#I'm so proud of myself for the sheer consistency of putting it out there

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14. reunited┊ ┊⋆ beyond the stars - kakyoin x reader

synopsis - you've been sent to join the joestar crew on their mission to defeat dio by... dio? y/n is an undercover stand user who joins the sdc to report back to dio their findings and notes about their stands, up until a few moral dilemmas get in the way of your original mission.

ch .synopsis - the return to the mansion goes a lot differently than you expected

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hi everyone, before we get into this chapter, I would like to thank you all for tuning into this shit storm of a fic. I'm excited to start some future works and I truly hope you'll join me for the ride. to consistent readers, you've all been wonderful and rest assured edits will come to this fic slowly but surely. much love to you all <3 This will be a much longer finale. Strap in. tw: mention of guns, restraint.

You walked down the hall, head still held high, but the tears just began to flow. All too soon, you arrived at Dio's door. Taking a moment to compose yourself you sighed. It took all your mental strength to bring yourself to pushing open the monster's french doors.

"I'm here, Dio." You said through the darkness. You felt the aura of his power behind you instantly, almost like he had teleported, but at this point, you couldn't care less. "I've completed my task, where is she?" You asked sternly, turning to face Dio.

"Dropping the "Lord" are we? You should truly respect your elders, (y/n)." Dio stated, his words rolling smoothly off the tongue. "I thought I had taught you that."

"Habit with the Joestars. Where is she?" You stood your ground.

"Fine." Dio snarled at you and led you to a large cage in the corner of the room. It was left in front of the draped window and some other lavish posessions you had studied for ages and made just right for Dio that he barely seemed to care about. "You're lucky I didn't touch her. The damage she has she did to herself."

"(y/n)." Your mother called the best she could, throat parched from dehydration. Despite this, a grin still made it to her thin lips, happy to see her daughter at least once more.

"You have to get out of here, while he's merciful towards you. I got myself into this I'll deal with these consequences." She choked out. "It's okay Mom, we made a deal, you're gonna be set free." You said in attempt to comfort her.

"Are you that foolish, girl?" Dio cackled behind you. "I was kind enough to let you live in the outside world and do part of your bidding away. This wench got herself wrapped into this. Attempt to disobey me and I kill her in front of you." He said snidely. "She's so malnourished she's probably on death's door anyways."

"I gave up my friends, I was a liar, I acted loyal to you and it put my family in danger." You said, dejected. "I don't know why I put my faith in a promise from you ever."

"That was your decision." Dio said snidely. "Now I respect your capabilities enough to let you have a grieving moment together."

You went blind with sheer emotion. While Dio watched you and your mother hold hands through the bars in what should've been those last moments, you grabbed the rope that would pull back the curtain. "I'll come up with something." You mouthed to (y/m/n), tears in both of your eyes. "I love you, (y/n), with all my heart. I'm still proud of you." (y/m/n) said. "I love you too, Mom."

Pulling back the curtain just a smidge, you used the little light you had to make a key for the trap your mother was in. Not enough for Dio to notice, as if it were the usual draft blowing drapes in the wind.

There was a bump.

"Jesus!" You screamed and accidentally yanked the cord for the window. Light flooded the room from the window and from below.

Please let that be literally anyone fighting and winning.

A Vanilla Ice sphere-shaped hole appeared in the ground. Up and back he went.

Dio wailed in pain. Blinded and burned by the light.

He's still a vampire at the end of the day.

"Uh, oops." Suddenly, your brain kicked into gear. Quickly unlocking the cage, you got your mother out and ran.

"(y/n) how did you have a key?" Your mother asked baffled, unaware of your stand power. "I'll tell you later, but you think he ordered massive steel cages and death traps from amazon?"

You both rushed out the doors and ran as fast you could and began to run down the many flights of stairs in the tower. (y/m/n) was running out of stamina and quickly. Having barely eaten and barely any water, she staggered behind. You stood back as she caught up and put her on your back. "I remember doing this for you in the house when you were little, it's kinda funny" She commented tiredly, resting her head over your shoulder. Blinking back tears, you took out your phone and called emergency services.

"Hello, I need an ambulance, stat. I'm with my mother and she's malnourished to exhaustion, can you be by the large double gates at the mansion on fifth? I'll be out in five."

Without waiting for a response, you hung up quickly, solely focused on getting your mom out and to safety.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs and to the front door, you found Polnareff, struggling to get on his feet. "Pol!" You called, letting your Mom off your back, now that you were to the bottom of the stairs, while Dio recovered.

Entering the room, you saw the sheer damage caused by Vanilla Ice. Looking up, you saw the hole leading to Dio's private quarters. Jaw agape, you got to Polnareff. "Shit, shit are you okay? Where's the others?!" You said panicked, whilst helping him to his feet.

"Care to explain yourself?" He asked sternly. "Long story short I was a double agent and a tracking device for Dio to find you guys because he was holding my mom hostage. All hell broke loose, and I'm getting her out of here and coming back to you guys."

The sirens of an ambulance rang outside and paramedics rushed into the wrecked room, seeing your mother hanging onto you while you explained to a damaged Polnareff.

"Mom, go with them." You said to her sternly. "You're coming with me, right? Your friend can come with too." (y/m/n) said, almost pleading. She wanted her daughter home and safe.

"I can't, Mom. I just can't. I'm sorry, I have to finish this." She looked at you desperately one more time. Sighing, she knew she couldn't change your mind. Looking longingly at you she said softly, "I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

Giving each other one last hug, she left with the paramedics. One more stayed behind to make sure you and Polnareff were stable and tried to usher you both to safety. "We're waiting on Speedwagon Foundation responders." You lied with ease, sending away the doctors with your mother.

"Polnareff, I'm really sorry for lying to everyone, but we have to get out of here soon, and I'm going with you whether you want me to or not. Where on Earth are the others?" You rattled out, as you used the light from the hole in the wall to make silver bullets for yourself, and gauze wrap for Polnareff's foot.

"(y/n), I pray I'm not the only one left. Avdol and Iggy are gone."

The motivation in you faltered for a moment, eyes watering. "We can't sit and grieve though, we don't have that luxury." Polnareff reminded you as you began to wrap the injury on his foot. "I can't promise we're going to be fine." You looked up at Polnareff as you tied off the gauze, waiting for him to finish his statement. "That's the whole sentence."

"Oh."

"I knew you weren't actually evil you know."

You helped up Polnareff. "What makes you say that?"

"It's just not your vibe, also, you're literally helping me right now. You helped your mother escape. If I didn't trust you before still, I don't have a reason to not trust you now."

"Thanks."

You both looked at the stairs in front of you that lead to the darkness above. Speed walking up them as fast as you could to stay with Polnareff, you loaded and cocked your pistol. "I'm going to go branch off here and find the others. Dio might show you mercy if you're not with me. Keep going up!"

You said, tearing away from Polnareff. As you ran down the hallway you heard a familiar "Ora!" in the distance. Running towards the doors at the end of the hallway. "There's something else coming!" You heard Kakyoin warn. Hearing his voice again made your heart pound. You were ecstatic to see him, but guilt weighed on your conscious. You stopped for a moment before they could see through door.

There's no time to hesitate.

You turned through the door to find Mr. Joestar, Jotaro, and Kakyoin ready to fight.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You gonna try to kill us too?" Jotaro said seething, Star Platinum glaring at you with hatred.

"Guys, I promise I can explain, I'm gonna get you to Polnareff, it's still day time, we still have some kind of advantage with Dio!" You rambled with fake enthusiasm, thoughts scattered, heart beating out of your chest seeing Kakyoin again, focusing on getting Dio, the insane guilt you felt, oh god even convincing them now. Heirophant Green's tendrils grabbed your wrists and spread them wide, preventing you from moving or aiming the gun still in your hand.

"You know I figured there was something off with you. I gave you benefit of the doubt, but we all still trusted you, I still trusted you, I ignored it and I fell for you." Kakyoin said cooly, yet disparaging to you.

"Nori, I wanted to-" You were stretched further by Heirophant at the mention of your nickname for him "-tell you. I wanted to tell all of you before we got to the mansion but things happened too-"

"You're still a mole, a liar." Kakyoin raised his voice. Hurt written on his face. Violet eyes that once looked at you with love and longing now looked at you with disgust. You looked to the others, a plea for forgiveness in your eyes.

"We're going ahead, Kakyoin. We'll meet up later." Mr. Joestar said looking away from you, solemn in the fact you had betrayed them all. Him and Jotaro headed towards the door you entered from.

"Avdol and Iggy didn't make it. Please just let me take you to Polnareff. Please. He's alive, I treated his injuries after fighting." You begged. Your vision following them as Mr. Joestar and Jotaro stopped in their tracks at this news.

"Nori-" You corrected yourself. "Kakyoin, Please, just please listen to me. You can be angry all you want at me but we need to get back to Polnareff, he could be with Dio by himself right now for all we know!"

"And why should I trust you? So you can get inside my head again?" His grip tightened.

The air crackled with tension as Hierophant's stayed strong around your wrists, Kakyoin's eyes betraying a mix of anger and hurt. You felt the weight of his disappointment like a physical blow, the guilt already overwhelming you.

"I know I've betrayed your trust," you began, "And I don't expect you to forgive me right away. But please, if anything let me explain before you make a decision."

Mr. Joestar and Jotaro stayed behind to listen to you.

"I never wanted to deceive any of you," you confessed, your voice raised and full of emotion. "I still reported to Dio after I became actually close with you because he could go and hurt my Mom whenever he wanted. I'm sorry, but I wanted to protect my mother!"

The three men listened in silence, Kakyoin's grip still tight as you recounted the events that had led you to this moment, the fear and desperation that had driven you to betray your friends. You laid bare your regrets, and almost worked to tears apologizing.

"I know I can't undo what I've done," you admitted, tears stinging your eyes. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. Kakyoin I truly have feelings for you, that hasn't changed." You dropped your gun and it skated across the tile floor. "I'm not gonna fight you, and I really don't want your anger getting taken out on me, I know I'd lose to all of you. You don't want to trust me fine, let me at least go back to Polnareff! I don't want him doing this alone. If we live you can kill me as many times over as you want, but I'm not letting Dio win." You said sternly.

Kakyoin glanced at the gun on the ground, to the two Joestar men, then back at you. He seemed to be weighing your words, struggling with the decision. Finally, he sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. "Alright," he said softly. Hierophant dropped you.

"Thank you, thank you so much." You said softly to Kakyoin, almost forgetting the situation you were in. A glimmer of hope was in his eyes for you. That spark was still there.

"Lovely reunion but time isn't on our side. Where's Polnareff?!" Mr. Joestar urged.

Taking out your phone, you used the life360 circle. Dio was in the stairwell close to his tower on the third floor.

"Okay, I know where we need to go." You said, devising a plan. Grabbing your gun you all ran out the door and to the window at the end of the hall. Looking up, there was a balcony above. "Can we use Hierophant Green and Hermit Purple to get us up there?" You asked frantically looking back to the others. Using his stand almost like a grappling hook, Joseph raised himself up to the balcony, and Jotaro used Star Platinum's extreme power in his legs to almost box jump up. Grabbing your hand, Kakyoin was able to use Hierophant to safely get you both up.

"Jotaro, break through that wall!" You said

"What?"

"Trust me!" You said, urgency in your voice. Star smashed through the wall, and you saw Polnareff once again.

"(y/n)!" He seemed to almost cheer. The sun shined through the hole, causing Dio to flee.

"After him!" Mr. Joestar commanded. "Before we go after him I need to tell you something!" You all stared back at Polnareff curiously. "I've experienced his stand!" Polnareff explained the stairs incident.

"Where're Avdol and Iggy?" Jotaro asked, not sure if you were telling the truth earlier.

"I thought (y/n) would've passed on the news, they wont be joining us." Polnareff broke eye contact and choked back his tears. "In order to save me, they. . ." Tears pricked your eyes too, as you were reminded of the loss you and your friends had faced. You instinctively looked to Kakyoin, and you caught him doing the same. You offered a reassuring half smile, but without returning it he turned back to everyone else on the stairs. When did he put the sunglasses back on?

"Mr. Joestar, the sun is setting, we should hurry."

"(y/n) what's above this floor?" Jotaro asked sternly.

"It's one of Dio's rooms at the top of his tower. He goes there during the day, the stairs are the only entrance."

Racing to the top of the tower, you saw a brown coffin sitting there. One you made for him. The gold embellishments were crafted to his liking, the jewel encrusted "D" twinkled under the minimal light at the top of the tower. You saw now that it was actually a dramatic centerpiece for him to lay in.

Ugh typical.

"(y/n), open the casket." Jotaro said deadpan. You looked at Jotaro with a raised eyebrow, yet you knew you had no wiggle room with trust with these guys. You slowly approached the casket, and took a deep breath. Slowly lifting the lid, you were inside the casket. Above your body was a knife, falling from the ceiling.

"Oh fu-"

You were yanked out of the casket almost just as fast, the knife clipping your head, leaving a cut down the center of your head.

Hierophant had you by the ankles to pull you back close if needed. After realizing this, amongst the hysteria, you mouthed a "thanks" and offered a smile to Kakyoin. You got a nod in return.

It's at least something.

You felt an eerie feeling. Bloodlust. The intent to kill. You hadn't felt it so strongly ever before. All eyes were on you, waiting for anything about Dio or his stand or where to look next.

"Something is a bit strange." Jotaro comments. He felt it too. You all shared a look, Polnareff becoming shaken and frozen.

"We have to get out of here now!" Mr. Joestar declared, grabbing Polnareff with Hermit Purple, as they all jumped from the window, and swinging off. You ran for the stairs, only for Kakyoin to grab you with Hierophant again.

Taking refuge on the roof of a building a block down, you all catch your breath. "Uh, Mr. Joestar, the sun is setting." Everyone turns to watch the sun sink below the horizon.

"His time has come." Kakyoin says grimly.

"Mr. Joestar, you aren't going to retreat and wait for sunrise, are you? Because I'll tell you this!" Polnareff gets up and gets in Mr. Joestar's face. "Day or night, there's absolutely no way I'm running now!"

You watched the men argue, Polnareff storms off. Sitting there you just watch in bewilderment, still trying to process.

"I'll follow Polnareff, you three go, and take (y/n) with you. Get as far away as you can. We'll circle around." The men nod and you, not even caught up blindly follow Kakyoin and Mr. Joestar. After he buys a truck from a random man off the street, you all pile into the car, Mr. Joestar driving, you in the back seat and Kakyoin in the passenger seat.

Peaking in the rearview, you see a silver limousine catching up. "Guys we need to go faster he's catching up." You say anxiously.

"How'd he even know it was us"

"Shit, my location." You turned off your location on life360. "It's useless he already knows what car we're in."

"I'm ahead of you (y/n)." Kakyoin says cooly from the front.

You look through the rearview to see Hierophant performing an emerald splash, only for it to be deflected by Dio with, one finger.

"What the hell? It only took him one finger? Even with a narrowed aim and getting closer?"

The World appeared and landed direct hit on Kakyoin.

"Be careful Kakyoin!" Mr. Joestar bellowed.

Wait a minute, I still have a gun. You peaked out the window and aimed for the driver. You fired two shots and at least one of them landed. The limousine crashed. Turning back and still driving away, Kakyoin's head was bleeding. "Are you alright? Did you see the world?!" Mr. Joestar questioned. Checking your bag for any extra gause, you listened to Kakyoin and Mr. Joestar strategize.

"Guys, there's something coming this way," you said warily. "Is that, Senator Phillips?" You said as he was hurled toward the vehicle, causing it to crash. Dio approached the busted up truck. Being in the back and unbuckled, you took a bit of damage. Glass stuck from your skin, and cuts and bruises littered your limbs. Opening your eyes from your upside down position, you saw Dio sauntering over. "Guys, guys, guys!" You said urgently, shaking Mr. Joestar and Kakyoin. You all swung up to the buildings above, Kakyoin holding onto you himself this time around. He stopped for a moment as you got to the top.

"Kakyoin! We have to go! What are you doing?!" Mr. Joestar said, panic in his voice.

"I have an idea, I know how to find the secret of his stand." Kakyoin said with confidence. He grabbed your hand and looked into your eyes just once more. He squeezed your hand in reassurance and looked at you with admiration in his eyes one last time. The admiration wasn't the only thing written in his eyes though, it was also confidence. Whatever he had planned, he knew he couldn't fail.

Mr. Joestar took you with hermit purple and swung to hide behind a building a few over. You watched as Kakyoin had woven his web of Hierophant's emerald splash.

"Mr. Joestar, I never got to apologize to you, for uh, you know. I'm truly sorry." You said to him, waiting for Dio to approach Kakyoin.

"You know, I'm old, I've seen some things, I've seen pure evil, and I've seen it a lot. That's not you. We all trust you again to some degree, and despite his anger earlier, you still mean a lot to Kakyoin. I can say I forgive you."

"Thank you Mr. Joestar."

"He's coming." You both peaked around the top of the building you hid on, watching intently. Dio had triggered some of the strings, activating small splashes. Kakyoin stood stop a cell tower towards the center. It took a second, not even a second. He flew into the water tower over twenty meters away. You could see through him as he flew.

No. No no no. This cannot be happening. Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn't hold them back. You looked in horror, Kakyoin's blood staining his jacket. Unconsciously, you moved from behind the building and legs collapsed seeing him in this condition.

"Joseeeph!" Dio appeared behind you both, callinng out in a sing songy voice. "You're next, and don't think I've forgotten about you, wench" He said, taking a jab at you. You could normally come back with a shitty comeback to Dio's teasing. "Where's your spunk? Or do you not have any fight in you left?" The vampire teased you.

You cried out in anger, and took out your gun once more, firing its remaining shots into Dio. "Ah, it's no matter, but don't you think that for Jonathan's body the best blood to assimilate it with would be from a Joestar, would it not?"

You sat there in shock not knowing what to do. You couldn't look to Kakyoin for an answer anymore. A final emerald splash struck the clock tower adjacent to you all. "Hm, pointless. I guess he wanted to go out with a bang." Dio said, careless. You began to think, Kakyoin, wouldn't do something pointless.

The clock is destroyed, it's stopped. Stopping the clock.

Dio monologuing to Mr. Joestar gave you time to look at your surroundings. Below, there was a balcony just a floor below.

"Stop time!" You yelled out and jumped off the back of the building, landing on the balcony below. Dio glanced your way and Mr. Joestar made it his opportunity to escape. Landing on the balcony, the couple in the hotel room began to scream.

"Uh sorry!" You said, and ran through their room to the exit. Running down stairs, you looked up the Speedwagon Foundation number online.

Welcome to the Speedwagon Foundation. For donor information press 1. For information on our research facility press 2. To speak to a representative press 3.

Aggressively pressing 3 while making your way halfway down, the bot replied to you again.

A representative will be with you shortly.

Jazz began to play over the phone. C'mon C'mon, Pick up!!

"Hello, you've reached customer service at the Speedwagon Foundation how can I-"

"I'm with Joseph Joestar! We need first aid and assistance immediately!" You yelled into the phone.

"I'll get you in contact with someone right now, sending paramedics as well." The Speedwagon Customer Service guy responded. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you saw the havoc Dio had wreaked upon the city.

"Ma'am?" Another Speedwagon Repsonder through the phone.

"Hi yes, I was just with Joseph Joestar, my name is (y/n) (l/n) please for the love of all that is holy get an ambulance and some kind of medical help immediately, Kakyoin is down, he's in the water tower on 11th and Main in Cairo." You barely uttered out, out of breath and teary eyed. "Where are you (y/n)?" The call help asked. "I'm at some hotel on Main." I'm leaving the lobby now, its close to the clock tower."

"Can you stay there?"

"I will as long as I can."

Sirens wailed in the distance, hopefully Speedwagon doctors. Disheveled and bursting through the revolving door of the hotel, you saw the infamous logo on the side of the ambulance. A paramedic burst through the back door.

"Miss (y/n)?" She asked waiting for the confirmation, panic in her eyes. You offered a quick nod. "Hop in!" She yelled with urgency.

As you sat in the back, the ambulance sped off, and another paramedic investigated you for any more open wounds or wounds below the surface that they could see without large equipment. "Miss (y/n) are you alright?" The main responder asked.

You held your head in your hands and broke into a true sob.

You wouldn't know what happened to Mr. Joestar, or Jotaro, or Polnareff. You wanted to stand out there still with them, but you knew you couldn't. Fly by Day wasn't for the night, and it seemed nothing could stop Dio.

You felt utterly defeated.

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[kaizens]

Day 9/100 — July 20

Ran some errands! Got a quick teeth cleaning and got my car inspected.

Did some housework! I mindfully hand-washed a few dishes and then cleaned out/reorganized my fridge. I need to do that more often!

Cooked a nice dinner.

Today I realized just how much I rely on routine to get stuff done. I usually do piano stuff mid-day during my lunch break, but I only worked a half-day and didn't have a lunch, thus I didn't play the piano. I could've pushed myself to do it after work, but I didn't. I didn't code either. I'm not proud to say it, but I failed here... I don't want to rely on motivation to get things done, or even discipline, but habits and routines. Now that I know how I much I need them, I'm going to pay more attention to crafting good routines that will help me in the long run.

Even aside from that, I'm feeling a little down about my productivity today. The second half of the day went downhill once I realized the sheer amount of things that I put on my todo list for the day. Frankly, I've overbooked myself this week, and I can already see my mood going downwards unless I address it now. I need to strike a better balance between pre-planning and exercising day-to-day autonomy. I absolutely need flexibility re: the time taken to complete tasks and my own energy levels. I've been wrong on both accounts so often, and pre-planning the week gets demoralizing when you look up and notice the plan for the entire week is off because you had an off-day. I am early into this 100 days, so I'm going to first forgive myself, then replan the week AND simply pre-schedule less per day. In fact, for activities like working through fCC and playing the piano/theory, I'm just not gonna schedule modules/workbook chapters in full. Instead, I'll do a set number of pomodoros each day, and let it be that. If I have so much momentum that I want to keep going, great! With this method, I should in theory never feel like I have to cut corners or make the impossible happen. I can be truly consistent and keep a level morale. Hopefully, that is! I'm proud of myself for coming up with what seems like it might be a pretty good solution, too... We'll see how it goes tomorrow.

[firewoodfigs]

it’s Saturday (finally)! here’s my shoddy attempt at consistency and journaling, and a quick summary of my disorganised thoughts 💃 no, I’m lying. I read through it and it’s not all that quick because my tendency for verbosity knows no bounds

This week was a lot more hectic than the past two. I spent Monday to Wednesday doing research and compiling them together into a knowhow, but Thursday and Friday were the worst because I suddenly got swamped with emails. Both days I had to work till / beyond midnight, and I still have about 200 more pages of corporate documents to proofread... I wanna scream just thinking about it LOL. I’m grateful to have a job during an economic climate like this, but sometimes it feels like everything is addled with so much uncertainty that I just can’t help but wonder if I’m doing the right thing with my life :’) 

I haven’t been using the computer as much, because a significant portion of my 24 hours is dedicated to using it, albeit for other less interesting purposes (also because my eyes are dying at the end of the day). And as a result, the rate at which I reply to messages and stuff have been slowing exponentially (I’m so, so sorry about this!!) but I’ll get to them soon <3 Just an update that your friendly chaotic online persona is still alive LMAO 

My creativity feels incredibly stifled this week. I haven’t been able to write anything without second-guessing myself, or without being overcome by lethargy or restlessness or self-doubt, or a regrettable mixture of all 3. :’) Hopefully the weekend will be a good time to recharge. I’m not planning to touch any work this weekend since it’s not as urgent as the other matters were, but this might mean that I have to work till midnight again on Monday and Tuesday LOL. But it’s fine. Priorities, ykwim!! (Weekends are a luxury and I’m not going to waste it like this LOL) 

Date nights on Thursdays are so much better than date nights on Fridays, although it does tend to make us both feel like the weekend is already here 😆 I mean, the fact that it’s so much less crowded is already a big plus to me. I know people call me out all the time for being a paranoid hen and whatnot, but I just freak out when people come too close to me in public in a blatant disregard of the concept of social distancing (one of my biggest pet peeves is also when people remove their masks to sneeze or cough in the open, which happens a lot here. I mean, you might as well not wear a mask, or you might as well just stay... at... home...). Also a lot of restaurants mark up prices on Friday nights and we got to escape that >:) 

I’m very thankful I got to squeeze in some time to spend with my bf and a couple of friends despite the sheer busyness of everyone’s week. The transition feels so surreal, and I know it’s been a lot harsher on some of my other friends too, than it has been for me. I’m glad that we at least have each other to vent to and struggle with, just like we did back in law school. Easier to struggle together than alone. :’)

On a related note, some thoughts I had about love and understanding last night - I think it’s easy to find love, if we just look hard enough and put aside the premium that society places on romantic love. Love comes in so many different forms - a simple gesture like a short text, an exchange of memes, an invitation to check out a new cafe together; from so many different sources - whether intrinsic or extrinsic, whether platonic or familial. But being understood has always felt like a privilege to me. A lot of times people just tend to think that I’m too “unexpectedly” deep or emotional or sensitive or intelligent, that I have a “surprising” amount of problems for someone who always seems so bubbly, or that I’m just downright eccentric (the last one is completely valid though LMAO). But I’m just so, so grateful to have people in my life who can understand me on an emotional, psychological and intellectual level, and that I don’t have to explain or justify myself for feeling a certain way because they just get it. It’s... validating. Different, in a good way. It’s so important to me because I truthfully don’t talk about my feelings a lot, although I’m trying to now because constant suppression is just a set-up for an inevitable explosion. :’) 

I got my pay check, and!!! The first thing I did was to set up a separate savings account and deposit a decent portion of my salary there so that I won’t touch it for the rest of the month (hopefully) :’) I also got to pay off a small bit of my current outstanding debts, which is great. I'm really looking forward to the day I finally clear all my liabilities. But yes, I think my 19-year-old self would’ve been very proud of myself for not spending it recklessly hahaha. I used to have terrible, and I mean really terrible, fiscal management skills. Like, when I was in first year and second year I was tutoring a ton of people, but somehow my funds were just always depleting uncontrollably. It only dawned upon me much later that I was not conscious or cautious when it came to my spending habits (s/o to my bf and friends for explaining this to me and for teaching me how to manage my finances!!! ilyall), and that I really didn’t have a habit of saving for rainy days or for the future, in general. I watched this documentary about how people from less privileged socioeconomic backgrounds tend to fall into this trap of ‘tunnel vision’, sans wanting to splurge on everything while they can because they never had the chance to do so in the past, or because they’re afraid that they won’t be able to do so in the future once the money’s gone. Being poor is also expensive because it means you might miss out on deals e.g. if buying 2 items is $2x-y, vs buying 1 which is $x, you might be more inclined to buy just 1 instead because it’s all you can afford at the moment. It definitely struck me hard, because I think when I first got all that money I didn’t think of saving it. I just wanted to buy a ridiculous amount of stuff (and real trashy stuff, because I used to think that quantity > quality especially when it came to clothes) and ~ treat myself ~ for roughing it out in law school, but hey, there are other ways to treat oneself apart from excessive splurging :^) 

My biggest treats this week were the arrival of my books (I ordered The Queen’s Gambit and Grapes of Wrath and I might just disappear from the face of this planet lmao), getting to spend quality time with my loved ones and getting to catch the sunset on my evening strolls! I’m gonna end this long ramble with a few pics of them ✨ stay safe and take care, everyone, and have a wonderful weekend!!! *hugs* 

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Finally, Sleep for your Baby

But first, forget all the things you have been told about your baby's sleep in the past... Unfortunately, most information is dangerously outdated and usually reduces your baby's chances of a calm and deep sleep.The absolute worst you can do is to begin with a sleep training for your baby without a proven and sophisticated plan (I'm sorry to say, but that's how most parents still do it).Sadly, I am speaking from my own, very painful experience...

I now want to share a revolutionary method with you that puts even the most stubborn child consistently to sleep every night. The best thing about it is that you and your little one will be done with the training in no time!But first let me introduce myself:My name is Susanne, and I would describe myself as an ordinary woman and mother. I'm originally from Germany and moved to Portland several years ago, so please excuse any grammatical errors ;).I also have 2 kids who monkey around all day but who I of course love very, very much!But unfortunately, our second child Martina confronted us with a problem which quickly became unbearable:Our little girl simply never fell asleep!I want to share with you here on my website my very own personal story and how I came across an effective system for a baby's sleep nearly be sheer accident (and which actually works!).

When I was twelve, I already wanted to be the proud mother of 9 children one day ...and today I take care of more than 70 childrenSometimes life is strange: Instead of having 9 kids of my own, I nowadays take care of 73 children at a day care center I founded 4 years ago.That's why I can credibly tell you that - through my own two kids and the children from the day care center - I am confronted with the topic of baby's sleep almost every week.While the majority of the children from the day care center have outgrown any sleep problems, a lot of the parents also have newborns at home...For that reason, I heard countless desperate stories of sleepless nights over the years...However, I only realized the significance of the problem once I experienced it first-hand with my own daughter Martina.

In the beginning we still had hope that Martina's sleep would improve by itself over time Unfortunately that did not happen. Actually, quite the opposite happened...

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Sometimes it took several hours until Martina finally fell asleep!Her eyes often were swollen and red from all the crying - it broke my heart every time I saw my daughter in this terrible condition!That was the point when I realized that now is the time that I simply MUST find a solution for this problem.Not just for my own child, but also for the suffering parents and children from my day care center...In hindsight, I have to admit that I clearly regret not having started researching this topic earlier since I was asked so often for advice by other parents.

So I got down to work, researched the issue for weeks and truly read everything I could find in regards to a child's sleep And to be completely honest, there definitely wasn't a lack of literature on the topic...I went through tons of specialized literature both national and international.I selected all the techniques I considered most promising and wrote them down in my "baby's sleep notebook", which grew daily by several pages.But the following problem remained:The majority of the sleeping methods either did not work at all, or only for a very short time.I also realized that there was a lot of contradictory advice with many inconsistencies, for example "just let your baby cry" and "never let your baby cry"...Who was supposed to make sense out of all of this?Luckily, I had an epiphany and a wonderful idea...

Completely overwhelmed by the mass of contradictory advice, I consulted with a renowned expert on sleep His speciality? The process of sleep for newborns and infantsWell, to be completely honest, it was actually my husband who led me to this idea initially...An old college friend of his knew this sleeping expert personally. And this specialist just recently published several new studies - with in some cases extraordinary results.His fee for a three hour consultation was not low at all, but I was so determined to find a working and reliable method for falling asleep that I went for it anyway...After a few emails and phone calls we arranged an appointment for a consultation and I showed him all my notes I collected so far - and of course asked a lot of questions.He praised my stock of knowledge on the topic which I naturally found very flattering :

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However, he quickly told me that I completely missed several crucial aspects of the matter... Eventually, we talked for far more than the initially arranged 3 hours and I felt like having an epiphany every 5 minutes.He shared information and other practical advice with me which I have never encountered in any book or other sources (including the internet) before.At the end of the consultation my notebook had grown again, this time by a lot of new pages, and I couldn't wait to test my new knowledge in the real world!Once I was at home, I quickly started with the new "sleeping protocol".I knew of course that I shouldn't expect any results overnight, however I had already noticed in the same night that Martina was much calmer than before!

But the biggest surprise was: Within days, Martina could fall asleep completely independently! I was completely overwhelmed by pure joy and also felt a great deal of relief!She finally could fall asleep without any problems and also only rarely woke up during the night.But after I caught up on some sleep for several days, I asked myself:Mabye this all happened by pure chance?Thankfully, I had the ideal preconditions to test my new method with more children than just my own Martina...and that's when I informed the parents of my day care center.I summarized all my notes, processes and methods in an easy-to-follow guide and handed it to several of the parents of whom I knew that they had to deal with the same problems I had every day.

Already after about a week, I received countless of calls and mails from parents who applied my techniqueNearly all of the parents who received my system reported a similar success to the one I had with Martina!Here a several of the thankful reactions and messages I received:

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When I told my husband of the many thanks and messages I received, he told me that I had an obligation to share my method with even more parents.

And I think he was quite right. But now the question was...

How can I publish all of this? I didn't know anyone working for one the big publishing houses or even for a magazine...

Fortunately, we finally had the idea to share everything with other parents in a digital format via a personal website.

You surely have realized by now: You are currently on that website!

I summarized all my notes, information, daily plans and techniques into a foolproof step-by-step instruction. And all this in a digital format which you can access via your smartphone, tablet or computer.

On top of that, I also recorded an audiobook for you to listen to whenever you feel like it (for example in the car or when out for a run)!

I simply call it:

Finally, Sleep for your Baby

The handbook for all overtired parents

So far completely unpublished methods, techniques and specific processes which you simply have to follow step by step

7 mistakes, parents often make unconsciously but which prevent babies and infants from falling asleep properly

This is of course not the old (but well-known) "just let the baby cry" method!

Suitable for all children aged 0 to 36 months

5 handy night routines which will condition your baby to quickly fall asleep (and stay asleep throughout the night!)

Does your baby suffer somestimes from painful muscel tensions? I will show you, how to get rid of these tensions...

Practical and tested strategies against common problems such as hiccups

What to do when your baby starts to cry excessively and how you can easily calm down your little one in no time (even if you are on the road)

Each and every child is unique: During my work with the sleep expert, we developed various plans of actions which allow you to choose an individual method and approach that is right for your child

And of course many more helpful tips...

In addition, you will also receive the accompanying audiobook

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Unexpected Can Be Beautiful

Presley had only had a couple hours of sleep when suddenly she was awoken bright and early by the natural light that peeled through her tall windows. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night. When she couldn't rest she went down to her kitchen and unpacked almost the entire kitchen. She assumed it was sleeping in a new house that was keeping her up last night. She considered it a win though because she got most of the kitchen done. It's the little things, she thought. Presley started to feel a bit of anxiety about getting the house put together before the house warming party next weekend.

Presley stretched and pulled herself out of the warm cocoon that she had formed within her blankets. She was determined to be productive today. Presley did her best to choke her anxiety down about finishing this house. She decided she would make an affirmation that today was going to be productive and good. Today will be GREAT and I will be productive with my tasks!, she exclaimed. Presley's therapist, Lukas, whom she saw three times a week, was pushing her to make affirmations each day when she arises. Lukas swore by this technique. He states, "One affirmation a day keeps the therapist away." Whatever that means, thought Presley as she rolled her eyes. Lukas annoyed her sometimes with his silly little quotes, but she felt heard by Lukas. Being heard made Presley feel cared for.

Presley used the restroom and made her way to the kitchen. Eggs and toast sounded delightful. She pulled the eggs from the fridge and the bread from the bread box, and began to cook. She was excited to cook on these custom stove ranges. Her friend, Clementine, recommended them. Clementine was married to a wealthy broker. Clementine was always remodeling her home with the newest appliances. That bitch has too much money for her own good, thought Presley, but she does have the best recommendations.

As Presley made her way to her bar to eat her breakfast. It dawned on her that she hated the design on the kitchen walls. What was I thinking when I picked this design?, she thought. She immediately grabbed her phone and called Katie. Katie answered excitedly. She wanted to hear all the details about Presley's first night at the new house. Presley explained to Katie that it was a rough evening adjusting to her new surroundings. "Katie, can you please have the painters come and paint the solid color I picked for the kitchen instead of this dreadful print?" "I'll get them right over!", Kate advised. Presley finished her breakfast and headed back upstairs and changed her clothes and her wig. She had a new short blue wig that she was dying to try.

Moments later, Presley's security system alerted her that she had a visitor. To her surprise, Katie was standing on the lawn, as well as the maid who was arriving for her first day of service. Presley became annoyed the maid service sent someone to clean today when she specifically told Katie to schedule it days ahead. Presley opened the door and greeted the maid. "Hey! I'm Presley, the owner of this home." "My assistant was supposed to advise your company not to come for a few more days." She asked the cleaner for her name. Annie Lynn Caper, she replied confused. "Annie, what is your SimoApp?, Presley asked politely. "I'm going to send your some funds for your trouble." AnnieLynn42, Annie replied. Presley pressed a few buttons and sent Annie a tip for her trouble. I'll see you bright and early on Monday Annie, Presley declared.

Presley feeling overwhelmed felt relief wash over her when she saw her favorite person, Katie. Kate made her feel safe, taken care of. That was one of the qualities that Presley loved most about Katie. Katie made her way up the stairs and hugged Presley. "Girl tell me everything!", Katie screeched. Presley's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't realize how hard and overwhelming this move would be, Kate." Kate embraced Presley once again. "Remember what Lukas explained to you, this is all temporary.", Kate reassured. Katie felt relieved that she was there to help her friend get through this overwhelming time.

"I was going to wait until after the house warming party to ask you this, but I just can't wait any longer.", Presley excitedly stated. "This house is entirely too large for just one person, would you want to take the entire second level?!" She explained to Kate that she had full creative control over her space, all covered on her dollar. "I feel in debt to you for your hard work and PR, Kate." "You've shaped so much of my career for good, and I want to do this for you." Katie was surprised by this revelation. Katie quickly said yes to Presley's offer. "I'M MOVING TO OASIS SPRINGS Y'ALL!", Katie yelled in excitement.

Presley and Katie shared their excitement together for a few more moments then they retired to their rooms to do some unpacking. Presley was already hours behind schedule. She was determined to get her room done today. Sleeping in a cluttered room isn't good for the mind, she thought. When she made it upstairs to her room, she was delighted by the greenish-teal paint on the walls. I should pinch myself, she surprisingly thought.

After a few hours, Presley emerged into Katie's room. Let's order some pizza, I'm famished. Katie agreed, it was time for some dinner after all their hard work unpacking the house. Katie ordered their pizza on the Don's Pizza Palace app. The app gave a delivery time of an hour. Katie decided to go downstairs and set up the table for dinner. Presley decided to call it a night and take a quick bath before dinner was delivered.

Presley fell into the grey stone tub, hot water moving up her body. Her muscles needed this after all the lifting and hanging. She closed her eyes and quieted her thoughts. The steam filling her nose, she felt a heaviness in her breathing as the warmness soothed her. A warm breeze blew into the bathroom from the arched open doorway, the sheer white curtains following the direction of the breeze. Presley was reaping the benefits of her hard work and the pay off felt intoxicating. A few moments later she heard a knock at the bathroom door. Kate was letting her know the pizza had arrived. "Thank you for letting me know!", said Presley. "I'll be down in a few moments." Presley bathed herself and dried off quickly.

She was starving and ready to devour pizza with Kate. Presley ran down the steps and met Kate on the back porch. The smell of the pizza filled Presley's nose, her stomach growling, she hopped onto the chair. "This smells so delicious, get in my belly," said Presley! Kate giggled at Presley. She was always the comic relief in the room.

They enjoyed their dinner as they chatted about the future. Kate reminded Presley there was a formal dinner for MatchStick's new game release this weekend. Presley replied excitedly, "I am so excited for that event girl, I've been waiting so long to play Lost Avenue PlotTwist2!" Katie quickly grabbed her phone and RSVP'd to the event. Katie was scrolling through her calendar checking events and commitments. All of a sudden her phone notification went off. Presley looked at Katie as she began to have an annoyed look upon her face. "What's wrong Katie?" "It's just this guy that I've been seeing for a while," Katie said. "He's so kind and has been extremely consistent in showing me effort," she explained. "I'm just not feeling it," Katie confessed.

Presley listened to Katie as she expressed her predicament. "Kate the only thing you can do in this situation is communicate," she said lovingly. "You are strong and confident, use those tools," "Lukas says we should always confront issues head on," Presley said proudly. Presley felt proud that she felt emotionally knowledgeable for a moment. "If he's any kind of man, he will understand that you aren't ready for a relationship with him right now," Presley said convincingly. Presley's advice soothed Katie and they finished their dinner after a bit more conversation.

After dinner Katie and Presley made their way to the studio. Presley needed to make an appearance on her channel tonight. Kate knew if she didn't follows would drop exponentially. Presley logged onto VideoStitch, immediately viewers started pouring in. They were very interested to see how Presley's move went. Viewers expressed their excitement that she was back on Videostitch. She explained that the move went well, but had stressed her out. To much of their disappointment tonight's cast wasn't going to be centered around any games. Presley lovingly told her fans that her next stream would be two nights away, as she was planning an eight hour stream. "Keep a look out this weekend for my stream, I'm going to be debuting MatchStick's new release," she exclaimed! During the stream, Kate tiptoed out. She was exhausted from the day. She went to her room, changed her clothes and hopped into bed. Presley logged off from Videostitch an hour later and changed into her pajamas.

Today was productive in the most unexpected ways, Presley thought. As she laid in bed and thought about all the things she was thankful for, it dawned on her that she loved doing life with Katie. Whatever that meant at the moment. She considered doing something nice for Katie to thank her for her support. I'll have to think more about that, Presley pondered. She drifted off to sleep after some thought about gifts.