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Talk To Me // James Potter x Fem!Reader

Part 1 // Part 2

Summary: It had been three weeks since you'd spoken to James. Three long weeks since emotions were subtly revealed, you weren't sure how long you could go without seeing him. However, will a Quidditch accident draw you both back together or push each other apart?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, ANGST (!), depression, arguing, injury/blood, ex-friends w/benefits to lovers, kinda love triangle, mutual pining, kissing, confrontation, fingering, praise kink, happy ending

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During your second year at Hogwarts, James had accidentally dyed your hair bright green, and you'd given him the silent treatment for a shocking 6 hours before he found you in the corridor, his hair a matching shade of green. The two of you laughed about it until tears were streaming down your cheeks. The had been the longest the two of you had ever gone without talking or being mad at the other.

Until now.

Three weeks ago, you and James had a potentially friendship-ending argument. It all started weeks before; James had finally secured a date with his long-term crush, Lily, but, in his haste to make sure he was perfect for the date, he admitted to you that he'd never kissed another person. Being the good friend that you were, you offered to teach him.

This was your first mistake. Blurring the lines between friendship and physical relief broke down the barriers around your heart, and as the lessons continued, you found James on your mind, filling your stomach with butterflies. It all came to an end, however, after you both admitted feeling jealous of the other but couldn't take that step to secure any form of relationship other than friendship due to Lily, so after an emotional quickie in the spare room at the Hog's Head, you decided to walk away altogether.

Three weeks didn't seem like much time at all in the grand scheme of things. But to you, it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of faking smiles to your other friends, ignoring questioning stares and conversations about why you and James weren't talking to one another. Pretending that everything was okay was slowly and intricately destroying your soul. You were slowly running out of shadows and quiet corners to cry when the others weren't looking.

It had been so long now that there was even a silent routine between you and James. He'd rush to breakfast in the morning, eat and leave before you slowly trudged your way there. During classes, you'd be at the front and he at the back, running away before you had even collected your bag to leave. Then there was the downtime, usually the Shrieking Shack or the Common Room, where you'd relax and unwind, but now the library had a special place in your heart or your bed.

Many whispers had spread about why the two of you had suddenly stopped being the inseparable force you once were. Even teachers had questioned you as to why you were distancing yourself from Potter. Every time it was discussed, a shrug of your shoulders and an 'it's none of your business later', the conversations were dropped.

Every second of every day, you would plaster a fake smile onto your face and pretend everything was okay, but in reality, you were cursing yourself for ever letting your emotions dictate your friendship. You missed James so much that it felt like you'd lost your shadow, like something you had become so used to being at your side that the moment it wasn't there anymore, you never realised how lonely life could be.

Then, of course, there was Lily, who tried her utmost to support you and vigorously questioned James at every opportunity about why he had hurt you. Even after insisting that it wasn't the case (it was, but she didn't need to know the specifics), she still couldn't comprehend why the two of you had suddenly stopped talking.

You were worried that it was beginning to affect the relationship that had been building between James and Lily, which also was why the breakdown between you and James had occurred. However, Lily insisted that everything was fine between the two of them.

You'd never been in love before; you were pretty damn sure that what you were feeling was close to it because you were just about ready to give it all up and apologise to James just to have him back in your life. Even if that meant having to watch his relationship with Lily blossom into more, you just wanted him back in your life. However, you still need to work up the courage to do this.

They say that time is the greatest healer, but right now, time is kicking your ass and making everything feel worse. Precisely as the weekends rolled around. Where did you go? Where could you hide? 

"Why don't you come along to the match later?" Lily urged from where she had perched at the edge of her bed opposite yours.

You were facing her from where you lay on your bed, spooning your pillow and ignoring the rest of the world outside of the dormitory doors. "Who's playing?" you asked in a thickly croaky voice from its lack of use.

Lily paused for a second, knowing the answer probably wasn't what you wanted to hear as she confirmed, "Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff".

"No thanks", you say tiredly, closing your eyes and deciding that you could sleep all weekend instead.

Lily's bed creaked as she moved to sit beside you instead, pulling the pillow from your grip and gently pushing against your shoulder so you shuffled backwards, making room for her to lie beside you.

"Well, if you aren't coming because of a certain Marauder, maybe it's better that he'll be playing. At least you won't have to talk to him or stand in the crowd with him during the match and after, he'll be celebrating with the others anyway".

Thinking it over, you already knew from the determination in Lily's forest green eyes that she wasn't going to back down from this conversation until you had opted to go, so with a lazy shrug of your shoulders, you agreed to join, "But only if I can skip the after party".

Lily sighs, already springing out of bed, "Thank Merlin for that. I was worried I'd have to jinx you to get you out of this bed. No offence, love, but moping around and feeling sorry for yourself doesn't suit you. I want my bad bitch friend back, the one who doesn't care what others think as long as she's having a good time. That's all that matters".

Her encouraging words bring a smile to your face as you sit up with a bit more enthusiasm. "You're right; we can still have fun, can't we?"

"That's the spirit!" Lily cheers as she begins to layer her body for the crisp, cool weather outside. However, as she wrapped the red scarf around her neck, she paused and looked at you sceptically. "I don't support. Can I convince you to talk to me about what's going on? I've hardly seen James in weeks, so I can't get any information from him. I've even tried to get the information from Sirius, but he's just as confused as everyone else. It seems out of nowhere for you both to be giving each other the silent treatment."

Attempting to keep your face neutral at hearing that Lily and James' potential relationship was being affected was more complicated than you'd thought. Guilt panged in your stomach, filling it with an unnatural heaviness as you realised that a speck of hope had filled your heart at this news. However, it all diminished as you realised that if anything had happened between you and James, it would have done so much by now. He had made no effort to talk to you, and the same depressive cycle was still rotating around.

Lily sighs, having watched the emotions spiral across your face. Reaching over to warmly hold your hand, she insisted, "Listen, you don't have to tell me what's happened, but I need you to know that whatever it is, you know I'm always going to be your friend, and I don't want you to feel alone either so whenever you're ready. I'm here for you".

Even though her words were comforting, they only made you feel worse and reminded you of just how bad of a friend you were. There was no way you could tell her you'd been seeing James, even if it had been disguised as teaching and that he and Lily weren't officially dating yet; it still felt like a betrayal.

Squeezing her hand back and not being able to find the words to say, Lily filled the silence with her sarcastic words. "Right anyway, up you get and go and shower. You're starting to smell as bad as the boys, and we'll head to the pitch".

You tearfully laugh at her words and clamber out of bed.

With your arm linked with hers, it was refreshing to be outside for once, but the nerves remained regardless, even if you had plastered a fake smile onto your face and began to cheer with the rest of the crowd without a care in the world. It was simple to watch Quidditch whilst trying not to look for James; you'd resorted to starting at the goals on either end and waiting for the points to add up.

About half an hour into the game, a boisterous shout came from Frank Longbottom behind you as he bellowed, "Come on, Potter, what's taking you so long!"

Only then did you notice he'd flown so close to the crowd that you looked to your right and saw James hovering on his broom only a few meters away, his brows furrowed in concentration as he searched from the golden snitch.

Without missing a beat, he lifted his middle finger and pointed it toward Frank, a smile spreading across his handsome face that soon faltered as he followed the direction of the finger, and his eyes solemnly turned to you, noticing your presence for the first time.

The hand lowered as you both seemed to be caught in a breathless staring content, not wanting to look after. It had been the closest you'd been to one another in three weeks. The want, the need, the ache of missing him returned full force, and even though you wanted to look away, you couldn't. It was like an elastic band was tied between the two of you, not allowing the other to tug or stretch away.

It was only as a blur of darkness appeared over James' shoulder that a different sort of urgency overcame you as you screamed his name in warning. "JAMES!" however, there was no time to warn him adequately as the impending bludger collided with the side of his head, knocking him unconscious, and his body slipped from the broom, hitting the sides of the stands before tumbling to the ground.

You moved on instinct, pushing past the bodies surrounding you at the moment of collision, not even waiting to see if his fall was a cushion or caring that students couldn't go onto the pitch mid-game. You frantically sprinted down the stairs, ignoring the pain flaring in your lungs and calves from the sudden exhaustive exercise and then you were on the grass.

It felt as if your heart was going to stop beating when you saw James lying unmoving on the pitch; you weren't even aware that you were screaming and pleading his name as you ran to his side just as Sirius ungracefully landed on James' opposite side.

The two of you rolled him onto his face, and as you released an almighty sob, Sirius mumbled, "Holy Shit", as he pried the smashed glasses from his face, carefully trying to make sure no further glass had embedded into his face.

There was so much red on his head and face, but also down his arm and side where he'd collided with the stand, ripping the clothes and scraping the skin beneath.

Without thinking, you pressed your hand to the side of his face, ignoring the warm wetness that flowed from his injuries, staining your fingers as you pleaded, "James, please wake up. Can you hear me?"

"There's so much blood", Sirius whispered in shock as he began to try and wave his wand over the injuries to try and stem the bleeding.

"James, I really need you to wake up! Please, it's me, I'm here – I'm sorry," it was your turn to whisper as you leaned over his body, your face now over his, the tears dripping down your cheeks falling down onto his, causing little rivering paths in the blood on his face.

Thankfully, hope came in the sign of a deep groan from the man beneath you, his eyelids fluttering as they fought to open. "James, can you hear me? Please open your eyes, I need to know you're okay".

James opened his eyes, the hazel having never appeared so bright before even if they were unfocused, and he blinked in confusion. "You're here?" he asked, trying to raise his injured arm, but all it did was twitch awkwardly beside Sirius, so you quickly grabbed the other hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Yes, I'm here, it's me. Try not to talk; I need you to save your energy and stay awake. Everything will be okay".

"You're really here? With me?" James asked, still staring but not really seeing anything.

"Yes, I'm here. So is Sirius; you scared us, you know that, right?" you tried to joke, but it just came out sounding desperate.

"I missed you", he drawled tiredly, his words becoming slurred as his eyes dropped, so you gently patted his wet cheek.

"Hey, please don't fall asleep; you've had a big knock to your head. I need you to stay awake. I need you to listen when I say I've missed you too".

James smiles as his eyes look like they're searching over your face, but you know it is probably a blur without his glasses. "Love…" then his eyes closed and didn't open again.

You and Sirius stayed in silence for a breath. You weren't sure of his following words, whether it was just a pet name or something more, but as Lily and the other Gryffindors, as well as the teachers, finally arrived to help, you tried not to overthink it as you took plenty of steps back to allow him the help he needed.

However, a firm hand around your upper arm had you pulled away out of earshot of the others as Sirius furiously looked down at you, "What the fuck happened between you two?"

You couldn't think straight, only answering him with a shake of your head as you stared at the redness beginning to dry on your hands. Sirius took a deep breath, trying to calm his manner before speaking again. "Whatever it is,  it shouldn't have taken him to look like this for you to talk to him or him to talk to you. I hate seeing my friends like this; the world is dark, and you can't let these emotions get in the way. Whatever the emotions are. I need you both to be okay".

James was carried to the hospital wing just as Hufflepuff caught the snitch and won the game. You'd remained a step behind the rest of the group of teammates and friends, feeling numb and broken as everyone kept talking about the brutal fall James had experienced. Once in the hospital wing, everyone was escorted away by Madam Ppomfrey, who declared that she couldn't tend to her patient with the entirety of Gryffindor watching over her shoulder, which gave you ample opportunity to go to the dormitory and sit in the shower until your fingers had pruned from the amount of time spent in the water.

Gryffindor Tower was remarkably quiet that evening, most deciding to have an early night in. You, on the other hand, were wide awake, stuck between whether you should visit him or not, but in the end, as the sun had set, you realised there was no way you could sleep without making sure he was okay first.

Playing with the edges of your sleeve as you approached his bed, you halted as you heard a soft feminine voice, then noticed that Lily was next to James, holding his hand, and you cursed yourself. Of course, she would be here; why wouldn't she?

Lily had heard your footsteps and turned her head, standing when she saw you'd joined before looking down at James, who hadn't blinked once since he saw you enter the room; he now had glasses on and bandages crossed over his right arm and bare chest. A bandage also wrapped around his head, half covering his hair, but the scratches and cuts still peaked from beneath and travelled down his cheek from where his glasses had cut his skin.

As you stepped further into the room, you could sense something in the atmosphere but couldn't quite name the feeling. Lily glanced at James, who finally looked away from you to her. They shared a smile that had you turning away.

"I hope you're feeling better soon, Potter. And don't forget about next week", she reminded lightheartedly, and your chest tightened. "I'll leave you two to talk".

Finally looking away from the crack on the floor, you saw that Lily was giving you a bright smile, her eyes twinkling as she stopped next to you, her fingers gripping onto yours as she leaned close to whisper, "We have lots to talk about, but you're still my best, don't forget that".

Confused by her words, you watched her leave before turning back to James. There had never been a moment you had ever felt awkward whilst in the presence of James, but as you stood there playing with the edges of your sleeves, you were at a complete loss for words.

"Madam Pomfrey said there was nothing she could do; I'm stuck like this" James finally broke the tension with an awkward shrug of his shoulders, his eyes wide and full of disdain.

Your breath caught in your throat, "Nothing she could do? Wha-What for? Is it your head? Your arm?" you ask whilst taking an unsteady step towards him, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear.

James shook his head, a glimpse of a smile beginning to turn at the corner of his lips, "She said there was nothing she could do for my handsomeness, that I was going to be stuck with this pretty face for the rest of my life. She's just as gutted as I am", he finished with a shit-eating grin, showing his straight teeth.

Breathing heavily out of your nose, you drop your head to hide your smile, "You're such an idiot", you say lightheartedly.

"I know", he responded in a more serious tone. "A big fucking stupid idiot who misses his best friend".

"I've missed you too", you say, rushing to his side, sitting close to his bandaged arm, taking his hand delicately and relaxing as his thumb brushed against the back of your knuckles.

"I'm sorry", you both speak simultaneously and then lightly chuckle. You admire your joined hands, hating the way that your heart feels that it looks so right to be holding his hand. When had you become so infatuated with him?

"This entire situation had become such a mess", you admitted, still not looking him in the eyes.

"I know," he agreed solemnly, still squeezing your hand. Finally, your eyes flick up to his, and you release a slow breath, seeing his eyes are focused and entirely on you, the caramel flecks in his eyes shining brighter than ever. James tried to sit up further in the bed, attempting to hide a wince that you noticed immediately before collapsing back into the pillow and looking at you sadly. "Tell me how to fix things between us", he implored. "I can't keep going without you there every day".

"I don't know", you admit whilst watching his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose and without thinking, you reach forward to push them back to normal; however, your fingers linger in the air before settling on cupping his cheek, brushing against the side that wasn't injured.

James sighed, closing his eyes to lean into the touch, but then his following words had dread stiffening your spine, the sensation of ice being poured over you as he admitted, "I told Lily everything".

You're standing and moving away before you can even gasp the word, "What?!"

James looked at you in alarm, trying to sit up again and failing, swearing up his breath as he grabbed his side. Seeing him in pain, you rush back to his side, gently push him back into the bed and tell him to stop moving. Only when he finally stopped breathing hard and had drank the green potion that was on his bedside table for pain relief did you confirm with him, "When you say you told her, how much exactly?"

"Everything. I had to. It was eating me up and getting between us; I couldn't let it keep going on; I thought I was going insane with guilt".

"What did she say?" you asked tentatively.

"Honestly? She suspected something was going on, but not quite what was actually happening. Well, to be truthful, she found it funny that you'd been teaching me all these sex things to potentially use on her and couldn't comprehend that the popular James Potter hadn't kissed anyone before, let alone anything else" You rolled your eyes at his words but remained silent, waiting to hear more. "I've been pushing her away since that first date, especially over the last three weeks. This gave her something to be suspicious of, I'd been after her for years, and the moment there was a chance, I could hardly talk to her. I think my mind and heart was preoccupied".

The sincerity in his eyes had you leaning closer, taking his hand once more. "What happens now, then? Does she hate us?"

"No, I don't think so. Evans is such a bloody good friend. She congratulated me on admitting how I felt for you before slapping me on my good arm for being an idiot and letting this silent treatment go on for so long".

You couldn't help but giggle at your friend's fiery reaction, but then his words dawned on you. "And how do you feel?"

His gaze softened as his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. "I need to tell you something", he finally admitted, and your first thoughts were the one word he mumbled whilst half unconscious on the quidditch pitch.

"Don't say something you're going to regret, Potter".

"I'd never regret it. I've never done anything like this before, but I know I can't ever not have you in my life. These last three weeks have been, frankly, fucking shit. I haven't been able to sleep, I can't concentrate in class or during quidditch practice, I feel like I'm missing a part of me".

"That's how I've felt too", you admitted hopefully, leaning closer. James released a slow breath, hearing that you felt similar to how he had.

"I want you to be mine", he desperately asked before closing his eyes and shaking his head like he hadn't meant to say that but couldn't help himself. "It's just that it's probably too soon, I mean, obviously, with Lily, people might get confused- I don't want- I mean, I do want, I-".

You'd never before seen James stumble over his words. There was one thing that he was and that was confident and somewhat arrogant so to see him struggling to form the correct sentence had the anxiety melting away and your face leaning forwards until your lips softly pressed together. His mumbling stopped instantly as he relaxed into the kiss, taking a second to simply close his eyes and be in the moment.

The restraint he held smashed into a thousand pieces, however, as his hand came up to cradle your cheek, pulling you even closer, his lips pressing with more urgency and needy as you whimpered into the caress. Your hands raised to wrap around his neck, being careful of his bandages as you moved.

As you both kissed, you couldn't help but think back to all those weeks ago when James was experiencing his first kiss with you, and now you were the one clinging to him, breathless and dizzy with need.

His soft lips moved and opened, deepening the kiss further but then pulled back an inch so that he could finally say against your mouth, "I'm so fucking in love with you". You pressed your body and lips firmly against his, burning with emotion and desire as you desperately pleaded the words back to him in between kisses.

You needed him, body, mind and soul. You were gripping onto the patch of unbandaged hair like it was your lifeline, just as he was doing to your face with his left hand. Then it all came crashing down as a stern cough came from the bottom of the bed.

You both pulled away from one another so swiftly that you tripped over your own feet and nearly caused his bedside table to crash over. Still, you quickly rectified your mistake just as James covered his lap with the pillow behind his head, hiding the apparent bulge that had hardened as Madam Pomfrey looked between the two of you with her lips pursed.

"Well, it seems you're recovering quite well, doesn't it, Mr Potter?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

James coughed awkwardly and then grinned cheekily, shrugging his good shoulder, "Well, I didn't injure my mouth now, did I?"

You glared at his cocky reaction, mortified that you'd just been caught making out by a teacher. "Sorry, Madam Pomfrey, I was just leaving", you answered whilst still staring daggers at James, who frowned at your words.

"No, you weren't. Actually, she's here to help me apply that salve you gave me for the cuts" he nodded toward the clear tub next to his bed. "I'm sure there are plenty of other things you'd rather be doing than rubbing my back, Madam Pomfrey".

You could have screamed at James' blatant sass. The Matron looked towards the ceiling of the hospital wing and sighed, "I don't get paid enough to deal with your sass, Mr Potter. You both have 15 minutes and then the hospital wing is closed to all visitors. Do I make myself understood?" When you both nodded eagerly, she finally began to move away. She stopped, looking pointedly at James, who looked at her with big, innocent eyes. "Might I remind you, Mr Potter, that any extracurricular activities will tear open the wounds I have just closed, and I have an excellent hearing".

Your face burned with embarrassment, but James took it in his stride, pretending to look innocent, "I don't know what you mean, Madam Pomfrey? I'm sure I won't tear any stitches with hand holding".

The Matron rolled her eyes before walking off to her office at the door at the end of the room. Once alone again, you couldn't help but curse at James, who laughed with his head tipped back, removing the pillow to see the bulge still evidently there. "James, you bloody idiot! That was mortifying!"

Sitting on the side of the bed, you held his uninjured hand in one of yours and then reached for the clear tub of salve in the other. "So how do I apply this? Does it need to go everywhere?" you asked curiously.

However, James didn't answer and removed his hand from yours. Instead, he moved it to the waistband of your jeans, especially to the button, and quickly undid it with a simple flick of his fingers. You gripped said fingers tightly, nearly dropping the tub and looking at him sharply. "James, what the fuck are you doing? Did you not just hear her? Your wounds could open again, and might I remind you that she's just at the end of the fucking hall!" you whispered at the end of the sentence harshly as he continued to look at you nonchalantly.

"You'll just have to be quiet then," he shrugged, trying to return his fingers to the zipper of your jeans, but you halted his movements again.

"James, no! I'm not having you become more injured!" you insisted.

James rolled his eyes. "This hand isn't injured, is it? All you need to do is sit on my fingers; it's not exertive, right?"

Heat flushed through your entire body at his words as you bit your lip, subtly attempting to cross your legs to squeeze your thighs together. "We- We still can't!"

"Why not?" he asked, and you couldn't quite answer as all you could think about was his fingers inside of you. When you didn't say anything, he continued with his voice lowered, "I've been craving to touch your body for three long weeks; I thought I'd lost you forever. I've finally got you back, and I know we have lots to talk about, but right now, all I can think about is your beautiful cunt and my fingers getting to touch it. My team lost their first game of Quidditch since I joined, I'm sore and fragile, are you really going to say no right now?" he blinked rapidly in a pleading manner with his best puppy dog eyes impression.

You giggled under your breath before releasing a slow breath, looking him deeply in the eyes before moving a little closer, uncrossing your legs and letting go of his hand.

"Thank Merlin", he pleaded thankfully as his finger moved back to the waistband of your jeans. "Remember to stay nice and quiet for me, Sweetheart, okay? Once I'm out of here, we can talk properly, but in the meantime, I just need to touch you".

You couldn't talk anyway as your thoughts were wholly overtaken with lust as you felt and watched his fingers touch the bare skin of your tummy as he pushed his left hand further beneath your jeans and then into your underwear. Your breath hitched as you unconsciously spread your legs whilst holding onto his forearm as the tips of his fingers grazed your labia.

Teasing beneath, he sucked in his own breath before muttering, "Already so wet for me. Has she missed me?"

"Yes", you whispered, looking up into his face, noticing a natural blush now coloured his cheeks as he licked his lips. Biting the inside of your cheek to remain quiet, your hips rocked forward as his middle finger finally stroked your clit, causing it to throb and your pussy to clench with need. Circling it slowly, he spread your juices over the sensitive nub before lowering two fingers to ease into your eagerly awaiting hole.

Your eyebrows furrowed from the subtle stretch of taking his two fingers past the first and second knuckle before stopping and allowing your body to accustom to the sensation. "I've missed this", he admitted as he began to rock his fingers in and out, hardly even blinking with how he watched your emotions flicker across your face.

You were concentrating so hard on trying not to make a noise that you hadn't realised how firmly you were holding onto James' forearm, but he never complained.

In and out, the fingers moved, slowly inching deeper until nearly the entire digits were consumed in your cunt, and the heel of his palm was pressed firmly against your swollen clit. "There she is", James praised as he began to curl his fingers whilst rubbing his palm against your bundle of nerves, causing your eyes to widen and mouth to drop open in silent pleasure.

Quickly covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to cover your soft gasps as you continued to look into James' hungry eyes. The only noise that could be heard was the squelch of your wetness and the rapid breathing from James.

A noise at the end of the hall had you both pausing as a candle flicked from movement outside of the hospital wing. The door was right there; anyone could walk in, including Madam Pomfrey and yet James didn't stop; he was a feral man in need of feeling you cum; he wasn't even sure he'd stop if you were both caught.

Your body was beginning to tremble with how good his hand felt, and you wished you could repay the favour, even glancing over to the noticeably throbbing bulge beneath the thing sheet, but then he shook his head.

"Not tonight. Let me just feel you. Come on, Sweetheart, I know you're holding back. I want you to cum on my fingers; you can do it", he pleaded, his digits continuing to curl right into that beautiful spot that had the tightness in your abdomen coiling until you were on the very edge of bliss.

Your thighs clamped around his hand as you held your breath, dropping your hand to grip the blanket across his lap, leaning your forehead against his as you sweetly moaned, "James", ever so quietly under your breath.

"Fuck yes, Sweetheart, that's a good girl, taking my fingers so well", James praised as you came all over his fingers, soaking his hand and your panties further. He didn't stop the press of his palm or the curl of his fingers until you were sated, half slumped against his chest, completely relaxed.

Carefully he pulled his hand from your underwear and began to greedily suck the juices that soaked his hand. Watching him obscenely roll his eyes back and moan at the taste, you couldn't deny the intense arousal that pulsed in your cunt once more, but instead o acting on these emotions, you hastily had to button up your jeans as Madam Pomfrey's office door opened.

Standing on unsteady legs, you tried to ignore the MAtron as she approached. Leaning forward, you kissed James quickly on the lips. "I'll come and visit you in the morning", you say in a rush, not being able to look Madam Pomfrey in the eye as you pass her, trying to walk as normally as possible.

"I'll be counting down the seconds until you're here", James shouted after you with a deep chuckle. Just as you exited the hospital wing, you could hear James ask the healer, "Looks like I do need your help after all with the salve. Unfortunately, we both got so lost in each other's eyes we simply forgot".

You tried not to release the laugh until, further down the corridor yo,u heard the heavy sigh of Pomfrey in response.

Things were sure to be stranger for a while, and now alone once more, you realised that you needed to go and speak to Lily about everything. At least you had James back and hoped that what he had said was true and that Lily would understand.

[cutedice]

that one zoro and law one where the reader wakes them up but now its them waking the reader up (revenge or just on accident is up to you)

((Eesh it's been a couple months since that one. It feels like it wasn't too long ago though. Thank you for requesting!!))

When They Wake Their S/O Up

Characters: Zoro, Law Warnings: None, fluff! Part 1: here

Everything is GN!

ZORO

- He didn't mean to wake you up.

- He's all for not getting bothered during his own naptime, so he wasn't about to bother you during yours.

- Speaking of, he finds it rather peaceful to see you sleeping in the yard. The sun on your face, the way you look so content and relaxed. If it wasn't for the fact he was on his way to train he would have joined you.

- Regardless, he makes a note to keep quiet for you.

- Which, he tried really hard to do, but it was quickly in the back of his mind when he heard a voice behind him.

- "Quit starin' at them, you're gonna give them nightmares."

- Instant irritation, he looked over his shoulder, glaring.

- He was known to be quite irritable in two given situations. One, Sanji was in the vicinity, and two, Sanji talked to him.

- They were quickly arguing. Zoro started off quiet, he tried, but they weren't ever the best at keeping contained.

- That was, until a hand landed on both of their heads hard.

- "Will you two keep it down?! You're so loud you woke up (Y/N)!" Nami scolded, shaking her head at the both of them.

- Sanji is quickly apologizing to Nami, but Zoro is quick to look towards you.

- He gives you what could only be describes as his most apologetic look.

- It was his attempt anyway, but it looked more like a glare. Still, he hops down to the yard and walks over as you sit up to stretch.

- "Sorry," he mutters, crouching down and holding out his hand. "If you want some peace... you could come up with me." He made a gesture up to the crow's-nest.

- Once you're both up there, he ditches training for that afternoon to nap with you instead. Its a hard sacrifice, but... he felt like he owed you one.

LAW

- Law's a very busy person. But, he doesn't exactly expect the crew to be at the same standard he holds himself.

- That meaning, when his crew overworks themselves he'll scold them. As hypocritical as that sounds, he'd rather the whole crew be functional and spare a few more hours of his own sleep schedule than everyone be loopy and miserable.

- Which, all of this was why he was fine with members of the crew taking naps when they found some downtime.

- What he wasn't expecting though was to walk into the kitchen and see you face down on the table snoozing away.

- There was a blanket over your shoulders and a sign in front of you that read 'do not disturb'. He shook his head a bit and walked over.

- He didn't know what to do. he wasn't sure it'd be good for your muscles if you kept sleeping like that, but he also didn't want to disturb you and risk waking you up.

- He thought about moving you with his powers, but he couldn't trust that not waking you up either.

- So, now he was just staring at you, turning over ideas in his head. Really, he must've been looking through you because he hadn't realized you began to shift around until your eyes peered up at him.

- a soft confusion left your lips at why he was looking at you so harshly and it caused his face to glow.

- "Ah- I wasn't-" he paused and grumbled. "You shouldn't sleep at the table," he scolded, "you have your own bunk, use it." He turned around, tipping his hat down.

- He was a little embarrassed him thinking of ways to not wake you up ended up being the reason you woke up.

- He was also, admittedly, a little upset he hadn't just taken his opportunity to carry you, especially as he heard your footsteps echo out of the room.

[adventuringblind]

Hello dear✨ i love your works🥹

I have a request, i hope you like my idea. Were Carlos x lawyer!reader works together in Ferrari, their relationship started as a friends but they starting to have feelings for each other. Can you make this a little angst (maybe because they are afraid of ruining their friendship) but with a happy ending🥹🥹🤍🤍

Thanks for your works✨

Law and Grid Order

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

Request: yepyep! I think this idea is adorable! If you want to see something specific please Request! I'm open for Lando, Oscar, Max, Charles, Daniel, Carlos, and George.

Summary: Carlos and Reader have been friends since he started at Ferrari. They connected immediately. Both are starting to catch feelings for each other but neither wants to ruin what they have.

Warnings: pining, Charles is a terrible wingman, *Charles leclerc Voice* I don't proofread, I don't proofread.

Notes: written in second person

Masterlist

Carlos had been entirely too excited to sign for Ferrari. His first day at the factory didn't feel real. He met so many people, but only one stood out to him. Aside from Charles, of course.

You had walked him through all the legal things. Showed him around the factory. Then gave him your number.

You are a Ferrari lawyer. The sport is known for having many dealings that require legal assistance. You dealt with majority of it having to do with the drivers.

Not there necessarily for Ferrari as a company though. You are there to protect the drivers. Make sure they are not being scammed out of anything.

Mainly for brand deals and nuances to protect their image. You, however, found it to be more for their safety.

You and Charles had already become friends. Having worked with him for a few years now.

Somehow, he knew immediately when you came out of your meeting with Carlos. Bright eyes and a wide smile appearing on your features.

Then, it became the three of you. You weren't as well known around the paddock. Usually, you stayed behind closed doors and dealt with whatever came up away from the cameras.

Carlos and Charles managed to drag you out and spend more time with people.

It took a year and you three were connected at the hip. You started cheering them on from the garage.

Charles again noticed when you and Carlos were starting to feel different towards each other. The lingering gazes, random touches at every opportunity, He was starting to get sick of the eyes you two made made at each other.

He started forcing you two to spend more time together alone. Often ducking out of events before they were over. Bailing on you last minute. It never worked.

He was ranting to Pierre about his problems one afternoon. Then he saw you two walk by. You are laughing at Something he said.

"I'm so over them." He sighs. Pierre is only laughing at his exasperation.

~

Something about you made Carlos crazy. The Spaniard hadn't meant to fall for you. Yet here he was. Searching for you first in every room he entered.

You are far to kind and yet know how to be assertive. Making sure him and Charles were able to do their jobs and nit be screwed over by something they missed.

He wanted to ask you out. Even worked up the courage. But the day he was planning on you had an emergency call from Ferrari.

The FIA was trying to drug test Charles for some unknown reason. Pulling you away for weeks trying to sort out everything.

You were incredibly stressed. People were becoming invasive to the Ferrari drivers, and you had to end it.

Carlos brought you your coffee whenever he had a chance. Your favorite snacks were always at your desk waiting for you. He helped you read through documents a few times. It felt like the least he could do.

Finally you finished it. Getting people off the back of Charles and Carlos. You were excited to finally have some downtime.

So excited that you jumped into Carlos' arms the moment you saw him.

"I finished they shouldn't be able to do that anymore! At least for a while." You smiled at him. Carlos didn't let go. He wanted to kiss her and yet couldn't do it.

You two stayed like for what felt like hours. Just smiling at each other.

You wrre silently praying he would kiss you or at least say something. His hold on you unrelenting. He wanted you there in his arms.

Neither of you noticed Charles in the background. He was also waiting for something happen. Until he decided to say something.

"I swear on everything, Carlos, that if you don't kiss her right now, I'm forcing you to eat my cooking for a year." He chimes. Frustration is finally becoming evident in the Monegasques voice.

Carlos didn't hesitate after that. The fear of being forced to eat Charles' food outweighed the fear of ruining your friendship.

He leaned forward and placed a loving kiss on your lips. His hand finds the back of your head, trying to get as close to you as he can.

He was surprised when you kissed him back. Not expecting the feelings to be mutal.

Charles was yelling in excitement with everything he had. Finally, he'd gotten you two together.

You pulled away, smiling and out of breath. "You've no idea how long I've waited for you to do that."

[heartfullofleeches]

Idk how it'll work tbh but...Clown reader and yandere mime?? Would they make puppets together?? Clown reader goofs around and mime just watches them admiringly?? Cute af duo??

And... done!

Snipping the stray strings off its cloth body, you raise your masterpiece up into the light for better view. Its little head dips awkwardly to one side due to how stuffed it was and lack of support. You try it on to make up for the imbalance. It's a little snug, but you had enough wiggle room to clap its tiny hands together and wave to a nonexistent crowd.

You beam with pride for your craft; testing its mobility a bit more in preparation for its debut. You couldn't wait to see the look on your partner's face when you showed it off.

The mime had always been a reserved and mysterious character. They just sorta appeared one day and has been hanging around since. The former half was understandable given their aesthetic, but they've never really opened up to you even off stage. It's not like they avoid you. Heck, you're probably the only person they interact with.

Your co-worker follows you from show curtain to tent and sometimes walks you home on occasion. You have reason to believe these walks aren't as rare as you think since you've caught them out the corner of your eye more times than you can admit, but you could never imagine that big softie doing you or anyone harm. You also suspect them being behind the sudden increase of flowers and other gifts in your tent, but that's a secret you'd happily take to your grave.

You hardly knew much about them, due to obvious facts, but what you were aware of was their love for puppets. When they weren't watching you practice or scampering away from your room, you could easily find the mime hauled away in some corner working on a new friend. They always had one stashed on them, typically their breast pocket. You figure they're a comfort item as the mime can hardly function when ones missing. Seeing an opportunity to get closer to them and potentially start a new hobby, you began making your very own puppet in your downtime which you have now finished.

You clean off your workspace and rush off to find them. It doesn't take long to locate them; hiding away in their own tent as usual. They sit with their back to the door, crouched over the chest they kept their puppets in. It seems they were working on another puppet as well as they set a sewing needle and thread on the trunk's roof. They pick the doll up as if it were glass, hesitantly slipping its glove over their large fingers. You enter the tent.

Keep up the good work.

A voice? You've never heard them speak before. It's nothing like what you thought their voice would sound. It's... far more familiar than you imagined. It and the words it muttered.

You were able face the crowd today. I'm so proud of you.

That's definitely something you heard before, but where?

I love you.. V-

"Ventri?"

The mime whips around to face you like they've been caught in the middle of a crime scene. It's the most expression you've ever seen from them. Brows raised in surprise, lips twisted into a grimace as apposed to their usual droopy nature. The little puppet on their hand trembles while covering its eyes and-

It's you.

From the silly hat you wore down to the missing button on your shirt, the puppet mirrors you to the smallest detail. There's even a burn on the uncovered part of your arm from an incident with a popcorn machine a month prior to their arrival. Any question alluding to what you walked in on goes out the door as you reach for it.

"Aww, is that me? Can I hold it?"

Ventri reluctantly hands you the puppet. They hide their face in their collar as you inspect it with glee. It really was a mini you. The face paint is a little smudged on one cheek, but it was all there. They wipe at their lips as you thumb your finger over the blemish. You almost forget about your own puppet till it comes tumbling out your pocket.

"Oh! Right, almost left you behind, didn't I?" You pick it up and hold it out to Ventri. "I guess this was a good start afterall. What do you think?"

If you thought they were careful with the you puppet, they treated yours like it'd break on contact. You can't even hear them breath as they inspect it - not that you heard much from them anyway. They frame its plush cheek in their hand. The right eye bulged out of its head and the seams were pulled from when you shoved your hand inside, but it was the cutest thing they'd ever seen.

Ventri looks down at you. They tap the hood of their trunk.

"You wanna keep it?"

A nod.

"Well of course you can! I think it's too small for you, but if you want it then I'm more than happy to let you have it."

Ventri unlocks the trunk and places it down atop the pile. You never never they had such a love for red, but a few of the other puppets in there were pretty much drenched in the color. You recognize one of an old coworker. Shame they didn't get to show it to them before they left.

Ventri quickly shuts and locks the trunk. They drum their fingers against it, this time in thought. They then point over to their mountain of supplies and mimics a sewing gesture with their hands.

You don't have to ask to know what they mean. Together, you waste the rest of the afternoon together designing and creating puppets. They're over your shoulder the entire time, insisting you wear a thimble and expressing fear for the second time when you drop your needle into your lap.

Heading home that evening, you walk the streets hand in hand - your puppets doing all the communication for you.

[vintagepresley]

Austin or elvis walks in on reader changing clothes

Thanks for the request! ❤️

You had been working with Elvis on his new movie King Creole and even though you weren't one of the main characters, the two of you had a few scenes together because you played one of the performers in the night club scenes, you caught his eye nonetheless and for sometime the both of you had grown quite close and he'd ask you a ton of questions about your dancing. He'd even want you to show him some moves, which you thought was funny considering the way he'd move, but you did and it had gotten to the point that whenever there was downtime between scenes he always came to your trailer to hangout with you. There was never a moment where he wasn't hanging around you or even trying to flirt with you, it was all fun and innocent and you thought it was pretty cute, which only prompted a small crush on him to follow. He was slowly becoming one of your closest friends that your trailer basically had open door policy for him and him alone that locking your trailer door was just something that was always the last thing on your mind. Of course rumors flew around the set about you two doing things together because of how much time he spent in there with you, but even with all his flirting and cute nicknames he never actually made a move on you, which only made you respect him even more. But a small part of you kind of hoped that he would.

It was late night shoot and you were pretty tired and uncomfortable in the wardrobe for one of the night club scenes and you were dying to just finish the scene so you could get changed and call it a night. As you watched Elvis up on the stage singing a song for the scene, he kept looking in your direction with that little curled up grin on his face. You tried your best not to blush from the eye contact that he was giving you, you shook your head and playfully rolling your eyes at him as you continued to watch and in awe of him much like everyone else. You had to admit that you were surprised at what a great actor he was you weren't really sure what to expect from him when you first signed onto the movie, but you weren't going to throw an opportunity away like starring in a film with Elvis Presley. Once everyone had wrapped on the scene you couldn't be happier and you quickly ran off to your trailer to change out of your wardrobe.

After speaking with the director and getting some tips and some feedback, Elvis looked around to see that you had disappeared, he furrowed his brow a bit because he wanted to know what you thought about the scene and he eventually excused himself out of the conversation and he assumed you went off to your trailer, so he decided he'd go pay you a visit like he usual did. You hadn't realized that you didn't lock the door of your trailer because you were so focused on getting out of those clothes. You kicked off your heels, slipping off your pantyhose and you shimmed your way out of the tight little number until it was in a puddle on the floor, letting out a sigh of relief as you stood there naked and as you were searching for your robe, you suddenly hear the door of the trailer clicking. Shit.

You completely forgot to lock the door and before you could even try to cover up Elvis had burst through excitedly. "Y/N, why'd you run off I wanted to-" but before he could finish his sentence the two of were face to face with one another and he was completely stunned by the sight of you, his eyes wandering over your nakedness and you quickly drapped an arm over your breasts and covered your most private area with your other hand, standing there just as shocked as Elvis. "You could knock once in a while, Elvis!" you screamed. He was completely speechless and unable to fathom that he was seeing you naked and he got a bit turned on as he continued to stare, he stammered and stuttered over his words as he licked over his lips. "I-I'm sorry." he says as he swallows harshly. But his eyes still stared at your body, wandering over every curve and now he was stepping toward you and you backed away. "Elvis, get out.." you mumbled. "Why? Seems like ya left door unlocked for a reason, baby." he said with a sly smirk.

"No.. I just forgot to lock it.. Honest.." you said softly, watching him take a few steps forward until he had you pressed up against the wall and trapped as he towered over you. "Mhm.." he hummed softly. Your hands still covering your body. "Elvis, please.. I-" before you could even finish your sentence his lips crashed against yours, kissing you deeply and as much as you didn't want to kiss him back you just couldn't resist him and a small part of you wanted to push him away. But he didn't even give you the chance to consider it as he slipped his arms around your waist and he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his lips devoured yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you let out a soft whimper as your arms draped around his shoulders. He broke the kiss only for a moment. "I knew you couldn't resist." he mumbled. "Shut up before I change my mind..." you whispered.

He grinned as he dragged his tongue along your bottom lip before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss again. He kept his left arm wrapped tight around your waist as he moved his right hand down toward his pants. You could hear him unbuckling his belt quickly and he unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down just enough to pull his cock out that was already full hard. He wrapped his hand around the girth of his member and he slapped the head of his cock against your pussy, he let out a groan feeling how wet you were against his swollen tip, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Soaking wet already for me, baby." he mumbled with a smirk. He ran his cock between your sopping folds, you tightened your legs around his waist as you felt him rub up against your clit, pursing your lips as you let out a muffled moan. His lips trailing down your chin to your neck as he continued to tease your pussy with his swollen cock which only caused you to become wetter as your pussy ached and throbbed for him. "Quit your teasin'.." you purred.

He glanced up at you with those sleepy eyes and through those long dark lashes of his with a curled up grin on his lips, he lined himself up with your needy little hole, then he roughly plunged himself into your pussy, you gasped loudly which was followed by a whimpering loud moan. "Fuck baby.." he growled. Your arms tightening around his shoulders as his hands held onto your thighs, he hips slamming against yours as his full length buried deep inside of you hitting against your walls roughly as he fucked you intensely, his tongue dragging across your neck as he groaned softly feeling how tight and wet you were around his pulsing cock, each thrust he made inside of you felt more and more pleasurable. His lips met yours again and your tongues dancing around one another's as you kissed sloppily, moaning into each other's mouths as he kept up the temp within you, slamming you down onto his cock as he forced himself inside of you harder and faster, the wall he had you pinned up against scrapping against your back. You practically screamed his name as you moaned and whimpered not wanting him to stop.

Now you were thinking in the back of your mind maybe a small part of you did leave that door unlocked on purpose, because you knew he'd come to your trailer like he always did. Maybe you did want him to walk in on you naked because your desire for him was growing more and more each day. You knew you couldn't resist him and he couldn't resist you the way you make eyes at each other all day. The deeper he plunged into you the further he pushed you into pure bliss, your hands tugging and pulling at his raven hair that was falling into his face and sticking to his sweaty forehead, his fingertips digging into your thighs tighter and harder the more you two fucked each other senseless, his cock stretching you open and glistening in your sweet juices, you didn't know how much longer you could hold on as your body tensed up around him and quivered from each thrust, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach that it felt like it was fighting to get out. Your toes curling as his cock curved inside of you and hit the right spots that made your eyes roll back and made the most embarrassing sounds escape your lips. "E-Elvis.. I.. I'm gonna.. Gonna... C-C..." you cried out, not even able to finish your sentence.

He raised his right hand up to your face, wrapping it tight around your jaw as he forced you to look at him. "Mm.. atta girl.. Cum all over my cock.." he mumbled under his heavy breath as he slammed into you forcefully, his eyes watching your breasts bounce before him with delight. Your head tilted back and pressed firmly against the wall as your mouth formed an O shape as you whimpered, moaned his name between your wild noises, you tugged tight at his hair which caused a hiss to escape his lips and your entire body trembled as you finally let go and came all over his cock. "Fuck yes.. Good girl.." he praised between his shaky groans, the sounds of his cock moving in and out of your leaking pussy filling the room, his hand still squeezing firmly around your face as he approached his own orgasm and he held you down on his cock with his other hand, keeping you still as his cock throbbed inside of you and suddenly you felt the warmth of his thick cum spirting out and coating your insides white, his groans loud and long as he had so much cum to give you that it started to leak out of you, the two of you collapsing against one another for a moment as you both caught your breath.

Once he was done, he pulled his cock out letting out a soft grunt and the moment his cock left you, you whimpered at the empty feeling his cum mixed yours dripped down your thighs as he set you back down on the ground, your chest heaving as you leaned up against the wall feeling completely paralyzed as you stared up at him, watching the beads of sweat drip down his face, you reached up to wipe away his sweat and leaned up toward him on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled tiredly against your lips, brushing the pad of his thumb along your chin. "I guess I'll go and let ya get back to what you were doing." he said with a chuckle, tugging his pants back up and fixing himself. You rolled your eyes at his words. "Don't you dare breath a word of this to anyone, Elvis." you said with your eyes narrowed playfully at him. "Oh darlin', I'm sure they all heard ya screamin' my name in here." he smirked, stealing another kiss from your lips. You could feel your face heating up from how flustered you had become, biting nervously at your bottom lip. His hand grasping yours for a moment and intertwining your fingers together before his fingers slipped away from yours as he began to walk away, giving you a wink before he headed on his way.

You knew from then on that your innocent hangouts would not be so innocent anymore.

**

I hope you enjoy this! I wanted to make it cute and hot.

[wrrrenff]

Under The Stars

Attack on Titan

Armin Arlert x Reader

Synopsis: Armin invites you on a picnic under the stars

Warnings: suicide mention (brief), mentions of war

This is one of my first times writing angst so it might be kinda weird and clunky idk. Lmk if you like it!!

The war against Marley had been taking its toll on everyone. Tensions were high and you all would do pretty much anything for a break. Armin was the person closest to you. The person you told everything to, the person you bore it all to, the person you trusted the most. He was your best friend. It was the same for him. He has noticed you getting quieter and more reserved lately. He couldn't blame you. The things you all had to endure, it was enough to make you want to end it all sometimes. He knew there were times bad enough you'd actually considered it. He feared now might be one of those times. So, since there was actually some downtime between planning strategies and fighting, Armin arranged a date of sorts. He invited you to have dinner with him at the beach. If it had been anyone else to ask, you would say no. But you could never say no to Armin.

You arrive at the beach and help Armin set up the picnic blanket so it wouldn't blow away. After you both took a seat, he started removing the contents of a basket he had brought along. He had asked Nicolo to prepare some sandwiches and sides. Little did Armin know, he had a wingman in the chef. Under the expected foods, there were two beautiful desserts, a fancy bottle of wine, and two glasses. He'd have to thank Nicolo later.

"Let's dig in!" You both let out borderline lustful moans at how good the food was. You had gotten so used to the soldier slop you were forced to eat that even a rock would taste 10 times better right now. As you made your way through some lighthearted conversation, your dinner, and about three quarters through the wine, the sun had completely set. The sky was clear tonight. You were able to see every star. You lost yourself looking at each and every light. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" The blond pulled you out of your thoughts. "They really are. It's crazy to think about how much is out there." He chuckled and you took a sip of your wine. Armin started moving the picnic supplies off the blanket. You stared at him confused. "Lay down with me." He laid down and patted the spot next to him. You flopped down, your sides pressing into him, feeling his warmth.

"I read a book a while ago talking about the stars and how some of them are parts of these things called constellations and some stars are actually other planets." He pointed up towards the sky. "Do you see those stars bunched up together over there?" You followed in the direction his finger pointed and nodded. "That is a constellation called Orion's Belt. It's made up of the stars Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. It's actually a small part of the even bigger constellation Orion!" He pointed to outline the rest of the constellation. You were amazed! You asked him to show you more. He pointed out the Big and Little Dipper, and Cassiopeia. As he went on you got lost in his eyes. His interest in learning more about the world and his desire to expand his knowledge was one of your favorite things about him.

He finished up his explanation and it fell quiet. With courage from the wine, you spoke up. "With how vast it all is out there, it really makes a lot of the things we do feel so small. So…  insignificant." Armin turned to give you full attention. His gaze was piercing but you carried on. "I mean, considering all there is out there to explore, is a war even worth it? What if we're just missing out on some many incredible opportunities because we're so focused on stupid things. I'm sick of it! There's so much more I want to do with my life!" Armin took your hand in his. You turned to look at him. "What would you want right now if we weren't fighting?" He asked a simple question, but for you it was loaded. But out of all the things that you had so desperately longed for during all these years, everything else you could've had if this wasn't the state of your lives, only one thing stood above the rest.Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you reopen your eyes and lock in on him. "I'd want a future with you. I've always wanted that but this damn war... It's too risky to get involved." You looked back up at the sky. A single tear rolled down your face. Suddenly, you felt a finger wiping it away. You wanted to look at him but just couldn't bring yourself to. He took this silence to respond. "I would want the same. I'd want us to have a house near the water for use to grow old in. Maybe even a family." You finally turned to look at him again. You both knew you had feelings for each other. Hell, everyone in the regiment knew. But neither of you ever admitted it until now, afraid of getting too attached before one of you got taken out on the battlefield. Right now though, neither of you cared. You were in a bubble where the war wasn't happening, titans didn't exist, and no one could hurt you. You both turned your bodies to face each other, and Armin pulled you into him and he spoke again. "Maybe... in another life, we can be that old happy couple." You nodded against his chest. Silently, tears rolled down both of your faces, knowing that neither of you could ever truly have the life you wanted, and only in extremely rare moments like this, would you ever be able to embrace your feelings for each other. You spent the rest of the night curled into each other's hold, talking more about the future you longed for, savoring this moment for as long as you could before you had to return to the cruel reality that faced you outside of the beach.

[ivesambrose]

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Gif 1

There's a space of your own that you envision for yourself that is so sacred. It's yours, just yours. Even if you may or may not have it at the moment of reading this you know it'll be yours. This month makes you realize that you already have the skills you require to manifest and achieve what you had set your heart on for quite some time now.

I see your expertise in something helping others out too. You problem solving / giving advice or a possible solution to others. People trusting you a lot in general. "he/she/they is legit. I'll trust their insight over anything."

There's a focus on downtime, retreating and recharging as well. I see some of you going back to reading for leisure or taking up something to learn as a hobby but getting really into it. I see less screen time, less scrolling on social media and more gathering knowledge.

Focus on meditation, slower workouts (pilates or yoga) and just being detached in general. I almost want to type that you have absolutely no fucks to give anymore and in the best way possible. You have realized something crucial so you feel lack of stress and even there is something to be stressed about given the retrogrades or something else you're just simply choosing not to give it energy anymore.

Lot, I mean a LOT of intuitive messages in dreams and a romantic prospect attempting to connect with you.

The less you chase the easier things are. I love this for you.

Placements : Virgo & gemini (moon or rising), Earth placements specifically.

Gif 2

An opportunity is offered out of the blue. Someone's advice or a friend's / loved one's well wishes indeed came true. You weren't expecting it but now you're so ecstatic that you suddenly got this particular thing. You almost feel like a kid who got an A+ in a test and your favorite teacher looked at you proudly while handing it back.

This month you'll realize where your potential lies in your life, career as well as love. A very, "I will only live once what the fuck am I doing?" attitude kind of takes over. Try not to be too reckless however because you will end up feeling overwhelmed.

A lot of you are on a spree of visualizing and imagining a thousand different possibilities and opportunities. Maybe some of you are newly single too but you seem excited if anything.

A lot of writing down ideas, plans, stories, scripts, scribbles, doodles, recipes even etc

Maybe starting over isn't that bad after all.

Placements: libra, aries, water signs, air placements.

Gif 3

Faking your confidence till you make it. I see that you're very nervous with something your nerves are getting the best of you. You might feel stuck at doing something technical when you would rather be doing something else? You want to dream a little bit, you maybe even want to star in a movie, collect your cash and leave.

I see you wanna go. I keep getting the vision of a foot on an accelerator. This city doesn't feel like home to you does it? You feel a bit alone in your journey with only a very close few who get you.

I see you collecting stuff for later this year, I'm not sure what and likely this will be something specfic to you.

Some of you saving up for a concert where you meet your new friends? This one was specfic too.

I sincerely sense a lot of you want to feel excited for things again especially after the last 2 years. You want to celebrate occasions and meet new people. Something about autumn and Halloween is also coming up. I feel this month will just be about finding bits of yourself that you lost touch with, finding the drive, motivation and joy in things. I also heard, "I know I'll get out of here. I know where I wanna go."

This month, know that if you can envision yourself somewhere then you're gonna be there no matter what. Persist in that vision.

Placements : Fire signs, leo (moon and rising), cancer moon specfically.

[mykingdomforasong]

Writing patterns tag game !

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thansk to @theydjarin

I hate writing oepningn lines, so this should be a fun one

"The hot sun of Dorne wasn’t dissimilar to the climates in the East." (Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken)

"Tatooine sandstorms were deadly once they picked up." (The Sandstorm)

"Han thought the Rebellion might be a good chance to get closer to the young man he'd turned his entire life around for, physically and emotionally. In his experience, military downtime was the perfect opportunity for some … bonding." (Kiss Me Quick)

"Bo-Katan frowned at her broken and bruised fingers. All four fingers on her right hand were splinted and wrapped, a harsh reminder of Moff Gideon’s near-victory and the destruction of the Darksaber." (The Forge)

""The gravity has been on the fritz," Han warned as they walked onto the Falcon." (Interesting Men)

"When Luke had dumped him to pursue a Jedi lifestyle, Han promised he "wouldn't get in the way."" (Attachment Issues)

"There weren't a lot of perks to being the Mand’alor. It was a position Din had stumbled into and continued to stumble his way through." (Familiar Faces)

"Left Bank Books was named for Old Ben’s favorite spot in Paris. Or so he always said." (Left Bank Books)

"Luke had learned what the different controls on the Falcon's dashboard did a long time ago. Some were consistent with his X-Wing, and others he'd seen Han handle enough times to figure out on his own." (Flight Training)

"Lando was giving him grief for smoking in bed, which Han thought was a rich hypocrisy, since he’d picked up the habit years ago from Lando." (Up Among The Clouds) (RIP to this WIP)

I do love to start with a short sentence,e and then go to a long one. I also tend to start with a setting description or some kind of action, rather than starting with an emotion. idk let me know if you see anything.

If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged! I'll also tag @time-and-space-penguin @sadiebwrites @leorizanzel

[my-mt-heart]

I wouldn't be so quick to assume Mel and NR made any sort of pact or agreement to stay quiet about that spinoff. First of all, only one of them has remained silent and the other one could have very well spoken for her without getting her approval. Second of all, only one of them is muzzled and can't speak. She doesn't have the luxury of speaking for herself or anyone else. Certainly not her former costar who jumps at every opportunity to push a narrative that he thinks works for him. She doesn't have 3 shows on amc or spends her downtime doing location scouting/casting for one of those shows where he professed to be "just an actor for hire." Hey, since Mel was actually in casting before twd, maybe they can hire her? But idoubt she'd desire to cast mines and 3rd rate comedians.

I wouldn't say it simply comes down to Melissa being muzzled, but what I will say is, there were opportunities to take the heat off the situation without invading anyone's privacy or making them seem flaky and they weren't taken, so that in itself makes me wary.

But like I mentioned, my focus now is primarily on what's ahead. I want to know what Melissa/Carol/Caryl fans have to look forward to after the main show ends.

[sanpatron]

Sitting there in his office, his entire torso sprawled out against his desk, and with only the sound of Yor typing away at her keyboard to break up the silence—Django had finally been bested by the leading cause of every company worker's long-lasting anguish and severe depression; monotony.

There was really only so much excitement one could find in doing shit like paperwork, meetings, and dealing with entitled freaks who will completely ruin your standing in the community if you so much as embarrass them at that high society function you weren't even invited to. Oh, sure; concept design and the like were at least something Django could still put his love and passion into. But a single creative outlet working as a lifesaver can only do much in a never ending sea of soul-sucking and boring labor that's ready to swallow you whole at any given moment.

He begins to pick himself up from the desk, leaning back into his chair while staring out towards the rest of Spirale from the large window overlooking the city. It's no secret to those who know him best that Django has always longed for some semblance of the power he once held back home and the sense of freedom that went along with it. Living the straight and narrow was restrictive. Tiresome. It went against everything he practically stood for. Yet in order to survive this world he had been forcefully thrown into, Django would do just about anything to keep himself from going mad. And if that meant having to forego some part of himself and put up with this lifestyle, then so be it.

Though the question remained; how long exactly could he keep this up?

Well, doing anything loud and bombastic seemed to be a no-go here on this quaint little island. Surely there must be something else to help a guy from getting restless. And that's when an idea formed. A wonderful, brilliant little idea that he questioned how exactly it didn't cross his mind before. In his moment of wistfulness for the days of shooting people up and causing property damage, Django had begun to recollect something. Some very vital information. You see, the gang life wasn't exactly filled to the brim with work to do every waking moment. There does come a point where you'll just have to sit back and wait things out before starting the process all over again to get more cash. Same goes for when you're going up against other people. You could go days, even weeks before new intel comes in and you're on your way to fuck up another business opportunity for your rivals. So when you have that much downtime, and a need to keep your hands busy, what's a guy to do?

Side Hustles.

With newfound inspiration, he immediately gets to work on designing advertisements. Django had dabbled in quite a little bit of everything over the years before being whisked away to Radiale; EMT, firefighter, taxi driver, bodyguard, hitman, underground fighter, a practical jack-of-all-trades if you will. And so long as it could provide some decent cash and a way to stave off boredom, he'll happily do any job he can get his nasty little hands on.

LOCAL HANDYMAN AT YOUR SERVICE! REPAIRS, PERSONAL DRIVER, VOLUNTEER WORK, EVEN YOUR OWN BODYGUARD. NO JOB TOO BIG OR SMALL! 100% SATISFACTION GUARANTEE.

Each break during the workweek would be another chance to put his name out there on a more personal level, and as the days would pass, Django would find himself going around the entirety of the city and its branches. Flyers, business cards, practically anything the man could think up he'd do. But it wouldn't just stop there. He made a real effort to speak to the locals in every ward and branch; asking if any of them could use the spare help around their homes, shops, you name it. Taking on whatever job they'd hand him with a smile and the assurance that he could provide them with the best results.

Truthfully a lot of his work ethic was knowledge he had gained from his time as a gang leader. This sort of grassroots kind of approach would always be the basis in getting people to convert to siding with the Saints. If coming off as a pillar to the community helped some of history's most notorious of organized crime leaders, then he could do the exact same thing, and a helluva lot better! And while none of this work was being done for gangster PR exactly, there was still this idea in his mind that at some point or another this would all pay off remarkably in his favor. Provided he doesn't royally fuck it up in spectacular fashion.

Let's all pray for his sake.

[wsl-chelsea]

Easy to love communism when you live in a country where you have your freedom. Yes everyone helping each other out, sharing everything and no one paying for anything seems like a great idea, but it doesn’t work in practice. People are too selfish, and some are too lazy and happy to live off others. And someone who works hard to support their family don’t like it when the state says ”this is mine now” and takes their hard fought for possessions away.

Do you think the soviet union seemed like a good place to live? Did they treat their citizens well? What if you disagreed with the leadership or wanted to leave the country? How were those people treated? Same thing with east Germany. Or China.

Something that might interest you. Read about how the Scandinavian countries built their welfare states starting around 1940-50. They managed to have socialism without having communism, I don’t know anywhere else where that succeeded. A very high level of social welfare and safety net, free schooling and higher education, elderly pension, free healthcare, parental leave, sick leave, paid vacation, subsidised child care etc etc. All financed by high taxes, but not a system where the state can come and take your house or you’re forbidden to leave the country or criticize the leadership.

here we go:

selfishness and laziness are byproducts of capitalism though. laziness is really a symptom of overwork- a resistance to the 40 hour work week that has people verging on the edge of burnout. the way that jobs could be distributed in a communist society first off would be much more efficient and reduce the amount of work one might have to do in a week, since almost everyone who could work would be employed/be able to go to university to get a job they like. so instead of a 40 hour work week, it might be closer to 18, giving much more free time for downtime and hobbies. (also not working would get boring at some stage if you ask me)

with selfishness, i think removing profit and removing money, all extrinsic motivators (as well as the need for money to survive) ultimately brings out a sense of selflessness in people, a reliance on intrinsic motivators instead, such as 'i do things like work because they are good for society' instead of 'i work because i get paid, and i like having money/i need money to survive'. believing that humans are selfish by nature sucks, man! no actually, i choose to believe that humans are selfless by nature and will do good things given the opportunity, it's just that - capitalism! capitalism is the reason we think humans are selfish, because it makes people selfish and money hungry!

and no. the soviet union sucked, you will never catch me defending the ussr or china or the drpk, and thats because they weren't/aren't communist (did you read my initial post explaining this lol). big state do bad. imperialism bad. fuck big state abolish state. simple

also scandinavia isnt socialist lol. they're still deeply flawed capitalist countries, but don't get me wrong i wont say what they're doing is bad because it's not lmao. social welfare will always be a good thing, but i think scandinavians are a bit tired of being used as perfect 'socialist' nations when they aren't. they still are imperialist and still fuck over the global south. also you keep saying things about 'the state' but again, communism is stateless. your understanding of communism appears to be solely based on historical 'examples' and not actual theoretical communism.

[fenrirswood-hq]

meet SERAPHINE "SENA" DE BELAY-CANDELLA

Hey, isn’t that SERAPHINE “SENA” DE BELAY-CANDELLA. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a HUMAN. What I do know for certain is that they’re 30, and they’re AGILE and RIGOROUS. They’re originally from SEVILLE, SPAIN and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for 3 MONTHS living in SUNE’S HARBOUR. I wonder if they still work in CASINOS as a PROFESSIONAL POKER PlAYER. Best if they stay safe for now.

Growing up, Seraphine was surrounded by love as the daughter of an orphaned Ukrainian woman and Ethiopian adoptee. The librarian and art history professor made certain of it, but she always felt out of place in Spain. It was a pillar of lost identity that began well before her birth with her parents; it was a branch cut from its tree, yet roots sprouted from that twig. A strong foundation had been built before her story began, founded on acceptance, losses, discoveries, traumas, acceptances, and gratitude. Her parents put in the work for her. While her father had to learn to style his own hair, he taught her how to care for hers, and while her mother had no one to turn to about menstrual care, the same could not be said about Sepphie. Still, it was plain to see that her skin color was in the minority in Spain, and she had to live with certain views placed upon her.

Ballet seemed to exemplify that difference, but at the young age of 2, she never noticed it. She was merely another ballerina princess. It started with dance classes for mamás y bebés and developed into a big part of her childhood until it wasn't. The demand grew. The pressure. Never able to wear pointe shoes or tights that matched her skin tone, she grew up feeling unaccepted by her instructor and peers, and thus, feelings of inadequacy set in. Dread. Then, it grew to have been a while since Sepphie last enjoyed doing ballet. Instead, she burrowed in the library her mother worked, reading Lovecraftian tales. Dance wasn't at the forefront anymore. All of it came to a head at age 12. The Summer Olympic Games were on, and she oohed and ahhed at the gymnasts. There's where she found love in the sport, and the switch was made. It was right around the time her parents adopted her sibling.

Right as she found her footing as an older sister and gymnast, at 16, her father took up the career opportunity to teach at a top-ranking university in the UK and moved the whole family there. Here, she started to go by Sena, and it's where her love for the performing arts bloomed once more. It felt as though she had a clean slate. Still, during the summers, they'd return to Spain to visit her ever-loving grandparents for a week or two. After finishing secondary school and earning awards for her gymnastics, she went on to get her OND, but after being scouted, she left uni to join a traveling circus as an acrobat.

The atmosphere was unparalleled. It felt almost nostalgic, and a whole new world opened up to her, one of witches and werewolves. Oh my. Hints of their existence dripped and dropped, and before she knew it, nights would be spent playing poker with her circus family in their downtime. As her skill level increased, they'd groan whenever she joined, claiming it was her luck. Though, it was all about heuristics to Sena. Eventually, she began visiting nearby casinos, wherever the circus set up shop.

Years went on, and her heart began to race for a special someone. People would say it was only a matter of time, and maybe it was. They didn't plan to take their relationship to the next level, but they weren't exactly being safe about things either. They let nature take its course, and soon, she was expecting. The birth was a complicated one. It was a complete nightmare, and one week later, she and her partner left the hospital with empty arms and a deep wound. They became a balancing act after that. Deciding to give her body and mind some rest, she left the circus, her touchstone, and went full-in on poker. Sena numbed herself, playing it cool, but when she received a call about her sibling missing in Fenrir's Wood, her cage was rattled. Without hesitation, she packed her bags and moved into a hotel, visiting the nearby hospital for any sign of them.

Played by Ari. Portrayed by Berta Yázquez.

[officialgomezaddams]

Nightmare

KJALKjdlKJ i want to get back into this and i also really want to join the anakin skywalker hoe group even tho all i know how to do are angst bc i have abandonment issues lmaooo but $wag here we go bitches

It was the nights that he hated. The time between sunset and sunrise was a nightmare for him. The temple was asleep, mostly all of the inhabitants were in their designated rooms and slept. It was the universal signal that the day was done and now it was time for rest. But not for Anakin, the nights were the worst.

So were the days too, but during the hours where everyone was up moving, there were things to be done. Training, meetings, getting ready for the next job all was done during the daylight giving the Jedi a reason to be occupied. The temple was alive, and during the nights the planet was too. Anakin was too. 

During his nights, he was doing whatever he possibly could to keep from going back to his room, or at most in his bed sleeping like everyone else was. He would distract himself in his work, purposely tinkering with a droid to have it start twitching so he could spend the next three hours fixing it. It worked, it kept him up to see the golden rays of the rising sun poke through. Satisfied at his work he would grab a cup of caff and try to make it as far in the day without taking a power nap.

Naps were easier, naps weren't that long. He knew he could operate on twenty, thirty minutes of sleep that he could get undisturbed from whatever needed him. During this brief downtime that Anankin allowed himself, he wouldn't get the nightmare. It was the same one, the same dream shaking him so badly that he refused to let seep engulf him. 

Not tonight. Ashoka had gotten tired of having her master nod off around midday, and took the opportunity -with help of Obi-wan- to put him in his bed. They didn’t stay long, the room was suffocating of itself, the quietness of the room that had not been used except to take quick showers and for Anakin to change his clothes. The room twisted Obi-wan’s stomach, as he passed the dried blood on the carpet, quickly realizing that the room had not been touched in months. It has to be what, four months now? He thought to himself before turning off the lights and closing the door to let the nightmare drown his former padawan. 

It was always the same. Anakin understood why they happened for the first two weeks but he was quick to pick up on the fact that they all were the same. 

It was night out, and every time he could feel the desperation in his bones to get back to his room and see y/n, his wife. It was the eagerness to hold her, wrap her body up in his as he reassured her that he was okay. Or maybe it was the butterflies he got every time he came back from a mission, to have his wife dote on him and make sure he was okay. 

He could tell something was off, the gut feeling, her force signature, it was off. He was now running to the room to make sure everything was okay. The hallway is seemingly never-ending and it does nothing but add to his panic. Reality in his dreams always changes in the hallways. Sometimes he's reluctant to go and pleading with the maker to make him not go into the bedroom and sometimes he's determined. As if he thought he could change reality in his dreams by sprinting he could change everything. Sometimes he can hear her cries from outside the door like they were booming off the walls and ricochet into his gut. But everything else was the same.

 He would open the door, one hand on his saber and the other ready to choke whoever might be lurking in the darkness hurting his wife. His frantic eyes only find y/n, on the ground with her back resting against the back of a sofa. He can't remember what he sees first, his wife's face pale and tortured or the blaster hole she was cradling on her stomach. It was large and all red, her nightdress soaked with blood, and stars he remembers seeing so much of it. His feet now move by instinct, rushing over to her only to realize what he can do? He knows taking Y/n to medical would be a waste, she’s already lost too much blood and starts she's cold, freezing from the rapid blood loss.

All he does is silently move her so she's now cradled in his arms, breathing heavily as he stares forward at the balcony wondering, what the hell happened? What do I do? He knows by now how precious these moments are, the last few moments people get to spend with a dying loved one and how revenge can be held off for just a few seconds later. The dream normally stops there, in the bittersweet death of his wife.

In reality, he was awoken by his former master, who came in looking for him and stumbled on the violent scene. It took a lot of convincing to get him to move from Y/n, to put her on the floor, and have the wave of sheer pain of knowing she was now dead hit him. He led the younger male back into the hallway timidly, watching as sobs shook Anakin’s whole body in the constricting hallway. 

He was back in the hallway, his face twisting in pain as he knew the grief that was going to come. As he moved forward he could hear Y/n’s screams of pain and muffled cries. He stopped in front of the door before going in, mentally preparing to see his lover dying. 

The moment he stepped in it was silent. All the screams had stopped and much to his disbelief she wasn't there. He could feel his heart begin to move again, She wasn't there! She's okay! She- “Anakin?”

His heart shut off again, but it didn't sink. The voice was honey, sweet, and everything he had been dreading. Y/n’s. Looking at the balcony there she was, looking at him with those shiny eyes that held so much wonder. Anakin was taken aback, not prepared to see her alive. This was a much better version of her, not the her that showed up in his manic brain. It wasn't the first time he had seen her after she died, but never like this. Never happy. This is how it should have gone, he thought to himself as he stalked over there. Not her lifeless eyes looking at him while he’s meditating or too sleep-deprived. 

He faced her smiling, afraid to touch her, too scared that at any second she would drop to the floor clutching her stomach. Or even worse, too scared that he would wake up from this nightmare. “You, you aren’t real.” He told her, smiling and never taking his eyes off her. “I’m dreaming,” He tells her, pulling her into his body, putting a kiss on the top of her head as she wraps her arms around him, returning his hug. He knows he needs to savor this moment, to keep feeling the warmth of her tucked in his skin. “Why do you keep doing this to me Y/n?” He feels her pull away, her pretty smile dropping off her face as if it wasn't even there. What are you doing? Just enjoy this, please. “Why do you keep haunting me?”

She takes his hands in hers, looking at the contrast between her soft and his calloused ones. “Why do you keep calling me?” Her eyes were back on his, staring at his blue orbs. He choked, confused by the question and confused about what was happening. It's all too real, this wasn't the dream that scared him to try and not sleep. There wasn’t the soft hum of the nightlife around him, the stars twinkled a little too nice and Y/n. Is this real? 

She was too real, the happiness in her voice when she called his name, the softness of her hair. He just wanted to hold her, have her arms around him and live in that same feeling of security she gave him, the breeze through her hair, letting it dance in the wind ever so slightly. The smell of the soft lavender that she loved. This has to be real. 

“Anakin I can’t go with you everywhere, follow you everywhere. You don't deserve to keep suffering like this, you deserve closure.” 

 His jaw slacked, obviously offended at the comment. “You want me to get past this?” His voice came out in disbelief. How was he supposed to get closure? Revenge? The criminal didn't even make it out alive, killed by the saber of Windu. It would have made more sense if he took the bastard's life. It would have made more sense if he picked her up and carried Y/n’s soon-to-be lifeless body away to the medical department even though the chance of her making it there alive wasn’t even a possibility. Closure would make sense if he had to do something. Y/n Skywalker was dead and ultimately there was nothing he could do about it. “I can’t let you go,” he spoke cupping her face, his face desperately locked on hers as if she was just going to vanish as if he almost knew that this would be the last time he ever got to see her. Not the nightmare version of his love, her. 

Her breathing, her living, her beautiful form was all gone and she wants him to move on? Move past the tender nights they shared, the softness of her bare body on his and how angelic she looked with her head tilted back, her eyes screwed shut and the most beautiful sounds she was making? Move past the way her delicate hands would lightly travel up his Jedi robe and how it burned so good as she kissed him slowly, silently thanking whoever put the stars up in the sky for returning him to her? Move past the memories of them sitting in each other's arms in the wide meadows of Naboo as they would talk about their future that seemed so far away, there would be no talk of missions or war, just them. Together. Married, bonded as one. 

“Y/n I don't want to lose you, not again.” 

“Getting closure and moving on are two different things Ani. You can still get closure and remember me. It doesn’t always have to be like this, you can be happy.” His wife spoke, slowly stepping back out of his arms. Reality was slowly kicking in now and the Jedi could feel the entire gaping void of the galaxy as he watched her move from him, the same gut-wrenching feeling he had when he first saw her slowly slipping away from him that night. 

“I was happy. With you,” He spoke more affirmative, watching the ghost pass into their shared room, following in her footsteps. He just wanted her back in his arms, safe, where he could protect her. 

“And now? Seeing me like this? When’s the last time you got some actual sleep?” She questioned, turning to face him with tears in her eyes. “You keep letting this eat you up, you couldn’t have saved me Anakin. Not you, not Obi-wan, not any of the Jedi here. I just want you to be happy again.” Even in his nightmares, she was caring for him. 

Anakin sat down on the bed he owned, his defeat with his stubbornness getting to him as she sat down next to him, and even though he couldn’t look at her he knew there was that kindness in her eyes that he fell in love with. Even dead, as a memory he was left speechless. He looked down at his hands together in his lap, smiling softly as she took his robotic hand in hers, wanting him to admit the truth. 

“I was supposed to save you,” his voice barely above a whisper in the darkroom. “I spent my entire life training to save and be a hero and when it was the most important time to be one, I couldn't. You were so cold,” He looked at her, tears slowly trickling their way down his face. “A-And there was just so much blood, I couldn’t do anything to help you. By the time I got to you, it was already too late. There was nothing I could do but hold you and let you die. If I got closure- those last moments will mean nothing. 

You are my wife, my future was supposed to be with you. I meant it in Naboo when you were too busy picking flowers I told you that you were my future, and wherever I would end up, it would be with you. You looked so happy Y/n, your smile was so beautiful and at that moment I knew you were going to be mine. What am I supposed to do now? You are my lover, my wife, going to be the mother of my children, and if I get closure for this, none of those promises we made will matter.”

Y/n was pulled into her husband's chest as he spoke, if she was real she would have felt the way he tensed up, the way his sobs slowly shook his body. “But Anakin, I’m dead. I’m not real, none of this is. I don't know what you are going to do because none of it matters anymore.” She spoke, nuzzling her face in his chest as he kissed the top of her head, his arms keeping her tight against his body soaking up his warmth even though she remained cold. 

“Any of it?” His voice broke, but this time there was no pain. Only the reality of nothing mattered to him right now except to stay in this moment with her. To kiss her rosy cheeks one last time and to tell her that he loved her. He gave her a gentle squeeze as she shook her head no.”Well, if none of this matters, can I at least hold you a little bit longer?” 

“Okay,” She whispered back. She let out a small giggle as Anakin buried his face into her neck, trying to get as close to her as he could before it was too late. To get in one last memory. “It was nice,” She spoke to him as he laid down a few gentle kisses on her lips, onto her neck, savoring the bittersweetness of the dream he was having. “It was nice while it lasted.” 

[chaoticgooddm]

I started implementing a point-based alignment system last session. It was a travel/downtime session, so there weren't many opportunities to award points, but I was able to give one point of good to our wizard who befriended a dog named Gooddog :)

[getitinbusan]

Save Me

- Part 1

BTS is on an uncharted road to stardom and you've been hired by Big Hit to help. Can you get the boys over their destructive dieting and anxiety issues? Love, loss, friendship, alcohol, sex, cheating and more. 

Golden Opportunity 

The phone pinged an all too familiar notification at 2 AM.

Work Alert, again.

Normally this wouldn’t get your attention but with all the travel and jet lag you were experiencing sleep was nonexistent.

If you picked it up to look, you’d be caught having to follow up. You knew you should just lay there and keep your eyes shut; some rest was better than nothing right?  

God this pillow was uncomfortable. Why the hell were you in New York anyway? 

What you started as a well-meaning blog had launched you to Influencer status. People flocked to have themselves analyzed. All you had to do was figure out what fears and traumas needed to be uncovered for them to move forward. Easy right?

Everything you did felt surreal and fraudulent. People knew the answers already, but it was your job to make them do something about it.

Regardless, a steady paycheck, travel and 15 mins of fame were enough to keep you dishing out life lessons. That’s why you’re here, alone and exhausted doing the daytime talk show circuit.  

Grabbing your phone off the nightstand your fingerprint woke the device.

1 New Email, Subject: Golden Opportunity. You skimmed it quickly not taking much in...big project, travel to Seoul, paid accommodations, celebrity client confidentiality agreements…

BTS...

What? Sitting up you flicked on the lights and made sure your tired eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. You read it out loud, “BIG HIT would like you to provide private personal counselling for several members of BTS."

Sleep could wait, you immediately called your agent to accept the offer.  

_______________

With the contracts signed you were on your way to Seoul.

You easily spotted the driver holding up his sign with your name on it and followed him to the heavily tinted Range Rover. Being accustomed to the usual Town Cars that chauffeured you between events, you knew this was going to be a totally different experience.

Pulling up outside the Big Hit Offices, you took in the normal looking grey and glass building. It was unassuming and didn’t much stand out from the others around it. Pulling on the heavy silver door, you entered into the world of BTS.

It was noticably quiet, you had expected the energy of trainees and idols to carry throughout the building but there was only soft music playing in the open lobby.  You found the door, BANG PD and knocked lightly.

You could hear feet shuffling on the other side and the turn of the handle.

“Come in,” he said, gesturing to the empty seat.

Warm and welcoming he thanked you for making the journey to help “His Boys.” The inflection in his voice changed as he began to tell you why you were summoned.

Motioning to a set of files he explained that there was a growing concern about their struggles to connect with their new IDOL personas.

“We’ve brought you in early, the boys are in jeju for downtime. Get familiar with their files and make yourself comfortable in the dorms. They know that you are coming, but it’s going to be hard to get them to cooperate. We don’t care how long it takes; we need to get these boys in a good mental state so they don’t burn out.”  

You got back into the car clutching the manila files that contained the secrets of seven men you’d yet to meet.

The dorms were a short ride away and the driver took you and your things up to the floor where you would be living.

Dorms? This was a luxury apartment. Warm and open it was also very clean with the exception of shoes strewn in the entryway. You worked your feet into the house slippers, parking your shoes neatly between some Balenciaga sneakers and a giant pair of Timberlands.

Time to get to work. 

You sat in your room reading the files. There wasn’t anything shocking or out of the ordinary. You assumed the issues had recently developed due to the new found level of fame and having no precedent on how to handle it.

The best way to know what was going on was to get to know them. You decided that you could get a head start by looking at their individual spaces, what they cherished, collected, their style, all gave hints towards their individual personalities.

Other than the shoes at the front door the complex showed no signs of life.

You had been entrusted with a key card that unlocked every room but you weren’t interested in snooping. If there was no mutual trust there was no progress to be made.  

Opening doors and glimpsing through rooms one by one you mainly found family photos, pictures of pets, plushies, beauty products, cameras and sound equipment.

Clothes ranged from work out gear to high fashion pieces and shoes, so many shoes.

Exploring the dorms really gave you nothing extra to go off, what exactly were you going to do with the next few days?

You made your way down to the practice room; it was a huge space covered in mirrors with tripod cameras in all corners. The sound system was the craziest you’ve ever seen and the multiple T.V’s were huge.

You opened the laptop to see all of the iTunes songs in their library, thousands. Every member had a playlist which you opened to explore. Yoongi: mostly rap, Jungkook: ballads, Taehyung: EVERYTHING, Jimin: lots of classical.

Now you were getting somewhere! A person’s playlist was definitely a window to their soul.

You decided to go back upstairs to throw on some comfortable clothes, ransack the fridge and head back down for a private listening party.  

You opened the door to your room and grabbed your suitcase, too many stuffy work clothes. You seriously underestimated the situation and didn’t pack enough casual clothes.

You’d have to go out and grab some stuff tomorrow. Until then you opened the nearest door to yours and slid the closet open. Rows of oversized T-Shirts hung off the rail, all color coordinated, you’d put it back before they even knew.

You grabbed a plain white t and headed back to change. You threw on a pair of booty shorts, the borrowed T (god it smelt good) and threw your hair into a messy bun.

The kitchen was filled with instant everything. You knew they were boys but the sophistication of their cupboards rivaled that of a frat house.

The food issues began, and would end here. You enlisted the help of some seriously large trash bags and started dumping out everything that wasn’t fit for human consumption.

With not much left you made toast with Jam for yourself and a list of everything you would need to re stock the kitchen.

There was plenty of soju, which would be a sin to throw out, so you grabbed a glass and a bottle. 

Finished with the purge you got in the private elevator and headed back to the practice room. You brought the laptop to the floor and began going through video files.

One caught your eye “Coming of Age Ceremony Jimin & Jungkook” you hit play and locked eyes with the big screen. The breathy intro started and you immediately recognized those Timberlands from the entryway upstairs. The hypnotic music moved with their bodies and you couldn’t take your eyes off the two amazing dancers.

You grabbed your glass and hit play again. 

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Hesitantly opening your eyes, you weren't really sure how you got back upstairs to your room.

You could hear loud voices in the dorm and instantly panicked. Shit, it was either management or the boys, regardless you weren’t exactly in your most professional state right now.

Deciding you’d have to face it eventually you grabbed a large sweater and made your way out the bedroom door to the kitchen.  

Rounding the corner seven sets of eyes ambushed you.

“Well Good morning," Seokjin said introducing himself while handing you a cup of coffee.

“Hi, you aren’t supposed to be back yet."

“Well, this place is wired and when you unlocked our studios with a card that wasn’t one of our own the security system sent alerts to our phones. Then the cameras in the practice room had been triggered so we decided to watch and see what was going on, I’m Namjoon. We thought we should come back before you got rid of everything in the kitchen."

Your jaw dropped and you were positive your face must be the brightest shade of red, “I’m Y/N."

“You picked up the choreography from the videos pretty fast, I was impressed, I’m J- Hope" he said leaving the room.

“You might just be a faster rapper than me,” Yoongi offered with a smirk.

“So cute, Y/N, this is Yeontan and I’m V. You looked like you were having so much fun.”

“Did you guys really watch me all night?” you pleaded. 

Jimin laughed, “I’m pretty sure you’re going to be my new drinking buddy.”

“All I know is, you’re a t-shirt thief who threw out all my snacks”

You looked at him apologetically, “So you must be Kookie?”

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