#so let me talk about Kostas

[percervall]

I'll be your hideaway

Pairing: Kostas Tsimikas x fem!reader Words: 2324 Warnings: Mentions of teammates leaving and the dreadful 22/23 season, talk of insecurities and worries, smut, porn w/feelings, public sex, outdoor sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming, Google translated Greek

In which Kostas takes you on holiday to get away from the abysmal 22/23 season

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It always takes him a few days to shake off the last dregs of a harrowing season. You don’t mind, the country he has whisked you away to is beautiful and after a gruelling six months at work, you are more than happy to let your boyfriend sort through his thoughts and emotions while you finally catch up on some reading. He spends most mornings in the gym on the resort and has met up with a few of the other Liverpool boys who are staying at the same place for some tennis. And while you’re meant to be on holiday together, you are so grateful for his friends to help him work through the tangles of grief and frustration, because slowly but surely you see the Kostas you fell in love with reemerge; you can tell by the change in his body language and the reappearance of that glimmer in his eye that your Kos, your sunshine boy, is slowly coming back to you. 

Kicking off your shoes, you walk outside as Kostas heads into the lounge to phone his family. The sun has already started setting and for a moment you feel like you’re the only person on the planet as you stare out over the Indian ocean. The water calmly laps against the pillars holding up the villa. You had planned to finish your book while Kostas was on the phone, but you can’t tear your eyes away from the way the sky is now tinged with different shades of pinks and purples. A stillness washes over you as you make yourself comfortable on the large daybed on the deck and watch the sunset. Right now, in this moment, life feels so good that it almost makes you choke up. Pulling your knees up, you rest your chin on them and take a deep breath, exhaling the last bits of stress about your shared future. 

This is how Kostas finds you when he joins you after his phone call. The feeling of his lips against the nape of your neck breaks you from the trance the view had put you under.

“You were miles away, agápi mou,” he murmurs against your hair as he settles behind you. You can’t help but smile at the term of endearment and lean back against him. 

“Was just thinking..” you say, lacing your fingers with his as they rest on your stomach. Kostas lifts your entwined hands and kisses the back of yours.

“About what?” 

You’re quiet for a moment, trying to sort through all the emotions filling your chest.

“About us. The future. How lucky we are to witness this,” you murmur, turning your face to look at him, “About how much I love you, how happy it makes me to see you smile again.” 

Kostas’ eyes search your face and for the faintest of moments you see a flicker of sadness in those stunning brown eyes that always tell you exactly how he’s feeling even if he might not have the words to tell you himself. Before Kostas can apologise, you kiss him.

“No need, my love. For better or worse, you have me –all of me.” 

“I know, but still… I shouldn’t take your support or your love for granted. I’ve been so in my head lately that I never stopped to think about how you must feel,” Kostas says, smiling wistfully as he brushes back a strand of your hair. You lean into his touch, kissing his wrist as he rests his hand against your cheek.

“I feel that this season has been brutal. I feel that you have every right to be upset about your teammates leaving. I feel that you will come to me when you’re ready to talk things through. I feel worried for you and your future, this limbo of uncertainty that always comes up at the end of a season is-... It’s hard seeing someone you love so much doubt their worth to a team and a city that loves them so unconditionally in return.” 

The words just tumble out, but perhaps it’s this honesty –this open dialogue– that the both of you need. Kostas is quiet for a moment as he mulls over what you said. He pulls you back against his chest as he lays down on the daybed, absentmindedly rubbing circles over your shoulder as he stares out over the ocean. 

“I know that I am loved by the city, and sometimes it worries me whether it’ll be enough… I knew when I signed I would never be first choice. And I just wonder if I will know, y’know? Like James, Bobby; will I know it’s time to move on or will my love for the city cloud that?” Kostas breaks the silence. You move to sit up slightly so you can look at him properly.

“I know you, my love, you will know. And I will be there every step of the way to help you make that call when the time comes.” Kostas smiles up at you, and you see flashes of the younger man you fell in love with appear in the way his eyes twinkle with adoration and an almost renewed zest for life. He pulls you on top of him, kissing you deeply.

“What did I ever do in all my past lives to deserve you?” he murmurs, more to himself really, but you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach and a lump in your throat.

“I wonder the same thing,” you reply and kiss him again while tears threaten to spill. You can’t even put into words really how incandescently happy he makes you, how full your heart is with love for him. 

“S'agapó,” he whispers as he rolls you onto your back. Your hands slide up his arms, to his broad shoulders. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him once more. Kostas hums into the kiss, you can feel him smile against your lips before his tongue seeks entrance. More than happy to oblige, you part your lips to allow him to explore your mouth, tasting the cocktails he’s had with dinner on his tongue. Kostas’ hand wanders up the flowy skirt of your dress, caressing the outside of your thigh. The kiss changes from slow and loving to urgent. A heat climbs up your spine as you feel him harden against your hip. 

“Wanna show you just how much, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Kostas sits back on his haunches and pulls at the bow at your waist. The fabric gives way easily to his eager hands and hungry eyes, leaving you in a mismatched set of cotton panties and a bralette. Had you been anywhere else, you would have been worried about people seeing you like this, but the deck of the villa is shielded from any prying eyes. It feels liberating, in a sense. 

You’re quick to pull the bralette over your head, dropping it next to you on the floor. Kostas slowly pulls your panties down, taking his time to kiss the skin of your hips and thighs, his lips following the path of his hands until you’re completely naked. He looks up at you from where he’s lying between your thighs, his gaze half rapture, half reverence, and it leaves you feeling so unbelievably adored, it has you choking up. Kostas presses a tender kiss to where you’re aching for him with need, his hands holding your thighs open for him. His tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before he flicks it over your clit, drawing a low moan from you. Kostas looks up at you, eyes dark and the look of equal parts love and lust in them leaves you breathless. He draws slow circles around your clit, enough to build you up but not enough to send you flying –not yet at least. 

“Kostas…” you sigh, back arching as you shamelessly grind against his face. He hums against your cunt, sucking that bundle of nerves into his mouth. The sensation has your body vibrating with want. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parted, as you melt into his touch. The last coherent thoughts seem to evaporate as you give in to the feeling of Kostas’ mouth on you. An ocean breeze caresses your skin, causing your nipples to harden. Quiet moans and sighs leave your open mouth as your fingers try desperately to hold onto something while Kostas plays you like a goddamn fiddle. He reaches a hand up, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Yes… Kos…” you all but whisper. A slow heat is dancing its way up your body, starting in the pit of your stomach and you feel like you might combust –with need, with love, with emotion; it’s all a mess, a delicious mess, swirling around in your body as Kostas flicks just the tip of his tongue over that already swollen bud in such a way that it has you crying out as your orgasm wrecks through you, leaving your body trembling with the aftershocks. 

Kostas takes his time, kissing his way up your body, as you come down from your high. Your body has melted into the cushions of the daybed, eyes half-lidded, and you swallow hard. Kostas smiles this boyish grin that sends your heart into a frenzy as you take in your slick smeared across his lips and chin. He pulls off his shirt before leaning down to kiss you. Tasting yourself on his tongue makes you moan, your fingers idly tracing the tattoo on the nape of his neck. Kostas rolls the both of you onto your side and makes quick work of his shorts and underwear. He slides a hand, palm up, between your legs and wraps it around the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up as he does so. Kostas grins back at you, wrapping your leg around his hip. You can feel his cock twitch where it is trapped between your bodies and it has you clenching around nothing. The breeze hits your skin and you can feel just how wet you are for him; it has you rolling your hips against him in anticipation and desperation. Kostas brushes his lips against yours, kissing you so tenderly as he guides his cock to where you need him most. He enters you so slowly, so agonisingly slow. The stretch has you panting, eyes closed as you almost lose yourself in the feeling of him. 

“So good.. Always so good..” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours as he stills his movements. The weight of him inside of you is a familiar one, offering a closeness you’ve craved. During the season the two of you had to make do with stolen moments, but right now Kostas takes all the time in the world. 

His hand follows the planes of your body, reacquainting himself with every curve and birthmark across your skin. You can’t help but gently rock your hips against him, needing something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Kostas groans, fingers digging into your hip. 

“Need you.. Need you to move.. Kos..” you whisper. You feel him smile against your skin as he lavishes your neck with kisses. He slowly begins to move, setting a languid pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. 

“Fuck…” he moans when when you squeeze around him. 

“More…” you all but whimper. Kostas holds you against his body as he rolls you onto your back, hiking up the leg already around his hip. The change in position allows him to enter you even deeper, and your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. You wrap your arms around him, gasping and moaning as Kostas fucks into you with a tenderness that has you tearing up. He supports his weight with one hand, resting the other against your cheek.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You lick your lips, opening your eyes and trying to focus on his face but the pleasure you feel coiling low in your stomach makes it harder to do so. You let out a noise that’s part whimper, part moan as that coil keeps tightening.

“Kos-..”

“I know sweetheart, fuck.. Me too. I need you to cum for me,” he murmurs. You gasp at his request; it has you shuddering underneath him, coming undone in the most glorious of ways. Throwing your head back, your spine arches and your lips part with a silent scream as your orgasm hits you with such force, it knocks the air from your lungs. Kostas’ thrusts begin to falter and he stills inside of you, burying his face in your shoulder as he follows you over the edge. 

Every muscle in your body has turned to jelly and you sigh contently. Kostas chuckles and gently rolls the two of you back onto your side. You can feel him soften inside of you but neither of you want to leave this bubble just yet. Kostas brushes your hair back, kissing your forehead, your cheekbones, the tip of your nose, before settling on your lips. 

“I love you so much, Kos,” you mumble, snuggling into him and tucking your head against his chest.

“I love you more,” he whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You know you should probably get up, but you’re so sleepy and your Kostas is so warm. He keeps murmuring sweet nothings against your hair and you let yourself be lulled to sleep by it. In an hour or so, when you wake up, he will carry you inside and get you all cleaned up before cuddling you all night. And in the morning he will remind you just how much he loves and cherishes you. Whatever the future may hold, of this you are certain: you will face it together.

This was meant to be a flirty, sexy fic about Kostas reacquainting himself with his girl while on holiday, but apparently my brain decided to go down the heartbreak route. Why do I do this to myself?

A big thank you to @kostasstsimikass & @emilielfc for always feeding the fic brain rot and listening to me talk things through on discord, and @footballffbarbiex for being my beta reader. This fic wouldn't have seen the light of day without you three. @moneyymaseyy hope it lives up to the hype!

Please let me know what you think! Your comments mean the world to me

[tinysweetnight]

Thinking about it. Might as well do a world-building updates once in a while, just talking.

So what’s TinySweetNight up too? Let me tell you about it in small bullet lists containing updates about each world I have (if can be applied).

Vivarium

Newest world-building project to date. I seriously haven’t actually created a world I plan to stick with since STC and Pantheon like.. 4 years ago? I think Pantheon might be older but that is debatable if you go by which has the oldest character.

This world is like a perfect balance of interests for me personally, it’s an alchemist steampunk world that has almost like a Jim Henson crossed with treasure planet vibe. Homunculi, stained glass windows, bright open skies, and a bit of evil science.

First time I am experimenting with standard fantasy races like Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, etc.

I’ll have to dedicate a post solely for this because it’ll take me a while to explain the magic system here.

Pantheon

Everyone gets animal hands!!! And also an animal form unless your Calypso. I think this ties things better than having very strange specific rules about everything, this is supposed to be fairytale-like. Plus I should make the gods stronger.

Maybe removing Kostas and Aegeus. I love those suckers but, again, they make things too overly complicated and their influence has only been in backstory stuff, never in the main story- besides from a small one-off story with Mars, heir to Alynth. But I think I can remove them if I just say magic is just a bitch like that, monsters are might be Locke’s fault since he’s the god of magic. (But oh, Aegeus banter headcanons are so so funny) I would also have to figure out a different skill set for Charis if I do remove them.

Hydra finally got a title, aka what they were supposed to be the god of. Judgement!

Maverick is still not a catboy and never will be a catboy.

STC

Honestly, still pretty burnt out from this. Everything doesn’t seem.. good. Too edgy. Maybe I’m growing out of aahhhh blood, gore, fun spooks, etc. That usually doesn’t bother me as I’m a fan of campy slashers, but all the time it feels like the characters aren’t acting right. I can’t get them right when I think about them or plan anything with them, especially pertaining to Zstlo. There’s too much I want him to be but it’s all conflicting.

Maybe there is too much stuff going on in the STC, but that’s the point since it’s my sandbox do what I want, I’m not limiting myself to rules world. I have been thinking of boxing storylines into named stories so I can better manage everything.

But there is also the side that everyone else.. seems to like it way more than me. Maybe because I interact with people way more about it, and I found that people seem to like it way more than Pantheon because you get these crazy cool ideas, the setting itself is awesome, and the characters I come up with are cool in concept. But idk. I wish Pantheon or I hope Vivarium gets the same attention. Maybe it’s because Pantheon is more of a story than a setting other people can mess around in. Idk how Vivarium will turn out.

Outlander that is physically apart of the STC and rips open reality.

WhatsMyFace? Added.

Shepard got edgier but same problem as Zstlo.

[yanderefairyangel]

Engage, 3 Houses and the "aesthetic of deep"

Alright, so this post will be comparing the uncomparable in order to make a point about how this fandom can easily be fooled by appearances and first impressions

So recently on TwittX I made a post asking

for context I made this after someone told me about the story establishing that Sombron raised Zephia....(no comment) and I got some interesting answers

Basically saying that the reason why people managed to misunderstand some plot point if not the entire story it was because "Engage had a "too simple" aesthetic opposed to 3H's "too complex" aesthetic".

For example, I received one answer saying this

I'll spare you the big details of this conversation but I choose this quote cause it was what stuck me the most. Alright, let's sum up what happened in the begining of 3H and Engage ok ?

3H : dream of Rhea/Seiros killing Nemesis, you chose you Avatar after talking with Sothie, you meet the Lords who need to defeat a bandit named Kostas, you get nearly killed, Sothie save you and give you the power to rewind time, you do it, you save the kids, they immediately tell you they want to hire you, you go to Garrech March and get hired as a teacher and got to choose one class. By 3 chapters, all you do is essentially mission and at some points, Jeratl dies, you fused with Sothie to escape a trap set by Solon and the war begins in chapter 11-12 where Eddie declares war.

Engage : you make a dream that will be explained by a time loop in chapter 24 where you fight the final boss and that you save the world. You wake up surrounded by Stewards telling you you are a dragon revered as a deity, you encounter monster, you try to run away but have to save the twins who risked their life to help you escape, Marth lend you a hand, you beat them and as more appears, your mother arrives to help you. She takes you to the castle where she explains to you that the Dragon that tried to destroy the world might have awoken and that you have to prepare yourself. You train. You go sleep and boom, people attack by surprise and steal the rings, killed your mother and you end up with the fate of the whole world relying on your shoulder when you are amnesiac, woke up from coma and just lost your mother that you didn't even had the time to properly mourn. By the time of chapter 10, the stakes were already established : Alear as the fate of an entire world on their shoulder, they are aware of it, they lost their mother, are amnesiac, weak and dependant. Byleth on the other hand has a new job and have to choose a class. Which one has bigger stakes ? Well according to the one who made the comment, it's 3H

"saving the world is pretty boring to me now".

Somehow, fans will find the premise of saving the world boring compared to choosing your class.

And reading more of the OP's answer made it clear why he thinks like that. It's all because of the aesthetic.

3H has the aesthetic of deep. Engage has the aesthetic of something that is just "silly" or simple.

This means that 3H, no matter what it does will be seen as having a deep story because it has the looks of it. And that Engage, no matter what it does, will be seen as no more then what it present on first glance because it doesn't have the "aesthetic of deep".

3H looks more mature from a art direction point of view, it has darker colors and strives to be an adult war chronicle

Engage has a more colorful artstyle that is perceived as childish because "anime" and strives to be a tradtional hero saves the world journey.

One sounds more complex with the several route, the other too simple. So, as a result, the fans never tries to go look beyond that.

They won't question 3H's depth or Engage's simplicity. And it is a problem.

The two are not comparable because of those precisely very different aesthetic but 3H's story makes it even more of an outlier as every story as always been like Engage's about a hero's journey. The devs said as much in the Engage interview. The only difference is that Engage never tries to wear the political make up that some game could use : FE 1/11/3/12 ? Marth's adventures. FE2/15 : Alm and Celica (mostly Alm's) adventures. FE 4 ? In reality, it's about Sigurd and then Seliph's struggling to save the world. FE5 ? Leif's journey. FE 6 ? Roy's. FE7 ? Eliwood's and his friends. FE 8 ? The Renais twins's. The Tellius game ? About Ike and then Micaiah's journey. Awakening ? About Chrom, Lucina and Robin's journey. Fates ? Corrin's journey.

3H is the only game that actually tries to deal with the war in a way that is not a make up, but even that is not true when Edelgard and Dimitri's route are about their journey in growing as a person.

Engage is following the pattern here. Thus 3H, no matter how light the stakes are (choosing a class) will always seems deeper and higher then the one set by Engage, because saving the world has become such a common scenario people don't even question the gravity of it anymore. This aesthetic of simplicity that Engage is considered to have make it impossible for them to actually pause and try to consider what it feels to be in Alear's shoes : to be amnesiac, having woke from coma, knowing nothing from the world, being scared by everything, being unable to manage the fights without exterior aid and having lost your mother. And it's not even thinking about the implications of this scene once you know about the whole story, that makes this begining a lot more darker.

If you put your shoes in Byleth's... you don't even know what consequences you choice will have because you just choose your class based on which one appealed to you the most. That"s all. The divorce between the player and the self insert couldn't be higher cause no matter how much foreshadowing 3H has when it comes to this decision.... nothing changes the fact that Byleth will never knew nor expect the consequences of their action, which makes the stakes rather flat in contrast to Engage's where you are facing someone who is mourning and has to safe the world, a 17 year old who just woke up and will have to mature up quickly to become a hero. Really, which stakes are higher when you look deeper into it ?

And that's not getting into how replaying changes the perception of most of Engage's first moment. Chapter 2 was at first a very light hearted chapter, but when you realize it was written to parallel with chapter 25, what it represent to Lumera and Alear, the evolution... all of this elevate a fun chapter 2 into a tragic bounding between mother and child making the light hearted of this moment shines even brighter, cause you know that you will lose Lumera, that Alear will lose their mother even though they don't know yet that it was their very first time in being family with Lumera and the tragedy repeats each time you replay.

In 3H, this doesn't exist. Take for example the one moment that happens at least thrice ; the battle between the three lords. It happens in the first chapter of White Clouds, the chapter 7 and... in one of the chapter of AM. So basically, you have all those infor about the Battle of the Lion and the Eagle and for some reason this chapter doesn't exist in CF and SS ? And unlike in Engage where the response to Lumera's death from Alear was very different and meant to showcase their developpement... the reaction from your students remains the same in chapter 1 and 7. So... no progression. Byleth will smile but ... that's it. Just that. And I know, they don't emote often but ... that's just it. This doesn't help when this reaction doesn't really matter in route that don't have the chapter supposed to parallel with that one. And also, you are supposed to have a feast after the battle where all the students bond together... you see nothing of it. You just spend time with your students, whom are perfectly safe on the route cause none of them will die....let's say, this doesn't make this moment as striking as Engage's chapter 2 cause in chapter 2 you don't just see, you PARTICIPATE at what is supposed to be Lumera and Alear's first and last moment as family. So which balancing between dark and light is stronger ?

3H's deep aesthetic will lead people to not question some of the game's event to judge it as what it is and that's why most people are more forgivng of it's flaws such as style over substance, something that seems deep turning out to be rather shallow etc.

Engage doesn't have this aesthetic so it leads people to not try to look past its simple, to insist on it flaws and exagerate them and to not try to understand the depth hidden behing small things.

To put it simple people think 3H is deeper because it does big and Engage is bare bones cause it has the look of it bcause it does smaller.

And this mindest is actually misguided cause it's not quantity that matters but quality. The talent of a good writers isn't in "I am gonna make a lot of big things to make it seems deep and complex" it's being able to put a lot of subltely and nuancing in very small things or even obvious one just for you to realize the deeper meaning of it.

Take Sombron's name for example. People mock it as being generic cause it's dark in French. But how many of them will look into the actual etymology of Sombre ? How many will find out that its' based on a verb in old french which means to enshade and reflect his role as being the one who corrupts everything and plunged the world into darnkness ? How many will realize that his weapon, Obscurité is deepening this concept as it is supposed to show that the darkness he cast are deadly ? How many will look at his design to reason "ah yes, he looks like that cause he is meant to reprsent Alear's trauma" ?

This is the same mindset as people who won't look at Grima past evil dragon when he is the refletion of Robin's despair and fear.

This isn't just Engage. All the game that are considered "bad" by the fandom cause simple don't try to look anydeeper then this, but when it has the look of something dark, greedy, and complex it checks the box of the "aesthetic of deep" and therefore people will consider it to be deep, doesn' matter if in reality it isn't

Likewise if a media doesn't check the boxes, they will look at it as simply what it appears and not search any deeper

That's ultimately the reason why people were disappointed by Engage after 3H : it refused to embrace the same "aesthetic" as 3H. So it doesn't matter that the story is actually deeper then it is, they won't believe it because the aesthetic doesn't appeal to them.

[fayesdiary]

Faye's Fòdlan Journal: Season 1 - Episode 5: Truly the best Academy

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As I still slightly suffer from the loss of footage, we get the mission for our second month at Garreg Mach: Wipe out a group of bandits that have taken refuge in the Red Canyon Zanado, led by Kostas.

Yes, that guy Byleth killed twice in the Prologue. Somehow he's still alive. Never thought I'd see the day an earlygame bandit boss would have plot armor.

So, time to go talk to everyone again. As a note in the future, I'll only point out the stuff I think it's interesting. Even if I wanted, I can't include everything due to the 30 image limit.

Am I... getting sassed by a generic NPC?

Oh by the way, here's the combat professor Jeritza. We actually met him last month but he got lost along with the footage.

There is very little to say about him right now, except he really wants to outedge Felix. His two passions are fighting and being alone. Thrilling stuff, let me tell you.

Here we see the first glimpses of what will likely be a major theme in Three Houses: Fòdlan's huge problem of racism and xenophobia. It's going to get ugly fast, especially in the case of Duscur.

Here I learn how recruiting students from other houses (and eventually other professors and knights) works: You have to reach a certain threshold on the things they require, be that Byleth's level or a specific stats, or even their rank with a particular weapon. You can still gain support conversations with them, and those lower the requirements for recruiting them. And since Bernie wants a high Bow rank, I will spend the following chapters trying to train Byleth in it. Luckily we have unlocked Faculty Training, which lets Byleth take lessons from the other professors in a specific skill whenever they have activity points to spare. Which unfortunately at this point is not often the case.

Similarly I got interested in recruiting Leonie since she seems so close to Jeralt (although to be honest I thought she was lying at first because certainly Byleth would know her if that was the case, right? Even more proof there's more going on between the two), and she requires a high Lance rank, so that will also be a priority.

And while I know I can potentially recruit everyone and crowd the Blue Lions class like crazy, I will be limiting myself to an extra students from each of the other two houses to preserve the experience. Besides, this game lets you deploy 12 units at most.

Speaking of Blue Lions: Hi, Felix.

If I didn't know any better I'd just think he's being a dick as usual and don't get me wrong, he is. But given how Dimitri turns up at the start of the timeskip... there may be a hint of truth in what he's saying.

AT TIMES, Ingrid!?

Anyway, moving on. This month Jeralt gives us some battallions, an exclusive of this game: To put it simply, they grant the unit that equips one extra stats depending on the battallion which can be upgraded up to Lv5 simply by using it. Things like extra Attack, Hit/Crit/Avo, Def/Res and so on. For now the gains aren't much, but they will become way more significant when we gain higher rank battallions.

The main thing battallions grant, though, is Gambits.

Think of them as the precursor of Engage attacks: Most of them let you hit multiple enemies at once without risk of counterattack (the type and AOE depends on the battallion), and if you manage to hit , all of the enemies in that area will not only be damaged, but also be frozen in place and have their stats lowered. You can also use them whenever.

But compared to Engage Attacks, not only are they not guaranteed to hit (the chance to either hit or avoid a Gambit depends entirely on Charm, a stat unique to this game), they can also only kill the enemy directly targeted by it. And they also not replenishable until the end of the month. Regardless, they are still incredibly useful.

A few days later Byleth gives their first lecture to the class, and once again makes an embarassment out of the Academy by not even knowing how to teach and having Dimitri explain it.

The fact that the house leaders give the tutorials for teaching instead of the staff is hilarious. The most esteemed Academy in Fòdlan and they don't even brief or tutor their new staff and have the students do it instead. Rhea please.

Well, I wouldn't say it's inaccurate. I know on my first day of work I got dumped right onto it with absolutely zero guidance or directions so... yeah, that unfortunately checks out. Three Houses takes place in Italy confirmed.

Anyway, before the mission itself we have a mandatory training battle where we have to beat up some church soldiers. Not much to say.

No Dimitri. No they do not. And this is something they should know as a mercenary, but Jeralt says he never taught them much of tactics.

Seriously, what did Jeralt even teach Byleth beside wielding a sword? This is why homeschooling is bad, everyone.

With all that said and done, it's the end of the month. And that means it's time to beat up some bandits.

Also enjoy this Rhea screenshot. I didn't know where else to put it, but her pose is really cute. She's so excited!

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[lfc21]

First of; happy new year!

Second, I saw your requests are open! Would love to see some new year’s related Kostas fluff where you spend the morning of New Year’s Day cuddled in bed and talk about your hopes/dreams for the new year 🧡

New year

TW: fluff

Summary: You and Kostas where spending new years day in the most inviting way. The idea of the comfort of one another was something you knew would set your new year off perfectly.

New year. The new years period was a period in which you celebrated the good times set to come. Your years of spending the first day of January staggering into your bedroom at 6 am nursing the world's worst hangover were gone. The most appealing activity was spending it with the man who was always your new years' kiss. You and Kostas had both done the crazy nights out and constant vomiting in your toilet, you weren't young adults anymore.

"Hmmm stay here" Kostas mumbled into his pillow as his arms tightly wrapped around your torso and he felt your movement from the bed.

"Baby I need to get up" You softly explained with a smile as you took his hands in yours and tried to shift them away from your stomach. He simply replied to you with a groan before pulling your body back into the warm sheets. His stomach was pressed into your back as he inhaled the very familiar scent he had urged to have. His fingers ran across your bare arm as his eyes fell shut. "Can I move now?" You asked with a laugh.

"No" He simply said with a giggle as his face was buried into the back of your fluffy pyjamas. You let out an exhale knowing full well you had been defeated. You turned around in his embrace so your faces were opposite one. "I win," he said in victory with a smile as his lips planted a kiss onto your small delicate nose. You rolled your eyes due to his cocky nature.

"So cocky" You pointed out as you snuggled yourself into the cruck off his neck. His arms wrapped closely around you.

"You love me though," Kostas said with a laugh as his hands wandered through your long hair.

"Who told you that?" You asked as you looked up at him through your lashes. He dramatically styled a shocked expression as he looked down at you.

"You as a matter of fact" He sternly said with a smirk wondering to his lips.

"Did I?" You questioned with a laugh as you snuggled closer to his large body. He couldn't help but love the sarcasm you challenged him with. "You're not moving anywhere" You quickly said softly as your body started to wander into a drift of its sleep. His large hard torso covered your small body in a blanket of protection as his tattooed arms wandered across your body. This was your safety net, your place you felt most at home. Kostas watched your eyes fall shut and your body becomes delicate at the action of sleep taking over.

"I love you" He whispered as he planted a kiss on your head. "I am so happy to be going into 2023 with you" He added just as softly as he watched your small body walts into dreamland. You weren't completely asleep, you heard the words you spoke but wanted him to keep this moment for himself. This was his memory.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Kostas imagine of 2023 🎉 Liverpool vs Brentford tonight and Kostas starts 😀 Please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated and help me improve 💗 Love you all 👏

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[fireemblems24]

Prologue & Ch 1

Everything with spoilers will go below the cut. Really curious to see what happens here. I more or less either like the whole cast or find them interesting with a few exceptions.

Should I be concerned the first thing I get is an update? Lamo.

FYI, I've literally never played a Warriors game before. I'm probably picking easy mode.

Ok, but it says that Normal is for beginners. I think I'll just go with Normal. There's a Classic Mode!!! I didn't know they'd include that. Do other Warriors games? I think I may go with Casual, though, because I really have no idea what I'm doing. Going with Slow and Steady too, obviously.

Rhea!! Oh, who's using Amyr? Or was that Hilda's axe?

Flayn, my baby. She's got light hair now. And GOD Seteth is hot. But no dragon forms for them :(

So was that basically the same fight as the first cut-scene in Three Houses?

Ok, so SB I'll do Byleth and Shez as males, for GW I'll do both of them as women, and for AG I'll do F!Shez and M!Byleth, and I know in the future I'll do them the opposites to get cut scenes. And I'm just sticking with Shez and Byleth for the names too.

He talks! He sounds like Claude.

And ohhh we're going up against Byleth? I heard a bit about Byleth being a villain here. Which would be pretty neat, ngl.

The mercenary captain's a woman! I love it when a character's a woman even though she doesn't have to be in a story instead of everything defaulting to male.

So Jeralt was originally from the Kingdom, right? And Shez's co is from Leicester. So next remake we need the next group to come from the Empire lamo.

I like how this dialogue works. You pick a sentiment, makes me feel like I have more characterization control.

BATTLE

OMG, this screen is chaotic. I have no idea how on earth I'm going to remember all this stuff about criticals and combos and locking onto enemies.

LAMO, everyone died and I wasn't even there. I wonder if that's supposed to happen?

Ok, someone share how to lock onto enemies. It said something about R, but like that's not working. I'll have my brother show me next time I'm over there.

Ashen Demon Byleth time. It's so cool seeing Byleth be an actual badass.

Byleth kicked my ass omg.

I don't think I'll ever like Shez's purple hair. I'm betting that mystery voice is that white and red character.

OMG. I have no idea what I'm doing. I just keep hitting buttons lol, and Shez keeps doing stuff. Esp after he "woke up."

Ah, Jeralt is pulling out. So that's how they both live.

OMG BYLETH IS TALKING

Oh, man, this floating place looks like the stuff in Shambala.

Ok, so I get it. Shez was supposed to die, but Arval didn't let it happen in this version - for some reason. So that will change whatever comes next.

I like how Shez acts like a mercenary, not too broken up by the deaths. It'll be sweet if he gets attached to the Fodlan co, or interesting if he doesn't.

I like Arval's voice.

STORY

Jeralt is still the narrator! He's got the right voice for it.

"These three powers exist in relative harmony." Hunh, someone hasn't talked to Edelgard lately.

Ohhhhh, so Shez is in Remire this time?

Lamo, Shez got saved 22 times by Arval. He's kinda a dumbass isn't he? Jumped off a cliff to get stronger 😂 this is peak shonen hero dumbassery

AHH, Dimitri! And Claude and Edelgard! And Claude's running ahead again. Except this time into Shez. It's weird knowing Byleth and Jeralt are only a few feet away and wondering how that changes things lol.

I love how Edelgard wants a chit-chat, but the two with real battle experience (Shez and Dimitri) are like - uh, not right now.

BATTLE

OMG there's too much going on. Now there's unique abilities and I don't even know how to lock onto an enemy yet 😭 low-key glad I'm doing this easy chapters 3 times.

Kostas! Ah, I miss his mutton face. It's so weird doing all of this repeat but with Shez instead.

OMG I didn't even realize I was playing as Edelgard. I'm glad they told me how to switch. How many units do people recommend to level up?

Alois! But no puns :(

Woot, killed Kostas. Did he actually die? Like in story?

I got S-Rank. Does everyone for round 1, or did my random button smashing actually get that? Because, like, I had 0 clue what I was doing lamo.

Shez has gotten 2 good level ups. Though, I'm guessing he's a good unit because he's the MC?

Shez MVP. Figures. I used him basically the whole time.

STORY

These three really have a knack for running into OP mercenaries.

Yes, Arval, I wonder why the bandits were after them too. /s

Edelgard and panting after the self-insert. Name a more iconic duo -_-

FINALLY A PUN. I love you, Alois.

I'm having Shez run around and just be a giant dick to everyone. It's great. I'll pick the nice ones the next time lamo. And then the 3rd time, I'll only be nice to characters I like.

Claude liked it when I doubted Alois lol. And Marianne, my beloved.

Lame, with Hubert I only get one option. But it's super funny that Bernie refused to come.

I love how Edelgard goes from - ahem, I am a princess, thank you! Right to - must be so nice to not have your life chosen for you. . She never really recognizes that contradiction lol.

Aww, Dimitri looked for Remire to help Shez out. 😊

Lamo, Dimitri and Claude say literally nothing about themselves.

"I'm proud to call him my . . . vassal." Yeah, what was he originally going to say?

I love how the tradition of Dimitri praising all of the Blue Lions is still in-tact. It's one of the first things I honestly noticed about him, so I'm soooo happy that stayed the same.

Ok, makes sense. Shez will get to the monastery because of payment. And low-key threats lol.

Dimitri's being a sweetie again. Worrying about Shez having an actual choice. Claude also apologized later. Meanwhile Edelgard is like - on the bright side, you'll get to talk to muah! 👀

Lamo, Shez only says nice things about the lords unlike Byleth who only had negative things lamo. 😂 Arval called me out too.

Man, it's so cool seeing the Monastery again and everything.

Dragon daddy is back!

Oh! I'm a student this time! That's a cool switch-up. I bet that'll make things more chill and casual between them.

Arval doesn't like Rhea lol.

So I guess I'm picking a house after this convo? After that, I'll be doing one of these per route.

Not me over here wanting to pick the Blue Lions all three times. Though, I'm also really excited to see the other two storylines. It's just, one has the special little place.

It JERITZA the third teacher??? Oh, God, that makes even less sense than Byleth. Who would put him in charge of children?

NOOOO, I don't want Jeritza. Fuck that guy and his weird-ass voice. I want Manuela, and if not her, then Hanneman.

Ugh, Jeritza's probably the only playable character I legitimately dislike.

NOTES FROM 2ND AND 3RD PLAYTHROUGH

F!Shez sounds nice too. Her outfit is still clearly more fanservice than her male counterpart, but it's not as bad as Byleth's.

It is hard to take Ashen Demon Byleth seriously in those lacy tights and midriff armor. 😂😅

Claude like either answer lol.

I'm actually starting to get the hang of some of this gameplay. There's still a lot that I forget, but I can lock onto an enemy know at least lol.

LAMO, Sylvain has different dialogue for F!Shez. I'd be disappointed if he didn't.

God, I love how Shez says specifically that Dimitri will be a good king. Dimitri didn't get nearly enough positive stuff said about him from others, especially compared to the other lords.

Third time is a charm doing this. I actually remembered to use combat arts this time!

If I was Shez for real, I'd be torn between Golden Deer or Blue Lions. GD would seem chill and more relaxed, but Dimitri's the one who was always worried about me and trying to help. Edelgard's blatant attempts at recruiting and being like "well, you be getting forced into this, but you'll get to talk to me at least' would've been a major turn off.

[hylfystt]

letting you pretend if you can tell me more about greer and kostas?? 👀👀👀👀

hehe thank you pau!! <3

greer and kostas met when she still lived in the city, about a year or so before her father falls ill and dies and she leaves baldur's gate to take care of her mom. they're both taken with each other instantly tbh!! she likes his kind heart and sincere charm and he likes her easy laugh and boundless compassion. they should have had forever but...they didn't

tbh i think they get to me because it's like..........love that never got to be all that it could have been. being absolutely smitten with each other and long summer days spent in the shade of a tree in the garden, talking and reading and painting and dancing that becomes long winter nights spent in each others arms.

and then death and duty pull them apart. greer's father dies, leaving her mother distressed and no longer able to stand the confines of the city. greer, grieving her own way and not wanting to leave her mom alone, agrees to leave the city and go with her to the enclave her mom was raised in. kostas has his life and love for the city that she can't ask him to leave -- wouldn't ask him to leave -- so she ends things. (but i think, in her heart, she doesn't believe it's really the end. she'll be away a few years, just enough to see her mother settled and set on the path towards healing. she won't begrudge him if he doesn't wait, of course, but maybe...just maybe.....)

and then he dies. she finds out he's been injured by letter and by the time she gets to baldur's gate it's too late. he's already gone. so she leaves the city, for good this time she thinks, and spends the next century under the blessing of silvanus.

but in another life, one where they're both born many summers later, he doesn't die. and they do meet again. she travels to the city often and he always opens his door and his arms to her when she returns. young love grows into a ring in his pocket and a future ripe with possibilities and...and the vision of her body cold and lifeless and mangled. and happiness falls away to grief. "we're so sorry, guardsman. but there's nothing we can do." grief, and then fury. what's the point of the watch if they can't help people, if people like greer, good and honest and innocent, keep losing their lives in horrific and mysterious killings? it isn't right. it isn't fair. why her?

love turns to grief and fury and an oath.

[plasticfreckles]

how aforementioned fictional men from this post would react to the fact that my prof failed my paper WITHOUT EVEN READING IT

(we're still in love obvs bc ive had so many breakdowns about this over the weekend that theyve kinda fused into one long-winded breakdown just lemme have this my sanity is holding on by a thread and its getting thinner by the second)

jaal ama darav: would still not have this problem, but would let me cry into his chest tentacles and go to my university and cause a scene my guy

liam kosta: well guess what bitch we're having takeout and boba and comfort movies and SO MANY BLANKETS AND STRING LIGHTS

saren arterius: would have either bribed prof and/or uni so this would not happen, but if it DID happen theyve got another thing coming honey

thane krios: ok now he'll help. help me write long sentences and also intimidate the prof bc wow are you a dishonorable shitbag sweet chalupa jesus

zevran arainai: murder now? too late already did it you're welcome oh they already marked it failed in the system? no problem let me just [daggers the servers] now lemme smash

banck trevelyan: we are now having a mental breakdown together we're writing a new paper and it only says [prof is a whorechild] its very cathartic

dorian pavus: the audacity on this professor. runs them out of their job faster than they can say "failed"

jackie welles: ok now they're getting beat up within an inch of their life he said he'd catch a case if the prof didn't let me pass and they didn't so now he's gotta back his words up with action its really on the prof your honor

johnny silverhand: assuming the place had not been nuked prior to this event would do it then even if he told me to shut up, stop crying and cowgirl up earlier. (could also just mean you're too dumb for this degree shit. - well YEAH but they could've figured it out BEFORE im about to start my thesis paper thankyouverymuch)

goro takemura: that would mean that really, the arasaka goon he got to write my paper for me failed, so they're getting run out of their job so far they may as well just live in a cardboard box. also blackmail the prof

river ward: damn girl that sucks. need a hug? want me to run for another pizza? drive you to a different library? like tell me what you need and youll have but you'll need to tell me (river i dont KNOW what i need) damn girl that sucks. need another hug?

dorn il-khan: the sucker is so dead he'll find a way to get into lunia and kill them again bc obviously dying once wasn't enough for them to get their shit together

rasaad yn bashir: would go to the prof and just talk at them until they read the fucking paper

data: honestly would just download the grading guide and do it himself also add the fact i was failed without having been assessed into the profs file dont worry about it its fine

thranduil oropherion: bitch NOT ONLY did they assign THE QUEEN a paper they FAILED her?! lemme drag their ass to mordor ill drop their disgusting head into the firepits myself and it will not be attached to their body anymore

kim nam joon: damn girl that sucks. want me to check if there's a place you can report it to? because that doesn't sound normal. are we sure they're not on a power trip and you just got to deal with it? anyway we'll fix this together and you'll pass don't you worry about a thing

dustin bates: wow they FAILED you without doing their fucking WORK? [drops track about aint-shit opportunist bastards and capitalism commercializing education like bitch i paid 160€ in this assumed free education country for a degree the least you could do is do your fucking job]

the apocalypse dj: ["accidentally" backflips into the prof so they drop their notebook and it breaks wow looks like karma's a bitch huh]

[rubybecker-rb2]

Hey, Ruby! Man, that Wolves game hurt 😭😭😭😭 Can we get some hurt/comfort with our manager and No.1?

Ugh, yes, I agree. Well, a warm fanfic coming out for you!

@alissonbecksfan234 @liverpoolfanfiction @millythegoat @moomin279

Short fic again! I can't write longer ones, sorry!

Don't Cry, Boss!

The game had been disappointing. Alisson bit his bottom lip as he walked through the tunnel to the locker room. The bitter taste of defeat in his thoughts, after all, how is it to be defeated by the team you beat in less than two weeks? Nothing was good and he had no idea what was going on.

After taking a hot shower and answering some questions from the press, the Brazilian sought out his fellow players. He found them all assembled together with the administration. But there was one thing that bothered the goalkeeper.

"Where's the boss?" He asks, causing all faces to turn towards him.

Pep is the first to respond, his cheeks flushed. Alisson doesn't know if it's embarrassment or the cold that made the Dutchman's cheeks so red.

"I... I don't know, to tell you the truth. He was with me responding to the press, but I didn't see him after that."

Alisson bit his own lip, a little worried. Usually he was the one who disappeared after a bad game. Now their boss was gone.

"I'll look for him." He barely noticed the words coming out of his mouth.

"The Molineux is big, Alisson. Maybe you get lost looking for the boss, then there will be two missing." Kostas blew the hair out of his eyes. The speech might be funny, but the Greek was serious.

"I know that. But I've been here several times. I know this place like I know Anfield. And don't worry, my cell phone is in my pocket. Whatever happens, I'll call one of you. I'll be fine." Alisson replied, he felt confident.

The Molineux's corridors had a stuffy feel. The Liverpool goalkeeper made a face of disgust as he walked through the corridors full of people he didn't care to recognize. The air smelled of sweat and fish.

Alisson's last option was to look for the German in one of the last conference rooms in that cursed corridor that seemed to never end. With a big sigh falling from his lips, he pulled the handle and gently pushed the door open.

Jürgen Klopp was sitting in one of the chairs, his big coat off, eyes very red and puffy. He was crying. And for a long time, apparently.

"Jürgen?" The first name seemed strange in the Brazilian's tongue. He never called Klopp by name, only by the title "Boss".

The German seemed to recognize him, for he immediately lowered his cap over his eyes.

"Boss? Are you well?"

"Of course, of course. I'm fine, Alisson." Jürgen quickly wiped his eyes and kept his cap low "They're waiting for us to go, aren't they?"

"Boss, I won't let you leave without knowing if you're really okay." The goalkeeper placed himself between the German and the door, not wanting to let him out.

"HOW COULD I BE FINE!?" Jürgen suddenly screamed, causing Alisson to take a few steps back, startled "They accuse me of things I didn't do! They talk bad about my boys! They want me to sell my boys! I will never sell you out!"

Alison was silent. He didn't have anything to say. He didn't expect the press to want him to sell some of the players or even for him to step down as head coach. With a long sigh, he placed his hands on Jürgen's shoulders, as he had done with him several times.

"You don't have to do what they want. You're too tired to keep going their way. You are the boss. But we are the ones who make the match work. If anyone is wrong, it's us players. Never you. Maybe at some point, but not now."

Klopp's eyes filled with fresh tears.

"It will never be your fault. It's my fault, I trusted the good players who are now injured. I didn't give Tsmikas enough chances and now he doesn't have the confidence to play. I bought the wrong player. I was wrong when I left you without knowing how to act with so many injured players. I..."

"Klopp, stop. Stop, please. Never say that. We all trust good players. We all end up relying too much on some and too little on others. Everything is fine. These are common mistakes, everyone makes mistakes." Alisson put his hands over Klopp's ears, lifting the brim of his cap a little "It's okay to make mistakes. Remember? A stupid mistake doesn't make you stupid."

Klopp sniffed and wiped his eyes. Alisson was right, again. The Brazilian has always had this wisdom. With a clear throat, he walked away from the goalkeeper.

"It doesn't make the journey any easier. We're in downfall and I don't know how long that's going to last."

"I know that, boss. But we'll all be here for you."

Alisson approached Klopp and hugged him. A long and tight hug, the ones you cry when you're receiving it. He tightly hugged his boss's trembling shoulders and let a few tears slide down his face as well.

"Thank you, thank you, Ali. I don't know what I would do without your help." Klopp smiled. A sad smile, of someone tired. But it was still a smile.

Alisson allowed himself to smile too.

[percervall]

in silent screams and wildest dreams (i never dreamt of this)

Player: Kostas Tsimikas (Thiago Alcantara) Words: 2551 Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex A/N: listen, there's a reason they call Thiago 'the professor'. I usually don't write stuff like this, please let me know what you think

For @kostasstsimikass I hope you like it

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Ever since they started dating, they had never really discussed this. Of course they had talked about what they liked, the things that turned them on, but that had all been relatively innocent Olivia thought. She had just never had  a reason to bring it up before. Until now that is. This wasn’t the first time a training or match day selfie had gotten Olivia riled up. Kostas knew this about her, and teased her mercilessly about it. She didn’t mind because the payback was always glorious and often left him speechless (oh, the power she held over him dressed in lilac silk and lace…). 

But this was different. Because this time it wasn’t a selfie of just Kostas, but a selfie of him and his best friend. Thiago. Of course Olivia knew Thiago was handsome, she would have had to be blind not to see that. She just had never thought of him that way –the way that made her swallow hard as an ache settled between her thighs. As she shifted in the chair she was sitting in, the lace of her bra rubbed over her hardening nipples. Still holding her phone, Olivia dipped her other hand under the waistband of her bike shorts and underwear. She gasped as she brushed against her clit, dragging a finger across her folds, feeling how wet she was just imagining-...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the front door. There was no point in hiding what she’d been up to, Kostas knew her too well for that. Instead Olivia pushed her nerves down and slid a finger into her soaking core. “What a sight to come home to,” Kostas said with a smirk when he spotted her in the living room. She could feel her cheeks heat up under his watchful gaze and bit her lip. Kostas made his way over to her and knelt in front of her chair. He took a hold of her shorts and looked up with a raised eyebrow –his way of asking Olivia for permission. She quickly nodded, lifting her hips. He made quick work of undressing her lower half and gently spread her thighs. “Fuck baby, you’re absolutely soaking,” he said, eyes landing on the phone in her hand, thumb still pressing against the screen to stop the photo from disappearing. “Oh I see,” Kostas chuckled, “lusting after my shirtless selfies again, are we?”  “Y-yes,” Olivia managed to say, her finger still sliding in and out, “but not just you..” It came out more like a question. Kostas pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, looking up at her. “My dirty girl, you were thinking about having one of my teammates go down on you? Tell me love, would you like to be alone with him or for him to join us?” he murmured against her thigh, “I’m pretty sure it’s the latter, isn’t it? Thinking about getting absolutely ruined by two men, weren’t you?” He gave her thigh a squeeze when she didn’t respond at first. “Yes,” Olivia moaned, throwing her head back and rubbing her clit now. She was so close. “That’s it babe, fuck you’re so beautiful…” Kostas praised her, which was all she needed to fall over the edge. She pulled him up for a kiss, gasping as his still clothed erection pressed against her centre. “I’m pretty sure he’d say yes if I asked him. If you really want to,” Kostas said, before moving his lips to her neck. Olivia didn’t know how to respond to that so she didn’t, until a few hours later Kostas repeated himself as they were lying in bed both still recovering. “I was serious about asking him, if that is what you want.”  “And you’re okay with that?”  Kostas turned on his side to look at her. “Only if it’s truly what you want.” Olivia nodded, trying to hide her face from him, cheeks burning. “Babe, look at me. There is nothing more attractive to me than a woman owning her sexuality and knowing what she wants. I’ll ask him,” Kostas said, brushing a strand of her hair from her face.

Which is how Olivia found herself picking at a loose thread on her dress as she waited for Kostas to return from training. He had texted her ten minutes ago that he was on his way and that Thiago was joining him. She could only imagine how that conversation might have gone, what Thiago’s wife Liesa might think or say. Luckily for her, she had very little time to think about it because she heard Kostas’ key in the door. 

“Kostas tells me you’d like for me to give you a hand with living out a fantasy?” Thiago asked as he sat down next to her on their bed.  “Are you sure you won’t get in trouble? What is Liesa-…” “Liesa already knows and can’t wait to hear all about it. Our marriage is built on trust and communication, she won’t be angry at you. Jealous maybe, but not angry,” Thiago interrupted her. Olivia blinked rapidly.  “O-okay..”  Thiago chuckled. “So, what’s this fantasy Kos keeps telling me about?” “I’ve always kind of wondered what it would be like t-to-.. To have two… uhm..” she tried to explain, blushing at the knowledge that Kostas has been talking about what happened the other day when he caught her literally red-handed. Thiago smiled gently at her. “You want to experience having sex with two men at once?” He filled in the blanks. Olivia nodded. “Okay, what else?”

“I’d like you to go down on me while-.. While Kos takes my mouth,” she said, closing her eyes. 

“I’m sure that can be arranged. If at any point you need to stop or slow down, say stop or squeeze our thigh and we’ll stop,” Thiago said. Olivia nodded, letting them both know she understood. Kostas pulled her up from the bed and against his chest. He kissed her gently first, whispering how proud he was of her, before deepening the kiss. She could feel Thiago stand behind her, moving closer until she was sandwiched between them, kissing her shoulder. She could feel Kostas hardening against her stomach and Thiago against her lower back and the thought alone that they were turned on because of her was enough for her to forget the embarrassment she’d felt earlier. Kostas’ hand rested gently against her cheek as Thiago pushed the strap of her dress and bra down to kiss more of her shoulder. Olivia rocked her hips against both of them, desperately seeking friction. 

“Can I take this off?” Thiago murmured in her ear as he grabbed hold of the hem of her dress. Olivia nodded, raising her arms to help him. Kostas’ attention shifted from her lips to her throat and chest. Olivia arched her back, giving Kostas better access. He nipped gently at the swell of her breast.

“My gorgeous girl..” he whispered. Thiago’s hand came to rest on the closure of her bra and Olivia nodded again without him having to ask. As soon as her bra fell down, Kostas was all over her breasts. She ran a hand through his hair, pulling gently as he took a nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from him. Olivia felt Thiago’s hands land on her hips, grinding against her as he looked over her shoulder at what Kostas was doing. Olivia let her head fall back against his shoulder and moaned softly. Kostas lowered to his knees in front of her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. “Can I take these off?” he asked. 

“Please,” Olivia breathed. Kostas helped her step out of them. 

“You might want to take your shirt off Kos, give Liv some more grip,” Thiago murmured. Kostas nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He then took her ankle and lifted up her leg, placing her foot on his shoulder.

“Lean against me, nena. Let us take care of you,” Thiago whispered in her ear. He still had an arm around her waist and Olivia wrapped her fingers around his wrist as she did what he said, looking down at her boyfriend. 

“So beautiful, baby…” Kostas said, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh. His breath ghosted over her now exposed core, sending shivers down her spine.

“Kos…” she whimpered. Kostas smirked, dipping his head into the apex of her thighs, his hands lightly gripping her. He ran his tongue along her slit, licking her clean.

“Taste so good baby, always so sweet for me..” he said before running his tongue over her clit. Olivia threw her head back with a moan. While Kostas worshipped her on his knees, Thiago used his free hand to play with her breasts, rolling her nipples to stiff peaks as he whispered praise and absolutely filthy things in her ear, his erection pressing firmly against her back. Olivia tightened her grip on Thiago’s wrist and buried her other hand in Kostas’ hair as her climax crashed through her. Kostas gently put her foot back down on the floor and sat back on his haunches, looking up at her, chin and lips glistening with her arousal while his cock was straining against his jeans. Olivia helped him back up and kissed him, tasting herself. 

The three of them moved to the bed, Thiago lying down first. Olivia climbed onto the bed. “Sit on my face, nena. Need to taste you,” Thiago said. She could feel her blush spread from her cheeks to her neck but did as he asked. Kostas came to stand by the side of the bed, helping her position herself over Thiago’s face.

“You’re absolutely sopping wet,” Thiago murmured before pulling her down onto his mouth. “Oh fuck,” Olivia moaned as his tongue entered her. She ground her hips against his face and tried to unbutton Kostas’ jeans.

“Please Kos.. need to suck your cock…” she begged. 

“Fuck, Liv…” he groaned, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his thighs together with his underwear. Olivia took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Use me Kos, fuck my mouth…” she whispered, looking up at him. Kostas groaned, burying a hand in her hair. Olivia opened her mouth and moaned as Kostas slid his cock in while Thiago sucked on her clit. She braced herself on Kostas’ hips as he did as she asked and fucked her mouth, one hand pulling her hair, the other resting over her hand on his hip. 

“So good.. Liv.. Always so good…” Kostas gasped. 

She could feel her second orgasm building, moaning around Kostas as Thiago slid two fingers into her, stretching  her. 

“Fuck, nena… Taking him so well…” he murmured, adding a third finger. She closed her eyes and let pleasure wash over her as her second orgasm wrecked through her, moaning around Kostas’ cock still in her mouth. Kostas threw his head back with a strangled moan and spilled down her throat before pulling out. Olivia could feel how every single muscle in her body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm and if it weren’t for both Kostas and Thiago holding her up, she would’ve collapsed on the bed. Both of them helped her down onto the mattress. Kostas shed his jeans and underwear and laid down next to her. Thiago was quick to follow suit.

“Are you still sure you want this baby?” Kostas asked her, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead. 

“Yes, just need a minute or two” Olivia murmured. Thiago kissed her shoulder as he pressed himself against her back. “Take all the time you need, nena,” he said softly. Olivia closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of the two of them showering her in praise and gentle kisses. 

“How are we going to… do this?” she asked after waking from her catnap. 

“Start by riding Kos,” Thiago instructed. Olivia swung her leg over Kostas’ hips and lowered herself onto him, the both of them moaning as he entered her. Thiago reached over to grab the bottle of lube. “Lie down on me baby,” Kostas murmured. Olivia could feel Thiago move closer, a hand on her ass, squeezing her cheek. For a moment she felt self-conscious, knowing what was about to happen, but all of that was drowned out by the feeling of Thiago slowly pushing his cock into her. Olivia panted, the feeling of the two of them stretching her almost overwhelming. 

“Move your knees a little, just like that baby. Now, you’re in control here. Move as gently or as fast as you need to..” Kostas said, taking hold of her hand.

Olivia tried to move her hips back, but the angle made it hard for her to set the pace she needed.

“‘S not enough,” she whined, “harder… Kos… Please…” She heard Thiago chuckle behind her, hands on her hips. “I’m sure we can help with that, nena,” he said as he pulled out slightly before slamming back into her. The two of them were quick to figure out a rhythm where when one pulled back, the other would enter her again.

“Yes… Oh, fuck,” Olivia moaned. Kostas took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the already sensitive bud. Thiago took hold over the other breast, playing with her nipple.

“So wet for us, nena, taking us so well. Kos was right, wasn’t he? You are such a dirty girl…” Thiago whispered in her ear. Olivia couldn’t respond to him, even if she wanted to. The feeling of being so full, both men pulling and sucking on her nipples, Thiago whispering filthy nothings in her ear and Kostas praising her made her brain short circuit. She hung her head, hair sticking to her forehead, as she moaned and gasped at the sensation of being well and truly fucked by them both. 

“Mmm… Clo-... So.. close.. Please, Kos…” she mumbled.

“Please what, baby?” Kos said, resting his hand around her ribcage just under her breast,.

“Please can I come?” she begged as Thiago sucked on the skin between shoulder and collar bone, groaning as he thrust into her. 

“Come for us baby,” Kostas said, kissing the column of her throat as she arched back into Thiago. Her thighs trembled and she felt that familiar feeling rise in the pit of her stomach, like a coil tightening until it would snap. 

“That’s it, nena, let go…”

Olivia sobbed as her orgasm tore through her, her whole body trembling. She dug her nails into Kostas’ chest, desperate to hold on to something. Her orgasm triggered both of theirs and they spilled deep inside of her. Thiago pulled out and collapsed onto the bed while Kostas gently rolled both of them onto their side before pulling out. Olivia whimpered at the loss.

“You okay baby?” Kostas asked her.

“Mmhmm… so good Kos.. Sore, but so good..” she mumbled, snuggling into his chest, “and absolutely knackered, but so fucking good…” 

Both Kostas and Thiago laughed at that. Olivia tried to keep her eyes open, but failed. She fell asleep listening to Kostas murmur sweet nothings into her hair and them talking in hushed tones, feeling loved and safe in her boyfriend’s arms.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

What about the boys visiting Thiago while he's recovering? That would be great, I miss my spanish man!

You ask, I deliver 😉

Tags: @rubybecker-rb2, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @millythegoat

The Visitors

“Guys.” Nunez banged on a stewpot, announcing his entrance into the locker room. “There’s something wrong with Kostas.”

He’d expected surprise, or shock, or even mild concern. Instead, Nunez received a strange look from nearly everybody in the room.

“Took you long enough to find that out,” Milner finally responded, leaning back against the locker. Even though the match had just ended, the Yorkshireman already had out his favorite pair of steel weights, pumping them into the air. “Ever since Thiago got injured, he’s been quieter than usual.”

“Kostas and Thiago are best friends. So I can see why he’s been a bit down lately,” Alisson mused. He scooted closer to Fabinho, hugging him out of instinct. “I just wouldn’t be normal without Fabi and Bobby around.”

Nunez stroked his tiny mustache and thought about this. Alisson wasn’t the best at expressing himself. The keeper generally kept to himself among all their teammates. But he couldn’t deny that Alisson had a point.

“Hear me out, guys.” Nunez banged on the pot again, standing on his bench seat. “What if we went to visit Thiago now? It’ll be a good time, considering our win. And it can be a surprise, and…”

“Say no more!” Klopp, who’d randomly manifested out of nowhere, held up a pair of keys. Upon further inspection, Nunez recognized them as the keys to the team bus. “Hendo, take the wheel. I’ve got to deal with the press, but you boys can hit the road! Hug Thiago for me!”

Before Klopp could even finish, the players were out the door. Tsimikas grabbed the bus keys and high-fived Klopp before shutting the front door.

*

“We don’t talk about Bruno, no no no!” Carvalho sang at the top of his lungs. He’d joined Henderson up front as bus DJ, and immediately started to play his vast repertoire of Disney music. “We don’t talk about Bruno!”

“Lage!” Robertson called out from the back. His reference to the former Wolves boss elicited several laughs around the bus.

Eliott picked up from where Robertson left off with a huge, overexaggerated eye-roll. “They are annoying!”

“They are annoying!” Alexander-Arnold called back, vibing to the music. “Go on, Harvey, show your stuff!”

The rest of the bus joined into the parody, adding in their own frustrations about Wolves. Even Henderson, hyper focused on driving the bus, contributed a rather colorful verse about the West Midlands club. Very soon, they reached the hospital.

“Let’s sing this to Thiago when we get into the room,” Tsimikas suggested, dragging a very unamused Milner out of the bus. “Does everybody have their lines ready?”

“Oh, I am so ready.” Eliott rubbed his hands together in delight, grinning in pure delight at his own anticipated mischief. “I can’t wait to let my swear bomb go!”

*

Thiago was thoroughly bored. He’d scrolled through his phone a dozen times within the past half hour, and he’d tried to fall asleep to no avail. He’d been watching the Liverpool match, but it wasn’t fair that his injury didn’t let him celebrate goals properly.

He gazed up at the bright stars hung in the sky and wished Tsimikas was in the room with him. The loud, boisterous Greek would’ve come up with something for them to do, even if he couldn’t sit still for his own life.

At least Kostas can cook, he thought with a rueful grin. Hospital food had to be the worst invention in history. Even though the NHS budgets were constrained, a decent bowl of pasta with canned tomato sauce couldn’t be that expensive. Could it?

A knock on the door interrupted Thiago’s thoughts. He picked up the pillows he’d thrown to the ground in boredom and fluffed them, rearranging things so they looked somewhat neat. “Who is it?”

“It’s a friend of yours!!!” A familiar singsong voice penetrated the thick door. “Opa, the Greek Scouser is in the house!”

Thiago’s eyes lit up by a million watts. “Come in!” he called, trying not to sound too desperate.

Tsimikas did, followed by quite a few of his teammates. Thiago and Tsimikas met each other’s eyes, and Tsimikas shrieked in delight, leaping onto Thiago’s bed.

“Theé mou, o theé mou!” Tsimikas exclaimed. He gave Thiago a robust, unashamed yet platonic kiss on the forehead. “I missed you too much!”

“Nunca más, ni en mi vida.” Thiago held Tsimikas close to him, sighing in relief. “I am never going this far from you again. If I have to go to the hospital again, I’m taking you with me.”

“Jesucristo you two, get a room!” Nunez groaned. Inwardly though, he was happy to see Tsimikas smiling and laughing again. “Come on guys, let’s sing!”

Thiago glared at Tsimikas, then Adrian. “If you two dare sing my song again, ustedes están muertos!”

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Conversations With Living People

A Little Honey x Leon

Warnings- none really

A/N- Just a small conversation about the events of @angst-fairygodmother latest story. GIF by @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky

Honey contemplated the faint wrinkles around Leon's mouth and permanent etchings that grooved slightly between his eyebrows. He had that look, reserved mainly for midterms and finals these days, while poring over papers sitting at the breakfast nook. She wanted to touch him (always) and kiss the lips parted slightly in concentration instead of drinking her coffee and reading the neverending melancholy that was the New York Times. Maybe entice him into a quicky on the kitchen counter to remind herself they weren't old enough for what she was about to say.

“Jess is pregnant,” her words cut into the silence.

“I know,” Leon didn't even look up. “Problem is, she's not told either of us, has she?” He chewed on his pen while flipping the page in front of him.

“This is Sunny’s baby,” she waited for him to respond.

“Tell me you didn't expect it to be someone else's?” He didn't even look up at her. Just reached for his own coffee and took a sip. Lost in poetry exams.

“They’re just kids, Leon.” Honey found her tone unnerving.

“I'm aware of how old they are, love.”

He reached across the table to pat her hand absently. Her fist clenched and unclenched around the paper before shooing his touch away. Honey's cheeks grew hot to her dismay, and a host of things welled up inside of her.

“It's our right to know. Nicklaus is our son. And Jess is like our daughter. We didn't think our kids could live normally.” Her husband bristled like a cat. Honey kept going, “They're out there doing the same shit we did, only younger. She should talk to me, Leon. I get it! We were dumb fucking kids who got pregnant too.”

“No WE were in our twenties. We lived like children because you were afraid of giving it up. That having Selina and a house and a husband would domesticate you. So we lived like two piss poor church mice in a filthy flat with my jackass mate while stuffing enough money in the wall to buy a mansion in Kensington. Sunny and Jess are not us.”

Honey’s face flushed with anger. “They could be. Sunny has your heart. He’ll make the right choice. Jess will too. This is our baby. A Kostas baby.”

Leon neatly stacked his papers and moved the pile away from in front of himself. He finally, FINALLY, looked at her. “Honey, this baby is not your bloody business. Jessica is NOT our daughter. Nicklaus is barely our son anymore, he's so damn lost. And Selina is caught up in all of it. This is Jess’s choice. JESS’S,” he raised his voice. “Hopefully Sunny’s too. Fancy how you protested all those years about your body, your choice. Now you don't want to give her that same respect?”

“Fuck yo-” she was interrupted by a large hand clamping over her mouth. Her eyes grew several sizes. Then she let emotion drain from her face until she maintained an icy exterior. Her only betrayal was the fire inside her gaze.

“We cannot tell these kids we know their private business because WE had premonitions. We both know there's a thousand roads each of them can walk down where not a single bleeding one is wrong.” He let go of his wife’s mouth.

Honey crossed her arms and lifted her chin. The fire, she realized, was tears threatening to spill over. The want she had repressed for a decade welled up inside of her and trickled down her cheeks. She was acutely aware, suddenly, of what year it was. Of when this baby would be born. Surely they would come for him?

Leon's tone changed. His demeanor softened as he caught one of her tears with a large thumb. Honey leaned into his touch. “Jess has a family. For better or worse she has one. IF she chooses, that's who she'll turn to. You know that. I know Sunny got her this way, but she's not beholden to him is she? At least that's what you told me twenty years ago.”

“Leon, he's OUR grandson. OURS. You know how her family can be. Except her grandparents, but they're too old for this. We aren't! We're still in our forties. Can't she just give him to us? Or we might be able to pay her? Her tuition. Buy the bookstore so Mr O’Neill won't ever lose it.”

“Listen to yourself!” Leon raised his voice again. Louder. He slapped the table top without meaning to. “I love you so much, but you are a selfish vengeful bitch. Fuck’s sake, Gracie, you can't buy children! Isn't that what he did? What would he do if he knew?!”

“THIS BABY WILL BE SAFER WITH US! WE CAN HANDLE IT! WITH KLAUS AND THE OTHERS! JESS IS JUST A GIRL! A REGULAR HUMAN GIRL!”

“BUT WE CAN'T STOP HIM EITHER! REMEMBER? THAT'S WHY KLAUS BROUGHT US NICKLAUS TO BEGIN WITH! HE KILLED A VERSION OF US. Dammit, Honey Honey.” The stark contrast of the sudden quiet sent her in a spiral. “We can't replace the babies we lost.”

“I lost,” her voice barely above a whisper. Leon didn't bother correcting the words designed to sting. “I just want to be able to love our first grandchild.”

“I know.” Leon stood and kissed his wife’s head. “You've got to trust what will be is meant to be.”

Honey hated when Leon was right.

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[faroreswinds]

Golden Wildfire - Chapters 1- 4

I have started my GW route! Alright, let’s get started with note taking. 

Playing through the intro all over again was annoying, but thank god for NG+ to move things along

Honestly, Claude is pretty charming. Shame about what I hear about later, though....

I forgot that Edelgard instantly tried to hire you, it’s been over 90 hours since I played the beginning....

Claude even stays behind to apologize. This man is going to be WILD RIDE. Guess that’s why it’s called Golden WILDFIRE. Eh? EH? Come on, laugh, damn it.

Jeritza doesn’t care about his house he gets, so stop with the Teacher Theory already. It’s not proven here at all.

Thank god for NG+ and all those levels I carried over. 

Except Hilda and Claude. 

Unlike SB, all the students are here for the ride. In SB, Bernie was basically in hiding for several missions. 

Still seeing Edelgard talk with Jeritza but without the context would be confusing if you didn’t play SB first, I think. 

Time to rescue Monica. 

.....

At least she won’t be JOINING me this time. 

Also, it’s really confusing that the Mysterious Mages are a yellow enemy but my troops are also yellow

On my SB run, I would sometimes try to attack my own red troops because I was so conditions to attack Red, since Red = enemy

Let me say it again but... thank GOD for NG+. I am flying through these maps

Lorenz being a Dark Knight already is funny

Monica gets right to the point this time, since Edelgard isn’t standing there being slobbered over. 

Lorenz wants Tomas (Solon) to die for his animosity towards the church. Or something. Or he’s just being dramatic. 

Raphael literally worries if the dining hall lady is also a traitor. Kek

Wait, did Scarlet Blaze ever go over Edelgad hiring Kostas? Because here, they are wondering if Tomas hired him. But I can’t recall now if they revealed Edelgard was the one who did. Does anyone know or remember? 

Whoever voices one of the knights of serios... I have a crush on your voice. Just saying.

Nope, the transformation of Shez compared to Solon is still contrived as fuck

Claude is already investigating. Asking if Shez knows who Tomas is.

Shez asks if Claude is an outsider, after Claude mentions that he feels he met a kindrid spirit as an outsider. Kinda dropped the ball there a bit, Claude. 

Almyra is now attacking. The Kingdom and Empire are busy with a revolt in the Kingdom, and a coup in the Empire. Maybe why the Almyrans are attacking now. 

Lysithea likes it if you ask if we should ask for help from the knights.

Shamir joins us. The rest of the knights are already deployed elsewhere. The church doesn’t want to turn a blind eye to this invasion, even if their knights are spread thin. 

Guess Marianne’s adoptive father doesn’t have much troops. Interesting

It’s nice to have everyone here. In SB, you lost half your cast. 

Whelp, here is Shahid and Nader. 

Poor Nader’s previous VA. :( Rip....

Shahid wants to conquer Foldan and get the throne. Of course. 

There he is. Holst. (I’ve seen the VA on youtube, he’s so funny)

That chin tho. Almost as impressive as mine. 

I do like how different this route feels already. I’m not looking forward to how it will go, by what I’ve seen. But, it’s still a nice change of pace after 90+ hours of the Black Eagles

Nader the Undefeated, because he runs away before losing. Lol

I’ve said this before back when I played the demo, but... Shahid not recognizing his bother is weird. 

Is Shahid also the Undefeated because he ran away?

“Can’t kill him, he’s royalty. Don’t want an army to come for us for revenge”. I’m going to remember this for later.

Hilda calling Almyrans “unreasonable”.

Claude apologizing for making Hilda’s family protect the border for so long. 

Claude made sure money is going into the Locket to restore it. 

“Time for a feast!” 

Time for that time skip!

So, we don’t get to see Edelgard’s declaration of war. Just that she... declared war. 

The Alliance has been so peaceful that Shez literally has nothing to do. He sat around for two years. 

Why didn’t Shez just leave looking for other work? Or look for Jeralt? 

The Roundtable system is rough during war time, since the lords have their own territories and desires for their land to worry about. But it works well during peace time. 

Edelgard makes Shez a commander right before the time skip (one, to show her commoners she gives them chances and two to keep an eye on him per Hubert’s suggestion). Here, Claude makes Shez a commander after the time skip, because I guess he really wants him on his side. 

The lords are sending troops for the war effort. 

Except Raphael, cause Claude asked him to come. Same with Leonie. 

Except no Lorenz right now. He’s protecting the border. 

It’s nice not to see red plastered all over the camp now. The yellow is pleasant, and the music kicks ass. 

Ah, so there was talk about picking a different leader since Claude was so young. It’s the youngest that is about to go Palpitine on these nobles soon.

It really doesn’t cost much to unlock the renown units, huh?

Random NPC at camp is friends with the lovely Abysskeeper

I miss him

So, Shamir is just here because.... she happened to be this way. Lol

The camp feels so much more empty than SB did. I think we are given a lot less units right off the bat. I’m pretty sure GD gets the least amount of units total. 

Finally can see Raphael and Ignatz’s C support. It was completely locked out in SB. Can’t see it there at all. Nothing much say about it though

Leonie’s supports are also unlocked here (was also locked out of SB). Again, nothing much to say about it. Except that translation error.... calling Jeralt by his name but Shez not catching on. Cause she never actually called the captain by his name originally. 

There he is. Count Gloucester.

Lorenz is taller than his father, loooool

Man, Shez is coming more to ahead with Claude already, especially when compared to Edelgard. 

Claude is wondering if Lornez’s father will join the Empire side (”hypothetically”). 

And now we have Lorenz back in our party.

I noticed that Hilda is the one who asks you to do the chores and the cooking. In SB, Monica asks about the chores, and Ferdinand helps with the cooking. 

What do you mean Claude doesn't like the History of Foldan book gift?!

Claude suspects that Edelgard might be trying to unite Foldan and rebuild from the ground up, despite Edelgard only declaring official war on the Church. Also, Edelgard did not reach out to him about entering Alliance lands. 

Claude and Shez’s C support - So, I have seen this support before. But still worth mentioning in my notes. Shez really suggests “just take power, lol”. 

Which reminds me, Shez likes that Edelgard has complete power. They even mention in her route that Edelgard has total power in her nation. 

I really don’t understand why they gave us Shamir in this route, only for her to have no C supports with any of the GD.

She doesn’t have any supports with the BE either. 

Hilda and Shez C support - .... Bewbs

I like a Hilda that isn’t all “Don’t let me hold a weapon. :( She seemed more responsible in SB, and she seems more responsible here too.

Since I have am playing on NG+, I am having more fun with class variations. But, I’m also unlocking supports faster than Edelgard invades countries. 

Raphael may be kinda a bad person on SB with how gung ho he is about fighting, but hey! He’s still super cute here in his support with Claude. This support... I probably unlocked a little too quickly. They talk about how it’s unsafe for Raphael’s family to travel right now since peace is over, but the big fighting hasn’t technically started yet, so it feels a little early.... ah well, could be worse. 

Claude’s metaphor with Raphael is... a little strange. OK, on paper it’s ok-ish. A future where “wild animals” (the eagles and the lions) share their game rather than fight over it. And then as deer, they are happy to forge, but Claude wonders where they should forge next.

What’s good about this metaphor - Claude alluding to his desire to expand his future beyond to new horizons as “where to forge next”.

What’s not so good - The empire and the kingdom fighting over the next game. Listen, this is true LATER in the story, when the Empire (and not so much the Kingdom), is fighting for the “game”. But at the point of this story? The Empire is the only aggressor. And the Kingdom just wants to be left the fuck alone. 

It makes it feel just a little forced, if you aren’t paying attention to the world in general. 

Hilda and Leonie support - Floral oils and war. Yup. Logical. Gotta have your special floral oils for war. Just like having sweets for backing nearly all the time.

Main battle time for chapter 4!

This chapter is very similar to how Edelgard takes the Great Bridge in SB. Just the other side of that story, in a way.  

Claude is willing to let the bridge fall if it means not letting his people die a losing battle. 

But that means he is willing to let the empire march on the monastery, also innocent people, as a result. 

Urg, Archeton

He already defected

Killed him. He is always destined to die too. 

Time to retreat as Claude mentioned before. Lorenz’s father covers the retreat. 

Caspar is here. Comes out to prevent the retreat.

I don’t even feel anything about that. Like, nothing. No issues about fighting him whatsoever. 

I do like how Linhardt rescues Caspar, and that they worry about each other dying. 

Linhardt surrenders if you decide to recruit him. Caspar comes to try to and take him back (it’s honestly kinda cute), but of course we defeat him. In, Ferdinand shows up.....

Then the battle ended cause Lorenz’s father decided to also surrender to the Empire. 

Of course, Lorenz is pissed right now, although he wasn’t so mad in SB. 

To keep the Empire from running rampant in the Alliance, time to draw battle lines.

Lysithea’s house also has surrendered to the Empire. 

The monastery has been attacked, and Rhea has fled to the Kingdom.

How... do we know that though? Cause, like... in SB, Hubert makes a point that it was pure chance that they knew where Rhea went. But here, we just... know that. I guess.

The situation is pretty dire. Claude is worried about the Empire reaching the capital. And there aren’t very many noble houses that can send troops.

Ooohhh, Judith has been mentioned! 

Leonie wonders if the Kingdom can send troops, but Claude... cannot really trust them because he doesn’t know what is going on in Dimitri’s head?

This is the same guy who guessed and expected Dimitri to come running to his rescue in in AM.

Guess he needed that year to learn more about Dimitri. Guess he didn’t have the time here. 

We don’t get any of Rhea’s “KILL EDELGARD” stuff here. She’s very pleasant. 

Dimitri makes a point to say that they are an unwealthy nation and so their hospitalities to the church won’t be a hardy one. 

What’s interesting here is we don’t get Dimitri’s debate with his vassals about taking on the Church as refugees. They just take them, with only a slight mention that he would have been hated by his people if he didn’t take them. In SB, we see Dimitri hem and haw over the decision. No such case here. 

Interesting. Hubert says that the policy they promised to their vassals is turning out to be troublesome, since now they have to go rescue vassals like Lonato who didn’t follow the plan accordingly. We didn’t get such a conversation in SB. Even Edelgard agrees it’s irksome, but must be upheld. 

They are kinda villainizing Marianne's father quite a bit. 

Judith is awesome though. I’m really liking her here.

I like this politics talk. Debating about who to fill the Five Seats, and so on and so forth. 

Holst just so happened to fucking eat bad mushrooms. This isn’t a funny running joke. 

But they are making a big deal about how Claude has to go through all these hopes being in an alliance, instead of just an emperor or a king and just make decisions. 

So basically, we are going to slow down the Empire army until the defenses are set up enough to stop them from getting to the capital. 

I quickly went back to see what happens if you kill Linhardt instead of recruit him. 

Caspar is upset, lol. But of course. And he’s enraged instead. Caspar feels Linhardt won’t find peace if he dies here so he retreats. 

Kinda wish we had gotten this much rage from like... Felix when Sylvain died in SB, but to be far, Felix had fully retreated from the battlefield at that point. At least Dimitri mourned. 

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: Can’t Take That Away

Author: Steven Salvatore

Genre: YA Fiction | Romance | Friendship | Drama | Music | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Transphobia | Queerphobia | Sexism | Suicidal Ideation

Overall Rating: 9.5/10

Personal Opinion: Carey Parker is an absolute inspiration. But even more of an inspiration are their friends and family. Carey may be the face of a revolution but it’s everyone else that are the leaders. I hold so much respect and adulation for these fictional warriors of justice and it makes me want to fight even harder for myself. 

Couple Classification: Carey Parker X Cris Kostas = Artist X Artist 

Do I Own This Book? Nope.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- My favorite parts of this book are the women. Grams? She’s a badass. Carey’s number one cheerleader and constantly telling people to “give them hell” because she was fighting for women’s rights back in her heyday. Mom? Also a badass. She took her own mother’s teachings to heart and gave the schoolboard hell for their continued negligence toward protecting her kid. Monroe and Joey Cooper? Badasses! They were always there as Carey’s protectors and wanted the best for them while also dominating in their own respective fields of fashion and sports. Phoebe Wright? That bitch. She was the one who led the protest and starred in every musical prior to Carey joining. She is an inspiration and a fighter for justice and I wish I could just have a meal with her. Blanca Rodriguez? A queen! Not only for constantly pumping out anonymous articles fighting against injustice at Sunnyside but also for getting evidence to lock away Max McKagan and Mr. Jackson, even if it was only temporary. Plus, Phoebe and Blanca? Power couple. 

- Oh and I cannot forget about Dr. Potter. She is also a queen for always being in Carey’s corner as their therapist and helping them come out, learn to love themselves, and gather the tools they need to succeed. I also just love mental health experts in general so yeah.

- Thom is so cool too! He’s just chilling at his cafe, simping for Monroe, and offering his own business space (for free!) for the student-led protests. I think he had like one or two lines of dialogue and still, he made such an impact by just being a quiet supporter for LGBTQ+ rights. A true ally. At least, I assume he’s straight. I actually have no idea. He could be bi or pan.

- And Mr. Kelly is such a good teacher too! He was the only one Carey told about their suicidal ideations and it is just so important to me that they had an adult they could trust while at school. An adult that allows them to fully be themself and proud. And his speech about not being an out gay kid when he was in high school but finding courage because Carey is out now just fills me with so much queer joy. Let’s not forget that this whole story started with Mr. Kelly giving Carey their bracelets!

- I have gripes with Carey as a character but they’re pretty much all about how they had handled the Cris thing. Overall, I respect the hell out of them. They are so well-spoken and they knew how to deliver a speech about being a human being deserving of respect.

- It is chilling how Phoebe, a Black girl, saw the police presence at the protest and got nervous. It is unnerving how they all know Mr. Jackson would not have been fired had it not been for Blanca finding out he didn’t have the proper credentials to teach and not for his blatant discrimination. It is just so disgusting but so real. It really does make you tired of fighting. But Carey and the rest of the Savage Six are just so brave and strong to keep at it. Respect.

Dislikes:

- When your mom, your therapist, your besties, and total strangers are all telling you to talk to the boy, you should probably fucking talk to the boy, Carey! It took way too long for them to express their feelings for Cris out loud and the first person to hear it wasn’t even Cris! It was his ex! And they also ran off after going to Carnegie Hall and they didn’t say anything after Cris kissed them and it was honestly so frustrating to read. Like, child, get your shit together!

- Carey is right when they said they fucked up. I don’t blame them for initially giving Cris the cold shoulder but the fact that Cris had apologized every day and sent little gifts and sang a song for him (TWICE) and yet Carey still ignored him bugs me. Nah, if I were Cris and saw him kissing Isaiah, I would’ve been done already. He is a better man than me. God, I read so many stories about Asian men getting screwed over and still putting the happiness of their crushes ahead of themselves. Jay’s Gay Agenda, The Summer of Everything, now this. At least Manuia gave up on his undeserving love interest.

- Fuck Max and his incel ass. Oh my god, there are too many straight white guys that think like him and it makes me sick to think that guys like him are just out there. An evil that is too real.

- Fuck Mr. Jackson too! He’s a whole mess in several senses of the word and I’d like to kick him in the balls.

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people are so mean to liam (kosta) and by people I mean the other characters...? I know most of the crew starts out butting heads in one way or another but their early interactions with him especially are so ??😭 Let him talk about his action vids omfg what happened to companionship. Team spirit. You guys are killing me

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 2)

⚫️A/N: you guys blew me away with the reaction to part one, thank you so much!! it was amazing reading all the comments and i really hope you'll like this part just as much! next update however i think will only happen after christmas since i have three fics planned to come out during the holidays!

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.2k

SERIES MASTERPOST

“Cheers to the bitch, whose written porn Professor Styles is reading!”

Ramona and Kostas giggle as your glasses clink in the middle, but your eyes widen at her.

“Can you not scream that in a packed bar, Ram?” you gape at her, eyeing Dean by her side who is not supposed to know about the story, but judging from how unfazed he is, Ramona told him everything.

“He knows,” Ramona confirms your suspicion and you roll your eyes at her, taking a sip from your drink.

This week has been exhausting for the three of you, Ramona has been miserable without Dean who just returned to town yesterday, Kostas got dumped by the guy he’s been seeing for a few weeks and you… well, you wrote a dirty fanfiction of your professor and accidentally turned it in as your assignment, got busted and then found out he’s been reading it in his free time after finding a copy on his desk. What a wild ride it has been!

You all agreed you need to get out of the apartment a bit, let loose and have some fun, so you decided to reserve a table at the bar closest to the campus that’s that most popular place in the neighborhood to have some drinks, dance and let loose.

It’s been two days since you left your paper on Professor Styles’ desk along with his copy of your dirty story to let him know he was busted. You haven’t heard of him since then, though his only choice to get in contact with you would be via emails and it’s not exactly a topic that should be discussed online. Now you’re just curiously waiting for Wednesday to roll around and see what his next step will be.

Tonight however you’re determined to forget about it all and just enjoy yourself, maybe meet someone new and exciting, you’re definitely in the mood to mess around a bit and you’ve seen a few promising, handsome guys around tonight.

“With the dirty mind you have, you better not give Ramona shit about phone sexing though,” Dean snorts, reaching for his beer.

“My writing is silent, can’t be heard over the wall,” you retort and Ramona slaps your arm in warning. “Alright, sorry! I won’t bring it up again. But you can’t tease me about Professor Styles either.”

“It’s not teasing, I’m actually jealous. Do you guys think he jerked off to your story?” Ramona asks so naturally as if one, you weren’t sitting in a packed bar and two, her boyfriend wasn’t sitting right next to her. It always amazes you how laid back they are, having been together for almost three years, they are definitely comfortable enough around each other to talk about riskier things without ending up having a fight.

“Definitely,” Kostas nods confidently and you just laugh at how invested they are in the story. “I’m surprised the paper wasn’t drenched in cum.”

“Oh my God!” you gasp at how unhinged he is. “Can we just not talk about my professor’s cum?”

“I love how that sounds coming from your mouth,” Ramona cackles before downing her drink and you do the same. You’re gonna need the alcohol to put up with these idiots you call your roommates and friends.

Luckily, they ditch the whole dirty professor thing and let you forget about it for one night. One drink follows the other and soon enough you all move to the dance floor, enjoying the upbeat pop music the DJ is playing tonight. You see a lot of familiar faces from campus and classes, but there’s a fair amount of new ones as well.

When you go to get yourself another drink you notice a handsome, blonde guy checking you out not far down the bar from you. He looks definitely older than the college boys from school, but not inappropriately old for you to feel uncomfortable by his interest in you. He looks to be around thirty, which is still in the range of what you consider decent for your twenty-three years old self.

You ask for your drink and wait for the bartender to return with it, in the meantime you wait patiently, trying your best to look like you haven’t even noticed the guy. From the corner of your eye you see him downing his drink at once before saying something to the guys he is with before heading your way.

“I’m only visiting here, but now I feel like I’ve been missing out not coming here earlier.”

Turning to your left you finally see him, he looks handsome, piercing blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and a cheeky, boyish smirk as he leans against the bar sideways.

“Judging from your accent you’ve come a long way to be here,” you smile back at him coyly and he raises his eyebrows impressed.

“And where do you think I’m from?”

“Undoubtedly Ireland,” you answer confidently. “Am I right?”

“Absolutely,” he nods chuckling before he sticks his hand out. “I’m Niall.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you,” you smile, shaking his hand just as the bartender places your drink in front of you.

“I’ll pay for this and can I get a beer too?” Niall nods at the bartender and he disappears right away.

“What brings you here all the way from Ireland, Niall?” you cock your head to the side as you grab your drink and take a sip.

“Just visiting some friends. Finally got a longer vacation, thought I would come and see what’s happening overseas,” he smirks, leisurely leaning against the bar. He is wearing a fitted black shirt with short sleeves and a pair of white pants, he looks undeniably good and charming, you’re a bit surprised you caught his eyes, but it also boosts your ego.

“That sounds nice.”

“And I assume you’re a student around here?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“I am, yes. Second year of my master’s.”

“Wow, so you’re not only unbelievably beautiful, but smart too!”

You love his accent, how the words roll off his tongue and you can’t hold your smile back as he shamelessly checks you out.

“And what are you studying?”

“Mathematics,” you answer proudly, because most of the time it earns you some surprised and amused looks. Most people assume you’re probably majoring in English or something similar, and though you have an evident passion for literature, which explains why you’re taking Creative Writing for extra credits, you knew you have better chances in a field that has a high demand. You worked hard to be good at what you study and you’ll most likely score a nice job fresh out of college as a statistician at some multinational company earning more than at most starter jobs.

“Wow. I’m gonna have to think twice what I’m saying, because you are definitely the smarter out of the two of us,” Niall chuckles. The bartender returns with his beer and he pays for the drinks before the guy moves on to the next customer.

“What do you do? I’m sure you’re good at something I’m not.”

“I do a lot of things, but lately I’ve been focusing on producing music.”

“Really? Is there a chance I’ve heard something you’ve had business with?”

“There is, though I’ve been working mostly with artists in the UK and generally in Europe.”

“Well, I assure you that you know more about music than I do,” you smirk at him, brushing your hair over your shoulders seductively. Niall catches onto it, his gaze wanders down the length of your neck and shoulder before it returns to your face.

The two of you chat for a while, the conversation flows easily and Niall is flirting heavily with you. You start inching closer to each other until your arm is pressed against his chest and his fingers occasionally dance over your shoulder.

“Can I be brutally honest with you, Y/N? I feel like I can come clean to you,” he sighs at one point.

“Of course, go ahead,” you nod smiling, though you have a feeling what he is about to say.

“I feel like we are great together and I would love to take this even further, but you need to know that I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m not from around here, came here for a good time and that’s exactly what I’m looking for tonight as well.”

Some girls would get offended by his words, but not you, especially since you feel the same way. He is charming and a great company, but definitely not the type you’d even consider thinking about long term. The perfect candidate for some easy fun.

“Mm, and you think that you can find that with me, huh?” you smirk at him slyly, running your tongue across your lips. He doesn’t miss the action, his blue eyes glistening when they return to your gaze.

“Definitely. I hope I didn’t get the wrong vibes.”

“Not at all,” you smirk at him. “Why don’t we go dance a bit and then… see where the night heads?”

“Are you reading my mind,” he chuckles and taking your hand he pulls you to the dance floor, melting into the moving crowd.

You feel no shame as you hook your arms around his neck, his hands grabbing onto your waist as he pulls you against him. He dances well, maybe even better than you, the way he moves his hips is definitely outstanding. This is just what you needed, having fun with no expectations with a hot Irish guy, just letting the steam out after a long and tiring week.

You can tell he is thinking about going in for a kiss, but you beat him and pull him down, lips pressing against his as the two of you unite in a hot, passionate kiss, your bodies still moving to the rhythm, one of his hands flat against your back while the other one wanders down to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, just hard enough to make you moan against his mouth.

There is no doubt you’ll go home with him if he asks and you have a feeling he definitely wants to leave with you.

You feel a tug on your arm and pulling back from Niall you’re met with Ramona right next to you with an apologetic look on her face. She leans closer to your ear so you can hear her words.

“There’s a bit of a situation. Kostas totally trashed himself, we should take him home. Dean can help, but he can’t spend the night and I don’t want to stay alone with him if he starts throwing up.”

Damn it, Kostas!

Though you’re disappointed you have to go home without Niall, you know you can’t let your friends alone. Ramona mouths ‘I’m so sorry’ as she looks back at you, peeking at the oblivious Niall who still has his arms around you.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” you tell her and nodding she disappears in the crowd.

“Everything alright?” Niall asks leaning closer.

“I’m really sorry, but one of my roommates drank too much, we need to take him home.”

Part of you is afraid that he’ll flip at you, any guy your age would be pissed they spent so much time with you and then they can’t have their happy ending. However, Niall only seems worried.

“Oh, I understand. Do you need help with him?”

“I’m not sure what state he is in, I gotta check,” you sigh. Niall takes your hand and the two of you make your way out of the bar.

Stepping out into the cool evening, you spot your friends to the right. Kostas is sitting on the ground, his back against the brick wall and he has his eyes closed, he looks pretty sick, Ramona didn’t exaggerate.

“Shit, we should call an Uber, there’s no way he can walk home,” you grimace, taking a look at him.

“Yeah, already called one,” Ramona nods, holding her phone up. “It’ll be here in five.”

“Cool.” Turning you face Niall with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry we have to end the evening like this.”

“No worries, your friend really needs your help.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Another week.”

“Give me your phone,” you tell him smirking and he follows your trail of thoughts just right. He hands his phone to you and watches you type your number in quickly, giving yourself a ring so you have his number as well before handing it back to him. “Maybe we can continue what we started sometime before you leave.”

“Definitely,” he nods smirking. The car pulls over and Dean starts to pull Kostas up from the ground as Ramona opens the car door.

“See you later then,” you smile at Niall, kissing him one last time before going over to help Dean out.

The three of you manage to get him in the car and you finally head home in one piece. Kostas starts throwing up the moment you get home, you barely make it with him to the bathroom, so you left just in time.

“I’m never drinking again!” he growls, his head hanging into the toilet. You just laugh at him, dragging his jeans off of him while Ramona gets his bed ready for him.

It’s a bit of a struggle, but once he has emptied everything he drank tonight, you can finally drag him to bed and he basically faints as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“So, who was the hot guy you danced with?” Ramona asks in excitement as the two of you are sitting in the kitchen, hydrating a bit before heading to bed as well.

“His name is Niall, he is Irish,” you tell her with a coy smirk.

“He seemed older,” she hums.

“Thirty-two.”

“Wow, he is almost a decade older than you!” Ramona gawks at you with an impressed smirk.

“I know, but he was hot, right?” you chuckle, chugging down your water. “There’s a chance we are meeting up before he leaves.”

“Go girl!” she cheers, making you laugh.

You chat a bit more before both of you head to bed. All the alcohol got you quite tired so it feels nice to sink into the mattress and finally sleep it all off.

Even though you haven’t seen Professor Styles since Wednesday and you’ve had an amazing time with Niall, you still dream about the professor that evening. Something very similar to your story. A chapter two, maybe.

Harry can’t help but growl when he walks out of his bedroom in the morning on Sunday and see a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the guest bedroom. He stops in his tracks as he stares down at the discarded pieces, taking a good look at them, realizing that there are no women’s clothes among them, only the ones he saw his friend leave the house, though that doesn’t mean he came back on his own.

Picking up the clothes he throws them into the hamper in the bathroom before heading into the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Last night Niall begged him to come with him and some of his buddies to the bar, but he was adamant to stay at home, knowing well that place is always packed with students from campus. Though he likes to think of himself as a well-liked teacher, getting drunk with his students is not something he is fine with doing.

Especially not after the week he just had.

When he walked into his office on Thursday and saw your paper on his desk his life flashed in front of his eyes upon noticing what laid next to it. He panicked, almost threw up and then ended up destroying the printed version even though he still has the file on his computer. He thought about deleting it as well, and he did, but only from his work computer. It’s still very much there on his laptop that’s now in his bedroom.

He knows that you know that he kept the document. Not only that, but you saw his markings, making it obvious that he did more than just reading. Damn, he wanted to jump out the window when he realized the trouble he brought on himself. But he couldn’t help himself.

At first he was furious when he saw what kind of work you uploaded as your assignment. Reading the first few lines it became clear that this wasn’t your story you’ve started working on this semester and he wanted to write you an email instantly, but then he kept reading. And then he read it again. And again. And by the fourth time he was rock hard.

He went to take a cold shower, but it did not help. He ended up jerking off in the shower, thinking about the scene from your story and he didn’t even think about someone else instead of you. He saw your face clearly as he made himself come and he came harder than ever probably. He hated himself for that.

And then there was your face when he confronted you about the mistake. How lost you looked, how innocent, he could barely believe those lines that got him hard came from you. But when you mentioned not getting punished, he almost lost his fucking mind.

He wanted to punish you, but not in a way that was acceptable within the school’s walls. He pictured you across his lap in that tiny skirt you wrote about, baring your ass for him as he slaps his hand against it several times, making you whimper and moan until you’re so wet he just needs to fuck you senseless.

The eggs start sizzling in the pan in front of him and it snaps him out of his dirty thoughts. It’s been occurring quite often, catching himself thinking about the things you want him to do to you and the things he came up with. The list is still unfinished.

The door of the guest bedroom opens and he hears a set of lazily dragged feet tapping on the floor before the bathroom door opens and closes. Harry grabs two plates as he divides the eggs just when the toasts pop up in the toaster. By the time Niall emerges from the bathroom, his breakfast is already waiting for him on the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Mother. You always take great care of me,” he jokes in a hoarse tone as he climbs up to the stool.

“How is the hangover after thirty?” Harry bites back, only earning a grimace from his friend as he joins him on the stool next to him.

“You should have come, we had a blast!” he groans as he digs into the food. “So many pretty young girls, amazing!”

“And that’s exactly the reason why I didn’t go, I told you. I probably teach half of them.”

“I’m sure they would love to fulfill their fantasy of hooking up with their teacher,” Niall laughs, still not taking it as seriously as Harry does. Harry wants to snap at him, but the first thing that pops into his mind is your specific fantasy he had the luck to read about.

“Aren’t you a little too old for these young girls?” he grumbles at last, stuffing his mouth with eggs.

“I apparently was not for the one I danced with, because she was very much okay to have my tongue down his throat!” he cackles, clearly proud of himself.

“Then how come you came home alone?” Harry rolls his eyes.

“Her friend drank too much and they had to take him home. But don’t worry, I got her number.”

“And what? You’ll just meet up with her for a quick round?”

“That is exactly what I plan to do.”

“Is she planning the same thing?”

“For your information, yes. I was honest with her, told her I’m not looking for anything serious, just a bit of fun and she was completely on board with that. Very mature of her, she could have easily told me to fuck off for looking for just some fucking.”

Niall finishes his food and loads the dishes into the dishwasher before pouring himself some more coffee while Harry is still eating. Harry glances up at his friend and for a moment he sees the same guy he befriended all this time ago.

The two of them have been long time friends, having gone to the same high school. Niall was always the wilder one out of them, but it was part of the balance. Harry was there to ground him when he was going off the charts. Niall was a great enthusiast of women even when he couldn’t even grow a beard. He always had at least two girls he was after and never backed out of a challenge. Though through the years he has definitely matured and even had a few serious relationships, he can still get back to the groove so easily when he has no one tying him down.

“I thought I would invite her over this afternoon, if it’s alright by you.”

Harry freezes, the fork dropping from his hand as he looks up at his friend.

“Absolutely not?!”

“What? Why? Come on, man. You wouldn’t say no if you saw her! Damn, she looked so fine, smooth skin, sweet scent, she moved so good on the dance floor, I can’t miss out on her!”

“What if she is my student, Niall? You can’t bring her here!”

“Chill, I’m pretty sure she is not your student, she is studying math, probably has nothing to do with the English department,” Niall scoffs, downing his second cup of coffee before putting the mug into the dishwasher as well.

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“There’s a great chance. Come on, are you really gonna be a cockblock?”

“Why can’t you go after women your age that don’t go to the school I teach at?” Harry growls shaking his head, already knowing he won’t say no to his friend. Niall would annoy him until he changes his mind and he is not in the mood to put up with the pestering. “She can come over but I won’t be here, just in case.”

“Bro, I owe you, big time!” Niall chuckles, patting his back as he walks past him.

“You already owe me for letting you stay here. You earn three times as much as I do and yet you didn’t bother booking a hotel room. You could bring anyone there, you know that?”

“But it’s so amazing being with my best buddy, just like in college, remember?” Niall chuckles before disappearing in the bathroom. A few moments later Harry hears the water running. Sighing he puts his own dishes into the dishwasher before cleaning up in the kitchen and retreating into his room, trying to ignore the feeling in his guts that something will definitely go off the rails soon.

Niall’s guest is set to come over around six. Harry made dinner plans with Nina Alvarez from the university, they’ve been spending more time together since her divorce a couple of months ago, though it’s strictly friendly on Harry’s side.

Now he is just trying to squeeze in some work before he is forced out of his own home so his friend could have a nice fuck. It really is like college all over again, when he and Niall shared a dorm room the first year.

His nose buried in a stack of essays for his International Literature class, he is working through the lines relentlessly, marking everything that’s out of place or nonsense before scribbling a point and grade on them.

When he has come across the third paper that had the eerily similar bullshit in it, he realizes he needs to take a break.

“Wankers,” he growls, putting those three in one stack so he can question the students about it. Other teachers would just simply fail them, but Harry is not trying to chase anyone out of school. He would rather have them redo it and get maybe a grade lower because of their fuck-up instead of just giving them an F without a word.

He turns to his computer, answering an email quickly before he checks some of the assignments handed in online. He got a notification of a late upload and it takes him to the page for his Creative Writing class and without skipping a beat, his eyes snap down to your name in the list.

Now everyone has their assignment attached, except you, since he has deleted yours out of the system, afraid that someone else might see it and get the both of you into trouble. You for sending it in and him for not reporting it. But as he hovers the cursor above your name he thinks about the downloaded document that’s buried deep on his computer.

He pulls up the folder he saved it into and opens up the menu where he has the chance to delete it. He brings the cursor above it and his finger lingers on the touchpad, so close to clicking on it, but instead of getting rid of the cursed document, he ends up opening it.

His adrenaline rises again as his eyes scan over the first page, knowing the words all too well. The thought of you creeps into his mind, your innocent, pretty face as you sit at his lecture and take notes, occasionally answering questions. The way you often tug your hair behind your ears so it doesn’t fall into your face when you’re writing, the curve of your nose that dips into your cupid’s bow and then your soft lips.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. You definitely caught his attention the first time you walked into his class, but that was supposed to be it. You are not the first pretty girl to sit through his rambling about writing and fiction and he knew he would forget about you easily. But then you pulled this stupid stunt and he hasn’t been able to think about anything else than the dirty fantasy of yours you let him in on accidentally.

Before he could stop himself, he starts rereading the story again, feeling himself hardening in his sweatpants by the time he reaches the end of the first page.

“Fuck,” he adjusts himself, mouth going dry when he gets to the part where you go into detail how you touch his hard cock for the first time, what it feels like under your touch and how wet it makes you to think about that you got him so hard.

The adjusting turns into gentle squeezing, he palms himself as he devours the story as if it was his first time reading and before he could realize it, he pulls his cock out of his pants and underwear, his erection weighing into his palm, begging for relief as he starts stroking himself. He wants to believe that your writing only gets him so worked up because it’s been too long since the last time he was with anyone. He is not a fan of casual hookups, so ever since he broke up with his previous girlfriend over six months ago, it’s been only his hands and porn that got him off time to time.

But deep down he knows that it’s you.

He is reading your story with growing hunger, his hand jerking him off relentlessly as he pushes himself closer to his relief, picturing everything just as you wrote, seeing it all happen like a movie in front of his eyes. When he almost moans out loud at the part where you go on and on about clenching your walls around him as he fucks into you on the tiny sofa he has in his office, he reminds himself that he is not alone and the last thing he needs is Niall busting him jerking off like a teenager. Also, side note, he hasn’t been able to look at that sofa since he has read your story.

His climax reaches him when you come in the story, the way you describe how the sensation sets you on fire has him in a chokehold every time he reads it. He pushes himself away from the desk just in time so his cum doesn’t get on any of the essays he discarded to pleasure himself. He tugs on his twitching dick a few more times, his hand and sweatpants on his thighs covered in his sticky, hot cum, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

When the fog of his pleasure disappears he takes a look at himself and a wave of shame washes over him. He knows it’s fucked up and he knows that it’s gonna get even worse when he has to face you again, knowing that you saw the print on his desk in his office, but he just can’t control himself. It’s like you live rent free in his head in your stupid school girl uniform that makes him hard in a heartbeat.

He cleans himself up and changes his pants, hoping Niall won’t notice that it’s a different one than the one he wore in the morning. Checking the time he sees that it’s five, so he’ll have to leave soon if he doesn’t want to run into Niall’s guest.

Walking out of his room he hears his friend talking on the phone in the guest bedroom. Though he is here on vacation, he still has some business to do and he’s been making calls a few times every day, it’s probably one of those again.

Locking himself up in the bathroom Harry washes his face, the cold water sobering him up from his little jerk-party in his room. When he stares at his reflection in the mirror he tries to figure out who this guy is that’s looking back at him, because he knows for a fact that the man he believed himself to be would never do what he just did minutes ago.

On his way back to his bedroom he hears the doorbell ring and he stops, checking the time again. It’s only five fifteen, so it can’t be Niall’s girl. His friend is still talking in his room, evidently arguing with someone so Harry thinks it’s probably just his neighbor.

He usually checks out who’s at the door through the peephole, but he is so all over the place that he just walks up to the door and swings it open. A mistake that a moment later gives him a heart attack.

Because it’s not his neighbor, not even Jehovah’s Witnesses though he wishes they were standing there. Anything would be better than the sight of him.

You’re standing there, dressed in a simple, black dress, a bottle of wine in your hands and at first you seem just as surprised to see him as he is. But you snap out of it faster than he is, a coy smile tugging on your lips as you let out a chuckle.

“Well, this is one hell of a plot twist, don’t you think, Professor Styles?”

NEXT PART

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