#boo I marked it as mature as well :(

[ym523]

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Before this week's GMMTV announcements, I thought it was a good time to review my bingo card from Part 1, and do some manifesting for what we haven't gotten yet.

What I got right on my bingo card from Part 1 (which in hindsight, I did better than I realized based on announcements):

- Enemies to lovers, Pond in a comedic role, and if you squint, sort of AouBoom as leads because it's an ensemble cast - all covered by We Are.

- BL series with new actors - a safe bet, yes, still counts, Only Boo (which is actually turning out quite cute).

- Workplace romance - The Trainee

- GemFourth in something cute & innocent - My Love Mix-Up

- Paranormal romance & Gawin in a new lead role with a new partner - My Golden Blood, now to be joined by The Vampire Project for the paranormal part

- I'm also pretty sure I picked ViewJune as a side couple before they were confirmed as one for 23.5, so I'm gonna take credit for that as well.

What seems likely in Part 2:

- Mark Pakin in a lead role. He kind of spilled the beans already, plus it would be fucking dumb to not give him a lead at this point.

- 2 GLs in 2024. Pluto takes one spot, and based on rumors of a particular author posting about the event, another seems likely. (Pluto might also technically qualify as my secret identity romance pick but it remains to be seen).

- FirstKhao romcom. We want it, they want it, it's basic math. Give it!

- Neo paired with someone new and in a non-comedic role. I haven't heard much rumorwise, but I got the impression that Mark may be partnered with someone else. Which I think is good! They worked in Only Friends, but I think it's good to have a roster of flexible BL actors. I know Neo will be in My Golden Blood, so that sorta already counts for a serious role, but I assume he'll get more as well. (Omg, what if he hooks up with Mond as villain boyfies).

Less likely but not impossible:

- Remake of a Korean series. But after mining Japan so successfully, they might want to attempt more (especially if Korea is more flexible with airing rights).

- BL series with actors over 30. Their actors and audience are all getting older, let's bring in some maturity (Yes, of course this is about Papang making out onscreen for my enjoyment, I apologize for nothing).

Not gonna happen and I will be salty about it:

- JoongDunk vampire series. The Vampire Project is right there. Joong as a serial killer is also acceptable. (But of course I will watch them in whatever they get. I would just love for them to not be in university once again.)

- Midnight Museum 2. You give me such beautiful weird chaos and a perfect BL setup for season 2. And we won't get it, because god forbid that Gun ever get to kiss a man who isn't Off. Let him make out with other people, goddammit!!

Not in my card but manifesting all the same:

- Something worthy of Perth. Look, I like Chimon. He is very talented. And I had fun with Dangerous Romance. But I can't deny there was a chemistry problem. I think they can get past it, I really do, but they need the right series, the right coaching - heck, hire Saint to come do a one-on-one class of "how to make out with Perth like you mean it".

- Keep breaking out of the predictable BL settings. They've started to, and they need to keep it up. I'd love a strong sci-fi.

- More trans characters. More gender diversity. More breaking stereotypes.

[smokeybrandreviews]

Multiverse of Madness

I am an unapologetic Adventure Time apologist. i think it was one of the greatest shows ever created and deserves all the love it gets. AT saved Cartoon Network back in the day and spawned so many creators who would, in turn, leave their mark on the industry. Without AT, there is no Steven Universe or that other one with the fighting i guess? The influence of Adventure Time gave credence to the potential popularity of shows like nuShe-Ra and nuVoltron. Those characters are iconic and full of so much depth. Finn Mertens, Jake the Dog, Bonnibel Bubblegum; All of them have become stalwarts of cartoon history. Like, Marceline Abadeer is one of my all-time favorite characters in fiction. When Distant Lands aired, i was emotionally devastated. Obviously, Obsidian was mys sh*t but Together Again brought me to tears. That's how much this show meant to me, so when Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake was announced, i was all over it. I was mad curious how this would play out. Would it be just a romp through a gender-swapped Ooo? Would the target audience still be kids or would the show be a more mature take since the original kids were now wayward adults? So many questions. Well, Fionna and Cake is over and i have thoughts.

First thing first, This show is not about Fionna and Cake. It is on a superficial level but they're more a plot device who participates in the narrative. Fionna and Cake is about Simon Petrikov coming to terms with the loss of Betty Groff and how his relationship with her, was toxic as f*ck. Like, holy sh*t, was it bad! The co-dependency was insane! I mean, you got glimpses of that throughout Betty's arc in the original AT (Betty literally leaping through a Hambo powered time rift, her problematic Magic Woman phase, and the eventual wish that turned her into f*cking GolBetty, all for her "love" of Simon) but this chick was as obsessed with Simon as Simon was with her. When she transcended and become a deity of pure chaos, Simon was left in a depression spiral that, ultimately, shook the core of the goddamn multiverse. And i say that with no hyperbole. F*cking Ice King, put the entire multiverse of Adventure Time in jeopardy, because he missed his boo. What follows is, one of the most well thought out and executed romps through a multiverse narrative I've seen outside of f*cking comic books. I don't want to spoil anything but the first nine episodes of this show are brilliant, rivaling the very best Adventure Time has to offer. The tenth? Not so much.

Fionna and Cake definitely botches the landing, especially coming off such incredibly strong episodes as the three right before it. Again, no details, but, holy sh*t, were those three episodes great. Seriously, watch this show, it's f*cking fantastic. The Simon stuff is definitely the heart of this narrative but what about the show's namesake? The Fionna and Cake bits are good but i never really felt as invested in their story as i was in Simon's trials. It's not like their stuff was bad, per sey, it just didn't feel as... dire? I don't know, i felt more for the characters around them than i did the characters themselves? Don't misunderstand me, i enjoyed their arc. Fionna and Cake struggling with their own identities and coming to terms with who they are was cool and all but, ultimately, it felt more sub than main plot, which is weird because it's their show. Fionna and Cake are basically the inciting action which informs the entire plot but i never really feel like that's a thing. Plus, there is this very important aspect to their character which, kind of never really plays into the overarching conflict, with the exception of a particularly gruesome scene, and i feel like that was a missed opportunity. As an overall production and viewing experience, Fionna and Cake is f*cking exquisite.

The stuff i said about Fionna and Cake is true, to an extent. True for me, i guess. People may get more out of their arc than i did, which is fine, that's a point subjectivity. What isn't subjective is how well this show is produced. Seriously, the art style is familiar, yet, more detailed. The characters are well performed, each true to their own personality beats. But it was the worlds we visited that truly hammered home the butterfly effect, the effect Simon had, on all of those worlds. I loved every second of that experience and, while they didn't fully stick the landing, there were great aspects of that tenth episode. Fionna and Cake turned out to be ten episodes of solid, adult, Adventure Time narrative that felt organic. It didn't feel like a cashgrab or desperate attempt at Max to pull in viewers. It felt like, after the absolutely brilliant reception to Distant Lands, that HBO understood there was a market for a show like that and they just let the staff create. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake isn't perfect, it's definitely got it's flaws, but of the content I've seen this year, it's easily some of the best. Whether you're a fan of the old world of Ooo, or just interested in what "adult" animation has to offer, this show is one of the best examples of the art form. It was a strong watch and i definitely recommend a viewing.

[takerfoxx]

I am about to become insufferable.

I am going to be THAT Guy. I'm going full Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons with this. I am winding back the clock on my years of maturity as a wrestling fan to become the most irritatingly whiny, self-centered dude that I can. This is my wholly unimportant, first world problem that I am going to be the absolute worst bitch about. I am overflowing with salt and spite and it needs an outlet.

Yes, this is a rant about Mox going over Naito.

I hate this. Hate it, hate it, hate it, HATE IT. I haven't been this angry about a wrestling decision in probably ever. And I like Mox! I'm a fan! But this has gotten me so angry that I am fully prepared to go full Jim Cornette with Mox slander.

I've heard people rationalize this. People talk about international markets, storytelling, what's best for business, on and on and on. Maybe they're right. Maybe, in a big picture perspective, putting the belt on Mox might be the right call. Maybe it will backfire. I don't know.

And I don't care. I'm not a booker. I'm not a promoter. Ticket sales, market value, all that stuff might mean something to the company, but none of that goes into my pocket. And right now, I don't care about the big picture.

What I am is a wrestling fan. I like to go to wrestling shows, suspend my disbelief, and cheer the guys I like and boo the guys that I don't. I want my favorites to win, because sometimes, being a mark is fun. All this behind the curtain stuff doesn't matter to me right now. I fully intend to be 100% selfish here.

Naito is my favorite wrestler. He got me back into wrestling back when I was growing disillusioned with the whole business back in 2016. I became a New Japan fan specifically because of him.

And I made my peace that his career is winding down, that this was probably his last run on the top. So when it was announced that the World Heavyweight title would be defended at Resurgence, which I had already gotten ringside tickets for, I was so excited, because I would get to see my favorite defend the biggest title during his last run. I started counting down the days, certain that this was a sure thing, because the title NEVER changes hands on foreign shows. Defended, yes, but never changes hands. Surely the Mox match was just another defense, and I would get to see my boy as champion.

Well, now I don't get to. This was my one and only shot to get to see Naito in a major main event match defending the big title, and it's gone, because this just had to be the one single time that they switch the belt on a Strong show. I'll never have that chance again.

Yeah, I know I'm being whiny here. I know people are tired of the bitching. But I really, really wanted this, and now it's gone.

[smokeybrand]

Multiverse of Madness

I am an unapologetic Adventure Time apologist. i think it was one of the greatest shows ever created and deserves all the love it gets. AT saved Cartoon Network back in the day and spawned so many creators who would, in turn, leave their mark on the industry. Without AT, there is no Steven Universe or that other one with the fighting i guess? The influence of Adventure Time gave credence to the potential popularity of shows like nuShe-Ra and nuVoltron. Those characters are iconic and full of so much depth. Finn Mertens, Jake the Dog, Bonnibel Bubblegum; All of them have become stalwarts of cartoon history. Like, Marceline Abadeer is one of my all-time favorite characters in fiction. When Distant Lands aired, i was emotionally devastated. Obviously, Obsidian was mys sh*t but Together Again brought me to tears. That's how much this show meant to me, so when Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake was announced, i was all over it. I was mad curious how this would play out. Would it be just a romp through a gender-swapped Ooo? Would the target audience still be kids or would the show be a more mature take since the original kids were now wayward adults? So many questions. Well, Fionna and Cake is over and i have thoughts.

First thing first, This show is not about Fionna and Cake. It is on a superficial level but they're more a plot device who participates in the narrative. Fionna and Cake is about Simon Petrikov coming to terms with the loss of Betty Groff and how his relationship with her, was toxic as f*ck. Like, holy sh*t, was it bad! The co-dependency was insane! I mean, you got glimpses of that throughout Betty's arc in the original AT (Betty literally leaping through a Hambo powered time rift, her problematic Magic Woman phase, and the eventual wish that turned her into f*cking GolBetty, all for her "love" of Simon) but this chick was as obsessed with Simon as Simon was with her. When she transcended and become a deity of pure chaos, Simon was left in a depression spiral that, ultimately, shook the core of the goddamn multiverse. And i say that with no hyperbole. F*cking Ice King, put the entire multiverse of Adventure Time in jeopardy, because he missed his boo. What follows is, one of the most well thought out and executed romps through a multiverse narrative I've seen outside of f*cking comic books. I don't want to spoil anything but the first nine episodes of this show are brilliant, rivaling the very best Adventure Time has to offer. The tenth? Not so much.

Fionna and Cake definitely botches the landing, especially coming off such incredibly strong episodes as the three right before it. Again, no details, but, holy sh*t, were those three episodes great. Seriously, watch this show, it's f*cking fantastic. The Simon stuff is definitely the heart of this narrative but what about the show's namesake? The Fionna and Cake bits are good but i never really felt as invested in their story as i was in Simon's trials. It's not like their stuff was bad, per sey, it just didn't feel as... dire? I don't know, i felt more for the characters around them than i did the characters themselves? Don't misunderstand me, i enjoyed their arc. Fionna and Cake struggling with their own identities and coming to terms with who they are was cool and all but, ultimately, it felt more sub than main plot, which is weird because it's their show. Fionna and Cake are basically the inciting action which informs the entire plot but i never really feel like that's a thing. Plus, there is this very important aspect to their character which, kind of never really plays into the overarching conflict, with the exception of a particularly gruesome scene, and i feel like that was a missed opportunity. As an overall production and viewing experience, Fionna and Cake is f*cking exquisite.

The stuff i said about Fionna and Cake is true, to an extent. True for me, i guess. People may get more out of their arc than i did, which is fine, that's a point subjectivity. What isn't subjective is how well this show is produced. Seriously, the art style is familiar, yet, more detailed. The characters are well performed, each true to their own personality beats. But it was the worlds we visited that truly hammered home the butterfly effect, the effect Simon had, on all of those worlds. I loved every second of that experience and, while they didn't fully stick the landing, there were great aspects of that tenth episode. Fionna and Cake turned out to be ten episodes of solid, adult, Adventure Time narrative that felt organic. It didn't feel like a cashgrab or desperate attempt at Max to pull in viewers. It felt like, after the absolutely brilliant reception to Distant Lands, that HBO understood there was a market for a show like that and they just let the staff create. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake isn't perfect, it's definitely got it's flaws, but of the content I've seen this year, it's easily some of the best. Whether you're a fan of the old world of Ooo, or just interested in what "adult" animation has to offer, this show is one of the best examples of the art form. It was a strong watch and i definitely recommend a viewing.

[blu3haw4]

A Summary of all of my Stories

Hi! You can find all the works bellow here:

Now, since i've only shared my works for Clexa events (Clextober, Clexmas & Clexaweek) i'll section them as they were chronologically posted, first the link to the series and then a summary of each per event. Also the works that are from the same universe (but aren't part of an independent series) will be marked with colors, while the ones that have their own series will be marked with numbers linked to the series, so...

Scary stories - 1/2 Some not so scary stories in the cave (1/1)

Canonverse Clexa hanging out with some Skykru's for Halloween

Vampires & Werewolves - A hard decision to make (Head or Heart) (5/?) haven't updated in a very long time

Forbidden love with Vampire!Clarke & Werewolf!Lexa, both sort-of leaders of their own people (ancient rivals) fall in love.

BYOB; Bring Your Own Boo's - Hot costumes for an even hotter Halloween (2/2) Mature

Modern Setting, Marvel vs DC custom party with a Ranya centric first chapter and Clexa centric second chapter

Fall Festivities - 1/3 Ho(rny)my (3/3) Explicit

Modern setting Clexa enjoying autumn

Haunted Houses - Little House of Terror (1/1)

High School AU, Clexa & kru organizing and working on the creation of this haunted house for a school event.

SCREAM & Monster Mash - 2/2 Pauna's Nightmare (1/1)

Canonverse Clarke has a nightmare, but Lexa's there to protect her

Trick or Treat - Hot customs but Soft feelings (1/1)

Modern Setting, Clarke and Lexa going to trick or treat as they have been for ten years, but this time they don't ask for the candies (They ask each other out)

Winter Wonderland - 1/2 The Snows Magic (From Fighting to Cuddling) (1/1)

Canonverse. Clarke and Lexa have been "secretly" together for a year now. This is Clarke second winter (Christmas) in the ground and there's nothing she loves more than snow... well and maybe cuddling with Lexa.

Candy Canes - Candies are de-stressing (and so is Sex) (1/1) Explicit

Clarke Griffin is the owner of one of the biggest design company in the US, and Lexa Woods is her loyal lawyer. After a emergency call from her boss, Lexa thought it would be nice to bring some Christmas Candies... did I mention this was rated Explicit? Just checking

Christmas Carol - Christmas Inheritance (Clexa version) (1/3)

Before ambitious heiress Clarke Griffin can inherit her father's gift business, she must deliver a special Christmas card to her dad's former partner in Snow Falls, the hometown she never knew, in the process she'll discovers the true gift of Christmas. (Y'know... Lexa)

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow! - 2/3 What a Warm Christmas (1/1) Explicit

Modern Setting Clexa taking some time off for themself before Christmas.

Naughty or Nice - Who's the Naughty (1/1) Explicit

Modern Setting. Clarke dresses up as Santa and surprise Lexa after a long day of work... 😈

Under the Mistletoe - The Mistletoe Plan (1/1)

Modern Setting, Clarktaven plan to use the tradicion to make Ranya happen, little does Clarke know her best friends have a plan of their own too.

Christmas Morning - 3/3 What a Good Christmas (1/1) Mature

Modern Setting. Family Christmas morning-and day.

Forbidden Love - The Horizon Rivalry, When the Sky faces the Ground (3/?) also haven't updated in a while Explicit... very Explicit

Modern Setting rival-college's soccer-team captains Clexa start off as secret-fuck-buddies, what will happen when that changes? When they start to care more than they should about each other? Can they keep it a secret? Can love wins?

Survival - Life is About More Than Just Surviving... But please don't die (2/?) haven't updated in a veeeeeery long time Mature

Canon fix it, taking over 307 while Clarke is cleaning the wound (and avoiding many deads)

Time Travel - I can't face my Demons without you (1/1)

Canonverse, taking over in the end of 613, Clarketaven use the anomaly to save Lexa, Lincoln and Shaw. Will it work to save them all without jeopardize the time and space? Will we have our heroes back, safe and happy?

Roomates - Fuck me... I mean you! Fuck you! (1/1) Explicit

High School-Enemies to Lovers AU, On a scholar trip the class is stuck in the middle of nowhere and professor Kane had to rent some rooms in a nearby motel, Raven and Anya wants to share room, leaving Clarke and Lexa to do the same.

AU - What happens in Neverland stays in Neverland (1/1)

Lexa had it hard for Clarke and the blonde can't stop herself for proving those smooth pillowed lips of the hottest girl on earth... even if she (pretend to) hates her.

Or

CaptainSwan first kiss from Once upon a Time (Clexa version)

Historical/Drama Period - Don't want to be the Queen (2/2) 2024 update Mature

Lexa, the future Queen of the Kongeda and Clarke, daughter of one of the biggest noble families of Polis, have been best friends since they were kids. As they grow up they start considering their feeling for each other, but the world and time where they live in is not on their favor.

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice - About Pumpkin, Video Games and Kisses (1/1) Mature

Modern Setting, Gamer-Clexa have their first kiss after a failed attempt at carving Pumpkins

Witches and Wishes - At this point I am seriously considering that you are a witch (1/1)

Clarke Lexa and Raven have a tradition of going partying like crazy for Halloween, but somehow Raven is never hungover... suspicious

Sweater Weather - Not her Sweater (1/1) 1

Clarke and Lexa are pop stars on a secret relationship, Clarke likes to wear Lexa's clothes and the first concert of their tour is no exception.

Home for the Holidays - How are you so Cute, if your Family is so Scary (1/?)

Clarke and Lexa meet on the week between Christmas and New year, and the following year before their anniversary Lexa wants Clarke to go spend Christmas with her family, but they're so scary!

Rockin' around the Christmas Tree - 1/3 Who would've thought you were actually nice (1/1)

High School Clexa are obligated to spend their Christmas together thanks to their parent's friendship. They don't really like each other, but this Christmas might change things a little.

Naughty List - 2/3 I can be your Christmas present (1/1) Mature

Clexa after college enjoying their first Christmas on their new apartment. 😈

Baby is cold outside & It's the most Wonderful time of the year - A trivial Storm and a few Thousand miles won't ruin our Christmas (1/1) 2

Famous pop star Lexa Woods "Heda" is stuck on Sweden thanks to a Snow Storm and canceled flights. Just when she thinks her Christmas might be over a knock on her hotel room changes everything.

All I want for Christmas is you - 3/3 Baby's Christmas (1/1)

Clexa some years later celebrating two different Christmas on their new house.

Accidental Love Confession - Don't know why I freaked out, it Feels so natural (1/1) 3

Pop stars Clarke Griffin from musical duo 'Sky G's' and Lexa Woods, solist 'Heda' have gone through hell and back to be together, yet, after three years now that they're finally together, they still freak out over the L-word

Wanna Bet? - 2/2 I Swear this are the Rules (1/1)

Canonverse Clarke teaches Lexa her arranged version of Strip-Poker

Reunited - Will this be our time? (1/?) Mature

Old long time neighbors who never told each other about their crushes for each other find each other again two years after they moved away and lost contact, both of them are looking for a new-shared apartment and head to the same place.

At work - I hate Stigma, I just wanna love you (1/?) Mature... for now

Modern Setting, fluffy CEO!Lexa & Striper!Clarke

Out of Bound - I've been akes not to (But I really want to) (1/?) Mature

Modern Setting, Clarke and Anya dated on high school. Lexa (from a privete school) only meets her best friend's ex six years later when she's supplanting Clarke's baby brother's Basketball Coach

Magic - LexaClarke (1/1)

Lexa has Wanda-like (Energy manipulation, telekinesis and telepathy) powers. She wants to tell her girlfriend but she's scared, so one morning she gets into her dreams to see how she might react.

Vintage AU - Horizon Hukop - Sneak Peak (1/1) 1

Medieval-ish AU; Clexa arguing about war strategies.

Trapped AU - Don't give up (1/1)

The story in which you don't know how nor why biologists' Clexa who barely know each other end up trapped on a crack in the ice... how will they spent the night? ... Probably not how you think (a little bit angsty)

Six Years Later - Horizon Hukop - Sneak Peak II (1/2) 2

Medieval-ish AU; Clexa spend some quality time together.

Arrange Marriage - Guess we'll have to work it out (1/?) Explicit

Clarke and Lexa live in a relatively small town and are forced to get married after Clarke's mother caught them hooking up. The problem? It was a one-night stand and they know nothing about each other.

Reality TV - BUILD Series NYU - Horizon Hukop Season One (1/1) 3

Actresses Clexa playing on medieval royalty drama getting interviewed about their character and the story of their show... and some personal questions of course.

Be gay do Crimes - Thieve's Crew (1/1)

Internationally wanted jewelry thief Lexa Woods, reclutes Clarke Griffin (RobinHood-ish thieve) to help her and what remains of her crew plan a key heist to safe the rest of the crew.

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And the linked series:

Famous AU & Horizon Hukop

[cedobols]

please please please work this has to be seen it’s the origin source of multiple seb infos + news alert as well as previous knowledge that he talks about his own balls a lot seb also talks about other driver’s balls a lot I’m. Wha. What. I can’t fester alone help meeee:

If I link it the ask won’t work but- Ah wHAT It’s literally gone from results Oh No!! Well if I find it again I’ll send another ask but it had dated entries of Spanish and English f1 articles circa 2013. I just searched a quote from this article to find it:

By Adam Hay-Nicholls 10 October 13

Sebastian Vettel is just 26 years old, yet in less than four years he's won three world titles and is staring down a fourth. He's won more races than anyone else on the current grid, and is only behind Michael Schumacher, Alain Prost and Ayrton Senna in the all-time standings. Scary thing is, he's still got at least ten years' shelf life to go. Schumacher was 43 when he finally called it quits.

Now, I favour underdogs in sport, and therefore this prodigal success is a massive turn off. Still, it doesn't fully explain why the Red Bull driver keeps getting booed by the crowd.

Vettel's eight wins so far this season mean the results are predictable, and any race where the German tears off into the lead through the first corner - i.e most of them - is making a lot of people get up off the couch, make the tea, make some more tea, and then return in time to see Vettel wave his index finger at the cameras, signifying that he's number one.

That's the most annoying thing about Vettel. That, and his screeching "Yes! Yes! And yes again!" over the radio as he crosses the finish line. It's not that it's arrogant, it's that it's forced. Which is strange, because Vettel is actually one of the most genuine drivers in an environment where many are out of touch with reality (Exhibit A: Lewis Hamilton).

I've known Vettel since he was 16. I warmed to him because he enjoyed the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and British comedy shows like Fawlty Towers andMonty Python, to which he'd been introduced while living in Northampton in the junior formulae. He had more maturity than his years but could also be extremely childish. One time in Barcelona he gave me a lift from the circuit to the airport in his BMW, paused at a motorway tollbooth and said something in Spanish that made the coin collector burst out laughing. What had he said? "I told him I have a small penis!"

Vettel's language skills are well documented. He has a habit of using the F-word in press conferences, and likes to discuss other drivers' testicles. He's the Lenny Bruce of F1.

Well, sort of. He was actually incredibly shy around the ladies when he first came on the scene. At 19, his debut year in F1, he attended a Red Bull party in Sao Paulo, wearing a black turtleneck and looking like he'd stepped out of a Milk Tray ad. He had his eye on some girl who was there but he was so nervous about approaching her that his trainer and I had to physically drag him over. Not long afterwards, having won his first grand prix, a reporter asked him if it was the best day of his life. He replied: "You obviously weren't there [on the night] when I lost my virginity". I reckon I probably was.

It's at odds with the man Vettel is most commonly compared to, due to nationality as much as his sleep-inducing dominance of the sport: Michael Schumacher. After all, the first thing Schumacher did when he arrived in F1 was set about stealing another driver's girlfriend.

Schumacher and Fernando Alonso were, like Vettel, once seen as pantomime villains due to their ruthlessness, but that's what it takes to be a winner at this level and don't expect them to be a bag of laughs when they lose. "Schumi", in particular, was a shockingly bad sportsman - and utterly humourless.

The biggest blot on the comparatively charismatic Vettel's copybook was the Malaysian Grand Prix this year, when he ignored team orders to snatch victory from Mark Webber. It was ungentlemanly, but Schumacher, Alonso, Prost and Senna would all have done the same.

They were the bad boys of F1 in their younger days, but once they passed into legend they became hugely popular. Senna, by virtue of death, is sainted.

Perhaps the reason for Vettel's unpopularity is his precocious youth, and the jealousy of others. After all those risky moves and bold performances, people expect to see more wrinkles.

Adam Hay-Nicholls is the Formula One correspondent for Metro. Follow him on twitter@AdamHayNicholls (http://www.twitter.com/AdamHayNicholls)

http://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/comment/articles/2013-10/10/f1-sebastian-vettel-results

ok im going to very likely destroy the dash but i think this calls for it

anon. first of all: FFUUCCUUCKCCKKCKEWKKFDF

second of all: wow i need to lay down! so i knew about the virgin portion of this excerpt thanks to tumblr user hakkinen who knew my heart would stop beating but still sent it to me anyway. actually may have written a uh... fic about that night but involving mark bc i mean its ME

but i did not ...know about.... seb's affinity for discussing other driver's balls. thats really something huh. ud think with how often he talks abt their balls he'd accidentally slip in a dick comment right i mean theyre right next to each toher

i also didnt know he lived in northampton and that it was there he discovered his love for british comedy!!!!! thats so cute!!!!! i want to hear stories about him living in england....please please please i know he got up to so much shit .

what really caught my attention was adam saying seb is the lenny bruce of f1 ... oh he reminds you of a comedian known for covering satire, sex and vulgarity in his routine? is that so?

may i include some quotes i found interesting and familiar

"In May 1945, after a comedic performance for his shipmates in which he was dressed in drag, his commanding officers became upset. He defiantly convinced his ship's medical officer that he was experiencing homosexual urges."

"Many of Bruce's later routines reflected his meticulous schooling at the hands of Ancis.[18] According to Bruce's biographer Albert Goldman, Ancis's humor involved stream-of-consciousness sexual fantasies and references to jazz."

adam saying seb can behave childish while still being mature. so true bestie u can say that again! the only time seb has lied to us is when he said he didn't like cats . so im gonna go ahead and take his little spanish interaction as fact thank you very much.

may i add: that last paragraph is mwah mwah mwah 

hats off to u anon. this is exactly what we all need this week. thank you for showing me the whole article bc id never read it . and wow!!!! lots to think about! will be thinking for a long time!

[professorpski]

Lady Felicia’s Fashions in “The Honourable Thief”

Whenever Lady Felicia Montague appears on “Father Brown,” I stay tuned for the fashions as much as the mystery. Lady Felicia, played by Nancy Carroll, is the wealthy and well-connected parishioner who gets to wear all that is most stylish in the 1950s. So you see her here in “The Honourable Thief” from Season 7 Episode 10. She is wearing a navy and white dress, with matching hat worn at a rakish angle. The slim bodice sports a modified lapel and peek-a-boo opening while the long skirt flares out below with petticoats beneath. You see her with the always proper Mrs. McCarthy, parish secretary, played by Sorcha Cusack who wears a less dramatic, but harmonizing dress and jacket ensemble. Although Lady Felicia is in a bank on the day when she has to auction off some jewels, her dress seems better suited to an afternoon garden party.

Indeed, Lady Felicia also wears wonderful suits, which would have been a common item in the wardrobe of any well-dressed woman in the 1950s for formal and public daytime occasions in the city and banks especially. This rusty number is fitted, with lapels, cut-away front opening, trimming at the hipline (and possibly pockets) in an era when some hip width was considered essential to showing off a trim waistline. Notice that it is definitely a woman’s suit and not just a blazer borrowed from menswear. Mature and sophisticated woman wore such formal clothing regularly.

In contrast, we have the usually casual attire suited to women under 30 of young Bunty, Lady Felicia’s niece. Played by Emer Kenney, Bunty was sent to the countryside because she made too much trouble in London and she wears sporty, tight capri pants and a boatneck shirt with the classic French sailor stripes. Fortunately, in this episode, she also needs to distract a villain with her wily, feminine charms, and so we get to see her in a border-print dress in white, black and flame orange, not to mention a cocktail hat that looks like a satellite. The 1950s are best known for these kind of long full skirts and fitted bodices. She is there with Hercule Flambeau, the master thief and villain (or is he a villain….?) played by John Light who in this episode looks especially natty, and Father Brown played by Mark Williams. 

This episode had me thinking about trim little suits and how to make the most of border prints, but every episode with Lady Felicia is a treat.

For more on the program, go here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03pmw4m

[justabooknerdposts]

More Story Updates!

Hi!  

I took a social media break for a while (which was honestly super refreshing) and I’ve been using that time to work on some new stories, both fanfic and my own stuff, so I wanted to jump back on and share about some new stories I’ve posted.  Also, quick fangirl squeal that the PJO TV show is actually getting ready to film this summer, which is exciting!  And, second fangirl squeal, Shadow and Bone is shooting season two!  Cannot wait for all of that!

So, for stories, a few months ago, I posted three new stories on my MariaClaire account for Ao3 and FanFiction that did not get a post on Tumblr, so here they are:

*Just a Typical Friday Night (for a Demigod, Anyway)-- Annabeth is trying to enjoy her Friday evening--until some monsters interrupt it. Now, she has to help get another demigod safely to camp. Just another typical day in the life of a half-blood.

*Solstice-It's the winter solstice, and Percy and Annabeth...aren't actually on a quest this year.

*Christmas Eve--It's Christmas Eve at the Jackson-Blofis apartment, but even in this safe place, a nightmare wakes Annabeth up.  Luckily, in this house, she's not alone.

I only have the Ao3 links because that’s what I have pulled up right now, but you can find them on my Fanfiction page as well.

In other news…I’ve also started writing a few other PJO fanfic stories under a different pseud—TraitorousHearts8.  Here’s the links for Ao3 and FF.net if you’re interested: Ao3    FF.net  

The reason I started writing some stories under a different username is because I wanted to try pushing myself into some more young adult (YA) vs. middle grade (MG) topics, for my own writing practice. However, it’s ALWAYS been my goal for my MariaClaire stories to pretty well match the level of romance, violence, and language that’s in Rick’s books, which are geared to a middle-grade audience. Some college and future-fic stories might push the boundaries there a little bit, but anything set within the timeframe and world of the books, I wanted to keep as middle-grade appropriate as possible.  However, I wanted to try out some ideas for stories leaning more towards the YA level, but I didn’t want to compromise my goal of keeping my MariaClaire fanfic stories MG appropriate.  So, I decided to try out a new username and post stories under that.  It’s been fun!  The new stories aren’t gratuitous or “lemon” or anything like that—they just occasionally deal with some more mature topics that are more commonly found in YA stories than MG stories.

So, if you like my other stories, you may want to check these out!  The ones I’m most excited about are the Stolen Moments series—this is a 3 story collection of missing moments from the Heroes of Olympus series.  The first story covers missing moments in Son of Neptune and Mark of Athena, the second covers missing moments from House of Hades, and the third covers missing moments from Blood of Olympus.  The first two stories are complete and posted, and I’m in the process of posting the third story now—we’re ten chapters in, with about 5-6 more still to come.  I’ve wanted to do this missing moments series for a long time and it’s been really fun to dive back into the books and play with scenes and characters again.  I previously did a BoO missing moments story, The In-Between Times, but that was close to when the book first came out, and now, post-ToA, I wanted to go back and revisit some scenes and try some different missing moments for BoO.  This series primarily (like 98%) focuses on Percy and Annabeth and their relationship across the quest/series.  So, if you’re feeling a craving for Percabeth, feel free to check these out!

Stolen Moments (SoN and MoA missing moments): Ao3 FF.net

Stolen Moments, Part II: More to the Story (HoH missing moments): Ao3  FF.net

Stolen Moments, Part III: The Rest of the Story (BoO missing moments): Ao3  FF.net

Hope everyone is doing well!  <3

-MariaClaire

[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter IV: You F*cking Minx!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, masterbation (m&f) (only implied this chapter), discussion of kinks, good old nudes & teasing Jisung ;)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k (lol minus the emojis cause APPARENTLY, they count on docs)

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You were starting to think that touching yourself every night was rather unhealthy...

It’s been over a week since you and Jisung met—a week since the both of you started your unspoken arrangement. Breathing heavily, you laid limply on your untidy bed, the only source of light available was the moon’s rays peeking through your curtains. The lower half of your body was completely rid of any clothing; the only thing covering your skin were splotches of your essence. Your phone then lit up with a notification from ‘Hannie Bear’.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: u okay baby? do u wanna sleep now?

Using your unsoiled hand, you grabbed your phone and typed as best as you could.

Me: Nah, I still have a little bit of energy left in me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: really? cool lol

let’s chat for a bit

Me: Sure. Just hold on for a sec

You sat up and wiped your hand on the towel laid under you. Swinging one of your legs off the bed, you used your toes to pick up your garments from the floor, and quickly put them on. Two new notifications from Jisung appeared on your screen. You read his messages as you threw your dirted towel onto the floor.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aight.

actually you know what? just call me please!

You laid back down and tapped on his icon, which now consisted of a selfie of himself from when he ‘needed to use’ your phone a few days ago, at the top of your screen to switch to the call screen. Your phone rang several times before Jisung answered. Through the phone, you could hear the faint sound of rustling and a groan.

“Hey,” he greeted with a raspy voice. You instinctively smiled when you heard him.

“Hey.”

Jisung cleared his throat before speaking. “So I was wondering, since— ah wait. Sorry, my throat’s kinda...”

“No, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You should get some water too! You know, cause— yeah. After all that.”

You laughed, heart warming at his consideration. “Yeah. Thanks!” Bringing your phone with you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. You set the call to speaker mode before putting your phone down to drink. Hearing the hilarious way Jisung took big gulps of water almost made you choke on your water.

He let out an over-exaggerated ‘ha!’ and said with a funny voice, “Refreshing!” Hearing your snort made Jisung smile. “Okay, so now that we’re both hydrated, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking.” You hummed to acknowledge him. “So, you know how we’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now, right?”

“Yeah…?” You picked up your phone to go back to your room.

“Okay. Well, we never really talked about, you know, things that we like.”

“Things that we like?”

“Yeah! You know what I mean?”

‘Huh?’ You thought about it for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about. “Ohh. Do you mean our kinks?”

“There! That.”

You scoffed playfully. “I knew this conversation was bound to happen.”

“Well, then spill, girl!” Jisung said flamboyantly. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You giggled. “Weirdo,” you whispered, softly grunting when you plopped onto your bed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t know. I guess just tell me like, what role you like playing in bed, or if you don’t even use roles at all.”

“Well, we’ve masterbated together long enough for you to know that I don’t mind either; sex is sex and it should be enjoyable, whether or not there are sub/dom roles...but I do like being submissive.”

“Oh, right. Nice,” he snickered, “Okay, now what? Vanilla or Kinky?”

“Kinky, all that way.” Jisung wanted to laugh at how fast that answer came out. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong vanilla sex, in fact, it’s very much appreciated in this household.”

“Ahh. Someone of culture. I respect that.” The both of you chuckled. “So, what are some things you want to be done to you?”

“Like, receiving?” Jisung hummed in confirmation. “I guess I like being marked? And being praised and using pet names, but of course, who doesn’t?”

“I feel you, I feel you,” he nodded on the other side of the phone. “I like that too.”

“I also like being tied up.”

Jisung sat up, wide eyed. “Rope-bunny?!”

You guffawed, hearing him so shocked like that. “What? Surprising? Remember, no kink shaming!”

“No no! It’s not like that it’s just-” he sighed through puffed cheeks, “wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” you giggled. “But that’s only the beginning.”

“Shit, there’s more? Holy fuck— please tell me.”

“Overstimulation & edging, I think that’s fucking hot too.” You could hear Jisung’s breath hitch on the phone, making you smirk. “I also really like choking and being able to see myself getting fucked; I think there’s a name for it, but I forgot.”

Not hearing his reply, you snorted before continuing. “And I have the biggest breeding kink ever. You know what I say: the messier the sex, the better.” You stopped when you heard Jisung take a deep breath.

“Whoa, Y/n. I-” he signed. “Let me calm down before I pop another boner ‘cause of you.”

You felt a surge of pride run through you. “What? Too much?”

“Oh, fuck no. Just insanely hot.”

You laughed, adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach. “Too bad. There was still a lot more I wanted to say,” you grinned. “You should tell me what you like then, baby. I need to know how I could please you too.”

“Hmm,” he thought to himself for a while. “So you already know that I like filthy, kinky sex too and that I usually take up the dom role but if I have to be honest. I’ve always wanted to try subbing.”

“Really?” you smiled evilly. ‘How interesting’

“Yup. I mean, I like being babied, so I think I’d really like it.”

“Oh? Would you like to try it sometime, baby boy?”

The line went dead silent for a while, filling you with worry. All of a sudden, when you were about to ask Jisung if he was okay, he whimpered. “Please?” he muttered, and you swore you could already see him pouting. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

“Hold on, baby boy. We both just finished touching ourselves not too long ago. Let’s do this another time.”

“Aww...Boo. You’re no fun,” Jisung’s usual cheeky self returned.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, but I already came 3 times tonight. Let my vagina rest, Sung.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Does that mean I get to sub next time?”

“Hm… If you’re nice to me, then yes.”

“Oh baby, you know i’ll be the best behavior if it means getting topped by you.”

Instead of feeling horny, you only felt playfulness behind his words. “Good. I’ll be sure to give my baby a treat tomorrow then.” Jisung cheered giddily, fueling your own amusement. “By the way, what’s with the kink talk? I mean, I knew it was gonna come eventually but still.”

You couldn’t see it, but Jisung shrugged at your question. “Well, if we’re gonna be together, then I need to know everything about you that you enjoy.” Your face dropped, your chest swelling in adoration and alarm. Not hearing a response from you made him panic. “Uh- unless you don’t wanna be a thing! That-that’s fine too...i guess, w-whatever! I just—!”

Jisung stopped when he heard you giggle. “You’re so cute, Sung.” You softly said in content. “It’s getting late, baby. I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”

“Y-yeah! See you in Jung’s class, baby!”

You ended the call then slid your phone under your pillow. Pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin, you squirmed around until you were comfortable enough to sleep. The only thing in your mind was Jisung and how much your relationship with him developed way too fast. It was a little...frightening for your fragile heart.

2nd Period; Mrs. Jung’s Renaissance Literature class. Probably the most boring class ever. Everyday, you regret ever signing up for it.

You begrudgingly walked to class, purposely taking small, slow steps so you don’t have to be there on time. However, as boring as the class is, the only reason why you find it tolerable is because it is the only class you share with Jisung. Looking up, you found yourself in front of your Literature class, much to your dismay. Grumbling, you stepped inside the room to find Jisung already at his (now) usual place at the back of the class, right beside you. ‘Weird,’ you thought, seeing how it’s usually you who comes to class before him. Jisung looked up, feeling eyes on him from the front of the class, and smiled when he saw it was just you. He gestured for you to come over to him; your heart racing as you stepped closer to him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted happily, watching you take your seat beside him.

“Hi, Sungie,” you replied, setting your camera bag onto the floor under your legs and taking your laptop out of your bag. Feeling Jisung staring at you, you tched jokingly. “Am I that attractive that you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” you laughed. What you didn’t expect, however, was Jisung’s blunt response.

“Yes.”

“O-oh? Uh…”

“I thought I made it clear that I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said truthfully, giving you a bright smile. Your eyes were wide, face heating up at his straight-forwardness. He threw you a flirty wink and chuckled, going back to sit up straight at his own seat. Flustered, you hid your face with your hoodie, tightening the drawstrings to further conceal your blush. From beside you, you could hear Jisung snort, trying not to laugh at you. Before you could scold him, the bell rang and Mrs. Jung entered the class.

Jisung’s drowsy eyes wandered the whole room for the umpteenth time. His ears only shut out the mundane information his instructor was teaching. Something about a Scottish poet named George Lauder being responsible for the advancement of the steel industry or whatever? ‘Man, what does that have to do with the renaissance era?’ It’s only been 30 minutes since the class started and he already wanted to get out of here. No matter how hard he tried focusing on the lesson, the words only went through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, it way too uninteresting for him to retain anything.

His eyes then traveled to your hunched form. He had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and take a picture of your cute face all scrunched up in concentration, your figure engulfed by the oversized purple hoodie you were wearing. In the midst of his ogling, Jisung felt a gentle kick on his right leg. His eyes focused to finally notice you side eyeing him. It was as if you were telling him ‘pay attention or else’. All he did was grin and continued gawking at you.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to not mind him and try paying attention to Mrs. Jung; even if you yourself thought the class was boring as hell. You then feel a warm hand on your left thigh. Since it was just Jisung, you shrugged his hand off of you and typed in the shared doc you both created just to talk in this class. You typed:

‘What are you doing?’

Leaning over to his own screen, Jisung read the message on his laptop then replied.

‘babe i’m sorry but i’m so fucking bored’

‘Me too, but you gotta pay attention, baby boy’

‘hmm i love it when you call me baby boy ;)’

You side-glanced him with a ‘are you serious?’ look while he merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as if it would seduce you.

‘Funny. Don’t you dare get horny in the middle of class, Han Jisung!’

‘:)’

Jisung made a quiet sputtering noise as he put his head down onto the table. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him fiddling his platform sneakers with his feet. You restrained yourself from laughing at him. He looked exactly like an annoyed kid on the verge of throwing a tantrum. You shook your head. ‘The poor man is really trying’

Sneakily sliding your phone into your pocket, you stood up from your seat, the chair making a slight screech, catching Jisung’s—as well several other students’— brief attention, to head to the front of the class. Signing your name into the ‘restroom log’, you briefly pointed to the door when you made eye contact with Mrs. Jung, and went to the restroom. You grinned to yourself, thinking about how Jisung would react to his little gift.

The painfully bored boy watched as you left the room. He pouted, his boredom only increased tenfold without you. He went back to his laptop, clicking on another tab to do something, when he felt his phone vibrate from his back pocket. He jolted. ‘Who the hell would text me while I’m in the middle of class?’ Jisung slowly took out his phone to check his notifications. Seeing your name on the screen, he stared in confusion.

‘Y/n? What’re you doing?’ Glancing to see if Mrs. Jung could see him, he unlocked his phone to read your message.

My baby 💘: Remember what I said last night?

Many thoughts, none of which were pg, raced through his mind. ‘What exactly are you talking about?’ He adjusted his keyboard to properly type with one hand.

Me: depends

are we talking about me subbing or your “gift”?

My baby 💘: Hmm sure. You’ll see 😉

Jisung nearly let out an audible ‘huh?’ because of your rather cryptic message. Not wanting to get caught, he hid his phone between his legs and waited for your next text. After almost a minute, this phone vibrated again. Big Mistake…

Strike 1!

‘God, Han Jisung, you fucking idiot!’ The shock unintentionally sent waves of pleasure between his legs, almost coaxing out a whimper from his mouth. He cleared throat, trying to ignore the erection that was threatening to pop up, and inconspicuously took his phone.

Strike 2!

If Jisung died at that very moment, then he wouldn’t even be mad. No regrets or anger whatsoever for his eyes was blessed with the most salacious photo of yourself. There you were, sweater pulled up to show off the lacy red bra that adorned your breasts—your arms deliberately squeezing them together to make them even more tempting than they already are—and pants pulled down enough to show a cheeky glimpse of the matching set of panties hugging your hips. Jisung swore he could feel his blood rushing to his dick and nose; he even went as far as wiping it in case he really did get a nosebleed.

‘Y/n, you minx...’’

Me: baby…

what you’re doing is very dangerous for the both of us

My baby 💘: Oh? Are you sure you didn’t forget what we talked about, baby boy

Jisung anxiously looked back and forth from his phone to his teacher. He covered his mouth when you sent another shameless nude to him. Now it was a picture of your hands cupping your breasts, your bra unclasped, threatening to slide off your shoulders. How you managed to take the photo was beyond Jisung’s comprehension. Though, now that he’s as turned on as a horny 13 year old boy on a porn site for the very first time, it’s safe to say that there was nothing on his mind except you, and you only.

He set his keyboard back to its default mode and put his head down, fingers hastily tapping on his phone to reply.

Me: come on baby

please don’t do this to me

i’m hard. i really popped a boner in the middle of class…

this is fucking embarrassing

Jisung just knew that you were laughing at him, finding great joy in his predicament. He subtly adjusted himself to do something about his hard-on. ‘So fucking embarrassing’ He blushed, biting his lip. He silently prayed to whatever deity out there that his erection was unnoticeable through his sweatpants; he was so grateful that you two sat at the back of the class. His phone buzzed again, it was another message from you.

Strike 3!

He’s out…

My baby 💘: It’s mommy for you today, baby boy 😉😉

Above was a picture of you...Bra hanging from your mouth...Your pearly teeth biting down on one of the straps...Pants off...Panties moved to the side...Showing off your dripping core to the camera...Your fingers threatening to slide inside your core…

Somebody please help this poor man. He might get a heart attack because of you. And if he doesn’t die from that, then it might be because of the rage of sexual frustration he felt when you came back with a seemingly innocent smile on your face. Jisung was just lucky nobody noticed his hard cock throbbing the rest of the session. More importantly, thank god Mrs. Jung is an oblivious old woman.

‘Y/n L/n, you FUCKING MINX!’

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[mint-yooxgi]

Mine - Slight Yandere!Wolf!Taeyong X Reader {M}

Slight Yandere!AU & Wolf!AU

Genre: Minor Horror, Smut (Breeding kink, Marking, Taeyong’s in a rut, what can I say), Minor Fluff, Mature, Slight Angst

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Words: 3,402

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: For a certain someone, they know who they are~ Love you boo~ Enjoy~ Just a warning, this isn’t edited lol oops. As always, I do not believe Taeyong would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype. He’s possessive in this one, too. Feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

There will be no Part 2 to this.

The sound of the front door slamming shut alerts you that your boyfriend has returned home. It’s early in the afternoon and he had to go out briefly for a few things, but he’s back sooner than you thought he would be.

Walking out of the living room towards the front hallway, you round the corner to see him resting against the door, eyes closed with his whole body tense.

“You’re home early,” your brow furrows slightly as you notice he doesn’t seem to have anything he planned to get while he was out. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

He takes a deep breath as you take another step towards him, but you freeze in your tracks. In an instant his eyes are on you, a deep golden hue swimming within his irises.

“I ran into Donghyuk while I was out,” his voice is low, nearly a growl. “Well, I wouldn’t classify it as ‘ran into,’ more like overheard him talking.”

The look in his eyes is predatory, causing you to straighten up. Donghyuk is one of your closest male friends, and ever since you started dating, hell, even before that, Taeyong seems to have a problem with him. You’re worried he’s done something, considering you know your boyfriend to be a little bit more possessive due to his nature.

“Yeah?” You swallow, nervous as to where this is going despite not doing anything wrong.

“Couldn’t help but overhear him talking about you,” he begins stalking towards you, eyes dark as he stares you down. “Talking about how he’s always had a thing for you, shit like that. Took all I had in me to come back here instead of ripping his tongue out of his throat.”

His words cause your eyes to widen in surprise, which he notices. He smirks, coming to stand only a few feet away from you now.

“Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t,” he assures you, but with the malicious gleam in his eyes, you’re not so sure he’s all that serious this time around.

“I’ll talk to him about it-“

“No,” he cuts you off with a growl, hands clenching into fists at his sides as his heated gaze locks with yours. “I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

“Taeyong, you can’t keep me away from my friends, that’s not how this works,” you begin to say, frown pulling at your features.

“I know,” he huffs, turning his head to the side briefly, his chest starting to rise and fall more rapidly, as if he’s having trouble breathing. You fail to hear his muttered ‘doesn’t mean I won’t try.’

The way he’s acting concerns you. Even though you know he can get jealous quite easily, you’ve never seen him this worked up in such a short amount of time. From the looks of things, he’s started visibly shaking, which makes you nervous for him. The full moon isn’t due for another week, so you’re not quite sure why he’s acting like this.

“Baby, you need to calm down, you’re worrying me,” you take a step towards him to close the distance between the two of you and gently place a hand on his shoulder.

It’s as if in that instant a switch has been flipped, and all restraint Taeyong has been holding onto has been thrown out of the window. His eyes lock with yours once more, flashing a deep gold as he slams you against the wall, burying his face in the side of your neck and taking a deep breath.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he says, completely ignoring your statement.

“Taeyong,” you place your hands on his chest, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You know your boyfriend usually runs hot, but this is completely different. Your brow furrows in worry, “you’re burning up.”

“The only thing burning in me is my desire to fill you up with my pups,” he growls out, sending a shiver down your spine. “Maybe then people will know you’re mine.”

You can’t help the small whine that escapes your throat at his words. Oh, so that’s why he’s acting like this. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?” He grins, turning his head slightly to look up at your face. His hair tickles your neck as you swallow hard. “Me fucking you full of my come until the only thing you can think of is me.”

You’ve only experienced his rut once before, just before the two of you became an official couple. He warned you to stay away from him for that week, and you did. After the two of you got together, you asked him to explain it to you, of which he told you that he tends to get extremely hot during this time, amongst other things.

“Fuck, you’re ovulating, too,” he takes another deep breath, lips parted against the skin of your neck as he presses you further into the wall. You can feel every breath he takes ghost over your skin, his grip tight on your waist. “Perfect timing for you to have my pups.”

You inhale sharply at his words, heart fluttering in your chest. You never imagined his words would have this type of effect on you, and from the looks of it, he can tell you like the idea too.

You can feel his hand sliding down your waist, moving to grip your thigh as he wraps your leg around his waist. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel him press against your core, grinding into you firmly so you can feel everything.

“Like I said,” he takes another deep breath, nose twitching as your scent starts to overcome him, “you smell so good.”

With those words he smashes his lips to yours. Swiping his tongue along your lip, you allow him access, letting out a small whine as you feel him bite your bottom lip as he pulls away briefly. He doesn’t even need to tell you to jump, for you do on your own. You can feel his grip holding your thighs tightly as he continues to grind into you, moving to trail his lips against the skin of your neck.

Another gasp escapes your lips as you feel him bite down on a particularly sensitive area. You can feel the rumble of approval that shakes his chest as he pulls aways briefly to take in your slightly disheveled state, licking his lips as he looks over the mark he’s just given you.

“Come on, Princess,” he grins as he watches you attempt to catch your own breath, “let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Pulling away from the wall with you still in his arms, he begins to make his way upstairs. He can hear your heart pounding with every step he takes, your scent growing stronger with each passing second. His own heart races in his chest as his senses go on overdrive, filled with everything you. He can’t wait to please you, to fuck you nice and deep so that you can barely walk tomorrow. Tonight, he’ll make you his, as many times as he wants.

Placing you gently onto the bed, he climbs on top of you, attaching his lips to yours once more. He sets a steady pace as he continues to grind into you, making you feel every inch of his clothed cock with every movement he makes.

“You feel that, baby girl?” He groans, eye closing slightly in bliss as he feels you kiss down his neck. “That’s all for you.”

“Shit,” you curse as you feel his hands sneak underneath your shirt, trailing up your skin and lighting a fire in their wake.

Sitting up slightly, you allow him to remove your shirt, hearing him let out a growl of approval at seeing that you’re not wearing a bra.

“So beautiful,” he hums, cupping your breasts in his hands and running his thumbs over your nipples.

A sigh of his name slips past your lips, and it’s like music to his ears. So much so, that he wants to hear more. No, he needs to hear more.

Leaning down, he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before swirling his tongue around the pert bud. He allows his other hand to fondle your other breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers and hearing you let out another moan. Shortly after, he moves his mouth to the other side, making sure to give your opposite breast the same amount of attention.

“Gonna make you mine,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing his way back up your chest and to your neck. “All mine.”

Slipping your hands beneath his shirt, he takes the hint, taking it off before tossing it somewhere in the room. He lets out a content hum as he feels your hands trail over his bare chest, revelling in your touch as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

A smirk pulls at his lips as he feels you attempting to flip the two of you over.

“I don’t think so sweetheart, not tonight,” he tells you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “Tonight is all about you.”

After all, if you’re to have his pups, he’s going to pamper you like never before. Before that though, he wants to make you as desperate for him as he is for you, and with his hormones influencing him, his need for you has just been amplified tenfold.

Trailing his lips back down your body, he parts your legs with his hands, settling between your thighs. He licks his lips, eyes blown wide with lust as he rips your pants off, followed by your panties.

The full force of your arousal hits him square on, a deep growl sounding from his chest as he breathes in your scent deeply. He can’t help but allow his eyes to flash gold once more, his whole body beginning to shake as he lowers himself down so that he’s now face to face with your gleaming entrance.

“Princess, fuck, you smell so good,” he takes another deep breath, locking eyes with you in the next moment, “but I know you taste even better.”

Without another word, he brings his mouth to your core, licking a strip from your entrance all the way to your clit. He hums has he hears the sigh of his name leave your lips, grip tightening on your thighs as he buries himself between your legs.

Your hand immediately flies to his hair, tugging the silver locks between your fingers as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He hums around you, and you can feel the vibrations through your core.

Shifting slightly, he adjusts his position so that he can spread your lips apart, giving him unrestricted access to what he craves most. His tongue laps up your juices as they spill from your entrance, feeling them starting to drip down his chin. The only thing is, he wants more.

In an instant, he’s trusting his tongue into you, moaning from the taste of you on his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved, and when it comes to you, he’s insatiable.

Moving his hand slightly, he uses it to rub at your clit as he continues to make-out with your entrance, loving the way you clench around his tongue. God, he can’t wait to feel you clenching around his cock as he makes you come for him over and over again. When he’s done with you, you’re going to be full of him - his come, his scent, his everything. A fact which makes a shiver run down his spine.

Looking up at you, he’s careful to watch every expression you make, loving the way your face contorts in pleasure the longer he keeps at this. He can tell you’re getting close, for your moans have started increasing in volume and are becoming more frequent. He starts grinding against the mattress, seeking any sort of friction against his member straining in his jeans. Seeing you like this, at his complete mercy just drives him insane.

Licking back up to your clit, he harshly sucks on it once more, swirling his tongue shortly after to coax your orgasm out from you. His gaze is piercing as he sees your body jolt, shaking while your back arches as you come for him with a loud moan of his name.

It’s as if he’s in a daze. Your scent surrounds him as he feels your skin beneath his fingertips. He doesn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck at your clit to help you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. Again, he wants more.

“Yongie,” you pant, attempting to push his head away from you. The sensations are becoming too much for you to handle at the moment, but he doesn’t seem like he’s going to relent any time soon. You choke on a breath, “too much.”

His heart absolutely flutters at the nickname you’ve given him. It’s one of his favourite ones, and it drives him crazy every time you use it, for it just makes him know that he’s yours as much as you are his.

Ever so slowly, he pulls his mouth away from your core, turning his head to nip at the skin of your thighs. He lets out a low chuckle as he hears you whine, loving the way your body reacts to his every touch.

Making his way back up your body, he kisses you deeply once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. He can feel your hands fumbling with his belt, fingertips ghosting over his lower stomach as he feels his cock twitch in his jeans. Pulling away from you for a moment, he bites his lip, staring into your eyes and searching for any signs of discomfort. Despite everything, he still wants to make sure you’re okay, and that he’s not pushing you into anything you don’t want.

Given the whine you let out in frustration at not being able to get his pants off, he knows there’s no hesitation on your end. A fact which makes him smirk. Looks like he’s not the only one impatient to have you fucked out and filled with his come.

“Yongie, please,” you whimper, voice desperate and slightly frustrated.

“Please, what, Princess?” He grins teasingly, loving that he can watch you squirm as he shifts to take his pants off, followed shortly by his underwear. He’s quick to hover over you once more, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. It’s taking everything in him right now not to thrust into you and pound you into the mattress. “Come on baby girl, tell me what you want. Use your words.”

He can feel your body heating up in slight embarrassment as he places kisses along your neck once more. Smirking to himself, he hears you take a shaky breath as he continues to tease your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Yongie,” you mewl right into his ear, sending a shiver down his back, “please fuck me.”

“Shit,” he groans, pushing into you immediately, making you gasp. 

He’s breathing heavily once more, body shaking as he wills himself to stay still until you give him the all clear to move. As soon as you nod your head, he begins to move, setting a ruthless pace as his hips snap into yours. 

“Gonna fuck you nice and deep,” he growls out. “Gonna fill you full of my come, it’ll be dripping out of you for weeks.” A moan of his name is all he receives in response, your nails digging into his back as he thrusts into you. “You like that, huh, Princess? You want to carry my pups, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes,” you manage to get out, feeling your body jolt with every thrust he makes into you.

His cock twitches at your words, “say it.”

“I want you to fuck me, Taeyong-“ your breath hitches as he hits a spot deep within you, “fill me with your come.” You moan, “make me yours.”

Something within him snaps and he begins pounding into you with a newfound fever. He can feel himself becoming more feral with every passing second he spends with your delicate walls wrapped around him. Not only that, but your words, combined with your scent, mixed with the sounds of your moans is driving him insane. The only thing on his mind now is fucking you, and filling you to the brim with his come, marking you as his.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he snarls, biting down hard on the side of your neck. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you immediately echo into his ear, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you attempt to bring him closer to you.

He can tell he’s getting closer to the edge with every thrust, but he knows he has to see you come one more time before he does. Reaching down between your bodies, he uses his thumb to circle your swollen clit, eyes sparkling as he sees your head thrown back in pleasure. From the way your walls are squeezing him so perfectly, he can tell you’re almost there.

His mind begins to cloud over as every single one of his senses is overcome with you, the urge to claim you once and for all becoming stronger with each passing second. You’ve talked about it briefly before, but he doubts you remember the conversation, for it’s been so long since you had it.

Snarls escape past his lips as he works you both to completion, and he finds he can no longer control himself. Just as he feels you tipping over the edge, he licks a strip up your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck in the next moment.

With a loud cry of his name, your orgasm crashes into you. The feeling of his fangs in your neck causes you to let out a scream in pleasure, your whole body convulsing as you feel him still within you. In the next second, you can feel his warm come painting your inner walls, a dull throbbing coming from your neck.

Detaching his mouth from your neck, he hears you whimper slightly. Lapping at the wound, he pulls back slightly to look down at it while rocking his hips into yours, making sure none of his come leaks out of you. Finally, with you laying back on the pillows, panting beneath him, you are his in every meaning of the word.

“Did you just-“ your voice pulls him out of his daze-like state as he shifts his gaze to yours only to see you trying to look down at your mark. His mark. 

A growl of approval rumbles in his chest, “yes.”

“Oh,” you whisper as you feel him pull out of you slowly, carefully. 

He’s starting to feel nervous, even though he knows in his heart that what he did was the right thing. He did what he had to do, and now this will ensure that everyone knows you’re his. However, you don’t seem too pleased at the moment.

“Princess, I-“ he begins to say, but stops himself once he sees you smiling at him.

“It’s okay,” you say, and you can see him visibly relax. “It was bound to happen sooner or later, right?”

He blinks a few times, “right.”

He’s only planning to spend the rest of his life with you, of course he’s going to mark you as his, and now you’ll be carrying his pups, too.

“I love you,” he says, laying on his side beside you on the bed as you turn to face him. “So much.”

“I love you,” you smile back at him as he leans in to kiss your forehead. 

You can feel the stickiness of the events you’ve just done dripping onto your thigh, so you go to get off the bed to clean yourself up. However, before you can move, Taeyong has you pinned beneath him once more.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” He asks, eyes swimming with that familiar darkness you saw only moments ago.

“To clean myself up?” You answer, though it comes out more of a question.

“I don’t think so,” he growls out. “I’m not finished with you yet."

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I KNOW YOUR SLEEPOVER STARTS TOMORROW BUT IM SO HAPPY THAT I WANT TO START SENDING IN STUFF NOW!!!! So to start off: 💛- HC with my baby Draco Malfoy where he’s a soft boy who’s saying “I love you” for the first time 💐- 1. I love you! You are amazing! 2. Sometimes I just need validation 💕- honestly choose whichever fic you want to review (it’s up to you!) ☀️- a blurb with my baby Draco where he introduces me to his mom post-war CONGRATS AGAIN BOO 💛💛💛💛💛💛

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A/N: I am so sorry boo it took me so long to get to your request. I am gonna write the review next. I really hope you enjoy this.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: none

Hope you all like it!

Y/N was dressed in a simple yet gorgeous white dress that reached just below her knees, giving it a rather elegant look. Her hair were curled into beautiful waves, as she kept her makeup simple and natural. Though she did wear some little gold earrings and necklace, a little set that she had purchased along with a friend of hers from a muggle shop.

She wasn't sure how she was going to walk tonight in those heels since her legs have been wobbly due to her nerves.

She felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a warm chest which was covered with expensive linen material. The scent of expensive cologne filled in her senses. She didn't even saw her boyfriend come in.

"You are beautiful." He whispers, looking ber in eyes through the reflection of the mirror. He kissed her shoulder gently, and pressed his lips at the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. "Don't be nervous, mother loves you already."

"Really?" She asks him with her voice laced with astonishment.

Draco smiled at her. "Really. It's impossible for me to fathom how can someone hate you. And in my letters, I always talk highly of you." Draco presses a kiss to her cheek and she turned around and hugged him.

"You are so sweet, my love," she whispered into his chest, just loud enough for him to hear. Draco smiled at her and let them stay like this for a moment before taking a step back.

"Shall we leave, my love?" He asks, adjusting his collar to his comfort.

"Yeah." She whispers and with that they both apparate to the Malfoy Manor.

Draco shuddered as he looked at the manor but when he felt his hand get squeezed, he looked at her, terrified. Y/N gave him a comforting smile and leaned in to whisper gentle words which console him as she pulled him into a hug and let him bury his face in her neck.

Narcissa watched them through the window, her lips curling in a smile when she watched y/n console Draco in a comforting yet graceful manner. She walked away from the window and waited in front of the door.

She glanced around the house for a moment.

After the war, Lucius was taken away to Azkaban for the rest of his life but his wife was spared since she didn't participate in any missions and neither had the death mark.

She had renovated the entire house, getting rid of that horrid black colour replacing it with warm tones of beige. She felt lighter already when she got rid of all the dark artifacts. She felt even better when she changed the look of the Manor.

It was brighter. She could actually feel sunshine grace her skin and she could breath in air without fear. She had started to bake and read more, occupying her free time when she is not busy investing in a few businesses and helping orphanages.

She got cut off the train of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the doors and greeted the couple with warm hugs and sweet genuine smile.

The pleasantries were exchanged and they all went into the living room.

"So how is my son treating you?" Narcissa asks with a smile.

"Really well, Mrs. Malfoy. You have raised a gentleman." Y/N smiles glancing at Draco who seemed to be proud if himself.

"I really hope he has stopped saying, 'When my father will hear about this.'"

Draco groaned, taking a pillow and trying to suffocate himself before embarrassment does.

Y/N laughed at him, shaking her head. "I am sure he will not say that phrase in any other lifetime."

"Good to know that." Narcissa smiles at her and then turns to Draco. "Stop embarrassing yourself, Draco."

"As if you haven't done enough of that." Draco grumbles, sitting up straight as if nothing happened.

"How about you go and check on the steak, dear." She suggests him.

Draco nods, kissing y/n's cheek he got up and left the room while muttering something incoherent.

"Y/N, dear, I would like to say one thing to you." Narcissa begins.

"Please do."

"Draco," she sighed, "he has been oppressed by his father most of his life and wanted to be the ideal son that Lucius wanted him to. He sometimes will not be manageable, he will be stubborn and rude at times. But he will love you despite everything. And by what I see in both of your eyes you both adore each other. Please don't lose faith in him."

Y/N smiled at her. She reached for her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Even death can't pull us apart, Mrs. Malfoy. Believe me, I will keep faith in him and it'll take some time but he will change and grow out of any of his antics."

"He is very lucky to have you, you know that?"

"He better be."

The two ladies laughed just as Draco came in. He smiled at them, content in his life with what he had for the first time in his life.

He doesn't need anything but the support of these two women. One who raised him, and one who helped him mature into a lovely human being.

The two of them taught him that money would not matter until he has got love with him. They both slowly made him learn that love for self is the only thing he would need to survive in a cold world.

But perhaps they were wrong for he could not last a day without their love.

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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic   Chapter 4: The Better Grey

Derek's gathered himself at the catwalk after his patient died. Mark approached him and said that he and Lexie had a relationship. But before he could add that he broke it off, Derek punched him in the face. Derek punched him again. Mark punched him back, and Derek fell. Meredith and Addison saw the commotion. Bailey and Richard saw it from his office. They went out and asked what is going on. Owen and Eric arrived and broke the fight. Owen pulled Derek. Eric restrained Mark, locking his arm on Mark's shoulder, yanking him away.

"Come on," Owen said, pulling Derek away from Mark.

Meredith caught Derek as he limped, offering her shoulder to Derek. Derek flinched as he rubbed the blood off his jaw.

Mark shrugged Eric off him and cringed as he felt the sting from his right hand, bruised, possibly broken. Callie stepped beside him and offered to look at his hand.

- - - - -

Callie looked at Mark's injured hand and his face. Lexie went there to check on him.

"OK, well, it's not broken," Callie added, "But you should ice it," setting an ice pack on his right hand, "lots and lots of ice." She continued.

"Hi," Lexie said, cautiously.

She peeked behind her and saw Lexie. "I think I should..." Mark nodded yes.

Callie walked out of the room. Lexie stepped in closer to Mark, eyebrows furrowed, noting the bruises on his face and hand.

"I'm sorry," Lexie said. She moved closer to him, Mark moved to avoid her touch.

I can't do this with you. Not anymore," Mark stated, without looking at Lexie.

"Why don't you say it to my face," Lexie blurted, "Look at me and tell me we're not happy – you're not happy with me."

Mark stood up. He exhaled deeply and looked at her blankly, "I'm not happy. You're just someone I slept with."

Lexie winced. Mark remained staring at her, deadpan. Lexie turned around, her eyes closed as she struggled not to cry. But, her tears fell as she walked out of the room.

Mark sat down and pondered if he may have made a mistake. But, if it means being the bad guy so Lexie could choose not to see him anymore, he will do it.

Three days later

Callie checked Mark's hand, hoping that he could do surgeries.

"It's still swollen," Callie said, "I'd give it another day rest."

"I haven't operated in days," Mark retorted, "You do know that?"

"Don't hit with your scalpel hand," Callie snapped back, "Have you talked to him?"

"He threw the first punch," Mark stated, as-a-matter-of-factly.

"You did catch him at a bad time,"

"So he lost a patient. Boo-hoo. We're surgeons, we're men, and we lose patients. Doesn't give him the right to go around behaving like a drunk frat boy," He's trailing, "Now I'm supposed to go crawling back, begging for his forgiveness?"

Callie saw Arizona walking at the hall. She pulled Mark in front of her, to block herself from being seen by Arizona.

"What –what are you doing?" Mark asked, as Callie hid behind him. She pulled him closer as she moved.

"Shh, shh, shh!" Callied murmured, "I went Say Anything on the ped surgeon in front of the ped surgeon's date... so l am hiding from the ped surgeon."

"Mature," Mark mocked.

"You got in a fistfight. No judging," Callie scoffed.

- - - - -

Richard stood in front of the surgical schedule board as he ordered the nurse to make adjustments.

"No, Callahan on the bypass, Levin on the appy –  Damn craniotomy," He exclaimed, "Where the hell is Shepherd?!"

Mark stepped closer to the chief, holding his injured hand delicately.

"You can't rely on Shepherd," Mark interrupted, "ls there anything l can do?"

"My neurosurgeon has been missing for days," Mark's eyebrows knitted in confusion, as Richard continued to rant, "l have no head of cardio..."

"Now would be a bad time to tell you – my hand's still out of commission and l can't operate," Mark interrupted.

Richard scowled at him, staring at him for a minute before he continued.

"... general surgeons quitting on me left and right," Richard went on, his voice is growing louder on each phrase, "Surgeries piling up like dead fish and no surgeons!"

"You do remember that you still have another hotshot neurosurgeon in the hospital?" Mark clarified.

"That hotshot neurosurgeon seemed to think that he can have his own schedule as he sees fit," He shouted, "trauma and neuro... he should stick to one specialty while he's in my hospital," Richard added, enraged. Mark realized that he wasn't just implying about Eric, but about Bailey.

"Put Eric as interim chief of neuro. And, leave me on the board. I won't let you down," Mark stated. Richard reluctantly agreed before leaving Mark.

- - - - -

A week later

Meredith already tried talking to Derek about going back to work. She failed. She didn't try anymore. Meredith focused herself on doing surgeries. Richard appointed Eric as the interim chief of neurosurgery after the Chief gave Eric a piece of his mind. Since then, he's been in charge of all Derek's surgeries. Meredith also started working on Eric's service.

"You're welcome, by the way," Mark chased after Eric as he noticed Eric walked at the corridor.

"Oh, sod off, Mark," He expressed.

"Are you angry that I suggested you to become the interim chief – "

"You're doing this on purpose," Eric interrupted him, "You're doing this so Derek will get more angry at me, taking his job than you sleeping with his sister-in-law."

"For all I know he doesn't care." Mark cleared.

"Don't you bloody dare put me into this."

"You heard the chief. You don't have a choice." Mark retorted, causing Eric to stop his tracks, "And you can't take trauma patients until Derek comes back."

"Oh, I - I heard him pretty well," He paused, murmuring under his breath as Mark waited. "Damn it." Eric glanced back at Mark before he shook his head. He waved his hand as he exhaled before walking away.

- - - - -

Hospital Lobby

A group of residents were queuing at the coffee cart. Izzie noticed Eric walking towards them. She nudged Meredith with her elbow, getting her attention as she pointed at the neurosurgeon with her head.

"Your friend's coming here."

Meredith glanced towards Eric, "My what?"

The group turned as Eric stopped in front of them. He observed each of the residents in front of him, noting the obnoxiously smiling blonde next to Meredith, a rugged-looking resident beside the blonde, who seemed more like a wrestler than a surgical resident; and the know-it-all resident who was supposed to be a talent surgeon - Eric was yet to test her to believe that. His gaze shifted to the remaining two residents: the doe-eyed resident who had been working with him since the beginning, and Lexie, who was staring at and away from him.

"Dr. Webber asked me to be interim chief of Neuro," He paused, glancing at Meredith, "Starting today, I'm doing all of Dr. Shepherd's surgeries while he's gone. A certain doctor told on me about having a favorite resident, so... O' Malley, you're off my service."

George nodded.

Alex snickered. he leaned closer to Izzie as he whispered, "Bailey."

"Shhh." Izzie said with a smile.

Eric glared at the two. Izzie pushed Alex away from her, noticing Eric looking at them.

"I need someone to assist," Eric said, looking at each of the residents in front of him, "Grey."

"Y-yes?" Lexie blurted out in surprise.

"No. Not you," He grimaced, shaking his head no. He turned, " - the better Grey," He paused, and looked at Meredith. Meredith pointed at herself. Eric gestured yes and she walked forward, "Round up my charts and see me at the Neuro wing."

Eric walked back inside the hospital.

"the better Grey?" Cristina stifled her laugh as Lexie glanced at her.

- - - - -

OR 2

During the craniotomy. Meredith stared at him while he's cutting the tumor.

"What is it now, Dr. Grey?" Eric noticed Meredith looking at him.

"Nothing," Meredith responded, shaking her head as she looked at the patient.

"Irrigation, please," Eric asked. He glanced at Meredith and noticed that she is hesitating to say something. "Okay, you can tell me."

"Nothing," Meredith implied the second time, "It's just that..."

Bailey interrupted her as she strolled inside the OR room. Bailey stood a few feet away from the OR table. Meredith glanced at Eric. As he looked at Meredith, she gestured her head towards Bailey standing quietly as she watched. Eric glanced at Bailey before looking back at his patient.

"Dr. Bailey."

"Dr. Keaton," She paused, "I see... you're in charge of Dr. Shepherd's surgeries." She looked at Meredith and added, "And new resident, huh?"

"Not my choice," He hissed. Meredith heard him. Meredith looked at him, amused. "What do you need?" He added as he continued dissecting the tumor.

"I - uhm, I heard that you're also appointed as interim while Derek's..." Bailey paused, looking at Meredith, "...out," She implied, "Maybe... you could, uh..." She hesitated.

"No," He interjected, darting a glared at Bailey.

"I haven't even finished my..."

"You're asking me that I should talk to him."

Miranda Bailey had been Richard's proud protégé. She's been trained by Richard Webber, both in surgery and leadership. She kept calm, recognizing that this person she's talking to is an attending. But, when Eric cut her off for a second time, Red mist suddenly surrounded her. She narrowed her eyes and gave the young neurosurgeon a lashing.

"Oh, I'm not asking - I'm telling, Dr. Keaton. I demand you to talk some sense into your mentor," She blurted out. She remained standing there, looking at him sternly, "...Sir."

Eric stopped as he looked back at bailey. He then glanced at Meredith, "Oh, don't look at me. I won't go back in there," Meredith answered. Eric glanced back at Bailey who was still staring at him.

"So, you won't..."

"Nope," She argued, ringing the last syllable louder to make a point.

"Dr. Bailey, you can't just stand in there..."

"I can and I will," Bailey said, still looking at him, "You on the other hand don't have a choice, if you want to continue your surgery... without me, breathing down your neck." She narrowed her eyes at the end of her sentence.

Eric stared at Dr. Bailey. Meredith whispered, "You need to say yes."

"Yeah -- no," Eric looked at Meredith, "You don't get to have a say on this." He looked at Bailey, "Alright, Dr. Bailey. I'll try to talk to Dr. Shepherd. You're a bully, you know that?"

"Uhm, Hmm," Dr. Bailey answered, turning around, with her hips snapping, "Thank you, Sir," She strut out of the OR.

- - - - -

Late Evening Derek's Trailer

Eric arrived and caught Derek outside the trailer, drowning himself with alcohol.

"Well, look at you," Eric jeered, "Now I know why they call you, Mcdreamy."

"What are you doing here?" Derek said, chugging the beer he's holding and opening another one. "I don't need you here."

"And, I never said you need me here," Eric stated, relaxing at the lawn chair beside Derek.

"I didn't..." Derek said as Eric sat beside him, "Yeah, make yourself comfortable."

Eric inhaled deeply and looked at Derek, drinking another can of beer.

"Will you pass me one?" Eric suggested.

"Go get your own," Derek replied, "Did Meredith ask you to talk to me?"

"No, she also wants nothing to do with you. As am I," He added, adjusting his shirt as he relaxed on a more comfortable position.

"Aren't you glad you got my job?" Derek mocked, "You should be. I'm not going back."

"I'm not..."

"You are. You should. You have been aiming that ever since in New York."

"Here we go again," Eric sat straight, expecting Derek to finish his thought. Derek glared at him as he continued.

"You want to be me. Now, you get to be me!" He paused, standing up, "You wanted my job. You wanted my sister. You wanted to be me," Derek threw the can he's holding and yelled.

"Sister? No, No!  We're past that issue. You will not blame that issue back at me again whenever you see fit!" Eric stood up and yelled at Derek, "You always do that, you always blame other people for something that's your fault in the first place!"

"You pushed yourself on everyone in my life -- You're a leech!"

"Wow, look who's talking. You always blame everyone in your life for the mistake you made in the first place, just to be the savior in the end! You made a mistake. Take the blame!"

Derek punched him, "What do you think I'm doing here? I'm taking the blame!" Eric stood up and punched him back. Derek punched him again, Eric stumbled on the ground, "Leave!"

Eric stood up and wiped the blood on his chin, grimaced as he touched his bruised eye. He walked towards his SUV and went inside, not looking back. He drove away.

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Olympia Soiree - Kuroba Walkthrough

⚠️This route goes over mature themes touching on the topics of sexual assault, abuse this is a 17+ game rated M. Please do not read this if you are sensitive to mature topics⚠️

I would first like to say this is the route I wanted to play since the start of the game but I thought I should save the best for last. Kuroba is voiced by “Tomokazu Sugita“ who is my favourite VA ever! He is very talented and is in so many great anime and games such as fire emblem awakening- Chrom, Gintama- Gintoki and many many more. He’s also the VA to my favourite otome boi ever- Ron  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) (Norn 9) I was not disappointed at all! Kuroba is my favourite route so far and might be for the rest of my playthrough.

Notes

The prologue or intro to the game is pretty long but it gives a good foundation to the story. I would highly recommend making a save on the line “Well, here I go!” This is right before the character selection. you can NOT save on the character selection screen. so please make a save. The second thing that I would like to make note of is that   Kuroba has 3 endings. the “Archives” is gonna be your best friend. I would recommend playing the “Sun” ending first (The Good ending) Once you have started a chapter you will be able to select it from the “Archives“ The last thing I would quickly like to make a note of is that Kuroba’s story is a great was to end the common routes and I would highly recommend him being your 4th character to play. This is on course just a recommendation “you be you boo~”

Sun Ending - Before Night Falls

…I’ll keep that in mind

I was just about to drop it

Teach me now, then

You shouldn’t say that

I wish everyone chose life

Of course not

I’m very sorry, but…

I’ll trust the lore a bit longer

What about the other girls?

Are you forgetting someone?

I want to choose him.

I want to help however I can

I am considering someone else

It’s over now

I want to be checked here

I want to save him

Before Night Falls  Achieved

Keep reading for other endings and CG’s

You will have to play the Short Story “Noon to Noon” to get the Last CG for Kuroba. This should unlock once you finish the good ending.

Lingering Scent (Bad Ending)

LOAD: “A Ruthless Decision“ from archives

I want to be checked here

I don’t want to save him

The Woman I Love (Bad Ending)

LOAD: “A Ruthless Decision“ from archives

I’ll go to the hospital

I want to save him

*Final Thoughts*

Soooooooooo I’m starting to think that I have a thing for Doctors ⊙▂⊙ Because I really enjoyed Kuroba’s story but I also really love  “Adage” Steam Prison and “Masaomi” Brothers Conflict so idk..... On another note I feel they did Kuroba a little dirty with the CG’s He has 2 that look so similar and idk there really cute but it just feels like something was missing  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe I'm going crazy. So this marks the end of the starting routes on to my last 2 routes!!! I cant believe how fast I have gone through this game. I love dystopian stories like this, its like a colourful version of steam prison lol, not really. 

[b-lessings]

Assalamu alaykum🤍🤍🤍

Somedays I feel the world is so unjust toward people who do not excel at school, and/or drop out of it at the end. They say they are lazy people, that they do not think of the future, that they have sabotaged themselves.

I say that... it's not true. Yeah, many, if not almost all, drop school because they don't wanna study. Yes, they are significantly less chances at having a job, and zero chances at having a well-paid one. Yes, having less chances at having a job can sabotage also your personal life, because, let's be honest, it's how capitalistic societies work.

But... I never used to be bad at school. I was the best student of the class, in any class. I was the one who would worry about getting a B (actually here we have a numerical system and B is 9/10 here) instead of an A (10/10). But lately I don't see the point of it, and I have realised it doesn't give me any personal pleasure and only burnout and excessive anxiety (which is strange since my parents don't punish me for bad marks... I just feel like I owe them 10/10s all the time), and that I never had a good studying method and that when I try one I'm unable to focus, I was just a "gifted kid". I was just lucky, until I wasn't anymore.

It used to make me feel so good, because it was the only part of me mom praised me for, and now I am to discover it was all luck, and now I only feel stress, and it's not even worth it at the end because our educational system here is so bad and narrow-minded and superficial.

A carrier? I always *thought* I wanted one, but now... Now, yeah, I want to learn more about herbology and photography and etymology and fashion history and sewing and embroidery and knitting and cooking and gardening and A LOT of other *specific* stuff that don't pay any of them bills, I want to research, I want to KNOW but. I want a little home, a husband and maybe bi idhnillah children. I want a quiet life, I realised I can never be a doctor because i HATE HATE H A T E maths and I have a weak stomach for things like blood.

and I feel trapped, I feel short-sighted and dumb because I don't aspire to SUPPOSEDLY gReAt (🙄) things.

I don't like attention, I don't like speaking in public, I don't like blood and germs and numbers. And I don't like classrooms and stressfull deadlines and entitled teachers.

that's me @ everything said above!

First of all, I had to open two tumblr tabs to answer and keep track of what you're saying at the same time !!

So let's go at it one idea at a time. I'd first like to congratulate you on the sense of awareness that you have, you seem to be pretty mature and woke for your age. I am impressed. Allahuma barik lakee :)

There is a point where you said "and zero chances at having a well-paid one" - umm , not necessarily. I know you've heard this a billion times before but Bill Gates doesn't have a college degree and that's a fact. But yes, I see your point, I hear you. IT's just that in these crazy times we live in, people can make crazy money out of vlogs on youtube so, and Influencers get paid higher than doctors. Just saying.

The second paragraph where you were describing that you're a straight A student (we use numerics too dw) that was as if written by me! I FEEL you sis! I was like that all my school life even tho I had school phobia and high anxiety. and it's so earnest that you're trying to justify that they don't punish you for bad marks, but your anxiety could come from something else, fast forward a few lines, I found my answer "it was the only part of me mom praised me for" :)

Umm, excuse me "now I am to discover it was all luck" *face palm* - because I can"t put emojis I am using the laptop

As Muslims, we know better than to believe in luck or coincidence, thank you!! But also, even if you believed in luck, it could have never gotten you this far, boo. Please give yourself enough credit, it wasn't luck it was your brains, your intelligence and your hard work. But now you're just tired, frustrated, burntout, and almost every other adjective on the list, you name it. And yes, you are so very right saying the educational system is bad, it is actually destructive, outdated, exclusive, it does not take into consideration students with learning difficulties or special needs, it is designed as one prototype, one box, one model, you either fit in or you're 'stupid' - it doesn't even encompass or understand the different types of intelligence. Trust me, I know what I am talking about, I am both a teacher and a student at the same time, and I am exhausted on both plans. I am currently taking a leave from work because teaching has become the most stressful and anxiety provoking thing in my life, it only fueled my depression and only 3 weeks into the new academic year I was done. So, I know what you're talking about my dear, I promise. You know I went through high school with flying colors, but on my very first year in college, I got 6/20 in the first trimester and then I dropped out, lmao. I would never say that was luck that got me through school and I would never say I got lazy afterwards, it's happens in the head, it was depression, and frustration of expectations vs. reality, it was burnout, etc.

Moving on, the paragraph where you described the things you want out of this life, that was so beautiful. But, you're not the only one, it reminded me of the asks I get from the cute anon who writes in many colors (especially orange), she always talks about things like that :')

May Allah swt grant you and all girls of this ummah the peace of mind and the sakinah of the heart, may Allah swt puts our worries to rest, and grant our tired hearts their wishes. May Alkah swt give us the strength and patience to overcome these modern-day fitnahs, may Allah swt protect the kindness, softness, gentlness, and purity of our hearts, ameen.

Don't you dare blame yourself habibty, and don't you beat yourself up for what you're going through. I sense lots of self-loathing and guilt tripping in your ask. You are your own best friend my dear, if you turn your back on her, blame her, be tough on her, she can never be okay. The world is cruel enough, hard enough on us, we don't need to be hard on ourselves.

I wish I had more tangible solutions, but I'd just say, be patient with yourself, rely on Allah swt for He is ar-razzaq, He swt will open your heart and your mind to knowledge again, and grant you success in shaa Allah. Take it easy my dear, one day at a time, one project at a time, one deadline at a time, one exam at a time.. nothing lasts forever, and soon enough you'll get through this, I promise. Allahu al'mustaan.

Stay safe, beautiful. Fi Aman Allah.

[hargrove-mayfields]

so sorry im late asking this (i was waiting for you to get more, super surprised you didn’t get more asks tbh) but could I hear more about your wips “I have a crush on Barbara Holland” “baby fic” and “HOH Steve” also if it’s not too much “girlyfriends” and “cali house” and “medical emergency” ik ik that’s a lot but I’d honestly want hear about ALL of you wips in that list if i could. thank u in advance

It’s alright anon! I’ll accept these asks until I run out of WIPs to talk about!

I have a crush on Barbara Holland- This one is a soulmates au, where Steve has his soulmates initials, B.H., on his wrist, and he is whole heartedly convinced that that person is Barb. He’s very much in love with her, and there’s lots of talk about how pretty and nice she is (hence the title lol) but eventually she reveals that he isn’t her soulmate. Before she had hid the initials on her own wrist under a watch or a chunky bracelet, but she feels guilty, and shows Steve that her mark had long ago faded, because her soulmate passed away when they were in elementary school. Steve decides, despite how much value he used to hold in the whole soulmate thing, he doesn’t care about who some stupid mark says he should be with, so him and Barb date until her death. He’s heart broken, but the sadness very quickly turns into so much anger after Billy Hargrove, another B.H. rolls into town with a little S.H. on his wrist. He feels like the universe or whoever is even in charge of this soulmate bullshit is spiting him for thinking he could fall in love with someone he wasn’t destined to be with, so he rejects Billy for a long, long time, even after he himself figured it out that Steve is his match. When he does start to feel that way about Billy, he struggles with so much guilt and has to go through a very long grieving process to be comfortable with his feelings, because he’s not even sure if they’re his genuine feelings or the work of this soulmate bond. Very long and very angsty.

baby fic- Nancy gets pregnant that first time at the party with Tommy and Carol, and her and Steve try really really hard to make things work out for their baby, but it just isn’t meant to be. They make an arrangement that the Harringtons are very not pleased with, where Nancy has the baby at the Byers house half the time (because let’s be honest I think the Wheelers house is not really a safe place to be raising a baby) and Steve has her the rest of the time. Because it was like, a much more mature breakup without the cheating and the drunken confessions, they’re still pretty close friends. When the upside down starts making an appearance again, they have to try to figure out how to navigate it with this little four month old baby, and that means getting some help involved. Billy shows up at the Byers and instead of a fight, Steve’s all exhausted like oh good, you’re finally here, and gives him the worlds fastest run down of this monster fighting shit with a crying baby on his hip, and like, Billy just can’t say no to him asking him to go into the tunnels while he watches the baby. There is eventual Harringrove after a while, but it’s a slow burn for sure. This is also probably the least serious and least angsty thing I have ever started to write.

HOH Stevie- They’re all in the government hospital getting their post Starcourt once overs, Billy and El of course being rushed into surgery, and Steve’s about to get discharged when he gets addressed by name and just, does not respond at all. The doctor is like hmm, and checks his ears, and they find out he has almost no hearing in his left ear, and only about forty percent in the right. All that head trauma from the Russians and then all of the explosions of the fireworks, it leaves him deaf.

Everyone tries to be supportive, but his dad refuses to let him get hearing aids because he doesn’t believe he actually needs them (Steve’s a diagnosed hypochondriac) so for the next several months while his parents are still home waiting for their next trip, he’s struggling. He basically gets iced out by the party because he just can’t hear anything they’re saying, and the kids get tired of repeating themselves, and Nancy got insulted the one time he told her her voice is too quiet, and Robin wants to do things right for him, but she forgets sometimes, and will ramble on about something without looking at him and everytime he’s like great, I didn’t catch a single word of that, lovely talk though. It’s very frustrating and isolating and nobody seems to want to make accommodations for him.

The very same day that his parents leave for their latest vacation, he goes back to hospital. At first he just has to get more testing done, since it had been upwards of six months since the last time they saw him, and on his way out he notices Max in the waiting room chairs. He hadn’t seen much of her at all since Starcourt, so he checks on her, and at first she tells him to go away, because her friends have said some not so nice things about how much time she spends at the hospital, and assumes Steve is there to tell her Billy isn’t worth it too. Because that’s not the case, he ends up going in the room to visit Billy with her.

They do the small talk, the awkward, sorry about the fact that you’ve been in the hospital for six months now and nobody wants to come see you thing, and at some point Billy realizes that Steve can’t hear a damned thing he’s saying. He tests his theory by saying Steve’s name when he’s not looking and just waiting for him to answer but, surprise he doesn’t because he didn’t hear it at all, and Billy’s just like, you’re deaf aren’t you?

The progression of the fic is basically Steve coming to visit Billy everytime he has an appointment for his hearing (and more, but Bill doesn’t know that) but the day of his last appointment to make sure his hearing aids are functioning as well as they ever will for how bad off his hearing is, Billy’s acting different.

When he’d first walked into his room Billy had been surprisingly bright eyed and bushy-tailed for what he went through, but now he’s just acting all mopey. Max makes him tell Steve what’s wrong, and he confesses that he feels like he’s going to get left behind now that Steve’s all better, because then he has no real reason to visit him anymore. But Steve has one very good reason, and the rest of the story is him making sure Billy knows it.

girlyfriends- This’n’s sort of a non-canon compliant character study about aromantic! Billy, focusing on how awful and uncomfortable he felt with his past girlfriends, messing up dates and never going as far as they wanted him to, which at the time he pinned on liking boys instead, but then after he gets with Steve, he feels like this is different and he likes it, but he’s still not too big on all the lovey dovey, romance stuff. He rationalizes it as like, maybe just being a side effect of him being an asshole or something, but he‘s actually super insecure about how he is in relationships. There is a fluffy resolution though where he embraces his identity, it’s really not all doom and gloom, boo hoo I hate myself stuff.

cali house- Years after Starcourt, the boys have moved to a decent house in California using their government hush hush money, and they’re there for only about a month when Billy’s mother shows up at their door.

She says she caught wind that her son was back in town and wanted to come see him, after all this time. Billy of course lets her back in his life immediately, his mom meant so much to his recovery process and now that she’s here, he can’t turn her away, but Steve’s a little suspicious of her intentions.

He thinks that if she wanted to see Billy, she would’ve done that years ago before he ever even left Cali in the first place, or that you know, she wouldn’t have fucking left him behind. He tries to bring it up with Billy gently, but he won’t hear it, and he feels beyond hurt by the suggestion because he thinks Steve is just jealous that he’s spending time with his mother, who he hasn’t seen for upwards of fifteen years at this point.

They fight and avoid each other for a few days until Billy’s momma admits when he brings it up, over lunch or something saying like, “Steve thought you were using me or something, isn’t that crazy?” and she’s just like “Well, actually...”and tells him that money was tight, and she needed a little extra money, so Billy and his disability checks and his rich (boy)friend seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some.

He goes back home to Steve and expects him to be mad, to rub it in that he was right, but he’s really not, he’s super supportive, and you know, Billy finally realizes he doesn’t need to have this bullshit family thing with his mother, because he already has one, Max and Steve and his friends and all the people that actually care about him.

medical emergency (tw attempted suicide)-

Billy, who’s living on his own in an apartment downtown after Starcourt, deliberately doesn’t get his prescriptions refilled because he’s so done. He’s weak and he’s hurting and he doesn’t feel like himself anymore, and he just feels like he wouldn’t care if his body gave up, if he suffocated in his sleep or had another heart attack. So he doesn’t take care of himself, and when he runs out of oxygen he just doesn’t go get anymore, but he’s halfway to choking on his own blood when he realizes he doesn’t want to die.

He calls Steve, because he’s not calling the cops and he can’t remember anyone’s numbers in his panic, but Steve’s is written on his calendar, scribbled there because they were supposed to make plans for something with the kids. Steve takes him to the hospital, having to fight him to put the CPAP on him to make sure his lungs didn’t collapse before they could get him to Hawkins General, and Billy’s just, so bone tired.

They do all their treatment stuff and get his body back under control, so Steve finally asks him what happened, if maybe he needed someone around to help him remember his meds and stuff, and Billy just, he breaks, like a dam overfilled he just pours out with all of this helplessness and sadness he’d been feeling, how he doesn’t want to live the way he does or at all anymore, and Steve’s heart just breaks for him.

He moves in with him, nobody’s willing to leave him alone after what happened, and Steve (along with Billy getting a new therapist because the old one was incompetent enough to not notice how bad off he was) helps him to realize he has something to live for.