#so she comes back for his benefit only to take him to get school supplies and the train and make sure he's not too overwhelmed with magic

[enbysiriusblack]

just realised i have a habit of headcanoning characters leaving the wizarding world and magic behind them...

mary macdonald, lydia pettigrew, draco malfoy, remus lupin, andromeda tonks, etc.

[blue-sadie]

Fuck Me Boy

Fuck-Boy Lo'ak Sully x Nerd Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 1 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: being paired with the fboy of the school what can go wrong

Warning: slut shaming, desk sex, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

Being the invisible and quiet nerd that everyone looks over has its benefits and downfalls like hearing the latest drama from the popular girls who think no one is in the bathroom stall.

One of the biggest things that is happening right now is lo'ak sully the schools best football player and one of the biggest fuck boys in school following his older brothers footsteps.

His recent 'toy' was narri one of my close friends who hasn't been to school since the incident because of the photos he shared of her giving him a bj in the boys locker room.

I haven't had much incounters with him but one being one of the 'smart' people I was paired with him for a project which got me into this current situation.

I knocked lightly on the wooden door gently fiddling with my hands as I waited for reply 'come on I'm freezing' I internally rolled my eyes as I waited rocking on my heels.

"Hello" I quickly straightened up as Mrs sully opened the door looking tired with a little girl on her hip "hi sorry I'm here for lo'ak" I murmured adjusting my bag on my shoulder she quickly opened up the door letting me in.

"Second door to your right darling" she smiled pointing up the stairs "thank you" I murmured slowly walking up the stairs dreading each step as I reached the last step I stood in the hallway 'why couldn't he come to my house' I huffed.

"Aren't you a cute thing" I gasped feeling a sting on my ass glaring up at the culprit which neteyam in nothing but sweatpants "like what you see princess" he teased.

He moved in closer till he was only inches apart and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by lo'ak clearing his throat "leave her alone" he grumbled glaring at neteyam as I looked at him.

"Come on" he muttered retreating back into his dimly lit room "bye princess" neteyam murmured biting his lip as I went into the room "close the door" lo'ak murmured sitting down at his desk picking up his gaming controller.

"Nope not happening" I muttered setting me books onto his bed "and why the fuck not" lo'ak laughed dryly turning to me in his chair "because I know you lo'ak I know as soon as I close that door your gonna try something so not gonna happen" I growled getting my supplies out.

He grumbled to himself as he got up and slammed the door "whatever your whore friend told you it's not gonna happen to you so you don't have to worry about it" he said through greeted teeth.

"She is not a whore" I muttered defending my friend "no she just ended up on her knees in the boys locker room for nothing" he rolled his eyes "she is not a whore" I muttered again "well if your so sure look on my phone" he grumbled pointing to the untouched device next to me.

I shakily picked it up and turned it on and my eyes widened in shock as a video started to play I watched in horror as my friend was sucking someone's dick as others around her jerked off "press the unmute bottom" lo'ak murmured.

I did so and my heart sunk "please cum in my mouth" she begged "suck a slut" a boy yelled out and she only agreed I quickly threw the phone down my breathing became uneven "she is a whore" lo'ak laughed sitting on the bed infront of me.

"She begged me to take photos and I just obliged" he smirked but gasped as I slapped him "that isn’t her" I whimpered as tears started to slip out my eyes "it can't be" I looked down at my lap letting the tears leave little wet patches on my jeans "cry baby" lo'ak muttered getting up and back to his spot at his desk.

I sat silently for a few moments before starting to pack up in a hurry "where do you think your going" lo'ak muttered looking at me "anywhere away from you" I cried shoving stuff into my bag and getting up "what about the project" he said standing up as well "forget it".

I tried walking out the door but was yanked into his arms my hands landing on his chest "listen to me, look at me" he growled forcing me to look up at him and for the first actual time I saw something other then lust and hunger it was filled with care.

"Like I said before nothing that happened to her will happen to you I won't try anything" he let go of me and put his hands up "now can we please just focus on our project" he murmured stepping aside, I sucked in a shakey breathe "fine but turn off the games" I stated.

He nodded moving to the desk and switching off his console and watched as I neared the bed "come sit here" he said pulling out a stool from under the desk "come on I don't bite" he laughed, I rolled my eyes in annoyance and hesitantly sat next to him and watched as he cleared a space for me.

"Ok let's get started" I whispered taking out my supplies and laying them out neatly and grabbed all our information and books laying them out in order "dam your ocd".

-A Few Hours Later-

"Finally" I yawned stretching out my arms "dam" I looked at lo'ak as he licked his lips looking at me breasts my face tinted a light purple "hey" I yelled smacking his chest "what I'm a guy it's in my genes to stare at boobs" he laughed "I'm just surprised you have any" he smiled.

"And why's that smartass" I tilted my head looking at him "I just mean if other girls had your boobs they'd flaunt them infront of guys faces" he chuckled "well I'm not like the cheerleaders" I shook my head in disgust "your not like any girl you mean".

I gave him a look of confusion "come I watch you in class your always reading I never see you without tights under your uniform you hate showing off unless it's for some nerd competition and you always spend break in the library" blush spread across my cheeks as he talked "you watch me" I asked making him shut his mouth and scratch the back of his head.

"I may be a bad person but I still have taste" he chuckled making my blush brighten even more I looked down at my lap and nervously started to play with my fingers "don't go all shy on me now" he said using his two fingers to tilt my head back up "I won't bite.... well unless you want me to".

I was about to speak when he leaned forward crashing his lips to mine my heart flattered and i closed my eyes leaning into the kiss his hands wondered to my hips pulling me onto his lap "fuck I wanted to do this for a long time" I muttered moving his lips to my neck.

My brain is telling me to stop and leave but my body and heart is telling me to do this "what's wrong" he asked pulling away staring into my eyes "it-it's nothing" I murmured looking down at me lap "come on I won't do anything your not comfortable with" he whispered laying soft pecks on my face.

He gently lifted me up and put me on his desk and stood between my legs and his hand caressed my cheek guiding my face to his "can i" he asked moving his other hand to my skirt "please" I whispered, he smirked standing back and pulling his shirt over his head leaving his toned chest exposed.

I ran my hands down his chest to his pants undoing the knot "wow look who is impatient" he chuckled darkly and his hands went to undo my blouse but got impatient and ripped it off "i never knew you were a lace girl" he smirked biting his lip, I was wearing a simple black lace set of underwear.

"Now let's see you without this skirt" he murmured pulling off my skirt and taking off his pants "fuck your gorgeous" he growled grazing his hands up and down my thighs.

"Please lo'ak" I whined as he finally raised his hands to my underwear slipping two of his fingers into my panties running them up and down my slight before plunging in "fuck" I whimpered throwing my head back as he curled them and used his thumb to rub my clit.

He licked his fingers clean and groaned at the taste "so fucking sweet" he cursed "now since you handled my fingers do you think you can handle this" he grinned pushing off his boxers letting his cock spring loose.

I started at him with lustfulled eyes and watched carefully as he entered me "shit your tight" he growled and gave me a few moments to adjust before he started moving our moans and groans started to fill the room as his hands wondered all over my body my breasts being one of his favorites.

"fuck their like hentai boobs I can't believe you hide these things" I would've have laughed at him my mind was started to go blank and my eyes becoming half lidded the pleasure was amazing, his thrusts began to speed up and his desk began to shake "fuck I love to see your boobs bounce every time I thrust into you" he groaned throwing his head back.

His hands slowly started to grab and scratch at my skin and his cock began to pulse "are you gonna cum with me slut" he muttered and started to rub my clit again I bit my lip holding back a chocked scream "I'll take that as a yes" he growled going faster, my eyes began to flatter as I felt my climax nearing again.

"Lo'ak" I whimpered out as the knot in my stomach began to tighten "cum for me again baby" he cooed I squealed out as I cam around him and he quickly pulled out and cam on my stomach "fuck we have to that again" he huffed out and leaned his hands beside me.

"How was that baby" he grinned and laughed as I only whined in response "I'll get something to clean you up" he murmured going over to his cardboard and grabbing a few things "here" he smirked handing me a white shirt before wiping my stomach, thighs and pussy

"there all cleaned up now put on that shirt I don't think I can control myself if those things are out any longer" he growled playfully, he helped me put my clothes back on before bringing me over to the bed to watch some TV shows on his laptop.

After a while I packed up our finished project and my other supplies and he walked me down stairs and out the door and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"See you monday"

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@avatar4eva

@sweetirilly

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[stevenose]

don’t delete the kisses - 4/?

landing page

a camboy!steve au

this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; modern/camboy!steve; pining!!!!!!! so much pining!; eddie munson on thin fuckin ice!; whatever vickie and robin’s ship name is; drug use (mary juana!); reader gets too high, steve takes care of them; accidental confession!; inner panic!

author’s note: sorry for the lack of sexy in this! more sexy coming soon - for now enjoy two idiots pining for each other :)

it’s been a month. 30 days. and you’ve been doing so good.

you’re like a reformed pervert. sure, it’s flirty. steve’s got a knack for being a charmer whether he means to be or not. but you’re so good at acting casual, at hiding your obvious want for him. reminding yourself that the embarrassment of telling him that you’ve watched him - jerked off to him - and of being wrong about it is just too much. a relationship that starts with doing things behind each other’s backs was most likely bound to fail.

and, really - you’re doing good! so is steve. he’s got enough money to pay for a few month’s rent at a place in indianapolis and he moves there with robin. totally covers her rent for her so she can find a school and a job somewhere good while he considers his own prospects away from their tiny hometown. they’re farther away, but having their own space has many benefits. you’ll be free to hang out without ever-watching adults, free to smoke and drink and be generally stupid.

you’re invited to their housewarming party, which is coming up this saturday.

“i’ll see if i can make it,” you tell steve, just to hear him groan at you. it’s different - he’s on the other side of the counter now, no longer an employee. a customer, if you can even call him that. he’s mostly just a handsome nuance.

“come on,” he says, reaching for you, making you smile and duck your head as you turn around to stack some DVDs. “after all i’ve done for you?”

“you mean like quit your job? you know i’m the only one here now.”

“i’m sorry!” he cries. “how about i just pay you instead?”

“sure,” you laugh. “for what?”

and when your eyes lock, his brown irises are a little deepened, intense. you feel entirely too hot. you’re quick to face away from him completely, fucking around with the inventory system. “i’ll be there, steve, you know i will.”

“promise?” he asks, leaning across the counter as far as he can, poking you in the back with his pinky. you reach back and take it in yours.

“pinky.”

“pack a bag. in case,” he adds quickly. “eddie’s… supplying. not that it’s any good.”

“you mean my close personal friend eddie munson will be at your party? i’m absolutely coming now.”

steve makes a gruff noise behind you. “i’ve gotta go get some things from my house - my parents house. text me, okay?”

and while you do text, the tone has shifted substantially since the night you nearly sexted. it’s almost sickening how boring it is. he’s only ever not treating you like you’re made of porcelain when you’re with him in person. you sort of wish it was the opposite.

===

you feel so stupid arriving with your overnight kanken in the backseat. no way you’re spending the night. where would you even sleep? robin and steve hardly have a couch. it’s a thrift store find and you’re not even one hundred percent certain it’s not filled with bed bugs. vickie’ll be here for robin, you’re sure, so the floor of her room is out. and sleeping in steve’s room makes you feel a little nauseous and giddy.

you swallow it.

steve’s quick to greet you when you knock, wrapping you in a hug like he really didn’t think you’d come. even after you’d texted him.

on my way!

You mean it? 🥺

yes

silly

Don’t text and drive. Silly.

there’s a good sized crowd inside. nothing too insane. some kids steve knows who he’s constantly cleaning up after - “dickheads! this is new carpet!” - and some friends of robin’s from band. she hugs you heavy when she sees you, beaming wide before going back to her place beside vickie. “you know vickie, don’t you?”

it’s something robin always does. it’s like she’s so enamored with vickie that she has to show her off - which is adorable.

“we’ve met,” you say, waving. “anything good to drink?”

“robin made sangria,” vickie says. she blushes when robin squeezes her hand.

“incredible,” you answer, “i’m going to try it out!”

eddie munson nearly body slams you when you enter their kitchen. “shit! didn’t see ya,” he says, steadying you. he’s quick to let go and take a step back. “hey,” he says. “i’ve been - meaning to talk to you. i’m real sorry about the thing… at the place. at the restaurant.”

you furrow your brows as you grab a cup. “i’m sorry?”

“for how i acted,” he insists. “i’m sorry i made you uncomfortable.”

“you didn’t!” you laugh.

eddie falters just slightly. “oh. steve - nevermind.”

you pause. steve what? steve told him you were uncomfortable? it’s so beyond the truth. but if you think about it, you can maybe understand why that happened, and it makes your stomach flip.

“we’re good, dude,” you say, clapping him on the shoulder. “now where’s that shit weed i was promised?”

===

you’d been so good. really good! you hadn’t even smoked in a month, afraid of what you might say or do around steve if you did. but this is a safe space. you wouldn’t dare humiliate yourself in front of other people. it’s a celebration, anyway, and you’re not in the mood to drink tonight. steve catches you taking a joint from eddie (“it’s not shit weed!”) and he joins you outside, on his big terrace.

“not bad,” you say, nodding as you look around at the second hand patio furniture. “really not bad.”

“thanks,” he says, taking a seat, watching you. you wonder why, because it’s not that kind of wow, i can’t take my eyes off of you look you sometimes catch him with. it’s a little more parental, like how he looks at the henderson and mayfield kids.

“wanna share?” you ask, holding it out to him after lighting it. he nods and takes it from you. there’s something intimate about sharing it that neither of you want to discuss.

“maybe we should slow down, huh?” he says after a moment.

“i’ve only taken three hits?” you say.

“well - but you haven’t smoked in a while, right?”

you scoff, understanding now. “i don’t think my tolerance has gone down that much. and i thought you said this stuff wasn’t any good?”

he sort of shrugs, but he doesn’t extend the joint back to you.

“stevie,” you sing. “i’m a grown up. did you forget?”

he’s got this look of slight irritation that you can tell he’s trying to swallow down. he doesn’t know how to fight you on this. he has no right to. he’s hesitant when he hands it back to you, letting you take one more puff before he snatches it from you and puts it out in an ashtray.

“hey!”

“we can smoke again in ten - fifteen minutes. let’s just see how we’re feeling, okay? eddie’s new stuff is a little strong.”

“so am i.”

“okay,” he grins. “you can beat me up about it later.”

you feel fine - totally normal - until steve takes your hands and helps you out of the low sitting chair you were in. once you stand, the world starts spinning. steve’s skin on yours makes you panic and you’re quick to pull away. pull it together. you know the second you admit you smoked too much you’re fucked. you have to fake it til you make it, chanting to yourself that you’re okay as you follow steve inside.

and as you’re sitting on that maybe bed bug-infested couch, you feel more and more out of it. it’s insanely difficult to listen to anything anyone’s saying. the only thing keeping you grounded is steve, with his thick thigh pressing right up into yours. the warmth reminds you of where you are, but it’s fleeting. you’re soon staring across the room, blazed out of your mind, increasingly more anxious.

“hey,” someone says. you look over dumbly. it’s eddie. “you okay?”

steve’s in your line of vision now, leaning over to look at you. he’s frowning.

“yeah,” you say. “why?”

eddie laughs loudly. “i think you’re a little fucked up.”

“i’m a lotta fucked up,” you admit.

people laugh. but there’s steve, frowning a little more, brows furrowed.

“hey,” he says softly. you’re so honed in on him. like he’s the only thing in the world. “can i get you some water?”

“uh huh.” although you don’t really know what you agreed to. you’re a little lost in those honey eyes, a little enamored because he’s looking at you like he cares about you. it’s common, really, but it seems to mean more in this moment.

robin takes over when he gets up, scooting in close and putting her hand on your shoulder. “you’re okay,” she promises, rubbing it soothingly. “you’re good, just need a few minutes, right?”

“yeah.”

she looks over at eddie and even though you can’t really understand in the moment, she hisses, “steve’s totally gonna kick your ass.”

“i know,” he sighs, scooting in front of you. “i’m sorry, that shit’s a little strong. i shoulda warned you. you’re gonna be okay, just twenty minutes and you’ll be feeling good.”

your head snaps into overdrive. you have enough capacity to know you’re insanely embarrassed and the way they’re babying you is actually scaring you. like maybe they don’t even believe what they’re saying. steve comes back and forces his way between you and eddie, handing you a bottle of water, cap already off. “just drink some for me, okay?”

but you don’t want to. you’re scared. he can tell.

“let’s go somewhere quiet, huh?” he offers, gently taking your hands. you let him. he helps you up and sighs at how off-balance you are. there’s a staircase to traverse - it’s a nice apartment - and he has you lean on him while he helps you along. he takes an extra second to glare daggers into eddie. “you’re -“

“-gonna get my fuckin’ ass kicked, i know,” eddie says, throwing himself down on the floor dramatically.

===

the ooohs that follow steve as he’s leading you upstairs to the bedrooms makes him legitimately feel sick. the catcalls are the least of his concern, though, especially with you struggling beside him. he can tell you’re anxious, can feel and see you struggling to take a deep breath. he wants nothing more than to hold you until you’re calmed down, but he has to force those thoughts away as he guides you into his bedroom.

“sorry for the mess,” he mumbles. he’s still unpacking. there’s a few cardboard boxes filled with clothes and trophies scattered around, but it’s otherwise pretty organized. he leans you against the door as he moves across the room to turn on a lamp.

“huh,” you say.

“what?” he smiles, turning around to retrieve you.

you point at his bedspread. “that’s different.”

“what’s different?” he chuckles, putting his arm around you again. “this okay?”

you don’t answer him. “wasnt it, like, checkered?”

“my bedsheets?”

and he pauses. he stops walking. because they were checkered - he treated himself to some more grown up, modern ones when he moved out, thinking they’ll look a little better on camera. but how did you know…?

“and where’s the bowling pin?” you continue, pointing now towards his desk.

and he realizes. immediately.

“did you-?”

but he drops it. you’re in no position to talk about it - you might not even realize or remember that you did. but if you could only answer the question that’s been driving him crazy since the day you started acting weird around him. did you watch my videos?

so he swallows it down, forces himself to stay composed even though he’s losing his mind internally. he gets you on the bed pulling the covers back. he can’t help the smile that breaks across his face when you hit the sheets, sighing dreamily. “they smell like you,” you say.

it hurts not having you.

“not bad, i hope?” he says, putting your water on the bedside table. he reaches for his garbage can, emptying the trash onto the floor in a bit of a hurry.

“horrible,” you joke. “just really bad.”

“sorry,” he says, putting the trash can up on the bed beside you.

your eyes widen with panic and you look at him so scared. “am i gonna get sick?”

“no,” he says. he knows it’s a possibility, though. “just in case you need it, want everything beside you so ya don’t have to stretch.”

“what if i get sick?”

“you won’t,” he promises though it’s not up to him. “i’m gonna make sure of it, okay?”

you finally nod and relax. “okay.”

steve grabs his extra long charging cord and holds it up. “got your phone?”

it takes a comically long time for you to fish it out of your back pocket. “there we go,” he says, plugging it in and putting it beside you. “hey, can you take some deep breaths with me?”

it’s one of several things steve does when he remembers the last few years. those horrors. it sort of helps, if he’s not that deep into an attack.

“okay,” you whisper.

he’s exaggerated as he does it, in part to make you laugh and in part so that you’ll actually follow him. and you do, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth.

“i won’t let anything happen to you,” he says. “i’ll stay right here.”

“just for a little,” you say, stretching. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay!”

“you told me so, didn’t you?”

“a little,” he admits.

he’s surprised when you reach for him - your hand wrapping around his wrist. you give it a squeeze. “thank you.”

“y-yeah,” he stutters. “‘course.”

he waits with you until your eyes close and your breathing slows down, til your hand falls slack around him. he moves the trash can a little further away from you, just enough so you can stretch out, and he fights the urge to look at your browser history. “be right back,” he whispers, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear before he stands up and leaves, the door shutting with a soft click.

he wants to scream.

he bolts down the stairs and grabs robin and eddie, forcing them into the kitchen.

“everything okay?” robin asks. “they’re not, like, dying, right?”

“i think they watched my videos.”

robin’s a little shocked, but eddie’s just grinning. “congrats!” he says.

“shut up,” steve chides. “or - thank you - i - ugh! they got in my room and - and they know what my bedsheets used to look like. i never sent them - how else would they know that?”

“you’ve never sent a selfie or something-?”

“not in bed. and - and that stupid bowling pin. they asked about it, too, pointed at my desk where it should be.”

“well,” robin says, shrugging half heartedly.

“well, what?” he snaps.

“well, this breaks the ice a significant amount, no?”

he’s incredulous, panicking. “they’ve seen my dick, rob!”

“didn’t you want that to happen sooner or later?” eddie asks, examining his nails.

steve blushes hotly and they both laugh.

“i-“

“no sense in worrying about it now,” robin says. “just - wait til they’re not fucked up and have a mature discussion.”

“steve doesn’t know what a mature discussion is.”

steve’s fist clenches. “eddie, i’m gonna -“

“kick my ass,” he finishes again. “look, what’s this imply, stevie? if they watched your videos. one of two things; either they’ve got the same amount of hots for you, wanted to jerk off to ya - or they wanted to make fun of your penis - AND! since there’s nothing to make fun of! i think this works out in your favor.”

steve short circuits, stomach flipping, heart dropping and then rising again.

“i - i’ve literally talked -“ he swallows hard. “i’ve literally talked about them on stream before. about - oh my god. jerking off to them. and more.”

“if they know, they must be pretty flattered. they’d probably have run away and blocked your ass by now,” eddie continues. “maybe they returned the favor, eh?” he says, elbowing robin who elbows him right back.

“just talk to ‘em,” robin says again, patting him on the back. “but for now, keep them alive.”

he can do that.

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[captain-nohbo]

Random Sampo Headcanons

Because he gives me brain rot. Honestly more structured like ramblings.

I like to think he makes all of his disguises himself because it leaves less loose ends when trying to get costumes

After Natasha realized this she starts dragging him into her stuff toy making hobby as their quiet hand out time

Natasha and Sampo first met because he was stealing from the medical school when Natasha was still getting her doctorate. Patching him up from his first amateur dumpster diving attempt was what he considers the first favor he owes her for

Natasha happen to be the one who taught him to do make up and that led to Sampo's personal rabbit hole of crossdressing

Sampo has a big soft spot for people who in some way try to bring joy into other peoples lives rather than take it aware for self benefit

Definitely part of the reason he sticks around wildfire. I think he finds their work entertaining even if he's not technically officially part of it

Despite everything, I like to think he respects at least Gepard and Bronya out of people in the Silvermane Guards

Sampo is a masked fool but I like to think that in some way he is actually from belabog, whether it be used to go by a different name or one of his parents are before getting there

Most in Belabog people think that Sampo is a hedonist or a nihilist due to his mannerism or otherwise, but the guy is more like an absurdist trying to better his life and Aha finds it way too funny that he follows two different paths to care what he does

Honestly the guy gives Doctors of Chaos energy on top of everything else he has going on. It's the nothing that drives him to make something out of the time he has, but it's specifically the want for enjoyment of his life that still has Aha's eyes on him

Not very traditional when it comes to the ways of the Masked Fools and maybe even a little upset that there is a specific they try to get him to live his life

Does actually want to stop the shader sides of business and run a normal shop or trades company but he doesn't think it's realistic for himself so he just dreams

If he got his record clean I can Genuinely see him be part of the a Silvermane Guard Intelligence Officer, but Sampo is also the type if guy to keep denying the position tille "forced" to do so

Natasha absolutely forced Sampo to learn at least basic first aid after first finding out what kind of job the man has. He originally tried to get out of it, but caved when she says "I just want to make sure you are able to come back home"

While the clinic isn't his residence, Sampo most definitely sets up one of the spare rooms almost like he lives there. It slowly became a thing that is someone in Boulder Town want to talk to him for more legal reasons that they just ask Natasha to pass on the message to him

"Payment" for staying in the clinic is being another set of hands on the busier days. At least runs supplies and medicine if patients aren't too comfortable with him getting near their pockets. When Seele first saw Sampo running around she thought he was up to something and asked Nat. "Don't worry he's just paying backt he favor he owes me. He knows better than to try anything."

Sampo and Natasha are probably one of eachothers only long term friends. Both are usually too busy to spend time with the other, but they do quiet wind down days together where they just get food and chat.

Sampo only really let's people call him nicknames if they are Close Close to him. He rather likes his name and doesn't like people messing with it for the sake of convince especially since he worked hard to make it known. Oleg and Nat are some of the only people who get to call him Poe

Big fan of calling anyone literally anything other than their proper name. Whether it is a personal nick name or pulled from his bag of pet names. It's his way to try and get people to easy up around him when he's trying to make a deal.

Specifically calls Natasha "Tasha" in smaller crowds, Gepard "Geppie" or "Gep", and once got beat up by Serval for trying to call her "vally"

Sampo and Natasha are something like Qpp from just knowing eachother so long and being constant presence with eachother. Despite how busy their lives get Sampo does make time to check in on her

The type of bisexual that is very distinguish till he can tell he really likes a person or even maybe reciprocate him and becomes a disaster out of not being used to it. Stays in disbelief for the first few months of any serious relationships he gets in.

He gives me the brand of Polyam that will stay mono if his partner wants him too, but it FEELS wrong to him not to, but wouldn't want to damage anyone's trust in him when he finally has some. Tries to find partners that are actually fine with him being polyam, but the past rejection are wearing on him

Audhd as fuck and late diagnosis too. Nat pointed it out to him after a year of knowing eachother and Sampo's reaction was just "you know... that explains a LOT"

Specifically the type of autistic that's good at picking up social skills because of the patterns or because while it doesn't make sense to him it feels more like a game that he is playing rather than an actual interaction he understands the nuances of

Actually got really good at long term hustles and heists because he feels deeply uncomfortable without the sense of structure and has a hard time recovering from them when they go wrong which were his closest calls

Once got really upset when one of his regular restaurants changed the recipe for his usual and bothered to bribe the chef to change it back because "its the little things we find joys in, let's keep it that way"

Sampo is the kind of Adhder that is actually really smart but the lack of impulse control and the constant need to move with no way to cope got him in a lot of trouble when he was younger

Definitely been doing a lot better since realizing he has both and started taking meds for the Adhd and depression

On the rare occasions him and Gepard are peaceful with eachother before becoming friends they both would subconsciously mirror the others stim and it got more intense as they actually became friendly

Sensory seeking as fuck. Part of the reason he enjoys the chase so much. Definitely almost developed an addiction because of it though

Gets along with kids pretty well just doesn't really know how to teach the concept of responsibility to them. Particularly because he had a weird childhood. Got better after Nat kept on dragging him to help her

I'm going to cut it off here for now, but I'll probably make doodles of some of these

[sherifftillman]

Getting Amped

Pairing: implied potential Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 908

Summary: It's a big day for Eddie - the day he plans on finally asking you out. It's still a little nerve-wracking, though, so he psyches himself up in the one way he would never let anyone know he does.

A/N: Hello again! This is mostly just my own answer to the debate on whether Eddie-related playlists should have genres that aren't metal in them. As someone who used to frequent an alternative bar pretty regularly, the same people who would be throwing each other around to System of a Down would belt out Taylor Swift within minutes, once you got them inebriated enough. And so, this fun little drabble was born.

It's not a typical 'x reader' in that this is just a scene that only features Eddie. But I've enjoyed writing it.

The alarm pierces through one of Eddie's ears, straight out of the other. Burying his head under the pillow does nothing. In sheer defiance of doing absolutely anything that requires lifting his head up, he blindly reaches down the side of his bed until he feels one of his boots, picks it up, and flings it behind him until the beeping sounds come to a halt.

Usually, Eddie would stay here in his nest of comfort until the energy finally came to him. But today, he has a mission. One worthy of pushing himself out of bed and trudging along to the bathroom. Eddie would honestly rather die than dare to wash his hair before school starts, but today is a day that is worth the effort. Pondering what kind of shower he's about to have, it's answered for him once he steps in and realises that there is no more running hot water in the trailer. It's fine, he tells himself. This is invigorating. It'll wake me up.

Once he's out of the shower, he takes his hair in both his hands, wrings it out and wraps it up into some kind of updo, to keep it from dripping as he dries the rest of himself off. Slinging the towel around to hang low across his hips, he heads back into his bedroom, flicks open the metal tin on his dresser, and rolls himself a joint. Usually, he wouldn't take from his own supply unless it were for the benefit of his clients, but he needs the extra boost to keep his cool today.

He lays back on his bed, one hand behind his head, the other holding the joint, swinging it slowly from side to side, his eyes transfixed on the glowing bud as a trail of smoke traces his movements. He pictures everything perfectly: he'll approach her right before homeroom, and ask her to sit with him for lunch. The two have been friendly enough in passing that he's sure he's picked up the vibe that she'd be happy to join him. He'll take her to his usual meeting spot, but not for business this time. He'll pull up the picnic basket he's already left at the park bench - reminder to self, Munson, drop that off first, you're slipping up already. As they're eating, he'll tell her how much he's enjoying her company. And if she reciprocates, he'll seal the deal by asking her out. Easy, right?

As the last of the joint crumbles from orange embers to ash, Eddie lets out a heavy breath. He's got to stay psyched for this. No doubting, even for a second. That's when it hits him.

Doing one final patrol of the trailer to make sure Wayne was definitely out at work, and not just crashed out in a corner somewhere, Eddie holds onto his towel for dear life as he bends down to reach under his bed, and one-handedly pulls out a box with the words "filthy porn" "the heavy stuff" "weird shit" written all over. Smirking at his sheer deception levels, Eddie opens the box and starts rifling through the contents - his 'guilty pleasures' single collection.

He thumbs through a few before first settling on We Got The Beat by the Go-Gos. Certainly not his usual soundtrack, but perhaps it'll make outfit-choosing seem less stressful and more like one of those shopping montages in those cheesed-up movies. He's not 100% on the lyrics, but watching his reflection dance along to the beat as he holds items of clothing up against himself still gives him the same amount of serotonin as blasting out one of his favourites. He decides to smarten up a Hellfire shirt with a red-and-black flannel, a leather jacket without the vest on top, and keeping the chains on his jeans but opting to remove the handcuffs.

He prepares his own breakfast - and lunch for later - in relative silence, still bopping his head to the song that has managed to lodge into his head for a while, but it soon fades and again, so does his confidence that he's ready to do this. He decides it's time to pull out the big guns.

This time, returning to The Box, he searches very deliberately for one single in particular. He places Wham's I'm Your Man on the record player, slides the needle over, and grabs a bottle of deodorant, flipping it round and throwing it up in the air, catching it right before the first lyric starts to play. Making eye contact with his reflection, Eddie starts mouthing along, dancing along to the words, miming every action, emotion, anything that's described in the lyrics.

He jumps and spins and runs around the entire trailer, dancing between "rooms", on the couch, on his bed, ricocheting himself off of counters. At the longest-held note in the song, Eddie feels for the tie keeping his hair together, pulls it away, and shakes his thick, dark mane back out.

He finishes packing up the food he plans to take with him as the song fades out, and is about to leave when he realises something horrific. Quickly diving back to his room, he hastily shoves the single back into its sleeve and kicks the box back to the depths of the void beneath his bed.

For now, Eddie the cheesy movie protagonist is put to sleep, and Eddie The Freak is ready to seize the day as his own.

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Worthy, pt 7

part 1 & 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

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tags: @bolontiku, @rampant-salamander​, @darkdragonpheonix , 440mxs-wife,  castiels-sunflowers, peekingsunshine, alexakeyloveloki __________

Okay, I am super sorry I didn’t update this for.... uh... a year. But here’s the next part!! __________

I propped the stuffed toy next to my cactus and put my coffee on my desk before checking in with Markus. His smile was too knowing when he looked at me and I could hear he was humming something for my direct benefit. Unfortunately for him, his sense of tone was lacking, and the song was lost on me.

“Come on! You’ve got to know that song!” He exclaimed.

“I might. I’m just not sure what it is you’re trying to sing,” I teased. I was feeling sassy. His smile turned into a playful grimace.

“Fine. Another time,” he conceded. “You should see if Tony can figure out a way to make you your own hammer though.” 

“Ah, so that’s gone around, has it?” I sighed.

“How could it not? Not only can you lift the hammer, you can snatch it away from Thor when you’re threatened? It’s like you’re Super Science Girl. Able to calculate pi to a hundred places in 2.3 seconds and wields Mjolnir like a badass,” he winked. “Any other tricks I should know about?”

“I’ve been in school for the last decade. You tell me,” I laughed. “Can take notes in boring lectures while sleeping, I guess.”

“Good talent to have,” he chuckled. “I was proofing the plans on the washer, and I found some additional options to look into for cheaper costing. You probably wouldn’t have been aware of them because they’re Stark Industries proprietary items, but I’ve tossed it to your desktop. It might allow you to use a stronger alloy in the end product. Check back with me before you confirm the preliminary supplies order.”

“Sure.” I figured I’d been dismissed. Markus was looking like a cool boss so far.

“I kinda wish you’d broken his arm, Ella.” With those words, he started humming again, and I knew I was dismissed. I stepped out of his office into Dr. Banner.

“Oh, sorry, Dr. Banner!” I gasped.

“Really, you can call me Bruce.” He reached out a hand to stabilize me. I suddenly felt shy and nodded quickly before hurrying back to my desk. He followed me. “I was actually here to speak to you. Tony would like to run a genetic marker analysis on you.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Of course he does. He knows you aren’t that kind of doctor, right?”

“Well, I did some medical work while I was off the grid. Anyhow, I’ve done a lot of work in genetics, so I am qualified to assess your DNA,” he explained. I smirked. “What?”

“Why Doctor Banner, if you wanted to get into my jeans, why didn’t you say so?” I winked. “By all means, lead the way.” The way he flushed was worth the anxious tight feeling in my chest when I said it. He looked away and took a deep breath. When he looked back at me, his cheeks were bright, but he had the straight man look going on.

“Angela will bring you down to the lab after 1400, Ella.” He was right to the point. Ouch.

“Sure.” I nodded, suddenly feeling a little sick for having taken the risk of flirting. I turned back to my desk and picked up my coffee, to hide my mortification.

“Who is that supposed to be?” He asked. I looked back at him, unsure what he meant. He nodded at the stuffed toy beside my cactus.

“Shakespeare. Duh.” And points to me for my hidden depths. I didn’t feel quite as embarrassed.

“You should name the cactus Horatio.” With that suggestion, he turned and left the lab. I finished my coffee and opened up the file Markus had sent over.

XXX

“You’re in my light.” The shadow Angela was casting across my workspace made it hard for me to see what I was doing. Soundlessly, she shifted to the left. I dropped the last miniature screw into place and fastened it into the motor I was working on.

“What is that?”

“Flux Capacitor,” I deadpanned.

“Oh, I suppose if your laundry gets up to 88 mile per hour it will transport into the future?” She didn’t miss a beat.

“No, silly. To the past, where it gets replaced with the same article of clothing, only when it was new,” I teased. She shook her head and smiled.

“Come on, asshole. Your destiny awaits.” She didn’t even wait for me to tidy up. I swept my mess into an empty drawer and prayed there wouldn’t be a desk inspection. Two days and I already had two cluttered drawers of crap. I locked the motor carefully in a storage drawer near the front of the lab. It allowed me to flag a message to Markus to let him know it was there if he wanted to look at it. Angela was waiting at the elevator, holding the door open, when I caught up.

“Pepper has booked time with you on Friday to go over this STEM initiative. And then on the weekend, she’s got you booked for a photo shoot for the roll out of the program,” she began. “So I’ve told Markus I need you Friday afternoon for a make-over.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a make-over. That’s false advertising. I should look how I look when I’m working. Jeans, t-shirt, frequently barefoot, ponytail, no make-up.”

“Do I look like the kind of woman that supports false advertising?” She laughed. “All I’m going to do is take you out so you can get your hair trimmed and buy some new clothes. No drastic changes to your personal style, no crazy new hairstyles.”

“Oh.” I was dumbfounded. “Well, okay. I need to get my eyebrows waxed anyhow.”

“Maybe we’ll get you a pair of shoes. Barefoot is a safety hazard.” Her look was thoughtful.

“Don’t push your luck,” I warned, but I was smiling. I could probably use a new pair of sneakers too, truth be told. The elevator opened on a different lab, but the only reason I knew that was the case was because it was different people working at the desks. Otherwise the layout and atmosphere was identical. Bruce was on the far side of the lab, in the same office space that Markus occupied on my floor. His office was neat as a pin, nothing out of place, and very little in the way of personal effects. Even knowing as little as I did about Bruce’s history, I could understand the need for order. He was deeply engrossed in reading a document, and motioned for me to sit without looking up. I glanced at Angela, who nodded and left the room. I allowed that I should get comfortable. I made every effort to look anywhere but at Bruce while he finished reading the file in front of him, and eventually my eye was drawn to the ceiling, where a poster of some sort of wilderness paradise was stuck. There were evergreen trees, and mountains, and a lake. It looked serene and calm and beautiful. I tilted my head all the way back and started counting tree tops to pass the time. Eventually, Bruce cleared his throat. I snapped my head back and faced him.

“So I was just reading your personnel file and application for the internship. It was pretty thorough on your educational background, but if we’re going to solve this mystery about the hammer, we’re going to need more. So I want to do a cheek swab and analyze your DNA. But I think we should probably do some background research on your family too.” He came around the desk and stood in front of me. He held out a popsicle stick. “If you could just open your mouth.”  

I dropped my jaw and looked up at him as he scraped the inside of my cheek. He dropped the stick into a sterile container and leaned back on his desk.

“Before we go ahead and violate your privacy with the kind of searches that Tony has access to, we should try to flesh out your personal history. I’d like to get a complete picture of your medical background,” he started, and reached for one of those assessment machines like you see in a hospital. I blanched.

“I had to have a physical before I was accepted for the internship. I don’t need another one,” I protested. Bruce’s eyes snapped back up, shocked.

“I have no intention of doing a physical assessment beyond basic vital signs. Like you’ve already pointed out, I’m not that kind of doctor. I want to run you through some questions about your medical history though,” he reassured me. I held my arm out and allowed him to take my blood pressure. He checked my other vital signs quickly, almost like he suspected I was about to bolt. I wasn’t going to, but I wasn’t really comfortable.

“I’m going to run through a list of a bunch of diseases and disorders. Stop me if you have ever suffered from any of them,” he began. I nodded. “heart disorders, high blood pressure, cancer, peripheral vascular disease, liver disease, kidney disease, diabetes, hepatitis, asthma, colit –“

“Save your breath, Bruce. I’ve never been sick,” I interrupted. He raised an eyebrow.

“Ever?”

“I was immunized as a kid,” I shrugged.

“Common cold? Stomach bugs?” He pressed. I shook my head.

“I have an incredibly robust immune system. The specialist I saw said it probably had to do with the weird antibody in my blood,” I offered.

“What weird antibody?” He asked.

“The blood service discovered it when I donated blood when I was 19. They ran a bunch of tests on it, but it’s not something they’d ever seen before. And then the fun started, and I got to be part of an experimental study of people with weird antibodies. The scientists exposed our blood to a bunch of low-level pathogens to see how the antibody reacted. Mine destroyed anything that wasn’t clearly me. At one point they were discussing synthesizing it and testing it as some sort of cure-all, but they couldn’t take me out of the equation, and it continued to destroy everything in its path,” I explained. Bruce’s head tilted to one side, and his eyes narrowed in thought.

“Thor’s theory is that you have Aesir blood.” He tapped his pen on his teeth.

“Because my mum’s side of the family is Norwegian. That seems a bit reaching,” I argued.

“Was anyone else in your family tested for this antibody?” He pressed.

“Yeah, both my parents, and my two sisters. No one else had it. So even if Thor was right, Mum, Tree and Rad would have had it too. And they don’t,” I shrugged.

“Tree and Rad?”

“Theresa and Radley are my younger twin sisters,” I clarified. He nodded and scribbled something on his notepad. It was weird to see someone use a pen and paper in a Stark Industries lab. We were all given such high-tech gadgetry on hire. I kind of liked the way Bruce stuck with what he knew and was comfortable with. It was probably a last hold-out from when he’d gone off the grid, storing his thoughts and work offline, where it wouldn’t attract interest.

“Any other living relatives on your mother’s side who were tested? Did they test your father?”

“By the time the study was finished, all four of my grandparents had been sampled, Dad had been sampled, his brothers and sister, my mum’s cousins. It was pretty invasive. The researchers were very determined to get a sample from one of us that they could synthesize. The implications were pretty far reaching. Had they been able to isolate the antibody and eliminate my DNA from it, they would have basically had a universal cure for disease. All disease,” I explained.

“And you think you aren’t special?” Bruce wondered.

“It’s not something I did. I was just born this way.” I didn’t think it was that special. “In the end, it helped no one. So it’s not really that special, is it?”

“This was what, four or five years ago?” He asked. I laughed.

“Ten,” I corrected. His eyes widened. 

“I guess I’m showing my age. I wouldn’t have thought you were –“ he paused. “There’s just no way for me to say this without sounding like I’m insulting you. I’m sorry.”

I laughed again. “It’s okay. No one believes I’m nearly thirty. If I don’t pull my hair back I look about 16.”

“This particular field of study has come a long way in the last ten years,” he redirected back to the topic. “It’s possible that there’s a way to isolate that antibody now.”

“The scientists involved in the study revisit the data every couple of years, and request new swabs from me and blood samples. It’s gone nowhere,” I confirmed. “It’s gone nowhere, so really, I’m not special. I’m not. I’m just a smart kid with a kick-ass immune system.”

“You are so much more than that, Ella.” He shook his head and made some more notes. “I’m going to try to track down the previous research and have a look at what was done. There might be some way to track where the antibody came from. And we have Thor now, so we can draw a sample from him and see if that antibody is present in his blood. At the very least, I’ll be able to determine if you do have Aesir blood.”

“Sure,” I nodded.

“I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

“I’m okay with it, Bruce. It’s a little weird, but I’m okay with it.” I nodded. Bruce made quick work of drawing a number of vials of blood from me, and then allowed me to leave. Angela met me back at my desk and dragged me away for dinner before I could protest.

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

TBOSAS Thoughts (Chapters 22-24)

Chapter 22 starts off in a pretty surprising way: Coriolanus is excited to see Sejanus. Granted, he’s pretty desperate for any hope for his situation at this point, and Sejanus pretty quickly supplies him with the latest news in the Capitol about his fate. Still, I was shocked when Coriolanus rushed to hug him. 

This reaction made more sense when later in the chapter, Coriolanus considers the benefits of Sejanus being there. After calling him a “decade-long irritant,” Coriolanus thinks that he can use the family’s money and influence in the future, and that it was nice to have Sejanus’ mother sending him care packages. Also, as part of Sejanus’ deal with the dean (about becoming a Peacekeeper as punishment for breaking into the arena), Sejanus insists that both he and Coriolanus receive their high school diplomas so they’re not considered dropouts.

Coriolanus is grateful for this, because being a high school graduate gives him a higher chance of success in life, but I don’t believe for a second that Coriolanus would’ve done this for Sejanus unless something was in it for him. Just something to think about. 

Another important development this chapter is the potential for Coriolanus to see Lucy Gray again. He still seems to view her as more of a possession than an actual human being, but I’ll talk more about that later when they actually reunite.

Finally, this chapter, Coriolanus gets his first Peacekeeper assignment: he has to watch an execution. Although this scene is undoubtedly disturbing, it’s extremely fascinating. This hanging was the origin of the Hanging Tree song from the original trilogy. I really enjoyed this aspect of the book, and I thought it was so cool how we got to see how that song was created. 

At the beginning of chapter 23, Coriolanus is very disturbed by the mockingjays that echo Arlo’s (the man who was just executed) last words. I think his immediate disdain for the birds is a little amusing given what we know happens in about 64 years. I also love how we finally understand the meaning of Lucy Gray’s ‘the show’s not over until the mockingjay sings’ phrase. The execution is the show, and it’s over when the mockingjays echo back the person’s last sound. Dark, but it’s still interesting to know where that phrase comes from. 

Honestly, I feel horrible for Sejanus this chapter. He’s unsettled by the execution and the possibility of partaking in violence due to being a Peacekeeper. It feels like no matter where he is, he’s always being forced into a role he doesn’t want. Although I can see how this would be frustrating from an outsider’s point of view, especially Coriolanus’. Like, if Sejanus isn’t happy in the Capitol or D12, then maybe location isn’t the problem; he is. I can see that being Coriolanus’ mindset about the situation. But I think that there’s a crucial similarity between the two situations, and that’s the fact that Sejanus is being forced to comply with a corrupt system that he doesn’t agree with. 

Also this chapter, we get to see Lucy Gray again! This is honestly really nice because she’s one of my favorite characters, so seeing her again is like a breath of fresh air. We’re also introduced to the rest of the Covey, which is very cool. (Also, side note: isn’t Clerk Carmine the one who played the fiddle at Finnick and Annie’s wedding? I feel like I read that somewhere.) 

What’s not so nice is Coriolanus’ increasingly disturbing thoughts about Lucy Gray now that she’s right there. 

Lucy Gray is extremely charismatic onstage, which we already know, but the fact that she’s on her own stage this time only serves to make her happier. Coriolanus finds this joy to be beautiful, but he’s worried that anyone can see that she’s beautiful and will take her from him. He is so jealous over literally nothing. I feel like the only way he’d be comfortable is if Lucy Gray was locked away somewhere where only he could see her. Like I said, disturbing. 

I do appreciate how we’re not supposed to sympathize with him, though. His thoughts are disturbing because they’re supposed to be interpreted that way. I know that when the book first came out, people were apprehensive about reading it because they didn’t want Coriolanus to be an unsung hero, but that’s not the direction that the narrative takes, and I love the book for that. 

The chapter ends with Lucy Gray’s ex-boyfriend, Billy Taupe, coming into the Hob. 

The arrival of Billy Taupe makes Coriolanus more jealous than usual in chapter 24. Two separate times this chapter, Coriolanus outright says that Lucy Gray belongs to him. And when he goes to visit her in the Seam and the two hug, he says he “locked her in an embrace.” This particular word choice has a negative connotation to it that indicates possessiveness beyond a healthy amount. I think now that Lucy Gray is back home and free to do as she likes, Coriolanus feels extra controlling because he feels threatened by Lucy Gray’s newfound autonomy. Not only is she not confined to a certain space like she was in the Capitol, but she’s also not confined to spending time with Coriolanus; if she wanted, she could go out with Billy Taupe or anyone else, and that possibility scares Coriolanus. 

Another interesting point I wanted to make for this chapter was that Coriolanus learns that most people in the district don’t have functioning televisions. He brings up that fact that people can’t watch the Games if they don’t have a means to watch them. This made me think of a line in the original trilogy where Katniss says that the time when the Games are running is the only time electricity is guaranteed, so obviously there’s been a change. We know that Coriolanus had a lot of say in shaping the Games, so I wonder if he was the one who influenced this as well. 

Finally, this chapter ends with an interesting development regarding Sejanus. I’ll probably talk more about it in my next post, but for now, I’ll say that Coriolanus caught Sejanus and Billy Taupe discussing a map of the Peacekeeper base. This isn’t the first indication we get of Sejanus possibly being rebellious (he’s been very outspoken in his beliefs since the beginning), but this is the first time Coriolanus outright sees evidence of it. My heart hurts for Sejanus; he really is just trying to make the world a better place. 

Being back with Lucy Gray means we’re getting more music! For these chapters, I listened to A-Crawling to You, The Valley Song, and The Hanging Tree. 

Thanks so much for reading my thoughts this week! Please feel free to leave a comment or reblog if you have your own thoughts to share. 

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 3.5: A pukka shell necklace, a stolen ring, castration anxiety, and Y2K

Episode 3.4 concludes with the family in disarray. Both BJ and Keefe have broken up with their partners in the aftermath of a betrayal, Jesse and Pontius are sparring, and the Montgomery Boys are secretly planning a violent retribution. 

Judy's Back Story: Rogers High School, 2000.  High school-aged Judy tries to flirt with her crush, art student Trent (Braxton Alexander), by throwing her hair over his desk.  He asks her to stop several times, but she says "You know you like it, Stud," embarrassing him in front of the class.  Finally he gets even by cutting her hair. Wait -- why isn't the super-rich Judy in private school?

She doesn't notice until the girls in the restroom laugh at her.  Then she storms into band practice and smashes his saxophone, yelling "I liked you, asshole!  I loved you!"

Some fans wonder whether Trent is gay.  Of course, lots of straight guys would reject Judy's vulgar come-ons, but Trent wears a pukka shell necklace: according to my research, around 2000, that was a queer code, a way to identify other gay people while leaving the straights oblivious. Plus he's an artist and a musician.  "Artistic" and "musical" are  often code for "gay."

Y2K is Real:  Remember the Y2K panic that Eli and his wife Aimee-Leigh profited from?  A reporter from Time Magazine shows Eli the commercial, telling folks that God wanted them to buy Gemstone Brand survival buckets, first aid kits, commode liners, and so on.  "So...do you think it's ethical to scare people and then benefit from that fear-mongering?" 

Kelvin's Little Tiny Doll Pecker: College-age Jesse brings his girlfriend Amber home to meet the family. Is she pregnant?  Gideon is going to be born in a year or less.

At dinner, Judy criticizes her for coming from a poor family.   Jesse says "Suck my dick!", and she responds "I want a meal, not a snack."  

Kelvin laughs: "That was good.  She means you have a tiny little titi" (pronouncced tih-tee).  Jesse then criticizes Kelvin's "tiny little doll pecker."  It is probably perfectly normal for a prepubescent boy, but Kelvin doesn't know that.

The Snake Handler. After a scene where Judy bullies Amber and steals her ring, setting up their squabbles in the present, we cut to a service at Peter Montgomery's Pentecostal-like snake-handling church.  Actually, he's the only one playing with a snake, while his sons play the guitar and violin, and his wife May-May goes into a filled-with-the-Spirit ecstasy. 

Background note: Snake-handling, based upon the injunction to "take up serpents" in Mark 16:17, was introduced by the Church of God with Signs Following during the Great Depression, and spread throughout Appalachia.  Today the practice is illegal in most Southern states, including South Carolina, and there are no more than 100 snake-handling churches left.  

In Them That Follow (2019), Walton Goggins (Baby Billy) plays the pastor of a snake-handling church.

Gemstone-Montgomery Tensions: At the Gemstone Compound,  May-May complains about having to identify herself at the security station, just to put flowers on her father's grave. "You can visit the grave whenever you want," Aimee-Leigh assures her. "We'll have security flag you right on through." But she's not satisfied. Geez, he's been dead since 1995. Haven't you figured out the visitation schedule by now?

Later she bosses Peter around and rejects every effort of Aimee-Leigh to be friendly, suggesting a long-standing feud.  We can see parallels in Amber and Judy in the present.

The Gay Pride Shirt: Continuing her harassment, May-May criticizes any idiot who believed that Y2K was real.  Peter looks nervous. Uh-oh, did he sink his money into Gemstone Brand survival supplies? 

Yep -- later, he tells Eli that he spent the family's life savings on a warehouse full of Y2K buckets to sell after the world ended, but the world didn't end, and now no one will by them. So you criticize Eli for profiting from the Y2K panic, but you were planning the same thing.  

Eli offers to buy his stock back.

Meanwhile, the Gemstone and Montgomery kids ride four-wheelers, then watch Jesse smash stuff with his Redeemer.  Wait -- the swingset -- this is the site of the Season 3 finale, coming up in a few episodes!

Kelvin is wearing a t-shirt with a row of multicolored hibiscus flowers, a flowered shirt, and a pukka-shell necklace similar to Trent's.  Some fans suggest that his shirt features a pride rainbow, but in-universe, his mother or a professional buyer is picking out his clothes at this point, and they would hardly be thinking of LGBTQ Pride.  Costumer designer Christina Flannery wanted to subtly suggest that Kelvin is gay, not imply that he is self-aware.

Castration Anxiety: There are dozens of protesters at the Salvation Center, claiming that Eli and Aimee-Leigh grifted them, and demanding their money back. Geez, what's the problem?  That stuff could be used as general survival supplies or even camping gear. Aimee-Leigh offers a lackluster non-apology.

Meanwhile, Kelvin cheers as Jesse drives the Redeemer: "That is the coolest thing ever!"  Jesse calls it "the moist maker," referencing lady parts, but Kelvin doesn't understand. Well, he's only eleven.  I didn't know about lady parts getting moist until I started watching this show.  

Uh-oh, Amber's ring is missing.  Kelvin thinks that Judy stole it: she steals a lot of things, dragging him to the mall to distract the salesclerk while she shoplifts. She threatens to cut "his private off" if he tells their parents.  It's not enough to make fun of his dick size, you have to introduce castration anxiety, too?  

I made a mistake:  At their after-church lunch, Peter owns up to the money he lost investing in Y2K gear. May-May rushes to confront Eli: "You tricked him!  You did this on purpose to punish me!" Yep, just like Judy, it's all about you. "But Eli is going to buy it back!"  "Nope, we're not taking his money.  It's evil!"  

Remember in Episode 3.1, May-May attacks Aimee-Leigh for "what you done to my family"?  I can't see here that Aimee-Leigh did anything; she's been perfectly nice.  It's all on May-May for bullying Peter and refusing to let Eli help.

All sensitivity: Jesse rushes into Judy's room to yell at her for stealing Amber's ring, but she is so distraught over her parents' ridicule that he ends up consoling her.  He explains that they both get angry easily, because they take after their father, whereas Kelvin "is more like Mama that way.  He handles things more like a girl does. Just sensitivitively and stuff."   Sounds like he is identifying Kelvin as feminine/gay at an early age.

To get revenge on Trent for the hair-cutting, Jesse breaks into the school dressed as Slenderman and bashes his face with a cymbal.  Surprisingly, that doesn't knock him out or kill him.  

Next Jesse shaves his head and pantses him. The other students all point and laugh.  He turns around, but now everyone is laughing at his penis! Ulp -- like Kelvin, the adult Trent will face fears of sexual inadequacy.

Left: not Trent's dick.

Peter's Fall:  In a very effective staging decision, we are looking through the window of a coffee shop as Peter enters the bank across the street. We hear screams and gunshots.  People rush out, followed by Peter and the security guard. Our view is obscured by cars driving past and the condiments on the table, but it looks like they exchange gunfire and collapse. Peter has been shot in the face and the leg. The security guard is dead.     The end.

The full review is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

[maxbradley]

[[Mature Content]]

One of those Lousy Nights (2012)

I groan, cup my fingers to support this thing in my fist.  

He’s not here again… All I want—he won’t give to me anymore.

“Quit your moping, you stupid kid. How about we imagine of someone else for a change, spreading herself out—Quiet! “Ain’t she a beauty? I’m sure she’d enjoy it.”

She was raped. She has no chance of getting close to another man again.

“You’re not a man.”

I growl, pointing daggers at those blood tainted bits of glass. I want to shatter my mirror image, starting with that smug face. Despite his taunting I continue to pump harder, having my “friend’s” bodily image come over me, leaving me to a hot, hot fever. Bradley, yes! Bradley—more, I want more!

“You need this, I think.” The Other Me snorts a laugh as he tosses that plastic toy—I can’t stop my self-induced panting, short of vital supply…

With my luck, the guys were taking too long in getting back from that rave. I don’t think they’ll be here for another hour. Another, lonely, hour.

“Don’t be sad, little boy. I’m here, keeping you company—yes?”

I roll my eyes, despite my current state of affairs, “I don’t care for you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did!”

“But I’m all you have, for the time being...” It must have been delirium; something wet swallowed me; He couldn’t stop caressing me with that muscle—“Ah!”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Sudden satisfaction as I felt His hands massage my thighs. He let go of my prick and laughed, “You’re too easy—All you need is another bedfellow to entertain you!” The vibrator was nearly finished with me. Gasping for air as I went in his mouth again—

Shut up—he’s laughing in my head—sha, ah. Ah! Ahh—Still sucking on me! My back then arched when—

“Dammit!” I release the lust for Him all over the sheets, “So cute.” He’s licking His lips, savoring my fluid.

My heart pounds wildly against my ribcage, threatening to burst, and there’s a never-ending rush to my cheeks—All of a sudden I feel myself do a 180 and I end up staring at… myself.

Sprawled out on the cotton. Vibrator’s still going, and I’m still spurting.

Didn’t think I looked that good, cum and all.

“Max, baby.”

I should stop browsing through Bobby’s stash of Playboy Magazines.

“You miss me?”

Like I told Bradley, and myself… I was going to try and change. It’s hard for both of us…

“Hey, Roxanne.” My self on the bed reached out and touched this doll’s face with my sweaty palms—She switches off the toy and pulls it out of me with a look of disgust before leaning down over my bed self’s face, kissing my nose… “Get over me, Roxie.”

I watch, overhead, at ourselves having a good time—Arms emerged from behind and wrapped around my naked torso, and that chilling breeze teases my ear, “You like that, don’t you?”

As my imaginings got more perverse I gulp down the last of my current dignity—“How about we join them? Three on you is good fun for Me… I know that your friend with benefits would just love to have her around, between you two.”

My mind’s eye can only catch a glimpse of it—“Remember that girl offered to you a long time ago? At the whore house??”

Brad took her instead. I remember being scared witless when I found out exactly what he meant by “all the others”! She was a virgin— “You should have taken her. She would have been a far better companion than that scum! You wouldn’t have wasted your precious time on the likes of him!”

At this I finally tear my eyes and ears away from my high school sweetheart sex fantasy,

“I thought you only cared about getting Roxanne.” Looking over my shoulder, I sneer, practically joking around with this demented freak. He caught on real quick—

“You KNOW I want her most of all. She’s our prized possession. She belongs to us, always, and forever…..

My heart’s aching again. Trembling, I turn full face towards Him.

“Look at what your ‘love’ for Uppercrust has done to you. It doesn’t matter that he decided to become ‘just friends’ with you now—It doesn’t matter if he ‘changed for the better’ or not!”

… What is he getting at?

“I want you to remember EVERYTHING he’s done to you! Before they found you out!”

I know what he meant by “they”. I lower a brow, trying…

“I don’t remember everything.” Like a boy in grade school.

“Maximilian!” in disbelief, “You dumb dog! He used you, tortured you, and downright humiliated you! Tied you up, gagged you—How can you NOT remember?? What—

What is He trying to say?? Other Me’s grabbing my skull, jostling it around—“I don’t remember! Only the scars—” tearing away before jabbing with a strong finger at His inverted crosses on the arms and the gash on the side, Him suffering a sudden yelp, “—and my navel!”

He got back at me with a punch to my stomach, “Are you fuckin’ stupid, freshman?! Use your memory! Use it!!” I’m doubling over and my vision gets fuzzy, static on the screen. I seriously can’t remember the details. Now my temples are pulsating. I only recall sweet caresses and the breathing of my name—getting rough sometimes and making me cry a bit, but I’d be fighting back—I wasn’t used to it yet! But he never—?!?

Through the noise I can see him. Gone wide-eyed facing black poison, scathing— going into hysterics. Nearly pulling His hair out of my scalp, pieces floating in the air—He’s almost laughing!

“He made us slaves, Goof Boy! He NEVER cared—And He never will!”

This is nothing like my voice— “. . . . . YOU—forget!!”

“Wh—What are you talking about?!” The vision finally clears and I’m cut through with a knife from nowhere—!

A flash of red and I’ve shot up on the mattress, sweat rolling down my burning face! Still naked. Sheets slimy with my dew.

Taking forever to catch my breath, shivering all the while. Damp hair stuck to my skin, “What—Ah! what—ha.. haa…”

The guys still aren’t here yet. My face falls into my hands, “No, my G…”, catching myself in the phrase, beginning to calm down… I let the blood reach my brain before pushing my sore legs off the bed, bunching up the linen. Careful in my trek to the washer and dryer down the hall.

. . . What, did He. . . . . ?

Growling, “When’s the last time you’ve looked in the mirror, you retard?”

That wasn’t me. I don’t think it was…

Whatever— It was just another stupid dream.

I got a test tomorrow.

And I’m fuckin’ tired.

… Just another one of those lousy nights.

[outzenstevenson5]

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I know everyone likes the "secretly good villain whumpee..." but what about when the villain was a rat- bastard with very few redeeming qualities... just being injured and sick and oh so broken. Just begging for mercy, even though they were so arrogant and vicious before.

I melt at those scenarios.

I agree with that. If the villain is secretly good, you might as well call him or her a hero- or at least a vigilante.

Vicious and Bloody

Warnings: gorey(?) description of injuries, maggots, blood, vomit, mention of people dying, pus, field medicine, bathing, vomit, sleep deprivation, pills (tylenol and ibuprofen), attempted murder, implied past torture, hallucinations, fever, delirium

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There was no rational answer for the scene in front of her. Not even the greastest minds in history could comprehend it- figuratively speaking. It was just so peculiar, odd and out of place, that it was like from a different dimension.

The said scene would be absolutely mortifying to the squeamish soul. Between the blood and the vomit and the maggots, the sight was more than revolting.

But still, ignoring her instincts to gag and run, Civilian crouched down next to the poor man- not touching, of course, it would only irritate his injuries further and be disgusting on many levels.

"Should I call an ambulance?" Civilian asked the man softly, brushing back the part of his grimey hair that wasn't intoxicated by maggots or too much blood.

But in doing that, she realized that the man wasn't even conscious. Which, was not surprising and brought a small relief to the nervous civilian.

But it also revealed his identity. Even without the foreboding mask, his features unmistakably were those of the most feared and vile human of the city.

Villain.

"If you ever see Villain, call the heroes. If he so happens to be incapacitated, kill him or injure him further to limit his ability of escape or to destroy."

That mandatory lesson rang through Civilian's ears nearly as loud as semi's horn. It was every civilian's responsibility- whether they were a certified hero or not- to hand it or dispose of any being against the government.

Especially Villain.

Especially without any doubt Villain.

Civilian sighed and observed the injured man's face. It was her responsibility to do this, the city would thank her, applaud her.

She brought her hands to Villain's neck and squeezed. His breaths hitched, but he didn't wake, not even to the sensation of suffocation. Civilian squeezed her eyes shut, but it did nothing to rid her mind of the horrendous sight of his already crimson stained face growing even redder... his lips paling then morphing into a grayish blue...

Civilian gasped, drawing her hands away from his neck. The villain's eyes shot open as he tried to fill his lungs, but as he heaved and wheezed, they kept rolling up and sliding closed.

"Hey!" Civilian exclaimed, tapping his shoulder. Villain's eyes shot open and he looked at Civilian with an expression filled with the unthinkable.

Fear.

Villain's lip trembled as he tried his hardest to scoot away. He whimpered something unintelligently and weakly held up a hand as if to protect himself from futher harm- as if the shaking limb could do anything other than wave aimlessly in the air.

Upon coming to the conclusion that escape was impossible, the villain resumed a position of pointless mewling.

"Don't hurt me," he whined, tears streaming down his cheeks, making the small cuts sting and itch. "D-don't hurt me. I've been bad, please don't remind me. P-please." He shifted his head into his elbow and sobbed.

Civilian didn't know what to do with the scenario, so she just allowed him to cry until he was too exhausted to do anything other than whimper pained pleas.

When his eyes started to droop, Civilian wrapped her arms around his upper body and heaved him into a sitting position- somewhat shocked of how limp and pliable he was.

Then she stopped. What was she doing? Villain was the most notoriously evil person in the city, if not the universe. He killed hundreds, thousands even including men, women, and children. He was undeserving of any level of comfort, whether that be love, care, or compassion.

Yet someone had to be worse than him to put him in such a nasty condition.

"Don't hurt me," Villain whispered, clinging to Civilian's shirt with all his might- as little as that was.

"I won't," Civilian promised, smiling down at the injured villain. The villain sighed and closed his eyes.

She had to help him now. It would be practically illegal to turn him in, or harm him even further. Well, metaphorically speaking.

Civilian dragged Villain into her house. Luckily, she owned a one-story, so bringing him to the bathroom was not too big of a deal- apart from the exertion on her slender arms, that was.

Immediately, Civilian stripped off the remains of his tattered clothing and sat him in the tub. Gingerly, she washed out the infection wounds, making sure all the maggots were gone.

After thirty minutes, she only finished the lower half of his body and his back and shoulders were much, much worse. It took another hour to get done with those.

Civilian took a second to catch her breath, she didn't realize how diligently she was working. The villain was completely clean, other than countless uneven holes that looked like someone grabbed his skin and pulled it out.

The next line of business was whether or not to give him stitches. Many of the remainding wounds were heavily infected and would benefit from being dried out.

Many of those infected wounds needed to be drained and removed.

Civilian sighed, thinking of her nursing classes. She had school tomorrow...

Someone was dying.

Someone with the name of Villain.

Civilian ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. She ran in through the sharpener a couple times before heating it on the stove to remove bacteria. Here goes...

Civilian cut into one of the infected abscesses and carefully drained the pus out. She sighed and wiped her hands on a papertowel. She should really be wearing gloves...

Villain jerked, suddenly awakening with a shriek. His eyes saw the knife and he froze, staring at it for a long time, before erupting into unstoppable sobs.

"Don't hurt me! P-p-please don't... knife," he wailed, trying to curl into himself.

"Stop it," Civilian tried to reason, clenching her teeth, as she pulled Villain away from himself. He started to rock, back and forth... back and forth... back and-

"Hurts," he whimpered.

"I know," Civilian whispered, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm trying to help."

"No. Pain."

"No pain?" Civilian repeated, trying to make sense of what Villain's intent of the statically said statement.

"No pain," he murmured, resting his head against the tub. "Take away."

"I don't have anything for the pain," Civilian told him softly. "Some nyquil, but I'd rather give you tylenol for the fever."

Villain looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Please," he begged..

"It's just gonna make you tired, not take away the full extent of the pain."

Villain let out a strained sob and kicked out with his feet. Pouting in the most pitiful way.

"Just," Civilian sighed. "Just. It's gonna hurt."

Civilian leveled the knife to another wound and drained it. Villain writhed in the beginning, but stopped when he realized his fate.

By the time each major abscess was drained, Villain was barely conscious, his head lolling groggily against the bath tub. Civilian gulped. She would have to disinfect the wounds now, but she didn't have anything for it...

Salt water, a saline solution.

Villain's screams did not leave Civilian's memory for a while, even when he was finally asleep on the couch. Civilian aimlessly rubbed his hand, whispering to him as he slept, but it all felt wrong. So, so wrong. All the people he hurt never got the same level of care that he was receiving- as if they had any at all.

But at the same time, it felt right. None of Villain's victim's injuries were as extreme as his- they either died or went to the hospital. Whoever tortured Villain wanted him to suffer, not that Villain wanted people to not suffer...

Crap, this was confusing herself.

Civilian cared for Villain throughout the night. The open textbook on her kitchen table did not even remind her of her class in the morning. Nothing could, especially when someone so sick seeked her hospitality.

Villain's fever raged and he was fed more and more tylenol. Eventually, she started to put ice packs around his neck and major arteries, but he was still so, so miserable.

He started to hallucinate. Sometimes whimpering about a bat flying around his head, or laughing giddily. But one of these episodes really stood out to Civilian.

"Curve, curve," he muttered as his cheek rested against the mattress- for some reason he kept flipping himself to his stomach. "Fall."

"Then cave." The delirious, but intense gaze the villain had made Civilian wonder if he was trying to tell her something in his fevered state.

"Man hurt."

Civilian shushed Villain and gave him a quick sip of water with an ibuprofen tablet. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Don't hurt me," Villain whispered, scratching at the sheets. "Please."

"I won't, sleep."

Villain slowly, oh so slowly nodded as he allowed his eyes to slip closed.

Civilian took care of Villain as best as she could. She really needed to get supplies, but it was dangerous to leave the villain unattended as sick and injured as he was. Infection set in agai, fever rose...

Civilian groaned and rubbed her head. She had a horrible headache from stress and lack of sleep.

Maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt...

When Civilian woke up, seven hours later, she found Villain shivering on the ground with vomit all over him.

"Dangit," Civilian groaned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Just dangit.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 64: Shower

There were a lot of benefits to living in a muggle flat in London.

Draco never had to worry about being recognized, it was delightfully noisy (always an added bonus when you woke up from a nightmare, it was very grounding), and one of his neighbors was always leaving him baked goods just outside his door.

But there were definite downsides as well. Mostly that when things broke (which pretty much seemed to be always) he couldn't use magic to fix it and had to wait for the muggle repair man.

"You're sure you can't get here any sooner than Friday to fix the shower?" he asked the maintenance man over the muggle mobile he'd purchased shortly before moving in.

"I'll get there as soon as I can but it's Friday at the earliest," the man replied, "right now I have a busted toilet, a broken garbage disposal, a kitchen light repair, a cabinet door replacement, a window that won't open, a door knob that the lock sticks on, and an ac unit that is pumping in hot air."

Draco resisted the urge to tell him to hire some help and sighed, "Right. Thank you."

The man grunted in response and hung up.

After a moment of contemplating his options, he gathered up his bath supplies and marched down the hall. When he'd moved in a girl named Amelia had told him if he ever needed anything just to come knock on her door. She'd said that she and her boyfriend would be happy to help, and she had even mentioned a shower breaking specifically.

Steeling himself he knocked, "Amelia?" he called. "It's Thomas from 116," he added, he'd almost gotten used to calling himself that. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but my shower is broken and-"

"Just a minute!" a distinctly male voice called back.

And he waited, feeling more embarrassed since couldn't recall having ever met Amelia's boyfriend. He hoped that he wouldn't think that Draco was a creep.

"Sorry," the man called, and Draco heard the locks being slid from their places, "Amelia and I broke up but I'd be glad to help wi-"

The door opened and Draco felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. "Potter?" he spluttered

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"Draco Malfoy, what the actual fuck?"

"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.

Potter drew back like Draco had slapped him, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

Before Draco could respond, Delores from the room between their rooms emerged and Potter grabbed him by the front of his tshirt and dragged him inside of his flat.

Draco barely had a moment to notice that his flat was surprisingly cozy before Potter was standing in front of him once more, arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" Draco exclaimed. "I've lived here for six months!"

"Well I have lived here for almost a year!" Potter replied. "How did you find this place?"

"Do you know how hard it is to find a flat to rent in London?" Draco asked.

Potter paused, "Actually, yes," he replied. "And this place is enough of a shit-hole that there is a rotating tenant-base."

"Where's Amelia?"

Potter's brow furrowed, "How do you know Amelia?"

"I don't," he said with a shrug, "I met her when I was moving in and she told me if my shower ever broke I should just come knock on her door."

Potter sighed, "Damn."

"What?" Draco asked, feeling like he'd missed something.

"Oh nothing," Potter said, waving him off, "I'd just really been hoping that the guy I caught her cheating on me with was the only one."

Draco spluttered, "I was not romantically involved with your girlfriend."

"No," Potter replied, "No, I know. Just we worked opposite shifts so she was home in the day and I was home at night, and," he shrugged, "Well, you know how it goes."

Draco pinched his arm, he must be dreaming.

Potter turned and wandered toward his kitchen and Draco couldn't help but wonder if he was meant to follow him. "Tea?" Potter called over his shoulder.

And really, Draco had just meant to beg to use the shower but that little part of him that desperately loved gossip decided tea was a better plan. "Please."

The other man sent a smile at him over his shoulder, dimple popping up and Merlin, when had Potter gotten this attractive?

"So," he said as he put the kettle on, "What do you do?"

"I'm going to a muggle university, actually," Draco replied as he found a seat on a stool at the island, "studying to be a solicitor."

"Huh," Potter said, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, "That suits you."

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," he said, brow furrowed.

"Oh, nothing," Potter assured, "Just you're clever, good at arguing, and good at finding loop holes, I imagine."

At the earnest look on Potter's face, he decided not to take offense. "What is it that you do?"

Potter smiled at him, "I work at an animal shelter."

Draco blinked, he'd never expected that answer.

"I know," Potter laughed, "It's not what anyone expected but it makes me happy and it feels like good work."

The kettle whistled and Potter turned around to fetch down a couple of mugs and make them tea. "How long have you been living out of the wizarding world?"

"A little over a year," he replied. "It was just too difficult," Draco said, "I was mobbed everywhere I went, sent death threats," he added, "Not that I don't deserve them-"

"You don't," Potter said sharply, spinning around to face him. "Godric, Draco, you were just a kid. We all were."

He swallowed and looked down at the island, "Be that as it may," he said carefully, "I think it's easier for people." He made a vague gesture, "Not to have to see me."

"The pressure in the wizarding community is unreal," Potter said, setting a cup of tea along with the sugar bowl in front of Draco before he made his way to his refrigerator, "You still don't take cream, do you?"

"No," he replied with a little smile, pleased that he wasn't the only one to still remember oddities about the other.

"Why don't we go into the living room?" he suggested. "My furniture in there is much more comfortable."

Draco followed along behind him and settled onto what appeared to be the least squishy piece of furniture, a beige chair. Potter seemed to have no such qualms and sunk into a cozy rocking chair. Draco cleared his throat, "You've been gone for how long now?" he asked.

"Almost two and a half years," Potter replied before taking a sip of tea.

"Do you miss it?" Draco asked.

Shrugging one shoulder he answered, "Sometimes. I still go to the Weasley's most Sundays and I go for birthday parties and holidays. It's enough." He took another sip of tea, his eyes glued to Draco in that piercing way of his and it felt like it had been ages since someone had actually seen him. "What about you? Do you miss it?"

"At the beginning," he confessed, "But less now."

Potter hummed, seemingly waiting for Draco to continue

"Did you go to-"

Potter waved him off, "My life is exceptionally boring, I assure you. Tell me about you," he said. "Tell me about school, about what you want to do with your degree, tell me about acclimating to Muggle life," he chuckled, "tell me everything."

And so Draco did. He talked about his classes, talked about how difficult certain parts of living like a muggle were, talked about doing work with children, talked about doing a double major in law and in psychology. Draco talked, and talked, and talked while Harry listened; and he realized it had been a really long time since someone had done this with him.

He was in the middle of a story about how he hadn't understood how pens worked when Harry's mobile rang. With a wince he pulled it out of his pocket, "Sorry," he said, silencing it only for it to start ringing again a minute later. He huffed, "Sorry," he repeated. "It's Hermione and Ron. They'll just keep calling if I don't answer, give me just a minute."

"Of course," he said.

Harry gave him a little smile, "I'll get some more tea," he added before picking up.

Over the tiny little speaker Draco could hear cheering and hollering before a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday was sung and Draco felt the blood drain from his face. He pulled out his own mobile and clicked the wake button. July 31

He felt like such an arse, here he was blabbering away at the other man when Potter probably had a million things he'd rather be doing.

"Thank you," Potter said over the phone from the kitchen. "I'm a bit busy just now," he broke off to listen to some chatter. "Yes. I'll be by on Sunday to celebrate." Another pause, "Yes. Love you all, too. Kisses to Rosie and Teddy."

When he returned he said, "Sorry, you were saying about the pens?"

"I feel like an absolute clot," Draco said.

"What? Why?"

"It's your birthday!" he exclaimed, "and here I've sat for the past two hours talking your ear off about..." he trailed off, "Complete nonsense!"

"Oh, it's fine," he said, waving Draco off, "This is way better than the way I was planning to spend my birthday."

"Oh? Why don't I believe you?" he asked.

"No really," Potter said earnestly. "I was just going to go for a walk and then hang out around the house."

"But why? Don't your friends want to see you?"

"Oh, the Weasleys are away. They went on a trip to Spain; when they made the plans, I'd planned to be on a beach in the Galapagos with Amelia."

"I'm taking you to dinner," he said firmly.

"I couldn't impo-"

"I insist," he interrupted. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Well if you insist," Harry said with a laugh.

"Good. I'm going to use your shower and then go get dressed and we're leaving in twenty minutes."

He chuckled, "It's a date."

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And it really had felt like a date, Draco reflected as they strolled back toward their apartment building after a long dinner with multiple courses and dessert.

"Thank you, by the way," Harry said, his shoulder bumping lightly into Draco's when they were just outside of their building.

"Don't mention it," he replied. "It's the least I could do."

Harry stopped and looked over at him, so Draco stopped next to him, "It's not, though," he said. "You didn't have to do any of this."

"I wanted to," he huffed.

He started to lean in closer, "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong," he whispered.

"What?"

"This," he murmured before his fingers cupped Draco's cheek and his lips pressed, soft and dry, against Draco's lips.

Harry drew back, "Alright?" he whispered.

Draco's fingers clenched in the front of Harry's shirt and he tugged him back in, slotting their lips together once more. The fingers on Harry's right hand slid through Draco's hair and his other slipped around Draco's back, drawing their bodies flush against one another as Harry's tongue brushed over Draco's bottom lip.

They stood on the sidewalk and kissed for a long moment before Harry pulled back and murmured, "Come home with me?"

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, brow furrowing.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied, pecking Draco's lips again.

He couldn't help but smile as he nodded his consent and Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him inside and straight to his bedroom.

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Later, when they were still lying in bed talking about whatever nonsense came into the heads, Harry said, "Draco?"

"Mmmh?"

"This was probably the best birthday I've ever had."

He rolled onto his side so he could see Harry's face illuminated by the moonlight. Harry reached up and brushed his forefinger over Draco's cheekbone and Draco responded, "You've not had many good birthdays, then, have you?"

Harry laughed, "I've had some good birthdays."

"Next year," Draco said before he could think through what he was about to say, "Next year I will give you the best birthday you've ever had."

"Oh?" Harry said, grinning widely at him.

At the sweet, innocent look on Harry's face, he let himself dream, let himself imagine what life could turn out like. He nodded, "I'll wake you up with lazy morning sex, you seem like the type to really enjoy that."

"I am," Harry affirmed, his dimples showing.

Draco leaned in and pressed a kiss to the nearest dimple and said, "Then, I'll take you to Paris for breakfast."

"Ooh, Paris?"

He nodded, "I'll get you strawberry crepes with mounds of whipped cream."

"Sounds delicious," Harry said.

"Then I'll take you to a beach somewhere, Bora Bora maybe," he added, enthralled by the pleased crinkle around Potter's eyes.

He hummed, "I've never been to Bora Bora."

"No?"

Harry shook his head.

"Right, then we'll spend the whole day there, I'll sit under an umbrella all day and pretend to get annoyed when you come to kiss me and get sand and ocean water all over me."

He laughed, "As long as it's pretend."

"Then," Draco said, "I'll bring you back to a little villa that you can see the ocean through the floor and I'll cook you dinner. We'll eat together, then go swimming in the dark."

"Sounds lovely," Harry sighed.

"And then we'll come back and try out the bed that's under the stars," he said, brushing a hand over Harry's waist.

"That sounds really nice," he murmured.

"It's a date, then," Draco said.

He smiled back and echoed, "It's a date."

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And, true to his word, one year later Draco took Harry to Paris for breakfast and then to Bora Bora for the rest of the weekend. Harry proposed to Draco the very next morning.

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Day 63: Hair | Day 65: Question

[fanficsbykay]

Seven Days

Summary: The Clique's Six annual reunion is coming up and so are a lot of secrets and changes. Can one week bring friends closer together, or further apart? Find out in Seven Days, based on the Mary J Blige song. Rucas Centric. Joshaya; Smarkle;

Word Count: 2,190 

Chapter 1:  A Friend of Mine

MONDAY

She tossed the thin dark purple cardigan on and listened to Maya rant about the inconvenience of their impromptu reunion. Riley giggled as Maya waved off a euphemism about Farkle and Isadora flying in late that evening. Riley grabbed her keys and shuffled Maya towards the front door. Maya groaned and leaned back into Riley’s arms purposely making it hard for the bubbly brunette to move her. 

“Maya,” Riley chastised and the blonde smirked. 

“Oh come on Riles, do we really need to go get party supplies? It's just us six!” Maya groaned. 

“Maya it's been a year since all six of us were together! Aren’t you excited to see our friends?” Riley pouted. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Maya said and rolled her eyes. 

Riley knew it was a front, and that Maya was just as excited as she was. Despite being close the clique six had spread out across the continent for college. Maya and Riley stayed true, and both got into NYU. While Riley went to Steinhardt for English Education, Maya found her calling at Tisch for Collaborative Art. Although in different programs, they became roommates in a cramped two-bedroom, a gift from their parents. Their friendship never wavered and if anything it got stronger over the last few years. As their junior year ended they wanted to celebrate with their best friends. In just mere months they would be college seniors, and then off to more school or careers. 

“Farkle got us a suite,” Riley teased and Maya grinned. 

“A suite? Okay, Minkus, guess that business degree is working after all,” Maya mused and stood up straight. 

As the girls found their place at NYU, Farkle and Isadora found their place at Stanford University. Although Princeton University was their goal, they both realized the move across the country would do them good. It was no surprise that both of them had done well successfully that they were graduating before their friends. Farkle in the fall will be attending Stanford Graduate School of Business and Isadora will start her Ph.D. program in Neuroscience. Another reason for their motley crew of friends to come together. 

“It's more like a graduation gift from his parents,” Riley said and led Maya out of their apartment. 

“I can't believe those two geniuses are already going to their second degrees, I barely think I am going to make it out of my bachelor’s,” Maya groaned as Riley locked the door. 

The two linked their arms together and Riley giggled. 

“Maya you're doing great in school, As and Bs,” Riley exclaimed. 

“It's only because I am actually interested in school now, why couldn't we just jump to college?” Maya asked as they walked down the stairs. 

“That's not how life works,” Riley said as they left the apartment building. 

Loud city noises blare down the streets and the crowds shuffled through masses of New Yorkers. Both girls leaped into the mass and followed the flow down the street. 

“I hope Party City isn't crowded,” Maya said as Riley smiled brightly. 

A benefit of having an apartment in Union Square was that everything was close by to them. They could pop in, get some supplies and grab lunch all within walking distance. 

“I doubt it, no major holidays, just some graduations in a few weeks,” Riley said. 

“So … we talked about Smarkle, is there a particular someone you would like to talk about before we see them?” Maya teased. 

“Zay? I heard he might double major,” Riley shrugged. 

“What is he? Can he?” Maya asked as Riley nodded. 

“I mean he is a dance major, maybe he wants to do something in that field but more,” Riley said. 

“Sounds like a lot,” Maya mused. 

“I know but it's Zay, and Duke is letting him do it, why not take advantage?” Riley said 

Zay’s college choice was a surprise to all of them. They knew Zay was eclectic and loved to do different things, but they all assumed he would go back to Texas. He threw them for a loop when he decided to go to Duke University in North Carolina for Dance. They knew he liked ballet but didn't think he would take it on as a major. 

“Wait! You deflected! You know who I was talking about Riles. A certain cowboy down in Texas,” Maya teased. 

Lucas. 

Lucas’s choice was no surprise to Riley, she knew what he was interested in since they were in the seventh grade. So when he announced he was going to Texas A&M Riley was excited for him no matter what. They decided it was in their best interest to break up and stay as friends. Allowing one another to explore these new waters without being weighed down by a significant other. However, it didn't matter to Riley as she never found anyone to match Lucas on any level. Sure she went on dates and flirted around, but nothing was serious. No one was able to make her feel like he did. 

“Lucas?” Riley asked. 

“You said Huckleberry’s name, that's a big step for you,” Maya said with a grin. 

“I always say his name, it's you who insist on these nicknames, Maya we’re twenty-one now. Don't you think it would be a good time to drop the nicknames?” Riley asked. 

“What and miss out on annoying moral compass, do you know me Riles?” Maya fake gasped and Riley chuckled. 

“Yes I do, and to answer your question, there’s nothing to talk about, Lucas and I are friends, with the exception of Smarkle, we are all friends,” Riley said and directed Maya into Party City. 

“You two were always more than just friends,” Maya said as Riley dragged her towards balloons. 

“Why are we getting party supplies again?” Maya groaned. 

“Well while we are just becoming seniors, Farkle and Izzy are graduating. I thought it would be nice to have something like a little congratulations thing during our reunion,” Riley said as she perused gold and silver balloons. 

“Do we have to get gifts?” Maya asked. 

“I’m getting them cards, and I got them each something small, just a congrats thing. You don't have to, you know how I feel about gift-giving,” Riley said with a smile. 

“You love it you fruit loop, I guess I’ll look for something here,” Maya sighed and followed Riley down the aisles. 

As the girls scoured the store for supplies, they kept the conversation light about their friends. Catching one another up on information to prepare for the annual reunion. Maya laughed as she picked up small party favors and found two keychains for her friends. 

“Look one for each of them, the dollar sign for Farkle, and the brain for Izzy,” Maya said as she jingled them. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend. However, she knew the two would love Maya’s gift and treasure it because that is what friends do. 

“I have a special order to pick up,” Riley said as she walked towards the counter. 

“Special? Oh, Riles, what did you do?” Maya asked as Riley talked to the cashier. 

Riley emptied her basket of balloons, candy, and streamers. She smiled as the cashier revealed a bag with Stanford University decorations. 

“Of course,” Maya said. 

“It's going to be so much fun,” Riley said as the cashier rang up her things. 

“Fruit Loop, look I am going to the other cashier to pay for this, don't get any more supplies,” Maya chastised as she walked away. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes once more and smiled as the Cashier scanned the items. Riley’s eyes caught a glimmer of gold and she saw a gaudy gold plastic necklace with a horseshoe. She bit her bottom lip in complementation and took the plunge. 

“Could I get that too?” Riley said as she pointed to the necklace. 

The cashier rang it up and gave her the total. Riley swiped her card with no hesitation and smiled as she was handed the bags. Maya had sauntered over with her small bag and raised her eyebrows. 

“Got everything?” Maya asked as Riley nodded. 

Riley sat at her desk as she edited her final paper for class. One click and she would officially be done with her junior year. However, she couldn't stop herself from continuously changing the ending. Something felt off, and she didn't know what it was. She glanced at the clock and saw it was well past 11:00 PM, and she was exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. 

Her phone vibrated and she glanced at it. It was a text but who it was, surprised her. She didn't know why he would text her so late but he had to have a reason. Sure they chatted outside the group chat but it was mundane, and not so late. 

Lucas: Hey you up?

Riley: Unfortunately, is everything ok?

Lucas: Yeah can I call?

Riley hesitated but ultimately confirmed that he could. Before she knew it, her phone was ringing in her hands. As she took a deep breath she picked up the call. 

“Hey,” She whispered.

“Hey,” Lucas responded. 

“Hey,” She repeated. 

“I thought we grew out of that,” He chuckled. 

“I thought so too,” Riley said as she leaned back in her seat. 

“Sorry to call so late it's almost midnight over there right?” He asked. 

“Yeah but it's fine I was up, I was working on my final paper,” Riley said as she scrolled through the document. 

“Riley Matthews hasn’t finished her homework, oh no the world is ending,” He joked. 

“Oh stop it, I have till tomorrow midnight to submit it but I wanted it done before … the reunion,” Riley said. 

“That's the Riley I know, am I interrupting? Do you want to finish it?” Lucas asked as he cleared his throat. 

Riley paused and leaned back in her chair. A part of her did want to finish the paper, but the other part of her wanted to know why he called, especially this late. 

“I think my brain is fried, I know something is wrong, I just can't put my finger on it, I can talk. What's up?” Riley said as she tried to make her voice sound light. 

“I kind of wanted to hear your voice,” Lucas said, his voice deepening. 

“My voice?” Riley questioned. 

“Yeah … I just needed to hear it. Talking to you has always been easy Riley, and I thought I would call one of my best friends,” Lucas said. 

Riley could tell something was wrong, but just like her paper, she couldn't put her finger on it. She twirled some hair around her finger and listened to him. 

“What did you want to talk about? Tomorrow?” Riley asked. 

“I’m excited to come home,” Lucas said and Riley could feel her heart race slightly. 

“Texas isn't home?” Riley asked. 

“No it isn't, not when everything I love is back in New York,” Lucas said 

“Like your friends,” Riley said. 

“Yeah but a particular one in mind. Plus I wouldn't feel so lost, and I think … I need to be found” Lucas said his voice lofty and Riley bit her lip. 

“Are you okay Lucas, you sound … off,” Riley asked as he chuckled. 

“You definitely know me the best, yeah I’m good, I had a drink and I think … it's getting to me. Don't mind me, I’m sorry for interrupting. Goodnight Riley,” Lucas said and hung up the call before Riley could say anything. 

Riley looked at the phone puzzled at what just happened. She thought about waking Maya but she decided against it. Instead, she crafted a long but well-intended text to the Texan. She needed him to know she wasn't judging him and that she was there for him. 

Riley: Hey, you sounded off. I know you said you drank but, it didn't seem like that was what was going on? You know you can talk to me always if you want to call back we can talk about what's bothering you. I hope you're okay Lucas, I’m always here for you. 

Riley sent the message and returned to her paper. She glanced at her phone every few seconds and waited to hear it vibrate back but it didn't. She sighed and started to type up her conclusion, so she could finally finish her paper. As she saved the document and uploaded it to her college portal, she checked her phone. Still nothing. As she submitted the paper, she got up from her seat and went to the bathroom to do her bedtime routine. 

Lucas crossed her mind with each task, and she wondered if tomorrow it would be easier to talk. She hoped all was alright, and she wished he would have told her what's wrong. As she finished her routine she bounded for her room. She flicked her light off and crawled into bed exhausted from the day. She grabbed her phone to plug it in to charge when she saw a new alert. She swiped through to see a response from Lucas.

Lucas: I love you. 

[fanficmemes]

alright so this is my submission for cursed ask sunday (if you're still doing it)

it's a ron weasely x hedwig fic and if that's not bad enough it's going to get worse

so Ron and Harry are like friends with benefits or whatever but they only make out and stuff

but Ron wants more

one day harry asks him to feed hedwig so he can go play quidditch with ginny. Ron is crying and petting hedwig and then for some reason the author makes him shut drapes.

and then Ron "buries his face in her feathers, kissing her gently"

but it gets worse

an actually, real, horrible quote that haunts me to this day would be "hedwig had finished her dinner and had turned her attention to pecking a dead mouse in her cage. She turned away from ron, her little ass taunting him with each step she took. Ron couldn't take it any longer. He plunged his fingers into her tight asshole. Hedwig screeched immediately, but Ron kept going. He pulled his fingers out a moment later and licked off the owl feces. He felt a rush of excitement as he opened the owl cage and picked her up.

so he decides to have sex with the bird (as one does)

the author talks about how he licks her body and she tastes like dead rodents, which turns ron on apparently.

and Ron's dick is 4 inches. hedwig bites it a bunch which is the equivalent of a blow job I think? and then there's this:

"Ron rustled hedwigs shining feathers as the blood ran down his legs. "You've done this before, haven't you?" He whispered, giving her ass a little spank. The owl only screeched.

and then Hermione walks in why hedwig has her face shoved in Ron's crotch.

so Ron pulls up his pants with hedwigs face biting his dick which hurts hedwig.

the second chapter (yeah theres more than one chapter) is all about Ron lusting after hedwig. it's only like a hundred words.

the third chapter makes me suicidal. instead of going to a relatives funeral, Ron chops off his left testicle to convince his mom he can't go.

Hermione knows what's up so she tries to stop it, Ron tells her he's in love and makes her leave.

when Ron and hedwig are alone, he eats her out.

and if that's not bad enough, Ron stuns her unconscious, continues to finger fuck her and then he chops her head off with a spell.

Ron then proceeds to shove hedwigs head up his ass and masturbates over her body.

and then Ron has to clean it up but he realizes he shoved the head to far up his ass.

so he has to push it out

and with it comes a ton of shit.

so Ron tries to fix hedwig but it doesn't work so he glues her head back on and leaves.

next chapter Ron chops off his other testicle to get out of buying school supplies at diagon alley.

Ron goes to fuck hedwig. she's dead, he's in denial.

and as Ron comes inside hedwig, she explodes.

oh no no, that's not even the worst part

Ron turns to see everyone, including Harry, watching him.

last chapter is him in st mungos.

which is completely understandable.

8.5/10 actually this is the one that made me say it’s time to quit WHAT THE FUCK

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - July 31st

AFAB!Reader x Park Seonghwa x Choi San 

Word Count: 5283

Contents: angst, crying, sub San, dom Reader, dom Seonghwa, pet names and name calling (baby boy, whore), nipple play, teasing, some praise, some degradation, oral (reader giving + San giving), face sitting, begging, protected sex, face fucking (San receiving)

Your feet took you to the old cabins. The ones you’d used in your first summer before they built new ones. Now they were just used to store extra furniture and supplies. You were pretty sure most people knew about them but no one had any reason to be back here. At least it gave you space to think.

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your shorts, a little out of breath from running. You had managed to calm your shaky breaths as you wandered as well. Yoohyeon was not the answer you expected. But would you have been surprised no matter what? Probably.

You didn’t know what to do with this information. He had to have meant it. Why would he lie if it was someone else. And you knew it couldn’t be you. You were sure you would have known if it was. He was nice to you but he was allowed to just be nice? That didn’t have to mean anything. And you gave him sex. It was like friends with benefits. Sweetness was fair.

And anyway didn’t Yoohyeon make sense? He spent some time with her and got to know her and the others. She was fun to be around. She was interesting and really kind to people. She cared a lot about how well she did. And she was hot. And Jihoon was right, you were sure Wonwoo had a chance with her if he wanted one.

He said he didn’t want to say anything though. So he might not even say anything to her. He might not tell her what he was thinking. He might just let his emotions play out and then go off to school again and let his feelings fade. Yoohyeon went to the same school as you and Wonwoo didn’t. They were in the same city but still.

Your swirling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sniffling. You looked around and found one of the cabin doors was cracked open. Anything to distract you from your thoughts was welcome at the moment so your feet carried you towards it and you swung the door open.

San was sitting on a bed that was near the wall, the mattress still on the bed and it was pushed up against another bed. San looked up at you in surprise, quickly wiping away his tears and standing up. His eyes were puffy and his face was a little red and blotchy.

“S-Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m not supposed to be in here.”

“Hey,” you said softly. “I’m not in charge of that. It doesn’t matter to me how you got in. I just heard crying and wanted to see what was going on.”

“I’m fine,” he said.

“Okay come on, dude,” you said, walking into the cabin and leaving the door open. “You can't be fine.”

San sighed. “I just- Boys suck.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you dropped your bag and sat next to him on the bed. “No offense but I agree.”

“None taken,” he said, kicking off his shoes and pulling his knees up to his chest. “I’m just being stupid about something.”

You leaned back on your hands. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “What brought you out here?”

“Ah,” You looked down at your feet. “Also boy troubles I guess.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked.

You chuckled a little. “I don’t even know what I would say. I can’t really make sense of my feelings. I don’t know, I don’t have any reason to be feeling anything about it.”

“That much I can relate to,” he said. “It’s not like there’s even a real reason for me to be upset. It’s not like anything was betrayed.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, also pulling your knees up to your chest. “I feel like right now I just need to take my mind off of everything. I’m thinking in circles.”

Both of you looked up suddenly when you heard a sound at the doorway. Seonghwa was standing there, looking into the cabin in confusion. His face was red and his hair was messy as if he’s been running his fingers through it too much.

“What are you two doing here?” He asked.

“Boy troubles,” you both said.

Seonghwa snorted. “I have an asshole boy to deal with, does that count?”

“All boy troubles are welcome,” you joked.

“Neither of us want to talk about it,” Said San. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Seonghwa sighed, closing the door behind him as he entered the cabin. “I wanted to talk to the asshole about what he said when he was drunk. But apparently he doesn’t remember.”

“Was it bad?” You asked.

Seonghwa came and sat on the other side of San. “It was- It would change things a lot, that’s for sure. I don’t know if I even believe he meant it.”

“This sucks,” said San. “This is the last night before the next group of campers come. We should be enjoying ourselves.”

“Yeah,” Said Seonghwa. “Honestly I think I just need to take my mind off of it.”

“I feel that,” you echoed.

“Oh my gosh.” San sat up a little taller. You both looked at him curiously. “We should have a threesome.”

“Wh-What?” You laughed.

“No, I'm serious!” He said. “You both want to have a distraction and so do I. And it would be fun. At the very least when we have to see them again we’ll be in a better mood. Or we can sleep out here after.”

“I-” You paused for a moment. “Okay that isn’t the worst idea.”

“This- I-I mean why would we want to though?” Seonghwa squirmed, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“We’re all hot,” Said San. “It’s a fun activity. Let’s us think about something else for a while.”

“I do have condoms in my bag,” you mumbled. “And it’s not a bad way to let out some stress.”

“I-I don’t know…” Seonghwa mumbled.

“You don’t have to,” you said sympathetically. “But then you do have to leave.”

Seonghwa sputtered, looking between the two of you. San looked over at him with a slight grin.

“Does it help at all if I say you can be in charge?”

You had to laugh a little at how much Seonghwa blushed at the comment. But his expression was changing a little. He seemed to be considering it more now. You leaned against San as Seonghwa watched the two of you, still deciding. Your lips came close to San’s ear.

“So you wanna sub then, baby boy?” You teased him, quiet enough that Seonghwa wouldn’t hear. San looked at you quickly, clearly affected by the nickname from the expression on his face. It drew a slight smirk across your lips. San was already proving fun to play with. And it was already giving you something else to focus on.

Seonghwa bit down on his lip, looking between the two of you. “Are you two going to tell anyone?”

“Not if we don’t want to,” You grinned. “Right?” You ran your fingers up San’s arm.

“Right,” he said quickly, voice already a little breathy.

“Honestly,” Seonghwa said. “I think it could do me some good.”

San smiled at him, wasting no time in grabbing him and kissing him. Seonghwa seemed a little surprised but he relaxed into the kiss, returning it. You let your hand start to trail over San’s thigh lightly as you brought your lips to his neck. You pressed little kisses to his skin, trailing them lower little by little.

Seonghwa brought a hand up to cup San’s cheek, starting to kiss him more deeply. He leaned more heavily into the kisses and you let your hand trail up under San’s shirt, fingertips lightly touching his toned stomach and up to his chest before trailing back down again. Your other hand braced behind him on the bed for stability.

San sighed into Seonghwa’s kisses and you smirked against his skin. You did it a few more times, slowly trailing your fingers up his body and back down again. Each time you went a little higher until you were grazing your nails lightly over one of his nipples. His breath was shaky in response and you felt his hand land on your thigh.

San moved his hand across your lap as you kept teasing him. You heard Seonghwa let out a groan just before San managed to get his hand between your legs. His movements were admittedly clumsy as he started to rub you over your shorts, but it didn’t matter too much. You were willing your brain to focus on this, focusing on the sensation and the small sparks of arousal it started to bring you.

“Mm that’s good,” Seonghwa groaned as he broke away from the kiss. San was palming him over his shorts, seemingly much more confidently than his hand was on you.

You took the opportunity to pull San’s shirt off. He let you before turning to you with a pout.

“Do you wanna kiss, baby boy?” You asked. San nodded and you leaned in, kissing him. You were trying to keep Wonwoo from your mind but you couldn’t help the comparison. Something told you San wouldn’t be able to take quite as much teasing before it was too much for him.

You tried to push away any thought of Wonwoo as you took San’s hand and guided it into your shorts. He let out a whine against your lips and you kept your movements slow. You placed his fingers right where you wanted them before letting him move them. A small moan escaped your lips at the sensation, much more of what you wanted. You brought your hand back up his chest, teasing his nipple between your fingers.

San let out a whine against your lips before kissing you more feverishly. It was cute how easily affected he was. His little sounds were turning you on, sending more arousal curling though your body and making you wetter and wetter. Not to mention Seonghwa’s groans as San pumped his cock, hand now inside both his shorts and boxers.

“You sound so cute, baby boy,” you hummed against his lips.

“I want to hear him properly, though,” Seonghwa said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you pulled back. San looked between the two of you, only now seeming a little shy as his face started to blush. You reached your hand down his body as you started to kiss at his neck, and found that Seonghwa had had the same idea, trying to undo his shorts one handed.

“Let me,” you purred. “I have a way to make him even louder.”

Seonghwa grinned at you and pulled his hand back, allowing you to take the lead. You pulled San’s hand from your shorts as you kissed at his chest. You shifted around, kissing down his stomach as you sunk to your knees on the floor in front of him. San let out a shaky breath before you even did anything and it made both you and Seonghwa chuckle.

Seonghwa shifted around behind San, placing his legs around him and pressing close to his chest was against San’s back as you undid the shorts and pulled them off along with his boxers.

“Look at that,” you cooed, wrapping a hand around San’s cock. “He’s already nearly hard and we’ve barely touched him.”

Seonghwa let his hands trail up to San’s chest as you pumped his cock slowly. “Are you that easily turned on, baby boy?” He teased.

San rested his head back against Seonghwa’s shoulder. “I-I just- I-It-”

He didn’t manage to get any more words out. Instead, a moan cascaded from his lips as you took half of his cock into your mouth, not quite as much as you could fit but a good place to start. You didn’t move too fast, slowly working him up until he was fully hard. Your hand kept pumping him around the base of his cock.

“Does it feel good, baby boy?” Seonghwa questioned, fingers rolling San’s nipples lightly between them.

“Mhm,” he whined, his chest was pressed forwards into Seonghwa’s touch and his hips were just barely moving in time with you mouth, even though you could tell he was trying to keep them still. 

“Then tell them,” Seonghwa told him.

You gazed up at San, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled back off his cock and teased the tip with your tongue. His gaze as he looked down at you was already hazy and desperate. His fingertips curled into the soft mattress as much as the material would allow.

“Th-Thank you,” he managed.

“You’re such a good boy,” you praised him, grinning at how the praise made him squirm.

“They’re right,” Seonghwa purred to him as you took him back into your mouth, moving a little faster now. “You’re being such a good boy for us. And you’re already moaning nice and loud.”

You sighed quietly around San’s cock. Each of his moans was causing more arousal, sending thrills down your spine. Heat was quickly collecting in your core and already you felt in need of some friction, something to relieve it.

Seonghwa’s words weren’t helping at all. Even though they were directed at San you couldn’t help but find them hot as well. It had you moving a little faster, pumping the base of San’s cock a little more roughly as you started to think about getting off.

“I wonder what you like better,” Seonghwa murmured, bringing one hand up from San’s chest. You watched as he wrapped his fingers around San’s neck lightly, smirking at the desperate whine San let out in response. “Do you want to be praised, does it make you feel good? Or should we be a little meaner with you?”

San started blushing much harder, squirming in Seonghwa’s grasp. Seonghwa held him close and you kept your eyes on him, now invested in his answer. Already your mind was swirling with a number of different things you could say to him.

“Answer me,” Seonghwa said sternly in a way that had you pressing your thighs together, very aware of how wet you were getting.

“I-I like both,” He mumbled. “Y-You can be a l-little mean.”

He moaned out loudly as you took more of him into your mouth. You were growing eager to say something to him and all of the talk between them was making you desperate to get off. You could taste the precum leaking from his cock and running down the back of your throat as you sucked him off.

San tried to reach for your head but Seonghwa grabbed his hands and pressed them down into the mattress. San let out a moan, throwing his head back against Seonghwa’s shoulder as you took him deeply into your mouth. His hips rocked forwards but you brought a hand to his hip, forcing it down and keeping him from moving.

“Do you wanna cum?” Seonghwa teased.

“Y-Yes,” he whined.

“Then ask for it like a good boy.”

“Please,” he gasped, words punctuated by moans. “Pl-Please can I cum. I’m-m so close. Y-You’re making me f-feel so good. Please.”

“Cum, baby boy.”

San bucked his hips up as much as you would allow. His fingers grabbed at the mattress as he came, releasing into your mouth and down the back of your throat. You pressed your own thighs together, nearly worked up enough to come from Seonghwa’s commands yourself. You kept it in the back of your mind that if you ever needed someone to be rough with you he might just be the one.

You pulled back gently, sitting back on your heels and pulling off your shirt. Seonghwa did the same, ridding himself of his clothes before he beckoned you up onto the bed. You smirked at him as you got up from the floor, dropping your shorts and panties in the process.

Seonghwa laid down on the bed before looking at San. “Make yourself useful, baby boy.”

San scrambled between his legs, looking up at Seonghwa with sweet doe eyes as he wrapped a hand around his cock and took him slowly into his mouth. Seonghwa let out a groan, letting his head fall back before lazily beckoning your closer.

“Come here,” he grinned.

“What do you have planned?” You purred, crawling towards him.

“I think you deserve a little attention too,” he reached for your hips. “Come take a seat.”

You couldn’t help your grin as you moved over him, straddling his head. He gripped your thighs and pulled you down slowly onto his tongue.

“Fuck,” you let out a moan as Seonghwa ran his tongue through your folds. You were already sensitive from being so turned on that the light movements of his tongue felt so heavenly from the first touch.

Pleasure curled through you from your core. Seonghwa left steady licks over your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs. Each movement of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure through your body. Already you could feel the small build in your core as the movement of his tongue only made you wetter.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, not that you needed to pull him closer. His hands already had your hips down as low as you would let them. Your other hand braced against the wall as moans started to cascade from your lips, fingers curling as if trying the grab at the flat, cool surface.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered how much you didn’t like Wonwoo’s early oral abilities and…

Why were you thinking about that? In the midst of pleasure, feeling good as Seonghwa ate you out, your mind was on Wonwoo again. There was nothing to think about, nothing to worry about. You probably wouldn’t be jumping into bed with him again either. 

You needed to put him from your mind and just enjoy yourself.

As if on cue, Seonghwa let out a moan against your core. It sent wonderful vibrations through your body that helped you come back to the moment. He gripped your thighs more roughly, pulling you more tightly against himself as his tongue dipped lower. He nose pressed against your clit, rubbing against you as he pushed his tongue into your heat.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, leaning more heavily into the wall. The coil in you core was starting to twist in as Seonghwa’s tongue moved into you, curling each time he pulled it out. His fingers squeezed your thighs and he let out more and more moans against your core.

You listened to the sounds filling the room. Seonghwa’s muffled moans and groans came to your ears and your cunt. San’s moans were muffled around Seonghwa’s cock but they were getting higher and whinier as he got worked up again. And both of their actions caused a symphony of lewd, wet sounds to fill the air around you.

You felt your thighs tremble just a little as you lightly ground down on Seonghwa’s tongue, slightly riding it. His nose rubbed against your clit and it only made you moan more, gripping his hair even more tightly. The feelings mixed with the sounds had you clenching around him, your body starting to want more.

One of Seonghwa’s hands pulled away from your body. A moment later San let out a whiny cry. You looked over your shoulder to see Seonghwa pushing San back off his cock. His other hand moved under your thigh and gently pushed you up, away from his face. You moved off of him, trying not to think about how good it had felt and instead on whatever was coming next.

“Can you grab one of those condoms?” He asked you. You nodded quickly, not letting out the slight whine that threatened to escape your throat at the sight of him, hair a mess, face slick with your juices.

You reached into your bag, grabbing condoms from the pocket you had them in and climbing back up on the bed. You passed one to Seonghwa who was sitting up now. He rolled it onto his cock as you looked at San, waiting eagerly and biting his lip as he looked at Seonghwa’s cock, his own was hard again.

You reached over to him, running your fingers through his hair. “Are you needy again, baby boy?”

He pouted at you and nodded, smoothing his hands over thighs.

“And here I thought you liked my cock,” Seonghwa smirked.

“I-I did- I do-” San said quickly. “I-I just-”

“You just what?” Seonghwa probed.

“I-I just w-want to be t-touched.”

Seonghwa looked at you. “He already came once and he still wants to be touched.”

You grinned. “How greedy.”

“N-No I-I didn’t mea-”

“You’ll get touched again,” Seonghwa said, trailing his fingers along San’s jaw. “Whore.”

You grinned at the way the name made San whine, leaning closer to Seonghwa.

“But first,” Seonghwa said, beckoning to you. “Why don’t you lie down?”

“I would love to,” you hummed, laying on your back on the bed. You bit your lip as you looked up at them both. You were needy now for more than just Seonghwa’s tongue.

Seonghwa moved between your legs, he leaned down a little, lazily dragging his cock through your folds and over your clit. San whined as he watched the two of you.

“Come here, baby boy,” you beckoned him closer. 

San scrambled closer, kneeling near your head as Seonghwa pushed into you slowly. You let out a small moan, drowned out by Seonghwa’s groan as he bottomed out. The stretch around him felt sublime and he braced himself with a hand on either side of you as he pulled his hips back a little before thrusting into you shallowly.

You looked up at San. who was trying to wait patiently but was squirming where he sat.

“Do you want more, baby boy?” You teased, though your voice already sounded breathy.

“Y-Yes please,” he said, trying not to whine. 

“Put your hands behind your back,” You told him. He did it quickly, biting down on his lip while he watched your hand get closer. You wrapped it around his cock, smirking up at him.

“Now stay still, or I’ll stop.”

Seonghwa chuckled lightly as he rolled his hips into you. “You’re evil,” he said under his breath.”

“Can you keep your hips still?” You asked. San nodded quickly and you smirked at him. “Good boy.”

You started pumping his cock, more quickly than he seemed to be expecting. He let out a moan, arms seeming to tense, but he managed to keep his hips still as you started jerking him off. Even so, the moans that fell from his lips were loud and needy and they had you clenching around Seonghwa.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hips started to move a little faster and he pulled back much further before thrusting in each time, getting deeper. 

You let out a moan, letting your head fall back and your eyes flutter shut. The feeling of his cock thrusting into you sent waves of pleasure through you each time. Your legs trembled as your body picked up where it left off, coil in your core starting to curl again as you got closer to release.

You felt San’s hips shift a little in your hand and you stopped, squeezing the base of his cock. You opened an eye to look up at him.

“N-No please,” he whimpered.

You let out a tut. “Only good boys get to cum.”

Seonghwa peered up at him. “You’re already lucky we’re thinking about letting you cum again.”

“You should be more grateful,” you purred breathily.

“Th-Thank you,” he moaned, “Th-Thank you it was f-feeling really good.”

“Good boy,” You grinned, starting to move your hand again. Seonghwa started moving a little faster and you moaned out more, squeezing your hand around San’s cock more as well. He let out a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut, but keeping his hips still as you jerked him off, grinning to yourself at how hard and red his cock was getting in your hand.

Seonghwa cursed again, hips starting to move more roughly as he started to get near his high. You could feel your own body growing more and more tense as release came nearer. Your teasing died down as more moans cascaded off your lips, as well as San’s and Seonghwa’s.

“Please,” San’s voice was strained as he tried to speak. “Please c-can I- Th-This is so good b-b-but could you- Can y-you ride me? P-Please?” He asked as sweetly as he could.

Seonghwa’s hips slowed as he smirked up at San.

“What a sweet little whore. I knew you would want more.”

San’s face flushed as he sputtered a little, but Seonghwa did pull out of you and you sat up. You found the other condom, rolling it onto San’s cock as Seonghwa kissed him roughly.

“I’m going to make good use of that mouth again,” he murmured.

A shiver seemed to run through San at the words. Seonghwa pushed him back roughly to lay on the bed before taking off his own condom. You wasted no time in taking San’s cock in your hand and slowly sinking down on, letting out a moan as you did so. It was nothing compared to San’s though. He let out a high, desperate moan as he gripped the mattress as tightly as he could.

Seonghwa moved next to San’s head as you started to grind down on his cock, moans cascading from your own lips at the feeling. You watched as Seonghwa tilted San’s head to face him, looking down at him with pure lust in his eyes.

“I need to get off too, baby boy.”

San was quick to wrap a hand around his cock. Seonghwa moved close enough for San to take his cock into his mouth. Seonghwa let out a groan as San started sucking him off again.

“Just like that,” Seonghwa’s voice was rough now as he got closer to his own release. “Just like the little whore you are.”

San moaned around his cock, trying his best to keep his eyes open and looking up at Seonghwa.

You started to ride San more quickly, feeling the build of pleasure inside of you. Your core was clenching around him here and there. You were already close and you knew both of them were as well. The way San’s cock felt as you moved was heavenly, you swirled your hips to get more of the feeling you liked and saw San’s eyes roll back as he let out a cry around Seonghwa’s cock.

You did the same movement a few more times between grinding down on him. San’s cries made Seonghwa moan and both of those sounds went right to your core. You let your senses bathe in the scene in front of you. The wonderful feeling of San’s cock inside you. The feeling of his muscles under your fingers as you braced yourself against him. The sight of him sloppily sucking Seonghwa off, trying to keep himself steady but clearly very fucked out and so close to cumming.

And the sounds. Your own moans mixed with theirs in the air. Yours were climbing higher in your voice while Seonghwa’s went lower. His moans and groans became closer to growls as he gripped San’s hair. San’s whines and cries were muffled but still high in his voice. All of which mixed into the wet sounds as you all moved, so close to cumming.

You reached one of your hands between your legs and let out a series of curses as you started to rub your clit quickly and roughly. You felt yourself clenching around San.

San gripped at Seonghwa, trying to pull his head back. Seonghwa pulled his cock out of San’s mouth.

“P-Please. C-C-C-Cum p-p-please?”

“You w-wanna cum baby boy?” You said, your own voice was shaky.

“Y-Y-Y- p-p-p”

Seonghwa tugged his hair lightly. “Then keep that pretty mouth open and cum.” He growled

San’s cock start to pulse as Seonghwa started fucking into his mouth. His back arched off the mattress and his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a high broken moan around Seonghwa’s cock while he came. 

It only made you and Seonghwa want to cum more. Seonghwa fucked more quickly into his mouth. You kept riding him, part of your mind knowing he was sensitive but both of you were so close to your own releases you kept using his body to get off.

You came first, your orgasm crashing over you. Your thighs shook and your cunt clenched around his cock hard, causing San to let out a beautiful, high cry as he squeezed his eyes shit even harder and you were sure as you looked up at him you saw a few tears leaking from them, only partially grasping why in your own fucked out state as the wonderful feeling settled over your whole body.

Seonghwa pulled out of San’s mouth, jerking himself off quickly and letting out a growl as he came across San’s face. Thick ropes of cum landed across his cheeks and his lips as he panted and let out whimpers.

You climbed off of him a little shaky, but still took to cleaning him up. You grabbed wipes from your bag and gently rolled off his condom before wiping him down as gently as you could. San whimpered and squirmed and you hushed him, rubbing his hips soothingly.

Seonghwa took a few moments to catch his breath. As you pulled San’s boxers back onto him Seonghwa took a wipe and gently cleaned up his face, cooing to him.

“You did so well, that was such a good job.”

It almost made you laugh to see how gentle he was as you put your underwear and your shirt back on. Seonghwa pulled his own boxers back down and you laid down on either side of San. He curled into your chest, still shaking, and you cuddled him while Seonghwa pressed against his back.

“How do you feel?” You hummed.

“I’m o-okay,” San sniffled.

“San?” You asked gently. He hid his face in your chest as he started to shake. Seonghwa rubbed his shoulders.

“San, what happened?” His voice was laced with concern.

“It’s not- You two are good I- j-just- H-He- Already he-”

You moved so San couldn’t hide his face. Seonghwa soothed him as you cupped his face and he looked at you through his tears, sniffling and whimpering.

“What’s going on?” You asked, wiping away a few stray tears with your thumbs. 

“Wooyoung, h-he- I thought- I thought we had s-something and h-he- h-he-”

It dawned on you that this had nothing to do with you or Seonghwa. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him to your chest again as he sobbed. You looked at Seonghwa, feeling your own stomach twisting again as you recalled some of your thoughts. 

You couldn’t really justify having sex with Wonwoo now, could you? Not when he wanted to get with your friend. It was different when there were no strings attached, but now they were attached. To someone else. Why would Wonwoo want to sleep with you when he had someone else in mind? You couldn’t chase him knowing he didn’t want you.

If he was going to have feelings for you they surely would have developed by now.

“Do you feel any better?” You asked Seonghwa, almost hopefully as San continued to cry.

“Not a bit,” he sighed.

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Selfish | Jihyo

Hogwarts AU | Enemies to Lovers | “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit. Fuck.”

Wordcount: 3,890

A/N: Sorry if the formatting is weird, but Tumblr won’t let me post anything on my computer, so I had to post this from my phone 😬

“Y/N!”

When Jihyo saw you running through the hallway, she could immediately feel anger seething within her, and she called your name with a sharp tone.

“Oh Jihyo, fancy meeting you here.”

After hearing her voice, you had stopped running abruptly and were now grinning at her sheepishly, pretending like you didn’t know why she was staring you down.

“Stop feigning innocence, Y/N. You’re late. Again! Snape will for sure deduct some points from Gryffindor.”

Jihyo felt like ripping your head off. Of all the Gryffindors you were by far the most reckless one and usually involved when your house lost some points in one way or another. Your favorite activity was to prank Slytherins which always led to particularly hard punishments for your house by Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin. But you just didn’t seem to learn from your mistakes.

“You’re late too though...”

You smirked cheekily, causing her to get even angrier.

“Yeah but I have this opposing to you.”

With her right hand, she pulled out McGonagall’s letter that allowed her to be late for classes if her position as prefect required it and waved it in front of your face.

“That’s unfair.”

You pouted and Jihyo had to suppress her laughter. It was a little unfair indeed. She had simply overslept this morning, but as a prefect, she rarely got punished for anything. But she always told herself that she deserved those benefits. After all, she had to deal with you and your shenanigans almost every day.

“It’s not. I had some...important stuff to do this morning. And now go before we’re even later!”

She lied and you rolled your eyes before starting to run again.

Like expected, both of you arrived late to class and Snape gave you a lecture about the unreliability of Gryffindors for almost fifteen minutes. At the end, he took away some points from Gryffindor with a smug grin tugging on his lips, causing Jihyo to curse you silently. She was sure that Gryffindor had only lost the house cup championships to Slytherin because of you the past years. This year, she had to put a stop to it. Talking with you, however, wasn’t useful. The two of you were in your fifth year already and not once had you listened to her. She had to find another way to keep you in check. The only question was how... The options had thinned out over the years and it seemed like she was only left with one by now. Despite hating you with a passion though, that option seemed to be a little drastic and Jihyo had shied away from pursuing it until now. A fact that changed, however, when she walked into the Gryffindor common room that night.

“That was hilarious...”

“You should have seen Sejoo’s face.”

“I would have never dared to do that.”

Agitated chatter was filling the whole room and Jihyo immediately knew that something bad must have happened; something that most likely was connected with you in some way.

“What happened?”

Jihyo huffed while plopping down next to Jeongyeon on the couch.

“I don’t think you want to know...”

Her friend responded hesitantly and Jihyo buried her face in her hands in desperation.

“Y/N?”

She asked although she already knew the answer to her question.

“Yeah...Let’s just say the incident involved Y/N, Sejoo, the ‘Ossio Dispersimus’ spell and... a 200-points deduction for Gryffindor.”

Hearing the statement of Jeongyeon, Jihyo’s head snapped up and she looked at her classmate bewildered.

“200 POINTS???”

She yelled, causing the surrounding Gryffindors to look at her in shock. But Jihyo couldn’t care less about them. Enough was enough. You could be glad that you weren’t in the room right now, because she was sure that she would kill you if you were standing in front of her in this moment. You had once again ruined the championship for them with your selfishness and she was tired of it. You had to disappear. If you weren’t part of the student body anymore, Gryffindor couldn’t lose points because of you. And there was one easy way to reach that: she needed to get you suspended for the rest of the year and she already knew how.

If there was one person in this school that hated you more than she did, it was Snape. He had tried to get rid of you on several occasions, but your misdeeds had never been severe enough to make him reach his goal. But if she would help a little, she was sure that they could get you out of the way with joined forces. It was a risky scheme, but Jihyo was sure that she could come up with the perfect plan. For two weeks, she martyred her brain to find a way to set you up while protecting her own reputation simultaneously. Coincidentally and much to Jihyo’s chagrin, you didn’t get into any more trouble in those two weeks. On the contrary, you actually stood out for behaving extremely exemplary. You were the first one to appear in every class and the last one to leave because you offered your help to the teachers who often made you stay longer to clean up the classroom. You also didn’t roam around in the hallways anymore after curfew and didn’t even prank the Slytherins. In fact, there were now other Gryffindors that did more mischief than you.

Your good behavior didn’t manage to lift Jihyo’s mood though. If any, it made it worse. Now that she had finally decided to take action against you, you were playing innocent? Of course, her conscience was immediately telling her to stop her plan and to give you another chance. But her brain strongly opposed to that idea. Your good behavior wasn’t enough to erase all the trouble that you had caused the rest of the year. Therefore, she decided to follow through with her plan, even though her bad conscience heavily weighted down on her.

On the due date of her plan, Jihyo went to the library, tightly clasping a letter in her hand while nervously looking around. Being secretive definitely wasn’t her strong suit. As a prefect, she usually advocated honesty and compliance, so everything that she was doing right now went against her principles. She kept telling herself that it was for the good of Gryffindor, but the little voice in her head kept telling her that she was acting out of pure selfishness and it took all of Jihyo’s strength to muffle it. Arriving in the library, she scanned the students and soon found the perfect protagonists of her scheme. There were some first-year Slytherins roaming the aisles, apparently searching for some books to help them solve their Transfiguration homework. Their school supplies were scattered across a table next to one of the huge windows in the library and Jihyo approached it while skimming her letter one more time.

If you want to learn some curses that they don’t teach at school, come to the Forbidden Forest at midnight.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

Jihyo cringed at the primitivity of the letter, but she knew that it would work. Slytherins were overachievers with an affinity for illegal activities. They would be too intrigued by the offer to turn it down. After looking around one last time to make sure that no one was watching her, Jihyo dropped the letter on the table of the first years before scurrying off. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she felt like she was close to passing out. She didn’t know how anyone could enjoy going against the rules; she felt absolutely miserable right now. Not being able to be around people any longer, Jihyo wanted to rush off to her dormitory, but before she could leave the library, someone suddenly called her name.

“Jihyo!”

Jihyo didn’t need a second to realize who the voice belonged to and her body froze instantly. Had you caught her red-handed? For a split second, she considered running away, but before she had the chance to, she could already feel your hand on her shoulder. Reluctantly, she turned around with guilt reflecting in her eyes, ready to get yelled at by you.

“Um...I know it’s a little late, but I wanted to apologize to you.”

You mumbled sheepishly and Jihyo’s jaw dropped. That was definitely not what she had expected to hear from you.

“I know that I’m the reason for a lot of your worries and I also know that I took it too far with the incident with Sejoo two weeks back. I’m really sorry about that and I will try my best to make it up to you and the whole house. I’m proud to be a Gryffindor, so I want to make you guys proud in return too from now on.”

You continued while firmly looking into her eyes as if you wanted to convey the seriousness of your words by allowing her a glance into your soul. A glance that Jihyo didn’t want, because she could feel the complete sincerity of your apology and it made her actions even harder to bear. Why did you need to tell her all this now?

“Um...i-it’s a little late for regret now, don’t you think?”

Jihyo stuttered, trying to sound snappish, but her bad conscience forbade her to harm you even more. You didn’t seem to notice the lack of sharpness in her voice though. Instead, you looked like a beaten puppy who was painfully aware of their misdeeds.

“I know and I’m really sorry. I hope you know that this is nothing personal. I’m really grateful that you’re our prefect, no one would be better at this job than you. I’ve never meant to upset you with my actions.”

You smiled sadly, managing to break Jihyo’s heart. What had she done? You didn’t deserve to be suspended and she didn’t deserve your kind words. What person would set somebody up like this? She needed to get that letter back. Panicked, she looked over your shoulder to the table of the first years, but to her sorrow, the Slytherins were nowhere to be seen. They must have left the library already. Looking back at you, she could see that you were anxiously waiting for some kind of response and she would have loved nothing more than to give you the chance to explain yourself. Maybe the two of you had started off on the wrong foot right from the start. But there was no time to talk right now; she needed to get that letter back first.

“I need to go.”

Jihyo exclaimed breathlessly before running out of the library, leaving you behind with a confused expression on your face. Frantically, she ran down the corridor while scanning the passing people. Yellow, blue and red uniforms passed her by but not a single green one.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit. FUCK! Where are those little brats??”

She cursed under her breath as she reached the stairs. She had no idea where the Slytherin common room was and even if she did follow another Slytherin student there, she would not know the passwords to enter. Desperately, Jihyo grasped her hair and turned around her own axis. What was she supposed to do now? The castle was too big to find the first years. Panicked, she walked up and down the corridor, trying to think of a way to prevent the fatal consequences of her plan from happening. Her only chance was to stop the first years from going to the Forbidden Forest tonight. If she could intercept the Slytherins on their way to the meeting point, they couldn’t get caught by a preofessor and the letter wouldn’t come into play. It was the only way to make this right.

Therefore, Jihyo reluctantly went to the Gryffindor common room where she waited on the couch in front of the chimney like on pins and needles. The hours passed painfully slow, but after a while one fellow student after the other left the common room to go to bed until Jihyo was the only one left. 11:45, the clock face read, causing her to jump off the couch and to stumble to the exit. Under no circumstances, she could let the first years slip through her fingers; she needed to stop them. Being allowed to roam the hallways after curfew as a prefect, Jihyo didn’t worry about running into any professors and headed straight to the entrance hall where she was just about to open the heavy double doors when they suddenly swung open without her help.

“Oh Ms. Park, I’m glad to meet you here. Look who I’ve found loitering outside.”

Mr. Filch croaked smugly while dragging two of the first years from the library by their robes.

Shit.

Jihyo tried to fake a smile, but on the inside she felt like dying. How was she supposed to change the course of these events now?

“What a lucky catch. Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Filch. I can take them to their head of house.”

She tried to pull the first years to her side, but Mr. Filch tightly clasped their uniforms.

“It’s ok. I will accompany you. I want to propose some punishments.”

He giggled ugly before shoving the scared Slytherins forward. Reluctantly, Jihyo followed them to Professor Snape’s office while martyring her brain to find a solution for this hopeless situation. But there didn’t seem to be one. Before she knew it, Mr. Filch already knocked on the dark oak door to Snape’s office which swung open a second later to reveal the irritated-looking professor.

“What?”

He grumbled and Mr. Filch snickered silently.

“I’ve found two of your students outside. After curfew.”

Mr. Filch put exaggerated emphasis on his last sentence, causing Professor Snape to grunt angrily before motioning all of them to come inside. He looked at the two first years in disgust, making Jihyo wonder why he was the head of Slytherin in the first place.

“P-professor Snape, we can explain.”

One of the Slytherins stuttered anxiously before pulling out Jihyo’s letter from his robe, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. She couldn’t just rip it out of the younger student’s hands and destroy it, right? That would be too suspicious. Instead, she had to watch how Snape took the letter and started reading it grimly before his face lit up suddenly.

“Y/N...”

He mumbled, looking happier than Jihyo had ever seen him before.

“Let’s pay Professor McGonagall a visit.”

Before anyone could disagree with him, Snape already scurried out of the room and the rest of them had to follow him wordlessly. Jihyo didn’t know who looked more miserable right now. The two first years or herself. All of them slouched their shoulders and regret was written all over their faces. Filch and Snape on the other hand resembled two Cheshire cats, especially after bolting into Professor McGonagall’s office.

“Y/N has endangered the lives of two first years. I plead for an immediate suspension.”

Professor Snape blurted out before giving the other professor the chance to process this ambush. Jihyo had never been more distressed in her life to have a plan of hers work out just like she had wanted it to.

“I beg your pardon?”

Professor McGonagall asked confused, causing Snape to snicker in amusement.

“These two students here have willfully been lured into a life-threatening situation by Y/N L/N, your student.”

He repeated himself while handing over Jihyo’s letter. Silently, the head of Gryffindor read the harmful words before sighing in desperation.

“That is a severe delinquency indeed...but I’m sure there must be an explanation for this.”

Professor McGonagall was quick to jump to your defense, causing Jihyo to draw hope that was destroyed a second later though when Snape scoffed dismissively.

“Yes, there is an explanation. Y/N L/N is a danger for this school, or have you forgotten about the incident with Sejoo only two weeks back? As a responsible head of house, I can’t tolerate such behavior.”

He narrowed his eyes and Professor McGonagall straightened up defensively.

“I haven’t forgotten about that, but if I may remind you, it was your student who used a slur about Ms. Park’s decent here that caused this whole incident.”

She bit back while pointing at Jihyo who flinched in surprise. What did Professor McGonagall mean by that?

An unsettling feeling started to form in Jihyo’s stomach, and she gulped thickly. What if everything wasn’t like it had seemed?

“That still doesn’t justify the endangerment of fellow students.”

Snape tried to distract from the misdeeds of his own student, leading to a stare down between the two heads of houses. The tension in the room increased with every second until the door of the office suddenly swung open. Inside came Filch accompanied by you, causing Jihyo’s eyes to widen. She hadn’t even noticed that the caretaker had left the room.

“I’ve taken the liberty to bring L/N in.”

He snickered before shoving you into the room.

You ended up standing next to Jihyo and looked at her nervously.

“W-what is this about?”

You stuttered, trying to sound relaxed although a slight trembling in your voice gave away that your heart had to be pounding in your chest.

“You have been caught red-handed. It’s over.”

Snape grinned while pointing at the letter in Professor McGonagall’s hand. Confused, you frowned, obviously not being able to know what he was talking about.

“Why would you lure them into the Forbidden Forest?”

The head of Gryffindor asked in disappointment and you looked at Jihyo for help.

“I did what?”

The confusion and fright in your voice was unmistakable and Jihyo hung her head in shame.

“Quit playing innocent Y/N. We have all the proof we need!”

Snape yelled causing you to flinch in shock. In reflex, Jihyo immediately grabbed your hand and you squeezed it tightly.

“You’re going down for this! You lured two first years into the Forbidden Forest. They could have died if Mr. Filch wouldn’t have found them in time. I will not let this go until you are suspended for the rest of the year.”

With every word more tears started to pool in your eyes and Jihyo couldn’t manage to avert her gaze from you. You looked so helpless right now and all she wanted to do was to save you from this horrible place.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about. I have never seen this letter before. Why would I Iure first years into the Forbidden Forest??”

Your voice cracked in desperation, but Snape just kept on accusing you aggressively. After all, you had a history of pranking Slytherins. Jihyo couldn’t imagine how wronged you had to feel right now, and she gently rubbed your hand with her thumb, not knowing whether she was trying to calm you or herself down by doing so. She knew that she could end all this by admitting that it had been her who had left the letter, but despite being a Gryffindor, she wasn’t brave enough to do that. How was she supposed to explain it? How would she be supposed to ever look into your eyes again?

“That’s enough. We’ve understood your point, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall eventually ended Snape’s rant before looking at you with a sad face.

“I see how this incident is out of character for you, Y/N. Nevertheless, I have to agree with Professor Snape, the evidence is overwhelming. Therefore...you are hereby suspended until we can prove your innocence.”

Your jaw dropped, hearing these words from the head of Gryffindor and you looked at Jihyo as if she was your last hope. But she wasn’t strong enough to save you. Instead, she flung her arms around your neck and pulled you against her body.

“I’m so sorry.”

She sobbed, not being able to hold back her own tears anymore. Suddenly, however, she could feel how you started to stroke her back soothingly.

“Hey, it’s ok. This is not your fault.”

You tried to calm her, apparently not suspecting her betrayal in the slightest.

“Y/N, let’s go to your dormitory to get your belongings.”

Professor McGonagall asked you and you pulled away. With a light smile tugging on your lips, you reached out and gently wiped away the tears that were streaming down Jihyo’s cheeks.

“Don’t be sad, your job is actually going to be a lot easier from now on. Although I really would have loved to celebrate our victory in the championship together at the end of the year.”

You chuckled sadly to cheer her up before trying to turn around to leave but Jihyo held on to you and crashed you into her body again. She couldn’t bear to see you cheering her up any longer. Not after what she had done.

“It was me. I wrote the letter.”

She whispered into your ear while new tears streamed down her cheeks.

In disbelief, you separated your bodies and stared at her with betrayal written all over your face, causing her to avert her gaze. Her guilt was squeezing all air out of her lungs and she waited impatiently for you to expose her. This charade was unbearable.

“And here I was thinking that you were starting to like me back... What a foolish thought.”

You chuckled, causing Jihyo’s head to snap up. Slowly, you started to back away from her while grabbing your forehead in disbelief and Jihyo shakily reached out for you.

“Y/N...”

The words in Jihyo’s mind were all jumbled and the only thing she could utter was your name. Why weren’t you yelling at her? Why weren’t you standing up for your innocence? Your calmness and the disappointed look in your face was slowly killing her. She needed you to punish her for her betrayal, but you didn’t show the slightest inclination to do so.

“No, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”

You mumbled, still seeming to be dazed due to her confession.

“Y/N, what are you doing? You should expose me...”

Jihyo shook your shoulder lightly, but you only smiled at her.

“Yeah you’re probably right. But I won’t. I could never hurt you like that.”

You shrugged while trying to remove her hand from her shoulder but Jihyo only tightened her grasp.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion although the blurry picture in her head was slowly starting to get clearer, revealing a truth that she would have preferred to keep ignoring.

“I genuinely hope that you’re happy now, Jihyo. That’s all I ever wanted. You should look out for Sejoo and his gang though. They don’t like to see a muggle-born in such a powerful position and I don’t know what they will do now that I’m not going to be there anymore.”

With that, you removed her hand from your shoulder and walked up to Professor McGonagall who looked at you apologetically before giving you a sign to leave the room. One last time, you turned around and nothing hurt Jihyo more than to see that the sadness in your eyes still couldn’t manage to erase the affection that reflected in them. She had been so blind all this time...

Who would have thought that she had been the selfish one all along?