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iiratix · 1 year

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Could I perhaps request a part 3 to enemy territory where reader comes back? owo thanks :3

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Where the infamous Prefect returns back to where she belong

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“And that’s everything you had.”

Aura placed the suitcase down, stood up, and fixed the wrinkle in his uniform. The guest room that was once filled with different kinds of ointments and other necessary notebooks was no longer there. Including the clothes that were once in the closet but are no longer there, the room has become as tidy and neat as it was supposed to be.

Y/n looked around the room where she had been staying for almost an entire week with a solemn look in her facial expression. There’s no doubt she didn’t expect the time to move fairly fast. It only feels like yesterday that she received some sort of vacation from the headmaster. It feels like she’s still in a reverie that will take her some time to wake up from.

“Y/n? Is there anything else you might have forgotten?” The prefect snapped out of her daze, turning to face the residents of this school and shaking her head. Aura smiled in return, his eyes gazing straight into her e/c ones, and those auroral hues were filled with fondness. “I see… Regardless, I’m happy I can be of assistance to you.” He admitted truthfully without making any falsehoods.

Y/n blinked at the sight of such an innocent being in front of her. How can one look so fragile, frail, and loving yet be feared by others for no particular reason? She would have blamed Heres, whose appearance resembles that of a titan, given that the height difference between him and Aura is the same as that between the sky and the ground.

The prefect of the Night Raven College walked towards her suitcase, making sure that the lock was secured and preventing any smuggling cases. “Thank you, Aura.. Sorry if I bothered you.” She lifted her head and looked at the male, who was scratching his cheek sheepishly.

“Truly, there’s no need to thank me. This is the least I can do before your parting.” Y/n smiled at his words, aware that this would be the last hour she could ever spend with the others from RSA. And honestly, she will admit that it was quite an exciting experience for once. It makes her feel like she was an exchange student.

“I need to thank you and the others for the kind hospitality you all have been showing.” She smiled happily, resulting in Aura being happy as well. The two of them are nothing more than a bundle of joy that somehow recharged each other's happiness and radiated nothing other than comfort for each other.

It was unfortunate for Yasmin, who came at the worst time and quirk a brow at the sight of the sunny student of this school with another sunny but stressed student from another school. “I wouldn’t bother questioning what I’m seeing.” He said with a sigh, feeling Rajah nudge his arm and his hand caress the top of his head.

The sudden appearance of the two startled her, but it didn't take long for her to calm down. It was only Yasmin and his tiger, Rajah; the two of them held no harm, and they're one of the few people and a certain animal that have been accompanying her lately during her visit to this school.

“Yasmin, you surprised me. What brought you to Y/n’s room? Here to bid farewell?” Aura has turned his back on Y/n, earning a light sigh from the male on the opposite side.

“You ask unnecessary things.” Rajah sat down on the ground, his tail flicking back and forth, staring sharply in her direction. The prefect herself wasn’t certain what the feline wanted, but Yasmin was more than capable of diverting the tiger's attention away.

“What sort of friend am I if I don’t do that much?”

“Ah… I’m surprised… You are not the type to admit it blatantly.”

Yasmin scoffed, looking the other way, understanding that what he had spouted wasn’t entirely wrong. However, this might be her one and only chance to visit this place. That’s why he personally came to her and bid her goodbye.

Y/n blinked for a moment, until she giggled lightheartedly, catching the two males' attention. The two wondered: What did she find funny in this situation? Aside from the fact that Yasmin is in total denial about what he just said, there’s nothing else to laugh at, so it makes them confused about whether she is mentally ill or not. Is this by any chance the after-effect of being with the NRC students too much?

“Rielle must have influenced you in some way.” Yasmin's judging countenance makes Y/n stifle her laughter. Of course, the sea coral princes might have been clinging to her for the past few days during her visit, but he didn’t spread any bad influence.

Hence, she was quick to shake her head, smile, and lift her gaze up to look at the two. “Ah, nothing. But…” Y/n trailed off from her words, fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. “But I’m happy to know that I’m your friend. I'll try to visit during break!”

“You absolutely can’t.” Aura chuckled upon hearing Yasmin's response. That came out harsher than expected, and Y/n looked like a puppy that had been thrown away by her beloved master. Yasmin found himself sweating at the sight, reaching out to rub his temple, and thinking of a much kinder phrase.

However, no matter how hard he thought about it, it was absolutely difficult for him to form one. And Aura was more than knowledgeable enough to understand his current struggle. So, as the kind friend he was, he interpreted or translated the meaning behind his words. “He didn’t mean that. What Yasmin tried to say is that we will be the ones to visit you.”

“...Eh?” Y/n’s eyes comically went white, and she was blinking profusely at the sight of a smiling and jovial student in front of her. She looked right behind him and spotted Yasmin nodding in agreement at what Aura was saying.

This much more is disastrous information to learn. Will the NRC students or her friends agree with their sudden visit? Y/n can’t prevent her thoughts from imagining the worst scenario that could have happened. Not only will it be a small rivalry and competitive, but there might be a war that occurs between two schools.

“I’m not sure whether that’s a wise idea.” The prefect said this nervously, hoping that it would somehow change the two students' minds.

“Nonsense. We have been there a few times during our Magift battle; the others will certainly accept us.” Aura’s words held nothing other than optimistic expectation. However, Yasmin looked the opposite; he looked like he knew what might happen but chose to ignore it.

It doesn’t look like they’ll change their mind any sooner…

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“It has been a wondrous encounter for me.” Aalis stands in front of her, representing the entire RSA on her behalf, to bid her farewell.

Y/n rubbed the back of her neck and lowered her head, embarrassed to be in the presence of the dorm leader. “Right, thank you… I’m happy that Ambrose sent an invitation to me.” She raised her head and noticed the soft hues of vibrant blue eyes peering at her figure with interest.

It has been awhile since she somehow managed to have a peaceful day without any ruckus or havoc. Somehow, it has been a bit too peaceful and serene to the point she can’t help but feel uneasy. Nobody can blame the prefect for this; her entire life has revolved around various types of problems, and she has become the student's therapist because she has no other way to relax.

But she can't help but think about how much she misses them all. Those people were the first to accept her in this world; they taught her the fundamentals and everything else; that place was her first home. So right now, she can’t help but anticipate her return. Y/n minds are constantly trying to imagine how others will react to her, how they will greet her, and everything else, despite the fact that a smile adorned her countenance.

Aalis, who was standing in front of her, witnessed her adoring smile. It appears that he is unable to carry out the plans that he and the others have discussed; there was no way he could have persuaded her to stay here if she insisted on returning to their side. To the person they considered to be a rival and an enemy in a variety of ways.

The dorm leader fleetingly sighs, ruffling his already messed up hair lightly, and tries to come up with a solution. There's no doubt that each of them has feelings for the prefect; her presence isn't something they can dismiss as insignificant, and she knows how to leave an indelible impression on the others.

“It appears you… Hah, I surrender.” Those declarations surprised Y/n, who looked back at Aalis, who appeared to be troubled at the time. She didn't understand why he said that out of nowhere; she needed at least the context behind his words.

“Dear Alice.” The nickname that came out of his mouth perplexes her about the manner in which she chose to address her. But Y/n can't help but notice how his eyes glimmer with indescribable emotions she's not sure about. "If only the wonderland you've entered had been ours, I could have guaranteed you'd have the time of your life."

Aalis bowed and held her hand gently; he pushed it forward in his lips, kissing the back of her hand out of courtesy or perhaps much more. “However, this place isn’t your wonderland, and I won’t force you to be a part of it.” Those blue eyes drifted to her e/c ones, observing how her eyes twinkled and red blossomed in her cheeks.

Slowly, he lowered her hand and stood upright, brushing away the strand of her hair back to her ear. “All of us will be waiting patiently for the next meeting.” Aalis lowered his hand to his side, allowing his head to crook slightly and his lips to purse into a small smile.

“I’m certain this won’t be the last of our meetings.”Y/n clasped her hands together, pursuing her lips into a thin line, trying to comprehend his action. Her mind, however, was not functioning properly, and she nodded frantically.

That action elicited a small chuckle until Aalis turned to face the carriage behind them. “Off you go, dear Alice.” Aalis ushered her out, gently holding her shoulder and giving her the light push she needed when he turned her around to face the carriage.

Y/n took a few steps forward and stopped by the stairs. She looked behind her to see Aalis standing there, waiting until she was completely out of sight. This will be one of her most memorable places, and she was certain that it would not be the last. So, Y/n managed to offer him a bright smile, grinning happily.

“I’ll see you all soon!”

Aalis blinked once, perplexed by that bright demeanor, but it didn't take long for him to crack a smile. The dorm leader nodded, watching the prefect take a step inside and close the door. He stood there in silence, listening to the sound of the horse's feet galloping in the ground, regretting that the others were busy—

“Y/NNNN—!!!!”

Aalis flinched visibly, turning around to face the balcony, where the majority of them were standing. Y/n can hear the shout of her name because the carriage windows are open, which piqued her interest as she looked out from the carriage interior.

Rielle stood on the balcony, waving frantically with the others, who didn't match his exuberant demeanor. Aura, Heres, Yasmin, Neige, and Chen'ya were all present, saying their final farewells. Despite the fact that their actions were unpredictable based on the way Aalis flinched, and given that it was lesson hour right now, they skipped class.

“FAREWELL, Y/N!!!” Rielle was the loudest and the only one who could send this message to the prefect. Though Aura did his best to keep himself from falling, he's leaning too far away from the railing for his own safety.

“That moron…”

From her perspective, Y/n can see how resigned Aalis is to the young prince's antics. This brought unending surprise for her, and she laughed at this merry farewell. To be honest, she didn't expect the others to be there, saying their goodbyes until she exited the gate, but here they are, happily and sadly watching her leave the RSA gate.

“PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!”

“WE’LL SEE YOU IN A WEEK!!! FAREWELL!!”

Hearing that, Y/n's body stiffened; it's a shame the carriage had moved by the time Rielle was shouting. Next week? The RSA student will pay her a visit the following week. The prefect can't stop the dread that comes with that realization, so she looked out the window, her face filled with nothing but horror.

“RIELLE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT WEEK?!?!” There's no doubt that the others understand what Rielle means. It was more of an explanation since Aalis' smile had turned into a smirk and one of his hands was placed by his hips.

That’s where everything finally sinks in.

“No… NO!!! YOU GUYS WILL START A CIVIL WAR!!!”

Her constant panic shriek went unnoticed by the others who had already made up their minds. There's no doubt they're serious, and everything Aura and Aalis have said will come true. Now, Y/n truly wonders which one of these schools is the devil's.

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Y/n fluttered her lashes open, peering outside the window at the sight of a gate in front of them. She’s here; she already returned back to the Night Raven College, the school she had abandoned in favor of her own vacation. In her defense, she needs some time away from the chaos at least once, and Ambrose was more than kind enough to invite her over.

The door of the carriage parted open; her suitcase had been placed down right on the ground, amusing her about how magic works around here. With that aside, she picked up her suitcase by the handle and said her thanks to the worker, who could only nod, driving the horse and carriage away from NRC territory.

Disregarding the fact she had finally returned, she wondered whether the school had been this awfully... eerie.

The gate opened the minute she walked through, and everything appeared to be normal except for the fact that it had been midnight. Luckily, she didn't have to deal with anything or face a reprimand for slipping away despite the objections of others; she was positive that regardless of how many times she attempted to explain herself, these individuals wouldn't let it go.

That's why she was carefully heading towards her dorm, having looked back and forth between the main road and her vicinity, mindful that several individuals may ambush her out of nowhere and confine her, demanding an explanation. The very notion of it made her tremble, and she feared her future and safety at this school considerably more than she did in RSA.

“...Is it just me…”

“Or do I feel like…” Y/n stood there stupefied at the banner that was present right in the area of her dorm.

WELCOME HOME, CHEATER!!!

“This is something Ace and Epel would have done…” There was no question that the two would've done something analogous. After all, the others aren't capable of committing such a trick, although if they were, they would have done something significantly more heinous than this.

This wasn’t something that could be deemed extreme. This is still the normal kind of reaction that can be received from the residents here. What concerned her the most was the presence of a group of people inside her dorm, arms crossed, lights dimmed, and their backs to her.

What are these fools up to…?

“Look who's back… Guess you got bored, huh?” The strangely familiar presence makes her grimace at the antics of her fellow first-year classmates. They are, in fact, none other than her closest friends.

He slammed his head on top of the table, the sounds resonated in the small vicinity, and his voice held nothing other than anger. “I can’t believe you, prefect!! Not only did you sneak up on us, you returned without any souvenirs!!”

“Uhm, Ace…” Jack called out to the boy, who was being melodramatic, much to his chagrin. “You are facing the wrong direction.” It was due to the way the sofa has been turned around to face Y/n direction, which makes his intimidating and furious acting prove to be pointless in the end.

Albeit wrong, he didn't bother and turned around, pointing accusingly in Y/n direction, wherein she was staring at him blankly with a dumbfounded countenance. “Do you not know the suffering I went through?! You are out there, living your life, while I’m becoming the dummy of Riddle’s pent up anger!! It’s not fair!!”Ace appeared to be nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum, and the others could see it as well.

“...I won’t bother questioning Ace, but I will ask why you followed him around with his shenanigans?” The others, primarily Epel, Jack, and Deuce, flinched at her sudden focus. The three of them turned their heads, practically away from those conflicting e/c eyes that demanded an answer.

“Oiii!! Don’t ignore me, N/n!!”

“At least, won’t you give me an explanation on why you are all here?”

The prefect had returned to where she once belonged. For certain, there is chaos and bickering that await her in this sweet abode, but she cannot prevent that smile from adorning her lips. Nothing else but the presence of these dorks manages to illuminate the darkness in her life.

She couldn't care less if she was chastised or not. The most important thing for Y/n was to stay by their side, to stay together, and to unconditionally support each other. Even if it means going through a lot of carnage together, this is her home, the one place where she truly belonged.

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a-sadfriendlyghost · 11 months

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Among the many things I was excited about for Season 2, I would've loved to see the casting for Holly Munro!

Personally I always imagined Yasmin Finney - her cool and effortless grace would fit so well with the character! She's also the right age, and among the Netflix alumni.

Anyone else???

Holly Munro the assistant:

Holly Munro the agent:

#love her #we were robbed #miss munro our sapphic queen #holly munro #yasmin finney #fan cast #all in my mind #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #save lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #heartstopper #the hollow boy

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emylilas · 1 year

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I know Love Actually is a Christmas romcom but my fics are never ready on time (the Easter chocolate hunt fic is staring at me in my WIP files).

Now, the real question is, should I write this 👇? I did spend way too long writing that plot that was supposed to be short.

Vincent is a stage actor. The company he’s in will be playing God of Carnage, from the French playwright Yasmina Reza. This play presents two couples seemingly politely discussing the fact that one of the sons hit the other. Vincent is one of the fathers and Adriel plays the other one. Unlike Vincent, Adriel has made his career in Hollywood, he is well-known and well-loved by the public. Adriel’s ego makes him insufferable for everyone in the company but that’s not why Vincent is having such a hard time working with him. No. They have history together, and Vincent hasn’t forgotten that.

Beatrice, the play director ー said to be one of the most promising directors of her generation ー is trying her best to ease the tensions between her two male leads because the words have gotten out that movie-star Adriel and his co-star could not stand each other. She doesn’t want that kind of press for her play. Ava, working at the opening, lets her know whenever journalists are trying to get information.

Ava dreams of being a movie star. Waiting for an opportunity to present itself, she shares an apartment with her older sister, Shannon, and Shannon’s friend, Lilith.

Shannon has graduated with a journalism degree and is now struggling with her debuts. As for Lilith, she works in a small flower shop.

SEPTEMBER, 29th. That’s where she meets Camila, a student in computer science who likes to do random good things for people and who has decided, that day, to pick flowers for people in the nearest hospital. Shannon, passing by the shop to drop Lilith’s keys she forgot in the morning, sees Camila struggling with the many bouquets she has ー she offers to help her.

Mary works in this hospital as a nurse in oncology. Her patients find Camila’s initiative lovely. As a public hospital underfunded, nurses and doctors are overworked, there aren’t enough beds, patients must sometimes be left waiting in the hallways and wait for hours before someone can come check on them. It’s a shock for Shannon, because she can tell it’s not a lack of care from the staff, it’s a fault in the system.

Shannon wants to do something. She asks Mary what she thinks of the possibility of Shannon writing an article about the current situation in collaboration with nurses and clinicians. She doesn’t want sensationalism, she wants to raise awareness and point fingers where the fault lies. Mary is reluctant at first but eventually notices Shannon only means well. She suggests she talks to upper directions.

Mary’s best friend is Suzanne, a teacher, who’s Vincent’s little sister. Between her clumsy enthusiastic assistant, Yasmine, who means well but requires a lot of her time, her kind yet exhausting pupils and her brother’s awful mood because of Adriel, Suzanne has been begging Mary for a weekend away, just the two of them, to flee the stress of her everyday life. This little getaway would also be a great opportunity for Suzanne to set Mary on a date with a perfect stranger, since Mary has rejected anyone Suzanne knows.

OCTOBER, 15th. Tonight is the opening night and it couldn’t possibly be worse. Vincent and Adriel aren’t talking to each other, they refuse to get out of their respective lodge for the finale rehearsal and Beatrice has no other choice than to call their respective agents. She regrets her decision the moment she realises Francesco Duretti, Vincent’s agent from O.C.S, and Jillian Salvius, Adriel’s agent from F.B.C, are sworn enemies in their own business, constantly trying to steal each other’s actors. Despite their mutual contempt, they need to get the two actors back on stage before tonight, which won’t be easy considering Adriel won’t talk to Jillian and Vincent is ignoring Francesco’s calls.

Ava is the one who suggests to Jillian that she tries talking to Vincent’s sister because she’s the only one who scares him enough to get him to do anything. Ava has overheard Suzanne mention her students once, but she’s not sure which school it is, just that it’s nearby. Jillian visits three schools before finding the right one. Suzanne finds it weird, yet not completely not funny, to know that this stranger has been looking for the most part of her afternoon so she agrees to talk to her brother. Vincent eventually agrees to come out of his lodge and if Adriel doesn’t want any bad press, he has to play along.

The opening night goes smoothly, as opposed to the entire day. Everyone is in the room. Yasmine came with her roommate Camila who came with Lilith who herself came with Ava and Shannon. Mary came with Suzanne. Jillian and Francesco are there to make sure their actors won’t try running away during intermission. Everyone gets to stay for the After Party, Beatrice lets Ava know her friends are more than welcome.

Suzanne gets to meet Shannon and she quickly notices her interest in Mary that has grown while the two of them were working together for the article. And Suzanne has heard a lot about Shannon from her friend. She just needs to get Mary to be brave enough to ask Shannon on a date.

Yasmine, Camila and Lilith hang out together, they like staying near the buffet and try to guess people’s most embarrassing secrets.

Ava gets the courage to tell Beatrice that she inspires her. Beatrice could faint but eventually confesses to her that she kept her distance because she was scared Ava’s attempt at getting closer only was to get a first role somewhere. It hurts Ava that Beatrice would think something like that but she understands it must have happened before for it to be such a strong fear. She promises she has no secret interests behind her willingness to get to know Beatrice better.

Jillian manages to steal Suzanne from her brother, Francesco and their friends for a few minutes. She thanks her again for allowing the situation to go back to normal. Suzanne is reluctant to talk to the agent, Francesco has warned her about Jillian Salvius’ questionable methods. Jillian ensures her that her brother is not the one she’s interested in. She tells Suzanne that if she ever gets bored of the five men she seems to be destined to spend her evening with, she can come find her later. Later that night, Suzanne gets a text from an unknown number:

“You didn’t come.” “How did you get my number?” “Questionable methods ;)” “You had already left.”

Jillian actually asked Ava if she could ask Suzanne’s number to Vincent. Ava instead asked her sister to ask Mary. Jillian had left the party in a hurry after a call from her babysitter informing her that her son, Michael, was running a fever. Her 8 years old only recently recovered from leukaemia. His first nurse when he was 4 was Mary.

NOVEMBER, 2nd. Taking a walk in the city with Suzanne, Mary recognises Jillian and Michael in a park. She tells Suzanne she needs to say hi. That’s how Suzanne meets Michael for the first time and how Mary understands Jillian is the woman Suzanne has been talking to since the opening night without ever agreeing to meet her on a proper date. Michael tells Mary that, for Halloween, he was dressed as Dr Noru, the scary chief of oncology. Mary laughs, because Dr Noru was indeed terrifying. Later that day, Mary offers Suzanne a deal: if she goes on a date with Jillian, she’ll ask Shannon out. It’s a deal.

NOVEMBER, 10th. Ava knows it’s Beatrice’s birthday. She asks Lilith and Shannon to disappear for the night so she can have their place. She cooks, bakes, and decorates the room for Beatrice. She buys her flowers, the English tea that Ava has noticed Beatrice had run out of, and she has collected all positive reviews about the play and specifically Beatrice as a director in a journal that she’ll give to her. She knows Beatrice doesn’t have plans so she calls her and asks her to come over because she has some very important news to share with her. Beatrice is grumpy when she shows up, thinking Ava is going to tell her she was offered her first role and would soon have to leave. She bursts into tears when she realises what Ava has done for her. It turns out Ava is a great baker but a terrible cook. They end up ordering food and spend the entire evening talking. Ava asks if Beatrice wants to stay over. They fall asleep in Ava’s room, watching a movie together.

In the meantime, Lilith is enjoying board game night at Yasmine and Camila’s. They have invited their friends Hans, Todd and Chanel to join them and Lilith really enjoys Chanel’s company.

Shannon has asked Mary if she was free tonight because her sister was kicking her out of home. Mary’s shift supposedly ended at 8pm. It’s 10 when she finally gets out. She’s too tired to go anywhere and Shannon offers to just make them both dinner and then let Mary sleep. Mary tells her she can stay. Shannon is shy and doesn’t want to cross any boundaries so when Mary is asleep, she leaves a note on the kitchen counter and goes back home where she finds burnt cannelloni in the shrink.

DECEMBER, 14th. Suzanne’s class goes to visit the Science Museum with another class that turns out to be Michael’s class. He’s happy to see her, she’s been at his home a few times lately but has never stayed long. He spends the whole visit holding her hand. When it’s time for parents to come pick their children, Michael’s teacher complains that Jillian is late again. Suzanne tells her to go, she’ll bring Michael home, she knows his mother. When Jillian opens the door, she’s paler than usual and she’s slightly shaking. Food poisoning, she explains to Suzanne. There’s no risk for Michael to catch it so they should be fine. She thanks Suzanne for bringing him home. Suzanne doesn’t leave her a choice and walks in. She helps Michael with her homework, makes Jillian rest on the couch with a bucket on the ground for emergencies and busies herself with making something for dinner that Jillian’s stomach might not immediately reject.

DECEMBER, 20th. Love actually is a Christmas movie so it’s Christmas!

It’s the last day the theatre is open for the season and the last representation of Gods of carnage tonight. They’re having a little Christmas party after. It’s just them, it’s nothing much but Ava insisted they did a Secret Santa this year with the possibility of only giving something homemade. After the party, Ava asks Beatrice what she’s going to do for Christmas. Beatrice won’t fly home. There’s nothing stopping her from accepting Ava’s invitation to come celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas and Post Christmas with her, her sister and their friends. Neither Ava or Beatrice are very certain of what they are to each other. Both hope.

Lilith invited Camila and Yasmine and told them to bring Hans, Todd and Chanel if they had nothing better to do. Todd will spend the holidays with his family but Hans won’t go back to Switzerland and Chanel has lost contact with her family, they’re delighted to have this Christmas time with their friends. Shannon and Ava can’t stop teasing Lilith at how delighted she is to learn that Chanel will be here.

Shannon knows Mary will be working on Christmas and asks if it’s okay if she comes to the hospital to spend time with her during her breaks. She could bake Christmas cookies for the patients and the staff. Mary tells her that will make a lot of Christmas cookies. Shannon spends the whole day baking to make sure there are enough for everyone.

It’s the last day of school and when Suzanne hands the last kid to his parents and tells them to enjoy the holidays, she notices Yasmine coming back with Michael’s hand glued to hers. “He was looking for you.” Michael wants Suzanne to spend Christmas with them. Disclosed reason: she needs to save them from Jillian’s cooking. Secret reason: he saw mistletoe at the flower shop near their house and is planning to buy some for his mum and her friend who should really be her girlfriend instead. Suzanne calls Jillian to make sure she doesn’t go into cardiac arrest when Michael’s teacher tells her he’s already left. Suzanne drops him home and before she leaves, Jillian shyly asks what her plans for the holidays are.

CHRISTMAS filled with Christmas activities (hot chocolate, gingerbread houses, decorating a tree, Christmas cooking, Christmas movies, board games, ice skiing, snowball fight, building a snowman, cuddling by the fireplace, kissing under the mistletoe, last minute Christmas shopping…)

SO, should I write this?

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palestinian-fundraising · 21 days

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Help Anas' Family Escape Gaza & Get Medical Care

Message from the creator:

*Note from the campaign manager February 2024*

Hi all, my name is Caroline. First, a quick intro from me, then a letter from the family I'm representing, featured news articles, pictures and videos. I live in California and in my advocacy connected with a wonderful Gaza family struggling to evacuate due to the exorbitant costs required by Egypt.

Anas is a 36 year-old from the center of Gaza City in an area called Al-Rimal, a husband to Yasmine, and father of 3 children. He is a part-Owner and Accountant for his cherished family business of over 30 years called Alborno Gifts and Display Systems (https://www.instagram.com/alborno.gifts?hl=en). In a shocking matter of days, he went from being a business and home owner to enduring 5 displacements since October '23, constant danger and difficulty feeding his family. His youngest, Julia, has a serious allergy and has been suffering from reactions to the little food available. His mother suffers from high blood pressure, diabetes, and has a breathing problem called sarcoidosis. His family is now displaced in Rafah and are surviving in a tent.

I connected with Anas' story because he his my sister's age at 36, and I'm simply doing what I would want someone to do for me and my family. After fostering trust through conversation, calls, personal identification, Palestinian-American friend's assistance, and digital vetting, I offered to sponsor their GoFundMe as it requires a bank outside of Gaza. Anas will explain more specifics, but in a nutshell, we are evacuating 4 children, 6 adults, each at about 5K-7K travel permit costs thru Hala Consulting and Tourism in Cairo. Yes, they are really charging that much; it's awful. This campaign also covers shelter and food in Egypt as well as treatment for Julia.

Money is transferred from my bank account to family in Egypt to coordinate and pay for the travel permits.

***LETTER FROM ANAS (Feb 2024)***

Dear world,

My name is Anas and I am from Gaza City, Palestine with my wife Yasmine and our three children.

Following the outbreak of war, the Israeli occupation army issued an urgent evacuation order for Gaza City due to the continuous and violent bombing. We fled to Khan Yunis, leaving all our possessions behind in a desperate attempt to survive. However, our ordeal continued when Israeli forces again forced us to move, this time to Rafah city. The invasion of Khan Yunis exacerbated our suffering, and the anxiety, fear and tears in our children's eyes were particularly painful. My daughter, Julia, has a chronic allergy to milk and lactose, which adds to our suffering. Unfortunately, we are unable to provide even basic necessities such as clean water.

We currently find ourselves displaced, living in a tent in Rafah. The constant bombing of the city terrifies our children, and the lack of food, clean water and medicine further exacerbates our plight.

I appeal to you to provide support to my family, so that we can survive this war and evacuate to Egypt. Julia is in urgent need of medical and specialized care, and we hope to provide her with everything necessary for her safety.

This is my beloved family you will be helping:

My mother: Sawsan, 58 years old

Me: Anas, 36 years old

My wife: Yasmine, 33 years old

My sister: Lina, 31 years old

My brother: Khaled, 26 years old

My sister-in-law: Sarah, 22 years old

My son: Abd Alrahman, 13 years old

My son: Yazan 10 years

My daughter: Julia, 3 years old

My nephew: Karam, 2.5 years old

How funds will be used:

Loans Oct ’23 - Feb ’24 Living Expenses

These are loans to be repaid from before the GoFundMe campaign was created:

- Food and drink ($1,000/mo * 3 families * 5 months) = $15,000

- Rent (500/mo * 3 families * 5 months) = $7,500

- Medication & tests for my mother (high blood pressure, diabetes, ‘sarcoidosis’ breathing problem): $2000

- Medication for Julia’s immune-deficiency and food-allergy = $1,500

(26,000)

Travel Permits

- 7,000/person x 10 people = 70,000 - $20,000 GIFT = $50,000

(50,000)

Living Expenses - March ’24 - April ’24

- Food and drink ($1,000/mo * 3 families * 2 months) = $6,000

- Rent (500/mo * 3 families * 2 months) = $3,000

- Medication for Julia’s immune-deficiency and food-allergy = $1500

(10,500)

TOTAL: $86,500

My primary goal in creating this fundraising campaign is to raise the exorbitant amounts requested by the Egyptian authorities. Rafah crossing fees start from $5,000 to $7,000 per person. But in addition to the evacuation plan, this fundraiser will help me treat my daughter Julia and mother's health concerns.

Thank you for your compassion and help during these difficult times.

Anas family

How to reach Anas directly:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anas.borno

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anasalborno

WhatsApp #: +970 567 418 420

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daxwritesstories · 7 months

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If Assistant Yasmin was an actual show these would be the promo shots

CC links: Felix's hair - Yasmin's hair - Felix's shoes

#assistant yasmin #the sims 4 #look at my blorbos

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captaindanvers89 · 1 year

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Planning the wedding…

Camila to everyone: as maid of honor and official planner of the wedding, I have convinced Beatrice’s parents to let us use their summer castle. Do not ask me how i did it.

Camila to Lilith: you are in charge of catering, Ava is allergic to Shellfish. That does not mean you can add it, I am watching you!!

Camila to Mary: you are on babysitting Ava duty! That means chaperoning her on the night before the wedding and walking her down the aisle. If she’s hungover on the day itself, i will hunt you down!

Camila to Mother Superion: you will be walking Beatrice down the aisle and will be officiating so start learning the words

Camila to Yasmine: you will be the flower girl and my assistant

#warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun incorrect #avatrice #sister camila #sister lilith #shotgun mary #mother superion

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thosedangnuns · 6 months

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Assigning d&d alignments to Warrior Nun characters

This was not as easy as I thought it would be - feel free to disagree! Many characters change throughout the course of the show - so often I'm giving a before/after. WTH am I talking about? --

Ava starts CN - caring only for herself, without a moral compass but no malice to her actions.

But as she starts to care for her sisters she is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice: CG

Bea starts as the paragon of LG, fighting for good (and God) even at the expense of her own identity

But when the usual methods fail to protect Ava and her sisters she says to hell with the rules: NG

Camila starts LN - the rule follower at the OCS, doing her job even if it's not always the right thing to do.

But when she receives her message from god she slips to NG, willing to bend the rules and her faith for her sisters.

When we first meet Superion she is a solid LN, burned by rejection but still faithful to the church (if not god)

But after the betrayal she positively rejoices in breaking the rules to protect her daughters: CG

Mary is the epitome of CG - she is doing the right thing, for the right reasons, but she is doing it her way

And if you disagree with that you can talk to her two shotguns.

Lilith is LN throughout - fueled by her own righteousnous, for better of for worse - morals be damned.

Even final Lilith I don't believe is inherently evil, just misguided, fighting for her own justice.

Yasmine is NG throughout - willing to go against the church when necessary but still appreciating traditions.Traditions say not to eat anything that looks like a penis but corn on the cob is ok I guess ily Yasmine

Everything Shanon did she did for her sisters, and while she hid secrets from the OCS...she did so only because she knew about Vincent. She's definitely a G - probably an LG.

Fight me on this one Vincent is NG throughout, despite what is perhaps a CN or CE past. Even 'evil' Vincent's actions are for his version of the greater good. He is under a classic charm person spell (which is btw NOT mind control)

Duretti, power hungry, is a textbook LN. He wields it to get what he wants. While most of what he does is good, he is willing to commit atrocities to achieve it.

Salvius is the epitome of TN, while she loves her son her sacrifices for him are not even close to selfless.

And even her assistance to the sisters is more self-preservation and hope for Michael than altruism.

Kristian starts LN, using power to his own ends, but not malevolently. And by S2 he is classic LE, corrupted by power and clearly enjoying it.

JC and pals are classing CN, they're out for themselves, without intent to harm anyone else. While you could argue that JC started to drift towards CG he was just smitten with Ava (we've all been there)

(Chanel is an exception, because while she appears to be in it for the grift, she's the only one of the gang who shows Ava selfless and unconditional love). She is also objectively perfect. CG.

Miguel has some of that Lilith righteousness to him, so while his sacrifice is for the greater good... I'm not sure it was good that motivated him rather than duty. Iffy LN.

Adriel talks a big game, but he's only looking out for one man - Adriel. As a petty thief he may have once been TN, but he is now blatantly evil, though whether NE or LE is maybe unclear.

Can you assign an alignment to a god? If Reya has an alignment I haven't seen it. Just like ants probably can't tell if the human that stepped on their nest by accident is actually a decent person.

My man Carl will prob plead the Nuremburg defence but assuming he has free will then his actions are his. Even his final defeat of Adriel comes at Reya's behest, not his own. Carl is LN at best.

🤷‍♀️

#save warrior nun #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister yasmine #avatrice #mother superion #sister camila #sister lilith #dnd #dungeons and dragons #I kind of forgot Tumblr exists sorry #who knew you could only add thirty images #hi nun friends #bird app trash

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dreamy-love222 · 6 days

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School girl crush story time:

Mehdi was a really cute upperclassman that was very good at studying, he was way taller than Amir, had long brown hair with defined curls, a cute button nose, clear skin, pretty and kind looking brown eyes and plump lips, I used to draw him when we were on a break sometimes.

There was one problem. I never talked to this boy before. But my mom knows his mom (mostly people who went to this prestigious school in Tunisia were kids of doctors/ business men/ politicians/ engineers ect… his mom was an ophthalmologist that did her thesis at the same time as my mom and they studied together throughout all the years of medschool. So she was closer to her than to Amir’s mother who was a dental assistant (I think that’s how she knows her it’s really vague in my memory) at my aunt’s Cabinet (she’s a well known dentist in Tunisia)

Anyway… my heart would break every time I see him hug Amène the popular girl, or kiss her cheek. she hung out with upperclassmen and I thought it was so cool but I hated her guts after what she did to me and how she made my relationship with Amir awkward. So Mehdi was 15 years old and was in a relationship with Amène. And idk how Amène found out maybe it’s because I was writing his name and last name with hearts all over my copybooks, I was obsessed with him. And he never bullied me or made fun of me for being overweight or anything! So she embarrassed me multiple times by getting me to talk to Mehdi and I would get all flustered and suddenly I forgot how to form a coherent sentence.

They broke up but still had a flirty relationship and amène wanted me to get with him (she didn’t really like him like I did, just wanted a fun time is what she told me and she also liked that boys would literally fall at her feet)

Whenever amène would try to embarrass me He would laugh to make the situation less awkward and tell me it was okay, he was also always accompanied by his best friend, another Mahdi lol it’s pronounced the same just written differently.

But one time as I was waiting for my mom to pick me up and Mehdi and Mahdi were also right outside our school. And I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation but I was with nobody and they were talking about a Sarra

So naturally I got curious when I heard my name.

« - Did you know that Sarra from the 7ème has a huge crush on you? »

« -yeah, it’s pretty obvious, plus amène told me, I don’t understand why everyone is so mean to her I always see the boys in her class swarm up around her during the break and make fun of her calling her names… she’s a pretty cute girl if I do say so myself, she’s always kind to those around her too, our interactions were very sweet… but I don’t see myself dating her… she seems… idk too innocent… childlike almost, but at the same time she acts more mature than all the girls in her class that I know of (he’s talking about the popular girls that are Amène’s friends that only Date upperclassmen) when she isn’t being bullied I see her drawing, sometimes I see her with Yasmine (Yasmine is also very well liked by the boys but she always rejects them in a badass way haha) but she’s mostly alone… her head in the clouds, I wonder what she thinks about. »

It did hurt a bit that he didn’t want to date me but this was a turning point in my life

1- a boy thought I was PRETTY CUTE!AND SWEET WHAAAAT????

2- he thought I was mature! He saw through the facade… me having to keep up a persona so I don’t seem too gloomy and sad (I wouldn’t shut up about my dad and how much I miss him if I was honest with my classmates) (I would tear up when I see dads coming to pick up their children afterschool. I was so jealous because my dad was working abroad)

3- he cares enough to wonder what I think of!!!!

For reference i was 157cm I used to have a bob with bangs and my hair was silky Dark brown and very beautiful compared to now. It was healthy silky and shiny, when it would dry naturally it would look like I went to the hairdresser… I wish my hair still looked like that. (Honestly if I am told it would go back to how it was once I go into recovery I would try) I also had a smaller nose (I want my old nose back PLEASE!) big pink lips. Huge brown eyes that looked even bigger because my face was smaller. When I look back at pics I feel so sad that I thought I was ugly I was just a bit overweight…. Children can be brutal honestly.

So yeah, way down memory lane we go.. this is literally so embarrassing to share lool (I hope no one I know irl finds this but at the same time who cares I am 19! I can do whatever!)

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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prompt literally anything footy au

[teeny tiny ch5 teaser]

group stage, game 1

'hello,' you say, answering your phone the second coach superion calls. you leave your hotel in ten minutes, so you had scheduled it precisely, to be able to hopefully talk to ava before you leave.

her face is slightly pixelated on screen, but you don't care. 'hello, beatrice,' she says. 'ava is just waking up from a nap, so i thought i'd call and then hand it off.'

'yes,' you say, relieved that, so far, it seems like your meticulously crafted spreadsheet has been working: ava has yet to be left alone at the hospital, and when you have talked — between training and recovery and team meals for you; scans and pain meds and physical therapy and a lot of naps for her — there had always been someone to help hold the phone, to situate her favorite blanket you'd had michael get from your house. to love and comfort her: not as well as you would, not like you desperately yearn to do, but enough so that she knows she's not alone. she's cared for, deeply, and always.

'she had a good day,' coach superion says. 'i think she's just a little worn out. plus, she wanted to nap so she'd be awake for your game.'

'okay. well, that's positive overall.'

'the doctors say she's doing really well. they want to transfer her to the rehab facility soon.'

you ache again: you aren't there. you can't sit with ava in the ambulance; you can't hold her hand; you can't sleep overnight in her new room, just so that she wakes up to someone familiar. to someone she loves. 'i knew she would,' you say around the lump in your throat.

coach superion smiles gently. 'dr. reya will call you tomorrow, she said, to go over all the details. but let me get ava for you, yes? i knew you leave soon.'

you wait, as patiently as possible, for coach superion to go into ava's room and your heart constricts and then releases when you see her in her bed, sitting up slightly with a few pillows propped up behind her, the big back brace they'd put her in still and uncomfortable-looking but doing its important job. her hair is greasy, pulled back into a bun — you make a note that, next time, you should have chanel come in a day earlier to wash it for her; you'll have to shift around some things in the schedule but you know you can make it work — and she looks exhausted, but when mother superion holds the phone up for her, she smiles bravely.'

'hey, susperstar,' she says. 'ready to kick some ass today? set the tone for a masterclass world cup?'

there's no one else around: it's not an interview; there's no need to be modest because ava never has been — about you, especially, and her utmost trust and faith in your as a player, a captain, a person. 'i want three assists,' you admit, and she grins.

'that's my girl.' she laughs and there's a part of you that heals. 'you would want an assist hat trick instead of goals.'

it's fond. you shrug. 'start the tournament off the way i want to finish it, right?'

'fuck yeah,' ava says. 'if you score a goal at any point, though, do a little celebration for me or something, okay? just for the gay drama, if nothing else.'

you roll your eyes, but, 'okay, i will.'

'amazing.'

'i have to go soon.' you frown. 'but coach superion told me you had a good day so far? they feel like you can move to rehab soon?'

'yeah,' ava says. 'i sat up in a chair today for, like, a whole minute.'

you don't care, at all, whether ava is paralyzed, completely or partially; you don't care if she plays football again: you love her; you love her. but you know her goal is to get back on the pitch if she can, so you smile. 'that's incredible, darling.'

she shrugs. 'not quite like you, but it's something. and my hands worked well enough for me to cut a whole steak.'

finally, for the first time in days, you laugh. 'who brought you a steak? for lunch?'

she grins. 'yasmine. isn't it all on your little schedule?'

'well, yes, but not what anyone is bringing.'

'sure, sure. but, anyway, i finally don't feel nauseous, and she asked what i wanted, so, you know. go big or go home, right? and, bea, that steak fucked, okay? took me a little time to cut it but i did it, and it was so good. so worth it.'

'i'm really proud of you,' you say, aching to reach out and touch her. you would if you could.

she blushes. 'i think that's my line, right now.' she sighs. 'okay, go be the best in the world. i'll be watching, so, you know, if you could wipe sweat off your face with the bottom of your jersey when a camera is on you or something, that would make my day.'

you laugh. 'how about i send you a... quality picture... afterward?'

she groans. 'yes please. i need to increase the abs spank bank for when i finally get cleared to masturbate again.'

coach superion clears her throat and ava glances behind the camera.

'my bad,' she says, then looks back at you. 'but seriously, please do.'

'bye, ava.'

she laughs. 'bye, bea. can't wait to see your abs later, one way or another.'

you roll your eyes. 'i love you.'

'yeah, i love you too.'

and, well, if you notch four assists, just to show off a little, and send ava a mirror selfie in just your sports bra and compression shorts — you are certainly starting the tournament exactly how you want to finish it.

#footy au #prompts #avatrice fic

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YASMINE & HARRY

okay!

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Yasmine drags herself out of bed in morning expecting a boring Monday. Physical therapy on Saturday kicked her ass and all she wants to do is cry when she forces herself into the shower, barely able to stand up. She somehow manages to get through most of the day, eat a meal, and then head back home to change into her formal attire.

She would love to crawl back into her bed, but at 7pm that night, she has to be at an event at her graduate school. Some of the graduate students have presentations to make regarding their thesis. To formally announce them. She and the other graduate students in her program are invited and highly recommended to join them for the convention and dinner to show support.

Yasmine, out of her mind with pain on Saturday, for some reason decided to RSVP for that event.

It's supposed to be a big thing. But when Yasmine gets there, she doesn't feel all that spectacular. Sitting there listening to her fellow students drone on and on about their projects on a Monday night is not the ideal evening for her. Especially since her back aches so bad. She considers hiding in the bathroom for a moment just to cry a little bit.

The graduate program she’s in has been surprising. She’s surprised herself by making friends with the other teacher’s assistants, by enjoying her classes, and by being a pretty decent TA.

But the one thing that surprises her the most that night is Harry.

The thing is: Yasmine isn’t blind. She sees the way people whisper when Harry’s in the room, about how he looks, his voice, his accent. And she knows exactly why they act like that, especially when he shows up to events looking…the way he does tonight.

Yasmine and Harry have attended several graduate programs where formal wear is required by their university. She’s seen him in slacks and cashmere sweaters, and occasionally a tie. He always looks well dressed, even when he’s in his normal jeans and Vans, but something about tonight makes her pause.

And alarm bells ring in her head.

She has her glass of water by her lips when Harry’s presentation slides illuminate the screen and when Harry is announced, Yasmine has to put the glass down or she will choke on the water.

Because, yeah, it’s no big secret that Harry is attractive. But the way he looks tonight…it’s indescribable.

Yasmine’s known Harry for a few months now. He’s infuriating, much more liked amongst his students, and very intelligent. They don’t always seem to get along, and the memos he sends through his emails are ridiculously arrogant at times. She likes to avoid him to make her day better.

Harry walks across the stage casually, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a clicker that he’ll use to work the presentation. He stands at the podium, half leaning, grinning at the people sitting around the tables under him.

His low voice booms across the speakers. “Good evening. My name is Harry. I’m a second year graduate student, TA in the Literature department, and I’ll be talking to you this evening about my thesis proposal.”

Yasmine looks up at him without blinking for several long seconds. He’s dressed in all black, the material of his suit no doubt soft and expensive. His button down shirt is also dark, but a few of the buttons are left unfastened to expose his collarbones, pale skin, and a variety of tattoos that Yasmine’s (unfortunately) too far to make out. His hair is neatly pushed off his forehead and tucked around his ears. Some of the strands near the front are too short, so they keep falling into his eyes as he animatedly talks about his project and what it means to him.

Yasmine is lying if she says she’s listening to a single word he’s saying. With every few movements, Harry blinks at the disruption of those strands, and his hand fusses with pushing the dark curls away. His curls are a lot more defined than they usually are in the mornings when they have class together. They look tousled, lightly coated with product, and well maintained.

Harry moves around the stage a lot, barely looking down at his notes as he goes into some artful topic that his thesis revolves around, but it’s all going in one of Yasmine’s ears and out the other. Because occasionally, he’ll walk over to her side of the room, and he’ll look around at nearly everyone’s face. He doesn't appear nervous at all, and he keeps one hand tucked into his pants pocket as if this is the easiest thing he’s ever had to do. He looks effortless, expensive.

She’s horrified when she realizes it: he looks hot.

And in response, her body feels hot.

As soon as she thinks about it, Harry’s sparkling eyes (that are totally from the overhead light, and maybe from the excitement he feels about his thesis) fall down to hers. She swallows when he holds her eye contact for more than a few seconds, and then a dimple indents his cheek before he moves away and continues to speak to the other side of the room.

Her heart thunders in her chest just from looking at him.

It’s safe to say that she does not retain any knowledge of Harry’s presentation. She’s too busy thinking about other things – such as what the material of his collar must feel like, how well pressed his black button down is, and whether Harry walks around in just his dress pants while ironing his shirt and blazer. What if he had a tie on? It would absolutely be black as well, and knowing Harry, it would be casually loosened to look somewhere in the middle of trying hard and not trying at all.

And he would make it work so well.

His presentation lasts only 15 minutes, and yet Yasmine is left reeling once he smiles and leaves the stage. He walks confidently. He doesn’t take any questions, but judging by the students’ applause, the presentation is well received.

Yasmine thinks she claps. She doesn’t remember. Harry comes out from behind the stage when the next presentation is being set up for another graduate student, and to her dismay (and shock at herself), Harry doesn’t sit at her table, though it has space. He sits elsewhere, at a table in front of hers. She has a view of the back of his neck where his hair elegantly curls against his skin.

She stares at his neck for a long time, absently thinking about how it would be like to be held in his arms tightly as she kisses that spot. Her body isn’t aching in the way that it was before. It’s experiencing a different type of ache now.

Later when all the presentations are completed, Yasmine gathers her belongings and gets ready to leave. There’s dinner being provided, but she thinks she’s had a weird enough night and its’ time to head home.

Harry stops her when she stands up, putting her coat on. He’s right behind her as she pushes her chair out, turning to another TA to say goodbye.

Harry’s hand is on the back of her chair, and the smile on his face is small, but present. She is very aware of it.

And oh fuck. To make matters worse, he’s also lost the blazer. He’s left in his thin black button down shirt (that looks slightly see-through? Double fuck.) and dress pants. Yasmine’s hand balls into a fist.

“Hi,” Harry greets. “I thought I saw your name on the RSVP’d list. You don’t come out very often so it was a pleasant surprise.”

“Yes,” she replies, looping her bag over her body. “Congratulations on the successful presentation.”

What she wants to say is something along the lines of, “Why the hell do you look and smell so good?”

Harry leans against the back of her chair. He's chewing gum.

Triple fuck.

“Thank you. Maybe you’ve got some good competition now, hm?”

“Sorry?” She blinks.

“You know,” he says, crossing his arms. Yasmine absolutely does not look at the way his biceps fill out the shirt. She does not. “Everyone loved your presentation a few weeks back. I heard department heads and professors talking about the chance of making it into a full blown research paper. I’m thinking maybe we’ve sparked a little friendly competition between us.” He’s grinning now, holding her eye contact. “It could be fun to work against each other, you know? Work on our thesis so we can use the competition to make ourselves better.”

“I don’t have any plans of working against you,” she says, looking at his neck. “I’m sure we’ll do great individually.”

Yasmine’s eyes drag down over the tattoos on his skin. They’re birds of some kind, and a silver pendant rests between his collar bones. His suit looks neatly pressed and steamed, not a single line in sight.

He looks… so good. That’s not even the right word. He looks enticing, open and enthralling. It’s like he’s playing with her, knowing just how much she’s attracted to him right now. He knows how good he looks. She feels her jaw tense. Why do her fingers ache to run over the soft skin of his jugular? That vein that’s protruding from under his jaw mesmerizes her. She vaguely registers their closeness and how his chest rises and falls quickly. Why does she want to reach over and brush her lips against the slight stubble on his cheeks, just enough to scratch comfortably at her skin. Not coarse enough to sting, but to make her think about his face against her own for several days on.

It’s pitiful how she’s a literature student and yet she cannot find a single word to describe him right now. It’s angering, frustrating. It’s just Harry after all.

Harry stands up straighter. “Careful, Yasmine,” he murmurs, his hands in his pockets now. His eyes are intense, darker. He’s no longer smiling, and his own shoulders are more tense. He bites on the inside of his cheek, and her heart jumps when his eyes dip lower as well, just for a fraction of a second before he’s focused on her eyes again.

“Are you leaving?” he asks when she doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah. It’s kind of late.”

Harry nods, rubbing the side of his jaw. “You don’t want to stay for dinner?”

“Not really. I’m pretty tired. And I’ve got plans for tomorrow.”

The last part is a lie, but it usually works when getting out of stuff. Instead of making Harry give it up, it makes him frown. “What kind of plans?”

“Just…plans. I’ll see you in class.”

“Right.” He steps out of the way to let her go. But at the last moment, his warm hand grabs her wrist. “Hey.”

She looks over her shoulder. He releases her arm lightning quick. “Yeah?”

He smiles faintly. “You look nice.”

I’m going to jump this man, Yasmine thinks to herself. No, I’m going to jump on him. But what she makes herself say is, “Thanks. You, too.”

Later that night, she’ll think about Harry. The way his hair curls beautifully, around his ears. The way he moves. The way he throws his head back and laughs. The way he hugs all the other students and shakes everyone’s hand. Except hers. He’s never gone in for a hug with her. He’s shaken her hand a few times.

Yasmine repeatedly tells herself that this Harry is the same annoying one that likes to push her buttons and make her feel like he’s better than her.

But then why can’t she stop thinking about him? About his dimples and his bright eyes and his tattoos. His hands, the casualness about the way he carries himself, his confidence. She imagines the press of his firm body against hers. The warmth he gives off making the ache in her body lessen.

She goes to sleep that night thinking she’ll forget all about him in the morning.

She ends up being very wrong. Because from then on, she can’t ever stop thinking about Harry.

#harry and yasmine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x oc #harry styles x ofc #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #one down

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