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bro-atz · 1 year

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principia

in which: you're struggling with a specific class that's required for your major; but, luckily, your professor, professor jeong, has no problem helping you out outside of class

pair: professor!yunho/afab!reader

word count: 6k

content: smut, teacher x student relationship (college level, so it's completely legal mind you), late night study sessions, vaginal sex, soft and sensual, completely consensual!

author's note: i was definitely thinking about jung kyungho in crash course in romance while i was writing this... but it's definitely not like crash course in romance that i can say for certain

apply for the permanent taglist here! professor!series: yunho pt. 1, yunho pt. 2, san pt. 1, san pt. 2, yeosang, seonghwa

You seriously wondered why you decided to pursue a career in STEM. You remembered liking physics back in high school, but now learning at a higher institution, you feared that you made a huge mistake. Then, you took one look at your teacher, and all of that concern immediately disappeared.

The thing with this class was that every student in your major was required to take it, and truth be told, you took the class because it fit well with your schedule. You had no idea who the professor was before joining the class, and you only found out from your friends after you registered that you actually got incredibly lucky securing a seat in his class because his classes were always the first to fill up.

His name was Jeong Yunho— Professor Jeong. He was probably one of the smartest men you were ever going to meet. He was super successful in the world of physics and was always in the news for some reason or the other. He had a huge fanbase inside and outside of your college for a multitude of reasons, one of them being because of his rakishly good looks. His classes were always filled to the brim with female students, and you just so happened to be one of them. You were constantly surrounded by other female students in that class who would always actively participate in the lectures because they wanted so desperately for Professor Jeong to notice them. You, on the other hand, always kept quiet in that class and did your best to pay attention to the material because the class material was just too fucking hard for you.

You spent a lot of your free time studying in the library to the point where your roommate worried about whether or not you were even going to come home to eat and sleep properly. You wouldn’t have cared so much about this class if it wasn’t required for you to get your degree, so you were ultra stressed about doing well in the class. You did reason with yourself that if you failed the class, then you could retake it with Professor Jeong again and get to appreciate his beauty all over again, but you were on a tight schedule, and if you fucked up this class, then you would fuck up the rest of your schedule to graduate.

“Y/N, you can study at home…” you roommate called you, worried about your late night whereabouts.

“I know, but I definitely won’t focus. This class is just insanely hard, I need to focus as much as I can.”

“It’s literally Friday night. Come home, please!”

“Let me finish the homework at least. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” you said, knowing that your promise was definitely a lie.

You heard your roommate sigh before hanging up on you. Immediately, you set your phone across the table to keep you from going on your phone every two seconds. You had your textbook open in front of you, and after about three lines, all the words and numbers started to blur together. You let out a deep sigh and buried your face in your textbook. It was hopeless. Either you had to pray for a miracle or retake the class the next semester.

Then, the miracle happened. Professor Jeong was in the library with a huge stack of papers that needed to be graded. He was looking for a place to sit and get this work done, but every single table was occupied. He walked past your table, only to backtrack. He barely saw any of the content in the textbook, but he immediately knew that you were studying for his class because he instantly recognized one of the problems on the page.

“May I sit here?” you heard your professor ask quietly.

You looked up and felt your face get warm quickly. You had never seen Professor Jeong from so close before. You nodded and immediately brought your eyes back to your textbook, suddenly feeling self conscious that you were doing his work right in front of him. Professor Jeong took a seat across from you and spread out his papers, only to keep glancing at you— he not only recognized the textbook, but he also recognized you.

“Are you in my class?” Professor Jeong whispered to you.

You nodded.

“Oh, so you’re working on the assignment from class then… It’s a Friday night! You should be enjoying your weekend.”

“Ha, yeah right,” you instinctively responded sarcastically, only to realize who you were talking to. “Sorry, professor… I meant, like, I can’t do that when I barely understand anything.”

He laughed. “You can call me Yunho. Professor is so stifling.”

“Al-alright, Yunho…” you said, his name feeling foreign on your tongue.

“What’s so hard to understand?”

“Um, everything. I thought I had a good grasp on the subject until the first week of classes. Now, I feel like I know nothing…”

“What’s your name, again?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N… Oh! I remember your last test. I was wondering what happened there…” Yunho recollected.

“Yeah, I did not do well at all…”

“No, you were doing well, but then didn’t finish the problems correctly. If anything, I think you just got way into your own head. You have a good understanding of the fundamentals, which is always a great starting point.”

The flattery was nice, but that still didn’t change how miserable you felt about your knowledge on the subject. You graciously accepted Yunho’s praise, but your kept your head down knowing that despite the praise, you were still struggling to grasp the current unit. Yunho noticed your reaction, to which he wanted to do something to change that because he did not like the fact that you looked absolutely miserable because of him. He placed a light hand on your textbook and said, “Hey, if you would like, I could tutor you every now and then.”

“Really? I mean, are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s my job as an educator, isn’t it? I want to see you do well in my class.”

You stared at the God-sent figure before you. Sure, it was his class you were studying for, but you were grateful for the help regardless. You nodded your head slightly, a small smile settling on Yunho’s face. He set aside his own materials and gestured to ask if he could sit in the seat next to you. You nodded, and Yunho moved from his seat to the one next to you. He pulled the textbook towards himself and glanced at the page briefly before immediately pointing at the problem you were stuck on.

“This one is tough,” he started. “Essentially, what you want to do is…”

Yunho explained the problem to you in depth, and you took every single note. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t get the information in class— Yunho was an excellent teacher, and you always paid attention in class, but learning from him one on one was so much more beneficial for you.

The two of you left the library at the same time that night. Yunho got absolutely no work done, but you ended up finishing all of the homework that was due for his class. You both stood outside of the library and talked, giving you the chance to thank him.

“Thank you so much, Professor— I mean… Yunho…” saying his name out loud was still incredibly foreign to you.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Now, enjoy your weekend. I’ll see you in class next week.”

Yunho waved and took off. You departed as well, heading in the opposite direction of him. You felt a lot better about the class now, and you were starting to feel hopeful that you would, in fact, be able to graduate on time.

The class was still incredibly hard. You found yourself cooped up in the library every single Friday trying to learn, and every single Friday, Yunho would sit with you and help you with the lessons and homework. It was a ritual that would begin with you stressing in the library and end with you and Yunho going your separate directions at the end of the night.

One day, while you were sitting in class waiting for the professor to show up, you were sitting next to a bunch of girls talking about him.

“I want to take a bite out of his ass,” one girl said, immediately sending you into whiplash to see who on Earth was talking about the educator in that way.

“Tell me about it. Whenever he wears those tight pants of his, I feel like combusting,” another girl said.

“Did you guys see what that one girl wrote on the fan club forum?” the girl who wanted to take a bite out of Yunho’s ass pulled out her phone and showed the girls.

You craned your neck to see— what the fuck did they mean by fan club forum? Apparently, there was a forum on the school network dedicated to Professor Jeong Yunho, and on the forum was a post that one of the girls read out loud.

“I would do anything for Professor Jeong to step on me with his long legs and pants that make his booty look so nice… When he stands and puts more weight on one of his legs while crossing his arms over his chest? I lose my goddamn mind. I’d do anything for him to annihilate me.”

“Yikes, this girl is down bad,” Yunho’s ass girl commented.

“I wouldn’t be talking if I were you, ass kink,” the other girl responded while rolling her eyes.

“Hey, better than a foot kink. Someone posted that they would buy Professor Jeong’s feet pictures.”

“That forum is weird…”

You, meanwhile, tuned out from their conversation. Yes, Yunho was definitely attractive, but not once have you thought about him in a sexual sense. You were so out of it that you didn’t even know that Yunho entered the classroom and started teaching. The lesson completely went over your head because you were too busy staring at Yunho’s legs.

The girl on the forum was right. He looked so nice from behind when he stood and had more of his weight on one of his legs while he wrote on the board. And, when he turned around to ask the class a question, you felt your face flush. How could you think about your professor in this sense? More importantly, how on Earth were you going to succeed in the class now that you could only salivate every time you saw the man?

You were praying that Yunho wouldn’t show up at the library that Friday night. Your luck had been turning around, but your luck wasn’t that nice to you because Yunho was there right on schedule and there to help you. When he sat right next to you, as usual, you held your legs together. Tension rose within you the more Yunho leaned towards you to point out problems and information on the textbook.

“Everything alright, Y/N? You’re kind of spacing out now, and I noticed that you were out of it in class the other day,” Yunho whispered.

You nodded frantically— you hated that he paid attention to you in class and that you couldn’t control your expressions that well. Hopefully, he believed you.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m just, uh, a little under the weather. I think I’m going to head home and rest,” you told him while slowly sliding the textbook away.

“You should definitely get some rest. I’ll see you in class next week,” Yunho patted your shoulder lightly.

You nearly flinched when you felt Yunho’s warm touch. Being so close to this hot human being was already extremely overwhelming, but now he was touching you? You desperately needed to leave before you absolutely lost your mind.

Your roommate was incredibly surprised to see you home so early that Friday night.

“Did you actually finish your homework quickly for once?” she asked in shock.

“No… I couldn’t take it anymore…”

“Damn, I was going to congratulate you. What happened?”

You told her about everything that happened that week from learning about the fan-club forum to how you couldn’t look at Yunho with a pure mind anymore. She nodded in understanding before answering, “Professor Jeong is fine… All I can really tell you is to remain professional with him. You need to pass this class to graduate.”

“I know… Is there a way for me to get over this… Fucked up crush or whatever the hell it is?”

“Get laid? Go have a one night stand or something.”

“No!”

“Well, then suck it up. I literally have no advice because this is such a weird situation to begin with.”

With a heavy sigh, you nodded and retired to your bedroom for the night. You prayed to God that your mind wouldn’t give you any wet dreams about the man, but let’s face it, you knew you were going to. When you woke up the next morning, you seriously wondered about your sanity. Maybe the only way to get over him would be to sleep with someone else like your roommate suggested, but you didn’t have the physical or mental capacity for that kind of relationship right now. You just had to suck it up and try your best to act normal in front of your professor.

Soon, it was Friday night once again. That week, whenever you had class, you would enter right before class would start and immediately run out as soon as class ended to avoid Yunho. You even considered not going to the library to get the work done, but you knew that if you went home, nothing would get done. With bated breath, you attempted to study while waiting for Yunho to show up as he usually did to help you.

Yunho showed up later than usual, and he was actually surprised to see you studying in the library. He approached your table and sat across from you.

“Y/N, I’m surprised to see you here,” he said to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Your results from the last quiz were good, and you were in and out of class promptly this week. I assumed it was because you got a good grasp of everything now,” Yunho didn’t sound hurt— he sounded proud, but the look on his face said otherwise.

“I-I mean,” you stammered and cleared your throat. “I’m starting to get it, but I still can’t focus at home…”

“Ah, I get it.”

You nodded and returned to your textbook, your legs pressing together as you tried desperately not to think about Yunho in the naughty way you had been for the past week or so.

“Do you mind if I see what you’ve finished so far?” Yunho asked, snapping you out of your blank mind.

You passed Yunho your notebook and textbook. He quickly reviewed the three problems you had managed to solve in two hours, his lips quickly pulling into a frown. Your heart sank— the look on his face pretty much told you that you didn’t get a single thing right.

“Okay, so here’s where you went wrong with the first problem— Uh, is it okay if I take the seat next to you?” Yunho was about to explain the problem, only to ask for permission to move closer.

You nodded for what felt like the twentieth time in ten minutes. Yunho took the seat next to you, and he explained the problem. Thankfully, all of the dirty thoughts you had disappeared the second you started properly studying. You knew that you and Yunho were leaning into each other as you shared the textbook, but your body wasn’t physically reacting to his touch in the slightest, which made you all sorts of relieved. All you needed was for Yunho to actually teach you for your mind to get out of the gutter.

He had assigned ten problems for the homework that week, and you were able to get through six of them before the library staff came to your table and kicked you out. You and Yunho stood outside the library doors as you tried to figure out how you were going to finish the last four problems before class the next week.

“Y/N? You okay? You have a grim look on your face,” Yunho said softly.

“Yeah, well, no. I don’t know how I’m going to finish the rest of the homework… I think I’m going to lose my mind this weekend just trying to work on the other four problems…” you sighed.

“Well, I want you to be able to enjoy your weekend…” Yunho trailed off as he thought out loud. “I have an idea, but you’re more than welcome to decline.”

You shot him a questioning look. You noticed Yunho’s ears get slightly red as he looked away and cleared his throat. He seemed to be mustering up the courage to tell you his proposal.

“Would you like to come back to my place? We can hash everything out tonight so you can relax the rest of the weekend.”

You couldn’t help but gawk. You knew for a fact that all the girls in that fan-club forum would kill for the situation you were in right now, but you, on the other hand, actually debated the idea. The thought of finishing your homework with the professor and knowing that you did the homework correctly made you want to eagerly say yes, but you also wondered about whether or not you’d be able to remain sane if you did go back to his place.

“What do you say?”

Yunho’s apartment was nice. No, nice was an understatement. His place was fucking gorgeous. He had a duplex in the middle of the city that was minimalist and elegant and expensive as hell. You knew that he was pretty famous in the field, but it didn’t occur to you that he would be rolling in dough (especially because he was a college professor and you didn’t think that professors made that much money).

He led you to the dining table and gestured for you to take a seat, which you did timidly. You felt way out of place in such a posh place that you couldn’t help but shrink down in the chair. You felt even more out of place when you saw Yunho unbutton the cuffs of his shirt sleeves and rolled them up, revealing his muscular forearms. You had to swallow the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth quietly to keep it together.

“You can just take out your notebook. I’ll grab my textbook. It’s filled with my annotations,” Yunho told you as he walked towards a room.

So, you pulled out your notebook and pencil case and waited for Yunho to return from what you assumed was his bedroom. He sat down next to you and opened the textbook to the assigned pages. He immediately got down to business, leaving you to wonder about his apartment later and focus on the homework first.

It took you about an hour to get through the remaining problems— the annotations in his textbook really made the process go faster. You were astounded by the details of his notes. You knew that his work was very eloquent based off the way he solved the problems in class, but seeing them in his personal textbook was a whole new game. You were even more amazed by your professor at that point.

“How do you feel about the problems now?” Yunho asked while closing his textbook.

“Amazing. Thank you so much, Yunho,” his name was starting to become easier for you to say.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. I’m glad I was able to help,” Yunho smiled sweetly at you as he placed a light hand on yours.

You felt your entire body flush when he touched you. You immediately locked eyes with him, your body tingling as he kept his hand on yours. Yunho looked as though he wanted to say something, but he didn’t utter a word. His hand, however, went from resting on yours to going under your hand, his fingers lacing with yours. He held your hand and brought it to his chest. Your heart raced faster and faster the closer he got to you.

“You know, Y/N,” Yunho started his voice hushed. “I worry about you.”

“W-why?”

“You’re one of the most hardworking people I’ve ever met, and I admire your tenacity. All I want is for you to succeed.”

“But why do you worry about me?”

“The past couple of weeks, you’ve been acting rather odd. Did something happen for you to be acting this way?”

“I… Uh…”

“You can trust me, Y/N. You can tell me anything.”

He looked into your eyes earnestly. You didn’t know how to vocalize your thoughts to him because, truth be told, you didn’t want to tell him the truth, but you didn’t want to lie to him either. You cast your eyes downward, unsure of what to do.

“Y/N, I just want you to know… You’re an incredible person, and you’re so smart and capable. Please remember that when you’re having a rough time…”

Yunho cupped your face and left a soft kiss on your cheek, your heart nearly bursting through your chest. You looked up immediately and locked eyes with him once again. Yunho rubbed your cheek with his thumb lightly, his gaze getting softer. Your heart was pounding so hard that it was all you could hear. You were barely able to hear Yunho’s voice over the sound.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You nodded slightly. You closed your eyes then felt his lips press against yours lightly seconds later. Your eyes fluttered open when the kiss ended, and you saw a look of longing on Yunho’s face. He finally let go of your hand, only to place his hand on your waist as he brought his face to yours once more. Your hand held onto his shoulder as he kissed you again, his lips trapping your upper lip. He kissed you slowly and delicately as if you were a glass doll.

You don’t know how he managed, but Yunho somehow brought you to his bedroom, his lips still passionately connected with yours. He laid you down gently on his bed and pinned you down, his fingers slipping under your shirt and moving upwards slowly, his fingernails tickling your ribs. He left you with a mind-numbingly sensual kiss before sitting up. He knelt before you as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt before discarding it behind him, the fabric rustling as it flew through the air and fell onto the ground.

If only the girls of the forum could see him now. The bedroom lights were off, so the only things illuminating the room were the lights from the buildings outside and the minimal moonlight that shone through the city faintly shining on the pale skin of Yunho’s body. He had a beautiful figure. His defined muscles swelled up as he pinned you down again. He pressed light kisses against your jawline and neck, making your toes curl.

“Y/N,” Yunho breathed out, his breath tickling your collarbone. “Let me know if at any point you would like to stop, and I’ll stop.”

There was no way in hell you were going to ask him to stop. You felt his lips suck lightly on the skin on your neck, earning a slight moan from you. You held onto his shoulders and continued to stifle moans the more he left light hickeys all over your neck and whatever was exposed of your chest in your top.

Usually, you were one for animalistic instincts, and every time you dreamt about Yunho, you dreamt about him completely ravaging you. You didn’t expect him to be so soft, and you didn’t expect to like it so much. All of your senses were heightened. When his fingers made any sort of contact with your bare skin, your nerves tingled. Your arms instinctively wrapped around him and your fingers were buried in his hair when he returned to your neck, his teeth occasionally nibbling at your sore skin.

You nearly whimpered when he moved away from you. He held the hem of your shirt and removed it, your shirt dropping to the ground. His arms wrapped around you and unhooked your bra before pushing your bra up. Your bra was still on you, and at first you thought it was a little uncomfortable, but then Yunho began sucking on your nipples and all the discomfort immediately disappeared. Between the painfully good suction and his teeth tugging on your overly sensitive nipple every so often, you felt like you were losing your mind. Your hold on him only got tighter as he decided to alternate between breasts.

His fingers fumbled with unbuttoning your jeans briefly as his lips were still on your breast. With a soft sigh, he released your breast to move up and help you out of your jeans. He tossed the jeans to the side then ran his hot fingers along your leg, trailing upwards slowly until his fingers got to your panties. He trailed kisses along your torso as his fingers hooked onto the hem of your panties and pulled them down, his kisses trailing closer and closer to your cunt. He nudged your legs so that your feet were pressing into the bed while your knees were bent and up.

You knew that you were completely soaking wet at that point, and that fact was emphasized when Yunho ran two of his fingers up your pussy, his fingers teasingly pressing through your folds. They continued to barely penetrate you as Yunho brought his face up to lock lips with you again. While one hand was busy with your pussy, the other pulled off your bra, allowing you to move a little more comfortably. You ran your fingers through his hair and rested your other hand on his neck, pulling him into you because you desperately needed more of him and his lovely lips.

Yunho pushed two of his long, slender fingers inside you, which surprised you so much that you nearly making you bite his lower lip. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers go further and further into you. He fingered you slowly as he continued to kiss you, making you feel all sorts of ways.

You were panting heavily when Yunho released your lips. He also pulled his fingers out, your arousal fluid completely coating his two fingers. When he licked his fingers, you covered your face in embarrassment— how could he just do something like that so casually?

The tinkling of Yunho’s belt buckle echoed in the room as he removed his belt. He leaned towards his nightstand and produced a condom before returning to you. He held the packet in between his teeth as he removed his pants and underwear, revealing his penis— his massive, smooth, straight, hard penis. As you stared at his penis, your eyes trying to calculate his length, Yunho ripped open the condom packet and swiftly rolled the condom on.

With one hand right above your shoulder and pressing into the mattress, Yunho positioned himself, the tip of his dick rubbing against you slowly. You couldn’t help but stare at him, your body flushing as you observed his facial features in the moonlight. He looked stunning as he hovered above you, his hair nearly shielding his eyes, his muscular arms tensing up as his penis slowly started making its way into you. You let out a gasp as you felt him stretch you out, his length fitting inside you completely to the point where you felt him hit your cervix.

“Y/N,” his husky voice rang out. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you responded while nodding.

“Okay. I’m going to start moving, then.”

That being said, Yunho pulled out just as slowly as he entered, only to thrust into you slightly faster. You let out tiny little yelps as you felt him move more and more, his waist hitting yours gently every time he thrusted into you.

“Ah! Yunho!” you cried out as you felt him repeatedly hit your cervix. “M-more!”

You didn’t even know what you meant by that, but Yunho apparently did. Moving from his hands to his elbows, he lowered his upper body. He brushed his lips past yours briefly at first before encompassing them. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and clutched him tightly.

Yunho’s pace sped up, the entire bed moving as he got faster and harder. Yunho let you freely moan and cry as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck to leave wet kisses. The sensation was too much for you— you felt yourself nearing your climax. You let out a breathy moan and dug your nails into Yunho’s skin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna to cum.”

Hearing your professor swear did it for you. You pushed your head back into the pillow and cried with pleasure as you came. Shortly thereafter, Yunho’s thrust slowed down, and with a final thrust, he came, his cock spasming inside you. Yunho groaned in your ear, the sound of his groan turning you on all over again.

After a brief moment, Yunho pulled out and removed the condom. He got off the bed to throw it away, leaving you in a puddle of yourself on his bed. You didn’t even realize that Yunho left his bedroom until you pushed yourself up, your back leaning against the headboard. He returned with a glass of water and handed it to you as he sat on the edge of his bed. You drank the water slowly as you watched the man let out a pleasant sigh.

“How do you feel?” Yunho asked, his body turning to face you.

“I feel really good,” you admitted honestly.

“Me too.”

He moved into the bed and sat next to you. He pulled the duvet over the two of you, allowing you to cover your naked body. Seeing that you were done with the water, Yunho took the glass from you and set it aside on his nightstand. His hand found yours, and he laced his fingers with yours while brushing hair out of your face with his other hand.

“You’re so lovely, Y/N. You’re so lovely and so beautiful,” Yunho whispered before leaving a small kiss on your temple.

Hearing the gorgeous man next to you compliment you made you all sorts of shy. You felt your face heat up as you avoided eye contact with him. You felt his fingers go under your chin and turn your head so that it was facing him again leaving the sweetest kiss on your lips. You got even more shy with that, but there was no way in hell Yunho was going to let you turn your head away from him again.

“Do you feel better now?” Yunho asked in reference to what got you, as he put it, all out of sorts.

“Actually… I do. I feel a lot better… I think…”

“You’re uncertain?”

You took a deep breath that ended with a sigh as you mustered the courage to tell Yunho the truth. You looked him right in the eye and said, “On one of the college forums, there’s a fan-club for you… Have you heard of it?”

“I have, actually. The other professors make fun of me for it all the time.”

Your eyes went wide— does that mean he saw the thirst post from that one girl that your classmates were talking about?

“Did you post anything on the forum?” he asked.

“What? No!” you were completely flustered.

“Damn, I was kind of hoping you did…”

Yunho saying “damn,” made you want to fuck him again right then and there, but you refrained because you were curious. “Why?”

“Because I want to know if you like me like that, too.”

“Well, I might not have posted on it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t agree with some of the stuff posted,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“There was a post on the forum about the way you stand during class, and when I paid attention to what the post was pointing out, I immediately had… Dirty thoughts… About you…”

“Is that why you’ve been so squirrelly?” Yunho asked with a slight chuckle.

He cupped your cheek and rubbed it with his thumb, his fingers tracing along your sensitive ears. You pressed your face into his warm hand just a little more, enjoying the sensation of his lovely touch. You nodded and let out a light sigh, the weight of your dirty secret lifting off your shoulders. He kissed your forehead and smiled softly at you, your heart skipping a beat looking at the caring expression on his face.

“I have a question for you, then,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Does that mean you had dirty dreams about me?”

Embarrassed you dropped your face and covered it with your hands. You could tell that Yunho was trying to keep from laughing based off the way his chest was swelling up. He put his arm around you and hugged you, your hot cheek pressing against his even hotter chest.

“Then tell me something.”

“What’s that?”

“Was I better in your dreams or in real life?”

His question sent you into shock. “I-I really can’t say…” was your lame attempt at responding.

“Then tell me what I did in your dreams, and maybe we can make them a reality.”

You leaned away from Yunho and stared at him, your jaw dropped. You felt his hands trail along the curve of your waist then get to your thigh. He pulled your thigh up and closer to him, the look of lust on his face intensifying.

“Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”

You thought seeing Yunho in class after the two of you had slept together was going to be very awkward and very weird, making you dread attending class. Why did Yunho have to make attendance mandatory?

But, when he walked in for the lesson, it was anything but awkward. You did have to press your legs together as you watched him teach, but you were completely captivated by him instead of avoiding his gaze at any given moment. And, when enough of the students in class were distracted, he shot you a sly wink, making your entire body flush with heat.

“How is it that Professor Jeong gets hotter every time we see him?” one girl near you whispered to another.

“Tell me about it… God, I’d do anything to have him pin me down and annihilate me.”

Your mind immediately flashed back to you and Yunho having sex and him becoming more animalistic after you described your dreams to him. You buried your face in your textbook so that no one would see your beet red face.

Before you could leave class, Yunho called your name, making you freeze in your tracks. You could feel the rest of your classmates who were still in the room stare at you (mostly the girls, their eyes full of envy). Yunho was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his legs shoulder width apart with most of his weight on one of his legs— also known as the stance that drove all the female students crazy. You walked towards the professor and stood before him, trying your best to remain calm, but your heart raced faster the closer you got to him.

“Are you understanding the material?” Yunho asked, despite already knowing your answer.

“Barely…”

“Then,” Yunho leaned towards you and lowered his voice. “Instead of studying in the library, let’s keep studying at my place from now on, okay?”

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Too Sweet (for me) - Part I

A/N: everybody say thank you Hozier for releasing this song and for making me wanna write smut inspired by it. (this is a 2 parts oneshot and chapter II will be posted tomorrow! Enjoy :)

TW: explicit language; explicit sexual content

Part II

Word Count: 906 words | You can also find this story on AO3!

Red, fae lights flashed through the dimmed hall of the pleasure hall, each spark of light revealing bodies moving, dancing, grinding to the obnoxiously loud music as patrons lost themselves in each other’s unfamiliar touch. Azriel wasn’t sure if he was amused or appalled as he watched them from where he leaned against the bar, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He settled on relieved that not a single familiar face looked back.

If the people around him were curious about why the court’s Spymaster was among them, they didn’t let it show. Other than the pretty fae looking his way with a coy smile every now and then, no one else seemed all that interested in his presence – which served him just right. He wasn’t particularly interested in making conversation. In fact, the very purpose of being here was to be able to forget about himself – about who he was, what and who he wanted – for just a single fucking moment.

He wasn’t sure he was being all that successful.

He signalled the barman for another glass, wondering if maybe the key to forgetting it all was to simply do as they all did – to get so shitfaced that the touch of a stranger wouldn’t repulse him, that his worries and doubts would disappear, drowned in a dangerous amount of alcohol that not even his Illyrian body would be able to burn through fast enough. Rhysand had seemed to think so.

Azriel wasn’t as convinced.

Not when, even three glasses of whiskey in, he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. A kaleidoscope of memories haunted him each time he blinked, painting those empty, craving moments with images of her parted pink lips, her breath, warm and wet against his skin, her hooded brown eyes. How they fluttered shut when his scarred hand wrapped around her throat. A gentle yes so sweet, it had nearly sent him to his knees.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? She was entirely too fucking sweet for him. A lightness that he knew wasn’t for him, no matter how much he craved it. No matter how much he craved her. And, Mother, did he crave her.

But he couldn’t have her. That much, had been made pretty clear.

So Azriel gulped down his drink, wincing as it burned a path down his throat. He willed it to numb him, even if he knew how unlikely it was that he’d be able to burn her memory away from his brain. But that was why was here – to stop him from wanting what he couldn’t have. Or at least to forget about it. At least for the night, he could replace her satin skin for someone else’s, and maybe the rough touch of a stranger would wash away the memory of her soft hands and all the times they had held on to him. Maybe a night spent fucking someone new would make him forget about all the fucked-up, twisted fantasies of her tied to his bed and how they had brought him release.

He eyed the pretty fae looking his way, eyed the dancefloor with its pumping heartbeat, an incitation promising all sorts of wicked things – and let himself go.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long it took him. Didn’t particularly care about anything but the wind on his face, the cold biting into his skin, sobering him up as he flew. He clenched his hands as he landed on a familiar garden, willing his heartbeat to slow the fuck down as he blinked away the darkness that suddenly seemed to surround him. He didn’t need to look around to know where he was – he knew exactly where he was. Knew the pansies and the violets and the gardenias that peppered up the front lawn just as he knew that there wasn’t a world where he could avoid her a second longer.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. He had no business being here, absolutely no business wanting her to open the front door, preferably dressed in her pink satin robe, cheeks rosy and a soft smile on her lips. He had no right to smile at the thought of her welcoming him into her home, into her bed, into her body. He had no right to listen to her sweet moans, to feel her panting against his naked skin as he slid into her–

“Are you coming in?” A sweet voice interrupted him, indecent thoughts coming to a halt. Azriel whirled around, taking in the sight in front of him. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched her watch him back. Leaning against the door, hair tousled and falling down her back, Elain Archeron was a fucking vision. Her cheeks were rosy, her arms crossed over her chest. Under her open, pink satin robe he could see a glimpse of lace that had him swallowing down every obscene thought going through his mind. Elain tilted her head, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking about and wasn't particularly impressed. For a second, he wondered if she would take back her question and send him back to his apartment, but without waiting for a reply, she turned around and went back inside, leaving the front door wide open. An invitation if there ever was one.

He knew, without a doubt, he had no fucking right to follow her inside.

And yet, he did.

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nexility-sims · 10 months

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𝐍𝐎. 𝟏 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | VARIOUS LOCATIONS, DECEMBER 1990

❧ 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

‎‎‎‎‎ ❛ The banality of human tragedy wasn’t enough for a princess. Some may have said it was an insult. The publishers, insatiable in their hunger for a story, chased answers. They would force slippery, delicate reality into the shackles of narrative. They would explain the unexplainable. Numerous leads bubbled forth in the immediate days following the event. At first, they came as a respectful trickle of whispers. Then, they came in a loud burst that could fill the amorphous space between breaking news and solemn coverage of a state funeral. Most of the claims were false: the queen had held the gaze of an owl twenty days prior; a storm had thrown and scattered stones in an ominous glyph; waterway residents had heard plaintive weeping from the water before the disappearance; a daykeeper sent a letter to the palace warning the mountains were shaking with longing; the princess was terrified of water and had diligently avoided it before this fateful outing. The latter was true.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

It wasn’t moving water that paralyzed her. She had appreciated the crashing of beach waves and the foaming, rushing flow of rivers. The waterfalls in Yaas had captivated her. The problem was still water. Placid and smooth, the expanses of lakes and ponds and swimming pools unsettled her to the core. Others saw them as gentle and inviting; these comely traits, to her, were the duplicity inherent to any natural danger.

As with many fears, this one had been formative. These bodies summoned memories of gasping and flailing—a visceral recollection of the moment in which her swimming education both began and ended. The publishers would report that she refused to bathe in tubs or put her face beneath a shower head. These details were embellishments, but they knitted together the perfect narrative to rendered the death star-crossed, inevitable, and shadowing even in the unobstructed light of day. With such winking glints of absurdity, a deluge of articles teased intrigue from something utterly ordinary.

Indeed, that was the wretched truth with which the family had to contend, even as days of newsprint consoled the public with fantasy. Once the body was recovered a few hours later, the coroner called it what her fellow passengers had assumed: an accident. People drowned in Uspana every day. Such a demise was considered divinely favored, and the context—the story that underwrote it—didn’t matter. The mountains claimed their favorites regardless of whether their lungs filled with a few inches of bathwater or deep inhales of Canarís Bay saltwater. These favorites were regular people. They were also, from time to time, royalty.

The cause was misadventure, not malevolence.

Still, when Beatriz stumbled over to the telephone on the day she received the news, she took a deep breath to steady herself and said with conviction, “Arnaut, he's finally killed her. Please come home.”

TRANSCRIPT:

[A] Boating? Seriously? [S] New yacht, too. He named it the Safyanora. Sweet, isn't it?

[A] I just can't believe he convinced you to go on it. [S] Me either.

[S] We've been giving each other space for a few weeks. [A] Is that what you call it?

[S] I should put in effort, you know? Be forgiving. [A] You do. You are. The problem is when he takes advantage of it, which is every single time.

[S] Friends will be there with us. There'll be no fighting—not the terribly unfun kind, anyway. [A] {Sighs.}

[A] And you're still not wearing the ring?

[S] For now. We'll see how I feel after this trip. [A] Uh huh.

[S] He promised a romantic getaway! Maybe that's what I need. [A] It's true. You work too much.

[S] No, you don't work enough—[A] Hold on. Someone's here.

[S] I can let you go … I do have work to do. [A] {Chuckling.}

[A] Abelina, tell Auntie hello. [AB] Hi Safy! [S] Hello, baby girl.

[A] It's bedtime story o'clock, unfortunately. [S] I'll call you when I'm home in a few days. [A] Good. I love you. Have fun. [S] I love you, too. Goodnight.

[S] {V.O.} Hi Mama. Sorry I missed you.

[S] {V.O.} We arrived in Intizara a couple days ago. There were more cameras than usual. It was disconcerting.

[S] {V.O.} Anyway, I'm calling you from the water.

[S] {V.O.} Aren't you proud of me? {Chuckles.}

[S] {V.O.} Manuel and Eita are with us.

[S] {V.O.} We're having fun, all of us.

[S] {V.O.} I needed this.

[S] {V.O.} We needed this.

[S] {V.O.} I know you don't want to hear it, but he's making an effort.

[S] {V.O.} I feel hopeful. Call me back. I love you.

[B] {V.O.} This is not a message for voicemail.

[B] {V.O.} I wish you had come to the phone just this once.

[B] {V.O.} How do I say this? It's unspeakable.

[B] {V.O.} {Sighs.}

[B] {V.O.} Arnaut, he's finally killed her.

[B] {V.O.} Please come home.

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Let me stay

A self-indulgent comfort fic with Sebastian. TW: Depression

It was bound to happen eventually.

From the minute you’d arrived at Hogwarts, it seemed like everyone and their gran wanted you to solve all of their problems. It started okay, just an extra assignment here, a rescue mission there, but soon you were stopping rebellions, covering up murders, and watching as your father figure died in your arms. Really, it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise when you eventually crashed and disappeared.

Sebastian had been searching for three days before he finally found a trace of you in the form of a burned-down poacher camp deep within the Forbidden Forest. The scent of ash still overwhelmed the area, and he knew you couldn’t have gone far.

He followed a nearby path, taking note of the dead spiders that were now proving to be something of a navigational aid to find you. Poppy had warned him about the centaurs living here, but he doubted centaurs had anything to do with this. No, this had your signature all over it. He was the one who taught you confringo, after all.

After a bit of walking, he eventually stumbled across a small, cream-coloured tent nestled within a clearing. Unlike those belonging to poachers or goblins, this one stood alone. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle when he spotted the unicorns grazing nearby. Trust you to run away and join a herd of unicorns.

He calls your name as he approached, not wishing to startle you and end up hexed or worse. The flap opened then as if it had been expecting him, and it gave him the opportunity to look inside. The tent had clearly been enchanted to appear smaller than it actually was. A large wooden beam decked out in fairy lights stood in the middle, offering support for the structure and providing a warm, inviting glow. At the back of the tent, a claw-legged bath sat next to a large bed, and Sebastian had half a mind to crawl in and take a nap.

Until he saw your head appear from beneath the covers and his heart sank. Your eyes were bloodshot, the dark circles beneath them only serving to accentuate your pallid complexion and it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping.

“Took you long enough.” you rasped. “I thought you would have been here days ago.”

Sebastian snorted and kicked off his dirty boots, the tent once again sealing itself behind him. “Yes, well, turns out you’re a much better hider than I am a seeker. And that’s saying something.”

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes and he resisted the urge to pull you into a crushing hug. Instead, he settled his hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb over the tear tracks. He hated seeing you like this. You were one of the strongest people Sebastian had ever met. You took on the world repeatedly and won every single time, and had been the only source of light and comfort for him when everything went down with Anne and Ominis. He’d thought that nothing could phase you, but he’d been wrong. Very wrong, and now he was determined to return the favour.

“I’ll run you a bath.” He stated, pulling his hand away. He didn’t miss how your head briefly followed his touch before you caught yourself.

“I think you need one more than I, Sallow.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, flipping the taps shut when the water reached the perfect temperature and amount. “Very funny today, aren’t we?” He held out his hand to you. You took a second to think it over before finally releasing a sigh and placing your hand in his, allowing him to pull you from the sanctuary of your new bed. It had been so long since you’d moved from it that Sebastian was forced to support your weight as your legs turned to mush.

Once he was sure you were steady, he turned away from you. “I won’t look.” He promised. He heard the sound of your robe dropping to the floor and willed the blush from his face. It wasn’t the time to act like a school boy with a crush, even if that’s exactly what he was. He needed to be there for you emotionally and mentally. Maybe one day, hopefully, physically, too, but not yet.

“You can turn around now. I added soap, you can’t see anything.”

Sebastian took a deep breath and turned to face you. You were staring into the water with a distant expression he’d never seen on you before, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat before he let himself cry for you.

He spotted an old book laying on the floor by the bed and grabbed it. He quietly moved behind your head then and transfigured the book into a handled copper cup. Sebastian dipped the cup into the bath before reaching up and slowly pouring the water onto your head, careful not to let it run down into your eyes. Sebastian gently brushed his fingers through your hair, untangling the knots that had formed during your days of tossing and turning. He felt you deflate, your head leaning back towards him as he massaged more soap into your scalp.

No words needed to be said, Sebastian already knew why you needed to get away, and one look at you told him that you wouldn’t have the energy to open up verbally to him, anyway. He would bring it up with you later, he decided, but for now, Sebastian focused on helping you completely the basic tasks you’d clearly been neglecting. He knew it wouldn’t bring you out of the dark place you found yourself, but it was a start.

When all of the soap had been rinsed from your hair and the water had cooled, Sebastian leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and rested his chin on the top of your head. He knew this was an entirely inappropriate situation to put you in, but both of you had been through too much to care about notions of “decency”, and by the way you brought your hands up to hold onto his arms, he knew you didn’t, either.

“Come back to the castle with me.” He whispered into your now clean hair. “Or let me stay here with you. I just ... I don’t want you to be alone anymore. You don’t need to be alone anymore. Let me take care of you like you care for everyone else.”

His words opened a floodgate inside of you, sobs wracking your body before you could stop them, and Sebastian held you tighter against his chest. It physically pained him to not just turn you around and embrace you fully, so he settled for pressing chaste kisses into your head and temple and allowed his own tears to fall freely. Sebastian didn’t know how long you both stayed like that, but the water was well and truly cold by the time you’d settled down.

Sebastian went to grab a towel when he felt you begin to stand, and by the time he’d returned, you were wrapped in a fluffy robe he assumed was enchanted from your school one. He didn’t waste any time in draping the towel over your head and palming out the remaining liquid. It was mostly dry by now, but he’d hate for you to catch a cold from sleeping on wet hair.

“I want to go back with you.” You muttered, meeting his gaze for the first time that night. “Tomorrow. We’ll go back tomorrow. I’m too tired to face anyone but you tonight.” You took the towel from him and threw it across the room, your fingers tangling with his as you lead him towards the bed.

If this were any other situation, Sebastian thought he could have died from being invited into your bed. He had fantasized about it, often, if he were being honest, but now all he felt was a warmth engulfing him. You trusted him completely and without reservation, even after everything he himself had put you through, and he knew he would do anything to keep it that way.

You both crawled into bed while he used his wand to snuff out the lights, plunging the tent into almost complete darkness. He reached over then, pulling you slightly on top of him so your head lay on his chest and his arms were once again around your shoulders. Sebastian thought, at that moment, he would give anything in the world to stay here in this tent with you. No more obligations, no more goblins or curses or demanding professors. Just you and him. He supposed it had been just you and him for quite a while now, but he liked it better when you weren’t taking on the world.

“Your heart is beating so fast.” You whispered, and Sebastian could hear the teasing lilt in your tired voice. “Do you want to sleep on the floor? Perhaps take a cold bath yourself?”

His face burned at your words, and you laughed as his heart sped up even more. Sebastian huffed and pulled the covers over you both. “Shut the hell up and go to sleep.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy headcanon #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #angst #comfort

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I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 4

Warnings: Sex, implied sex, mentions of sex, mentions of manipulative/abusive relationships, depression, some language.

To be read in tandem with @cellythefloshie Cool for the summer!

Hi friends! This is overdue but here it is. Keep an eye out for 1K followers soon!

Enjoy!

Maddie was humming absently while she sketched a dress for her summer assignment, small smile on her face. She had music playing low in the background and the sun was shining through her bedroom window as she moved her head along absently to the beat.

She’d been spending a lot of time with Seth, and sometimes Andrei for about a week now and every good summer before this one suddenly looked below average in comparison. Everything that had ever been said about summer love was 100% true.

She started noticing things about him she never had before. The way he smiled at her, the way he laughed, the way he held her hand. All of those things made her feel like she was on top of the world when he was around her.

“Madison.” She paused and turned to find her dad standing in her doorway in uniform, concern on his face. Usually when her dad made an unannounced visit to her room, it was to either ask her if she’d done something wrong, or scold her for doing something wrong. But this visit wasn’t about her for once.

“Who died?” She joked spinning around in her chair.

He scoffed and crossed his arms “I’m worried about your sister. She’s downstairs in bed-“

Mouths mouth fell open and she let out a breath “She’s STILL in bed?��

She’d barely seen Harper in a week. Now and again she’d emerge from the basement for a minute and go back down, and after the third day Madison was beginning to think she’d imagined Harper moving back home and the sister she’d spent the last few weeks unpacking with had been a figment.

He nodded “Yes. She doesn’t seem to want to talk to me. So I was hoping she’d talk to you. Maybe just let her know we’re here for her.” Her dad looked worried and she didn’t blame him. Harper had always been strong and capable. Now that had crumbled and her dad had seen the vulnerability and it scared him. Growing up they’d been opposites. Madison had been the one to give their dad a run for his money while Harper was the responsible, reliable older child. Now that Madison had her shit mostly together and Harper was barely hanging on, he didn’t quite know what to do. She supposed it was hard for him as a single dad with no one to turn to about how to fix her problems, which is why he was coming to her.

She was worried about Harper too, but she also knew to give her space for a while. Sometimes the more you pushed her, the further into her shell she went. Harper would need a lot of time to recover, but the time for space was running out.

“She knows that dad. She just doesn’t want to accept help because she doesn’t think she deserves it.”

How her dad let Darren continue to walk around alive Maddie would never know. Because he didn’t deserve it. Maddie would have sooner driven him to a cliff and shoved him off of it.

Her dad pursed his lips “That guy really did a number on your sister didn’t he?” He asked quietly.

“How hard is it to hide a body? Like on a scale of 1 to 10.” Madison asked “Out of curiosity of course.”

He chuckled and ran a hand over his hair “Like a 5, but that’s just what I’ve heard. So you’ll talk to her?”

Madison nodded “Of course. Don’t worry about it dad. Harper’s gonna be fine.” She tried to sound reassuring, and her dad smiled at her, though he didn’t look totally convinced, as he disappeared down the steps and out the front door and Madison made her way loudly downstairs stomping purposefully on each step so Harper could hear her coming.

She was going to try and set her straight once and for all. She could hear her sniffling as she made her way down the steps.

Harper was curled up in bed, nose red and snotty splotches across her cheeks. She looked like a sad sweaty mess. All the optimism she’d had just a few days ago was gone, and she was back to the Harper she’d been when she first showed up back home. Maddie hated it.

“Dad send you down here?” Harper asked quietly.

“No. I just wanted to come see my bright and cheery big sister.” Maddie said arms folded.

Harper curled up facing away from her “You two need to stop feeling sorry for me and just,” she sighed “leave me alone.”

Madison made her way over and sat on the end of Harper’s bed and let out a breathy laugh “No Harper I’m not going to leave you alone. Maybe you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.” She crossed her fingers next to her lap, hoping that tough love was the right approach here and wouldn’t backfire.

Harper turned completely to look at her. She was frowning, looking a little mad and that gave Madison hope. At least she knew she was listening.

“I’m not-”

“Aren’t you?” Maddie cut her off “Because from where we are it sure seems that way. You've been laying down here for almost a week. You haven’t gone to work. You’ve barely eaten…Now your trying to shut us out. we’re worried about you. I know you’ve gotten used to being cast to the side, but it doesn’t work that way in this house and you know it.”

Harper was quiet, eyebrows furrowed so Madison continued before she could interject “I know what you’re going through can’t be easy. In fact I can’t even fathom how you're feeling about it all, but don’t you think you might feel better if you actually tried to feel better? It’s not good for you to be down here all the time by yourself.”

Maddie was right, and based on the look on Harper’s face she knew it too. Harper couldn’t heal all by herself. Since they were kids, and their mom died, Harper had been insistent on doing everything on her own. Taking care of everything and refusing help just wasn’t going to cut it anymore. She needed help, and Maddie was giving it to her whether she liked it or not,

Harper cleared her throat and sighed “What am I supposed to do Mads? You’re my only friend and the only other person who wants anything to do with me is that kid.”

Madison was smiling “Your not really in the position to be choosy about friends Harper. And what kid? You mean Andrei?”

Harper scoffed “Yeah, the man child.”

“You don’t even know him.” Madison was shaking her head with a chuckle “He’s not a bad guy and if you weren’t so insistent on being rude to him you would know that.”

“You sound just like dad,” Harper sighed falling back and hiding in the pillows.

Maddie shrugged “Maybe dads on to something. Harper I know you're still really hurting but at some point you know you have to try and heal right? If not for us, for yourself. And I have the perfect way to start. Some of my friends from school and I, we’re going out to the fair by the cabin for Canada day, you should come. Sarah’s sister is coming too, so it’s not like you’re going to be stuck with a bunch of us kids.” She said air quoting.

Harper looked apologetic and hugged her “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” She said quietly.

Maddie laughed, “I know and it’s okay. So you’ll come. It wasn’t a question by the way. More of a statement.”

“Yeah, I’ll come,” Harper smiled, for the first time in a week and it gave Maddie a glimmer of hope. Just a few hours ago she’d been bedridden in the dark, and now she was so willingly going running. A better result than she’d expected when she’d come downstairs.

“Good, now, what are you going to do about today? You’ve been in bed or days. Think maybe it’s time to face the world Harper Alexander? See that it’s not so bad out there?” Maddie turned her head to the side and smiled hopefully. She would do anything to get Harper out of the mental mess she was in right now.

“A run could do me some good, maybe?” Harper said quietly with a nod.

Except that.

“That sounds great, but I’m not coming with you. You know me, I don’t run unless I’m being chased and even then I don’t like to sweat.”

Harper laughed and moved to grab some of her running clothes, and the air in the room seemed to change.

“I’d never expect that from you.” Harper said with a chuckle.

“Good. I don’t want to see you for at least 45 minutes, an hour even, extra points if you throw another 30 minutes on to that. I mean it. Go clear your head, and come back with a new outlook on things. But not for an hour. Or else.” She said wagging a finger at her.

“Alright, alright, I’m gone. A whole hour.”

She watched with some hope and optimism as Harper readied herself to leave, some bounce in her step that hadn’t been there before. Madison took the basement steps two at a time and loitered around until she heard Harper call out an “I love you!” And leave.

She pulled out her phone

Dads at work. Come wow me. You promised😉

She tucked her phone in her pocket and watched as Harper jogged down the driveway and disappeared down the street. Seth’s parents van was gone, but his car was present in the driveway. She’d seen them leave during the morning but then return after lunch so she knew he was home. Whatever excuse he’d make to Andrei was his problem not hers, but there was 45 minutes of time they might not get again so he’d better hurry it up.

Her phone buzzed.

Be there in 5. A promise is a promise.

Maddie made her way up the steps to her bedroom, a ripple of excitement surging through her as she pulled the curtains closed, clicking on a small night light in the dark bedroom. She stood there in the middle of it, looking around at the walls and the photos on them. There was years of memories there, lots with Harper and other friends, and more with Seth than anyone. Summers, parties, roadtrips, the long weekend at the lake over the years. She had so much time with him already and the next step was about to take place right here in the midst of all these memories.

Her eyes moved to the picture tacked up on the board above her desk. Her, Seth, and Harper before he left home to go play in Portland. If you’d told that Madison she’d be here now waiting for Seth to sneak up to her bedroom she would have laughed and called you crazy. But she had no idea what was going to happen years later.

Madison and Harper were sitting on the floor of the living room, a bowl of popcorn between them as they watched the game on tv. Their dad was on the couch behind them paying bills, occasionally glancing up whenever the announcer started yelling.

“This quality blows.” Harper complained squinting at the picture “I can’t even see where he is.”

“He’s…right there.” Maddie said pointing at him.

They spent as many of these nights as they could in front of the tv to watch Seth play. He’d been gone for half a season now and while he didn’t spend a lot of time on the ice, they still watched and held out hope to see him a little bit. It was weird to not having him around, and the three of them tried to arrange a FaceTime call at least once a week. The girls had some trouble adjusting to his absence at first. Maddie had no one to hang out with and Harper had no one to mother. The last few times they’d spoken he seemed to be in better spirits than he’d been the first few months he’d been gone.

“Sure would be nice if he’d score a goal or get in a fight or something.” Their dad said from behind them.

The girls started giggling “No way.” Maddie said in between laughs “The last fight he got in was with Harper and he lost.”

Harper held up an arm, made a muscle and slapped her bicep area “Seth picked the wrong one. It also helped that Maddie held him down.”

“Leave that poor boy alone-“ Their dad chuckled and rolled his eyes but before he could continue Seth hopped on the ice and caught a breakaway which caused Maddie and Harper to both start yelling as they watched him race down the ice and score. They let out a screech and high fived as they watched him celebrate with his teammates.

“I miss him.” Maddie said leaning back against the sofa “It’s still weird not having him here.”

Harper nodded “Yeah I agree. There’s no one to pick on now that he’s gone.”

“Think he misses us?” Maddie asked glancing at her.

Harper nodded “Definitely. Probably carries around our school pictures.”

“Keeps them under his pillow at night.”

“While he cries himself to sleep.”

“I miss my best friends-my only friends. I miss my-“

“Okay okay enough.” Their dad was laughing behind them “He’s not here to defend himself. You two are ruthless.”

Maddie smiled a little at the memory and looked down at her feet. While she should have been nervous, she wasn’t. Sitting there on her bed, waiting for Seth to sneak over felt like she had been preparing for this moment her whole life. Like it had always been about this moment. She was nervous at all, not scared, not anxious. Just ready.

She heard the door open, and knew it was Seth by the sound of his footsteps. He came up the steps slowly, and made his way down the hall pausing outside of her door. She turned when she heard it open and smiled. She didn’t feel nervous, but he looked nervous.

He smiled back and shut it behind him locking it to be safe, and reached a hand forward to pull her to her feet.

“Are you sure? I just want to make sure your good with all this, and comfortable. I can wait if-“

“Seth. I don’t want to wait. I’m sure. 100%.”

He smiled and then said quietly “Are you nervous?” He had his hands braced on her waist.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck “No. Not with you. Are you?”

He shook his head back and forth and then said “Yes.” With a large smile before he moved forward, closing the gap between them. It was dark, and quiet and the tension in the her room was so heavy she was drowning in it but it all disappeared when he leaned down and kissed her.

He had been holding out on her.

It was heavy, the kind of kiss that hit her right in the lady parts, and would have knocked her out of her shoes if she’d been wearing them. She was so dazed she nearly forgot to kiss him back, but regained her composure and wrapped her arms around his neck. He had her backed up against bed now, hands everywhere, as they continued kissing. He was gentle as he eased her down on to her bed, hands sliding up underneath the T-shirt she was wearing, a winterhawks shirt he’d brought her home after his first season away.

“Can I take this off?” He asked pulling away for a moment. All the nerves Maddie hadn’t felt earlier she was feeling now. They had bubbled up into her throat making her unable to speak. She nodded, pulling herself up to a sitting position and raising her arms over her head so he could pull it off. He slid it very gently over her head, fingers brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

Even in the dark she could feel his eyes move down her body, and a heat shot through her as he leaned forward agonizingly slow to kiss her again, stealing her air. She gripped the underside of his hair, moving her fingers down his shoulders to the hem of his shirt and gave it a tug, leaning back so he could pull it over his head. She reached down between them, fingers sliding down his abdomen to the waistband of his shorts, hooking her fingers in them.

Seth’s skin felt hot to the touch but he let out a little shiver as she ran her fingers just under the waistband. He stopped her though when she gave them another tug.

“Mmmm.” He shook his head and nodded to her “You first.”

She leaned back, undoing the button on her jean shorts and lifting her hips to wiggle them down her legs so he could pull them off. He nearly got lost for a second before he regained his confidence he’d had just a few seconds ago and tossed them to side.

She shook out her hair “Your turn.”

He shed his own shorts, just as she unhooked the clasp of her bra and stretched her legs out so he could pull her underwear off. He leaned down to kiss her again, pressing his front against her own, one of her arms coming to rest around his neck. Her skin was feverish against his as she gave a little shiver. He’d gotten himself so amped up he was getting ahead of himself, and took several deep breaths to slow himself down. He could feel Madison’s heart thumping around and brushed a strand of hair off her flushed cheek as he slotted himself between her legs, and looked up at her a lock of hair falling across his forehead.

“Ready?” He asked softly

She nodded, closing her eyes and he very slowly pushed inside, pausing as she rolled her hips around adjusting, before pulling back out and pushing in again this time more forceful. Seth had one arm braced on the mattress next to her head and the other was gripping her waist. He let his head fall forward, and it came to rest in the crook of her neck as he continued moving in and out of her. His vision turned sideways as he tried to focus on the drag of friction every time he moved, and Madison’s eyes slid closed, her back arching so far off the bed she could have levitated right off had he not been draped over her, a long slow breath escaping her lips as she did.

“Seth.” She breathed as one of his hands brushed against the smooth skin as the base of her throat. He kissed her hard, her teeth catching his bottom lip. He pushed harder and faster, and she let out a gasp as an ache settled between her legs and she started to shake. With a small squeal, she dug her nails into his arm and closed her eyes dreamily as the room turned upside down and inside out and she had a slow, pulsating orgasm that washed over her in waves. Seth followed immediately after, pushing as deep as he could before the burning sensation in his arms became too much and she draped himself over her both breathing heavily. As the stars dissipated and their heart rates slowed he finally looked up at her. He had a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hair was a mess but she could see his smile clear as day even in her darkened bedroom.

“So?” He asked after a few minutes of silence “On a scale of 1 to wow, where did that fall?”

She giggled as he pulled out and laid next to her “Definitely wow.”

Seth smiled and ran a finger across her jaw line and let out a breath “Mission accomplished. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He sometimes couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. He wondered why he’d never noticed before, and what he’d been looking at for all these years. But all he could do was make up for lost time now.

She shook her head “No.”

“Hm.” He frowned and fixed her with a look “Well I’m gonna start. I’m gonna tell you everyday.”

She rolled her eyes and sat up glancing at the clock “Okay. Today though your going to have to tell me on the way out. It’s been 45 minutes and Harper can only run for so long.”

He sat bolt upright mouth open “Harper? Oh my god I didn’t even think about her being here. To be honest though I wasn’t really thinking with the right head when you texted me to come over.”

“Seth ew!” She picked up a pillow and smacked him with it. He chuckled and sat up, leaning down to pick up his shirt from the floor and shrug it back on. It was quiet for a few moments as they searched for their clothing before he cleared his throat “Hey what are you doing later? We could do something, dinner or…something.” He said hopefully.

She smiled and shook her head “I can’t tonight.” She said pulling her shirt back on “Me and Harper are going to that carnival by the cabin.”

“Oh.” She heard him sound mildly disappointed but then a hopeful “Hmmmm.” afterwards. When she turned he was smiling mischievously and held his hands up and shrugged “Wouldn’t it be such a funny coincidence if me and Svechy just happened to be there?”

Maddie paused, smiling and nodded in understanding “It would be pretty funny. Hypothetically of course.”

He looked confused and nodded slowly eyes squinted “I-I don’t know what that means but agreed. So maybe I’ll see you. Hypo-whatever you said.”

She shook her head and looked at him incredulously “Your parents are teachers. It means- Nevermind maybe I’ll see you then.” Madison giggled and leaned up to kiss him, and watched as he walked down the hall, went down the stairs and out the front door. She fell back in bed and eyes slid closed, as she smiled dreamily. It had been everything she could have dreamed of.

But it was cut short when she heard the door open and close. She listened to the footsteps as they moved across the floor.

Harper.

Maddie hopped up and made her way out into the hall and down the main stairs. She would have trouble keeping what just happened from Harper, but she would do it anyway. She would tell her when the time was right.

Harper was pushing her running shoes off her feet by the door and glanced up to see Maddie as she came down the steps. She was soaked in sweat, a thick ring of it around the neckline of her shirt, and spots had soaked through her shirt, but she was smiling which was already a vast improvement from this morning. Maddie grinned. “How was your run? Feeling better?”

Harper nodded and brushed a hair off her face that had fallen out of her ponytail “Much better. Great idea Mads. I stayed out as long as I could.”

Maddie glanced at the clock “53 minutes on the nose. Impressive. I would have died within the first 10. You’ve achieved a level of cardio I could never. I’m just glad it helped. It helped right?”

Harper pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and let out a long breath “I feel great. As soon as I drink this I’m gonna go shower, you still wanna go right?”

“No actually I changed my mind. I don’t wanna hang out with your depressed ass anymore.” Harper made a face at her and Maddie giggled “Duh. Nothing says summer quite like cheap beer and carnival rides. We’ve got time so no rush.” Maddie was so excited to spend time with Harper outside of unpacking boxes and sitting by the pool. It had been so long since they’d done something fun, Maddie couldn’t wait to get her out of the house for it. If a janky carnival was what it took then she would go to 100 of them.

Harper was looking at her over the water bottle and nodded before she wiped sweat off her forehead “So what were you doing while I was gone?”

Madison shrugged and smiled “Nothing really. Just thinking.”

“About anything special? The boy next door maybe?” Harper leaned forward and batted her eyelashes and Maddie smiled.

“Nooooo. Why? Were you thinking about anyone special? The other boy next door maybe?” She mirrored her eyelash batting and Harper grinned.

“Noooo. I’m going to shower.” She said giving Maddie a shoulder bump as she passed her.

“To think about Andrei.” Maddie shimmied her shoulders at Harper and she snorted out a small laugh.

“Ew!” She said looking at her over her shoulder “No!”

Maddie smiled “Might as well. I’m sure he’s thinking about you in there!” She called as Harper made her way up the stairs.

“MADISON.”

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meimi-haneoka · 9 months

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{drabble} Somewhere I belong - Kaito/Akiho

This is the second Kaito x Akiho / YunaAki drabble that is paired with the first one I wrote from Akiho's POV. Please read that one first so you can have a better understanding of the situation!

The setting is the same as the first drabble, but Kaito's thoughts drift all over the place because....well, he's Kaito. He's been officially named as the "overthinker" by CLAMP so now I'm going to call him that for quite some time 😂

As you will be able to see, while Akiho thought to herself without problems that she loved him, you won't see Kaito thinking that, here. This is a very early stage of their new life and he's still far from acknowledging any of that, but he's starting to come to terms with things, at least.

This one might be a bit more angstier than the other one, again because this is Kaito we're talking about. His self-loathing won't disappear overnight. But I hope that the finale will comfort you, at least. ❤️

Once again, I'm not a native English speaker so forgive me if any line sounds weird!

P.s. Dandelion, thank you again! P.s.2 Yes, I also like Linkin Park 😁

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry...”, I blurted out, in a whisper. Every time we ended up in this situation, I would apologize. And she would never reply to it. Maybe an apology wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but I had yet to find out what were the right words to say.

Kaito's POV

I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it.

The way she looked at me when they told her everything, that night. The way she had slowly turned her head and kept her gaze fixed on me, while the British magician rattled off all that my plan had entailed, down to the way it had affected my body. He recovered all the previous memories, and he knew Akiho-san needed an explanation more than anyone else, but also knew I was in no condition (neither mental, nor physical) to give it to her. I could feel her gaze piercing through me, while someone was helping me sitting down, as I couldn't even stand up.

Her hands gripped tightly the tablet, shaking. Her blue eyes, usually crystalline and bright like the Caribbean Sea, darkened several shades and became like a raging storm. They once again glazed over with emerging tears, but she probably held them back, because not even one dropped.

And I felt so weak. My guilt, growing again by the second. I would've given anything to remove that hardened gaze from her and bring back the soft features I've always known. But you see, that was my problem. Giving everything the way I did before wasn’t the correct answer. And I had finally surrendered to the truth, that night. But I didn't know any other way. I simply didn't know how to express how important she is to me without pushing it to an extreme, and that was exactly how we came to that point.

I don’t know when exactly I started to hear that voice inside of me, telling me that I wanted to connect with her.

I could hear it every day, before I carried out my plan. Louder and louder and louder. Kicking and screaming inside of me. I tried to fight it for so long, forcing myself not to hear it. But when she asked Sakura-san to bring me back, and she stated that she refused to keep living a fabricated life, wanting to go back to what she had before with me, I suddenly grew so tired. So, so tired. I was exhausted. I didn't want to fight it anymore.

I've fought countless magicians ever since I was a little boy, and defeated every single one of them. People kept me at a distance for that. And yet, completely oblivious to all of that, she was the one who defeated me every single time. Even this time around, she won. She won over that brutal, devastating desire to disappear forever that had consumed my life to such degree. She won over my guilt and self-loathing that I, quite frankly, haven’t got rid of yet.

So here I was, now, clinging to her like a lifeline in the kitchen, while I waited to regain control of my breathing. I had tried to hide it from her, the first couple of times after I got back on my feet, following that fateful night. But she found out every single time and made very clear that if we wanted to live together from now on, this had to stop. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. Why was I fighting it again? So I did as she requested, and by now, this was already the third episode of seizure she had witnessed.

I didn't know.... how any of this worked. But I wanted to learn. I wanted to try.

I was slowly starting to get it. Why I caved in and agreed to go back to her, that night, despite how confused I was and how much I still despised myself for making her cry like that. She made me feel wanted. Made me feel accepted. Made me feel like I finally belonged somewhere. I hadn’t realized how much I actually had yearned for that, all this time.

I thought I was nothing to her. I thought that she could've lived perfectly fine without me, without remembering anything of what we experienced together. Because, in the end, who was I? Just her butler. I embarked on that mission with the full understanding that I would've always been just her butler, and I played that part till the end at the best of my ability. An expendable tool to let her reach the happiness she deserved.

But I wasn't. I wasn't, and I couldn't see that. I could only finally realize it that night in the most harrowing way possible, causing that face I wished to see eternally smile to be tainted with burning tears, as she poured out all her pain. Pain that I had caused. This wasn't the kind of support she wanted from me, and I failed her terribly.

I was willing to do anything to make things right. So when she asked me, no, rather demanded to not be kept in the dark whenever I had one of my seizures, I had no choice but to comply. That was what she wanted, and there was no way I could refuse it to her.

But now that the medicine was finally starting to kick in, and my breathing stabilized to a more normal rate, I raised my head to look at her worried face and I couldn’t help but think how unfair all of this was on her. She was so young, and she didn’t deserve to withstand all of this because of my choices.

She helped me stand up and supported me all the way to the couch, where I finally laid down and released the tension from my stiffened muscles. Seizures usually left me completely exhausted and sore.

She sat down on the floor next to the couch, and we exchanged a long, wordless stare. Her eyes were again clear and bright. Before I drifted in a dreamless heavy sleep, I remember I felt so grateful to have her by my side. I didn’t deserve it. But the warmth I felt in my chest, contrarily to before, felt so nice. And I was pretty sure she was the cause of it.

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snowbunn15kaiii · 1 year

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I legit wrote this for our roleplay project,, and yes this was written by a 14 y/o that’s why it’s full of crap Not an x reader but should’ve been, maybe I’ll change it but for now this is all i have.. This is a modern au Btw Enjoy ^^

Some people say that their mom will and always have your back, or that they’re your first teacher, and first friend, but what if that’s not always the case? You see Kuni’s mother, Ei is usually very.. very.. very busy. Busy enough not to have time for them. People would say it isn’t such a big deal but it is, once you experience it by yourself not feeling your mother’s love can really be bothering.

“Mom look at this! doesn’t it look good? I drew it” Kuni will say, his eyes sparkling in excitement. “Not now kunikuzushi I’m busy” Ei would repeat each time.

“Oh okay, I’ll just put it here so you’ll see it once you’re not busy then!” again, kuni smiles to his mother whilst putting his drawing on the table.

Although kuni could understand that his mother has something to do, sometimes he asks himself ‘how come mom never finishes what she is doing?’

But hey there’s a good in everything, Kunikuzushi here, or kuni does still feel that motherly love from his aunt Makoto, she provides him with all the love, all the comfort, and all the understanding he needs.

Whenever kuni’s mother couldn’t give him attention, his aunt Makoto is always there for him. Oh you need a someone to play your legos with? aunt makoto can help. What’s this kuni drew something? Aunt makoto is so proud! It would always be makoto, and not ei.

But the world seems to hate him so much, so it took away his aunt. And this only made his mom more distant, her sister is the only one she has and it had to be taken away from her. Things weren’t easy enough as it normally is, make it more so when the only thing you’re hanging on disappears.

Kuni: Mom.. Ei: Kunikuzhushi this is not the time.. Kuni: WAS THERE EVEN A TIME YOU’LL LISTEN OR COMFORT ME?! Ei was taken aback at kuni’s outburst. Had this been the result of everything she’d work hard for to make her son’s life good? What about all the sacrifices she made for him? She wasn’t even able to spend time with her now dead sister. Ei: LOOK AT HOW UNGRATEFUL YOU ARE! I DID ALL THAT FOR YOU!! SO THAT YOU’LL HAVE A GOOD LIFE, AND YOU’RE BLAMING IT ON ME?! Kuni was enraged he didn’t want any of this riches, all he wanted was to feel his mother’s love and comfort, was that so hard for her to understand?

Kuni: I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR ATTENTION WAS ALL I NEEDED? I GREW UP WITH AUNT MAKOTO RAISING ME AND NOT YOU! The two of them did not have a good relationship even as time passed by, and it resulted to kunikuzhushi being deprived of love and affection. And oh he tried so hard to find it, and he thought he’d find it in friendship. But that didn’t really end well.

Kunikuzushi did not have great experiences with having friends, he did have some back then but they didn’t really last, they’d betray him, some even manipulated him( ehem ehem dottore??). Because of this he didn’t have much friends, and it only made him afraid of trusting people.

Everything only worsened when pandemic came, he was isolated, alone, with no one to talk or spend time with. Sure people will say “they’re rich they won’t have any more problems” but is that really true? Yes Kuni can buy whatever he puts his eyes onto but does it even help? no it doesn’t. No matter how many things he have there’s always going to be something missing. Everyday was suffocating, it’s as if you’re trapped in a box that’s growing smaller each second. He just wants to be happy is that something so wrong? Why does everything have to go downhill? questions linger his mind, and it feels so heavy to carry it. Every single day it gets worse...”but it’ll get better” he says, and he hopes it does.

Eventually, while scrolling through his phone, kuni found this interesting game he now play very often. This allowed him to talk to people and eventually spend his time socializing, ‘even if this isn’t much, this is a step up’ he’ll think to himself.

One eventful day a random player named “Barbatos” decides to join his world and had a small chat, he said his name is venti and soon they played together, fought bosses, and farmed materials. Kunikuzushi would lie to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy venti’s company, he was fun, humorous and interesting.

-in call- Venti: KUUNIII Kuni: what? Venti: are you mad sweetcakes? Kuni: just.. what is it? Venti: since we’re friends now would you like to join my discord server? Venti: ehe I have some other people in there too!! Kuni: If those are venti clones I am out. Venti: BUT THEY’RE NOT. THEY’RE REAL YK Kuni: okay.. i guess Venti: why do you sound as if I’ve done something bad to you that you don’t trust me.. Kuni: .... Kuni: just send the invite venti. -Scaramouche have joined the AN(emo) Boiz- Heizou: oh?? Venti: Ehe he’s the one I’m talking about, Kunikuzushi : ) Kazuha: Ahh he’s that interesting person you’re talking about Kuni: Hi : ) Kazuha: Hello there! I hope we could get along and be good friends!! (friends lang ba?) Venti: XIAOO COME AND WELCOME HIM >:( Xiao: Hi, hope you get along with them and not get that annoyed by everyone. Enjoy. Kuni: thanks everyone.

Within just a few weeks Kuni had already been close with everyone. They’d have frequent in game hang out, and sometimes they even go to malls, amusement parks, and cafe’s to keep each others’ company.

But hey what’s a life without struggles? We’re talking as if the boy hadn’t suffered enough. Kuni still does experience occasional anxiety attacks or sometimes he’s really going to be really off because of some.. issues. And his friends didn’t just let him be at those points, they would always, always check up on him, one way or another.

Kazuha: @Kuni, you’ve been off lately.. Is anything bothering you? : ( Venti: YEA you weren’t able to join our weekly hangout today.. you okay?

Xiao: we’re worried.. Heizou: That’s right, and you’ve been offline for hours already Kuni: where did ya’ll even get this? I’m fine. Venti: No you are not, stop lying already Kazuha: Please, you know you can tell us anything right? Heizou: That’s right! Xiao: And we know when something is wrong. Kuni: I can’t really lie my way can’t I? Venti: HAH! THAT’S GOOD THAT YOU KNOW Kuni: Well...It just soft of happens occasionally but it would always have such big impact on me..

Eventually Kunikuzhushi ended up telling them everything about what’s been happening to him and his problems. It didn’t take a while for the group to understand and start comforting their friend.

Kunikuzushi felt more at ease by this, it’s an understatement to say that he’s thankful to have met them. Really, Kuni is sure he needs to thank venti for this, venti did make it easier living in this pandemic, especially now that he met trustworthy and very good friends. Although he knows that there are a lot more obstacles in life, having some people to lean on wouldn’t hurt right? There’s still tons of things kuni needs to fix, including his relationship with his mother, but everything will be fine, we just need to keep on moving forward in life.

#kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche angst #scaramouche comfort #anemo boys #kazuha #heizou #venti #xiao #scaramouche #genshin scara #wanderer #scaramouche modern au

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snakegorl212006 · 1 year

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Exploration (pt 5)

Pomefiore

Seeing as I know who they are going though this part should be a breeze.as much as a breeze this will be, it would be cruel of me to skip them entirely. Based on kalim’s reaction, it would be a relief to find out that someone from the living know that they exist and they don’t feel invisible . Though I would say I’m quite nervous meeting a famous actor and model. Grim seems relaxed going in here. When I entered the luxurious doors of the Pomefiore wing I was greeted with music and the scent of honey lavender. The air felt refreshing, almost like a calming relief. Just one problem. The feeling of eyes watching my every move. Like I’m on stage. Fortunately it seems peaceful in the main lobby. My search began starting with the lower floors plus the outside. I walked to the kitchen,nothing in there ghost wise. But there was a basket full of fresh apples. Something that wasn't there before. Still feel like I’m being watched. I exit the kitchen where I saw grim being petted by a young guy with unusually lavender hair. In his hand was an empty basket. I walked forward which made him look up at me. He looked surprised that I could see him now. He walked to me and placed the empty basket in my hands then he grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the backyard to the garden. Though there were mostly poisonous and medicinal plants and herbs there happens to be a single apple tree with fresh apples still left on the branches. When we reached the apple tree the young male disappeared .This tree must mean that the ghost was epel,the assistant who was an apple farmer I guess he wanted me to pick some apples. How am I gonna get them out of the tree? I only picked the apples that were in my reach. Then something told me to look up behind me. I turned to face a window. As soon as I turned, a figure exited out of view. I quickly wrapped up the apple picking and headed back inside. I placed the apples next to the other batch, then I headed upstairs. Before I could pick a room, a sharp gust of air passed by me which ended with a sound of something being punctured. I turned down the hall to see a make-shift archery board. There was an arrow stabbed dead center. “I apologize. I had no other way to gain your attention, amore” a voice spoke with a slight accent. I turned to see a familiar face holding a bow. His green eyes smiled as he gazed at me. That bob cut and that accuracy and that unforgettable gaze. I’m looking at rook hunt. “Roi du Poison, is waiting in the other room” Rook said as he pointed to the master room. “Thank you…” I said and he gave me a smile before walking down stairs. I looked to see he was gone. Behind me was the creaking of the door. The master bed room is open and has an overwhelming sweet smell rolling from it. Whatever it was sure attracted grim who came walking upstairs head up high. I followed behind the silly cat but the more I edged closer, the more dizzy and suffocating the air became. Humming was heard from the room. An eerie toon. I reached the door where the dizzy smell grew the strongest. The room was slightly dim where the majority of the lighting came from the vanity. The main issue was there was no one around. I entered the room where the door closed on purpose. That smell grew stronger which made me feel dizzy. My vision blurred for a second. When I gained some control I noticed a person sitting on the validity chair. The Vil Shoenheit was sitting in front of me doing his makeup while humming. Well i see it it’s proof enough now i have to go before i pass out. I turned around to leave only to feel paralyzed. I couldn't even speak. That smell continues to overwhelm my senses but its not a painful dizziness. Now it’s drowsiness. This air once again brought me comfort like a blanket. My body leads itself to the comfort of the bed almost like I was floating. The comfort of the sheets. The perfect air. I guess a nap wouldn't hurt. My vision fades so does that figure resting above me stroking my head comfortably. I guess a nap woulden”t hurt….. The i felt something sharp. I shot up awake to see grim hair on ends as he meowed almost in panic as he rubs against me like we haven’t seen each other in years. I looked at the time and it was almost sundown. How long have I been asleep? Weakly i got up from the bed and searched for my journal. The journal is on the vanity so I went to grab it. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something glossy. There was a kiss mark on my forehead leaving me with much confusion. I wiped the mark off,I gathered my things then I began to leave. I wonder why he did that.

#twist haunted au #twisted wonderland haunted au #twisted wonderland x reader #twist x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel x reader #twist ghost au #twisted wonderland ghost au

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omegaprotocol · 8 months

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Old Friends

Jason lives in a studio apartment with a single window outlooking the city with a fire escape. The place has clothes lying around and several instruments on stands looking pristine. Next to the instruments is a desk with a computer, sound system and mixer. Jason’s alarm clock is blinking as if a power out hit it. Jason is unconscious in his bed, with messy hair and dirty pajamas. One eye opens as he lazily reaches out for his phone with one hand. The time says 4:25 Pm. He stands up and puts his slippers on. He looks at the mess and gives up on cleaning it right now. He sits down at the desk, picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. On the computer screen is a new song that he had been working on for months with no progress. He looks at a picture of him and his grandma at his graduation from college and lets out a deep sigh.

“I’ll make it one day.” Jason plays a few more notes when the doorbell rings. Jason changes shirts to something cleaner and opens the door. On the other side is Hailey, a childhood friend of his from all the way back in middle school. She’s standing with a robot in a lab coat and the baseball cap Jason had given Hailey years ago.

“Hey Jason, I need your help with something important.” Hailey walks past Jason into his apartment and looks at the mess. “I see you still have the same organization skills as you did in college.”

“Hello to you too, and I wasn’t expecting company from you and your next science fair project. Why is it wearing my hat?” Omega holds her hand out to Jason excitedly.

“Hello, it’s wonderful to meet someone new! I am Omega Zero and I am programmed to save the world!” Jason looks Omega up and down before taking her hand and shakes it.

“That’s cute Hailey, but why is it here?” Jason turns to Hailey, “And frankly, why are you here? You don’t return my texts or calls, flake when we make plans, and disappear for a year and all the sudden you need something from me.” Hailey goes to Jason’s kitchen and grabs a soda from his fridge without making eye contact.

“That sums it up pretty well actually, and I was working on something really important.” Hailey gestures to Omega. “After I got that contract from the government, she needed my full attention." Jason sighs knowing that she says this for every robot she builds, and this time is no different. “I need a place to hide her until I figure out what to do next.” Omega begins looking around the room and shows interest with Jason’s music studio setup.

“Hide her? Why does she need to hide?”

“Turns out the government didn’t actually want a robot to protect Earth, they wanted a weapon to use for themselves. So I had to steal my blueprints and sneak Omega out of the lab so the government couldn't have her. She is much too important to let fall in the wrong hands.”

“Wait, so you actually built like a super murder robot for the government?”

“No, I didn’t. Omegas programming is very clear. Her only two objectives are to protect the people of Earth, and defend the planet from any harmful threats.”

“And why can’t she stay at your house?”

“The government is on my back and would expect me to hide something there. This is way less obvious.” Jason looks over at Omega, who has picked up a drumstick and is looking it over with genuine curiosity. Jason face palms before answering back.

“You're lucky I hate the government. Fine, I’ll house your little fugitive until you can build some other invention that magically solves all your problems.”

“Thanks Jason, you're a lifesaver.” Hailey quickly leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

“Yeah no problem, I live to serve you.” Jason looks up at the ceiling and lets out a groan. He looks at Omega waiting to see if she is going to do anything. Omega is now sitting quietly at Jason’s drum set. She takes the baseball cap she was wearing and holds it out to Jason with a smile.

“This is yours, I wanted to return it to you. Dr. Hailey would wear it around the lab but it has your name on it.”

“Oh, thanks. I gave it to her a long time ago.” He sets the hat down on the kitchen counter. “So are you really going to save the world, like, superhero crimefighter robot style?”

“Someday I hope so! Right now I don’t know much about the world and I hope to learn more. From what Dr. Hailey lets me read, humans seem really complicated, but they are really cool!” Jason’s expression changes from tired to curious.

“You hope? That isn’t something that robots normally do.”

“Well, I am not a normal superhero crimefighter robot.” Jason see’s Omega’s genuine happiness and innocence and can’t help but smile back at her.

“What was your name again?”

“Omega Zero! But you can just call me Omega.”

“Do you like music?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.” Jason sits down at his studio setup and begins showing Omega what all of his equipment does and plays some music for her.

#superhero #superheroes #comics #original character #original story #ocs #omega protocol

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poly-thot-one-piece-edition · 1 year

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Hat Trick

Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Language, violence, sexual themes, crass humor -

Summary: Hat Trick is a purely self-indulgent story. It's more porn than plot (at least at the start), but there's a story in there too.

It's my first multi-love story, and little slow going, but I hope you enjoy it.

18+ as always.

Chapter 2: Terms of Endearment

“You wrote a contract?” Eustass Kid questions, reading over the single page you handed to him and Law.

You had really sat down and chewed on the entire idea once you had gotten home, and had started to list out notes to make sure you were keeping everything in order. That had shifted into drafting something like a contract, not that it was meant to be legally binding in any way. You had titled it “Terms of Endearment” because you’re a nerd and it amused you, but now that the two of them were reading it with bemused smirks on their faces you wanted to take the pages back and just disappear.

You were all having coffee and donuts at a café down the street from the Gym. Having this conversation at the Gym felt wildly uncomfortable so you had all opted for the small café.

You were also acutely aware of how good the two of them looked right now. They weren’t wearing anything special, jeans and t-shirts both of them, but maybe it was because everything was out in the open about, but it just wasn’t fair. It was hard to focus on them before now, and it was certainly worse now.

Worse? Better? Right now it was really hard to say.

“It’s… yeah.” You admit your face going red. “I got worked up last night thinking about everything and this helped me calm down, and -.”

“No, it’s fine Mouse.” He interrupts, his face twisting as he fights to stifle a laugh. “It’s very you.”

You make a displeased noise, and Kid covers his mouth with his hand.

“You want Eustass-ya and I to spend time together… without you?” Law questions. Unlike Kid he had been reading over it for the last couple minutes.

“Eh?!” Kid turns his attention back to the paper and starts reading, you can see his golden-brown eyes moving back and forth.

“Yeah, I mean, you guys don’t have to get along 100%, but I’d like you to be able to get along with each other without me around. I don’t want to worry I’ll be coming back to a fight or something every time I leave you on your own.” You explain. “Not that that’s really ever been a problem, but-.”

“I get it. You’re worried the change in dynamic from friends to lovers would make things worse.” Law interrupts with a sigh. His expression says he wants to argue but can’t. “The logic’s sound.”

“This is all Honor System based.” Kid says after reading the whole thing.

“Yeah, I’m not trying to get lawyers or blood oaths involved.” You’re grinning as you look between the two of them. “Besides, I trust you two. If not then, well, I mean, I probably wouldn’t have been willing to try this.”

Kid makes a face as he looks over it again.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing in here to protect you.” He says, setting the paper down and tapping it. “What if we get to the end of this trial and you decide you don’t like either of us? I mean, if you pick one or the other, then the other just bounces – finds a different gym, keeps their distance on campus, that sort of thing.”

“I… huh? I mean… we would just… go back to being friends, right?” You had been so sure about that, but seeing Kid and Law’s faces was making you feel weird.

“(Y/N)-ya…” Law hesitated, but you could understand the look on his face.

“Sorry Mouse, but we did this because… I mean, shit. It sounds like a punk-ass thing to say, but I’d need some time if you picked that emo-fuck.” Kid’s expression was caught between embarrassment and frustration.

“He’s not wrong.” Law admits.

“Oh. Oh… ah hahaha, aahh – heck.” You put your hands over your face. “I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”

“It’s alright, we were trying to not pressure you.” Law explains.

“… The way you two keep talking, it’s like you’ve been talking about this between yourselves before now.” You say, peeking from between your fingers enough to see them both flinch.

“It was… a few weeks ago.” Law starts explaining. “We both knew how the other felt about you long before then (Y/N)-ya, but-.”

“Long before then?” You repeat. You’re not mad, but you were starting to wonder how long you had been oblivious about these two. You’re starting to feel a little horrified that you never noticed before now.

“… I’m not gonna recount sappy shit like that in front of him.” Kid grumbles. “But yeah, long before.”

Law clears his throat and pulls the conversation back. “A few weeks ago, we heard someone talking about Sweetest Day. We made, well, a Gentleman’s Bet. We’d ask at the same time, the same way, and take whatever happened.”

“I said you wouldn’t be able to choose,” Kid interjects with a grin. “You’re too nice, Mouse.”

“That’s when we agreed to offer the compromise.” Law finishes dryly. “The counteroffer,” he says tapping the paper, “wasn’t exactly expected, but I can’t say I’m completely surprised.”

You’re quiet for a moment before you sigh. “So, everything’s going to change just before winter break no matter what.”

“Everything was going to change once you graduated,” Kid says, and when you catch his gaze you can feel the heat rising in your face. “We weren’t exactly oblivious, Mouse.”

“It’s another reason why we were willing to take the risk.” Law adds.

“I wasn’t… I mean, I meant to… um.”

“Meant to say nothing and just let that ship sail, eh? Gonna move back to whatever part of the Metro you came from and let it go?” Kid’s voice was mostly teasing, but there was a twinge of irritation. “That’s letting things change for shitty reasons, Mouse.”

“For what it’s worth,” Law offers. “You weren’t overt, but it wasn’t impossible to notice either, and the two of us are around you more than most.”

Kid grunts. “You didn’t smile at Killer the same way, and your voice wouldn’t hit the same pitch, unless it was him.” He explains, jerking his thumb toward Law.

“Oh gods don’t start telling me my tells.” You say, putting your head down onto the table and covering the back of your head as you face goes red. “It’s too late for me to stop and I don’t need to hear it.”

Kid chuckles. “Alright, but there is one more thing we need to talk about, Mouse.”

“Somewhere other than here, though.” Law says, standing up. “It’s not a conversation that needs to be overheard.”

“You comfortable having us over?” Kid asks as you and he get up as well.

“I mean, yeah?” You did just admit you trusted them, and they were more likely to behave with the other around to keep them in check.

“Let’s head over there then,” Law says, “I’ll drive.”

“Do you even have a car? Your whole crew’s a buncha eco-freaks.” Kid asks as you all file out of the café. “I just can’t imagine rocking anything with more leg-room than a Prius.”

“You make it sound like you haven’t customized that beast of yours to be practically zero emissions.” Law retorts easily, clicking a button and flashing the lights on a black Audi with gold rims.

“That’s not a Prius,” you grin at Eustass as he snorts. “Is that an RS7?”

“It’s the limited edition,” Kid grumbles before Law could answer.

You made Kid sit up front with Law and gave directions to your apartment from the café. It was a short enough drive, and nothing happened in the car. You took them up to the fourth, and top, floor of the complex and brought them into your space.

It was a simple enough design. A small hall with a coat closet and space for shoes that opened into a kitchen on the right and a living room space beyond that. Your bedroom was to the left, just after a door to a half-bath that was meant for guest usage. The full bathroom was beyond that, with a better entrance from your room. It was almost completely square, and easy enough to maintain. Ideal for one person with enough extra space for a couple guests.

The living room had just enough space for a sectional couch and a TV, with a couple stools that were under the breakfast counter that separated the living room and kitchen.

You made coffee and tea for drinks for everyone and Kid and Law settled into either side of the sectional. Setting drinks down, you pulled a stool over to the coffee table and sat on it, facing the two of them.

“So, what’s the clandestine topic you have to share that can’t be said in a café?”

“How much do you know about the Metro’s underground?” Law asks calmly.

You almost choke on your tea.

“I mean, I grew up close to the center of the city.” You admit, regaining your composure easily. “I’m sure I know more than most. Like, I know the Warlords by name, and I know they’re meant to keep the Emperors in check. I know the outer sections have, um, Kings – people who establish themselves in those areas and make a bid for either a Warlord position or Emperor position.

“And all that is because everyone believes the legendary One Piece is somewhere in the center of the Metro.” You take a sip of your tea as you finish.

“Wow, Mouse.” Kid looks genuinely surprised. “Here I thought you were just a little house mouse.”

“Do you know who the King of East Blue is?” Law sets his tea down as he asks. If he was surprised by what you knew you hadn’t caught his expression.

You nod. “I would like to hope so.”

“Friends of yours?” Kid questions and you nod again. He laughs, and it’s full of amusement. “Fuck Mouse, we were walking around on our tiptoes and here you’re practically in the same boat.”

“Eh?”

“Eustass-ya is the King of South Blue, and I’m the King of North Blue.” Law explains. “Half of why I’m finishing my degree here, and why Eustass is here, is so we can watch over East Blue for Luffy while his crew’s traveling.”

“So… you’re all friends?”

Law shrugs. “It’s more like an alliance.”

“It turns out what we’re all after is just different enough there’s no reason for us not to help one another.” Kid explains.

“I… huh.” You sit on the stool and mull over what you were hearing.

“We wanted you to know what you were potentially getting into, if this goes forward.” Law says. “It’s not the kind of information that should said lightly, but it would be -.”

“It’d be fucked up if you fell for us without knowing we’re basically criminals, Mouse.” Kid interrupts.

“Yeah… I…” You make a weird noise of frustration. “Hang on.”

You get up and go into your bedroom, pulling a picture down that has you, Luffy, and Shanks. You’re barely even ten in the photo and Luffy’s a couple years younger, and Shanks wasn’t pushing forty. You go back out into the living room, looking down at the picture, before sighing and handing it over.

“I’m… not allowed to speak on the details, but I think that says enough.”

You might not have seen any surprise on Law’s face before, but you certainly saw it now. He handed the photo over to Kid who nearly dropped it.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing he’s not part of our plans.” Law admits, shaking his head lightly. “Of all the possibilities to expect, this was not one of them.”

Kid laughs, setting the picture down on the coffee table. “We’re all a bunch of idiots. No wonder you were always so vague about your family, Mouse. Fuck, we were all worried about running the others off by bein’ honest.” He leans back, putting his arms out along the back of the couch. “This all sounds like the best outcome we coulda hoped for.”

“I mean, yeah, but… ah, I hope I don’t come across as rude for saying this, but I’m not officially associated with, um-.”

“Neither of us are here ‘cause we’re trying for anything like that.” Kid says with a crooked smile, waving his hand idly. “I mean, we didn’t know about any of this until just now.”

“And we’re not like the Charlottes,” Law added. “We’re not going exploit you.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t, I just -.”

“It’s fine, Mouse. We get it.” Kid pats the couch. “We got all the details covered, come sit down.”

“I am sitting.” You insist, motioning to your stool.

“You’re not sitting. You’re perched like you’re a sneeze away from locking yourself in your room.” Kid says, giving you a sarcastic look. “Your paper thing said you wanted the three of us to hang out from time to time, and not just one or the other of us, so,” he pats the couch again. “I’m not going to eat you. I mean, not unless you ask me to.”

“You’ve sat between us before,” Law points out.

“Yes, before uh…” You wave your hand idly, but get up with a bit of a sigh, walking past Law’s legs to sit in the turn of the sectional. “It was easier when I didn’t know that anyone knew.”

Kid slides a little closer, turning at the last minute and bringing his leg up so there was a buffer between the two of you. He’s still tall enough to close the distance, but he stays back for the most part.

“If anything makes you uncomfortable, just use a color system, Mouse.” He offers with a sure grin. “Green means you’re good, yellow means you’re not sure and things need to slow down, and red means you need things to stop.”

“That sounds like safe words for BDSM,” you muse, glancing over and seeing Law’s moved closer as well, his position mirroring Kid’s.

“It’s a straightforward way to communicate that’s easy to remember in the heat of the moment.” Law explains, the look in his eyes making your face go red. You can’t hold onto the golden gaze and look away, opting instead to look at your knees and feet. “What color are you at now?”

You can feel Law and Kid leaning closer. You can feel your heart thundering in your chest, and you’re certainly you’re lit up like a Christmas tree right now, but you’re not uncomfortable. Embarrassed, sure, and certainly not in a mind to initiate anything yourself, but you don’t feel unsafe.

“G-green.”

“You’re beet-red and you’re saying green?” Kid muses. He doesn’t sound argumentative, just curious.

You nod.

“Can you explain it to me, (Y/N)-ya?”

“I… I’m not afraid, and, um, even though I’m – I’m,” you stumble over the word and just wave your hand around your obviously red face. “It’s… not… uncomfortable. I’m not worried or… anything.”

“So, if we go a little further,” Kid’s voice is heavy in your ear and you can feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

His fingers slip over your yours lightly, and Law’s do the same with your other hand. You can’t believe these two coordinated this, but you can imagine they’re both caught up in the moment in similar ways. Kid’s hand is hot, almost feverishly so, and Law’s hand is cool by comparison, almost cold. Neither were uncomfortable, but you were reminded of red vs blue, fire vs ice, night and day.

Definably different, but oddly similar at the same time.

“If you just turn your head a little,” Kid prompts.

You shake your head. “I… I don’t want to choose, I’m sorry.”

“Then me first,” Law’s voice is practically a command. “I don’t want that punk’s lipstick all over the place,” he grumbles, a thin cool finger pressed against your chin, turning you gently toward him.

You can hear Eustass click his tongue, but he doesn’t argue. Law’s lips find yours, soft and dry and warm, with a kiss that’s restrained. You can almost feel the need and want that lingers behind it, it’s practically chaste, if not for the emotions behind it. You could feel your heart flutter, and the little zip of electricity that skip through your chest made your breath come out just a little heavy.

You smiled softly at Law before you turned toward Eustass.

“Don’t start being competitive already,” You say, seeing the wolfish grin on Kid’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mere, Mouse.” His words are grinning more than his mouth as his lips push against yours. The hot kiss carried the scent and feel of lipstick, but the same restrained emotions swirled behind it. Given his usual default level of fire and passion you felt like he was restraining himself even more, to avoid making you think he was being competitive.

The flutter and zing of your heart was different from what Law did to you, but it was still deeply pleasant and, admittedly, addicting.

If these first kisses were any indication, you were going to face a terribly difficult choice come winter break.

#Hat Trick #eustass kid #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au

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trelkez · 1 year

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Things I enjoyed about Ted Lasso 3.08:

- Will and Henry - Beard and Henry - Richard tearfully saying goodbye to his camera roll - "woof" - password with two s's - Jamie in general

On the whole, though, I was pretty unhappy with this episode, so let's get into it.

1. Let's get this out of the way first, because this is one big part of the episode I wasn't mad about: the Isaac and Colin stuff. I thought the set-up was actually really effective: Isaac trying to force the team to be better people, being firm and supportive and a good ally to women (I was literally clutching my chest during that scene), and then the sharp, sudden drop when he sees the pictures on Colin's phone and storms off. This felt unfortunately true to life for me; being a good ally in some ways doesn't automatically make someone a good ally in others.

I'm hoping this is going to be resolved in the next episode in an uplifting way, because Colin needs it and frankly I, as an Isaac fan, need it. (I've been dreading this moment since Isaac's "that's gay" comment earlier on. This is a show about growth! I need to see that growth.) But I'm not too worried, because they haven't set up anything unresolvable here. I would do whatever the 2023 equivalent of burning your DVD boxed set is if they decided to give Isaac an unredeemed homophobic villain turn at the very end of the series, but I don't think they're going to do that. Conflict, sure; some needed growth, yes; but this isn't a show designed to suddenly pull the rug out from under you and tell you that people are bad, actually. In this one, very specific area, I have faith in the show to do right by us.

And on a sidenote: I've seen mixed reactions to Isaac getting on his soapbox about privacy and then grabbing Colin's phone and looking at his pictures without permission. I wasn't upset about it, tbh. They have been really consistent in showing how Colin defaults to toxic masculinity as a cover, and never moreso than here, where he tries to say what he thinks the average straight guy in a locker room would say and is then surprised to be called out on it. He implied he's going to be looking at the leaked photos, pushes back hard when he's told not to, slinks off with his phone - with every single part of how he acts, and especially with them knowing that Keeley's photos are out there, I would've grabbed his phone too.

What gets me about that moment isn't Isaac violating Colin's privacy, it's that Colin has so thoroughly drawn toxicity around himself like a shield that Isaac has no reason to trust him to do the right thing.

2. I know this isn't really a show about football, but it's still a show structured around football. Season three has been largely indifferent to that, and the lack of structure is really becoming a problem.

3. Nate and Jade are truly adorable, and that makes it all the more frustrating that they went so far with Nate last season and are now attempting to heal it through the power of "but he's a good guy actually." You took him pretty far down the path, show. Move him out of Richmond, and suddenly he isn't the cruel, narcissistic, handsy, life-ruining guy the show slowly built him up into? If this is supposed to be Nate returning to the light because he sees how terrible Rupert is and realizes where he's gone awry, they aren't showing Rupert nearly enough to get that across.

I don't want Nate to have to suffer forever for what he did, because this whole show is about flawed people getting second chances and finding joy and having people to lean on! But what they've done this season has felt like mid-season two Nate suddenly woke up and found out he was the manager of West Ham, and now has to bumble his way through fame while slowly realizing that the things he thought would make him happy are actually hollow without the people who cared about him along the way. Which is a perfectly fine storyline, if Nate had in fact spontaneously disappeared halfway through season two. Since he didn't, we're left with a season that is mostly just saying a lot, "but you still LIKE Nate, right?"

We're being asked to take it on faith that at some point, there will be a reckoning over season two - but for now, can't we just go along for the ride? If they had just let Nate apologize to Ted in episode four, that could have been part of a longer arc of character growth instead of - it seems like - the end point of the story. They could even have had Ted get swept away onto the team bus before he had time to respond, left it unresolved, and still taken a concrete step forward for Nate that is so far entirely missing.

Nate and Jade and their cute romcom scenes especially stand out within this episode. This ep violated Keeley as a plot device; remember when Nate kissed Keeley in the dressing room and we just moved on like nothing had happened? This ep has (at least temporarily) confirmed Colin's fears about the team finding out about him; remember when tearing down Colin's self-confidence was a key part of Nate's journey to the dark side? This ep has Ted taking his kid to Nate's game in West Ham gear; remember when Nate tried to ruin Ted's life? It makes complete sense for Ted, being Ted, to forgive (or tell himself he forgives) and move on without doing any actual emotional processing about it, but you can't ask the audience to do that too.

I was really worried about this after season two ended, knowing that season three was going to ask me to go along on a Nate redemption arc and not being sure how that would go. So far, I'm wildly unimpressed.

But Nate and Jade are very cute.

4. I am so tired of the Ted and Michelle drama, and I really wish I didn't know enough about Jason Sudeikis' personal life to be stuck seeing this as a guy throwing away his own titular character so that he can take shots at his ex-wife. There has been absolutely nothing to Ted's character arc this season except his angst over Michelle. The Dr. Jacob stuff is in fact really unethical and you can look at all of this and say, yeah, this really would send someone into a season-long funk! But why is it even happening? It's like all of the life has been drained out of the character. I for sure do not expect Ted Lasso to be happy and engaged all of the time - I made an entire Ted vid about anxiety and panic attacks and gloom! - but there are storylines about depression and then there's this, which is turning the show's central character into narrative dead weight.

The point at which Ted is so obsessed over Michelle that he's neglecting his extremely limited time with his son to try and stalk his ex-wife on her vacation - that's the point at which things have officially gone off the rails. Episode after episode I've thought, okay, now things are turning around. I really thought we'd turned a corner in Amsterdam, but somehow, things keep getting worse instead. Are we finally going to turn a corner now? Is there enough time left in the season for them to do anything meaningful with Ted Lasso the character at all, particularly given that this season is probably his swan song?

(And I’m not even sure if the feeling of things going off the rails was intentional or not! Did they know what they were doing when they put a story about Ted trying to PI-stalk his ex-wife alongside a story about a woman’s right to privacy? Is that an intentional contrast so we go, wow, Ted has really gone off the deep end here, or did no one do the math?)

About the only good thing to come from this storyline to date is Beard's Hey Jude interlude with Henry. Beard, you have some interesting ideas about what kids should do on vacation, but you are a very good friend and uncle.

5. And finally, oh god, Keeley. I don't even know where to start.

It really feels like they said, "you can have bi Keeley, but only if her girlfriend is obviously a villain who exists to put her through it on her way back to a man." That writing on the wall was why I was never particularly excited about Keeley and Jack.

Even so: in my wildest dreams I did not imagine they would do her this wrong. In what way was this ep's storyline even remotely necessary? The one and only thing it does that couldn't be achieved by other plot means is to violate and traumatize Keeley, and there is absolutely no reason to do that.

I know the episode was (co-)written by Keeley Hazell, who surely has some feelings about a model's right to privacy, and a lot of it does feel very pointed in that Very Special Episode way of commenting on how women are sexualized without their consent and impressing on the audience the importance of men standing up for women & everyone respecting the privacy of your partners, even after relationships are over. Other women won't defend you just because they're women, class solidarity wins out, internalized misogyny is very real - that all feels very deliberate. I feel like I get where this episode is coming from, and I can see the good intentions and desire to communicate specific messages behind it.

But, honestly: this is a mess. We always knew the Jack plotline was going to end poorly one way or another, but there were plenty of ways to reveal Jack as a not-great person without swerving into "your sex tape is your fault" partner blame. No matter its intentions, what this episode actually does is use a violation of a woman's privacy as a way to let male characters show off as good guys while a woman becomes a villain. It uses Keeley's suffering to advance plotlines she isn't even remotely part of, like Colin being outed to Isaac. It is, very clearly, setting Keeley up to lose her business - Jack was her source of funding; this isn't going to be a one-episode plotline. Some of these are bigger, structural problems rather than questionable one-episode script choices, and it gets me back to how I really just don't know what the show thinks it's fucking doing with some of these season arcs.

(Where is Rebecca? I'm not mad about the fertility storyline like some people are - it tracks for me - but why is she spending entire episodes as an expository device and plot advancer for other people's stories?)

And since I've seen so much back and forth on it: my assumption in the moment re: Roy was that he was trying to ask if the video was for him, if the leak was in some way his fault, and wasn't interrogating her about who she was making explicit videos for. But I'm ... also not sure that makes any sense (wouldn't he know if it had been for him?), so I may just be giving a lot of benefit of doubt here to avoid how otherwise wildly out of character that exchange would be. There's a difference between expecting characters to be good and unproblematic all of the time, which I don't, and expecting characters to stay loosely true to who they have consistently been all along, which I do. "Roy expresses himself badly" is not an excuse for the choices that went into that exchange; it was just bad writing.

Four episodes to go! Wow, do they have a lot of ground to cover before then. 😅

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #episode reactions

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Assalamu alaykum

[I don’t know if you post or reply anymore but I’m just gonna do it]

Lately I haven’t been on deen. I haven’t been praying properly or reading my Quran like it should be read. So I started feeling paranoid. Allah put this fear in me and I felt like someone was watching me all the time. I spoke to my mum about this last night and she told me she felt the same almost 20 years ago and that she also wasn’t praying or reading the Quran. So before I went to bed last night, I read surah al fatihah, ayat ul kursi, and the last three surahs three times. I made a dua asking for forgiveness and mercy for me and my family.

Subhanallah something amazing happened. I felt like a saw a fraction of Allah’s power and greatness. It suddenly brought me to tears. I realised I was less than nothing compared to Allah and I hated that it took me 15 years to realise that.

My problem is that I have tried to be a good Muslim before and I have. For two days. Then I went back to my old ways. Last night felt like what I saw was genuine and real rather than what I’ve been doing the past few years. So how can I keep myself from tempting myself to do things that are against the deen? I genuinely want to change and become a better Muslim. But how can I do that with all of the distractions in this world? Any tips or advice?

و عليكم السلام و رحمة اللّٰه و بركاته 🍃

First of all, please accept my apology for the delay, I was traveling and didn't have a stable network..

Secondly, let us appreciate this ask and your story for a moment, Allahuma barik, I love these inspiring stories that can always prove to anyone in need that Allah swt is always there, only one prayer away, one duaa away, no matter how far or astray we think of ourselves to be, Allah swt is always near! You see, when you felt that there is something wrong or scary around you, you knew exactly what to do, you immediately turned to Allah swt because that's our fitrah, that's how we are built and programmed, He swt designed us that way, Alhamdullillah. And immediately He swt answered and provided for you safety, security, protection, and calmness. Allah swt doesn't need much from us, He is always waiting for us to call upon Him, so please do not forget that, even if one happens to sometimes forget that strong bond we have with Allah swt, it never disappears or stops existing.

Now here is the thing, one of the devil's favorite things to do is to try and distract the believers the moment they find their way back to Allah swt -He said, “For leaving me to stray I will lie in ambush for them on Your Straight Path. [7:16] - Shaytan has promised Allah swt that he will try and make sure to distract the believers when they're walking on Allah's straight path, when they are finding their way back or making their steps toward Allah swt. It has been also known that the stronger your faith or your desire to walk toward Allah swt, the harder Shaytan will try and distract you. And that will not make the believer weak or ' a bad Muslim ' , that's just how things are, that's the system, that's the test. All we have to do is try to stay firm and try to fight off the distractions, try to keep our eyes on the goal, that is getting closer to Allah swt and pleasing Him swt.

And remember, we are human beings, we are supposed to slip, we are supposed to make mistakes, we are supposed to sin, but the challenge is not to dispair, not to lose hope in Allah's mercy and to keep going back and keep asking for forgiveness every single time. Remember that Allah swt said that Prophet Muhammad ﷺ said "By the One in Whose Hand my soul is! If you do not commit sins, Allah would replace you with a people who would commit sins and seek forgiveness from Allah; and Allah will certainly forgive them."

And He ﷺ also said “All of the children of Adam are sinners, and the best sinners are those who repent.”

So do not let the human tendency we have toward sinning discourage you or make you lose hope, and do not let Shaytan get into your head and let you believe that you are a bad Muslim or that you don't deserve Allah swt's mercy and forgiveness.

I know the world is very distracting and very destructive, especially if you live in the western world, may Allah swt help our brothers and sisters living in non-Muslim countries and strengthen their faith, and keep their hearts firm on the deen ya rab! But you are going to go with babysteps because the most beloved deeds to Allah swt are the smallest but the most permanent, the ones we don't quit them.. I say build a routine where you prioritize your daily five prayers, and if you can insert a few sunnah prayers like the sunnah of Fajr or Dhuha prayer that would be amazing! Make sure you stick to morning and evening adhkar because they are your way to remember Allah swt abundantly in your day, and through them He swt will protect you from all evil, all distractions, and help you stay focused. To remind yourself to do you can use apps, there are great Islam related apps that you can have on your phone either for deen in general or for duaas and adhkar, some apps offer to set a reminder on your phone and alarm you at the right time to read your adhkar, to pray, to read your daily Quran, etc..

Also, whatever it is that is causing you distraction ( for e.g. social media, series, movies, music) you can limit your consumption of that, you can uninstall certain apps or lock them, only use them a limited time in your day, I have recently replied to an ask about that you can also check in and In shaa Allah it will be beneficial for you.

The most important thing is that you don't despair, you don't guilt-trap yourself and you keep your hope in Allah swt's mercy because He swt said " قُلْ يَا عِبَادِيَ الَّذِينَ أَسْرَفُوا عَلَىٰ أَنْفُسِهِمْ لَا تَقْنَطُوا مِنْ رَحْمَةِ اللَّهِ ۚ إِنَّ اللَّهَ يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ جَمِيعًا ۚ إِنَّهُ هُوَ الْغَفُورُ الرَّحِيمُ

Say, `O My servants who have committed excesses against their own souls, do not despair of the mercy of Allâh. Surely, Allâh forgives all sins. Verily, He is the Great Protector, the Ever Merciful.'

Allahu al mustaān 🤍

- A. Z. 🍃

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I’m so tired of being depressed. And I’m so tired of caring what people think. Worrying about what people think.

I’m so tired of restlessly tapping my leg, picking at my jeans, chewing my nails and the ends of my hair because I can’t sit still. I’m tired of replaying my laugh over and over in my head because maybe it was too loud, it sounded weird, I wasn’t supposed to laugh. I’m tired of biting my tongue because who cares what I have to say? Someone does someone does someone does but I can’t convince myself of it.

I’m tired of feeling like a waste of space, like everyone would feel more comfortable if I wasn’t there, better if I wasn’t there. I’m tired of not wanting to die but wanting to disappear, because I don’t want to hurt anyone but I don’t want to be the still life painting that no one cares for anymore. I’m tired of saying nothing because I don’t want to bother anyone, or saying something and spending hours wishing I hadn’t. I’m tired of caring so much about what other people think, tired of regretting what I said or didn’t say, tired of not being able to connect, or connect in the right way, tired of listening to everyone’s stories and problems and fears but never sharing any of mine.

I’m tired of feeling empty the day after I spend time with people, maybe because I’m drained or maybe because I miss them, miss connecting, miss relationships, miss feeling like I matter, like I exist, I exist I exist I exist, but do I?

Do I really exist when I’m alone in my room, cross-legged on my bed, a black tornado in my chest and not a single set of eyes on me? Do I really exist when I am completely alone? Maybe we only exist because others perceive us. Or maybe we only exist for those others that perceive us.

Who am I to go on existing, breathing, being, if I keep only to myself? Who I am to live if I live only for myself, forever disappointing this half-life–demigod–inside me, and everyone everyone everyone.

I’m so tired of thinking so much. I’m tired of being the most-likely-to-have-an-emotional-breakdown, the most-likely-to-not-want-to-be-here. I’m tired of not wanting to be here. I’m tired of being the pushover, the blank slate, the perfectly kind and quiet and useless wallpaper in every world. I’m tired of dousing this fire inside me, the fire that begs to boil out of my lips or my fingertips but I won’t let it because no one no one no one wants to see it, hear it, not even me. I’m tired of being burned by all of this unspent passion, love, hope, fear, bravery, this life I won’t let myself live, that no one thinks I can live, the person I am but nobody knows.

I’m tired. I’m so, so tired.

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Fic-o-Ween Day 12: Trick or Treat

Fic-o-ween Day 12: Trick or Treating

Character credit to @lumosinlove and prompt from @noots-fic-fests

Rating: E

...but... I've only included the first half of this fic here on tumblr. The rest, including all the explicit parts, are just on ao3. Partly this just made me feel more comfortable today, that anyone reading the E parts has chosen to click through. Also, it's way too long to scroll through it all on tumblr. So the parts posted here are teen.

Pairings: Coops and James/Lily

Summary: After some sweet Halloween party and trick or treating fluffiness, Sirius, Lily, and Logan change costumes and the party changes to become the type of party that everyone keeps disappearing from.

cws: food/drink mentions, smut, 18+ for full fic

Read on ao3, if you prefer. 7600 words

“Hey Re?” Sirius called out, his hands deep in the dish water, turning pruny and white, washing away the remnants of chicken and rice and vegetables that Remus had made taste actually really good.

“Yeah, baby?” Remus called back.

“You want to have a halloween party here this year?”

“Sure, love. What were you thinking?” Remus walked back into the kitchen, popping his hip against the counter by Sirius, arms crossed.

Sirius’ eyes trailed along Remus’ biceps, then returned to the water.

“Um, I want to hand out candy? Like, I’ve gone with the Dumais trick or treating, and it’s so fun. But I’ve never handed out candy in my own house?” His voice raised up like it was a question, or like he was worried that Remus would think this was unbearably weird.

Remus came up behind him, linking his arms around his ribs in a deep hug.

“That sounds amazing. I would get a few kids from the building when I was in my apartment, but you’re right, it’s not the same as a house. Our house.” He laughed and Sirius felt the rumbling through his back. “We would get hundreds of kids at my place growing up, mom and dad took shifts at the door and would hardly sit down all night.”

Sirius smiled. “Yeah, exactly. I want to do that.”

Remus hummed, smiling into Sirius’ back. “I see one problem though baby, we have a gate, and you’re Sirius Black.”

Sirius dried his hands and turned in Remus’ arms, leaning back against the counter and pulling Remus into his body.

“And you’re Remus Lupin.”

“Mhm. That’s hardly the same thing, but my point remains.”

“I know, I know. I think I might have an idea about that too though?”

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It was the night of the party and Sirius had been excitedly decorating all afternoon, planning and shopping for weeks. He didn’t want anyone to do it for him this year. The gates were open, and string lights of tiny pumpkins followed the path up to the front door. He hadn’t chosen any gory decorations, worried that Harry would be scared. He found out later that Harry had loved every single decoration he saw while trick or treating with his parents, so he needn't have worried, but it was his first time decorating himself. He, Remus, James, and Lily had carved pumpkins earlier in the week and now they lined the walkway and doorstep, and there were no less than three blow up decorations scattered around the front yard. But, the best part was the guards.

Sirius gave Fabian a fist bump as he double checked the outside of the house.

“Ready, Fab?”

“Yeah, Cap,” Fabian laughed. “This is going to be awesome.”

Sirius knew he couldn’t have who-knows-who just show up at his front door all night. He hoped the location of their house wasn’t too well known, and it’s not like they advertised that they’d be handing out candy this year. Hopefully, it would just be families who happened to walk by. But just in case, he had asked Fabian and Gideon, twin security guards from the rink, if they’d be willing to work his door for a few hours. They were dressed immaculately like suits of armour. They had helmets that could easily be lifted up or down and their faces were painted silver, their costumes rang satisfyingly when you knocked on the breastplates, and they were ready to scare the everloving shit out of trick or treaters (in the most fun way possible). Sirius hoped they would blend in with the decorations when the sun went down, the twins were eerily good at standing still. Jump scare at the right moment, and hopefully no one would notice the person handing out candy looked a bit familiar.

“Should we have an age limit of who we scare?” Gideon asked.

“Well, maybe don’t make babies cry,” Sirius laughed. “And don’t let anyone try to get into my house, and we’ll be good.”

“No problem, Cap. It’s going to be awesome.”

“And maybe try to scare Pots? Or Dumo?”

Fabian and Gideon laughed. “We’ll try, Cap.”

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Remus wasn’t sure the last time he had seen Sirius smile so much, for so long. He had been prancing around, decorating, plotting with Gid and Fab, touching up the spiderweb placement all over the house and setting out the ingredients for Halloween themed cocktails. He had bought more candy (full sized chocolate bars, of course) than Remus was sure they’d need for two Halloween’s, and he made sure to have options that were gluten free, sugar free, peanut free. Remus had happily made some dips and set out chips, and also happily watched Sirius smile, and laugh, and live in his house like it was a home. Their home. Watching Sirius come down in a full Batman suit wasn’t bad either.

The top of his face was covered in the full mask and he had a costume that looked like it could have come from the movie set. Remus laughed.

“Holy shit, baby, you look amazing.”

Batman came close, smile wide, and hugged Remus tightly.

“Ouais? Is my secret identity safe?”

“You know, I really think it is. People could think that your muscles are padding in the costume, so not even your buffness gives you away,” Remus teased, trailing his hands appreciatively over Sirius’ (unpadded) shoulders and arms.

Remus was exquisitely happy that the costume left Sirius’ lips free, and he pressed up on his toes to capture them in a kiss. Sirius licked into his mouth, pressing their bodies together.

“My buffness, eh?” Sirius smiled into the kiss.

“Shut up,” Remus argued weakly.

“Ready for a good Halloween, mon loup?”

“Mhm, yes. I still want you to be a firefighter again some year when I can do something about it.” Remus murmured between kisses.

“I’m sure I could be convinced. Maybe we’ll sneak up to our room together this year, instead of you snooping on your own,” Sirius growled, pressing his hips towards Remus.

“I’m not sure going to our own room, in our own house, during a party we’re hosting, has quite the same hook up appeal as you’re implying,” Remus laughed.

“But I never got to hook up with boys at parties before,” Sirius pouted, resting their foreheads together, arms still locked around each other.

“Oh we can hook up,” Remus said softly, right into Sirius’ ear. “Just not in our own bed.”

Sirius groaned, dropping his head back, then smiled impishly. “I look forward to it.”

“Ok, baby, I have to go get my costume on now,” Remus said, pushing away. Sirius watched him all the way up to the stairs, before remembering that he was filling the coolers with ice. He had a party to finish prepping for.

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James bounced around the house, taking his cowboy hat on and off his head repeatedly. He made sure the black button nose painted on Harry's nose was perfect and redid the whiskers that Harry had smudged in the last three minutes. He grabbed the pumpkin bucket for collecting candy, and a pillowcase for the overflow, all the while taking dozens of pictures. He loved Halloween. Dressing up, choosing an adorable costume for Harry, seeing Lily in a costume that she always made look sexy, whether it was meant to be or not. Candy, parties, visiting neighbours and talking to the people at each house. It was the best. It was funny that the holiday that was supposedly the wicked holiday was the one where you knock on your neighbour’s doors, say hello, exchange presents and small talk. Just, you know, in costume.

He and Lily took Harry and the wagon around to the houses near them. By the end of their short route Harry was sitting in the wagon, completely surrounded by candy, having dumped out his bucket into the wagon to wade through it like a ball pit of candy. They made their way to Sirius’ house, Harry vibrating in his car seat on a sugar high. James could relate.

“We see Loops, mama?” Harry said, though it sounded adorably more like “whoops”.

“Yes, baby, we’re going to Loops’ house,” Lily answered.

“And seerus! And bwiz! And Katie!” Harry went on like this, listing his friends, until they pulled into the driveway.

“Wowza,” James whistled. “Cap went all out with the decorations.”

“Looks amazing,” Lily agreed. She eyes the door and the decorated front step. “You head in with the bags, love. I’ll grab Harry.”

James grabbed their bags from the back and pressed his hat down over his eyes, looking forward to giving Cap a “howdy partner,” in his best southern accent when he got to the door.

Instead, he nearly had a fucking heart attack.

“Aarghhh!” yelled the statues on either side of the door, and James startled so badly he stumbled backwards nearly falling. His sluggish hindbrain eventually realized the statues weren’t attacking him and he took a knee, like he was listening to coach at practice. He dipped his head down, trying to recover, shaking his head, not sure whether his body wanted him to run, cry, or laugh. After a few deep breaths with his heart racing like he’d played three shifts, and with laughter ringing through the air around him, he finally looked up.

“Fab?” he asked, still bewildered.

“Pots! Your face ,” Fabian laughed. They were both bent over double, laughing, in their stupid fucking perfect suit of armour costumes.

“What the fuck?” James asked, betrayed. “Sirius put you up to this?”

“What’s going on out here…?” Sirius opened the door, coming out to see Gid and Fab still laughing and James still down on one knee. “No! I missed it?” He turned to Fabian, “Did you get him good?”

“So good, Cap, he was completely fucking got, he had no clue.”

“Of course I had no clue! How could I expect to be betrayed at my best friend’s house? What if I had been holding Harry?”

“Well we wouldn’t have done it, if you were holding Harry.”

James shook his head and turned to Sirius.

“Did you set this up just to get me? I will put oil in your gloves.”

“Non, no! They’re here to guard the door, and do that to trick or treaters all night,” he waved vaguely in James’ scared-as-shit position. “Getting you was just a bonus.”

“Bonus,” Jame repeated, finally feeling steady enough to rise to his feet. Lily and Harry joined him then. Lily ran her hand over his lower back soothingly. “Lily, they scared me.”

Lily reached up to tap his cheek. “Happy Halloween lover,” she teased.

“I wanna be scar’d!” Harry squealed, and Fab and Gid played at being still and then jumping at Harry for 10 minutes at least. James followed Lily into the house, her tight black batman costume irresistible to follow.

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Sirius bounced between answering the door, making cocktails, laughing with his friends. Seeing all the little kids in their costumes was priceless. He loved having his friends over anytime, but getting to intersperse the party with answering the door to adorable yells of “trick or treat!” made it even better. He and Remus took turns answering the door, or would call to each other if there was an especially cute costume to look at. He loved the moments when Gid and Fab would go still again, and another group would come up the path while one was still at the door, and the first group would eagerly watch the next set of people fall victim to the jump scare. It was the circle of scares.

At 9:00 Sirius closed his gate and waved goodbye to Gid and Fab, wishing them a Happy Halloween. He didn’t want to try his luck, and the little kids were the cuter ones to see at the door anyways. And he had a phase two of his night planned that did not include other people at his door.

He came in, stretched his back, popping it satisfyingly. A smile grew on his face and he found Logan, hitting him in the stomach.

“Gate’s closed, Tremz. The party can start for real now, eh?”

Logan’s eyes met Sirius’ and their eyes sparkled.

“What the fuck was that look?” Finn asked, looking between them. “Aren’t we already partying?”

“Oui, of course, Harz. I’ll just go get another drink,” Logan said, and walked away with Sirius, leaving Finn looking suspiciously after them.

Sirius went and found Lily next.

“Hey Lils,” he said, flopping onto the couch by her and Marlene.

“Hey Batman. Good party,” she said, tipping her glass to him.

“Merci. Harry downstairs?” “Yep, Adele and her friend have turned out to be excellent babysitters and they’re all playing or watching a movie. I’m sure he’ll be crashing soon.”

“Excellent. Phase two?”

The side of Lily’s mouth quirked up and she laughed.

“Absolutely.”

“What the hell is phase two?!” Marlene called after them, as the two versions of Batman walked away, laughing with zero chill.

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#fic o ween 2022 #sweater weather #lumosinlove #halloween party #writing these fics lately has been super fun #but back to editing next podfic now!#It's 94% recorded :)#did anyone guess what it is?

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