#actually i think i blew the most money on her room

[arcadewonder]

good night, good night little flower.

[hoshifighting]

staff!jeonghan

WARNINGS: fluff, smut, fame problems, paris trip, idol!reader is a sweetheart with her staff team, teasing, hair pulling, makeup smudging hair destroying sex, face slap, paris sex.

staff!jeonghan who started way back when your career was just taking off. you were still fresh, the kind of new that had people curious but not quite sold on the idea of you making it long term. jeonghan wasn’t even supposed to be sticking around. dude was just a freelancer, floating between gigs like it was nothing. hairdresser one week, stylist the next, maybe even photographer’s assistant if he felt like it. didn’t care much either—just did his job, got his check, and dipped.

he was there the first time you came in for a shoot, thinking, oh, here we go again, another idol who doesn’t know shit about shit, and probably treats their staff like trash. honestly, he didn’t expect anything from you. he had his walls up like crazy. you’d been doing this for, what, a hot minute? and you were already getting attention, which just made him think, “yep, this one’s probably the snobby kind. won’t even acknowledge us when she’s walking by.”

but then you went and did the most surprising thing—like blew his expectations out of the water kinda surprise. you saw him—no, not just like saw him, but like saw him. took a minute to actually chat. asked how his day was, if he needed anything while he was running around fixing the stage lights or whatever. you even remembered his name by the end of the first day, which? yeah, idols usually don’t bother with that.

fast forward a couple months, and jeonghan’s still hanging around. he didn’t plan to stay, but something about you changed that. it wasn’t even the work, really. it was more like you made things different for the whole staff—hairdressers, makeup artists, stylists, all of them. you had this habit of, like, breaking all the usual rules. you’d bring coffee for everyone in the morning, none of that half-assed, "just for my personal team" bullshit, you made sure everyone was taken care of, because they take care of you as welll.

then there was that time when you randomly called up your manager one day like, "hey, i’m taking everyone out to eat after the shoot." and jeonghan was standing there, trying not to look too surprised, but inside he was like, who the hell does that? especially in this industry where staff usually gets a handshake and a “thanks for your work” at most. while you’re out here throwing cash around to make sure your team is happy. it’s wild.

he remembers the first time you handed out those holiday bonuses. it wasn’t even from the company’s budget either; it was straight up from your own wallet. like, your money. you didn’t even make a big deal about it, just casually handed out envelopes and said, “merry christmas, you guys.” you should’ve seen their faces—everyone was shook, even him, and he doesn’t get surprised that easily. it was one of those moments where the room just, like, collectively inhaled. there was silence, and then someone—probably one of the stylists—goes, “y/n, this is... you didn’t have to...”

and you? you just shrugged, all casual, like it was no big deal. “nah, i wanted to. thank you for taking care of me, you make part of all of this too.” you pointed to the stage.

jeonghan couldn’t even look at you right for a second because it was, like, damn, okay, she’s for real. that was the moment he decided he wasn’t just gonna treat this gig like all the others. working with you? yeah, it felt different. and not in some sappy, fairytale shit kind of way, but in a “maybe there are still people in this industry who aren’t complete assholes” kind of way.

“so you’re sticking around, hannie?” you asked him one day, catching him off guard while he was fixing up your jacket right before a stage performance.

he smirked, his usual cocky, nonchalant self, but there was something softer underneath it. “guess i don’t have a choice. you make it too easy.”

he was your go-to guy now, the one you trusted with everything, from making sure your hair wasn’t fucked up during press tours to giving you a reality check when you were stressing over the dumbest things. and he liked that. he liked being the one you leaned on when you didn’t wanna bother anyone else.

but it was more than that too. you were just different. the way you treated people, the way you made sure everyone around you felt seen, felt valued? it wasn’t fake. it wasn’t for show. it was you. and jeonghan? well, he wasn’t the kind of guy to stick around just for anyone. but for you? yeah, maybe he’d go the long haul.

jeonghan was always there, like a constant shadow that somehow made everything feel lighter instead of heavier. as your career blew up, he didn’t just keep pace—he matched your energy, your needs, every twist and turn that came with your fame. whether it was press tours, backstage chaos, or those ridiculous interviews where some clueless host would try to push your boundaries, he was always ready.

you’d be in the middle of a tv show, mind racing, and then there’d be a subtle shift. jeonghan standing just offstage, watching with a sharp, gaze of his. and it wasn’t like he had to do much—sometimes just a look was enough to let you know he had your back. like that time they tried to switch up your routine last minute, making changes that didn’t sit right with you. you didn’t even need to speak up, though. before you could say a word, he was already stepping in, throwing that effortless, yet somehow intimidating smile toward the team. “nah, we’re sticking with the original plan. my artist doesn’t do changes without notice.”

“your artist,” you’d hear him say that a lot, like a protective label stamped right over you, like you belonged to him—not in a possessive way, but in a way that made you feel safe. secure.

it wasn’t just about the work either, not even close. jeonghan made the loneliness that came with fame feel less suffocating. that part of fame nobody talks about—the part where you can’t make real friends anymore, where every new person in your life feels temporary, transactional. except him. he was loyal.

when you had those long, grueling days full of photoshoots and interviews and events, and all you wanted was to escape, jeonghan was the one who made sure you still had a piece of normal.

like that one time in paris. you were there for a fashion show, sitting front row with all these industry giants who couldn’t care less about anything but themselves, and jeonghan was right beside you, but afterward, when it was just the two of you, he was the one who dragged you to some random hole-in-the-wall restaurant down the street, far from all the cameras and flashing lights, ordering too much food and laughing at how terrible your french was.

“you know, you’re lucky you’ve got me,” he teased, watching you struggle with the menu. “otherwise, you’d be stuck ordering water and bread for the rest of the trip.”

you elbowed him playfully. “i’m just trying to be cultured, okay?”

“sure, sure,” he snickered, but the grin on his face was soft, like he was glad to be there with you. “leave the culture to me.”

he was there on the quieter days too. you’d be at home, no schedule to follow for once, just free. but that freedom? it felt empty when you didn’t have anyone to share it with. jeonghan got that. he’d show up at your place without even needing an invitation, like he just knew when you needed him there. sometimes he wouldn’t even knock. you’d just hear the door click open and his familiar voice, “you better not be working in there.”

you’d laugh, shouting back from wherever you were in the apartment, “i’m not, calm down.”

next thing you knew, he’d be on the floor of your pristine living room, surrounded by lego pieces because, for some reason, that’s what the two of you did on your days off. it was ridiculous, really, two adults crouched over colorful plastic blocks, but it made you feel like a kid again, like before everything got so complicated.

you’d crouch down next to him, watching his hands move, and without thinking, you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. it wasn’t even romaaaantic, more like instinct. jeonghan had this way of making you feel safe, like you didn’t have to be the perfect version of yourself all the time. you could just be you. and hugging him like that, clinging onto him like a koala, it was the only way you knew how to show him just how much he meant to you.

“you’re clingy today,” he murmured, but there was no complaint in his voice, just that familiar teasing.

“you’re soft,” you shot back, squeezing him tighter, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. his cologne was subtle but always the same, something that reminded you of quiet, peaceful moments, like this.

he tilted his head a little, catching your eyes “oh, yeah? not what you said last time.”

you puffed your cheeks out, crossing your arms dramatically, the sulk settling in. “i’m done being clingy with you, jeonghan.”

he grinned like he was waiting for that exact reaction. it’s almost like he lived for these moments—when you’d pout and try to act all tough, but really? he knew exactly where this was headed. you weren’t fooling anyone, especially not him.

“oh yeah?” he tilted his head, gaze dripping with amusement as he leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed your ear. “you sure about that?”

you tried to hold firm, but the way his voice dropped a little lower, teasing. you shifted your weight, crossing your legs under you on the living room floor, avoiding eye contact. “mmhmm. you’ll see.”

jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, leaning back and watching you with a glint in his eyes, like he was just waiting for you to crack. “you’re too cute when you sulk, y’know that?”

your heart fluttered, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek, determined to keep up the act. “whatever.”

he moved closer, a hand sliding around your waist, tugging you just enough so that your body leaned into his. “nah, don’t pout, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing lightly against your jaw. “we both know how this ends.”

and he was right. because, every time you tried to act like you were done with him, like you were going to keep your distance, it only ended one way—with you wet underneath him, a needy mess, begging for more.

like that first time in paris. paris had done something to the both of you. it was supposed to be a normal night, just you and him hanging out after the fashion show. nothing special, just another city on the endless list of places you’d been together. but somehow, that night went different. the second the hotel room door clicked shut behind you, you’d scarcely made it through the door before his hands were on you, grabbing, pulling, claiming.

“thought you were gonna keep your distance,” jeonghan had teased as he pressed you up against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, making your knees weak.

you were already panting, feeling the warmness of him beaming off his body. “shut up, hannie.”

he chuckled against your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you, making you gasp. “aww, so cute when you’re needy.”

and fuck, were you needy. by the time he’d pushed you onto the bed, tugging at your clothes, you were already whimpering for him, already soaked.

he’d dragged you to the edge, rough hands all over your body, pulling, squeezing, leaving marks everywhere. your hair had been perfect for the show, all sleek and done up, but that shit didn’t last long. the second he had his fist tangled in it, pulling your head back, it was ruined. thrusting into you from behind, his cock splitting you in half with each brutal thrust. “such a fucking mess.”

you’d tried to keep quiet, biting down on the pillow as your body rocked with every movement, but every time you let out a whiny moan, jeonghan was right there to mock you for it.

“aww, hannie’s being too harsh?” he cooed, as he tries to sound sweet. “hm? poor baby can’t take it?”

you’d only moaned louder, your body trembling as he slapped your ass, the sting making you cry out. he’d leaned down then, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “use your words, sweetheart. tell hannie how bad you want it.”

you couldn’t even speak, just a mess of broken moans and gasps as he kept slamming into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were right on the edge, that’s when he did it. his hand came up to your face, smudging the glitter from the show as he slapped you—not enough to really hurt. he is a careful guy.

“fuck, y/n, look at you. such a pretty little mess,” he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you from behind, relentless. “you gonna come for me? c��mon, baby, let me hear it.”

you whimpered, nodding, your mind spinning as his cock hit that perfect spot over and over, making you roll your eyes, drool, everything u had right of. but just as you were about to cum, he pulled out, leaving you empty and desperate.

“aww, no no no, not yet,” jeonghan cooed, a wicked grin on his face as he turned you onto your back, pushing your legs open wide. “hannie’s not done with you.”

your heart pounded, your entire body aching for release, but you didn’t dare move. he was in control, and you knew better than to push him.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he leaned down, his lips brushing over yours as he teased you. “too much?”

you shook your head, barely able to get the words out. “n-no… please…”

his smirk widened, that wicked glint in his eyes making you shiver. “please what? gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

you whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as you looked up at him, desperate. “please… fuck me…”

“good girl.”

[xo2dee]

NOW LOADING. .

DMC MASTERLIST

BEGUILING

PAIRING: Vergil x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: None WORD COUNT: 1,622 SUMMARY: He wasn't as subtle as he liked to think he was.

A/N: idk man, i just know he's not as nonchalant as he tries to appear

You watched in amazement as the miniature missile blew the makeshift target to fragments. A small chuckle came from the woman next to you and you moved your eyes to the end on the black rocket launcher, watching the smoke rise from the end before dissipating completely. Once that was over, you gazed at the woman holding the beautiful weapon: Lady.

Lady had been introduced to you by Dante, and while the first meeting wasn’t the greatest and Lady had her suspicions about you, you couldn’t deny the admiration you felt for her. Whether it was down to her fierceness, her ability to keep up with Dante’s wit, or just down to how she even looked, you wanted to be everything that was Lady. She was the epitome of the perfect human Devil Hunter.

You cocked a hip out, your own weapon propped up on the floor in your hand, “I never get tired of watching that.”

The woman ran a hand through her cropped murky hair, her own mismatched eyes turning to look at you, “I’m just glad she’s still in perfect condition. I was sure when Dante decided to just jump into Hell with not just this one but the second one Nico had made, he’d come back with both completely destroyed.”

You hummed, “How did you manage to get both back anyway?”

Lady propped up Kalina Ann much like your own position, leaning on her cherished weapon, “It wasn’t too hard actually… All I really had to do was mention the debt he owes me, I told him I’d cut it by half if he gave me both to me.” You snorted. If it took anything for Dante to find a way out of his debt, he would do it. How the man managed to drown himself in over twenty years’ worth of debt, you weren’t too sure, yet when Lady and Trish complained over his lack of self-control when it came to money and how most of it primarily went to pizza and strawberry sundaes…

How did the man even function?

“He’s been doing better lately though,” she continued, wiping a hand on her pants, “Ever since Vergil came back and somehow Dante got him to stick around, his debt has been swindling down. It’s kinda a buzzkill, Vergil I mean, he forces Dante to keep up with Morrison’s payments.”

Ah yes, Vergil. The frosty elder twin of Dante whose best skill was either standing in the corner staring like he was Nosferatu or sitting on the couch in the main room of Devil May Cry and reading. Sure, Vergil was exceptionally skilled out on the battlefield, but you weren’t about to admit that aloud. You and Vergil had not gotten along from the moment you had met when he principally took one look at you, stuck his nose up into the air, and walked away. After that, you spent most downtime you had glaring at the back of his stupid head and trying to see how far you could test his patience. The man surprisingly got angry quick – a feat showing just how much different he was from his twin – but he had never once really lashed out at you, regularly just throwing dirty looks at you and stalking out of the room. Even when you ‘accidentally’ washed one of his white button-ups with Dante’s red boxers.

Not like he needed to wear it anyway, his chest had been beginning to pop out from the top of it.

However, the creepy half-demon had been acting rather strange as of lately. At times you thought you were alone you’d turn around and he’d be standing there and giving a stare reminiscent of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. It had been happening frequently, to the point you told Dante, who only threw his head back and laughed. You didn’t know what he found so damn funny when it was no laughing matter when Vergil was looking at you like he was going to eat you.

…Did he eat humans?

Maybe that’s why you never saw Vergil eat. You shuddered.

“You wanna try her out?” Lady asked bringing you out of your horrid thoughts. She was gesturing to Kalina Ann much to your surprise; Lady never really let anyone use her weapons. “C’mon you’ll be fine, the recoil isn’t so bad,” she assured lifting up the rocket launcher for you to grab. You hesitated for a brief moment; you weren’t too familiar with heavier weapons, your own was rather lightweight and the recoil of it only left a small amount of discomfort when you had first started using it that you no longer felt.

Temptation proved too much for you though, handing your own weapon in exchange, you hefted Kalina Ann into your hold and positioned your body in a more comfortable position. You angled your hips once more, setting a leg back, took aim, and fired at the next dummy target. Your body slightly jostled from the kickback, but it was to be expected since you were firing a rocket launcher. Watching the miniature missile hit the bottom of the target and the brutal blow exploding the target much like Lady had done, you let out a huff of a laugh.

Lady gave an impressed ‘hmm’ next to you before you both swapped back to your respectable weapons, “Not too bad… for a rookie,” she teased, poking your shoulder, “how’d it feel?”

“Exhilarating.”

She laughed again moving closer to lean her arm on your shoulder, a fleeting smell of her perfume assaulting your nose, “I think you and I should go out on missions together more.”

Flattered, you opened your mouth to respond, but quickly snapped it shut when a whistle came from behind the both of you. You both turned and Dante stood there rubbing the stubble on his jaw grinning while Vergil stood next to him looking he was on the cusp of suffocating. You frowned, What the Hell is his deal?

“Didn’t know you could handle big guns like that, I’m impressed,” Dante beamed at you, flashing a fanged tooth. You would’ve been a fool to not catch the underline meaning of the words, yet you were too accustomed to Dante’s comments and flirts none of them really fazed you. You snorted, throwing your weapon to rest on your shoulder as Lady and he suddenly engaged in a back-and-forth.

After a few moments of watching the humorous exchange, you snuck a peek at the man still standing at Dante’s side, wondering why he hadn’t fucked off yet. Your eyes traveled from his feet, to the harsh grip he had on his sword, to –

Jesus.

You swiftly turned your attention back to the other two as a sweat broke out across your neck. Looking at Vergil’s face you came to face-to-face with the haughty male giving you his own rendition of the Stanley Kubrick Stare pointed directly at you. His eyes were by far some of the fiercest you had ever seen; one look and you felt as if he was peering into your soul and attempting to murder you with one stare.

Quickly, you sifted through your mind for any possible past actions that would’ve pissed him off that bad. You hadn’t done anything as of lately then, opting to keep your distance when a week prior your mind randomly said, ‘He’s kinda hot’, while you sat across from him in Nico’s van. You wanted to throw your brain out of the window at that because you don’t know why it’d even betray you like that.

You came out of your thoughts when Lady loudly questioned why Dante felt the need to bother the both of you and his answer was enough to make you freeze.

Dante threw his hands up in submission, his expression morphing into something of innocence, “Don’t look at me, Vergil’s been standing here longer than I have. I only came to see what was holding him up and I can see now…” he trailed off, his eyes remaining on you.

…What? He had? How long he had been in the same room as you two? You weren’t surprised really; Vergil made no noise whatsoever ghosting around Devil May Cry, he was able to sneak up on you frequently and scare the shit out of you. Though normally, he would throw an insult at you or clear his throat…

Meanwhile, said half-demon broke his glare and curled his lip in disgust, a barely audible hiss escaping him. He threw an accusing, ghastly glare to Dante before a lingering glance to you, and then ultimately sauntered away out of the back room with the door almost swinging off its hinges with how hard he slammed it. Bewildered, you watched him go, uneasiness beginning to settle into your stomach as you thought back to the probing ‘I’ll eat you alive’ stare, momentarily thinking perhaps that stare was something else…

Next to you, Lady sighed, sounding slightly exasperated, “He’s not as discreet as he thinks he is.”

Dante snorted, “He’s still a man, if he likes something he sees he’s gonna act on it. Even if it is in his own weird way,” he placed both hands behind his head after that statement sending a wink towards you.

You were extremely confused.

Lady piped up next to you, her arm curving around your shoulders, “Maybe it’s the shorts, but I could be wrong…”

Your shorts? No way was she implying what you thought she was implying.

Vergil was not staring at your ass…

Was he?

Dante snickered when your expression morphed into mortification.

What the fuck were you supposed to do knowing you had an all-powerful, King of Hell, demon staring at your fucking ass?

[happylittleshrub]

Continued Rambling about Game Rocket: Part 2

Rambling commences beneath the cut!

Not Rocket related but I need to give a shout out to the pac-man birthday cake Mrs. Quill made, it looked fantastic! And Quill didn’t even eat a single slice I can’t believe this. I am appalled. Mrs. Quill apparently also got trick candles because after Quill blew them out the flames just kept blinking. Such a prankster, that Mrs. Quill. 

Anyways back to our regularly scheduled Rocket. 

I thought it was so funny how he rode on top of the cage while Quill pulled it 🤣Like Cinderella riding her carriage to the ball lol ✨ I took a picture but the screenshot didn’t save for some reason >:( 

Rocket’s face when Groot was taken away was so sad :( He looked so heartbroken my poor bby (Also I sided with his plan after Quill stopped flashbacking. Of course I trust Gamora and she probably had a good idea but if something involves Groot’s wellbeing and a prison break how could I not go with Rocket?) 

When the Guardians are supposed to be sneaking around but they keep whispering to each other the entire time like the dorks they are XD 

I liked when Rocket complained about how terrible the wiring in Lady Hellbender’s throne room was and how he wanted to leave a note saying it needed to be fixed lol I love Tech Nerd Rocket so, so much 

Also this:

Drax: What’s it like in there?

Rocket: Smells like wet fur.

Drax: That’s probably because-

Rocket: I KNOW IT’S ME!

When we free ‘Groot’ and Rocket immediately runs and hugs him? 🥺🥰 Oh my heart! And then when ‘Groot’ isn’t responding and Rocket is so concerned about him?? Their friendship in this game is so stinkin’ precious I love it!!! This is another difference I noted between Game Rocket and MCU Rocket is that Game Rocket seems more willing to be outwardly affectionate (Well, at the very most towards Groot anyways 😅)

Also Groot tattled on us 😞 Oh poor Groot you’re too pure for this world

When we’re back on the ship and get this exchange: 

Drax: Money is all you think about.

Rocket: Also bombs.

Gamora: And booze. 

Rocket: [gasp] BOMBS MADE OUT OF BOOZE!

I can’t with him ✋🤣 He’s so goofy

The shriek he lets out when he finds that the llama chewed the ship’s wires!!! I actually thought it was the llama making a noise till I glanced down and read the subtitles: Rocket: [screams]

It was shrill. And to think he made fun of Quill earlier in the game for shrieking. Rocket, you have no room to talk lol. 

Oh and while I was idling around on the ship the greatest thing happened: ROCKET STARTED HUMMING!!!!! Oh my gosh it was so cute it made me so happy 😄 I wish I had recorded it 😢

Also I heard a door opening and closing over and over again so I went to check it out and found Rocket running back and forth like a madman fixing the array. Look at ‘im go.

[petew21-blog]

Charmed: Leo's jealousy

Could you believe her? I know we split up, but it didn't even take her that long and she found herself a new guy. Her neighbor, Dan. Oh piss off Dan. Me and Piper were amazing together, just the nature of me being a whitelighter and her a Charmed one got in the way sometimes. I was still their whitelighter so there was no way we would end up seeing each other. Which was even worse for me to see her with a new guy in his arms

Dan moved in few months ago. He was always observing Piper and the girls, just trying to seem like a sexy non chalant neighbor, who doesn't know that the three girl nextdoor are gonna observe him washing a car. Just get a life Dan

Deep in my mind, I knew that me and Piper were gone. Not to be a couple ever again. That's why I was so jealous of them. I made their life a bit of hell to be honest, not really fullfilling the duties of a friendly guardian whitelighter, but a bit of a crazy ex boyfriend. The elders wanted to take the girls away from me and ban me the entrance to their house. But I was faster. I knew what I had to do.

I arrived at the Halliwell house. Watching Piper in the window doing what she loved the most. Cooking. I always loved to observe her making her way in the kitchen. But Leo won't be going there tonight, no. My location is nextdoor actually.

I hid in his bedroom. I heard a car pull up and then the door. I was ready. The memory dust in my right palm, ready for Dan.

As he entered the room in shock, he couldn't even react. I blew the dust into his face. He coughed for a bit and then just stared blankly.

"You will forget everything about who you are. You have never lived in San Fransisco. You stole the car from someone in the city and you are on the run. The one you stole his wallet and money is me. I am Dan. You felt bad so you returned me my wallet, ID and everything you wanted to steal from me that is in your pockets right now. You will leave the shirt here too. You are just a thief, as you have always been. You will take only the car and you will leave to Mexico. There you will find a job as Mike, the surfer. You won't come back to the States. You love Mexico. You will never come back. Now go and leave."

His eyes blinked rapidly. Then he took everything out of his pockets as I told him so. He took of his sweather, that he got from Piper, and revealed his manly torso. "Damn, that's gonna be me soon." Then he just turned around and I saw him through the window driving away.

"Great. Now there is only one thing left."

I said as I put glamour on me to pass off easily.

Long hair appeared over my head, muscular torso underneath my shirt. His thighs were more mascular than mine. His dick looks nice, but I still think mine was bigger. Nevermind, if it pleases Piper, that's all good for me.

Now all I need is the girls to invite me to the house in case that they enchanted the house. If they invite me in I am allowed to. So there is one move I know from Dan that I'm gonna use

Just as I expected. Piper didn't even let me finish watering the lawn.

"Hey, Dan. Where is your car? Thought you were gonna wash it."

"I had to borrow it to a friend. But something tells me he might now give it back."

Piper laughed even tho it wasn't mean as a joke. This woman is so into him

"Hey, wanna come inside? I baked fresh cookies."

Haha. This was easier than I thought

The next morning:

"Wow, you prepared this all for me? Dan that's so lovely. Thank you."

"Well, I thought that maybe after last night you might be hungry. Or are you hungry for more of something else?" I crawled over to her over the bed.

I could se that she was really in love with him. She liked Dan. She likes me. Hahha. I am Dan now and I have Piper all for me. We are gonna be forever together.

"Hey, I was thinking we could go for vacation to Mexico. I always wanted to try surfing. Haha"

Fuck. Maybe I should get more of that memory powder

Anonymous story request in inbox:

Charmed: Leo is extremely jealous of the relationship developing between Piper and Dan and decides to take Dan‘s place by using memory dust (seemed somewhat like hypnosis from what I remember) on Dan to make him leave, never come back and leave everything he owns behind, including ID, wallet, etc. Leo then glamours into Dan, taking his place.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, fighting, yelling

I shook my head as I took in the car in the driveway. All day, I’d been considering taking a baseball bat to it. But it wouldn’t do any good. There wasn’t enough money left in the bank to fix the damage I would do. Unlocking the door, I rolled my eyes at the hat sitting on the table next to the keys to the car. The black jacket on the wall further annoyed me.

“hey!” Elwood called, walking into the living room. He was wiping his hands on a rag. “How was work?” His smiled fell when he saw my face. “Shit day huh?”

“oh I don’t know Elwood.” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “You tell me. Given how you blew off your job to spend our entire life’s savings.” He gulped and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“oh. You heard about that?” He asked, eyes starting to drift down to his feet. I put my hands on my hips.

“yeah. I heard about that.” I shot back. Elwood rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me. “You didn’t think the bank would call? When you took everything out of our account?”

“It wasn’t everything.” Elwood muttered.

“ok no.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “It wasn’t everything. But it was most of our lives savings Elwood. We were supposed to have that for when we retired. Wanted to go on vacation. Do things together. Things we decided on together. How could you?” Elwood shifted his weight and chewed on his lip.

“it needed it.” Elwood whispered. He moved to head back into the kitchen but I followed him.

“the bluesmobile needed it?” I cried. “What was so wrong with it before that it needed the money?”

“I have to add modifications to it.” Elwood said. “Make it safer.”

“Elwood…” I breathed out, trying to calm the rage that was burning inside me. “It’s an old cop car. It’s the safest car out there. What the ever loving fuck could you do to it to make it safer?” Elwood put his hands on the counter and leaned his weight against it.

“a few things actually.” He said. His voice was oddly even and flat. “Better seat belts. Fix the suspension. The shocks.”

“I don’t give a shit Elwood!” I cried. “What I give an shit about is that you took our hard earned money and blew it on a goddamn car!”

“it wasn’t just the fucking car!” Elwood exploded, turning to look at me. “I almost got into an accident the other day! Because of Jake. And Matt almost went through the window!” I nodded. Elwood had come home pretty shaken up after it had happened. I’d pried him from the front seat and made him come into the house. “It coulda been you. And that fucking terrifies me. Add in the fact Jake’s gonna have a kid…” Elwood shook his head as his anger started to subside. “I had to. Ok? For you. For me. For Jake. For this fucking kid. I just had to.” I stood there in shock.

“Jake’s gonna be a dad?” I asked, all the anger leaving me. “You’re gonna be an uncle?” Elwood nodded.

“he found out this morning.” Elwood said. “Carrie or Carla or whatever her name is. The on again off again one.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Doesn’t even know if it’s his and he’s going fucking nuts. Talking about changing things up and settling down and raising this kid.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” He sighed and ran a hand down his face.

“Elwood…” I reached out for him and Elwood shot over, wrapping his arms around me tightly and burying his face in my neck. “I’m not happy about it. But I understand.” I buried my fingers in his hair and kissed his cheek. I started to giggle and Elwood pinched my side.

“What?” He said. It turned into a full blown laugh as Elwood smiled against my neck.

“You’re just as bad as Jake.” I said. Elwood pulled back with a frown. “You babyproofed the bluesmobile.” He tried not to smile but the corners of his mouth quirked up. Elwood ran a hand through his hair and turned away from me.

“shut up.” He chuckled.

“it’s cute!” I shot back. Elwood shook his head and blushed. “Really it is. Shows how protective you are.”

“it’s just…I’m concerned you know?” He said. “First that happens and then Jake finds out he’s gonna be a dad and I just…panicked.” I cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

“I really am still pissed about you not saying anything to me about taking all our money to do this.” Elwood nodded and wrapped his hands around my wrists. “But it’s understandable. Especially after everything that’s happened.”

“I am sorry I didn’t mention it to you. I should have. But I know you get busy and stressed and I didn’t want to make it worse.” Elwood said, leaning in and kissing me softly.

“Elwood, you calling me and telling me this would have been so much less stressful than the fucking bank calling me.” I said. Elwood chuckled and nodded.

“understood.” He said. I smiled at him as I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

“now.” I said, moving my hand to pat his chest. “Show me these modifications.” Elwood lit up and took my hand, pulling me outside to show me what he had done to the car.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - eighty-six | hack behavior

You couldn’t pay attention to what you were doing. 

Part of you was completely distracted by the idea that Yunho was busy with a fucking sting operation, of all fucking things. If y/n got him hurt or killed, you’d never forgive her. It’d mean you’d have to get a new editor, and that’d suck because she was a really good editor, but you’d cut ties with her on principle. And then you’d help Yunho sue her.

Despite your being distracted, whenever you did try to concentrate on something, you found yourself feeling… bored? Maybe it was because the distraction was so much more exciting than work but, whatever the reason, you couldn’t help it.

You had come to work that morning hoping to get a lot done: you had maybe half a list of songs for your lessons with Yujin but you wanted it to be killer; Hongjoong wanted ideas from you for Ans:wer’s comeback album, the song they were recording was going to be a one-off single for their re-debut and they’d need a full album of songs to record soon; you knew Maddox was around somewhere and probably needed something…

Yet somehow, somehow, you couldn’t get anything done. And it was because you knew your former best friend/for a while sworn enemy/now current friend was out, helping with a homemade sting operation, of all fucking things.

You deeply questioned her judgment, his judgment, and your judgment on continuing to know both of them.

You sighed and slapped your cheeks a couple times, hoping it would wake your brain up from the thing you weren’t supposed to be thinking about so you could concentrate on the things you should be thinking about. You inhaled and exhaled purposefully, attempting to center yourself. No more distractions; you were going to get something done.

“T/n?”

You looked up. Hongjoong was in the studio doorway, face contemplative. 

“Yeah?”

“Could you maybe help me with something?”

There were papers everywhere. The tables had been flipped over and everything on it on the floor, broken instruments, soundboards, and monitors, the chairs looked like they had been thrown into the wall, and there was a thin coating of dust on everything because the room had been left like this for months.

The first thing the two of you did was right the table, and Hongjoong knelt down to inspect the computer tower, the monitor beside it with a spidery crack through the screen, the second monitor with a gouge in it. He sighed.

You turned and got to picking up papers off the floor - sheet music, lyric sheets, pages of notes - you stacked them together so they could all be organized… or thrown out.

“So… is anyone going to tell me what happened with this guy?”

You heard Hongjoong shift but he stayed quiet. You went back to cleaning. He put the computer tower and monitors on the table and righted a chair and sat down.

“It’s my fault.”

You turned.

“We were friends and we used to, you know, challenge each other musically. We’d ask questions back and forth about how we thought a song should sound, what genre we should use for a concept, that kind of thing. One day I asked if he wanted to write about more.”

“‘More’?”

He sighed. “When we write popular music, we write the most relatable things a person could feel or desire, you know? Love, lust, heartbreak. You could call them ‘the big three,’ most songs revolve around them in some way or another, most people experience them so they make the most money.”

You nodded.

“Obviously I don’t have too much of a problem with this, it’s my job and all, but I had been doing HALA - making art - since I was a teenager, and I wondered if he felt the same.”

You watched him as he searched his memories for a moment.

“One day I asked him if he wanted to branch out, write about some other emotion or want or… anything, really. And he blew up at me.”

“Wow.”

“One minute we were having a nice conversation-- about Ans:wer, actually and what direction their next album should go in, and the next thing he was screaming at me. About how I didn’t understand him, or his art, or art in general, or anything… and he’d never yelled at me before, we’d never gotten into a fight, even, but suddenly he was screaming at me. Then he left and came here and trashed the whole room - Maddox came in and tried to stop him, and he hit him - and then he left before we could call security.”

Your eyes widened. “He hit Maddox?”

He nodded.

“Holy shit. What’d you do?”

“I was… flabbergasted? I feel like I’ve never used that word before. Dumbfounded? I was at a loss for words. All I could do was sit there and wonder, like, what the fuck did I do that was so wrong? Why did he get so mad? I guess we were really only work friends, but why did he get so mad instead of calmly defending his position like he normally did every other time we talked about music? Like, why… why?”

You righted a second chair and sat next to him.

“I just couldn’t understand why he became so… enraged. And so suddenly. I tried to call him afterwards. Yeah, I was stunned and maybe a little scared of him because of what happened, but I wanted to talk it through and see what was wrong, and I wanted him to apologize to Maddox… but he had already blocked me.”

He took his phone out and pressed the number for a contact that was named ‘Z---’ to keep it at the bottom of the contacts list. The phone rang for a moment before rejecting. He stared at the contact for a few moments.

“I called him at least three times a week for a month, and then less the month after… I can take a hint, I just didn’t know why he wanted me to take a hint, you know? And we had so many things we needed to work on…”

You nodded.

“It was like… all of my work life was wrapped in this person because we worked together so well, and all of a sudden it was gone in an instant, and I still don’t know what I did wrong.”

You nodded again. He clicked on the contact and the drop down fanned out the option to call or text the person. He looked at it for a couple seconds and shut the screen off and put it away. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments and he sighed.

“There was a drama I was watching…” you started, “It was a long time ago so I don’t remember the name, but there was a husband and wife in it. And one day the husband said something to the wife, and she yelled at him, which would have seemed odd, because everything seemed fine, but then the show went through all these little moments of like… she was changing as a person and he wasn’t. So when he said whatever it was to her: he, a person who had stagnated, was saying it to a person who was growing, and so she didn’t feel like he knew her anymore.”

“So--” Hongjoong avoided saying the ex-producer’s name “...so he grew?”

“Well… it’s not a one-to-one comparison. I think that, if you asked him about music and he was suddenly opposed to questioning it at all, maybe he’s the one who stagnated.”

He thought for a moment and frowned. 

“Or maybe he had changed his mind on something and didn’t tell you. It probably wasn’t sudden - one or both of you were changing the whole time - you just didn’t know from a lack of communication. You still thought he was still the kind of person you could have honest conversations about what’s working or not working in a song and…” you shrugged, “maybe he just wasn’t that person anymore.”

Hongjoong sighed deeply. His eyes downcast, his attention was taken by a broken mixing board nearby. He picked it up, turning it over to survey the damage done to it. He stared at it for a second, expression blank, but you could tell his brain was working overtime as his grip on the mixing board tightened. He inhaled a shaky breath, seeming to force himself to breathe in until it steadied.

“...Fuck…” he breathed out.

He blinked, he shook his head, you weren’t sure if you should ask what he was thinking.

“I…” he volunteered. “I’m playing the last two years we knew each other over in my head and, like, thinking about it like that… A lot of things are starting to make sense now.”

You leaned back against the table and watched him as he worked through his thoughts.

“When we first started working together, he made sure to explain that we had to do everything in service of the music… nothing else mattered as long as we were creating art and that the art was honest.”

You watched him.

“...He got an offer from another company; way more money with way less work. He didn’t take it, he said, because he was so sure that he was creating art here…”

“Did he come to regret the decision, maybe?”

He nodded slowly. “One day we had a small argument-- more like a heated debate. I didn’t pay it too much mind at the time but he had said something like… ‘Why are we doing so much for a rookie group?’ or something like that. Then I thought he mumbled something about ‘I should have taken the money,’ but he stormed out of the room before I could ask and he didn’t come back until the next day.”

“Wow…”

He nodded again, eyes on the floor.

“Sounds like a hack.”

He burst out laughing, the surprise making him spit by accident. Fortunately it didn’t hit you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Nice job.”

He leaned back in the chair, laughing, and waved your comment away. “Why do you say that?”

You shrugged. “It sounds like he didn’t take the other job at first because he felt the art was more important, and then decided he really wanted the money later. Did he need it?”

He wiped the tears from his eyes and calmed himself. “I don’t know. We weren’t very close outside of work but I was under the impression he was fairly well off. He was older than me by about ten years and had been working here about that long.”

You nodded. “Then maybe he wanted the status that the money or the name of the other company could bring.”

“...Maybe.”

“And, if you’re willing to make things just for the money,” you shrugged, “you’re a hack.

He laughed again, quieter this time, and leaned back in the chair with a pleased sigh. “Does that make me ‘not a hack’? Since I’d never do that?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

He looked down at the broken mixing board for a moment, smiling.

“Though--” you checked the door to make sure no one was walking around outside “I don’t really think HALA could become a hack.”

“I’m glad to know you have such faith in me.”

You nodded. “Like yeah, you make pop music most of the time, but you still have your own stuff that you get to explore other options with. We live in a capitalist hellscape where art is a commodity and unless we all decide to go to the salt mines instead, this is kind of our only option to make money as creative people.”

He exhaled a laugh.

“And hey, if you start exhibiting hack behavior, I’ll let you know.”

He smiled at you. “Thanks.”

You smiled back. “I’m really glad you told me about all this. It seemed like it was weighing on you.” “Yeah. I guess it was.”

You nodded. 

He put the broken board on the table and clapped his hands on his thighs, standing. “Well, let’s get this room cleaned up so you can have your own studio.”

“I’m getting this room?” 

The size of the room was fairly large, you supposed it was because the previous owner was so important. But you weren’t sure you deserved something like this so early.

“Of course.”

“But… it’s almost the size of the recording studio.”

“My and Maddox’s private studios are the same size.”

“Really? Well, I’ve never seen your rooms. When he and I visited the other producers, a lot of them had smaller studios.”

“That’s because a lot of them have less stuff and don’t need the space, or they make music for groups at other companies as well.”

“Is--”

He turned to you.

“Are they being punished?”

“What--” he laughed loudly. “No, they’re not being punished. They also have space at the companies they produce for, so it’s like half of this size room is here and half is at the other company.”

“Oh.”

“And a lot of people like smaller rooms, you know. Sound proofing is much easier to put up in a room with less wall space.”

“Then why are these rooms so big? This one, and yours and Maddox’s?”

“We’re lead producers and we only produce for Wonderland.”

You nodded. “Oh…”

He looked at you for a second. “What?”

“I don’t have that much stuff to fill it with though.”

He chuckled. “Well, once we get rid of all this broken shit,” he kicked at the broken computer tower, “get you some new mixing boards, get you a new desktop-- you can bring your bass in here, get some other instruments--”

“I do have a few at home.”

He smiled. “See? You’ll have tons of things.”

You thought about it. A room filled with instruments and mixers and computers with various production programs. What a dream.

“What?” Hongjoong asked as he picked up another mixing board that had something sticky poured into it, from his reaction. “Ugh, is this cola?”

You chuckled. 

He smelled it, grimaced, and put it on the table. “I’m surprised there’s no ants. What were you thinking about?”

“Oh… I was imagining the room looking like a working producer’s room.”

He put his hands on his hips and looked at you.

You nodded.

He nodded.

You nodded again.

He laughed. “Why are you nodding?”

“It looks pretty cool. In my head I mean. Obviously not… at the moment. But it’s cool to think that the dream is coming together.”

“You wanted to be a producer?”

“When I was younger? Nah, I wanted to be in a band and tour and shit. But honestly… When I first got into making mashups, I was just doing it for fun. Just to play around with sounds and I thought it’d make me a little bit of Youtube income on the side-- not enough to live on but enough to have a little extra money each month while I looked for a band or a job or whatever...”

He nodded.

“I never thought it’d blow up like it did… and I never thought I’d be standing here, in a room that’s going to be mine in the near future, working with you and Maddox, and heading my own projects in the future.”

He smiled. “Sometimes luck can account for a lot.”

You nodded. “I should send Mingi a fruit basket or something for telling me about the audition.”

He laughed.

“Though, maybe helping to set him up with Dei was enough.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, that seems like a pretty big favor to me. He might owe you back instead, if they get married.”

You exhaled a laugh as you picked up some more papers to add to the pile you had accumulated and tossed them on top.

“I think-- you can throw all that out.”

“Huh?”

“Those are all his. If he wants no trace of him being here, then that’s what he’ll have. Put it in the garbage.”

You shuffled it all together and picked it up, righting the garbage bin with your foot and dropping it all in. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m not going to suggest we continue the music of someone who thought money was more important than art, and who’d lash out at everyone. Fuck him.”

Your eyes widened and your eyebrows shot up.

“What?”

“I’ve… never heard you say something like that before.”

“Well… it’s just us. And, you know, if he hated me, I have no reason to forgive him… and forget yelling at me, he hit Maddox and Maddox has never done anything wrong in his life. So… yeah. Fuck him.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

He sighed and shook his head, a sort of resetting of his feelings; the sigh was for the past and the shake was to get rid of it since you both had the future to worry about. To look forward to. Though, you did file it away in the back of your brain that - were you to ever, somehow meet that guy - you would loudly give him a piece of your mind for hurting your favorite Goldfish Boy. Such things are not to be borne. Not when you can get in his face about it instead. He better hope he never runs into you.

“Anyway, this is going to be your room, once we clean it up. I’ll help you get a new computer and I’ll help you pick out new soundboards and mixing boards and shit. You can buy some more instruments…”

You nodded as you looked at the stuff you still had to clean. You supposed that IT would go over the computers just to make sure no company secrets were on them before they were disposed of.

“T/n?”

You looked at him. “Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you auditioned. I… I’m really glad you’re here. I know we started off on the wrong foot, and that was all my fault, but… I’m glad we’re going to be working together.”

His words surprised you.

He looked at you, no expectation of your answer, just an honest confession.

You nodded. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

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[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Alright besties, I have finished the season, and it is time to release my episode notes. I would like to call this my

Season Three Wrapped (Spoilers, duh)

I cried a whopping 25 times this season. I cried the most as Episode Six with 11 times sobbed I mentioned Nilcent a total of 4 times I asked where Walter was 3 times I said "I can't handle this" 12 times

Episode notes below the cut

Episode One:

I cried: three times

-Oh Kristina won’t even look at him.  -Oh she’s sick’ -Well Linda’s fired up.  -“You are a piss person” YES -TAKE HIS MONEY SIMON  -boyfriend time omg  -COZY OMG  -THEY’RE SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE  -Oh shit they’re just exposing everything damn  -No but I actually hate Linda rn tho  -No but Kristina’s problem is that she needs Erik’s death to mean something and it never will.  -STEDRIKA  -Aw poor Felice is depressed  -FINALLY SOMEONE WANTS TO MODERNIZE THE MONARCHY  -Literally fuck you Linda  -angry Simon FINALLY  -NILCENT  -KISSING IN PUBLIC  -BOYFRIEND. THEY SAID THE WORD BOYFRIEND  -OOH THEY KNEW ABOUT SARA  -FUCKING MARCUS  -PICTURES OF SIMON IN HIS ROOM OMG  -THE HEART STILL ON HIS HAND I’M DYING  -NILS MY BELOVED  -SARA STILL HAS STELLAS SWEATER IM GONNA BE SICK  -NO NOT MICKE STOP NO OMG EW NO  -I love them for having an intervention for her  -HE’S SMILING FINALLY OH MY GOD  -HES TRACING OVER THE TATTOO IM GONNA DIE  -Oh shit  -Oh shit they’re blaming wilhelm  -WHERE THE FUCK IS WALTER?  -THEY X’D ANETTE OH HELL NO  -NOT CLOSING DOWN HOLY SHIT  -my candle just blew out and I don’t think that’s a good thing.  -Why do I feel like it was Nils that came forward? 

Episode 2

I cried: two times

Are they about to have phone sex? 

Oh my god they’re having phone sex 

Jk 

Oh homophobia 

Oh Jesus these reporters keep dragging Wilhelm into this 

Oh damn Kristina is REALLY sick 

And she really doesn’t want to talk to Wille damn 

Farima is more of a mother to Wilhelm than Kristina is 

Stop talking about Simon on the bus I will fight you 

Oh this bitch is racist 

THEY GET TO HIKE 

YES YOU WILL GET TO SLEEP TOGETHER 

I am once again asking where the hell Walter is 

Micke good father arc? Excuse me? 

Okay driving Queen 

Wilhelm get out of choir 

I literally hate this 

NOT A SINGING ARC STOP 

OH THEY’RE MAKING OUT NOW 

I literally can’t tell if I hate this or not. Wilhelm please quit choir everyone is begging you 

Fredrika being so depressed because she doesn’t have a cellphone is peak comedy 

I THINK IT WAS NILS. OH THEY KNEW HE WAS GAY BECAUSE OF HIS INITIATION 

NO NOT NILS CRYING OMG 

Oh my god. Oh my god. 

Damn didn’t think I’d feel bad for August but let the bitch run you know? 

August please don’t electrocute yourself it’s not worth it 

Oh he’s just gonna call Sara never mind 

AUGUST OMG STOP MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR YOU 

OH THEY’RE GONNA FIGHT 

NO LET THEM FIGHT MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING 

DID SOMEONE SEND HIM CONVERSION CAMP SHIT?! 

I’m gonna murder someone actually 

Praying Simon sends this to Wilhelm and doesn’t post it because I can’t handle him getting into more public debate rn I will combust it is episode two 

Don’t post it Simon don’t post it Simon don’t post it Simon

Well fuck 

I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST IT SIMON 

oh maybe it was ok 

oh no it wasn’t 

Damn 

Well that was short lived. 

I literally can’t handle this rn 

Fuck. 

SAY IT BACK 

THANK GOD 

Simon deserves to stand up to his mom and I love him for it 

I need stedrika to be together instead of just acting like they are 

I love them so much and I love them for trying even though they don’t understand what Felice is going through 

FIRST WALTER SIGHTING 

The big three sharing a tent I’m in heaven 

ROSH AND AYUB SAVE THE PARTY SCENE 

Oh my god Rosh and Stella is real 

OH MY GOD FREDRIKA IS JEALOUS 

OH MY GOOD GOD 

JEALOUS FREDRIKA 

THIS IS SO AWKWARD I’M GONNA DIE 

Oh shit we’re fighting 

Oh fucking hell NO PLEASE NO 

OH THE QUEEN IS REALLY SICK OK 

Episode 3

I cried: two times

Oh damn she’s like… suicidal 

Wilhelm honey you don’t need everything on your shoulders omg 

Oh he looks so small 

STOP I HATE PEOPLE 

I hate Linda the most rn

Wait the year is wrong on their hats isn’t it? 

Never mind.

Oh damn Vincent called out 

Oh damn August called out 

People are gonna call Wilhelm selfish for this but I think it’s totally valid for him to be upset that Simon doesn’t care about his feelings rn I also think it’s valid for Simon to be distracted as he’s thrown into a world he doesn’t understand yet. I think they’re both selfish in this moment. 

WILHELM QUIT CHOIR IM BEGGING YOU 

YES TRICK AUGUST INTO THERAPY I’M BEGGING 

Malte’s ability to shapeshift into this shitbag needs to be studied

Linda begging you to read the room 

Literally fuck these guys leave Wilhelm alone 

Simon cry baby. Do it. Cry. 

YES THANK GOD LET IT OUT 

FUCK NOW IM CRYING 

I LIKE YOU SIMON. I DO. 

WILHELM LIKES YOU. ROSH LIKES YOU. AYUB LIKES YOU 

Simon’s no longer grounded and they’re gonna have sex 

Are they gonna get caught making out by the school inspector because I literally cannot handle that 

LMFAO 

Henry and Walter shut your mouths you’re undoing all your hard fandom work

CAN VINCENT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE 

I love Felice getting to interact with her dad 

Oh I’m sobbing again 

Oh damn I’m nervous 

FELICE I SWEAR IF YOUR THE REASON THIS SCHOOL GETS SHUT DOWN ISTG

Valborg is back, baby! 

Sara’s gonna crash this car 

Augusts gotta a little crazy in his eye lowkey and I don’t like it 

Oh god he went to Micke’s 

MICKE ERIKSSON OF BJÄRSTAD I'M SCREAMING 

August…. Redemption arc??? 

No he made it about himself again never mind 

THEY'RE BAKING OMG 

Stedrika baking gfs

Sara and Felice be acting a little fruity ngl 

No because Micke is kinda slaying this season by being the best parent and I was NOT prepared for that 

WILHELM IN THE CHOIR WILL NEVER FAIL TO SEND ME LIKE BESTIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 

HE'S NOT EVEN PAYING ATTENTION HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING AND HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SING BESTIE I AM BEGGING YOU TO FIND ANOTHER HOBBY ANY OTHER HOBBY 

SARA’S BACK THINGS ARE GONNA GET WEIRD 

YESSSSS WILHELM’S GONNA FIND ANOTHER HOBBY MAYBE 

aw baby Simon doesn’t enjoy singing anymore 

THEY’RE GONNA FUCK 

OMG THEY’RE GONNA FUCK 

oh the girls are not happy about Sara being back 

Wilmon only stopped for a second they are ON A MISSION 

damn Micke why’d you let her down so soon 

OH DAMN OH DAMN OH THEY'RE ON THEIR KNEES FOR EACH OTHER OK THEN 

OH THIS IS EXPLICIT OH MY GOD 

OH MY GOD OH 

Wilhelm is a top confirmed I guess damn 

WILHELM IS NOT A TOP CONFIRMED I GUESS

If Micke is drunk or high I swear to god 

Ok we’re good I think 

They’re nakey 

Aw a little boy wants his picture. Like I know it’s gonna bite him in the ass later but it’s super cute rn 

HAPPY BABY SIMON 

Literally shut up Vincent stop making me hate you 

And it bit him in the ass 

Fuck. Simon go live at Hillerska I can’t handle this rn 

Episode 4

I cried: three times

FUCK HE’S CRYING ALREADY

I know this isn’t the point but them calling each other boyfriend makes me want to giggle like a child every time because OMG 

oh they’re taking a test and they’re all cheating 

VINCENT SHUT UP 

NO WILHELM NOT THE PRIVILEGE NOT A PUNISHMENT LINE PLEASE THATS YOUR MOTHER’S PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU 

Simon and Wilhelm both having a crisis about their future because they don’t have a choice is gonna make me hurl I can’t do this 

August around Sara season 3 has Wilhelm around Simon season 1 energy and I can’t 

Oh did something happen to the Queen? Why are they acting like he’s the king right now? 

OH SHE’S SO SICK OMG 

Farima knows how to handle him and and that’s amazing 

Fuck they’re erasing him 

She passed! 

Again Micke is running away with the parent Olympics and that is BAD 

He deleted his accounts 😭

WILHELM STOP THIS NOW. YOU DO REPRESENT QUEER PEOPLE LET IT BE KNOWN JESUS CHRIST 

That poor dude shaved his head for no reason 

Nilcent moment 

HENRY AND WALTER 

I simply love Henry 

August is a good leader and I hate it so much 

WHERE IS ANETTE LILJA BRING HER BACK. 

Vincent, you look ridiculous. Stand up. 

Wilhelm you’re a hypocrite don’t make me mad at you I am BEGGING. 

Stop clapping for him. He doesn’t deserve this. 

DRAG HER ASS SIMON 

Vincent I’m so mad at you but that was kind of a slay 

They really said “we might give up because we don’t have dinner” and that is the most privileged accurate thing that could have happened 

Henry and Walter offering 300 for a half eaten lollipop is SO ME 

August just admitted to being anorexic and no one batted an eye like???! 

VINCENT ADHD CONFIRMED THANK GOD 

Oh shit the boys are fighting 

Henry spent 2500 on a bag of chips I’m CRYING 

“Show your dick for Hillerska” I’M SCREAMING 

FELICE IS YOU GET THIS SCHOOL SHUT DOWN ISTFG 

THEM WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR TOGETHER I’M NOT OK 

THEY DID IT BOYS! SUCCESS 

Nilcent moment 

FUCK Sara I hate you I love you I’m mad at you 

I love Rosh and Ayub and I know they’re trying to be good friends but like… yall gotta support him at some point 

Oh god oh no. Erik did it. Erik did the homophobic initiation. Oh this is gonna break him. Oh god 

No ERIK I TRUSTED YOU ERIK I BELIEVED IN YOU ERIK I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT YOU OMG PLEASE I CAN'T OMG NO ERIK PLEASE ERIK 

But who got beaten up? Who got the boner? Was it Nils? Was it Vincent? WAS IT AUGUST? It had to have been Nils, right? 

Episode 5

I cried: four times

They’re absolutely going to break up this episode. I can feel it. 

Oh he’s having a nightmare right? 

they’re passing notes and no one is ok 

Vincent you can’t be mean and gay and homophobic and racist. I need you to pick a struggle. 

Fredrika gf era 

Don’t be drunk don’t be drunk don’t be drunk don’t be drunk 

Don’t be high don’t be high don’t be high don’t be high 

What the hell is in August's letter I need to know 

I’m literally not okay with the fact that Wilhelm is raising himself right now 

Wilhelm’s idol being crushed in between his fingers and having no one to talk to about it is making me want to kill someone

NO DON'T IGNORE SIMON PLEASE OMG 

Please tell me Wilhelm has chosen another hobby 

NO WILHELM PLEASE FIND ANOTHER HOBBY YOU LITERALLY HATE SINGING 

don’t lie don’t lie 

Wilhelm stop projecting i’m begging 

The music room is homophobic I can’t take this anymore they couldn’t even get off in there like please 

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER 

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER SARA PLEASE 

Micke you were doing so well 

Micke please 

Stop comparing Simon and Felice, Wilhelm it never landed you anywhere good 

WILHELM PURPLE NAILS 

MICKE NO 

MICKE PLEASE YOU WERE DOING SO WELL 

MICKE 

MICKE NO 

Linda literally fuck you you don’t know anything I hate you so much take a break please I used to love you so much I’m going to scream

Simon can’t take care of everyone all the time please give him a break 

HIS PURPLE NAILS I CAN'T 

NO SWEETHEART DON'T TAKE IT OFF NO PLEASE 

Them all dressed as waiters is sending me into orbit 

WILHELM BIRTHDAY SIMON SINGING STOP THIS IS SO CUTE 

SIMON MADE THE SANDWICH THIS SEASON I'M LOSING IT 

August and Wilhelm should not be able to sit in the same car in case of another Erik situation. That is the entire Swedish line of succession in one vehicle. 

Wilhelm got one good dick and suddenly started liking kids 

WILHELM WHY WOULD YOU TALK ABOUT POISON RIGHT NOW 

the breakup is coming I can feel it 

Nilcent moment 

This is the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen in my life I can’t hand this 

HIS BIRTHDAY SONG IS ABOUT A FROG I CAN'T HANDLE THIS 

Sara and August things are weird 

NO NOT A NEW WATCH LET HIM KEEP THE OLD ONE OMG 

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS 

oh August is chugging wine 

On a chair no less 

What have they done to Felice? No actually what did they do to Felice this season? I’m not okay with it. 

The birthday dinner is so uncomfortable that I actually can’t handle it like I will have to actively skip it every time 

I’m convinced they’re reading fanfic at this point I’m not able to think of any other explanation for some of this 

“Class Bad Boy” is August. Oh god if they only knew 

They call him Agge I hate August but omf that is so cute 

If they get back together and Felice sees it all hell will break loose and I am sure that is what is going to happen 

WHAT'S IN THE LETTER 

August’s letter just made me sob wtf 

OH 

fucking Fredrika 

Fuck Wilhelm stop. Stop sabotaging yourself 

Welp he’s popping off and Simon’s gonna dip 

Oh god

Oh 

Oh my good god 

Oh I can’t handle this 

Simon can’t either 

If Linda is the reason Wilmon breaks up and I will murder someone 

THEY JUST BROKE UP AND THE SHOW ENDED LIKE 

OH MY FUCKING GOD 

Episode 6

I cried: ELEVEN TIMES

No they’re so sad omg 

“It feels like you two are never really over” she’s right 

WILHELM TAKES RESPONSIBILITY FOR HIS OWN PROBLEMS I CAN'T I’M SO PROUD 

Has that one extra been a 3rd year this whole time? 

Walty moment 

MICKE? 

Not Micke just a car

Sara better be the reason they get back together 

Walter’s outfit slays 

HOLY SHIT HILLERSKA STOPS MID DAY JUST LIKE THAT 

Oh August broke 

The third year trio breaking down together I literally cannot take this I will break 

Rosh and Ayub I need you to take a chill pill 

NO THE BOOK OMG 

POOR ONE OUT FOR HILLERSKA 

August coming clean omg 

Can’t believe Vincent is the voice of reason 

OMG CHESS HAS ACTUALLY BEEN A METAPHOR I’M NOT MAKING SHIT UP

Oop library

Panic attack 

HENRY FUCK OFF 

“WE’RE LIKE BROTHERS” OK I'LL FORGIVE YOU HENRY BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF THAT 

HUSFAR DOING SHOTS OMG 

emo Wille is killing me. Like same. 

PLEASE HE ATE THAT 

PARTY PRINCE 

I love Malin being in on it 

PARTY PRINSEN 

FAKE GRASS 

REVOLUTION PLAYING 

August and wille???? 

Understanding 

Oh god I’m not surviving this conversation 

Oh fuck that HURT 

Fruity? 

Not fruity ok 

Yay Sara 

Felice and Sara made me cry

ROSH AND STELLA OMG 

NILS CAME OUT OMG OMG 

VINCENT IS THE BEST ALLY OMG OMG  

SAUGUST BREAKUP OMG 

“YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH THE PERSON YOU BECOME WITH ME” OMFG 

“IT'LL PASS” OMFG SHE SAID THE THING 

The boys’ immediate “we should leave” they’re learning slowly but surely

OH THE LAKE 

IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE OMFG 

I’m shaking 

Oh their breakup is killing me entirely I am sobbing like a child 

THOSE ARE BARE BUTTS OMFG 

STEDRIKA 

Henry and Walter OMFG 

THE LIGHTS 

his song omg 

WE HAD SIMON’S SONG AND NOW WE HAVE WILLE’S SONG AND I LITERALLY CAN’T TAKE THIS RN 

MIN REVOLUTION

SNOWGLOBE IN THE TRASH OH HE’S ABDICATING. OH SHIT HE’S ABDICATING. I DON’T NEED TO SEE THE REST I KNOW HE’S ABDICATING

THEY HAVE LAST NAMES 

WILHELM QUIT CHOIR THANK GOD 

HILLERSKA’S FIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER 

THEY’RE SINGING SIMONS VERSION I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS 

BORIS AND WILLE 

MAMMA OCH PAPPA ÄR HÄR 

KRISTINA APOLOGY 

Nothing was in vain and I never gave up 

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SUMMER OMFG 

NEW YORK 

Oh he’s talking about not wanting it 

HE DOESN'T WANT THIS 

SHES GONNA GIVE IT TO AUGUST 

OMG HE'S GONNA DO IT 

Oh August just realized he’s gonna be king 

ALL THAT RUNNING PAYING OFF BABES 

He’s in the backseat 

Felice is in the front 

She didn’t go to new York 

ENDGAME BITCHES 

No I can’t handle a fucking montage rn 

THE FINAL WALL BREAK

[saywhatjessie]

Drunk on Christmas

Day nineteen of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 19: Secret Santa Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 2.2k[Ao3]

“Oi!”

Everyone in the locker room immediately quieted, giving Roy their full attention. He bit back a smirk.

“We’re doing Secret Santa,” he told them, lightly shaking the shoebox in his hand. Phoebe had decorated it so some red glitter fell gently to the floor at the movement. “I know the idea of Christmas is so fucking prevelant in this country, people don’t think of it as a religious holiday anymore and that’s extremely fucking annoying to those of us who aren’t fucking Christian–”

Some whoops went up from some of the boys and Roy nodded at them in approval.

“-but giving and receiving gifts is still nice. So we’re fucking doing it anyway. Come pick a name from the box.”

Everyone cheered, scattered talk coming up from everyone about gift ideas.

Roy passed the box off to Isaac who manfully didn’t grimace at the amount of glitter that was about to get all over him, and turned to go back to the office.

He paused at the door to turn back to them. “Oi! And no booze!”

Most of them started whining at this but Roy shut them down with a glare.

“I don’t want to hear it!” He said. “You’re not just gonna go trading bottles of liquor, you’re going to think about your fucking teammates and deliver something heartfelt or all of you are doing laps until your feet blister so badly they get infected and drop off.”

“Well that’s vivid,” Jamie commented, idly.

Roy bared his teeth at him. Jamie winked back.

Roy growled and turned into the office, closing the door behind him.

“That was sweet,” Beard commented, not looking up from his book.

Roy growled at him, too, coming around to sit at his desk.

Nate peaked his head through the door from his office. “What’s sweet?”

“Roy making a no alcohol rule for Secret Santa so Jamie wouldn’t be singled out or receive a gift he can’t drink,” Beard answered, looking over the top of his book to smirk at Roy. Who wasn’t looking. He could just feel it. “Real thoughtful, coach.”

“I will set your book on fire,” Roy said.

Beard blew him a kiss.

“Is the no alcohol rule for staff as well?” Nate asked, worriedly. “I mean it’s a nice sentiment and all, I’m just not sure how well I actually know Karen from finance.”

“Spoilers,” Beard said, scandalized. 

“There is no Karen in finance, he was being hypothetical,” Roy said, rolling his eyes. “And that’s up to Rebecca so we can ask her. I think she’ll be fine with alcohol, though. Her problem is the spending limit.”

“I think we should just let her spend eight thousand pounds on Kenneth the bus driver,” Nate said, smiling. “I think it would be funny.”

“And Kenneth could use it,” Beard said. “His MLM is hemorrhaging money.”

Roy sighed.

Later that week found Jamie curled up on Roy’s couch frowning at his phone as he tried to figure out what to get Zorro for Secret Santa.

“You really shouldn’t tell me this shit,” Roy said to Jamie’s grumbling, looking up from his book on the other side of the couch. “I shouldn’t be involved.”

“You’re not involved,” Jamie said, wiggling his toes further under Roy’s thigh for warmth. “That’s why I can tell you. You’re on a whole different Secret Santa. So it’s fine.”

Roy grunted, acknowledging the logic in that. “I’ve got Will,” he said. “Figured I’d just get him some nice noise canceling headphones. He hears too much.”

“That’s by design,” Jamie grinned. “Kitman’s a little freak. Good lad.”

Roy grimaced. “I don’t like that.”

“Prude.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Fine, so no headphones. I’ll think of something else.”

Jamie hummed, a crease between his  eyebrows from his frown. Roy fought down the impulse to rub it away with his thumb. “You’re lucky all your other shopping is done,” Jamie said. “Hanukkah was so early this year. I still have to buy for mummy and Simon and Keeley and Phoebe and–”

“Why are you getting Phoebe a present?” Roy asked. “You already bought her those pokemon cards for Hanukkah. Which she’s obsessed with, by the way.”

“Obviously,” Jamie said, but he still preened at the praise. “But she celebrates both, don’t she? So I gotta get her presents for both.”

“You don’t,” Roy told him. “Have to. You already give her so much.”

“Yeah, and I want to, so lay off, grandad,” Jamie looked at Roy over his phone, his chin jutting out stubbornly. “She’s the best kid in the world and she’s my friend and I love her so I’ll do what I like.”

Roy swallowed, his chest feeling tight. He grunted, nodding at whatever Feeling this was giving him, and turned back to his book. Jamie made a triumphant little “Hmph” and turned back to his phone.

Roy had been having this Feeling a lot lately. When Jamie laughed at a joke or made himself at home at Roy’s house or looked at Roy after he’d done something particularly clever on the pitch, sort of proud and seeking approval. He didn’t know where the Feeling was coming from or why it was happening. But it was there and Roy couldn’t figure out what it was or what to do with it.

But, to be fair, he really wasn’t trying that hard,

“What do you think about skin cream?” Jamie asked. “For Zorro, I mean. He’s got that big bald head, it’s gotta need moisturizing, yeah?”

Roy hummed. “I say don’t get anyone soap products unless you know what they’re skin is like.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Jamie frowned at Roy, kicking him a little with one of the feet still tucked under Roy’s legs. “I will break you, by the way. I will find a skin care routine that doesn’t harm your delicate skin with impure metals.”

“Leave my doctor prescribed body wash alone.”

“Why are you using body wash on your face?!”

“Fuck you. No, do not buy Zorro skin cream.”

Jamie grumbled, turning back to his phone.

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is,” Roy said. “You’re great at giving gifts. It’s annoying.”

“You only say that because of the gifts I’ve gotten you.”

“Well, yeah, what other gifts would I have to go on?”

Jamie whined, pulling his feet out from under Roy and plopping them in his lap instead so he could sink further down on the couch. “It’s easy to get gifts for you. Been obsessed with you since I was a kid, haven’t I? I already know what shit you’d like or find funny.” Jamie sighed, letting his head think back against the armrest. “I haven’t always been the best teammate.”

Roy put his book down, resting a hand on Jamie’s ankle. “Yeah. You were shit.”

Jamie dropped his heel on Roy’s thigh in a gentle kick, not picking up his head.

Roy breathed a laugh. “You’re not now, though. So get the fuck over yourself – your gift will be fine.”

Jamie snorted. “I can do better than fine. It’ll be mint.”

“Fucking prove it.”

Jamie picked his head up, smirking at Roy and looked back at his phone. He left his feet where they were.

Roy smiled when he was sure Jamie wasn’t looking at him anymore. He watched Jamie’s hair, worn loose even after all the walnut mist had grown out, as it fell delicately over his eyes. Jamie made a stupid face when he was concentrating: his mouth all pouted out, his top lip coming up to touch his nose. He whined at Roy every time he pointed this out, saying he wasn’t doing it on purpose and Roy’s face was more stupid than his could ever be.

Fuck, there was that Feeling again.

“Do you know what part of Canada Zorro’s from?” Jamie asked and Roy had to rush to fix whatever his face was doing before Jamie looked up.

“Montreal,” Roy answered. “Why?”

“I’m trying to find locally sourced maple syrup,” Jamie told him. “It’s gonna cost a fuckload to ship but what’s all my money for if not to show my teammates I love em?”

And Jamie had said the word before when he was talking about Phoebe. And he told Keeley he loved her and he signs off every phone call with his mum with an “I love you”.

But something about Jamie saying it just then, his warmth on Roy and his face all soft and looking perfect against the backdrop of Roy’s house – of Roy’s life – made that fucking Feeling rocket like a pinball from his chest into his brain and go clink.

“Fuck!”

He shoved Jamie’s feet off him and stood up, moving quickly to the kitchen.

“Oi!” Jamie complained from the couch. “Be gentle with these feet - they were kissed by God, remember?”

Roy pressed his forehead against his fridge and tried to breathe. Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck fuck.

“You let me know when you’re done with whatever that magical realization was,” Jamie called. “I still want your opinion about the syrup thing. They also have syrup candy? But it seems like you make that yourself. That could be fun to do as a team.”

Jamie was still talking. Roy’s entire life just rearranged itself and Jamie was still talking.

“There’s also this Canadian brand called Roots or summat. It has sweats and stuff? But also hats. That’s something I can get him to protect his bald head. Man, you’re right, I am good at this.”

Roy slammed his hand against the fridge and stalked back to the living room.

Jamie looked back, taking in Roy’s stress position but looking completely unconcerned. “Oh, good, you’re back. I think I’m gonna do the syrup and the hat. That way he can eat one and keep one, yeah?”

“Are we in love?”

Jamie jerked, his phone nearly flying out of his hand. “What?”

“You and me. Have we been in love this whole time? I just found out.”

Jamie’s eyes were wide, both his hands curled around his phone, held to his chest like he was protecting it. A strand of his hair was somehow caught on his stupidly long eyelashes. He looked so beautiful.

Roy was going to punch himself in the dick.

“Fuck!” he cried again, collapsing back on the couch. He put his head in his hands and waited for his stupid heart to feel normal again.

That was looking less and less likely, though, as Jamie moved closer to him (slowly, ever so slowly) and put a hand on his back.

“Um–” Jamie started, and his breath hitched a little. “I mean, I am. In love. I mean.”

He let out a frustrated breath and Roy turned to look at him.

The crease between his eyebrows was back and Roy actually did reach out a hand to smooth it out this time.

Jamie leaned into his hand. “I hoped, you know?” Jamie said. “The way you let me hang around so much and how much time I get to spend with you and Phoebe and you’ve met my mum and she loves you and your sister seems to trust me which is mint and–” he took a deep breath. “I thought maybe you loved me. Since you haven’t gotten sick of me yet.”

Roy grunted. It wasn’t a nice enough sound so he tried words next. “What about you?”

Jamie snorted, moving closer to Roy until their sides were completely pressed together. “Man, I’ve been in love with you for years. First I was just a fanboy, you know? Wanked to your poster, studied your play, wanted to impress ya. But then I knew you and you were better than I imagined. Because you were a fucking prick.”

Roy snorted, shaking his head.

“No, really!” Jamie continued. “Before that you were like a god, you know? Untouchable. But then you were mean but gentle with your niece and a little clumsy and believed in ghosts and you were a person and there was nothing on earth that could stop me from loving you.”

Roy sighed, letting his head dip down and rest against Jamie's. He took a deep breath in, inhaling Jamie’s air.

“So we’re in love,” he clarified.

Jamie laughed, turning his head to kiss Roy’s temple. “Yes, Royo, we’re in love.”

No one else was surprised they were in love. Higgins already had the paperwork set aside when Roy asked for it. Rebecca took out a bottle of champagne sticky noted with ‘For when Roy finally gets out of his own way.’

Beard turned out to be Roy’s Secret Santa and gave him two tickets to Marbella in his and Jamie’s names.

“For the off season,” Beard shrugged. “If you want them.”

Roy growled. “This is definitely over the price limit.”

Beard smirked, flipping his sunglasses down and crossing his arms.

Roy looked past him and into the dressing room where Jamie was receiving his Secret Santa gift from Bumbercatch: a pair of huge pink mittens. HIs face was so bright and happy and Roy loved him so much.

He had to look away. It was so embarrassing having feelings in public.

He looked back at Beard who was holding out a shot of spiced whisky.

Roy took it with a grunt. “Thank you,” he threw back the shot. “And fuck you.”

“Fuck you too, bud,” Beard raised his class and threw his own shot back.

Maybe alcohol was needed for Secret Santa.

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve : The Monster

Summary: Remus can't keep his secret forever.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse.

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October 7th, 1972

“Why is it that these types of things can’t be later in the day?” Pete yawned, slumping onto the wooden bench.

“No one said you were forced to come, Pete,” she deadpanned, taking a sip from the mug of coffee that was channeling much needed warmth into her hands.

Remus leaned closer as she sat between the two boys, “Where’d you get that from?”

“Nicked it from the Hall at breakfast, want some?” She held out the steaming cup, which he graciously took a sip from.

The sun had only been up for an hour, but Sirius and James had awoken while it was still dark to head for Quidditch try outs, trying to get a few warm-up drills in beforehand. The stands of the pitch were empty, save a few random supporters strewn throughout. It also happened to be the first Hogsmeade weekend, so most upper level students had opted for the trip into town instead. 

The early morning fog swirled low along the grass as the dozen or so Gryffindor hopefuls zoom around the field. James and Sirius hovered at the far end, taking turns tossing a quaffle through the goal posts. After both of them making the reserve team last year, the boys were determined on filling the open Chaser positions. 

The Gryffindor team captain blew their whistle and began to run some drills. The group consisted of mainly third year and above students, Sirius, James, and Marlene being the youngest prospects. She’d never seen Marlene fly, but that girl sure gave the boys a run for their money. She was easily the quickest on the field, dodging each bludger attempt with a graceful spin or slick dive. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the day began to warm, Marlene didn’t even seem to sweat, meanwhile James damp curls were visibly evident even from the stands below.

“I don’t think I want to sleep in the same room as either of those two if they don’t make the team again,” Remus scowled while watching a particular dodgy save by Sirius. 

“They made reserves last year though?” Her eyes didn’t leave James, who was currently careening through the air towards the Keeper, quaffle gripped tight under his arm.

Remus shook his head, “According to James that was worse than not making the team at all—I’m pretty sure I heard him crying the night after try-outs.”

She tried to not to laugh, focusing instead on their friend’s victory lap around the pitch, having just maneuvered a fantastic goal against the seasoned Gryffindor Keeper, “Honestly, I think I’ll be more upset if Marlene doesn’t get a spot—she’s phenomenal.”

The two of them watched as she she zipped around the other students effortlessly, moving so quickly that she was diminished to just a blur of blonde and maroon. 

The captain blew the whistle again, signifying the end of the trials. James and Sirius landed and stalked over to the three of them in the stands, faces unreadable. She raised her eyebrows at them expectantly.

James shook his head, “The list will be posted later today.”

Sirius grumbled beside him.

“Alright then,” Remus announced, “I’m headed to the library, anyone want to join?”

“—on a Saturday?” Peter whined. 

She nudged him with an elbow, “Some of us actually care if we turn assignments in on time—I’ll go with you Remus.”

She smirked as Peter flushed slightly, both of them knowing he was currently sitting on multiple yet-to-be-started essays. 

Pete The Procrastinator opted to stay behind and wait with James and Sirius, who were too hyper-focused on the team roster to do anything else until the final decision was posted. The other two made the trek back to the castle, meandering through the mostly empty corridors towards the library, which was devoid of any life besides Madam Pince. They snagged a favorited table in the back corner, away from the ears of the scrutinizing librarian, and got to work researching their respective assignments. 

Somewhere around the two hour mark, her mind drifted off topic, instead choosing to dwell on Remus who sat quietly thumbing through a large text on the Goblin Rebellion of 1612. His lack of communication over the summer (and also last year’s Christmas holiday), paired with the fact that they still hadn’t ever spoken in-depth about his lycanthropy, was eating away at her. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Remus,” she pushed the book onto the table, voice steady as she worked up the nerve to talk to him.

He looked over the top of the text in his hands, brow raised in invitation.

“Can we talk about everything?” Her face pinched in concern, afraid that he would shut her out again. 

“What do you mean by…’everything’?” The book lowered in his lap.

She swallowed dryly, there was no turning back now, “Like, your lycanthropy. I obviously know about the basics, but you’ve kept me in the dark about a lot, and I…I just want to know more so I can help.”

Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand, “What do you want to know?”

Quickly, she ran through the list of questions in her head, trying to pick the least-invasive one first as to not scare him away.

“Where do you go when I bring you to the hospital wing each month? I know Madam Pomfrey doesn’t just let you roam around the infirmary…”

Remus nodded, trying to come to terms with opening up to someone about his most vulnerable secret, “She uh—she brings me to the shack.”

“The…shack?” She couldn’t think of any place on school grounds that could possibly fit that description.

“There’s an old house right outside of Hogsmeade, about halfway between the village and Hogwarts. The locals call it the ‘Shrieking Shack’—“

“—because of—“

Remus cut her off with a stern nod.

Her heart shattered. She knew the transformations were painful, but the thought of Remus screaming and tearing at his skin in utter solitude in the confines of a dilapidated lean-to was unbearable. So much for starting with less-invasive questions. 

“—You know the Whomping Willow?”  He asked, eliciting a sad nod from her, “there’s a knot in the tree near the base, if you press it, there’s a tunnel leading right inside. Only myself, Madam Pomfrey, and Dumbledore know about it. Well…now you as well, I guess.”

“And you’re alone the entire time? She doesn’t stay?” 

“Of course not! She can’t, no one can…” he trailed off, face becoming downcast.

They both sat in tense silence for a moment, the air in the library was beginning to suffocate as she loaded the question that had been plaguing her since last Christmas. 

“Remus—“ she practically whispered, his eyes flicking to hers and for the briefest second she could’ve sworn they flashed gold, “—what about when you’re at home?”

His entire body bristled as his eyes closed for longer than a blink. 

“There’s uh…my dad built an…enclosure for me,” The statement tumbled out, laden with shame. 

Anger flared in her veins, “Do you mean a cage? Your father built you a cage to keep you prisoner during your transformations?” 

“He built it to keep my mother and him safe—to keep me safe.”

He stared at her with eyes that she had never seen before. These were dark, almost cold, not the warm hazel embrace she was used to. 

“You’d never hurt anybody, Remus—” she said, careful not to push him any further.

“—you have no idea what you’re talking about!” he snapped.

Too late.

She let his anger sink in. In her head, she knew that his rage was not with her but rather an entirely more complicated scenario, but it didn’t change the fact that his tone tore right through her heart.

“You’re right,” she finally said, voice wavering a tiny bit, something she hoped he didn’t notice, “I have no idea what I’m talking about—“

Remus was watching her like a predator, eyes hard and hands gripping the book in his lap.

“—but I do know, that you’re my best friend—” she rose from the chair calmly, looking him directly in the eye with the same ferocity behind his, “—and I know that you deserve much more care than you’re being given.” 

And with that, she grabbed her bag and strode out of the library before Remus could respond. 

———

By the time she walked back to her dorm it was almost dinner, so she just dumped her bag and left to join the boys, all of which were seated at the usual table, except for one. She half expected it, knowing Remus, but it still hurt nonetheless. 

As she sat down next to Peter, she couldn’t help but notice the giddiness radiating from the opposite side of the table. She had completely forgotten about the try-outs from earlier. 

“Well…?” She stared at the boys in anticipation.

James swallowed a particularly large bite of chicken, “Well, you’re looking at—“

“—THE TWO NEWEST CHASERS FOR THE GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM!” Sirius practically jumped onto the bench as he yelled. She could tell he’d been doing it all day by the way James nor Peter flinched or reacted.

“Congratulations, that’s amazing, I guess I’ll have to actually watch the games now,” she laughed, thinking about if anyone else had actively ever rooted against their own house team.

“I have a schedule if you want it,” Pete dug through his bag, handing over a timetable with listed game dates. 

As she looked over the schedule, another body came and sat next to Sirius. 

“There she is!” James called, causing her to look up at the new addition. Marlene smiled shyly, pouring a glass of pumpkin juice into a goblet.

“Please tell me you made the team too!” She stared at Marlene eagerly, who gave the quickest nod. 

“Yes!” Her yell drew annoyed looks from both James and Sirius.

“…what?” She glared back.

“You weren’t that excited when we told you about our positions,” Sirius sulked.

She pointed at Marlene, “I’m sorry, but did you see the way she flies? She’s amazing!”

That only made Sirius frown harder. She rolled her eyes. 

———

October 23rd, 1972

Remus had avoided her since the library. They’d never gone this long without speaking before, but she was too hurt by his anger to extend an olive branch. She was also not about to apologize for wanting to help him. Instead of sitting with the boys at dinner, she took to just grabbing food from the kitchens and eating alone in random spots around the castle. Occasionally she’d run into Pete and invite him along, which was nice. He didn’t ask why she wasn’t coming around, something she greatly appreciated. In History of Magic, the one class she shared with all four boys, she would arrive earlier than usual and choose the seat closest to the front, knowing that none of her friends would want to sit within direct range of Professor Binns. 

As the full moon approached, she was keenly aware of how much Remus had not only pulled away from her, but also the others. He stopped showing up to meals, something that was greatly concerning (the boy never stopped eating), and the day leading up to his transformation, he wasn’t in any of their shared classes. Finally, she caved; the need to help her friend eclipsing her pride altogether. 

She walked to the hospital wing before dinner, knowing that he would be showing up within the next hour before sunset. Pacing the hall for what felt like an eternity, she finally realized that outside the castle was almost completely dark. 

He had never shown. 

Knocking on the heavy doors of the infirmary, she listened for any semblance of life on the other side, only to be met with dead air. If Remus had been inside the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was probably walking him down to the shack by now. The lump in her throat threatened to choke her as the tears begged for release. Putting on her best James Potter impression, she stiffened her spine and decided to pay her friends a visit at dinner. 

“Well, well, well,” Sirius announced as she sat across from him in the Great Hall. Pete looked up and smiled, happy to have the missing piece of the group back. 

James started to spoon some food onto her plate, “Where’ve you been? We haven’t seen you in weeks…”

She shrugged, eyes downcast as he slid the plate over; he gave her extra potatoes, her favorite. 

“I’m sorry—“ she mumbled, refusing to look at any of them, too ashamed of her absence as of late. 

“—are you and Lupin fighting?” Sirius asked abruptly. 

Their eyes met and held while she silently nodded. 

“What for?” James said with his mouth full.

She shook her head, spearing a small potato onto her fork, “It doesn’t matter—something stupid. Have any of you seen him today? He wasn’t in class…”

Sirius swallowed a bite of food, “—went to the hospital wing sick this morning. I swear, I’ve never met anyone that gets ill more than Lupin.”

She choked on her food, swallowing rather dramatically and catching Peter’s attention. He stared across the table at her expression, one that she was trying to keep as neutral as possible. Taking a large gulp of pumpkin juice, she glanced briefly at Pete who met her with a look that screamed “you’re hiding something.” 

Grabbing her bag, she rose from the table, neglecting the food that James had generously put together for her. 

“Hey! Where’re you going, you just got here!” Sirius called.

She scrambled for an excuse, “I uh, I forgot, I have homework—sorry.”

———

The Astronomy Tower had become her favorite late-night haunt, the vaulted ceilings and open air gave her room to breathe, not to mention the indescribable views of the castle grounds. It’s no surprise that when she ran from the Great Hall on autopilot, she managed to end up here. She sat against one of the stone archways overlooking the North Lawn and gazed out at the Whomping Willow in the distance, branches blowing innocently in the early evening air. The forrest covered any view of the Shrieking Shack, but she knew that just beyond the trees, near the small grouping of barely visible Hogsmeade shops, her best friend was in agonizing pain. Hyper-focused, she listened intently to the surrounded world, for what—she wasn’t quite sure.

The shuffling of feet on the stairs startled her, eyes darting toward the doorway to find Peter climbing the final steps. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he gave a shy smile, “Knew I’d find you here.”

“How’d you know I’d be up here? No one ever comes up this late…” 

He sat down opposite and shrugged, “You’re not as sneaky as you think, just because the other two aren’t observant doesn’t mean I’m not.” 

She bit back a smile, turning her focus back to the willow tree.

“You know what’s going on with Remus…don’t you,” Pete wasn’t asking, he was stating the fact directly at her. 

Her eyes snapped to him, mouth slightly agape, trying to quickly think of a way to get out of this.

“I’m not stupid,” Pete muttered, “I started connecting the dots last year, but didn’t fully confirm any of my suspicions until last month—he’s a werewolf, isn’t he?”

For a split second, she considered jumping off the tower rather than incriminate her best friend, but instead just stared back blankly at Peter. 

“You’ve been helping him, haven’t you? I’ve seen you waiting by the infirmary in the morning sometimes,” his voice was calm, something she wasn’t expecting. It made reading his overall feelings on the matter much more difficult. 

As she sat there, the stone sucking any and all warmth from her body, her mind raced for any way to talk Pete away from this realization. Every brain cell kicked into overdrive, but she quickly understood that there was no way to escape this. Her face paled as she nodded slowly at Peter.

The confirmation hung between them for a while, Pete’s face remaining stoic as the two of them sat in silence. She stared out over the grounds as he finally broke the air.

“Where do they keep him?”

She nodded towards the North Lawn, “There’s an old house between here and Hogsmeade, with a tunnel just under the Whomping Willow. Madam Pomfrey takes him there right before sundown.”

He nodded as he followed her gaze to the tree.

“You didn’t tell the others…did you?” She whispered. 

He shook his head, “I didn’t—but they need to know, you can’t keep this from them.”

“I know, I know, I just…it’s not my secret to tell,” she stared at her knees, which were now pulled close, “I’ll talk to Remus, it should come from him.”

As Pete nodded in agreement, a faint howl emanated from beyond the forest, shattering her heart completely.

———

The following morning, she raced to the Hospital Wing, a bar of chocolate tucked safely away as a peace offering. Madam Pomfrey was just opening the door when she skidded to a halt in front of the infirmary. The defeated expression on the matron’s face caused her already wounded heart to sink. 

“Come in dear,” she whispered sadly, ushering her inside. The hall was empty, except for one occupied bed near the far corner that was surrounded by portable curtains. 

“—it was a…particularly bad evening,” the witch started, reaching for a potion bottle on a shelf near the door. 

“Is he okay?” She was surprised any voice came out at all, she could barely breathe. 

Madam Pomfrey inclined her head, “Yes, he’s okay, but he roughed himself up, and this time it’s more visible.” 

She walked her over to the bed, and as they came around the curtains she saw the damage, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth to avoid gasping out loud. 

Remus laid in bed almost as white as the sheets, a large claw mark torn across his face. 

“I was able to treat it as best as I could, but unfortunately due to his affliction it won’t heal completely; he’ll always have the scar I’m afraid…” 

The mark ran from just above his right eyebrow, stretching down across the bridge of his nose diagonally until it reached the top of his left cheekbone. The placement was jarring; he was lucky to still have his right eye intact. 

Madam Pomfrey set the potion down on the bedside table, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I’ll leave you two alone, he should be awake shortly. You know the drill—“ she pointed to the potion before disappearing behind the curtain.

Fishing the chocolate out of her pocket, she placed it on the table next to the bottle, sitting in the chair on the opposite side. She traced the gash across Remus’ face with her eyes, trying to figure out how to break it to him; he was going to be devastated.There was no way he could keep this from the rest of the boys, it was now or never.

Remus began to stir, groaning at the soreness in his joints as he stretched. As his eyes opened,  they fell immediately on her. She gave him a sad, closed smile. 

“Hi…” she whispered, reaching out for his hand.

“…Hi,” he croaked, grasping onto her fingers weakly. He rubbed a thumb against her knuckles, “…I’m sorry.”

She brought his hand up and kissed it, “I know—” she reached over and tossed the chocolate onto his lap, “—you’re forgiven.”

He grinned, which immediately turned into a wince, “Why’s my face hurt?” 

He reached up to touch between his brows and she jumped up to grab his hand.

“Don’t!” She whimpered. 

He stared at her like she had grown two heads. 

“There was uh—there was an accident…” she didn’t know how to explain this without completely shattering him. 

His face grew stony, “What happened.” 

The words never came, she instead reached over to the table and retrieved a handheld mirror, passing it over to him. She couldn’t watch his face; couldn’t watch the moment his heart broke, so she stared at the floor. The sound of the mirror thudding onto the sheets made her breath hitch, but the singular sniffle that came from Remus a moment later completely demolished her. 

She leapt from the chair and onto the bed, taking his hand. He didn’t look at her, instead staring blankly at his lap, silent tears escaping down his marred cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry Remus,” she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes. 

He sniffed again, wiping a hand over his eyes, “It’s not your fault…it’s mine.”

Her hand stilled in his hair, “What’re you talking about? You can’t control what the wolf does—“

“—I was upset…it’s always worse when I’m upset, I should’ve expected it.”

They sat in silence for a minute, the context of his words sinking in: she had inadvertently caused this.

“I’ve missed you—“ he broke the silence, finally looking at her. 

She choked back tears, the last thing Remus needed was to be concerned about her feelings. 

“I waited for you last night, but you never showed,” she whispered.

Shrugging, he grabbed the chocolate on his lap and began to unwrap it, “I went down early, head was killing me,” he split the bar in two and handed her half, patting the space beside him on the bed.

She leaned back against the pillow and they ate in comfortable silence together. Remus took a bite, closing his eyes and settling in against the headboard. 

She needed to tell him. The thought bounced around her mind as the chocolate began to melt between her fingers, neglected by the nagging back and forth happening in her brain. He’d be discharged from the hospital wing in the next few hours, the others would see the scar and she knew Pete wouldn’t keep quiet for long. Best get on with it.

“Peter knows—“ she didn’t put any emotion into the statement, just blurted it out and watched Remus shoot his eyes open in terror. 

“WHAT?!” He choked on the piece of chocolate in his mouth.

“—before you ask, no, I didn’t tell him. He figured it out on his own,” she said softly, handing over her half of the candy, suddenly not having the stomach for it. 

“I find that hard to—“

“—he’s a lot smarter than you lot give him credit for, believe it or not,” she snapped. 

Remus ran a hand along his face, wincing again when he hit the new cut, completely forgetting about its existence. 

“…I’d probably have to tell them anyway, thanks to this,” he motioned towards his face, “He didn’t—tell the others, right?”

She shook her head, “No, I made him promise. Told him it was up to you when to talk to everyone.” 

He looked away from her, gazing off through the empty infirmary for a few minutes until he inhaled a deep breath, “Okay—we’ll do it today.”

———

Remus held her hand the entire way back to Gryffindor Tower, entirely silent as he built up the courage to speak to their friends. She had reassured him multiple times in the hospital wing that they wouldn’t think any different of him, promising to hex any of them if they proved her wrong. It did little to calm his nerves.

The first friends he’d ever had, were slipping through his fingers. Would they look at him differently? How could they possibly want to stay friends with a monster? Sirius passed through his mind briefly, his family’s obsession with pureblood status specifically. Would he hold those same prejudices against him? Did the belief that people like him, lycanthropes, were lesser-than beings, somehow rub off of Sirius in any capacity? 

He wanted to run.

If he moved fast enough he could make it to Hogsmeade by nightfall and floo home from an inn somewhere—could he even go home? 

As his thoughts began to spiral, there was a tight pressure in his hand. She was squeezing it to get his attention.

They were at the portrait. 

Fuck.

He stared blankly as she announced the password, watching as the Fat Lady swung the frame open to reveal the short tunnel that led to his fate. 

Halfway through she turned to face him, “Do you want me to talk to them first? To like…prepare them a little?” 

Remus appreciated the notion, truly, but this wasn’t her battle. He shook his head, steeling himself as they continued on. The other three weren’t in the common room, so he led her towards the dormitory, slowly feeling his soul leave his physical body. Pushing the door open, she went inside first as Remus lingered just beyond the doorway.

James and Sirius were each sitting on their respective beds, tossing a quaffle across the room to each other while Peter sat cross legged on the floor reading a quidditch magazine. All three seemed a bit surprised when they saw her, but even more so when Remus stepped through the door finally.

“Merlin, what happened to your face?!” Sirius exclaimed, tossing the quaffle onto the floor and leaping up to inspect the damage on Remus’ head. James quickly followed, brow furrowed as he observed the large tear in his friends skin. Peter didn’t move, just watched from the floor, knowing fully what was about to happen. 

“I uh—“ Remus stuttered, still unsure how to approach the topic, “—I have something to talk to you about.”

James and Sirius both stopped fretting over the scar, and instead looked at their friend with curious concern. 

“You should both probably sit,” she murmured, motioning towards Sirius’ bed.

James leaned against the post at the foot of the four-poster, while Sirius sat on the edge, hands gripping the quilt. 

“Everything alright mate?” James asked cautiously, brows still creased as he watched Remus shift nervously on his feet.

He glanced over at her now seated on his bed, offering him a soft, encouraging smile. At least he had her, regardless of what happens, she’d always be there. 

“I’ve been…keeping something from you, from everyone—” he started.

Sirius shot a look over at her quickly, and she knew he was wondering if she was kept in the dark as well. 

“—I have uh…I have lycanthropy…” he felt like he was going to pass out. The room began to spin as the words swirled around the dead air in the dormitory. He felt a hand in his, and found her standing beside him again.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, letting him rest some weight onto her. 

“Is that why you disappear all the time?” James’ voice was low, his mood indecipherable.

Remus nodded slowly.

Sirius eyed him from across the room, “Why didn’t you tell us?” 

Remus visibly tensed, “How could I have? You better than anyone should know how people view werewolves—“

“—what’s that supposed to mean?” Sirius shot back, rising from the bed.

“That’s enough—Sirius sit back down,” she stood between the two boys, fingers pressed against Remus’ chest while she motioned for the other to get back on the bed. 

James spoke up, a discernible hurt behind his tone, “Why didn’t you though? We’re your friends.”

“I—didn’t think you would want to remain that way after you found out I was a monster,” Remus muttered, eyes retreating back to the floor. 

Before she could open her mouth to once again rebuke the claim, James jumped in.

“You’re not a monster, mate, you’re our friend—“

“—I’m dangerous—“

Sirius chuckled, “Yeah, okay. Remus Lupin, the boy who makes his bed before class each morning, the one who chastises us for slagging off on homework on a regular basis, future Mr. Prefect, is ‘dangerous’. Don’t make me laugh.” 

They all grinned, except for Remus.

“I’m being serious,” he growled.

“Can I be James?” Sirius grinned cheekily.

He shot his friend a glare, not in the mood for the same old joke he’d heard a thousand times before, “—I could hurt someone, I could kill any of you.”

She put a hand on his arm, “You’d never hurt us Rem, there’s precautions in place.”

He sighed, looking between their faces; each of them staring back with varying expressions of admiration. The feeling began to come back into his body slowly. 

James pushed off the post, walking across the room to sit on his own bed, “So where do you go each month then? They can’t possibly keep you in the hospital wing?”

Remus went into detail about the shack and describing the Whomping Willow tunnel. Sirius seemed to perk up at the mention of the walkway below the grounds.

“Do you think there’s others?” He interjected.

“Other what?” Remus gave him a confused look.

“Tunnels, passages, beneath the castle?” James looked over at his best friend as he spoke, the pieces coming together in his brain. 

“I bet there are,” he sat up taller on his bed, scooting closer to edge in anticipation, “We should do some reconnaissance.”

“I feel like we’re getting off-topic here,” she interrupted the two boys.

Sirius scoffed, “No offense, but this is a way more interesting conversation than Lupin’s little issue with the moon.”

Remus burst out laughing, covering his mouth quickly with his hand; it was a reaction she hadn’t expected to see at all today, let alone during this discussion. The sound was contagious, the rest of them following suit until they were practically in stitches.

As they came down from their fit, James stretched his arms above his head, jumping off the bed, “Wanna head down to dinner? I’m starved.” 

Remus groaned, “Thank Merlin, you’ve no idea…”

Sirius smirked as they began to file out of the dorm, while she stayed back and linked arms with Remus.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before walking out with her best friend. 

[dragonmistressivy]

Anyone want to burn down my school for me? /hj. School is hell and is fucking killing me. It will be my death. All the strees every single teacher puts on me. All the strees my parents put on me to fo well and mad at me for never having any extracurriculars. All of the thoughts destroying me from the inside out. The world falling apart and I don’t have the skills personal money to escape this hellhole. I sm scared snd streesed out 24/7. No wonder my physical gealth is starting to fail. I don’t have the wnergy to take care of myself snd i hate it. I don’t have anything in the real world. It is all pointless to me. Also i hate all the jokes my parents have made about judt plugging me and my brother into the matrix because we are addicted to the internet(as tho it isn’t their fault) and because we have no lives(as tho that also isn’t their fault and our bio mom’s given we have both definitely gotten secersl of our mental issues from her). Parents once made a “joke” about taking us out back and just killing us because we don’t want to live in the real world. Totslly what you say to your heavily depressed kids who at least one of them is suicidal(me) and would absolutely adore that. My parents suck. Also I don’t feel safe at school. Yet another three people i know for certain i can’t trudt and are evil given they were talking about have gender affriming care should be illegal(surprised they used the correct term given what they were saying) i was just sitting there like wtf. I am scared. Also two of those three girls sit at the same table as me in marketing do yet another reason to hate and fear that class. I fucking hate that class. It causes me to completely freeze and break down because of the assignments revealing some of my weaknesses which no one can be allowed to know especially given how many people are openly evil and i am a easy target. I widh i could drop the class but i missed the absolute deadline(the fucking literal 3rd day of school. I didn’t wven know the syllabuses for any of my classes but one by then) to drop classes because i was sick. I am dying because of school. I also have no energy to actually do anything outside of school besides bed rot and hide in my room and sleep most of the day because of everything. Thanks parents for fucking emotionally neglecting me for do long that you didn’t notice that i had so many fucking issues that could have been prevented or treated like 5 or 6 or 7 or maybe 8 years ago. Suvh as putting me on anxiety meds since like first grade. I should have been on them since then because it was do bad then and has only gotten worse since. Or maybe antidepressants since like 7th or 8th grade because it was there then but didn’t get extremely bad until 9th grade and 10th grade where it completely nose dived into the ground and has been boring through the ground even farther down since. I am broken because of them ignoring me and my problems pr even making them worse. Like that one time in i think was it 2nd grade where carter(my brother) had been harassing snd bullying me since we woke up and the whole day until i finally snapped at him in the evening and completely blew up and threw several chess pieces at him and missed and hit the window and cabinet glass behind him and shattered them. I got my ass beat for that with a belt multiple times. And wasn’t allowed to go to the fair that night and got several of my plushies taken from me. Carter’s only punishment was not going to the fair for litwrslly bullying me all day. I learned to completely hide everything from my parents. Also the fact carter wouldn’t get in trouble for even like for example getting one of his close friends to kick a soccer ball straight at my head and breaking my nose.(just one of the many many many things Carter did. I just remember it so clearly unlike most of elementary) Carter didl got receive any punishment. And you know whst my parents epuld tell me every time when he would bully me? They would tell me to just ignore him because he will stop if i do that.

I don’t know if they never deslth with bullies or not but that is notvhow you get a bully to stop. That only makes them worse because they will instead of doing badic stuff to get you to completely explode the will do more and more extreme stuff until you do. Also no wonder i have anger issues and barely don’t explode at anyone for the slightest thing. I was suffering from several mental issues snd was constantly without stop made fun of and harassed and the people who i was supposed to protect me did nothing and actually made it worse. Some things carter would do all the time are make fun of my speech impediment, the way i walk, the way i move my arms, the way my face looks, everything about the way i look, call me things like fag or tranny and all the slurs under the sun he knew even if they made no since like calling me the n word(i am the palest you can probably get do it made no sense), sexually harassing me, and raping me a few times as kids, and so much fucking more. I need him to have a fate worse than death Maybe lock in sydrome without the ability to close his eyes andhave everyone think he is in a coma, or maybe to get tons of brain damage that omly affects his physical ability to fo stuff do he finally fucking know what it is like to be fucking disabled. I fucking hate his guys and want him to feel pain for everything he has done to not just me but all his gfs and his current bf. He is a monster. I hope he gets his karma soon.

I hate how i can’t trust anyone especially authority figures for already mentioned reasons and many other ones such as for example my 2nd grade teacher would pretend i didn’t exist when i was literally talking to her or her not stopping bullies when i was being bullied right in front of her, or my third and fourth grade typing class teachers for getting so fucking mad at me for not using both hands to type(as tho i could because i can’t use my right hand or things like that) and literally coming over and forcibly correcting me, the fact that the best of my teachers in elementary(being my 5th grade teacher) was still very weird and purposely made me stick out from all my other students by literally changing her whole curriculum that year just because of me or like when we read “wonder” as a class she would basically say hiw i am simplar to august(the protagonist of that book) who is in fact disabled but in such s fucking different way that it just make me feel worse and internalize self hate about how i am not disabled enough to be treated as equals to everyone but too disabled to be like everyone else. So many people basically treated me like a baby that year i hated it. Another example from that year was when we read “fresk the mighty”(good book) why did she have to constantly point out how i was disabled. Also one more thing she did was on my birthday she literally have a massive party about august from “wonder” I don’t even share a birthday with him do it was so fucking creepy and i was do called out. There is so much more from judt my fifth grade class but at least wasn’t bullied that year tho was mostly ignored and isolated from my peers but at least no bullying like 2nd, third, and fourth grade there was do much that happened in those three years. Also i hate how much of 6th grade i missed because i had surgery on my right foot to find a lot of issues caused by it. Unfortunately the surgical site didn’t heal and almost got infected and that caused recovery from taking a like 2 maybe 3 months at most to around 6 or 7 months and only went back from like the last 3 months with taking a lot of time off because of recovery. That isolated me a lot more from everyone. Then i had seventh grade where nothing really happened besides isolated more. Then there was 8th grade where the pandemic started that march so was completely shut off from the world without being able to talk to literally anyone and was so alone and my grades started to slip and depression started to nose dive. But 9th grade was worse for do many reasons including me getting covid(still can’t taste or smell that well but the taste is slowly coming back now) and everyobe having changed including the few friends i had either them literally becoming fucking evil like one called me for having cp(not cerebral paldy) whwn i explained i had cerebral palsy and he knew i didn’t have the other thing but wanted to get me in trouble all because i was different and not like him. He was like the nicest person in 8th grade so who knows what happened but he became insanely ablest and sexist. Also i then hung out with a group of misfits(with two of them being trans and one being bi but somehow didn’t realize i was trans yet) but lose contact with all three of them over the summer. Then in 10th grade i made a friend. He was the nicest person to me ever and i also got a phone that year so i got his number and actually talked yo him outside school. He was so nice to me. But for some reason as soon as school ended he completely abandoned me and definitely blocked my number. No idea why. There was no reason why he completely abandoned me. Probably one of his other friends told him to. I mean he was friends with one of carter’s exes(she luckily broke up with carter after like 2 or 3 weeks once she realized how evil carter is). Also realized i was trans that year and he was the first person i came out to(wasn’t the reason he abandoned me given that was months and months before he did)

Then last year was completely alone and had nothing but at least could listen to music almost day and ignore the world as best i could. I have finally broken completely and have no way to ignore it like can’t even listen to music at school even during individual working time. I am so done

I am just so exhausted and done with life but unfortunately can’t kill myself to end it

[tigers-eyes-26]

Colors Chapter 4: The end

The next night Waluigi didn’t show up. Pauline was the mayor and his employer she could do what she wanted. She knocked on his hotel room.

“Who is it?”

“Who do you think?”

“Go away!”

“IF you don’t show up you are not going to be paid for tonight.”

“I don’t care!”

Pauline blew out a puff of air. Fine if money wasn’t going to draw him out, she had a pretty good idea what would.

**********

The next day a poster was slipped under his hotel door. Waluigi’s eyes bulged when he read it. He slammed the door open. Pauline, who was walking away, turned coolly at the commotion. “FINE, I’m only doing this for my adoring fans and not for you!” 

She looked at him through hooded eyes. “Perfect.” She turned and sauntered down the hall with a proud look on her face.

*************

Poster of the upcoming Dance Show Case was everywhere! The tickets were sold out. Waluigi spend weeks practiced his most difficult dances with the Mayor. The band practiced the handpicked music, the lights were designed to be as flashy as possible. It was all coming together.

Waluigi was relaxing in the green room an hour before the biggest performance of his life. He had a black dress shirt, purple dress pants and white dress shoes. His purple sequined vest was laying next to him on the couch he was sitting on.  An assistant was behind the couch massaging his shoulders. Pauline walked into the room. She had on a silver sequined top, disco ball earrings, a red skirt that was down to her knees and black heels. She looked at the scene disappointed. “Ashely, you can leave.”

“Oh, ok Miss Mayor.” She scuttled past the mayor and out the door. She pouted at Wally. “She has more important things to do.”

“Than give the star of the night a massage!?” He crossed his arms and slouched perturbed. Pauline took the assistant’s spot. She gripped his shoulders and started to dig her thumbs into him. “Wah!” Waluigi flinched with the pressure.

She didn’t let go. “You are not going to get the knots out if you don’t work hard on them.” He grit his teeth together and let her continue. “I’m going to approve of the Casino, with only one caveat….”

“Oh?” He squeaked out.

“That you come to check up on the establishment every year.”

“AH!” he exclaimed in pain and surprise.

“Your fans would appreciate to see your face every once and a while.” She continued to dig at a knot that was next to his shoulder blade. Waluigi gripped at the chair his knuckles turned white. “With you being a partner in Wario Inc. I would rather you and not Wario come to check on it.” He squeezed his eyes closed so that tears wouldn’t leak out. “By the way, why is it called Wario Inc and not Wario and Waluigi Inc?”

“Selfish…baaaAAAHH!”

“There!” Pauline finally let go of his boney shoulders.

Waluigi gently rubbed at the spot that she had been working on. He straightened his back and moved his shoulders around. “Huh?” His shoulders actually felt better.

“Your welcome.” She smirked down at him. He gave her a stink eye. “I’m going to give the band a pep-talk before the show.” She sauntered out of the room.

*********

The show was fantastic, sensational, electric. There was Cha-cha, Samba, Salsa, Swing, Jazz, Lindy hop, Disco and many more dances were put on display. Every trick was performed to perfection. Everyone enthusiastically applauded, cheered, and was awed at the show of expertise. Waluigi was having the time of his life! Sweat dripped down his sideburns but he hardly cared how exhausted he was. He played it up for the crowd, posing for them, and encouraging them to cheer louder for him.

At the end of the last dance, Waluigi dipped Pauline down low. She winked up at him he almost dropped her, instead he spun her up. They both bowed, and the stage was showered with roses.

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Waluigi waited for the next helicopter. He had his purple polo and white shorts. His purple fedora wasn’t going to fit in his briefcase, so it sat proudly on his head with a new red rose tucked into the white band around it. He looked up to the sky and grumbled about the upcoming travel ahead of him.

“What no goodbye?” Waluigi whipped around to spot the Mayor in her red pantsuit with a purple sun hat. She got into his space and pouted in his face.

He coolly smirked at her. “Didn’t want to break my fans hearts.”

She smarmily rolled her eyes at him. “c’mere.” She opened her arms to invite a hug.

He scratched the back of his head. “Not really the hugging type.” He deflected. She yanked the front of his shirt to get him off balance and into her arms. “Wah!” he felt her put something in his back pocket. He jumped out of the embrace. “HEY! Hands off the merchandise!” He checked his back pocket. It was a check. His eyes bulged at the amount.

“Your cut of the money from the show case and from the sell of the instructional videos. More will be coming your way soon.”

He gave her a distrustful look. “My cut eh? What percentage did I get exactly?”

“50 percent.”

“Only 50? Your holding out on me toots.”

“The other 50 went to pay the band, the light and sound tech, The camera men and the editors, for distribution, the elect-.”

“I get it! I get it!” He patted the air with his hands to get her to stop her list. “You pay your people well.” He folded his arms. “If I were you, I would pocket a big lump of that.”

She crossed her arms indignantly. “I did get some of it, I was in the performance if you recall?”

He tapped his chin with his finger. “mmmm…. Can’t say that I do….” She moved to punch him in the arm he slipped out of her range, with a big grin. “All I remember was people screaming my name.”

“You Jerk!” She swung again this time contacting his shoulder.

He rubbed the throbbing spot. “Ow!”

“It’s what you deserve you scoundrel!” she balled her fists at her sides and glared at him.

He smiled and slunk closer to her. “Scoundrel, eh?” He wrapped his arms around her locking her arms to her sides “I wouldn’t have you think of me any other way.” she looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and daring. He studied her face. The wind picked up blowing Pauline’s hat off the building. They didn’t seem to notice. Caught looking at each other as their goodbyes. The wind grew stronger blowing her brunet hair back. Stronger still it blew his hat down into his eyes, effectively breaking their staring contest. Waluigi let go of the Mayor and held on to his hat, annoyed.

They both turned around to see the wind was actually coming from the approaching helicopter. It landed. He gathered his briefcase. She yelled over the drone of the blades. “See you next year!” He saluted back at her not wanting to yell over the sound. He jumped into the flying machine and was off. Pauline waved until it was a fair way off. Next year, hopefully sooner, they would see each other again.

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First Chapter:

[planeteroticaaa]

"I WEAR YOUR SPARKLE, YOU CALL ME YOUR MAMA. LET ME PUT ON A SHOW FOR YOU, DADDY."

series m.list! — ♱. erotica

content warnings ! : cheating husbands, vulgar language, reader manipulating(?)/seducing men, reader walking these men like dogs, sexual descriptions, manager is an asshole & threatens reader with sex (doesn’t happen), pet names: daddy, baby girl, ma, mamas, etcc, overexaggerated ideas of torture (also doesn’t happen) because again, sukuna is a bad man, drugs, alcohol, stripclub/stripper, “bandz a make her dance” (like literally), sukuna’s kinda mean, but when isn’t he?? summary ! : It was another night at Planet Erotica. You were trying to make some extra money for your upcoming rent payment only, tonight wasn't really your best night. At least, it wasn’t until you were booked for a private dance by a mysterious man. word count ! : 4300+

You wore your signature sparkling, rhinestone littered red one piece halter lingerie set—the low neckline stopping a little below your belly button, the piece hugging you body, perfectly highlighting all your curves while the sides only covered enough to hide your nipples and made your breast sit up nice and pretty for the horny audience of men.

It left little to the imagination, though that’s what these men wanted, some going as far as to travel miles just to see you seductively run your hands up and down your body and teasingly bending over in front of them, the thong bottom tightly cupping your pussy whose essence they all wanted dripping down their chin or creaming all over their tiny dicks.

Your plump glossed lips puckering when you blew a kiss on your way out, or when you’d crawl on the stage floor up to the closest man and let him drag your bottom lip down with his thumb as he shoved a stack of bills in your boob. Anything to get a feel, right?

They weren’t able to take their eyes off you as you slowly twirled around the pole, flipped upside down with the back of your knee holding you up on the metal bar. Then when you’d let your arms fall back and switch to both hands on the pole, legs spread wide into a split. Or maybe you’d show off a bit—left leg close to your body while pushing against the pole, toes pointed and head back. It didn’t matter what you did, you always put them in a trance. A trance so deep they were willing to empty their pockets, risk their reputation, marriages, and everything else good they had going for them. Anything to catch a glimpse of “Scarlet”.

You smiled, blowing a kiss at the audience like you always did when your show was over and listening to the roars of the crowd. To say you didn't enjoy the idea of disgusting old men drooling and getting their dicks hard to the sight of you would be an understatement, however it was worth it seeing the money come in as being a waiter definitely didn't pay enough.

You picked up the cash, making sure not to leave a single bill on your way out and while it seemed like a lot in hand, you were rather disappointed once you started counting in the locker room. It wasn't necessarily bad, but you've had way better nights. You frowned, staring at the stack of bills in your hand and thinking over any possible way to make more. Maybe you can ask your boss if you could perform another show or entertain the married men? Because as much as you didn't like sitting on their laps, humping your pussy on their hard on while whispering filthy things into their ear, face in your tits as they moved their hands up and down your body, though never enough to actually place their dirty fingers anywhere near your cunt, you knew it was your second best option.

And so you went, many hungry eyes on your figure as you searched for tonight's plaything. You settled on a man who looked to be in his mid 40s. He had a wedding band visible adorning his left ring finger, an expensive black patterned suit and tie that made you guess he was coming right after work—probably told the wife and kids he'd be working a late shift like most slimy businessmen did.

He left the top 3 buttons of the white button up underneath the black blazer undone, showing the bush of hair he had covering his chest as he sat with his legs spread in the middle of the soft, black leather couch. His hair was thinning and he had a thick cigar between his lips, smoke blowing from his nose and open mouth as he talked to his colleagues. The rest of the men around him seemed just like him—rich, horny, and gullible and you could tell from the way they whistled and pointed their chins at you seeing you walk in their direction. You had your target, but fuck, did these guys make it easy.

"Hey boys, you enjoying yourselves?" you asked, hypnotizing them with the sway of your hips and seating yourself on your chosen guy's left leg. He quickly went from his leaned back spot on his phone, to sitting up, arms wrapped around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He gazed up at you, smirking at you in a way that flashed all his gold teeth. A vile smirk that made your stomach churn—how could someone be so sickening?

You placed your hands on his shoulders and kicked your legs over his other leg, looking down at him from his spot against your breast. You watched as they circled around you, one even going as far as to sit close enough for your feet to be slightly touching him. "Hey sexy," the guy said, a hand now gripping your thigh.

"You looked so good up there," a guy standing behind the couch put his fingers under your chin to turn your head so that you could face him. He smiled at you, teeth stained by the tobacco he was chewing. It took you a bit when you first started to get used to the rather gross atmosphere clubs gave off because they definitely weren't like the movies and when your mind started to wander and notice every gross detail, the money became the only thing keeping you there.

You used to be unable to contain the faces you made when the men touched you with dirt under their nail or when they'd brag about how much better you were than their wife, but now you'd just cover your mouth and let out a short giggle and maybe playfully slap their arm after.

"You really think so? I feel like I could've done better," you looked up at the guy holding your chin big eyed, a pout forming on your lips. "Did those assholes up there not give you your money's worth, mhm?" he dragged this thumb across your bottom lip, watching you shake your head all doe eyed.

"Want daddy to take care of it?" the guy whose lap you were sitting on said to which you gave him your attention again and caressed his check, feeling the hair of his thick beard between your delicate fingers. "Please daddy, please take care of me," you laid your head on top of his, taking the same hand that caressed his cheek and dragging it down his chest. "Please make me feel better," you whispered, playing with the button of his shirt.

You watched him and the rest of the men around you search their pockets for their wallets and that was when you knew you had them. You let their rough hands grope your body, you let them run their credit cards dry on buying drinks for you that you didn't finish, but rather took sips of and poured it down their throats because the drunker they were, the more they ran to the ATM and came back with stacks in their hands to keep you with them longer. You let them put their noses in your neck, taking in your intoxicating scent as they left sloppy, wet kisses just below your neck, stuffing more bills inside your lingerie piece or into your open hand.

"Hey, want to make a hundred grand?" asked the guy beneath you in your ear, slurring his words with his hands gripping your waist to grind your clothed cunt on the tent in his dress pants. You let him drag his tongue and leave a trail of kisses from your collarbone up the behind your earlobe and as disgusting as his chapped lips felt against your skin, all you heard was him giving you the opportunity of a lifetime. "A hundred?" you repeated in a hushed voice.

"That's right, baby. And all you have to do is be a good girl for daddy," he whispered in your ear, his chest against the bare back as his fingertips faintly bushed against your clothed cunt. Oh...that's what he wanted.

Your manager hardly liked you doing what you were doing now, but sex with a customer? He'd be fucking livid—hell, he might even tell your boss. Though...then again, this was a hundred grand we were talking about. You bit your lip, contemplating what to do.

This man was absolutely vile—his hoarse voice in your ear, the stench of his breath his mint gum couldn't even suppress that was most likely the result of a lifelong supply of cigarettes, his dirty fingernails, his gold teeth. He was an unclean, unkempt man and his wedding band that shined in the dim lighting made your sick to your stomach as your mind filled with ideas of a beautiful wife at home taking care of a kid or two, clueless of the fact her husband wasn't working late like he said he would be.

You wanted to get up, take the bottle of beer he was drinking from, douse him over the head with it, and slap him right after. Though...you had bills that desperately needed to be paid and the money from before just wasn't going to cut it.

You turned your head to look him in the eyes and the smirk on his face plus the lust-filled look in his eyes told you all you needed to know. "I want fifty first and the rest after." "Make it twenty-five and you got yourself a deal," he said, his hand holding your chin to ensure your eyes don't wander elsewhere. "Thirty-five or nothing," you frowned and the man just chuckled.

"You make it so hard for me, baby girl," he whispered in your ear before cupping your pussy. You watched him take out his phone and go to his bank account, your heart racing at the idea that this could actually be happening. Hell, with thirty-five grand, you won't even need to fuck him. "How do you want me to send it?" he asked and before you could answer, you heard your manager calling out for you.

"Shit. . ." you cursed watching the pissed man walk up to you once he saw you. "Been looking for you for over half an hour and this is what you're doing?!" he said furious and all you could do was sigh, collect the stacks you were accumulating for the past hour and walk off.

"What I tell you about doing that shit?!" he shouted at you in a hushed voice, following alongside you as you left the group of men, not even looking back when the guy asked you if you'd be back. You didn't answer him, instead shutting him up inside the locker room when you split a stack in half and pushed it to his chest, shoving the rest in your black duffle bag.

"You were saying?" you crossed your arms over your chest, an eyebrow raised watching your manager try and count just how many twenties you handed him. There were many times you should've been fired for doing this, after all he was supposed to tell the boss anytime a rule was broken such as this one, though you always kept him quiet with money men gave you that were almost, if not, higher than his own monthly salary. It was either that, let yourself be fired, or offer up your body because he too was just as infatuated with you as the rest of them.

"This is less than what you normally give me," he frowned. "You say this after you just fucked my chance of thirty-five grand? Oh, you're lucky I gave you anything at all."

"And you're lucky I don't call the boss right now and have you fired or—" "Or have your way with me right here? I wish you would." The two of you glared at one another, the tension in the room thick as your hand gripped the pocket knife deep inside your duffle bag. With how dangerous Las Vegas was, you'd be stupid not to carry around anything for self defense. It wasn't called Sin City for no reason.

You watched him step back and sigh, folding the bills in half and shoving them in his back pocket. "You got a request for a dance," he sat down on the leather couch in the changing room. "That's what you're chasing me around for? I thought you said the boss stopped offering those," you sat down in one of the many makeup chairs, fixing yourself up.

"He did, but this isn't exactly someone you want to say no to." "Why?" you turned back, eyes slightly widening seeing the serious face your manager was making. "Because he'd probably sit and watch on some throne made of human bones as his minions skin me alive. Besides, the boss called and told me to approve it," he said, showing you his phone for proof which made you laugh.

"I'm serious Y/n! He's a very powerful man who could get away with whatever he pleases." "And what makes you think I'd want to give a lap dance to someone who—from the sound of it—would kill me if I didn't do it a certain way?" you asked, playing along with the bullshit spewing from his mouth. A throne of human bones? Torture? How many brain fucking drugs has this guy taken pervious years before you met him?

"He specifically requested you. I mean, who wouldn't?" he mumbled the last bit and you watched him look you up and down with red tinted eyes from whatever he was smoking all night. You spun back around in your chair, leaning forward to fix your lipliner and lipstick, rolling your eyes.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing your manager walking up to you. His chest was against your bare back, leaning down to whisper directly into your ear despite you leaning your body to the side in an attempt to back away.

"He's offered me ten g's alone to ask you so whatever he's willing to give you for even going in there will be much more than that measly thirty-five thousand you were bitching about," he said, his words making you freeze. "That's absurd," you frowned, but were quickly convinced when he showed you the transaction in his bank account.

Your heart raced as you made your way to the private room and you started to take him a little more seriously seeing two tall, well built men in black suits and shades standing on either side of the door. Bodyguards to go to a strip club? Though maybe they were henchmen.

You reached your hand to knock on the door when one of them roughly grabbed your wrist, the other reaching his hand behind his back. Was he about to pull a gun on you? "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, gripping your wrist tight enough to potentially leave a bruise. "I was requested, you asshole! Now let go of me," you tried pulling your wrist back to no avail and before the guy could say anything, somebody opened the door.

"Hey, let her go or I'll break your wrist. You know he doesn't like to be kept waiting," someone said, playing a hand on the guy's wrist. You watched the man quickly unhand you, looking absolutely terrified of this person who was way smaller than him. They had white hair with a distinct thick reddish-pink line running horizontally across it. Their eyes were this pretty dark pink, adorned by long lashes, thin eyebrows furrowed from being visibly pissed off.

"Now apologize," they said, expression serious. "S-sorry ma'am! I didn't know you were her, I-I swear!" the man practically begged for your forgiveness, leaving you completely stunned. What the hell was going on?! "O-oh um...don't worry about it," you stammered, worried that if you weren't to forgive him something may happen to him.

"Thanks," you look at the person though they only smiled and nodded at you before letting you inside the room. On the velvet couch in the middle of the room sat a man. His head was leaned back, cigar hanging from his lips with his legs spread.

He had on a black suit jacket over a dark red, silk button shirt, the top 4 buttons undone revealing a bit of his hard chest, paired with black trousers and dress shoes. His strong jaw line, dark red eyes, and tattooed littered face was adorned by messy spiky light pink hair. He had a large, rather veiny hand on his lap, a hint of another tattoo on his wrist showing as his other arm was behind his head. You watched him tilt his head up, low intimidating eyes staring into your widened ones.

To be fair, you weren't expecting an attractive, tatted man who looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s effortlessly manspreading on the couch, a smirk now taking form on his lips upon seeing you that showed his pearly, and a bit pointy, white teeth.

He looked expensive—hell he smelled expensive. Though his presence almost made you feel...small. A menacing aura that made those around him scared that he might harm them in some way, but at the same time, something about him obviously made others respect him and his authority.

You assumed it had to be money from how nice his suit was or how rich his cologne smelled, but no, it must've been his status. But how high of a status did he have for your stubborn, rule abiding boss to give him special exceptions? Though maybe his looks had something to do with it too because as much as you didn't wish to admit it, you'd let this man do anything he wanted to you no matter how crazy it may be.

"Uraume, close the door on your way out," his deep voice rang through your ears and you watched them utter a "yes, of course" then exit the room. What was this? "Come, sit," he said, patting his lap to which you nodded and slowly walked over.

He took one last hit of his cigar before burning it out in the ashtray placed on the arm of the couch, smoke blowing in your face as his large hands went on your waist when your own hands held his shoulders to steady yourself, sitting with your legs on either side of him.

“No touching, it’s the rule for private dances,” you said, not noticing how fast your heart was racing upon looking into his dark red eyes. Truth be told, you couldn’t care less about any of the rules this club had, everyone knew that. However, this man’s touch left a lingering, hot sensation on your skin that you weren’t sure just how much more of it you could take.

He chuckled in amusement, but played along, his arms spread back behind the couch like before, looking you up and down while awaiting your next move though you remained frozen. “What’s wrong, Mamas?” he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“N-nothing,” you stammered despite trying to keep your composure. None of the men out there, even the more attractive ones who came every now and then had the ability to make you as nervous as this one did and it shocked you to your core.

“Can I ask you a question?” he sat up a bit more from his slouch position, moving with such ease even with you on his lap. You hummed, the grip of your hands on his shoulders slightly tightening due to your nerves. “I watch you every night after your shows let even the filthiest of men touch you for your own benefit even though it’s never much and goes against the “code of conduct” I know you couldn’t care less for yet speak about,” he said, words making your eyes widen and your heart sink to the pits of your stomach.

The mysterious “bad man” basically just admitted to stalking you with a straight face and eye contact so intense, so intimidating that you felt helpless. Your eyes slowly darted around the room, though it didn’t last long before his left hard went from behind the couch to rather harshly grabbing your chin to keep your eyes in him.

“No touching. . .” you said, voice barely above a whisper, though he didn’t listen this time. “What makes you think I won’t benefit you more than those old fucks out there?” his eyes slightly narrowing at you when you didn’t answer, at a complete loss for words.

“One of my men overheard you making a deal with someone. What was it?” he asked, almost demanding an answer. You were so used to men being submissive towards you, falling to their knees just to kiss the tip of your feet that this guy’s dominant demeanor had your cunt dripping and pulsating from his words alone.

“Thirty-Five—” “That’s it?” He laughed loudly, that arrogant smirk coming right back when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him, your chest against his. “I’ll give you three times that plus a tip if you quit acting like you abide by the rules and give me the ten thousand dollar dance I paid for.” he said, his voice now low with a hand rubbing up and down your bare back. Over a hundred grand without you having to get naked?

“Impossible,” you voiced exactly what you were thinking, frowning at the man before you. Though he didn’t say anything, instead directing your attention over to a black bag residing underneath the black wooden coffee table. “Mind if I see for myself?” you turned back to him, still in disbelief, but he just moved his arms back behind the couch, bouncing his right leg and your body along with it.

“Seriously? Show me some credit,” he scoffed, “dance for me. just one song and you can take the bag and go.” Really? That easy? To say you were skeptical would be an understatement, but still you stood up, flipped through to CD options for the vinyl, chose a sensual five minute song, and took a seat back on his lap.

With your hands back on his shoulders, you whined your body against him to the rhythm of the song, your hips grinding back and forth against his lap as your hands explored each hard bump on his strong chest and abs. He smirked, pulling another cigar from his pants pocket, placing it between his teeth, and lighting it before you.

With his lighter put away again, his hands went to grab your hips once your hands went behind you to hold onto his knees. He guided you in his hands, the friction of your clothed sexes bumping against one another causing him to occasionally grunt and grip you tighter while you bit down on your bottom lips.

“You’re so good at that, Ma. . .” he whispered, his eyes on your body against his. You didn’t verbally acknowledge his praise, but he knew it did something to you when you started showing off your best moves and touching him more than before. When his hands moved down to your ass, you pulled yourself up.

Your arms were now hanging behind him over the couch, your knees digging into the soft cushion when you lifted yourself up every now again to press your body against him. One of his strong arms wrapped around your figure to keep you pressed against while he kept a free hand squeezing your ass to which you gasped.

You stared down at him, lips parted and eyes darting around his face to take in each of his features—his chiseled jawline, his low, dark red eyes that continued to intimidate you, smoke blowing from his nose when he took one final hit before sitting it down for a minute, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips forming a straight line as he studied you up close. His many dark tattoos, each lined and shaped with intent adorning his face made you wonder if he had any underneath his expensive suit.

Your heart continued to race and he could tell you were nervous from the way you absentmindedly nibbled on your lip. Though to be far, he put you in a trance much like how you did to the rest of the club with your shows. Something about him made you want to know everything there was to know about him. Where did he get his money from? What do the lines and symbols his tattoos create mean? Why does he have men at his every beck and call? Why did he watch you, call you specifically? What was his name?

“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were stunned by the suddenness of his question. Why does he care? As curious as you were about him, it was also clear he was a dangerous man so anything he knew about you needed to be minimalized. “Scarlet.”

“That’s your stripper name.” “I know.” “Why can’t you tell me your real name?” “You don’t seem like the type of guy I should entangle myself with.” “I’m not, but that didn’t stop you from coming in here did it?” “You threatened my boss.” He laughed at this, shrugging in response.

“And yet you probably want to know more about me, don’t you?” he asked and this time you shrugged in response. “Touché,” he smirked at you, grabbing his still lit cigar from the ashtray beside you, placing it between his lips and letting the smoke fill his lungs. He then placed it back down on the ashtray and harshly slapped your ass after.

He let out a satisfied hum when you gasped and smirked at you for the nth time that night, his pearly white teeth flashing at you. “Next time, it’ll be Sukuna requesting you and I expect you to come faster,” he said, his voice low, smoke blowing in your face with each word.

“LIKE A DRUGGIE, LIKE I TOLD YOU. . . YAYO, YEAH YOU, YAYO.”

a/n: i hope you guys like this first chapter because after tumblr kicked me out mid reread, i gave up proofreading😁! — ♱. erotica

[tapuhauko]

"Aura...?" Hau repeats the word, letting it sit in the air as he thinks for a moment. It sounded really familiar. Also made sense. They had sensed something different about Satoshi, but they would have never figured this out on their own. But more importantly, as they continue listening to the other, they realize their situations are rather similar.

"There was no teacher for me either. Not in the beginning, at least. I do have people helping me out now, but... As far as I know, I'm one of the only current people with a Tapu Blessing like this. I have people to guide me, but it remains lots of trial and error."

"...I had no choice but to figure it out from the start, though. If I hadn't gained control over most stuff by now, I'd be a danger to others. These powers started off weak, but now? I can feel them increasing in strength even after a year." Hibi floats over to watch the two other Pokémon duke it out, sparkles in his eyes as he cheers them both on. "It was... scary. Lonely. The first two months I spent locked in my room pretty much, 'cause mom and gramps were scared, and so was I. Gramps was worried I'd be a target if the secret got out. I accidentally zapped my mom when she hugged me by surprise, and I hurt her... Now I look back on it, it makes sense, 'cause she startled me and emotions do still play a role here, but at the time I had no idea what was happening. I went from almost dying at the hands of a beloved deity, to gaining these new powers, and they just... I had no control at all. Was hurting myself and others left and right, blew up appliances, spent all my money on a rubber suit at one point just so I could hug people again... ...Of course I snuck out after a bit. Got way too antsy being cooped up with all this new energy. I think that was the turning point. I started telling friends, trusting them with this secret. The group I trusted just kinda grew from there." Sometimes for the worst, but... He's not going into that right now.

"I've actually studied different Electric-types in the wild at first, still do sometimes. Of course I added Fairy-types to the list now too, that part of the powers just started developing later." They pull out the Zapdos feather necklace they got from Red from inside of their shirt. "I had somewhat of a Pokémon mentor, for a tiny bit. Actual made me realize that being a Monster is not a bad thing at all. But other than that, it's been friends or family, sometimes found, of mine who happen to be strong trainers." He feels the static electricity tickle his fingers as he smooths out the feather. "Nothing wrong with that, of course... But asking Tapu Koko... Maybe? I... I think I'd like that, yeah. I just hope it won't resent me too much for, well. Being a stubborn kid, and hating it for blessing me at first."

❛ mm, some of that could just be deity things ; i've had more than a few gods project junk into my head, usually just messages calling for me, informing of trouble. but i get what you mean ... ❜ not quite the same, perhaps, but there was no written record about the bond phenomenon beyond outsiders' perspectives on it, from what satoshi could tell, so a lot of training with gekkouga was always intuitive, a lot of trial & error. the challenge was interesting, but there was undeniable frustration at not knowing where to start a lot of the time.

similarly with his wave guidance ... there's still so much he doesn't know, & the one person he knows to ask about wave guardians he has no idea how to find, so ... intuition it's been again. ... hm.

❛ i ... found out i could tap into aura a couple of years ago, but i never really had anyone to figure it out with until me & lucario found each other ... well, i suppose i did, at a few points, but it's pretty recent i've actually wanted to figure anything out, & it's still not something i even think to bring up. ❜ a shrug.

he looks back at lucario for a moment, nudges pikachu with a questioning side - glance, a wordless conversation that ends in the mouse pokémon jumping from satoshi's shoulder to lucario's, a pika by its ear before it leaps off & sets itself into a battle - ready position a little further away. break's over.

❛ i've raised a couple of pokémon that had no handle on their abilities at the start ; maybe that's a little bit similar. pokémon often help other pokémon train their moves & understand their abilities better, especially after evolution ... ❜ he watches as a bone rush collides with an iron tail, both pokémon pushing the other back with equal force. ❛ i feel like they can do the same for those of us who are like inexperienced pokémon to them. that's the closest i can think of to a guide, anyway.

❛ maybe once you've proven yourself to tapu koko, you can ask it to train you. lele & bulu both helped my pokémon train before i'd even finished their kahunas' trials ; i figure koko should be easy for its kahuna to convince into training. especially after it's had its butt kicked. ❜

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

August och Sara

Thinking about August again. Thinking about his difference in relationships. Thinking about how he treated Felice vs how he treated Sara.

I think August was — is — genuinely in love with Sara. Like head over heels, the way Wille loves Simon, in love with Sara. It’s even more obvious when you think about how he treats her vs how he treated Felice in season one.

In season one, he says he’s going to marry Felice, but really he means he’s going to sleep with Felice. He tells Erik it’s better to get them when they’re “too insecure to object.” He had no intention of anything serious with Felice. He says he wants to take her on a date. He mentions flying her to a Michelin Star Restaurant, but only after she mentions how the only thing around is the lowly pizza place in Bjärstad. During sex he focused on his own pleasure. He told her not to closer her eyes. He didn’t want to be intimate with her (the position they’re in literally prevents any eye contact). He was using her. Every scene with Felice was impersonal at best. When they took their “relationship” public, he didn’t act much differently. He just walked her over to her friends (notice they didn’t talk about it with his friends) and then he moved on. He kissed her best friend to get back at her for being friends with Wilhelm. When they broke up, he was mostly upset that he was publicly called out. It wasn’t about Felice or losing her.

Now with Sara… Jesus Christ with Sara.

He talks about not just marrying Sara, but making her Queen. And he means it. He has every intention of being serious with Sara and staying serious with Sara. He wants to bring her to the ball. He sets up candles in his room for her with champagne. He waits patiently and plans to take her to the dance, not just see her there or meet her there or take her home after. He wants to do the whole thing. The whole song and dance of taking her as his date. The first time they have sex he immediately makes it about her and she cuts him off and says to stay up with her. He tries to make it about her pleasure and she stops him. In fact, the first time they have sex, he just invited her over to talk. He literally had no intention of sleeping with her. There are many many moments of them lying in bed together and being intimate. He lets her sleep late in his bed. He actively makes sure she gets enough sleep, but also makes sure she has the privacy she wants when she leaves. When she shows up at his door upset he comforts her. He does it in the hallway where anyone can see and he doesn’t care. He wants to be public with Sara (ie the dance invite). When it all goes tits up, he doesn’t break about Sara. She has to be the one that confesses because he won’t do that to her. He literally would have taken the bullet to make sure her friends and family didn’t find out what she did.

But the most damning piece of evidence I have for August being in love with Sara is the fact that he bought that damn horse.

You wanna know how he paid for that horse?

He sold art from his inheritance. He sold a painting. Something that he could get rid of quickly and make money quickly so he could buy that stupid horse that Sara loves so much.

In season one August cannot pay his tuition. His mother tells him to sell a painting because it will pay his tuition “a hundred times over.” Do you know what his response was in that moment?

“I would rather die.”

In season one he would rather die than sell that painting.

August is equating Sara’s unhappiness with death. Literal death.

He could not care less about her imperfections. He does not care that she blew him off a few times. He does not care that she shows up in his room smelling like a horse. He does not care that she’s blunt. He does not care that she’s autistic or has ADHD (which notice he never once took advantage of to fuel his drug habits). He does not care that she’s Simon’s sister. He does not care that, had he one day actually made her a queen, he would have difficulties with introducing her to royalty and the royal life. August does not care.

The only thing he cares about is her.

I’m distraught over this.

[fan-fantasies]

Falling into Place

A/N: thank you so much to everyone reading my Eddie pieces and for requesting a second part! Not gonna lie, my mental health is taking a dip at the moment so please bear with me if I’m absent a little bit going forward. As always, please reblog and comment 😊

Part two of “We Aren’t Friends.”

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

You handed in your project to your teacher the next day, having stayed up all night finishing it. You actually finished it not too long after Eddie left but you weren’t able to fall asleep so you just kept trying to touch it up.

“And Eddie actually helped you?” The teacher asked, rightfully suspicious of the two time senior.

“Yeah, we met up every day actually to work on it. He was a big help.” Not a complete lie.

“I’ll have the grade back to you by the end of the week then. Good job, (Y/N).” You just simply smiled and went back to your seat.

Eddie walked in only moments later and his eyes found yours out of habit. You quickly looked away, fidgeting with the pencil on your notebook. You didn’t noticed how the boy sighed and trudged to his seat not far from your own. You thought he might say something to you and you were disappointed when he didn’t.

You swore the class would never end. You could feel Eddie’s stare burning a hole into the back of your head, but you refused to turn around and acknowledge him. Pretend like the other didn’t exist, that’s what you had said.

But maybe you were regretting it. You wanted to talk to your fluffy haired friend, but you weren’t friends anymore, we’re you? Not thanks to you.

After an excruciating hour, the bell finally rang. You grabbed your things and sprinted out of the room before everyone else. You knew people were staring at you but you didn’t care.

Lunch was the period you were dreading most. Eddie usually put on a little performance or speech and you didn’t want to watch today. You decided to take solace in your car, picking apart your food that you weren’t really hungry for.

You happened to look out your window and saw Chrissy heading back into the school. You didn’t think she drove so you were curious. You looked to where she was heading from and saw Eddie hopping out of his van. You rolled your eyes- of course, had to sneak away for a quickie during school.

He took a minute before heading back to school grounds, looking across the lot. His eyes locked with yours and he instantly froze. You shook your head and looked away, putting your lunch back in your bag. Against your better judgement, you turned on the ignition and drove off. You had never skipped school before but it was much needed.

The rest of the week you managed to avoid Eddie fairly well. You only saw him in class, and occasionally in the halls, choosing to eat your lunch in the library. Things were getting a little easier for you day by day, but the same couldn’t be said for Eddie.

He was mad, mostly at himself. He was mad that he blew you off in the lunch room that day but he was even more angry at the fact that he let himself feel hope- hope that he had made a new friend and hope that there may be something more there. But with the way you cut him off, he knew he was entirely wrong.

“Dude, you have to stop sulking!” Dustin whined before their campaign was set to begin. “She’s just a girl.”

“How would you feel if Suzie broke up with you?” Eddie asked, annoyed with the freshman.

“But she didn’t break up with you. You weren’t even dating,” Lucas told him.

“I do not need to be lectured by freshman right now!” Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair. The younger boys shut up, but not before mumbling something about Eddie being whipped and royally fucking up.

Eddie even complained to Chrissy about it- telling her they had to be more careful about meeting up because it upset you. They decided it would be best if he would just leave her purchase somewhere for her to grab, her doing the same with his money. She didn’t want to be seen either, her little problem needing to stay a secret.

That Friday, you were counting down the minutes until you got to leave for the weekend. You were hoping everything would go off without a hitch but it was never that simple.

“(Y/N), Eddie, I need to see you after class.” You finally dared to look at Eddie for the first time that week. He was already staring at you and gave you a sad smile. You turned back around with a sigh. The minutes ticked by as your anxiety rose more and more. Once the bell rang, you found yourself standing in front of your teacher, next to Eddie, close enough to almost touch.

“I just wanted to tell the two of you how fantastic your project was. And Eddie, (Y/N) assured me that you helped out and I’m very proud of you. You two make a great pair,” she said. You did your best to muster up a fake smile but Eddie seemed genuinely pleased. “Alright, off to your next class.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said quietly. You left the room quickly, but Eddie’s long strides were no match for you.

“Can you please wait?” He asked, grabbing your hand to stop you.

“I don’t have time, Eddie. I have to get to class,” you protested.

“Considering you skipped the whole second half of the day earlier this week, I think you can handle being a few minutes late.”

“Oh fuck off, that was a one time thing,” you scoffed.

“Like us?” He asked.

“What do you mean ‘like us’?”

“Like, was our friendship just a one time thing? Because I really don’t want it to be. I miss you,” he almost whispered. He fiddled with his rings nervously waiting for you to respond.

“I miss you too,” you admitted for the first time openly. He looked up with a hopeful smile. “But that doesn’t change anything. I’m sorry.”

You ran to the bathroom before he could say anything else. You had convinced yourself you were too different to be real friends and your feelings may have scared you a little bit. A noise in the stall behind you scared you even more though, causing you to jump.

“Oh hey, (Y/N), right?” Chrissy asked. Of course she’d be in there.

“Chrissy.” You gave a curt nod and decided it would be best to find somewhere else to hide. As you made a beeline for the door, her voice stopped you.

“I’m not involved with Eddie!” She said quickly. You turned around, shocked.

“Excuse me?”

“I just wanted you to know, he and I are strictly business. But don’t tell anyone!”

“Um sure?” You were confused why she even cared.

“It’s just… he’s been miserable lately and he kinda told me you were upset because you thought he and I were a thing. He’s a good guy and he deserves to be happy. And so do you.” You never expected those words to come from her mouth.

“Well thanks, I guess.” She smiled at you softly before exiting the bathroom ahead of you. You sat there for a minute to gather your thoughts.

Did this really change anything? He still blew you off in the lunch room and for a drug deal. You were acquaintances and nothing more. But you felt more. And maybe so did he. There was only one way to find out. Ask him.

But you weren’t up for that. Not yet. You needed to take the weekend to process everything and make a decision. You just had to make it through the rest of the day.

You decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, needing the noise of the crowd to drown your thoughts. Eddie was perched at the head of his club’s table and he stopped talking the minute he saw you come in. His friends followed his gaze and just sighed, wishing for the misery to end.

You sat with your usual group, most of whom were busy studying for exams. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Eddie. He kept looking at you as well and it made you nervous. You began to play with your bottom lip, chewing on your nails every now and again.

“She looks like she wants to say something to me, right?” Eddie asked no one in particular.

“Pretty sure if she wanted to talk to you she would,” Mike said. Eddie glared at him. “You asked!”

“Why does she keep staring at me then?” The guys looked at each other and started to snicker and laugh. “Okay don’t answer that. Assholes.”

He suddenly got tense, seeing you rise from your seat. You walked toward him, eyes locked on his. His heart began to race and he wiped his sweaty palms on his ripped jeans.

Just as he thought you were about to stop and talk to him, you just walked right past. You were close enough that he could smell your sweet shampoo and perfume. He had teased you once about smelling too girly but secretly he loved it, especially when it would linger on his jacket after you borrowed it in the chilly library a few times.

“Ouch, that was harsh,” Dustin mumbled. Eddie watched as you exited the cafeteria, just before the bell rang.

You had every intention of going up to Eddie and talking to him. Just to say hi even. But as you got closer, you were worried he would shrug you off again and you couldn’t deal with that. You’d have to muster up the courage to talk to him some other time.

The rest of the day flew by and you wanted nothing more than to race home and lock the door to the world for a few days. You practically ran to your car but stopped when you noticed a piece of paper on your windshield. You carefully grabbed it and opened it up. Inside the words “tomorrow night?” were sloppily written.

You checked the backside and the front again to make sure there was no other message. Tomorrow night what? It made no sense.

You looked around and, upon seeing no one, shoved the paper in your bag and got in your car. Maybe someone placed it there by mistake or it was a really bad joke. Or maybe someone was going to murder you the following evening. No one could know for sure.

You weren’t particularly worried and your parents were gone for the weekend so you had the house to yourself to relax and do whatever you wanted. And all you wanted to do was relax, listen to some music, and watch your favorite movies.

So when the next night rolled around, you had completely forgotten about the weird note on your car. You snuggled into bed somewhat early, curling up with your most recent choice of novel. You were lost in your fantasy world when you heard a soft tapping. You ignored it until it got louder.

Your book was tossed across the room as you screamed, seeing a face peering in from your window. He looked apologetic, and motioned for you to open up.

“I do have a front door, you know!” You yelled as Eddie climbed into your room.

“Didn’t you get my note?” He asked.

“That was you? How was I supposed to know that meant you’d be trying to break into my house!” He looked terribly confused.

“It should have said ‘I’ll be at your window tomorrow night at 8.’ Did it not?” He asked.

“Uh no. Did you not write your own note?”

“I’m gonna kill him. I may have been running short on time so I asked Henderson to write it and stick it on your car which was apparently a mistake,” he sighed. Both of you stood in an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say.

“Soooo what’s the reason you’re stalking me again?” You finally asked. He let out a snort.

“I guess I kinda am, huh?” He laughed. “I just really miss you.”

“Maybe we’ll get paired up on another project before we graduate. She seemed to like how we worked together,” you suggested.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I really thought we were friends,” he said.

“I thought so too until I was blown off twice in one day. And Chrissy already told me you two aren’t involved, so save me that speech. Not like I’d care,” you scoffed, trying to play it off like you weren’t jealous.

“She did? Well it’s true, she’s just a client. And I regret blowing you off in the cafeteria. It was a mistake. I just wanted to protect you,” he said.

“Protect me from what?”

“The crooked stares. The bullying. The judgement for being friends with the freak.” You sighed and sat on your bed, patting the spot next to you which he gladly took.

“You’re not a freak. It was my decision in the first place to be seen with you. I don’t give a shit what anyone has to say about you and besides, we graduate in a few months anyway. They’ll go on to lead incredibly mediocre lives and you’ll be some rockstar somewhere.”

A huge smile broke out over Eddie’s face and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“I also may have over-reacted a bit. It’s just- it would be easier if we went back to pretending like the other doesn’t exist.”

“I’ve always known you existed,” he mumbled.

“No, I know-”

“No, you don’t.” He played with his rings nervously as you waited for him to explain. “I may have asked for you to be my partner on this project. The teacher came to me and asked who I thought could actually help me and I chose you.”

“That’s very nice, Eddie. Thank you for thinking I’m smart.” He reached over slowly and grabbed your hand. When you didn’t pull away, he continued.

“It’s not just because you’re smart. You’re gorgeous and likable. You’re soft and sweet. You’re everything I’m not and I thought the only way I’d ever get to talk to you was if we absolutely had to. So I may have let my little crush help sway my decision,” he admitted. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you didn’t know what to say. With every passing second, Eddie regretted what he said more and more.

“I’ve always admired you.”

“Why?” He didn’t believe that he was admirable at all.

“Because you’re so confident and loud. You’re hilarious and don’t take anyone’s shit. You’re everything I’m not,” you said with a smile.

“I’m not as confident as you think. Didn’t even have the balls to ask out the girl I like,” he chuckled.

“Why not give it a try?” You asked quietly. You bit your lip and looked up at him. His grip on your hand tightened and he took a deep breath.

“Would you maybe want to go out with me?”

“I would love to,” you answered. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say about it.”

Eddie jumped off of your bed and did a dance around your room. You just smiled and shook your head at him.

“Just one request!” He stopped dancing and looked at you. “Please just use the front door from now on.”

He practically pounced on you, pushing you back onto the bed. He peppered your face with kisses through your giggles.

“Now what’s the fun in that, princess?” He placed a sweet kiss on your lips and it felt like everything was falling into place.

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