Like…like myself again…” you dazed, astonished at the transformation.

You turned around to see him. He was only inches away from your face. Then, just as any gentlemen, he took your hand and kissed you right on the star. You hated how flustered and giddy it made you feel.

“Wonderful. My job here is done. I shall see you in a month, Y/N darling…” Loki promised.

He became a gleam of green light and then vanished.

Like a newborn fawn, you became used to having strength in your legs. You stretched them. You got dressed in your normal clothes- a shift, corset, petticoats, bustle, and a green dress. Then got to the kitchen. You found you were hungry again. You boiled a kettle for tea and began to pick off fruit from the bowl. Then you selected a slice of bread and ate it with the fruit, as well as gulped down all your tea. Not a crumb or sip was left.

There was a knock on the door and in walked your parents. They lowered their jaws to see you sitting at the dining table with the empty platter.

“Y/N! Why aren’t you back in bed?” your father asked.

“I feel…I feel…I feel fine. I feel good,” you said.

They ran to you. Your father pressed a hand to your forehead and felt that it was cool. He stayed with you as your mother fetched the old doctor. After he examined you, his jaw dropped. He took off his glasses, polished them with his jacket, and then put them back on. He re-examined you and then turned to your parents, his face turning white with shock.

“There’s no cure for consumption. But all her symptoms. They vanished. We’ll keep an eye on her but…she is a healthy woman.”

“Surely, you gave her no medicine without telling us!” Your mother cried.

“No…none!” he said, taking off his glasses in shock.

“Oh, it’s a miracle! Please- someone fetch Reverend Ransome from his duties! He must know this!” your mother cried as she reached over and hugged you.

Your father hugged you too.

“Why- just in time for the wedding next month!” he said with a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. But out of joy, not sadness this time.

They released their hugs and buzzed about to announce the news. The three words repeating out of all of them like excited parrots.

“It’s a miracle!”

Looking down, you saw the black stars on both of your hands. You would wait until the time was right. The time to explain the price that came with your miracle.

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

tagged by the love @dear-massacre uwu

Words and Fics

According to AO3: 295,177 words posted, however, I did a lot of art for events this year, so this number isn't wholly accurate.

I actually wrote and posted 122,354 which is actually WAY more than I thought I did?

1 fandom represented: Teen Wolf (but I'm a multi-shipper, so many ships hehe)

Most Recent Drop: TECHNICALLY mu submissions to @sterekreversechallenges's past participant server event, 1000 Cakes, but the work featured is still anonymous, so I can't count it here.

Most Recent Drop (readable): 'My Whole Life is a Reference to the 1995 Hit Movie Clueless and I Still Don't Know the Plot' by Fall Out Boy (Stackson, T, 2k)

Longest Fic according to my stats page: Yoda Said It Best by @okdeannawrites (Sterek, E, 99k+) (I did the illustrations)

Longest Fic I actually wrote: Under My Skin (Stackson, E, 59k+)

Top Fics by Kudos (I'm including 6 because 1 of my top 5 isn't mine lol)

Grandma, What a Big Dick You Have! (the better to fuck you with my dear) (Sterek, E, 5k+)

Yoda Said It Best (Not my fic) (Sterek, E, 99k+)

Higher Education (you can confess when you're stone-cold sober) (Sciles, E, 6k+)

Under My Skin (Stackson, E, 59k+)

Daisies and Daffodils (You Make Me Smile) (Sterek, T, 3k+)

Thirsty (Stiles/Scott/Derek, M, <2k)

My fandom fic events in 2023

I THRIVE on events. They've been absolutely integral to my ability to write fic this year, and I'm really proud of what I've done. That said - I absolutely participated in WAY too many. There are a number of fics that I was involved with that don't show up in my ao3 stats and that's okay! I'ma just... list them out akdjhgk

7 fics (or 13,394 words) this year were posted for the Stiles Shipping Server's monthly ficlet exchange.

2 fics and 4ish art pieces were done for the @stacksonreversebang

1 fic was written for the Sterek VDay Exchange, but my participation was revoked.

1 art was posted for @stetervalentines2023

3 arts and 1 podfic were posted for the @steter-bang

1 fic was posted for the @teenwolfminibang

1 art was posted for the @teenwolfminibang

1 item was posted for the @sterekreversechallenges 1000 cakes event

2 Major arts and uh at least 4 minors arts were posted for the @wipbigbang

1 fic (and my longest solo fic ever) was written for the @wipbigbang

1 art which is not currently posted but will be revealed by the end of the year is for the @stereksecretsanta

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

The first thing that's going to be 'posted' is the Sterek Reverse Challenges 1000 Cakes anonymous work, which will be revealed Jan 6th.

Events:

Stiles Shipping Server monthly ficlet exchange - many more months will be participated in again

@sterekposevents - probably gonna write smth for this next year (stares forlornly at my unfinished summer wip)

If the Stackson Reverse Bang runs again, I will absolutely participate in that, but i will definitely not commit to 4 projects!!!!

Absolutely the next go around for Sterek Reverse Challenges!!! I love reverse bangs (and bang in general)

If I do the Steter bang again I will not sign up for as many projects because I did too much all at once and it was stressful.

I will likely participate in at least 1 vday event and at least 1 santa event. (:

There is one event I will definitely be participating in but the event itself has not been announced yet so I won't talk about it... publicly. If you're into Sterek and Events you can DM me for Spoilers though~ ;*

Projects:

Addabge Dmaddiage - Sterek MedFantasy Omegaverse Arranged Married Dark-ish fic. Currently Writing

Higher Education 2: Electric Boogaloo - I already have over 2k written, I just need to finish it.

Vampire!Stiles Sterek fic, which I will hopefully be doing for one of the events

Stackson MedFantasy Bastard Prince x Freedom Fighter AU

New! Sex for Work - Sterek office sex AU: Next chapter and/or Rewrite and/or Finish (low priority)

Sciles in Ancient Greece - this is possibly more of a long form poem than fic? We'll see how it goes ? low priority

Rules, Tags & Rambling below the cut!

I technically have a massive list of WIPs and Prompts I am constantly working from. I pick the ideas when they feel happy in my brain for "free time" writing - I actually meant to work on the office sex AU for the month of december but got whacked upside the head with Addabge Dmaddiage. UMS was my FIRST "long fic" ever so I am... feeling really, really invigorated.

in 2021 I climbed out of my writing hole where I hadn't written seriously in over a decade. That year, I wrote and shared 22,418 words by myself, and wrote half of a 69,599 (incomplete, part 1) role-play fic with a friend. At the start of 2022, I watched teen wolf for the first time because @sinnabon-cosplay is a menace and can't be stopped. It lit an absolute FIRE beneath me and I lost all control of my life. I started writing and drawing with a wholly renewed fury. I started doing way more events and wrote and posted 40,247 words. At the end of the year, I thought to myself - wow, wouldn't it be cool if i doubled my word count again? 80k? haha, that probably won't happen though. I'll be excited if I write and post 60k.

YALL. I wrote and posted 60k in ONE FIC. I wrote and posted over 120k?????? that's INSANE to me. I haven't had that much drive to create since I was in high school.

Teen Wolf is like... fixing my brain chemistry. I feel so invigorated.

Despite some setbacks with some REALLY unfortunate Sterek fans at the start of my experience here nearly tanking my creative drive, I've managed to stay on track without totally losing my love for the ship because of some rotten eggs. Shoutout to all my homies keeping the space worth hanging around in. I appreciate yall so much <3

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Tags: No pressure ANY time from me, i love you I appreciate you I like sharing with you. Don't wanna play, don't worry about it <3 @clotpolesonly @lucky-bishop @adrianfridge @sinnabon-cosplay @okdeannawrites @foofsterwolf (Sorry i panicked and couldn't remember if u posted FIC on ur main or just original so i tagged ur TW even tho this doesnt have to be TW related) @just-another-busy-fangirl-writes @lavender-lotion

#my writing #sterek #teen wolf fanfiction #tag meme /#tag game /#long post /

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old dan x amy fanfiction

I'm trying to flex my rusty fanfiction writing muscles, and going through old files I found this old Dan x Amy story that I never finished. It was a fill-in-the-gaps fic set between S2 and S3 and the tentative summary was : "The two months between seasons two and three, or, the story of how Amy and Dan went to Mike’s wedding together." I always thought this was a kind of interesting period in the relationship...by the end of S2 Dan and Amy have clearly settled into their banter-y "work spouses" relationship and they start S3 literally attending a wedding together. But at the same time, they are also in open competition for the role of campaign manager...I was always intrigued by in the dynamics of that transition. Anyway, I never finished it--it got very long and unwieldy, surprise surprise--but if there are any old Dan/Amy fic readers still out there I thought I'd post the first few pages here. There's quite a bit of general ensemble banter as well, related to Mike's wedding. Enjoy!

The morning after they learn that POTUS (officially, cross his precious heart, no turning back now) will not be running for a second term, Dan comes into the office with a giant stack of paper and starts piling it ostentatiously all around his desk.

“What is this? Some sort of political mating ritual? Are you building a nest egg?”

“Well now you wouldn’t know enough to say, would you, Amy?”

Unfortunately, Amy doesn’t have a good response immediately—she was up until 2am brainstorming campaign strategies, and she knows Dan was up until at least 1:45 because they were texting ideas back and forth until then—so she just returns to her coffee and Post headlines and ignores him while he bustles around trying to make as much noise as possible.

Selina comes in late, trilling with brittle laughter and smiling manically—Gary trails her, looking mildly repulsed and mutters “Andrew” in Amy and Dan’s general direction. Amy grimaces and adds “figure out a way to get rid of Andrew permanently” to her list of things to do before the campaign starts. She wonders if it would be considered a misuse of government forces to have Special Ops just take him out.

Andrew notwithstanding, the mood in the office is better than it has been all year. Mike whistles when he gets back from the press gaggle and Dan doesn’t immediately tell him to shut up. People actually use the world “please.” Amy’s fully cognizant something is going to blow it all up soon, but for now, she’ll let them enjoy the first morning in a long time where they don’t have to feel bad about the trajectory of their careers.

At the morning strategy meeting, they talk about the best way to move forward until POTUS announces he won’t be running, discuss events to add to or remove from the public schedule in light of the upcoming campaign, and at the end of the meeting Dan brandishes his giant stack of paper and announces: “Ma’am, it’s time for you to publish your book.”

“Oooh!” Gary exclaims. “A book! Can I be in it?”

“You’re definitely not in it, Gary.”

“Yeah, Gary, what would you be doing in my book?” Selina demands, and Gary slinks back into the corner. “Dan, is it really the right time for this kind of political kabuki?”

“We need to lay the foundation for your presidential run in a non-threatening manner by reintroducing you to the public in a way that subtly separates you from POTUS. A book tour is the best way to do that, and unfortunately, ma’am, we need a book for a book tour.”

Amy regards him suspiciously: he’s doing that thing where he appears to sincerely care about his job. This is always cause for deep concern.

“Ma’am, do I have to write a whole book now?” Mike asks, looking forlorn. Dan glares and unceremoniously dumps the stack of paper in his lap. Mike grunts. “What the fuck do you think this is, Mike? Your obituary?”

“Wait, you’ve already written it?” Amy exclaims, completely non-plussed. “Since yesterday?”

“Please Amy.” says Dan, looking superior.

“Well Dan, I’ve got to hand it to you…it looks like I won’t have to write a single word myself, which is, obviously, the ideal.” Selina’s already flipping through the chapters, looking interested in spite of herself (then again, it is a book about her).

“It’s basically written, ma’am, we’ll just need to do a few informational sessions about your political career and personal life, to add in some expository information.”

“That sounds excruciating.” Selina sighs. “But if you think it’s absolutely necessary…”

“I promise you that I will make the experience as pleasant as possible.” Dan smiles the smile he gives rich political widows and young women with babies. Amy gets a very bad feeling in her stomach.

“This is a trap but I can’t figure out how.” she mutters to Mike, and he just nods bleakly.

~*~

Everyone’s about to disperse when Mike calls out casually “Oh yeah, if everyone could finalize their RSVPs to the wedding by Tuesday, that’d be great.”

The silence he is met with is deafening.

“…what wedding?” Amy finally ventures.

Mike looks at her. “My wedding.”

“To who?”

“Whom.” Gary corrects, and then flinches as Dan glares at him.

“My fiancée.” When they all look blank, Mike says, in a more annoyed tone of voice “You guys, we got engaged three months ago! We sent the invitations right after!”

“Mike, I have matters of global significance to attend to that are infinitely more important than your personal life. Infinitely more important.”

“And who checks their mailbox in the twenty first century?” Dan muses.

“Hey, I do!” Gary pipes up. “I knew you were getting married, Mike.”

“Sue!” Amy yells out. “When’s Mike’s wedding?”

“June 17th.” Sue reports promptly from her desk. “It’s tentatively on the veep’s schedule.”

“Jesus Christ,” exclaims Selina. “You scheduled your dumbass wedding right as prep for the primaries take off. Really, Mike?”

“Yeah, Mike.” Dan echoes sycophantically.

“It’s not like we knew you were going to run, ma’am.”

“Okay.” Amy clears her throat. Everyone falls silent. “Congratulations. Who is the…who is the woman?”

“Wendy Collins. She’s a fashion reporter for the Post.”

“A journalist?!” Selina explodes. The morning goes downhill from there.

~*~

Amy sends an intern home to sort through three months of unopened mail and retrieve Mike’s wedding invitation. The intern comes back with a lavender invitation printed with navy sail boats.

“I can’t tell if you’re having a boy or getting married.” Dan snarks.

“Oh my god, Mike, don’t you fucking dare have a kid.” God, a kid, can you fucking imagine, Amy would sooner slit her wrists. “I’m not getting stuck with just Dan on the campaign trail, he was the worst press secretary since whoever’s job it was to manage Hoover’s image.” Dan gives her the finger behind Selina’s back.

“I suppose it wouldn’t play well with the public if I didn’t attend my own press secretary’s wedding.” Selina sounds like she would rather do literally anything else.

“Cheer up, ma’am. It’s entirely possible there could be a nuclear stand-off or a global health crisis that will require your attention.” Sue replies stoically.

“God, here’s hoping.” Selina stalks back into her office.

“I don’t know why you’re all so cranky, I love weddings. Sue, put it in big, bold letters so we make sure to schedule around the day.”

“I think I can do my job without your input, Gary. ”

“Gary!” Selina shouts from her desk. “I need some caffeine before my meeting with the Speaker, and if I could get it, you know, before I die…”

“Coming, ma’am.”

~*~

“So when did you actually write this?” Amy asks Dan, later that afternoon. He’s commandeered the white board and is writing words like inspiration and reflection all over it in big letters. “Seriously. Even you cannot bullshit this fast.”

“Oh, Amy.” Dan smirks. “Sweet, innocent Amy. You think this book is original? I’ve got ten different versions of it. You just change the background information depending on the politician, and boom—instant book.”

“So you’re just mindlessly reproducing soft bullshit narratives that appeal to the lowest common denominator of the American electorate.”

“Yep.” replies Dan, gleefully. “And it’s going to get her elected.”

~*~

A week after they learn about Mike’s wedding, Gary mopes into the office looking like a drowned possum. Selina’s in an endless meeting with the HUD secretary, and he spends the entire morning sighing dramatically over his desk until Sue finally snaps and asks him what’s wrong.

“Dana and I had another fight….” he lowers his voice, “…about Selina.”

“Dana who?” asks Dan.

“I really feel like we all need to get better at remembering information about each other’s personal lives.” Mike complains.

“We absolutely do not.” Amy contradicts.

“It’s all right for you, everyone knows you’re dating Ed because he already works for Selina.”

“Yes, and I really regret that fact.” Also she’s not entirely sure they’re still dating, but she’s sure as hell not going to mention that in front of Dan.

(It has become a-moment-to-which-they-do-not-ever-refer, when Dan had asked her to “grab a bite” after Catherine’s party, whatever that had meant and she couldn’t, because she had a date with Ed, and then Dan got inexplicably wasted with Jonah at Catherine’s make-up birthday dinner and they bonded over acting like jealous Neanderthals. But then the next day Dan called Jonah a malformed super-alien who emerged from leftover godzilla jizz, didn’t mention Ed, and everything went back to normal.)

“So what happened with you and Dan?” Ed asked, the next time they went out. “Did you, like, break his heart or something?”

“He…really hates Boston.” Amy mumbled into her whiskey, and then wondered what the fuck she was doing making excuses for Dan Egan.

So anyway, they don’t talk about it.)

“Can we focus on me, please?” Gary’s demanding loudly. “Dana’s so mad that I’m still working here. She won’t even let me touch the cheese anymore.”

“So quit.” Dan suggests, sweetly.

“Dan,” Amy says warningly. Selina would have a fucking meltdown.

“Nice try, Dan.” Gary spits. “Selina already told me I can’t.”

“So break up with Dana. She stole Selina’s lipstick and leaked your precious code to the press. She’s obviously trying to destroy your career.”

“You have to be a man about it, Gary.” Sue tells him. “I know it’s an unfamiliar concept.”

Gary agonizes all day. Mike ends up taking him out for a drink after Selina’s left for the evening. They come up back absolutely shit-faced around nine in the evening with the news that Gary is now officially Mike’s unofficial wedding planner.

“How much did you have to drink?” Amy asks, disgusted.

“Two margaritas.” Gary giggles. “And we decided on yellow as an accent color for the wedding.”

“Wow.” says Dan. “I didn’t even know it was possible for you to be even less than a man than I thought.”

“Dan, how is Gary’s bag any different than what you carry around?” Mike slurs.

“Uh, mine isn’t filled with lipstick and tampons, for starters, Mike.”

“No, just hair gel and skincare products.” Amy deadpans, and is rewarded when Dan gives her a dirty look over Gary’s head.

“You guys, this is extremely unprofessional behavior.” Jonah announces sanctimoniously, from where he’s lurking in the corner. “POTUS would not be pleased if he knew this is how the veep manages her office.”

“Jonah, you literally announce it when a female press aide gives you her business card to give to Kent.”

“They give me more than their business cards and you know it, Dan.”

In the end she and Dan have to put Gary to bed on the couch and pour Mike into a cab, and it doesn’t even make the top thirty list of humiliating things Amy’s done in the course of her tenure as VP chief of staff.

“Why do I feel like Selina’s entire campaign is going to be us babysitting these idiots?” Dan mutters as they watch the cab disappear into traffic.

“Feel free to jump ship at any time, I won’t stop you.”

Dan bares his teeth at her, that fake-innocent smile that’s definitely going to land him in prison one day. “Sorry, Ames, you’re not going to the moon without me.”

“Pity that.”

~*~

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Dan is an obnoxious dickhead about Selina’s book.

Due to the need to get the manuscript to print as quickly as possible, he demands an hour of one-on-one time with Selina every morning so he can mine anecdotes about her personal life and political career. Selina overrules both Amy and Sue and actually gives it to him. Something about how Andrew thinks the book is a good idea too. Fucking Andrew.

Well, that’s perfectly fine. Amy has plenty to do to prepare for the upcoming campaign, and it’s all much more important than Selina’s book. It absolutely does not matter that Dan always emerges from these private sessions looking even more smug than he usually does (if such a thing were possible). As though he knows all kinds of new secrets about Selina. Which he doesn’t. Amy already knows everything that needs to be known, and Gary knows what nobody needs to know.

Mike’s too preoccupied with his upcoming wedding to really make a pretense of caring about the book—or about work in general, so Dan’s writing and handling more of Mike’s duties (whatever they are, if he’s ever handled them, which is debatable). Theoretically, as chief of staff Amy should step in and make some noise about equitable handling of the VP’s communication strategy blah blah blah. But she figures Mike’s in love and Dan, as much as it pains her to admit it, has never shied away from more work.

Summer sets in over D.C., and the days get long and humid. The interns dig out the floor fans from storage, and Gary starts keeping scented silk handkerchiefs for Selina to dab on her neck and forehead whenever they have to cross the street. Dan bans Mike from coming anywhere his desk or personal items—“in case you contaminate anything with your flop sweat”—and Amy starts getting multiple invitations for Brookheimer summer family reunions that she, mercifully, has no time to attend.

The House dithers over a pharmaceutical bill that’s dead on arrival in the Senate. Ben and Kent pop in from time to time with presidential updates. POTUS is reportedly planning a bunch of foreign policy spectacles in order to show off how relevant he is: state dinners, a tour of some East African refugee camps, a summit with Japan and South Korea…

“That’s just fine.” Selina tells Ben, her eyes glinting opportunistically. “Tell him he can spend the entire summer on his impotency tour. I’ve got everything under control here, in the actual United States of America.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Ben replies, his mouth twisting into a smirk in spite of himself. “Try and contain your glee, ma’am.”

They go to Baltimore to talk about violence in schools, then to Pennsylvania to talk to some steel workers. On the way back, Gary makes Mike a pros and cons chart about different kinds of wedding cake.

Andrew lurks, popping up occasionally to take Selina to dinner or try and convince Sue to put some sketchy fundraiser on the schedule. She, Dan, and Sue develop a strategy to get him out of the office. Whenever he lingers, Amy gets a convenient call from the director of the Office of Investigations over at Treasury, and Andrew disappears within three seconds flat. It’s remarkably effective.

In between his information sessions with Selina, downplaying the inevitability of Selina’s campaign to the press, meetings with Amy on the Hill to try and derail a trade war with Mexico, and thinking of even more creative nicknames for Jonah, Dan writes the book.

~*~

It is, as Amy suspected, saccharine garbage.

“Dan, you know this…this is fucking terrible, right?”

She’s perched on the arm of the loveseat; Dan’s sprawled over it, taking up a truly excessive amount of space with his long legs and arms. There are balls of paper scattered all around. Writing, based on the way Dan goes about it, looks a lot like dramatically crumpling up pieces of paper and lounging around on various pieces of furniture like he’s Jack fucking Kerouac.

“I mean, thank God you’ve already negotiated the publishing deal, because this is some serious—“

Dan throws a ball of paper at her. “You want your own book, get in line, Brookheimer.”

“Written by you? Pass.”

“Someone had to write it, Amy.”

“Like there aren’t fifty ghostwriters in this town more qualified than you.”

“I dare you to find even one.”

“Guys,” Sue intervenes, without even looking up from her computer. “Take it outside, please.”

#veep fic #veep #veep season two #veep season three #dan egan #amy brookheimer #dan x amy #selina meyer #mike mclintock #gary walsh #sue wilson

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Portrait: Upcoming Fic Excerpt

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Over a series of five sessions, Benedict paints your portrait for your husband-to-be... and a passionate secret love affair begins.

Rating: This extract is suitable for all, however the completed fic will be 18+ smut, minors DNI

Note: Hi all, I am in the midst of my Spring 2023 Benedict epic. So I am posting an unbetaed extended excerpt to motivate myself to complete it; it's currently about two-thirds written. I hope you enjoy! <3

Edit: This story is now being posted in parts and is available HERE

Prologue

Sir Thomas Baden-Smith. Just the name alone fills your throat with bile. He is a disagreeable man of six and thirty and unwed. That is until a few weeks' time when he is due to become your husband. A deal struck by your father after their joint business dealings became dealings of another sort altogether. Your many protests to your father falling on deaf ears as your mother stands silent, bearing a face of abject sympathy—you are to endure the same fate that she did, a marriage brokered between men where women are merely chattel.

You have almost resigned yourself to your fate… until the evening you set eyes on Benedict Bridgerton, and your whole world changes.

You have heard talk, and even read, about love at first sight but didn't believe in it. But that all changes during an event at an art gallery. You see him for the first time across the room, conversing with another artist. A hot spike races through your body; it feels like you've been struck by some force. Then he looks up, and his eyes land and fixate on you, his lips falling open a fraction as if he felt it too. Some preternatural force making you magnets to each other. He is quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, even from a distance. It's the first time you've felt your heartbeat so strongly in your twenty-one years of existence. Hammering against your ribcage like it wants to be freed, fly to him. And the thing is, you are not even introduced. You watch him from afar all night, haunted by his smile and how much you want to touch his hand.

What’s more is that as you stroll the gallery and observe the paintings, there are two that arrest you, beguile and charm you—sweeping landscapes of the Kentish countryside. They remind you of warm summer weekends spent with your loving maternal aunt. You linger long in front of them, feeling so alive in your own experience that it is only after some time that you see the name under the frames—Benedict Bridgerton. You know without doubt or introduction that the man who painted these masterpieces, to your eye at least, is that same man you feel utterly struck by.

The following week, over dinner, your father announces that Sir Thomas wishes to have a portrait of you commissioned that will take pride of place in his ancestral home once you are married. And you see your chance. To engineer a meeting with the artist whose face and artwork are burned into your memory. So you leap up and say you know of an incredible artist who would fit the bill perfectly. You conveniently don't tell your parents that his speciality is landscapes, and luckily, they don't ask.

It's an early spring morning when you watch from the drawing-room window, heart in your mouth, as he descends gracefully from his carriage, so elegant in a navy jacket over a maroon waistcoat with a soft gold silk cravat. You listen as your family butler lets him in, and before you can arrange yourself on the setee, he strides in business-like. He already has his hand out to shake yours… until he sees it's you.

His whole stance changes, and you know in an instant that he recognises you from the gallery that night. Now, up close, you see how tall he is, the turn of his aristocratic nose and his eyes that are the haziest blue you have ever seen. It's impossible to look away.

There is something charged in the air as, instead of shaking your hand, he delicately takes it up to his lips and brushes the lightest of kisses across your knuckles. There is no skin contact, seeing as you are wearing silk gloves, but even that simple gesture has you undone. You can feel the warmth of his fingers and his lips through the material, and you have to school your breathing; your stays suddenly too tight around your ribcage.

“Miss y/l/n,” his voice is a veritable rumble, and your body is aflame. You are his. Completely. There is no other man you wish to know, wish to marry. Ever. You want him to take your hand and run. Run far away until the name Thomas Baden-Smith is but a distant memory...

#fic excerpt #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader

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illiana-mystery · 2 months

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WIP Whenever

Ooh, haven't done one of these in a while. So let's do something about that. 😁

I have two WIPs that I would like to share with you. Those two WIPs being the upcoming Chapter 6 of Chasing Foxy and a short story featuring our favorite handyman, Bobby Hicks!

Since my other Bobby fic is on temporary hiatus, I figured that it would be nice to give you a little short story to tide you over until I update the big fic.

Hope you enjoy and read to the end for a special short fic announcement! 😁

Taglist: @ghnaim24, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @goodoldcharley, @writingkitten, @crowtoed, @dreamlikedesires

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*This is a prequel to He Won't Hurt You*

It seemed like such a normal, summertime Thursday afternoon at The Magic Castle.

The birds were still chirping loudly, the sun was beaming over all of Orlando, and the children were out playing despite the heat.

For a moment in time, you walked outside...just standing by the front door.

Happily, you watched the children play while also enjoying the burning sunlight you didn't mind too much.

Honestly, it reminded you of better days from your childhood where you had not a care in the world and no responsibilities.

But you were soon taken out of your daydream and forced back into reality when you heard familiar footsteps.

Quickly, you made your way back inside and behind the front desk before he could see you.

Sure he liked you, but he was a stickler for rules.

You already had your lunch break, so now it was time to get back to work. Plus, you did like to keep him happy and impressed with you.

Despite your large age gap, you had a massive crush on the motel manager you called your boss…

Robert William Hicks.

But everyone called him Bobby.

He was well within his 50s, but he still oozed sex appeal and he knew it. He dressed as a younger man all the time and wasn't afraid to wear tight short sleeves and muscle shirts during the summer.

You couldn't help but stare.

Also, you always liked older men, but Bobby really took the cake.

The door soon swung open a few minutes after you got settled back to your post. And in walked the manager himself.

He was red from head to toe, his face sweating profusely.

But yet, he still looked like a snack and a half.

It was a muscle shirt day and the sweat-covered cotton clung to his abs while his cargo shorts tightly clung onto his junk. His nose freckles looked exceptionally pronounced, and his sandy brunette hair was damp and curled like you liked.

He was a sight to behold, but you had to stay calm. You had to be professional, so you immediately looked him in his beautiful cyan eyes as he approached you.

“Any lodgers give you trouble while I was working on our A/C unit?” he asked, concern dripping in his tone.

“No, it's been quiet,” you reply, pretending to start typing since looking into his eyes made your knees weak. “I have been trying to watch those kids though. Ever since you caught that creep, I've been worried about them.”

He warmly smiled before he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Neveah, I appreciate your big heart but watching over those kids is my responsibility not yours. You're my intern. You don't have to worry about the wellbeing of the lodgers.”

“I know. But still,” you moaned, before admitting, “I was almost taken advantage of by a predator when I was around their age. I wish I had you to save me. Luckily he was arrested before he could molest me.”

Bobby looked horrified as he slowly took his hand from your shoulder. His action worried you a little, until he walked behind you and hugged you.

Swiftly, you turned around in his grasp and hugged him back, trying to hold in your tears.

“It's okay, Nev. I had no idea. I'm so sorry that happened to you. I hope that bastard is still rotting in prison.”

"He is,” you assured him.

“Good. I'm glad Sheriff Rugg is tough on predators like that jackass,” he huffed. “You okay though? I didn't mean to open any old wounds.”

“I'm okay, Bobby,” you replied as he let you go.

“Good,” he said with a warm smile. “Now I'm gonna go back into my office. But feel free to knock if you need anything.”

“I will,” you responded immediately.

He chuckled before leaving you alone at the desk.

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Chasing Foxy

*I had to sneak this in. You're welcome. 😉*

"Virgil, honey, are you okay?"

He somberly looked down at the young woman, tears forming in his eyes, before replying,

"No, not really."

"You want to talk about it," she asked after she sat her up and put her arm around him.

"I guess it would help."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just want to help if I can," she assured him, before he tucked his head into her shoulder. She rubbed his arm after.

"I don't want you to think lesser of me...that's why I'm hesistating."

"I could never think lesser of you, Virgil. But again, only tell me if you're comfortable."

"I had a nightmare," he tried to calmly start. "A reoccurring one, might I add."

"Does it have to do with some form of your stress?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so," he replied, before taking another deep breath. "I keep seeing all of the people that are hurting me and stressing me...I keep seeing them die in horrible, violent ways. And I'm fearful, of course, but then get chased by this ominous shadow that possesses me. It has an awful, terrifying voice and cackle. And it wakes me up every time...well usually after it tells me that they had it coming. That they deserved such horrific deaths."

Foxy was a bit horrified by what she heard, but did her best not to show it on her face. Since their dinner, she knew Norman was troubled. And just because he was having nightmares like that, didn't mean he was gonna act upon them.

Sometimes violent fantasies came from fear and uncertainty, not always the want of revenge.

At least she hoped that was the case with Norman to.

"Do these nightmares involve Harry or just the people over you at Oscorp?"

"Just my board members and the military contractors I've been working with," he quickly answered. "I could never hurt Harry in such a violent manner even if he causes me stress too. He's my only son and I still love him."

"I know, I know. It's okay. I just needed clarification," she assured him. "Now, look at me."

He obeyed, exposing his bashful blues.

"Honey, I'm sorry you're being mentally tormented by such awful dreams. But sometimes our dreams are warnings of what's to come if we don't change our actions in reality. Norman, I know you're a good man. But you can easily fall into darkness if you don't seek out help. That's why I want to help you. You have way too much on your plate and you can't do all of this on your own. It's not possible. I know we already made a breakthrough at dinner, but I'll reassure you again that I'm not going anywhere. I'll still have my johns, but you're my special baby boy and I mean that."

He softly smiled at her, before he buried his head in her shoulder again. She kept rubbing his arm to calm him, until she started to softly sing,

"I'm what you need, and I've got what you want. Put your trust in me, I won't let you down. Give me a chance, let me prove my love for you, babe. I'm what you need. Give me the chance to prove my love. Boy I'll never let you down. I know that you've been hurt before. I'll wipe the tears baby from your eyes. You've got to learn to trust again. Give me your lovin' baby, please give in. I'm what you need."

"You sing so beautifully, mommy," he whispered.

"Thank you, honey," she replied. "You feeling a little better? Or do I need to give you a little more TLC? Maybe another pegging session to relieve your stress? We'd have to make it quick though."

"No, I just want to cuddle," he bashfully said. "But I should probably also be honest with you."

"What do you mean?"

"I hope you don't leave me for this, but I'm bisexual. I may have dated a man when I was in college for two years."

"Aww, Virgil," she cooed. "I figured. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're amongst friends."

"Wait, what?"

She giggled.

"I'm bisexual too. I had a girlfriend when I studied at Hunter College. We broke up after I became a full time sex worker though. We just drifted apart. Her name was Lani. She was a gorgeous Polynesian woman. I miss her, but she has a husband and kids now."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"Yeah, but if it did, I wouldn't have met you," she replied with a warm smile. "And I wouldn't want that at all."

Norman blushed.

"May I ask who this handsome young man was that you dated in college?"

"You're gonna be shocked when I tell you."

"Try me."

"It was Otto. Otto was my boyfriend."

Foxy's face dropped. She couldn't believe it.

"Wait, really?! Otto? The man I just met? The adorable middle-aged teddy bear man with the hot wife?!"

Norman nodded.

"Yep, that man. Otto Gunther Octavius. He was my boyfriend. We had a wonderful relationship, but we broke up to keep out friendship intact. He was an amazing lover, like you are. That dildo I requested was actually the same length and girth as Otto's cock..."

Foxy gasped in shock.

"No way! He's big too? Damn!"

"Oh yeah. I used to be a bit sore after we fucked, but it was a nice stress reliever. That's why I requested the pegging service."

"Now it all makes sense," she hummed.

"Yeah," he bashfully replied, before continuing. "I miss what we had, but I'm so glad he met Rosie. She's an angel. And hot as you put it. She was even hotter back in the day."

"I can imagine," Foxy giggled. "Does she know you dated?"

"No, she nor Emily knew. We did tell them we were bisexual though and they didn't seem to mind. Thankfully."

"Well, good. I'm glad they accepted you," Foxy responded.

---

Okay! Now here's the special announcement! I'm working on a new "Molinaverse Care Fic".

You may remember I wrote one a couple of months ago called Scientifically Accurate Angel featuring Otto.

Well, now I'm featuring Dr. Harding Hooten in his own "care fic" which is titled Cycle of Care. So stay tuned for that! It will be coming soon! 😁

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