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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 4 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 95

Part 1 Part 94

There’s something wrong with Steve. His head’s full of cotton, and he feels like if he tries to lift it, it’ll be so weighed down his neck will snap. His hand weighs a lot too, fingers zinging error messages into his brain as they twitch.

Even his skin’s tight, like all his insides have grown and they’re putting pressure on his outsides until he’s fit to burst.

Opening his eyes feels like a momentous task, but he hears voices, and there’s something rough and warm clasping his hand. It’s been dark and cold for so long.

Steve opens his eyes.

The light is muted, but it’s enough that he can see the hand holding his own. He’d know those callouses anywhere. Those bitten nails. Those rings.

“You’re not Wayne,” he mutters, voice coming out choking and raspy, like he’s recovering from a cold.

He shudders, remembering the smoke and the choking. The voices cut out, a hush falling over the room aside from an annoying beeping noise Steve knows all too well. The scratchy sheets and cardboard mattress he knows with even more familiarity.

“I’m right here, son,” Wayne murmurs gruffly, from Steve’s other side.

Eddie gasps, theatrical even in a moment like this. “You want Wayne instead of me?” Steve grunts his affirmation, too tired to try nodding his head. “Why?”

“It’s tradition.”

Uncle Wayne huffs, but reaches for his other hand, holding it firmly. Wayne’s always holding his hand in hospital rooms. Steve hopes he can keep this.

He shifts his head, even that small moment making the edges of his eyes fizz and spark, but he wants to see Eddie. Needs to.

His eyes are wide and scared, dark shadows beneath them hollowing him out. There’s a cut along his forehead and another on his swollen nose, two black eyes swelling them. His eyebrows are raised, like he needs his eyes as clear as possible to be able to meet Steve’s gaze.

Steve tries to reach his hand out toward Eddie’s ruined face, but Eddie’s holding on too tight, so his fingers just futilely twitch against their constraints. “What happened?”

Eddie sobs, tears pouring down his cheeks as he drops Steve’s hand to lunge forward and bury his face in Steve’s neck, arms holding onto his torso hard enough to hurt.

Steve reaches his hand up, using all his strength to bury it into the loose hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck. It’s greasy and tangled, but Steve still winds his fingers in, rubbing listlessly against Eddie’s scalp as he sobs.

Eddie’s seat is quickly snatched up by Will. “What happened?” Steve asks again, hoping someone will respond. Will doesn’t open his mouth. He’s squinting at Steve like he’s looking for answers when Steve doesn’t even know the questions.

Steve shrinks back, but he doesn’t make it far with Eddie’s weight pinning him down, and his muscles still unresponsive.

Will’s gaze softens when he sees the twitch, and he nods, an affirmative response to the question Steve still doesn’t know.

Will pulls on their connection gently. It feels like his hands are reaching past Steve’s skin and lighting up his heart. Steve pulls right back, hoping it feels as comforting as it does for Steve.

Will’s eyes shine, but he’s smiling all wobbly and warm in Steve’s direction. “It wasn’t you.”

Steve’s fingers curl tighter into Eddie’s skull, the hairs on his arms standing on end. “What wasn’t?”

Will doesn’t answer, but he stands up, shuffling forward until his knees hit the edge of Steve’s bed. He’s looking down at Steve now, tears streaming.

“Will?” Ms. Byers calls, drawing Steve’s attention for the first time to her presence in the room. Steve can’t turn his head enough to catch her eye, but there’s something hard and warning in her voice.

“It wasn’t him,” Will reiterates, lifting his gaze to look over at her. The new angle bares his throat. Steve’s breath catches painfully, lungs seizing when he sees the bruising around Will’s windpipe.

They’re a deep purple and span the width of his throat – long reaching bruises like someone’s fingers had been around his throat.

“What wasn’t me?” Steve asks, but he already knows. He can feel it in the whirls on his fingertips.

Will looks back down at him, biting his lip before crawling atop the bed beside Eddie, pushing his face into Steve’s ribs. Steve shakes his hand free of Wayne’s, wrapping it around Will’s back gently.

He only ever wanted to be gentle with Will.

It takes monumental effort to turn his head enough to see Ms. Byers, and Eddie’s jostled in the process, but he has to see. He has to know.

Her eyes are hard and probing when they meet his. Just like Will’s had been. Like she’s trying to burrow straight into his brain and root around until she finds his culpability.

Ms. Byers has always been a soft touch with the ones she loves. It’s not a surprise when her eyes soften, and she reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. She leans in to kiss his forehead.

It’s overwhelming being covered with so many bodies. But it’s warm. Steve wants to suffocate in it.

But there’s still a black hole in his brain where his memories should be; part of him is curled up small in his closet, waiting for his Mom to come back from her trip.

So, when Ms. Byers leans back, settling into her chair, he turns to Wayne.

Uncle Wayne the honest. The forthright. The dependable. “What happened?”

Wayne looks sad, but he doesn’t hesitate to speak. “It weren’t you,” he starts, raising his hand when Steve opens his mouth to protest. “But that thing that was inside ya did some damage.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Wayne’s hands are big and loose on the dirty knees of his work jeans.

“What did I do?” Steve asks again. Eddie clutches Steve tighter, snuffling as Steve pats his head.

Wayne grimaces, like he wants to protest but he doesn’t. Steve’s glad. He explains Steve disappearing into himself, the men with their guns he helped bury beneath the earth.

Their desperate attempts to bring Steve back. He remembers some of it in flickers, like a home movie of someone else’s life that’s been partially recorded over. A palimpsest. A wound.

Will’s voice reverberating through the darkness with a reverent “save you.” Wayne’s quiet, “my boy.” Eddie’s warbling, “loved you.”

The heat of skin.

A girl.

He doesn’t remember the death, or the shouting, or the pain. Like he’d hidden himself so well that only the light could get in past all that darkness.

Something in him breaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says, unsure of who he’s talking to. Will? Eddie? The people in this room? All those dead strangers? “I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t you,” Will says again, tucking himself further into Steve’s chest.

He should push Will and Eddie away. He’s a ticking time bomb, a magnet for all their unfortunes. He’ll drag them both down with him.

But he’s always been weak. He pulls them in, burying his nose in Eddie’s hair and hunkering down.

Eddie starts it. He tugs on his connection to Steve. Steve tugs back, then pulls on Will until they’re all in a constant feedback loop Steve swears he can feel in his heart.

People are dead at his feet. But it’s warm, here in this room with the people he loves best.

He relaxes into the uncomfortable hospital bed, brain fuzzy, skin warm as he falls to sleep, with dreams full of light.

And warmth.

Part 96

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sailtomarina · 7 months

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I don't like it

Hermione could feel the burn of his stare in her back from the moment she’d sat down. How that could be true despite several rows of students between them as they all practiced their tortoise to trumpet transfiguration, she wasn’t sure, but the ever-pressing stare was there in between her shoulder blades like a hot knife sliding into the slotted space.

She refused to turn around and meet the steely-eyed gaze with her own. She focused entirely on her tortoise as it happily munched on a strawberry. She beamed with pride as Headmistress McGonagall praised her silver trumpet in front of the rest of the class. She even managed a few toots on the mouthpiece for good measure.

“Please bring your work to the front of the class. Three rolls of parchment discussing the theory and application of this spell are due next week, including special emphasis on your own work today as an example. Make sure to evaluate every angle of the process that resulted in your final product.”

As Hermione dropped off her instrument and turned to gather her belongings, she finally crossed paths with Malfoy as he walked up with his own silver trumpet in hand. Of the entire class, theirs were the only ones matching in color and quality, the rest being variations of gold, bronze, and tortoise-shell.

She couldn’t help the slight rise in her brows, and his lip twisted up in acknowledgement.

“Meet me after class,” he muttered in a voice just low enough for only her to hear as they brushed by one another.

The fluttering in her stomach turned into outright flips as she struggled to keep her composure.

This was new.

She lingered as she stacked her books and carefully slipped her quill and ink jar into her stationary pouch. Each move was painstakingly slow as she waited for the classroom to empty.

“Good show today, Ms Granger,” Headmistress McGonagall said fondly as she, too, walked out, a trail of trumpets floating in her wake.

By the time Hermione flipped her bag strap onto her shoulder and turned to follow, only her and Malfoy remained. He looked to have been ready for a while, sitting as he was on top of his desk and flipping his wand in lazy twirls.

The eyes of the two golden cat statues flanking the doorway seemed to watch as she approached him one step at a time, silent as she’d learned to be when on the run. Despite her efforts, her breathing sounded heavy in her own ears. Desperate.

She didn’t stop until her hands brushed his hip. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath—pine, woodsmoke, a hint of fog.

She let it all out as a touch, almost too light to be felt, traced her jawline to her lips.

Her eyes opened to find him directly facing her and coming in closer.

She could step away. She could stop him with a hand to his firm chest.

She could…let him.

His lips brushed softly against hers, as tentative as his fingertips had just been, but then pressed more insistently when she fisted his sweater. Their heads tilted and mouths slanted against one another, finding purchase and drinking each other in with gasps and a sliding of tongues.

The flipping in her stomach had stilled, and now Hermione simply felt warm, as if she’d been floating aimless and finally touched down onto the earth, only Malfoy was her landing pad. He grounded her in a way she’d never expected, but now craved with a voracity that left her twisting in her sheets at night.

He broke their kiss with a hand clenching the curls at the base of her neck, twisting just so until she panted up at him, her dark eyes wide in anticipation.

“I don’t like it, Granger,” he muttered, eyes roaming her face, an indecipherable expression contorting his features.

The fluttering was back, nervousness clawing her insides. “You don’t like what?”

“Waiting.”

This time it was her turn to blanche as she tried to pull away. His fist tightened, and she grunted at the force keeping her in place.

“What do you want to change, then?” she forced out behind gritted teeth.

Please, please don’t say you want to end whatever the hell this is.

Silence filled the space between them as his brow furrowed and his pretty pink lips parted.

She readied herself with bated breath for his ultimatum. This little thing of theirs had started suddenly without any premeditation on her part. One moment, they’d been yelling at each other in a deserted corridor, and the next they’d been entwined, snogging and rutting like animals in heat. He’d brought her to orgasm pinned against the stone wall, then left her alone to smooth down her skirt and catch her breath.

She thought it had been a one off.

Then it happened again, and again.

Before she knew it, they were sneaking off a few times a week. Always in secret. Never in sight of others. In public, they acted like they always had—sniping at one another every chance they could, unless they were ignoring one another.

Hermione slept better at night than she had in the months leading up to their return to Hogwarts. Her nightmares were mostly gone unless something triggered their return. She knew he felt the same, if the disappearance of the circles underneath his eyes was any indication.

She didn’t want to stop meeting him.

“I want more.” He basically snarled the words into her face, eyes flashing. He maintained his grip on her hair, but the other hand came around to roughly grip her hip and pull her up against him.

“So you want to fuck? Is that it?”

They hadn’t actually gone that far…yet. They always stopped just short, and she’d been fine with that until today.

At her words, his hold loosened and he simply held her in place with his palms open against her. The scowl disappeared, and the lines wrinkling his brow smoothed out.

“That’s not what I mean.”

She could almost throw up with how forcefully her innards twisted in on themselves. Was it terror or hope tossing her into disarray like this?

“Then what do you mean?” she asked.

“When I said ‘I don’t like it’, I was referring to the way you and I sneak around. It was exciting at first, but I’m over keeping how I feel about you a secret. I want to touch you like this wherever and whenever I please.”

Hope, it was definitely hope filling her to the brim, with perhaps a thin layer of fear.

“Does that include your house mates?” He shrugged at her question. “What about your parents?”

The hand at her hip moved up and he cupped her face gently in both hands, bringing his forehead down to press against her own.

“As far as I’m concerned, they no longer have a say in what I do or don’t do. Not after everything. Not ever in regards to you.”

She didn’t resist when he kissed her so sweetly that she felt tears welling up beneath her lids. She allowed herself to be wrapped up into his arms, clutching the soft wool of his sweater and not wanting to ever let go.

She thanked the stars above for whoever it was that had decided to send them all back for a final school year. It had seemed pointless, at first, someone’s optimistic attempt at rewinding time and expecting the pieces to fall into place. It hadn’t at all been peaceful at the start.

She wasn’t sure when it started, but as the structured days passed—filled with classes, coursework, individual and group therapy sessions, and encouraged co-mingling of houses—that optimistic attempt became reality. People exploded, yes, like she had with Malfoy, but they seemed better for it afterward.

If she had refused the mandate, had accepted the Ministry’s offer to begin work and ventured out on her own, then she very likely would still be alone.

Instead, she was here with Draco Malfoy, and she wanted to stay that way.

“Okay.”

WC 1352

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

Cross posted on Tumblr and AO3

It’s been a bit since my last update, and when I mean a bit, it’s been maybe just once this week? I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with a few fest projects I picked up this season and am still working on, which resulted in a drop off of daily exercises like this one. I hope you like it!

#dramione #dramione prompt #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #hermione granger #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x hermione granger

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black-is-iconic · 9 months

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Lime Light

The smell of sex and the taste of sin was intoxicating as your bodies rolled beneath the sheets in a frenetic passion that had become almost feral in nature. His hands desperately grasped your slick hips while his mouth explored every inch of you with his tongue. You moaned with pleasure as he kissed your body hungrily, and he greedily ate up each sound of your desire.

Your fingers clawed at him as his eyes never left your face. You bit your lip to hold back another moan as you writhed atop him taking his monster cock that just kept rutting deeper and deeper into your delicious sopping wet pussy. His lips were rough against yours as they continued kissing, but you still loved it, despite it's abrasiveness you were melting under his touch and he was devouring you like a starved man.

You wanted nothing more than to be consumed in the flames that was Kyojuro Rengoku, his fingers worked your clit with such fervor that you cried out loud. Your thighs were shaking and clenching against his as he pushed you closer to you're fifth orgasm of the night. Your body was so sensitive you could feel every drop of cum leaking out of your cunt in time with his thrusting hips.

He seemed to revel in it's presence as well because every time you climaxed, his hand would tighten around your ass and drive harder into your sweet opening. You're poor neighbors would certainly have something to say tomorrow, but it's not everyday you get to bring home one of Japan's top actors and male models sensing your waning attention Kyojuro's brows furrowed and he grabbed the flesh of your hips and thrust into you with such fervor that black dots danced on the edge of your vision and your toes curled in ecstasy.

Forcefully grasping your chin in his fingertips he angled your face so you could see his beautiful orange eyes boring deep into your soul, "I want your mind on me and only me right now understand?" He asked in a whisper. You shook your head violently unable to form words as your pussy contracted in response to his demands and he groaned in response lifting your leg over his shoulder and pulling you close to him.

“Good girl. Come for me…again.”He growled, His hard dick throbbing and pumping erratically inside you as you screamed his name and wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in even closer as if his very presence is your salvation. He chanted your name like a prayer as the intensity of your orgasms built to the peak and you climaxed with a scream.

A small tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you watched Kyojuro come undone with a roar, his arms wrapping around your trembling frame as he panted into your hair with an intensity that rivaled your own.

For a moment you both just sat there breathing he then let out a tired exhale, "t-that felt good" he murmured against your skin as you fought off sleep only managing a soft "mmph" before your lips parted in a yawn. He Pulled you closer to his chest, arms gently slipping up and down your back as he brushed a lock of your hair away from your eyes. "Do you Mind If I spend the night Ms. Y/N It's a bit late and it would be a hassle to phone home" he said with a sheepish laugh, "of course" the words spilled from your lips faster than you realized as you smiled lazily up at him,"if you'd like to" you added, "I mean that is if you want." You stuttered out awkwardly, blushing furiously as he chuckled and leaned forward pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead

the morning came quicker than you liked and you woke up to a tiddy room, breakfast prepared and presented on a platter for you. You stared forlornly at the plate for a few minutes turning to look at the empty beds pace next to you…of course he was gone. He's a busy man, and a star why would he stay with someone like you? With a little sad sigh you heave yourself from bed, getting ready for a long day of ass kissing and coffee runs at the office.

As you sat in front of the mirror smoothing down your edges with jam and slicking back your afro curls you suddenly realized that today was going to be quite eventful. With names like Yoriichi and Michikatsu Tsugikuni coming in for photoshoots and meetings to discuss new designs for their upcoming line of suits, coats, and colognes gently slapping your cheeks you mentally prepared yourself for shit show that would be your day, wolfing down your breakfast (which was delicious) you snatched your keys from the bowl and walked out to your silver Toyota hoping inside an letting out a slight groan as your phone blew up with different people texting you their ridiculously long coffee orders as you started the car and backed out of your driveway.

As you drove towards the local coffee bean (which everyone preferred even if it was thirty minutes away from the jobsite) traffic began to pile up and you sighed heavily allowing your head to rest on the steering wheel for a second as you side eyed your phone lit up with two new notifications from your best friend Desiree and your lips quirked up in a slight smirk as you quickly read one of the text Desiree: Bitch I heard your loud ass last night from all the way down the hall you got dicked DOWN, I expect the juicy dets when you get here, oh and btw Suimire is back at it again with her better than though shit…be prepared

a soft scowl falls from your lips at the thought of having to deal with the wannabe model. But that was a thought for later, as you walked into the cozy little coffee shop a warm smile touched your lips as walked up to the counter and was greeted by a heavily pregnant Miako "aww good morning miss Y/N" she greeted as her frail hands trembled along the cart loaded with different drinks "I already told you it's just Y/N we're friends no need to be so formal and you should really hire someone else " you chastised taking the cart from her hand dishing out the orders like to the patrons you grew to know and love. "Ahh you're an angel Y/N those heathanous rats at the modeling company don't deserve someone as sweet as you" she sang gently patting your cheek with her soft hand, "I pray every day you'll get a real job" she said with a heavy sigh as she rolls out your order "It pays the bills, and besides if I got a real job who would take care of you" you teased picking up you're order and nudging her with your elbow "I'm a grown woman I can take care of myself" she protested brushing back a lock of brown hair behind her ear.

As you safely secured the drinks in your personally bought bag before walking back inside and fishing in your pocket to pull out a envelope of money, you placed it in her hand and she sighed as tears rimmed her eyes "I-I can't keep taking this you should keep the money for yourself" she tried to argue but you already turned for the door. "I told you already, you're practically family, which means your problems are my problems and there's no way in hell I'm letting some greedy pig push you out of this space you worked too hard", Miako took a deep breath wiping tears from her eyes "bless your soul" Miako murmured as you hoped back in your car and drove off to the agency.

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you clamber out the car, balancing coffee, and a few baked goods opening the door with your keycard in your teeth. The moment you walked through the glass doors you felt it, the energy in the room was charged and filled with frantic panic as people rushed about with their head in papers and phones constantly pressed to their ears.

You looked around the room searching for the source of all the commotion, as irritated office workers plucked cups from your little coffee tower making you have to pause and rebalance everything , "Y/N L/N you're late where's my coffee and where's that goddamn folder for the October magazine covers get on it I don't pay you to stand around" he snapped and you gave a tight lipped smile and nodded, setting the tray down and walking to your little cubicle.

"God I hate my job" you muttered under your breath, "don't we all" Desiree asked popping her head over the divider and smiling down at you "what do you want Desiree, if you haven't notice mister Hakuma seems to have a stick up his ass today and he already doesn't like me" you seethed shuffling through files and searching for the folder "so Someone finally put that bitch Suimirie in her place, buuuut that means the female model who was supposed to take photos with Tsugikuni twins is out and their making calls around but all but nobody else is open on such short notice" . That halted your actions "w-what seriously?"

Desiree shook her head and her brown locks danced along her shoulders "the Tsugikuni twins are thinking about pulling out of the shoot for today mister Hakuma reaaally fumbled the bag this time" she said with a snort, damn you thought to yourself "Y/N where's my coffee?"

Someone called as you allowed your head to hit the desk a little bit "up your as-" Desiree started but you covered her mouth "coming" you called in a fake cheery tone as you grabbed the coffee cup marked asshole (wiping off the name) and rushing over towards Dylan.

Only you weren't really paying attention tp where you were going suddenly you were crashing into a broad chest and spilling coffee on the stark white shirt…of none other than Yoriichi Tsugikuni Fuuuuuck….."I-I'm so sorry" you rambled jumping to your feet and trying to brush the cream and cinnamon from his shirt but he just smiled at you "it's quite alright accidents happen" he said pulling a napkin from his pocket and wiping at the stain on his shirt, he was breath takingly beautiful with his dark crimson eyes and burgundy layered hair spilling down his back like a spikey waterfall.

You were speechless. He looked up as he saw your staring and smiled lightly "whatever was in that cup smells delicious I'll have to try it sometime maybe just not on my shirt next time" he said with a light chuckle, you laughed awkwardly as a cold sweat slipped down your back and only now did you the room had gone completely quiet as all eyes watched you so casually talk to one of Japans top models as if you hadn't just ruined his pricey shirt.

You tried to back up but you bumped into another firm chest, twice in one day as you looked up you saw an almost Identical man peering down at you, only his eyes were much less warm and more cold than the first your mouth opened and closed but nothing came out and then suddenly he was gripping your jaw and examining you. "She'll do lets get this stupid shoot over with", "huh?"

Was all you managed before you were pushed forward by an onslaught of eager to please employees and sat in a chair and assaulted from all angles with make up brushes and tools……ehhhhh?

#kny x reader #various x reader #rengoku x reader #black reader #smut

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lorna-d-m · 8 months

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Chapter Six: Communication

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!OC (Alice Greene)

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a workaholic. Between teaching university courses, running the Kreizler Institute, and minding Stevie -his ward-, he does not have time for relationships. That is until he meets Ms. Greene, Stevie's English teacher, at open house. Can he open his heart to the possibility of love?

Word Count: 4,060

W: mentions of bullying/hazing, sexually suggestive content

A/N: I have been enduring unending struggle after struggle this semester, so I'm sorry this took a while.

previous chapter

Golden light filtered through Laszlo’s office window. One of Rachmaninov’s symphonies played softly over his computer speaker, and he graded student essays with a fine-tipped red pen. A soft knock on the door broke him from his focus which he did not mind given the poor quality of the writing. Alice stood in the doorway, two coffees in hand, and a smile a mile wide.

“What a surprise.” He pushed the stack of papers away and leaned back in his chair.

She shut the heavy door. Her hips shimmied in a way Laszlo knew was meant to entice him. It worked. “I thought you could use a little afternoon pick-me-up.”

“From you? Always.”

Alice handed Laszlo his coffee, no cream or sugar, and sat on his desk. She crossed her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs, and took a sip from her drink. Laszlo looked up at her, admiring everything he saw, and set his coffee to the side. He didn’t need it when he had her.

His hand ran along her calf prompting her to re-cross her legs. Laszlo’s eyes flicked back and forth, torn between the mischievous glint in her eye and her plush thighs. Alice leaned down, her chest eye level with him, and cupped one of his cheeks with her hand. Her fingers played with his beard, and he nuzzled into her touch. He took a deep breath smelling her floral perfume, his forgotten coffee, and the old books in his office. Divine.

She kissed his forehead, and then she leaned back on the old oak desk. Entranced, Laszlo stood. He was a sunflower yearning for the sun. She spread her legs, and he stood between her thighs clasping her waist. Standing, he was a touch taller than her, changing the angle between them. He kissed her, tasting the cinnamon sweetness on her tongue, and searching for more.

“Oh, Laszlo,” she pulled away from his kiss, but her hand laid on his chest over his heart. “Are you sure? Anyone could come into your office, and I would hate for us to be interrupted.” Alice played coy, but Laszlo knew better. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Darling, you’ll be the only one coming in my office today. I promise.”

Laszlo pushed down the turtleneck of her sweater and kissed her neck. Impulsively, he wanted to leave a mark she would need to hide with another sweater. He cupped her breast, feeling the faint outline of lace under the knit, and he tugged on her sweater. It came loose from being tucked into her skirt, and he moved his hand under it. His thumb grazed the delicate lace, and he let out an appreciative chuckle.

“Please, Laszlo” she whispered in his ear, “more.”

He clicked his tongue. “Greedy girl, aren’t you? Patience, and I will give you more.” Laszlo sank to his knees, and he guided her glorious thighs over his shoulders. He tugged at her lace underwear, and he wondered if it matched her bra. Alice giggled above him and wove her fingers into his hair, pulling him ever closer, not that he needed any encouragement. He lazily kissed each of her thighs, intent on leaving marks there too—

Laszlo woke with a start. Sweat clung to his flushed skin and shirt despite the late fall chill in his room. He was sticky with precome and tangled in the sheets. Laszlo groaned and ran a hand through his bedraggled hair. He didn’t need a doctorate in psychology to know the meaning of a sex dream.

A cool breeze blew the long linen curtains, and a pale morning light filled the room. Glancing at his alarm clock, because he preferred the old-fashioned alarm clock to his phone, he knew he had a few minutes. For a moment, he thought about finishing the fantasy. Laszlo could easily imagine the ending, lapping at her until his beard was soaked with her, but he hesitated.

With a groan that Stevie would certainly tease and call “an old man’s groan”, Laszlo left his comfortable bed. He rummaged through his bedside drawer for the pack of cigarettes he unsuccessfully hid from himself and shrugged on his warm robe. Laszlo didn’t have sex, but he still craved a cigarette. Only one, he promised himself, then he would shower and dress for the day.

“Cheers!” Bitsy and Alice clinked their glasses together. Adorable, tiny rubber ducks floated in their mimosas, and despite the restaurant’s warning about a dollar charge for taking the ducklings, both women fully intended to slip them into their purses before leaving.

“It feels like forever since I saw you! How was your trip?” Alice set her phone to the side and clasped her hands in front of her. A few weeks back during one of their planning periods, Bitsy booked the excursion. Alice joked she was planning, just not lessons or teaching. Over the three-day fall break, Bitsy and Lucius went upstate to a bed and breakfast, with the best reviews and amenities.

“Amazing,” she sighed dramatically. “I’m so glad we did it. You know how everyone talks about going somewhere to see the leaves change colors and go apple picking?”

Alice grinned, imagining the leisurely autumnal weekend. “Yes, of course.”

Bitsy spilled all the details while they waited for their food. They took a gorgeous vintage-styled train upstate much to Lucius’s delight. She showed pictures and videos of the views and laughed recounting their apple-picking and cider-making misadventures. Apparently, both were more difficult than they seemed. Their bed and breakfast was a quaint cottage with a main hall for meals, and a precious elderly couple hosting. She raved about the cider donuts Linda made and passed the recipe along to Alice.

“And you? How are things with the doctor? Or does he prefer the professor?”

“Please, you know I call him Laszlo.”

“Uh-huh, I just like to tease you, and by default him. So, how are things with you and Laszlo?” The waitress brought over their food, so Alice waited until they were settled to answer.

“Well, without getting my hopes up,” Bitsy rolled her eyes, “it’s wonderful.” Alice blushed and not because of the mimosa.

On their first date, he picked her up from her apartment with a bouquet of camellias. As soon as she commented they were cat-safe flowers, meaning she could place them on the coffee table without worrying about Georgie eating them, Laszlo produced a bag of cat treats from his coat pocket. He didn’t want Georgie to feel left out, he explained. Alice noted his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

Laszlo took her to dinner, as he promised at the conference, at Delmonico’s. Alice had never been, but Laszlo assured her it was his favorite restaurant. She could tell when the owner and the waitstaff greeted him by name, asking if he wanted his usual table, and bringing a complimentary bottle of wine. Alice was prepared to pay for her meal, but Laszlo insisted saying he should since he invited her.

Alice gently moved her drink from side to side to see the rubber duck move. “It feels silly to say, but I think we’re courting rather than dating.”

“I guess that’s what happens when you date an older man,” Bitsy giggled, taking another sip of her drink.

“Shut up,” Alice couldn’t hold back a laugh either, “you know I have a type, but I’m serious. He’s been such a gentleman. Like he always brings me flowers or chocolates or coffee or something. And he brings something for Georgie too, I swear he has more toys and treats than I’ve ever bought him.”

“So how has he topped your first date?”

Alice responded when she finished chewing her latest bite. Her sandwich was almost too good to put down, but she wanted to answer. “We’ve done a few more dinners, some after an event or some just because that’s what we could schedule. You know that cute little art museum a few blocks from here? We did that and had lunch last weekend, and he wants to go to the history museum soon too.”

“Wow, the history museum. Sexy.”

“You’re laughing, but it’s so sexy when he reads the little placards and stands there analyzing it, rubbing his beard in thought. Then he asks me what I think and we talk about it before moving on. And, Bits, museums mean he always dresses nice, too, like suits or sweaters.”

“Listen babe, I tease you, but you seem genuinely so happy. Better than I’ve seen you in months, easily. It sounds like he treats you well, and he should continue to do so if he knows what’s good for him.”

“He does, he really does. Did I tell you what happened when we left the art museum?”

“No, what?”

“Well, I stupidly didn’t check the weather that morning when I got ready, but obviously he did because he brought this giant umbrella. Laszlo left it in the lobby while we walked around, and of course when we went to leave it was an absolute downpour. The restaurant we wanted to try was only two blocks away, so we planned to walk.”

“Of course,” Bitsy commented between bites.

“So he gets out his umbrella, and it’s big enough for the both of us. Laszlo held it, and we walked arm in arm down the street in the rain. I felt like I was in an old Hollywood movie and we should start singing in the rain.”

“Adorable, and you should have.”

“Well,” Alice demurred, “we were so close together, arm in arm so you know we were kinda pressed against each other. I could smell his cologne, and Bits, I swear to God it felt like pheremones to me. We made out under that umbrella until the rain stopped.”

Laszlo knew he sounded like a technology-hating curmudgeon, but he preferred calling to texting. Of course, with their busy and ever-changing schedules, texting was far more convenient. However, Laszlo savored anytime Alice called him and he could hear her voice.

Typically, they talked after he ate dinner with Stevie and while she cooked her meal. Laszlo chided her for eating so late, but the timing was convenient. He could slip into his room or his office when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket without arousing undue suspicion.

“What are you cooking tonight?” Laszlo heard the steady hum of a stovetop ventilation fan and a beeping timer.

That was another advantage of the phone, or even better, FaceTime. There was so much more ambiance when he could hear or see. Sometimes he could spot Georgie or hear him meowing in the background. Laszlo felt he was there, despite the distance, and he could get a glimpse of her evening. It was almost domestic.

“Pasta, hence the fan, and some chicken in the oven. I think it’s almost done, but I want to give it a few more minutes to be sure.”

“Be careful,” he cautioned, “I know you’re worried about undercooking it, but you don’t want dry chicken either.”

“Yes chef,” she teased. “What about you? When are you going to cook for me instead of giving me advice?”

Laszlo leaned against the balcony railing and hummed in thought. He wondered that himself, but he didn’t have an easy answer. “I’m not sure, with Stevie, I-”

“-It’s okay. I would love to have you cook for me sometime, but I know with Stevie it’s more complicated. We can take our time.”

“I appreciate it. Maybe I could cook for you in your apartment? We could have a nice night in.”

“I’d like that.”

By now they had a routine. Laszlo would tell her about his day while she ate, and once she finished she would tell him about hers. They laughed at the similarities between her high school freshman and his college freshman.

“Do you know what I heard today?” His students always assumed he couldn’t hear them, a fallacy of their youth.

He could hear her setting her dishes in the sink. “What?”

“One of them said I must have ‘gotten laid recently because there wasn’t as much of a stick up my ass’.” Alice snorted, trying not to laugh. “It’s okay; it’s funny. You can laugh.”

“Mine told me something similar, but not like that. They said I must be in ‘looooove’ because I’m smiling more.”

Laszlo rocked on his heels. “What do you think?”

“I-” she hesitated, and Laszlo instantly regretted his question. He was known for prying and pushing, and he feared it was too soon.

“-You don’t have to answer that. I shouldn’t have asked-” Laszlo pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyebrows.

“It’s okay, Laszlo. You didn’t push me too much.” He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I wouldn’t say I’m in love, yet, but I know I’m happier. What about you?”

“I feel the same.” Laszlo was glad she couldn’t see his cheesy smile.

November was chilly, even with a proper jacket. Stevie shivered and waited outside by the car line for Laszlo. Being late was unusual, so after fifteen minutes Stevie texted him. No response. At half an hour, Stevie called him.

On the last ring before going to voicemail, Laszlo picked up the phone. He immediately apologized, saying he didn’t realize what time it was and he was in the middle of an important meeting.

“Will you be here soon?” Stevie glanced at the already fading sunlight and emptying parking lot. Laszlo paused, and from that alone Stevie knew the truth. “If you can’t, can you send Mr. Moore or Ms. Howard?”

“I need to get back to my meeting. Try Moore first, and again, I’m sorry.” Laszlo hung up quickly, barely giving Stevie time to think. He huffed a sigh and pulled up Moore’s contact information. Stevie decided to text him first: Doc’s in a meeting. Can you pick me up?

As Stevie waited for a response, he rubbed up and down his arm to warm up. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he eagerly checked. I can, but it could be half an hour to forty-five minutes. Is that okay?

Stevie thought it was better than nothing. He texted back that it was alright, and he thanked him. Since there were still cars in the parking lot, Stevie bet there were still teachers or other staff inside the warm building. He wandered down the main hallway, wondering if he should sit right there, in the library, or find an empty classroom. As he debated this, someone called out his name. His head flicked up, trying to find them.

Ms. Greene stood at the door of the teacher work room with a stack of papers in hand. Stevie relaxed, knowing she wouldn’t get onto him about loitering around the school like some of his other teachers would.

“What are you still doing here?” She gestured to him with her pack of copy paper.

“Waiting to be picked up. Doc’s in a meeting so…” Stevie trailed off, not wanting to admit he had been forgotten.

She nodded once, understanding what he said between the lines. “Why don’t you hang out in my room?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you if you were about to head out or anything.”

“Please,” she scoffed, “there’s always something I can be working on. Don’t worry about it.”

Ms. Greene set her stack of papers on her desk and sat at her desk. Stevie slung his backpack off and put it by his desk. He looked around thinking how rarely he saw the room empty. It was normally packed with people, every desk was taken, and Ms. Greene would have to dodge backpacks and lunchboxes to walk around the room. By the end of the day, the desks were crooked and out of place, so Stevie started straightening them up.

“When you finish, do you want to clean them?” Stevie froze, not realizing she was paying attention to him. “There’s Clorox wipes in that cabinet.”

“Sure, yeah.” Stevie was used to tidying up at the Institue when he was bored or restless, so he continued in her classroom. They talked while he worked making the time pass quicker. She asked about school and what other assignments he was working on in the week. He had a history paper coming up, and they were supposed to do another lab soon in biology. Stevie wasn’t worried about the paper, Laszlo taught him how to write an essay over the summer, but he was nervous about the lab. Biology wasn’t his strongest subject, but he liked Ms. Sussman’s class.

Stevie crouched to pick up an errant highlighter, and when he heard Coach Connor’s voice cut the momentary silence he stayed where he was. In the corner, behind a group of desks, he wasn’t immediately spotted. He moved so he could see between a crack in the desks and watched.

Ms. Green recoiled, almost retreating into her desk corner. Stevie recognized her discomfort as she crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. Her eyes flicked to where he hid and back to Coach Connor. “What are you doing here?” she questioned.

“I saw your car was still in the parking lot.” What is he stalking her? She stayed quiet prompting him to keep speaking. “I wanted to see if you’d changed your mind since the conferences.”

She sighed, clearly at her wit’s end with him, “Patrick, I said no, and I meant it.”

“Are you sure-”

“-I’m sure. I have a boyfriend now, and I don’t appreciate your insistence. It is not professional or appropriate, especially while at the school.”

Boyfriend? Stevie wondered if it was Doc. They certainly seemed to hit it off at the open house, and it would explain his weird behavior and change in mood. He would keep observing.

Coach Connor’s face flushed red, he grumbled an apology under his breath, and he turned on his heels. Once assured he was gone, Stevie sheepishly stood up from behind the desks.

Ms. Greene’s face was in her hands. “I am so sorry about that. I don’t even know what to say…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Stevie shrugged. “Clearly, you didn’t want him here either.

“I noticed you stayed hidden there. Has he been bothering you, too?”

Stevie sat on the desk, fiddling with the highlighter in his hand. “Yeah, kind of. He’s harder on me in P.E., that kind of thing.” He was quick to reassure her. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Are you sure? He shouldn’t be treating you like that, and I know you don’t want to be a snitch or anything, but it’s important to speak up.”

Stevie knew he should, but he didn’t want to create any problems. Doc was happier, possibly because of Ms. Greene, but this afternoon was a reminder of how much he juggled. Stevie would feel guilty adding anything else.

In the meantime, he could deal with Coach Connor yelling at him or making him run more laps. He could stomach the football players' stupid jokes and isolation, done on Coach Connor’s orders, no doubt.

“I’m sure,” he answered.

While Alice tweaked her slides for the week, Stevie worked on his homework. He sat at his desk for class which she chuckled at. A classroom of empty desks and students will naturally pick their own desks. Alice enjoyed having Stevie there and providing a safe space for him to wait for his ride, but she also wanted to go home. She was tired and slightly cold, and she wanted to change into a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“Hello hello.” Alice looked up from her laptop. A tall, well-dressed man with dark hair paused in the doorway. “John Schuyler Moore, and you must be Ms. Greene if the sign outside your door is correct.” He extended his hand for her to shake, and she took it.

“Yes, I am. You must be here for Stevie.”

“I am, and hopefully he hasn’t given you too much trouble,” John winked.

“No, he’s been wonderful-”

“-Oh, you thought I meant Stevie, no, no, I meant Laszlo.” He laughed, and she bit her tongue to keep from doing the same. “You’re the one who has to deal with him as a concerned parent.”

Alice smiled. “He’s been wonderful, too. Very communicative.”

Stevie packed up his bag slowly, keeping an eye and an ear on their conversation. Alice was conscientious that everything she said was being analyzed.

“It was so polite of you to let him sit in your classroom. You could’ve gone home an hour ago, enjoyed your evening, and yet here you are.”

Alice didn’t miss the way he said enjoy your evening. It was a clear innuendo that she glossed over. “It was no trouble at all. Stevie’s a good kid, and you’re a good friend to come pick Stevie up.”

“I would do anything for a friend like Laszlo. I’ve known him for almost twenty years, and I know he would do anything for me in return. He’s like that, you know,” John shrugged, “he seems tough, but he would give someone the shirt off his back if they needed it.”

“I’m sure he would.” Heat rushed to her cheeks, briefly imagining Laszlo without a shirt and the dark chest hair she would find there, and she cleared her throat. “Stevie, please, don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything. And Mr. Moore, have a good afternoon.”

***

At around nine, Alice got a text from Laszlo. She had just laid down in bed, ready to get warm and comfy for the evening, with a book and a mug of tea. She set her book aside on her nightstand and checked her phone.

Darling, I am sorry for being so inattentive today, and I want to thank you for letting Stevie stay in your room. I appreciate it.

Alice’s thumb hesitated over the Facetime button. She hoped Laszlo would pick up and that he didn’t text her and immediately set his phone aside. She didn’t look her best, her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her face was still red from washing it, but she wanted to see him.

“Hey Laz,” she smiled at him, but she was concerned. He sat at his desk, dark circles under his eyes, and creases deep in his forehead. She could see a stack of papers spread out in front of him, and he held a fountain pen in his hand.

Laszlo smiled back at her, and it made her heart skip a beat. “I missed you today,” he drawled. “An emergency case came up, and they needed me at the courthouse and at the juvenile facility, and I have to read all this paperwork for tomorrow morning… But I needed to hear your voice and see your face.”

“Aww,” she blushed, but she knew her face was already red and he probably couldn’t tell. “Thank you, baby. It’s okay to be busy and do what you need to do.” He took a sip of what she assumed was coffee. “I just appreciate a heads up or something if you’re going to be unavailable. I could even plan to keep Stevie for a while or something if you let me know.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“But I must say, it was nice to finally meet one of your friends.” Laszlo groaned in embarrassment, and Alice giggled. “He was very complimentary of you.”

Laszlo set down his pen and ran his fingers through his hair. It was nice to see him relax and not think about work for a moment. “What did he say? You know he’s never going to tell me.”

Alice mocked offense. “What makes you think I’m going to tell you either?” He huffed a sigh and chuckled. “It’s admirable, really, the way he spoke about you. He would make a good wingman if you weren’t already taken.”

“John means well, obviously, he just doesn’t know everything yet.” Yet. She wondered when she would meet his friends officially, and he would meet hers. They were still in the beginning of their relationship, but she assumed since she told Bitsy, Laszlo must have told his friends something. Soon, she thought, but hopefully not too soon. Alice liked existing in their secret little bubble.

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zeldaelmo · 6 months

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Thanks for all the love for yesterday's first chapter! 🥰

It's going well between them. 😅

Chapter 2

Zelda turned on her heel, walking with firm steps toward the stack of fabric she had prepared for the class: A selection of pastel colors for the bodies of the sand seals, some earth-colored woven fabrics for the Koroks, and the occasional patterned cut for highlights.

When she came back, Link angled the pattern in his hands, squinting through the plastic sheet. Then, he raised his hand again. "Ah, Ms. Zelda? This isn't going to work. The sand seal is cute and all, but I really need to sew the dress I mentioned.”

He put the pattern down and pushed it to the corner of his desk. “This was promoted as a sewing class for beginners, no? So it will surely be no problem to guide me through the process of putting a dress together.”

The nerve of this guy! Annoyed, Zelda sucked at the inside of her cheek and set her fabrics down. She was not going to let him ruin her class. If he needed a dress so badly, he surely knew a designer who could help him out and customize what he wanted. He was the one working for CeCe’s after all! Or he could just order one from Beedle’s like everyone else. Three different styles, colors, whatever. All of them size 6. Click, click, delivered. Skies, he could even have them wrapped in tissue paper if he paid a little extra!

She licked her lips and clasped her hands in front of her. "You booked our 'Sew a stuffed animal class'."

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #totk #advent calendar #one stitch at a time

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dujour13 · 1 year

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👫 for a scene with a parent Sia!

Thank you Chimera 🥰 This one feels like a mess but I'm posting it anyway because it's close to my heart. Teen Sia learning how to bard.

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“I hate recitals,” moaned Dan. “They just sit there and clap like this.” She tapped her fingertips to her palm and put on a hilarious cross-eyed insipid face that made Siavash double up giggling.

Sia loved recitals, but he decided that wasn’t the thing to say to Dan, whose relationship with the violin was like an epic battle of archenemies. “Don’t be nervous,” he chided, leaning his shoulder into hers playfully. “It’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe Ms Lightfoot let you get away with wearing that. Old Vrock Face must be in a good mood or something.”

The dress code was white shirt, black trousers. He wouldn’t be caught dead.

But whatever the reason, he’d take what he could get. A not-yelled-at day was a good day.

And better yet it wasn’t likely his father would manage to squeeze the recital into his schedule this evening between the gala rehearsal and Leila’s piano lessons. Thank Desna.

When it was his turn, he kept his eyes down as he took a seat on the stool in front of the school hall and tuned his guitar, butterflies tickling in his stomach because he knew he was going to kill it, but also because Doran Mirani might be there and the prospect filled him with a volatile, sparking alchemist’s mixture of excitement and dread.

Ms Lightfoot gave him a suspiciously bright nod from the wings. At last he dared to glance up at the small audience of parents on their folding chairs.

Oh no.

There he was. You couldn’t miss him. A soft multicolored hat angled to one side of his head, a purple scarf knotted at his throat and a brightly embroidered vest laced over his tunic. He gave his son an encouraging smile.

His fingers froze on the strings.

In the silence that followed, Ms Lightfoot bustled over with an ingratiating simper to adjust the height of his music stand and ruffle the pages of the sheet music.

Desperate he searched for an escape route in the wings. Dan was standing there fake-clapping and crossing her eyes. It did cheer him up. Biting his lip against a laugh he dipped his head to hide behind his hair.

Deep breath. He could do this.

The strings taut against his calloused fingertips seemed to say, It’ll be fine.

And as soon as he began to play it all fell away. Soft notes at first, barely brushing the strings, the lead-in an invitation like a pleasant half-formed thought, drawing them in, until he felt more than heard the hush that fell over the hall.

Their attention is what did it. The storm of butterflies in his stomach exploded. A rush of tingling warmth surged into his hands and poured out through them into the music and resonated with it so that the more he played the more rapt they became and the more rapt they became the more the music came alive.

On the edge of his vision Vrock Face was in the wings furiously making the cut-off-your-own-head gesture to stop him.

Oops.

At the end of the song he didn’t wait for applause—which was not so insipid this time—to run for the wings and bury his burning face in Dan’s surprised shoulder.

“You used magic—how dare you—” Vrock Face was livid.

“I didn’t me-ean to!” Oh gods his voice broke.

“Sia, let’s go.” His father, already backstage and reaching for him. “My apologies. I would stay longer but the orchestra, you know.”

“Of course, of course, Mr Mirani, it’s an honor to have such a distinguished musician with us this evening…” Vrock Face stuttered.

Soon they were outside, taking the quayside route home, Siavash gripping his guitar case white-knuckled and striding in that angry teenage way that he hoped would discourage the Talk he had coming.

All his dad said was, “I think you need a new guitar teacher.”

#thanks for the prompt!!#iwoszareba #siavash #pwotr pals

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facewithoutheart · 2 years

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A short drabble about this description of Ms Possibelf that @you-remind-me-of-the-babe shared in the discord awhile back…

Which made me want a hurt/comfort of Baz healing Simon after a Mage battle, which turned into this depressing imagination of the moment Baz realized he loves Simon back in fourth year.

Dedicated to @martsonmars for making me write the second bit so this piece would have a happy ending.

Hurt/Comfort, T, 1.5k

Hurt

I smell the blood before I hear the sniffing.

“Good as new,” Simon whispers from his side of the room. Sniff. “Good as new.”

But the smell of smoke never comes; his spell’s not working.

I look over. Despite the darkness, I can see the scene clearly: Simon Snow, covered in blood hunched over his hand and crying.

“Good as new,” he repeats and his hand trembles.

“Keep it down,” I growl, “some of us are trying to sleep.”

“I’m trying,” he sobs, somewhat hysterically. “If I could just get this spell—”

I throw down the sheets. Merlin. As if being roomed with my family’s enemy isn’t enough torture, the Mage has Simon out on ‘missions’ every other night. Disrupting my sleep, and, more worryingly, tempting my newfound senses.

“Let me cast it, you inept monster.” I stomp to his side of the room. “If I let you keep trying I’ll never sleep.”

“Don’t!” Simon shouts when I raise my wand. “You’ll just make it worse.”

I roll my eyes. “Unlike you I don’t exacerbate problems simply by attempting to exist. Now show me what’s been injured so I can—” My voice cuts out when Simon holds out his hand. “Fucking Crowley,” I mutter. His thumb’s nearly hanging clear off. “What did this to you?” I slump down on the bed next to him, horrified.

Simon shrugs, shifting to face me more fully. (I bite back my well-honed impulse to insult his inability to use his words. I can barely blame him for not wanting to talk right now; how he’s even conscious is a wonder.) “Goblin.” His lower lip wobbles before he sticks it out in a confrontational gesture I recognise all too well. “I gave as good as I got.”

“I should hope so.” I take his wrist gently in my hand, turning it from a few different angles to get a scope of the damage. Extensive, I shudder.

When I look up, Simon’s got a small smile on his face.

I scoff, “What in Magic’s name could you possibly be pleased about? One small shake and I expect your thumb would fall clear off.”

“You’re being nice to me,” he says in a quiet voice. “You’re never nice to me.”

My heart clenches in my chest. No; I bite back the feeling. Not here, not now.

Not him.

“Do you think you can fix it?” He bites his lip. Outside, clouds covering the full moon shift and cast a beam of light across Simon’s blue eyes, bright and fixed on mine with hope.

He’s just a boy, fighting a grown man’s battle, and he hasn’t asked for any of it at all.

Merlin, no.

(Neither have I…)

I straighten up, hoping Pitch posture will remind me of who I am, who he is.

Who we are to each other.

“Of course I can fix it,” I scoff. “As I said, unlike you, I’m an expert magician.”

I wait for his scowl, his fumbled anger.

Instead, he smiles at me, big and broad and there’s no need for the full moon to illuminate our tower.

Not when Simon Snow is the sun.

“Please?” He bites those chapped lips of his, and it’s hopeless. I’m hopeless.

In an instant, I fall.

With a flick of my wand, I cast, “Kiss it better,” then place a gentle kiss on the palm of his hand, pulling back immediately to wipe away whatever blood might have found its way to my lips.

Simon’s already in my heart; if his blood’s in my veins, I’ll never be rid of him.

“There.” I shove his arm back at him; he clutches it to his chest, like somehow my action’s hurt him worse than the nearly severed appendage. “Let us never speak of this again.”

“Baz…”

I stand up. “If you’re planning to thank me, don’t bother. The only thanks I need is for you to never trouble me with an injury again. Go see the nurse, for Merlin’s sake. I’m not your personal healer.”

With that, I turn on my heel and stomp toward the bathroom. I cast a quick, “Silence is golden,” then turn on the faucet and grab a toothbrush, trying to scrub the taste of Simon’s skin from my lips, my mouth.

My soul.

It doesn’t work; I don’t know why I thought I’d ever be that lucky.

I fall against the bathroom door and slowly slump to the floor, burying my head in my hands as the truth slowly sinks in.

I’ve betrayed my family, my father, my mother, in the worst way. I’ve not only healed my enemy, I’ve fallen in love with him, fallen for his blue eyes, bronze curls, bright smile and certain tragedy.

Because Simon Snow and I will one day fight to the death; I know this much is true, just as I now know that I’ll never be able to stop him.

The sobs choke their way up my throat until I let them out, trembling against the door while the boy I was never meant to love sleeps away injuries he was never meant to have.

“He’s just a boy,” I whisper, clutching my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth. “He’s just a boy.”

And I love him hopelessly.

Comfort

I smell the blood before I hear him calling from the other end of our flat, “Baz!”

In a flash, I’m by his side. “Simon, what’s wrong?”

He blinks at my sudden appearance, still seated at his desk in our bedroom and looking very much unwounded. “Oh! You didn’t have to use vamp-speed.” He shoves out his hand. “I just got a paper cut.”

Part of me wants to be annoyed at him using his I’m-injured voice for such a minor ailment, but most of me loves that I can take care of him like this, that I can bring comfort to his life, even in such a small way.

I tut, “Poor baby,” then bring his slightly bleeding thumb to my lips, licking at the wound before sucking it into my mouth.

“Baz,” he whines, “I still have fifty more invites to mail.”

“Sorry,” I say, not sorry at all. “But maybe you should take a break.” I swoop down and pull him, bridal-style, into my arms. (It seems fitting.)

He beats at my chest with all the fervour of a limp noodle. “Put me down, you brute.”

“As you wish,” I smirk before tossing him onto the bed.

“Baz!”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” I tease, then hop onto the mattress, straddling him. “Give me your hand.”

With a huff, he holds out the still-injured hand. I grasp it by the wrist and twist to see it from more angles.

“Why do I have deja vu?” Simon frowns.

“Because I’ve done this for you before.”

Realisation dawns. “That night with the goblins. My thumb nearly came clear off.”

“Until I saved it.” I press two kisses to his thumb in quick succession, one to the newest injury and one to the scar of his older one.

“Until you saved it,” Simon smiles, “with a kiss.”

I hum, bringing Simon’s thumb back to my lips for another peck. Just in case. “That was the night I knew I loved you,” I whisper against the split skin.

“Baz, that was fourth year.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Come here.” He opens his arms wide for me.

In an instant, I fall.

Our limbs wrap around one another, and I sigh into Simon’s chest. “I wanted to leave that night and suck every goblin dry. I wanted to storm into the Mage’s office and cut him down for sending a child out to fight a man’s battle.” I press my lips against the fabric of his plain white T-shirt. “Instead I cried because I loved you hopelessly and some part of me thought I always would.”

“Not hopeless.” Simon’s arms tighten around me.

“No,” I smile, “though I do know I’ll always love you.”

“Forever,” Simon agrees, “we’ll love each other forever.” Then, his fingers move to my waist.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, I dare,” he says, then digs them into my sensitive sides.

“Simon!” I gasp between giggles. “Simon, stop.”

He tickles me relentlessly. “No rest for the wicked, Baz. The wedding invites won’t mail themselves.”

“Staaahp,” I laugh. “Mercy. Mercy!”

“No mercy,” he growls, then flips us so he straddles me.

“I thought you were injured,” I blink up at him.

He waggles his eyebrows. “A clever rouse.”

I gasp, as if shocked. “You monster. You’ve plotted this all just to trap me.”

“That’s right, Grimm-Pitch,” he smirks, “I’ve finally got you right when I want you.”

“Well,” I try to smirk back but it comes out soppy and lovesick, “that makes two of us.”

“Baz,” Simon whispers, and then he reaches down to catch my lips with his own.

He’s just a man, I return his affection twofold, and he’s mine.

Nothing feels hopeless about it at all.

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Carbon Steel Plate

Patram Ispat specializes in offering high-quality Carbon Steel Plates, essential components in various industrial applications. These plates are crafted from carbon and alloy steel, ensuring durability and strength for demanding structural and construction projects. Patram Ispat's Carbon Steel Plates exhibit excellent weldability and versatility, making them ideal for manufacturing machinery, equipment, and structures. With precise specifications and stringent quality control, Patram Ispat ensures that their carbon steel plates meet industry standards, providing reliable solutions for customers seeking robust and cost-effective materials for their engineering needs. Patram Ispat's commitment to excellence positions them as a trusted supplier in the carbon steel plate market, catering to diverse industrial requirements.

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📸 for our favorite lawyer Ms. Calhoun 👀

Naughty Pictures

When it comes to sending tasteful nudes, Rita can't say she does it too often, she knows just how easy it is to trace things through phones/the cloud and all that shit, and she would hate for ones of her to get leaked thanks to her profession. she warns you about all of this when you first get together, but it's not gonna stop either of you from indulging.

Rita's prone to buying you fancy lingerie, or encouraging you to go on shopping trips with a friend while she's at work (naturally, with her credit card). She wants to see her options, or at least hints of what she might be getting when she comes home. "Lace or leather?" "Blue, green or pink?" texts popping up on her phone throughout the day that she gives her notes on

Sometimes you'll be bold and send her a cropped sneak peek, and that's enough to have her wrapping her work early to rush home to you.

It's the days that you're feeling bored and needy, a little bit bratty that you'll start to send pictures in just a nighty, then the lingerie set, then the bra disappears. You've learnt to make sure to not do this while rita's at work, cause if it's an important day, you're getting punished.

As for Rita herself sending nudes, its more when one of you is stuck out of town for work and you're missing each other. They're super tasteful, she knows how to pose, how to perfectly angle things to show off just enough without showing off everything.

You're not gonna get any super dirty, close up style pics from her. They're taken with a sheet draped perfectly, lingerie slowly dropping off her body.

Rita's also definitely done a couple of professional boudoir photoshoots, and it's always a wonderful surprise when you get one of those ones sent to you when you're having a bad day.

#rita calhoun #rita calhoun headcanons #rita calhoun x reader #law and order svu #sinful sunday #sinday

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Looking for MS Pipe Dealers in Vadodara? Some Factors You Need to Consider

Whether you are building your dream home or a prestigious project, picking any random MS pipe dealers would be foolish. The dealers determine the types of MS products and the grade they offer. They decide whether the products will meet the customers' requirements. So before you approach an MS pipe dealer, you must conduct a detailed analysis. Begin with looking for reputed distributors of MS pipes or take recommendations from family and friends. You can also consider visiting trade shows and ask recommendations from your industrial associates or searching online for the best MS pipe dealers.

Top 6 Factors that will Help you Choose the Right MS Pipe Dealer in Vadodara

One must first know their requirements to choose the right MS pipe dealer in Vadodara. These requirements further help you select round MS pipe at the right price and quality.

Understand Your Requirement

To select a trusted and reliable pipe dealer, you must determine your requirements. Understand the specific type, size, material, and other dimensions. Besides that, decide where you need to use the MS pipes and the environmental conditions in which you intend to use them.

Look for Trusted Dealers

When searching for MS pipe suppliers in Vadodara, prioritize finding trusted dealers. These are the ones who have a proven track record of delivering quality products and excellent service. Look for them online or offline, and explore their websites to see their range of MS products and testimonials. This will give you a sense of security in your choice.

Quality Assurance

When choosing a dealer, it's essential to find one that prioritizes quality assurance. This means they source their mild steel pipes from trusted steel manufacturers, ensuring you receive high-quality products.

Offers Great Customer Service

It is crucial to inspect the dealer's customer service and see if it meets industry standards. Excellent customer service from mild steel pipes suppliers comprises clear communication, such as promptly answering queries and providing detailed product information, responsive support, such as addressing issues or concerns in a timely manner, and a dedicated service team, such as having knowledgeable staff who can assist with product selection and other customer needs. If the dealers fail to offer great customer service, it will be challenging to survive in the competitive industry.

Technical Support

The dealer must have technical expertise regarding MS round and mild steel square pipe in Vadodara. This is crucial as it helps give customers the right recommendations and guidance on the best MS products and materials based on their requirements. Technical expertise also allows the dealers to suggest products that suit the desired application and within the budget, ensuring that customers get the most suitable and cost-effective solutions.

Offering References

Customers are free to ask dealers for recommendations and references. A good customer-dealer relationship can help build this. Such a relationship can lead to better understanding of customer needs, more personalized service, and even potential discounts or special offers. Customers can ask for references, while the dealer can also ask for feedback from the customers, which can help improve their products and services.

Conclusion

Mild steel pipes exhibit superior durability, versatility, and tensile strength. Whether you want to buy MS pipes for plumbing, manufacturing construction, or other applications, it is crucial to choose the right supplier. Laxmi Enterprise is a leading MS products supplier in Vadodara. Our range of MS products includes MS pipes, MS angles, MS beams, MS TMT bars, MS flat bars, MS channels, and more. Call us today to know your requirements and get the best quotes.

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simplexsteel · 2 months

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Supplier of Stainless Steel Round Bar in Visakhapatnam

Simplex Steels is a Manufacturer, Exporter, and Supplier of Stainless Steel Round Bar in Visakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh, India. Simplex Steels stands out as a top manufacturer of SS Round Bars in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. We excel in providing an extensive array of stainless steel products, encompassing SS and MS items such as sheets, plates, coils, pipes, tubes, bars, wires, rods, angles, channels, flats, fittings, flanges, fasteners, and dairy valves. We produce round bars from ferritic, austenitic, and martensitic stainless steel, meeting AISI standards including 303, 304, 304L, 310, 316, 316L, 316Ti, 321, 403, 409, 410, 416, 420, 430, 430F, 430LBN, 431, and 630, as well as 2205, to fulfill various requirements. Our skilled team is committed to helping you discover the perfect stainless-steel solution tailored to your needs. Crafted from diverse stainless-steel grades, our Round Bars offer versatility across industries. Thanks to their high chromium content, they deliver outstanding strength and corrosion resistance. Technical Specifications : Dimensions: ASTM, ASME, APIThickness: 5 mm To 500 mm Size: from 2.00mm to 6.35mm (0.078″ to 0.25″) Finish: Bright, Black, Polish Form: SS Bars, SS Wires, SS Rods Condition: Cold Drawn & Polished Cold Drawn, Centre-less Ground & Polished Other Services: Machining (CNC), Centre-less Grinding (CG), Heat Treatment, Anne-ling, Pickling, Polish, Rolling, Forging, Cutting, Bending, Minor Fabrication Features: Corrosion Resistant High Tensile Strength Very Durable Temperature Resistant Environmentally Friendly Low-maintenance (long-lasting) Attractive appearance Long Durability High Strength Bend Fittings Simplex Steels is a Supplier of Stainless Steel Round Bar in Visakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh including various location like Chodavaram, Narsipatnam, Anakapalle, Araku, Araku Valley, Paderu, Yellamanchili, Paravada, Pedagantyada, Pedagantyada, Pendurthi, Apspqrs, Ananthagiri, Jami, Bondapalli, Kothavalasa. For detailed information or inquiries, please feel free to contact us. Read the full article

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Exploring the Role of MS Angles Suppliers and HR Sheets Manufacturers in Chennai's Industrial Landscape

Chennai, known as the "Detroit of India" for its thriving automobile industry, stands as a prominent hub for manufacturing and industrial activities. Within this dynamic ecosystem, suppliers of essential materials like MS Angles and manufacturers of HR Sheets play a pivotal role. Let's delve into the significance of these entities in Chennai's industrial landscape, their contributions, and the factors that define their success.

MS Angles Supplier Chennai: Sourcing Crucial Structural Components

Mild Steel (MS) Angles are vital structural components widely used in construction, fabrication, and engineering applications. In Chennai's bustling industrial sector, MS Angles find extensive usage in infrastructure projects, industrial structures, and machinery fabrication. Suppliers of MS Angles in Chennai cater to the diverse needs of industries ranging from construction to automotive, offering a wide range of dimensions and specifications to meet varying requirements.

Role of MS Angles Suppliers:

Supply Chain Management: MS Angles suppliers in Chennai act as crucial links in the supply chain, connecting manufacturers with end-users. They ensure a steady and reliable supply of MS Angles, facilitating seamless operations for construction projects, fabrication shops, and manufacturing units across the region.

Product Variety and Customization: Recognizing the diverse applications of MS Angles, suppliers in Chennai offer a wide range of sizes, thicknesses, and grades to cater to specific project needs. Additionally, many suppliers provide customization services, tailoring MS Angles to precise specifications, thereby enhancing their utility and compatibility with different applications.

Quality Assurance: Quality is paramount in structural components like MS Angles to ensure the integrity and safety of the built environment. Reputable suppliers in Chennai adhere to stringent quality standards, sourcing MS Angles from trusted manufacturers and conducting thorough quality checks to guarantee compliance with industry norms and customer expectations.

Logistics and Timely Delivery: Chennai's MS Angles suppliers understand the importance of timely delivery to support ongoing projects and manufacturing operations. They invest in efficient logistics networks and inventory management systems to ensure prompt delivery of ordered materials, minimizing downtime and delays for their clients.

Technical Support and Expertise: Beyond just supplying materials, MS Angles suppliers in Chennai often provide technical support and expertise to their customers. Whether it's assisting with material selection, offering design recommendations, or providing guidance on fabrication techniques, suppliers play a consultative role in helping clients optimize their projects.

HR Sheets Manufacturers Chennai: Driving Industrial Growth with High-Quality Steel Products

Hot Rolled (HR) Sheets, manufactured through a process of rolling heated steel slabs, find extensive usage in various industrial sectors, including automotive, construction, and manufacturing. In Chennai, a vibrant manufacturing hub, HR Sheets Manufacturers Chennai play a crucial role in supplying these essential raw materials to support diverse industrial applications.

Role of HR Sheets Manufacturers:

Production Capacity and Scale: HR Sheets manufacturers in Chennai operate large-scale production facilities equipped with advanced rolling mills and manufacturing technologies. This enables them to produce HR Sheets in bulk quantities, catering to the substantial demand from industries across Chennai and beyond.

Product Innovation and Development: Keeping pace with evolving market demands and technological advancements, HR Sheets manufacturers in Chennai invest in research and development initiatives to innovate new products and enhance existing ones. They continuously strive to improve material properties, surface finishes, and processing capabilities to meet the evolving needs of diverse industries.

Quality Control and Assurance: Maintaining consistent product quality is paramount for HR Sheets manufacturers in Chennai. They implement stringent quality control measures throughout the manufacturing process, from raw material procurement to final product inspection, ensuring that HR Sheets meet international quality standards and customer specifications.

Customization and Value-Added Services: Recognizing the diverse requirements of industrial customers, HR Sheets manufacturers in Chennai offer customization services and value-added solutions. This may include cutting to size, surface treatment, edge conditioning, and other tailored services to enhance the usability and compatibility of HR Sheets for specific applications.

Environmental Sustainability: With growing emphasis on environmental sustainability, HR Sheets manufacturers in Chennai prioritize eco-friendly production practices and resource conservation. They adopt energy-efficient technologies, recycle scrap materials, and implement waste management strategies to minimize their environmental footprint and contribute to sustainable development.

Synergy and Collaboration: Driving Chennai's Industrial Ecosystem Forward

In Chennai's dynamic industrial landscape, the synergy between MS Angles suppliers and HR Sheets manufacturers is evident. Together, they form an integral part of the supply chain, providing essential materials and support services that fuel the region's economic growth and industrial development. By leveraging their expertise, infrastructure, and commitment to quality, these entities contribute to Chennai's reputation as a thriving manufacturing hub and reinforce its position as a key player in India's industrial landscape.

Conclusion

The roles played by MS Angles suppliers and HR Sheets manufacturers in Chennai extend beyond mere provision of materials; they are essential enablers of industrial progress and development. Through their commitment to quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction, these entities contribute significantly to Chennai's industrial ecosystem, driving growth, and prosperity across diverse sectors. As Chennai continues to evolve as a manufacturing powerhouse, the contributions of MS Angles suppliers and HR Sheets manufacturers remain indispensable, shaping the city's industrial landscape for years to come.

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