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Ch.3

The automatic doors of the hospital hissed open, releasing a wave of antiseptic air that usually signaled the start of Evren's eventful day. Today, however, a knot of unease tightened in her chest as she swiped her badge and headed towards the familiar bustle of the nurses' station.

"Morning, sis," Zahria chirped, already immersed in charting but glancing up with a warm smile. "Ready for another day of saving lives?"

Evren managed a weak smile in return, the earlier anticipation for her work already beginning to fray. "Morning. Hopefully, it'll be more saving lives and less getting harassed by Dr. Rhodes."

"Don't count on it," Zahria chuckled knowingly. "He looked like a thundercloud brewing when you left the other day."

"Tell me about it," Evren sighed, her gaze drifting towards the posted surgical schedule. It was routine to check her assignments first thing. Her eyes scanned the list, finally landing on her name next to a complex laparoscopic cholecystectomy she'd been prepping for all week. A small surge of professional satisfaction flickered, only to be extinguished as she noticed another name scrawled over hers: Martinez, P.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She reread the schedule, double-checking the date and the patient's name. It was the same surgery. Why had she been taken off?

"Something wrong?" Zahria noticed Evren's perplexed expression.

"I was supposed to be on this cholecystectomy," Evren said, pointing to the schedule. "I prepped the patient yesterday and everything."

Zahria leaned closer, her own brow creasing. "Really? I didn't hear anything about a change in staffing." She glanced around the busy station. "You think Rhodes did this?"

But Evren's gut churned with a unsettling feeling. This wasn't a typical last-minute shuffle. It felt pointed. She remembered Dr. Rhodes's forced smile and the dismissive tone he'd adopted after she'd rejected his dinner invitation. A cold realization began to dawn.

"I'm going to check the assignment board in the OR," Evren said, a newfound resolve hardening her voice. She needed to know what was going on. As she walked away, Zahria's concerned gaze followed her, a silent acknowledgment of the brewing storm. The familiar energy of the hospital now felt charged with a subtle, personal antagonism, casting a shadow over the start of Evren's day.

The sterile, cool air of the OR floor offered no comfort as Evren scanned the assignment board. Just as at the nurses' station, her name was conspicuously absent from the cholecystectomy list, replaced by Pamela Martinez. A knot of frustration tightened in her chest. This wasn't a mistake; it was deliberate.

She found Dr. Rhodes in the doctors' lounge, leaning against the counter, a half-empty mug of coffee in his hand and a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he scrolled through his phone.

"Dr. Rhodes," Evren began, her voice carefully neutral despite the simmering anger within her.

He looked up, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Oh, Evren. Good morning. Something I can help you with?" His tone was overly casual, a subtle power play.

"Yes. I noticed I was taken off the schedule for the laparoscopic cholecystectomy today," She subtly raised her eyebrow "I was under the impression I'd be assisting."

Dr. Rhodes took a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze drifting away for a moment before returning to her, feigning nonchalance. "Ah, yes. There was a slight change in staffing. Melanie needed the experience."

"But I've been prepping for this case all week," Evren pointed out, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. "I reviewed the patient's history, gathered the necessary equipment..."

He waved a dismissive hand. "Of course, Evren, and I appreciate your initiative. But sometimes, these things happen. We need to be flexible in a dynamic environment like the OR."

His explanation felt flimsy, a transparent excuse. "And what will I be doing instead?" she pressed.

He finally met her eyes, and the subtle shift in his expression confirmed her suspicions. There was a glint of something akin to triumph in his gaze. "Well, we need someone to meticulously review the post-operative charts in the ICU. The lab is backed up, so your assistance with morning blood draws would be invaluable. Efficient patient care is paramount, after all." 

Evren stared at him, a wave of disbelief washing over her. Chart reviews and blood draws were tasks typically assigned to new nurses or those with less experience in the OR. It was a clear demotion, a pointed message.

"With all due respect, Dr. Rhodes," she said, her voice now edged with a steeliness he couldn't ignore, "those tasks are well below my current responsibilities and skill level."

He chuckled softly, a condescending sound that grated on her nerves. "Nonsense, Evren. Every task is important in patient care. It's about being a team player, wouldn't you agree? Besides," he added, his gaze lingering on her a moment too long, "it's a good opportunity to... broaden your horizons."

The thinly veiled insinuation hung in the air. He was making it clear that her refusal had consequences, and he was enjoying wielding his authority.

Evren clenched her fists subtly at her sides. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her anger. She turned to leave, the weight of his petty retaliation settling heavily on her shoulders. 

As she walked away, she could feel his gaze on her back, a silent, arrogant smirk that fueled her resolve to document every single instance of his unprofessional behavior. This wasn't just about a surgery anymore; it was about respect and her professional integrity.

~Later That Day~

The discourse of the hospital cafeteria was a familiar lunchtime hum, a mix of clattering trays, muffled conversations, and the insistent beeping of a nearby microwave. Evren sat across from Zahria and Kim, the lukewarm pasta salad on her tray largely untouched. She'd recounted the morning's events, the dismissive conversation with Dr. Rhodes replaying in her mind like a broken record.

Zahria's usual bright demeanor was clouded with indignation. "That entitled-I can't believe he actually said that! Taking you off a surgery you were prepped for just because you won't go out with him."

Kim, a petite woman with a no-nonsense attitude honed by years of navigating the hospital's social and professional landscape as Dr. Orton's wife, listened intently, her brow furrowed. "He specifically told you to do charts and blood draws?"

Evren nodded, picking at a piece of lettuce. "Word for word. Said it was about being a 'team player' and 'broadening my horizons' The condescension was dripping off him."

"Oh, I've seen that charming side of Cody before," Kim said, a hint of steel in her voice. "Randy's had a few run-ins with him over the years. His daddy poured a lot of money into this hospital. He's got a Napoleon complex the size of Texas."

"It's just so frustrating," Evren sighed, finally putting her fork down. "I feel like he's deliberately trying to make me feel incompetent. And it's working, a little. I keep second-guessing myself."

Zahria reached across the table and squeezed Evren's hand. "Don't let him get to you, girl. You're one of the best nurses in the OR. Everyone knows it. This is just him throwing a tantrum because you wouldn't go to dinner with his creepy ass."

"But what do I do?" Evren asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. "If I go to HR, it'll be my word against his. He's been here longer, he's a surgeon, his dad donated millions.. they'll take his side."

Kim leaned forward, placing a hand on one of Evren's, her expression serious. "That's what he wants you to think. But you're not powerless here, Evren. Zahria's right, you need to document everything. Every task he assigns that's below your level, every condescending remark, the dates and times. Build a solid record."

"And talk to other nurses," Zahria added. "Has he pulled this kind of crap with anyone else?"

Evren thought for a moment. "I've heard whispers... a few of the younger nurses have mentioned feeling uncomfortable with his attention, but no one's ever filed a formal complaint."

Kim nodded. "That's often the case. People are afraid of retaliation. But if you have a solid record, and if others are willing to corroborate... it strengthens your case significantly."

"Randy always says, 'Sunlight is the best disinfectant,'" Kim continued. "The more you bring it out into the open, the harder it is for people like him to operate in the shadows. And honestly, Evren, what he's doing isn't just unprofessional, it could be bordering on harassment."

Evren felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. She wasn't alone in this. "So, you think I should really consider going to HR?"

Kim exchanged a look with Zahria. "At the very least, get your ducks in a row. Document everything. Talk to HR and see what their procedures are. You don't have to file a formal complaint immediately, but knowing your options is important. Don't let him bully you into silence."

Zahria chimed in, her usual fiery spirit returning. "Yeah, screw that guy. We got your back, Evren. You're not going through this alone."

A small, genuine smile finally touched Evren's lips. Knowing she had the support of her friends made the daunting prospect of confronting Dr. Rhodes a little less terrifying. The untouched pasta salad still sat before her, but the knot of anxiety in her stomach had loosened slightly, replaced by a burgeoning sense of resolve.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway seemed to hum a weary tune, mirroring Evren's exhaustion. She swiped her badge, the green light a small victory signaling the end of a frustrating day. Just as she was about to push through the automatic doors leading to the outside, a familiar voice drawled from behind her.

"Leaving so soon, Evren? I thought you were enjoying your... varied tasks today."

Dr. Rhodes leaned against the wall, a smug look on his face, Icy blue eyes staring at her, clearly fishing for a reaction.

Evren turned, meeting his gaze with a stoic expression. She refused to let him see the turmoil his actions had caused. "Dr. Rhodes." Her tone was flat, devoid of any emotion he could latch onto.

His smile tightened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features at her lack of reaction. "Such dedication to the mundane. It's admirable." He paused, waiting for her to rise to the bait.

Evren simply nodded curtly. "Night, Dr. Rhodes." She turned again and walked towards the exit, leaving him standing there, his attempt at provocation falling flat.

Outside, the cooler evening air was a welcome change. Zahria was waiting near the doors, scrolling through her phone.

"Hey, you good?" Zahria said, looking up with a smile. 

Evren let out a long breath. "You have no idea. But at least it's over."

"Did he say anything else to you?" Zahria tilted her head, her eyes full of concern.

Evren nodded grimly. "Oh yeah, just now but I didn't give him a reaction. The man is unbelievably petty."

Zahria's jaw tightened. "I swear, one of these days..."

Evren chuckled humorlessly. "Save your energy. Y'all gave me some good advice at lunch. I'm going to start documenting everything."

"Good," Zahria clapped her on the shoulder. "you got this"

They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments towards the parking lot.

"Well," Zahria said, stopping at her car, "I'm heading this way. You good to drive home?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired."

"Alright. Text me later, let me know how you're doing. And if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate."

"Thanks, sis. I will." Evren gave her a small hug before heading to her own car.

The aroma of sesame chicken and fried rice filled Evren's cozy room. Curled up in bed in an oversized shirt, the remnants of her takeout containers on the nightstand, she finally felt a semblance of relaxation. Her phone buzzed with a new message.

From: Fatu, Joshua #1759 How was your day, ma? Hope it was better than mine 

Evren hesitated for a moment before typing her reply, deciding to confide in him.

To: Fatu, Joshua #1759 It was frustrating. My work was made unnecessarily difficult by someone being petty and vindictive. Thank God I am off for a couple days

A few minutes later, his reply came.

From: Fatu, Joshua #1759 Damn, I'm sorry to hear that ma. You wanna talk about it? 

Evren took a deep breath and began to type, the words flowing more easily than she expected. She recounted the events of her day, Dr. Rhodes's behavior, and her feelings of being undermined. When she finished, she simply sent it, a sense of vulnerability washing over her.

The reply came quickly, and it was different from his usual straightforward tone.

From: Fatu, Joshua #1759 That's fucked up. You don't deserve to be treated like that. It says a lot more about him than it does about you. Remember that. You're strong and you're good at what you do. Don't let some insecure mf dim your light. If I was there, I'd- never mind we not even gon' get into that. Just know say the word and I got you.

Evren read his words again, a warmth spreading through her chest. It wasn't just the sympathy, but the underlying protectiveness in his message. This glimpse of a softer, more caring side of Jey was unexpected and surprisingly comforting. Despite the physical distance and the circumstances of their connection, a genuine sense of understanding seemed to be forming between them. She typed a simple thank you, wishing him a good night. Turning off her phone, a small smile gracing her lips as she drifted off to sleep.

The stale air of the prison phone bank buzzed with the murmur of hushed conversations. Jey gripped the receiver, the plastic warm against his ear as he waited for his call to connect. When Jimmy finally answered, his voice was a familiar, slightly chaotic sound on the other end.

"Yo, what up, uce? Figured you were gonna call. Everything good on yo' end?" Jimmy's usual playful tone was present, though Jey could detect a subtle undercurrent he couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, same old shit. Just checkin' in on things your way," Jey replied, keeping his voice low, aware of the guards patrolling nearby.

"Things goin' as they should," Jimmy said vaguely. "You know how it goes."

Jey let out a dry chuckle. "Tell me bout it. Anything I need to know about?" He kept his tone casual, fishing for information without being explicit.

There was a brief pause on the other end. "Nah, man. Just the usual headaches. You know how it is with everything. What you been up to?"

Jey nodded, even though Jimmy couldn't see him. He decided to tread carefully. "Right, right. I been keepin' busy with writin' and stuff."

Jimmy's tone immediately shifted, a playful teasing entering his voice. "Oh yeah? Writin', huh? Last time you were 'writin',' you were penning angry letters to that ref who called that bogus foul in our high school game."

Jey rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself. "Nah, man, it's not like that. Just connectin' with someone, you know?"

"Connectin' with someone?" Jimmy repeated, drawing out the words with exaggerated curiosity. "Since when did my antisocial twin brother start 'connectin' with people'? You finally join one of those prison book clubs?"

"Nah, nothing like that," Jey said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just somebody."

"Ooh, I see you uce!" Jimmy exclaimed, practically singing the word. "Well, well, well. Look at you, Jey-bird, making friends. Does this 'someone' got a name? Or are they just a figment of that lonely incarcerated imagination of yours?"

Jey sighed. "Man, quit playin'. It's just someone I'm writin' to. That's all." He wasn't ready to admit, even to Jimmy, the strange pull he felt towards Evren. "Just a friend."

Jimmy snorted. "A 'friend' you're suddenly talkin' all mysterious about? Come on, twin. Spill it. You finally found yourself a pen pal? Someone to keep your spirits up in the concrete jungle?"

Jey hesitated. "Somethin' like that." He shifted the phone to his other ear. "Look, man, that ain't really what I called about." He needed to change the subject. "There's somethin' I need you to do for me."

The playful tone in Jimmy's voice immediately faded, replaced by a note of seriousness. "What's up? What do you need?"

Jey paused again, glancing around the phone bank before lowering his voice even further. "I need you to do somethin' for me. Discreetly. No one else can know about this, you hear me?"

"I gotcha uce. What do you need me to do?" His voice laced with a bit of concern.

Jey took a deep breath, the weight of his request settling in his chest. "There's this girl... her name is Evren. She works at Atlanta Central"

Jey explained what he needed from him. Jimmy didn't hesitate. Reassuring his twin that he'll do what he asks of him. 

The call ended, leaving Jey standing in the noisy phone bank, the weight of his request heavy in the silence that followed. He had just pulled his twin brother, his connection to the outside, into this unexpected corner of his life. Feeling confident in his brother he made his way back to his cell as they started lock down for the night. 

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it's so romantic in paris

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando surprises Amelie with an impromptu visit to Paris after his P3 finish at Silverstone.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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July 8th, 2024 - Paris, France

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landonorris: Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time ����

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ameliedayman: FIRTS

ameliedayman: Watching you drive makes me want to break speed limits, babe. 🏎️🔥❤️ → landonorris: @ameliedayman Careful, love; I might have to pull you over myself. 😏

haterslayer99: “We’ll do better next time” = We love a humble king. 🧡🔥 → landofan88: @haterslayer99 It’s the confidence for me. Next time, he’s taking the win.

speedyboy69: Imagine being third on track but first in Amelie’s heart. ❤️🏁 → landonorris: @speedyboy69 Priorities. 😉

mclarengossip: Silverstone fans = iconic. Lando’s race? Mid.

hatervibes101: Third again? Yawn. → landofan84: @hatervibes101 If being consistently on the podium is boring, then stay pressed. 😂

podiumqueen: Silverstone was fire, but next year you’re getting that top step, yeah? 🏆

maxfewtrell: "We’ll do better" – translation: he’s about to sweat through another set of golf gloves over this P3. 🏌️‍♂️🤣 → landonorris: @maxfewtrell I don’t see you driving 51 laps, Max. Sit down. 😤

hamiltonnation44: Congrats on the P3, but Lewis stays the GOAT. 👑

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Lando gazed out of the jet’s window, the clouds below painted in hues of pink and gold as the sun dipped toward the horizon. His P3 finish at Silverstone lingered in his mind—a mix of pride and frustration. A podium was great, but it wasn’t the victory he had envisioned for his home race.

As the Parisian skyline came into view, he checked his phone again. Amelie’s texts from earlier flashed across the screen.

Ames💛: You did amazing, Lando. Always proud of you 💛 Ames:💛 Call me when you’re free, okay? I miss you.

He smiled softly, already imagining the look on her face when he knocked on her hotel room door. He hadn’t replied to any of her messages. He wanted her to be completely surprised.

The moment the jet touched down, Lando was in full stealth mode. His team had coordinated everything with Amelie’s, making sure she wouldn’t suspect a thing. He hopped into a black car waiting on the tarmac, the driver speeding through the streets of Paris as twilight fell over the city.

Amelie’s hotel was tucked away in a quiet, upscale part of the city, far from the chaos of the Paris Fashion Week events. She was already in her room, finishing a FaceTime call with Stella, who had been giving her advice on outfits for the shows.

—Okay, I’ll send you pictures tomorrow,— Amelie said with a laugh, blowing her sister a kiss before hanging up.

She was still in her loungewear, hair tied back loosely, and debating whether to order room service when there was a knock on the door.

Her brows furrowed. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Crossing the room, she pulled open the door—and froze.

Lando stood there, casual in a hoodie and jeans, a sheepish yet excited grin on his face.

—Hey, Ames,— he said softly, leaning against the doorframe like he hadn’t just flown across countries to see her.

Amelie’s jaw dropped. —What the actual fuck?!— she exclaimed before bursting into laughter and throwing her arms around him.

He chuckled, hugging her tightly and lifting her slightly off the ground. —Surprise,— he murmured, burying his face in her neck.

—You didn’t text me back all day! I thought you were mad or something,— she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Lando pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes bright despite the exhaustion lingering from the race. —Nah, I just wanted to see your face when I showed up.— He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie as she kissed him back, her heart racing. —You’re insane,— she whispered when they finally broke apart, her voice a mix of disbelief and affection.

—And you love it,— he teased, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

—I do,— she admitted, her cheeks flushed as she led him further into the room.

Later that evening, they strolled hand in hand along the Seine, the Eiffel Tower glittering in the distance. Lando couldn’t take his eyes off her—she was radiant in a simple dress, her laughter echoing softly as she recounted her experiences at Fashion Week.

—You should’ve seen this one guy,— Amelie said, smirking. —He was wearing a suit that looked like it was made out of aluminum foil.—

—Aluminum foil?— Lando repeated with a laugh. —Was it shiny?—

—Blinding,— she confirmed, giggling. —I almost asked him if he was trying to get signals from space.—

—You should’ve. Missed opportunity,— Lando said, squeezing her hand.

They passed a group of fans who immediately recognized them. A few shyly approached, asking for photos.

—Sorry to interrupt,— one of them said nervously.

Amelie smiled warmly. —Not at all!—

They posed for a couple of pictures, Lando wrapping an arm around Amelie’s waist in every shot. The fans thanked them profusely, their excitement evident, before leaving them to continue their walk.

As soon as they were alone again, Lando looked at her with a playful grin. —You know they’re gonna post those and say we’re too clingy, right?—

—Let them,— Amelie said, leaning into him. —It’s not like they’re wrong.—

—True,— Lando said, pulling her closer and planting a kiss on her temple.

Back at the hotel, they lounged on the bed, tangled up in each other. Amelie’s head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his stomach.

Lando hummed softly, his fingers running through Amelie’s hair as she lay against him. Her touch was warm and familiar, grounding him after the whirlwind of emotions that had followed Silverstone. He had felt like a disappointment to himself despite the cheers of the crowd, but being here, wrapped up in her, the weight on his chest started to lift.

He tilted his head down, his voice low and teasing. —You know, I’m starting to think you missed me.—

Amelie smirked, her fingers pausing briefly before resuming their gentle path. —Maybe I did. Or maybe I just like the way you smell after a long flight.—

He chuckled, the sound rumbling against her ear. —Sweat and regret?—

—No,— she murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest, just above his heart. —You smell like you. Comfort. Home.—

His smile softened, and he tightened his hold on her. —I missed you too, you know. Even though we saw each other, what, four days ago?—

—Three and a half,— she corrected with a grin. —But who’s counting?—

—I was,— he admitted, his fingers pausing their gentle strokes through her hair to tip her chin up so their eyes met. —I always do.—

Her breath hitched at the sincerity in his gaze, the city lights outside casting faint shadows across his face. She reached up, brushing her fingers along his jawline. —You’re too sweet for your own good sometimes.—

—Only for you.—

They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other, the quiet intimacy of the room amplifying the connection between them.

—You know,— Amelie said, her voice dropping slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, —you could’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve worn something a little more... enticing.—

Lando’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. —You’re wearing my hoodie. Doesn’t get much more enticing than that.—

She rolled her eyes, sitting up slightly to straddle his waist. —You’re such a sap.—

—And you love it,— he shot back, his hands finding her hips as she leaned down, her hair brushing against his cheek.

—I do,— she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

The kiss that followed was slow and unhurried, their lips moving in perfect sync as if they had all the time in the world. Lando’s hands slipped under the hoodie she wore, his fingertips skimming the soft skin of her waist. Amelie’s own hands slid up to tangle in his hair, her nails lightly scraping against his scalp and drawing a soft groan from him.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

—You’re gonna ruin me,— Lando murmured, his voice husky as he looked up at her.

Amelie smiled, her thumb brushing against his cheek. —Good. I’d hate to be the only one in this relationship who’s completely wrecked.—

Lando laughed, the sound warm and genuine, before flipping them over so she was pinned beneath him. He braced himself on his forearms, his nose brushing against hers. —Careful, Ames. I might take that as a challenge.—

Her grin widened, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. —You’re already losing.—

—Not a chance,— he countered, capturing her lips again in a kiss that was anything but innocent.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of laughter, soft whispers, and stolen kisses. Paris—the city of love—was the perfect backdrop for the kind of intimacy that Lando and Amelie shared. In her arms, Lando forgot about the podium at Silverstone, the pressure of the championship, and the weight of expectations.

Here, in this room, with the woman he loved, nothing else mattered.

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landonorris: You’re looking like a masterpiece in every pic… especially the one with me. 😏❤️ → ameliedayman: @landonorris And you’re my favorite accessory, bébé. 🖤🔥

landosthirst: Someone tell Lando to stop being so boyfriend material, I can’t take it anymore. 😭

fashiongirly88: She really ate and left no crumbs in every fit. ICON.

runwayobsessed: The fits, the vibes, the everything. You slayed. 🔥

maxfewtrell: Lando looking like he got lost on the way to a race. 🤦‍♂️ → landonorris: @maxfewtrell I’m called "versatile," look it up. 🙃

landosthirst: Someone tell Lando to stop being so boyfriend material, I can’t take it anymore. 😭

f1fanatic90: Ok but does Lando know that this is her moment? 😬 → landogirl22: @f1fanatic90 He’s letting her shine, that’s what real support looks like. 🙌

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Where to Buy Hardcopy Frozen Books: My Guide & Ratings ❄

Since I've posted my novel photoshoot and timeline guide for various books, lots of people have asked me about where I bought all my Frozen books. Some of them were bought in my local bookstore, but most of them are from online, so here's some online bookstore list that I'm using and highly recommended 💙

Before read:

- This guideline is only for hardcopy books since I’m a huge fan of hardcopy books and have only collected hardcopy books so far.  - Since I'm not from US, this guideline is a general guideline based on my experience which supports worldwide shipping (at least it's available in my country which is in Asia 😁).  - Availability may vary by country and cannot guarantee that all books will be in stock. - The ratings and comments are rated by me, so it's just for your references.

Amazon US

Website: https://www.amazon.com

Book Variety and Availability: Wide.

New or Used Book: Both. 

Shipping Fees: Very expensive. 

Shipping Tracking: Accurate.

Shipping Time: Within 2 - 3 weeks. 

Mobile App: Yes.

Overall Rating: ★★★☆☆

My Review: This was the first international online bookstore where I bought physical books. I’ve purchased quite a number of books from Amazon US. It used to be my go-to option whenever a book wasn’t available on local online bookstores, at least until I discovered a few more international online bookstores, which I’ll mention below. The biggest downside is the shipping fee, it’s very expensive, sometimes even more than the book itself.

Check out the unboxing of books from Amazon US in the video below (starting at 01:23):

Thriftbooks

Website: https://www.thriftbooks.com/

Book Variety and Availability: Wide.

New or Used Book: Used only. 

Shipping Fees: Expensive. 

Shipping Tracking: Inaccurate.

Shipping Time: Within 2-3 weeks. 

Mobile App: Yes.

Overall Rating: ★★★☆☆

My Review: I used to buy books exclusively from Amazon US until I came across this online bookstore. The shipping fee is still expensive, but more affordable compared to Amazon US. The condition descriptions for used books are fairly accurate (note: new books are only available for shipping within the US; international shipping only supports used books). The main downside is the tracking, it’s not accurate, so I never know exactly when my book will arrive. I tried reaching out to customer service but I didn’t get a reply. Also, there was no contact number printed on the package, so the postman couldn’t call me. Instead, they just dropped the book into my mailbox without informing me. I had to check my mailbox every day, which was a bit of a hassle.

Check out the unboxing of books from Thriftbooks in the video below (starting from 00:50):

Better World Books

Website: https://www.betterworldbooks.com/

Book Variety and Availability: Wide.

New or Used Book: Used only. 

Shipping Fees: Not applicable (included in the item price). 

Shipping Tracking: Accurate.

Shipping Time: Within 2-3 weeks. 

Mobile App: No.

Overall Rating: ★★★★☆

My Review: I discovered this online bookstore recently. The book prices are higher than the previous two, but that’s because shipping fees are already included. Still, the overall price is quite similar. Shipping was surprisingly fast, which I didn’t expect. I highly recommend this one.

Check out the unboxing of books from Thriftbooks in the video below (starting from 00:26):

Blackwell’s

Website: https://blackwells.co.uk/

Book Variety and Availability: Limited.

New or Used Book: Used only. 

Shipping Fees: Not applicable (included in the item price). 

Shipping Tracking: Inaccurate.

Shipping Time: At least one month. 

Mobile App: No.

Overall Rating: ★★☆☆☆

My Review: This store has fewer options than the previous three. The tracking is unreliable, and the shipping time is very slow—it took over a month for my order to arrive. I don’t recommend it.

Check out the unboxing of books from Blackwell's in the video below (starting from 01:14):

Conclusion: Rating breakdown

Note that so far, I have only bought two books from Better World Books and one book from Blackwell's, as I only discovered these bookstores in the past few months. Therefore, my experience with these stores is limited.

Book Variety (More →  Less): Thriftbooks = Amazon US -> Better World Books -> Blackwell’s Packaging Condition (Good →  Poor): Better World Books = Thriftbooks = Blackwell’s -> Amazon US Shipping Fees (Affordable →  Expensive): Better World Books = Blackwell’s -> Thriftbooks -> Amazon US Shipping Times (Fastest -> Slowest): Better World Books -> Thriftbooks = Amazon US -> Blackwell’s Shipping Tracking (Most accurate →  Least accurate): Better World Books = Amazon US -> Thriftbooks = Blackwell’s Overall Rating (Highly Recommended → Not Recommended): Better World Books -> Thriftbooks -> Amazon US -> Blackwell’s

Additionally, there’s one online bookstore that doesn’t support worldwide shipping but is highly recommended. Its availability depends on your country:

Kinokuniya

Website: Depends on your country.

Book variety and availability: Lesser.

New or used book: New. 

Shipping fees: Affordable. 

Shipping tracking: Accurate.

Shipping Times: Up to 5 days for in-stock items; 2 to 3 weeks for out-of-stock items. 

Mobile App: No.

Overall Rating: ★★★★★

My Review: This is always my first choice when it comes to buying books. The prices are the most affordable among all international bookstores I’ve used. One of the main reasons is that I get extra discounts as a member (usually 10%, sometimes 15%, and occasionally additional vouchers). I also get free shipping when I spend over a certain amount. Plus, customer service is responsive, they usually reply within a day. The shipping time is also the fastest. The only downside is that sometimes a book appears to be available and you can add it to your cart, but later customer service will inform you that it’s actually out of stock. However, don’t worry, they won’t charge you for it.

At last, if you have any experiences you'd like to share using any of these online bookstores, or if you have any recommended bookstores, feel free to leave a comment!

Thank you for reading this long guide, I hope it helps!

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[nanamineedstherapy]

Crack Extended Cut: Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage

F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader x Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento

A/N: Hello. This is not a drill. Nor is it essential to the main plot. This is the DLC side quest that unlocks when your marriage turns into a corporate hostage situation and your therapist writes war reports in scented ink. I present to you: the fic where your postpartum calendar has more kill zones than a military campaign. This oneshot contains: A tactical NanamiA feral Gojo who thinks “time” is a suggestion A reader held together by caffeine and spite And a support staff that deserves a collective raise and possibly divine intervention No plot, just vibes. No fantasy, just Gojo accusing your babies of tax fraud. Reblogs > therapy. Comments > hydration. I crave chaos like Gojo craves unregulated sugar intake. Now enter the battlefield responsibly. Tuesdays only.

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Pre-Shoot: Vogue Verification Interview Recording —Not For Public Release

Int. Briefing Room—Late night.

A silent camera blinked in the corner like it had seen things it wasn’t ready to process. This wasn’t the real interview—just a “vibe check,” according to the email. A pre-verification to confirm nobody would say anything libelous, horrifying, or Gojo-related on camera.

The staff had been summoned. Not invited. Summoned. Like spirits.

A whiteboard stood at the front of the room, bleeding unhinged red ink:

Nanami-San’s Postpartum Operations & Domestic Warfare Protocol (V.17.6.4B)

Below it:

Postpartum Infantry: Rules Of Engagement

Weapons Free = Tuesdays Only —underlined three times.

Keji stood beside it like a grim-faced ghost from a failed banking career. He flipped through a leather-bound operations manual with a pen clenched between his teeth and the eyes of a man who had held your hair back while you vomited from prenatal vitamins and regret.

Someone had left a half-eaten mochi on a legal folder. Someone else held up a single baby sock with tongs, like it was evidence from a crime scene.

“If I don’t make it out of this,” Keji muttered, “delete my browser history and feed Takahashi. Norwegian sardines only. Room temp. Sprinkled with shame.”

The door hissed open with the threat of management.

Enter: Nanami Kento.

Tactical trousers. Black turtleneck. Sleeves rolled with Swiss-watch precision. The expression of a man prepared to deliver disappointing performance reviews and execute people over misfiled invoices.

He didn’t say a word. Just dropped a laminated master schedule onto the polished walnut table like a war crime.

The staff exhaled collectively, like they'd been holding their breath since week 12 of your pregnancy.

Behind him: Gojo Satoru.

He strolled in late, sipping an electric blue drink from a child’s sippy cup shaped like a bear. No shoes. Chest visible under open robe, sweatpants. One sock had a hole in the toe. His hair looked expensive, and his smirk said he knew it.

He radiated power, chaos, and the energy of someone who didn’t believe in chairs.

“Who moved my peach gummies?” he asked the room, deadpan. “Someone’s lying. I can smell fear.”

And then, you.

Barefoot. Hoodie stretched over a bump that could clear a subway seat in under four seconds. Pajama pants. Laptop under one arm, half-eaten protein cookie in the other. You weren’t late, just existing on your own non-Euclidean timeline now.

Your posture: collapsing. Your dignity: questionable. Your husbands: problematic.

Nanami cracked a pointer stick against the table like a courtroom gavel. “The schedule is sacred. That includes hydration windows and postnatal exorcism rotations.”

Gojo leaned toward the baby monitor mounted on the wall, whispering like it was a co-conspirator. “I’m going to teach them to cry in Morse code. Every blink means ‘fart.’”

You sank into a chair like you’d been shot. Your laptop slid out of your arm. You didn't flinch as Keji caught it. Your head lolled sideways—Nanami caught it with the side of his neck without looking, like this happened three times a day.

“I don’t know either of these men,” you told the camera, voice flat as you yawned. “I met them on Craigslist. They won’t leave.”

Gojo gave the camera a peace sign with one hand while texting with the other. "She's lying. I was advertised as a limited-edition collectible. Fully poseable with infinite attachments. No refunds."

Nanami didn’t look up. “No perfume in the nursery. No microwave-heated formula. And under no circumstances is anyone allowed to call the pacifier a ‘binky.’ This is a Japanese household. Not a sitcom.”

CUT TO: Staff lineup; each stood like extras in a corporate thriller that got too real too fast. Their vibes screamed “LinkedIn Premium” with undertones of “We were not trained for this.”

Int. Staff Conference Room—Pre-Shoot Day (Camera: Silent, Judgmental)

STAFF ROLL CALL:

Cursed-Artifact Housekeeper (¥20M+)

Ex-Vatican restorationist. Has opinions about demons. Dusts while muttering “Dies irae.” Once threw bleach on a haunted Fenty gloss. Still invoices Nanami in Latin.

Pregnancy-Specific Chef (¥35M+):

Michelin-starred. Male. Korean-Mexican fusion. Wept when Gojo requested “a smoothie that tastes like unresolved childhood abandonment.” Currently sourcing artisanal wasabi for anti-nausea tea. May be possessed.

Cybersecurity Lead (¥40M+):

Ex-CIA. Latina trans woman. Tatted in binary. Regularly hacks into Gojo’s fanmail database to block “OnlyFans” proposals. Helped Madame leave the country overnight (husbands suspect her involvement but are too terrified of looking her in the eye). Quietly reroutes paparazzi drones and blocks fans mailing Gojo erotic origami and “used sanitary products.” (You had given then strict instructions to never Gojo be traumatized like that. And that was the most important rule.) She and Madame share silent eye contact whenever the men get unhinged now, which screams, “Let the men speak, but never trust their judgment.”

Smart-Home Engineer (¥38M+):

Filipino. Nonbinary. Built a Wi-Fi stabilizer that prevented the twins from toggling Doomsday Mode via uterus kicks. Also installed a voice-activated "Nanami Cooldown Mode." It just plays whale sounds. Doesn't work. They now live under the table during briefings, taping baby-proof foam strips to every sharp corner like it’s an active warzone.

Sommelier/Other Butler (¥20M+):

Ex-mistress handler. Moroccan. Mastered in tea ceremonies. Now curates Gojo’s obsession with bubblegum candy-flavored tequila with real sake. Hasn’t spoken to Nanami since the “your scotch lacks character” incident. Passive-aggressive tray clinks intensify weekly.

Family Assistant (¥80M+):

Ex-G7 UN Summit Logistics Head. Japanese Female. Ex-JSDF Special Forces. Trained in executive protection and electronic countermeasures.

Now manages three calendars:

—Wife’s Business affairs

—Nanami’s postnatal defense doctrine

—Gojo’s untraceable activities (e.g., “baby yoga raves” and “hibernation days”)

Never blinks. Might be legally dead inside. Files tax returns in combat boots.

Gojo Whisperer (¥25M+):

Ex-BTS manager from Busan. Korean, 22/Male. Fluent in TikTok, baby psychology, and tactical concealer.

Stops Gojo from buying entire candy factories "for the babies." Sometimes, a budget magician when Gojo needs to be distracted. Manages his spontaneous "daddy-dates" (he keeps trying to drag Madame to onsen trips).

Falsifies ¥10M+/week expense reports to keep Gojo’s sugar empire hidden from Nanami; wife continues to spoil him.

Has a licensed industrial-grade taser for when Gojo gets the zoomies. (Gojo is yet to figure out which one of his spouses gave him that.)

Authorized to use it when Gojo hits Mach 3 after fruit snacks.

They all stared at the camera with thousand-yard stares. One was sweating so hard his collar had fused to his neck. Another mouthed the word “help” while clutching a binky like a rosary.

Keji—the Head of Ops—looked up from the whiteboard of doom and met your eyes with bleak hope.

“Is it too late to transfer to the Shibuya branch?”

“No one survived the Shibuya branch,” Nanami said dryly.

Gojo added, “And they didn’t even have your beloved Madame to save you.”

Keji rolled his eyes and sighed; this was just the prep day.

Camera: Blinking like it wanted to quit.

Sound: Still muted.

Vibes: War.

You were half-asleep in a hoodie and pajama pants, laptop now balanced on your bump, chewing your fourth protein cookie with the same energy as a raccoon mid-heist. Your head rested on Gojo’s shoulder until you leaned the wrong way, and Nanami instinctively caught it against his neck without looking up. They knew it before you, that the third trimester had you either climbing the walls or falling asleep mid-walk.

Keji looked haunted, eyes hollow as he addressed the camera. "Last week, Nanami-san asked me if I could calculate the milk-to-curd ratio in breast milk. I said no. He said he was ‘disappointed but not surprised.’ I haven’t known peace since."

Across the room, Gojo glared at the entire staff with a sort of whimsical malice that made the power flicker. "If any of you so much as breathe weird around my wife," he said slowly, “I will erase your entire bloodline from history like Thanos, but hotter and funnier.”

You, mid-cookie, squinted. "Who laminated the poop log?"

Nanami, without even glancing up from the documents, replied simply, "For consistency."

The family assistant looked directly into the camera. Her voice was calm, but her eyes screamed war trauma. "I used to negotiate nuclear ceasefires. Now I track nipple balm expiration dates."

Nanami clicked his pen like it was a detonator. "Moving on: Emergency protocol in case of Gojo malfunction."

Keji, smiling at the camera, said, "I am the malfunction protocol."

Nanami had already moved on. "All visitors are now subject to background checks. That includes the lactation consultant and the diaper delivery guy. One of them may be a c-user."

The staff, in perfect sync, turned toward the camera and said as one, "We live in hell."

You, sipping matcha like it was a tranquilizer, gave a wistful smile. "I love them. I also want to strangle them both with my display cable."

Gojo, suddenly grave, spoke with the conviction of a cult leader. "Our babies are probably going to burp a 7.5 on the Richter scale. They're strong. Like me."

Keji, tapping the whiteboard with the air of someone losing grip on reality, muttered, "Next slide."

You addressed the camera, monotone. "I founded a trillion-plus-dollar gaming company. I hold three postgraduate degrees. My CHRO made Forbes under 25. And I’m in a mandatory tactical briefing about... pacifiers."

Nanami, flipping to the next chart, continued unfazed. "Section 4A. Microwave usage is strictly forbidden. All formula is to be temperature-verified manually. Twice."

Gojo mock-whispered, "He once used a laser thermometer on me when I had a fever. Told me I was ‘not up to code.’"

Your eyes met the cybersecurity lead’s across the room. No words were exchanged. Just silent recognition. Mutual war veterans.

Keji, meanwhile, tried to quietly staple two copies of the Emergency Latch Failure Flowchart, but the staple jammed. He stared at it like it just insulted his mother.

Gojo, now sideways in a chair chewing a Pocky stick like a cigarette, asked, "Hypothetical. What if the babies explode? Not in a ‘haha’ way—but like biblically."

Nanami didn’t even pause. "I’ve accounted for it."

Gojo tilted his head slowly towards you and slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose with a single finger. Smirked. Then leaned into your space with that familiar looseness in his spine and a dangerous glint behind his lashes and stole a quick kiss. “...Okay.”

Before you could stop it, your lips twitched. A smile slipped through. You tried to bury it in your matcha, but your eyes were already shining.

Gojo noticed. Of course he did.

His grin curled, already leaning in for another kiss—

—but Nanami, still reading, extended one arm with clinical practice and shoved Gojo back into his chair without so much as a glance. Then, in the same fluid motion, he pulled you to his side by the curve of your waist like it was procedure. Like you hadn’t already been sitting close enough to share body heat.

You inhaled. Subtle. His cologne—woodsmoke, vetiver, clean linen. Your eyes were half-lidded before you caught yourself.

Nanami was aware. Didn’t comment. He merely flipped a page.

Just then, the sommelier entered with a lacquered tray of wine samplers resting on pastel bunny-shaped coasters. Gojo perked up. Your eyes narrowed.

You turned to Nanami. Gaze sharp. Daring him. Try it. Challenging him to drink so you can fight him today. Right now infact. Your hormones were jumping up and down to square up.

The sommelier, reading the room perfectly, murmured, "Non-alcoholic. For scent pairing analysis."

You sipped one, internally deflated that you couldn’t fight Nanami, and deadpanned, "Tastes like passive aggression and unpaid emotional labor."

Nanami exhaled slowly and rubbed his temple with the pad of his thumb. “The twins’ feeding chart is now synced to the smart-home alert system. There is no excuse for missed warm-up times.”

Under the conference table, the smart-home engineer gave a thumbs-up, fully tangled in foam strips and headphone cables.

Gojo raised his hand. “Follow-up: Is warm subjective?”

Nanami didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

You tried to keep a straight face. You failed. Again.

Then, you turned to the camera, whispering, "They built a failsafe so I wouldn’t scream when the doorbell rings. I haven’t turned it off in six weeks."

Gojo suddenly yelled, "Question! If I accidentally ordered ten pounds of mango mochi, does that violate the 'no sugar after 3PM' clause?"

Nanami replied instantly, "Yes."

Gojo grinned, leaping up from his chair, and ran outside. "Good. It’s here."

Moments later, a scream echoed from the front door. Gojo re-entered the room, triumphant, robe flapping on top of his bare chest, mochi bag in hand.

The Gojo Whisperer stormed in behind him. "Sir, please stop chasing couriers with your robe open."

Nanami, without blinking, stated, "This is why we have tasers."

Keji looked into the lens and grinned. "I’m considering faking my own death. Not out of fear. Just boredom."

The whiteboard cleared as a new slide clicked into place.

Emergency Infant Power Surge Protocol: Level Orange

An ominous illustration of a baby surrounded by flames. Possibly prophetic.

Nanami, completely unbothered, said, "Drills begin Monday."

Gojo, now lying flat on the floor with his legs perched on a chair, muttered, "If I die in this meeting, bury me in the nursery. Tell the babies I tried."

You, now chewing the mochi Gojo gave you, eyes glazed, said, "I told Business Insider I was on sabbatical. This is not a sabbatical. This is a hostage situation with burp cloths."

Keji, with full deadpan gravitas, yanked the lever labeled ‘Practice Fire Only.’ "Meeting adjourned."

[Camera: Still Rolling]

[Tension: Unresolved]

[Vibes: Maximum]

[End Pre-Shoot Briefing]

A/N: Thank you for surviving this HR-compliant fever dream masquerading as domestic fluff. If you’re wondering whether the weapons are metaphorical, I’m legally not allowed to confirm. This fic was brought to you by: * A passive-aggressive butler with unresolved scotch trauma * A cybersecurity goddess who blocked Gojo's unsolicited foot pic subscribers * A sommelier with a vendetta and an exorcist who beefs with haunted lip gloss * And one extremely tired wife who never asked for twins, two husbands, or Tuesday warfare Leave a comment or reblog with: Your favorite cursed staff member What you think Gojo’s sippy cup drink was made of Whether Nanami has ever smiled in this scene (answer: no, but lie to me) Reblog if you'd hire the Gojo Whisperer. Comment if you'd run. Bookmark if you're also third-wheeling your own relationship bcs he won't stop hanging with his homies. Tag yourself. I'm the smart-home engineer living under the table.

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Beta - @blackrimmedrose

[scottappreciation]

Thank You for a Wonderful Scottuary4!

STATS AND BINGOS

Scottuary4 received a total of 41 fics celebrating Scott! A total of 73,499 words were written by 12 different authors, with Scallison (/) and Sciles (&) as the most represented ships with 8 fics each.

Special shout-out to @princeescaluswords for bingo, as well as @beaconhillslurker for 8 fics and @official-mermaid with 6 fics!

Final fic round-up and additional works below the cut!

READERS' BINGO

Through the month of April, you may submit Readers' Bingos (graphic under the cut)! Simply drop a comment on five fics in any sequential direction and then post your card with links to each of the fics. You may submit as many cards as you like! If there are not enough fics to make a complete bingo, you may sub in a fic from a different row/column.

Happy ficcing!

FINAL ROUND-UP

Filling out all five items in a column will give you horizontal bingo, filling out the same number for each row (eg, all the 2s) will give you vertical bingo, and to make a diagonal bingo, use prompts A1-B2-C3-D4-E5 or A5-B4-C3-D2-E1.

↳ A ROW

Predator

Disarming, by @official-mermaid

Wolf Eyes

When I Look Into Your Eyes, by @beaconhillslurker

what i see? natural talent (scottuary fic), by @spikeface

let your colors blend with mine, by @daughterofluthien

Justice

a series of small quakes (scottuary fic), by @spikeface

Mistletoe

N/A

Scott & Deaton

Emergency Flare, by @princeescaluswords

Bright Future, by @official-mermaid

Five Minutes, by @beaconhillslurker

↳ B ROW

Betrayal

The Hanged Man, by @nacreousgore

years from now, he'll tell you to compartmentalize (scottuary fic), by @spikeface

aspirate, by @naivety

Rage

An Alpha's Rage, by @beaconhillslurker

Graduation

Homing Beacon, by @beaconhillslurker

no one gets left behind. that's the plan., by @scribeoffate

Canon Ships

Dishwater, by @princeescaluswords

Only Human

What Would You Trade The Pain For?, by @beaconhillslurker

Love, Scott | Teen Wolf Season 1, by pewpowther

Second String, by @official-mermaid

sleep study (peer reviewed), by @momentofmemory

↳ C ROW

Canon Divergence

The Other Side Of The Apocalypse, by @beaconhillslurker

LA Life

N/A

FREE SPACE

i want a semi-freaking normal life, by @scribeoffate

And His Hair Was Perfect, by @princeescaluswords

given and taken, by @lulujane

Dr. McCall

Little Saves, by @beaconhillslurker

Family

Staircases, by @moistvonlipwig

Family, by @beaconhillslurker

Warning Signs, by @official-mermaid

↳ D ROW

Death

What Would You Trade The Pain For?, by @beaconhillslurker

no grave can hold my body down, @v3nusworlds

a black bank of clouds, by @momentofmemory

Missing Scene

there would, in fact, be broken glass (scottuary fic), by @spikeface

Eyes Wired Shut, by @princeescaluswords

born again, by @naivety

Five Minutes, by @beaconhillslurker

Pain Taking

the price (scottuary fic), by @spikeface

re-epithelialize, by @naivety

Moonlight

Moonlit Night, by @official-mermaid

moon boy, by @momentofmemory

the third moon, by @lulujane

Scott + Minor Characters

not all monsters do monstrous things, by @scribeoffate

Like the Stories, by @official-mermaid

↳ E ROW

Scott + Foils

And Seen the Spider, by @princeescaluswords

Animalia

Little Saves, by @beaconhillslurker

ecology of fear, by @naivety

Open Wounds

What Would You Trade The Pain For?, by @beaconhillslurker

like an open wound, by @scribeoffate

a helping hand, by pewpowther

Beacon Hills

Homing Beacon, by @beaconhillslurker

Prey

N/A

[dreamy-gal-30]

What Remains - Chapter 2

Thank you again @writingsoftarnishedsilver for reviewing ❤️❤️ I LOVED your comments in this and you really helped me sense check a few things!!

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Please read below the cut or AO3 - enjoy!

The light crept through a gap in Sebastian's curtains, adding an ache to his already pounding head. He stirred onto his side, trying to escape the annoying glare and threw his arm carelessly across the bed, brushing against warm, smooth skin.

This both surprised and didn’t surprise him. He needed a moment to think about who this could be. He furrowed his brows as he struggled to piece together the fragments of the last night. The pub, The Cosmic Veil... dancing... blonde hair...

With effort, Sebastian pried open his eyes, wincing at the daylight. He found himself staring at the bare back of a woman, her platinum blonde hair spread across his pillow in a tangle. The curve of her spine disappeared beneath his rumpled duvet.

A name floated to the surface of his groggy mind. Clare? Yes, he thought that might be right. Clare... something. Empty glasses placed precariously on his bedside table, evidence of the night's excesses. A trail of tossed clothing marked a path from the door to the bed - his shirt hung over a chair, his trousers, and her dress dropped on the floor in one pile— boxers, knickers, a bra, all strewn about like clues leading to their current position.

Sebastian's head throbbed in time with his pulse, each beat a painful reminder of how much he'd had to drink. He closed his eyes, willing the room to stop spinning. When he opened them again, his gaze fell on a small tattoo at the base of Clare's neck - an infinity sign. Another memory surfaced: kissing and sucking that spot on Clare’s neck, tracing down her spine while fucking her from behind as she held onto his headboard.

He moved slightly, causing her to shift. She mumbled something unintelligible and rolled onto her back, her relaxed face now visible in the soft morning light. Now able to see her properly, Sebastian studied her more closely. High cheekbones, a small nose, full lips slightly parted in sleep. She was undeniably beautiful, yet as he looked at her, Sebastian felt an emptiness in his chest that he couldn't quite understand.

Clare's eyes fluttered open, revealing the colour of a blue, summer’s day sky. A slow, sultry smile spread across her face as she stretched, her movements causing the duvet to slip further down her body. Sebastian held his breath, not quite ready for the awkwardness of the morning-after conversation.

"Good morning," her voice husky with sleep and overuse. She propped herself up on one elbow, her head resting on her hand, causing the duvet to fall away completely, exposing her breasts. His eyes involuntarily looked down but then back up at her face. Sebastian cleared his throat, his voice rough with sleep. "Good morning, sleep well?" he asked.

With a smile, she let one hand gently trace the freckles across his chest, her fingers weaving through the small patch of hair. “Oh yes, quite well actually. And you?” she asked, as her finger continued its path downward, reaching his lower abdomen.

“Yeah, same here…” attempting a smile that felt more like a grimace. "So about last night—"

Clare placed that same finger on his lips, silencing him, her face gleaming with amusement. "I know what this is, Sebastian. No need for the whole song and dance." She leaned in closer, "Last night was fun. Really fun. You're quite talented, you know." Her thumb brushed against his lower lip. Clare met his eyes with a frank, open gaze. "I'm happy to call it a night - and leave it at that."

She sat up fully now, the duvet pooling around her waist. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders. "Unless, of course," she added with a playful smirk, "you'd like an encore before I go?"

Sebastian found himself both relieved and somewhat taken aback by her directness. A part of him was quite tempted by her offer. But another part, a part he didn't quite understand, felt a strange reluctance.

He hesitated, "Maybe next time," his voice softer than he intended. "I've got a... a thing I need to get to soon."

He didn’t.

Clare looked at him for a second longer, her blue eyes searching his face. Then she smiled, a hint of understanding showing in her face. "Okay," she said, nodding slightly. "But at least let me put my number down in your phone. You know, in case you want to do this again." Her lips quirked into a teasing grin. "Unless you're one of those wizards who's old school and owls."

Sebastian chuckled, "My flatmate Bee actually begged me to get a phone," he said, reaching for the device on his nightstand. "Said she was tired of sending owls every time she needed to know if we were out of milk. But I do prefer owls."

She bit back a laugh as he passed the phone to her, watching as her fingers tapped across the screen. Clare handed the phone back, her smile warm but no longer suggestive. "There you go," she said. "Ball's in your court now, Sebastian Sallow."

Clare stretched once more, then slid out of bed. Sebastian watched as she gathered her clothes. She dressed quickly, like someone used to these morning-after routines, very much like him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, his head spinning slightly. He fished out a pair of boxers and a soft, flannel pyjama bottoms from his dresser. As he pulled them on, he caught sight of himself in the mirror - his dark hair was a mess and there were faint shadows under his eyes. He grabbed a worn, navy blue jumper and tugged it over his head, the soft wool a comfort against his skin.

"I'll show you out," Sebastian offered and she nodded, transfiguring her heels into trainers, and throwing her coat over her dress. They made their way down and passed the entrance to the living room, Sebastian glanced in and saw Ominis sprawled on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes.

"Seb?" Ominis mumbled, not moving his arm. "That you?"

"Yeah, mate," Sebastian replied, his voice low. "How're you feeling?"

Ominis groaned in response. "Like I've been trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. Remind me never to try and outdrink Garreth again."

Sebastian chuckled softly, shaking his head. Clare raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on her lips.

They continued to the front door, the floorboards squeaking under them. “Well, thanks. Get home safe.” She smiled and he turned the handle, pulling the door open.

And there, on the other side, as if about to open the door herself, stood Bee. Her eyes widened, flicking from Sebastian to Clare and back again. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, and she was wearing the same clothes as the night before albeit very wrinkled now.

Sebastian felt his breath catch in his throat. "Bee," he said, his voice coming out as barely more than a whisper.

Clare glanced between them—analysing, "I was just leaving," she said smoothly. She turned to Sebastian, her smile still warm. "Thanks for a lovely night, Sebastian."

She slipped past Bee, who stepped aside to let her pass. As Clare walked down the front steps, Sebastian stepped back, allowing Bee to enter the flat. She moved past him, her eyes downcast, avoiding his gaze. The door closed behind her with a soft click in the tense silence.

Bee shrugged off her coat, the fabric rustling as she hung it on the overcrowded coat rack. Sebastian watched her, taking in the slight smudge of her makeup around her eyes and the way her bob fell in messy waves around her face. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor.

"Did you, uh... have a good night?" he asked nervously.

Bee turned to face him, her green eyes meeting his for a brief moment before flicking away. "Yep," she replied.

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. "I was about to make some breakfast," he said, gesturing vaguely towards the kitchen with his head. "Do you want me to make you something too? I could do eggs, or maybe some toast..."

His words trailed off as Bee's expression hardened, "I don't know, Sebastian," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you need space?"

The words hit him like a physical blow. Before he could respond, Bee turned away, her footsteps heavy as she climbed the stairs. Each step seemed to drive home the weight of his mistake.

Sebastian stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching her retreating form until she disappeared from view. He heard the distant sound of her bedroom door closing with a thud. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

Dropping his hands, Sebastian turned and made his way into the living room. Ominis was still sprawled on the couch, though he had shifted slightly. He sank into the orange, velvet armchair beside the couch. The walls were lined with bookshelves, crammed with an eclectic mix of magical and muggle books. Their collection of moving photographs on the mantelpiece caught Sebastian's eye - snapshots of the three of them at Hogwarts at graduation, on holidays, and at various Ministry events. His gaze lingered on one where they were in the snow: Bee’s head thrown back in laughter, her eyes crinkling at the corners while she had her arm around his shoulders, with him looking at her and laughing hysterically, while Ominis glared at them in the background with a small mountain of snow on his head.

Ominis shifted on the couch, lowering his arm from his eyes with a groan. "So," he began, "Bee told me you snapped at her again last night."

Sebastian winced, taking his attention away from the photo. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah," he admitted quietly, "I did."

The clock on the kitchen wall ticked loudly in the lingering silence.

Ominis pushed himself up into a sitting position, reaching for the glass of water on the coffee table, and taking a long sip before speaking again. "You need to apologise," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Sebastian nodded, his gaze fixed on the striped pattern of the rug beneath his feet. "I know," he agreed.

The silence stretched between them once more, broken only by the distant sounds of London—a siren wailed in the distance, growing fainter as it passed.

Ominis set his glass down, the clink of glass against wood drawing Sebastian's attention. "Look, Sebastian," Ominis began, his voice careful, measured. "Maybe... maybe it's time you talked to someone. Professionally, I mean."

Sebastian felt himself get irritated, but he swallowed it down, forcing himself to listen as Ominis continued.

"It's just... you keep doing the same thing over and over again. With Bee, with your work, with... everything." Ominis paused, searching for the right words. "I'm worried about you. We both are."

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as he fought the urge to snap back at Ominis. Instead, he took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs, and exhaled slowly. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he tried to focus on the present moment - the soft texture of the armchair beneath his fingers.

"Right. Are you hungry? I could make some breakfast for us." Sebastian said, his voice carefully controlled, changing the subject.

Ominis blinked, seemingly surprised by the abrupt change of subject. He opened his mouth as if to press the issue further, but then thought better of it. He sighed as he nodded. "Yeah, actually. That would be great. I'm famished."

Sebastian stood up, grateful for the excuse to move, to do something with his hands. "Scrambled eggs and toast sound good?"

"Perfect," Ominis replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Sebastian started moving around the kitchen grabbing what he needed, giving his restless mind something tangible to focus on.

…

Sebastian stood at the stove, the smell of the cooked eggs filling the air together with the delicious, classic smell of toasting bread, but he barely noticed it.

He passed a plate of food to Ominis and he mumbled his thanks, but Sebastian barely heard him.

He sat down beside him and started eating without really tasting it.

He was breathing heavily. His mind wandered to all the times he'd hurt Bee, all the times he'd been difficult or moody or just plain cruel—like the time he called her ignorant years ago.

How many more times would she forgive him? How many more chances would she give him before she finally had enough?

And Ominis... How long before he got tired of picking up the pieces, of trying to smooth things over? How long before he decided that Sebastian was more trouble than he was worth?

The thought of losing them, his favourite people in the universe—the thought of being left completely alone, sent a chill through him. The thought was almost unbearable. He quickly finished his plate of food and abruptly got up. Ominis turned to him with a look of concern. "I’m going to talk to her," he mumbled and started walking, hearing Ominis shout, “Remember to drink water, Sebastian!” as he climbed up the steps.

His feet felt heavy as he climbed the stairs, each step bringing him closer to Bee's room. The door was slightly ajar, and he could see a bit of light spilling out into the corridor. He paused, his hand raised to knock, suddenly unsure.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped his knuckles lightly against the door. "Bee?" he called softly, pushing the door open a bit more, and he found her standing by her dresser.

Her auburn hair hung loose, darker than usual while she was running a comb through it. A soft, purple towel wrapped tightly around her body. Sebastian's gaze followed the curve of Bee's back. The fabric clung to her rounded bottom and wide hips, ending just above her knees. He could see some drops of water trailing down her legs and dripping by her feet. When she turned around, he noticed the rosy tint on her cheeks, neck, and chest from the hot shower. Her towel was wrapped snugly between her small breasts, pushing them upward.

He quickly shifted his focus to her face.

He'd seen her like this countless times before, just as she'd seen him. It was a normal part of their flatshare, but something felt different and he didn’t know why. Sebastian found himself unable to look away.

Bee's eyebrows arched slightly as she met his gaze. "What do you want, Sebastian?" she asked with a hint of irritation in her voice, as she stiffly combed her hair.

Sebastian swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become. He forced himself to focus, to remember why he had come up here in the first place. Right.

"I... I wanted to apologise," he said, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. "For last night. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

Bee's expression softened slightly, but her posture remained tense. She placed her comb back on the dresser and crossed her arms, "Go on."

Sebastian took a deep breath, stepping further into the room, closer to her. He could smell her violet-scented soap. "I didn’t know how to deal with the question, but that’s not an excuse," he continued, his eyes never leaving hers. "You were just trying to help, and I was an arsehole—again, and you didn’t deserve that. I'm sorry, Bee. I really am."

Bee watched him for a long moment, her green eyes searching his face, as if wanting to check if he seemed genuine. And he did. Bee uncrossed her arms, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "It hurts when you do that, you know," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I know it's a difficult topic. I just... I want you to know that I'm here, Seb. Always."

Sebastian nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I know," he managed to say. "I know you are."

His brow was furrowed, his gaze down, avoiding hers, and his lips were pressed into a line forming a small frown. It was a look she had seen too many times before, and it never failed to make her heart ache. Bee couldn't resist the urge to comfort him. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, before his arms encircled her and pulled her close. He closed his eyes and sank into the embrace.

As he held her, Sebastian became acutely aware of the thin barrier of the towel between them. He could feel the curve of her spine against his arms, her breasts pressed against his abdomen—

Stop.

He bit his lip, blocking the thought from continuing. He was thankful Bee didn’t notice as she nestled her head against his chest.

Her hair left a small wet patch on the wool, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The gentle ticking of the clock on Bee's nightstand and the faraway sounds of London's relentless traffic were the only signs that time hadn't actually stopped.

Reluctantly, Sebastian loosened his grip around Bee, and she pulled back a bit, looking up at him. His eyes travelled over her face. The light coming through her window highlighted the golden wisps in her green eyes, making them shimmer like sunlight on leaves. His gaze drifted lower, where he saw a small, purplish mark just below her ear. His stomach lurched, but he forced his lips into a smirk before letting go of her.

"So," Sebastian drawled, his voice taking on a teasing lilt, "I heard that you went home with some 'fit' bloke last night. Care to share the juicy details?" He doesn’t know why he always asks her, but it's almost become a ritual.

Bee rolled her eyes, but a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, come on, Seb. You know I don't kiss and tell."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Since when? I distinctly remember a very detailed account of your romps with that Quidditch player last year. What was his name again—Joseph? The one with the, and I quote, 'abs you could grate cheese on'?"

Bee's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "Merlin, I can't believe you remember that. His name was James, by the way."

"Ah, yes, James," Sebastian nodded playfully. "So, does this guy live up to the high standards set by dear James? Did he sweep you off your feet with his charm and wit, or a big cock?"

Bee snorted, shaking her head at Sebastian's colourful words. "Well, if you must know, he was actually quite sweet, and he was... good," she said.

"Your voice got a bit high there in the end" Sebastian pressed, leaning against her dresser, arms crossed. "he was just… good?"

Bee laughed, "Sebastian! Yeah, he was nice enough, but..." she trailed off, biting her lip and holding back a laugh.

"But?" Sebastian prompted, his curiosity piqued.

Bee sighed, a small cheeky smile playing on her lips. "But he may have needed some... guidance at times."

Sebastian burst out laughing, the sound filling the room.

"What?" Bee exclaimed playfully, her hands on her hips, the movement causing her towel to slip slightly. She quickly adjusted it, her cheeks flushing. "Was I supposed to just endure mediocre sex? If anything I taught him something."

Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling. "No, of course not. I'm just picturing you giving him step-by-step instructions. 'No, not there. A little to the left. No, your other left.'"

Bee swatted at his arm, but she was laughing too. "Stop it! It wasn't that bad. I just had to... take charge a bit."

"A bit?" Sebastian teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe more than a bit," Bee admitted, grinning. "I may have hurt his ego a little."

Sebastian's mind raced with the image of Bee taking charge. He could almost see her, still wrapped in that purple towel, pushing him onto the bed, straddling him—her hands pinning his wrists above his head as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she told him what he could or couldn’t do.

Sebastian felt a sudden rush of pressure in his lower abdomen. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to end the thought—again. He cleared his throat, forcing a laugh to cover his momentary lapse.

"Well," he said, his voice a touch huskier than he intended, "he should have felt honoured to be bossed around by you. It's not every day someone gets to experience the full force of Beatrice Everly's commanding presence."

Bee laughed, then continued with a low voice and a bold smile. "Like I boss you around?"

That caught him off guard. Sebastian felt his face flush, heat creeping up his neck and spreading across his freckled cheeks. "I... uh..." he stammered, his usual quick wit deserting him. His eyes darted around the room, landing anywhere but on Bee's face.

It was Bee’s turn to burst out laughing, as she took in Sebastian's frazzled state. "Oh, Seb," she said in between chuckles. "You should see your face right now. You're as red as a tomato!"

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, "Come on, Bee," he said, sheepishly chuckling. "You can't just say stuff like that and expect me not to react."

Bee's grin widened, "Oh, but that's exactly why I do it," she teased, reaching out to poke him playfully in the chest, adding "And that's what you get for when I told you to get dressed yesterday. It's not often I get to see the great Sebastian Sallow at a loss for words. I have to take my small wins where I can find them."

Sebastian rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing. Bee’s smile softened into something warmer, something he adored seeing.

She shifted slightly, adjusting her towel, her hand reaching up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "I should probably get dressed," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Sebastian nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly. "Right, yes, of course," he said, backing towards the door. "I was going to take a shower anyway."

Bee nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Thanks. And Seb?" she added as he turned to leave. "We're okay, right?"

Sebastian paused at the door, looking back at her, “Yeah, Bee," he said softly. "We're okay."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Sebastian leaned against the wall, letting out a long, shaky breath. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself.

Sebastian entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam began to fill the small space. As he undressed, his mind kept replaying snippets of what just happened. He knew he was relieved that they made up again. He stepped under the shower head, letting the water cascade down his freckled shoulders and chest. His dark hair plastered to his forehead as he tilted his face up into the stream.

The image of her looking up at him kept flashing in his mind, with those deep-set, green eyes and bare skin, her hickey almost taunting him.

Sebastian tried to focus on the physical sensations—the heat of the water, the scent of his soap—anything to distract from the images of Bee that kept intruding. But his body had other ideas. He felt a familiar pressure, a tightening low in his abdomen. He glanced down, seeing that he was hard already. His hand seemed to move of its own accord, wrapping around himself. He stroked slowly at first, almost absentmindedly. His eyes drifted closed as he gave in to the sensation.

Suddenly, Sebastian's eyes snapped open as he realised what he was doing. He stopped moving his hand but didn’t pull away. A frustrated groan escaped him. This was wrong. He shouldn't be thinking about Bee like this.

Sebastian closed his eyes again and started stroking himself again. He tried to think of someone else - anyone else. Clare from last night, or that muggle from the bar. But his traitorous mind kept coming back to Bee. He told himself how this must be normal. That friends sometimes think of each other like this — except he knew that she’s come up in his thoughts a few other times too…. 

Sebastian's breath came faster as he gave in, allowing the fantasy to unfold. He imagined Bee straddling him on his bed, riding him as she pressed her palm against his mouth.

His hand gripped harder and moved faster, using his other hand to press against his taint as the imaginary scene changed

Now Bee was guiding his head between her thighs, the strength of her grip increasing as she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him—a silent command for him to press harder. He thought about how he’d hungrily trace paths along her soft, slick folds with his tongue, how he would greedily suck on her clit in a way that had her writhing and grinding against his mouth, and how he’d feel her wetness gather around his mouth and his chin, and swallow everything she gave him.

He remembered the muffled moans and cries he'd heard through the walls when she was with other partners. In his mind, those sounds were louder, clearer – directed at him.

He was on the edge. Every muscle in his body tensed, making his breath hitch in his throat and he could hear his fast heartbeat. He leaned against the shower wall for balance as he felt himself start to pulse and contract. With a restrained grunt, he came—hard—onto the shower floor.

The hot water washed over his drained body, diluting and washing away any evidence. As his high faded, he tipped his forehead against the cool tile, catching his breath.

"Fuck," he muttered.

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There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 2 - Fighting With You

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Dewdrop buys the toys he's been so curious about, with only a few breakdowns along the way. Set immediately after the previous chapter.

Notes: Fun fact! The toy reviews are almost all verbatim reviews from the lovehoney website :) isn't that fun! thank you to the unnamed friend who reignited my passion for reading sex toy reviews ashdfklhsg

I'm going to give a very slight warning for dubcon. Nothing happens, but Dewdrop gets in his own head about what might happen. Of course, Rain would never.

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“‘m ready,” Dewdrop whispers into Rain’s neck, pushing the larger ghoul off his lap, “Wanna get the feeling back in my legs,” he chuckles.

“Are you sure, Dewbug? We can wait if you want, I’ll still love you even if you never end up buying anything.”

Dewdrop grabs the water ghoul’s chin, bringing his head down to eye level, “I’ve never been so sure in my life, especially with you here,” it isn’t entirely the truth, but Dewdrop is feeling better than before, “Anyway, what is your opinion on what I sent you?”

Rain pauses before dragging a stack of filing boxes next to Dew’s chair, perching on them to watch the screen. As Dewdrop logs back in (his password is rainisgay69, ironic for someone who on some level of his dysphoria-ridden brain believes rain is secretly straight), their eyes are accosted with the bright screen illuminating the now dark room, a lilac dildo front and centre on the screen. The description reads, “Realistic Silicone Suction Cup Dildo - Perfect For Beginners”. It’s veiny, a respectable length and girth, nothing that would rip the ghoul open, but enough for him to feel the stretch, to feel full. It looks respectable, with the bonus that Dewdrop could definitely throw it into a strap on the rare occasion he does want to top; he could finally stop stealing from Cirrus.

Dewdrop flicks through the photos, capturing the length, girth, and the size comparable to a hand. Rain’s cock begins to stir at the last picture, remembering that one day he may be lucky enough to hold it, to fuck Dewdrop sweetly and gently with it while he rubs and flicks at the fire ghoul’s small dick, wringing out the most lascivious moans as Dew finally experiences divine pleasure. But this isn’t about him, so Rain wills the blood to return to his head so he can give a coherent response to his mate.

“Fuck, baby, it looks perfect,” he coos, planting a chaste kiss on Dewdrop’s cheek. He can’t help the sly comment that leaves his mouth before his brain can catch up, his mind preoccupied with the image of the toy against Dewdrop’s auburn curls, “Gonna look so good against your dripping cunt, heard ginger and purple go well together.”

The darks of Dewdrop’s eyes widen, and Rain’s face drops as he realises what he just said, “Shit- fuck- I’m fucking- I’m sorry Dewy that wasn’t the right time. I promise I’d be fine if you bought this and it just sat on the shelf forever. Or- or if you didn’t even buy it. Actually, I’d be fine if you banned all sex toys. You coul-”

A firm but gentle slap to the face interrupts the water ghoul, “Alright, wrap it up Sappy Steve. Save it for when I’m actually panicking, okay?” he chides, “And I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

He briefly glances at the top reviews, struggling to believe what he’s reading:

“I have recently celebrated my 70th birthday and this gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“This is amazing. I can't believe how satisfying it is for a transgender person. I love to sit on it.”

Dewdrop laughs so hard he has fresh tears spilling down his face. That’s a new hobby unlocked: reading sex toy reviews online.

“See!” Rain exclaims, pointing at the screen and nudging Dewdrop’s shoulder, “You’re not the only trans person who wants to get fucked nasty with a toy,” the water ghoul is beaming at the review, hoping it will ease Dewdrop’s apprehension about it all. They’re having fun but Rain won’t pretend he hasn’t noticed how the other’s hand has been trembling as he navigates the website, how Dewdrop’s taking deep yet rapid breaths, his free hand worrying the ring on his middle finger.

The basket icon lights up as Dewdrop’s informed he only has to spend £15 more to get free delivery, “Might as well get the vibrator too, then?” he shrugs weakly, voice catching in his throat as he navigates to the second link he sent Rain earlier. “POWERFUL Vibrator - For Internal and External Use” it reads. Dewdrop re-examines it, looking at each photo in turn, breath turning shaky as he thinks about using it, putting it inside him, where no object has ventured before. As he thinks about the hard plastic sliding in, surely cold and rigid, perhaps he’ll be so dry that it will hurt, and he’ll just have to grin and bear it for his Rain.

The desk begins to shake slightly as Dewdrop’s knee bounces up and down with a fevered pace. His thumb is in his mouth, biting at the skin around his nails, leaving it red and sore. It’s getting to him. This is real. In just a few days he’ll be laying with Rain as he freaks out about it all. Now he’s told the water ghoul he wants it, he feels pressured, like he can’t say no anymore. Because if he says no, then he’s clearly leading Rain on for something that will never happen, and Rain really will break up with him this time. Why would he be with someone who is clearly never going to get over his fear of penetration? Perhaps Rain is straight and just waiting for Dewdrop to realise he is a woman after all, and when he finds out that Dew is just a man who’s scared of dick, he’ll run to the mountains, screaming a warning to everyone: Don’t Date Dewdrop.

A third set of tears begin to tumble their way down his cheeks, a small waterfall flowing with each blink the ghoul makes. His eyes are glassy, he can no longer see the offending toy on the computer, just a set of blurry white pixels laden with illegible text, Rain must have scrolled it down. Rain brings the fire ghoul into the warmest hug he can muster, peppering kisses to his neck. There is no sexual element to it, just pure love for his mate. His mate who he wishes he could take all the dysphoria from and suffer through it himself if it would mean a better life for Dewdrop. His mate who loves Dewdrop in a way the fire ghoul cannot even begin to fathom.

He truly believes he’s unlovable on a fundamental level, that his identity makes him some freak in between man and woman, that no guy would want to fuck him or be fucked by him, and no woman would take his pathetic excuse for a dick, even if he did want to top. It’s solidified in Dewdrop’s mind that Rain is only with him for his own sexual gratification, and now that Dewdrop wants to explore his own pleasure, he’ll be left to figure it out on his own. The image of him weeping as he forces a dildo into himself, cold and alone in his bedroom, is being seared further into his brain with every second that passes. Until he’s brought back to reality by Rain’s shuffling arm.

Rain decides against a tissue; Copia clearly had no regard for his own skin since the tissues in his office may as well have been constructed from sandpaper. Instead, he brings a bunched-up sleeve to Dewdrop’s eyes, catching the tears as he calms the sniffling ghoul beneath him, rocking them together in a soothing motion much like his mother would do in the pit. Words wouldn’t do Dewdrop’s pain justice; consolation would feel inadequate and pity, well, is just that and Dewdrop deserves better. He’s sure that if he reached inside the fire ghoul’s mind for just a moment, it would be more than he could ever bear. So, Rain opts for silence. The kind of silence you could sit in for eternity. The kind of silence where the world is at peace; there’s no buzzing of electricity, no shuffling in the quarters, just the sound of a gentle breeze creeping its way in through the poorly sealed windows, whistling hello as it sings its song. Rain rocks them for what could have been hours, Dewdrop isn’t sure, the sun had already set by the time he started.

Fresh air stings Dewdrop’s eyes. The flood has stopped, Rain’s sleeves near-soaked as the fire ghoul blinks the last of the hot tears from his weary eyes. His own sleeve is drenched in a thick layer of snot as he wipes his nose, the water ghoul looking on in a weird adoration for his mate. If Rain could watch him do that and still love him, then maybe there was hope. As he squints his eyes to focus on the screen, Dewdrop’s confronted with the reviews for the vibrator:

“My clit is tingling like a mo fo!! Thanks lovehoney. What a piece of cum equipment.”

“It took longer to get the item out of the packaging than it did for my wife to cum.”

Okay, maybe it isn’t quite so serious. As hilariously honest as the reviews are, it does spark something in Dewdrop- the curiosity at what these toys feel like, at how they’re so much better than just a set of hands. There must be a reason the vibrator gets a 4.7/5 on the ‘orgasm rating’. Dewdrop hesitates over the button that would add it to the basket, “I’m scared, Rain,” he admits with a sigh of relief, finally putting words to it.

“Then do it scared, spitfire,” the water ghoul replies, “Want and fear can coexist. If you truly don’t want to then I support you, droplet, but it sounds like you’re just conflicted. I think when the time comes, you’ll be glad the toys are ready for you, just like I will be.”

Dewdrop melts into the larger ghoul’s embrace. Rain has somehow managed to reach into Dew’s brain and lay his feelings bare on the table, raw and sensitive. But he’s right, about everything. Dewdrop does want it, he is scared, and he should buy it anyway. “Fuck it,” he smirks, stifled only slightly by a sniffle, as he adds the item to the basket, heading to the checkout page, a fuck you to his dysphoria. Copia’s bank details autofill and Dewdrop doesn’t complain; he’s not been left with much money since being charged with sourcing the pack’s weed on tour. Before he gives himself a chance to second guess his actions, he completes the order.

The thick tension that had filled the air dissipates in an instant, Dewdrop slumps in his chair as Rain idly braids a loose plait into hair, whispering praises to his love, “So proud of you, droplet. Whatever comes of this I want you to remember how brave you are for getting this far, okay?”

“Brave? In what world?” Dewdrop huffs.

“In this world, my love. In this world where every day is a fight between your mind and your body. In this world, where today, your mind won. And in this world where your mind won’t win every day but where I’ll be here, always, fighting with you.”

[brokegirlsguidetolife]

Side Hustles That Actually Pay: Broke Girl Edition

Introduction

Finding ways to make money fast is hard. With this guide you can find some methods you never thought of! Here are 10 ways to make money fast online and in person.

1. Reselling Thrift Finds

How It Works: Buy clothes, home decor, or accessories from thrift stores, garage sales, or clearance racks and resell them for a profit on platforms like Poshmark, eBay, or Facebook Marketplace. What You Need: A phone to take pictures, a small starting budget (or start with what you already own), and a little patience. Pro Tip: Look for name brands, vintage items, or trendy pieces that have a high resale value.

2. Pet-Sitting & Dog Walking

How It Works: Offer to watch or walk pets for busy people through apps like Rover or Wag, or just spread the word to friends and neighbors. What You Need: A love for animals and some free time. No upfront costs! Pro Tip: Offer overnight pet-sitting for extra cash, especially for pet owners going on vacation.

3. Freelance Gigs (Even Without a Degree!)

How It Works: Sell your skills online—writing, graphic design, social media management, virtual assisting—on platforms like Fiverr, Upwork, or even Instagram. What You Need: A laptop, internet, and a skill (even basic ones like data entry or admin work). Pro Tip: Don’t undersell yourself! Start at a fair rate and increase as you gain experience and reviews.

4. Selling Handmade or Spiritual Goods

How It Works: If you make jewelry, candles, or spiritual tools (like spell jars or tarot readings), you can sell them on Etsy, Instagram, or at local markets. What You Need: Supplies and creativity! Pro Tip: Take high-quality pictures and market yourself on TikTok or Instagram to get more eyes on your shop.

5. Flipping Furniture or Household Items

How It Works: Pick up free or cheap furniture from Facebook Marketplace, Craigslist, or thrift stores, then clean, paint, or repair them and resell for a profit. What You Need: Basic tools, paint, and a way to transport items. Pro Tip: Mid-century modern and farmhouse styles tend to sell fast!

6. Plasma Donation & Medical Studies

How It Works: Donating plasma can earn you $50-$100 per visit, and some medical studies pay for participation. What You Need: A healthy body and willingness to spend time in a clinic. Pro Tip: Some clinics offer higher pay for first-time donors or referral bonuses!

7. Tutoring or Homework Help

How It Works: If you’re good at a subject, offer tutoring services online through platforms like Wyzant or locally to students who need help. What You Need: Knowledge in a subject and the ability to explain things clearly. Pro Tip: Offer test prep services (SAT, ACT, etc.)—parents are willing to pay extra for this!

8. Delivering Food & Groceries

How It Works: Sign up for apps like DoorDash, UberEats, Instacart, or Shipt to deliver food or groceries in your spare time. What You Need: A car, bike, or scooter, and a phone. Pro Tip: Work during peak hours (lunch/dinner) to maximize earnings and stack multiple apps for more deliveries.

9. Renting Out a Spare Room or Storage Space

How It Works: If you have extra space, rent it out on Airbnb or use apps like Neighbor to rent out storage space. What You Need: A clean, safe space to rent. Pro Tip: Offer short-term stays for travelers or event-goers in your area to keep bookings frequent.

10. Mystery Shopping & Market Research

How It Works: Get paid to shop, eat, or provide feedback on businesses through apps like Field Agent, Secret Shopper, or UserTesting (for online reviews). What You Need: A smartphone and attention to detail. Pro Tip: Combine multiple gigs for a full day of extra earnings!

Conclusion

Being broke doesn’t mean you’re out of options. These side hustles can help you get back on your feet with little to no investment. Pick one (or a few) that work for you, and start making that extra cash today!

What are your go-to broke girl side hustles? Drop them in the comments below!

[markipliere]

TO CLARIFY AGAIN I loved sleedge

Review and spoilers below

Loved the show,,, i am overall pretty disappointed with the lack of the “cutting off your balls” guy but i love that they hinted at it. I also miss the moobles and the horror movie scene alltogether but I understand the limitations they have with the budget and stuff. I really hope the show does good outside of Marks fans, and i believe it will and ideally maybe we will get an international release. I had to watch it on a vpn (canada, used Nord) which wasn’t a big deal on pc, was fairly easy to use and such. But i think if somehow they were able to release it internationally itd blow up insanely. I also hope we’re able to keep it in the top ten for this month (totally not because i want to see iron lung ,,, 👀) and all around its a great show.

Considering too that it was filmed in 2020-2021 is nuts with all the covid restrictions and so on.

The mask of the Elephant monster was awesome and super grotesque, its first appearance grossed me out pretty bad (im not a lover of gore) and I immediately screenshot it and shared it around lmaoo. I do feel, like moistCr1TiKaL/penguinz0 said here , it does kind of drop in its scare factor later on with how often it is just shown standing there in bright light. Still gross, just not as nuts as the first time. The whale clips were nuts, and the sky whale later on was also awesome and the colour choices around the whole show were really good. I very much as an artist thought a lot of them to be pretty inspiring and pretty good for colour/composition/atmosphere studies.

Katies last appearance was sick as fuck, and im glad matteo didnt meet the same fate as originally. I cried about that shit when i listened to the podcast. Linda was fun, she seemed much more agro in the show which i also liked. The old lady section just made me feel bad lmao, like damn atleast in the podcast we had a shithead to not feel bad about. I actually had a lot of fun watching it and seeing the changes and the therapist was a super fun change despite … the gigantic difference in origin for daves scarring.

Also the fucking puke in the sink scene was SO GROSS “its so warm” EWWWWW STOPPPPPP

oh and love love love matteos Character and also the pin in the grass, Dave struggling was so well acted out and the scream really did it i think. Overall 10/10 coz its mark, 8.5/10 coz it was not PHENOMENAL but it was very good. I recommend it and if youve seen the show by now i implore you to listen to the podcast if you dig that kind of thing. If you listened to the podcast first id love to hear your thoughts on it too, feel free to comment your blogs with your reviews and stuff too :D

[zedecksiew]

THE BLOGGIES 2023: NOMINATIONS OPEN

If tabletop roleplaying games were a hydra, blogs would definitely be one of its heads.

Probably the smartest, zaniest one? The one with the unexpected ideas; the silliest quips; the most devious schemes; the most profound observations.

The OSR / post-OSR style of play arose on blogs. I was inspired to make roleplaying games because of a blog post (this one, by Patrick Stuart, specifically).

Beyond the actual playing of games with friends, blogs are the most important part of TTRPGs, to me.

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Last year, Prismatic Wasteland hosted the inaugural Bloggies.

64 excellent posts from across the TTRPG blogosphere were considered. A celebration of our community, our psychic brain-trust---the many heads of this, our TTRPG beast.

All the nominees are worth perusing. Winners list here.

My post, "D&D's Obsession With Taxonomy", won Best Blog Post of 2022. (Thank you, everybody who voted!)

Because I won, it falls to me to host this year's Bloggies.

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Nominations are now open for the BLOGGIES 2023!

Is there a blogpost about TTRPGs from the past year (December 2022 to December 2023) that you think deserves attention and recognition?

Tell me about it! Drop a link to it, tell me why you like it, tell me which category it falls under:

Theory---broad criticism, observation, and analysis about TTRPGs (its cultures, its aesthetics and texts, its politics, etc);

Gameable---cool stuff (monsters, subsystems, bits of design, etc) you could grab and add to your own games;

Advice---ideas, tricks, and procedures for making your games better / easier / more fun, basically adding to the play-culture;

Review---specific criticism of specific books / games / systems / adventures / products.

Drop your nominations in the comments below, or in this Xwitter thread, or wherever else you can get in touch with me on the Internet. Do this before the end of 31 December 2023.

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How BLOGGIES 2023 Will Work

Here's how I am thinking of running things:

25 Dec 2023 - 31 Dec 2023: Nominations open!

1 Jan 2024: Nominees shortlist announced!

First week Jan 2024: Public voting for Best Theory Post!

Second week Jan 2024: Public voting for Best Gameable Post!

Third week Jan 2024: Public voting for Best Advice Post!

Fourth week Jan 2024: Public voting for Best Review Post!

First week Feb 2024: Final round of voting for Best Blog Post Of 2023!

"Imperfection is a feature, not a bug, of blogging," as Warren said about the Bloggies, last year. I am but a single person. I will be copying much of his methodology.

I will be whittling down the nominations I receive to a shortlist of 64 posts (16 per category bracket), via personal judgment. No blog will be represented more than once per category---except for reviews (3 posts per blog).

Public voting for each category will happen in four rounds (16 / 8 / 4 / finals). Winners in each category will face off in a four-way vote for Best Blog Post.

Voting will most likely happen on Twitter, same as last year. (I am loathe to do this, but Twitter is still the social-media network most TTRPG people are on, sadly. But am also considering Google Forms. Thoughts?)

Month-long voting gives us the space to celebrate / argue over all the work our community has turned out this year---and gives me time to create prizes. (Am thinking of making linocut prints, inspired by the winning posts.)

Finals being announced in February just before the Lunar New Year justifies the header art above---as the Year of the Rabbit gives way to the Year of the Dragon.

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Here we go here we go here we go!

[owlsandwich]

Are you looking for an alpha/beta reader?

I am putting a tentative feeler out into the world to see whether this would be helpful to anyone.

I have been interested in getting into alpha reading / developmental editing for a while, but I want to get some practice in so that I can build a solid offering. It would be aimed at people who have a rough manuscript draft, but for some reason they are finding things just aren't working with the story and would like an outside view.

I have done this kind of thing twice in the past. I write up a c15 page report looking at plot structure, pacing, character arcs, themes, and giving my suggestions. It would not be a line edit, so I wouldn't be looking at spelling, grammar etc. Obviously this would be for free, as it is practice for me too!

Here is an example of what I did for a friend (this was a bit more casual than what I would do for someone else, but it gives an idea of the report structure):

I'm mostly familiar with fantasy stories, though the above was a sci-fi, so I am comfortable looking at those as well. I don't think I could give very good advice for surrealism or literary fiction, as I am not familiar with those genre beats. At the moment I'm looking for drafts with a word count under 100k as well, due to the time taken to read them.

Full transparency: I have no qualifications in writing, but I have self-published one book and hope to self-publish my second in the next few months.

Some nice things people have said about my work are below.

Praise for The Mechanics of Magic:

We are proud to announce that MECHANICS OF MAGIC by W.B.J. Martin has been honored with the B.R.A.G. Medallion (Book Readers Appreciation Group). It now joins the very select award-winning, reader-recommended books at indieBRAG.

Best fantasy novel I have read for years. Having read fantasy on and off for more years than I care to remember I thought the genre was dead, this book gives me hope that there are still writers out there who have a good imagination with decent writing skills.

Brilliant read, loved every moment of it. Well written suspenseful storyline with intriguing characters and visually descriptive settings making you feel like you're there.

Beautifully written with a gripping storyline

I couldn't put it down! Great book!

Praise for Burning the Darkness (not yet published, but a version is available on AO3) I am doing my best to keep comments anonymous here, but I wanted to share some of the lovely things people have said :):

[...]one of the best works for vampire lore I have ever read here and I can't get over it.

[...]this is such an interesting characterization/character arc[...]I almost want to share this with one of my old English teachers or write a formal essay about it

[...]beautifully paced and your world building has been extremely interesting.

If you're interested, please do drop me a message! Again, this will all be free, as I'm using it to test whether I can build some kind of report standard and to feel out a rough turnaround time. If you do find I am helpful at all, I might ask for a review at some point in the future if I decide to do this more 'professionally'.

[hdowlpost]

How To Submit Your Gifts

We had people ask about submitting the H/D Owlpost gifts and the header templates. :)

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[theiasthesis]

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