#chapter 1 is hereeeeee

[landinrris]

Age of Worry

Pairings: Carlos/Lando

Rating: E

Tags: Football Player Carlos, University student/Artist Lando, Getting Together, Secret Relationship, Relationship navigation, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual angst, But always that good good happy ending (especially considering this is a prequel), somewhat slice of life, Stand Alone

Chapter: 1/4

As if someone in the room can read his mind, a voice speaks up from behind him. “There’s some beer in the fridge if you want something less caustic.” He turns around to see who’s just spoken to him and finds a boy sitting up on the countertop next to the stove, a plastic cup in his hand and the heels of his feet resting against the bottom cabinet door.  Carlos spends more than a few seconds staring, but he can’t help it. Or: Before Carlos played for Arsenal, he played for Brentford, and Lando was That Friend who never left his side.

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[slay-the-monarch]

"Hello."

[stareggie]

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chapters: 1/?

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SUMMARY:

Sirius Black is an Auror and a casanova who, to win a big case, bets that he can make a man fall in love with him in 10 days.

Remus Lupin is a Daily Prophet journalist who, to win more creative freedom, takes on a challenge of writing a piece on how to lose a guy in 10 days

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omg omg omg it’s hereeeeee, chapter 1 of my how to lose a guy in 10 days fic yayayayayayayyaa

enjoy <3

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[mochiwrites]

title: DEAL GONE WRONG — Clockers’ own Scar Goodtimes and his Secret Lover?

warning(s): graphic depictions of violence, gun violence, blood and injury, unnamed and minor character death, headshot

chapter(s): 1/1

relationship: scar/grian

summary;

"Scar Goodtimes shoots contact at Clockers waterfront warehouse, seen leaving with another injured party in arms. Sources say the injured party was dressed in a black leather jacket and a red sweater. Could this mysterious man be the secret lover of Goodtimes? Just who is he to the Clockers' very own silver tongued fiend of a man?"

or, while attempting to steal medical supplies, grian gets himself shot. oh and scar is there. cue a bit of an awkward reunion while bleeding on scar's bed.

read on ao3 here!

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IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE <- vibrating at INTENSE speeds. for anyone who's been wondering wtf the "mmau" tag was, here you are! welcome to the vault's limited life mafia au! I'm really really excited about well. everything about this au WHEEZE. the au has very quickly gotten out of hand (/pos) and oh man. happy reading! <3 I hope this au makes you just as insane as it's made us <333

( yes this is the scarian angst I've been writing for the past week and a half <3 )

[keelt9]

Cap. 1

Part 1

Masterlist

The soft breeze keeps making the leaves fall. You can hardly recognize their color if it is yellow, orange or a strange mixture of red, but she seems so immersed in the small show all of them give from the moment they detach from the tree until they crash to the ground.

“Is this your first time here?” The taxi driver takes her down to earth.

“Yes.” She sees the driver smiling and turning around in a small street, which she recognizes immediately. 

“Well, it’s almost winter, I bet you will have a lot of fun these days.” The car stops in front of a colorful house and she just smiles before opening the door.

If she counted the seconds between when she grabbed her bags and the moment she felt her lungs lost all the oxygen thanks to the impact of the hug, it would be less than 17.

“___, YOU’RE HERE! YOU’RE HEREEEEEE!” Carolina Mendieta, her best friend since childhood. Their friendship started in the third grade after both of them got punished for making a scene in the middle of the dance class. 

“Oh my god, honey, you will break her bones.” Her mother appears in the frame door with a big smile on her face. The fact Caro is 4 cm taller than her and has practiced karate since she was 5 years old turns everything into a  high possibility. 

“Mrs. Mendienta.” After Caro let her go, her mother immediately hugged her one more time. “___, darling, it’s amazing having you here, sorry for the over excitement.” She points with her eyes to Caro who seems like she just received the best present in years. 

The Mendieta's moved to Uruguay 8 years ago, after her father was notified about his promotion; __ used to joke about being a doctor brings benefits outside of the country. What seemed like the distance could break their prove just made it stronger, constant phone calls, video calls late at night and packages coming and going from country to country; reducing the kilometers and joining her hearts.

That’s why the house doesn’t feel strange or an unfamiliar place, iIt's like she has already been there multiple times, they go inside and a tiny black pug came running and barked all the way until he was  in front of them.

“Hi, Moka.” She squatted to be a little bit closer, she extended her hand and waited for him to make the first move to pat his head.

“I thought your father and Mar would be here.” __ said sitting and rubbing Moka's stomach. 

“Ahg, you know them, dad is a workaholic and Mar is in a shooting.” Mar, is the oldest sister of Carolina, she works as Audio Engineer, so she has been involved in multiple shootings from all types of genres.

“Here, __, you must be thirsty.” Mrs. Mendieta came from the kitchen with a tray of glasses of water and some snacks. “How are your siblings?” She asked her while they sat on the couch followed by Moka who already smelled the sweet essence of the fruit.

“They’re fine, thanks, annoying as always.” Her answer made them giggle. “Oh, how is the pregnancy going?” __ oldest brother, Esteban and his wife are expecting their first baby, driving all her family crazy with excitement. “Good, if everything goes according to the plan, the baby will be born in April.” 

“Your mother must be crazy.” She adds but Caro clears her throat. The mom topic isn’t one of __ favorite ones lately.

“Yeah, she is, but it’s hard to know if it is for the baby or for the wedding number 3.” She drinks a sip of the water. __’s mother, Lucia is preparing her third wedding, after the divorce of her stepfather Enrique Arteaga, one year was enough for her to get a boyfriend and 5 months later in an awkward dinner announced their engagement. 

It’s not like she didn’t want her mother to start a new chapter in her life, or her fiance. What makes her angry is the way she does things. After her father’s death, when she had 2 years old and her twins siblings 8, the following years were a torment; until 3 years after their mother met Enrique, they were in a relationship for 2 years before they decided to get married; Enrique is the father they lost in a early age; every soccer game, competition, festival, morning breakfast, pick from school and a sidekick, the three siblings found in him.

But suddenly the fights began and before everything became a mess, they decided to end the marriage, 8 years of marriage were resumed in a house sold, and the split of her family. __ chose to live with Enrique and her siblings moved in with her mother, well, just Valentina; Estaban got engaged a year later and 9 months later, they were celebrating a wedding.

“And, where are they spending Christmas?” Mrs. Mendienta changes the subject as quickly as she can. In a cowardly way to face her problems, __ notified her family she will spend the holidays with Caro’s family. Her siblings tried to convince her to at least spend those days with them but deep down her parents know letting her go was the wisest decision.

“Enrique with Raquel’s family and Valentina, she doesn’t know.” The conversation was interrupted by Mar's voice.

“I’m home.” As soon as Mar sees __, just like Caro, she screams and runs to hug her. “Shit, I totally forgot.” She spreads apart and grabs __ face in her hands. “God, how old are you 20?” __ laughs and Caro puts her eyes in white. 

“We are the same age fool.” Mar pushes her sister before __ can answer. “24, and you look so much better than her, how is that possible?” She laughs and hugs one more time.

In the dinner they talked about the news Caro forgot to mention and __ too, Caro’s father was excited too for having her in the holidays, and they all already have a schedule for her, one month of adventures, they resumed it like that.

“Your father must be proud of your work in the vineyard.” Mr. Mendieta mentioned serving the dessert. 

__ is in the last semesters of Agricultural Engineering, and she already had been working to specialize in oenology, the fact Enrique has a small vineyard was one of the main inspirations. 

“Or terrified.” She jokes causing everyone a small laugh. “I just hope to do a great job, and learn everything I can.” 

“That’s for sure honey, also your graduation gives us the perfect excuse to go home even if it is for a couple of days.” It wasn’t a secret that everyone missed Mexico, and being away for 8 years made them miss it more.

[pebblish]

THE BIG REUNION IS HEREEEEEE YAY CHAPTER 5!!!!

y'all are not ready for the coming chapters lol

[rosimira]

CHAPTER 1 OF MY AU IS HEREEEEEE!

Ok, so before, I want to say the endgame ships

Nischa/Passionpoets or Passionfruit lol

Spacedolls

Blackrose

Umm... I hope you enjoy, my lovelies! 🫶

Jane

“I know this dream of life is never ending, it goes around and round and round again…” Jane finishes singing just before the curtains close.

Heavy applause fills the air while Ocean sneers at Noel.

“Why did you point at me in my song!?” She practically yells in Noel's direction.

“Because, you're a freaky monster. Also, people laughed” Noel simply brushed off insulting her.

“Curtain call…” Jane's haunting voice reminds them all that they need to look presentable.

After taking bows and things of the sort Karnak rises from his booth and escorts the teens away from the stage. The fairgrounds are mostly empty, nobody pays any mind to them.

Soon, they arrive at the warehouse of the fair. The place Jane's learned to call home. Catered to the kids’ needs by having their own rooms and belongings to go with it.

Karnak is about to speak when Noel nods at Jane and drags him away to talk about the show.

“That was a good crowd” Ricky offers a conversation as soon as Karnak is out of sight.

“It's really was,” Jane agrees before starting the conversation she really wanted to have “Say, I noticed something before the show”

Constance pipes up, now seemingly intrigued.

“What'd you notice?”

Jane looks down, debating whether this was a good time to bring it up. Or maybe they'll just think she's crazy. Wouldn't make much of a difference. She thinks as she breathes in.

“I noticed I could move my hands.” The serious tone seemed to throw off her classmates.

“Uhh. Yeah? Get in line, Jane,” Ocean rolls her eyes.

“I-I know that! But doesn't it feel different? Like I could do it!” Jane continues to try and get her point across.

It doesn’t seem to work.

“What are you saying?” Constance has a concerned look on her face and her smile has dropped.

“We have free will. Karnak,” the headless girl makes sure to lower her voice at the mention of his name, “Isn't controlling us.”

Instead of agreeing or giving it some thought like Noel did, her friends look terrified. Well, Ricky looks terrified.

“Y-your eyes” his voice is shaky as he points.

“What's wrong with them” Jane cocks her head to the side.

“They're not all black!” Constance has the brightest smile on her face.

Jane takes a moment to take in what was just said to her.

“What?-” was all she could muster before Ocean cut her off.

“She's just trying to scare us” Ocean yet again rolls her eyes, but takes a step away from Jane.

“I promise I'm not” The doll brings a hand up to her eye, trying to feel for anything different.

Ocean looks like she's ready to say something else as Mischa runs up practically jumping up and down.

“Guys!” He starts, trying to find the English wording, “I have wi-fi up in this bitch! Talia has answered me!”

Ocean lets out the biggest sigh.

“We've finally driven poor Mischa to insanity.” She pauses, thinking of how to say her next words nicely “Sweetie, we're dead! There's no way she answered you.”

Jane stalks up behind Ocean just as she finishes her sentence.

“If we're really dead, then why am I still here?” Ocean jumps at Jane's voice from behind her

“That's a really good point… why are you still here? N-not that I don't love you, but…” Constance let's her voice fade, as she's made her point.

“I HAVE A THEORY!” ☝️🤓 Ricky says matter-of-factly.

Ocean sigs as she reluctantly lets him continue

“Go on.”

Ricky's smirk drops sinister as he sinply suggets:

“We're ghosts trying to pass back into the living realm. And we all try to in different ways.” He pauses for dramatic effect, “For example, Mischa has his phone. Jane actually ‘comes back to life’ in the show, and Noel can interact with the audience. But, of course we all primarily try to with the show. We are aware the living can see us. Also-”

“KARNAK!” Noel practically shouts Karnak's name before quieting his conversation.

It was a warning to wrap it up.

“But-” Ricky displays a puppy-dog face in Noel's direction, who purposefully walked in first.

“Quit. Your. Yapping. I've stalled him for long enough” Noel says through gritted teeth, voice just above a mumble.

Karnak then walks into the room.

“I believe it's time for you to go to your rooms” Karnak raises his eyebrow and looks at all of them, “Goodnight, no show tomorrow”

Jane watches as Karnak walks away with no other words.

Mischa is the first one to speak up as he runs over to Noel.

“Noel! Noel, look! She answered me!”

“That's… Wonderful, Misch!” Noel does his best to suppress his disappointment as Mischa jumps up and down like a child on Christmas.

Ocean rolls her eyes at the sight.

“Karnak told us to go to bed.”

“Why do we even listen to Karnak-” Jane begins to question as Ocean snaps and cuts her off.

“Oh-kay, creepy. Love that you're gaining consciousness. But, now is NOT the time, got it?”

Jane feels her eyes shift back to black as she puts her head down. Why won't Ocean just hear her out?

“Cукa” Mischa glares at the redhead.

“I know what you said isn't nice, but thank you.” Ocean smiles in contentment.

“BED, CHILDREN!” Everyone hears Karnak in their minds.

Jane shivers as Constance mutters ‘Sorry,’. Karnak is still in their heads, whether or not he has control.

And Jane's going to figure out why.

[painty-throws-a-fit]

Hey guysssss so i just pumped out three chapters of a new darkfic in like, an hour. Idk how far ill get with it but hereeeeee

Fan gets a parasite and goes a little banana bonkers

(please do read the tags/warnings)

[inklingofadream]

teen jon is at the pacing flip i never thought we'd get hereeeeee. gonna ease into 2 now/1 then in the next few chapters

[nerdyreaderpapi]

YAY I FINALLY GOT THE NOTIFICATION!! I was thinking maybe it was my phone or probably the app! But I’m hereeeeee

1) Andrea!!!! My baby is back! I’m so glad to see her doing well, I love that her and Ella met and and spoke! I really hope that Andrea meets someone that is sweet to her!

2) ugh Ella and James are everything! I love the care he has for her and how he’s always looking out for her and doesn’t allow her to badmouth herself! He’s the best! And I love that they can openly talk about James’ therapy! I’m so happy that he found a therapist that actually listens and cares about him, and I’m glad it’s working for him! My baby’s deserve to be happy 🥰

3) OH! Things most certainly got very… hot! I can’t explain it but I love reading their intimate scenes, especially knowing how far they’ve come together it makes their scenes more passionate. At least in my eyes! Idk if that sounds weird lol but because I feel like I really know them, it seems so passionate and fiery. Definitely SPICY🤭😂😂

4) Ella calling James a church burner is actually really funny😂😂😂 and to know that she started calling him it when they were in treatment and continued calling him it now is so funny and wholesome, it’s my favourite nickname that she has for him!

5) YAY ELLA GOT THE JOB!!! I’m so proud of her, I know she was looking and trying and I’m so glad she has an opportunity!! I feel like this will be really good for her and allow her to get out more and be more social! I’m so excited for her!!

6) I love how James friends are so supportive! I really really love that, I’ve noticed that throughout the chapters and it makes my heart warm! They’re like a cute little family!

7) oh-oh James mother… idk why I get a bad vibe from her, I guess we shall see in the upcoming chapters! But I love how James refused to go if Ella wasn’t invited! And he called and asked, that was so sweet!!! James is my number one for sure!! 💗💗

I loved this chapter so much!! I’m so excited for more, also I have a question, I can’t remember if it was mentioned or is I accidentally forgot about it but James is part of a band right and do they actively perform? It may sound like a stupid question but it popped into my head last second and I couldn’t remember the answer!

Anyways, I loved this SO much !! I’m so excited for the next update! You’re absolutely amazing and your writing is TOP TIER!! 💗💗💗

Light on the Darkside - Chapter Fourteen.

Huge love to my little audience for your continued reads, reviews and reblogs. You're so lovely <3

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 3,794

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

After a thirty-five-minute train journey from Nuneaton to Leamington Spa, followed by a half-hour bus ride, Ella found herself walking through the picturesque village of Moreton Morrell in the heart of the Warwickshire countryside.  

It was the first time in weeks that she’d spent any time away from James, apart from a few job interviews she’d attended, plus their respective therapy sessions, all but moving in with him completely. He hadn’t officially asked her, but welcomed it greatly, more of her belongings arriving at the flat over the eight weeks they’d been reunited, both blissful in the fledgling stages of their relationship, now able to flourish in the real world.   

That particular morning, she was on her way to visit another person she had met while at the same place she’d found her love, turning off Duffus Hill onto a small cul-de-sac, arriving at the second cottage along and rapping the heavy iron door knocker a couple of times.  

“You’re here!” 

Stepping in, she was pulled into a huge hug by Andrea, the young women thrilled to see one another again. “Aww, look at you! You look amazing, Ella!” 

“Thanks! As do you. Wow, your hair!”  

Andrea had added colour to her natural mane of fiery auburn, making the hue even more intense. “I was so glad to sit in a salon chair again and get it fixed!” Ella could identify. Walking into the abode, she was struck by how sumptuously cosy it was, the fire lit to keep the October chill at bay, a large, grandfather clock with its heavy pendulum swinging back and forth in the corner, and an album by Portishead playing softly.  

“Tea?” 

“Please, that’d be mint. I could murder a cup!” Ella confirmed, hanging up her coat on the rack and sliding her boots off. “It’s getting so cold out there. I think we’re in for a shitting horrible winter, innit.” 

Her friend raised an eyebrow. “Now, who’s dulcet tones do what you’ve just said remind me of?” she pondered, Ella shielding her face with her hand momentarily, laughing. “How is he?” 

“He’s really, really good,” she confirmed, Andrea moving into the beautiful little kitchen and clicking the kettle on. “He’s at therapy today over in Birmingham, still sees the same guy who was the head clinician at the unit he transferred to as a private patient.” 

Andrea placed some teabags into the pot before pulling two large mugs from the cupboard. “That surprises me, I have to say. I always had James down as the type to walk away from it all and give the ole’ line of ‘suck my fucking dick’ to any further therapy once he was released. I’m glad he’s benefitting from it.” 

How well she knew him. “I did too for a while, but being at the place in Edgbaston really changed his mind about it all. His therapist sounds lovely, really listens to him and guides him over what he needs to do. He didn’t respond well to Dr. Beaumont’s methods of like, pointing you in the general direction and letting you figure it out for yourself.” 

Her eyes widened a fraction. “Hmm. She was very allusive like that, wasn’t she?” Noticing Ella pull her cigarettes out, she pointed at the back door, taking one from her with thanks. “She definitely wasn’t for everyone.” 

For Andrea, though, she’d been wonderful in connecting the dots between a traumatic event and her subsequent sex addiction issues, the girls discussing it after smoking their cigarettes, moving to the big, comfortable leather Chesterfield in the lounge.  

“I think the further I understand that it was less about sex and desire itself and more thriving on the attention from men and the excitement of sleeping around, the more it’s helped me reconcile the trauma that sparked it,” she explained, sipping her tea as she took a biscuit from the tin between them. It was lovely to witness Ella taking one without prompting, she noted. “I didn’t deal with it all, when it happened. Shoved it away. It was too painful.” 

“Sweetie,” Ella cooed, reached to stroke her cheek affectionately. “Of course, it was. It was no age, losing your parents at twenty-one. That’s like, one of the worst things I can imagine.” 

Indeed, the death of her mum and dad three years before had turned Andrea’s entire life upside down. Being an only child, it had been made even more difficult. Of course, she’d had family rallying around to help her, her uncles and aunties making sure she was okay regularly. Being alone in the cottage, though, she had soon come to realise that she truly wasn’t, sparking her promiscuous and often dangerous behaviour, leading to a breakdown and subsequent sectioning.  

It was too much for any twenty-four-year-old woman to deal with, losing her parents to a fatal car crash, being catapulted into a life of sole financial comfort, since they were both very well off, but having nobody around all the time to either enjoy it with – or more pertinently – keep a watchful eye on her.  

Life after treatment, she was now very glad to say, was much, much improved. 

“So, how’s that sexy mate of James’s, then? Steve, isn’t it?” she asked, smiling with a little embarrassment. “I can’t believe I straddled the man and stuck my tongue down his throat. The shame!” 

Ella snorted softly with a smirk. “Steve wouldn’t have cared at all, trust me. Quite the opposite!” 

“Oh, I know. I could tell that by how he kissed me back,” she revealed, her cringe fading a little. “He was a very good kisser, so that makes the embarrassment that I couldn’t dial my compulsions back a little less mortifying!” 

“As for how he is, he’s fine. Keeps asking for your number,” Ella revealed, watching Andrea rub a hand down her face. “Sorry, shouldn’t I have mentioned that?” 

“No, you’re fine, sweet. It’s tricky because I fancy him, but yeah, that time I briefly met him he was nothing more than a compulsion trigger, so I don’t know. He’s a young, sexy as fuck guy. He likely won’t want to get wrapped up in my mess that I can’t really casually date somebody and enjoy carefree sex, lest triggering my issues. I sort of get the impression that’s what he’s about.” 

Oh, how right she was. “Yeah, he’s a man whore, Ands. Big time. I mean like, he’s fucking lovely, such a laugh and totally cool, but he shags around a lot.” Hester, a girl called Jennie, another she didn’t know the name of, someone called Leonie, the man had his rotation in place.  

“Bollocks,” she huffed, Ella spraying a mouthful of biscuit crumbs. “I guess I’ll settle for just looking at him and how bloody pretty he is when I finally come to see you up your way.” 

All talk of the male species was left there, the friends instead catching up with one another’s lives on the outside. Andrea revealed she’d gotten herself a part-time job at the local pub, The Black Horse, although truly she didn’t need to work with a fully paid off mortgage and all she had in savings gathering a very liveable amount in interest. 

 Still, what she wouldn’t give for her parents returned to her instead. She still cursed that the drunk driver who’d collided head on with their car had survived, albeit in a vegetative state. Perhaps that was the more fitting punishment, though. While they talked, Ella also shared a few of her plans, too, like returning to college.  

“I like, kind of think it makes me a fraud, though, wanting to strive for a career in helping others when I know I’m not one hundred percent recovered yet,” she began, sipping on a fresh cup of tea. She’d been tentatively considering it, perhaps studying for a psychology degree, wanting to specialise and help patients with eating disorders.  

Sighing, she continued. “We went out for a curry not long after James and I reconnected, and it sent me into a spiral. It was pants, mate, sitting there crying outside because I couldn’t cope with eating in an unfamiliar place. Or choosing a food I wouldn’t normally have had.” 

Andrea was thoughtful for a few moments before replying. “Did you ever think that the studies could actually help you more in your recovery? It might give you a greater insight, learning from the other side of the coin, as it were.” 

She hadn’t, it had to be said. After arriving home that evening, she discussed it more with James while she cooked chicken, him supervising the rice as she was – by her own admission – bleedin' useless with it. 

“Andrea is right,” he spoke, jumping up to sit on the counter. “You probably would get a new perspective over it. As for thinking that makes you a fraud and all of that, nah babe. Look at it this way, before your degree, you need to take your A levels first, so that’s two years. All being well, you’ll have finished that degree by twenty-eight, so that’s just over five years into your recovery, innit. You’ll be way more secure in yourself by then, won’t you?” 

“Mm,” she hummed, sighing. “I hate that my illness took such a chunk of my life, time when I should have been making these decisions and studying. I would have been a year away from completion of a degree, if I hadn’t. I messed up big time.” 

“Oi, less of that. That’s my girlfriend you’re badmouthing, dickhead,” he frowned, stretching his legs out to ensnare her, pulling her back into a full body hug. “If you hadn’t gotten ill, then you wouldn’t have decided that this was what you wanted to do, would you? Or met me. Obviously, I’m the more important of the two there.”  

His joke had her laughing, squeezing him tight and kissing his chest. “Of course, baby.” Reaching for her cider, she took a swig, lifting her head to give him a little nibble beneath his jaw before moving back to the cooker. “How was therapy, then?” 

“Yeah, pretty good, you know. We discussed my ongoing anger issues today. Michael made a good suggestion over what I could do to stop it, my desire to batter people who piss me off at the drop of a hat.”  

He’d been doing very well there, up until a week ago while at a club with Ella and a few others. Now much more confident in her body, she had been up on a podium dancing, wearing only a small outfit of hotpants and a cropped top, attracting a lot of male attention. Looking was fine, but when some random bloke had taken it upon himself to climb the side of the podium and make a grab for her, well. He’d met a very irate James, dragging him down by his jeans, his fist meeting his face at speed.  

“What did he suggest?” she asked, cracking fresh pepper over the chicken and turning each butterflied breast, moving to the chopping board to prep the vegetables to go into the wok.  

“Kickboxing. He said it would give me both an outlet for rage, and discipline over when to exert that rage and all that. Think I’m gonna give it a go, innit.” 

She widened her eyes. “War does not need to be any more deadly than he already is!” Her laughter filled the room, even more so at her boyfriend’s entertained smirk. “I think it’s a good idea, really. He seems to have a lot of those, Michael.” 

“Yeah, he’s a top grade bloke. Really fucking sound. Always has an answer for all my stuff, too. So what else is new with Andrea, then?” 

“Oh, the redheaded goddess!” Steve called from the armchair, beginning to grin. “Is she ready for me to give her one hell of a good seeing to yet?” 

“Calm your dick down,” Ella warned, pointing at him with a spatula, “you’ll do her recovery no bleedin’ good.”  

“We’re gonna have to put him in restraints when she comes up for your birthday,  innit?” James spoke, pulling a fresh beer from the fridge.  

Steve turned, his grin wide. “Nah, don’t you threaten me with a good time, Jim!”  

Once dinner had been eaten, a film watched and Steve declaring he was ‘off to play with Leonie for the night’ before leaving the flat, it wasn’t long before they decided to have a good time of their own.  

“Mmm, shit. I don’t even know how the hell you can move your tongue so quickly, but I... ahhh! I’m not complaining!” she moaned, feeling him smile against her as she straddled his head, James happily lying there with her riding his mouth.  

It burned incandescent through her, like a hail of glimmers creeping slow, his hands clutching the rounds of her bum, moving every so often to lay a hard smack. She’d never had a man spank her before, but god, how she enjoyed it when James did. He wasn’t gentle with it. At all.  

While his hands showed no mercy, his tongue slowed, dragging flat and slow through her folds, circling over her clit and repeating the action again. Her thighs shook from the potency of each lick, shuddered breaths leaving her mouth as she panted hard, her gaze falling to see him open his eyes and wink at her.  

Wrapping her clit in a firm suck, the sensation rooted itself in her, sharp-toothed and edging on a little too much, her hips swaying against his mouth. The pleasure dug deep into her marrow as she cried out, the release snapping through her, Ella immediately moving to gratify him by sheathing his cock within her still fluttering walls.  

He weighed heavy in the depths of her, the feeling of her soaking him only gratified further by the prickle of teeth crushing his nipple, her nails grazing like sensual daggers down his sides. She pulled heaven from the very depths of his hell every time he was inside her, not afraid to be as rough with him as he liked her to be, her hand grasping his neck, nails digging in as she kissed him with stormy lust.  

She sucked his tongue, his mouth then gliding to rain soft bites over her neck, grasping her bum and fucking up into her powerfully, the tempo remaining slow burning like napalm. Sitting back up again, his cock pressed firmly as she rotated her hips, hitting her front wall, lightning rolling over her spine, clawing at the black and grey brandings of his upper arms as he reached to squeeze her breasts.  

God, how she loved him, thrived on the thrill of having sex with him, James the sole reignition to her desires as soon as she’d started to feel better. The way he looked at her too, it made her feel incredible about herself, her body confidence restored. She couldn’t thank him enough for having such a part in returning that to her. There were wobbles on occasion, but they were becoming fewer and further between. 

Watching as she fucked him, she’d never seen a sight as sexy, her tall, muscular, tattooed man with his storm grey eyes. He was so darkly alluring, so stunningly sexy, James’s thoughts over her extremely similar. He loved that she finally saw what he did in her, and enjoyed her body as much as he did for the most part. 

The way she moved on top of him had him lost to the sublimity of it, no girl before her doing quite such a thorough job where he’d be content to remain on his back for the duration. It was hypnotic, a rhythmic spell of sexual energy unlike anything he’d ever experienced, her body rolling and undulating like she was made of liquid. Quite simply, he’d never been ridden like that in his whole life. She absolutely blew his mind, this beautiful young woman who he fallen so deeply in love with.  

The pace became more urgent and frenzied, voracity replacing the slower, sumptuous enjoyment that had prevailed thus far, Ella grinding down on him eagerly as he moved beneath her with more purpose, both of them driving deeper moans from one another.   

Each keen undulation caused him to feel sparks flickering his spine, while she had her own bliss pulsing softly, increasing more the faster she moved, fervidly chasing her release as she began to rub her clit, her other hand flexing at his chest, nails digging in.  

A string of panted expletives left her mouth as she felt herself reach boiling point, bubbling over and taking him with her to a gloriously sweet finish, intensity throbbing hard and leaving them both a breathless, shuddering wreck.   

With Ella now taking the contraceptive pill, there was no longer a need to move immediately to dispose of a condom, James pulling her down against his chest, stroking her back as he kissed her deeply. Floaty light little aftershocks skipped over her nerves as her release ebbed away slowly, feeling his cock twitching within the hug of her walls.  

Sleepiness began to settle over her, Ella finally moving to her side of the bed and pulling the duvet and thick, faux fur blanket over them, blocking out the November chill from their bare flesh as he curled around her.  

“Night, babe.” Dropping a kiss upon her shoulder, his arm tightened around her as his head sank into the pillows beneath it. “Love you.” 

“Love you too, my sexy church burner.”  

Yes, it still made him laugh.  

The following morning, Ella rose first, pulling on one of James’s long-sleeved t shirts (this one depicting the logo for the band Venom, who she was becoming a little partial to) her big, slouchy socks as well as her pyjama bottoms, shivering a little as she waited for the heating to come on while making herself a tea.  

Looking over into the lounge area, she noticed a familiar sight, a blanket swathed Snedders lying asleep on the sofa. He had his own key, so it wasn’t a surprise to sometimes find him there of a morning unexpectedly. She guessed there’d be a story to accompany his presence, probably involving his on/off girlfriend, the infamous Kerry. Ella didn’t like her at all, finding her to be very difficult to get along with.  

Making her tea, she moved to the armchair, placing her mug down on the much neater coffee table. In lieu of being able to offer anything towards the rent (which James had dismissively snorted at the suggestion of anyway) she’d taken it upon herself to keep the dwelling tidier and cleaner, padding to the corner where the answering machine light flashed.  

Turning the volume down low so as not to wake Snedders, she pressed play, being informed of three new messages.  

“Hi sis! I need to meet you at half four this afternoon so don’t get there too early. My shifts, the way they’re moving them around, fucks sake! I know it’s only half an hour, but yeah. See you later!”  

Jane, a welcome message.  

“James, it’s only me. Dad and I would love to see you. Are you free to come to lunch at ours next Saturday? Let me know, love.” 

Carole, perhaps not so welcome, depending on her mood. She’d sounded jovial enough, though.  

“Hello, message for Ella Greenhall. This is Sharon calling from Bloomin’ Lovely about your interview. I’m pleased to say we’ve chosen you for the position, if you could call me back at the shop as soon as possible, that would be lovely. Tentatively, I’d like you to start next Monday. Looking forward to hearing from you soon!” 

“Oh my god!” she squeaked, jumping up and down as quietly as she could, clasping her hands over her mouth. “I bleedin’ got it!!”  

Out of all the jobs she’d recently been applying for, the position at the florist just off the high street there in Nuneaton was the one she’d coveted most, Sharon, the owner making her feel so welcome when she’d arrived, the atmosphere so warm and lovely. It was only a part-time position, but with her wanting to start at college again it was perfect for her, Ella able to work in the college hours around her new job.  

When James got up around an hour later, her news brought him booming delight, much less concerned with waking up the sleeping heap of ginger dreadlocks on the sofa than she was. 

“Babe, that’s top grade! I’m so fucking proud of you!” he exclaimed, swinging her around in his arms, a grunt coming from the sofa. 

“Aw, ya got a job, Ells?” Snedders grumbled, emerging from within the swathe of the large blanket. “Nice one, little mate.”  

“Cheers, Sneds,” she chimed, turning then to her boyfriend after he put her down once more. “Also, your mum left a message. Asked if you were free for lunch next Saturday.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, his jaw setting slightly. “Since that’s your birthday, I’m saying no. Even if it wasn’t, I’d still be saying no.” 

“Well, we’re not doing anything until the evening, are we?” 

He smirked, side eyeing her with raised eyebrows. “I had planned to bounce you on my dick for most of the afternoon.” Pausing, he began to laugh at the lascivious look she returned. “Hold on, did she say anything about you going, too?” 

“Not specifically,” she shrugged, reaching for her cigarettes.  

That was about right for Carole. She knew all about Ella, too, James already having introduced her to his dad, Alan thinking she was ‘absolutely bloody lovely, kidda’ as the man himself had worded it. “Then I definitely ain’t going.”  

“Maybe she meant me too, but just didn’t say it?” she suggested, watching his lips tightening. Perhaps it was best to leave it there, she thought, knowing well now the clear signs of him becoming agitated. “Then again like, maybe she didn’t. You’re not obliged to call her back if you don’t want to, baby.” 

He relaxed then, slipping an arm around her. “Good, because I’m not.”  

As it turned out, though, the lack of return phone call led to Carole reaching out to her son again, James answering the phone to her a few hours later.  

“Does that invite extend to Ella?” he asked, frowning.  

“Of course, it does!” she exclaimed, busying herself with cleaning the kitchen while she jammed the cordless phone between her ear and shoulder. “I’d like to meet this girl your father has told me all about.”  

Even though she was being polite and casual, agreeing to visiting still went against his better judgement. Come the following Saturday, he’d see in hindsight how correct his intuition had been, too. 

[getosbf]

CHAPTER FIVE IS HEREEEEEE

Chapter summary: As the people of London impatiently wait for the great detective Sherlock Holmes to catch the Lord of Crime, the criminial goes rampant, killing more and more nobles. However, only Sherlock knows of his friend's sorrowful wish, that he himself wants to die. And when the devil comes knocking on his door, what will he say?

Contains very much angst, william is suicidal and also very very self destructive, a small hamilton reference even though ive never watched it and some poetic metaphors

[landinrris]

Hide All Our Sins From the Daylight

Pairings: Carlos/Lando

Rating: E

Tags: Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Secret Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Unintentional Outing, PR Fake dating coverup, 2023 Formula 1 Season, Monaco 2023 through Singapore 2023, Carlos is having a good time until he's not

Chapter: 1/4, 20.4k

“If I said the word beard to you, what would you say?” “Oh God,” Lando responds immediately. His line goes quiet for a second before he’s back, his voice sounding clearer like he took Carlos off Bluetooth. “They suggested what?” Carlos backtracks a step. “Not in so many words. Or— in so many words, but they did not use this word.” “What did they say? Exactly?” Or: Lando and Carlos find each other in Augusta, but nothing is that easy once Carlos finds himself agreeing to a PR relationship to ensure his own contract negotiations.

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[andrea1717]

Ich habe 3.421 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 2.611 more posts als 2021!

309 Einträge erstellt (9%)

3.112 Einträge gerebloggt (91%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

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Ich habe 1.516 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

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#writing – 274 Einträge

#bucky barnes – 229 Einträge

#fanfic – 223 Einträge

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#the room lights up when bucky smiles at him like it always does. steve leans in for another kiss and he's suddenly sure that he's doing

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

It took me ages but I finally made it 🥵🥴

First Times Part 2 is up

89 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. November 2022

#4

New story alert and it's very spicy!

The First Time

For a split second he thinks of telling the person that he's technically a virgin. Well at least when it comes to men. Maybe he should have mentioned it in the few texts they shared. Damn it. Maybe this was a mistake. He should cancel. He really should. Steve is willing to pay him for not coming at this point and walks over to his phone to find the chat when the doorbell rings. Steve startles and then just stands there for a few seconds. Should I or should I not? He could just pay him and send him away again? One way or another he has to answer the door.

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93 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 26. August 2022

#3

It's hereeeeee!!!

Summary:

It was the summer of love once seventeen year old Steve Rogers finally gets a chance to talk to Bucky Barnes, the guy he used to watch from afar for years.

As the months go by he discovers more and more layers of the boy he adores until one day, after a devastating event, he vanishes.

It takes Steve months and many more uncovered secrets to let go and move on.

...

At twenty four Steve is living a life he loves. Working at the hospital with his childhood best friend Natasha. Living in an apartment not far from his mother in New York City.

One day at a night shift he gets an unusual task: watching a patient all night who refuses to talk to the police. A male sex worker who was almost killed by a client.

It’s a person Steve never thought he would see again. It’s Bucky Barnes.

Hope you like it :)

Chapter One

99 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 12. August 2022

#2

Febuwhump Story List

Here is the list of my stories that will be updated as soon as i post. I’ll probably be finished before February next year or maybe not lol

They are all Stucky!

Prompts by https://febuwhump.tumblr.com/

Day 1 Headwound - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/91918183

Day 2 Failed Rescue Attempt  - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/92463427

Day 3  Blood Loss -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/94189261

Day 4 Nightmares - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/94422061

Day 5 Let me see - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/95449177

Day 6 Hypothermia -https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/95746195

Day 7 Used as an experiment - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/96292024

Day 8 No Anesthesia -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/97901271

Day 9 Kidnapped - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98585307

Day 10 How long has it been? - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98793969

Day 11 Chronic Pain - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98904543

Day 12 Spiked Drink - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98953656

Day 13 Won’t regain consciousness - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/99296409

Day 14 Can’t go home - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/99562089

Day 15 Hidden Scars - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/99852399

Day 16 Does that hurt? - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/100424721

Day 17 Self inflicted Wound - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/100781148

Day 18 Forced to watch - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/101299719

Day 19  Delirium - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/101685192

Day 20 Caged - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/102396483

Day 21 Help them - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/103188975

Day 22 Restrained - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/103376985

Day 23 Don’t leave - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/103714671

Day 24 Too weak to move - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/104008719

Day 25 Muffled Screams - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/104225895

Day 26 Please don’t do this - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/104330523

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108 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. März 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

After a hard year, the end of both his military and his short career as a personal bodyguard Steve Rogers did not expect the call from his best friend and ex- colleague Sam Wilson.

He offers him a job, full time and long term, starting on the next day.

At first it sounds perfect to finally move forward from the devastating events in his past career and life - being one bodyguard in a group of four for a rich kid from a famous lawyer.

How hard can that be? 

What Steve didn't expect was the kid - Bucky Barnes, twenty two, traumatized from his dark past, devastatingly beautiful and a real brat.

After a while on the job Steve not only discovers that Bucky seems to play a role most of the time, he also discovers that parts of his heart who seemed to be dead for a while are very much alive.

Atoms - a story by Andrea1717

story (containing artwork by @kahey2804 ), pinterest board & playlist coming soon.

147 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. Oktober 2022

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[s-n-a-k-e-p-i-t]

so i picked up an ember in the ashes at the library this afternoon and i just finished it...

also i made friends with the librarians, they were so so so so nice to me and the one even walked me over to the YA section when I asked for directions and she was like “honestly I basically live in this section, i hope you find what you’re looking for.” honestly, cannot wait to go back tomorrow and be like hello it’s me i found exactly that because I’m done and need the rest of the series ASAP! But it was so great, they were also so shocked that I, a 24 year old young person, was interested and EXCITED to get a library card and i was definitely about to cry with how excited I was and I just love meeting people who GET THAT. 

anyWAY SPOILERS FOR AN EMBER IN THE ASHES BELOW

Okay, first of all, I actually really liked Helene’s character and I was totally shipping her with Elias from the beginning. I mean, homegirl is a fucking badass--only girl besides the Commandant--in the school, totally holds her own and can defend herself. (I mean there’s the whole brainwashed into violence and following orders thing) but like they make a really good fucking team and I honestly did feel a little bad for her bc yeah she was like this dude’s number 1 for years and then someone else just came along... AND YES I KNOW THIS PLOT IS SO OVERUSED OR WHATEVER BUT I HAVEN’T LIKED THE CHILDHOOD LOVE INTEREST SINCE GALE IN THE HUNGER GAMES SO LIKE CUT ME SOME SLACK-- and i know yall aren’t going to give me slack for picking Gale over Peeta, believe me my whole life has been torture because of that stance, just save your breath.... 

But in the same regards, I also liked Keenan’s character and his whole Laia romance thingy. It’s nice when characters develop other relationships and slowly find their way to one another. Adds to the burn, and we all know I like a slow burn. 

I was so so thankful to be back in first person after reading The Night Circus earlier this week.... I just really enjoy being directly implanted in the character’s heads and especially for a book that went back and forth between the two perspectives and then intertwining them, I was thankful for that insight. 

I’m not going to lie though, the beginning had me pushing through a bit and I get it, again, this world needed so much exposition to really explain who was who and how they got to where they were... and starting off with the raid was great, but again, sometimes I just need to simmer in the world for roughly 100 pages before I start to become immersed in it. It’s very rare that I’m hooked off the bat, but I also like to give everything a chance, so ya know! in this case it worked! At first I thought I’d one and done this book, but now I’m super curious as to where the rest of the series is going to read so you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be tearing through it on my DAY OFF TOMORROW!!!!! Can’t wait. 

I also could’ve seen Elias’ secret tunnel (secret tunneeeeeeel, secret tunnneeeeeel) being aid to them later in the story, called the fact that she could bring it to Mazen and then when that failed, that they would eventually escape through it, but oh well, I love me a secret tunnel and it’s nice bc Elias really did spend a lot of time digging it so I’m really glad all that work didn’t go to nothing. 

Um also I love Laia’s transformation. I often feel like even timid characters are like yeah I’m going to fight, but I really loved Laia’s struggle with cowardice and fear. I liked seeing her debate with herself of what to do, having her brother’s voice in her head guiding her, asking herself what her parents would do and if she would even live up to that. It was all refreshing in a way because I feel like that period in other books either doesn’t exist or is very short lived, like maybe a chapter. I liked that the first book of this series is solely her trying to figure out if she wants to save or be saved. I also just really like her in general, she’s spunky but I also like that she doesn’t annoy me... you know what I’m saying? If you read YA you get me, right? 

Also was a fan of the fact that they’re not 17 (at least they didn’t read like that, I’m feeling like early twenties, IDK maybe I’m wrong). I mean I am all for 17 year olds freaking out about which guy to choose and then having to save the world I. EAT. THAT. SHIT. UP!!!! But with darker themes mentioned in this book, I did enjoy the level up on the age spectrum. 

But yeah, overall I was pleasantly surprised by this book. I had seen a tiktok saying that it was disappointing and a DNF for that particular reader, but honestly couldn’t be me. Yeah, tad slow at the beginning, there’s a lot to understand to understand the brutality of this reality, but I mean I’m glad I stuck with it, because those last 200 pages, oooooooh boy they flew by. 

I’m interested to see where Elias’ and Laia’s relationship goes in terms of *wiggles eyebrows* their chemistry, because boy oh boy i am hereeeeee for it. Especially since so much of this book was like her: I HATE YOU him: her golden eyes were looking at me and that’s all that matters... and they’ll both be in new positions in this world and I’m interested to see them navigate it.

Do recommend if anyone is questioning it! (not that you’d read this all and then be like oh maybe i should after I literally just told you EVERYTHING) but whatever! And as always, I am always down for discussions, especially since I’m tearing through books right now and my friends are like we can’t keep up pls emily stop. hahaha sucks for them, escapism for the win! ok goodnight, gotta sleep so I can wake up and start storm and fury while waiting for my pick ups to be ready!!!!!

xoxoxox

[mochiwrites]

title: wrap your hands around my soul (and hold it gently, please?)

warning(s): graphic depictions of violence

chapter(s): 1/?

relationship(s): scar/grian/mumbo

summary:

And as he approaches his home, he sees the silhouettes of two people collapsed on his doorstep.

Wings fluffing up in alarm, Grian hurries to approach.

Passed out on the ground are two men, and they appear to be injured. Grian grimaces at the blood that’s spilling into the grass below before turning his attention to the two strangers at his doorstep.

The brown haired one is covered in bruises, and his face is twinged with pain, even in sleep. His arm is at an odd angle, making Grian grimace. Though it's the man’s companion that makes Grian worry. He seems to be bleeding, but Grian can’t tell how bad it is. Not from this angle anyways.

But most importantly, there’s magic radiating from the two of them.

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PARROT COVEN IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE !!!!! I’m so excited about this :D there’s a lot of fun things ahead :3 and lots of world building to be done! but first, the boys need to meet :3

[jewishmarkbryant]

Tags: Tier Five Caleb; IT’S HEREEEEEE; This is NOT TCT compliant and characterizations may differ; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; caleb went to tier five after safehouse and adam didn't quite move on but he sure as hell tried; TAMA and TIN are not required reading for this fic

Ships: Adam/Caleb (endgame), Sam/Mark (canonically dysfunctional), mentioned Adam/OCs, gen

Summary: It’s his senior year of college, and Adam Hayes is doing all right. Sure, he has no idea what he wants to do with his degree, he can’t seem to hold down a relationship, and four years ago, his high school sweetheart nearly beat a man to death and was disappeared by a top-secret government facility - which happens to be run by his aunt - but honestly. He’s fine.

So is Caitlin Park, who has a perfectly planned path that she intends to follow straight to success, no matter how often her gaze strays. So is Ryan Tran, who knows a lie when he hears one but can’t explain why as the knowledge picks away at him with each interaction.

All they want to do is get to graduation and maybe figure out how to breathe freely. Oh, and find out what happened to Caleb Michaels. No big deal.

They’re sure he’s fine… Right?

[This fic is part of my Subject E-308 canon divergence AU, but stands alone and prior reading of the series is not needed!]

Notes: Some of you may have seen this on Ao3 already/I may have yelled about it to y’all, but I’m working on Chapter 2 right now and I’m just incredibly proud of this fic! This is admittedly an experiment/challenge for me - can I juggle multiple POV? Can I juggle multiple plotlines? Can I finish a fic? Only time will tell, but I hope you enjoy it.