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Teenage Dirtbag VIII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

“Rafe would never…”

Sarah’s loud huff reached your ears as you shrugged at her, making yourself some breakfast. The man in question was sleeping in, breathing evenly when you left his room. You’d been sleeping over at his house more as of late, and while Rafe was under the impression it was some attempt to show how bad you felt for ‘defending’ JJ at that party weeks ago…

Only you knew the truth.

JJ had kissed you.

…and you’d kissed him back.

His show of ‘taking it’ did not in fact make you feel better because you both knew it was a lie—a poor attempt to absolve you of responsibility. To lessen your role in it when in truth…you hadn’t even tried to fight back. Not really. You’d allowed it to happen, and you couldn’t decide if you regretted it or not. On one hand, the kiss was something you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for weeks, and on the other…

You’d cheated on your boyfriend.

The thought of what you did made you nauseous, and not because you didn’t want to hurt Rafe…but because you didn’t want him to hurt you. You thought about that day JJ had smiled at you in The Wreck, back when you barely even knew him, and you thought about how you’d smiled back—something so harmless. You would never forget the feel of that gun in your mouth. You would never forget the fear that weighed down on you.

Heavy enough to make you call the police.

You’d allowed something to happen that shouldn’t have, but that didn’t mean it needed to happen again. Hiding one kiss from Rafe was doable. Hiding anything more… You didn’t even want to let your mind wander into dangerous territory. There wasn’t going to be anything else to hide, and yet…even as you thought that…you couldn’t help but to entertain the thought.

You really really liked being around JJ, and to make matters worse, you liked kissing him even more. It had sparked something in you that you weren’t sure you liked. You recalled how on edge you’d been that night. So much so that when Rafe kissed you, you’d been eager to kiss him back. What kind of girlfriend were you to imagine someone else while having sex with your boyfriend?

It wasn’t right, and you couldn’t afford to make another mistake, and that’s why you weren’t keen on the conversation you were having with Sarah at the moment.

“Come on,” Sarah pleaded. “We’re literally going to be at Kie’s house instead of John B.’s because of you.”

You paused, eyeing her.

“I know that Rafe will never be convinced to let you go all the way to The Cut, so Kie offered up her place,” Sarah explained with a shrug. “Her parents are out of town, and they reluctantly approved having some friends over.”

You thought on that with a small frown.

“…and it’ll just be us girls.”

That eased your worry, and you sighed.

“Say the word, and I’ll talk to Rafe myself. He already knows I think he’s way too controlling with you,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll argue with him about this until I’m blue in the face.”

You eyed her again, chewing on your lip at the thought. You’d had a lot of fun the last time you hung out with them, and the knowledge that JJ wouldn’t be around did make you feel better. After that night in front of your pool house, you weren’t sure you trusted yourself around him. He made you feel things that reminded you too much of what it was like to be…happy.

It was an addicting feeling.

“…okay,” you reluctantly said to her, voice soft.

Sarah’s half smile was wicked, and you chuckled at her, watching her run upstairs with a shake of your head.

You didn’t quite understand why Sarah had taken it upon herself to pull you into her social life, but you didn’t think you were mad about it anymore. Rafe was your present and future, and as much as the thought depressed you, you imagined your future would be a lot bleaker if you weren’t at least friends with his sister. Wheezie was great too, but she was so much younger than you.

When Rafe finally came downstairs almost an hour later, you didn’t need to be a genius to know that Sarah had woken him up in order to plead her case. Your boyfriend didn’t look the most enthusiastic when your eyes met his, and you fixed him with a pleading look of your own.

“It’s just going to be the girls,” you quietly reassured him as he neared you. “…and we’re going to be at Kiara’s.”

“That’s reassuring,” he snorted, and the sarcasm was strong in his tone.

You resisted the urge to sigh.

“What do you think is going to happen with Sarah, Kiara, and Cleo?” you argued. “Worst case scenario we watch movies, get drunk, and you have to pick me up.”

You could see the thought process behind Rafe’s eyes, and when he eventually gripped your chin between his fingers, relief filled you. Rafe’s kiss was soft, lips gently touching yours, and like with many kisses in the weeks passed, you couldn’t help but to think about whose it wasn’t.

“I guess I can humor Sarah, so I won’t have to hear her bullshit,” he murmured, and you gave him a small smile. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was trying to steal you from me.”

Rafe’s tone was humorous, but you swore there was a glimmer of seriousness in his gaze. Despite that, you gave a nervous chuckle.

“No one can steal me from you, Rafe.”

He eyed you, tracing his gaze over your face, and you swallowed as Rafe tilted his head.

“I know that,” he said matter-of-factly. “…and you know that too.”

When he kissed you again, you kissed him back.

“What? Cleo, you have to come,” you told her. “I’ll invite you myself.”

You could hear Sarah and Kiara making some more drinks in the kitchen behind you. The girl before you made a face, and you laughed at the disgust there.

“Spending all night with a bunch of stuffy Kooks? No, thank you,” she said with a shake of her head.

You took another sip of your drink with a hum.

“It’s actually more fun than you think,” you reassured her. “…and plus you get to dress up like a princess.”

“You are an actual princess, so of course you’d say that.”

“Are you guys talking about Midsummers?” Sarah wondered, rejoining you two. “Y/N, give it up. You’ll never get Cleo to go in a million years.”

She handed you a new fruity drink.

“Kie is technically a Kook, and even she doesn’t like going.”

The girl in question sat down across from you, and you looked at her in wonder.

“Really? Why not?”

The brunette wasn’t the most talkative with you, but that didn’t stop you from trying. You recalled Sarah’s comment about Kiara’s distrust—something you didn’t blame her for—but you were relieved to see that she was loosening up around you. Even if it was only because of the alcohol.

“…because it’s classist and consumerist, and a gross display of the disparity in wealth on this island. I mean, it’s full of people discussing the pros and cons of a second home when other people on this island need a second job to get by,” she told you. “The whole thing disgusts me.”

Kiara said all of this evenly, like it was something that easily flew off of her tongue, and you found yourself gazing into your drink.

“I guess I never thought about it like that…”

…and you hadn’t. It was such a regular part of your life that you had never seen it in an even remotely negative way. You always loved going to Midsummers, dressing up and taking part in something you’d never thought to question. Kiara was right, you supposed. Outer Banks was the kind of place where you either had two jobs or two houses, and you found yourself thinking about a familiar blond.

JJ’s less fortunate circumstances had never been lost on you. After all, you recognized your privilege to have a pool house and offered it to him. However, you had never stopped to really think about the somewhat ridiculousness of that though. The fact that you even had an extra house—no matter how small—to offer him.

You took a sip of your drink.

“I promise I’m not trying to radicalize you or anything,” the other girl sighed. “I just hate all the grand tone deaf displays on this side of the island.”

You were just about to tell her that it was more than okay when Cleo perked up.

“Is someone outside?”

You frowned at her, but Sarah and Kiara turned towards the window, and Sarah’s groan made your heart sink for some reason.

“I told them it was just going to be us girls,” she complained, pushing herself to her feet.

She swayed a bit as she did, and you were reminded of how many drinks you’d had. You didn’t need to be a genius to know who she was talking about, and—out of nervousness or confusion on what to do with your hands—you downed the rest of your drink. You stood on unsteady feet, silently making your way to the kitchen just as you heard John B.’s voice.

“Plenty of times you’ve crashed guys night,” you heard him laugh. “Sucks, doesn’t it? Hey, whose car is that outside?”

You focused on making another drink as Sarah told him it was yours, and surprisingly, your heart wasn’t threatening to leap out of your chest. You blamed the alcohol for your calm demeanor because you knew that if you were sober, you would be a lot more panicked at the arrival of John B., Pope…and JJ.

You hadn’t seen the blond since that night, but you had seen the occasional light on in the pool house, so you knew that he was periodically sleeping there. You didn’t exactly know how you were going to act around him, now. After all, he’d kissed you and touched you in ways that a friend definitely shouldn’t. Doubly so since you had a boyfriend.

You paused to think about that, wondering if you could call JJ a friend. He couldn’t be your friend and trying to refer to him as one seemed so disingenuous for so many reasons. For starters, JJ made it very clear that he had no intention of being your friend, and all he’d done since that day was prove that to you. JJ couldn’t be your…anything.

When you reentered the living room with a fresh drink, he was standing by the couch where Kie sat. The brunette was talking to Cleo and Pope about something while the blonde’s eyes focused on you the moment you stepped into the room. You tried to ignore the way he straightened, and the way he eyed you, glancing away and taking a sip of your drink.

You were thinking to yourself that you should leave…but you weren’t exactly in any condition to drive and calling Rafe would only lead to trouble. You really didn’t want to fathom how he’d react to pulling into the yard and seeing John B.’s van. As if reading your mind, Sarah left her boyfriend and hurried over to you.

“I know they’re not supposed to be here,” she started.

“Yeah,” you slurred. “It’s literally the only reason Rafe let me come.”

Sarah pressed her lips together, and the sheepish look on her face let you know that you weren’t going to like what she said next.

“John B. wants us all to go back to The Chateau…”

“Sarah.”

You were drunk, but not too drunk to ignore what an incredibly bad idea that was for you. Your eyes were wide as you looked at her, and she reached for you.

“He’s going to bring us back later tonight,” she explained. “They’ll be gone, and you can call Rafe to come get you.”

“Why do I have to go? Why are we going, anyway?”

Sarah rolled her eyes.

“…because JJ rolled a few blunts, and Kie does not want her parents’ house smelling like weed. Which is valid, I guess…”

You sighed as she trailed off. Even if you weren’t several drinks into the night, you’d probably still be tempted to go. However, if you were sober, you knew that you’d turn the suggestion down without hesitation and stand firm in that. At the moment, though, you were incredibly interested. You didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s fun, and in truth, you enjoyed sitting around fire with Sarah’s friends. The plan sounded solid in theory, but you were unsure…

“I don’t know, Sarah…” you glanced away, ignoring JJ’s gaze. “If Rafe found out I went to the other side of the island with you…”

Just as Sarah was about to speak, the last person you wanted spoke instead.

“She can stay for a little bit, Sarah, and then I’ll drive her back.”

Your eyes met a familiar blue pair, and Sarah turned around with a smile. JJ’s hands were shoved into his pockets, and despite the fact that he’d said it to Sarah, his gaze was focused on you. He swiped his tongue between his lips as he waited for what you had to say, Sarah eventually joining as she turned to look at you again.

“My bike’s at John B.’s, so I can take you back whenever you want,” he said with a shrug.

It was odd. You recognized that JJ was the last person you should be around, and yet, all you wanted to do was take him up on his offer. Were you really about to risk fucking up so badly just to steal twenty minutes alone with JJ? You eyed him, and just then your phone vibrated, heart skipping a beat when you saw a text from Rafe. You stared at the words on the screen for a minute, reading them over and over again.

Rafe wanted to know what ‘you girls’ were up to…and with shaky fingers, you told him you were about to watch a movie, buying yourself two hours. Carefully placing your phone on the side table, you told the two blondes in front of you ‘okay’. Sarah beamed while you simply avoided JJ’s heated gaze.

You were nursing a beer while Sarah drunkenly told the story of how she lost her virginity to John B.—in a church of all places. Your gaze was focused on the dirt and grass beneath your shoes, not really a participant in the conversation. Cleo was to your left…while JJ was to your right, and the presence of the blond was getting harder and harder to ignore.

The ride over had been awkward for you and sitting around a fire with Sarah’s friends felt even less so. Already drunker than you would like to be, you’d declined Pope’s offer when he’d tried to pass you the blunt in the van on the way over. The last thing you needed was to become even more paranoid than you already were.

You’d left both your phone and your car at Kie’s, but you couldn’t stop worrying that something was going to go wrong. You’d told Rafe that you were about to watch a movie, hoping he’d get the hint not to reach out to you for at least two hours, but it would be just like him to call or swing by unannounced. You knew this was a bad idea, and now even more so because you couldn’t even relax enough to enjoy yourself.

“What about you?”

You didn’t get the hint that Kie was talking to you—not even when JJ tensed—until Sarah made a very loud noise of protest.

“No, no, absolutely not!” the blonde loudly said, waving her arms. “What did I say about asking Y/N sex questions?”

John B. snorted.

“First time stories barely count, to be honest. They’re almost always bad…and short,” he chuckled.

“I don’t care,” she cried, pressing her fingers to her eyes. “She’s dating my brother.”

“…yeah, but we’re talking about her first time. That…”

John B. trailed off at the look Sarah gave him, and you sheepishly shrugged when everyone slowly looked at you.

“Unfortunately, Sarah is correct in her assumption,” you admitted. “My first time does involve Rafe.”

There was a visceral and audible reaction at that, and Sarah looked vindicated.

“Yeah, move on to someone else,” she pleaded with a laugh.

The brief mention of Rafe had your heart sinking again, and as Cleo’s voice filled your ears, you were pulled from your thoughts by the feel of JJ’s fingers grazing yours. You flinched from shock, glancing up to meet his gaze as he reached for your beer. No one else was paying attention, too busy laughing at whatever Cleo said.

You didn’t look away from JJ as he took your drink, watching as he brought the bottle to his own lips. The sight reminded you of what it’d felt like to touch those lips, and you could feel yours parting, sharply inhaling as you tried to force yourself to look away. His blue eyes looked between yours, and JJ spoke when he lowered his hand.

“Whenever you’re ready to go…just let me know,” he whispered to you.

“I’m not,” you replied just as quietly, taking your beer back.

When Pope suggested firing up the hot tub—otherwise dubbed as The Cat’s Ass—you declined. JJ did too, and none of them gave it a second thought as Cleo asked Sarah if she had an extra bathing suit top lying around John B.’s place. You took the opportunity to stand, pausing as the world spun a bit, before making your way to the dock.

Even if his footsteps were quiet, you knew that JJ was following you, and trying to keep yourself from doing something you’d regret again, you continued the conversation from earlier.

“What was your first time like?” you wondered with a smile, passing him your beer.

JJ seemed to see right through you, respecting your decision to avoid the elephant in the room, and he chuckled. You sat down at the end of the dock, looking up at him as he stared out into the water. The blond made a face, and you chuckled.

“Uh, it pretty much goes how you would expect,” he lightly said. “Except for Sarah obviously…”

JJ sat down next to you.

“Some girl I was really into…we had a few beers at her place while her parents were gone and…it lasted all of three minutes,” he proudly said. “I was fifteen.”

You rested your chin on your knees.

“Was she pretty?”

JJ threw you a crooked smile.

“She was,” he told you. “Are you jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, looking out into the water.

“You’re not my boyfriend, JJ. Why would I be…”

He didn’t respond right away at that, and again, you wracked your brain as to how you would avoid talking about what happened the last time you saw him. You were torn between wanting to talk about it, wanting to kiss him again, and just plain running away. A conversation with JJ didn’t seem so harmless, now. Not after he’d kissed you and flat out told you that he didn’t respect your relationship nor your boyfriend.

“What about your first time?”

Somehow, you hadn’t expected that, and you tensed.

For a brief moment, you were back in the Cameron house, trying to back away from Rafe as he yelled at you about something so insignificant. Your chest clenched painfully as you recalled that day, and you blinked, clearing your throat.

“You don’t want to hear about that.”

“I know it was with Rafe, but…I can forget that for the sake of this conversation, I promise,” JJ teasingly said, a hand on his chest when you looked at him. “Scout’s honor that I won’t gag.”

You gave a light laugh, straightening and shaking your head.

“Trust me, JJ, it’s not really something you want to hear.”

There was a brief pause.

“What? Was…was it that bad? Are you telling me Rafe Cameron is bad in bed? Who would’ve thought,” he mockingly commented.

You looked at him, opening and closing your mouth before letting out a sigh.

“It wasn’t like that,” you slowly told him with a sad smile. “I just mean… It’s kind of a mood killer. Not exactly a nice story.”

You could recognize that all of the drinks in your system had you being less reserved with your words than usual, and you watched JJ blink. A slow frown formed over his features, and you watched him run his gaze over you.

“What does that mean?” JJ slowly asked. “Are you saying he hurt you or something…?”

“No,” you were quick to argue. “No, it’s not…”

You huffed, looking out at the water.

“That’s not what I mean,” you sighed. “I just mean it’s not a fun little campfire story.”

“…and I’m asking you what the hell does that mean?” he chuckled, but it didn’t sound humorous. “Like…you realize you’re scaring me a little, right?”

When you looked at JJ again, you could see how true that was, and your chest lowered as you exhaled through your nose. You turned away from him again, taking in the sight of the half moon’s reflection in the water. You could feel JJ’s gaze on you as you thought it over, realizing that he wasn’t going to drop it, and if you were just an okay liar when sober, you could only imagine how bad you were when you were drunk.

Taking back the beer, you quickly drank the rest of it, hating the way your words slurred a bit when you spoke.

“It was…maybe about a month after my nineteenth birthday,” you mumbled, staring at the water despite not really seeing it. “…and Rafe was…mad.”

You shook your head, remembering the venom in his voice and the way his nostrils flared and that plain old mean look in his eyes.

“It was so stupid…and I was so confused,” you said with a frown. “…and I just wanted to leave and talk about it in the morning.”

You scoffed, reminded of Rafe cornering you against the wall.

“…but Rafe wouldn’t let me. Every time I tried, he… He wanted a fight,” you shrugged. “…and then he grabbed me…”

You could see him shaking you as you stared out into the water. You could see it like it happened yesterday, and you could hear him screaming at you and sneering at you before shoving you so hard you fell against the counter. There hadn’t been any point in trying to get up…and then he was there—on you and tearing at your dress.

“…and,” you quietly dragged out. “He just didn’t care what I wanted.”

You forgot all about JJ as you watched yourself scream and push against your boyfriend. To this day, you didn’t know if the alcohol in your system that night helped or hindered you. You swore that it made the memory that much more vivid, but at the same time, maybe it dulled it much more than you knew. As you remembered Rafe’s panic when his family pulled up and the way he all but dragged you upstairs, you forgot that you were sitting on John B.’s dock all the way on the other side of the island.

For a moment you were back in that house on that day, crying on the floor of Rafe’s bedroom.

You forgot that you weren’t actually there…until JJ spoke.

“Are you joking?”

His question came out harsh, startling you, and when you looked at JJ again, there was a deep frown on his face. His brows were tightly drawn together, and his lips were parted, a mixture of confusion and disbelief and horror covering his features.

“You are joking, right?”

You licked your lips, trying to gather your thoughts.

“JJ…things were…really bad then-.”

“What does that mean? ‘Bad then’…what…?” JJ scoffed, pressing his head into his hands. “What does that mean? What does that even mean because what you just described…”

JJ gestured to you, wide eyes blinking.

“He raped you,” he stated in shock. “You just told me…that your boyfriend…raped you, and all you can say is that things were bad then?”

JJ’s voice was getting louder, and you looked towards the yard, relieved to hear the rest of them still laughing in the hot tub.

“I’m saying that that doesn’t really happen anymore and…”

You trailed off when JJ stood, following his lead, and you absolutely hated the way he was looking at you.

“This has happened more than once.”

He said it more like a statement than a question, but his tone indicated that he wanted an answer…or more specifically confirmation.

“I’m just saying that this isn’t as big of a deal as you’re trying to make it,” you breathed. “You know Rafe. You’ve met him, you’ve fought him, you know what he can be like!”

JJ just stared at you, not moving, and you nervously peeked towards the yard again. JJ noticed, and he blinked at you, a look on his face that you couldn’t place. Yes, what Rafe did was wrong, but you couldn’t exactly flat out say why you stayed with a man who raped you. You didn’t have much choice but to downplay it, attempting to get JJ to see it your way, but it turned out that your efforts were in vain.

“Does he hurt you?”

The question came out so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him, and once it registered, you froze. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears, and the rest of Sarah’s friends sounded so far away. Your vision swam for the briefest of moments, and you touched your temple. Your drunk brain was scrambling, and you answered too late.

“What?” you whispered.

JJ blinked a few times, lips parting, and you watched him reach up to run his hands through his hair.

“I feel like an idiot,” he whispered. “I feel so stupid.”

Your breath was shaky, and you shook your head.

“JJ, no, it’s not… It’s not like that,” you slowly tried to explain.

That seemed to make him angry, and the look JJ gave you made your blood run cold.

“No?” he wondered, nostrils flaring. “Alright, okay.”

He reached for his phone, turning from you.

“I don’t really feel sober enough to take you home, so hey. Why don’t I get Rafe’s number from Sarah, and since it’s not like that, he’ll only be a little mad-.”

He cut himself off at the feel of you yanking on his sleeve, forcing him to a stop. Your fingers were digging into his skin through the fabric when he turned to face you, and your lips were trembling, but you both knew it wasn’t from the cold. Your gaze was pleading when his eyes met yours again, and JJ’s jaw ticked at your silent—but obvious—answer to his question.

The blonde’s gaze softened as he stared at you, and you could see the reality of the answer to his question finally hitting him. He slowly fully faced you, pressing his lips together as he looked at you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was going over every interaction in his mind.

“Please don’t tell Sarah,” you whispered, and JJ looked at you in disbelief.

“That…that’s what you’re worried about?” he gasped. “You don’t want me to tell Sarah? Fuck Sarah, I should be telling the police.”

“You don’t get it,” you choked out with a shake of your head, fighting back tears.

“Don’t get what? What am I not getting? Why are you still with…? How long has this been going on?”

You turned away from JJ, pressing the tips of your fingers to your forehead. JJ followed you down the dock, and you only realized you were crying when your face felt so much colder.

“Why-?”

“He will kill me!”

When you looked at JJ again, you were full on sobbing, now. You pressed your hands to your neck, staring at him through your tears as JJ just stood frozen. You glanced away, pressing one hand to your mouth while the other wrapped around your waist. You hadn’t meant to blurt that out, but once you did, it was like you couldn’t stop.

“You don’t think I’ve tried to leave? Huh?” you cried. “You don’t think that I’ve tried to break up with him? Tried to…fight back?”

“Hey,” JJ whispered, approaching you.

“He’ll kill me,” you sobbed. “…and this isn’t-this isn’t something I think, this is something I know. He’s tried to before.”

JJ paused at that, but it was brief, and he quickly pulled you into his arms. He tightened them around you as he held you, trying to shush you, but it was a futile attempt. You didn’t know if it was all the drinks you’d had—or simply the feeling of finally telling someone—but you couldn’t stop crying no matter how much you tried. In the back of your mind, you felt that you’d regret this in the morning.

However, a part of you—a part that resided in your chest—felt so relieved.

You pressed your face into JJ’s shoulder as he tried to quiet you, running his hands over your back. You could feel a headache coming on, probably from both the tears and the drinks, and the turn this night had taken only made you want to lie down. You didn’t even know how you were going to pull yourself together in time to go back home to Rafe.

You could feel JJ’s hand on the back of your neck, and when he turned his head—and turned yours—your lips met.

It took you by surprise, making your breath hitch, and if JJ minded the saltiness of the kiss, he didn’t speak on it. This kiss wasn’t like the first one, and even though you couldn’t tell how exactly, it just felt different. You could still hear Sarah and her friends talking and whatnot in the hot tub, none the wiser to what was taking place on the dark dock. JJ’s thumbs brushed your tears away as he moved his lips against yours, and you remembered that this was something you weren’t going to do again.

You tried to pull away, but JJ wouldn’t let you, humming into the kiss.

You didn’t want to stop, but you knew that you needed to. The night had not gone how you thought it would, and it was time to go home. Your mind was going a mile a minute with the knowledge that you’d told JJ the truth and the fact that he was kissing you again. The alcohol in your system had contributed to too many bad decisions tonight, and you literally feared what tomorrow would bring as you kept kissing JJ on the dock.

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Motivation For Writing

Getting Off Your Butt:

1. Aestheticise it. Let the light in through the curtains, turn on your fairy lights, lay a blanket over your lap, light some candles, whatever you need to do to feel like a writer. The right vibes can go a long way

2. Picture that one scene. There’s almost always a moment you’re super excited about that basically inspired the whole book. Picture it, play it out in your head in full cinematic fanfare, gush to yourself about how cool it is and how everyone will love it, picture a future fanbase going nuts for it. You might get excited enough to go back to writing

3. Set a word count goal. During NaNoWriMo this year I think I wrote more than I ever have in one go. The thing that kept me coming back was the desire to not fall behind. I ended up with ~45K words after some complications irl caused me to drop off in the final few days, and that’s all just because I was adding up the 1667 a day word count goal and realising where I needed to be at to keep up. I definitely can’t stay as rigid as I did with 1667 words every single day, but seeing that you’re only a few hundred words off of a goal is super motivating - just be sure to set realistic, easy to achieve parameters for just general use, like 1000-2000 words per week. I know 200 words per day is a popular one for people trying to establish a writing routine that can’t dedicate forever to the craft

Maintaining Motivation:

1. Writing sprints. Writing sprints are a godsend for me, I like to set myself up in the living room with Abbie Emmons’ writing sprint video on. The video lasts two hours and is broken up into two parts; 25 minutes to write and 5 minutes for breaks between writing, so four 30 minute sprints overall. Having the timer and countdown with peaceful music and an aesthetic background is both relaxing and encouraging, as well as giving me a specific time for how much longer I have to push through. It’s easier for me to say “Okay, only ten more minutes, then you can take a break” then it is to say “Just keep going, we’re not stopping until I say so” which is too arbitrary for my brain to accept

2. Give yourself a choice. If you’re struggling to keep your focus, come up with a finish line and tell yourself you don’t have to do any more work once you’ve reached that point. Finish the paragraph, go for another five or ten minutes, keep it up until your next scheduled break. Whatever sounds realistic and doable without being overwhelming. And once you’ve met this goal, ask yourself if you still want to stop. With any luck, you’ll have gotten back into the zone and will choose to keep going. Maybe you’ll want to take a quick break but you’ll come back later on. And maybe you’ll decide that now actually is a good stopping point. Just remember that, if you do still want to stop, don’t force yourself to keep going. You can’t strike deals with yourself if you know you won’t keep your word and all you’ll end up doing is burning yourself out, which will lead to even less writing getting done

3. Try a new angle. If you can’t be bothered to write anymore, is there anything else you can do for your book? Plotting, editing, worldbuilding, character sheets, one-shots all that sort of thing can still be productive for your book while still being different enough to give your brain a slight respite. It also means less work in that particular area later on

Afterwards:

1. Organise. Clean up your workspace and put everything away so it’s nice and neat for when you come back to it. Or if you don’t need to pack things out the way, set it up in an aesthetically pleasing way so it will tempt you back next time. Let it give you the writer vibe

2. Take care of yourself. Get a drink, have a snack, walk about, stretch your limbs, take a breath, cuddle your pet. Something that gets you away from straining your eyes looking at text for a bit. This is also a good time to reward yourself if positive reinforcement is something you use on yourself. If you always feel shitty after your writing sessions, you won’t want to go back to it

3. Positive reflection. Make sure to tell yourself you did good, even if you didn’t get as much done as you would’ve liked or it isn’t up to a standard of quality you’re aiming for. That can all be fixed later on, and you’re infinitely better off than you would’ve been if you didn’t do it. Be proud of yourself. Tell yourself you’re proud of your hard work and your dedication and your effort. Remind yourself that this is a fun thing you like to do. Marvel over how insane it is that you’ve gotten this far - not many people do - and that you’ve got all this tangible work to prove you’ve accomplished something so many people wish they could pull off. If this isn’t fun overall, there’s no point

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for taking pictures of my sister's house and not deleting them?

I (25f) and my adopted sister L (also 25) have grown up together since we were babies and are extremely close. I truly love her and want the best for her.

She has been married for 5 years to D (25m). They dated since they were 18 and got married at 20. I never had an issue with him except at times I thought he was immature. They have a kid together who is adorable and about to turn 3.

However, as they have been married i have an issue with him. I don't hate anyone, but he is highest on my shit list. Not an exhaustive list but he has (and I want to make this clear THESE ARE THINGS I HAVE WITNESSED I AM NOT LISTING THINGS SHE ONLY HAS TOLD ME ABOUT):

Whenever they argue yells at her. Even in front of guests (ahem me). She'll yell back and then he gets upset she is "raising her voice" at him, when he started it.

He won't let her get a job. He has canceled her applications for jobs before. She has sold some stuff online until he sold the materials she used to make things. Her only "income" is if he decides to give her an allowance and transfer money from his account to hers (please note they have BOTH their names on the accounts but one is considered hers one his). If she takes money from his account he gets mad. Bills, groceries, etc. Come from "her" account

Was always sweet but now uses her as jokes to his friends. Demeans her in front of them.

They move a state over after they got married, almost 5 hours away. Doable in one day, but many don't like to do it. Since being married, she has effectively not seen any of her friends except when they come into town to visit. I have went to visit her and one of her friends did, that friend confided they did not feel comfortable or welcome. That doesn't bother me cause personally I don't give a shit what D thinks and am there for my sister and nephew. But I have overheard D talk bad about all her friends, even me, snd encourage her not to talk to them.

The two friends she has made in the area D has told her to drop because they are "bad influences". The worst thing one has done was medical Marijuana that was prescribed to them. Not sure how they are bad except they've encouraged her to get a job and be more independent

D decided to get a cat, which my sister has a known allergy to. She didn't want the cat, but D brought it home. It has absolutely zero training and has destroyed their home. It pees everywhere, including my nephew's bed. It hates absolutely everyone except D, even attacking my sister for sitting on the couch next to D. D refuses to get rid of the thing even though it has scratched my sister and nephew multiple times and my nephew is afraid of it

Of course, there's more, but those are all things I have witnessed. The last part is what prompted me to take pictures of the bed that was peed on, the scratches on the kid and my sister. My sister showed me texts of her begging D to get rid of the cat and to me it seemed he threatened her, so I took a picture of that.

I personally believe D is an abusive prick. Definitely financially and emotionally, but not physically unless you consider neglect or him keeping the cat. He has never once hit my nephew or my sister that I have seen, and she has never stated he has. My sister has talked about leaving but then goes back to him, and I know on the outside it seems clear to me what to do but I know there is a cycle of abuse. When she is ready to leave him, she knows she can come to me and our parents.

However, D found out I took the photos. He called me drunk and extremely irate, but he didn't explicitly threaten me. It was implied. He called me an asshole, which is what made me think of this. He told me to delete the photos and that upon me doing so, he will get couples therapy.

On one hand I know they need therapy. On the other, what's to prove he will do this after I do that? My sister is begging me to delete the photos because she believes if they have therapy things will improve.

To be specific: D wants to be there when I delete them and make sure they are gone and to me that just proves how bad of a person he is because he doesn't want any evidence of any wrongdoing. My sister has sent me multiple texts and I know she has been trying to make a way for things in case it does go south, but she is afraid the inlaws will attempt for custody because apparently the inlaws have a bit of money and know the judge in our area. I dont want these photos to be used against her either...

AITA for not deleting them?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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theepisceswriter · 10 months

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BACKSHOT BOYZ — AOT EDITION (Jean, Connie, Armin)

♡ Synopsis: Headcanons on some of the AOT boys' specific style of backshots, hehe.

♡ A/N: You freaky frogs read the title and know wtfgo, face down ass up that’s the way we like to fuck !!

♡ TW: 18+, penetrative sex, afab body parts and use of good girl, nothing too kinky.

JEAN

Jean is the K I N G of slow strokes nation

That man is hung like a horse; his cock touches the top parts of his thigh when it’s soft! He knows the nuclear weapon he carries around in his pants is deadly and he would hate to have such a gift and hardly be able to use it because he knows how hard a dick like his is to take. Slow and steady wins the race. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you by giving you too much of him at once or accidentally hitting your cervix, so he takes his time with you.

Foreplay is a MUST for him to get you prepared to take him. His favorite way to rev you up is with oral. He’s one of those men that thoroughly enjoy giving head for their own pleasure, watching you squirm and desperately rut into his mouth for more when his tongue is already as flat as it can be against your clit and his chin is dripping with your juices has him wanting to stay between your legs for hours. Did I mention that on top of attacking your clit like it's a Baby Bottle Pop he’s fingering you with those long slender fingers of his to the knuckles so you’re stretched enough to take him? Yeah, he’s a menace.

He prefers to have you on the edge of the bed with a pillow underneath your stomach. That way he has easier access to you and doesn’t have to worry about getting in weird positions to make the position doable.

The very first time you had sex with him you orgasmed off that one stroke alone, but you would like to think that you’ve built up a better tolerance now (barely).

That first stroke is deadly and leaves you gasping for air the way his cock slides into your walls with ease thanks to the gathered slick and spit between your legs doing its part as a makeshift lube. He pauses momentarily to give you a few seconds to adjust and, truth be told, he’s equally as breathless as you, but as soon as he feels your body relax he surprises you by bottoming out in you. I told you, he’s a menace.

His strokes are slow and calculated so you can feel every inch of his throbbing cock against your tight fleshy walls and he can hit every sensitive angle inside of you. Sometimes when he wants to spruce it up he’ll move his hips in circular motions for added stimulation.

“You take me so well, my love. This cock was made for you and only you wasn’t it?” “Look at your pussy swallowing me up whole, you take my cock so well babygirl, fuck.”

Dirty talk is top tier and he makes sure to press his chest against your back so he can whisper it intimately in your ear. Also, he’s a back licker through and true. Do with that information what you will!

CONNIE

The cockiest man in the world when he’s giving you backshots, like unbelievably cocky because he knows what his dick does to you, but he really knows what it does to you in doggy style. Thick, beefy, and uncut all up in yo guts !

His favorite doggy style position to have you in is on the edge of the bed so he can use the leverage of standing up to pound into you like a madman.

Taunting giggles and snickers the whole time, he watches you fight for your life gripping and biting on the sheets because you’re in a position where you have no choice but to take all of his beefy cock. He even likes to go no hands sometimes, placing them on the back of his head and letting the sheer power of his hips fuck you to borderline insanity.

“That's it, be a good girl and take all of me. You just love having my thick cock pound away at your walls, dont you?” “Aht, aht, you can take it. I know you can you’ve done it plenty of times before.” With a menacing smirk on his lips and all. Like, sir, this is how you cause crazy ex-girlfriends. You’re ready to go to war over that dick now!

Dont let his cool, calm, collected, and cocky demeanor fool you because the moment your walls get to ushing and gushing around him too well he has to put his hands around your neck as leverage to keep himself from buckling in the knees.

On nights when he’s feeling extra freaky (which is every night) he likes to put his thumb in your butt for added sensory. Sometimes he can even feel the tip of his dick through the soft membrane when he has his thumb in there and that lets him know he’s doing a job well done.

ARMIN

You on your stomach with your legs crossed and Armin mounted on your ass pounding into your poor overstimulated cunt is his favorite way to give you some lethal backshots. This position allows the two of you to be deeply connected, he can’t help but rut into you like a dog in heat.

You swear you can feel his cock tickle your belly button in this position and he swears he can feel your walls suck him in deeper and resist to let him go when he tries to pull out.

Its so overstimulating for the two; He often finds himself collapsing on on your back and burying his face into your neck while whimpering and moaning about how good you’re making him feel.

“Thank you so much for being mines and letting me fuck you 🥹” “You feel so so so good around me. You’re going to milk my cock dry, go ahead its all yours.” This man is on the verge of pleasure tears because of how warm and soft your pussy feels around him.

Has perfected the craft of kissing your next while he’s balls deep inside of you. He kisses your neck with the same energy he would use if he was kissing your lips, tongue and suction going crazy on that sensitive part between your ear and neck. Best believe by the end of the night you’re covered in hickies.

And the best part? When he finishes either he’ll pull out and leave squirts of warm cum on your ass or creampie you so he can watch it ooze and drip from between clenched thighs.

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Music Spotlight: MIYAVI

Are you ready for a special Music Spotlight guest appearance? This week, we’re featuring popular singer/songwriter, guitarist, and actor MIYAVI to celebrate the release of his anime cover album MIYAVIVERSE. Check out our full interview below!

Tell us about your recent album, and what you hope fans take away from it.

The new one is an anime song cover album. We cover anime songs like Evangelion or Naruto or Hunter, classic ones. One of the reasons why we did that was because I am Japanese, so it’s great to relearn that content, and I’m sure so many of my fans will be familiar with those anime. It’s a fun process to bring those anime tracks to MIYAVI’s world. It’s a different kind of vibe—anime songs, J-pop. But once I start playing the guitar, it’s like the original universe of the sound—and that’s why we named the album MIYAVIVERSE. It doesn’t have to be only the anime songs—it’s more like when we covered ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’, or ‘Youth of the Nation,’ or other Japanese tracks as well. Obviously it’s MIYAVI’s sound, but it’s a fun process to do a cover.

Your 14th studio album is themed around hit anime songs—what would you consider your favorite anime of all time, and your favorite opening/ending song?

My favorite is Dragon Ball Z. I know, it’s too classic, but that’s the thing I was watching when I was young. And every anime lover is going to respect Dragon Ball Z. To be honest, it’s too hard to cover that song—we can do it, but I don’t know if it's doable to perform on stage in a cool way. So that’s why we gave that one up.

Your illustrious career spans the last 20 years and multiple mediums—what would you consider the highlight up until now? Are there any major moments of growth you can recall?

Yes, a lot. First of all, when I moved to Tokyo from Osaka when I was 17 years old. I was kind of beginning to start finding myself as an artist. And then I became a solo artist, and then, you know, I started focusing on the guitars, and people started calling me a guitarist—so what’s my name? And then, in 2008, I started going on world tours, learning English, and acted in the film Unbroken with Angelina Jolie—so of course, you know these are big moments. And then I became an ambassador for UNHCR—that’s huge.

If you could give your younger self advice on how to cope with the pressures of society, especially in the entertainment industry, what would you tell them? Would you give your kids that same advice?

First of all, keep going and polishing up your skill, what you have—you know—your talent. That’s everything in the end. Nothing else helps you. I still just keep telling myself that. You know, it’s not about the connection or relationship or, of course, personality is counted—it’s included. More than that, as an artist, what you can give to the world is everything—so just keep going. As long as you have "it".

What are your biggest passions outside of music and acting? Are there any hobbies you turn to when you need to destress?

I play games. It’s a great connection with my daughters. It’s a huge connection, and then even while I'm away from home, I can still communicate with my daughters. And then it’s great to have something you share with your family. At the same time, it consumes a lot of time. So that’s the thing—once we start playing, it’s like we keep playing because it’s fun, and we go crazy. But at the same time, time is time, and I do need to work. But that is the hard part, and it is working well for our relationship. It is also the same thing if you play soccer or basketball or sports, it’s kind of the same thing.

This year marks your 20th anniversary, and in that time, you’ve racked up an impressive list of accomplishments. Is there anything you haven’t done yet that you’ve always wanted to? And are there any opportunities you regret not taking?

Basically, there are no opportunities that I regret not taking because I take everything. I never miss opportunities, as you know. When schedule conflicts, and some things that I was not able to do, there are some of course. But, personally, I never missed any opportunities in my life—so there is no regret. But there are tons of things that I have not accomplished, and want to accomplish. We haven’t gotten any GRAMMYs. These are not everything you know, but that's a great goal to have—and I have to work harder to accomplish it.

Want more MIYAVI? Check out his new anime song cover album MIYAVIVERSE here.

#music spotlight #miyavi #kpop spotlight #miyavi music spotlight

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Yahallo~ I was wondering if you might write something for Crocodile x reader where reader is sweet and bubbly and affectionate. So, I've had a scenario in my head for awhile where reader is his wife and she goes to visit him at his casino one day just because he hasn't been home in a while and she misses him. Except she's never actually been to the casino before, much less introduced to most of his crew because she's Crocodile's happy little secret. So the bouncers don't let her in and reader decides to cause a commotion, which draws Crocodile out and I'm never actually sure what happens from there. Lol I'd like it to be mostly warm and fluffy, though. I love the idea of a big cold man being warm only for their lover.

I hope you have a lovely day. You're a beautiful honey bun. ♡〜٩(ㆁωㆁ)۶〜♡

pairing: crocodile x gn!reader

contents: established relationship, fluff, secret relationships, kind!reader, smitten!crocodile, crocodile calls you doll, kind of implied the reader tops him later which i personally think is very powerful of them

word count: 1.3k words

note: this is such a cute and funny idea <33 i took some liberties with this, there is no big scene at the door, just because the kind personality of the reader i was going for clashed with that a little bit. and i went a gender neutral route just because it's easier for me. i hope you still enjoy anyway! i absolutely love secret relationships and would love to do more with crocodile and this trope :3

playlist: diet mountain dew - lana del rey

Not once did you care that you were one of Crocodile’s best kept secrets. You understood why such precautions were necessary. Your husband was a powerful man with countless enemies, to have his one weakness known to all would be a terrible oversight on his part. Not only that, but it would also put you in a considerable amount of danger. You were soft, you weren’t ashamed of it. To remain kind in a cruel world took strength. In your opinion at least.

Sometimes, however, it took more strength than usual to remain understanding. This was one such occasion.

You had your own life outside of your husband, much to his dismay. It was half the reason he insisted on keeping your union under wraps. If Crocodile had it his way, you’d be by his side 24/7, or at the very least, surrounded by bodyguards everytime you left his line of sight. He was a cautious man by nature. One did not achieve the power he had by being reckless, especially not with those he loved.

That said, Crocodile hadn’t been home in days and you were starting to get worried. You knew his work was dangerous, keeping Alabasta safe from pirates was not what you’d call an ‘easy’ job. Instead of waiting around for him to return home on his own — inevitably to grump about the kisses you placed upon his facial scar, or the tender way you ran your fingers through his hair — you decided to seek him out. If there was one place where he would be, it would be at the casino.

Unfortunately for you, they wouldn’t let you in.

“Again, the casino is closed to all outside patrons for an event. I can’t let you in if your name isn’t on the list.” The doorman was starting to get frustrated with you stubbornness. You understood why, really you did. This was his job and you had been pestering him for the better part of thirty minutes. While you had patience, you were no saint. This whole situation was starting to get on your last nerve.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a sigh. “And I get that, but I’m looking for my husband. I know he’s in there, can’t you go get him for me and we can talk outside the venue?”

The doorman hummed, considering the option. Finally, he gave you the smallest of smiles, the first you had gotten from him the whole night. “That’s doable. What’s his name so I can send someone to fetch him?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. This wasn’t going to go well. How many people tried to sneak their way into events using your husband’s name? For all this man knew, you were another lovesick fan, trying to get a whiff of the hero of Alabasta’s cologne before you were escorted out by security.

Whatever. It wouldn’t hurt to try, you thought.

“Um. Crocodile?”

The doorman burst out laughing, head thrown back and tears spilling down his cheeks. “Listen, you’re a looker, but you’re not that good looking. Now scram, I have a job to do.”

With a deep breath, you tried again. “I’m serious, he’s my husband. Please let me in.”

“Yeah, and I’m the king. Don’t make me call security on you.”

If Crocodile found out that the doorman called security on you, the man’s job would be down the drain before he could say ‘sorry.’ You didn’t want that, even if in your current irritation, you’d feel quite a bit vindicated. It was people like him that kept your husband safe, even if he did so in a rather frustrating manner.

You shuffled your feet, blinking a few times at the man who laughed in your face. Okay, maybe you did want him fired, but you were better than that. Kinder than that.

There was a commotion coming from the casino. You peered behind the doorman to see your husband surrounded by a hoard of Alabastan citizens, all clamoring for his attention. Your heart swelled at the sight of him, relieved to find him safe and sound. As much as you wanted to give him a piece of your mind for worrying you so much, the doorman’s glare was starting to get to you. Now that you knew he was alive, you could wait a little bit longer for Crocodile to return home.

“Well, thank you for your time,” You said as politely as you could. Even then, the words came out forced between clenched teeth.

The doorman merely rolled his eyes in response. Right before you turned your back, you caught your husband’s gaze. Crocodile’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of you, surprise replacing his previous annoyance. Flashing him a small smile and a wave, you turned to make your way home. You barely made it a few steps before Crocodile’s hand was on your shoulder, his grip firm enough to hold you in place. The crowd that surrounded him was gone, off to find someone else to celebrate with — or pester, as Crocodile was prone to say.

“What are you doing here, doll?”

Whipping around, you slotted your hands on your hips and hit your husband with the worst glare you could muster. You tried not to be disappointed when all you were met with was a glimmer of amusement. “Looking for you. It’s been days since you’ve been home, I was starting to get worried.”

Crocodile shrugged and took an inhale of his cigar. “There was no need for you to come here, I was coming home tonight.”

“And how am I supposed to know that if you don’t tell me. I’m not a mind reader,” You shot back.

Crocodile sighed, a cloud of smoke accompanied the action. You really wished he would quit, but you weren’t naive enough to believe you could convince him. The doorman coughed a few times, drawing both you and your husband’s attention. He looked absolutely dumbfounded at the scene playing out in front of him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and you had hoped he had enough wherewithal to keep himself hidden so as not to earn your husband’s ire. Evidently not.

“I am so sorry,” The doorman started, hands numbly raised in surrender.

Wow. This man was the biggest idiot you had ever met. Crocodile slowly turned in his direction, a single eyebrow raised.

“You’re sorry?” Your husband's expression split into a furious glower, and for the first time that night, you felt truly sorry for the doorman. “And what are you apologizing for? I better like the answer.”

Before the man could speak, you placed yourself between them. “He was just doing his job, love. No need to get all fussy. Why don’t you walk me home and we can talk more? I’ve missed you.”

Crocodile’s expression softened when you grabbed his arm and leaned into his side. With his flesh hand, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him. Before you left, Crocodile reached around you and into his breast pocket. When he removed his hand, there was a wad of beri in it, a fatter stack than usual. He tossed it at the doorman’s feet.

“Forget what you saw here.” Crocodile narrowed his eyes, his hook glinting in the dull lamplight. “Or I’ll be seeing you again. Privately.”

“Don’t flirt with the poor man, he looks like he’s about to wet himself.”

Crocodile merely grumbled — affectionately, you knew that grumble anywhere — as he started in the direction of your shared home. “I don’t flirt and I don’t fuss, you know this, doll.”

“Bold of you to lie to my face when I’m still not sure if I’ve forgiven you yet.”

You had. It was hard to keep the grin off your face when Crocodile was warm against your side, the scent of him filling your nostrils until your head was fuzzy.

Oh, how you couldn’t wait to kiss him pliant in the comfort of your bed later tonight. For all of Crocodile’s power, you had him absolutely wrapped around your little finger.

#one piece x reader #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x yn #crocodile x yn #sir crocodile x you #crocodile x you #crocodile is so lana del rey coded everytime i write him i got her on full blast #.jesterwrites

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A new stupid Ted Lasso drabble? Oh worm? 👀

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

It was too early for this shit.

Roy turned to find Ted staring intently at his computer screen, with Twitter—no fucking wonder he was losing his mind at 7:00am— encroaching on the Richmond desktop. Across from him Beard licked his thumb and deftly flipped a page of The Secret Garden. Had they planned this?

“Yes,” Beard said, not bothering to look up. Ted let out an explosive breath and smiled, like Beard’s promise of worm devotion meant fuck all when they had actual shit to do. Keeley was still waiting on a statement. Rebecca had a small library for them to sign. Higgins— Roy shuddered—wanted to talk finances in half an hour.

Which meant that instead of prepping for any of that in any way, Ted’s gaze crept towards him.

“Fuck no,” Roy barked.

Ted pouted. No, no, if Phoebe couldn’t sway him with doe-eyes at the tender age of six then Ted Bloody Lasso wasn’t going to do it around a fucking mustache. Roy set his teeth against the sliver of an apology trying to force its way out. “You’re a worm,” he said, as if that explained it all. Because dammit, it did.

“What kind of worm?”

Head jerking, Roy schooled his look of betrayal at Trent taking this seriously. He had his glasses off and everything, tap-tap-taping against his mouth as he stared contemplatively up at the ceiling.

“Uhhh...” Ted consulted the digital hellfire, but apparently no answers were offered up. Figures. “I don’t know. Just a worm? Are there a lot of ‘em?”

“Oh yes. Well over twenty-thousand last I checked.”

Roy twitted involuntarily. Twenty-fucking-thousand? And how the hell did Trent know that? Was he the goddamn worm whisperer? Made sense, given what a spineless pest he was.

Not anymore a voice whispered, sounding suspiciously like Ted. Yeah. Fine. He’d changed or what-fucking-ever. Roy growled and resigned himself to a worm lecture as penance.

“Worms are as varied as any species,” Trent was saying, curdling Roy’s stomach with every word. He took his pen out, mindlessly twirling it as he gathered his thoughts. “Silkworms, tapeworms, the humble earthworm. They seem quite simple on the surface and yet they’re a vital part of our ecosystem. Forget the bees; remove the worm and you risk a near total collapse of our agriculture. Ah, and did you know that the leech is a worm? Certainly they’ve been invaluable to the medical community as a natural anticoagulant. Science will always advance, but sometimes all you need is a good old-fashioned blood sucker—”

“Stop,” Roy groaned, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Trent glanced over, one eyebrow raised.

“The point—sorry, my editor is always on my case for ‘overly verbose prose.’ As if she’s one to talk with those emails—the point is that if you were a worm, Ted, you would remain just as valuable a member of society as you are now. Of course we'd still love you. And why shouldn't you remain a part of our lives? I would determine your species and then set about finding a suitable environment for you. One that, hopefully, we would all be able to visit with frequency. However, if you’re a tube-worm I’m afraid you’re, well, shit out of luck, if I’m allowed to be crass. None of us are going anywhere near a hydrothermal vent and that’s even if I knew how to swim. Most land-living species would be doable though.” Trent bit his lower lip, considering. “If you were a worm I’d research everything I could about your nutrition, enrichment, life cycle. Given the magical nature of these events—I assume in this hypothetical you weren’t always a worm, yes?—I would take steps to ensure you were well looked after, should your life extend past mine. Luckily, Amelia already had a fondness for all things creepy and crawly, so I’m sure she’d be thrilled to receive you in the will. In the same vein, I’d use whatever contacts I still possess to connect with the leading researchers in Nematology and Helminthology, see if we couldn't find some way to communicate with you. I have no qualms about you being a worm, Ted, but I would miss our chats.” Trent smiled, a little wistfully, and then shook himself like a man coming out of a dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Roy said, thunking his head down on the keyboard. Whatever these two nerds had going on he needed to bottle it and sell the shit. He'd make a fortune.

Ted let out a strangled noise. “No reason,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s a mighty kind offer of yours, Trent, and I do appreciate it. Yes, ma'am, I do. I suppose you could say I—”

“Don’t,” Roy growled.

“—wormed my way into your heart?”

And he was done. Nearly tripping himself in his haste to leave the office, Roy unfortunately still saw the high-five Beard gave Ted—complete with a “Booya!”—and the heart eyes Trent was sending his way, fierce as fucking laser beams. Honestly, they were disgusting, the lot of them.

Still, that question was going to haunt him now...

“Wonder if Keeley and Jamie would love me if I was a worm,” Roy muttered, ignoring the look Higgins cast him and the question of where he was off to with their meeting on the horizon. Fuck finances. Worms didn't care about finances.

Roy took a right towards the exit, towards KJPR, and hopefully an answer half as romantic as the dork's.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #Ted Lasso fic #Roy/Keeley/Jamie #apparently I enjoy writing Roy suffering from Tedependent nonsense lol #also is there a ship name for that disaster trio?#they deserve one

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life-winners-liveblog · 6 months

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*gives Scar a ton of books to help him therapy* (this includes many audio and picture books)

Im very invested in therapy Scars. So whatever might be needed me or other whispers will provide. Also, how much/what are you going to be charging? (Definitely not because I wanna pay for everyone’s therapy)

[I wouldn’t take it too personally Tim, he’s honestly probably avoiding you for a similar reason as to Grian and Scar. He most likely feels bad for your death and that he didn’t avenge you. Can’t guarantee that, but I doubt he’s like Lim!Martyn. Have some bones for you and see if you can give him some as well. *gives a stack of bones*]

Scar: Oh... I didn't expect all of this... do all therapists know...all of this?

Scott: Are you... ok?

Scar: Scott I am dislexic, there are like five 1000+ pages long books, look at how small the letters are. I am not going be able to read all of this.

Scott: Uhhhhh I see your point... what about the audio books?

Scar: I guess but... I like interacting and stuff... just listening to the same thing for hours at a time... seems... not doable.

Scott: Well... Psychology is kinda interesting... I wouldn't mind reading some of the lighter ones to you out loud.

Scar: Wait Really?

Scott: Sure.

Pearl: Can I join?

Scar: Ahhhhh!

Scott: Where did you come from???

Pearl:... I was next to you Scott, did you really forget?

Scott: Oh... right, sorry about that Pearl.

Scar: You want to join the book reading session? Like actually?

Pearl: Sure, It's getting boring in here anyway... Olive is also getting restless so bringing her as well wouldn't be terrible.

~~~~in the void~~~~

SL!Jimmy: Ok... I can't deal with it anymore, I am going to corner Martyn if It's the last thing I do.

DL!Jimmy: Ugh finally! Tango has been bugging me about it since he discovered whats going on.

3L!Jimmy: So what are you going to say? If you are not sure me and Scott could-

LimL!Jimmy: Give him credit he can do it on his own, the last thing we want is him embarassing himself while reciting something your Scott would say.

3L!Jimmy: Ah ah ah very funny.

SL!Jimmy: You guys aren't helping.

DL!Jimmy: At least 3rd Life is trying to be helpful... I guess?

LL!Jimmy: As helpful as getting an arrow to the head.

3L!Jimmy: ... That was low.

DL!Jimmy: Why are you here Last Life? You weren't invited. I checked, twice.

LL!Jimmy: So it was you that didn't invite me?!?! Rude!

SL!Jimmy: Why are you even here you are not welc-

LL!Jimmy: I know where Secret Life Martyn hides when he is avoiding you.

SL!Jimmy: Oh you are very welcome here, please tell me more.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 6 months

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Friendly Encouragement

A/N @darklydeliciousdesires thank you for introducing me to this man. So writing this took like six turns, and it's now become a multi-part childhood best friends-to-lover anthology; this is part one. My confidence is still pretty trash, especially because this is a new fandom/character so I'm not all that happy with this even with the seven rewrites.

Contains: Fluff, supportive Sean, childhood best friends to lover, mild smut.

1.7 K words

After getting some help from Sean, there ends up being some revelations.

The daylight was well and truly gone, and Sean had been pouring over your rejected grant proposal for hours, trying to figure out why it hadn't made the cut.

He lifted his head off his hand, looked away from the paper and shook himself awake before throwing the folder onto the ground and turning to you with his jaw clenched. "I don't get it, love, it's flawless."

You shrugged. "It's also apparently too client focused. Too much about helping people and not enough about the bottom line."

He rolled his eyes, clearly ready to rant about what the heads of charities really got up to, before he stopped himself. "You're going to go back in there tomorrow and demand he reconsider."

You looked at him for a moment, hoping you'd heard him right. "Yeah, that's not going to happen, I don't even know where to start. I'd go to the CEO, but she's travelling, and he'll get ahead of it before I even try."

He was off the couch like a rocket, marching over to you with a determined look set on his face. "Then we'll practice."

He wrapped his strong hand around your upper arm and dragged you to his home office, letting you go a few feet from his desk before sitting down. "Pretend I'm this finance arsehole, we'll work through it together."

You wanted to protest, to tell him he was being silly, but the look on his face told you that you wouldn't be leaving the room until you did what he asked.

You sighed and threw your hands up. "Fine, but I don't see how this is going to help. I am capable of getting things done, it's just him."

He almost looked offended. "I know that, I've known that since you called Mr Bollen a pompous baboon in the fourth grade."

He paused and smiled softly, that disarming smile you had seen him use so many times before. "Think of me as an empty space, I'm not going to do anything other than sit here so you can bounce your ideas around."

You huffed. "Fine."

You left the room and closed the door, taking a deep breath before knocking twice. "Come in."

You walked in, head held high and back straight like you did that morning, and met Sean's eye, his serious look preventing you from laughing. "Mr. Campbell, I think you should reconsider my grant. The numbers page on page six made it clear that it's doable and…"

Your thoughts left you, and you flopped down onto one of the office chairs. "This isn't going to work."

Sean wasn't put off and reached across the table to grab your hand. "He's not the first pig you've had to deal with, he won't be the last. Now what's tripping you up?"

Sean had a knack for getting information out of people, so there was no point in lying, you just had to say it carefully so no one ended up dead.

It wasn't really that hard to relent with the way he was looking at you, his face neutral but his eyes full of twinkling affection that almost looked more than friendly, it made your heart flutter. "I'm pretty sure I lost the grant because I refused to go to the luncheon. I didn't think the money that could be going to the program should be spent on drinks."

You saw the fleeting glimmer of anger in his sea blue eyes, but it was gone in a flash, and you continued. "This isn't the sixties. He gave the grant to one of his drinking buddies, and it's not going to help anyone, and I can't do this because if I'm alone in a room with that prick, I'm going to hit him."

Sean chuckled and patted your hand lovingly. "Ah, love, you might not want to hear this, but you need to sink to his level." Your eyes went wide, and you stuttered about being unable to do that, but he cut you off. "I'm not talking about blackmail, just let him know that all it would take for him to lose his job is an off hand comment in the lift while the CEO is there."

You sighed, he was right, as always. He took in your look of resignation with a smile and waved his hand. "Well then, up you get. Once we can get through this without that bleeding heart of yours balking, I'll order in from your favourite restaurant."

You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. "Bribery, Sean, really?"

He still hadn't let so of your hand, and his thumb rubbed your skin affectionately. "Only the best for my favourite girl."

****

You were still riding the high of how well it all went when you showed up at Sean's. There was no point in knocking; the Wallace house was your second home, and you practically lived there. You waved to Mrs Wallace as you walked by the kitchen, and she gestured towards Sean's room to let you know where he was.

You rapped on the door, and his voice floated through the wood. "Come in." He grinned when he laid eyes on you and popped up from his small desk to greet you. "You're smiling, so it went well. Tell me everything."

It all came out in an excited flurry, going between telling him what had happened and explaining how the head of finance had squirmed like a coward the more you spoke. Sean's grin only grew until he was close to laughing, accepting your thanks graciously as you wrapped your arms around him.

He could feel your excitement as you spoke and he couldn't find it in himself to let you go as you finally slowed down and it became his turn to speak. "I'm very proud of you y/n." He paused, wondering if the tone of the hug was really changing or if he was just imagining it, but he took his chance anyway. "And it is I that should be thanking you, the way you have handled the last year has been admirable."

He didn't know how to put the rest of his thoughts into words, that you were all he thought of when he was away, that despite being back at the top, he felt achingly lonely when you weren't around, that he's loved you since he was sixteen. He tightened his arms around you and buried his nose in your hair. "I love you."

It wasn't a strange thing for him to say; you said it to each other all the time; it was the way he said it that gave you pause, but you replied nevertheless. "I love you too Sean."

"Not like that." He pulled away from the embrace, but only enough to place his hand on your cheek. "I've loved you since you showed up on my doorstep in that bubble gum pink dress the night of that stupid year ten dance."

It felt like a dream, the way he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears as he gazed at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. "Your mother bought me that dress. It was hideous."

The distance between you got smaller as you both leaned in, and he whispered against your lips. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen." His nose brushed yours, and his other hand left your back so he could hold your face in his hands as you moved yours to his shoulders. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

When his lips found yours, it was like you had the last breath on earth between your lips. Your hands wove into his hair, and you moved in step towards his bed, finally stopping when the backs of your knees hit the edge. You pulled away from each other breathless, his hands moving to your shirt as you spoke. "I knew before you."

He chuckled as he pecked your cheek, his beard brushing your skin as he made his way to your neck. "Is that so?"

"It is." You broke contact only long enough for him to pull your shirt over your head, his polo following as you took in the sight of his bare chest. He was all lean muscle wrapped in pale, freckled skin.

He licked his lips as his eyes raked over your bare skin, then his lips were down your neck to your chest as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "When?"

It was hard to reply with his plump lips sealing around your nipple, but he looked at you through his red eyelashes in a way that let you know that silence wasn't an option. "Two weeks before the dance when that Harrison freak ruined my science project after I turned him down and you punched him."

He smiled against your skin before nipping you, the bite of his teeth sending a shiver up your spine. His lips found yours again as your hands moved to his belt, your fingers played with the buckle for a moment, but it was your turn to smile as you moved your hand down to palm his rapidly hardening cock through his black trousers.

It seemed to be tit for tat with him because he slid his hand down from your rib cage to use his long and dexterous fingers to pop open your pants, dispensing with any teasing so he could graze his fingertips over your bare flesh. Your breath caught in your chest as he slid his fingers through your slit, stopping for a moment to rub your clit before they continued with their nonsense patterns.

He parted from you briefly, his face flushed with lust as you managed to get his pants off and pushed them down enough to get your hand on his cock. He gathered himself enough to look at you like he wanted to swallow you whole and kissed his way to your ear to speak. "We have some catching up to do." With that, his hand left your pants, and he brought his fingers up to his lips to lick you off of them.

The sight was enough to make your knees buckle. "Yes, we do."

His lips were restless as you moved onto the bed to lie on your back, and then he was ripping your bottoms off, underpants and all, before shedding his own. "You're not leaving this bed until midday tomorrow."

His fingers were back on your centre, and the look in his eyes was positively heartstopping, a mix of lust and love that made it feel like your skin was on fire. "That's fine with me."

Fin

@daydreaming-belle

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Part 8: Failure

Summary: You face the consequences of the prank you did last night...

Pairing: Remus Lupin x werewolf student

Warnings : mentions of guiltless, shame , sexual thoughts,teasing, slight praise kink.

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/111652351#main

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Remus stretched his hand on the air and groaned. He had been up all night,he was on watch duty and he was feeling tired. He couldn't even skip given that he had missed more than enough classes because of his condition. So with that thought he had made his way to his class thirty minutes ago , waiting for the many students to arrive.

They were slowly coming one after the other, bidding him good morning and taking their seats. Judging by their faces they seemed anxious. He had to say something to at least try and cheer them up before they started the exam. He stood up from his seat,ran a hand through his hair and moved in the center of the classroom.As he did ,the smell of someone familiar filled his nose. He titled his head and saw none other than you.

You looked tired. He smiled. He didn't want to let this opportunity pass.

"Good morning everyone." He greeted and the class said the same thing in choir. You had taken your seat ,eyes on him. He moved his eyes to yours and smirked." Hope you slept well." You furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and then Remus moved his eyes to the rest of the class." Before we start the exam I would like to let you know that this exam will cover about forty percent of your grade this semester. The exam is not re-doable, I'm sorry to any of the students who missed the exam but I mentioned it last time that I won't be giving second chances." The class groaned in dissatisfaction at the learned info." Come on ,guys." Remus clapped."You've been studying hard.Try not to stress about it ,you can do it. It's just knowledge we've learned. Now let's start,books away,no talking and obviously no cheating unless you want to automatically fail."

<•>

Everyone had put their heads down and was writing. The classroom was enveloped by a comfortable silence but even he could feel the tension in the air. Remus started worrying. If they stressed about this exam, he couldn't imagine how they would feel about their N.E.W.T.S. He couldn't blame them. Hell no one should. They had one incompetent professor after the other. They had worked hard anyway but a student can only go that much in their own.

"Marcus,if you move on more time,I will get your paper and you'll fail. Am I being clear?" He warned when he noticed Marcus bothering one of the Gryffindor students. Marcus just glared at him. Remus shook his head.He took a look around the class and he found the black sheep. You.You weren't writing anything at all. You had closed your eyes and were rubbing your temples.

He had been noticing you for a while.You hadn't written a single thing since Remus handed the students their papers. If you continued to do that ,he would be forced to lower your grade. You were his best student and he didn't want you to fail. But he couldn't show any favoritism by giving you the answers either.

At the end of the class ,when the clock ticked,he had kicked five students out of his class for trying to cheat.

"Alright everyone,quills down. Leave your paper on your desk and you're free to leave."The students left quietly and as he stared gathering the papers one by one, skimming their answers, he felt a bit disappointed. When he arrived at Percy's desk he smiled. Give it to him to have all the answers correct. He couldn't judge just yet tho.He kept collecting the papers and then he froze. You were still here...the only problem was that you were sleeping. You had put your head down on your forearms and your breathing was so light he hadn't even noticed your presence.He rubbed his eyes and pitched the bridge of his nose.

He was sure that you had failed. And when he carefully grabbed hold of your paper he confirmed that theory. The only writing you had done on this exam was only your own name. Remus was staring at your small frame as he bit the inside of his cheek. You had been up all night,he knew. He had smelled you and the Weasley twins the other night when he came across Filch.You had done something he wasn't aware of yet.Knowing that you had no other classes he let you rest there for a bit more as he covered you with his cardigan and made his way to his desk, to start grading the exams.

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You could only see darkness. Your body was hurting but yet for some reason you felt warm and comfortable. You were slowly remembering fragments of last night.The prank. Right. You had done that. Then after that? You couldn't remember. Then an important info came to your mind and you jolted awake.

"Fuck! The exam! I'm late!" You stood up only to feel a sharp pain behind your head,you had slammed it against the wall.You rubbed the back of your head and slowly opened your eyes.Hold up. This wasn't your room.Desks , chairs...

"Good afternoon." You got startled when you heard the familiar voice. Were you dreaming?

"A-afternoon?" You questioned.You moved your eyes to the place where the voice came from.You noticed professor Lupin. Why was he here? No. Why were you here?!

"Yes. Afternoon." He motioned for you to approach him with his middle and idex fingers. You were feeling a bit confused. You stood up and wrapped your jacket around your body to make yourself feel warmer. Your nose twitched. Why did it smell like the man who was waiting for you. You moved your eyes to your body and your breath caught. It was his cardigan! What the hell was going on?

"What's going on?" You asked as you approached him.

"You tell me." He said as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Wait... Afternoon...the exam!"He leaned back on his chair, legs spread and you gulped. When you took a good look at him your abdomen clenched. He had unbuttned two of the buttons of his shirt and had folded his sleeves. His hair was messy and the look he was giving you ...

"You fell asleep." He said as he tapped his hand on his thigh,eyes on you."And I'm not supposed to say anything now ,given that you're supposed to take your results in two weeks...but you failed Y/N. I'm quite disappointed in you."

It fell on you like a fucking bomb and it fucking sting. Bad. You felt like your throat got crushed. Your heart was beating fast.You bit your lip. You knew that your focus should have been on the fact that you have failed yet for some reason what hurt more was his last sentence.I'm quite disappointed in you.You didn't know what to say. You had no excuse to give to him. You cussed yourself internally. You fell asleep!You failed!

"Professor -" you were barely able to form that word." Can I retake-"

"No." He said firmly." I'm sorry Y/N. I said it two weeks ago that I won't have any redoes.Even you are not an exception."

You were biting your lip so hard it felt like you would draw blood. Fuck the Weasley twins and their fucking bright idea of pranking. All those hours you had put into studying...

"The exam covers forty percent of our grade right?" You gulped nervously.

"Yes." He nodded.

"And there's no redoes?"

"I'm afraid not." He titled his head to his right as he stared at you.

"Fuck." You muttered.

"Language." He warned as he stood up and rounded his desk.

"What can I do to make up for the exam? I need the grade..."

The fact that you were a werewolf wasn't enough apparently. You were going to fail. You hoped to get a job ,even with your condition,by having good grades ,but you couldn't even do that anymore... could you?

"What are you willing to do for it?" He was standing in front of you now ,hands on his pockets as he stared down at you. The tone he had used when he had said that...Merlin.What did he have in mind?

"Anything." You said as you met his eyes. Then you felt your body getting warmer, muscles tingling.What the hell was wrong with you?! Anything was quite suggestive...and anything meant anything!

"Anything huh?" He smirked as he took a step further, closing the distance between the two of you."And would you be so kind and tell me what do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what I said professor." You stared at him, trying to keep your cool. You were forming a hundred scenarios to how this would end up.Would he probably be one of those professors who would bend you over his desk , fuck you senseless and then improve your grade?

"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that , darling."Your breath caught. The pet name!He had never called you that.You could hear your heartbeat on your ears.

"There's gotta be a way." Your voice was pleading.

"Oh but there isn't. " He put his hand on your face, thumb resting on your cheekbone while the rest of his fingers rested on your jawline.Your chest tightened as he made you stare at him. "You failed. That's it. Study harder next time and be careful with what you do during your late hours."

Now what the hell did that even mean? Come on... there's no way he knows about you and twins ... right?

"What's that supposed to mean professor?"

"Take it however you want it." He was tracing your jawline with his middle finger moving the letter back and forth. You felt tears forming on your eyes. You hated this. Hated the failure, hated the disappointment. Tears started rolling down your cheeks before you could stop them."Shshsh."He paced his other hand on your cheek and used his thumbs to wipe the tears."It's going to be okay. The patronus charm will cover most of your grade.You're close to perfecting it ,have no worries."

"But that's still not good enough." Your voice trembled.

"There's nothing I can do. You know that."

"Aren't I supposed to be your favourite student?" He smiled softly at that.

"That you are. But I don't think even you would like it if I gave you a good grade only because of that , would you?"

"No." You sniffed.

"That's my girl." He patted both your cheeks with his palms. His girl.His.Jeusus , you loved this man.Probably the feeling will never be reciprocated but this was enough for you.His comforting words ,his comforting touch,hus comforting presence.Before you knew yourself, you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly.

"Scoldings later." You sniffed again when you realised that he was about to say something.He was taken back by your gesture at first but then he sighed heavily before wrapping one of his arms around your waist and placed his hand on the back your head.

"Will taking ten points be enough as a proper scolding?" He teased and you chuckled. "I bet professor Snape would have taken fifty ,so I think I'm being gentle." He pulled back from you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Professor I-" suddenly a knocking sound was heard you both moved your attention to the door. The professor lowered his hand from your shoulder and then flicked his wrist to see the time.

"I'm sorry."He said , looking genuinely sorry."Let's continue this another time , okay?"You nodded. He walked to the door and you made your way to your desk , slowly gathering your stuff . Then your attention got caught by a familiar voice and your stomach clenched.

"Oh. Hey there Y/N!"

"Jen." You nodded weakly at her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as she walked closer to you.

"Y/N was just asking questions about her exam." Interfered the professor."She's about to leave now."

"Quite the sleep you did today Y/N"Jen started laughing. And you felt the sudden urge to beat some sense into her." I swear, we tried to wake you up a few times but you weren't even moving. Thought you died for a moment."

"I'm alive." You forced a smiled as you grabbed hold of your bag.

"Jennifer,come here now. I have appointment with another student after you. Let's not waste time." Said the professor as he took his seat... right...jen took extra lessons.

"Coming professor." She smiled at him then turned her attention on you."Literally." She winked and then made her way to his desk.You were feeling nauseous. You didn't want to leave her with him alone. What if she initiated something..." See you around Y/N."She waved at you and took her seat.

"See you." You waved back."Bitch."You muttered under your breath and made your way to the door.

"Oh and Y/N." Said the professor making you move your eyes in his direction again." I forgot to mention but tomorrow I will be expecting you in my office. Something related to your late night walks... " He let the words linger on the air and then it hit you.He knows.He knows what you did and given that it is evening everyone must have seen the flood and the message. He somehow knows it was you. He smirked as he spoke."Have a good day."

"You too ,professor."

Part 9:

#eventual smut #harry potter #professor remus lupin #remus lupin #remus x you #slow build #eventual relationship #fluff and humor #older man younger woman #professor x student

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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i missed them! honestly this is just fluff no plot no nothing... just our cute baby jisoo and nahyo :)

“you’re tense.”

nayeon’s attention is absorbed on cutting the meat into tiny pieces for jisoo, their baby playing with the cat in the living room. jihyo had been keeping an eye on jisoo, but as nayeon was too quiet, clearly lost in her thoughts, she joined her in the kitchen, wanting to check on her.

“i’m not.” nayeon finishes plating jisoo’s lunch and moves away from the table to get her special fork. jisoo would refuse to eat if she didn’t have her fork with a kitten pattern stamped on it — she had affectionately named it ‘the bbuyo fork’.

“don’t start,” jihyo replies, glancing at jisoo every now and then to make sure she’s alright. she helps nayeon setting the table for them to eat in the meanwhile. “did something happen?”

nayeon sighs, knowing she’d have to tell jihyo soon. she wasn’t actively trying to hide it from her. she couldn’t lie to jihyo at all, incapable of hiding any information from jihyo, but she figured she should make the decision first and only then talk to her.

“there’s this business trip…” nayeon bites her lip, placing the last plate on the table. jihyo makes a quick work of getting their glasses and jisoo’s special plastic cup while nayeon tries to explain the reason why she’s been anxious lately. “i don’t want to go, but i have to.”

“that’s why you’re this tense?” jihyo laughs softly, getting closer to nayeon, massaging her taut shoulders. “we’ve already talked about this. jisoo is old enough now and you’re coming back soon, right?”

nayeon looks at jisoo in the living room, her heart aching at the thought of being away from her baby. while jihyo has been in work trips after they had her, nayeon was the one who would always refuse to stay away from her family, especially because jisoo has never been without her for longer than a day.

nayeon would send other people in her behalf whenever there was a work trip to attend. she wasn’t always required to actually be there, and her workmates could replace her. this time, that wasn’t doable, her presence was mandatory and it wasn’t essentially a short trip.

“it’s an entire week,” nayeon groans, turning around so she could hold jihyo’s waist with both hands, looking at her in the eye. “don’t even tell me you’re going to be fine and that jisoo can wait for me. i won’t be fine! i’ll miss you two like crazy if i go.”

a smile forms on jihyo’s face, the corners of her lips lifting just slightly, and then nayeon can see her teeth.

jihyo is rather amused, truly. she knew nayeon was a big softie, but whenever nayeon reminded her about it, it would never fail to make her feel deeply touched. nayeon loved her and jisoo more than anything, and being away from them was close to cruel.

“but you have to go,” jihyo reminds her of it. nayeon couldn’t escape this time. “we’ll miss you too. and i wasn’t going to say that jisoo can wait because we don’t know that for sure,” jihyo sighs, aware of the fact that her daughter has never been without nayeon before, and a week could be too much. “but we’ll be okay, and you will too.”

“can’t go that long without you,” nayeon whines, her head falling to jihyo’s shoulder. “and what about your work? you’ll have to pick soo up at school every day, what about…”

“nayeon, i’m her mom too. all i have to do is leave work earlier, that’s all. relax, baby,” jihyo kisses nayeon’s cheek, comforting her. “when are you leaving?”

“monday,” nayeon mumbles, her voice muffled on jihyo’s shoulder.

“oh,” jihyo lets out, surprised. “i thought it would take longer… but the sooner you leave, the sooner i’ll have you back.”

nayeon hugs jihyo tighter, already thinking that she’s going to miss being in jihyo's arms while she’s away. perhaps she’s being dramatic, but jihyo doesn’t say it and nayeon knows she won't, but she nearly cries when she thinks about being far from her girls.

there was a small tent in jisoo’s room where she hid candy, her toys and, sometimes, bbuyo — but that’s only when jihyo wanted to give him a bath and he’d run away there, looking to be helped by his little accomplice.

nayeon barely fit there, she had to shrink and hug herself, and be careful not to sit on a toy that could release sound. she’d join jisoo there whenever they had to talk.

jihyo was jealous at times, because they wouldn’t invite her. but it was nayeon and jisoo’s special place, and she understood that they needed their own place for when they wanted to talk about their secrets.

“can i come in?” nayeon asks, outside the tent. jisoo had heard something about nayeon being away and she was silent the entire day.

nayeon gets no response, not even a small hum or a direct ‘no’, but she doesn’t leave, knowing jisoo was there. “i brought gummy bears.”

the bargain is difficult to refuse. jisoo pouts, opening the tent although nayeon could have if she wanted — she didn’t because she’d always respect her baby’s privacy, and if jisoo didn’t want her in, she’d stay outside and wait.

“does mommy know?” it’s the first thing jisoo asks when nayeon comes in and finds a seat for herself, whispering, as if she’s afraid to get caught.

“she gave it to us,” nayeon whispers back. jisoo waits patiently for nayeon to open the package, turning her face away when nayeon tries to give her one of the green ones. “oh, only the red ones, that’s right. i’m sorry, baby,” nayeon laughs softly.

she ends up eating the one she tried to give jisoo. the green ones were truly the worst, but they were still edible. while jisoo eats it slowly, nayeon devours half of the package, leaving the red ones for jisoo.

they don’t talk until they’re done eating. jihyo had purposefully bought a small package, knowing that nayeon would’ve eaten the entire package even if it was one of the big ones, along with jisoo. once jisoo is chewing the last red gummy bear, nayeon starts to talk.

“you heard i‘m going to be away for a while, didn’t you?” nayeon asks, looking at her baby sitting next to her.

nayeon finds it unfair that bbuyo got a third of the tent’s space for himself, but she wouldn’t tell jisoo to move him away, even if her back was starting to hurt from the position she was seated.

jisoo hums quietly. she feels betrayed because her mom hadn’t tell her earlier, but also sad because nayeon would leave her soon. she didn’t know how long it would take, but in her little head it would be years of waiting.

“mama is coming back to you soon,” nayeon promises, caressing jisoo’s head tenderly. “and mommy will be here for you. i’ll call you every day.”

“but i’ll miss you too much.” jisoo pouts, looking up at nayeon with her eyes filled with tears.

as if her entire appearance resembling jihyo’s younger self wasn’t enough, despite her teeth and the freckles that she’d gotten from nayeon, jisoo had also taken jihyo’s unique characteristic of crying too easily.

it’s adorable, and as much as nayeon’s heart aches when she thinks about the reason why jisoo was crying, she can’t help but smile, using her thumbs to move the tears away from her baby’s soft cheeks.

“i wish i didn’t have to go,” nayeon sighs, stretching herself to kiss jisoo’s forehead. her back cracks, the sound of the bone getting stretched making her groan, but it was worth it. “i have a present for you, baby,” nayeon opens the tent just enough to reach outside and grab the plushie she’d left there.

the moment jisoo sees it, she’s suddenly curious, the sad semblance leaving right away. nayeon offers it to her — a baby blue bunny, small enough for jisoo to hug while she sleeps.

“bun!” jisoo grabs the plushie tightly, taking it away from nayeon’s hands. she had a lot of toys already, most of them stuffed animals just like that one, but the bunny became her favorite immediately.

nayeon laughs. “do you like it, baby?”

“it’s like us.” jisoo points at its teeth. she giggles as she crawls out of the tent, leaving nayeon and bbuyo inside. “wanna show it to mommy!”

nayeon thought it would take longer to put a smile back on jisoo’s face — her baby had another personality trait she’d gotten from jihyo, and that was being permanently grumpy.

but she’s more than happy to know jisoo was going to be fine, getting out of that tent as soon as she can, whining in pain when she finally gets up and stretches her legs.

“don’t forget to send me pictures, okay? and i’ll always call before dinner.” nayeon says it for the nth time, on the night before she has to go. “don’t let sana get near you, and…”

jihyo shuts her up with a kiss, lying on top of nayeon on their bed, perched on her lap beautifully.

“i know, nayeon, i know,” jihyo grumbles against nayeon’s lips. “don’t worry about us.”

“how can i not?!” nayeon whines and jihyo pulls away from her lap. she lies down next to her, head tucked into nayeon’s neck. “if anything happens to you when i’m away…”

jihyo huffs. “nothing will happen. besides, it’s not like anything bad would not happen just because you’re here.”

“but if i’m here i can protect both of you.” nayeon pouts, keeping a protective hand around jihyo’s waist. “if you need anything, promise me you’ll call momo and jeongyeon.”

“i promise,” jihyo lets out a heavy sigh, whining and pressing herself against nayeon. “are we done? i just want cuddles!”

nayeon mumbles a small ‘yes’, and before they realize, there’s a knock on the door. jisoo comes in along with bbuyo, and as much as jihyo wants to send her cat away, knowing that she would be sneezing all night long if he stayed in their bedroom, she can’t when jisoo is shyly asking them to sleep there for the night.

bbuyo was her sleeping buddy, he wouldn’t leave jisoo’s side, and jihyo would have to deal with it. the cat was hers anyway, so if her eyes are going to be watery and she’ll sneeze throughout the entire night, it’s all on her.

“want the middle.” jisoo babbles sleepily, making her way between them. she hugs jihyo and demands nayeon to hug her, bbuyo settling next to nayeon’s feet, as if he would miss her too.

“are you crying?” jihyo lets out a chuckle, looking at nayeon in disbelief. “baby, don’t cry.”

“i’m the one who tells you that,” nayeon sniffles, a permanent pout on her lips.

“wanna sleep!” jisoo whines, disturbed in her sleep.

the both of them laugh, all but squeezing jisoo between their bodies. jihyo makes sure to kiss both nayeon and jisoo’s cheeks before she falls asleep — deep inside her heart, she’d miss nayeon way more than she would let nayeon know.

“is it that bad?” jihyo asks, apprehensive. jisoo was too used to nayeon’s food, and now that she had to taste from jihyo’s not-that-great cuisine, she opted to eat the bland vegetables, because that was the only thing jihyo hadn’t overly salted.

“not… good.” jisoo grimaces. jihyo takes a regular fork, tasting the food she’d worked on diligently, and coughs as she swallows it down.

“oh, i’m sorry, baby. this is terrible,” jihyo takes her and jisoo’s plates and throws it into the sink. it’s too late for her to call nayeon and ask her what to cook, and she knows jisoo is hungry. jihyo was a good mom, but cooking truly wasn’t her forte. “how about pizza?”

to that, the answer was more than obvious. (but she calls jeongyeon on the next day and makes her cook the week’s lunch and dinner for jisoo. there was no way jihyo would let her baby eat pizza for seven days straight, and jeongyeon was glad to help.)

“where’s soo?” nayeon asks once jihyo picks up the phone. it was already night and jisoo was sleeping next to jihyo — she has been sleeping in their room all nights after nayeon left, and jihyo didn’t have the heart to take her to her own bedroom.

“she was tired,” jihyo tells her, pointing the camera at the sleeping baby. jisoo held the bunny nayeon gave her tightly, never letting go of the plushie. “she fell asleep while i was giving her a shower. we went out with jeong, momo and the twins today.”

nayeon looks tired, and from what it looks she’s still working, despite the late hour.

“and how are you?” nayeon asks, with no makeup on and her glasses adorning her face. all jihyo wanted was to kiss every freckle on her face, but nayeon was too far away for that, so she sighs, disappointed.

“i’m okay,” jihyo replies automatically. “no, actually, i’m pissed. earlier when we were at the park, jisoo was running and a kid bumped into her. the boy was taller and he could’ve looked before walking into her, but he fell, and his mom kept glaring at me and jisoo as if we were in the wrong! jisoo even apologized by herself, i didn’t have to intervene! that’s how polite my baby is, unlike that kid.”

nayeon tries not to laugh as jihyo explains about the incident, with a frown on her face. jihyo tries to keep it low, not wanting to wake jisoo up, but she can’t help but huff and curse the kid’s mom for causing them trouble. if nayeon was there, she’d definitely kiss her pout away.

“but did jisoo get hurt? she’s a small kid,” nayeon yawns after finishing her question.

“she didn’t. she did fall later on, when she was playing with the twins, but it was nothing that a kiss and a cute band aid couldn’t solve.” jihyo sighs, finding a better position on the bed.

nayeon smiles when jihyo closes her eyes, evidently tired.

“tell her i called,” nayeon reminds her, and all jihyo can do is hum. “i love you.”

jihyo opens her eyes briefly, wanting to look at nayeon one more time before drifting to sleep. “i love you too.”

nayeon works extra hours so she could finish her project and return home sooner.

it’s supposed to be a surprise for jihyo and jisoo, but when she gets home, she doesn’t find them immediately. there’s music coming from outside, and a particular sound that nayeon could recognize from afar. jisoo’s laugh was quite distinguishable.

the first thing she sees isn’t jisoo but jihyo, looking beautiful in her swimsuit. she had been keeping an eye on the kids — the twins were her responsibility for the day, it’s what jihyo had agreed to pay in exchange for jeongyeon cooking jisoo’s meals for the week.

“mama!” jisoo squeals, swimming next to the pool’s border. she could’ve stood and walked, because where she had been was shallow enough, made specially for kids, but she’s too desperate trying to reach nayeon to think about a better way to get out of the pool.

jihyo quickly gets up from her seat and helps her baby get out, the twins following suit. nayeon soon finds herself engulfed in their hug, her clothes getting wet with pool water, and she complains but they don’t let her go.

“you didn’t tell me you were coming,” jihyo scolds her, her heart racing after days without seeing nayeon. “i would’ve picked you up at the airport!”

“i wanted to make a surprise,” nayeon grins, taking jisoo in her arms and patting the twins’ heads. “hey there, bunbun.”

jisoo giggles when nayeon kisses her face repeatedly, jihyo looking at them fondly. all she wanted was to kiss nayeon and show her how much she’s missed her, but that would have to wait until jeongyeon and momo took the twins back and jisoo fell asleep.

“join us in the pool, mama.” jisoo asks, blinking her eyes cutely, a technique she’s learned with nayeon herself. “mommy won’t join us.”

“i did my hair yesterday!” jihyo justifies herself, her bottom lip sticking out slightly and forming a pout. she didn’t join them, but she was watching.

“i’ll go get changed and i’ll be back.” nayeon promises, placing jisoo back on the ground. once the kids go back to the pool, she inches close to jihyo, pressing her lips against hers tenderly. “you look like a trophy wife.”

jihyo laughs, shaking her head. “that’s the least romantic thing you could’ve said.”

“no, it’s not! it’s literally the most romantic thing i’ve told you in a while. you’re my most prized possession.” nayeon keeps going, and jihyo’s eyes widen, not sure if nayeon is joking or not.

“and it keeps getting worse!” she pushes nayeon away, pretending as if her heart isn’t jumping inside her chest. “go change your clothes, your daughter misses you.”

“i will!” nayeon steps back. “but that was romantic!”

jihyo huffs, and when she replies, nayeon is already too far. “it was not!”

#drabble #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #domestic!nahyo #sfw #non rq

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natslilcorner · 19 days

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QSMP EGG FINALE AU

part 3 of this fanfiction + art series

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Around a cracking campfire, in the middle of a forest, eight little eggs sit eating silently.

Leo’s and Pepito’s plan worked perfectly. They saved Ramòn first... barely. The security was tight, and they both almost died. But luckily them being “small” has been proven quiet convenient to avoid and hide from the monsters. Thanks to Ramòn the rescues of their other siblings have been way easier..him deactivating each time the security system helped A LOT.

Leo stares at her sandwich, the air is tense and the guilt in her stomach doesn’t help at all. They haven’t eaten anything since morning, and yet she is not hungry at all. Her and Pepito are the only ones who were lucky enough to say goodbye to their families, while the others woke up confused, with just their siblings around to comfort them. And now they are running away (again), trying to find a way to live freely without the Federation’s shackles around their ankles. And to be able to do that they have to separate from their parents to avoid either party being used as leverage against the other one. But even if they all understand it, it’s still hard to accept it.

They still haven’t talked about plans to how to evade the Federation for good. Should they move hundreds of blocks and make an underground base? Should they try and unlock the nether? Should they-

“How about another world?” Ramòn said between bites. The other siblings look up to him, some confused.

“Fit is from 2b2t, a different reality from this one, and we know there are other people who also are not native from here. And if they were able to come here then there is a way to jump worlds.. so why not try that? It would be way safer than staying in this one..”

Ramòn’s idea is good... sure that would mean to be even farther from our parents... but if we are safe, then they have more freedom to go against the Federation.

“I mean yeah that’s a good idea, but to put it in action is practically impossible. We do not have the means to create that kind of portal. Also from what I read and Dad told me many worlds are invite only, so unless you got a secret patron somewhere I don’t think that’s doable.” Dapper throws a stick into the fire.

“...but...maybe an End Portal. We could use the magic embedded in the End Portal and redirect it somewhere else. Just enough to allow us to jump somewhere else. But those portals are very hard to find, and if the Federation closed off Nether Portals, they most likely did the same to End Portals.”

A couple of frowns looked at Dapper, mainly confused.. others scared.

“I think I heard Uncle Cellbit talking about the End to Mamãe Bagi once... I think it was from when they were in Purgatory, I think?” said Empanada looking up at the sky trying to remember more details.

“Is the End that place where there is no ground... just the void? Because I think Pa also talked about it once. I remember when he was talking about Purgatory and how he was the only one trying to figure out some clues..and how they had to do like a parkour thing to get some information about you guys. ” added Sunny.

“Interesting. That was on Egg Island, though. But then that means there IS one. End Portals are tricky from what I read... they are very powerful so moving such thing would be VERY difficult. Pomme, you and Richas were the last ones that visited Egg Island. Do you think you could take us there?” The little demon looks up her sister. Pomme is sitting a bit far from her siblings, her back against a tree. She is holding her weapon, ready to attack in case something....or someone, comes near.

“Mhh... I do still have the map.. I hid it in one of my secret places. I could even remember the way but only if we start from old spawn, but that is way too far away so the map is the better option. But... Egg Island? Do we need to go THERE?” Pomme brings her legs to her chest, putting her chin on the knees.

Egg Island and Purgatory brought them so much pain.. the idea of going back there..

Silence falls down around the campfire once again. Leo looks at all her siblings.. they look so tired and defeated, and confused. She looks at Chunsik and sees him playing around with the gat strap of his traditional Korean clothing, clearly worried. He looks so little right now.. everyone else had the chance to spend time with their parents and experience the good and the horrors of the Federation and the other parties. She doesn’t blame him for being so quiet, it must be so confusing for him. He just arrived and now has to leave for reasons he barely can understand.

Oh.

Leo watches Empanada giving Chunsik a little chocolate bar she took from her backpack. She knows Empanada has been keeping her sweets close to her. They were one of the last memories she had with her Mama Niki, and yet she still shared it to cheer up her sibling.

Chunsik smiles delighted and takes the chocolate after thanking his sister, then immediately starts munching on it.

She looks around and even if they are all sad and tired, she still sees every each of them loving and caring for each other. Dapper telling Pomme to eat and rest and how he will take guard duty now, Sunny changing the bandage on Ramòn’s wound he got on his arm earlier this morning, Pepito doing faces making Empanada, Chunsik and Ramòn giggle.

“We will be ok.” Everyone looks at Leo, and she smiles.

“It will be hard... and sad...and confusing.. but we will be ok. We are together. It’s not our first rodeo.. but this time we will be the ones deciding what happens next. I’m sorry you were not able to say goodbye.. I feel guilty that we could, and not you. And just so you know... they are very proud of you all. They miss you a lot as well. So I think we should do our best to live so one day we can find each other once again. After all they cannot get rid of us that easily!”

Silence.

“Leo is right... we have to take the route with the best outcome for everyone. Tomorrow I will check the coordinates to where I left the map and we will go there, and after that to Egg Island. I trust you Dapper and Ramòn to find a way to activate the End Portal.” Pomme stands up and sits next to Leo smiling up to her.

“Thank you Leo, and Pepito, for saving us. You both gave us all another opportunity. And I guess thanks to the Bakery Bunny as well.. hope she is safe.”

“Sunny you as well. I’m gonna need your help.” Dapper took Pomme’s place at the tree now.

“Huh?” a confused Sunny looks at him. “Me? I mean I can help resource gathering of course..” “No, I mean yeah, but I meant with the portal, we will most likely do some create machinery to make sure the portal works, and since you always supervised closely Tio’s machinery we will need your help as well.”

Sunny’s eyes get watery thinking about his Pa and all the memories she had of them working together on create, but she quickly fixes her sunglasses and straight up her back smiling. “Yes! I will do my best!”

Dapper relaxes against the tree and looks up to the sky. He is getting excited. He always wanted to mess around with portal travelling, but the limitations from the Federation imposed on him always stopped him. But now? Now he can REALLY do whatever he wants. And he will make the Federation regret it.

“Since we are talking...I have to let you guys know about something.” Ramòn catches everyone’s attention once again. “I’m leaving.”

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

#nj's qsmp egg finale au #nj draws #qsmp #qsmp leonarda #qsmp pepito #qsmp pomme #qsmp dapper #qsmp chunsik #qsmp sunny #qsmp empanada #qsmp ramon #qsmp fanart #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp eggs #qsmp art #im sleepy

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orii-blogs-stuff · 2 months

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“I will be the Minister of Communication and Information as I have been working with the Geibes on introducing new industries to our Duchy, so it’s only logical for me to become Minister of Communication after my contributions.” Were they supposed to add a ‘why’ now when explaining which Ministry they wanted to be a part of?!

“Understandable, Maria is Culture… Harry is Technology… Riya?”

“Environment.” Riya said almost immediately, “I’ll be perfect for the job because I’m very passionate about Geography.” Was that a good explanation? Or maybe she should have said more? Should she continue or will they start to give her looks for talking too long? What if she-

“Very well.” Jayden said, cutting her off mid-thought, “Max?”

“I… Don’t know.” Max said, “Law and order maybe?”

Jayden was quiet. “... Ok.” He said after a bit of thinking, “That is doable, Deb?”

“Finance Minister?” Deb said, sounding unsure. “I am good with money and I took the commerce stream in class nine and ten.”

“Right.” Jayden said as his attendants noted it down. “Remaining is Commerce and Industry Ministry and Education, Leo?”

“Uh… Education?” Leo said.

“And that leaves the Commerce and Industry Ministry for Sally.” Jayden said. “Right, now that’s out of the way. We will now be discussing the Archduke Conference.” His attendants handed out papers to everyone. “Last year the war had just ended, so the Archduke conference was only a day-long, this year we will be having the normal seven-days-long Archduke conference.”

Seven days?! “That’s so long!” Riya couldn’t help but exclaim, “What will we be doing for so long?!”

“I was getting to that.” Jayden said, making Riya shrink back as she felt all the eyes on her. Jayden cleared his throat. “The first day is reserved for introductions, marriages and death ceremonies, as well as the odd Prince or Princess debut ceremony.” Jayden paused, letting them all soak up the information.

‘ So it’s a bit like what happened the last time? ’ Riya thought to herself, that sounded easy enough, also she did was sit and clap politely.

“There will be a lunch and dinner as well as a Ball where there will be a lot of socialising involved.” Jayden warned. “Remember, from the minute we step foot in the Sovereignty, everything’s a power play. Everything . The lunch and dinner being served will be provided by the Sovereign cooks, showing off their superior cooking skills, the Ball is where the main socialising occurs for Day One and when the invitations for the next few days of tea parties will be handed out. Everyone will be advertising and showing off what their Duchy can do, like the Interduchy Tornament. The Archduke Conference is the only time the three-day rule for inviting people to socialise isn’t followed because all Aubs are expected to be ready for socialising, understand so far, everyone?”

There were many ‘Yes’s and ‘Ya’s going around.

“Good, on Day Two the Duchy that is the First Duchy will be expected to lend their chefs to make Breakfast for everyone, including the Sovereign Nobles that will be attending, Last time we came First so if that happens again, we’ll be expected to provide everyone meals for Breakfast. From this day the tea parties will start.”

Would she be expected to attend tea parties with Nobles from other Duchies? The very thought made Riya’s body shake in fear. Talking to people! Her ! The last time she did that she called Eherenfest’s Archduke’s Mother ‘unfit to be a Laynoble’s third wife’! She can’t possibly go to tea parties.

“Raise your hands those who will be fine with attending such tea parties.”

There were a number of hands that went up, Deb’s, Shuu’s, Melissa’s and Maria’s. “Right.” Jayden said. “You four and I will try to accept any and all invitation for tea pirates with Archdukes of Harmonia, if anyone else accepts the invitations they will obviously have to go because to not go to a tea party your invited to is rude but we’ll make sure one of us five will also go, understood?”

Again a round of agreement.

“Good. The Fourth day is a ‘rest day’ where no socialisations will take place other than a Ball at which, again, everyone will be receiving invitations to the next round of tea parties and Day Seven is when we all go home, understood?”

‘Yes~’

“Ya~”

“Uh huh.”

Riya was sweating the entire time, she did not want a repeat of what happened the last time…

“Good.” Jayden said. “With that I conclude the meeting.”

OOO

Riya was internally screaming, she seemed to be doing that a lot nowadays.

You see, she had a little problem called figure-out-how-many-departments-and-workers-her-Ministry-needed-and-submit-the-report-to-Deb-by-fruitday.

‘ Ok ok ok… ’ She thought to herself, ‘ I’m going to need a department for Forest and wildlife conservation… ’ Because those two were very important, widespread deforestation was no joke after all! And since they were expecting to industrialise, habitat loss for wild animals was also a problem because hungry animals could be forced to come near human settlements looking for food spooking residence and might accidentally kill a lot of people… Next was a Botanical department because knowing what plants were in their Duchy was a good idea which could help them further develop the duchy (they might even find some interesting medicinal plants) so that was another department… Next was the Census… Census was very important and could be used to conduct surveys and help implement policies in the future so that was also a department… Pollution control… Did they need a whole department just for pollution control? Pollution wasn’t a big deal yet so that should take a back seat for now… So was tourism… Most of the Duchies were too war torn for tourism…

They also had a large river flowing through the Duchies didn’t they? Flooding was no joke so they probably needed a department for that… Or could she put it under the Forest and wild- Nah. River needed it’s own department, or should she lump that in with the Study of Climate department? Maybe she should, climate and rivers were kinda closely related after all. She also needed a department to keep and update maps. Survey of Harmonia! What a perfect name! She probably also needed a department for Rural and Urban development and transportation development.

Anything she was forgetting?

No?

Well then… that meant she had… Six departments in her Ministry… Wasn’t a bad number… Now she needed to figure out how many workers she needed so she could calculate the budget for next year…

Let’s see. Ideally she would need a Head for each department and… Deputy? Vice-deputy? Someone who could step up and take charge when the Head of the department was unavailable.

Should she get at least one person from each Geibedom for each department? That wasn’t a bad plan, those from their home geibedoms are the ones who truly knew what was going on in their geibedoms and what they needed to do to fix it.

Riya started to calculate how much money she needed, the minimum wage for a Noble here was one point five million lions (monthly) so about fifteen large silvers monthly if each department had fifty workers (starting off small was a good idea, she could add more workers when necessary) and about three hundred commoners for each department (adjust if and when needed, even commoners need money to feed their families), each commoner’s wage here was about one lakh but that felt too small with the recent inflation so two lakhs? About two large silvers per commoner so in total she needed two hundred and sixty-five million lions or about two hundred and sixty-five small golds per month… So thirty-one point eight large gold coins a year… that was excluding other expenses like paper and ink and other infrastructure she couldn’t remember right now…

Puting the total cost at fifty large golds a year…

Riya stared at the paper, there was no way their present government would be able to cough up so much money… Not with the recent war anyways, with all the other departments also needing a similar amount of money (or for some departments, even more) there was a chance her department might not receive the funds it needs…

She needed to think up a solution for this, and fast, before the Budget date arrived.

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