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Part Fourteen

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way? 

Authors Note: First bit is a lil messy! BUT it's just a way of moving through time whilst letting you know what's going on. Apologising anyway, tried to make it as simple as possible! Idk how I’m really feeling about this series atm ngl, hopefully I’ll find some more inspiration soon x

> Just a reminder! We left the last update with Mouse and her mum talking about Matty:) You can look back here if you'd like!

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14:04, 26 Dec 2023

For Christmas Denise Welch reunites with..

LOOSE Women star Denise Welch had a fun-filled Christmas this year with her two sons and...

*picture: family gathering featuring Matty Healy in red beanie*

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@/user1  Glasses and beanie combo>>> @/user2 He was wearing that yesterday too @/user3 I wish my family was chill enough to take a xmas pic😭

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Facetime now Matty:)!! Incoming Call

Messages 4m Finnleyyy So will I be seeing my best mate this nye??

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TWITTER: ‘75 updates @/75updateacc Matty spotted out in Manchester!  *picture: long trench and red beanie*

Ugh! @/user1 Matty on new years! *with old friends // red beanie tucked into a jacket pocket* > Loveme @/user2 The beanie is spotted again.. >> Saidhello @/user3 @/user2 Been all over his ig stories too 👀 friends? @/user4 I'm sort of obsessed w it and the fact it's stirring up so many questions💀 ppl, @/user5 it's so nice to see him actually happy!! lemmebepartoftheband @/user6 WAITING ON THE NEXT ALBUMMMM

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23:47, 31 Dec 2023

MATTY HEALY SPOTTED OUT FOR NEW YEARS CELEBRATIONS AFTER 'SUPPOSED' SOBRIETY

The 1975 frontman was seen out in London this evening with friends and other members of the band celebrating a...

*picture: Matty Healy all dressed up and sporting a red beanie*

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@/user1  shit like this ruins people @/user2 That hat again! Was it a Christmas present? @/user3 another celeb trying at sobriety, another bullshit article @/user4 Where in London even was this?

TWITTER: ‘75 updates @/75updateacc Band's interview with Variety today, click here for the video! Will be updating later on today:) *boys all pictured: George/shades, Matty/beanie&longtee, Ross/hairdown, Adam/leatherjacket*

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Messages 3m Matty:)!! Just wrapping up now, should be able to call in 10 x

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TWITTER: Partoftheband @/user1 Talks of tour??? Are they trying to kill me? Gotabf @/user2 The beanie!! It's back!! Milk @/user3 You reckon he's washed it? People! @/user4 He wears so much designer shit, why's he wearing a hat that looks like it was knitted by my nan??

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With January, came sleet and heavy rain. Forcing us all indoors and making quick regrets over arduous New Year’s resolutions.

I had half a dozen interviews lined up in the first month alone, which was a promising start to the year but also incredibly nerve wracking. I’d spent the majority of the wavering days between Christmas and the 31st fretting over each and every detail, beyond thankful that my mum had stuck around a little longer after the festivities to help keep Teddy preoccupied.

Adi, thankfully, was stuck in the exact same boat, which meant that we could both bear the burden together. Leading to a whole lot of time being spent on the phone, making plans, or down at the studio, where Teddy could roam free. We were moving up in the world, as Matty now liked to claim, and so that meant more of our time being taken up by mundane tasks such as asking Hozier’s PA what kind of drink he preferred and avoiding a couple of Podcaster's sudden opinions on us.

Still, we were forever grateful.

Though it wasn’t just the radio show getting shafted with a shit ton of toil either, it appeared that work had Finn headed off to the States for a few gallery openings, and Matty pulled in all sorts of directions whilst the band sorted out their upcoming album.

I hadn’t heard a word of it, although the singer kept on endlessly chattering away about how much he loved the songs they were now producing, suddenly leased with a newfound life. Which always left me feeling happy, even if I did have to wait alongside the rest of the world to listen in. It was nice knowing that he was enjoying it all once more. Seeing as, music made Matty and Matty made music. And all that.

So anyway, what I’d been getting at there was that the last few weeks had been all too trying. Enough so that Matty and I had hardly seen hide nor hair of each other, and our Facetime calls had been fair and few. Which was something that didn’t just sadden me, but Teddy too it seemed, who’d come to quite like the musician and all of his odd quirks.

That fact in itself had almost sent me running, in truth.

And maybe that was silly of me, but Teddy was my everything and it killed me to see him upset over someone he barely even knew. But then again, I supposed he did know Matty in a way. Whenever Matty called, Teddy was there to tell the man about his day, whenever Matty texted he never failed to ask after Teds, whenever he sent pictures and videos of the studio and whatever else he was doing they were usually for Teddy to see. 

I didn’t think Teddy had ever attached himself to a person so quickly. Which really did surprise me. Though oddly enough, what surprised me much more was the fact that Matty had just soldiered on and stuck with it, instead of running for the hills the first chance he’d gotten, like I’d expected. 

Which was perhaps a bit of an unfair assumption on my part, but it was something I didn’t feel too guilty over- I’d made that clear to Matty the very first day the two of them had met after all.

Saying that though, I was left to eat my words as I watched that same man galavant his way around a London Zoo with a four year old plopped atop his shoulders. Doing so without complaint, and thoroughly enjoying it too.

“There! There, Matty! You see?” I heard Teddy call out in loud excitement as I trailed my way on after them, his little fingers holding onto the red beanie Matty now often favoured. Something I relentlessly teased him about but which left me feeling all warm every time I saw it.

“Oh yeah! I do now. Wow monster, how’d you even spot him over there?” Matty replied, feigning obvious awe and grinning madly when Teddy leaned over the top of his head to poke his face into view.

“I eat carrots.”

I snorted at the simple answer Teddy gave and Matty, forever charmed by my toddler’s antics, nodded around a low chuckle of his own. “I’ll make sure to buy a couple on my way home then.”

Stepping closer, I found it strange to be in a zoo so lifeless. Which probably sounded even more peculiar, but then again, it hadn’t been my idea to go ahead and rent the entire place out just so that we could have a nose around at all the wildlife without Matty getting mobbed. What a diva, hey?

“I still can’t believe you did all this.” I murmured to him once Matty had set Teddy back down on the ground, leaving my son to run on over towards one of the caged fences, calling out to the languid lions that laid beyond it.

“It’s sick.” 

That had been Matty’s only defence since having arrived and me figuring this all out, it was as endearing as it was bewildering. 

“It’s mental is what it is, you idiot.”

He glanced over at me, hands tucked up in his pockets, a smug grin now painted on his face. I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to be charmed by him and his inane antics. 

“Admit it, you’re loving this. Not having to worry about losing the kid and actually being able to get a look in at this lot.” Matty argued, and if he were anyone else he’d be swaying back and forth in utter delight- Wilmslow’s very own Willy Wonka- but all he did was simply look back at Teddy with a prideful grin, who was now currently trying to lure a lioness in closer.

Thing is, he wasn’t wrong. And Matty was enough of a git to know it too.

I didn’t grant him a reply though and instead wandered over to drag my son away from the ever nearing lion. “Did you see, mama? She likes me!”

I had to grin and bite back my sudden hysteria, although Matty snorted from his place now back beside us. “I did see, lovely! How about we go look at the snakes though now, hey?” And with that, Teddy was eager to part from us (and thankfully the lion) , sprinting ahead in the direction of a lizard sign that stood not too far away, leaving Matty and I to trail behind.

“Where all the animals are locked behind glass, yeah?” Matty piped up after and I narrowed my eyes at him in return, refraining from giving him a right good shove.

“Shut it.”

He merely cackled and looped an arm around my shoulders.

–

“They should just get back together. I mean- the money alone!”

I chuckled quietly to myself, moving about the tiny kitchenette at the studio and rolling my eyes at the man propped up between a Guinness World Records book we had and the sugar tin.

“I’m not saying that they shouldn’t! I’m just saying that they won’t.” I argued back, still rifling my way through a drawer in search of a sharp enough knife. “Those are two completely different things.”

“So what?” Matty scoffed, his displeasure with the whole debate managing to seep its way through the phone. “Fucking pair of pillocks, can’t even imagine how the world would react, the industry alone!”

I smiled, all too familiar with the daily rants of one Matthew Healy. This particular tirade of his had been spurred on by a comment I’d made on today’s show, it seemed he’d been listening in.

“Oo, is there a brew going for me?”

I glanced behind me just in time to spot Adi making her way into the studio, a large duffle bag for tomorrow's shoot thrown over her left shoulder. 

“Who else?” I quipped back, grinning victoriously when I finally found the trusty blade I’d brought over from mine so many years ago now that laid between a wooden spoon and a jar opener.

“What are you even doing?” She asked me next, having already tossed the bag down onto the sofa and made her way over. She waved when she spotted Matty’s familiar face upon opening the fridge, used to his presence cropping up here and there by now, “Alright, Healy? Thought you had big meetings today.”

“We do. I’m currently hiding out in a bin.”

Adi paused to blink at the absurd reply and then shrugged, not seeing the point in questioning it any further. “And you?” She prompted me, plucking a pint of milk from the fridge and slamming it closed.

“So full of questions today, high inquisitor.” I sang, already moving to slice into the whole watermelon I’d brought on my way in, having right fancied it when I’d passed by the fruit & veg stall up on the high street. “And what do you think, Ads? Exactly what it looks like.”

“Yeah, but why?”

I just shook my head in answer and Adi seemed to take that for what it was, a blatant dismissal. Matty though, ever so sweet, must’ve felt a bit bad because I heard him pipe up again, “She’s gone and brought a whole watermelon. Paid five quid for the thing, you believe that?”

“Five quid! Did he ask if he could spit in your face too?” Adi all but exclaimed, eyes as wide as saucers as she looked over at me.

“Yes, five quid.” I stressed, having already heard enough of it from Matty, who didn’t have a leg to stand on here. “Now leave off, or I won't share.” I wielded the knife between the pair of them jokingly and Adi relented easily enough, already moving to skim a piece I’d just cut from off the counter. I cast a shrewd glance towards my phone, “And besides you can’t talk, Mr. Millionaire.”

Matty snorted.

“Is it really that much?” Adi wondered out loud, sweeping over to get a better glimpse at my screen and the man hidden within it.

I rolled my eyes and smirked, already figuring that she’d try her luck with just that thought alone. 

“Piss off, Wells.” Matty laughed, amused by the ever so sweet smile Adi had suddenly conjured up for him and the way she was now batting her lashes, “How the fuck did we go from watermelon to my networth anyway?”

“Extortion.”

“Nepotism.”

I stopped slicing to taste test a chunk of watermelon and heard Matty heave a heavy sigh.

Adi, though, just moved to ask, “Did you threaten the fruit & veg man then?”

“Fucking should’ve.” I muttered, but couldn't quite bring myself to regret the wasted fiver then, not when the fruit was almost heavenly.

“Can you stop eating? I’m in a crisis you know, and fucking starving.” I heard Matty complain, his voice practically petulant.

“Actually, you’re in a bin.” I corrected, taking another chunk, “So don’t be a drama queen. If you’re hungry, order a Deliveroo or fuck off home.”

Matty was almost pouting when I slid on over to join Adi by the phone, a plate overwhelmed with watermelon now towering between us. His frown deepened. “You’re proper evil, you know that?”

I simply grinned, “You love it.”

Only Adi noticed the faint hue that bloomed across the singer’s cheeks then. Seeing as I was already rambling away once again, talking about the weekend get-together we’d planned now we all had some time to spare.

“You’re still coming, right?” I then asked Adi, who was now smirking for some reason. I raised a brow.

She merely hummed around her next slice and dipped her head at me, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, babe.”

Matty’s eyes narrowed at that but I deemed it better to ignore whatever the two of them had going on, I found life to be much simpler that way.

–

It was almost gone nine and still no sign of her. 

She had texted almost half an hour ago now, saying she was headed out, but Matty still kept his phone in hand, spinning it this way and that, just in case she tried messaging again.

“You’re driving me mad with that, man.” George suddenly announced, drawing Matty’s attention back to the table at the overcrowded club they’d picked out. “Stop it.” He added, swatting at Matty’s forearm when he’d barely acknowledged him the first time round.

Matty’s brow pinched but he let the mobile go with a clatter to the tabletop, “Happy?”

George exaggerated his smile in the same sense Matty just had whilst he clasped his hands in mock prayer before him, “Incredibly.” Then he relaxed back in his chair once more, face softening as Matty’s eyes shot out across the floor for the umpteenth time, “God, you’re really fucking strung up on this one.”

“Eh?” Matty immediately asked him, his head spinning back around to spare a glance at his mate.

“Just,” George began with a slow shrug, his chin dipped against his chest now in the way that he’d leaned back making his eyes appear all the more solemn. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so invested, is all.”

“Invested, fuck’s that meant to mean?”

Goerge just huffed. “I don’t know, Matty. Just, you’re not usually the type to get so caught up on a girl you’re chasing.”

“I’m not chasing her. We’re mates.” Matty hastily defended and could feel the way his face had instantly scrunched up with the force of it.

He was gifted a short snort in return, “Yeah man, sure, and I can fly a shitting plane.” At Matty’s ever darkening expression, George sighed once more and moved to prop himself up on his knees, “Look yeah? I didn’t mean nothing by it, only curious. It’s weird seeing you all moody and pent up about somebody. Been a while.”

It had been a while since he’d last seen someone properly, but that didn’t suddenly mean that he and Mouse currently had anything going on. He’d been too focused on staying clean, working on the album, and trying to forget the last year and a half had ever happened. And Mouse… well, she had a kid and didn’t seem the type to take to anyone so easily. They were mates. Just, mates.

Matty must’ve been quiet a little too long though because when George spoke again his voice had softened, as had his face. It almost looked pitiful now, enough that Matty wanted to force him away from his line of sight. But he didn’t, only glanced back out towards the floor.

“Matty, mate. I really didn’t mean to piss you off, you know that. I’m just saying it how I see it.” Matty rolled his eyes but George only continued to talk, “It’s obvious that you like her, man. Whether it’s just as friends or something more. But do me a favour and just have a long think about it, yeah? She’s nice and all, but I don’t wanna see you hurt.”

Matty bit back the scoff that lodged itself in his throat, “If anything, G, it’d be me hurting her. Wouldn’t be that unexpected though, would it?”

George’s hand came to grasp his shoulder at that and with a firm but gentle grip he forced Matty to better face him, he leaned in so his voice would carry over the music, his forehead now furrowed. “You’re not a bad person, man. Not everyone’s expecting you to fuck up all the time.”

Didn’t that feel like a fucking lie.

The hand pressed further and George shook Matty a tad, wanting him to comprehend his words. Take them in. “You’re doing good, mate. Really good. And we’re proud, alright? We are. All I’m saying is, have a think about what you want. Make sure you’re happier for it, make sure… that you can deal with everything that comes along with it. Understand?”

Matty’s mouth felt a little dry as he stared up into George’s eyes, seeing the genuine care held within them. Almost immediately Matty felt his walls crumble down around him and he struggled to find the right words to respond with. They were proud. So instead, he just nodded and George’s hand clapped the back of his neck with a winning grin.

“Good. Now, go get her, yeah?”

Matty frowned at the words but before he could think to question it the table was moving to welcome in a couple of newcomers and he turned in his seat to meet the eyes of a smiling Squeaks.

“Hey you.”

“You made it!”

She grinned back at him, beamed actually, and Matty felt his eyes flicker down to her lips for a second, then down further to the lovely little dress she’d decided on. He hastily stood up to greet her, wrapping her up in a hug- something that had come more and more naturally to them in the last few weeks- and rocked slightly. “Get all dressed up for me, did you?”

Mouse pulled away with a laugh, her head thrown back a tad before her glistening eyes set themselves back on him, she squeezed his arm, “You wish.”

He did wish. But he didn’t voice that passing thought out loud, filing it away to stress about later, and instead shuffled nearer to whisper, “You do look gorgeous though.”

The skin by her ear prickled with goosebumps and Matty pulled away before he could get too caught up in what that might have meant. He graced her with a slow smile, “Drinks?”

She let go of a breath, then smiled brightly back at him with a dip of her chin, “Drinks.”

–

“I haven't heard a word of it!” I said, pushing my drink down onto the table. I was currently on my fifth of the night, but the guys were forever getting new rounds in and so I knew it wouldn’t take me long before I was handed another. 

“You said you didn’t like our stuff!” Matty immediately answered back, his voice a tad bit higher now.

I gaped at the claim, “I did not!”

“Yes, you fuckin’ did!”

The rest of the table was watching on in ever growing amusement, Ross’s eyes were dancing back and forth between Matty and I, whilst Adi wore a grin that could probably help power Blackpool Tower. 

“I said I loved your earlier work. I didn’t say I hated the newer stuff!” I rebuked, desperately trying to think back to that first show I’d mentioned Matty in. Had I really said that?

Matty went to speak but Hann cut in before he could, “You two are mental. All I asked was whether she’d heard anything we’d been working on.”

George snorted, managing to drag his eyes away from his fiance to smirk at the pair of us. “Remember she claimed the band looked spent.”

Matty jumped to point in George’s direction, pleased, whilst my eyes widened, “I wouldn’t!”

“You did, love.” George laughed, looking more amused than hurt which was the only thing keeping me from being physically sick. “It’s alright, no harm done.”

I fish-mouthed, but even with that having been said, Matty was still grinning victoriously. “Fucking told you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I turned to neck the rest of my drink. “Yeah, well. I do love your songs, alright?”

Matty’s brows upturned, as if he was about to deny the claim and accuse me of lying, but Adi cut in, “No it’s true, she's been listening to your shit nonstop since you two met. Like it’s grating at this point.”

“Harsh.” Ross dragged out and Adi gave him a coy smile when she went to pat his chest, “You try listening to his gob on repeat and then we’ll talk, yeah?” She retorted easily, dipping her head towards Matty, whose face scrunched up unhappily.

“Careful, Wells. Starting to sound like you might not like me.”

Adi flashed him a toothy smile, “Who claimed I ever did?”

I was quick to reach out and grab Matty’s wrist when he frowned, ready to open his mouth once more. The motion seemed to grab most, if not all, of his attention because he wavered in his stance before letting himself be pulled over.

“He’s fragile, Ads.” I chuckled to her, hand cradling the back of Matty’s head when he leaned in to press his face against my shoulder. “All the big rockstars have delicate egos.”

Adi snorted and I watched as she let Ross drape an arm over her shoulders, her hand finding his.

“Not fucking fragile.” Matty said, but the heat of it was lost in the mumble against my skin, I laughed.

“Sure, babe.” I murmured fondly, smiling when I felt the curve of his grin against my neck. I started to run my hand through his hair almost unconsciously, letting the alcohol dim the anxious worries that would typically cloud my mind. “You’re a real man.”

“A real fuckin’ man.”

I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head that must've disrupted Matty’s newfound peace because he pulled away slightly, hands falling to rest on my hips, keeping us close.

“You’re proper nice, you know?” He mumbled in contradiction to our previous argument, his head falling forward to press his forehead to mine. His eyes appeared so much darker in this light, the little space between us had me holding my breath. “So nice.”

Instantly I was reminded of one of the first conversations I’d had with Adi about Matty, he’d been nice then too. “Thanks.” I chuckled before swallowing, eyes trailing between his before I voiced the thought. “You’re nice too.”

He smiled, one of those lazy ones where his eyelids drooped and the skin around his mouth wrinkled. His stare dropped ever so slightly and my mouth parted on instinct.

Matty licked at his lower lip, teeth grazing it ever so slightly. “I’m glad I met you.”

My heart stuttered in my chest, squeezing in on itself so tightly that I thought it might just give out, before it finally let go. “I don’t think I’ve ever been told that before.”

Matty tilted his head at me causing the tip of his nose to brush against mine, I struggled to remember to keep breathing. “I’m glad I met you, Squeaks.” He repeated with an air of finality, either unaware or uncaring for the reaction it drew from me as he raised a hand to drag his thumb across my jaw.

I looked up into his eyes, unblinking. Aware that I’d never felt quite like anything this before.

“I’m glad I met you too.”

–

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Feb 2024 06:21

SETTLING DOWN? | ‘75 SINGER CAUGHT IN CLUB WITH SINGLE MUM

Last night it seems our local heartthrob was back out on the town again after a few weeks of silence, only this time he wasn't alone! Read more...

[HOMESCREEN] 07:59

Facetime now Finnleyyy Incoming Call

Messages 7m Adi x Babe wake up, shits going down over on twitter!! Also (very much related) did you shag Healy last night???

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TWITTER: ‘75 updates @/75updateacc The Band spotted out in London last night with the MouseOnAMic girls! *picture: a story from Adelinewells instagram//blurred group photo*

backofmyvan @/user1 Is this real?? *picture: blurred Matty and Mouse in a dark club* Funnyface @/user2 Is that the radio host? she has a kid?? Saidhello! @/user3 I woke up to chaos. On another note, how are my matty girlies doing today?

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Bemstar

Image accessed at the Ultraman Wiki here

[Bemstar is one of the kaiju from Return of Ultraman who appears in the most series, movies and spinoffs. As such, I wanted to make sure that it was on the more powerful end of the Return of Ultraman monsters I'm statting up. Due to that popularity, it keeps getting new powers as the plot demands. This Bemstar can release a heat pulse, which it gained in Ultraman Mebius, but its gullet is not a pocket dimension, as it is as of Ultraman X. I've already done enough monsters with extradimensional stomachs (such as the astral dreadnought and Dalmosh), and besides which, few if any PCs are Colossal in size. ]

Bemstar CR 22 NE Aberration This creature is bipedal and vaguely star shaped, with a broad body and patagia connecting its limbs to its torso. Its arms end with a hooked claw and its feet are toeless. Its head is birdlike, with a short bill and a single yellow horn growing from its head. Its head, shoulders, arms and lower legs are scaly, and leathery flaps grow from its thighs. At the center of its belly is a pentagonal plate with an orifice in the middle.

Even dragons have predators. The outer dragons are far flung in space partially because of their ability to freely explore the cosmos, and partially because they are hiding from their predator, the bemstar. Bemstars are ravenous horrors that fly from system to system hunting outer dragons and swallowing them whole. They have faint and malicious intelligence, and if bored, a bemstar may make planetfall in order to try some new and exotic prey.  

A bemstar’s most notable physiological feature is its gorge, the central mouth leading to a digestive system that encompasses most of the bemstar’s anatomy. Not only can it swallow up to Gargantuan creatures whole, it can also swallow laser beams, breath weapons, magic missiles and many other types of supernatural energy. The more it eats, the more it can expend that energy to either heal itself or release bursts of incinerating heat. This heat pulse combined with the beam it can shoot from its horn give it powerful ranged attacks, but bemstars prefer to close into melee as soon as they can and fight with their natural weapons, the better to swallow as much prey as possible. Bemstars are awkward fliers in atmosphere, and usually land after making a charge with their horn.

With their effective immunity to breath weapons, some of the few sages that know about bemstars to speculate that they are an artificial species designed for the purpose of killing dragons. What intelligence did this is unknown, but bemstars happily ally themselves with a wide variety of space monsters in order to wreak havoc. These alliances last as long as the bemstars are well fed, but an ally might become a meal if the bemstar grows hungry or impatient.

Bemstar             CR 22 XP 615,000 NE Colossal aberration Init +4; Senses darkvision 120 ft., Perception +19, scent Aura frightful presence (180 ft., Will DC 27)

Defense AC 38, touch 2, flat-footed 38 (-8 size, +40 natural) hp 462 (28d8+336) Fort +21, Ref +11, Will +18 DR 10/epic; Immune fear, petrifaction, poison; Resist cold 20, electricity 20, fire 20 Defensive Abilities gluttony points,suction attractor spout

Offense Speed 50 ft., fly 100 ft. (poor) Melee 2 claws +32 (2d8+18/19-20 plus grab), gore +31 (4d6+18), bite +31 (4d6+18) Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft. Special Attacks bemstar beam, heat pulse, powerful charge (gore, 8d6+27), swallow whole (AC 30, 46 hp, 4d6+27 bludgeoning plus 5d6 fire)

Statistics Str 47, Dex 11, Con 34, Int 5, Wis 15, Cha 17 Base Atk +21; CMB +47 (+51 grapple); CMD 64 Feats Cleave, Critical Focus, Dazzling Display, Defensive Combat Training, Flyby Attack,Great Cleave, Improved Critical (claw), Improved Initiative, Intimidating Prowess, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Staggering Critical, Stunning Critical, Weapon Focus (claw) Skills Fly +11, Intimidate +33, Perception +19; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception SQ gluttonous healing,no breath, starflight

Ecology Environment void or any land Organization solitary Treasure none

Special Abilities Bemstar Beam (Su) As a standard action, a bemstar can fire a destructive beam from its horn in a 140 foot line. All creatures in the area take 22d6 points of damage, half of which is fire and half of which is force (Reflex DC 36 halves). A bemstar can use this ability once every 1d4 rounds. The save DC is Constitution based. Gluttonous Healing (Su) As a move action, a bemstar can spend 1 or more Gluttony Points to heal itself of 1d6 points of damage per point spent. It can also spend points to remove status conditions, at the following rate: 1 point—fatigued, sickened 2 points—diseased, staggered 3 points—cursed, exhausted, nauseated 4 points—blinded, deafened, paralyzed A bemstar can spend as many Gluttony Points on this ability at a time as its Hit Dice. Gluttony Points (Su) Every time a bemstar uses its suction attractor spout ability, it gains a number of Gluttony Points equal to the damage dice absorbed. If it absorbs a spell or effect that doesn’t deal hit point damage, it gains a number of Gluttony Points equal to the spell level, or 1/3 the Hit Dice of the creature creating the effect in the case of supernatural abilities (such as a void dragon’s suffocating breath). Whenever a creature dies in a bemstar’s stomach, the bemstar gains gluttony points equal to that creature’s HD. A bemstar can have as many Gluttony Points as twice its HD at a time, and unused Gluttony Points are lost within 24 hours if not spent.  Heat Pulse (Su) As a standard action, a bemstar can spend Gluttony Points to create a burst of fire centered on itself in a 120 foot radius. All creatures in the area take 1d8 points of damage for each Gluttony Point expended (Reflex DC 36 halves). Half of this damage is fire and half of this damage is force. A bemstar can use a maximum number of Gluttony Points at once on this ability as its Hit Dice. The save DC is Constitution based. Starflight (Su) A bemstar can survive in the void of outer space. It flies through space at an incredible speed. Although exact travel times vary, a trip within a single solar system should take 3d20 hours, while a trip beyond should take 3d20 days (or more, at the GM's discretion)—provided the bemstar knows the way to its destination. Suction Attractor Spout (Su) If a bemstar is targeted by a ray or a force effect, or if it is in the area of a line or cone, that effect is neutralized. In the case of a line or cone spell or effect, it affects everything closer to the origin than to the bemstar normally.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: beavers

I love rodents; they're my favorite mammals. So today I'm combining rodents with the usual Wet Beast Wednesday to talk about beavers. These rodents are not only amphibious, they're engineers that play a major role in their ecosystems. Let's find out why you should appreciate beavers.

(Image ID: a beaver standing on dirt. It is a rotund, furry mammal with a large, blunt head. Its legs and eyes are small. Its tail is wide, flat, and hairless. It is wet. End ID)

There are two species of beaver: the North American beaver Castor canadensis and Eurasian beaver Castor fiber. The two species are so similar to each other in morphology and behavior that it took genetic testing to confirm that they are distinct species. Each species is divided into many subspecies, with a classified 25 for the North American beaver and 9 for the Eurasian beaver. Beavers are the second largest living rodents after the capybara. Adults have a body length of 80-120 cm (31-47 in), tail length of 25-50 cm (9.8-19.7 in) and usually weigh between 11 and 30 kg (24-66 lbs) but can reach up to 50 kg (110 lbs). Beavers are semiaquatic and have multiple adaptations for living in the water. The hind legs have webbed toes and are used to provide propulsion while swimming. The wide, flat, paddle-like tail is used as a rudder. Beaver fur is very thick, with 12,000 to 23,000 hairs per square centimeter and grows in multiple layers. The hair keeps the beaver warm and provides buoyancy while being thick enough to act as armor, protecting the beaver from predators. Beavers can hold their breath for up to 15 minutes, but most dives are shorter than that. While underwater, the beaver's heart rate is halved and blood is redirected to the brain and away from the extremities. The ears and nostrils can close underwater and the mouth can form a watertight seal. Being highly adapted for swimming, beavers are somewhat clumsy on land, but they can still move fast if needed. The front feet are very dextrous and can carry objects. Beavers can stand and move on their hind legs while holding things with their front feet. The tail helps provide stability while standing up. Like other rodents, beavers have an upper and lower pair of incisors that grow for their entire lives. The teeth need to be worn down by gnawing on objects and a beaver that can't gnaw can suffer from health problems as their incisors grow too big. Beaver teeth are coated with a layer of enamel that contains iron compounds, giving the incisors a characteristic orange color. The teeth grow outside the mouth and the beaver can close its lips while moving the teeth, letting it chew or pick thing up with its teeth underwater without getting water in its mouth. Unlike other rodents and pretty much every mammal, the beaver's excretory and reproductive tracts are merged into a single hole called the cloaca. Cloacas are common in reptiles, amphibians, etc, but having separate holes is a kay mammal trait. Beavers must have evolved back into having a cloaca. One hypothesis for why is that having a single hole reduced the surface area that can be exposed to the water, reducing the chance of infection. Males have a penis that extends from the cloaca when in use. Because of this, male and female beavers are virtually indistinguishable by sight if the penis is retracted. Staying downstairs, beavers have two sets of scent glands, anal glands and castor sacs. Both are used to produce scent chemicals that are used by beavers to mark their territory and identify each other. The anal glands also produce an oily substances that beaver groom into their fur to help waterproof it. The castor sacs produce a substance called castoreum and are attached to the urethra. Ancient people often thought that the castor sacs were testicles and that female beavers were actually hermaphrodites.

(Image ID: a beaver seen from the front on some rocks by the water's edge. It is dragging a long log in its mouth. Its top incisors are visible and orange. End ID)

The North American beaver is found in most of Canada and the United States, as well as northern Mexico while the Eurasian beaver's natural range has been considerably reduced from what it once was. They now live in portions of western, central, and eastern Europe, west Russia, and Scandinavia, with isolated populations in Mongolia and northwest China. Beavers live in freshwater (and occasionally brackish water) streams and lakes. They are nocturnal and crepuscular, active most commonly between dusk and dawn. Beavers are generalist herbivores, eating a variety of leaves, stems, shoots, roots, and bark. They prefer herby food in summer and woody food in winter. Beavers form stores of food underwater for the winter. Their digestive systems have an enlarged portion of the intestine called a caecum that helps digest the cellulose form all the plants and wood they eat. Their feces has been reported to have sawdust in it. Beavers are territorial and mark their territory with smell using secretions from their anal and castor glands that are placed onto piles of rock and mud they build. beavers defend their territories fiercely and will get into fights with others trying to move into their territory. Beavers who live in neighboring territories will gradually grow less aggressive toward each other and they become used to each other's scent. This is called the dear enemy effect and is seen in other territorial species. Beavers communicate using a variety of noises including whines and growls. A common behavior is slapping the tail against the surface of the water, which is used to alert other beavers to danger.

(Image ID: a beaver swimming underwater. Its body is strengthened out and streamlines. Its front legs are tucked under its chin. The hind legs are being used for swimming. The tail is out of frame. There are rocks and logs in the background. End ID)

Beavers require deep and still water to build their homes, but they aren't satisfied just looking for lakes to live in. No, these little entrepreneurs will make the conditions they need by damming streams. I will devote a whole section below to beaver damming and its impacts on the environment. Aside from dams, beavers also build lodges, which are their homes. Building these structures requires material and beavers use wood, mud, and rocks. To get the wood, they use their incisors and powerful teeth to chew through trees and branches. Famously, a beaver can take down a large tree in under a day. Lodges take a while to build, and until it is ready, beavers live in simple burrows on the water's edge. There are two types of lodges: bank lodges and open-water lodges. Bank lodges are burrows along the water's edge covered in sticks and are more common with Eurasian beavers. The more famous open-water lodges are built away from the shore. A pile of sticks forms a platform that is covered with a dome. The dome reaches above the water and is made of sticks and rocks held together with mud. Inside the dome but above the water is an open cavity filled with air. This is called the living space and is (as the name suggests) where the beavers live. The only above-water opening in the living space is an air hole built in the very top. The other entrances are underwater, meaning that beavers can only enter and leave by swimming. This provides good protection from predators, most of whom wouldn't be able to swim into the living space, as wells as insulation to keep the living space warm in winter. Beavers live in familial groups usually consisting of a pair of parents and up to eight children. Family members use the scent of their anal glands to identify each other and will body through grooming each other and play-fighting. The parents are monogamous, but will seek out new mates if they lose theirs. Mating occurs in late December to mid January when the female goes into heat. Up to four pups are born three to four months later. Beavers are born furry and with open eyes and can digest solid food after a week, but usually nurse for up to three months. Beaver milk is more fatty than the milk of other rodents. Beaver offspring will stay with their parents for two years before becoming independent and a family can have two generations of offspring at a time. The largest families need to build multiple lodges. The offspring, called kits, will stay in the lodge for their first one to two months and will start assisting the family with construction of dams and lodges at a year old. They reach sexual maturity between one and three years of age and can live for up to ten years in the wild. Beavers that become independent will travel away from their parent's pond to find a new stream or pond to settle in. This is the time most beavers meet their future mates and the pair will travel together in search of their new home. Beavers will stay in the same territory unless poor conditions force them to leave and find a new home.

(Image ID: A beaver in the Minnesota Zoo with four kits. They are in an artifical lodge with stone walls and star and sticks on the ground. The kits are miniature versions of the adult. End ID.)

(Image ID: an artistic depiction of a beaver lodge with a cutaway to show the interior. It is a large pile of branches with a chamber inside partly submerged in the water. The chamber is connected to the outside by two tunnels the open underwater. There are two adult beavers outside the lodge and three juveniles inside. End ID. Source)

The most famous feature of beaver behavior is their dams. By damming streams, beavers create the large and still ponds they need to build their dams. Beavers that live in pre-existing ponds or lakes that are deep enough for their lodge entrances to be underwater don't need to build dams. To start, thy will dig canals to reduce the flow of the stream, then drive large logs and branches into the mud of the stream bottom to form a base. The dam is then filled in with rocks, branches, shrubs, mud, and anything else the beaver can get its paws on. Beavers can pull or carry objects up to their weight and will build canals and use mud slicks to pull larger logs. Dam complexes can cover acres of territory and the canals beavers dig dig to divert water and help move logs around can be over half a kilometer (1,600 ft) long. The largest dam in the world is in Alberta, Canada's Wood Buffalo National Park and is 775 meters (2,543 ft) long and growing. It was formed of different dams that were combined. Beavers are one of the best examples of ecosystem engineers, species that modify their habitats. They are also a keystone species that are vital in wetland areas of their native range. Dams expand wetlands and reshape the stream environment in ways that typically benefit the local ecosystem. There are some negative impact of beaver dams, including impeding fish migration, increasing silt upstream of the dam, low oxygen levels in the created ponds, and harming species that require fast flowing water. However, the positive impacts of the dams are many and varied. The dams create new ponds that provide habitat for many species that require deeper or slower water, including many aquatic insect larvae, worms, and mussels. These ponds are also ideal spawning locations for many fish and amphibian species, especially salmon and trout that can leap over the dams. Indeed, beaver dams are a huge boon to salmon spawning. The ponds also raise the local water tables and help prevent drought. The areas in and around ponds see a large increase in plant species diversity that encourages local grazing animals and migratory species to visit. Because the areas around beaver ponds are so wet, they act as natural fire breaks, helping mitigate the damage from fires. The dams also help prevent floods downstream by slowing the amount of water that passes, thus helping prevent erosion. The dams act like sieves, filtering out silt, debris, excess nitrogen, and pesticides and other chemicals that get into the water. Bacteria living in the dams break down cellulose in plant matter and release nitrogen gas into the atmosphere. On the downside, beavers have been extending their range north as the arctic warms and their ponds are melting permafrost, which releases methane into the atmosphere.

(Image ID: a beaver in a forest environment gnawing a tree. The tree trunk is slightly thicker around than the beaver. The Beaver is chewing at one side of the tree while the other side is already chewed, resulting in an hourglass shape. End ID)

(Image ID: two beavers sitting on top of their dam and working on building it. One beaver is gnawing on a log while the other one is carrying a bundle of roots in its mouth. End ID)

(Image ID: a beaver dam seen from above. The dam is a large pile of sticks, longs, rocks, and mud that stretches across a stream. The water level on one side of the dam is significantly higher than on the other side. End ID.)

Both species of beaver as currently classified as Least Concern by the IUCN, meaning they are not at risk of extinction. This was not always the case. Beavers have historically been heavily trapped for their meat, fur, and castoreum. The castoreum was used in many forms of medicine. Nowadays it isn't used anymore except in homeopathy and other forms of quackery. The fur trade vastly reduced beaver populations and it was only due to new laws and conservation efforts that the two species were saved from extinction. Since then conservation efforts have largely revolved around trapping beavers and reintroducing them to new areas. Probably the most famous example of this is the 1948 beaver drop, when the Idaho Department of Fish and Game dropped beavers in crates from planes, where they parachuted to the ground and were released. Despite how silly this sounds, it had a much higher survival rate than other relocation methods. Only one of the 76 beavers died due to forcing its way out of the crate during the drop and falling to its death. Beavers can damage infrastructure by damming streams near human activity and can damage trees people want to keep alive. There are ways of mitigating this. Pipes can be used to keep the water levels of the ponds from getting too high and fences or other deterrents around trees keep the beavers from cutting them down. If the beavers are causing too much of a problem, trapping and relocating them can help. On the other hand, sometimes environmental managers trying to attract beavers will make artificial beaver dams to try to entice beavers to adopt a stream. This is sometimes done in streams with too much erosion or water that flows too fast for beavers to settle. The artificial dams start the work and set things up for beavers either relocated to the stream or that pass by and settle down. Beavers are used as symbols of hard work, industry, and families. The beaver is the national animal of Canada. If Canada appreciates the beaver, shouldn't you too?

(Image ID: a group of three beavers being released from a crate. End ID)

(Video ID: archive footage of the 1948 beaver drop. End ID)

[codmw2019-2022]

COD MW 2023 - Missions

Here's every mission from Modern Warfare 3 (2023). I also added Ghost's CTV mission since I noticed that its timestamp is different to the countdown mission even though they take place one after the other.

Screenshots from Gamer's Little Playground's CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE 3 All Cutscenes (2023) YouTube video. Link and timestamps will be below.

AN 1: This is for you @gamergirlbones, I'll be adding MW3 to the MW1 and MW2 timeline and making it a separate post. Hopes this helps you fanfic writers.

AN 2: This and updating the MW1 + MW2 timeline are the only content I'll make of modern warfare 3. Since I did just want this blog to focus on MW1 + MW2, but I'm willing to change that if enough people ask for it. Which you can ask for in my Suggestions / Questions.

Timestamps:

Operation 627 - 0:00 to 11:15 Precious Cargo - 11:16 to 19:33 Reactor - 19:34 to 28:18 Payload - 28:19 to 39:32 Deep Cover - 39:33 to 47:20 Passenger - 47:21 to 52:34 Crash Site - 52:35 to 59:59 Flashpoint - 1:00:00 to 1:14:05 Oligarch - 1:14:06 to 1:24:26 Highrise - 1:24:27 to 1:30:20 Frozen Tundra - 1:30:21 to 1:43:29 Gora Dam - 1:43:30 to 1:47:23 Danger Close - 1:47:24 to 1:54:37 Trojan Horse - 1:54:38 to 1:59:53 CTV - 1:59:54 to 2:00:56 Countdown - 2:00:57 to 2:12:45

[hisunshiine]

—tri-wizard trials | myg

→ posted: dec 26, 2022 → pairing: slytherin!yoongi x gryffindor!reader → au/genre: hogwarts au, brother’s best friend, smallest of angst, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 7,251 → warnings: everyone involved in smut is OF AGE. events of harry potter’s stories did not happen. Dumbledore is retired from being headmaster, but all of the other professors we know and love are not dead, everyone’s ages are different in this story, some members are not seen but are mentioned, some house banter and teasing, use of wizarding world phrases, oral (m & f receiving), loss of virginity, penetrative unprotected sex, overstimulation, second hand embarrassment → credits: story written for Toci as part of the @bangtanwritershq holiday event “Christmas Love”, thank you to my beta readers, whippedbywonho, @noonastoand @peachiilovesot7​ for all of your help! → summary: As a seventh year, this is your final year to spend with your friends. It’s also a triwizard tournament year—the tournament is known as being dangerous—and it's common for some injuries to be fatal. When your brother’s best friend and fellow seventh year, Yoongi, is chosen as the school champion at the feast, you lay out your feelings and give him a prize worth much more than the cup. → an: as a gryfferin/slythindor, i approve of the slander in the story lol! i included a key terms to help muggles, and i’m very excited to have a hogwarts au story! 

Key Terms for Muggles:

Abraxans - a breed of winged horses, gigantic and extremely powerful with an appearance akin to that of a palomino horse Common Room - “living room” for students; each house has their own  The Entrance Hall - entryway of the castle that has access to the great hall, staircase to the higher floors, and dungeons Fiendfyre - enchanted fire from an advanced dark magic curse that creates flames of immense size and heat that are capable of destroying nearly anything in its path The Great Hall - “cafeteria” of sorts, where all students and professors eat meals Hippogriff - a magical beast that has the front legs, wings, and head of a giant eagle and the body, hind legs and tail of a horse Room of Requirement - also known as the Come and Go Room is a secret room that only appears if you are in great need of it Veela - semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine moon-bright

OCT 30th — 11:47 PM

Seven years ago you were eleven turning twelve, and just starting your life here within these castle walls. Dragging your fingers along the cold stone bricks, you smile softly as you pass a coat of arms hanging from an archway. Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry has been your home for so long, and now, in your final year, you can’t believe that you have less than eight months until you’d be graduating and moving off into the world. 

Since returning back in September, you’d sometimes get this overwhelming bittersweet feeling about leaving this place next June. You’re supposed to be in bed, as it wasn’t your night to patrol the halls, but instead your feet have led you down the many flights of stairs to the entrance hall on the main floor. The soft glow of the lowered flames lit the corridor just enough for you to not trip over the trick step on your way down from the Gryffindor common room, but as you enter the entrance hall, the light changes briefly.

Your eyes flicker up, taking note of Min Yoongi standing within the age line that Professor Bang Si-hyuk had charmed around the glowing goblet in the middle of the hall. Blue flames return the corridor to a somber mood as Yoongi’s arm drops back to his side, hands tucking a sheet of folded parchment and a quill back into his robe pocket as he turns to exit.

“Hey.” 

His cool demeanor as his eyes avoid contact with yours is something you aren’t used to anymore; as your twin brother Jimin’s best friend, you’ve grown close to the blond over the years despite being in different houses, but having you as a prefect and now Head Girl has saved them from losing several house points along the way.

“Hey. I didn’t know you were going to enter?” you question as an attempt to warm his attitude, but he just grunts, moving to walk past you and back towards the hall that leads to the dungeon common room. 

Turning his direction, your hand shoots out to grasp his wrist, but upon looking at his face, you drop his arm.

“Yoongi?”

“I’m really tired YN, I’ll talk to you later.”

Yoongi’s robes billow around him as he disappears into the shadows of the castle walls, descending into the dungeons and leaving you to the chill of the midnight hour. 

OCT 31st — 2:11 AM

Back in your dorm room on the seventh floor in Gryffindor tower, sleep continues to flit from you like the golden snitch: teasing you to your face, just to disappear out of sight in a blink of an eye. 

Min Yoongi entered the Triwizard Tournament—one of the most dangerous tournaments for students that exists, with fatal injuries a common thing. Sure, the previous headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had seen to it that students had to be of age to enter, but did age really matter in the end? 

You roll over onto your side, flipping your pillow to the cool side and think about the chances of Yoongi being selected. There are several other seventh years that you know will be entering, and you attempt to quell your growing fears. Why would a Slytherin be chosen over a Gryffindor? Could hissing, prong-tongued, dungeon dwellers really be more worthy as the school’s champion over a fierce, courageous and proud lion? 

You aren’t normally one to believe the propaganda spewed about each house, but the thought surprisingly aids in calming you down enough to allow sleep to overtake you, and you dream of dark eyes, light hair, and a gummy smile that refused to show itself to you tonight, and you have a sinking feeling it has everything to do with the conversation he must’ve overheard. 

OCT 30th — 5 - 8 PM the Welcoming Feast, several hours earlier 

You stand in the front of the castle with the other students, awaiting the arrival of the two other magical schools in the region, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Of the three magical schools, you were at the one led by Professor Bang Si-hyuk, and in your opinion, it was the best school to attend. Beauxbatons was headed by Professor Park Jae-sang, a lively man who enjoyed working with his students. Professor Park Jin-young, the Durmstrang headmaster, was less concerned with his students, and more concerned with his own vanity. 

Watching as the Great Lake ripples with life, a large boat pushes through the water to sit atop the waves. A large ramp lowers itself to the shore, and a small group of young men disembark behind a toadly looking man and make their way toward you all.

You notice a grinning man leading the group of students and he’s quite striking in a tall, dark, and handsome way. His smile has dimples and is easily given, and exactly what you’re used to if you look at your ex. Shaking the thought away, you hear the whispers of the other female students who can’t believe how tall and cute the men arriving are. 

Soon after Park Jin-young greets Headmaster Bang, the group of men retire inside to wait for the welcoming feast. It’s not more than five minutes before a large carriage arrives, flown by magnificent winged beasts, Abraxans by the look of it.

Park Jae-sang appears to dance across the grass once he’s out of the carriage, a small group of students following him as Hagrid leads the Abraxans to the grassy paddock. You’ve heard that his school is quite small, and by the looks of it, he may have brought every ‘of-age’ student with him. You can’t help but notice only one blonde girl in the group of young men, spritely but proud as she walks with her head held high.

Once the Beauxbatons students are in, Headmaster Bang leads the rest of you into the Great Hall, where the decorations for tomorrow have come to life. Bats and orange streamers line the corridors and you hope that the visitors will enjoy their time here. Seeing your twin brother, you grab his sleeve to keep up with him amongst the crowd. Jimin sees you and smiles, eyes half moon as he wraps his arm around your shoulders in a side hug.

“YN, this year is gonna be fantastic, innit?”

“I mean, so far it already has been, Gryffindor is in the lead for the house cup thanks to that win against Slytherin last week,” you tease.

Jimin pouts; as Slytherin seeker, they lost by only ten points when your best friend caught the snitch before he could. 

“Jeon got lucky, that’s all.”

You giggle, linking arms with him as he shuffles down the hall towards his best friend. Not to say you and your brother weren’t also best friends—you shared a womb with him—but outside of your twin bond, you each had a best friend in your respective houses.

Yoongi stood along the wall next to a suit of arms, well out of the way of the crowd. As you approached, he gave you one of his rare smiles. 

“Well, if it isn’t Park-squared.”

“Ohh, Yoongi, I didn’t know you could do math.”

“Ha-ha. Anyways, what do you think of the potential champions from the other schools?” he asks, looking at your brother. Jimin answers as you turn your back to the wall, eyes on the crowd to help direct the younger students. Head Girl duties and what not.

“Well, Durmstrang looks pretty fit, I think any of them could be champions. Beauxbatons had that girl…she was quite stunning. I felt like I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.”

“Oooh, I felt that way too,” you chime in, “you don’t think she’s part Veela, do you? You know near Beauxbatons, it is more common for magical creatures like Veela to mix with wizards.”

“She could be. I didn’t quite care for her, though.” Yoongi shared, staring at you while you looked away from him across the crowd of students still lingering in the hall.

“Mmm, do you ever care for anyone though, Min? I’ve never even seen you look twice at a girl our whole time at Hogwarts,” you taunt back.

“I just have impeccable taste, and maybe the people who meet it haven’t noticed me yet.”

Giggling, you turn back to look at him.

“Min Yoongi, have you seen yourself? Even I went through the ‘I’ve got a crush on Min Yoongi but he’ll never notice me’ phase when we were in fourth year, along with half the school. I highly doubt there’s anyone left in the school who hasn’t noticed you.”

Yoongi opens his mouth, ready to question you more about this phase he had no idea you went through, but Jimin speaks first, pulling you along with him towards the now clear doors. You reach for Yoongi, who allows you to loop your arm through his own, eyes burning into your skull.

“Anyways, thank God you aren’t still drooling over my best friend, god that was such an annoying time of my life, hearing you talk on and on about him. So, who from Hogwarts do you think will enter?”

“I don’t know…” you think, “I guess I expect most of the seventh year boys will enter. Probably quidditch players, like yourself, twin. Maybe some of the other Head Boys and Girls, like Jung Hoseok in Hufflepuff. Not me, though.”

“No, no, I’m not going to enter either. Can’t mar this beautiful face of mine. One Park twin has to be beautiful.”

You shoulder him lightly at his joke, jostling Yoongi into your side more, as your group abruptly stops by the Slytherin table.

“What do you think about someone who would enter the tournament?” Yoongi quietly asks you as another person begins talking to your brother. 

“I guess…I don’t know what I think. I think they would be brave. Or maybe foolhardy. Definitely would make them hot in my eyes. Imagine seeing them take on dragons or rescue a family of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest?” you practically swoon as you imagine that one tall Durmstrang boy shirtless, lifting a baby unicorn out of harm’s way. “Why? Do you plan to enter Yoongi?”

“Yoongi? Enter? There’s no way this brooding hunk would ever be chosen as the Hogwarts Champion in the first place, even if he did enter.”

Choi Sung-ho, the Slytherin you hated the most, has the audacity to cut into your conversation with Yoongi.

“And you think you’ve got a chance, Choi? Fuck off.” You flip him the bird, turning back to Yoongi, whose features have schooled themselves into a look of indifference.

“Park, I’d gladly fuck off if you fuck off with me. I hear you can ride me like a hippogriff.”

“You’re disgusting Choi.”

“Hey, I heard you like to do nasty things in between classes, Park. The Kim brothers sure do talk a lot.”

You reach for your wand, ready to Bat Bogey Hex the fucker for bringing up your ex-boyfriend, but Jimin beats you to the punch. Literally. 

“Choi. Keep my sister’s name out of your mouth, if you know what’s good for you. I recommend you head up to the infirmary and let Madame Pomfrey fix that broken nose.” 

You glance around, looking for a teacher to appear and reprimand you for the scuffle, but you see Yoongi lower his hand, and the silently cast spell fades, allowing your small group to be seen once again. Sung-ho hastens from the Great Hall, his green and silver scarf bunched up to stop the bleeding.

“You and Jimin must beat up people a lot, you cast that charm without any warning!” you glare at the two, not sure you want to know how they became so good at timing that. “God, I can’t stand Sung-ho. He’s only sour because he asked me out in fifth year, but I turned him down.”

“He did?” Yoongi inquires quietly as Jimin inspects his hand for damage.

“Yeah, but I told him no because I liked someone else…” you turned your eyes down away from Yoongi’s searing stare, choosing instead to pick at an invisible thread on your school robes. 

“That’s why he was such a bitch to you during fifth year, Yoongi. ‘Cause she turned him down because of you.”

“What? That’s why he hexed me in Charms class?”

Headmaster Bang stood and motioned for everyone to sit before anyone else could answer. Jimin pulled Yoongi away from you to take a seat at their table, parting from you with a small wave and you were left to walk over to Gryffindor table alone, mulling over the way Yoongi eyes had bore into yours as revelations came to light of your crush from several years ago—had it ever gone away?

Sitting down, you blink several times as two people you haven't seen in ages appear. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon, recent Hogwarts grads who now work at the Ministry. Seated among the professors, the reason for their appearance back at the school is revealed as Headmaster Bang introduces them to announce the Triwizard Tournament. 

“Hello everyone! Many of you might remember me, Kim Seokjin, Gryffindor house alumni and the youngest ever Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I am here with Kim Namjoon, former Head Boy and Ravenclaw alumni, AND also the youngest in his role as the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. We would love to announce the start of the Triwizard Tournament! The two of us have worked with our teams to bring back this legendary tournament, and we look forward to experiencing this with you all!”

“Yes, my brother is right!” Kim Namjoon, your ex, approaches the podium to speak next to Seokjin, and when his eyes meet yours, he smiles at you lovingly. You don’t know how to feel at the moment, with feelings you thought had been buried resurfacing randomly. “This tournament helps to bring wizards and witches across the globe together, and we are so excited for this act of cooperation at the secondary level. We believe cooperation starts at a young age.”

“Professor Bang has graciously agreed to host the event this year, and now, we will allow him to present to you the artifact that will set this whole event off!” The two brothers make their way back to their seats as the headmaster returns to the podium.

“Before we eat, our guests will be able to submit their names, since they will reside outside of the castle, and Hogwarts students can submit once the feast is over…”

Your eyes drift towards the far side of the hall, searching for those dark and brooding eyes. When you find them, it’s like you’re locked into his gaze by a spell, and you don’t hear a word of what the headmaster says of the rest of his speech, unable to take in anything but the pouting face of Min Yoongi until applause surrounds you.

The Goblet of Fire has been revealed, the age line drawn around the stand, and members from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons rise to enter their names. The feast commences, and around you people are eating and talking, but all you can think about is what those eyes are trying to tell you. 

You barely remember eating, but you take your spot to make sure all of the students clear out from the Great Hall once the feast is over. Seeing the last of the stragglers heading to the entry hall, you move to follow them out, stopping when you feel a large, warm hand wrap around your wrist gently. 

“YN, it’s so good to see you.” Namjoon’s dimples light up the space as he smiles down at you and you can’t help but to smile back.

“Hi, Namjoon. I didn’t know you would be here for this.”

He scratches the back of his neck bashfully.

“Yeah, I told Taehyung not to tell you, in case you tried to hide from me.” 

“Oh really? And why would I hide from you,” you challenge.

“Well, I know that we didn’t break up on the best of terms…”

“Yeah, hearing all of my business across the castle grounds was not the greatest thing to experience.”

“It wasn’t me—this is one of the reasons I’m glad I came. It didn’t feel right sending it via owl, and well… yeah. I figured I owed you the truth in person. I found out afterwards that Peeves was snooping on us that night. He was singing some vulgar song about it in the halls—”

“Yes, I vividly remember that Ravenclaw with the crush on you enjoyed singing it.”

“I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t meaningless to me. I just, I was leaving school and you would still be here another year and I’m the youngest to be in this position. I didn’t know Peeves was there that night, watching everything. I didn’t think anyone would know about the breakup.” 

You look up to the bewitched night sky, not really wanting to relive that night. 

“I’ve forgiven you. Peeves does what he does best, and I know it wasn’t anything personal. It just sucked because…well, I thought we were in love back then.”

“I really did love you, YN.” Namjoon steps closer to you, reaching for your hands. “I think I still do.”

“Oh.”

You feel weird having your ex confess he still has feelings for you, especially when feelings for a certain Slytherin have just made themselves known to you once again. You remain silent, staring at your joined hands. 

“Look, I know you weren’t expecting to hear this, but just think about it. I’ll be here quite a lot over the tournament…” Namjoon blushes, eyes looking behind you. “Hey, Min. What's up?”

“Jimin was looking for YN, and Taehyung said he thought she was still in the Great Hall.”

You turn to face Yoongi, noticing the way he and Namjoon are having a staredown that doesn’t seem all that friendly despite the way their voices sound.

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk to her real quick.” Namjoon turns back to you, leaning down to kiss your cheek softly.

“Just think about it, YN.”

You nod, unable to answer him as he releases you and turns, disappearing into the side door the rest of the professors had retired to for after dinner chatting.

Finally feeling your body able to move again, you turn to tell Yoongi about the weird conversation, but he’s gone, leaving you alone in the Great Hall.

OCT 31st — 6 - 8 PM

The second feast in two days commences right as the sun begins to set on Halloween. The castle is decorated to your heart’s content; next to Christmas at the castle, Halloween is your favorite time of the year. The knights' armor lining the hall is shined and sparkling and the candles floating above the house tables send a warm, yet haunting glow throughout the Great Hall. 

Walking side by side with your brother, you watch as he easily melds into his green and silver crew, the lot of them side-eying you in your maroon and gold as they welcome your brother into their folds. 

“Over here!”

You look farther along where your table is positioned at the opposite end of the hall from your brother’s, seeing your best friend, sixth year Gryffindor seeker Jeon Jungkook waving you down to sit. He pats an open spot as you climb over the wooden bench and plop down next to him. 

“Sorry, I had to run as soon as I was released from Herbology, Professor Sprout kept us a bit late, and Nabi called a last minute practice, you know how she gets when players are late.” Jungkook greets with a sly grin on his face.

“Nabi wouldn’t dare punish her honey, Jeon. You could arrive late to a game and she would still shower you with praise.” You retort, leaning past Jungkook to smile at the girl seated on his other side. Nabi, captain of the quidditch team and a fellow seventh year student, has been your best friend's girlfriend for several years now. “Hey Nabi!”

“Hey good twin! Is everything okay?” she asks, and Jungkook shoots her a puzzling look.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Well, it wasn’t your night to patrol and you weren’t in bed last night when I got in—” she says, Jungkook elbowing her in the rib lightly with a cough.

“I mean, I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and you weren’t there when I left or returned, I was worried about you.”

“Oh!” you laugh to yourself, ruffling Jungkook’s hair as his ears turn pink, confirming that Nabi made a slip up about their whereabouts the previous evening. “I couldn’t sleep, you know how I get. I was just wandering the halls until I felt tired enough to fall asleep.”

She nods, leaning into Jungkook to plant a loud kiss to his reddenning cheek, but the words she says to him go unheard as a loud roar rips through the hall. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students stream through the massive double doors to a loud applause, and you turn your head to watch as they wait patiently in two lines as Argus Filch, the caretaker, pulls a wheeled platform with the Goblet of Fire onto it towards the front of the teacher’s platform. 

Headmaster Bang stands, asking the students to be seated wherever there is space at the house tables, and in moments the hall is quiet as he finally approaches the podium. 

“Tonight, we will learn the names of the three school champions to take on the three tasks of the Triwizard Tournament. Before the Goblet announces the champions, are there any last minute students who would like to enter?”

The Great Hall is quiet as everyone looks around, the air suddenly tense. All eyes turn to the Goblet of Fire, which begins to spark as the flames shift, dancing in wild delight. Headmaster Bang steps towards it, where the first bit of parchment flies out from the flames. 

“The first champion, from Durmstrang, is Ok Taecyeon!”

The hall breaks out into noise as the tall man you saw the previous day leading the Durmstrang students stands and walks up to the podium. He shakes hands with all three headmasters, as well as both Seokjin and Namjoon, and then disappears through the side door you saw Namjoon go through last night. 

As the cheers die down, the goblet once again begins to cast sparks as it flares up, another charred bit of paper floating down slowly after being spit out.

“Next, from Beauxbatons—Jang Da-hye!”

You applaud with the others as the blonde, Veela-like girl rises from the Ravenclaw table and approaches the podium to copy Taecyeon, shaking the three headmasters hands before heading into the other room.

A hush grows over the students as you all wait for the goblet to announce the final champion—the Hogwarts champion. You can feel the palpable silence, sitting tensely until it gives way to the sounds of the fire beginning to vacillate, and the flames seem to shift between the brightest shades it could burn. The last piece of parchment paper shoots out of the now white hot fire, and as the headmaster reads the last name he’s just snatched out of the air, you feel your heart drop.

“Hogwarts champion, Min Yoongi of Slytherin House!”

The table at the far end erupts with proud exclamations, chants of his name as he clambers over the wooden bench to take his rightful place with the other champions. 

“YN, you’re kind of hurting me.”

Jungkook’s arm is gripped in your hand, and you release him once you realize. 

“Sorry, I’m just shocked is all.”

“Are you sure?” He leans towards you so only you can hear him. “Is this fourth year all over again?”

You look at him, scandalized that he so easily read you. From across the Great Hall, Jimin also takes note of your reaction. 

OCT 31st — 10:13 PM

It’s that very reason that Jimin summons you to meet him outside of your common room after most of the students had all turned in for the night. You’d just taken a bath, and your hair was still pulled up out of your face from where you’d scrubbed it clean. You swing open the portrait to step over the ledge, tugging your night robes around you to keep the chill out as you shuffle over to where Jimin is and away from the warmth of the common room.

“Jimin, where’s the Fiendfyre?” you ask, confused at the urgency of the message.

“I saw your reaction tonight. You should talk to him.”

“This is what you’ve called me out of bed for?”

“Yes, because Yoongi has been weird all day and he won’t say, which means it has something to do with you.” Jimin glares at you as if you’ve done something wrong.

“What in Merlin’s beard? I didn’t do anything to Yoongi!”

“Yoongi doesn’t hide anything from me unless it has to do with you. I’m not stupid. I saw the way he was looking at you yesterday after you let slip about your past crush, and I saw the way you reacted to hearing his name being called.”

“Okay? I still didn’t do anything! If anyone bothered him, it was Namjoon.”

Jimin’s eyebrows rise into his bangs. 

“Namjoon? What’s that smartass got to do with anything?”

“He wanted to talk to me about the breakup…and he might have mentioned that he’s still in love with me. While we were talking, Yoongi appeared, looking for me. The two of them had a staredown, but I didn’t get to talk to Yoongi afterwards.” You think back to last night. “I even saw him entering his name, but when I tried to talk to him, he basically dismissed me.”

Jimin rolls his head back with a heaving sigh.

“Well then, I feel a lot better about what I’m about to do.”

With a firm grip, Jimin takes your wrist and all but drags you down the left corridor and away from Gryffindor landing where The Fat Lady snores in her golden frame. You twist your arm in his hold, trying to free yourself, but Jimin is quite strong.

“Jimin, what the fuck?”

He reaches the weird tapestry with Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls ballet and walks back and forth past the opposite wall three times, face deep in thought, still never releasing you.

You quiet down your complaints and curses as a large door appears, feet unmoving as Jimin releases you to step forward and open the door. You can hear loud pounding from the other side, a muffled voice unclearly shouting words. Flinching as the door opens, you prepare for an attack.

“Park, I swear I’m gonna kill you—”

Yoongi appears in the doorway, chest heaving as if he was out of breath and his face contorted in anger that dissipates as soon as you two lock eyes. Both of you are so caught off guard and confused that when your brother shoves you into the doorway, you stumble into Yoongi’s arms as he catches you from an impending faceplant.

“Listen, this is for your own good. The door won’t unlock until you talk and figure it out. I love you both, so don’t hate me.” Jimin grimaces as he looks at the two of you before expressly shutting you in.

Shocked, you remain in Yoongi’s arms for several minutes as his breathing slows down and you take in what just happened. He seems to come to his senses, releasing you with a step back and you’re able to observe the walls around you in an attempt to ignore the other person in the room.

It’s a simple space, much like a stay at the Leaky Cauldron except it looks as if Madam Puddifoot decorated. Did Jimin lock you into a sweetheart suite? 

“Your brother is the worst. Slimy git deserves to be boiled in frog spawn.” Yoongi sits on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Hey! That’s my brother, and your best friend, need I remind you.”

Yoongi’s head snaps up to face yours, and you see a flash of remorse as he attempts a deep breath. 

“I know. He’s still a slimy git for this.” Clutching your night robe around your body, you’re inclined to agree. You also have no idea how long Yoongi was being held captive in here before you arrived, so you ask as much.

“Since I was finished being briefed. He literally came and grabbed me and said it was urgent that we come to the seventh floor because—” Yoongi stops speaking as his alabaster skin turns pink. 

“Because what?”

“Nothing.”

“According to Jimin, it isn’t nothing, and we won’t get out of here until we talk about ‘nothing’.”

Yoongi stands, walking towards a door you hadn’t noticed earlier. 

“We’ll talk later.”

The door slams, and you hear the tell tale sounds of water running. With a sigh, you take off your robe and plop down onto the other side of the mattress, spending the next 30 minutes gathering your thoughts. The same thoughts you were viciously pulled from as Yoongi stomps back into the room, blond hair wet and sticking to his forehead as steam billows out of the room behind him.

He’s dressed in pajamas, a black t-shirt and dark green plaid pants with silver and black crisscrossing. He’s a lot more covered up than you had been under your robe; not having expected to be seen by anyone but your dorm mates, you had dressed in tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Thankfully you had enough sense to pull on a robe before running out to meet Jimin. 

Yoongi shuffles around, slippers dragging along the plush carpet as he ignores the fact that he’s locked in the room with you.

“Yoongi?”

“YN?”

“Are we really going to do this?”

Yoongi steps closer to where you’ve just sat up, “YN, I really don’t want to—”

“I don’t care what you do or don’t want to do.” You stand from the bed, walking closer to Yoongi. “We can’t get out of this room until we talk about it, so we’re gonna talk about it.”

Yoongi lets out a huff, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. He seems to waver between having the conversation you’re pushing for, and you see when he makes the decision to go for it, preparing to give you the honest truth.  

“What is there to say, YN? I saw the way Namjoon was looking at you, I heard him declare his love for you. He’s the youngest in his department in the ministry, what have I got to compete with that?!”

“None of those things matter! Why do you even need to compete with him?” He was confusing you. No, he was getting your hopes up, but you weren’t sure he was talking about what you were thinking he was talking about.

“Why? Because what can I do to prove that I’m the better choice? Shit, even me getting chosen as Champion doesn’t mean I’ll be able to prove anything.” 

His words continue to raise your hopes, but you play dumb, wanting him to spell it out for you. You close the space between you and him, just a hair’s breadth apart now.

“Yoongi, I don’t get it. Better choice for what?” 

“For you! I think I’m in love with you, stupid!” His hands reach for you, cupping your face firm but gentle. “I think I love you. I think I have for a while.”

Instead of a reply, you press onto your tiptoes, lips meeting his in a soft kiss to show your affection for him as well. Surprised, it takes him a few seconds to kiss you back, responding once you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. One hand moves to the small of your back to pull you closer, and you place your hands against his chest to clutch at his shirt and hold him to you.

“Why would you join this stupid tournament if you think you love me? You could die!” Your voice is a harsh whisper, half breathless from the kiss and half choked up from holding back your emotions. He presses his forehead to yours, his deep almond eyes burning into you, now lined with tears.

“Because I wanted to prove myself to you. I want to prove to everyone that I deserve you.”

“Yoongi, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“Please, you’re Head Girl of Gryffindor. Your ex was Head Boy of Ravenclaw, youngest in the ministry or whatever slug shit they were spewing earlier at the feast. People don’t expect us to be—you know—an us.” 

“I don’t care what people expect. I want to be with you. I have wanted to be with you since we were stupid fourth years sneaking around the castle to skip class and daring each other to skinny dip with the Giant Squid.”

He laughs, a bright sound straight from his stomach. It warmed you up, made you want to hear it more. 

“Don’t be the Triwizard Champion. Be with me instead,” you whisper, your fear palpable as reality settles back in. A single tear escapes your eye and you sniffle. Yoongi can’t bear to see you like this, but there’s nothing he can do.

“I..I can’t. Didn’t you hear what Bang said? Once your name is drawn from the goblet, it’s a binding contract. I have to compete.” Yoongi brushes his lips to yours, attempting to cheer you up with kisses. His voice is almost a raspy whisper as he continues. “But I’ll do whatever I need to in order to come back to you after every task.” Another kiss, longer this time. “I’ll fucking win the whole thing, too. Use the winnings to get you whatever you want.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he holds you close, large palms gliding up and down your skin as he kisses you again, deepening it so that you can’t help but release a moan that he swallows down. Stepping you backwards, he lowers you onto the bed once he feels you reach the edge, his hand protecting your head as he maneuvers you to the pillow. 

You can feel his hardened length against your thigh, pressing against his pajama pants and you squirm, desire coursing through your veins to have all of this man. Your hands move to pull off his shirt and he follows your lead, removing the counterpart to every article you remove from him off of you until the two of you are naked under the sheets.

“Promise me, Yoongi,” you say lightly, brushing your lips across his. Nudging his nose against yours in the most sensual way, he captures your lips in a brief kiss before answering.

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. After every task, you’ll be in my arms like this.”

Kissing down your neck, you sigh out as his hands knead at your breasts, lithe fingers pinching your nipples into peaks. Tongue swirling around each nipple, one at a time, you can feel yourself growing wet as he slots a thigh between yours. Pressing his leg into you, you grind for friction, light moans as your clit begins to slide easily from how drenched you are. 

“Can you cum for me, baby? My perfect Head Girl, you sound so pretty under me like this.”

You rock your hips harder, faster, building the coil in your lower pelvis as he continues tonguing at your chest and neck, sucking marks into your skin as proof that he was there.

“I need more, Yoongi,” you plead, and when he removes his thigh, you whine at the loss of touch. He just chuckles, a mocking sound that has you wanting to take ten points from Slytherin until you’re letting out a hiss as his warm tongue delves into your dripping center. He wastes no time, sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit, fingers circling your opening as he teases your folds. 

“Fuck, Yoongi, you feel so good, just like that!” A hand buries itself deep into his hair, gripping to keep him where you want him and he is happy to oblige. Wrapping one arm around your thigh, he splays his fingers wide to keep you open and in place for him. The feel of his hand spreading you wider as his tongue swipes back and forth quickly has your body shaking as an orgasm rips through you. He continues to eat you through it, lips and tongue sloppily kissing you until your hands are pushing at him from overstimulation. 

As the aftershocks run its course through your body, Yoongi kisses his way back up your heated skin, his hands soothing as they follow the same path. You taste yourself once he reaches your lips again, and he pulls your body on top of his as he continues to kiss you lazily, enjoying the happiness of knowing he made you feel good.

Heartbeat no longer racing, you relax in his hold, mind still blown over the orgasm he gave you. Wanting to return the favor, you sit up to move down his body trailing little kisses on all of the spots that stand out, like scars from fights and cute moles usually hidden under his robes, until your hand finally grasps him. He hisses, sucking in air through his teeth wetly as you stroke him lightly. Taking your thumb, you spread the precum around the tip, teasing him with kisses in the divots around his pelvis. 

Yoongi’s hand strokes your hair, a gentle touch that is in juxtaposition for the lewd things you want to do to him, but it warms your heart anyways, fluttering butterflies filling your tummy at the cute gesture. Opening your mouth, you take him into it fully, enjoying the low groan as his hips buck up in response. You slide your lips back, tongue providing extra friction as you begin to bob up and down along his shaft. You balance yourself on his thighs, eyes focused on his reactions to the things that you do to see what he likes and doesn’t like. 

The intake of breath every time your tongue runs along the frenulum, the way his stomach sinks in when your lips tighten around him, the hip thrusts whenever you deep throat him, nose to his pelvis as you swallow around him…Min Yoongi is falling apart because of you and you’ve never felt so powerful. 

You take him fully again, holding yourself firmly to his pelvis as you swallow repeatedly and his hands grip your face, holding you there as he lets out little moans of pleasure when you take one hand to fondle his balls, spit leaking around them making it easy to massage him. 

“Not yet baby, I want to..can I feel you?” he asks, popping you off of his cock with a lewd smack of your lips. 

“I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t ever gone that far before,” you hesitate, wanting to fuck him but also nervous about it. 

“Me either, I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” he admits, and his eyes tell you what he’s not saying: he’s been waiting for you. 

His admission calms any fears you have, and you nod fervently, allowing him to manipulate your bodies into something more comfortable. Lying on your back, he hikes one of your legs up at the knee, widening your hips so he can align himself to your entrance. You watch, wide-eyed, as his hardened length breaches you, slipping in inch by inch as he braces his weight above you. You’ve never felt so full, and he peppers your lips with kisses until you tell him you’re ready for more.

Rocking his hips, your bodies move in a push and pull that allows the friction of your bodies to intensify the pleasure until you’re clutching onto his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust as you chase the high. Teetering on the edge, your lips seek his skin, anything that you can lick, bite, or suck as you mount closer to your peak. It’s these actions that cause Yoongi to make the sounds you needed to send you into climax, legs shaking as they wrap around him to keep him close. 

“I can…I can feel you, so tight baby, I can’t—” Yoongi releases in you, unable to hold back from the tight grip your walls have on him.

Laying on his chest, you bask in the post-sex glow of your first time, his hands playing in your hair as he talks to you about when he first realized he thought you were pretty, when he first realized he had feelings, and how oblivious he was in fourth and fifth year. 

“Honestly, I could die happy right now.”

“Hey! No dying on my watch. You promised.”

“Maybe I can convince Professor Bang to let me forfeit, I think you gave me a prize much better than the Triwizard Cup.” Yoongi can’t help but to joke during such a serious conversation to try and calm your fears. 

“What about the thousand galleon prize the winner gets?” you tease back, “was this a much better prize still?”

Yoongi strokes his chin playfully as he pretends to think about it, and you stare at him in mock upset at his hesitation. Laughing, he wraps you in a hug, pulling your naked body more level to his.

“You know, I think I need a second time to make sure…”

You playfully swat at his chest as he brings his lips to yours once more. 

“Of course you are. You will always be better than all of the prizes and the ‘eternal glory’ promised to the winner.” 

Luckily the two of you are covered by the sheets when the lock to the room clicks and the door swings open to reveal your brother with his hand over his eyes. 

“I said talk it through! Imagine the Head Girl getting caught in such a compromising position.”

“I mean, you locked us in the Come and Go room, we just wanted to follow the directions.”

You bury your face in Yoongi’s neck, hiding your awkwardness at having been caught as your brother groans and shuts the door as he leaves.

“Is my girlfriend embarrassed?” Yoongi asks playfully, his hand soothing your hair down. 

“Yes, mortified.”

“At least he approves.” He continues to joke as he pulls you up from the bed to get dressed once again.

“He better! He’s the reason you’re mine now.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as you gaze into the small mirror in the corner of the room.

“Don’t give him so much credit, baby. I put in a lot of hard work tonight.”

“Yes, you did, Triwizard Champion. It was all the proof I needed.”

His eyes soften at your reference to his feelings of inferiority, and he loves you that much more for reassuring him.

“I love you, YN.”

“I know.”

“Brat.”

“Let’s go, before we get caught.” You grasp his hand and pull him along back into the seventh floor corridor. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

He walks you back to the Fat Lady, kissing you goodbye sweetly before he descends to the dungeon, in hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep before he takes on his new roles as the Triwizard Champion, boyfriend to the Gryffindor Head Girl, YN.

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated! i hope all of my magical people enjoyed this one!

© hisunshiine 2022. All rights reserved.

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Fact vs myth: Yamato (with some Japanese lgbt in there for fun)

Fact: Yamato used he/him in English & masculine pronouns in Japanese, everyone calls Yamato by those pronouns in the canon text unless the character is shown to be disrespectful towards him.

Myth: Kiado calls Yamato his son because he always wanted instead. Its a myth because this information is never started, it has just been perpetuated by fans who are out of information to use as defense to an Illogical argument

Fact: Yamato's card says female with no additional information as yamato has not outright started he 'has the heart of a man'. Female isn't a gender, it's a sex. Women is a gender, female is a sex.

Fact: Yamato has been called She/her by people who do not care for him and are talking about him, not to him such as guards

Fact: Yamato was drawn in the mens school uniform in 'ONE PIECE High School Special Spread for ONE PIECE'S Chapter 1000 Shonen Jump'

Fact: Yamato used the mens bath with the other men who consented to him being in the room.

Fact: Yamato appears to love his body. This does not make him less of a man.

Fact: 63 percent of respondents to a survey said LGBT subjects should be taught at school. Only 11% of Japanese teachers teach LGBT issues in class. 30% want to teach the subjects but cant cos its difficult to teach and not written in textbooks. 15% do not understand the differences between same-sex relationships & gender dysphoria. 12% never learned about the two subjects. This is from 2021, the population now didn't even have these small numbers. You cannot expect them to check every box when they are not educated enough.

Fact: Momoiro Island, the Okama paradise translates to Peach island, the homosexual / transvestite / Drag queen island. Okama is often seen as slur against gay men and could be compared to the f slur in English speaking countries

Fact: Yamato figurers are in the ladies / women / girls collection

Fact: Yamato was in '[Scene2] ONE PIECE Vol.100/EP.1000 Celebration movie "WE ARE ONE."'

Myth: Eiichiro Oda makes everything One Piece so everything is down to him

Myth: Eiichiro Oda is an old man and doesn't know what worldwide audience wants

Fact: Eiichiro Oda is 47, he started One Piece when he was 24 and started manga all together when he was 17. He has 30 years experience and understands that the audience isn't just Japan anymore. He's not that dumb

Fact: Eiichiro Oda doesn't work closely with all projects and only has to greenlight the overall idea of them. However he has chosen to work closely with the netflix team due to the amount of new people it will be reaching

Fact: I thought id have more myths to clear up but I don't so if you have any let me know

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "Is Alec Tricity there? I need to speak with Alec Tricity, please."

PAYPHONE - "No, but I got a feeling Al Kickurass is gonna make an appearance if you ever call this number again. Have a good one, asshole!"

Phone hanging up.

Disconnect tone.

Ok, that's enough-

Put 10 cents in and dial a random number: 005-99-77-313.

[Leave.]

Um. Harry?

PAYPHONE - Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Still calling...

*Still* calling…

"Stop calling me, man!" Someone picks up. The voice on the other end is slightly hysterical.

"I'll get you your money, alright? I just need 'til tonight. Let me work."

"Uh… who is this?"

"Yes, but a slight change of plans -- I want this delivered to the Whirling-in-Rags in Martinaise."

"We could all be a bit kinder to each other, don't you think? Consider your debt paid, my friend."

"You seem to be in some sort of trouble. Maybe I can help you, I'm a police officer."

PAYPHONE - "Tethys, I uh..." The young man realises something. "Hey, you're not Tethys! Screw you and don't ever call here again, you're fucking with some *serious* people!"

Disconnect tone.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm..." A single *khm* lets you know the lieutenant is ready to move now.

Kim is right. We should stop.

Put 10 cents in and dial a random number: 005-11-11-313.

[Leave.]

PAYPHONE - Calling...

"I'm tired…" A man answers, fast this time. His voice is hoarse from cigarettes. You hear typing in the background.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Sounds like he hasn't talked to anyone in quite a while.

"What are you tired of?"

"I'm tired too."

"Is there anything I can do to help you? I'm with the police."

PAYPHONE - "If I could go just one month without writing. No, two months... I could regenerate my brain. Fucking liberalism..."

The man disappears with a sigh.

You do not hear the customary disconnect tone, just silence in the handset -- the machine is still waiting for you to dial a number.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - Seems like it did not have time to swallow the coin. This sometimes happens.

INTERFACING [Trivial: Success] - Lucky you. The call went too fast for the payphone to register. You can still make a new one without paying.

[Interfacing - Medium 10] Dial a random number -- with your eyes closed.

[Leave.]

+1 White mourning... +1 Smells like betrayal...

We no longer have the thought, but we would also get +1 from Sorry Cop here.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - You close your eyes and put your index finger on the rotary dial, then pull down on the number, then move one up and repeat the motion, twice...

Strange. This is not how you started before.

Wait -- what did I just do?

Keep dialling...

Stop!

INTERFACING - You dialled 001. This is not the area code of Revachol. It is another destination -- on another isola. Some far-off nation state.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - 005 is Revachol ZoC -- 001 is Graad, on the Graadian isola, where the telephone was invented. The next two digits you dial are the area code for the city of Mirova...

Keep dialling...

INTERFACING - 41 -- 44 -- 47 -- the rotary dial feels cold from the sea air.

Keep dialling...

INTERFACING - 11 -- 17 -- 361 -- your fingers keep moving like a spider, every time the ring rotates back with a little ring of metal, like a bell tolling.

There's more?

INTERFACING - Yes. 451 -- 67 -- 451 -- you are going deeper now, into some unknown place. Far away from this island of matter and its telecommunication networks....

Finish it.

INTERFACING - 451 -- you have dialled god knows how many numbers. The headset has been waiting silently to relay a signal -- surely nothing can come of this, you think. But it does. A connection.

PAYPHONE - An ultra-long-distance call. Your ear fills with a crackle, the wash of a strange ocean full of white noise. A little bird starts ringing in there, not like the local calling tone before. No, a small ring in a cage of distortion, far away, a distant network of phones...

Calling...

Calling in the night....

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - The saddest sound in the world.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Both pitiful and terrifying. You feel your pulse rising with each ring...

PAYPHONE - Calling still...

ENDURANCE [Easy: Success] - The handset starts slipping from your sweaty palm... your breathing is heavy.

"Kim..."

[Volition - Impossible 18] Hang it up.

Let it call more.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant is too far away to hear your yelp. The sea wind blows...

2. [Volition - Impossible 18] Hang it up.

VOLITION [Impossible: Failure] - You can't. Some strange force is keeping the headset glued to your hand, your ear listening to the ring in the speaker...

PAYPHONE - Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Calling still...

Then the ocean breaks. Out of the depths, a woman's voice emerges. Small. The dearest thing you've ever heard.

PAYPHONE - "Hello." She sounds sleepy.

"Hello."

"I want to die."

"Who is this?"

"I'm a revolutionary servant of humanity. I will free mankind and abolish the classes. I will raise the dead." (Proceed.)

"Your voice is so beautiful."

"Good bye."

PAYPHONE - "Mhm," she hums, her voice warm from sleep.

"Who is this?"

3. "Who is this?"

PAYPHONE - "Dora." She's still confused. "Who is this? The connection is bad..."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Dora. The name feels like a *gift*. A gift that was meant for you -- to make it possible to live.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - In the distorted distance you hear someone turning next to her. Bedsprings rattle.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - Don't react. Whatever you do, don't react to that last thing.

"Is someone *there*?"

Don't react.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) - It doesn't matter if you react or not. You still think you hear a *man's* voice in the background. It's covered in pain and white noise...

2. "I want to die."

PAYPHONE - "What?" It takes a second for her to realize what you said.

"I don't know why I said that."

"Your voice makes me want to turn into dust."

"I want to live -- with you..."

PAYPHONE - "Oh no... is that you?" Her voice sounds like she's waking up now. Still plaintive, tired...

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - This is too much... You need to recede...

"A creature is a creature. I wish I was the wind."

"No."

PAYPHONE - "Oh no, not this... what time is it?"

5. "Your voice is so beautiful."

PAYPHONE - "No-no..." She's waking up now. "It's *you*, isn't it? It's you..."

6. "Good bye."

PAYPHONE - A sigh. She heard you, but she does not hang up. And neither do you. You can't.

4. "I'm a revolutionary servant of humanity. I will free mankind and abolish the classes. I will raise the dead." (Proceed.)

PAYPHONE - "You're not a revolutionary, Harry... You're drunk."

-1 Morale

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - You only have two, maybe three things left to say before the change runs out.

"Harry? How do you know my name?"

"Harry? Who's Harry -- are you sleeping with him? I'm also Harry!"

"I'm not drunk."

"Okay I'm drunk, what does it matter? I'm still *me*!"

"I'm not drunk -- I'm *high*."

"I'm not drunk or high, I'm just... hurt... why does it hurt to talk to you?"

PAYPHONE - "Because it's me... Look, I don't understand what you're saying or why you're calling me. You seem drunk."

4. "I'm not drunk or high, I'm just... hurt... why does it hurt to talk to you?"

PAYPHONE - "Oh god..." There's silence, it's heavy as tin. The white noise howls.

"Hey."

"Ooo... are you there?"

Say nothing.

PAYPHONE - "Do you know what time it is? It's so late here..." Sounds like she's looking for a clock on the night stand.

"It's four o'clock, Harry! I need to wake up in two hours."

It's four o'clock there regardless of what time you call. Blame it on entroponetics, I guess.

"Do you want to party?"

"I want to talk about me. Who am I? You sound like you know me."

"You're in Mirova, right?"

"Where are you going in two hours?"

"I am the law. I'm a detective. I'm doing a case. There's a hanged man."

"Is someone there with you?"

(Hang up.)

PAYPHONE - "No, I want to go to sleep..."

2. "I want to talk about me. Who am I? You sound like you know me."

PAYPHONE - "What do you want to talk about? That we haven't talked about already..."

ENDURANCE [Legendary: Failure] - This is bad, you feel your right hand on the handset cramping up with pain...

-1 Health

3. "You're in Mirova, right?"

PAYPHONE - "Yes, I'm in Mirova. Sleeping."

4. "Where are you going in two hours?"

PAYPHONE - "To work."

"Where?"

Say nothing.

PAYPHONE - "The Academy. Where I work."

"The Academy? That sounds better than my job. I'm happy."

"My job is sad and terrible. It has dead bodies in it."

"Pfft, Academy... my job is *real*."

PAYPHONE - No response, only a sigh. The connection crackles, like burning paper.

-1 Morale

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - What are you doing to yourself right now?

I'm making a funny prank call.

Catastrophic damage.

I don't know... I don't understand what's happening.

VOLITION - You need to stop. Harry. You're killing yourself.

*Can* we?

6. "My heart hurts. I'm gonna have a heart attack."

PAYPHONE - "Oh no... please stop. Please let's just hang up..."

7. "Is someone there with you?"

PAYPHONE - "Yes."

5. "I am the law. I'm a detective. I'm doing a case. There's a hanged man."

PAYPHONE - She does not answer anymore.

"I'm gonna solve it."

"It doesn't matter. This case doesn't matter."

"None of it matters -- not anymore."

"Can you help me solve it? I need to solve it. They won't take me back if I don't."

PAYPHONE - "Harry..."

Disconnect tone -- the machine ran out of money.

Put 10 cents in and dial the long phone number again.

[Leave.]

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 6

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

I

1. My God, how I love Thee!

2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.

3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.

4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.

5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:

6. Art Thou not Pan?

7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.

8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!

9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.

10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.

11. Did I not yield this body and soul?

12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.

13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!

14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.

15. I am greater than the fox and the hole.

16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!

17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.

18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.

19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.

20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!

21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.

22. My God! but I love Thee!

23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?

24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.

25. I based all on one, one on naught.

26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!

27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!

28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.

29. O ever-weeping One!

30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!

31. There thought; and thought is evil.

32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.

33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!

34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.

35. I love Thee.

I love Thee.

I love Thee.

36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.

37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.

38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.

39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.

40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.

41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?

42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!

43. But Oh! I love Thee.

44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.

45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.

46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.

47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!

48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!

49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.

50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.

51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!

52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.

53. O my God, spare me!

54. Now!

It is done! Death.

55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound

Years favorite is in bold

Wow this is a doozy lol why all the tower cards remind me of the finale of the Magnus Archives

Artwork source https://www.deviantart.com/decepticoniancybra/art/The-Tower-Tarot-Card-871366781

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Frozen fanfiction: Søsken

Summary: An accident in the North Mountain forces Elsa to spend several weeks in her brother’s apartment under Anna’s care. During that time, Anna realises there is more to Elsa than meets the eye. The truth about Elsa’s past comes to light after an unexpected family reunion, and both girls’ lives begin to fall apart when they realise Elsa wasn’t the only one with a big secret and a turbulent past.

Anna/Kristoff - Elsa - Family - Family drama - hurt/comfort - Modern AU - Elsa & Kristoff are adoptive brother and sister - Ice bros - Found family - Serious injuries - Mental health issues - Health issues - Frohana

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Chapters 1 to 10 - Here  

Chapters 11 to 20 - Here

Chapters 21 to 30 - Here

Chapters 31 to 40 - Here

Chapter 41 - Here

Chapter 42 - Here

Chapter 43 - Here

Chapter 44 - Here

Chapter 45 - Here

Chapter 46 - Here

Chapter 47 - Here

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Silence

To Anna's agonising disappointment, life didn't grant her wish that day. Nor the day after. Nor the week that followed. Instead of having something to look forward to, the end of each day found her in bed wondering if her sister would pull through to see a new day at all.

Even when Elsa’s health wasn't deteriorating at an alarming rate anymore, her condition did remain the same. And the few, almost imperceptible, changes Nielsen had detected during that time weren’t enough to give the family a truly optimistic medical report. The IV treatment was still in place, doing its work accordingly but not helping fast enough, and the same could be said for the antibiotics. And as a result, Elsa’s blood pressure continued to be low, forcing the medical team to keep Elsa in a coma and a respirator.

During the first three days, the only person allowed to see Elsa, besides the medical team, was Gerda. And true to her word, her mother-in-law had done nothing but stay by her daughter's side at all times. Keeping a close eye on any imperceptible change in her condition. In the days that came to pass, she had barely left Elsa’s room. Only leaving to eat and bathe — as well as take short strolls to help her stiff, aching legs. Though, those breaks wouldn't amount to more than two or three hours a day. Making the rest of the family apprehensive about the woman’s health as well. The worst part about those days, Anna noticed, was not being able to help Gerda, and the wait. The excruciating wait. Sitting by Kristoff’s side in silence, unsure of what to say to one another, as they waited for a medical report or the chance to be allowed to see their sister.

It wasn’t until the third day that the rest of the family was finally allowed to visit Elsa. At the beginning, Anna considered this good news. Finally being able to see Elsa could mean things were improving, but that was not the case either. The first visit was the most difficult. Seeing Elsa unconscious, unmoving and connected to more things than Anna could identify had made her realise how serious her condition was. It had only served to remind her and Kristoff they could lose their sister any minute. What was worse, the visits were short and barely gave them time to give Elsa any encouraging words. Even if she was unconscious, they didn’t want to make her feel alone or left behind in any way. It pained Anna deeply to see Elsa in such a state, but there was little she could do. The only thing was to be patient and have faith Elsa would overcome this, the same way she had everything before.

The first week went by like that. At a slow, tormenting pace. Forcing Anna and Kristoff to balance their lives and their time at the hospital as best as they could. They had made everything in their power to visit as often as they were allowed, staying with their sister until they were asked to leave. Only leaving her side to allow Kai to spend some time with her as well, since the room the medical team had placed Elsa in was small, barely enough for two people to visit at a time.

--

Anna cursed under her breath as she got off the bus and hurried down the street towards the hospital. The bag on her back moved from side to side, making her books feel heavier than ever, but she didn’t slow down. She was late. Again. And she was certain the nurses wouldn’t let her stay in Elsa's room after visiting hours twice in a row.

With everything that had happened, Anna had missed the first few classes of her semester. She had stayed either at the hospital or at Kristoff’s — whenever they were told to go home. And, not feeling in the mood to study or forcing herself to listen to hours on end about didactics and social studies, she had chosen to miss several lectures. However, as the days went by, and Elsa’s health condition remained the same, she thought going back to class could help her get her mind off her sister for a couple of hours; and so, on the fifth day she returned to class.

The lectures did offer her a much needed distraction, helping her cope with what was going on. It also helped her feel a lot more tired when it was time to go to bed, helping her rest instead of worrying endlessly about what was to come. The only disadvantage she had found so far was trying to catch the bus before visiting hours started. They were only granted two hours to see Elsa each day, and Anna wouldn’t forgive herself if she missed a visit.

She grabbed one of the straps and placed the bag on her shoulder more comfortably as she got to the hospital’s main entrance. Too focused on getting there on time and getting the annoying bag to stop moving, she didn’t look up when she entered, bumping into someone who was leaving just as she was entering the building. A hand caught her before she fell to the floor and she cursed again, trying to keep her balance before the heavy bag pulled her down. The strong hand that was still holding her asked if she was okay, and only then Anna realised she had run into no other than Marshall.

With a nod of her head, she apologised when she finally got a foothold. “I’m glad it’s just you.” She took her bag off her shoulders, giving her back a much needed rest, and leaving it on the floor while she spoke to the mountaineer. She had barely seen him in the last three days, and she was glad to finally get to talk to him. “The last thing I needed was hitting an old man or someone who was getting released from hospital.”

“There’s a reason people shouldn’t run in these places.”

Anna guessed it was a failed attempt on his part to make a joke, though his tone of voice seemed more serious than she had expected. Angrier even. And sadly, she had an idea why that was. “They didn’t let you see her, did they?”

He snorted and looked over her head, trying to avoid her eyes as he answered, “Same old story. I’m not family.”

Anna avoided his gaze as well. She felt bad for him as there wasn’t much she could do about it. He had been coming to the hospital every day since Elsa had been admitted. The very same thing Kristoff and she had been doing, with the difference that he had never got further than the receptionist’s desk. The first few days had been easier for him. No one was allowed to visit, so there wasn’t much he could say or do. After the third day, though, when the doctors finally allowed the family to start visiting, he found himself being the only person forced to stay outside. Deep down, Anna felt it was unfair. The concept of family didn’t really apply to Elsa as it did to the rest of the people in the wards. An exception could have easily been made for him. But so far, things still remained the same, and she could see he was getting more impatient as the days went by.

“I’m sorry, Marshmallow. I—”

“Could you please talk to Kai?” He said, lowering his gaze and allowing Anna to see how much he needed it.

“I don’t think he has a say in it, Marshall. I think the hospital is being more restrictive given Elsa’s… peculiar situation?” She hoped that was the case indeed. “Only five people in there know, after all.”

“This is—'' He sighed, stopping whatever it was he wanted to say. He dragged a hand down his face and took one more deep breath. “You’re late again. Go see her.”

Anna could hear something akin to disappointment in his voice and for a moment she felt like explaining herself. Tell him she couldn’t keep missing classes and that it wasn’t her fault the bus was late; but thinking twice about it, she saw no reason to. She’d probably feel the same way if she hadn’t been allowed to see her sister at all. “I could call you in the evening,” she suggested instead. She still had his mother’s phone number and she had already called a couple of times to let him know how Elsa’s health was developing.

“I’m heading back to the mountain this evening.”

Anna wanted to say it didn’t matter, she could call him just the same. But she didn’t get the chance as Marshall walked out the door before she could. Before he was out of sight, he insisted she went to see Elsa before the visiting hours were over once again.

Sighing tiredly, she picked her bag and walked to the main desk where the receptionist, Andrea, as she had recently learnt was called, was sitting. The woman offered Anna a sweet smile and allowed her into the wards. Anna smiled in return and then began walking the now familiar hallways in silence. Everyone so far had treated her so kindly, and she was glad for that. Everyday that went by without favourable news, Anna felt more on edge. There were days she was certain it would only take a person to raise their voice for her to start crying. Thinking about it only made her feel worse for Marshall. She was certain the mountaineer was feeling just the same; but instead of getting sweet smiles and reassuring words, all he got were ‘noes’. Making up her mind at that moment, Anna decided she’d try to talk to Kai later. Perhaps there was something he could say to the administration that could grant Marshall the chance to see her, at least for a couple of minutes. 

When she turned on the last corner that led straight to the ICU, she was surprised to see Kai and Kristoff outside the door that led into the unit. She expected them both to be inside by now.

Noticing Kristoff’s long face when he looked up, all Anna could say was a faint ‘Hi’. Something in his eyes told her she wouldn’t like the reason they were out there. “Is everything okay?”

“We can’t see her.”

“What do you mean you can’t see her?” She looked at her watch once again. She could understand why they wouldn’t let her in. But Kristoff had been leaving work earlier to make sure he was at the hospital on time everyday.

Shaking his head, Kristoff sighed and rested his forearms on his knees. “Mum came out an hour or so ago. She said they’re making sure Elsa’s stable before we get to see her. She’ll let us know when we can visit.”

“Stable?” She looked from Kristoff to Kai, who was leaning against the opposite wall. “I thought her vital signs were steady.”

“They are,” Kai chipped in. “They're worried about her kidneys now. They aren't working properly.”

Her father-in-law seemed to be in a pensive mood. And even though what he was saying sounded awful, he was calm enough to make Anna’s worry dissipate, if only for just a brief moment. “Not working…” she repeated. The words finally sinking in. “What does it mean?”

“She's getting worse,” Kristoff said in a thick voice, surprising not only Anna but Kai as well.

“Your mother didn't say so, Kristoff.” Kai said, straightening his back and waiting for Kristoff to look at him before he continued. “This was something they expected to happen at some point if she didn't improve in the first week. She isn't getting worse.”

“Her organs are failing. How isn't it worse?”

“I think Kai only wants you to stay positive,” Anna said, turning to Kai once again for a confirmation. “She'll be okay… right?”

Before Kai could answer, though, Kristoff crossed his arms and said, “There's only so much a body can stand.”

“Kristoff, please…” Kai tried to transmit some calmness, but Anna could hear the tremor in his voice.

“Why aren’t you taking this seriously?” Kristoff countered, mad at his father’s sudden indifferent demeanour. “You saw mum too. You must have noticed the worry written all over her face.”

“Your mother is overwhelmed,” Kai tried to rationalise. “Exhausted.”

Anna nodded absentmindedly. She had noticed how overtired Gerda looked the last two times she had seen her. Older she’d even dare say.

“It doesn’t make the situation any less serious,” Kristoff continued, his voice rising slightly. “Any less real.”

“Kristoff, could you please—” Kai hissed as he turned towards the glass door that separated them from the ICU.

“All the things she endured, and for what?”

Anna knew Kristoff was finally letting his worries take control for once. He had remained too calm, too controlled during the whole week, but she now could see the hard shell was starting to break. 

“She doesn't deserve to go like this,” he said when neither Kai nor she could offer him an answer. His voice barely over a whisper, breaking Anna’s heart. It was the first time, since that first night, someone from the family dared say out loud what they most feared. “It’s so fucking unfair.”

Anna dropped her gaze, unable to do more than dwell on Kristoff’s words, feeling her heart constricting inside her chest. Her eyes brimmed with tears at the thought. It was unfair. A life full of pain, only to end when she was finally beginning to find some purpose.

“She won't go.” Kai’s voice pulled Anna from her thoughts. “Not now. Not like this.” His certainty helped lessen the pain she felt in her heart, but it was not enough to make her feel any better. “Now, please, I beg you to stop talking nonsense.”

Kristoff stayed quiet, his eyes fixed on the floor. Not daring to talk back anymore. Perhaps all he wanted was to believe in his father’s words as well.

Wanting to do something about the gloomy atmosphere, Kai continued speaking, “Her wound is beginning to heal. The antibiotics seem to be working.”

“Dad—” Kristoff tried to say in a broken voice, but he was interrupted by the director of the hospital, who at some point had approached them.

“Mr. Bjorgman,” the man said. “Sorry to interrupt. May we speak to you for a minute?”

Kai turned to Kristoff and then Anna, a look of concern crossing his face, before he answered, “Yes, certainly.”

“In my office, preferably.”

Not liking where the conversation could lead, Kristoff stopped the doctor before he turned to leave. “Is my sister okay?”

“Last report I got said her condition remained the same. No need to alarm.”

His gentle smile allowed Anna to take a deep breath. She wasn’t sure when she had stopped breathing, awaiting his answer. She only hoped he was being honest and the conversation he was about to have with Kai had nothing to do with their sister.

“I’ll be with you in a minute,” Kai said to the doctor and when the man was out of sight, he turned to his son. “Kristoff,” he called his attention. “Under no circumstances talk like this in front of your mother. Am I clear?”

Kristoff, still concerned about Elsa, didn't quite understand him at first. “Huh? Dad, don’t you—”

“I don't care,” Kai stopped him. Taking a deep breath, he ordered his ideas and continued, “Please, just don’t say the things you just said to Gerda.” His eyes sparkled with sadness under the fluorescent light. “Understand that you and Elsa are everything we've got. The idea of losing one of you…” He averted his eyes, tried to finish his idea but at the end just shook his head. Before Kristoff could say anything, he began walking down the hall towards the director’s office. “I'll see what Dr. Landvik needs. Excuse me.”

--

Taking a deep breath, Kai massaged his forehead and tried to ease some tension as he placed the state of account on top of the desk in front of him. It was more than obvious to say the day wasn’t going like he had expected. The calendar marked day seven since Elsa had been hospitalised, and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been expecting the first week to mark the moment his daughter began to pull through. The few conversations he had had with Nielsen had given him hope the antibiotics would have done it’s work properly by now. All he had hoped was for Elsa to show some improvement. A silver lining that could help him and Gerda remain sane.

To his crushing disappointment, the opposite was happening. Elsa was getting worse, or so it seemed. And now this. This ridiculous state of account. Given to him in the worst possible time. Only fifteen minutes after he had been talking with his son about the possibility of losing Elsa. Now he was expected to focus on this. And what made things worse, was knowing the man behind this was standing right in front of him. Dr. Landvik had called him into his office, but the man waiting inside next to him was no other than the owner of the clinic. And as soon as Kai had seen him sitting there, he knew he was going to get unwelcome news. He hadn’t been mistaken.

Feeling it was time he showed his discontent, he tapped the document in front of him with his index finger and said, “This is absurd.” 

“Mr Bjorgman.” Mr. Haugen, the current owner of the clinic, was the first to talk. “We are sorry to give you this news, but this is a private institution and your daughter is—”

“You already know how delicate my daughter’s situation is. You cannot expect me to react to this kindly.”

He had to admit it had been surprising it took this long for them to start talking about money. In a system where most of medical treatments were covered by the state, private clinics were there only to offer personalised treatment, catering to the patients needs in a completely different way. Exactly what the clinic was now doing for his daughter. It had been obvious from the start they were going to try and charge a disproportionate sum of money for their service.

“As I said before,” Haugen explained. “It's our responsibility to inform you of our costs. A week has passed since Miss Bjorgman was brought here. It’s only right that we diligently inform you.”

I’d like to diligently smack you in the face, Kai thought but refrained from showing his emotions. He was having a hard time keeping a straight face, but he had no other option. He wouldn’t allow this man to bankrupt his family.

“What about healthcare services?” They hadn’t chosen the clinic after all. The paramedics had only brought Elsa to this place because the Central hospital in Trolheim had no beds in the ICU. As far as he knew, the clinic was only supplying what the state couldn’t.

“As you may know, it only applies to public institutions.”

Once again, Kai suppressed the need to groan. The man was pushing the limits of his already thin patience, and his conceited attitude was doing nothing to help him.

"If your daughter were in the insurance scheme we could arrange for it to cover her treatment, or at least part of it,” Dr Landvik said, leaning forward and calling Kai’s attention. It was clear he was aware that they were asking for an outrageous sum of money. And he seemed more willing to discuss it than Haugen. “Sadly, Mr Bjorgman, she is not. I double checked all the information myself.”

Picking up a file from the desk, Haugen skimmed it and then turned to Kai once again. “She doesn't work, doesn't study…” He pretended to read once again for a brief moment before he said, “It's like she doesn't exist.”

Kai knew this was a possibility. Elsa had lived far too long outside the system and it would only take a visit to the hospital, or a professional that wasn’t Nielsen, for it to come to light. It was one of the main reasons he had insisted Elsa to study or find a job. Studying on her own didn’t seem to take her far, and so he and Gerda had decided to desist on that plan. No matter how much they had wanted her to learn and exploit her capabilities, they knew they were overwhelming her. Finding a formal job had been the second option, but that had proven to be even harder. Now, he regretted not being more strict with her when she was younger, but who could blame him. The girl had lived her childhood in a prison, the last thing he could do was force her to do what she was not willing to.

Knowing there was no reason to dwell on the past, and knowing well they were expecting an answer, he said, “She very much exists. She's in your intensive care unit right this moment.” He was mad. He was mad at the men in front of him —asking for more than he could give— and at himself as well. He couldn’t help but feel he was failing Elsa. “What's more, the only reason she's here is because there weren't enough beds in the public hospital. This should be arranged as if it were a public institution.”

Taking offence at Kai’s demand, Haugen dropped the file on the desk and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “She may have entered the clinic under those circumstances, in which we were more than ready to offer free service.” There was no doubt the man was not willing to let Kai get away with it. And it made him worry how far he could take this if they didn’t reach an agreement. “However, only two hours after her admission, we were forced to isolate her in a private room and allocated several machines to her exclusive care. Her needs were then discussed, even when they seemed ridiculous, and she was admitted as a private patient. We are lending our facilities to her doctor, several nurses were relocated and requested to care for her while keeping her extremely peculiar condition a secret. A condition that could hurt my employees, no less. You cannot compare this to any other situation we have dealt with. She’s not just another patient occupying a bed when the public hospitals are full.”

And he couldn’t. Nothing about Elsa was comparable to anything anyone had ever dealt with. Dragging a hand down his face, Kai tried to find something to say. Anything that could help him convince this man to help his family. But all his arguments came short. Not knowing what else to do, he chose to drop his defensive stance and appeal to the man’s good predisposition. “Mr Haugen, please, try to put yourself in our shoes.” He was begging now. “This is more than my family can pay. Even if we agreed, we don't have this kind of money.”

Landvik's eyes softened as Kai spoke to Haugen and so he decided to intervene once again, “Mr Bjorgman, there seems to be a misunderstanding here. I don’t believe Mr. Haugen expects you to pay anytime soon. This is merely informative.”

Both Kai and Haugen looked at the director, and before Kai had the chance to ask more about the debt and payment, Haugen turned to him. “In case money is such a big issue…” He waited until he had Kai’s undivided attention. “We may find an alternative.”

Frowning, Kai wondered why the man, who seemed to be insulted by his request up until then, changed his tone of voice so suddenly. “Alternative?”

“Over the past four days I've been reading these reports.” He picked up the papers scattered on the desk in front of him, and began ordering the different files one on top of the other. “The ones you gave Dr. Landvik,” he clarified. “Elsa's case is one of the most intriguing things I've ever encountered, to be honest. Cryokinesis isn't something scientists have had the chance to study. The theories about it are scarce and borderline gibberish.” He chuckled as he stopped to read one particular file. From his seat, Kai couldn’t see what it was, but he didn’t like the way he was speaking about Elsa’s condition. “You may understand why I had such a hard time believing Landvik when he informed me of the situation.”

“Yes…” he said, his voice barely over a whisper. Up until that meeting, Kai had had no idea Landvik had informed the owner of the clinic about Elsa’s condition. Even less think the doctor had given the man access to her files. Now that he thought about it, Kai couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of talking to Haugen himself. Thinking this wouldn’t reach Landvik’s bosses was a gruesome mistake. One he was certain he made out of distress and lack of sleep.

“But then again,” Haugen continued. “Reading Elsa's clinic history makes me think we may have a once in a lifetime opportunity here.”

Goosebumps erupted all over Kai's skin and clenched his fist tightly to stop it from shaking. He didn't need to keep listening to know what the madman in front of him was about to propose.

“I won’t lie to you, I foresaw money could be an issue and I've already come up with an idea. A fair trade of… favours, we could call it.

Kai opened his eyes in surprise at that. Finally understanding what the man was doing. There was no doubt in Kai’s mind Haugen had pumped up the price. From the very beginning, his aim had been Elsa, what he could learn from her. Kai failed at keeping his hands from shaking, his blood boiling at the realisation. And what made him even madder, was realising Haugen still didn't dare say it. He’d rather test him, see how far he was willing to go with his sickening idea before he did.

“Absolutely not.” Kai didn't need to listen to him say it, though. He had heard enough.

“Mr. Bjorgman, hear me out. This could be beneficial for Elsa. And your family as well.”

Landsvik turned to his boss, the look of disbelief on his face showing Kai he wasn't aware of Haugen's idea. Noticing this made Kai feel more at ease, at least for a brief moment.

“The chance to find out more about herself while avoiding a substantial debt is not something to reject on a whim,” Haugen continued, his face as serene and impassive as it had been from the very beginning.

“Do not try to sugarcoat what you're suggesting.” Kai stopped him. “I will not–  And listen to me clearly…” Leaning forward, Kai placed one hand on top of the files Haugen had left on the desk once again and slowly dragged them closer to him. “On no account will I let you experiment on my daughter.”

Leaning back on his chair, Haugen chuckled, trying to make the situation seem less serious. “I'm not talking about experimentation. I'm talking about collecting and analysing data. Information that we could later use to—”

No longer wanting to hear what he had to say, Kai stood up abruptly, making his chair fall in the process. “I thought I was being clear,” he said, leaning with both hands on the desk.

Landvik stood up as well, wishing to put a stop to whatever he was about to do. “Mr. Bjorgman.”

“Let me try and elucidate what I mean,” Kai continued, ignoring the director. His eyes were fixed on the man sitting in front of him who was still leaning back on his chair, too comfortable for Kai's liking. “You experiment, run a test, or try to use her as a rat lab in any way, and I will not hesitate to put a bullet right between your eyes. Is that clearer?”

Landvik’s face turned pale and he looked at his boss before he turned to Kai once again. “Mr Bjorgman, please, there is no need to—”

Before he could say whatever he was thinking, Haugen interrupted him. “I understand you're undergoing a lot of stress so I will not pressure you about this nor press charges for that threat.” He still pretended to have the higher ground, but Kai noticed the flash of fear in his eyes when he threatened him. It was small, but he’d take it as a victory. “I apologise for suggesting a more plausible alternative. Given your and your wife's income, I thought it would be appreciated.”

Kai had to admit the man was capable of keeping a straight face regardless, and he had a way with words that allowed him to make it sound as if everything was just a misunderstanding.

“In any case, the debt still stands.”

Even if Kai didn't want to admit it, he had to accept it, Haugen still held the higher ground. Elsa was still under the clinic's care. The only positive thing was knowing the man wasn't a doctor treating Elsa directly. He was just a greedy bastard who wanted to exploit her situation. “I'll need a copy of this document detailing the costs. And an official bill, as well,” Kai said, trying to pretend the cost didn’t matter.

“Most certainly,” he said with a small smile that only served to get Kai even more enraged. “I'll have one of our receptionists prepare it for you.”

Kai turned to Landvik after that and noticed he had averted his eyes. It was clear he was ashamed of everything that was going on around him, unsure of what to do or whose side to take. Kai hoped he'd realise soon enough there was only one right side in all of this.

Nodding with his head to the files on the desk, Kai let him know he was taking those with him. To this, Landvik nodded and helped him gather all the paperwork related to Elsa he had lying around.

Kai picked everything up and headed towards the door, not wanting to deal with them any longer. He was about to close the door behind him when Haugen's voice called his attention one last time.

“Oh, and…” he stopped long enough for Kai to turn to look at him. “Mr Bjorgman, one last thing. Be aware that silence is expensive. It might be easy for us to sit and talk things through to reach a favourable agreement.”

Favourable agreement couldn't be farther from the truth, but there was no reason to argue with the man anymore.

“The same isn't possible with the rest of the people in this clinic.” Once again he was trying to scare and persuade him. “Perhaps making Elsa's condition known could be beneficial. It may cause a bit of noise at the beginning. Some controversy. But her chances to keep a lower profile are higher that way. Once gossip starts spreading around, it's hard to put a stop to it.”

Kai knew he was threatening him back. They had to buy his silence. And perhaps everyone else's. The only problem was they had no money. “I'll need the invoice ready as soon as possible.”

“Of course,” he said with yet another smile, acting as if they had been speaking about the weather. “Have a nice day.”

Kai closed the door behind him and began walking as fast as he could, without raising any suspicion, in the direction of the ICU. There was nothing he wanted more than to get in Elsa's room and stay by her side until this nightmare was over. But he knew it was impossible. There were so many things he had to take care of, and he didn't know where to begin. For the first time in years, he was feeling helpless. He needed to gather the few people he could trust and try to find a solution to their predicament. Even if what he needed to do was crystal clear, he didn't have a clue where he'd find the money.

When he got to the hall leading to the ICU, he was shocked to see Kristoff and Anna still sitting outside. There went his chances to see his daughter.

“Dad, I was getting worried,” Kristoff said, breathing out in relief when he saw him. “I thought that perhaps– Is everything okay?”

Kai could see the worry written all over his son's face and felt terrible for being about to inflict even more pain on him. But he couldn’t keep to himself what had happened inside the director’s office. If something were to happen, he knew Kristoff would be the first to protect his sister, no matter the cost. Before he told him, though, he desperately needed some good news. Anything to help him cope and face the next few hours. “Did you get to see your sister?” 

“Umm… No.” Kristoff said, turning around to look at the still closed door. “Not yet. Mum didn’t come out either.”

Kai sighed, suddenly feeling too much pressure. Knowing Elsa was fighting for her life was nerve-racking on its own, Haugen’s extortion was too much to bear. Not for the first time that week, Kai wished he could wake up and find out everything was just a nightmare. “Have you seen Nielsen?”

“He walked into the ICU a moment ago, right?” He turned to Anna, who nodded her head. She seemed to have noticed things were amiss as well. “Is everything okay?” Kristoff repeated.

“Ye—” Kai was about to lie, but changed his mind at the last second. He could be honest now even if he still needed to make a few phone calls. “No. I'm not okay. I'll call Anders. Once he arrives I need you to meet us outside. The two of you.” He clarified addressing Anna as well. His daughter-in-law had proven to be trustworthy, and all the help they could get was welcome.

Now that she was getting involved, Anna stood up to be able to listen to him more clearly. “What’s going on?” 

“I’ll let you know once Anders is here,” Kai said in a lower tone of voice. “If you see Nielsen tell him I need to talk to him as well. Urgently.” With that, he turned to leave. The sooner he got to talk to Anders, the better.

“What about mum?” Kristoff asked.

“Don't say anything to her about this yet. She’s overwhelmed and Elsa needs her more.”

--

“Kai, are you serious?”

Nielsen’s voice was low and it carried something akin to disgust in its tone. A revulsion Anna shared with the man at that moment. She was glad the doctor had been the first to break the silence that had fallen on the small table. Once Kai had shared with them what had transpired in the director’s office only an hour before, Anna had felt the need to ask the same question, but the last thing she wished for was getting on Kai’s nerves when he was clearly so tense. She was also glad Kai had chosen to share their predicament with more people than just Kristoff and herself. She didn’t feel qualified to deal with something as serious while her sister was still unconscious. There was no doubt Kristoff wasn’t in the right mental state to deal with it either. None of them were.

“You haven't got many options,” Anders said, calling the rest of the people’s attention. He trusted his partner’s word, and saw no reason wasting their time waiting for his answer. “It's either accept his sickening offer, or pay. I think it’s more than clear that I agree with Kai on the matter, I’d rather shoot at him than let him do with Elsa what he pleases.”

“What about finding a different hospital?” Anna said in a low, somewhat timid, voice. She wasn’t sure her opinion would be taken seriously, but there was nothing she needed more than to get her sister as far away from that man as possible. The mere thought of someone running tests on Elsa made her blood run cold. She was relieved to know she was under Gerda’s watchful eye at all times. “Once she's safe, we start legal actions. Isn’t that possible?”

“Even though requesting a patient transfer is possible,” Nielsen partially agreed. “I'd advise against it. There's no guarantee Central Hospital can meet Elsa's needs and there's a high risk she wouldn’t make it, given her delicate health condition.”

“We'll find a way to pay.” Kristoff was the next to speak. He was leaning on the back of his chair, arms crossed. One look was enough to tell Anna he wouldn’t accept anything that put his sister at risk.

“Kristoff, we're talking hundreds of thousands.” Kai was as concerned as his son was, though he was trying to find an alternative. Something they could actually do.

“I'll sell my truck. We can sell your car too.” He placed his arms on the table, leaning forward so his father could hear him without raising his voice too much. The café they were in was just a block away from the clinic and it was crowded, who knew how many of them worked for the man in question. “We’ll ask for a loan or something. I could ask the guys at the factory to help me raise some money or something. I don’t know. We'll find a way.” His eyes brimmed with tears, the worry overwhelming him. “But I won't let you put her life at risk. And there's no way I'll let this madman lay a hand on her.”

“What about pressing charges?” Nielsen asked, Anna’s suggestion still lingering in his mind.

“As far as we know,” Anders said. “The reunion was solely to discuss the money owed to the clinic. That’s not illegal. There's no proof anything else happened.”

“You said Landvik was there, wasn't he? He could declare against him,” Nielsen insisted.

Picking up his coffee mug, Kai took a slow sip before placing it back down. He held it with both hands, fingers turning white. “As long as Elsa's in the ICU, Haugen knows we depend on him. The debt is real, after all. The blackmailing came after I denied him the chance to run tests on her.”

“Then, that means paying is the only option, isn’t it?” Anna asked.

The men bowed their heads and nodded. There weren’t many alternatives left.

Placing a hand on Kai’s shoulder, Anders tried to stay optimistic despite the feeling of injustice setting in. “I'm sure the guys at the station will try to help as well.”

“No,” Anna said, shaking her head. An idea had crossed her mind as soon as Kai had started talking about money, but she didn’t want to say anything until she was certain they had run out of options. “My father's got the money. And a legal team, in case it's needed.”

“Anna,” Kai said, looking up. “It's more money than—”

“He's got the money, Kai. Trust me.” Her family was wealthier than they imagined, after all. Anna was not naive though, she knew most of it belonged to the ArenCo and not her father exclusively, but she was certain he could arrange to pay for Elsa’s treatment.

“It doesn't matter if he does.” Kai didn’t seem convinced of the idea, and Anna couldn’t understand why he’d deny the help. “It's not right to—”

“Kai, take the money,” Anders interrupted, before Anna could hear her father-in-law's reasoning. He seemed exasperated, almost mad at Kai. “It's only fair he starts giving something back to his bastard child.”

Kai’s brows knitted instantly, warning his partner he was crossing a line. “Anders, I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now.”

“I'm sorry, what am I missing?” Nielsen asked, looking from Kai to Kristoff and finally Anna.

“Agdar Arendelle,” Anders said, ignoring Kai’s stare. “You know him?”

Nielsen nodded once the name rang a bell. “ArenCo owner… Isn’t he?”

“He's Elsa's biological father.”

“You're pulling my leg.”

Sighing tiredly, Kai felt it was best he explained things better. “No, Nielsen, he isn't. Anna is Agdar’s younger daughter and Elsa's sister.”

Turning to Anna once again, Nielsen blinked a few times, trying to understand what they were telling him. “You mean… It doesn't matter right now.” Shaking his head, he tried to focus on more important things. “Are you sure your father will help out?”

“Yes, I'm sure. As Anders said… It's only fair.” Anna said, her head hanging low. She knew what was probably going through Nielsen’s head. There was no doubt it was quite similar to Anders' opinion. But she couldn’t blame him. What her parents had done was unforgivable and she was sure the doctor who had treated Elsa at her worst had more than one reason to despise her father. “I'll talk to him as soon as I see him.”

“I'd suggest you go talk to him right this second,” Anders proposed. “The sooner we buy this despicable man's silence the better.”

“Come on,” Kristoff said, opening his mouth for the first time in minutes. He stood up and offered Anna his hand to help her stand up as well. “I'll drive you to his office.”

Nodding her head, Anna took his hand and stood up, ready to leave. Before they left the table, however, Nielsen stopped them. “I'll talk to Landvik in the meantime. He’s a reasonable man, I’m sure. I’ll see if there isn't a way to reduce costs.”

Kai thanked him while Kristoff and Anna nodded.

“One more thing,” he said. “Once this is settled, I'd like to talk to all of you, and Gerda as well, about Elsa's care if that's okay. What Haugen suggested is sickening and I’d like to find a way to make sure Elsa’s treatment isn’t impaired in any way.”

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Well, that happened. No matter how hard I try I keep finding ways to expand what originally were just a few lines in my time-line. This chapter is a month late for that reason. I had a lot of ideas I wanted to include and I was forced to spend some time rearranging things. I needed to include a few things now to be able to move the plot forwards and for a few things to make sense in the future.

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[theheightofdishonor]

100 (103) reasons why Daichi is the best 

1. his face 

2. them thighs 

3. most reliable captain 10/10 has never  met a ball he can’t save 

4. the chip on his shoulder

5. he's not just an underdog, he's the captain of underdogs, the biggest underdog of all.

6. kinda insane sometimes. Total volleyball freak. (My adored <3333)

7. you will never meet a more reliable man

8. deserves all the admiration in the world for handling a team as insane and wild as Karasuno

9. knows his team like the back of his hand

10. y'all remember that time he saved kagehina's failed freak quick because he knew that they'd go for it and also knew they'd mess it up?

11. there was a solid period of time where he was both coach and captain and handled the jobs marvelously

12. never falls to pressure,

13. treats his team to after-practice meat buns

14. ridiculously observant

15. seriously, this man immediately figured out that hinata had his eyes closed during the first freak quick.

16. terrifying enough to scare Noya who canonically has not felt fear since he was a child

17. can silence people with a look.

18. surprisingly snarky

19. officially acknowledged by kuroo as a crafty son of a bitch and kuroo would know

20. fr though, Karasuno would never have been the team it was without him, he's such a great goddamn leader and a brilliant captain

21. every single person on his team listens to this man

22. and he's always great at knowing how to deal with the different members on his team whether its goading Tsukishima at exactly the right time or knowing when to cheer Asahi up.

23. relentless, driven and never gives up.

24. the honest country boy vibes

25. has the obliviousness of an anime protagonist when it comes to romance.

26. can site facts about sea creatures off the top of his head and does it often enough that Asahi can provide context for what he's talking about

27.the ✨ soulful eyes ✨

28. we all know that under that cute face is a terrifying demon but man, what a face 

29. is a brave warrior willing to sacrifice (lose a tooth) for his people

30. basically got kagehina together

31. well-rounded player

32. got SO hot post time skip

33. not afraid to look like a lunatic in public when he's yelling at his teammates

34. short king

35. his flawless jump float receives 

36. that one time he yelled at Noya and co for coming to school on New Years like Daichi what were YOU doing at school during New Years? 👀👀

37. wore the vice principle's wig twice and did so flawlessly

38. the fancy foot moves on court

39. best pep talks

40. also great motivational speeches. Ikejeri literally remembered one of them for like 5 years

41. this man was Karasuno's ONLY floor defense for a hot minute there and still won against Seijoh. Seijoh.

42. that being said, he's not part of the defensive line, he's a spiker who also does defense and don't you dare forget it

43. the breadth of his gorgeous, gorgeous back

44. Was willing to kick out Kageyama and Hinata if they didn’t learn to get along. It’s not like Karasuno has a deep reserve of players, they certainly needed every player they can get and yet, he held firm. 

45. when he saves almost all of inarizaki’s crazy serves like it’s nothing 

46. also wrecked Oikawa's shit with that one save

47. literally died for his team

48. first year daichi w/  🤝 middle school hinata and kageyama; being people who care more about vb than the rest of their team and doing their best to get better on their own 

49. it takes a certain type of man to let Hinata on court despite his utter lack of basic skills

50. his bashful grin that's probably got people swooning left and right

51. just generally serving looks 

52. his arms

53. “We’re gonna eat them alive” 

54. that one time he mentally dragged Ukai to filth 

55. quick on-court reflexes 

56. the patience of a saint to deal with kuroo and bokuto’s antics 

57. refuses to get intimidated, even by Ushijima 

58. let ennoshita lead the team even though he could’ve gotten back on court 

59. this moment right here

60. when he was ready to retire because he thought it’d be better for the team 

61. “especially people who have to bike up a mountain” 

62. that time he scored off of kita’s recieve 

63. the entirety of ep 3x06. 

64. tired dad in a teenage body 

65. because his old teammate told him he “got bigger 😏” and daichi thought they were calling him fat 

66. being the epitome of benevolence a la forgiving Tanaka for killing him 

67. “talking too much is a sign of nervousness, ku-roo san” 

68. all the daichi-kuroo handshakes and how he magically starts acting like the competitive teenager he is when he spots kuroo’s rooster hair

69. i take back what i said about being able to scare people with a look, he can do it with just his aura

70. delivers an immaculate immitation of Kageyama 

71. so concerned and sweet to his underclassman

72. tried so hard to help Hinata's nerves.

73. *solemnly* “i was going to keep it quiet but....we’ll have bbq after the practice is over” 

74. cheerfully leads his squad through dozens of penalties during camp 

75. at times, very dignified

76. takes to acting like Tsukki's annoying uncle

77. when he went back to the gym and we saw his mosaic of memories and it made us all tear up 

78. Always imparting words of wisdom ie “SHUT UP” and “you’re a wimp”. 

79. he literally has nightmares about the principal’s wig 😭

80. Didn’t brutally decimate Kageyama for the “i can spike, serve, etc all by myself” line because if some snotty brat said that to me, i'd

81. He’s so intuitive in general. He’s seen Kageyama for maybe a couple minutes and then a half hour match and already knows exactly how to hit him where it hurts like when he threatened to take the setter position away if Kageyama and Hinata couldn’t win a match together. 

82. His saves are a work of art sometimes

83. So beautiful 

84. always willing to collaborate with and concede to his teammates whether it’s asking Kageyama’s opinion on how to handle Seijoh or letting Tsukki handle the timing of the blocks or staying back so Ennoshita can lead, 

86. Like despite hq having tons of characters + themes about pride and ego, Daichi has almost none at all. He’s secure in himself and his skill level and doesn’t get insecure about his teammates/friends being more skilled or better than him. 

87. never lets failures bring him down 

88. on a similar note, he, like hinata, is always willing to try, always ready to keep going no matter what happens or what obstacles lie ahead 

89. he’s the one that gave Noya the nickname of “Guardian Deity” 

90. the first one to always acknowledge and appreciate everything Takeda’s done for the team

91. Despite the generally optimistic attitude, he’s still realistic. 

92. Hilarious when he’s being blunt 

93. Surprisingly ok with fudging the truth. Like when he tells Asahi that he’s the only one that hasn’t gotten over the Date Tech match which is blatantly untrue. ‘

94. got so worried about his dream that he physically came to the gym to make sure it wasn’t taken over by the basketball team 😭

95. Simps over Shimizu like she deserves 

96. For someone who claims to be terrified all the time, he’s damn good at keeping it together

97. his little rooftop freak out before the Inarizaki match 

98. gorgeous eyes 

99. the haircut that just adds to the unassuming look hes got

100. Doing hundreds of penalties only made him incorporate penalties into Karasuno's normal training routine. Such a masochist.

101. Has the sweetest friendship with Suga and Asahi

102. might not be a monster but has his moments of monster-esque insanity nonetheless. Tell me this doesn't sound like something Hinata or Kageyama would say

103. noya compared his defense skills to yaku who's possibly the best libero in the entire damn series (!!!)

Basically he's just the best and I love him so much that I started with goal of writing 20 and ended up with 103

*edit: initially had 102 but number 103 i came across and couldn't not include it

[bunny-lou]

Trigger warning for pictures of a prison, brief mentions of inhumane conditions, starvation, death and violent crimes.

I got to visit the Mansfield Reformatory in Mansfield, OH over the weekend. This place originally began as a 'midway' point for young men who had committed crimes that were too serious for juvie, but not serious enough for prison.

In 1896, the Reformatory welcomed 150 inmates and was entirely self sufficient. Any repairs needed were done by inmates, food was grown on the property, livestock were raised by inmates. Not only did this keep costs low, but it helped inmates gain skills to work after their release. In its early years, the Reformatory had an 85% success rate, meaning that 85% of inmates were not re-admitted within 5 years of their release.

April 1930 saw one of the deadliest fires in U.S. history, the Ohio Penitentiary Fire in Columbus. It's believed the fire began when a rag was left too close to a candle. Some guards left the prison without unlocking any cells. More than 300 men perished in the fire.

Of those that survived, some were transferred to the Reformatory. Again, the Reformatory wasn't meant to hold inmates with violent crimes and the administration argued against taking in these inmates, protesting that they didn't have the room or the staff and that this could be detrimental to their current reform program, but the Reformatory was forced to house inmates from the Penitentiary.

The Reformatory saw state funding being cut a few decades later. Those put into solitary were given 1 meal once per day and it was often stacked that one meal would be given at 12:01 am on one day, then not again until 11:59 pm the second day, meaning inmates would go 47 hours without food. The Reformatory had such a severe cockroach problem that inmates would sleep with toilet paper stuffed in their ears to prevent anything from crawling in. Guards were so unused to handling violent inmates that they often did not interfere with any fights or step in unless absolutely necessary. The Reformatory became a maximum security prison in the 70s and would remain as such until its closing.

In the 1980's, former inmates sued the Reformatory for its inhumane conditions. The state ruled that the Reformatory was to be closed and another facility, the Mansfield Correctional Institution, was to be built to replace it. The state pulled ALL funding from the Reformatory to put into the MCI, meaning the Reformatory had absolutely no money the last ten years it was open. More than 200 people died in the Reformatory and, unless they were claimed by family, they were buried on the property, where they still remain.

Visit mrps.org to learn more. If you are ever in the Mansfield area, I can not recommend this tour enough. Those who are working to preserve and restore the Reformatory rely entirely on donations and those who pay for tours, so please check them out!

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

Why are you so triggered about Americans talking about Europeans and their virulent racism and xenophobia? Everyone knows that the US has a horrifically racist past (and present) and so a lot of Americans talk about racism and how it affects them. But now you’re mad? When poc Americans are talking about racism, as a white German woman you should really consider sitting down and being quiet. Not only because of the history of your countries atrocities but because European racism is often brushed under the rug and you guys like to act like it doesn’t exist. As a radical feminist I really enjoy and appreciate your content, but as a black woman I side eye you for telling Americans to “fix our country first” as if Europeans weren’t the architects of racism and imperialism. We know we have race problems, and so do MANY countries in Europe, but a lot of the time Europeans and British people talking about race is boiled down to y’all saying shit like “oh those silly Americans! Why are they so obsessed with race?” as if y’all don’t throw bananas at black soccer players and view Romani people like they’re animals. Forgive me if your post about Americans wasn’t about racism, but it’s very tone deaf as a white European for you to be telling poc Americans to be quiet when discussing topics of racism and xenophobia.

i think its rich as an usamerican to point to other countries for nationalism when usamerican nationalism is producing hegemony that has all of us in its grip, economically, culturally, politically. the us still have military bases in my country too. to at the same time complain about „europeans“ (nevermind theres 47 countries here with their respective governments unlike the us) apparently being blatantly nationalist unlike americans that have racism „quarantined“ (according to that post i reacted to), literally claiming the usa of all countries, the „worlds cop“, is somehow less racist and xenophobic when refugees are dying at your borders just as much as on the european ones. like the us dont have the kkk, like segregation didnt end less than 50 years ago, like the us didnt create a new level of islamophobia after 9/11, like the us isnt right wing conspiracy central, etc etc, like i know that all european countries have issues with racism and nationalism but im sick of usamericans pointing to us when yall usually have close to no real knowledge of european countries! and that post literally said that progressives in the us and canada are supposedly less racist, and that racism and nationalism are widespread all over the political spectrum in europe but contained to conversatives in the us… theres enough issues in your country! and i dont know what „europeans“ youre talking to but i have not seen this as a common talking point among leftists/progressives, that racism doesnt exist in europe. that post was claiming „european“ progressives were commonly blatantly racist, probably because of something they have seen in their online bubble. is there enough done against racism in european countries? hell no. is the european union hypocritical and only pretends to be progressive? yeah. but i dont think usamericans are in a position to point fingers. i have never said any of the things that you quote in your ask and i dont appreciate this strawman.

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 66. brb x oc

a/n: i really need to calm down and NOT SKIP WORDS BECAUSE OF WHAT IM PLANNING AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff uwu with some sprinkle of suggestive

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-

They left Virginia Monday night, the snowstorm was finally gone and the sky was clear enough to fly safely. Beatrice couldn’t help but feel very thankful for this experience, of meeting his parents and spending time with him. She looks down at his hand clasped around her on the armrest, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb while his eyes remain on the window, checking the outside.

Her smile never faltered, instead it got bigger when they arrived back in California - both of them hurriedly removing some layers of clothing because while it was cold there it wasn’t as cold as in Virginia. Bradley’s blue Bronco finally came into view and Beatrice laughed at his soft sigh of relief upon seeing it again, opening the little gate to let Jolene out of her cage when he opened the door for the pitbull.

Before she got inside herself, she was surprised when he kissed her, hugging her close to him and completely ignoring the people coming and going from the airport. She hums into his mouth, laughing against his lips before he breaks the kiss, “I missed kissing you.” he answers her unsaid question.

“We kissed before boarding the plane and before landing.” she says and Rooster just shrugs, pressing another one but this time on her cheek. Was she really complaining? Not really, not at all. They got inside the car and Rooster drove them away from the airport, Beatrice leaning her arm back so she could pet Jolene on the back seat, scratching the pitbull under her chin.

Since it was still the middle of the week, Bradley couldn’t stay with her, something that hurt her heart a little bit but she understood completely. That didn’t mean he was planning on leaving as soon as she placed her things inside the house however, “C’mere.” He grabs her by the waist and closes the door behind her so they are both outside, the blanket of darkness shielding them from any cars that might drive by her road - not to mention he was big enough to hide her easily.

Beatrice doesn’t stop him when he leans down to bring their lips together in a kiss, hugging his neck to bring him closer, chests touching and the taste of the coffee he had at the airport still clinging to his mouth. Her cheeks turn red when he deepens the kiss, she wasn’t sure why it always happened whenever he did so, with one of his hands sliding under her gray sweater and up her back, “Mm,Brad,” she tries to say against his mouth, but it only comes out as muffled words instead.

His hand goes back down to cup her buttcheek, with the other one taking its place under her top, fingertips gently caressing her skin. She tries calling him again, choosing to cup his face and break the kiss so they could finally speak, “Brad,” she says between heavy breaths, “I know I’d love to keep this going, but we both have to sleep. You especially."

She was right. He groans quietly, eyes moving from her green irises to her lips over and over “...Fuck, you are right.” he murmurs, but he does kiss her lips one last time, a quick smack that only makes her heart beat faster, “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay.” his hands drag away from her with some difficulty, like he doesn’t want to let go just yet, “Have a good day at work.”

Bradley laughs quietly, running his hands through his hair as he backs away with his eyes still on Beatrice, “I will. I love you.”

“I love you too.” was her soft reply, waiting until he was inside the Bronco to give him one final wave, smiling sweetly at him before he drove off and disappeared from her view. Beatrice allowed herself to fall back against the door, sighing dreamily with her hands cupping her warm cheeks. That was probably one of the best days of her life and she couldn’t believe it. Her stomach churned with good nerves remembering how they spent time together, how he chose to open up more about his life and how much he loved her.

She walks back inside her house with her feet light and heart beating fast, sliding down her door into a sitting position as she still tries to wrap her head around everything that happened these past months. Jolene leapt off from the couch to check on Beatrice, dropping her huge head on her lap and looking up at her with worry, “I’m so happy Jojo.” she whispers, picking the pitbull’s head up with both hands, “I am so happy. God…can you believe this? Him? I sometimes can’t believe he’s even real, I feel like I’ll just wake up and it’d be all over, you know?”

The dog just blinks up at her, clearly not answering, “It’s been so great…and we’ll move in together in a little while! And you’ll have a nice large backyard,” that brought the dog to her feet, tail wagging rapidly, “Yes! You’ll have so much space!” Jolene bounced from side to side after that information, tongue lolling out of her mouth in a pittie smile. Beatrice grins, scratching her on the back of the head one more time then pushing herself to her feet, placing her hands on her hips as she looks around her rented house.

She was excited about this new chapter opening to her, she wouldn’t be alone in it. She was excited about what the future would bring to the two of them, excited of what they could have together and she wondered– no better not wonder about that not, wait until they are living together at least.  Beatrice walks up the stairs to her bed, falling on the soft mattress with a sigh leaving her lips,  her mouth curled up in a constant smile that seemed glued on her lips, never faltering or disappearing.

“To whoever sent him my way,” she whispers to the air around her, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” 

She fell asleep with her clothes on, which wasn’t really comfortable but she was too tired to care, only noticing it when she blinked her eyes open and noticed her legs were stiff because of her jeans. With a quick look to her phone to check the time, she immediately kicked the covers out of her remembering she had pole dancing class and Shells would be there in a matter of minutes.

She didn’t know how but she managed to slide on her workout outfit and run down towards the door when she heard her friend knocking. Shells blinked in surprise when Beatrice yanked it open, fixing her jacket on her shoulder, “Sorry,” she said a bit out of breath, “I just passed out last night, didn’t even change clothes and I had to hurry and get dressed.”

Shells’ eyes narrowed comically, about to say something less than child friendly but the brunette just walked past her to the car. “I mean, then that meant you wasted your energy doing something huh?” Beatrice turns just in time to see Shells waggling her eyebrows. Memories of the strip poker and what happened afterwards hit her with full force and she had to look away before Shells noticed how red her cheeks had gotten. Her friend just chuckled, unlocking her car for Beatrice before they got inside.

They had a chat about how it was, the whole trip excluding the obvious details of their game past midnight. As Beatrice kept talking, she noticed Shells got serious, just nodding along instead of answering, “What’s wrong?” she asks, and the blonde huffs through her nose.

“I didn’t want to tell you this because you just came back…but I’m pretty sure I saw Eric.” The mention of her ex’s name made Bea freeze and stare with wide eyes, “Bob and I went out for dinner on friday and I saw that giant bug headed motherfucker waiting in his car for someone. I didn’t want to make a scene because of Bob but I just thought you’d want to know.”

But seeing Eric didn’t mean much, right? She even voiced it as so but her friend shook her head, “Listen, babes, I love you you are my best friend in the whole wide world and you know I’d never lie to you, but I think something is up. I think Eric plans something.” well considering how he tried to use one of Beatrice’s former classmates to spy on her and failed, would say as much “I think he’s scouting around trying to find you or something.”

Eric wasn’t violent, or anything besides verbally, but thinking he was trying to find her didn’t make her feel much better. 

On the drive to the dance studio, Beatrice couldn’t help but look outside the window to the passing cars, chewing the side of her thumb. She was surprised she wasn’t…scared, nervous yes, but not scared. Her worry was slowly turning into anger at the thought of Eric suddenly deciding to find her. Who the fuck did he think he was? “Thank you for telling me.” and considering Shells’ expression at Beatrice’s words, she wasn’t expecting the brunette to sound so calm either.

“...you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Bea smiles shortly, looking back outside, “I am just digesting the information.” thinking about it again, with the adrenaline and fear dissipating into fury, she could think better. Eric would never do it himself, no he’s too good to do it himself, he’d hire someone, ask someone else to do so and then he’d show up. He’d blab slimy words and hope any of them would stick, which she knew wouldn't work, and then try gifting her something in hopes he’d win her over again with no results. “I’m not worried.”

Shells arches one eyebrow towards her, “You’re not?” Bea shakes her head, “...why? I’d be a bit iffy.”

“Because Eric is irrelevant to me now, Shells.” there was one thing that Shells wasn’t even sure if Rooster saw yet. He probably saw Bea angry but she wasn’t sure if he ever saw her friend absolutely furious. She never raised her voice, in fact she kept it monotone and sharp, like a knife ready to stab you. Beatrice had never been physical with anyone but she could easily destroy people with just her words. “He can try reaching out to me however he wants, he won’t get the response he expects.” especially since he didn’t believe Beatrice had a boyfriend now.

A boyfriend that could easily snap Eric like a twig if he so wished. But no, Bea didn’t want Rooster to get physical with Eric, because Eric’s family was pretty powerful and he could do something against Bradley that would ruin his career and Beatrice would blame herself immensely for it. If it came to a point where she’d have to talk to Eric, she’d do it alone, she wouldn’t want Rooster to get stuck in the middle of her messy ex and herself. 

“Listen,I like that attitude but still.” Shells shrugs her shoulders as she parks the car, “It is a bit worrisome, isn’t it?”

“If it gets out of hand, I’ll deal with it.”

“You?You don’t plan on telling Rooster about it?”

The two of them walk past the glass doors, then up the staircase that led to the studiom, the music already playing, “I don’t want Brad to get problems because of Eric.” she says quietly, unzipping her jacket as they neared the top step, “You know his family owns I don’t know how many buildings in San Diego and LA.”

“Yeah, but didn’t his father disown him or something?” That statement made Beatrice stop one step above Shells, furrowing her eyebrows, “I went full on detective, his father took him out of the business because he wasn’t responsible enough. So…”

“Even so, I wouldn’t want to risk it.”she says, but the thought of his father taking him out of the family business…he must’ve messed up really bad for him to do that. “Besides, just because you saw him doesn’t mean he’s trying to find me.” Shells replied with a less than believable ‘hmhm’, following Beatrice inside the studio where the others were. After some quick greetings, Tiff walked in and they began their stretching, both Bea and Shells bending by the stomach and touching their toes.

“I’ve watched way too many movies about it, I think we should just beat his ass.”

“You would want that.” Bea quips, “But really…if anything happens,I’ll deal with it.”

“I think he’s just going to be dumb enough and show up when you are with Rooster.” Shells smirked, “Ooohhh, even better, during a time where we are all together.” Beatrice rolls her eyes with a soft laugh, just giving her friend an unimpressed stare, “I’m manifesting that.”

“I don’t think manifestation works like that, Shells.”

“So we can take turns beating his ass.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes one more time, smiling because she knew there was no way she could remove that idea from Shells’ mind right now. She hoped that, whatever was that Eric had planned it’d be resolved without…beating anyone up, if she just had to face Eric alone and tell him to literally ‘get the fuck out of her face’, she’d do it. She also didn’t want to bring anyone else into the mess if there was something going on which there wasn’t any proof besides Shells’ investigative skills. She did tell the blonde to let go of that now, and to not try to find Eric whenever they were out because the paranoia wouldn’t help either of them.

Shells agreed, with a bit of hesitance,  when the two of them straightened themselves to continue with the class. Thankfully, Tiff was quick enough to help the brunette forget about her stupid ex beccause today - she forgot about it - was the day they’d try on the heels. Ever since Beatrice’s ligaments healed, Tiff has been careful to let her try the platforms, saying that she should try small until she feels safe enough to use the others.

Well, that was the day, finally. Because Tiff brought a box with different sized platform shoes, heels so high and sharp you could use it as a weapon if you needed to, calling everyone’s names and handing each of them a pair. 

When he called Beatrice’s, the tall woman smiled, holding a black vinyl pump with the same heels that could double as an army knife, “There you go, I want you to try it on and slowly try to stand, if you don’t feel safe take them off.” Beatrice nods, holding the pair by the back straps and looking down at Shells who was putting on the transparent heels herself.

Her friend tapped the plastic platforms together,using the pole to push herself upwards and checking her balance, “Okay, it’s not so bad. Do you want me to help you?”

“Yeah, I’m going to sit down and then you can help me up?” Shells nods, crouching next to Bea in those heels made the other woman appear much taller than she actually was. Beatrice toed out her sneakers and socks, pushing them to the side before putting on the shoes. Oh she liked how they made her calves look so long. Her mind was no longer worrying about Eric, it was now thinking of the various possibilities of how she could use these new shoes with Rooster.

Beatrice holds Shells’ hands, flexing her legs as she pulls herself upwards, a sudden fear darting up her spine at the intrusive thought of her twisting her ankle and falling but thankfully it didn’t happen. Bea, who was just a few inches taller than Shells was, practically towered over her blonde friend with those heels on, “How’s it?” she hears Tiff ask, neon pink pumps on her feet clacking as she makes her way over.

Beatrice turns her legs this way and that, checking how the shoe looked on her feet, “It’s nice.” She walked the short distance from the pole to the mirrors and she couldn’t stop looking at her legs. Something about her legs with heels definitely made her feel more confident than normal, “I can walk just fine.”

“Wonderful!” Tiff exclaims clapping her hands twice to call everyone’s attention “Alright, positions everyone!”

-

Bradley adjusted his bag over his shoulder as he made his way out of the base,waving everyone goodbye and walking over to the Bronco. He however stops when he sees a figure outside, with her arms crossed, smiling at him, “Bea?” he immediately smiles, “Baby, what are you doing here?”

“Shells gave me a ride and I decided to surprise you.” she says, rolling her lower lip in her mouth and admiring Bradley in his usual getup of Hawaiian shirt and jeans. It didn’t matter what he wore, he looked good no matter what and it was absolutely a sin to look that good, “Are you surprised?”

“Hell yeah,” he coos, dropping his eyes down her body, admiring her choice of clothing - a red sweater and skinny jeans that showed the curves in her body beautifully - “I’m really surprised.” he leans down to kiss her lips, cupping her chin tilt her head upwards, “Mm, you are using cherry chapstick? Evil woman.” She laughs against his mouth, then pulls back to hold his hand as they make their way to the Bronco. 

“You know, I might need to get you more pants like those.” she says when he walks a bit forward in front of her, dropping her eyes to the perfect outline of his ass under the tight pants. He just laughs, sending her a look over the shoulder through his sunglasses, unlocking the car to let her inside. 

“So you can look at me like I am the last piece of candy in a store?” he asks when he gets on the driver’s seat, dropping his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, smiling with his mouth getting closer, “And you want to take a bite out of me?” he was honestly so happy to see Beatrice waiting for him, what a great surprise really, even if they spent the whole weekend together it wasn’t like he didn’t miss her.

Which he did and everyone made fun of him about it but he wasn’t going to lie. That girl got him in her hands and he refused to leave.

“I might.” she giggles, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that the pilot tried to deepen, “Remember, we are still right in front of the base.” Bradley whines, breaking the kiss with a wet smack, licking his lips to taste more of her cherry chapstick before he adjusted himself on the seat. Rooster turned the bronco on, dropping his hand on Beatrice’s thigh as he drove them away, honestly already making his way over her house without even asking.

Beatrice walked out of the car first, making her boyfriend squint his eyes at how she was acting, that little smile that always drove him insane on those full lips. She unlocks her front door, but waits for him to walk out, biting her lower lip again when he steps out, leaning his arm on the open car door and offering her a confused smirk, “I honestly don’t know what’s happening, but I have a feeling I’ll like it.”

She laughs melodically, opening the door so Jolene rushes out to greet both, slamming her body on the Bronco’s tire in her hurry to meet Rooster outside. The pilot scratched her head with both hands, then picked her up like a baby before they walked back inside, with the brunette gently pushing the door closed, “Okay,” he lowers Jolene to the ground when the pittie started to wriggle in his arms like a giant furry worm  “What is that you are planning? Not that I’m upset about it.”

Beatrice smiles from the kitchen, then she crosses her arms “I just missed you.” God, someone stabbed him in the heart because he didn’t deserve her. Bradley tsks, pulling his sunglasses off to hook them on the collar of his shirt. Rubbing his jawline while following her into the kitchen, he waits a few seconds to step closer and hug her from behind.

“Hmmm,I missed you too.” he mutters with his mouth and nose buried in her hair, the lavender scent getting stronger since she probably washed earlier that day, “Is that the only reason?”

Beatrice looks at him over her shoulder, then she turns around in his arms to hug his neck, “I… called Marcus.” Marcus? Who’s Marcus– oh, the photographer. “And well,I wanted to know what he meant.”

Honestly she felt so confident about the heels that morning she just called the photographer’s number while out with Shells for boba.

-

Beatrice chews the side of her lip, tapping the card on the table outside the boba shop, Shells sipping hers while watching Beatrice with a curious glance, “Is he picking up?” the brunette shakes her head, “Give it a little time.”

Maybe her confidence wasn’t really reliable when it came to that, because it was slipping out of her body like it was sand. She was about to end the call when she hears the phone being picked up, “Marcus Beverly speaking, who is it?”

“Oh um,” she looks at Shells, who gives her a thumbs up for support, “I-I don’t know if you remember me, I um– you were at my friend Evelyn’s apartment, a few weeks ago? Well around December…and you um….offered me a modeling gig.” 

“Evelyn’s apartme- oh! My darling muse!” Beatrice cheeks heat up immediately, “Well I am so happy to hear from you, darling! How can I help you? Are you interested in my offer?”

“I…well yes,” she pulls out one of the napkins to rip the corners one handed. “I just, what exactly will I be doing?”

She hears him walking away from an area into another that echoed his footsteps, the sound of sewing machines and clicking of cameras in the background, “Well, you’ll be part of our spring/summer collection, darling. Flowers, nature, reds and greens to bring you the joy of warmer weather.”

“So…bikinis and such?”

“Absolutely, darling. Show the world the beauty you were born in.”

Beatrice heard the voice of doubt repeating words inside her brain, telling her it wasn’t going to work, no one would want to see her body like that…only going silent when another voice, louder than the doubt, countered that someone already liked seeing her body like that. “...I…see…and um, when exactly should I uh…go there?”

“Well, the photoshoot begins February second, so we can work everything to launch the collection by the end of the month.”

“Oh…well…”

“You can visit my studio to see the clothes for yourself, darling. So you won’t be so nervous.”

She will and she’d go with Evelyn if she was able to, “O-Okay, um when can I go?”

“Anytime this week, darling. I’ll let Whitney know you are coming and she’ll let you in. Oh I must go, see you soon!”

“B–Bye.” Beatrice stutters, ending the call and dropping her phone screen first on the table, giving Shells a wide eyed stare, “...I-I think I got the gig.”

-

“And I just wanted to let you know, that’s all.” he was taking in the information with his eyes unreadable and his mouth closed, he was showing no negative reaction, or positive for that matter…was he upset? Maybe she should’ve talked to him before? But Bradley brought her closer to his chest, kissing her temple.

“Can I go with you?”

Oh.

“Oh um…I…I don’t know? I think I’ll have to talk to him but,” she looks up at him with her eyebrows furrowed, “Would you really want to?”

Bradley shrugs, “Honestly, I’d prefer to go instead of you going alone to meet a random guy you met weeks ago.” oh, God he was so sweet. She’s going to lose her mind.

“I was going to ask Ev to go but…well, I don’t mind if you came along.” she smiles, her cheeks reddening as she leaned up to kiss his lips, smiling against his mouth.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Prompt List updated March 27th

I am starting with 70 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.

Fandoms I write for:

Top Gun Maverick: All

Elvis: Elvis

One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Adam Ruzek

Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller

Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer

Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,

Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz

Band of Brothers: Wild Bill, Babe, Malarkey, Nixon, Winters, Joe Toye

Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan

Harry Potter: All

WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy

Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas

The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Aragon.

Black Sails: Billy Bones, James Flint, Eleanor, Charles Vane, Anne Bonney, John Silver

Law and Order SVU: All

Hawaii Five-0: All

SWAT: All

Yellowstone: Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Jamie Dutton.

Crash- Kenny

Southland- John Cooper, Ben Sherman

Gotham- Jim Gordon

White Collar- Matthew Keller

The Mighty Ducks- All

The Outsiders- All

Masters of the Air- all

Newsies- Jack Kelly, Davey, Spot Colin, Mush, Kid Blink

*****

01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”  

02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t  you see that? I am not strong enough.” 

03. “Marry me’ 

04. “I’m not jealous.” 

05.  “Kiss my ass.” 

06.  “Were you ever gonna tell me?” 

07. “Excuse you?”

08.  “This is all your fault.” 

09. “It’s not fair.” 

10. “Game Over, you lose.” 

11.  “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.” 

12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.” 

13. “It should have never come to this.” 

14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” 

15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.” 

16.  “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?” 

17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?” 

18.  “I am tired of being your secret.” 

19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.” 

20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.” 

22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.” 

23.  “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.” 

24. “You are my regret.” 

25. “You have to make a choice.” 

26. “Put the knife down.” 

27. “Jokes on them.” 

28. “The way you flirt is shameless.” 

29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.” 

30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.” 

31.  “Have you lost your damn mind?” 

32.  “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”

33. “Hold me back.” 

34.  “You aren’t a bad guy.” 

35. “You know we are meant to be.” 

36. “Mine.”

37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”

38.  “I get it alright! I fucked up!” 

39. “She’s dead! I killed her!” 

40. “You smell nice.”

41.  “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.” 

42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.” 

43. “You owe me.”

44. “Be careful.” “I always am.” 

45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.” 

46. “I am not some toy  you can play with.” 

47. “Just play long. Please.’

48.  “I did something terrible.’ 

49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’ 

50. “I got your back.” 

51. "I told you not to get too close to me."

52. "How long?' "Since the beginning."

53. "Touch her and you're dead."

54. "Baby, we are the law."

55. "Baby, don't make me spell it out. You know I want you."

56. "I will always choose you."

57. "What happened? I told you to stay by my side!"

58. "Don't you dare!"

59. "Well what can I say? I am a badass."

60. "Excuse me, I have to go and make a scene."

61. "Before this happens, I need you to know that I have always loved you." 1

62. "No panties, baby girl?" 1

63. "Well you are coming home with me whether you like it or not."

64. "That looks hard. Let's switch."

65. "Saddle up doll."

66. "Like what you see?"

67. "Don't pretend to be innocent."

68. "You're mine. And I don't share."

69. "Welcome back, now fucking help me."

70. "Don't be an asshole, asshole."

[jouliejihan]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑰𝑹! - hueningkai × fem reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: When Y/N and her eccentric friends decide to host the 'Love On Air' podcast, they think they can heal the heartaches of all HYBE Uni students.  But when love begins to bubble up behind the scenes, Y/N finds herself at the center of a messed up love triangle. While she tries to save broken hearts, a shy student, Hueningkai, does everything to win her heart. With clumsy dating advice, accidental encounters and a chaotic podcast, will love triumph or end up in a hilarious mess?

"Tune in with us guys, cause Love is On Air!"

TAGLIST (open, send ask or comment to be added) @full-sunnies @unh0ly-dr3am3r @enhacolor @mackjestic @beabeanice @beoms-sugar

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4 - heart on track

From: rectory@hybeuni.com

To: kimyn@hybeuni.com

Subject: ANS: Dorm Room Request

Dear Kim Y/N,

We hereby inform you that a vacancy has opened in one of the rooms in our dorms. It is on the 2nd floor, room 47. The key is in our storage room, please pick it up to speed up your move. If in doubt, look in my office.

Yours sincerely,

Park Jiwon, Dean of HYBE University of Media, Technology and Arts

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

Y/N was immersed in her Excel spreadsheets, trying to find inspiration for the next episode of Love On Air. Sitting in her bedroom in Jay's apartment, she alternated between analyzing data and constantly playing soft Seventeen songs, trying to find that much-needed creative boost. She tried to resume the last song from the beginning before it ended, in an attempt to let her ideas flow, however, the ideas seemed to escape her hands, she typed a line in her spreadsheet, but it erased it, she tried to stipulate a time for each segment, but some she thought took too much time, others that it was insufficient, leaving her frustrated in this way. Y/N sighed and decided to take a break. At that moment, Jay knocked on the door.

"Noona, can I come in?"

Y/N paused the music, removed the headphones and allowed Jay to enter. The two sat together, discussing the progress of each segment of the podcast. Jay offered his support and contributed his own ideas, bringing a fresh perspective to the project. She opened Excel and showed him her work. At the top of the spreadsheet was a merged cell with the title: "Love On Air Schedule." Below it was another one filled in with the week of the broadcast and its time, 10 P.M. And in the final line, filtered columns with each day and its respective time, all painted with the pink palette corresponding to the page on Twitter, however, the only ones that were filled in corresponded to the moments of the first transmission, when she told her experience during her 2 th week at HYBE Uni, Beomgyu's gossip and closing at 10, 10:15 and 11:15 PM respectively. Other than that, all the others were empty, so Jay knew exactly what was going on.

"Couldn't think of anything?"

"No." she sighed "We didn't get any messages in our DM so it's harder to think of everything."

"I think we can start by changing the start time, why did you choose 10 PM?"

"Because that's when I'm most productive."

"It's an idea, but nobody listens to a podcast at that time. It explains why your listenership is so low."

"So what do you suggest?"

"Usually peak listening times are between 6 AM, 5 PM and 12 PM, but since our classes are in the morning, the best time for us would be between 12 PM."

"That's when we have our lunch break and when our afternoon colleagues arrive! Jay, you're a genius!"

His face reddened with his friend's praise, but he thanked her, so they changed the time of transmission in the spreadsheet, leaving now, the subjects for each time, but in this topic, she still had difficulties, fortunately, Jay was there to clear your doubts.

"First of all, a brief introduction to the podcast shouldn't be missing, with you or more anchors. 10 minutes for that alone is enough."

"And then?"

"How about song requests? It's great for our listeners to get in the mood."

"I love this idea! But how many will we take per day?"

"It depends on how many stories and advice they send us, but since this is the first week, we're going for 20 minutes for song requests."

So he continued to contribute his own ideas, bringing a fresh perspective to the project.

However, hunger began to tighten, and fatigue began to set in. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion. Jay noticed and suggested they take a break to eat and get some rest.

"Noona, I think we need some time to recharge. Let's get some snacks and then you can take a nap right here before moving into the dorms."

She nodded, feeling grateful for his suggestion. He took out his cell phone and opened his delivery app.

"Want something to eat, noona? It's on me."

"No Jay, I can't take it!"

"But I insist! You deserve it!"

"Alright!" she grinned "Then I'll go for some tuna kimbap with cola, you?"

"Don't worry, there's plenty of ramen here, but I'll take your order first, okay?"

Half an hour later, the two were sitting on the living room floor, enjoying their snacks, to break the ice, Jay introduced a new subject, praising his friend's dedication.

"Did you make that spreadsheet?"

"I did." she smiled as she took a sip of her cola. "I have this habit of organizing every detail of the day into lists or spreadsheets, so I can feel productive and have more pleasure in following the routine."

"Not all people have that kind of mindset, you know? That's one of the things that makes her so special."

"Thanks, Jay."

When the two finished eating, they threw the disposable packaging in the trash and she went straight to her room, wearing his blue Snoopy pajamas with plaid pants of the same tone and laying down on his bed. After getting into bed, Jay remained beside her, knowing her habit of falling asleep listening to her Seventeen playlist. Carefully, he placed the headphones in his ears, turned the volume down a bit, and picked up the music where it had left off.

Peaceful melodies filled the room, enveloping her in a serene atmosphere. Jay put the dolphin plushie he got from Jake in her arms, knowing it would be comforting for her.

Before leaving, Jay leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, wishing her a good night's sleep.

"Sweet dreams noona, I'll miss having you here."

With a gentle smile, he left the room, leaving her to rest in peace. Seventeen's songs continued to play softly, enveloping her in a peaceful atmosphere as she drifted off to sleep, feeling protected and supported by Jay's comforting presence.

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

Y/N was excited to finally settle into her new room in HYBE's dorm. However, her excitement turned to frustration as soon as she set foot in the room and was faced with a chaotic mess. Wet towels on the bed, dirty tiger-print clothes strewn across the floor, and misplaced gym gear.

She couldn't believe the decayed state of the room and, without hesitation, started to clean up the mess. She was determined to make the environment pleasant and orderly. However, her mission was cut short by a surprising encounter.

As she was folding one of the T-shirts, the bedroom door slammed open, revealing a visibly irritated young man. It was none other than Kwon Soonyoung, her new roommate.

"Ya, what are you doing?!"

"Cleaning up this mess! Who can stand living in a pigpen?!"

"But no one gave you permission to go through my stuff, girl, get the fuck out!"

"Fuck no! I'm your roommate so you must live by my rules!"

"I can't believe I'm forced to live with a controlling freak who doesn't understand the concept of personal space! It's unacceptable!"

"And I can't believe I have to live with a pig that feels good living in its own filth! It's unbearable!"

The discussion intensified, with Y/N ​​and Soonyoung exchanging heated words. The tension and stress of the situation built up in loud screams that drew the attention of the entire hallway, an entire crowd formed at the bedroom door, causing her to finally get tired.

"You know what? I don't need this shit! I'm done trying to be polite and living with someone who devalues ​​shared space. Bye!"

She pushed through all those people and slammed the door hard, the sound echoing throughout the hall. She felt a mixture of relief and frustration as she left the room, leaving Soonyoung behind.

In the heat of the moment, she didn't know where she was going to go, but she was determined to find a solution to this untenable situation. She knew she needed a more harmonious living environment to fully enjoy her college life at HYBE.

Still furious from her argument with Soonyoung, she was determined to find a place where she could calm down. As she walked down the hall, her mind was still seething with frustration, causing her not to pay much attention to her surroundings.

Unintentionally, she bumped into someone coming from the opposite direction.

"ARGH, C'MON YOUR RASCAL! Oh…" Y/N's face flushed and her voice trembled.

Joshua, who had just been hit by the sudden scream, was momentarily startled and confused. He looked at her and then his surprised expression gave way to a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness.

"Oh… Hi. Y/N, right?"

"Yeah. How do you know your name?"

"From Love On Air. I saw some tweets in my timeline and then…"

"Oh my god! I hope you don't think I'm a pathological liar!"

"Why would I think that when I barely know you?" he snorted

"I'm sorry! I'm such an idiot!"

He shook his head, a shy smile creeping across his face.

"It's okay. It happens."

The two were silent for a moment, feeling the tension of the situation and the presence of the past that enveloped them. Joshua looked more embarrassed, remembering the rumors spread by Beomgyu and broadcast in her podcast's 1st episode.

Noticing the uncomfortable atmosphere, she tried to diffuse the tension with a forced smile.

"Well, I guess... let's try to forget about this disastrous encounter, shall we? After all, we have a university life ahead of us."

"Yeah, definitely. Let's move on and leave the past in the past. Good luck!"

She nodded and the two went their separate ways, each carrying with them the memory of that brief but embarrassing encounter. But when realization hit her, she realized the mess she'd made.

"Shit! I forgot to ask his name!"

A/N: Bold of you to assume that I WOULDN'T bring our gentle sexy to the team...

... when Lee Youngji spilled the tea right before I wrote the 1st chapter!

A/N ²: You had ONE JOB, Kim Y/N 🤦🏽‍♀️