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bringbacktim · 8 months

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Fearless -O.P⁸¹

Not edited or proofread

This took forever and I apologise

Warnings: overuse of words cause I cba to find synonyms , I took lyrics out so its choppy at some parts

I want to thank @rinna0017 for telling me Oscar is fearless by Taylor swift coded because yes he is

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There's something about the way

The street looks when it's just rained

Oscar and Y/n were enjoying day three of seven in Portugal , the weather had been great the whole time they'd been there . Well that was until they planned to actually go somewhere and then it rained cats and dogs , but when you're a young couple in love nothing can put you in a bad mood

The pair couldn't stop giggling as they tried to either find some tree to hide under or a hideaway to duck under until the rain stopped

There's a glow off the pavement

Any oil that had leaked onto the pavements before the northern downpour were displaying all the colours of the rainbow as it mixed with the rain water , which made for a pretty sight

You walk me to the car

Oscar was in more of a rush to get to the rental car , probably due to his expensive clothing, practically dragging her

"C'mon baby we're gonna get soaked if you don't hurry up" he basically pleaded as he turned to look back at her

"It's only rain oscar, it's not going to kill you" she said with a laugh

As they approached the quaint Mini Cooper they had rented opting for a car that wouldn't stand out unlike the McLaren's he was used to

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

Oscar was confused at first when he opened the passenger door for his girlfriend to get in , but she just put her stuff on the seat and closed the door . As he caught her eyes to question her he saw her stood like the confused emoji(🤷🏻‍♀️) hands up and a head tilt, of course he knew what this meant as he'd been in this situation before

"We're not dancing in the rain again"

"It was fun last time don't lie , you just want to go back to the hotel and watch Ozark" she accused

"Okay maybe I do , but don't act like Jason Bateman isn't your celebrity crush" he retorted as she laughed knowing it was true

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know

I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now

Y/n will admit that she was one hundred percent ogling/admiring her boyfriend from the passenger seat , but who wouldn't that white shirt was doing wonders for him

"It's a good thing I don't ever let you drive , you'd crash 'cause you're too busy looking at me" he laughed feeling her eyes bore a hole in the side of his head

"Some people take it as a compliment y'know having their girlfriend think they're hot" she tried to sound serious/annoyed, but couldn't help but crack a smile

"You think I'm hot?" He questioned turning to her with a classic "I hate you" with a shake of the head and a grin

But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair

Absentmindedly makin' me want you

Everyone knows that one of the hottest things a guy can do is run his hand through his hair subconsciously, so when he did it before putting his hand on the back of her headrest her heart nearly stopped due to how hot those two actions were together

Truth be told if she was in that drivers seat they would be parked far enough away from anyone walking by and if anyone from the authorities questioned them they'd claim they didn't know the laws in Portugal

And I don't know how it gets better than this

How could life possibly get any better than driving down some country road wind in her hair , sun shining , her boyfriend beside her , and some Taylor Swift love song playing on the radio as they sang along

"Are you sure we can't just stay here forever?" She asked looking over at him

"I wish, but we both know you'd get bored in a week" he said with a smile and a playful shove in her direction

"Depends if you talk to me about cricket or not "

That statement earned her a scoff and a " don't lie you love it " from the man next to her as she laughed along . She didn't mean it in a mean way , everyone has one subject that they can and will talk about with someone even if they don't care or like it

You take my hand and drag me

headfirst, fearless

The car came to an abrupt stop and

Y/n was confused as to why he'd stopped and where they were , well that was until she looked around and out of the window as he was getting out that she realised they were at a beach that they'd seen what they assumed were other tourists on the first day who looked like they were having the times of their lives dancing a long to music and chatting or sunbathing and taking it all in

"When you said we were going to come back to this beach, I'd assumed it was going to be when the weather was nice"

"Don't act like you don't want to have a fearless moment right now" he beamed at her as he lead her out of the car and down the boardwalk

"You know me so well" she said basically running behind as he dragged her

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless

As they swayed in the heavy rain and powerful wind Y/n realised that she wouldn't want to dance in her best most favourite dress with anyone else , he is also the only person she'd run through an airport for but that's a different conversation

It was a stupid thing to do and both parties knew it would probably lead to a cold in the following days , but they couldn't have cared less in the moment , cause when life starts to feel like a Taylor Swift song suddenly nothing else matters , and even if they did get sick Oscar had been meaning to catch up on some Netflix show anyway so it was a win win situation

After about 2 and a half minutes when the giggles and adrenaline had wore off and the cold and wind were starting to affect them , they made a run for the rental as they tried not to slip and tumble over curbs on the way

So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road

In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here

Back roads had quickly became on of their favourite places and today was no different , they had to drive slower than usual due to the rain (top tips) but they didn't have anywhere to be so they could easily spend all day driving in circles round and round just basking in each others company

"Are you sure they can't just let you race exclusively in Portugal forever?" Y/n said looking out the window at the beautiful scenery

"You say this to every place we visit" he chuckled " we can always come back for summer break" he tried to bargain

"I will be holding you to that Piastri"

She said pointing an accusing finger at him

In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me

In this moment, now capture it, remember it

The sight of him looking at her with the utmost adoration, as they made their way back to the hotel because it was getting late , she knew she had to capture it and probably post it on her Instagram account later or just keep it to herself until his birthday or he did something worth celebrating either way she knew she needed to have a photograph of it

"No paparazzi" he said covering the lenses with his palm with the biggest grin on his face knowing it was such a bad joke but he said it everytime his girlfriend would try to take a video or photo of him

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way

After a long day of being fools in love they arrived back at the hotel they had called home for the last few days . Y/n couldn't help but stare at the button up he was wearing and how he had the sleeves rolled up and the top couple buttons undone (an almost deathly combination to any woman)

"You know you don't have to stare at me until I make the first move ? You can just kiss me whenever" he half joked

But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave

Despite him saying that he was the first to make a move , but she was definitely the more eager of the two and desperately wanted out of those wet clothes one way or another

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'

It wasn't the first kiss they shared or even the first of the day, probably the first in half an hour , but that didn't make it any less special and exciting as they stepped into the elevator and headed to their room

#oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri fluff #y/n #oscar piastri x reader #female #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #taylor swift #fearless taylor’s version

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sleepyorchidmonster · 7 months

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Twst Rwby Au, but it's just the twst characters in the plot of rwby.

Silver as Ruby because of the silver eyes, and the fact that they both look up to their parents. Malleus is Yang, but still as awkward as ever, dude can't socialize unless you talk about gargoyles or weapons to him. (Also Yang's name means sunny little dragon, so it's PERFECT)

As for the rest of the team, Leona is Blake because cat people (Farena is the leader of the White Fang but was killed by Adam, so there's this whole revenge quest in later volumes). He and Malleus are a couple just like the bees!

Kalim as Weiss! Both white haired heirs with too much on their shoulders, though he is much nicer than V1 Weiss.

Oz is Crowley because headmasters with ulterior motives and a big relevance to the plot. Yuu is Oscar, they're suffering SO MUCH. Grim is a grimm, but he just behaves like a cat and protects Yuu.

Riddle as Pyrrha. Both talented redheads with potential and a sense of duty that ended up kickstarting the plot (Riddle's overblot and the Fall of Beacon).

Still not sure about the rest of JNPR, since part of me wants to add Trey and Cater as Ren and Nora, while the other wants Jamil and Azul to be part of the team... maybe add Ruggie and just make it a second year team. Or forget renora and let it be just the octotrio annoying Riddle until his untimely demise.

Team STRQ is just all of Malleus and Silver's parents. Meleanor is Summer Rose, still haunting the narrative, Lillia is Qrow, training all the kids and being the fun uncle/parent, Levan is Raven, following the tradition to leave their loved ones for reasons. The Dawn Knight as Tai.

Whether they are all dating or it's just Meleanor/Lillia/Levan with Dawn knight tagging along as the calm uncle it's up for debate.

Rambling a bit here, but Ruggie or Azul for Jaune would be interesting... Ruggie doesn't have a semblance and forged his documents to attend Beacon Academy, but ends up as Riddle's partner, who, despite being mad at the rule breaking, notes that Ruggie is smart and skilled and the lack of semblance shouldn't be a problem, it will come sooner or later (Ruggie made a really good first impression during initiation, also Crowley didn't seem to care for the lie, so no problem).

As for Azul, well, he also forged his documents and is SO SELF-CONSCIOUS of lacking a semblance or not having the best stamina, but his team encourages him and he becomes a talented sniper. Then Riddle dies and it's depression time, especially if we keep the bit where Pyrrha locks Jaune away for his safety. He just thinks he is holding people back and blames himself.

I tried to add a few ships, but mostly went with the characters and themes that matched. It also helps that rwby and twst are based on fairytales, though only a few people actually match. Since we have Kalim as Weiss instead of Neige (the team wouldn't survive if it was three NRC characters with a RSA student).

#silver's semblance still revolves around dreams #though he manages to talk to riddle after his death #thanks to this silver now has the rose petal effect when attacking #malleus either loses an arm or wing...#also a bit of his horn #found family octotrio and riddle is great!#they had finally managed to make him comfortable with the team before he died #ortho is obviously Penny while Idia is Pietro #in this case silver adopts him as a younger sibling #the only ships would be bumbleby with leona and malleus. whiterose with Kalim and Silver. Trey and Cater as Ren and Nora.#and riddle with either azul or ruggie. because pyrrha and jaune #twst #rwby #silver vanrouge #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #riddle rosehearts #lillia vanrouge #twst book 7 spoilers #azul ashengrotto #ruggie bucchi #floyd leech #jade leech #riddle overlooking the document forging is the start of his character arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee

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ham1lton · 22 days

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I see Maneater being with one of the Ferrari boys or Lewis... Hold on, maybe Daniel too for a golden retriever boy x black cat girl dynamic - 🪻

okay wait cause charles x maneater is actually such a big brained idea…. if maneater finally convinced him to get a full time stylist, imagine the possibilities. power couple.

i see the idea of carlos x maneater. lewis i fear is more of a mentor to her. i think he’d feel icky ever pursuing her romantically because he supported her growing up. i love the black cat x golden retriever dynamic!! maneater being a black cat is so real. her and oscar are black cat x black cat besties.

#thanks for the ask!! 😍😘💕#🪻 anon #maneater ꕤ

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viridianphile · 1 year

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The Tale of Two Insufferables

Hermione felt alone in this world. And it just dawned upon her. That no matter how she excels in class, show her worth in the wizarding world, all the wizards and witches in hogwarts are still gonna call her an insufferable know-it-all swot.

But who cares? And so what? She’s got the library for company, and her books. Merlin, how could she feel alone? When she could just bask in the glory of escaping in the world of fiction?

Not even her friends, her best friends could fill in that sickening gap within her heart she never knew what it was and what’s the cure for it. But seriously, what the fuck was that? Even she couldn’t decipher the feeling. Maybe she just felt all alone, in this world. Worthless, she felt.

Whatever, she thought and indulged herself in reading alone in the Hogwarts library.

“Well would you look at that, the swot is alone”

A mocking sneer coming from another insufferable and undesirable wizard in the history of Hogwarts. At least for her, though.

“Malfoy,” she warns.

Unauthorized, he sat beside her. Legs swinging haughtily and manspreading following the subtle lift of his hips.

“Hey”

He greeted like it was all fine invading her personal space, sitting beside her uninvited whilst being enemies-sometimes-acquaintance is completely normal instead of clawing at each other’s throats.

She threw him a sharp look that made him remember too much of the time she punched him in the face. It made him chuckle for such a fond memory.

“What are you doing?” she motions towards his whole corporeal existence that doesn’t seem to read the room.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Right, what is he doing there? Why? Why sit next to Granger? It seemed a pull gravitated him towards that very spot next to her. Or maybe he’s in the mood to piss her of. Maybe both, or none of it at all.

“Honestly Granger, I have no fucking clue”

“You have ten seconds to vacate the seat before I—“

“Alright” and then he stood, plopped next to the seat he left like a child throwing a silent tantrum. His arms crossed, looking everywhere but her.

“Do you have a death wish, Malfoy?” a threatening tone, she gave him a quizzical look when he just sat there not too much of a change as it’s just a seat apart.

Malfoy’s in a silly goofy mood today, Hermione thought.

“I wish that swots realize that library seats are free real estate”

“Really? A muggle phrase? Since when did you become fond of them huh?”

“Since…you”

Hermione blinked.

Malfoy blinked.

Both of them, two, three, four times, a deafening silence stretching between them. Hermione furrows a brow and Malfoy clears his throat, completely ignoring the awkward retort he just dropped.

“Is that Jane Austen?”

And now he’s mentioning Muggle authors? The boy sitting one seat apart from her must be an impostor, a dupe!

“You’re mad Malfoy, and please, it’s Oscar Wilde, where did you learn that from?”

He smirks, smugly running a hand through his blond locks. He forgot to gel it today, she told her once he looked better without it.

“Oh well besides having a massive library at home, I happen to purchase a muggle bookshop. Named it, ‘Books and Crooks’”

“My cat?”

“Yes, your cat”

Theo appears out of nowhere, followed by Malfoy’s slytherin gang, “OH FOR SALAZAR’S SAKE DRACO GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!”

The Slytherin boy shouts across the room, earning a couple hisses and annoyed expressions from the students sitting dispersed around the expanse of the Hogwarts library.

Malfoy gave them a warning look before turning his attention on her, he stood following another run through his hair and straightening his tie.

“Oh Granger, there’s something I have to tell you—er, rather show you…” Draco buckles, cursing himself inwardly. It’s so uncool of him, a trait he didn’t know he possesses for he was a self-proclaimed epitome of coolness.

Hermione waits, a puzzled look on her face. What’s this ferret up to?

She remained seated while towering her, looking nervous. He pulls out his wand and flicks, suddenly the tower of books around her all flew to his command, their spines flapping and fluttering around her head forming a halo.

Hermione stands, gasping in awe of the sight. The book she was reading falls down into her hands and the pages fluttered, slowing down for her to notice the enchanted words dancing and highlighted in bold.

She read..

‘Dearest swot,

Please don’t push me away. You don’t have to be alone in this world.

And surprise…

I’m afraid you’ve bewitched me, body and soul. (Quote by Jane Austen)

P.S.

Can I be your date for the Yule ball?

Let’s be insufferable together,

D.Malfoy

She finished reading and the books fell out neatly to where they’re stacked. A few beats of silence followed, Hermione processing the whole situation.

Malfoy steels himself, the whole charade was unplanned. He didn’t think of a better confessional letter, he didn’t mean to make things turn out like this. It’s all supposed to be eloquent, chivalrous, and poised. He had a script in mind of which his hazy brain forgot—oh, if only he got a brain like Granger.

Granger, oh, Granger. Wherefore art thou Granger?

Lost in thought, the overthinking blonde thought he should be swallowed by the ground by now. He didn’t realize that Hermione was staring at his face, a blush on her cheeks that equally matched his.

“So..uh…what do you think about the book?” he steps closer, his beating heart pounding hard on his chest it almost hurt. Please… he pleads in his head, fighting the urge to take her hand in his, kiss it then let his lips linger.

Hermione swallows, her pulsing heart racing as he takes a slow step forward. She couldn’t fathom how a minute ago she was skulking about her affection deprived life, the next second this blonde twat which was supposed to be her enemy confessed in the most unique and interesting ways like he didn’t think it wouldn’t make her heart beat the same match as his.

“Well the book was clever, I admit”

Malfoy takes another step, this time a few inches separating the two insufferables. Theo wipes an impatient hand through his face, his gang and him entirely immersed, anticipating the moment meanwhile snooping from afar.

“Yeah? Tell me more about it”

A nervous smile but with ardent will and determination, Malfoy briefly reaches the end curl of her riotous brown hair , twirling it lightly with his fingertips. As if he couldn’t help but at least feel a bit of her..

“I think we’re both perfectly matched insufferables”

“And yes, Malfoy. I can be your date for the Yule ball” she added.

Hermione’s heart flutters once more before the whole library erupts in cheers.

“FUCKING FINALLY” Theo, a tired but definitely pleased wingman shouts in enthusiasm.

“The abomination you’ve created Granger, applause, applause. Draco’s going to gush about you like a giggling school girl in the dorms,” Pansy smirks, earning Theo’s approval, a panic but blushing Draco, and a happy and contented Hermione.

End.

A/n: honestly, word vomit. I’m stressed and I just need a dose of dopamine that is dramione. Cheers.

#dhr drabble #dramione #dhr fanfiction #dramione prompts #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect dramione #dhrtag #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione fandom #dramione fanart #dramione fic #dramione one shot #dhrtwt #dhr fic

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purplesimmer455 · 4 months

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Meanwhile, Tess chats with Paenji and Min in the living room. She grins as they tell her more goofy stories of Megan from college. "I'm going to tease her forever about this, thanks Paenji." Tess says as Paenji finishes recounting a cheesy story involving her, Min Jun, Iseul, and Megan on a double date. Plus, Min Jun asks Tess more about herself. Tess tells him and Paenji about growing up in Willow Creek with her two moms and 4 siblings, and cat Bob, and how she met Megan in Selvadorada and they fell in love and got married. "I knew she was the one a couple months in." Tess says, her light brown eyes lit up as she recalls sitting on the couch with Megan and her two kids Safiya and Amir and looking at Megan and just knowing she wanted to marry her. "Aww man, thats sweet." Min Jun says, smiling as Tess tells him of how she asked Safiya and Amir if they were okay with her proposing to their mom and after getting their blessing, she used the ring her grandma had gifted to her and had proposed to Megan. "We got married, moved in with Luna and Chrissy, and had our third nooboo Emily a year later. She's the love of my life." Tess says softly, and Paenji exchanges a sappy look with her own love of her life, Min Jun.

The two families then have dinner together, and then the adults hang out while Emily spends time with the Kang's dog, Oscar and then sits and chat with Cam, who's dating Emily's older cousin Piper. Emily still has a bit of a crush on Cam, but thankfully it's fading and she doesn't turn as red when Cam smiles at her as she did before. "So, you excited to go to 8th grade next year?" Cam asks. "I don't know, it seems kinda scary cause everyone is graduating and going to different high schools and such the year after." Emily admits as she twists her friendship bracelet. "It'll be okay, Emmy. Maybe you'll end up at a high-school you really like with your friends. Or you'll make new friends there, like I did with my friend Casey in our first day of 9th grade, and now we're best friends." Cam says, smiling at Emily. "Yeah, maybe." Emily says, smiling back at Cam. "Are you nervous to go to college?" Emily asks, and Cam nods. "Yup, definitely, I haven't been away from home for longer than a few days. But I'm also excited and happy to be dorming with Pipes." Emily grins. "Oh, Pipes feels the same, believe me. She's always singing love songs about you around the house, it's annoying and cute at the same time." Cam laughs. "I'm sorry Emmy." She says, but Emily waves her away. "It's all good, I'm going to miss her when she's not here though, even all the cheesy songs she sings." She adds, and Cam grins, patting Emily's shoulder.

#ts4 #mysims #Kang Paenji #Kang Min Jun #Tess Liao-Feldman #Megan Liao #Iseul Kang #Cameron Kang #Emily Liao-Feldman

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beansnpeets · 5 months

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I really do have a love/hate relationship with our vet clinic. Mostly I like them. But the lady vet we mostly deal with can be mean. She's not always very understanding of things. When Oscar's issues first started, and I've talked about this before, she basically refused to do anything. She hated whenever we came in and it was always a bad time. Then I broke down crying and told her I was sorry and that he isn't like this with us at home and he's a very sweet dog, he's just SCARED. Her tune changed so fast. She was instantly nice to me about Oscar after that and we tried a number of anti anxiety drugs for a couple years before giving up because none of them had any effect on him.

But today she had the same old attitude about Rollei. She asked me to hold him so she could poke him with the sedative, but he was nervous and he's strong and doesn't sit still, I had a hell of a time just getting him situated in the truck this morning to come to town. And she just immediately was snippy with me and I just don't like her attitude. Like I get it sucks to have to deal with a difficult dog. I have two now. I understand. I live with them every day. But also you're a vet. This is literally your job. You live in a rural town where lots of people have outside dogs that maybe aren't super socialized and don't like to be at the vet. I'm SORRY I can't hold him still. He weighs half what I do and is physically very very strong. If he doesn't want to be cornered by a stranger he isn't gonna let it happen easily.

It's just frustrating being treated like that by the vet. Once we got two other people in the room and body blocked him in the corner it was fine, he didn't even growl. We literally just needed him to stop moving, which he doesn't do ever because he's a bonkers fucking sled dog. She just acts like it's MY fault. I hate the attitude.

The guy vet that sees the cats and sometimes Sprocket is great, he's always very gentle and nice. He's great about Oscar, too, the few times he's seen him. I wish we could just exclusively deal with him.

Also last time lady vet told me Sprocket was fat without even putting hands on her because she "doesn't have a waist" but she very much does, she isn't fat. I can easily feel her ribs just fine. She just has field line labs and I have to assume she doesn't know what show lines are supposed to look like?? Idk, she just rubs me the wrong way almost every time I see her.

There is one other vet in the area, a mobile vet, I keep hearing great things about her and I think I may start going to her, at least for the boys. The cats and Sprocket are fine to see the regular clinic, but Oscar and Rollei might be better off with this other lady. I'll have to try her out next time.

#barkin up some trees #peeved about my vet #like i thought we were pals but the last couple visits shes been back to being mean to me #like im trying my best here lady

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lewisvinga · 5 months

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our baby | oscar piastri x fem! reader

summary; in which a few silly comments from oscar and y/n led to a big misunderstanding for fans

fc; yunjin huh

warnings; none (?)

notes; oscah

masterlist !

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, and 903,067 others!

yourusername: winter photo dump w bae :p

tagged; oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: i hate this.

yourusername: hello????

oscarpiastri: where is my child

oscarpiastri: OUR baby

oscarpiastri: why’d you leave baby angel out 🙁

yourusername; you drama queen, she’s like 8 weeks old she’ll be okay 🙄

username: did oscar say a CHILD??

username; my fave grid couple 🥹🥹

username: oscar’s comment??? uhm is that why y/n wasn’t in the paddock for a bit ….

username: now that’s making sense

username: mother and father ( literally )

username: i’d kill to pull off orange like y/n😩

landonorris: did u trip

yourusername: maybe 🤫

username: I SAW THEM AT ST MORITZ N OSCAR SEEMED TO BE XTRA CAREFUL W HER

username: oh u rich rich

username: maybe it’s bc that’s his gf

username: what if they fr had a baby and that’s just him being careful during her recovery 🤔

username: why would they be in st moritz after just having a baby…

username: 8 weeks = 2 months , no? baby should be fine at home w a babysitter

username: what are yall talking about… liked by yourusername!

liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe, and 912,764 others!

yourusername: how’d osc pull me ?

oscarpiastri: with rizz ( free boba )

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oscarpiastri: wow you are gorgeous.

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oscarpiastri: you look like our daughter in the last picture

yourusername: yeah cos i had her in my womb for 9 months and birthed her 🤰

username: WHAT

username: THEIR COMMENTS?? SHE FR HAD A DAUGHTER??

username: why haven’t they said anything abt their comments…

logansargeant: if i remember correctly there was a lot of stuttering and blushing , not from u tho

yourusername: so true

oscarpiastri: ok come on, it wasn’t that bad

logansargeant: h-h-hey y/n, h-how was y-your day!

yourusername: ya babe you were like that…

oscarpiastri: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

username: everyone talking abt possible oscar piastri jr but im focused on how good she looks 😫😫😫😩😍😍😢😢

username: it’s giving poison ivy🤩

lilymhe: WOWWWWWWW

lilymhe: you’re soooo fine 😍😍 marry me💍

yourusername: anytime bbg👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

oscarpiastri: oh! you can’t , we have a child

lilymhe: i’ll be a stepmother 👩‍🍼👩‍🍼

alex_albon: we have our real children at home ( albon pets 😞 )

yourusername posted to their story!

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yourusername: last photo dump of 2023 ft. our 8 week baby angel 🕊️ yes , she’s our baby daughter 👩‍🍼

tagged; oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: angel is the cutest baby ever despite leaving fur everywhere

yourusername: she’s just a baby!

oscarpiastri: the prettiest girl, can’t believe you’re all mine

yourusername: ur mine 4ever you cant get rid of me or angel 😈😈

oscarpiastri: and i never plan to!

username: IT WAS A CAT ALL ALONG???

yourusername: not just a cat! a ragdoll kitty :p!!

username: oomf on twitter was right abt it being an inside joke 😭😭😭

username: so no baby piastri 2024?

yourusername: she is my baby piastri 😠

username: LMFAOOO IT WAS A CAT???

username: baby piastri being a cat is so on brand for y/n 😭

landonorris: my niece angel 😇 did she enjoy my gift🥰

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Basic Training - Chapter 7

Basic Training Series Masterlist JHFTM Main Masterlist

Word count: 5900

Rating: Mature/Explicit for smut, 18+ only (no minors)

Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “You” (female reader, no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: It’s 1997 and Frankie is 22 years old; older woman/younger man dynamic; former teacher dynamic; kissing; oral sex/F receiving; curse words and vulgar language; 10+ year age gap but everyone is legally an adult; story switches back and forth between Frankie’s POV and Reader’s POV

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You woke Tuesday morning to warm summer sunlight streaming through the curtains and a small, furry paw batting your chin gently. Even Oscar’s slightly rude prodding for breakfast couldn’t wipe the big smile off your face. You shifted the cranky cat off your chest and rolled to the side of the bed where Frankie had lain the night before.

You buried your face in the pillow and tried to catch a whiff of his scent, the Old Spice classic deodorant he favored or maybe his shampoo… but there wasn’t anything there. The lack of sensory proof was disappointing, and then you felt silly. Frankie had been there, really. He had kissed you and talked intimately with you and had fucked up into you with his jaw clenched and his eyes on fire. He had stroked your thigh and touched your face and made you feel like a sex goddess with the way that he gripped your flesh and poured his adoration into you.

You tumbled out of bed and stalked naked to the kitchen, pouring Oscar a generous helping of kibble. He rewarded you by rubbing against your leg before he got down to the business of crunching. You popped one ice cube out of a tray and plunked it into a tall glass before running the cold tap for a minute. You chugged the entire glass in thirty seconds and started toward the bathroom, intent on taking a shower.

Something dark on the floor near the couch caught your eye, and you almost tripped.

Frankie’s hat, forgotten again when he had set it down to kiss you repeatedly on his way out last night. You had walked him to the door, wrapped in your robe and nothing else, and your goodbyes had turned into fifteen minutes of very handsy making out. Your kisses and caresses had been peppered with Frankie’s repeated murmurs of “Okay, I’m really leaving now,” and “I have to go, but before I do,” and “Just one more kiss.” You had finally gotten him out the door with the promise that he could return on Tuesday and pick up where he left off.

Frankie had set his cap down on the arm of the couch, saying that he couldn’t possibly hold it and cup your face with both hands at the same time. And then he had demonstrated with glee that freeing up his hands also meant that he could slip one inside your robe to caress your breast while the other grabbed your ass. Oscar must have knocked it off the arm of the couch to the floor while you were asleep.

Just as you were wondering if you should call Frankie - was it too early to call him? You had just seen him last night. Would he want you to call? Were there ‘rules’ for this kind of thing? - your phone rang. You rushed to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! It’s Monica.” Her voice fought to reach you over the sounds of a loud children’s cartoon in the background. “The kids want to go to the beach for a couple of hours. Are you up for joining us?”

You hesitated, “Oh, um… I was just planning to hang around the house today. I kind of had a late night, and I just woke up.”

Monica pounced. “Oh really? Do tell! Wait, hang on…” You heard her muffle the receiver with her hand and say something to her kids in a firm voice. When she came back on the line the background was quieter.

“Okay, I’m in my room. Spill, woman. What kind of ‘late night’ did you have? It’s almost 10:00, I can’t believe you slept in this late! Must have been a really late night.” Monica sounded almost gleeful.

“I- uh…” you stumbled over your words, completely unsure of how to start. Fortunately, Monica was a pro at interrogation, and drew everything out of you with a series of pointed questions.

“Were you alone?”

“No.”

“How many people were there besides you?”

“One.”

“Did you go out or stay in?”

“In.”

“Girl or guy?”

“Guy.”

“Your place or his?”

“Mine.”

Monica laughed. “Ooh. Was it a date?”

“Kind of?” You hated how unsure your voice felt.

“Who was it? Wait! Don’t tell me, let me guess: Mr. Handsome from your classroom?”

“... Yeah,” you admitted, but weren’t sure why you felt guilty. Just a few minutes ago you had been so happy about Frankie’s presence in your bed.

“Did you get takeout and eat dinner and watch a movie? Did he try anything during the movie? Oh! Did he put his hand on your boob?” Monica sounded like she was feasting vicariously on the idea of a date, any date, that didn’t involve being interrupted by a small human.

“Uh…”

“What is ‘uh’ supposed to mean?” You could hear the question mark forming above Monica’s head.

“No dinner, no movie, and he did put his hands on my boobs - plural.”

“Holy shit did you fuck him?!”

You gulped, and apparently that was all the confirmation Monica needed to chortle down the phone line at you.

“Go you! Holy shit, you move fast! I thought this time yesterday he was just a former student.” Monica teased you gently. “What changed?”

“Um, he left his hat in my classroom.”

“And?”

“And when I called him and he came over to get it, he kind of… kissed me?”

Monica squealed. “Yay! Holy crap, was it good? Is he a good kisser? I bet he’s a good kisser.”

Before you could answer, Monica’s nine-year-old son David bellowed in the background. “Mo-o-o-o-o-ommmmm!! Michael is touching me!”

“Shit, hang on…” Monica muffled the phone again. You heard her use her ‘drill sergeant’ voice, muffled through the line until she removed her hand. “-your brother, or I’ll sell you both to the circus!”

“We don’t have a circus!” yelled Michael, age 11. You laughed.

“We will if you don’t stop touching your brother!”

Monica sighed, “Where were we?”

“Frankie kissed me.”

“Oh yeah!” Her voice brightened considerably. “Was it good? Like in ‘Pretty In Pink’ - did he have ‘strong lips’?”

You laughed, “Yeah, actually, yes. He’s very talented in the kissing department.”

“And other departments, too, I bet. Where did he kiss you?”

You stammered, “Uh… on the mouth…”

Monica giggled. “No, silly, where in your apartment did he kiss you?”

“Oh! In the kitchen, by the pantry. I couldn’t reach the pasta on the top shelf and he, you know, reached up and got it for me. And then he kissed me.”

“I thought you said there was no dinner.”

“There wasn’t... I didn’t get around to making the pasta.”

“Ha!” Monica was back to gleeful. “And then what happened?”

“We talked. He felt bad about kissing me. Really awkward, but we talked about it and I assured him I wasn’t mad or anything. But I also told him I can’t have a long-term relationship with him.”

“What? Why not? He’s yummy,” Monica insisted. “And unless I’m totally missing something, I’m pretty sure he’s into you.”

“Yeah, no, I know. But Monica, he’s young. He’s about to ship off for basic training in a couple of weeks. I can’t expect him to want to maintain a new relationship long-distance. That’s…” you sighed. “That’s too much for him. And for me, too.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so,” Monica sounded sad. “But then he fucked you anyway?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, remembering Frankie’s words on the couch. “He said he would take me for however long he could get me.”

“Oh, shit,” Monica’s voice was soft. “He’s really into you, huh?”

Your smile split into a grin. “Yeah, he is. But listen, don’t breathe a word of this to anybody, okay? I just don’t want it to be weird. I mean, it’s not weird. It’s actually weird how not-weird it is, but-”

“Who would I tell?” Monica laughed. “Everyone I socialize with is under 14 and they don’t care what their boring mom is doing. Not a word will leak from this end. Your secret is safe with me.”

A tiny girl’s voice piped up in the background, “What secret?”

You laughed and Monica groaned, “I gotta go. There’s no privacy here apparently.”

Mia, six years old and Monica’s youngest child, continued the quizzing technique that mimicked her mother’s style. “Mama, what secret? Is it a party? Are we going to McDonald’s?”

You giggled. “Tell Mia I’ll take them all to McDonald’s the next time I come over.”

Monica protested, “Absolutely not! I’ll let you tell them the next time you’re here. If I tell them now they’ll be pestering me about it non-stop.”

“Tell us what, Mama? What’s the secret?”

“We’re going to the beach, and if you’re good I’ll get you ice cream.”

“Yay!” You heard Mia squeal and run out of the room.

“Gotta go, but call me later!” Monica disconnected and you stood smiling at the phone before you put it back on the base. It rang again almost immediately.

You picked it up, expecting Monica. “Hey, what did you forget?”

“My hat, again.” Frankie’s deep voice answered with a laugh. “How did you know it was me?”

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Frankie was amused and a bit befuddled. How had she known he was calling?

He heard her laugh with surprise, and once again he was struck by how good he felt knowing that he was the cause of that sound. That whatever he’d said or done had struck her just right, and that she was laughing because of him, because he had made her happy.

“Frankie, hi! No, I just hung up with Monica, I thought she was calling me back.” Her voice went softer, and Frankie felt a little tingle in his belly. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Frankie infused his words with a warm smile. “Really good, actually. I had a pretty hot date last night.”

“Oh, did you?” she said playfully. “Anyone I know?”

“No, but she was fine,” Frankie teased. “A gorgeous, intelligent, fascinating woman. I thought she was way out of my league but she actually gave me a shot.”

She gasped theatrically. “Really? And then what happened?”

“I went over to her place, put the moves on her, gave her the full Frankie Morales treatment. In the end, she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I’d love to see her again soon.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she’s a real firecracker. If I’m not careful she’s going to completely blow my mind, and then I’ll be no good for helicopter camp.”

She giggled, “Did you just call your Army training ‘helicopter camp’?”

“Yeah, it’s like summer camp, only we don’t make crafts, and hopefully there’s less crying and fewer helicopter crashes.”

She howled with laughter, and Frankie felt his face split into a wide grin. If this was what he got from her with just a few stupid jokes, he would do it for the rest of his life.

She gasped as she settled back down, and Frankie thrilled when she bubbled at him, “You’re too funny! Stop!”

Frankie smiled, “Anyway, I’m hoping my girl won’t miss me too much. Wouldn’t want her to be sad after getting a taste of me. I’m very sweet apparently.”

“That you are,” she giggled again, “My sweet boy,” and it made Frankie feel positively gooey inside. He hoped he wasn’t about to kill her good mood with his next bit of news.

“But listen, I have a problem,” he broached.

“Oh yeah?” She sounded flirty, like she was expecting more innuendo.

“Yeah, unfortunately. My mom left early for work with her car, and then my dad’s truck wouldn’t start, so he decided to borrow mine. I woke up to a note taped to my box of breakfast cereal. So unless you want to come pick me up, I’m kind of stuck here until they get home, sorry.”

“Oh.” She sounded flat. “Do you want me to come get you? Is that…” she searched for a word, “Is that safe? Wouldn’t your parents see my car when I drop you back off tonight?”

“Shit, I didn’t think of that.” Frankie sighed.

“Is it the same address from when you were in school?” she asked. “I pulled your phone number from an old contact sheet when I called about your hat. I know there’s no city bus out that way.”

“Yeah,” Frankie grimaced. “Same old house.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Sorry you can’t get yourself here.”

Frankie opted for hopeful, “Do you want to just wait until tonight? They’ll both be home around 6:00, then I can head over.”

“Yeah, I guess that’ll be okay. We’ll just make do and work with what we have, right?”

“Right.” Frankie pouted. “This sucks. I wanted to see you so bad this morning.”

“Me, too,” she murmured into the phone. The sound of it made Frankie ache.

Her voice brightened. “But hey, when you do get here tonight, I’ll make you that pasta we never got around to making yesterday. Deal?”

“Deal.” Frankie grinned and lowered his voice to a husky growl, “Should I bring dessert, or will you be serving the same sweet thing I ate last night?”

She burst out in a throaty chuckle - a warm, pretty sound that made Frankie’s stomach flip over. He let the waves of it wash over him, reveling in the fact that she was once again laughing for him.

Her laugh bubbled down into a musical sigh, and he could hear her smile through her next words, “Oh, Frankie… What am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you want,” he murmured.

She hummed thoughtfully, “Anything?”

“Anything. I’ve got a little less than three weeks left,” Frankie inhaled deeply and hoped that she would know he meant every word, “...but I’m all yours for the duration. Surprise me.”

“Oh, now there’s an idea.” She sounded brighter. “That I can definitely do for you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” said Frankie. “I’ll see you around 6:30?”

“Yeah, sweet boy. I’ll see you here at my place, 6:30.”

“See you then,” Frankie murmured a goodbye and hung up the phone.

Shit, he thought as he stretched his arms behind his head. Now what?

Frankie toyed with the idea of hitting the shower and rubbing one out, but he decided that he wasn’t particularly horny, so he could wait. Scratch that - he wanted to wait. She had felt amazing last night, so warm and snug around his cock. Even through the barrier of the condom she was the best thing Frankie had ever felt. The next time he came, he wanted it to be with her wrapped around him. And he didn’t want to risk that he wouldn’t be able to come again a second time, even with hours in between. He decided to save himself just for her, for tonight.

After a bowl of cereal and a few phone calls, Frankie lined up plans with his old high school buddy Mark to play video games and shoot some hoops in the park. By 10:30 they were shit-talking on the blacktop and sweating up a storm in the summer heat.

“Oh fuck you,” Mark called as Frankie sunk a basket. “You gotta let me have one, man.”

“Nope, you want a shot, you gotta come and take it,” Frankie shot back.

“That’s what your mom said to me last night,” Mark bragged.

Frankie bounced the ball over to Mark with a grin, “Take your shot, douchebag.”

Mark’s throw hit the center of the basket and raised his fists in a victory gesture. “Boo-yah! That’s how it’s done!”

Frankie grabbed the ball as it rolled back and popped it at Mark’s chest. “At least you play basketball better than you fuck.”

“Oh, what would you know?” Mark grinned as he dribbled the ball lazily, “You haven’t seen a pussy since you came out of one.”

“For your information, I had a wild first date last night.” He waited for Mark to line up at the basket. Just as Mark was about to shoot, Frankie added, “And for once it wasn’t your mom.” Mark fumbled and missed, and Frankie laughed.

“Bullshit,” said Mark as he grabbed the ball and shot it back to Frankie. “What poor, demented girl did you trick into having sex with you?”

“A woman, not a girl.” Frankie grinned. “An older woman.” He took a shot and hit the basket.

Mark gaped at him. “An older woman? So like, what, twenty-five? Twenty-six? It wasn’t Darren’s older sister, was it? He’ll shit a brick.”

Frankie shook his head and laughed. “Definitely not Darren’s sister, and she’s a woman, a very sophisticated, sexy older woman.”

“Well, who is she?” Mark aimed and his shot hit the rim before dribbling back to him.

“Can’t say, won’t say. My lips are sealed.” Frankie smiled, “But trust me, it’s good. She’s… amazing. I’m definitely buying her flowers the next time I see her.”

“Jesus Christ, dude. One date and you’re already pussy-whipped?” Mark shook his head as Frankie lined up his next throw.

Frankie’s shot hit the rim and teetered for a moment before falling in. “You call it ‘pussy-whipped,’ I call it ‘romance,’” Frankie grinned. “We’ll see which one of us has a better summer. Trust me, she knows what she’s doing in bed. She’s better than all of my other girlfriends combined.”

Mark made a motion like he was jerking off. “What other girlfriends? Lefty and Righty?”

Frankie rolled his eyes and popped the ball at Mark. “You’re up, dingus. Let’s finish and go home before I melt out here.”

By 11:30 they were back at Frankie’s house chugging Gatorade and calling for a pizza. Frankie decided to hop into a quick shower while Mark connected his Nintendo 64 console to the living room TV. He emerged from his bedroom, curls damp, and dressed in sweatpants and T-shirt just in time to hear Mark holler, “Hey dude, do you hook this up to AUX or Channel 3?”

“Channel 3, same as always.”

“Bitchin’, I’m going to kick your ass at Mario Kart. I owe you a trouncing from the last time we played during Spring Break.”

Frankie laughed. “Nuh-uh, never gonna happen. I’m gonna enjoy kicking your ass again. I’ll even do it as Princess Peach just to piss you off.”

“Oh fuck you,” Mark grinned. “It’s on.”

Frankie and Mark got through three rounds, ribbing each other non-stop, before they were interrupted by the doorbell and a light knock.

“Pizz-UH!” Mark bellowed.

Frankie laughed and got up from the couch. He grabbed some cash from his wallet to cover the pizza and the tip.

When he opened the door his jaw dropped.

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You smiled at Frankie and peeped over the rim of your sunglasses.

“Hi, Frankie. I’m here for your math tutoring,” you winked.

Frankie’s wide eyes swept your frame, clad in your date-night dress from the grocery store. You watched his eyes trace from the bodice that flattered your bust just the way you liked, to the drape of the fabric over your hips, to the flirty hem and back up. You had gone all-out, even donning the same first-date jewelry and makeup as Saturday night, hoping he would enjoy the surprise.

You took off your sunglasses and dropped your voice to a honeyed, sultry drawl, “We’re going to have to “study” awfully hard today, Frankie. Are you ready for your hands-on training?”

Frankie gulped hard, and you realized that his expression wasn’t surprise mixed with joy, but astonishment and something that looked an awful lot like fear.

“Oh fuck,” Frankie winced, and your stomach trembled just a bit.

You heard the sound of some video game music coming from the living room, and your brain caught up with the realization that there was an extra car parked out front, taking up the space behind Frankie’s dad’s truck in the driveway. You had parked three houses down and around the corner, out of paranoia that someone would see your car and somehow instantly know that you and Frankie were involved. But you hadn’t really looked at the extra vehicle when you walked across the lawn, it had barely registered. And now it seemed like Frankie wasn’t quite as ‘home alone’ as you thought.

Just then a high, falsetto voice called from within the house, “Oh, loverboy! What’s taking you so long?”

Frankie’s face blanched white, and you desperately hoped that you were misreading the situation. But given the terror on his face and the fact that someone else was in the house, there was an instant surge of nausea at the back of your throat. Your limbs felt heavy, and all the air seemed to have been sucked out of your lungs.

You looked at Frankie, suddenly unsure of yourself and your brilliant idea to come over and surprise him. Your brows knit together and you hated how small your voice sounded when you finally unstuck your tongue.

“F-frankie?” You blinked rapidly to clear a few tears that threatened to well up. “Um, what’s going on?”

Frankie clenched his jaw and gave you a tight smile, “Um, that’s Mark. He’s fucking around.”

He called out over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up, man.”

A male voice rang back, “Is it the pizza?”

You exhaled a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding, and Frankie looked at you sheepishly.

“I thought you- pizza- I mean,” he shook his head. “I thought you were the pizza guy.”

You heard the slam of a car door from the street and Frankie looked over your shoulder, relieved. “There’s the pizza.”

A heavy thud of footsteps sounded from inside, and a young man appeared in the front entryway, giving a cheery yell, “Pizza! Finally!”

He stopped when he saw you, a look of recognition and confusion coloring his features. “Hey! What’re you doing here, Miss-”

“Pizza’s here!” Frankie announced loudly, startling you.

“Oh, hi Mark,” you waved lamely at your other former student. “Long time, no see. How’s your mom doing? She still working at the hospital?”

“She’s good, yeah… Uh,” he glanced at Frankie and then back at you, “What’s going on?”

You fumbled, “Um, I-”

“Tutoring,” Frankie interrupted.

Mark’s quizzical frown dissolved into disbelief. “Tutoring? Man, we graduated four years ago. Why the fuck-”

“Got your pizza here,” a deep voice from behind made you jump, and you quickly moved to the side of the front door, blessedly out of Mark’s line of sight - and questions.

You closed your eyes and tried to breathe slowly and bring your heart rate back to normal as Frankie paid for the pizza. When the delivery man left, you looked at Frankie and laughed weakly.

“You’re busy, I should go.”

Frankie shook his head, holding the pizza box in one hand and grabbing yours with his other.

He leaned his face close to yours, “Don’t you dare.”

Frankie led you inside, where Mark still stood in the front entryway.

“Here,” Frankie handed the pizza to Mark. “Why don’t you take that home?”

“Take it home? You’re not gonna eat any-”

Frankie interrupted him. “I’m sorry, dude. I totally forgot I had tutoring today.” He turned to you. “Do you want to go sit in the dining room and I’ll grab my books?”

“Yes! Great idea.” You smiled, “Good to see you again, Mark.”

Mark looked at Frankie with skepticism. “Are you serious? What kind of tutoring could you possibly need?”

“Advanced trigonometry and physics for the flight training exam I have to take next month.”

Frankie clapped Mark on the shoulder, “C’mon, I’ll help you pack up your Nintendo and you can head out. I’m really sorry I gotta bail on you.”

You bit your lip to suppress a smile and walked down the central hallway, past the kitchen, to the dining room at the back of the house. You felt giddy and a little weak from the roller-coaster of the past five minutes: from riding the high of excitement about surprising Frankie to the sickening dip of thinking he had another woman with him, to the sideways whip of seeing Mark and worrying that he would suspect that you and Frankie were up to something.

You sat down at the table and listened to their deep voices rumbling from the living room. A few moments later the front door opened and slammed shut, and you felt instantly relieved.

Frankie appeared in the doorway of the dining room, one broad shoulder propped against the side of the jamb, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you with wide eyes and a gentle smirk.

You felt a giggle of a laugh bubbling up, and when Frankie’s smirk dissolved into a chuckle, you lost it.

You both laughed until you cried.

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Frankie watched her laugh, letting the sick swirl of adrenaline from the near-miss with Mark ebb away. He drank in the sight of her sitting at his dining room table, eyes crinkling with mirth and shoulders shaking as her laughter filled the room. She swiped a tear away from under one eye, and Frankie thought she had never looked so pretty.

She had worn the same dress from the grocery store last Saturday night, and Frankie said a silent prayer thanking whichever prick had given her such a bad first date that she ended up in the produce section that night.

Frankie grinned at her from the doorway, and when the laughter settled, he teased her a bit. “So, math tutoring, huh?”

Her eyebrows flicked up and she shrugged with a soft smile, “You said surprise you.” She bit her lip. “Are you mad?”

Frankie shook his head and walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. He took his time, pressing hard against her mouth with his own, and nuzzling his nose against hers as he bit off kisses until she whimpered with desire.

“Do I seem angry to you?” he murmured.

“No, but I was worried that-”

Frankie stopped her mouth with another kiss. “Then there’s nothing to worry about.”

She smiled and gazed up at him. “So, a good surprise then?”

Frankie smiled. “Great surprise, actually. Were you trying to do the whole ‘math tutoring seduction fantasy’ thing for me?”

She looked a bit embarrassed, “Yeah, kind of cheesy, huh?”

“Very, but I love it.” Frankie grinned seductively, “I actually do have one skill I learned recently that I need you to evaluate, tell me how my progress is coming along.”

She raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

“Oh I can’t tell you,” said Frankie as he kneeled next to her chair. “I have to show you.”

She started to turn toward him and he put his hand on her thigh to stop her. “Stay right there,” he commanded. “Will you keep your legs under the table for me?”

She nodded her assent.

Frankie winked, “And for this demonstration you’ll need to put your hands flat on the tabletop.”

She frowned skeptically at him, but complied, “Okay.”

Frankie ducked his head to crawl under the table and sat back on his heels, centering himself between her knees. He ran his fingers lightly up the backs of her calves, and her legs trembled. He smiled softly. Seeing her affected by him was so addicting, he wanted more of it.

He flexed his fingers to brush against the little dimple behind each knee, and she giggled and shivered. Frankie skimmed his hand up, pulling the fabric of the dress higher to pool over her thighs.

She brought one hand down to pull her dress up and Frankie caught her fingers with his own. He placed a kiss to the back of her hand and heard her exhale a shaky breath.

“Put your hand back up, please?” He murmured. “I got you.”

She let go and her hand disappeared, back on top of the table. Frankie pushed the hem of her dress higher and higher, until he could see the lace of her panties covering her mound. He ran his palms over the tops of her thighs and back down, then gently hooked his fingers behind her knees and pulled her legs wide apart. He placed a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of one thigh.

He heard her inhale sharply, followed by a softly voiced, “Oh,” full of wonder.

Frankie ran his fingers up the outsides of her thighs, reveling in the feel of her soft skin under his touch. When he reached the waistband of her underwear he tugged gently down, and she shifted to hover just off the chair, allowing him to slide them down off her hips. Frankie pulled her panties down her legs at a glacial pace, delighting in the tremble of her legs and the way that goosebumps appeared as the lace and his fingertips skimmed along.

Finally, her panties were off and Frankie could see all of her. He hooked his fingers around the back of her knees again, “Scoot towards me. Lean back,” he told her.

She scooted forward on the chair until she was almost at the edge, and as her back settled against the chair her legs fell open wider. Frankie felt himself getting hard in his sweatpants as more of her gorgeous pussy came into view. He wanted to tease her and make her legs tremble more, bring her to the height of anticipation and arousal.

He started low, teasing her with gentle strokes of his fingers around her ankles and slowly up the backs of her calves. Frankie saw her hips roll and he heard her hum with anticipation. He placed a soft, warm kiss to the inside of one knee, and she shivered for him again.

Frankie grinned and dragged his fingers higher, skimming the outsides of her knees with a grazing touch. He kissed the inside of her other thigh, reveling in the way that her legs shifted open just another inch. He felt his cock pulse at the sight of her glistening lips, and the way that her warm, unique scent enveloped him as she got more aroused.

He ran both hands up the outsides of her thighs to the junction of her hips and then dragged them slowly back down, flexing his fingers so that his nails just skimmed along. Above the table, she moaned for him, and Frankie felt an overwhelming sense of gratification at the realization that he could do all of this for her, make her tense and relax by turns, make her as turned-on as she made him.

He shifted forward and laid his tongue to the inside of her knee, letting the heat of it linger in the wake of the goosebumps that had risen. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his tongue and kissed her softly. He did the same to the inside of her other knee, and she tensed, her legs threatening to close as she moaned again.

Frankie kept his hands moving, back up the tops of her thighs this time, tracing a path to the junction of her hips once again. He paused there to press his fingertips in just a bit, watching her jump at the ticklish sensation before he released his fingers and skimmed them back down over her knees.

When he made his third pass up her legs, Frankie chose the route along her inner thighs. He pressed his fingers more firmly than he had on the other two passes, and went even slower. He heard her sigh raggedly, and then her hands came down. One gripped the seat of the chair and the other grasped at the fabric of her skirt.

Frankie froze, and he saw the moment she realized and let go, untwisting her fingers from the rumpled fabric of her dress and lifting them back up to rest on the tabletop. He grinned to himself and rewarded her with another hot, wet kiss to her inner thigh. He decided to tease her one final bit before he dove in, and he skimmed his lips higher and higher up her thigh in the wake of his fingers.

She shivered and her legs trembled as his fingers reached her outer lips. Frankie ghosted his fingers up and down her pussy, and he was rewarded with another deep moan and a sigh. Even better was the sight of her practically leaking onto the vinyl seat of the dining room chair. Frankie’s erection protested against the confines of his sweatpants. He stifled a groan as he leaned forward and his sensitive tip rubbed against the fabric.

Frankie stuck his tongue out and ran it lightly over her lips, up her seam to her clit. She made a strangled noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and Frankie felt flush with pride. He still couldn’t believe she was his, that she was here with him, and that he could make her make those noises. Frankie thought back to one former girlfriend who had always told him that he was a great kisser; he was amused to realize that he should have been using his talents all this time to simply make out with a girl’s pussy instead of treating oral like it was a separate skill, like it was something different that he needed to learn anew.

He dove in eagerly, using his fingers to pull her open gently as he wrapped his lips around the hard bud of her clit. She cried out and slammed one hand on the tabletop as he licked and probed her most intimate places with his tongue, reveling in the way her wetness ran down his chin. He wrapped his fingers around her hips and pressed his face harder against her core as she began to tremble and thrash. She moaned and bucked under his lips, and Frankie used her movements to his advantage, following her with his mouth and keeping his iron grip on her hips.

He licked down and stuck his tongue inside of her as far as it would go, and released one hand from her hip so that he could press and manipulate her clit with his thumb. He heard her gasp as her legs tried to close, and he used his other hand to hold one knee open.

She tensed up, sitting up a little straighter on the chair before she fell apart in his mouth, clenching around his tongue and crying out a nonsensical string of, “Fuck… Frankie, oh god… oh fuck!”

Frankie withdrew his tongue and licked her slowly up and down as she climaxed. He pressed one finger inside to feel the last of her throbbing pulses as she came down. He kissed her thigh again as he rubbed her walls slowly, pressing her clit with his thumb gently. When her hand came down to pat his wrist, a signal to let go, he withdrew.

He wiped his mouth with a cupped hand and emerged from under the table to find her limp, slumped back in the chair with a gorgeous, soft smile on her face. She met his eyes and sighed, shaking her head in wonderment.

“Frankie- you-” she gulped. “That was amazing.”

He grinned at her. “Getting better?”

She laughed, “Yeah, your skills are definitely improving.”

Frankie smiled and helped pull her up to stand in front of him, wrapping her in an embrace and kissing her deeply. She tangled her tongue with his and hummed with satisfaction.

Frankie broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, suffused with warmth and happiness that she was his, even for just a few weeks.

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First Friday fic night is here again!

For a refresher you can see what this is about here. Last month was Snow White With the Red Hair .

In last month's poll you degenerates voted for Real Slow Burn - 100k words or more. I should've known. Since we are focused on fic type we are going to hit a few different fandoms.

Voting for next month's topic at the end!

I had a couple of requirements for myself when choosing fics this month otherwise I wouldn't have known where to start and the list would be too long. It's already really long tbh.

The 100K word count had to be for the single fic - not for a series.

The wordcount had to actually be above 100k. No cheating with those 98K fics.

The ship had to be a main part of the story, not an afterthought.

No more than two fics per fandom.

I have to have read it more than once. <- I'm aware of what this says about me. I'm the degenerate actually.

If you've read some of the fics I've posted previously you might have picked up on the very specific vibe in most of what I recommend. Yes, I am just now realizing it and no I don't want to talk about it. Yes maybe a hug wouldn't hurt. We actually have a few that won't leave you emotionally damaged this month!

I thought I'd start with some fandoms we haven't hit yet. As always mind the tags. There is definitely smut.

My Hero Academia

Pairing: Todoroki/Bakugou I'll admit, I was unsure whether to include any MHA since the fandom can be A. Lot. especially when ships are involved. That said, I live in my own little corner of the internet and there are some phenomenal writers hidden away if you go look for it.

The lights are all out (its a big big city), by shaekspeares

"Izuku leaves for America for six months; Shouto fights his way into the Top 5 Hero Rank, takes out Godzilla, reconnects with a criminal, adopts a cat, and has several belated emotional crises (not necessarily in that order). He might also be in love with Bakugou, but that's another problem altogether.

Izuku probably shouldn't leave him to his own devices anymore."

I enjoy everything shaekspeares writes in the fandom. Their prose is beautiful and their work feels fully rested within the universe while telling compelling and emotional stories.

Candy Canes and Christmas Crackers, by bigdorkenergy

“So….your huge family somehow all think that you have a long term boyfriend and are insisting that you bring him to your week long Christmas family reunion?” Despite his efforts the end of his question raised in pitch as Kirishma swallowed down a giggle.

“How does that even happen?” Kaminari added popping some of the hashbrowns Bakugou made into his mouth.

OR your classic holiday romcom where Bakugou needs a fake boyfriend to bring home for Christmas and Todoroki is willing to take that bullet."

I'm not big on Christmas fics. Not for any particular reason I don't think? But, I am a big sucker for fake dating fics. This is adorable and so pure as these two do the whole friends to lovers thing.

Okay. Are you ready for this?

BBC Sherlock

(I know, right?? What is this 2012??)

Pairing: Sherlock/Watson

Performance In a Leading Role, by Mad_Lori

"Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?"

I know I've said this a few times, but I don't read a lot of true AUs but of course there are always exceptions. This is done so well that I don't think you have to be in the fandom or know anything about the characters at all and you would still enjoy it. The slow build from distain to love is really well done.

Community

Paring: Annie/Jeff (don't @me) I know Community isn't everyone's thing but there is some great fic out there just sayin'

It's Always Open Season on Princesses, Elsiesnuffin

"Annie is given the opportunity to do some travelling over the summer after her second year at Greendale."

This is very Roman Holiday-esque. It's a fun romp through Italy while Jeff figures his shit out. Jeff figuring his shit out is my bias. Also, is that a fanfiction.net link I see? 👀

Attack on Titan

pairing: Erwin/Levi

Small Mercies, by Calacreda

"Levi misses Erwin in the margin between sleeping and waking. He thinks about Erwin when he steps out of a hot bath into cold air. He imagines Erwin’s new life, his new vocation, his new family, when the seasons change, or when he blows the candles out, or now, as the sun sets. The only space he does so is a space of a threshold. It does not feel good or bad. It does not feel happy or sad. Levi realises now, however, that this is not the same as it feeling nothing."

Six years after the War ends and they part ways, Levi finds himself at Erwin's door again."

I cannot express how beautiful this is. I've read it so many times and I still cry each time. Levi feels so raw and real as someone who has never really known family and doesn't have the words to put to what he wants and how he feels.

Tiny Anthem, by onthearrow

"Levi swore to Erwin he would kill the Beast Titan. But how can he follow such an order when it's Erwin himself he pulls from its nape?"

Okay, imagine that you have spent years recovering from the grief of losing someone you loved, healing from a toxic relationship, learning to be comfortable in your skin, taking on a role you never asked for and fighting to create a space for yourself in the world. Got it? Now imagine the person you were grieving turns out to not be dead. And also, they don't know who you are. Oh and they have been brainwashed by the enemy. That feels good, right?

I am embarrassed by how many times I've read this. Every time a new chapter came out I would start from the beginning again. I finally promised myself 5 chapters ago that I wasn't allowed to start all over from the beginning until the final chapter comes out. It should be soooon.

Teen Wolf

pairing: Stiles/Derek

Home, by TheTypeWriterGirl

"January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?"

Here is the thing. Not only is this fantastic, but the companion piece that is about Derek and Stiles' parents is also good. I didn't think I'd be able to read a fic about parents who are almost non-existent in the show without the characters from the show in it. I did here and I couldn't put it down.

The Hollow Moon, by thepsychicclam

"It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people."

I know this makes me awful but I'm a sucker for post Nogitsune Stiles. Nightmares? Yes. Disassociation from reality? Bring it. Add in a dash of Derek recognizing what he's going through and I'm there.

There are two fandoms missing that I would have loved to include however:

Snow White With the Red Hair: There are only 2 100+ Obiyuki fics on AO3 so they didn't feel in the spirit of this month's recommendations.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Let's be real most of what I have bookmarked is just straight up porn and not terribly long. That said, there is one really good story that I love but when I went back and looked at the word count turns out it is only like 50K words?

Tell me how much you like them on a scale of Abba to shoulder cat!

Do you like looking at fics by themes or do you prefer by fandom? Let me know.

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