#anna just had knee surgery

[shawnxstyles]

rough-up

DATE: DECEMBER 19, 2022

summary: tom overhears you say that he’s never made you come. shocked, he becomes determined to make it happen. he’s even more surprised when he discovers how to do so.

request: yess

words: 4.2k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, slight degrading, slight breast/nipple play], dirty talk, mentions of porn) language, fluff

note: sorry i’ve been inactive. i just had surgery on my knee, so i haven’t had the energy to write. this is unedited and probably bad 😭

(kind of mean) dom!tom

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After seven long months of keeping the biggest secret ever, you finally decide to tell your best friend about your boyfriend.

Of course, Anna already knows about Tom and that you two have been together for months. You guys even live in a condo together! But she doesn’t know what goes on behind the scenes.

She’s been begging for you to tell her anything about your sexual relationship with Tom. She wants to know every miniscule detail if she can because that’s just how you two are. After every boyfriend she’s had and every guy she’s slept with, she always comes running to you with new drama and information. You guys told each other everything.

So, why was it so hard for you to tell her about Tom in a sexual way?

It didn’t feel wrong, it felt… mean. What you wanted to say wasn’t the most ego-expanding thing for a man. Tom wasn’t cocky or arrogant— he was charming and gentle, which is what made you fall for him. He’s lighthearted and funny, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better. But when you guys had sex for the first time, it was really good, but not completely satisfying for you.

All of Anna’s partners were relatively good, so you guessed it embarrassed you that Tom wasn’t as good. He was your first after all, and first times are never good. So you assumed after so many times you would finally come, but it just never happened.

You knew she wouldn't say anything harsh to you, but you had a feeling she would pity you and that sounds a bit worse.

“So how is your love life going? You seemed pretty thrilled about it over text,” You chirp through the phone to Anna as you wipe the kitchen counter.

Since it was Saturday, you decided to do a bit of cleaning. Tom went out to do some grocery shopping around an hour ago, so you assumed he would be back soon. You loved the days where neither of you worked too late and you could relax together before the day ended. This was one of those weekends.

Anna rants about her new friend with benefits while you discard your wipe and go to grab your duster in the laundry room. You put your phone between your ear and shoulder as you reach up in an attempt to grab it. You sigh to yourself, climbing on top of the washing machine. When she’s finished, she takes a deep breath.

“Enough about my life, how’s Tom? I don’t care. Have you guys had sex yet?? PLEASE DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE WAITING FOR MARRIAGE!” Anna talks quickly, yelling through your speaker. You always have to set your phone aside for a minute when she shouts like that. You roll your eyes, even though you know she can’t see you. “And don’t roll your eyes!”

“Look,” You take a breath as you think about how you’re going to say it. You stop reaching for the duster and stay seated on the machine for a moment. You put your phone down and on speaker. “Tom and I have had sex, okay–”

“OH MY GOD, I totally knew it! I was just waiting for you to tell me. I have so many questions. How long? How many times? Did it feel amazing?!–”

Tom shoves his keys into the lock and opens the front door. He picks up his few bags of groceries and lightly kicks back the door. He heads straight for the kitchen and places the bags on the counter. Before unbagging all the items, he goes to announce that he’s back, but is alerted by your sudden yell. Tom is naturally attracted to the sound, so he hurriedly makes his way over to you.

“Anna!” You shout, shutting her up. If you were a pushover, she would never stop talking. Ever. “It’s… fine.”

Fine? What was fine?

Tom stops and thinks, overhearing you. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but now he’s curious. Clearly you weren’t in trouble, so he’ll just pretend like he’s not here yet.

“Fine? Fine is a word you use to describe a pen, not sex. Sex shouldn’t be fine,” She replies in disgust and you try not to laugh at how dramatic she is. You keep your eyes fixated on the cabinet, forgetting about the duster.

“It’s… it’s good. I mean everything feels right. I get aroused, so it’s not like I don’t like it. It feels fantastic. Just… you know at the end when you’re supposed to feel amazing?” You try your best to explain your situation to her and you can hear the cogs spinning in her curious head. “Well, I didn’t feel that.”

Is… she talking about sex? She doesn’t hate it, but it wasn’t good?

Tom’s eyebrows furrow in immediate confusion as he leans against the wall near the laundry room. He crosses his arms, continuing to eavesdrop.

“So, you didn’t feel amazing, even though it was amazing. But did you come?” Anna asks, not caring if her question is too explicit or personal. She wasn’t afraid to ask or say anything and that’s what made your friendship so real.

“Um… I don’t think so? It’s different when you’re with somebody than by yourself. How do you know?” You cringe at your unsureness, a hand lifting to rub over your temple as you close your eyes for a moment.

“If you did, you would know. So you’ve never had the experience of coming before. Okay, woah,” Anna says, shock lacing her tone. She sounds almost speechless, and that is something you thought you’d never hear.

“Well, no, I’ve masturbated before and I’ve come. I think. So I have experienced it, just not with Tom,” As you come to a conclusion. It was a lot simpler now that you’ve explained it to Anna. “What do I do?”

She’s never come? That’s… fuck. Horrible.

Tom quietly creeps into the kitchen, making sure you don’t see or hear him. As he unloads some groceries, he wonders what he should do. Does he ask you? If he does then you would know he was listening to you and invading your phone call. So, he mentally settles for searching it up in his down time. For now, he is going to have to resist you as much as possible until he is confident enough.

He hates knowing you aren’t completely satisfied, and that he isn’t giving you everything you want when that’s all you deserve.

“On a scale of one to 10, how much do you like him? Because you could–”

“Anna, I’m not breaking up with him! I love him. So much. I just… don’t know how to bring it up,” You bite your lip and sigh. You extend yourself from a kneeling position and reach up toward the duster. You grab it while Anna contemplates. For once, the line is silent.

“You know I hate beating around the bush, so you might as well just get to the damn point. “Hey, person that I love so much, remember all those times we had sex? Well, I never came, so get your shit fixed!” Something like that should work.”

You roll your eyes as she mocks you and creates new ways to confess to Tom. After too many minutes, you hang up the phone and tell her you’d call her another time. You hop off the machine and waltz into the kitchen. Your eyes light up when they notice Tom, nearly finished unpacking the groceries.

“Oh, hey, baby, I didn’t even hear you come in,” You smile after kissing him softly on the cheek. Tom melts every time you even look at him, so your kisses practically kill him. He smiles in return before sliding some cereal into the top cabinet. “I know it’s still early, but what are we thinking for dinner?”

—

After a nice, relaxing dinner you both mustered up, Tom admits that he’s feeling a bit tired. You were a bit disappointed because you wanted to cuddle and watch your show. Ever since your talk with Anna, Tom has been on your mind all day. Even if you don’t come with him, you still love the feeling of him. He gets you to the edge every time, you just never get all the way. You love the feeling of his fingers on your skin and how full his cock makes you feel, you wished that you would meet the finish line just once.

“‘m sorry. We can cuddle in bed. You can be the small spoon,” Tom suggests and you can’t help but giggle. He knows you love being the small spoon, but secretly so does Tom. You find it adorable that your big, muscular boyfriend likes to be cuddled. It makes your heart flutter.

Tom didn’t want you to know he was avoiding sex, but it was for a good reason. He was determined to get better, to be better for you. He is honestly disappointed in himself that he didn’t realize this earlier.

As you guys complete your nightly routines together, you huddle under the thick comforter. With a full stomach, the heaviness of the blanket, and the warmth of Tom’s skin, you were destined to pass out like a sleepy baby. Once Tom was sure you were asleep, he slowly untangled himself from your gentle frame and tiptoes to the bathroom. You were a pretty deep sleeper; if there was a fire, you would burn alive.

Tom quickly searches up Pornhub in a private search, analyzing all the videos. He hasn’t seen porn by himself for a long time. He didn’t need to. He had the most beautiful woman in his bed every night. And he was about to ruin it because he couldn’t satisfy her. This motivated him to continue his research.

The erotic images and clips of women spread wide open didn’t appease him like it used to. He scrolls and finally clicks on a video of a man fingering a woman. Simple. He connected his Airpods, making sure you wouldn’t hear him.

Tom skimmed through multiple videos, paying close attention to how and when the men curled their fingers. He took note of how they teased the slits, and massaged the clit a lot throughout each orgasm. Tom assumed he did all of these, pretty well in his opinion. The few people that he’d been with in the past never had any issues with him because they’d always come back when they didn’t have to.

So why couldn’t you come?

Finally, after watching about fifteen videos, Tom noticed the particular pace. Tom was always gentle and soft when you two were intimate because he never wanted to hurt you. He’s had rough sex in the past, during one-night-stands, but he never would have thought that’s something you enjoyed. During those selfish nights, he didn’t care what the other woman liked.

Yeah, Tom used to be pretty selfish before you.

He would never do anything you didn’t ask him to do. Maybe you were too scared or embarrassed to mention it and that’s why you told Anna, not him.

Focusing a bit more, he feels a wave of confidence flow through him. He watches a few more, concentrating on the speed.

“You like it rough, don’t you? Dirty slut.”

The video talks in his ear, but he ignores it while he watches all his movements.

Tom’s going to have some fun with you.

—

A pleasant scent interrupts your sleep, waking you up gently. You take a deep breath, inhaling the heavenly smell. You hurriedly brush your teeth before following the smell, leading you to the kitchen.

You witness Tom’s sculpted back facing you as he cooks breakfast. Specifically pancakes, which were your all-time favorite. You always slept deeply, and there were few things that would wake you up. One, pancakes. Two, Tom’s mouth. Blaring alarms weren’t even worth it.

As you creep into the kitchen, you ogle Tom’s muscles. His build is so perfect, sometimes you don’t believe it. His shoulder blades are wide and strong while thick layers of muscle coat his arms. He’s wearing gray drawstring shorts, and the overall sight leaves you drooling.

You were still a bit horny from yesterday. Now, that familiar warm feeling tingles in your tummy as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s waist. Your cheek presses against his toned back.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Tom roughly hums, flipping the pancake easily. You'll never get over his morning voice and how his gravelly tone never fails to turn you on. You hear the click of the stove as Tom shifts to the counter. You release your hold as you go across the kitchen to grab some coffee.

“Morning! What motivated you to make pancakes?” You ask, pouring the hot coffee that has already been brewed.

“Well, I woke up early and I thought I’d do something nice for my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?” He fixes two plates and sets the pan away. He cleans up his mess and then you both sit on the counter stools. You withhold a huge smile, while your heart pounds lovingly. It was such a tiny thing he did, but he always made your heart flutter. That warm feeling covers your lower stomach again.

“You’re too sweet,” You kiss his cheek as you guys continue to eat. Tom knew you saw him as a softie, especially for him. But he wanted you to know that he can be rough, too. After his conclusion from last night, you needed it. “Nothing but.”

“I can be mean,” He adds, finishing his plate.

“Pff, you don’t have a mean bone in your body,” You joke, chewing your warm pancake. “I bet you can’t even be mean for a day.”

“Says who?”

“Says anyone who’s ever known you?” You quirk like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Tom was way too nice. He was incapable of being mean to anyone, ever. That’s what made you fall for him. Once in a while, you guys would banter jokingly, which you enjoyed. But you loved Tom for who he was.

“Fine. I’ll show you mean,” Tom rose from his stool and headed toward the kitchen sink to discard his plate. You rolled your eyes with a bit of a chuckle.

His plan was working perfectly.

He was going to make you upset. Angry. And then when you didn’t expect it, he would fuck you. So hard, and you would come so many times, you would never have to complain to Anna again. He felt… evil. But he was excited.

—

Tom wasn’t lying.

You really thought he was. You didn’t think he could be so careless. You two always do laundry on Sundays, but he made you do it alone. When you asked him what he wanted for dinner, he said he didn’t care. All of these things annoyed you, but what irritated you the most was when he denied giving you kisses.

Tom had looked so good all day. You were practically dripping in your shorts from lack of attention. Your blood boiled at his arrogance, but also intensified that burning feeling in your tummy. You wanted him so badly. Even if you didn’t come, you just needed to feel him.

He crossed the line, so you put your foot down.

“Tom, what the fuck?” You stood directly in front of his view of the TV, smoke coming from your ears. You’ve never been this upset at him before, but your hormones were aiding your fury.

“What?” Tom asks simply, innocently like he hasn’t been a complete jerk all day.

“What? That’s all you have to say?” Your eye twitches and you huff a breath. “You’re being a dick! What is wrong with you?”

“You said I couldn’t be mean. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He tilts his head condescendingly. His puppy dog eyes don’t fool you, while your hands ball up into little fists. He tries to look around you, eyeing the TV to avoid looking at you. You reach over and rip the controller from his hands, shutting the screen off. “Hey, I was watching that!”

Impulsively, you start punching his arms and torso. Tom did weekly boxing lessons, so your puny punches might as well have been kisses. Tom attempts to hold back a smile at your anger, surprisingly enjoying it. After a few seconds, Tom grabs your wrists in an instant. He hovers over you, pinning your arms above your head on the couch.

You breathe heavily from punching him, chest heaving up and down. Although you were beyond pissed at his demeanor, you felt yourself getting wetter. His thigh slightly spreads your legs and you wouldn’t be shocked if you had a visible wet spot from how aroused you’ve been all day.

“Feisty. What’s really got you worked up? Hm?” Tom provokes, a small metal chain dangling right above your face. He shoves his thigh roughly between your legs, causing you to gasp.

“You! Y-you have been making me mad all day! You’re being a dick!” You shout, nearly straining your neck, while he smirks at your mercy. Instinctively, your hips grind on his clothed thigh and you moan, finally getting some attention down there.

“Oh, so you just wanted my attention?” He tsks, moving one of his hands down your body. The other stays trapping your wrists over your head. His hand lifts the small band of your shorts and you inhale impatiently. He lowers his head toward your ear. “I bet you’re fucking soaking under here.”

You whimper at his words, waiting for him to just yank them down. Reading your mind, he does just that. He pulls both your shorts and panties down, revealing your soaked cunt. Your skin is on fire, but your wetness causes goosebumps along your arms. His free hand immediately goes to your slits, spreading your arousal messily around. Your breathing gets heavier, anticipating his thick fingers.

“What do you want?” Tom asks, so demanding you don’t even know if it’s Tom anymore. You’re not used to this side of him yet, but your body was loving it. His voice got deeper, and each word came out as a growl. He was almost animalistic, which was completely different from the soft, cuddly Tom who made love to you.

This Tom– wanted to fuck you.

“Your fingers! Please,” You beg, becoming desperate for anything. He smirks, obeying your pleas. He sinks his middle finger into your cunt, ripping a needy moan from you. You push your head into the couch cushion, hips grinding hard against his hand. He traps his knees on your thighs, halting your movements.

“Don’t be greedy,” He growls.

You whine, frustrated because he’s teasing you. Tom never really teases you. He does it subconsciously like when he walks around the house without a shirt on. But in bed? Tom was sweet and gentle, and always gave you what you wanted. But this Tom– he made you work for it. Beg for it.

And you loved it.

His finger curls slowly inside of you, skimming that special spot inside of you. His rugged thumb massages your clit too softly. Without warning, he adds a second finger and you moan out. Your back arches off the cushions, your body desperate for more friction. You hoped you would come this time.

Tom was about to stop. He didn’t want to hurt you. Maybe you didn’t really want this and it was all in Tom’s head. Just before he was about to drop everything– you begged him to keep going. Fuck. His cock pulsed desperately in his cloth shorts.

“More, more, please,” You plead in hopes he’ll give in, but you don’t know how easily he will. Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, but you can’t quite reach it. You’re not surprised because you never can anyway. But what does surprise you is when he speeds up his pace. He never goes too rough or too fast. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as his fingers thrust in and out at a sinful speed. You gasp loudly, fingernails digging into your palms.

“Keep your hands there,” He demands, releasing his tight grip and bringing his hand down to continue to rub your clit. You obey, holding your own wrists. His fingers twist deliciously, and poke your G spot, causing you to scream his name. His other hand rubs your clit dangerously quick, flicking the sensitive nub as well.

You were overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure he was giving you. It was different from everything you’ve experienced with Tom. You were floating in a haze of lust and you never wanted to leave. He gropes your breasts harshly, flicking your pebbled nipples. The rough pads of his fingers tickled your silky walls so perfectly, you nearly passed out from the feeling.

“Are you going to come for me? Huh? Since you never have?” Tom taunts, as you clench around his thick fingers. You gasp, holding your breath.

How did he know?

“H-how did–”

“I heard you talking to Anna. If all you needed was a bit of a rough-up, why didn’t you just say so, love?” His voice was gritty and his actions were harsh, contradicting the sweet nickname. Your head was spinning and your heart was thumping swiftly against your ribcage.

So, so stupid. Of course he heard you.

Tom may be soft, but he wasn’t naïve.

“I thought you wanted slow and passionate, but no. You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?” Tom degrades, eliciting a whine from your throat. He pinches your nipples through your thin T-shirt, the sensitive nubs causing you to hiss at the pain and pleasure. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes I am!” Behind your closed eyelids, you see stars. Your muscles tighten and breathing increases rapidly. Your palms were probably bleeding from your nails, begging to pull on his silky, brown hair and kiss him passionately. Sex or masturbating has never felt like this before.

His pace never slows down, and your arousal continues to drench his hand. His attack on your clit is nearly torturous, but God, did you crave more.

Suddenly, when your stomach squeezed tightly and your legs tensed, your orgasm was in sight. You tried to close them, but Tom wouldn’t let you. A burning sensation exploded in your core, all your moans getting lost in the process. It was unfamiliar and overwhelming, and it made you wonder if this was your first orgasm ever.

Tom watches as you wither away with your orgasm, a nosy moan echoing throughout the living room. Your white liquid slowly coats his digits as he finally begins to decelerate his speed. He rubs your clit thoroughly, causing your body to jerk from the overstimulation.

“Oh my God,” Your chest heaves and your body rests limp on the couch. Tom immediately licks his fingers, tasting all of your juices. He peels off his tank top and wipes you down. He crawls back over you and absorbs your weary expression.

“You did so good, baby. Did you like it? Or was it too much?” Tom questions softly, caressing your face. He places a delicate kiss on your cheeks, waiting for a response. If he hurt you, he would never forgive himself.

“Tom,” You try to catch your breath. “That was incredible.”

He smiles, finally kissing you on the lips for the first time all day. He assumes now is the best time to ask the question of why.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying closer attention to you. But why didn’t you tell me first?” Tom slightly furrows his eyebrows, while you both sit up. You didn’t bother putting your underwear or shorts back on, since they were soaked through.

“I didn’t want you to feel bad. Or think you weren’t making me feel good because you were! I just… I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” You answer honestly, Tom listening and comprehending. He rests his arm over the couch while his hand fiddles with your hair. “I guess I have never really come before. I also didn’t know that’s what I needed…”

Tom laughs and you join in, slightly embarrassed. “Everyone has a secret, love. Yours is that you’re sweet as pie to the public, but a freak in the sheets for me.”

“Tom!” You gasp, swatting at his bare chest. He laughs again, catching your wrist. He moves it to the side and leans in for a kiss. You don’t deny him and attach your lips together, melting into his touch. You swear you tasted yourself on his lips, but it only made you smile more. “Doesn’t that make you a freak, too?”

“I guess. But I’m a man. Men are dirty. I didn’t know you were so dirty, Y/N,” He teases with a smile and you roll your eyes. You deflect his words, but even the teasing turned you on a bit. You cross your arms, acting annoyed. “And I thought you were so innocent–”

“Oh, shut up!” You groan while smiling, throwing your head on the back of the couch. He chuckles because he loves riling you up a bit. Now that the air was cleared, you secretly wanted more. Even though you just came for the first time with him and you should be exhausted, you felt the opposite. You felt energized. You wanted to go again and again until you fell asleep under him.

Maybe you were a bit of a freak…

If his fingers felt that good, you couldn’t imagine what his cock would feel like while he’s ramming into you harshly. You imagined him sinking deep into you and fucking you into oblivion with his dangerously quick pace. You nearly drooled at the thought. You swiftly stood up, going toward the bedroom.

Okay, you were a freak.

“Where are you going? Sleeping already?” Tom shouts as you slowly continue to back pedal away. He peers at you over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows and a small smile.

“Sleeping is the last thing I want to do right now,” You wink and head straight for the bedroom. Tom raises his eyebrows and immediately launches himself off the couch to follow you, understanding your innuendo quickly.

“Yes ma’am,” He whispers to himself as he closes the bedroom door with a giant smirk on his face.

—

hopefully you like 🫠

[lcandothisallday]

Hiiii. I wanted to know if you would write about Jeremy coming out of ACL surgery and confessing his love while he wakes up from anesthesia. I just love the caretaker/lovey aspect!

Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

hmm idk how i feel about this lol

You had only been dating Jeremy for a few months when he told you he had to go into surgery for his ACL. The only issue being he had known for a bit now and only decided to tell you the night before.

“How come you’re only telling me now!” you exclaim in question. “I could’ve tried to book off of work to join you—”

Jeremy sighed. “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you until now. You can’t afford skipping a day of work just for me. I’ll be fine,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“I don’t think you know the lengths that I would go for you, J,” you state matter of factly, swiftly moving to straddle his hips, careful of putting your weight anywhere near his knees before you wrap your arms around neck. “I’ll be there when you wake up. I promise. And best believe I’ll be there for every step of your recovery. Okay?” you whisper sweetly against his lips, before you kiss him, not giving him the chance to object.

The next day comes around and to say you were anxious the entire day was an extreme understatement. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend put you in this position—forced to go to work worried for him. By the time it hit 2:00 pm, you knew you had to find any excuse to leave.

“Please Anna—he’s in surgery as we speak,” you plead to your boss. “If I had known earlier I would’ve asked to have the day off sooner.”

“I told you before— that white man is gonna be the death of you,” she tsked. “Y’all only been dating for what? 3 months and he has you missing half of your work weeks. You needa set your priorities straight,” she stated sassily.

At that, you can’t help but sigh. “Anna I’m in love with him…” you admit quietly, the first time you say it out loud. You had contemplated the feeling, thinking it was entirely too soon to know. But in that moment you knew—and if it meant risking your job, you’d allow it. “I don’t want him waking up in that hospital room alone.”

Anna shook her head and let out a dramatic sigh. “Fineeee. You may leave early…but I expect you to pull extra hours when he’s recovered because lord knows you’re gonna baby that man child.”

You can’t help the smile that overtakes your features. “Thank you so much!” you say, feeling relief.

Without hesitation, you speed out. You make it to the hospital in record time, even before Jeremy is out of the surgery. You wait in his room, scrolling through your phone with your leg bouncing anxiously to desperately try to kill time.

Finally, after what felt like forever, your head snaps up when you hear and see the nurses roll him into the room. Despite his relaxed features, seeing him still unconscious made your heart sink. You stand up to your feet quickly and rush to his side, taking his hand in yours.

“Did the surgery go well?” you ask one of the nurses. She nods and smiles. “Yes it did. He should wake up in the next hour—he’ll probably be a bit loopy from the anesthesia and meds.”

You nod in understanding, your hand giving his a light squeeze which the nurse noticed. “He told me about you,” she started, piquing your interest. “Your name’s Y/N right?” You nod again.

“What did he say?” you ask curiously. She chuckled. “Well we noticed that he came in alone and asked if there’d be anyone to help him with recovery…and he mentioned you reluctantly. Said he felt guilty for dragging you in but knows you’re too stubborn to let him do anything alone.”

“Damn right,” you breathed out.

She chuckled again. “He’s lucky to have you…although I feel sorry for you. He seems like a handful. Kept going on about some detox drink,” she teased, causing you to let out a laugh.

“He definitely is at times. Wouldn’t change it for the world.”

The nurse and you exchanged a few more words before she told you that she’d be back when he’s awake to explain recovery.

You watch the nurse leave before you pull a chair closer to sit on. In the meantime, you take the time to admire your sleeping boyfriend. His eyelashes laid against his cheeks and little specks of his freckles littered his nose. He truly was such a handsome man—if only he just dressed a bit better you thought. But as he says, he didn’t choose the hippy life, the hippy life chose him.

About 20 minutes later is when Jeremy started to wake. He groaned and shifted slightly before you saw his eyebrows furrow. You quickly call for the nurse before you’re rushing back to his side, his hand back in yours. Eventually, his eyes blinked open and it took him a moment to focus on you.

“Hey,” you begin softly with a smile. “How you feeling?”

An adorable toothy grin widened on Jeremy’s face. “Hey baby,” he replied back. “I’m feeling good…I think? I don’t know—I’m hella drugged up.”

You giggled at his response. “Yeah—the nurses said you’d be loopy," you explain, as you brushed a strand of his curls away from his face.

He hummed. With a drowsy smile, he looked at you again, his words slightly slurred. "You know, you're like... the most amazing person in the universe," he mumbled, his eyes struggling to focus.

You chuckled softly. "Baby that's just the anesthesia talking," you replied playfully. "But I'll take the compliment."

"Good," he hummed in satisfaction, resting his head back on the pillow comfortably. “You’re also like super hot,” he murmured, causing you to keep giggling.

“I’m lucky to have you,” he continued. “No one has ever cared this much about me…and I love you.”

Your heart melted at his words, your hands moving up to cup his face. Whether he truly meant it or not, you weren’t sure but it didn’t matter because you felt the same.

“Oh J I love you too,” you hum, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “But I fully expect you to say it again when you’re alert and sober,” you giggle.

Jeremy grinned. “Deal…now can you kiss me again? I hear it’s part of the recovery,” he mused cheekily.

[delilahhcky]

Step Backwards

September 18th, 2021

4:48pm

It was just a simple run, that was all it was supposed to be. Until there was an uneven part in the sidewalk and down she went with the pop of a knee. Annabelle didn’t feel it until a couple seconds went by, the adrenaline rushing off and her right shin to knee hurt.

No one was around where she runs, because she goes the way Quinn tells her to go, by the golf course.

Then she remembers, she is a two minute walk from yost, it’s in her eye line and there is for sure players that she knows in there.

It took a few tries but she managed to get up with a few groans and walked really slowly but it only took Two steps for her to go back to the ground. She’s so close but so far, but she needed help and decided to call someone.

Luke’s contact came up first, but no answer, then she tried Truscott, then Mackie, finally she called mark but was left with a dead line, her phone was the dead line. “Fuck!” She curses and chucks it to the side, most likely cracked.

She didn’t know anyone who was free right now, but all hope was not lost when she saw a figure walking down the pathway, noticing almost instantly that it was Ethan.

“Ethan!” She shouts and his head snapped up, stopping but then jogging to her.

“Anna, what happened- are you okay” he could see the tears almost spilling out of her eyes.

“No, can you get my brother, please” she pleads.

“Yea of course, stay- Nevermind” he sprints, while she smiled at him almost saying “stay there” as if she can get very far.

Not even 2 minutes later Ethan and Luke came sprinting outside. “Annie, what happened” Luke asks as soon as he is by his sisters side.

“I fell and heard a pop, it hurts- really hurts” She tried so hard not to cry infront of her little brother but the pain was only getting worse.

“We’re gonna take you inside okay- Ethan can you-”

“Yep” the Canadian replies, moving over so he can carry her. Since Luke’s coming out of a minor shoulder injury. “Fuck” she groans when her knee bends.

“your okay, just a minute till you can lay down” he mumbles and carry’s her effortlessly down the path and into the building, straight to the medical room.

“woah what’s going on” the nurse in there asks.

“My knee popped and it really hurts” she cries while Ethan sets her down.

“Let me have a look, boys can you step out for a minute” She asks, Luke was about to protest but they heard coach calling and decided to go back to the gym.

“Call me when your done please” Luke says and exits the room.

The nurse came to a conclusion that is most likely a meniscus tear and she needed to go to the hospital, so they called an ambulance and Luke to come back down. Panic washed over mark when he heard Luke say Anna was going to the emergency room. But he had to stay put, nobody went with Luke especially since there was a game in about an hour.

9:51pm

Around 5 hours later, with waiting and tests and a few mental breakdowns they decided she needed surgery which will be taken place tomorrow morning and she needed to stay in the hospital overnight. Which she was expecting, her parents had come and gone but what she wasn’t expecting was most of the guys time coming into her room.

Ethan, Dylan, Mackie, TJ, Jacob, bordeleau and last but not least, mark.

He seemed the most worried, so Luke let him take his seat next to the bed.

“Do you have to stay here tonight?” Ethan asks while looking at all the different machines.

“Unfortunately, which means I’m gonna miss the game tomorrow- shit I won’t be able to dance” she gasps and just like that when she thought she couldn’t cry anymore.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be okay” mark said and reached out to her hand to hold it.

“I know I’m just.. tired and… tired” they all chuckled and Luke coincidentally let out a huge yawn.

“You guys can go, I’ll be fine”

“Are you sure?” Her brother asks.

“Yes Luke, I’m sure. Turn off the light whoever’s last to go out”

She shifted to get comfortable as they all shuffled out but then she noticed mark zoned out.

“Hey, Estapa time to go” she waved at him, which he then snapped out of his thoughts.

“what- no your not staying here alone” he says softly, which takes her by surprise.

“Mark, I’m gonna be -”

“You keep saying that but I don’t buy it, I’m saying” he states and she knows she isn’t winning this battle. “Fine, but go turn off the light”

He smiles and gets up to shut it off, closing the door then reclining the chair to lay down.

September 19th, 2021

9:20 am

Mark had already been awake since he is usually awake this time everyday, when the doctor came in to start preparing for sugary which he gave mark the lovely pleasure of waking Annabelle up.

“Anna” he says gently, which doesn’t do much.

“ Anna” he says again, she starts wake up very slowly but not much.

“Hey princess wake up” he says louder and this time it worked. Thankfully he didn’t notice the small blush that crept on her face when he said that.

“What?” She groans and looks over at the clock.

“Surgery time” he whispers and smiles. Then the doctor arrived and went thru instructions.

“You should be able to go home by tonight, depends on the swelling and pain.” Doctor explains and they start to wheel her away,

“You got this princess, I’ll be here when you wake up” He says as she waves.

10:45 am

Mark sat in the recliner with his legs shaking as he waited for her to be done which wouldn’t be any time now. Jack wasn’t supposed to arrive in Michigan till the afternon but caught an earlier flight when he heard his younger sister was in the hospital.

He had been sat in another chair at the end of the room with Nico to his left because he wanted to visit her.

“Mark, if you don’t want to stay you can go. We’re here now” Jack says to the boy.

“It’s fine, I told her I’d be here when she was done-” just as he says that the door opens and in comes a very loopy Annabelle who was a giggling mess.

“She’s been laughing for 10 minutes, anything is funny now” the nurse says and leaves the room.

“Woah! You play hockey!” She exclaims and looks to mark then Nico. “Hey kid I play hockey too” T this point he was recording for anything worth showing her later.

“No… you seem more of.. tennis guy” which then everyone laughs.

“Where’s moosey moose” she ask but gasps.

“Im tired” she whispers and closes her eyes. Before they knew it, she was right off to sleep.

11:09 am

Once again she wakes up, but mark is gone and it’s just Jack in the hospital room in the chair next to her.

“The fuck are you doing here” she groans, alerting him that she is awake.

“I told you last week I was coming home today, but I came a few hours earlier because you don’t seem to good”

“My knee feels like shit, this hospital bed isn’t very comfy”

“Well don’t worry, we’ll be home soon, just a couple hours but I gotta tell you something…”

“What’s that?”

“You can’t dance until May” he sighs and her jaw drops.

This is gonna be one hell of a year…

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE Day something part 2

Set to the painting "Spirit" by George Roux.

Alarik, Jenny and Dag belong to @patricia-von-arundel

D-A-G

Rating: T

He tried not to think of how wrong it looked. How wrong she looked.

A veritable maze of tubes and wires ran from her arms and chest, making it look as if she were being consumed by some mechanical beast. And her skin! Grayish and papery, as if she might crumble to dust any second. 

Alarik had to swallow when he took her hand- it was too warm- but he held tight. Elsa's brow furrowed and her face scrunched before her eyes fluttered open. They were hazy, and it took a few moments for them to focus on him. 

“...’Larik?” Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Where…” 

Her eyes drifted down, then shot open. “The baby! Where-” she cried out, clutching her abdomen. 

“Elsa, no, he's in the NICU. Lay still, please, you just got out of surgery.” Alarik grabbed her shoulders, avoiding the wires and tubes, ignoring the alarms that trilled at Elsa's sudden movement. 

“I…” she scanned the room with wide eyes, her breathing rapid and harsh. Eventually she sank back into the pillows, moments before two nurses came rushing in. Alarik pressed against the wall, but held onto Elsa's hand as they checked her over and silenced the alarms. Once they were finished and left the room with a reminder for Elsa to take it easy, he sat back down. 

“What… happened? I remember the… the pain…”

Elsa's voice cut off with a choked sound, and Alarik grit his teeth at the memory. Her screams for him, rushing to their bedroom to see her kneeling in a puddle of blood…

He gripped her hand a bit tighter, and made himself speak, keeping the story as short as possible. The ambulance, Kristoff racing behind it. The hospital, and the agonizingly long wait for news. A C-section to deliver the baby- who was whisked off to the NICU immediately. And then there had been bleeding, so heavy it required a hysterectomy. 

Elsa listened with quiet tears streaming down her face. Alarik grabbed some tissues and dabbed them away. 

“I failed. I failed our baby. Alarik, I'm so sorry…”

“What? Elsa, no! None of this was your fault! You did nothing wrong! Please,” he took her hand back and pressed his lips to her wedding band. “Please don't let yourself go there. You did everything you could. And our son is in good hands.”

For a moment, she simply stared at him, then used a shaking hand to wipe at her eyes. “Our… son?”

For the first time since seeing Elsa bleed, Alarik smiled. He clasped his hands around hers, squeezing tightly. 

“Yes. We have a baby boy.”

………..

When Alarik stepped inside their house, it was quiet. Anna, Kristoff and Neta had taken Jenny to the zoo, and the silence was deafening after the constant noises of the hospital. 

Alarik checked the clock- they'd be back within a half hour. He knew he should try to get some rest with how much he'd been running back and forth. But his mind wouldn't let him relax. 

He paced around, restless and antsy, until his knee caught the corner of the piano bench. He cursed, then looked at the keys. His fingers drifted over them, brushing away the thin layer of dust that had accumulated in his absence. Then he sat down. 

He splayed his fingers across the keys, not playing just yet, just letting them rest there. For several minutes he sat like that, staring at the white and black contrast, but only seeing the hospital. Seeing his son in a plastic box, connected to an array of tubes and wires. His wife's pale face, tracked with dried tears. 

And a name, the idea coming from Jenny counting the days.

Three notes. 

D-A-G. 

He played them again. Dag. Norwegian for “day.” 

How many days now? Four? Five? They tended to blend together in a blur of exhaustion, sadness, and hope. 

D-A-G.

Hope. The word resonated with him. Hope for both mother and son to be alright despite all odds. 

Alarik began to add to the notes, starting off soft and slow, letting the sound build. He let his hope play through his fingers, let the song swell into something big and strong, and yet still soft and sweet, the way he wished his son would be. 

Let him be alright. Let him grow into who he's meant to be.

The song softened, slowed, until he was back to the original three notes. 

D-A-G. 

He hadn't written it down, but Alarik knew he wouldn't need to. It was engraved into his mind- Dag's song. He would write it down at some point, but only for his family. One day, he hoped he might teach it to Dag. Just as he was trying to teach…

“Papa!”

A blur of red hair flew towards him, launching into his side. He grunted, and pulled Jenny into his arms, comforted by her warmth, her energy. It was such a difference from her quiet brother, and he freed a hand to wipe away a stray tear. 

“Papa, are you alright?”

Jenny's face reminded him so much of Elsa, save for his hair and eyes. He made himself smile, fighting back a sniffle. 

“I'm alright, Eldig. A bit tired, but alright.”

A hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Anna smiling at him. She tilted her head towards the kitchen. 

“We'll be right around the corner making dinner.”

Alarik nodded, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’. He didn't know what he would have done without Anna and Kristoff's help. He was a very lucky man. 

“Papa? What were you playing? I heard it in the garage.”

Alarik smiled and shifted Jenny so she could reach the keys. He guided her fingers so she could reach the notes.

D-A-G. 

“I was playing your brother's song. Just like you have your song.”

Jenny giggled and plunked out the first few notes- E-D-G. Alarik continued, playing a lively, staccato tune that hopped up and down, reminiscent of something fiery- her nickname. 

When he finished, Jenny looked up to him. “Papa, can you play Dag's song again? I liked it.”

Alarik chuckled, and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, little one. Will you help me with the beginning?”

Jenny nodded so enthusiastically Alarik had to jerk his chin away for fear of getting struck. He brought Jenny's hands back to the piano and tapped out the first three notes. 

D-A-G. 

And in that moment, Alarik knew he would one day teach his son his own song. 

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Books

The Man Between Us by Tal Bauer

Rookie Mistake by Anna Wabo and L.A Witt

Fics

My Saddle's Waiting by crimsontheory // @ireallysawanangel

It's late and Harry is bored. He texts his one night stand from last week for a quick, no strings attached hookup. As it turns out, the guy gave Harry the wrong number and it ends up being Louis instead.

Sheer Pride by sitandadmire // @louistomlionson

“Wait-” Louis says suddenly, turning around after taking a couple of small steps forward. “It’s just, wow, you’re at Pride with a baby… who’s missing a shoe, by the way.”

“Oh, shit,” the stranger replies, but covers the infant's ears too late. It makes Louis laugh for the first time in a while.

Or: A Pride AU where Louis finally moves out.

Pancakes or Waffles? by anonymous

Harry goes to bed wishing she had a different body, only to wake up the next morning and find out that dreams do come true. She fucks her boyfriend Louis in the kitchen.

Medicine Series by anonymous

Harry and Louis are in an established relationship. Harry’s a baker and Louis is studying psychology for his Phd. They have kinky sex.

Watching You by anonymous

Or the one where Harry is a hacker and he is infatuated with Louis, who is unaware of the attention he is getting. So Harry admires him from afar in a fucked up way.

Anything That Feels Good by @bluegreenish

Forgotten How To Stand by beckaandzac // @realmenwearpuppypants

A few seconds pass, then Louis suddenly blurts out the last thing Harry expected him to bring up that night.

“Harry, do you want to nest?”

A mixture of distraught coughing and choking escapes Harry's throat. It feels like his lungs have a leak and all the air is flowing out without him being able to do anything about it. 

“What do you mean?” he croaks when he finds his voice again.

“Alphas don’t nest.”

or, the one where alpha Harry gifts Louis nesting supplies, but the omega doesn’t nest.

Niall is a Chelsea midfielder recovering from major knee surgery. With luck, he should be back and better than ever next season, but for the summer he's basically housebound, and in the back of his mind he knows he might never play again. To liven up the monotony, he seeks out the services of Louis, a high-class hooker who's happy to make house calls. And although Niall's been with professionals in the past, he couldn't have expected the feelings he has for Louis, how quickly being with Louis starts to feel like being with a friend. Or more than a friend.

let's get it macarON by amomentoflove // @daggerandrose

By The Still of Your Hand by summerwine

It turns out, Harry didn’t have long to calm down as the man showed up two days later with, as far as Harry could guess, another sibling. Harry sends up a thank you that he's found himself at the front, unloading more shortbread biscuits on the display when the pair walk in.

“Afternoon,” Harry greets with a smile and waves to the young blonde boy at the blue eyed man’s side. “Who’s this?”

“Ernie!” The boy shouts with a big grin. He bounds over to the display and presses his face against the glass. “Can I get a biscuit, Achoo?”

Harry glances up at the man, curious as this is the second time the man has been called ‘Achoo’ before. There has to be a story there. “Achoo?"

Or how Pastry Chef!Harry and YouTuber!Louis first meet

Louis has a little insecurity, Harry makes him feel better about it.

Dream About A Summer Night by fearsparks

“Have you kissed yet?”

Harry stammered before finally managing to ask, “What?”

Niall laughed at him and threw an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in. “I said, have you kissed yet? You’re acting like a proper couple, you two.”

“I know.” Harry smiled wistfully. “It’s pretty new.”

“New? Nuh-uh,” Niall disagreed. “You’ve been acting like this the entire summer.”

(Working alongside each other as camp counsellors, Harry and Louis grow closer than they’ve ever been before. That’s not a problem, but now they have these newfound feelings for each other to deal with.)

Souperhero by @londonfoginacup​

The city of Analog has exactly one Hero and one Antihero.

The new hero is young and flashy, with a shiny form-fitting costume in multiple colours, in comparison to Louis’ usual black hoodie and boots-for-stompin’ combination. Louis’ seen him stumbling around the city on his long, muscular bambi legs and greet the people with a dimpled grin. Louis’ skulked in the shadows and returned some wallets as he watched the hero deal with a house fire. He can admit the hero’s decent at what he does, but that doesn’t mean Louis has to like him.

The problem is that he gave the hero his phone number.

Let Them Eat Cock by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

For Bastille Day, (King) Louis gives his loyal subjects a cheeky choice: Kiss the Crown or Storm the Bastille.

Sometimes Fires Don’t Go Out by abrightyellow

With a corporate chain eyeing their town’s ragtag independent record store, Harry and his coworkers have one day to come up with a way to save their jobs – and possibly mend some hearts in the process. Featuring unrequited love, the best and worst of the mid-’90s, and one long-suffering James Corden.

Strange Blue Water by sitandadmire // @louistomlionson

Harry drives home just in time to see the sun.

Or: A Cowboy AU.

Here’s Your Perfect by @brightgolden

All finesse tossed aside, Harry yanks the envelope from Miss Eden’s hand. He hears her laugh, bright and cheerful as he tears into the envelope. His eyes skipping over the complimentary paragraph congratulating him for being assigned, settling into the centre of the letter - the name of his future mate.

And suddenly, Harry feels there isn’t enough air in this world for him to inhale as he recites the name in his mind. Louis Tomlinson.

OR

In the world where mates are assigned to everyone and deposited to their door when an agreeable partner is found for them, Alpha Louis has recently been given his. However, he is nothing like the type of alpha that the omega academy prepares Harry for.

Hill Country by safetyfilm // @larrieblr​

Louis is a farmer. His family gives him hell for it, only because it’s not a nine to five job and he should set a better example for his siblings.

When he's invited (scratch that, required) to pay a visit for a will reading, he has to double down on his work chores in advance. But spring break is just around the corner in Austin, which means Harry's free and he really, really wants to hang out.

Harry You’re No Good Alone by lucy_in_the_sky

Harry hadn’t been sleeping well for months now.

It started around November of last year. He’d been doing just fine before then. He’d chugged along through his third year of university without a hitch, getting good grades just as he always did and still finding time for his social life.

But then he found himself feeling lonely. Like, not the normal type of lonely when he missed his house in California and his Mom’s home-cooked meals or if he didn’t have any friends at all and no one to talk to. He didn’t really miss home all that much, at least not any more than a typical college student ready to start their own life. And he had loads of friends...so what was the problem?

-

College AU: Harry struggles with insomnia and loneliness, almost turning to cuddle therapy when his best friend Louis reaches out to lend helping hand.

“Are Ghosts Real?” by safetyfilm // @larrieblr​

On this episode of BuzzFeed Unsolved: Supernatural, best friends Harry (the believer) and Louis (the skeptic) visit an infamous road in suburban Illinois, where reports of mysterious lights and dark figures make for a very interesting night.

love of my life by likelarry (WIP)

Harry is 36 and recently divorced after he's finally come to terms with his sexuality.

Louis is the 28 year old who helps him find his way and is everything Harry has ever dreamt of.

The one where Harry struggles to really accept who he is and Louis is there every step of the way.

Pleasure’s Be Damned by @princelyharry​

In the grand scheme of things, a stripper unintentionally kissed a billionaire.

Heave Wave by wildwinters

Italy, 2018. Summer in Italy is sticky, especially in Marina di Pietrasanta. Louis Tomlinson, a soft and independent omega, goes to spend his holidays there with his daughter Alice. He has rented a vacation home built on a large estate owned by one Harry Styles, a kind-hearted alpha who is not very fond of children, but he tries.

A lot can happen in fifteen days.

won’t stop til you feel the rush by eynap

“Shawn?” Niall tries again in a low voice. “I’m just checking to make sure you’re still alive in—“ Niall’s voice gets lost in his throat as he pushes open Shawn’s bedroom door.

Shawn is entirely naked. Which would be fine, Niall swears, but he’s fisting his completely flushed and hard cock and there’s something inside of him.

Or, when Shawn gave Niall the key to his apartment, Niall never expected to actually use it.

falling into your ocean eyes by beautyandbravery // @chaoticsue

Pretending he’s not about to melt and become one with the ocean, Harry smiles and splashes water into Louis’ smirking face.

He’s radiant, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Harry watches a lone droplet of water slip down the column of Louis’ neck. He longs to touch; to feel.

“Do you think the moon’s jealous of how pretty you are?”

Harry doesn’t really mean to say it, but he finds that he doesn’t regret it either. Not when it elicits the most delicious flush to Louis’ cheeks, one he tries to hide by ducking his head. It’s the most bashful Harry has seen him all day.

-

Or, Harry's stupidly gone for his best friend Louis and decides to do something about it.

All I Need by @tommokat​

Harry’s been dating Louis for a magical three months, but before they can go any further, he has a big secret to reveal.

I Know It’s Weird, But It’s Worth It by @restless-rebels

“It’s fine. Whatever hangover I have tomorrow though, that you can be sorry for.”

“I will take full accountability.” Harry laughed. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

Zayn thought for a second, her drunken brain muddled together, work so far from her mind that she honestly couldn’t remember. “Um, no clue if I’m being honest.”

“Well, if you don't have anything going on, we could go get coffee and I’ll show you around?”

Zayn nodded and saw Liam finally walking over to them. “I’d like that.”

or

Zayn's on a journey and Harry is there to help her along

this love is ours by loulicate

“I told you to call me Harry.” Harry looks amused. It’s not funny. Louis throwing up because of him isn’t funny.

“But I’ve been calling you Mr. Styles for so long.”

“And now you’re carrying my baby.”

or

Farmer Harry got village girl Louis pregnant without mating.

Hike Your Skirt Up (And Show Your World To Me) by anonymous

Louis has a very hands on approach to training his new secretary. How else can he make sure Harry realizes his full potential?

balance between you and me by beckywritesthings // @beckydoesthings​

As a successful businessman, Louis is used to the long hours, never-ending work, and constant exhaustion. What hits the hardest, even though he'd never admit it, is the empty apartment he comes home to every day. He's confident, though, that he doesn't need an omega, doesn't even have the skills to court one if he tried.

So when he runs into Harry Styles (literally), he's fairly certain that it won't change anything. Harry is just another omega that he has to work with, one more on the long list of people he's met. Niall is sure that this time, it's something special.

Of course, Niall is right.

Here You Come Again by @neondiamond

A year after taking over his family’s peach orchard, Louis thinks he has it all figured out. His routine on the farm is mundane, yet familiar, and his dog Clifford is more than enough to keep him company. It isn’t until Harry, his ex-boyfriend who broke his heart and left their small town a decade ago to pursue a bigger, brighter future in the city, comes to stay on the farm that he realises just how badly he was lying to himself.

You & Me Got A Whole Lot of History by @littleroverlouis

Harry is a 'born-lucky' immortal, happily coasting through life as he finds himself back in Burlington, Vermont. His life has been full of fun and excitement, but he lost his one great love three hundred years ago in New Orleans.

He never anticipated a reunion with his lost love in a Trader Joes, until he comes face to face with a very angry and apparently, very immortal Louis.

dip you in honey by delsicle // @eeveelou

Princess Harry, the pearl of England, is set to be married to the youngest prince of France in just six months. Anxious about his performance on his wedding night, he enlists the help of his loyal handmaiden Louis to help him practice everything he needs to know

Omega/Omega AU

Convalescent Boy (with a Heart of Gold) by LadyLondonerry // @londonfoginacup

Just as the professor beginning to mess with his powerpoint, the door at the back of the balcony creaks open and Marcel looks back to notice Louis Tomlinson, The Louis Tomlinson, slip in and take a seat in the very back.

 Marcel is starting to feel like his life is a comedy. Only yesterday was Louis Tomlinson on his floor at the library. Now he’s in his seminar. What is happening?

 “Hey Mars,” Nick says, not particularly quietly as he leans over. “Isn’t that your crush?”

 Marcel smacks him.

Or, the one where Marcel is a nerd who loves to learn but loves to go to theatre productions even more, and may or may not have a long time crush on the lead in most of the plays, Louis Tomlinson. The same Louis Tomlinson who seems to be appearing wherever Marcel is. Funny, that.

Something Blue and Something New by @littleroverlouis

Single Alpha Louis moves into a new apartment building and doesn't realize he misses courting someone until meeting his next door neighbor, a charming Omega named Harry.

Louis is working up the nerve to officially ask him to court, but what if Harry secretly beats him to the punch?

All Work and Some Play by @lunarheslwt​

OR Harry is struggling with writer's block and an impending deadline, and Louis takes matters into hand, quite literally, providing him just the right kind of drive to keep going.

“How’s the article coming along, Harry?” Louis sounded like he was teasing, and it was maddening. Harry could barely tell his left from his right, lost in pleasure.

“Um….” he tried, “s good,” he got out hoarsely, willing himself to keep working, typing clumsily. Louis picked up the pace slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m nearly”- a sudden twist at the head on an upstroke had him snapping his hips up from the chair, “o-ohhh um- m nearly done, most of it- it’s done,” he managed.

“Yeah? How much do you have left to write?” Louis was now tugging at him in earnest, twisting his hand on every upstroke, and Harry was jerking into his touch in little motions.

“I have- oh Jesus fucking Christ- I ummm, fuckkk, like another para or two maybe god I don’t know, Lou."

Smile Again by @mistresscurvy​

Recently dumped Louis sets his kitchen on fire on Christmas Eve. Fireman Liam makes the mistake of inviting him home for Christmas. Chaos and feelings ensue.

don’t why but it feels so right to me by KatnissPotter1

“Fucking hell, baby..” he murmured, wrapping his fingers right around Louis’ knot.

“Mm…you know how many omegas go crazy for this right here?” He purred, slowly moving his hand over it. He thought it might be sensitive for Louis, and he was right. The alpha was trembling.

“Not me.” He chuckled. “I’d rather you feel mine, and I don’t even have one.”

letting the flowers speak by shimmeringevil

The boy in the window hasn’t noticed him.

Harry still hasn’t decided whether or not that’s a good thing as he turns around, casually strolling by the flower shop for what feels like the dozenth time. Shifting his gaze to the right, he spots the boy who remains hard at work, rearranging the delicate blooms without so much as a glance in Harry’s direction.

The sudden sound of bells jingling as the flower shop door opens jolts him as he quickly adjusts his stance to look more natural, feigning nonchalance as he pulls out his phone and pretends to be engrossed in the display. Harry’s heart starts to pound as flower boy pokes his head through the opening, as he feels eyes on him through his peripheral vision.

“You alright there?” A high, raspy voice calls out, the dainty lilt making its way straight into Harry’s heart and causing it to stutter in his chest.

-

Or - an AU where Harry buys flowers from Louis' shop to try to get his attention, and Louis has no idea that the flowers have a deeper meaning

Crowd Work by @littleroverlouis

Harry is a stand up comedian that likes to interact with his audience.

Although tonight, someone turns the tables and roasts him.

Now You’re Lost, Lost In The Heat Of It All by @marchessa

Green eyes flashed under the emperor's helmet, and he stood proudly in all his glorious armour even when the plates were smudged with blood and dirt, and in some places the steel was dented in. It would have been obvious even to a blind man that the alpha fought alongside his soldiers.

Courage was rapidly deserting Louis as he walked even closer to the menacing statue of raw power and authority. In the emperor's close proximity, the omega queen felt the need to swoon like a damsel in distress, and he had to grit his teeth and focus on the pain his body suffered from to ground himself against the dizziness that slowly began to cover his head in a fuzzy blanket.

" Emperor Styles," Louis greeted him, leaving his bodyguards behind.

Or the story of a great medieval Emperor and his consort.

Something Old and Red by nonsensedarling // @absoloutenonsense

Bot series by @tornlinsunshine​

There was a ritual with these things. He’d pour a splash into a wine glass —his favourite little joke was telling humans he loved a nice glass of red every now and again— then sat down in his living room and listened to music while he drank.

Every time he changed the record —or, what was it they called them nowadays? 8tracks? MP3s? Playlists? It was difficult for Harry to keep up with the technology, especially as much as things had changed over the last few decades— he would change the music before refilling the glass. He liked to savour his meals. He could get at least two evenings out of a bag that way, which worked very well for Harry’s schedule.

His wine glass was in front of him on the counter, and he was ready to pour.

Zayn builds robots; Harry is a big fan of his latest model.

The light is coming by @pocketsunshineharry

Louis was cold. So fucking cold. He was hungry too. He hadn’t eaten a real meal in a long time. He’d lost count of how many days he hadn’t eaten correctly or, rather, he didn’t want to remember. He wanted to forget. Forget that he was now alone. Well, mostly. He cursed his faith.

He wasn’t supposed to end up like this. He was supposed to go to college, find a mate, and graduate with honours. Maybe he would have to apply right after graduation to some job offers but thankfully his father would intervene and would find him a job in no time at one of his friends’ companies. Then he would get married and be finally mated by his Alpha.

In this dream of his, Louis would end up with three beautiful pups, a huge house with a white fence and a wonderful mate always caring for him until his last breath.

That was how it was supposed to happen.

Louis put a hand on his slowly hardening belly, a single tear rolling down his cheek. It wasn’t fair.

Or the one where Louis is lost but Harry is there to save him.

Get Nesting & Soft Knots by @pocketsunshineharry​

AU where Omega Louis who runs a nesting materials Youtube channel meets Alpha Harry who knits his own blankets

[decennia]

Hello :)

I know I don't exactly owe anyone an explanation as to why I've gone on so many hiatuses (hiati?), but I'm going to:

Last month, I had a surgery to remove two tumors from my scalp. They were non-cancerous, but in my broken Mandarin, I was able to garner that they were classed as "melanoma" for the sole reason of them being caused from sun exposure. The fact that if I'd waited anywhere from a month to a year longer to have them treated — according to the doctors — it would've resulted in them turning cancerous frightened me deeply, and sent me in a bit of a spiral. My mental health still hasn't fully recovered, and I do feel a little silly for letting it scare me that much because it never was, but it was a definite almost.

In the weeks that followed, I was met with three (3) betrayals from people I had come to call "friends." Two of them were here, on Tumblr, and one from my real life. Although I'm not going to claim they made me feel worse, they certainly didn't make me feel better. It is not their fault nor problem. Maddie didn't know about my surgery, but Scarlet and my RL friend did, but neither knew of the diagnosis; which is fine, I'm not one to go around telling people these things so casually for the sake of sympathy. It doesn't change anything, although if I hadn't been already in a bit of a bad place, I know I'd have bounced back a bit quicker. Again, it is not their fault, nor their problem! It was just a case of bad timing.

Icing on the cake, however, was Friday, when I got into a bit of a bike accident. My knee got severely torn up, but all seemed fine. I'd suffered roadburn before, it wasn't anything new. It made me feel fourteen again. Until, yesterday, I had to go to a doctor to have it treated due to a very bad infection (@anna-phora can testify, it is SUPREMELY gross).

It just really hasn't felt like my week, month, or even year. I am fully convinced that 2022 has a hit out on me, and the universe is coming to collect. Everyone keeps telling me that there's going to be a silver lining at some point, or that after every storm there's a rainbow, etc. But istg if I don't win the lottery this week, I'm gonna scream, because how many more hits can I take? (Cue oncoming bus driven by Keanu Reeves).

In an effort to try and sort my real life out before having to deal with my online one, I deleted my Tumblr app for a bit. Which was honestly a bit stoopid because Tumblr is a place I genuinely love and editing has always been therepeutic for me.

I'm telling you all this because I didn't want anyone to think I was ignoring them. I'm just here for good vibes 🥲💕

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 25

A/N: So this chapter begins the first mention of COVID-19 for the story.  I know it’s not much but I did want to put a little disclaimer because I know it was a traumatic event for many people, especially those who were affected by it personally.  We will obviously get deeper into it as the story progresses in the next chapters (judging by the date...it’s time!) 

Also, no @’ing me about what happens here with a certain someone.

March 2nd, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was paying attention to the news at the airport.

“While the first case of what epidemiologists are referring to as COVID-19 was recorded in Toronto on January 25th, the novel coronavirus is still baffling some scientists in terms of its symptoms.  They range from severe in some, to completely asymptomatic in others.  While there are currently less than twenty cases in Toronto thus far, Ontario health officials have recorded three news cases today.  One is a man in his 60s who returned on a flight from Egypt, while the other two are women in their 60s and 70s returning on a flight from Egypt.  Public health officials are encouraging individuals to wash their hands frequently and exercise caution whenever and wherever possible.”

“Want some hand sanitizer?” John asked from beside her.  He was laid out in the chair beside her while her knees were against her chest.

She nodded, leaving her bag of pretzels in her lap before she extended her hand and he squirted some Purell onto her hand.  John always had everything readily available – hand sanitizer, band aids, healthy granola bars, breath mints – she was sure he probably had a spare hair elastic in his backpack too, and a full surgery kit for all she knew.  She rubbed the sanitizer in between her hands.  “What do you think about all this?” she asked, motioning towards the TV monitor.

John shrugged.  “I’m a bit nervous about it,” he admitted.  “I know that Aryne is taking some extra precautions with Jace.  A lot of her friends from Queen’s ended up going to med school so she’s friends with a lot of doctors and listening to their advice.”

“I guess we should all be.”

“Wouldn’t hurt, right?” John asked rhetorically.  “Better safe than sorry.  What do you think about it?”

Aberdeen pursed her lips slightly.  “I have no clue.  Science goes way above my head.  But if doctors and epidemiologists are going to tell me to do something – or not do something – so I don’t get sick, I’m going to do it – or not do it – whatever.”

“Atta girl,” John smiled.  “Just listen to the experts.”

“That’s why I listen to you about hockey,” she winked.

He laughed out loud.  “You butter me up too much.  What are you looking for?  A granola bar?  You already have pretzels.”

“Not everything with me has to do with food.”

“Really?”

She pinched him.

***

March 5th, 2020

It was 24 Celsius in Los Angeles, and Aberdeen was loving it.  Though the Leafs had suffered a bit of an embarrassing loss to San Jose the night before, today the team had a day off before they had back to back games against the Kings and Ducks.  Some of them were going shopping on Rodeo Drive (Auston, Frederik), and some were visiting old friends since being traded (Kyle, Jack), but most were doing exactly what Aberdeen wanted to do: going to the beach.

They decided on Malibu Beach.  It was only a thirty minute drive from the hotel, so Aberdeen put on her bathing suit and packed herself in a car with John, Jason, and Justin Holl.  William, Rasmus, Kappy, and Pierre followed in another, with Tyson and Mitch tagging along in the last car too.  It may not have been super-hot to Californians, but for sun-starved Canadians, it would do.  The sun was out, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and she was going to tan the entire afternoon.  She would take advantage of it as much as possible.

As she helped set up the blankets and beach towels, she watched as Mitch and Tyson already stripped down to their bathing suits and ran into the ocean together.  Pierre was setting up some Bluetooth speakers and John was passing around the sunscreen.  The visual of these men rubbing sunscreen across their abs made Aberdeen’s heart flutter – but then the image of them having to slather sunscreen all over each other’s backs brought her back down to earth.  She chuckled to herself and shook her head.

“Aberdeen, sunscreen!” John tossed the bottle towards her.  She caught it and stripped down to her tankini before squirting some onto her legs and arms, making sure to cover herself thoroughly.  She could tell William was watching but trying not to make it seem like he was.  Jason took care of her back.  

The guys did their own thing while Aberdeen read her book and tanned.  She could hear them screaming every now and then and watched as they gave each other piggyback rides and splashed water at each other like they were a peewee hockey team on a weekend tournament.  Every now and again someone would come back to the blankets and beach towels to relax, but soon enough, they were back in the ocean, being loud and obnoxious but happy, happy boys.

“Whatcha reading?” Tyson asked as he walked towards her, wet from the salt water and sand sticking to his legs.  She flashed the book at him – Milkman by Anna Burns – and he squinted his eyes to see it properly in the sunlight.  “Is it about milk?” he asked.

She shorted.  She remembered back to when she was reading Women Talking by Miriam Toews and William asked “Do women talk in it?” like a smartass.  “It’s about a woman in what’s very obviously Belfast coming of age during the Troubles.  I thought it might give me some more insight into what my mom grew up in.”

“Is it any good?  Was it as good as the one you were reading last week on the plane?  Normal Girls or whatever it was?”

Aberdeen giggled.  “Normal People, you mean?  No, it’s not as good as that.  Fuck, I loved that book.”

“I know.  You wouldn’t shut up about it!” he joked, wiping his body off.  From behind him, Aberdeen could see John making his way towards them.  William was still off in the ocean, throwing a football between him, Pierre, and Mitch.  “Think you can teach Mitch how to read?”

Aberdeen smiled.  “I can certainly try.”

As if on cue, Mitch’s booming voice was heard.  “Hey T-Bear!  Get over here!” he yelled, putting everything he had into his throw of the football so it reached Tyson, who caught it expertly.

“See ya later, Aberdeen,” he said before running off, throwing the football towards Pierre who had to dive into the water to catch it.

Instead of focusing on the water cascading down Pierre’s abs or the sunlight hitting William’s broad shoulders perfectly, making him look like some Norse god, she focused her attention on John.  “You feeling good?” she asked.

“The best,” he nodded, wiping himself off before lying the towel down again and sitting on it, bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.  “You’ve already gotten some colour,” he commented.

“Thank God,” she said, looking down at her arms.  “The winter has made me so pale.  It’s a bummer I didn’t get my dad’s skin tone.  My sister and brother got lucky with that.”

“You took after the Scottish side?” he asked.  Aberdeen nodded.  “I get it,” he said.  “Aryne can’t tan either.  She burns too easily.”

“Wonder if the Swedes are going to look like tomatoes in a couple of hours,” she said, nodding her head towards them.  “Imagine they’re on TV and beet red?  I might get fired for not slathering sunscreen on you guys or not telling you to put on some hats.”

John laughed out loud, choosing to lean back on his elbows.  “I don’t know about that, Aberdeen.  Something tells me you’ll be around for a long time if certain people have anything to say about it – well, until you want to leave, that is.”

Aberdeen’s body stiffened slightly at his words.  “Wh…what do you mean?” she asked.  

“Ah, nothing serious, Aberdeen.  Don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head.  With the silence between them, Aberdeen thought he may have dropped it, but he didn’t.  He was just preparing to articulate what he wanted to say.  “It’s not just Brendan liking you, you know.  We know William has, like, the biggest crush on you, okay?  We’re all adults here,” he said to her shock.  “It’s cute, but we all know it’s harmless.”

“It is harmless,” she stressed.

“I know, Aberdeen.  Don’t worry.”

“Don’t for a second forget that you’re all Toronto Maple Leafs,” she said.  “Every job in this organization is a dream job for someone and you guys forget that some people spend their entire lives, their entire careers, building up their resumes waiting to get hired by this organization.  Nobody would ever, ever, under any circumstances, want to do anything to fuck it up, because once you’re done here, there’s nowhere else to go.”

“I knooooow, I know.  I’m just ribbing you like we rib him about it,” he smiled.  He was so jovial about it all that Aberdeen calmed down a bit.  He wasn’t trying to get to the bottom of something like he was when he and Morgan asked her about Ethan – he was just being good-humoured.  A human, not a captain of a hockey team.  Maybe her overreaction was a bit much but she needed to remain guarded and vigilant about it if ever, and whenever the guys brought it up.  “He looks at you googly-eyed all the time even though he knows nothing’s ever gonna happen.  I’m pretty sure he’d cry whenever you leave.”

Aberdeen snorted.  Cry from joy, probably, because that would mean they could actually touch each other in public.  “He told you that?  That nothing is ever gonna happen?”

John nodded his head.  “Well, nothing’s ever gonna happen as long as you work here,” he clarified.  “But don’t tell him I told you.  He kind of figures and we all know it’s a lost cause as long as you’re working here.”

Aberdeen nodded, deciding not to say anything as she looked out into the distance.  The boys were still throwing the football, and Justin was attempting a yoga pose on the beach.  She picked up her book and buried her head in it.

***

Adrian Kempe, a Swedish friend of William’s, recommended a taco restaurant in Malibu for the group to have dinner.  It wasn’t a far drive from where they were on the beach, so at around six in the evening, they shook the sand off the towels and packed them back in the cars and headed to Café Habana.  Aberdeen was in the car with John, Jason, and Justin again.  

When they arrived at the restaurant, she looked out the backseat window to see Kappy making a beeline towards someone.  The girl, Aberdeen soon noticed, was Saylor.  She figured Saylor was here for another modelling gig, though Aberdeen did find it somewhat amusing that Saylor always popped up in cities or areas with…well, shall we say distractions.  She was in New York.  Las Vegas.  Aberdeen knew she’d been to Florida.  Now she was in LA.  Saylor didn’t go Columbus or Colorado.  

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Saylor squealed as she saw Willy, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him.  “Surrrrrpriiiiise!”

“Surprise,” he smirked, but Aberdeen could tell he wasn’t as excited as she was.  “Here for some modelling?”

“Who wouldn’t want to come down to LA to model?  I just came from a shoot,” she said, now focusing her attention on Aberdeen.  “Hey girl!” she squealed again.  

“Hi Saylor,” she smiled.

“I’m so glad I won’t be the only girl here tonight,” she smirked.  “The boys can get so boring sometimes.”

“Aberdeen’s used to it by now,” Jason piped in.  “She’s only been travelling with us since September.”

The group moved towards the restaurant and were seated in the back patio at a long table.  Aberdeen was squished in between Jason and John, and directly across from her sat Willy, Pierre to his right and Saylor to his left.  Saylor and Kasperi didn’t even have to sit down to ask the waiter and waitress attending to them if they had oysters.  They didn’t.  With one quick look at the menu, and a disproportionately long discussion requiring everybody’s calculators to be out to determine how many orders of tacos were required for everybody to have three tacos each (much to Aberdeen’s entertainment), the group ordered four orders of every taco variation (and there were five of them) on the menu, along with some sides of baby broccoli, sautéed zucchini, and French fries.  As a dining group of 11, it should have been more than enough food.  She felt bad for the chefs, but knew the food would be amazing.  She saw it being brought to a table near them and it looked delectable.  

While Aberdeen maintained professionalism at all times when she was in front of the guys, when the tacos came, that professionalism waned.  She made sure to grab the four tacos she was guaranteed and wanted and piled them onto her plate.  They looked delicious.  Even as she bit into her first one, she moaned audibly at the taste, making the guys around her laugh.  Willy eyed her as she did so, taking a bite out of his own.

“So what have you been up to?” Saylor asked Aberdeen as she crunched on a French fry.  “Kappy told me it was your birthday?”

“It was!  I turned 22.”

“Ohmigod, I remember my 22nd birthday.  We went to the rooftop bar at the Bowery Hotel in New York City,” Saylor said.  Aberdeen knew it would be something ultra-luxurious because that was the only way Saylor seemed to roll.  “What did you end up doing?”

“Oh, a bunch of friends and I just got a booth and bottle service at a club.  Nothing as fancy as that,” Aberdeen answered.  

“How many were you?”

“I’d say about twenty.”

Saylor’s eyes bulged a bit.  “When you get older, your friend group gets soooo small,” she said, her tone making it seem like she was the all-knowledgeable big sister bestowing wise knowledge upon Aberdeen.  Saylor was only a year older than her.  If it was Jen, Aryne, or Bee giving this advice, fine – but not Saylor.  “My friend group is so small now.  All the drama that goes on between people is just so tiring, you know?  Less people, less drama.”

Aberdeen didn’t want to be rude, so she nodded her head.  “I can get that.  These are all people I’ve known since high school and throughout university, though.  We’ve already been friends for a long time.”

“And you’re still friends with them?” Saylor asked.

Aberdeen nodded her head.  Before she could say anything else, John piped up.  “I think that’s a testament to your character more so than anything, Aberdeen.”

“But it could also speak to, like, the way people are,” Saylor went on.  Aberdeen indulged her, looking at her so she would continue.  “Like, when I was in high school – my family is from Lake Forest, and I went to Lake Forest Academy – I found out this one friend was talking behind my back and I totally ditched her.  But then we ended up at the same college, and it was really weird for a while, but then we ended up becoming friends!”

Aberdeen didn’t know what point she was trying to make.  Neither did anybody else listening, judging by the looks on their faces.  “That’s good you were able to turn the relationship around,” she commented, not knowing what else to say.

Saylor looked very proud of herself.  “Besides that, what else have you been up to?  Are you still just, like, Brendan’s assistant?”

Aberdeen bit her tongue to smile curtly.  “Just.”

“And a great one at that,” Jason said before stuffing his mouth with a taco.

“I guess that’s enough for you,” Saylor commented.

Aberdeen almost dropped her taco.  So did Jason.  Willy was looking in between them.  She didn’t know how to respond at this point and not sound rude when Saylor’s rudeness was so blatantly obvious.  Aberdeen still wasn’t sure whether or not Saylor actually had the capacity to be underhanded.  She was starting to err on the side of Saylor knowing exactly what she was saying to people but saying it in such a way and with such a tone that everyone thought she was just dumb and didn’t know better.  Aberdeen began to believe Saylor did know better, and her act wasn’t fooling Aberdeen anymore.  It made her reconsider what Saylor said to her in New York about her nose.  “It’s actually not enough for me, but it’s what’s paying the bills right now and I’m not going to discuss career aspirations at the dinner table in front of people who are technically my colleagues and who don’t want to see me leave anytime soon.”

“But you can’t be in a job you hate just because it pays the bills!” she said like some dreamer.  “You need to go out there and be creative!  Cultivate!  Be artistic!  Design!  Sometimes the best opportunities come when you just drop everything, quit your job, and start hustling as you do what you love!”

Aberdeen felt her blood begin to boil.  She tried to remain calm.  “One – I never said I hated my job.  I love this job and I love the people I work with,” she clarified.  “Two – that’s a bit easy to say for someone with family money who grew up in Lake Forest and went to a private school.  I have rent to pay.  Bills – groceries, my cell phone, internet, stuff for my cat – I can’t just up and quit my job with a steady income to hustle and be creative when I have a shit ton of responsibilities.”

“I’m sure your parents would help you if it’s your dream and it’s something you really wanted to do.”

“No, they wouldn’t,” Aberdeen deadpanned.  “My parents have their own shit to deal with.  My mom would kick my ass if I was that stupid.  I mean, my parents are immigrants, so that goes without saying.  They don’t owe me a dollar, and I would never ask them for it.  I would never do that to them.”

“What about your grandparents?”

Aberdeen could feel John, Jason, Pierre, and Willy deflate at the question.  It was almost comical.  “I think you’re missing the point, Saylor,” Jason said nicely.  “Aberdeen is already hustling to get to an end-goal of writing.  This job is actually helping her get to that goal.”

“Writing?” Saylor questioned.  “I thought for sure you wanted to, like, work in sports or broadcasting or something.  Writing, then?  That makes sense, I guess.  Better for you to stick behind the cameras.”

Aberdeen wondered if everybody else could hear what Saylor was saying too.  She felt like she was in the twilight zone or something.  It confirmed to her that Saylor knew exactly what she was saying.  “Yeah, I guess.  Kind of how it’s better for you to be in front of the cameras because you thrive on attention.”

“Yes!  Modelling is all about getting attention and hype around your brand,” she smiled sincerely, so happy that the topic was back on her and her modelling.  She didn’t get the subtle dig at her…extracurricular activities that took up more of people’s attention than any work or collaborations or modelling she’d done.  “I’m working so hard to build mine now, which is why I’m in LA having meetings and doing more collabs.”

“Is modelling enough for you?” Jason asked.

Aberdeen almost spit out her water, but Willy beat her to it.  She saw Saylor’s face light up even more.  “Oh my God, yes.  I looove modelling.  I’m soooo into the creative aspect of it and building my brand.”

“That’s great, Saylor,” Aberdeen smiled.  “I’m really glad that it’s working out for you considering how much you love it.”

“Thanks, girl,” she winked.  “It’s hard because the industry is so saturated these days.  I mean we were talking about this in New York.  Every girl with an iPhone, some makeup, and good angles thinks she’s a model.  It really takes someone creative like me to stand out.  Someone with a unique look and a unique brand,” she went on.  “Like your nose, you know?  It’s big.  Huge.  We talked about that.  You could get a nose job, or you could work with it.  Most would get a nose job.”  

Jason was ready for Aberdeen to snap.  So was John.  So was Pierre.  But William knew better.  When he saw Aberdeen smile, close-mouthed, just a hint of a coy grin playing on her face, he knew better.  “I have a Virginia Woolf nose,” Aberdeen said.  “It reminds me of how much I want to become a writer and not a model.”

***

“I feel like I just watched a WWE match on pay-per-view,” Aberdeen overheard Justin say to Jason in a low voice as they trailed behind her in the parking lot (he sat beside Jason during the meal and had heard everything, but even if he hadn’t sat beside him, Aberdeen had a feeling he still would have heard).  After the tacos were eaten, everybody decided to call it a night and go back to the hotel – well, mostly everyone.  Saylor wanted to go out for drinks somewhere else in Malibu.  Everybody else politely declined.

“Yeah, except it was pretty one-sided,” Jason said in an equally low voice.  “It’s like Aberdeen was Stone Cold Steve Austin and Saylor was the poor jobber her stunnered every Monday night.”

“You picked up on the nose comment too, right?  I mean she was basically telling Aberdeen to get a nose job?” Justin asked.

“Yup,” Jason popped the P sound.  

“I thought I was going crazy when I heard it.”

“Yeah, me too.  But from what I’ve heard from Jen I didn’t expect more from her.”

“It’s good that Aberdeen is mature.  I think if it were me at 22, I would have lunged across the table,” Justin commented.

***

“Who’s Virginia Woolf?”

Aberdeen was lying naked in her hotel bed, tits out, with William lying by her side after he’d fucked her, and that was the question he asked.  Aberdeen smiled.  She loved William and she knew him – she really did, at least she liked to think – but sometimes she didn’t understand how his brain worked.  She knew she liked to call him “Head Empty”, but sometimes she wasn’t so sure.  He clearly had thoughts.  He just brought them up at weird times.  “She was a writer in the early 1900s,” she answered, laughing slightly.

“And you want to be like her?”

She shook her head.  “I’d like my writing to be like her writing.”

“Why don’t you want to be like her?”

“She filled her pockets with rocks and committed suicide by drowning herself in the river behind her home,” she said, looking over at him.  His face was blank, processing the information, and she smiled wider.  “Maybe if my writing was like hers, I’d actually get published in Toronto Life or something.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

Her smile faded.  She hadn’t told him yet.  She’d wanted to keep it to herself for as long as possible because she didn’t want to burden him with the news.  “I did try.  I sent in one of my personal essays and they rejected it.  They sent me the email on my birthday.”

William remained silent.  He saw the look on Aberdeen’s face and knew that she felt embarrassed and disappointed – in herself, in her writing.  He wrapped an arm around her and propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at her.  “Minskatt…”

“Don’t, Willy.  You’re going to make me cry.”

“No,” he shook his head, not accepting what she was saying.  “After the Carolina game you told me I needed to talk more and that you’d listen.  Well, you need to talk now and I’ll listen,” he said.  “Talk to me, minskatt.  I’m listening.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and it wasn’t because of her writing getting rejected anymore.  It was because of the man hovering over her.  His head may by empty, but Aberdeen was sure his heart was full of gold.  She didn’t know how she got so lucky.  She didn’t know how he was hers.  “I just don’t know how much more rejection I can take,” she whispered.  “I try and I try and I write and I write and I read so I can write better and nothing is working.  Nothing,” her voice was shaky.  “I just want an editor to read my writing and say ‘This is what I’ve been looking for all along.’  But that hasn’t happened yet.  And I’m scared it’s never going to happen.”

“It’ll happen one day, minskatt.  I promise you,” William encouraged as he tightened his grip around her with his one arm.  “You’re so talented.  Your dreams are going to come true and you’re going to look back and wonder why you ever doubted yourself.”

“Do you doubt me?” she asked suddenly.

“No,” William said without hesitation.  “Not for a second.”

Aberdeen stayed silent, bringing a hand up to wipe the few tears that had fallen down the side of her face.  She rested it on William’s forearm draped across her body.  “When I get like this, all my insecurities come out.  About my future, about everything.  Maybe I was never destined to be a writer.  Maybe I was destined to be a personal assistant or a bank teller.  Maybe I was destined just to be normal girl with a big nose and nothing special.”

“How can you say you’re nothing special when you’re my treasure?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing a light kiss there.  She couldn’t help but smile, and he smiled at the fact he made her smile.  “That has to count for something, right minskatt?” he stressed the word.

She nodded.  “It counts for everything.”  She looked directly into his baby blues, barely blinking.  “The second I leave here I’m going to plant the biggest kiss on your lips, Willy.  You have absolutely no idea.”

That caused William to laugh out loud before he bent down and gave her a quick kiss.  “Not if I beat you to it,” he said.

“You won’t.  Trust me.  God, I can hardly wait,” she said.  “I still don’t know why you keep waiting for me.”

“Are you listening?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

“I wait for you because I love you.  Because I love everything about you.”

“Even my big nose?”

“My favourite part of you,” he kissed the tip of it.  She could have cried again.  “It’s what makes you you.  I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

When she craned her neck to kiss him, she made sure to wrap her arms around his body and pull him close, wanting to feel his body on top of hers.  He got the hint, and stuck his tongue down her throat, and they kissed until he was hard again.  Though he hadn’t expected a second round, he was more than willing to partake.  He even made sure to bring extra condoms.  He always did now – since Valentine’s Day.  He had them everywhere: in his wallet, in his suitcase, in his shoe.  “I love you minskatt,” he mumbled against her lips.

She didn’t respond at first.  But when she did, it was with something he wasn’t expecting.  “Tell me how you want me.”

He froze for a brief second, the previous conversation they were just having still fresh in his mind.  “What?”

“Do you want me from behind?  On top?” she asked in a breathy voice.

He groaned.  “On top.”  

They switched positions so he was lying on his back.  Aberdeen climbed on top of him.  “Willy?” she asked.  “Can we…can we try something different?”

He nodded quickly.  “What is it, Aberdeen?”

“Can we…” she began, almost a bit embarrassed.  “Can I try reverse cowgirl?”

William couldn’t help but smile.  “Of course,” he said, gripping at her hips.  

“D’you have another condom?”

“My back pocket.”

She dismounted him, leaning over the bed to grab his pants on the floor and retrieve the packet.  When she straddled him again, she did it so her back was to his face.  He could feel her pump him a few times before she rolled on the condom, and he sighed at the feeling.  She looked over her shoulder at him.  “I love you, Willy.”

“I love you too,” he said, his hands back on her hips.  He helped her lower herself onto him, the both of the moaning at the feeling.  He loved watching himself disappear inside of her.  He noticed she wasn’t moving yet.  “You okay?” he asked.  

Aberdeen nodded her head.  “It feels so good,” she said.  “I’ve never…you know…”

“It’s okay,” he said, understanding what she wasn’t saying.  He couldn’t believe that her previous sexual partners were so selfish that they never let her explore what she liked or what she could possibly like or positions she could do.  He shuddered at the thought of her potentially asking and being turned down.  It made him angry just thinking about it.  He didn’t want her to be that way with him.  He wanted her to be completely open.  “Do what you feel comfortable with, minskatt.”

She began rolling her hips back and forth.  William groaned in response, and he could feel Aberdeen’s hands grip his thighs and her nails dig in slightly.  As she rocked herself on his cock, she began to moan, gasping out anytime William would buck his hips slightly.  He had to admit he liked the view, but what he liked even more was that she was enjoying herself on top of him, doing what she wanted.  

“Willy?” she asked suddenly.  She looked over her shoulder at him again.  She looked so innocent and he knew that she meant to do it, and he almost exploded right then and there as she bat her eyelashes at him.  “Can you…can you come up here?”

He did as he was told, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around her body.  He kissed her back and dragged his lips along her skin to her shoulder and neck.  “What is it, minskatt?” he asked.

“What if I wanted to try more?”

If it was possible, William felt even hotter.  The sound of her voice saying those words was…indescribable.  “What do you mean?”

“You just make me feel so good.  I’ve never had anybody make me feel this way.  I feel so comfortable with you,” she said.  “You…I feel safe to try things with you.  Things I couldn’t try with other guys.”

He knew what she was getting at.  He placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.  “What do you want to try?” he asked.  She remained silent, wondering if she should have even said anything.  “Don’t be ashamed, minskatt.  What do you want me to do?”

She hesitated.  “D’you…can you pinch my nipples?”

He smiled because it was such a simple request.  He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index fingers.  He felt her sharp intake of breath and her head leaned back into his shoulder.  He could tell by her reaction that she wanted more.  “What else?” he asked, biting down on her skin near her shoulder.  “What are you not telling me?”

“That,” she stressed.  He didn’t know what she meant.  “The bite.  You—You can fuck me, Willy.  I want you to fuck me.  You can be rougher with me.  I think I’ll like it.”

When William heard those words and how she emphasized them, he wanted to make sure.  Needed to make sure.  The first time they had sex it was a good old-fashioned hookup.  The second time they had sex they’d made love.  In subsequent times since, it was mostly making love, if only because they had waited so long to finally be together and that was what they wanted to “release” – love.  But now, with those words being said, he knew Aberdeen was ready to take the next step.  She was willing to go further.  She trusted him to go further with her, and only wanted to do it with him.  “Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded.  “I trust you.  Fuck me, Willy.”

He pinched her nipples again, harder this time, and she gasped.  He started to move his hips too, moving inside of her, and she began to moan again.  Without warning, he fell back down on the bed, bringing her with him so her back was flush against his chest, though her knees were still bent and he was still in her.  This was definitely a new position for her, judging by her reaction – a quick “oh fuck” escaping her lips.  He heard her breathing get heavier as she felt one of his hands snake down from her breasts and on to her clit.  “Willy…” she moaned out.  

He started pounding into her, using his athletic physique to be able to so with such force in a new angle she’d never felt before.  Her moans fuelled him, and the moans changed to slight whimpers when he started rubbing at her clit.  “Fuck, Willy…” she managed to get out.

But he wasn’t done.  At least he didn’t want to be done.  His other hand, still pinching her nipple, moved up to her neck.  “Willy,” she mewled, bringing her own hand up and placing it over his.

“Is that okay?” he whispered into her ear.  He wasn’t applying any pressure – it was just sort of there – but that was apparently enough for her.  He wouldn’t have felt comfortable going further, anyway, at least without her verbalizing something.

“Yes Willy, fuck,” she arched her back.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me harder.”

He increased his pace.  Her cries let him know that even with those simple actions, she was feeling pleasure.  She was liking it.  She was getting what she wanted from him.  That was the only thing he wanted.  “I want you to cum all over my cock, Aberdeen,” he growled into her ear.  She didn’t answer, but when she arched her back again, he felt her walls tighten around his cock and he knew she was done.  He let himself find his release too, groaning in pleasure as her body writhed on top of his.  He didn’t stop rubbing her clit until her hand went over his to stop him.  Her body went still as he slipped out of her and she fell to his side, trying to regain her breath.  

After a couple of minutes, she curled around to face him.  “I know that was probably really tame but it was new for me.”

William shook his head.  He didn’t want her to feel nervous about anything.  “Baby steps,” he kissed her.  

“No guy has ever, like…asked what I like in the bedroom,” she admitted.  “So I couldn’t explore things.  Well I didn’t feel comfortable exploring things.  But I know I can with you.”

William nodded his head.  “Don’t worry, minskatt.  We can start slow.  No need to rush.  You can tell me what you like and where you’re willing to go.”

“You too.”

“Hmm?”

“You tell me what you like and where you’re willing to go, and I’ll go there with you too.”

He nodded his head, smiling.  “I love you.”

“I love you too.  More than anything.”

[wrestlingisfake]

AEW Fake Rankings, 9/25/2021

Men's singles division - babyfaces

CM Punk

Bryan Danielson

Jon Moxley (GCW world champion)

Chris Jericho

Cody Rhodes

Darby Allin

Christian Cage (Impact men's world champion)

Eddie Kingston

Orange Cassidy

Brian Pillman, Jr.

Men's singles division - heels

Kenny Omega (AEW men's world champion, AAA mega champion)

Miro (AEW TNT champion)

MJF

Malakai Black

Adam Cole

Andrade El Idolo

Matt Hardy

Powerhouse Hobbs

Shawn Spears

Daniel Garcia*

Unranked: Brian Cage, Dante Martin, Dustin Rhodes, Frankie Kazarian, Feugo Del Sol, Jake Hager, John Silver, Lance Archer, Lee Johnson, Matt Sydal, PAC, QT Marshall

* Not listed on official AEW website roster

A big talking point lately is that AEW's roster has gotten pretty huge. One effect of this expansion is that it's a major pain in the ass for me to keep track of all the wrestlers who mainly compete on the YouTube shows. Going forward, I'll be focusing on the performers who have wrestled in the past 30 days on television or pay-per-views.

There's concern that the big stars from other major-league companies (mostly WWE) will crowd out the wrestlers who came up from the minors. That issue became more clear to me when I put together the above list. Twelve of my men's top 20 came to AEW best known for their WWE runs, and Omega made his name in New Japan. So if you expected AEW to be "the best of the rest," you're left with Darby, Eddie, Orange, Pillman, MJF, Hobbs, Garcia, and a bunch of guys in the background.

We'll have to see if this becomes a problem. I'm optimistic that AEW knows what they're doing, and wrestlers will be regularly cycled into and out of the spotlight. But WWE has conditioned wrestling fans to think that if a wrestler only appears on the C-show, then the bookers have totally given up on them. So I don't blame fans for being skeptical that AEW can find a better way. It's on AEW to prove that guys like Brian Cage, Pac, John Silver, Dante Martin, and Lee Johnson will get their day in the sun. And that's not even getting into the dozens of wrestlers that aren't listed above.

Men's tag team division - babyfaces

Lucha Bros. - Rey Fenix & Penta El 0M (AEW tag team champions, AAA tag team champions)

Santana & Ortiz

Jurassic Express - Luchasaurus & Jungle Boy

Evil Uno & Stu Grayson

Chuck Taylor & Wheeler YUTA*

Men's tag team division - heels

The Young Bucks - Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson

Men of the Year - Ethan Page & Scorpio Sky

FTR - Cash Wheeler & Dax Harwood

The Butcher & The Blade

Private Party & Marq Quen & Isiah Kassidy

2point0 - Matt Lee & Jeff Parker

TH2 - Jack Evans & Angelico

* Not listed on official AEW website roster

At any given time, AEW has about 16-20 active tag teams, but a lot of them are mainly on Dark and Elevation. Limiting the rankings to teams that have been on real TV in the past month gives us just twelve men's teams. Then again, that's still more than you'll see on most other wrestling shows.

I think it's important that three of the heel teams (Butcher/Blade, Quen/Kassidy, Evans/Angelico) are in Matt Hardy's stable, so it feels like Matt is begging for one of those teams to break away and turn face. The Dark Order also features three teams (Uno/Grayson, John Silver/Alex Reynolds, Alan Angels/Preston Vance), but their storyline about internal problems could break up one or more of those pairings, if not the entire faction. Interestingly, they've started to set up a feud between the entire Hardy Family Office and the sort-of reunited Dark Order, which may be where they blow off a lot of these issues.

Women's division - babyfaces

Ruby Soho

Kris Statlander

Thunder Rosa

Anna Jay

Tay Conti

Hikaru Shida

Big Swole

Riho

Red Velvet

Leyla Hirsch

Women's division - heels

Britt Baker (AEW women's world champion)

Jade Cargill

Nyla Rose

The Bunny

Penelope Ford

Jamie Hayter

Abadon

Diamante*

Unranked: Emi Sakura, Kiera Hogan*, KiLynn King*

* Not listed on official AEW website roster

AEW doesn't do a lot of women's matches on Dynamite and Rampage, but because of the battle royale on the 9/4 pay-per-view some of the overlooked ladies managed to make the cut.

We've seen some alliances forming in this division, which has stoked talk of introducing a women's tag team championship. However, it looks like AEW has other plans, involving a new women's TBS title to complement the men's TNT title.

I don't think the women's roster is deep enough to support any new belts. That doesn't mean I don't want a secondary title or a tag title. I do. But I'm not convinced that introducing a new title will commit AEW to actually push more wrestlers and expand the roster. That commitment is what I really want; new belts are just gravy.

Part-time/semi-retired: Chavo Guerrero Jr., Homicide, Karl Anderson (Impact men's tag team champion), Luke Gallows (Impact men's tag team champion), Mark Henry, Minoru Suzuki, Rebel, Sting, Tully Blanchard, Paul Wight

I don't get the impression that Homicide and Suzuki will be sticking around for very long. Aside from them, all AEW is getting from the "forbidden door" these days is Gallows and Anderson, and all they do lately is stand in the back of Kenny Omega's entourage. These crossovers have been fun and all, but they've been more like Green Lantern/Silver Surfer than JLA/Avengers, if you get my drift.

The Dan Lambert/American Top Team storyline appears to be setting up some kind of match involving Junior dos Santos, Jorge Masvidal, Paige VanZant, and a bunch of other MMA jagoffs I can't be bothered to remember. We'll see if that actually happens, or if they just jerk around about it for another two months.

No TV or PPV matches in 30 days: Aaron Solo, Alan Angels, Alex Reynolds, Anthony Bowens, Austin Gunn, Billy Gunn, Colt Cabana, Colten Gunn, Griff Garrison, Joey Janela, Luther, Marko Stunt, Max Caster, Nick Comoroto, Peter Avalon, Preston Vance, Ricky Starks (FTW champion), Shawn Dean, Sonny Kiss, Wardlow

This doesn't include people like Julia Hart and Serpentico, who regularly appear for AEW but aren't on the official roster and apparently aren't under contract. Regardless, this gives you a good sense of which wrestlers would be the "AEW Dark roster," if we treated it like a separate brand or something. It'll be interesting to check in a few months which of these names are still stuck in this category.

No matches in 30 days: Anthony Ogogo, Brandi Rhodes, Brandon Cutler, Christopher Daniels, Leva Bates, Michael Nakazawa, Sammy Guevara, Yuka Sakazaki

As huge as AEW's roster is, it's impressive that only eight wrestlers are listed here. Guevara has a match set for 9/29, and Daniels is doing a little crossover thing on Impact Wrestling. Brandi just got back from maternity leave, and while I assume she plans to get back in the ring, that remains to be seen. As for the others, it's possible some of these people have injuries or are taking time off, and the details just haven't gotten out.

Inactive

Darius Martin (knee - unspecified ACL injury)

Hangman Page (paternity leave)

Kip Sabian (undisclosed injury)

Serena Deeb (left knee - unspecified injury)

Trent Beretta (neck - herniated intervertebral disc)

The big story here is Page, who was being set up for a major run for Kenny Omega only to suddenly lose his title shot and disappear from the show. That left everyone pretty anxious for Page to get back, especially since a wave of big new stars could crowd him out of his spot. I'm sure AEW knows when Hangman is scheduled to return, but there's no way for any of us to figure it out, which is frustrating.

Trent had neck fusion surgery, which has a notoriously slow recovery time; I don't expect him to be on TV until the middle of 2022. I haven't seen any kind of timetable for Sabian or Martin, probably because there are so few details available about the extent of their injuries.

Deeb had knee surgery in March, returned to the ring in May, and went back on the shelf in July. Evidently she came back too soon, and she's still rehabbing the original knee injury. I worry about that kind of thing when I see Britt Baker (or Impact's Chelsea Green) working through a broken wrist.

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Poor Defense

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: Happy ending obviously! xx

"Babe are you sure that you're alright?" You ask him for the fifth time. You're standing outside his car, watching him join you outside like a hwak.

Your boyfriend Kelly just doesn't seem to be okay. You watch him grab your duffle bag along with his. Usually that's not a problem for him but you see him strain his shoulder. His face says it all.

"No, I got it. You don't have to." You reach for your duffle bag.

"What do you mean? It's not a problem babe seriously. Let me." You sigh in defeat and grab his free hand. You part ways in the locker room and you join Shay in the ambo.

"Did you notice anything weird about Kelly?" You ask her. You're sitting at the floor of the ambulance and spying on him with the jump bag next to you. Making it easy for you to switch your eyes to it and act like you're not spying on him but rather doing your job.

He's at the squad table, bickering with Capp like nothing in the world is wrong or at least slightly twisted.

"What do you mean?" She tries to play it smooth. Of course she knows. The guilt has been eating her alive.

"Hm. That's weird." You suddenly say. The subject that is your boyfriend drops and you focus on the jump bag next to you.

"What's weird?"

"We're missing some painkillers. But I'm sure I ordered them." You sigh. Explaining that to main tower is going to be a pain in the ass. "Never mind. We'll figure it out."

"Okay I can't do it anymore." She sighs in defeat before throwing the last of the towels inside and sitting down next to you.

"Can't do what Shay?" You ask your partner. Shay is stressed and scared. But for what?

"He's not okay Y/N."

"Who's not okay?"

"Kelly!" She exclaims. "He went to check his injury and the doctor told him that they will need to operate and he won't be able to work for a year. Ever since then I've been helping him."

"You took the meds?!" You're shocked beyond words at this point. Not only was your boyfriend hiding a serious injury from you, he was also using his best friend and putting her in danger of losing her job. Hell even you were at risk now! "Les this can cost us our jobs!"

"I know! It's just... He's so stubborn and I was afraid that he was going to take the matter into his own hands."

Damn his stubbornness! "I will take his stubbornness and shove it so far up his-"

"Hey girlies." Brian Zvonecek interrupts you innocently. "Do you have any towels to spear?"

***

"When were you going to tell me?" You just barged into your boyfriend's private room and now you demand answers.

"Tell you what babe?"

"That your shoulder is getting worse and that you made Shay steal meds from the ambo just so you can work and risk your life." You tell him that in one single breath, with ears red as a tomato. You're angry and disappointed in him.

His face said it all. Busted.

"Look baby..." He stood up with caution. "This was just a one time thing. I'm fine now. I really am."

"No Kelly I don't think you are."

***

You have free time and you decide to use it to make up with Kelly. After what happened at the firehouse you didn't exactly find it in you to talk to him without bringing up the injury and starting a fight.

You wrecked your brain for possible explanations and after putting yourself in Kelly's shoes you decided to forgive him. He explained himself enough for you to build up the trust once more.

"Babe?" You walk around your shared apartment in hopes of finding him somewhere convenient enough to talk things out.

"In the shower!"

His reply is loud and clear. His off limits to talk now.

When you walk into the spacious bedroom it's almost like the air is completely different. Something seems off. You notice his jacket that lies on the bed, probably because he's headed somewhere.

While the shower runs in the background you take his jacket into his eyes and instinctively search through its pockets. You were never the type to rummage through his belongings but you felt like it needed to be done.

What you found shocked you. Pills.

Much stronger and illegal medication. 5 times the strength from the ones Shay took from the ambulance. You had one question in mind: Where did he get this?

Feeling your blood boil at the newfound sight you reach for his phone without a second thought. Someone must've gotten this for him and you were going to find out who.

Calls were a dead end and you quickly turned to look through his messages. The newest contact being someone named Anna.

It's obvious the moment you scroll through their conversation. A conversation way to long for your liking that started just a day after you confronted him about it.

You feel betrayed. He promised he would do the surgery.

You throw his phone back on his nightstand and fish through your pockets for your own. The moment you have it you swipe through your contacts and press call. "Yes?"

"Les who is Anna?" You ask her. The human encyclopedia for Kelly's past flings and girlfriends.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because..." You make sure to quickly hide in the kitchen so he doesn't hear you. "I just found out that he's still using pills. Illegal and stronger meds. And I know it's not you because you and I both don't have access to this kind of stuff."

"Uh..."

"I went through his phone and before you tell me how I shouldn't have done that... I had every right to protect him from risking his life because he's so freaking stubborn!" You huff into the phone. You clutch the meds in your hand until they're almost grinded into powder. "The name's Anna."

"Oh Jesus..." You hear her sigh. "An old flame and pharmaceutical rep. They never slept together but he did kiss her."

You start to see red. "I figured as much."

After taking a deep breath you bid Shay your goodbyes and start to pack your bags.

"Y/N-"

"Save it." You place the last of your shirts into the duffle bag. Ready to fly out of the apartment.

"Why?"

"Why?! Are you serious right now?" You ask him angrily. "You know what Kelly? I should've reported you for taking unprescribed medicine the moment I found out! No actually I should've reported you for making Shay steal them for you.

I can't believe I thought you were going to do the surgery. I stayed quiet knowing that your little stunt could cost me my job-"

"But you didn't do anything."

"Exactly! I didn't do anything to stop it. In the eyes of the whole CFD I am a careless paramedic in charge that doesn't take inventory seriously and instead allows firefighters to take whichever meds they prefer to themselves. Add my romantic relationship with the firefighter in question to the mix and my career is gone! Poof."

After a few deep breaths you zip your duffle bag. "I am not mad that you went to your ex fling for help. I am mad that you lied to me. You made me think everything was alright and when I found out you promised me that you would do the surgery. Not for me but for yourself and us. Yet again. You lied."

Knowing that staying in the same room with him for a second longer would make you stay, you decide to stalk out of the room and the whole apartment, leaving your own keys in the kitchen so you don't get tempted to come back.

***

"Shay let me in c'mon." Kelly banged on the door of Shay's apartment knowing that you were inside. "I need to talk to her."

The man you call the love of your life wasn't going to give up and both of you knew it. Frantically, with both hands in the air and if possible both legs too, Shay mouthed "What do I do?"

You nod towards the door, "Open the door."

She mouths back. "Are you sure?"

"Hey! Stop mouthing to each other and open the damn door!"

"Damn you Kelly!" Leslie shouts at him before opening the door and dissappearing into her room with a loud slam of the door.

It's been two weeks since you "moved out". You didn't give him the time of your day at work but the time you spent apart was eating you alive. Killing you actually.

His handsome self barges into the living room and spots you on the couch. Curled in a ball with tea in your hands and a blanket over you. The silent battle of eyes stops when he takes three long strides towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. A kiss that feels like homecoming.

You pull away flushed to the bone and encourage him to take a seat next to you. You place the blanket over his lap like you always do. Some things die hard.

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"The surgery Y/N. I'll do it."

Your mouth falls open in an 'O'. "So you're not here to ask me to move back in?Cause I'm still paying rent for that place."

He chuckles in a way that makes you weak in the knees. "You didn't let me get to that part."

"What made you get a change of heart?" You place your steaming hot tea on the glass coffee table and make yourself comfortable on the couch, your eyes never leaving his.

"You." He said simply. It made you blush against your will. "And the pain. It's horrible."

A bubble of laughter escapes your lips. "I love it when I make you laugh."

His statement caught you off guard making you blush even more. "I'm supposed to have a better defense."

"No you don't." With that he placed his index finger under your chin and lulled you into him. He spoke a soft apology in the kiss and you accepted it by kissing him back.

"Let's go home." Kelly whispered. Sorry shining in his eyes.

"Okay."

This time it was you leaned in for a kiss.

MASTERLIST

[faerune]

I was tagged in a few oc memes by @chuckhansen and @tommymillers! Thank you guys 💗🥰💖

Tagging: @queennymeria​, @jmcolt, @jackiesarch, @prometheas, @arborstone​, @abelas​, @zarneki​, @shadowglens, @madssweeny, @shimmering-shield​ and anyone else who would like to!

— TESS WYATT

name: esther catherine wyatt alias/nicknames: tess, tessie [by her father], doc / vet / the medic [various, primarily negan] gender: cis female. age: 30 [at the time of the outbreak], 42 [as of s10] zodiac: libra. abilities/talents: expert knowledge in veterinary care and animal husbandry. average knowledge of human medical care equivalent to an EMT [setting bones, stabilizing vitals, apply stitches, etc.]. working knowledge of weapons and combat. hunting and tracking as well as above average wilderness survival skills. horseback-riding. fishing. acoustic guitar.

alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: raised catholic but not practicing until her kids are born. even then it’s more just a family bonding thing because she has good memories of going to mass with her father every sunday. sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues:  charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: english and some rusty spanish. she used to be much better at it when she was younger. family: daryl dixon [husband, alive]; lydia dixon [adopted daughter, alive]; carolina dixon [daughter, alive]; anna dixon [daughter, alive]; gabriella wyatt [mother, deceased]; anthony wyatt [father, deceased]; lucas wyatt [brother, unknown]; grace wyatt [sister-in-law, unknown]; lily wyatt [niece, unknown] friends: she’s friends with a majority of the main protagonists but some really significant ones: rick grimes [+ kiddos], michonne hawthorne, carol peletier, glenn rhee [best friend], maggie greene-rhee, hershel greene, tyreese williams, aaron, denise cloyd, siddiq, gabriel stokes sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated libido:  sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build:  slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 5’10” scars: various smaller scars acquired through the years after the outbreak, a scar above her right knee when she fell as a kid and dislocated her knee, requiring surgery, a large bullet wound on the front/back of her right hip where she was shot and had cauterized the wound, a slice from the right square of her jaw that ends close to the corner of her lips facial features: beauty marks - specifically a cluster of three under her left eye as well as freckles

swim || scuba dive || drive || read and write || ride a bike || do math  || sew || draw || tattoo || do piercings || make a shelter || first aid || cpr || throw a punch || swing a weapon || shoot a gun || reload a gun || Heimlich maneuver || use a lmg || put someone in a choke hold || use a lighter || use matches || make weapons  || make dynamite || make c4 || break limbs || bake  || cook || make a store bought pizza || make a craft mac and cheese || be annoying || use a zipline || fly a plane || drive a boat || control temper ||  drop kick their enemies into the sun

dogs or cats birds or bugs snakes or spiders coffee or tea ice cream or cake fruits or vegetables sandwich or soup magic or melee sword or bow summer or winter spring or autumn past or future five songs that remind you of them:

bury a friend - billie eilish

capsize - FRENSHIP, emily warren

sensible heart - city and colour

all these things that i’ve done - the killers

survivor - 2WEI, edda hayes

[hey-its-cammy]

This is No Mistake

Teaser 

Title: This is No Mistake (Teaser)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Eventually) 

Word count: 3019

Summary: Y/N always felt out of place. Like she didn’t belong in this life. In this universe. She felt like she belonged and had a purpose somewhere else. Of course she never knew where until something bad happened and led her to her destiny. To her purpose in life.  

Chapter trigger warnings: Mentions of suicide, shitty parents, mentions of depression, mentions of low self-esteem, blood, minor character death

A/N: So I just recently thought about this and it has been on my mind recently. Maybe I can turn it into a series maybe not. This is actually one of my longest things I've ever written, positive feedback is always welcome and constructive criticism is nice as long as you are, I am always trying to improve ;) Let me know what ya think!

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Your home life wasn’t all what you had hoped it would be, it wasn’t bad but you suppose it wasn’t good either. After years of being bossed around by your mother and all the verbal abuse from your family members, it seemed that life wasn’t turning out like you had hoped. You felt like the walls around you were your cage. How? You have always been told and kept reminding yourself that people had it worse than you, that you had it made. Your mother and father fought constantly while you grew up and still do. You remembered a time when you were younger and hoped they would make amends and it would be better, it never happened. The fighting only got worse as you grew and started to become more aware of the arguments. Pretty soon you couldn’t escape them, they always seemed to happen while you were around. You wondered if they were fighting about you, of course they were. What else would they be fighting about? It has always been you or money, past things that your mother brought up that didn’t matter now. 

Both of your parents were quite complex yet strangely simple. Your father was a toxic masculine man, tall and with dark features. He was loud when he got angry, you were constantly afraid of him hitting you but he never laid a finger on you somehow. He was simple. He liked cars, you would help him with them when you were little. He was a mechanic. Honestly they were some of your fondest memories. Even if he was constantly fighting with your mother or really verbal with the abuse he laid into you, he managed to be surprised when you seemed to magically have self-esteem issues. Honestly, heavens no. Not his child. 

He was an asshole but there were moments that he wasn’t, you held onto those for your dear life. Like the moments when you were little? The nice memories of the past. They tend to sadden you now that you are older, wishing you could return into that carefree state of mind. Growing up sucked. Bad. Even when you were younger you saw what it turned into. Both of your parents were unhappy with life. It never changed. Even if you liked your father more than your mother, you still always felt uncomfortable around him. You two rarely spoke and when you did it was a question or small talk.  

Now your mother? Ha, she was something different than your father who was actually quite laid back. No, your mother was an uptight bitch who constantly rode your ass like a pack mule. Throwing more emotional and mental issues on your back like a load, expecting you to just accept it and move on. With her it was always her way or the highway or so the saying goes, something like that. Even with small things like folding laundry, if you didn't do it her way then she would get pissed off and blame things on you that have no correlation what-so-ever. It was just sad.

You never felt like you deserved any of it. It never sat right with you. Well everything thinks their parents are shit but why you? Isn’t that what everyone thinks? 

You held onto the moments where things seemed to be so normal, family outings to the fair every year or walking around the mall. Sure there were still some bickering and banter between the two of them but nothing like the usual. It was nice, you didn’t feel like running away and hiding. Something you often did when you were at home, being in your room all day everyday until your only best friend invited you out with her. She was a nice getaway, a break from your family. Hell, when you were in your teens you’d spend weeks at a time at her house. Her parents were divorced but her mom was cool, she let you drink sometimes. You two still are best of friends, peas in a pod, creme and cookie of the oreo. 

Now Anna, your best friend since freshman year of highschool, she was a character. She was your twin flame, or so she called it. Frankly you never heard of the term before she used it and explained it to you one night, you two were at her step-dad’s house in the kitchen. You remembered it vividly. 

The blonde haired, blue eyed female was to your right while you stood at the end of the kitchen island, looking at the marbled surface. Y/E/C eyes casted down on the surface under your fingers. 

“That’s what i'm saying, we lived virtually the same lives but yet we are different in most aspects.” She said softly but with enthusiasm. 

“Hmm?” You zoned out for a moment while she went on a tangent, thinking about a place that isn’t here. You did it more often than you’d like to admit honestly. You rather be hunting with Sam and Dean. 

“Y/N, are you listening? Twin flames.” She waved a hand in front of your face to grab your attention. 

Your glossy gaze lifted and became clear to focus on your bff. “Huh?” You said again. Sad you didn’t get to finish your thoughts about your hunt in this other world. It all felt so vivid and real until you came falling back into reality. Shit blows. 

“Twin flames. That's what we are.” She repeated herself. Maybe she picked up on the blank stare you gave her but when it clicked, she explained. “It's like your twin but not.”

“Helpful.” You nodded sarcastically. 

“Y/N i'm serious! Think of tinkerbell and her sister.”

“Periwinkle.” You said before your mind even registered that you knew it, must have been the millions of times you have seen the movies. 

“Yes, they don't really look anything alike at all,” She motioned with her hands between the two of you. “They are completely different but work so well with each other like they were made for one another.”

“Like a soulmate?” 

“No, well sorta but no.” 

“Ya lost me.” You tilted your head and sent her a half smile. 

“Ugh nevermind. But you’re my twin flame.” 

Those were the good days, when you were around each other constantly. You were fluid and around each other so much that when you were out, people thought you were dating. Of course the two of you would laugh it off and give that person a run for their money on that bet or assumption. That's just how you two were. You were a tomboy and she was a lipstick, it fit. She wasn’t a lesbian, she was bisexual and so scared what you would think when she came out to you. Honestly you just laughed and said you liked boobs too, who doesn’t? They are squishy! 

She was great but you always felt like she was just using you for emotional stability sometimes. Of course that’s not a bad thing but like...constantly. You were the less emotional one and when you were, you struggled with showing them. You only cried when you were alone, it took you five years of close friendship with Anna for her to actually see you cry. Of course that just had to be when she needed you to be strong for the both of you. At least in your mind that's how it was supposed to be. She was talking about committing suicide that night and it stuck with you ever since. She grounded you when you were feeling numb. Made the dark days sunny again. She was all you had.

Weakness was never something you took kindly to at all. Probably what you got from your father, you never saw him cry. You were always told to shut up and stop being a baby when you cried, people mocked you constantly. When you were younger you were very emotional but you couldn't help it. You were young. So now that you were older, you never showed it to anyone.

Now here you were, alone in your room, sobbing. One of your patients had died on your table today, he was a nine year old mastiff and his heart was too weak to take a simple knee replacement surgery. You loved big dogs so it only made your heart heavier. You were a veterinary surgeon at a local animal hospital about two miles from your apartment complex. You had many jobs when you were younger; a waitress, bartender, maid, secretary for a human hospital and you of course volunteered at the career center to teach kids about cars when you were available. 

Teenage boys were exhausting and sometimes very sexist, thinking it was cool and would get brownie points with any girl to hit home base. That was only until Dakota showed up in your class. She was a whirlwind of hellfire and a demon in lipstick. She basically ran the small shop that you taught in and ran the boys right into the ground. 

With a flip of her apple scented hair, they would be on their knees kissing the ground she walked on. Quite empowering even for you to say the least. She looked up to you though, it was nice. You always had that motherly charm about you, always taking care for others and never yourself. It was slowly going to kill you, at least that was what Anna said. You still looked out for others though, even her so frankly how can you?

The dog though, that was hard. Having to tell the family for them to just blow up in your face and blame you for his death. That hurt worse. Low blow to yourself and sadly as these things happen, you spiral. You spiral so much until you are numb, empty and don't care about anything. 

You were broken from your thoughts when your phone rang, vibrating on the wooden table. Jesus what time was it? You knew it was late. When you picked up the phone the small clock read 2:34 AM. Who was calling you this late? None other than your bestie had the balls to call you when you should be sleeping. 

You wiped your eyes and cleared your voice, answering the call.

“Hey! Knew you'd be awake.” She said cheerfully on the other side of the line. 

You smiled, even though she couldn’t see it. “Hey,” it came out as a raspy whisper, you cleared your throat and tried again. “Hi. Well you know, never sleep much anyway.” Insomnia is a bitch. You thought and placed the phone between your ear and shoulder as you shifted. You took the phone and moved it to your other ear. 

“Well don’t get comfy, i'm on my way to pick you up, mom misses you and so do I.”

You sighed. “Does anyone in your house sleep?”

“You’re awake too.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“Right. Okay well give me some tim-”

“No need, I'm at your door.” 

You heard keys in your lock and sighed, hanging up the phone with a click. Anna walked in just as you walked out of your room in a plain grey shirt that went down to your mid thigh and boyshort underwear. 

“Sup bitch.” She greeted and you smiled, walking towards her. She hugged you and the two of you sat down on your couch in the living room. You talked about the usual ‘how's work, what have you been up to’ the same old same old small talk. It was nice to see her after a few weeks. 

She made herself comfortable on your couch while you got dressed. Going for your usual jeans, band tee and boots. Anna always thought you looked like a total badass and on some days, you felt like it. Tonight wasn't the night though. 

You threw your hair up into a messy ponytail to keep it out of your face and grabbed your things, heading out with your friend. 

“Mom is excited to see you.” She beamed. 

“I'm sure she is, haven't seen you two in a while. Not like I used to. Work has been busy.” You didn’t look at her, afraid she’d see through you.

“I don't believe that, i think you've just been busying yourself with work and using it as an excuse to not get out and socialize.” 

Of course without fail, she did. “I'm not.” You said sternly. 

“Yeah i'm sure. Y/N you need to get over him. It��s been five months.”

You held your tongue. Easy for you to say, you bat an eye at a man and they fall to your feet. You thought. People avoid me like the plague. 

“He cheated on you, you don't need to stress yourself over a man like him.”

“That is three years of my life down the drain Anna.” 

“I know it is, i just-” 

You cut her off. “You don't know. Your relationships never last longer than a few months at most.”

“Ouch.” Her face fell and she trained her eyes on the road. You turned your head to look at her and you could see tears prick her eyes. 

“Sorry. I just- people don't chase after me like they do you. I'm not that girl. I’ve never been that girl. I'm not as pre-” 

“I'd chase after you if I were a man. Hell, Y/N/N I’ve been gay for you for years!” You smiled now, the thick tension in the air fading. 

“Yeah well we both said that when we turn fifty and we aren't married, we are marrying each other.” You two always said this even after a year of being friends, it was hard for you to trust. 

Anna gave you a knowing look and smiled. “Still a promise, sexy bitch.”

You both laughed out loud and you turned up the music she was playing, a comfortability between the two of you. 

You dated Chace for three years, friends for four years before that. You couldn’t believe it when you caught him with your ex friend Maddie in your bed together. Well maybe you could, he did say once before when he was drunk that he liked her. You shrugged it off, trying to not let it get to you. Such an idiot for that. Either way it hurt, bad. Anna was there when you reached out to her, just to stay with her until you got back on your feet. Now you live in an apartment down the road from her and you couldn't feel more free. It was safe to say two were really close. You had never been so close with someone that they knew what you were thinking by your face. It was odd. You hid everything from your parents but with her? She saw right through you like you were made of clear glass. It was thick but you could still look in. One time she compared you to lion glass. It was the only thing keeping the lion away from ripping the people into shreds. Metaphor for your emotions.

Of course after spending time with Anna and her mother, you felt better. She had a habit of doing that, cheering you up. She was happy with her new boyfriend, you were happy for her. Better than her being so lonely all the time. 

Little did you know this would be the last time you got to see your best friend again. 

You woke up alongside her, your head pounding from the night of drinking. You two always shared a bed, a habit you picked up while you were young. 

You got up, your feet hitting the softness of the carpet until it felt warm and damp. Groaning you thought you just stepped in dog pee and stepped around it only to feel it again and again. “What the hell?” 

You flicked on the light only to be in horror of what was in front of you. Your eyes burned and you immediately felt sick to your stomach, running to the bathroom to throw up the contents. Your mind was just playing tricks on you, this can't be happening. What the actual hell. There were no such things as monsters or ghosts. Freaking Scooby-Doo taught you that the real monsters were people! This is like something out of the show Supernatural you thought to yourself. Gathering yourself up off the bathroom floor, taking a deep breath, a man kicked the door down. You screamed and everything faded to black. 

Supernatural. A show you were in love with. It held all the things you were so interested in, angels, demons, Heaven and Hell. All of it. Two very attractive men playing the lead roles of the characters. Sadly you never got to meet them after the show's ending, probably never will. You watched panels and things while you were at home. Wishing you were there to see them in person. Never once did you have the money to just leave to the state or country they were visiting and having a panel in. When they did come to your state, you were out of the country on a school trip. Life is just that way. 

So here you were, waking up in a dark musty room. The lamp on the bedside table seems to be your only light source right now, besides the light coming from under the door. Where the hell were you? It felt oddly familiar but you have never been here before. At least not to your waking knowledge. A light knock on the door made you jolt up, your head pounding as you sat up. Your hand came to hold it as a certain tall, long haired man entered. 

“Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you fall, you hit your head on the floor pretty hard. You might have a concussion so take it slow.”

He was right, light hurt. Everything was hazy and slow. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times. The male started to come into view. “Jared?”

He looked at you puzzled.

“Sam?” 

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more skater au

Annelise peered out the window, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. Skaters leaned against the chain link fence, clustered in small groups, with one doing a little trick every now and then. She scanned the skate park once more, and looked down at her crystal watch. Julchen was still absent from view. Annelise brought a hand to her head and massaged her temples, growling to herself- Fortunately no one was close enough to hear. But still! Where was that girl? She was going to be late to her own band practice! 

Annelise took another glance across the park, but once again, Julchen was nowhere. Annelise sent her a quick text. Julia. I’m here in the car. Where are you? She looked up in time to witness a tall-looking, muscular woman roll past her car. Annelise blinked, Julchen’s tardiness forgotten. God, she thought, as the woman stepped off her board. Perhaps the true religion was strong thighs. 

The woman hopped off her board, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She approached a group of skaters, and another woman of a similar build pulled her into a headlock. The second woman nuzzled her fist into the strong legged, dreadfully attractive one, and laughed. If Annelise had any say in the matter- Which she didn't- she would’ve taken a comb that hair. It was unruly, and sort of cute, but needed to be better cared for. 

The women disentangled from each other, and went on talking. Annelise’s phone buzzed, though she didn't notice. She was too busy staring, and feeling gayer than she had in quite some time. Her mouth fell open as she watched the woman laugh, toss her head back and clutch her stomach with one hand. She looked like summer. 

Her phone buzzed again, and again, as if someone was calling her. She took one last glance at the stranger, drinking in her appearance, and looked down at her phone. Oh, it was Julchen. Hm. She’d anticipated a text, but any contact was good, Annelise supposed. She answered the phone. 

“Anna, baby!” Julchen crowed. Her voice was harsh on the ears. 

“Julchen. Where are you?” 

“I’m at the skatepark, what do you mean?” 

“Check the time, you cretin.” Silence. Annelise looked down at her watch once again, and rolled her eyes. Julchen’s band practice started in five minutes, and the location was a fifteen minute drive away. 

“Oh, yeah, I already told Kiku I wasn't gonna make it on time. He said it was cool.” Annelise rolled her eyes. 

“I don't care what Kiku thinks,” She growled, “I care that you wasted my time!” 

“Woah, way to speak your mind, Anna. I think you should care what Kiku thinks-” 

“Well, I don’t right now!” Annelise shouted. She was overreacting, but her car was in the sun, and she was sweating, and it was so hard not to peek out the window at that beautiful woman- 

“It’s okay,” Julchen said, voice melting like fondue. “You good, Anna?” 

“I’m fine,” Annelise said, pinching the bridge of her nose. God, Julchen was insufferable. Why she ever felt anything for that girl, she’d never know. “Can you please come here? Now? I’m next to the entrance.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Julchen said, “Kisses!” She made a loud smooching noise, and hung up. Annelise rolled her eyes again. Julchen would absolutely not be right there. Not for lack of trying, though- A few weeks ago, Julchen took a bad fall, destroying her right knee in the process. Torn ACL, patella shattered, the whole nine yards. Annelise held her hand through the reconstructive surgery. Now she relied on crutches to get around and pretended her knee brace didn't exist. The crutches, unfortunately, were a great impediment to Julchen’s speed. But whatever, she said she’d be right there. Annelise lasted three minutes before she got out of the car and stalked towards the nearest group of skaters. It happened to include that gorgeous woman she’d ogled earlier, but who was counting?  

“Do any of you happen to know where I could find Julia Beilshmidt?” Silence fell upon the group, and it took Annelise about five seconds to regret her choice. She was out of place, in terms of fashion and physical activity. There were five skaters before her, and they filled out their clothes, to say the least. Especially the woman she’d been looking at earlier. Her shorts hugged her thighs, tighter around her hips, and Annelise was fairly certain she had pierced nipples. There was a chain attached to her belt loops, for Christ’s sake! Annelise could never wear such a thing. 

“Julchen? Yeah, she’s here,” Said the Extremely Attractive Woman. “Why’d you need to know?” Annelise looked up, meeting her eyes. And what beautiful eyes they were…But she needed to find Julchen, not admire pretty girls.

“I’m her roommate,” She said, biting her lip. “I’m here to take her to band practice, since she can't drive right now.” 

“Oh, yeah, the band. Are you in it?” The woman asked, and Annelise shook her head. She wasn't sure how that was a question. Her sleeves were frilled, and Julchens had been cut off long ago.

“No,” She said, finally. Instead of replying, the other woman nodded with a half smile on her face. How was one supposed to react in this situation? “Anyway,” Annelise cleared her throat, “Do you know where she is?” 

“Oh, right,” The woman said, “Yeah, she’s back here.” She slinked out of the circle, and motioned for Annelise to follow her. Annelise stepped back, exiting the circle, and stumbled as she followed the woman with laughter at her heels. Heat prickled at the back of her neck and down her spine. Maybe it was the slight incline, but Annelise was sweating more than usual. Or maybe it was that the woman held her board under one arm, at a position which highlighted her forearm. 

Her forearm was tan, a bit darker than her upper arm, and more freckled. Tiny hairs gave her skin a fluffy halo. Despite her muscular build, her body still looked soft. And her hair- Gorgeous, curly and dark, slipping from a low bun. Annelise could imagine running her fingers through it under the soft light of her bedside lamp. You don’t even know her name, said her rational side. But she’s built like Julchen, said another, And you know what Julchen can do. Annelise tried to push the thoughts out of her head. And failed. This woman was exactly her type, and had a cute face. A round nose, not quite button shaped, and deep, brown eyes…Oh wait no, those brown eyes were looking right back at her. Fuck. 

“Not to interrupt your staring, but I don't think you mentioned your name,” the woman said. Annelise set her eyes forward as her cheeks burned. What a- hm! 

“It’s Annelise.” 

“Hm. I think Julchen’s mentioned you before. I’m Isabela.” Isabela. That was a nice name. 

“Nice to meet you,” Annelise said out of politeness. She was more sidetracked with wondering what exactly Julchen had said about her. 

“You too, babe.” Babe- It had been quite a while since anyone called her babe. Annelise shivered, and chose to blame the heat behind her cheeks on the sun. 

“Babe, already?” Annelise chuckled, electing to flirt back. “Bit- Bit forward isn't it?” Isabela chucked back and God, Julchen was gonna be so late to band practice. Annelise wasn't paying attention to where they were going anywhere. They’d passed the main area of the skate park, and now followed a dilapidated chain link fence toward a Port-A-Potty. 

“I disagree,” Isabela sniffed, “I think babe suits you.” 

“Oh?” Annelise said, her breath catching in her throat. “I happen to like the way you say it.” Isabela gave a soft laugh, and cast Annelise a sideways look. 

“What are you trying to say there, Annelise?” Isabela asked, 

“Oh, just admiring your accent. Where might you be from?” That hadn't been at the top of her mind, but it never hurt to ask. Perhaps she could later make a pass about wishing to visit Isabela’s home. Isabela cast her a smirk, one eyebrow raised. Without warning, she came to a stop. Annelise swung herself around, grinding her pivot foot into the ground, in an effort to appear that she knew what she was doing. 

“Spain,” Isabela said, and turned towards the chain link fence. She looped her fingers into a hole near the top, and pulled towards herself. “What about you?”

“I was born in Vienna,” Annelise said, “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, uh,” She grunted, peeling back the fence from the frame. “This is the easiest way to get to where Julchen is.” Oh, right. Julchen. Annelise had been a tad preoccupied as they walked. Not that she’d forgotten about Julchen. She was a wonderful friend, thank you very much. 

“And where might she be?” 

“Uh,” Isabela said, “Back there?” She gestured towards the dead shrubs behind the fence. Annelise wrinkled her nose- Isabela wanted her to walk through that? No thank you. 

“Oh.” 

“I promise it’s not that bad. There’s, like, a spot where people hang out. You can't see it from here, but it’s not far,” Isabela said, “Mind holding my board for a sec?” She thrust her board into Annelise’s hands before she could agree. “Thanks, babe.” 

“I didn't agree to this,” Annelise pointed out, clenching her fingers around the board. 

“Well, you’re holding it now, so. Yeah,” Isabela said. She shrugged, and pulled the fence back even further, then extended her left leg through the gap. God, her legs. How could one woman be such a distraction? Moreover, how could one woman have such good legs? Her quadriceps were defined, the separation between muscles showing as she transferred weight onto the outstretched leg. She ducked under the frame, and pulled herself through the hole, then released the chain links. They bounced back up, but did not meet the frame. Isabela turned away, and stepped towards the shrubs. 

Annelise glanced down at Isabela’s board. The bottom was visible to her, revealing several flowers painted in an impasto style- Quite beautifully, too. It must’ve required a strong hand- Had Isabela done them herself? She didn't seem the type. 

“Uh, Annelise?” She jerked her head up. Isabela leaned against the fence from the other side, using a foot to hold the gap open. 

“Yes?” 

“Are you coming?” 

“Oh, yes! Apologies, dear, I was admiring your board,” Annelise said, hurrying over to the fence.

“Thanks!” Isabela said, “You like the flowers? I did ‘em myself. They’re chunky, you see-” 

“I do see,” Annelise said, “Your technique is good, and the color palate is…interesting. Though I must say, it looks better than I would expect, had I known you painted.” 

“Thank you? I think?” Isabela said, “Are you trying to say I’m a bad painter?” Heat filled Annelise’s cheeks once again- Yes, she had been implying that, but only a little.

“N-No, dear, quite the opposite.” 

“Okay,” Isabela said, amused, “So are you coming or what?” Annelise sighed, and crouched down to crawl through the hole in the fence. Before she had to touch any dirt, however, she heard a raucous laugh. She and Isabela looked up to see Julchen emerging from the brush. She hobbled on one crutch, with one arm slung around another woman Annelise vaguely recognized- Catherine, perhaps?

“Oh, hey Julchen,” Isabela said, “What’s up?” 

“Hey Bela!” Julchen screeched, “I’m on my way out, gotta go to band practice- Oh, Anna, how ya doing?” 

“You’re five minutes late to your band practice, Julia!” Annelise shouted, raising her wristwatch. “And we haven’t even left yet!” 

“Okay, chill,” Julchen said, “Practice doesn't start til I walk in anyway.” Catherine rolled her eyes. 

“God, you’re insufferable,” She muttered, though she maintained a tight grip around Julchen’s waist. 

“You were singing a different tune when-” 

“Shut up!” Catherine shrieked, cheeks darkening, “Go- Go to your fucking band practice or whatever.” 

“Mmkay, babe,” Julchen said, and untangled herself from Catherine’s grip. She stumbled off to the side, but caught herself on her crutch. 

“Where’s your other crutch?” Annelise asked, “If you lost it and we have to buy another one-”

“I didn't lose it, it’s just- Look by the fence. On Isabela’s side- Yeah, near your feet-” Julchen guided Isabela as she bent down to search for the missing crutch. In doing so, the loose bit of fence she’d bent over bounced back into place. Annelise managed to jump back in time to avoid being hit. A yelp left her mouth, and she readied a scathing critique of Isabela, though her words died on her tongue. She clutched the board to her chest as Isabela bent down, searching for the crutch. The look of determination on her face was too much. After a few minutes of rummaging in dead leaves, Isabela came up with a crutch. 

“A ha!” She shouted, raising it in the air. “I have found your walking stick, m’lady!” 

“Thank you, m’lady!” Julchen crowed, and attempted a curtsey, but tipped over. And now Annelise could criticise them both again. 

“If you’re done,” She spoke up, “Our agenda does not have time for your hooligan behavior.” 

“Aww, you know you love me,” Julchen said, struggling to her feet. Annelise rolled her eyes, glaring, as Julchen crossed back to the right side of the fence. It was slow going, since she was still learning how to move without her knee, but she managed. 

“Come along now,” Annelise said, and they speedwalked back to her car. Isabela and Catherine argued behind them, though she didn't pay attention. 

“Wait, what if I used Isabela’s board,” Julchen panted, heaving herself forward. 

“Absolutely not,” Annelise said, “Skating is what put you on crutches in the first place, I’ll not allow it.” 

“I’m just saying,” Julchen said, as they approached the main area of the skate park. “If you, like, sat me down on the board, and I, like, crossed my legs or whatever, it would be way faster than if I-” 

“Explain how you plan on crossing your legs.” 

“Fair point, but you’ve gotta admit it would be faster,” Julchen said, and she was correct, though not looking at the full picture. Doing that sounded like an excellent way to further damage the rest of her leg, and Annelise told her so. Julchen rolled her eyes, and the argument would’ve continued further had they not reached the car. Annelise unlocked it, still holding Isabela’s board under her arm, and helped Julchen into the passenger seat. As she walked around to the driver’s side of the car, Isabela approached her once again. 

“Hey there,” She said, and fuck.

“Hello,” Annelise said, “I’d love to stay and speak with you, but we must be going.” 

“Oh, yeah, totally. Just, uh, you still have my board.” Annelise looked down, and yes, she did. She’d been so focussed on Julchen that she’d forgotten. 

“My apologies,” She said, and extended the board towards Isabela. 

“Don't worry about it,” Isabela said, taking it with both hands. Their fingers brushed as she handed it over. Annelise felt her eyes drawn to Isabela’s, and they held eye contact for a moment. Who knew brown eyes could be so deep and beautiful? 

“Uh, anyway,” Isabela said, “You- You had to go, didn't you?” Annelise nodded, gazing down. 

“Unfortunately, yes.” 

“Unfortunate? Why?” Isabela purred, raising an eyebrow. “Is it-”

“No reason,” Annelise shouted, overcorrecting, “I’ve gotta go. Nice meeting you!” She stumbled in her effort to make a speedy turn, and ran to the car. She got in, slamming the door after herself, and buckled in with clumsy fingers. 

“What was that?” Julchen asked, a note of amusement in her voice. 

“Shut up,” Annelise said. Before Julchen could retort, something tapped at the window behind Annelise, and she jumped at the surprise. Annelise swiveled her head around, and oh, it was Isabela, tapping at the glass. 

“Should I lower the window?” She asked, and Julchen only laughed. Annelise lowered the window. 

“Can I help you?” She asked, and Isabela smiled. She had dimples. Nice.

“Yeah, do you have a pen?” Annelise looked down at her purse, resting between the front seats, and rummaged around in it for a moment before withdrawing a pen. 

“Will this do?” She tapped her foot against the brake.

“That’s perfect, thank you,” Isabela said, and took not the pen, but Annelise’s hand. She drew it out from the car, holding tight. Annelise gasped at the contact, and squeezed a little tighter around the pen. Shit, when had she last held someone’s hand- Well, the hand of someone who was awake and sober. 

Isabela uncapped the pen with her teeth, and held onto it with her lips. Annelise tipped her head forward, eyes caught on those lips. Isabela rotated her forearm such that the soft, inner arm faced the sky. She began to write on Annelise's skin, the movement of the pen tickling slightly. Annelise kept her eyes on her face, watching her brow furrow in concentration. It took her a long moment to finish. Once she concluded her writing, Isabela capped the pen and pressed it back into Annelise's hand. 

“Hit me up,” She said with a wink, and pressed a kiss to Annelise’s knuckles before skipping away. Julchen cackled and Annelise groaned, putting the window back up. 

“What- What the fuck-” Julchen heaved, “I can't, you’re so awkward-” 

“I will stop driving you places if you keep going with that thought,” Annelise growled. Her entire body burned. She was not in the mood to be mocked- It was just attraction, albeit to one of Julchen’s friends. 

“No, please,” Julchen said, wiping a tear, “I’m- You’re so fucking funny, Anna- Isabela? She’s the one who floats your boat?” 

“Shut. Up,” Annelise growled again. She put her hands on the wheel, and sped away, cutting Julchen off. As they drove, she rolled her arm to peek at what Isabela had written. She couldn't help but grin at the little smiling flower drawn next to the number. Perhaps Julchen’s tardiness could be good for something after all.

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[panamaloading379]

Espn Body Issue 2013

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The Body Issue

Best-selling of six alternative covers of ESPN The Magazine's original Body Issue in 2009 featuring Serena Williams

FrequencyYearlyFirst issueOctober 19, 2009Final issueSeptember 6, 2019CompanyESPNCountryUnited StatesLanguageEnglishWebsiteESPN The Magazine

ESPN Show More Show Less 2 of 12 Courtney Force, a Funny Car drag racer in ESPN The Magazine's 2013 'Body Issue.' ESPN Show More Show Less 3 of 12 4 of 12 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick on the. The Body Issue differs greatly from SI's Swimsuit issue because it focuses on athletes and not The 32 Best Photos Ever From ESPN's The Body Issue. By Frank Hagler. July 11, 2013 Updated: July 11, 2013 10:18 a.m. ESPN The Body Issue from ESPN the Magazine hits newsstands on Friday, July 12. But don't worry, in this slideshow you can get a look at some of the. The ESPN Body Issue was started in 2009 and just seems to get more and more popular. The general public has had a keen interest in ESPN's venture and each ye. The Body Issue is an edition of ESPN The Magazine that features dozens of athletes in nude and semi-nude photographs, which is intended to rival the annual Swimsuit Issue from Sports Illustrated. The first issue debuted on October 19, 2009.

The Body Issue is an edition of ESPN The Magazine that features dozens of athletes in nude and semi-nude photographs, which is intended to rival the annual Swimsuit Issue from Sports Illustrated. The first issue debuted on October 19, 2009.(1)

The 2009 edition had six alternative covers featuring Serena Williams (tennis), Carl Edwards (NASCAR), Adrian Peterson (NFL), Dwight Howard (NBA), Gina Carano (mixed martial arts) and Sarah Reinertsen (triathlons).(2) The Serena Williams edition sold the most copies.(3) The 2009 issue was a financial success, achieving double the normal edition sales, greater sales than any bi-weekly issue in over two years and 35 percent more ad sales than comparable issues, which led to plans for extended marketing of the 2010 edition.(3)

The edition included the regular sports coverage. In the bodies section athletes were featured on and off the field. Even a picture during a knee surgery was included. The 'Bodies We Want' section was a feature of the best bodies in the world of sports all posed nude but with strategic coverage of private parts.(4) Another section showed the damage done to the human body in athletics such as Laird Hamilton's cracked heel and Torry Holt's crooked middle finger.(5) One action photo captured six members of Major League Soccer's D.C. United simulating a free kick defensive wall while covering their genitalia.(6)

The 2019 issue was announced as also being the final print edition of the magazine.(7)

2009(edit)

Some of the 2009 covers were revealed on shows such Monday Night Football and Good Morning America. The 2009 edition included the following:(4)

Baseball: Joba Chamberlain, Nelson Cruz, Iván Rodríguez

Basketball: Dwight Howard, Cappie Pondexter

Beach volleyball: Carol Hamilton, Greg Hunter, Noah Kaiser, Eddie Matz, Michele Rauter, Tim Struby(8)

Boxing: Manny Pacquiao

Figure skating: Johnny Weir

Football: Casey Hampton, Torry Holt, Adrian Peterson

Golf: Sandra Gal, Anna Grzebien, Christina Kim

Gymnastics: Shawn Johnson

Horse racing: Alex Solis

Ice hockey: Zdeno Chára, Bill Guerin, Chris Higgins, Mike Komisarek, Sheldon Souray

MMA: Gina Carano, Randy Couture

Rock climbing: Steph Davis

Rowing: Susan Francia

Short-track speed skating: Allison Baver

Skiing: Kristi Leskinen, Julia Mancuso

Soccer: Natasha Kai, Bryan Namoff, Oguchi Onyewu, Chris Pontius (soccer), Clyde Simms

Softball: Jessica Mendoza

Stock car racing: Carl Edwards, Mark Martin

Sumo wrestling: Byambajav Ulambayaryn

Surfing: Claire Bevilacqua, Laird Hamilton

Swimming: Ryan Lochte

Table tennis: Biljana 'Biba' Golić

Tennis: James Blake, Serena Williams

Track and field: Michelle Carter, Lolo Jones, Sarah Reinertsen

Weightlifting: Cheryl Haworth

2010(edit)

The 2010 edition included the following:

Alpine skiing: Julia Mancuso

Archery: Erika Anschutz

Basketball: Amar'e Stoudemire, Diana Taurasi

Billiards: Jeanette Lee

Bobsledding: Steven Holcomb

Figure skating: Evan Lysacek

Football: Patrick Willis

Football/Mixed Martial Artist: Herschel Walker

Golf: Camilo Villegas

Javelin Thrower: Rachel Yurkovich

Mixed Martial Arts: Cristiane Justino, Evangelista Santos

Soccer: Tim Howard

Surfer: Kelly Slater

Swimmer: Jeff Farrell

Track runner: Philipa Raschker

Volleyball: Kim Glass

Wheelchair tennis: Esther Vergeer

2011(edit)

The 2011 edition included the following:

Baseball: José Reyes

Basketball: Blake Griffin, Sylvia Fowles

Bowling: Kelly Kulick

Boxing: Sergio Martínez

Football: Steven Jackson

Golf: Belen Mozo

Gymnastics: Alicia Sacramone

Ice hockey: Julie Chu, Ryan Kesler

Indy Car Driver: Hélio Castroneves

Mixed Martial Arts: Jon 'Bones' Jones

NHRA: John Force

Para-athletics: Jeremy Campbell

Roller derby: Suzy Hotrod

Runner: Ryan Hall

Skater: Apolo Ohno

Snowboarding: Gretchen Bleiler, Louie Vito

Soccer: Hope Solo(9)

Surfing: Stephanie Gilmore

Tennis: Vera Zvonareva

Track and field: Natasha Hastings

2012(edit)

The 2012 issue featured the following athletes:(10)

Baseball: José Bautista

Basketball: Candace Parker, Tyson Chandler

Decathlete: Ashton Eaton

Fencer: Tim Morehouse

Football: Maurice Jones-Drew, Rob Gronkowski

Golf: Suzann Pettersen

Gymnast: Danell Leyva

Ice Hockey: Brad Richards

Jockey: Mike Smith

Mixed martial arts: Ronda Rousey

Rowing: Oksana Masters

Sailor: Anna Tunnicliffe

Soccer: Carlos Bocanegra, Abby Wambach

Surfer: Maya Gabeira

Tennis: Daniela Hantuchová

Track and field: Carmelita Jeter, Walter Dix

Volleyball: 2012 U.S. Women's National Volleyball Team (Destinee Hooker, Megan Hodge, Alisha Glass, Stacy Sykora)

2013(edit)

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The 2013 issue featured the following athletes:

Boxing: Marlen Esparza

Golf: Carly Booth, Gary Player

MLB: Giancarlo Stanton, Matt Harvey

MMA: Miesha Tate

Motocross: Tarah Gieger

NBA: John Wall, Kenneth Faried

NFL: Colin Kaepernick, Vernon Davis

NHL hockey: Joffrey Lupul

NHRA drag racing: Courtney Force

Rock Climbing: Chris Sharma, Daila Ojeda

Snowboarding: Elena Hight

Soccer: Sydney Leroux

Tennis: Agnieszka Radwańska, John Isner

Volleyball: Kerri Walsh Jennings

WNBA: Swin Cash

2014(edit)

The 2014 issue featured the following athletes (1):

Basketball: Serge Ibaka, Angel McCoughtry

BMX bike motocross: Nigel Sylvester

Bobsledding: Aja Evans

Boxing: Bernard Hopkins, Danyelle Wolf

Cliff Diving: Ginger Huber

Hockey: Hilary Knight

MLB: Prince Fielder

Motocross : Travis Pastrana

NFL: Marshawn Lynch, Larry Fitzgerald

Skateboarding: Lyn-Z Adams Hawkins

Snowboarding: Jamie Anderson, Amy Purdy

Soccer: Omar Gonzalez, Megan Rapinoe

Surfing: Coco Ho

Swimming: Michael Phelps

Tennis: Venus Williams, Tomáš Berdych

Yachting: Jimmy Spithill

2015(edit)

The 2015 issue featured the following athletes (2):

Archery: Khatuna Lorig

Baseball: Bryce Harper

Basketball: Brittney Griner, DeAndre Jordan, Kevin Love

Field Hockey: Paige Selenski

Football: Anthony Castonzo, Jack Mewhort, Odell Beckham Jr., Todd Herremans

Golf: Sadena Parks

Gymnastics: Aly Raisman

Hammer Throw: Amanda Bingson

Heptathlon: Chantae McMillan

Hockey: Tyler Seguin

Rugby: Todd Clever

Skateboarding: Leticia Bufoni

Soccer: Ali Krieger, Jermaine Jones

Surfing: Laird Hamilton

Swimming: Natalie Coughlin

Tennis: Stan Wawrinka

Volleyball: Gabrielle Reece

Wakeboarding: Dallas Friday

2016(edit)

The 2016 issue featured the following athletes (3):(11)

Baseball: Jake Arrieta

Basketball: Dwyane Wade, Elena Delle Donne

Beach Volleyball (Olympics): April Ross

Boxing (Olympics): Claressa Shields

Diving: Greg Louganis

Duathlon: Chris Mosier

Fencing (Olympics): Nzingha Prescod

Football: Antonio Brown, Von Miller, Vince Wilfork

Motocross: Ryan Dungey

Paratriathlete: Allysa Seely

Soccer: Christen Press

Steeplechase: Emma Coburn

Surfing: Courtney Conlogue

Swimming: Nathan Adrian

UFC: Conor McGregor

Wrestling: Adeline Gray

2017(edit)

The 2017 issue featured the following athletes (4):(12)

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Baseball: Javier Baez

Basketball: Isaiah Thomas, Nneka Ogwumike

Figure skating: Ashley Wagner

Football: Julian Edelman, Ezekiel Elliott, Zach Ertz

Hockey: Brent Burns, Joe Thornton

MMA Fighting: Michelle Waterson

Rugby: Malakai Fekitoa

Skiing: Gus Kenworthy

Snowboarding: Kirstie Ennis

Soccer: Julie Ertz

Softball: AJ Andrews

Tennis: Caroline Wozniacki

Track and field: Novlene Williams-Mills

US Women's National Ice Hockey Team (Brianna Decker, Kacey Bellamy, Meghan Duggan, Jocelyne Lamoureux, Monique Lamoureux, Alex Rigsby)

2018(edit)

The 2018 issue featured the following athletes (5):

Baseball : Dallas Keuchel, Yasiel Puig

Basketball: Sue Bird, Breanna Stewart, Karl-Anthony Towns

Figure Skating: Adam Rippon

Football: Saquon Barkley, Jerry Rice

Golf: Greg Norman

Professional wrestling: Charlotte Flair

Skiing: Jessie Diggins

Soccer: Crystal Dunn, Zlatan Ibrahimović, Megan Rapinoe

Softball: Lauren Chamberlain

Sprinting: Tori Bowie

Espn Body Issue 2013 Uncensored

2019(edit)

The 2019 issue released on September 4, 2019 and was the final printed issue of the ESPN Magazine. It featured the following athletes (6):

Baseball: Christian Yelich

Basketball: Chris Paul, Liz Cambage, Nancy Lieberman

Crossfit: Katrín Davíðsdóttir

Football: Myles Garrett, Michael Thomas, the Philadelphia Eagles offensive line (Brandon Brooks, Lane Johnson, Jason Kelce, Issac Seumalo, Halapoulivaati Vaitai)

Golf: Brooks Koepka

Gymnastics: Katelyn Ohashi

Hockey: Evander Kane

Racing: James Hinchcliffe

Rock Climber: Alex Honnold

Soccer: Kelley O'Hara

Surfer: Lakey Peterson

Track & Field: Scout Bassett

UFC: Amanda Nunes

Notes(edit)

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^Thomson, Katherine (2009-10-06). 'ESPN's 'Body Issue' Of Naked Athletes (PHOTOS): Serena Williams, Dwight Howard, Adrian Peterson, More Pose Nude (PICTURES)'. Huffington Post. Retrieved 2009-12-02.

^La Monica, Mark (2009-10-09). 'ESPN 'The Body Issue' magazine covers'. Newsday. Retrieved 2009-12-02.

^ abRovell, Darren (2009-11-30). 'ESPN The Magazine's Body Issue: A Financial Success'. CNBC. Retrieved 2009-12-02.

^ abMcCarthy, Michael (2009-09-30). 'First look: In ESPN's magazine, showing skin is no issue'. USA Today. Retrieved 2009-12-02.

^Clifford, Stephanie (2009-10-12). 'Special Issues a Bright Spot for Magazines'. The New York Times. p. B1. Retrieved 2009-12-03.

^Steinberg, Dan (2009-10-08). 'United's Nude Awakening'. The Washington Post Company. Retrieved 2009-12-03.

^Morris, Chris (2019-04-30). 'ESPN Is Shutting Down Its Magazine'. Fortune.com. Retrieved 2019-08-07.

^Matz, Eddie. 'No shirts, no shorts ... lots of service!'. ESPN. Retrieved 30 July 2014.

^'Galleries / The Body Issue / October 17, 2011 Hope Solo'. ESPN the Magazine. 2011-10-17. Retrieved 2011-10-05.

^'ESPN The Magazine Body Issue – ESPN'. Espn.go.com. Retrieved 2012-08-17.

^Chiari, Mike (June 21, 2016). 'ESPN Body Issue 2016: Release Date and List of Athletes Revealed'. Bleacher Report. Retrieved 7 July 2016.

^'Ezekiel Elliott, Julian Edelman among 23 athletes featured in Body Issue'. ESPN. June 25, 2017. Retrieved 25 June 2017.

External links(edit)

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[darlingshane]

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag some of your favorite authors.

Tagged by @anna-hawk​  & @myletternevercame​ <3

It’s a Sunday work night at La Palma when he first notices you. The lights are dimmed strategically around the tables, hinting shades of orange over palm leaf covered walls in the lounge area of the hotel. The pianist is playing something lightly upbeat, indistinguishably to him. (Expensive Delights)

Leaving war behind, she arrived at Fort Benning three days after the outbreak. (Aiming in the Dark)

The first office Christmas party at Nelson, Murdock & Page goes as well as expected: with the floor covered in shards, spilled drinks, fresh blood splatter sticking to the beige walls, and Karen Page being used as target practice before ending up, for the umpteenth time, sitting at the new detective’s desk in the 15th Precinct of the NYPD going through the statement of the events she first gave at the scene. (Office Christmas Party)

Karen and Frank moved across the hall from your door about five months ago. (Something about Us)

Karen Page was a war all on her own. (Uncharted Abyss)

Frank was drowsily recovering in his room watching something on TV after Curt left for the night. He just had knee surgery and still halfway high from the drugs, chuckling to a puppy on an ad running around and ruining everything in the house. (Coming Up Roses)

Fast stomps down the stairs echo loudly in the first floor of the house as Frank Junior descends with a water gun in his hand, pretending he’s at war with ghost soldiers that he brought to life out of his imagination. He catches her older sister Lisa, laying on the couch. Stealthily, he goes around it and points at her face. With a sly smile, he pulls the trigger a few times, squirting water all over her head and part of the couch. The young boy rabbits before she has time to react. (Tessellate)

Her focus was on the lens of her camera, not caring one bit that some of her curls got loose from her up-do to float with the soft breeze of the beach and so did the skirt of her dress. Taking her time to find the perfect angle and capture the seagulls across the clear sky, her bare feet sank on the shore, under his unwavering stare and the shy pull of his lip. (Captivated)

All the walkers that were guarding the plumbing storage facility abandon the place following Glenn's flashy sports car. When they’re far enough and you can barely hear the siren, you pull up by the sealed doors with Shane and Andrea. (Just Another Tuesday)

Nobody even noticed… (everything i wanted)

Another dark, cold night out in New York City... (Lost not Forgotten)

For weeks, you talk with Julian extensively on the phone during one of the most stressful times of your life, right when you’re tailoring the final draft of your novel into perfection, constantly going back and forth with your editor before sending it to print. It’s been a long process but you're finally close to jumping that last hurdle. (Expensive Delights Part 2 - ssshh unposted)

On your early stroll to collect water, you find the body of a man half sunken by the riverbank, probably being claimed by death by now. It's odd. Men don’t usually step into these parts of the forest. You could count with one hand the few people you encounter in a year, it’s all down to traders from the area and the occasional lost wanderer that veers off the path. (The Breadth of an Ocean - ssshh unposted )

All of these are like: he’s in a bar, she’s in nyc, she arrived at fort benning, they’re in a office...

I’d say my pattern is setting the right placement from the get go, it helps me visualize and draw inspiration from there. I really don’t know how to start otherwise but I wanna branch out one of these days.

My favorite is 5 from Uncharted Abyss, which is funny cause I wasn’t sure about the wording on that one and I asked @kteague back then and she made it better, so I can’t take all the credit for it. The original sentence was: Karen Page was a war on her own. K said try -all on her own- instead, and it worked.

tagging: @kteague, @onebatch2batch, @treaddelicately, @ninzied, @pasmonblog (no pressure)

[sydneywritespursuedbyabear]

Two Sides of the Same Kneecap: Part 1

Trigger Warnings -- also tagged: hospitals, needles, blunt trauma

This a Rainbow Sweater Squad Story for Kneecap Day 2020.

Part two will probably come some time this weekend. Stay tuned!

WC: 837

Kai rushed into the ED, hurrying alongside a sweat stained stretcher. The door swung closed behind him.

A young doc in a yellow trauma gown recognized the EMS worker immediately. “Himona, talk to me!” Rory called out as walked to meet Kai in a trauma bay along the back wall of the ED.

“Jaydyn Brooks, 24-year-old male. There was a bar fight down at Old Mill. Jaydyn caught a table in the knee. No other injuries at the scene. He’s lost less than pint, but that right knee’s pretty swollen.”

“Roger that,” Rory said. “Move on three — one, two, three.” He reached across the exam table grasped onto the sheet under Jaydyn. With Kai holding the other side, they hoisted Jadyn off of the stretcher and onto the table.

Rory slipped on a pair of blue rubber gloves and shifted his attention to his patient. “So, Jaydyn, how’re you feeling? I’m Dr. Byrne, and I’m gonna make sure that you’re okay.”

Jaydyn remained silent.

“Jaydyn?” Kai asked, “Why don’t you tell Dr. Byrne what we talked about on the way here?”

Still no response. Rory clicked open his pen and pressed it into Jaydyn’s arm. Nothing. Rory pulled his light out of shirt pocket and reached over to Jaydyn’s eyelid to check pupillary response, but Jaydyn’s eyes were sealed shut. “I need x-ray and a FAST! Someone get me Dr. Howell!”

A nurse in royal blue scrubs ran over and handed Rory a portable ultrasound. As soon as Rory had pulled Jaydyn’s maroon t-shirt back, the goo-covered ultrasound probe pressed up against Jaydyn’s pale stomach. 

“No free fluid in the abdomen,” Rory declared. His attention suddenly shifted when he caught a slight arm jerk out of the corner of his eyes. “Jaydyn’s convulsing!”

As if on cue, Dr. Howell rushed in with a small syringe. “I’ve got two cc’s of lorazepam!” She pressed the needle into Jaydyn’s arm and directed her attention to Rory. “Dr. Byrne, have we got imaging on that leg?”

“No. Portable x-ray is on their way.”

Only moments later, a young radiologist appeared on the scene. “Dr. Byrne, you paged?” she asked.

“Yeah. I need x-rays of the right knee.”

Less than a minute passed before Dr. Howell pulled up the imaging on the monitor beside the bed.

“Crap, the patella’s shattered,” Rory remarked, unaware that Jaydyn had hazily regained consciousness.  

Panic seared through Jaydyn’s wet eyes. “Wh-what-what does that mean?”

Dr. Howell gave Rory a little kick as she turned to have her brown eyes meet Jayden’s. “It means that the table did a number on your knee. I’m Dr. Howell, and this is Dr. Byrne. We’re gonna fix you up, okay?”

Jaydyn nodded.

“With this injury,” Dr. Howell continued, “I’d expect you to be in quite some pain. How are you feeling?”

Pain? Jaydyn hadn’t thought about pain. Or anything, really. “I, uh, um, I, uh, no?”

“I’m going to need to splint that leg until we move forward with the treatment of this injury. Are you ready?” Rory asked, grabbing a long knee brace from the cabinet behind the exam table.

Rory approached the side of the table while Dr. Howell took a position at Jaydyn’s feet. “On the count of three, I’m going to lift your leg and Dr. Byrne is going to splint it. One -- three!”

Dr. Howell carefully lifted Jaydyn’s right leg off the table, pushing his heel up and supporting his calf. Dr. Byrne quickly slid the brace under the leg and opened the straps, leaving Dr. Howell a clear landing zone.

Upon his leg’s return to the table, Jaydyn let out an ear-piercing scream. As Rory closed the straps at Jaydyn’s hip and on his mid-thigh, Jaydyn let out a loud wail.

“I know it hurts, but this has to get done,” Rory said, moving down Jaydyn’s leg to skip the straps that would go over Jaydyn’s bright purple knee. “Can we get him something for the pain?”

Jaydyn lurched forward when Rory closed the strap around his mid-shin. He batted his hands at Rory’s. “Please stop!”

“We are almost done, I promise,” Rory said. He knew he wasn’t supposed to make promises, but this was one he could keep. He closed the strap around Jaydyn’s ankle. “Jaydyn, we need to talk next steps.”

“Next steps?” “Your injury probably isn’t going to heal itself. A patellectomy is our best shot at giving you use of your leg back.”

“A patell-WHAT?”

“We remove the shattered pieces of your kneecap and you just don’t have a kneecap in your right leg. Your leg will be a bit weaker, but you’ll still be able to use it and walk like a regular person.”

“Wait. I need surgery?” Panic rose through Jaydyn’s voice.

“I know it’s a lot to process. Is there any family we can call?” Dr. Howell interrupted.

“Um. I’m in from out of town. My cousin Chaia Glassman lives in the city.”

Dr. Howell nodded, then turned to face the whole ED. “I need Anna!”

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Tagging @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi because she said liked my kneecap idea. If anyone wants to be tagged on future RSS stories, let me know!