#hardest one so far with one impossible class

[elina-sakura]

I’m freeeeeeeeee!

[seneon]

Can you make Mash x female reader please.

That when Finn and the other want to know why Mash doesn't love lemon like she do to him. And they got answer from Mash that because he protect reader love

sink into each other ──── mash burnedead x fem! reader.

about. mash actually has a lover, and his friends are to find out about it very soon. | 560+ words. fluffy romantic.

notes. if mash don't want lemon i'll have her tyvm

mash burnedead does not return lemon irvine's feelings. how so and why? though the girl doesn't mind that he does not return her feelings back, she promised to always be by mash's side.

she might be oblivious that he does not like her back, but finn and dot could easily tell that mash is not someone of romantical feelings. lance is always suspicious of mash, his mind telling him that there is at least one female that he has had a crush on before. it is impossible that there is none.

to everyone else, they could tell that lemon's efforts of trying to open up mash's heart and at least rent a day or two is impossible. there was never a possibility in the first place. and they felt bad for the girl who tries her hardest to impress or seduce mash.

there was one odd day, where mash is oddly missing from classes. the last time anyone has ever seen him was finn, which mash was eating two cream puffs. he noticed there was a bento wrapped in a very beautiful wine red cloth.

so finn told his friends about the beautifully clothed bento box. and they started sharing suspicions with each other. but nothing came to mind. there was nothing that could date back to mash even owning a fancy piece of cloth. they didn't want to simply suspect him either.

that is, when lance's suspicions came true.

he was walking through the corridors beside the garden and caught a sight at the corner of his eyes. upon having high principals, his curiosity overtook him and he went to poke his nose into the scene.

shock immediately arise, lance's jaw dropping as far as they could. metaphorically, it dropped to the ground, eyes widened until they might fall out. right in front of him, was a scene of his beloved rival and friend wrapping his arms around a student who is dressed in lang's uniform.

when that student broke the hug, it shocked lance even more. with beautiful hair and beautiful eyes that stared into mash's honey ones. she smiled widely and adding more shock to the crown, mash smiled back, although tiny and barely visible. yet it was enough for lance to understand the scenario.

"w-whaaaaat..!" a voice beside lance said in pure shock too, as lance looked beside to find finn's jaw dropped to the ground. "that's what the fancy bento is for??"

lance looked at the two, noticing the girl's hands that held a bento, a box wrapped in cream puff cloth. then to mash, who held the said bento with fancy wrapping.

very soon, you and mash exchanged bento boxes. the burnedead then embraced you in a hug, allowing your body to sink into his. just like that, both bodies were sinking into each other as each second passed.

you are a mage from a prestigious family with two lines on your face. it would only make sense if you sensed two other mages watching you. so in the hug, you slowly slid your through mash's coat and shoot a little spell from your fingers at lance and finn.

"mash, your friends have come to find you."

there was no hiding your relationship with mash anymore. and mash's friends now understand why he doesn't return her feelings to lemon, for mash burnedead already has someone to lean on.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[wonusite]

Crossing Boundaries

❝ Seungcheol has always demanded that all of his employees keep professional boundaries, but it frustrates him that his son’s nanny is a little too good at keeping things professional. ❞

pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader

genre: single dad au, nanny au, fluff, smut

word count: 8.6k

warnings: dilf!cheol, ceo!cheol, nanny!reader, imbalance of power, a brief mention of death, mutual pining (a copious amount of it), jealousy, seungcheol is down horrendous, daddy kink, breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, multiple creampies, overstimulation, cockwarming

a/n: will never get over this concept. huge shout out to dilf cheol nonny for fueling my muse and helping make this happen. based off this request. minors dni!

There were three basic rules when it came to working for Choi Seungcheol:

1. Be on time.

2. Be efficient.

3. Maintain professional boundaries.

The rules were simple enough, but you quickly learned that there was nothing simple about them. Seungcheol was nothing if not a strict man. He demanded excellence, and anyone who didn’t live up to his rigorous standards ended up fired. Any person who managed to keep their job for a month could keep a job anywhere. At least, that’s what his entire staff seemed to think.

They weren’t exactly wrong. His standards were impossibly high, and he left little to no room for any error. It’s the very reason why Seungcheol had gone through five nannies before you, each worse than the last, according to him.

Because of this daunting fact, you’ve been very careful to never fall bellow his expectations. All the meticulous routines you made for yourself became like second nature within the first month, and it’s what kept your job secure for the last four years.

In all that time you had managed to follow the rules, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Especially since you came to absolutely adore the six-year-old boy that you were hired to take care of. Choi Taehyun was the cutest and most endearing kid you’d ever met. As soon as you met him, he had wedged his way into your heart and secured a permanent place for himself there.

The overt fondness you felt proved to be dangerous because from the very beginning, Seungcheol was adamant that you never overstep your duties as a nanny. It was his way of saying you’re not his mother so never try to act like you are. According to Josh (his assistant and the person who helped you get the job), your boss only acted this way because he still hadn't fully overcame his wife’s death. You could understand his pain which is why you were always careful not to do anything that could be seen as crossing the line.

But now, as you’re looking at Taehyun’s tear-filled eyes, all the professionalism you’ve had so far just seems to evaporate from your body. His bottom lip is trembling as he tries his hardest to muffle the whimpers and sobs at the edge of his throat. A concerned frown tugs your lips down when you go to gently wipe his fallen tears.

“Tae, what’s wrong?” You ask, feeling like someone is squeezing your heart painfully.

“Daddy’s not going to watch my play.”

The aforementioned play was something Taehyun and his entire class had been working on for about a month. He was extremely excited about it because he was assigned one of the main roles.

“It’s not fair.” Taehyun cries softly, clinging to your hands that were gently wiping his cheeks. “All my friends’ mommies and daddies are gonna watch.”

The discomfort in your chest grows as tears continue to spill from his eyes. All you can do is hug the little boy close to you in an effort to comfort him. He buries his wet face into your shoulder, clinging on to you like he never wants to let you go.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know your daddy would watch you if he could. I know he’s just as sad as you are that he can’t be there.” You rub gentles circles on his back, desperate to stop his tears from flowing.

Then, you say something you know your boss would definitely not approve of. “I know it’s not the same, but if you want, I can come watch you instead.”

Taehyun’s whimpers turn into soft sniffles as he pulls back to look at you. His eyes are still filled with tears, but now a hopeful look has taken over his gaze. “Really? You’ll come watch me?”

You realize that what you’re doing is literally bulldozing through the boundaries you’ve stayed within so far, but you would do just about anything for Choi Taehyun. There was no way you could let him be sad for another moment. So, you disregard the foreboding feeling in your gut and smile at the young boy.

“Of course I will.”

“Promise?” He’s looking at you with his huge doe eyes, pinky stuck out at you, wearing the most hopeful expression you’ve ever seen.

As Taehyun wraps his arms around you in joy, you contemplate whether or not it’s smart of you to let your emotions dictate your actions this way.

Meanwhile, your boss feels like he’s losing his mind.

As the CEO of a major conglomerate, he’s always been a level-headed, professional man. There isn’t a single thing that could make him lose his composure or make him get out of character.

This, however, doesn’t seem to apply whenever it involves his sweet, caring nanny.

Ever since you came into his life, things had changed drastically for him. You had unknowingly brightened his life in a way that he never thought was possible after his wife’s passing. Years hadn’t healed the pain, but for some reason your presence and actions had done what time couldn’t.

Seungcheol doesn’t realize the extent of his feelings until his personal assistant casually mentions that he was in the midst of arranging a date between you and the head of marketing, Jeon Wonwoo. A feeling that could only be described as rabid jealousy lights up in the pit of his stomach and expands up into his chest as Josh unwittingly goes on about how his subordinate is exactly your type.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” Seungcheol cuts in when Joshua says you agreed to go on this date after seeing a picture of Wonwoo. “When things don’t work out between them, it’ll bring tension into the office. The last thing I want is for either of them to feel uncomfortable.”

The way his boss said when and not if doesn’t go unnoticed.

Also, Seungcheol’s logic is seriously flawed. They both know it. In all the time you’ve worked as the CEO’s nanny, never once had you came to see him while he was working. You were annoyingly good at keeping boundaries and never overstepping. It never bothered him before, but now that he keeps thinking about it, it’s starting to.

Josh doesn’t comment on what’s blatantly obvious, mostly because he feels stupid for not realizing it sooner. It’s also clear that his boss is only barely coming to terms with his own feelings. Instead of rubbing salt in the wound, Josh is quick to assure Seungcheol that he won’t go forward with the setup before bringing his attention to his next schedule.

If only that would’ve helped him get his mind off of you.

Seungcheol is distracted during his meetings. These very large feelings are at the forefront of his mind, and they don’t fade in the slightest even as the day goes on. He starts to go over every time you’ve smiled at him in that sweet way you do. His heart jumps whenever he thinks back to those memories.

He can’t help but feel like an idiot for being so blind to his own feelings.

Things don’t feel the same when he goes home. When he finds you helping his son with his homework, all these feelings hit him at once. It’s almost funny how he never noticed the burning feeling in his chest. You’re so sweet and attentive and entirely focused on Taehyun that you don’t notice his presence. A tender smile takes over his face.

Briefly, Seungcheol thinks he wouldn’t mind coming home and seeing this lovely sight every day.

He only snaps out of his daydreams when you raise your head and stand up to greet him with a kind smile. “Mr. Choi. You’re back early.”

Seungcheol, he wants to say. Call me Seungcheol.

“Dad!”

He’s quickly distracted when he feels a small body collide with his legs. Seungcheol’s heart swells with affection as he bends down to pick up his son. Taehyun giggles happily as he wraps his small arms around his father’s neck.

Being so endeared by the sight of your boss hugging his son and peppering his little face with kisses isn’t anything new. It’s so cute that you can feel a goofy smile slowly form on your face. In the back of your mind, you know exactly why this overt fondness is clinging to your heart. But in this moment in time, you’re not willing to unpack the inappropriate feelings you have for your boss

Seungcheol doesn’t make it easy, though. For some reason he insists on helping you prepare dinner. He’s strangely eager, and you can’t really reject his offer to help. It’s both exciting and nerve-wracking to spend time with your sexy boss like this since he usually only talks to you about Taehyun.

You can’t take your eyes off Seungcheol as he rolls up his sleeves and puts on a spare apron. It’s unfair that he looks as good as he does, and you can barely keep your calm when he starts to wash the vegetables you bought in the morning. His actions feel so domestic and so sweet that you have to try your hardest to act like you’re not enjoying it as much as you are.

“I hope Taehyun didn’t wear you out too much.” Your boss says as you start to chop the freshly washed vegetables. “He’s had a lot of energy lately.”

“That’s normal for boys his age.” You say kindly. “And Taehyun’s very well-behaved, especially compared to kids his own age. You’ve raised him well, Mr. Choi.”

Seungcheol beams at the compliment, embracing the fluttering he feels in his torso and chest. Briefly, he thinks that you don’t give yourself enough credit. After all, you’ve helped raise his son more than anyone.

“In that case, I hope you can join us for dinner.”

His invitation shouldn’t make you feel the way it does. You swallow thickly, chopping movements slowing as you contemplate your answer. It’s not like you’ve never had dinner with the a father-son duo, but it was always on the insistence of Taehyun. But now that Seungcheol was the one asking, you didn’t know what to do.

Up until now, you had been very careful to not overstep the boundaries your boss had set in place by your boss, and you couldn’t understand why the same man who hated when people didn’t remain professional and respect his boundaries was asking you to do just that. Given that your big fat crush is extremely hard to hide, you’re sure that putting some distance between you two is the right thing to do.

But with the way Seungcheol’s shining eyes are imploringly staring at you, it’s hard to think of a reason to reject his invitation.

“Mr. Choi.” You say nervously as you two begin to set up the dinner table. “I... I have something to tell you.”

His gaze is intent, and you try to remain as calm as possible. “Since you won’t be able to attend Taehyun’s play, I’m going to watch him instead.”

“You?”

Your boss’s expression is unreadable, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Still, you soldier on and try to pretend you’re not as intimidated as you are.

“Yes. It’s something that’s important to me, and I hope you don’t mind me being there for him.”

If Seungcheol had any doubts about his feelings, he definitely didn’t now. To think that you would care so much about his son warms his heart and further cements what he already knew about you. He gives you a smile, heart bursting with affection. “I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you’ll be able to be there to watch my son.”

Honestly, Josh had managed to rework his schedule so he could see the play and surprise Taehyun, but surprising the both of you was good too.

Somehow, you manage to conceal the shock you feel. You didn’t think he would agree so easily, let alone be pleased with the idea. Instead of questioning it any further, you only thank the skies that he didn’t react angrily.

It’s hard to pretend that eating together doesn’t fill you with a copious amount of joy. Listening to Taehyun tell you all about how he can count higher than his best friend while you and Seungcheol praise him makes you feel like you’re part of their family. Maybe it’s wrong or even delusional, but you can’t help wanting to have this dynamic with them indefinitely.

“You’re leaving already?”

Taehyun is looking up at you with his large doe eyes, and you can’t help but break down a little on the inside at the disappointment they hold.

“I’ll be back tom—”

“Stay.” Seungcheol says, walking towards you. “I could really use your help putting this little monster to sleep.”

Ignoring the blatant domesticity of reading Taehyun a bedtime story together is near impossible. It gets even worse when your boss insists you stay until his son falls asleep. You almost feel like you’ve been dropped in an alternate universe when you’re ready to leave and your boss stops you again.

“Let me take you home.” Seungcheol says as you’re gathering your things. “Please.”

It’s not fair that he can seem so cute while saying this to you, and despite your better judgement, you say yes all while knowing that it’s not going to help you squash the onslaught of emotions in your chest.

Something was up with your boss.

You’re not sure why he was acting like he had gotten body snatched, but truthfully, you can’t say that you hate it. Having breakfast and dinner with him and Taehyun was something you loved more than you let show. This warm, mushy feeling always wrapped itself around you and clung on to you every time it happened despite it having become part of your routine.

The change is significant, and you can tell you’re not the only one who’s noticed. Josh had made a few teasing remarks, but never blatantly said what you knew he was thinking. (He was the first to know about your not-so-little crush on your boss so it wasn’t really surprising.) Of course, Taehyun had also noticed, although he was much more vocal about it.

“Dad, you always smile so big when all us eat together.”

The blush that dusts your boss’s cheeks is absolutely adorable, and you can barely keep a straight face when Seungcheol clears his throat to answer his son. “That’s because it makes me happy.”

It’s not fair that he can say something like that so casually and like it doesn’t literally make your entire heart pulse with affection. Somehow, you manage to keep all your feelings tampered down so they don’t show.

And for the most part it works. Until the day of Taehyun’s play, that is.

Seungcheol had assured you that supporting his son in his stead was definitely not crossing the line, but it was near impossible from feeling like that’s exactly what you were doing. It doesn’t help that you feel so out of place among the parents, either. To be fair, none of them were paying you any attention. You were just too in your head.

After fighting with your inexplicable anxiousness, you decided to just silently go to the auditorium without being noticed. This plan would’ve gone well if an unfamiliar voice hadn’t loudly called out your full government name, drawing the attention of many of the gathered parents. A woman who you recognized to be the principal’s wife approaches you with a tight-lipped smile.

Mrs. Ren looks you up and down, the condescending smile on her face widening impossibly. “I didn’t realize you were going to be here.”

Her attitude didn’t surprise you since many of the other moms had commented about her being very attracted to your boss. Apparently she had staked this weird claim on him despite being married, and no one dared to go against her because of who she was. Clearly, she didn’t like that you were overstepping the duties of a typical nanny.

Not that you cared, but having so many eyes on you was unsettling.

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” You challenged, not daring to back down. “Taehyun is family, after all.”

You don’t miss the quiet gasps or the angry widening of Mrs. Ren’s eyes. Honestly, you had no idea why you blurted that out even though that’s how you really felt about the cute little boy you took care of.

“So, it’s true?” The woman behind her exclaimed in shock. “You’re really going to marry Seungcheol?”

Woah. Wait. What?

You can feel your eyes get big as this unknown woman goes on about how she knew her husband hadn’t lied to her. There was no time to fully process her words because Mrs. Ren practically had steam coming out of her ears as she sneered at you.

“You?” The principal's wife screeched. “You’re engaged to Choi Seungcheol?”

It’s almost funny how unreasonably angry you know she’s gotten, but you’re too thrown off by the entire situation to laugh. You decide to clear up this absurd claim before it can go any further.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”

You cut yourself off when a strong hand is gently placed on your waist. The warmth of a muscular body pressed against your side has you looking over to see none other than your hot boss, and you have to stop yourself from flinching because he looks absolutely livid. His presence makes you feel relieved and mortified all at the same time which leaves you feeling confused. But damn, does that mean glare look attractive on him.

“I didn’t expect this reaction from you, Mrs. Ren.” His cold tone sends shivers down your spine. “Are you not happy that I’ve finally decided to settle down again?”

The entire situation feels like a bizarre dream, and you can only be sure it’s not because of the very real heat coming from Seungcheol’s hand (which is still firmly on your waist). You can barely fathom the fact that Choi Seungcheol is actually lying about being engaged to you to help you save face, and you don’t know if you’re more embarrassed or charmed at this point.

“Tha-That’s not it!” She splutters, red in the face. “I was just surprised because I didn’t know you were dating again in the first place!”

It’s a lame excuse, one that doesn’t seem to satisfy your boss. “I’m sure that was it. There’s no way you would bear any ill will toward my family, right?”

You feel like you might actually swoon at his words. To hear him refer to you as his family makes an unmistakable warmth spread through your body. Sure, he was only doing it to help you, but still. The intention alone was enough to make your heart race.

The face Mrs. Ren makes looks like she’s seconds away from bursting with anger and mortification. How she manages to answer Seungcheol calmly is beyond you. “Of course not.”

“Good.”

His hand falls from your waist and grabs your own. It takes all your willpower to not melt into a puddle of mush as he starts to guide you away from the prying eyes. You let him drag you along, mind too full of rampant thoughts to really process what just happened.

“Seungcheol!” A voice calls. “Wait!”

You both stop, turning to see the woman from before. She gives your boss a devious smirk as she stops in front of you two, seemingly pleased.

“Aren’t you two a match made in heaven.” She says, grin getting bigger with every word. “Keeping this little affair a secret. When Jeonghan told me about it, I didn’t believe it since I haven’t seen you two together, but with the way you looked swooped in like Prince Charming—”

As she trails off with a swoon, you realize that she’s Yoon Minji, wife of your boss’s lifelong friend and business associate. Your mind is so muddled that you barely catch her invite you both to dinner before leaving to go find a seat.

After she leaves, Seungcheol keeps guiding you to the auditorium without saying a word. The silence is painful, but you’re forced to endure it since you don’t know what to say. Thanking him for helping you would be a good start, but then you don’t know if you’d be able to hold yourself back from asking why the wife of his best friend thought you two were engaged to be married.

“Y/N.” Seungcheol says your name softly as you two stop just outside the doors that lead to the auditorium. “Once again, I want to thank you for coming. I know it’s going to mean a lot to Taehyun that you came to watch him.”

The way you look at him with your pretty eyes makes Seungcheol want to kiss you senseless. His heart is beating fiercely in his chest, and he wonders how he could’ve never noticed these intense feelings before. The smile you give him is blinding, and he wishes that look would remain on your face forever.

“I’m happy to be here, and I know that it’s going to mean the world to Tae that you were able to make it.”

Seungcheol swallows thickly. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened back there. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable with what I said.”

His gaze is so tender that you feel your breath hitch. You’re heart is beating like it’s about to jump out and jump right into Seungcheol’s hands. Unsurprisingly, that’s where it feels like it’s been for the past year. You’re snapped out of your intrusive thoughts when you realize that you’re still holding hands. Neither of you make a move to let go.

“You didn’t.” You’re quick to assure him. “I’m actually really grateful that you helped me. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.”

“Never.”

His smile is so pretty it makes you want to do unspeakable things to him, and you have to remind yourself of where you’re at and who you are. That reminder does little to squash the fire burning fiercely in your chest, though. Especially when Seungcheol guides you inside the auditorium, hand still wrapped around yours.

Seungcheol didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he was about to enter the kitchen, your phone was on the counter and on speaker. It was inevitable that he heard his assistant’s voice as he spoke to you. He might’ve given you the privacy you deserved had he not caught what you two were talking about.

“How have you still not found something?” Josh’s concerned voice booms through the phone. “Your lease literally ends in two weeks.”

Originally, you had planned to move into a nice apartment building not too far from your job, but that fell through when you found out the prices had gone up significantly in the last month. It’s not like you were underpaid or anything (Seungcheol was very generous and the benefits were nothing short of impressive), but living there would mean spending more than half of your check on just rent alone. And as generous as your boss was, you know you could never bring yourself to ask for a raise.

“Everything I’ve looked at is either in a sketchy neighborhood or looks like it’ll need serious repairs.” You sigh as you start wiping down the stove. “I’m starting to think I should’ve never rejected Mr. Choi’s offer of being a live-in nanny.”

“Just tell him you changed your mind.” Josh says like it wouldn’t be a big deal. “He might give you the best room in the employee house. You know the one with the balcony!”

You disregard his teasing tone and scowl. “There’s no way I’m going to backtrack now. Do you know how humiliated I’ll be when he tells me no? I’ll have to quit right then and there!”

Even though you can’t see your friend, you can easily picture him rolling his eyes. “What do you plan on doing then?”

You pout at the phone. “Can’t I just live with you and Junhui? Your place is so nice.”

“You’ll have to stay in the living room, and you won’t have anywhere to put your things.”

Seungcheol sees your shoulders slump, and he has to stop himself from walking into the kitchen and taking you into his arms. He can only watch helplessly as you sigh quietly before responding in a voice that sounds too dejected for his liking.

“Maybe I’ll just move back in with my parents.”

This might’ve made Seungcheol feel better had his assistant not cut in with the obvious flaws in your plan. “Won’t the commute be too much, though? You can’t do that every day. Not with how early and late you have to work.”

There’s a pause, and then the next words that come out of Josh’s mouth make Seungcheol feel like someone punched him in the stomach.

“Unless you’re planning on resigning.”

Your silence makes the feeling in his stomach worsen, and your response doesn’t make him feel all that better. “Well, no, but... I don’t know. Maybe I’ll have to.”

Seungcheol slowly backs away, heart thumping irregularly in his chest. The thought of you quitting and no longer being in his life is more devastating than he could’ve imagined. It torments him and leaves him feeling cold.

For the rest of the evening, he can’t get his mind off the conversation he heard or how it leaves him feeling.

Even as he lays in his bed in the middle of the night, he can’t stop thinking about it. He goes over the situation over and over in his head until he finally decides that he can’t give you up, selfish as his reasons may be. All Seungcheol has to do is make sure his son won’t have an issue with what he’s planning to do.

“Taehyun.” He says softly as he’s tucks his son into bed alone for the first time in months. “You like Y/N, don’t you?”

The way the little boy vigorously nods his head makes his heart warm. “Yeah! She’s nice and pretty and I like when she calls me Tae!”

Seungcheol swallows, feeling more nervous than ever. “Then... how would you feel about her being around more often?”

Taehyun blinks slowly, weary eyes looking at his dad questioningly. As always, his son is silently asking to explain and get to the point. It’s hard to suppress a smile when he does things that remind Seungcheol how similar they are.

“What I mean is... would you like it if Y/N came to live here with us?”

It’s a relief when his son springs up, eyes shining with unadulterated excitement. “Y/N is going to live with us?” His happiness is evident. “Really?”

Seungcheol smiles tenderly, reaching over to ruffle his hair.

“I have to ask her first, but if she says yes, then she’ll come stay with us—as long as that’s something you want.”

“I do want it!” Taehyun says, bouncing on his knees. “Then we can all live together like a family!”

Yes, Seungcheol thinks as he affectionately caresses his son’s face. Like a family.

The next morning, you’re surprised to see your boss still hasn’t left for work even when you’re ready to take Taehyun to school. It’s even more surprising when he suggests you all go together. You can’t deny the request since Taehyun is all too happy to have you both take him to school.

It’s hard to ignore the stares you’re getting as you and Seungcheol walk Taehyun into the school. He’s holding both your hands, happily swinging them and talking animatedly. Funnily enough, the young boy manages to make the nerves you feel disappear with his infectious smile. You can easily disregard the gawking and whispers after seeing how happy your boss’s son is.

Seungcheol also doesn’t seem to mind the attention you two are attracting. He acts like his impassive self even as he’s driving you back to the mansion. The entire time he’s really just thinking of the best way to ask you to live with him and his son. Even though he knows you most likely won't say no, he still feels nervous.

“Y/N.” He says as he pulls into his long driveway. “Before you go, I have a request.”

You feel nervous, but manage to plaster a smile on your face. “Yes, sir?”

Seungcheol feels as if his heart jumped up into his throat. “Well, you see... my schedule is going to change drastically these next few months. I’m going to be working earlier and coming home much later. There are also be times where I’ll have to leave the city for business for extended periods of time.”

You’re not saying anything, and he knows he has to get to the point quickly.

“I was going to request that you come live with Taehyun and I during this time. It’ll be more convenient for everyone this way. I hope you’ll consider it.”

At this moment, your boss looks so earnest that you aren’t sure how to adequately express the influx of emotions you’re suddenly feeling. It all feels like a dream to you that you begin to wonder if his words are actually real. Either way, the warmth seeping into your bones pushes you to give the handsome man in front of you an answer.

“Yes, of course I will.”

Every time you wake up and find yourself in a luxurious room, you feel like you’ve been dropped in the middle of a blissful dream. Weeks have gone by, but it still feels unreal. Unlike your expectations, your boss moved you into the main house and gave you the room right across from his. It was hard to not let your fantasizing mind wander despite knowing he had done it out of convenience and nothing else.

Your life continues to be stuck in a routine until Taehyun goes to visit his grandparents. It’s strange without him around, and unsurprisingly, you begin to miss him after the first day. Your boss insists that you can take the week off and have it for yourself, but you still have no desire to actually do anything.

Seungcheol notices your listless attitude and feels determined to change it.

“Tonight?”

“You don’t want to?”

The way Seungcheol is looking like a pouty puppy is not good for your heart. Although you really don’t feel like going to dinner with Minji and Jeonghan, you can’t say no to the adorably hot man in front of you.

“No, it’s not that, I just—” You’re flustered, but don’t want him to think you don’t want to go with him. “They still think we’re engaged, right?”

You almost regret asking because Seungcheol’s hopeful look slowly fades away and is replaced by poorly concealed dejection. “Yeah. Sorry. I still haven’t cleared things up. We don’t have to go if that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t mind.” You tell him truthfully. “I just didn’t want it to seem like I was crossing the line.”

Seungcheol has to physically restrain himself from falling to his knees and telling you that you’re the only person who’s allowed to cross the line with him. Instead he manages to smile at you like he’s not physically dying inside. “You’re not.”

As you’re walking in to what seems to be like one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, you’re glad you spend a good fifteen minutes deciding on the perfect thing to wear. Seungcheol had seemed to like it, at least. His eyes were practically sparkling when he’d seen you.

It’s hard to ignore this intense pressure you feel when you sit down at the table. Minji and Jeonghan greet you amicably like you’re one of their old friends, but you know it’s only because they think you’re engaged to Seungcheol which you most definitely are not.

Luckily, the conversation flows naturally and smoothly until Jeonghan asks a question that leaves you without a single thing to say.

“I need to know the story of how you two fell in love because this man is not one who crosses the line with his employees.”

You’d like to know the same thing yourself. Not that Seungcheol was actually in love with you or had actually done that much to push past these rules he had set, but he’d done more than you ever believed him capable of doing.

“I can’t really remember how it happened.” Seungcheol says honestly. “After a while, I found myself excited to go home and see her. Every time she smiled at me, I felt like my heart was going to explode. When she went home, I missed her even though I knew she was coming back. Eventually, I realized that I couldn’t picture my life without her in it.”

You’re staring. You know you are, but you can’t help it. He sounds so sincere with those shimmering eyes of his, and you feel like your own heart is on the verge of exploding. Even though it’s all an act, you start to feel those familiar butterflies invade your stomach and chest.

“Oh my god!” Minji squeals, slapping her husband’s arm repeatedly. “How cute is that? I swear you guys make me want a love like yours.”

As Jeonghan lets out an offended noise and starts to list off all the romantic and extravagant things he’s done in order to show Minji his love, you can only laugh along and pretend like your boss’s words didn’t affect you as much as they did.

When you get back home, your heart is still unable to let go of those sweet words. Even as you walk up to your room with Seungcheol still by your side, you can’t let them go despite knowing he didn’t mean them.

Now that it’s time to say goodnight, you feel strange parting ways even though he’ll literally be in the room across from yours. “I had a really good time tonight. Thanks for inviting me.”

“I’m glad you had a good time. I was kind of worried you weren’t going to.”

You always had a good time when you were with him, not that you would dare to say that out loud.

“You really surprised me, Mr Choi. I had no idea you were such a good actor.”

You had expected him to laugh, but instead he only looks at you with a somber gaze. “I told you to call me Seungcheol.”

His voice comes out so authoritative that it makes your insides clench, and his lidded gaze makes your heart leap up into your throat. You manage to find your voice even though it comes out a bit weak. “But we’re not pretending anymore...”

His gaze sharpens. “I’ve never pretended to love you.”

His words hang in the air, and they shock you so much that they make you unconsciously give into his request from before. “Seungcheol.” You say breathlessly.

The way his name rolls off your tongue makes his heart stutter, and he briefly thinks he could listen to you say his name forever. Both your eyes are burning fiercely with this emotion that has been blatant to all those around you. Except this time you can both see it.

You’re not sure who makes the first move, but suddenly his mouth is covering yours, tongue licking along your bottom lip. The feeling is electric, and you throw all your inhibitions to the wind as you pull Seungcheol closer.

Your heart is pounding fiercely as you two stumble into his room, pulling off the the clothes you’re wearing, touching each other desperately as if you think this moment might end at any moment. It won’t though, and you become conscious of that fact as you’re laying on the softest sheets you’ve ever felt, completely naked.

Seungcheol is gazing at you with so much affection and want that it makes you feel like he plans to eat you up. He kisses along your inner thighs, gently licking and biting at your soft skin. His warm hands caress the outside of your thighs, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin.

“So pretty.”

You can feel your breath hitch in anticipation as his hands smooth down your inner thighs until he’s pressing two fingers against your aching clit. It’s dizzying the way Seungcheol rubs it in gentle circles that have you squirming and gasping in pleasure. His heated gaze flickers between your face and your dripping cunt, not wanting to miss the sight of you falling apart under him.

“Look at how wet you are, sweetheart. All for me.”

His voice has a possessive edge to it as he grinds down on the bed, hard cock rubbing uselessly against the sheets. The pleasure is minimal, and Seungcheol has to hold back a whine at the lack of relief.

“Please.” You mewl, shifting your hips up slightly.

Seungcheol keeps his dark eyes on you to make sure you’re watching him. He presses a soft kiss to your pulsing clit, and he has to groan when he sees you clench around nothing. The featherlight touch has you feeling so desperate and lightheaded that you’re unable to stop the wanton mewl that tumbles past your lips. “Seungcheol.”

Your voice is so needy and sweet that Seungcheol lets out a moan of his own before he dips his head between your thighs. The moan you let out is loud as he starts to suck and lick at your aching bud. His movements are smooth and gentle somehow, and it’s not long before you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten.

Seungcheol is groaning and panting into your cunt as he laps up every bit of your juices. He’s eating you out like a starved man, and you love every second of it. The way he grabs your thighs and pulls your wet cunt closer to his mouth makes your head swim. One of your hands finds his hair while the other trails up your body to cup your tit. You pull and pinch at the taut nipple with a loud moan of Seungcheol’s name.

The sweet moans you’re letting out as Seungcheol spreads your slick all over your cunt makes his cock throb in anticipation. He wonders what you’ll sound like when he finally has his dick inside you. Your grip on his hair tightens when he circles his tongue on your puffy bud. The cute whines falling from your lips become louder as his he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

“So sweet.” Seungcheol groans against your dripping cunt. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Your pussy clenches around his tongue so tightly that it almost feels like it could be pulled off his mouth. But your moans and mewls coax him to keep going, loving the way you’re starting to blubber incoherently. “Fuh-Fuck! Feels so good...”

The way you take an awkward pause makes Seungcheol lift his head questioningly. Your whine of protest has his leaking cock throbbing almost painfully. “What is it?”

Your face feels hot, and you’re so lost in your pleasure that it pushes you to tell him the truth. “Can... Can I call you daddy?”

Seungcheol smashes his hot face back into your cunt, cock aching painfully. “Call me whatever you want, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

His tongue and lips are massaging your swollen clit, and all you can do is throw your head back and arch your back to grind your hot cunt harder onto his mouth. It almost feels like too much, but strangely also like not enough at the same time.

“O-Oh, fuck! Daddy!”

The loud cry you let out as you squirt all over Seungcheol’s face makes him let out a guttural moan of his own. His entire chin and mouth is covered with your sweet juices, and he continues to lap it up like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted—which you are.

Seungcheol sits up, licking his lips until he can’t taste you anymore. His grin is devious but also so hot. He’s gently caressing your still-quivering thighs, and you feel like you can faint from how much you’re enjoying it.

Then, your eyes drift down to his huge cock. It’s possibly the biggest one you've ever seen, and also the prettiest. You lick your own lips before looking back up at at his face. The way he’s looking at you with his dark eyes has you clenching around nothing.

“You’re okay to keep going?”

God, he’s so fucking sweet that you just want to fuck him until he can’t talk. You nod desperately, opening your legs wider.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

Your mouth drops open in a quiet moan when you feel Seungcheol’s thick cock push into your cunt with a lewd, wet sound. His large hands smooth down your thighs, squeezing and caressing so tenderly that it has your pussy clenching down on his throbbing dick. He swoops down to swallow your moan, lips messily colliding with yours.

His thrusts are so deep and slow that all you can do is gasp into his mouth. The fat tip of his cock is hitting your sweet spot so sharply that you have to buck your hips up to meet his movements. Seungcheol starts to trail his lips along your jaw and neck, gently nipping and kissing at the soft skin. The lewd squelch coming from your pussy is driving him insane. His entire cock is coated with your juices, and he’s never feel better than he does now.

“Fuck, angel. Look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well.” His voice is dizzying, and all you can do is cry out in pleasure.

Seungcheol leans back, just watching you writhe under him. You’re so pretty as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing him until it feels almost hard to move. His hand slowly trails down between your bodies, and you let out a loud moan of his name when he starts to roll your puffy clit with his long fingers.

White cream coats his entire length, leaving a milky ring at the base of his cock. You wetly gasp out his name, your nails digging into his forearms, but Seungcheol is relentless. He’s like a hungry beast as he pounds into your gushing hole and all you can do is desperately try to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, look how you’re soaking daddy’s cock, baby. Making such a mess.” He groans, feeling your slick dripping down to his heavy balls.

You can only moan loudly for him to keep fucking you, already drunk on the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Seungcheol spits on your throbbing cunt, mixing in with your juices that are coating his dick. His bulbous tip is slamming against the spongy spot that has you seeing stars, forcing more slick out of you with every harsh thrust.

The coil in the pit of your stomach is close to snapping, and your mouth drops open as your thighs begin to tremble again.

“Fuh-Fuck, daddy! Love your big dick!”

His tantalizing smirk is so hot to you, and it makes you clench down on his cock and release another stream of slick. Seungcheol moans, eager to feel you cream on his cock like he’s dreamed of countless times. It just takes him angling his hips just right for his wish to come true.

Your toes curl in pleasure, a loud moan of his name tearing from your throats as a rush of wetness escapes you. Of course, Seungcheol keeps pounding you, roughly fucking you through one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cream all over my cock.” His voice rasps, thick with lust and adoration.

A thick white ring is at the base of his cock, slowly smearing down to his heavy sack. The sight is driving Seungcheol wild, almost as wild as the sight of your glistening folds stretching around him. “Give me another one, baby. I know you can.”

“Fuck, please.” Your cry. “Fill me up with your cum, daddy!”

It’s like something inside Seungcheol snaps when he hears your pleas. In an abrupt movement, he presses your legs to your chest and starts to pound into your hot cunt. Your tight walls are sucking him in like they’re also begging to be painted with his seed.

“You want my cum, angel?” Seungcheol coos, gently caressing your soft legs as he slams his cock into your sweet spot, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Want me to fill you up until you’re carrying my baby, give Taehyun a little sibling?”

“Please!” You mewl when you feel his cock throb inside you. “Want to make you a daddy again. Stuff me full of your cum!”

Your voice is breathless and a little whiny, and Seungcheol feels like you’re making him lose his mind. “Fuck, baby. I’ll give it to you then. I’ll fill you up until I’m all you can feel.”

You continue to beg him for his cum, telling him how much you need it in your cunt. The more he fucks you, the less you can form actual words. Every fantasy you’ve had feels so dull compared to the real thing. All the times you’ve gotten off to the image of him fucking you or had wet dreams about him were absolutely obscene and filthy. Somehow, the reality was much better.

A rush of euphoria overwhelms you when you feel Seungcheol spills his cum directly against your cervix. You wrap your legs around him to make sure his cum goes as deep as possible. His hot load fills you up, painting every inch of your sensitive walls as he slowly rolls his hips into you.

You yank him down for a messy kiss, so desperate and needy for him that you don’t care about anything else. “Don’t stop, daddy.”

Seungcheol fucks his cum into you, wanting to mark you from the inside out now that he has you. He can feel your mixed releases slowly seep out of you, and he carnally thinks he’s going have to fill you up again so he can be sure he’s bred you properly.

Your hot cunt is throbbing almost painfully, bordering on that delicious burn of being overstimulated. But you’re still hungry for more. So when he releases you from the press he had you in, you roll over and stick your ass out at him. You look back, satisfied when you see his dark eyes are on your sloppy pussy that’s dripping with his cum.

“Keep fucking me, daddy. Want more of your cum.”

That’s all it takes for Seungcheol to plunge back into your tight cunt, pounding into you like a savage beast. His leaking tip slams into your spongy spot repeatedly, making you cry out in absolute ecstasy. His big balls are slapping against your sensitive nub, adding to the mind-blurring pleasure you’re feeling.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your little cunt is still so fucking tight after being stretched open and bred.” Seungcheol growls, hands squeezing and slapping your ass as it bounces against his pelvis. “Creaming and dripping all over this cock, making a mess again.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he keeps fucking you with feral precision. “Fuck, daddy! So good!”

Seungcheol can feel your hot cunt clamping down on him again, and he lets out a deep moan. “Come for me again, baby. Show daddy just how good he’s making you feel.”

You can only mewl and whine, too list in the pleasure his big cock is providing you. Seungcheol’s thrusts become impossibly rougher and sharper. It feels like he’s rearranging your guts with how he’s pulling your pliant body to meet the snapping of his hips.

“Daddy!” You squeal in shock when he flips you on your side before hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and continues to fuck you mercilessly.

This new angle stretches your sore cunt more while exposing it to the cool air. You can only imagine how filthy you look down there, but Seungcheol seems to love it. All the pleasure your feelings is driving you insane, and you can only feel an insane amount of pleasure taking over your mind.

“Come inside me, daddy!” You moan wantonly, desperate to feel his hot cum fill you up again.

His soaked cock throbs inside you, eager to release inside your tight pussy. “Want me to? You that desperate to be a mommy, baby?”

When you nod desperately, he focuses on making you come again so he can give you what you both want. Seungcheol gives you one sharp thrust before he leans back slightly to watch you squirt and cover his lower half in your release. Your body gently convulses as quiet mewls pour from your mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.” Seungcheol groans as he keeps fucking into your hot cunt. “Can’t get enough of you.”

He keeps slamming in and out of your wet pussy desperately, eager for his own release. Seungcheol comes with a yell of your name, spilling his hot cum deep inside you and pumping you full. His cum spurts along your sore walls until it feels like there’s no room for more of it. It seeps out around his cock, leaking down to your ass and his heavy balls.

Seungcheol doesn’t slow down. The oversensitivity you’re both feeling makes him more ravenous. He obsessed with the sight of you trembling on his cock, caught between begging for a break and pleading for more. He fucks his cum into you, desperate to make it go as deep as possible.

Wet noises seep into your foggy mind, playing dully in the background to your muddles thoughts of sex and Seungcheol. He’s successfully fucked you stupid, and you’ve never felt better than you did now. Your cunt is filled to the brim, his seed coating your every inch of your core. At some point, his thrusts slowed into thorough grinds, sticky strings of arousal and cum connecting your most intimate parts.

Seungcheol doesn’t pull out. Instead he collapses next to you and tugs you closer. He shoves his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent as he feels raw cock throb inside you.

You hug him closer to you, gently caressing his hair. It’s a peaceful silence that fills the room, and you were close to drifting off to sleep until a thought occurs to you.

“Can I ask you something?”

Seungcheol nuzzles deeper into you, pressing a wet kiss on your soft skin. “Anything.”

“Why did Jeonghan think we were engaged in the first place?” You wonder, thinking it would be fine to ask this much since you have his cock and cum inside you.

There’s a pregnant pause until Seungcheol pulls back and looks at you with a slight pout. “That idiot wanted to set you up with his cousin. I had no other choice but to tell him you were already mine.”

You actually laugh, not believing this was the same man who told you to never overstep the boundaries he had. His pout is still there, and you lean in to kiss it right off his face. It’s languid and gentle, and leaves you feeling dizzy.

“Fine, but I still expect an actual ring.”

Seungcheol hugs you tighter, wondering if it’s too soon to show you the little black box he has in his nightstand.

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BOY NEXT DOOR 9 - ( c.s )

part eight

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- angst, swearing, i think that’s it

a/n: i’m back my little goblins let’s get it!!!! part ten of this series will be the final part, and then i plan on writing an ‘epilogue’ type chapter to wrap it all up. i’m hoping to have them up as quickly as possible, but ive been absolutely slammed so im sorry if it takes me a minute. i love u always and i’ve missed being on here so i hope you enjoy <3

(if you asked to be tagged in the last part and weren’t tagged it’s bcs it wouldn’t let me!! i’m so sorry i tried my hardest)

to be let down, you have to expect something from someone. it’s a mistake you’ve made far too frequently in your years on earth, especially in college, but this time around the grief is debilitating.

you spend the rest of your weekend locked inside your room, attempting to sleep away the heartbreak. somehow dreaming almost makes it worse; for a second you’re able to forget about being completely humiliated, until you wake up in reality once more.

it doesn’t help that chris has been absolutely blowing up your phone since the moment you left. every call and text goes unanswered. it’s impossible to read them, so most of the time you don’t.

hell, you can’t even open your curtains because you’re too scared that he’ll be looking back at you when you do. so you block out the sunlight, ensuring that your room matches your dreary feelings.

you figure he’ll give up on trying to talk to you eventually. you’re not different. he’s not different. and once chris regains that pride of his, he’ll go right back to fucking some other girl he won’t care about half as much.

thoughts like those make you cry even harder, as much as you hate it. but you know the disinterest will wash over him sooner or later, and you resent that inevitable day.

cassidy and ramona check on you pretty much every other hour. it makes you feel even worse that they’re so concerned, but neither of them have ever seen you like this. at least not since freshman year, when you dated an upperclassman for a couple months just for him to dump you over text.

even that heartache was relatively short-lived. but this pain follows you into the week, trailing behind you like a shadow you can’t get rid of. it sits beside you in class, curls up next to you in bed, weighs your shoulders down whenever you walk.

it feels like you’re struggling to stay afloat, to even act like a real human anymore. chris consumes your brain, and so do the ‘what if’s’ of your situation. it makes the week drag on, even though you try to spend most of it asleep.

to make matters worse, his multiple notifications continue with a routine consistency, almost like clockwork. you figured he’d already be over it, but he clearly doesn’t want to make himself easy to forget.

you have to admit that you’re glad his persistence lasted at least this long, even if it’s for selfish reasons. you’re disgusted that the attention satisfies you, but it’s not an unwelcome change considering all you’ve been feeling lately is queasy.

still, you don’t read them, or pick up when he calls. you can’t hear his voice, because you know it’ll absolutely break you.

and then finally, on friday, you see him in the flesh. you’re walking home from your bus stop after the only lecture you managed to get to that day, and there he is, getting out of his car.

your throat seizes up; there’s no way to avoid this. it’s easy to ice someone out over text, but it’s a hell of a lot harder when he’s your neighbor.

before you can snap your head away he’s turning to look in your direction, eyes equally as wide as yours once the recognition washes over him. he looks like shit, and yet he’s still so goddamn beautiful it makes you physically sick.

for a brief moment, everything stops. you just stare at each other.

chris takes in you in, the way you look noticeably drained. he feels that familiar nauseous pang in his stomach flare up, knowing that he stole the spark from your eyes.

the worst part is that you’ll never look at him with that fire again. there’s nothing he can do to bring it back now, no way to reverse the past.

then—before he can decide what to do in the present—you break the spell, cutting through your other neighbor’s lawn to get to your front porch. everything in him wants to run after you, so much so that he has to physically restrain himself.

you hear him calling after you, and something about him shouting your name stirs the tears awake once more. but you make it through the door before they fall, because you can’t show any more vulnerability than you already have.

getting inside doesn’t mean that you make it up the stairs, though. the physical and emotional exhaustion catches up to you, and you collapse around halfway through your blurry climb to your room.

your elbows dig into your kneecaps, hands holding your head while you sob. it seems impossible to catch your breath, or calm down in the slightest, and your cries only grow louder.

normally you’d be careful about the noise, but there’s no one to hide from right now. nobody is home. it’s just you and your thoughts, which, as always, are full of him.

you may be able to push him out of your life, but you have a feeling he’ll be lingering in the corners of your mind forever.

the post-game locker room mood is completely miserable tonight. after that last minute loss and the thirty minute bitch-session they just endured from their coach, it honestly should be.

chris barely even has his skates off before his teammates are all over him, which he expected but still dreaded.

his head’s not in it, and everybody knows.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, man? it’s like you’re not even awake out there.” one of the team’s leading defensemen, luke, yanks him up by his jersey roughly.

for a second he pauses, setting his jaw and puffing his chest out slightly. the accusation, though it’s not completely untrue, pisses him off.

so much so that chris retaliates by shoving him back to his rightful place a foot away. “get the hell off of me, man.”

luke looks like he’s ready to jump into action again, but connor steps in between before anything else can happen. he’s also very visibly angry, a side that doesn’t come out often.

and just because he stopped a physical fight from breaking out doesn’t mean he’s going to stay silent. “he’s right. you’re playing like shit, and we‘re way too far into the season to be blowing it now, especially with selection show right around the corner.”

chris can feel his blood is boiling at this point, knowing that even his roommate is going to support this kind of disrespect towards his own captain. the rest of the team is watching silently, but he can’t find it anywhere in himself to care.

the words have already bubbled up, and he won’t hold them back anymore.

“oh come on, it’s not like anyone else was stepping up! dylan turned the puck over every other play, ben was offside during that odd man rush, and don’t even get me started on you and the high sticking penalty that just lost us that fucking game.” he shoves his pointer finger against connor’s chest for emphasis, trying to make sure his criticism stings as much as possible.

but his friend is quick to swat his hand away, shaking his head once sharply.

“no, you don’t get to turn it on everyone else. you lost it for us during that sorry excuse of a penalty kill. you let that little UMass shit go right by you, which is why he had a wide open shot to score the game winner. you’ve been making dumb mistakes like that for two weeks now, and we all know why.”

that implication is enough to send chris over the edge, because nobody has the right to mention what happened between you and him. knowing about the situation doesn’t mean they should get to speak on it.

he can feel his fingernails digging into his palms, both hands balled into tight fists at his side. the anger coursing through his body makes him shake ever so slightly, almost like he’s humming.

“keep going and i’ll bust your fucking face in.” chris says, voice eerily calm despite the fact that his body is screaming.

but connor doesn’t back down; he stands tall with an unwavering gaze that’s more serious than ever before. “you gotta grow a pair and start being our captain again. you fucked up, and losing someone you’re actually into because of that sucks. most of us have been there. but trying to throw everyone under the bus is bullshit when you’re the one that needs to get it together.”

nothing about his words are intentionally meant to hurt, and chris knows that, but for some reason they do. probably because he doesn’t want to hear the truth, or start coming to terms with the fact that he actually did lose you.

he really doesn’t ever want to accept it.

but his ego won’t let him say that. instead, chris shifts his gaze to observe the rest of the room, at all of his teammates, before focusing on connor once again.

“if you don’t think that i’m your captain anymore then find a new one.” he spits.

the room somehow gets even more quiet; everyone is stunned by the out-of-character reaction. for the most part, chris really is a good leader. they all voted for him to represent the team when it came time, and the group dynamic has been great since then.

but he doesn’t feel like that guy now. he’s not sure who he is anymore. so he throws the rest of his equipment into his bag and yanks it over his shoulder.

“really, chris?” it’s ben this time, who’s clearly dumbfounded by the theatrics.

he doesn’t respond, and he tries not to hesitate too much as he makes his way out of the locker room. everyone lets him pass, which makes it even harder to leave.

it feels so wrong, but his feet keep pushing him forward regardless.

when chris finally makes it home twenty minutes later, the frustration has only festered. he doesn’t like anything he’s doing, and yet it’s spiraling out of his control. by the time he gets to his room, tears of aggravation have made their way down his face.

he wipes them away harshly as he stares out his window at your room, which is still closed off by your curtains. it’s like his heart seizes up just from being this close to you, knowing that you’re in there yet he can’t reach you.

and maybe that’s the problem. chris loves hockey, but at the end of the day he clearly loves you more. and with things the way that they are, his heart is fully wrapped up in you, not the game.

it’s terrifying, and it’s painful. he never thought that there’d be anyone to test his bachelor lifestyle until you came around, and he can’t just go back to normal because he doesn’t know how.

he’s been permanently changed, and it feels like a huge part of his new life is suddenly missing.

you saw the deepest parts of him, parts that he didn’t even know existed, and he saw the same side of you. you challenged him in ways he’d never experienced, and he loved that he always felt like he was evolving when you were together.

now he just feels stagnant, unsure of himself.

the only thing he’s sure of is that he needs you, whether that makes him inconsiderate or not. he can’t keep sleepwalking through life, but he’s not sure what else there is to do.

simply put, he misses you like hell. so he lays back in bed and closes his eyes, trying to remember what it felt like to have you right beside him.

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day seven: virginity | NSFW MDNI 18+

Your room was packed, every last box labelled and ready to be shipped out to your new place in the city, bright and early tomorrow morning. Your time at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had officially come to an end. It had been about a week since graduation, and the reality of leaving behind everything you knew—your home, your friends, your routine—was finally sinking in. You’d spent years within these walls, but unlike many of your peers, the idea of becoming an educator didn’t appeal to you. Most alumni stayed to teach and guide the next generation of mutants, but that life wasn’t calling your name. Instead, you were facing the unknown, heading to a new city with a fresh set of skills and a world of possibilities ahead of you.

The hardest part about leaving wasn’t the school or the friends you’d made—it was Logan. He wasn’t just your history professor; he had somehow become the focal point of your thoughts, your desires, your deepest fantasies. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, that raw attraction had been undeniable. Being a mature student, you hadn’t connected much with your younger peers. Instead, you found yourself gravitating toward the professors, Logan most of all. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore, and it had been crucial to your experience at the school.

Everything changed one night when he walked in on you, humping his pillow, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. You had been caught in the most vulnerable, embarrassing moment possible, but instead of scolding you, he had shown you how to take care of your needs, and how to keep yourself satisfied. He had promised that once you graduated, he would teach you more—far more—but until then, the tension was almost unbearable.

The lingering glances from across the room during his lectures became charged like every look was a secret between just the two of you. Ofcourse, no one else picked up on this, but you could feel the heat behind each gaze, the silent promises that were hidden just beneath the surface. Every time he locked eyes with you, that familiar jolt ran through your stomach, making it nearly impossible to focus on the subject matter. You nearly went through an entire box of pencils during that semester, eagerly chewing them down to splinters under the weight of his stare.

When you’d walk up to his desk during class to ask a question, you could feel his eyes raking over you, undressing you in his mind, drinking in every detail from the scent of your perfume to the way your skirt rode up just enough to give him a peek of what was hidden underneath. His touches were subtle—brushing fingers when you handed in your assignments, his hand resting on yours a moment too long—but each small interaction had you back in your room afterwards taking care of the mess he'd of you.

And Logan? He was just as affected as you. The restraint he showed was impressive, considering how often he found himself thinking about you—about all the things he wanted to do to you once you weren’t his student anymore.

Graduation day had been the breaking point. After the ceremony, when everyone was celebrating and caught up in their goodbyes, Logan pulled you aside into a dim, out-of-the-way electrical closet. The cap and gown you had just worn during the ceremony were still draped over your arm as he caged you against the wall, his towering frame made you feel small and vulnerable in the best way possible. Without hesitation, his lips crashed into yours—rough, hungry, claiming you as his at last.

The kiss sent shockwaves through your body, but as his hands began to roam, sliding up your sides aggressively, you froze. You had wanted this for so long, but the intensity of it all overwhelmed you. You weren’t expecting it so sudden like this. He pulled back slightly, noticing your hesitation, his eyes searching your face for an explanation.

That’s when it hit him.

“You didn't…” His voice trailed off, realization dawning in his eyes. “You’re still a virgin.”

You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Am I not supposed to be?" you asked, your voice small, unsure, not knowing what to expect next.

Logan softened at that, shaking his head gently. "No, sweetheart you're perfect. I just—forgot for a second. We’ll take this slow next time. I promise." His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand, grounding you, his rough exterior melting away for a moment as he reassured you that everything would be alright.

The anticipation had been killing you for months, and now that the moment was finally here, it felt like the world had rewired everything you knew up to this point. Logan wasn’t just the rough, battle-worn man you had known from class—he was tender, patient, and so careful with you. This was a side of him you hadn’t seen before, and it made you fall for him even more.

You hadn’t seen him since that day, and now you were leaving tomorrow. The excitement of the big move had faded, replaced by disappointment. You kept expecting him to stop by, to say goodbye, to acknowledge the unspoken connection between you two and quite frankly tie up some loose ends, but here you were, getting ready for bed, knowing you had to be up early, and Logan was nowhere to be found.

You had been home all day, waiting for him to appear, but the usual places you’d run into him—hallways, kitchen—had been strangely quiet. Normally, he was always around, close but never too close, like a shadow lingering just at arm’s reach. His absence now felt heavier than ever.

Maybe he’d chickened out. Maybe the thought of your inexperience, the fact that you were still a virgin, had repelled him. The idea made your stomach churn, a knot of anxiety twisting tighter with each passing minute. It felt hypocritical if that was truly the reason. After all, he’d been the one to tell you to wait. Indirectly, of course, but it had been clear enough. You had done what he asked—spent those lonely nights practicing what he’d taught you, learning how to please yourself, how your body responded to different touches, how you liked to be touched.

But despite the self-exploration, you still felt naïve about sex—especially with a partner. It was all so foreign, something you only knew through snippets of media and conversations you overheard. Raised in a conservative household, you had always been oblivious, and innocent when it came to sex. It left you feeling behind in experience compared to other women your age. In movies, they seemed to have it all figured out, knowing how to please men, how to be sensual, and confident. But you? You still felt like you were fumbling in the dark.

A creak from the door made your pulse quicken, your eyes snapping toward the sound. Logan stepped inside, one arm behind his back, and two champagne glasses hung between his knuckles. You sat up, surprise washing over you, your previous disappointment fading into a smile.

“Prof-” you chuckled, still adjusting to the shift from calling him ‘Professor’ to his actual name. "I mean, Logan-"

"There's my favourite graduate," he replied, his voice low and familiar, closing the door behind him. He pulled out a champagne bottle from behind his back; it looked expensive, the kind of bottle you’d only seen in fancy restaurants. The label was elegant, the bottle sleek, but it was the way his eyes lingered on yours that sent a jolt through you.

“Did you really think I'd let you leave without saying goodbye?” he teased, flashing that signature grin that always made your knees buckle.

“I was starting to,” you replied, sticking out your bottom lip in a playful pout. Logan chuckled, a deep, warm sound that filled the room. He set the glasses down on your wooden desk and, with a smooth motion, popped the cork. The loud sudden noise startled you, making you jump. Logan's presence had your nerves in a buzzing mess already making every small movement bigger than they were.

The champagne fizzed as he poured, the liquid bubbling and catching the dim light of your nearly packed-up room. He handed you a glass, and you accepted it with a shaky hand, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than necessary, then leaned back against your desk.

“To you and your new adventures, Y/N,” he toasted, raising his glass. You followed suit, clinking your flutes together before taking a synchronized sip. The champagne hit your tongue sharply, bubbles bursting against your palate, and you tried to hide the grimace as you swallowed. Logan caught it, grinning at you over the rim of his glass.

"Don't have to drink it if you don't like it, bub," he said, his voice teasing but soft. He took another sip of his own, watching you carefully, as though gauging every reaction.

You hesitated for a moment, looking down at the glass before setting it aside on your bedside table. “It’s not that,” you confessed, your voice quieter now, the playful banter fading into something more serious. “It’s just... a lot to take in. Leaving, I mean.”

Logan’s grin softened, and he set his glass down as well. In a few easy strides, he was sitting next to you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off him. He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that surprised you.

“You’re ready for this,” he said, his voice low, his thumb grazing your jawline. “You’re stronger than you think. I've seen you on the field” He let out a light chuckle.

You turned to look at him, those intense hazel eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, you forgot about everything—the packed boxes, the bittersweet goodbye, the uncertainty of what came next. It was just him and you, in your room like the world had stopped and nothing else mattered.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, you reached out, hesitantly placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palm. His hand slid its way behind your lower back and grappled onto your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap. Your chests were pressed firmly against each other, he held you close with his strong grasp.

“You thought I wouldn’t come say goodbye,” he murmured, his lips inches from yours now. His breath was warm against your skin. 

“You should know by now, I ain’t lettin’ you go that easy.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours—soft, warm, and patient. It was a stark contrast to the heated, desperate kiss he’d stolen in the closet on graduation day. This time, Logan was gentle, like he had all the time in the world. His lips lingered against yours, not rushing, letting you feel every second of it. Your head spun from the tenderness alone. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, the moment heavy with unspoken desire.

"I'm ready for my last lesson, professor," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you bit your lower lip, eyes searching his face.

Logan’s eyes shut instantly, a deep breath escaping him as he fought to maintain control. You were a natural and you didn't know it. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, his hands trembling slightly where they gripped your waist. He was trying to be careful, holding back the primal urge that threatened to overwhelm him.

But you weren’t waiting anymore.

This time, you closed the distance. Your lips found his again, more certain now, your body acting on instinct as you pressed yourself closer. The kiss was deeper and hungrier, and Logan responded immediately. "I waited so long for you," You mumbled against him. His hands gripped your sides, pulling you tighter against him as a low growl escaped his throat. Your hips moved against him of their own accord, rolling in time with the heated rhythm building between you.

"I know baby, me too," He said between breaths.

His fingers dug into your skin, rough and possessive, making your breath hitch. You hooked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself forward desperate to close every inch of space between you. His mouth slanted over yours, his tongue sliding in to explore, sending a shiver down your spine that made you gasp into him.

You could feel the heat building between you, his control fraying at the edges, but even now, he was still holding back—just enough to let you lead. His restraint was palpable, his body tense with the effort of not giving in completely. Yet his touch was firm, grounding you, while his kiss sent your thoughts spiralling.

Logan let himself fall back onto the bed, pulling you down with him in a gentle motion. The mattress squeaked beneath the two of you, but you didn’t break the kiss, your lips still moving against his, tasting and exploring. Your knees dug into the bed, your body pressing flush against his as you felt the ache between your thighs intensify. The heat was almost unbearable now, soaking through your panties and dampening the fabric of your pyjama pants.

When you finally pulled back to catch your breath, your eyes locked onto his, heavy with lust. You shifted your hips slightly, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you through his jeans. The sensation sent a thrill through you, making your pulse quicken. Logan groaned, his large hands snapping to your hips, halting your movements.

"Be gentle," he rasped, voice thick with restraint. "It’s sensitive."

You glanced down at the unmistakable bulge in his jeans, curiosity sparking in your chest. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you let your finger trace the outline of him, feeling the hardness beneath the rough denim. Logan’s hips bucked under your touch, a shuddered breath escaping him. His reaction sent a rush of adrenaline through you, your confidence growing.

"Wanna see it?" he asked, his voice low and filled with need as he watched your curious expression.

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as you shifted back to give yourself space. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in your nervousness. Logan’s hands came up to help you, his fingers working skillfully to undo the belt and slide it out of the loops with ease. You subconsciously pouted, disappointed at your incompetence.

"Here, like this. Watch how I do it, sweetheart," He murmured.

As the tension between you both crackled, the moment felt charged—intimate and electric. You watched his hands, so sure and steady, and your heart raced as the barrier between you and him began to fade.

Logan’s fingers worked slowly, deliberately unbuttoning his jeans before pulling the zipper down, tooth by tooth, the sound drawing your full attention. Your breath hitched as the fabric parted, revealing the waistband of his black briefs beneath. The bulge was even more prominent now, straining against the material, and your pulse quickened at the sight.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, lifting his hips off the bed with ease, even with you still straddling him. With a smooth motion, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. Your eyes were glued to the sight before you, heart pounding in your chest as the heat between your legs intensified. The fabric stretched tight over his length, making it impossible to ignore. Every inch of your focus zeroed in on that spot, the anticipation making your fingertips tingle. 

You slipped a hand beneath the waistband, feeling the heat of his skin and the rough texture of his coarse hair as you tugged his briefs down. Logan lifted his hips slightly, helping you ease them off, his movements smooth and controlled. As the fabric slid away, his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip flushed an angry red with arousal, glistening faintly.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight. He was long, his shaft thick and veined, each ridge curving along the sides. The weight of it, the sheer size, sent a thrill through you, anticipation bubbling in your chest. 

You had never seen a man's private parts until now, and while it was an unfamiliar sight, the rush of curiosity and arousal overshadowed any hesitation. "It's so big... and it's supposed to go inside me, right?" you asked, a shy blush creeping across your cheeks.

Logan's lips curved into a gentle, empathetic smile, his large hand moving in soothing circles on your thigh. "Yes, but we need to take our time, sweetheart. I have to get you ready first. Don’t want to hurt my pretty girl." His voice was low and calming, filled with a warmth that made your heart race even more. Logan was determined to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible, as he'd been fantasizing about pleasuring you since the moment you walked through the school doors. 

With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, towering over you like a warm, protective shadow. His length swayed as he caged you beneath his size, and he drank in the sight of your docile frame before leaning down to give you a quick, tender kiss.

“Let’s get these off, yeah?” he murmured against you before sitting back on his heels. He slid your silk pyjama shorts down your legs, and the cool air sent goosebumps racing across your skin. When your shorts pooled around your ankles, he paused, taking in the sight of your pink bow panties, already soaked with anticipation.

Logan let out a low, appreciative groan, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned down, planting soft kisses that trailed up from your feet to your pelvis, igniting every nerve in your body with each deliberate touch. You squirmed underneath him, nipples already rock hard brushing against your matching pyjama top. 

"You're so fucking beautiful, Y/N," he cooed, his gaze shifting from your clothed heat to lock onto your eyes. Logan hovered mere inches from your core, the heat radiating between you palpable. He traced his fingers along the delicate lace, a look of admiration etched on his face, before gripping the fabric and gently pulling it aside, exposing your glistening folds to him. 

"Oh my god," he breathed in awe, captivated by the sight before him. You were absolutely perfect—everything he had imagined and more. Aesthetically, you embodied everything he found irresistible, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of you filled his senses, igniting his primal urges. Every inch of you seemed to beckon him closer, pulling him into a whirlwind of desire he could no longer resist.

His hands pressed your thighs wider apart, thumbs parting your folds as he buried his head in your thighs. The initial contact of his tongue against you made you gasp, but Logan held you firm, anchoring you to him. His warm tongue glided effortlessly along your slick skin, drawing out a moan that echoed in the quiet room. The taste of you was just as intoxicating as your scent, melting on his tongue as he took his time exploring every nook and cranny, savouring your sweetness and mapping your most sensitive spots with deliberate strokes

You couldn’t contain the moans escaping your lips, each one more desperate than the last. This sensation was beyond anything you’d experienced before—far better than your fingers could ever offer. It was wet, warm, and utterly addictive. Logan’s facial hair brushed against your inner thighs, a teasing contrast to the heat of his mouth as he moved rhythmically up and down your core. When his tongue found your clit, swollen and eager from the excitement, it sent electric shivers through you. He swirled his tongue around it, then flicked the tip with sharp, rapid strokes, each one making your insides quiver and your breath hitch. You instinctively bucked your hips against his face, driven by a primal urge as your body craved release, desperate for that sweet climax you had grown familiar with. 

He chuckled against you, his face glistening with your juices, a testament to how much he enjoyed the moment. The way your body responded to his every touch was intoxicating; Logan had never been with someone as inexperienced or young as you, and he etched each moment into his memory, savouring the connection between you.

He quickened his pace, working on you with precision—just fast enough to send you spiralling but not so fast as to overwhelm you. You gripped the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white as the familiar pressure in your stomach began to intensify, building like a wave ready to crash.

His skillful tongue worked wonders, creating sensations your fingers could never replicate. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently while still flicking his tongue, pushing you closer to the edge with each rhythmic pull. The combination of hollowing his cheeks and that delicious tongue was simply too intense.

“Logan, I think I’m going to—” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as the pleasure surged through you.

But just as you felt that dizzying peak approach, he pulled away, leaving you gasping for more. You let out a needy whine as you watched him wipe your juices off his chin, drunk off of the endorphins. Logan watched you with a smirk as you tried to recalibrate your senses to the world around you. 

"I'm not gonna let you cum just yet, princess," he rasped, barely able to contain the enjoyment that radiated from him. Once he wiped his face clean, he resumed his position above you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that sent warmth coursing through your veins.

As you melted into the kiss, his fingers deftly worked at the buttons of your pyjama top, each one releasing a wave of anticipation. You moaned softly into his mouth as his knuckles brushed against the flushed skin of your chest, igniting a spark of desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

With a fluid motion, he slid the top off, revealing your breasts to the soft glow of your room. A low groan escaped his lips, vibrating against yours as his calloused hands cupped your soft curves, a perfect contrast to the smoothness of your skin. His touch was reverent as if he were savouring the moment, committing every detail to memory.

He worked his hands against you, his thumbs teasingly circling your pebbled nipples, drawing a gasp from your lips and making you arch your back in response. Your skin burned beneath his touch, an ache for more that was impossible to ignore. His lips moved against yours hungrily, enveloping you in a haze of desire that blurred your thoughts and ignited your senses.

With a sudden urgency, he pulled away, his gaze hungry as he descended to your breasts. "They're so perfect," He left a wet trail of kisses in his wake, his lips planting soft marks against your skin. His mouth worked expertly, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nibbles, each sensation sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat continuously pooling within you, building with every touch as he lavished attention on you, savouring every curve and contour.

One of his hands wrapped around his length, giving it a few firm strokes before he knelt between your legs. He leaned closer, positioning himself just where you needed him. With a slow, deliberate motion, he gathered some of your slicks that dripped from your core, using it to coat his throbbing cock. A low grunt escaped his lips as he worked himself, sliding effortlessly against your juices, the warmth of your essence making him ache with desire. The primal connection between you intensified as he readied himself, anticipation crackling in the air

"It'll hurt a little at first, we'll go slow." He teased you with the tip of his cock, rubbing it gently along your folds, each deliberate movement igniting a mix of anticipation and nervousness within you. Your heart raced, fully aware that this was the moment when your former history professor would take your virginity. A loving hand caressed your side, grounding you before he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. Your breath hitched, and your body instinctively tensed beneath him, bracing for the pain that you anticipated. But beneath that tension was a flutter of excitement, a spark of something new, waiting to be ignited.

With a slow, careful push, he slid his length inside you, a low groan escaping his gritted teeth. "You're so fucking tiny- fuck,"

"Is-ah, that bad?" You managed to get out. The sensation of being filled was overwhelming; you felt exquisitely tight around him, the intense pressure driving him deeper. Your breath became shallow and rapid as you felt your body stretching around his firmness, a blend of pleasure and pain coursing through you. Each inch he sank in heightened the intensity, leaving you teetering on the edge of ecstasy and discomfort. "No baby, it's so good, you're doing so good." Logan paused for a moment, his gaze locked onto yours, gauging your reaction as he allowed you to adjust to the fullness of him.

"Try to relax; it'll feel good soon, I promise." he encouraged softly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the tension. You focused on taking deep breaths, feeling your chest expand and deflate as you forced yourself to loosen up. Slowly, you felt the tightness around him begin to ease, and he pressed deeper, reaching the hilt. The sensation of his dark curls brushing against your sensitive clit sent a sharp jolt through your body. "Logan!" You gasped.

Logan began with a few gentle thrusts, allowing you to acclimate to the new friction. With each movement, the pain gradually faded, replaced by a growing warmth that pulsed through you as his thrusts became more pronounced. "See? Feels good huh baby?" He grinned, he loved making you feel good.

Your moans synchronized with each thrust, a symphony of pleasure filling the air. Every time he brushed against your cervix, a wave of ecstasy surged through you, electrifying every nerve ending. As he finally found a steady rhythm, his thrusts grew stronger which made you wetter, the slickness dripping down your thighs in a delicious cascade.

Logan moved inside you effortlessly, each stroke rubbing against sensitive spots you never knew existed. His curved length skillfully targeted your G-spot, sending you spiraling into a realm of bliss. With each hit, you threw your head back in pure ecstasy, your knees trembling as he drove you closer to the edge, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and intoxicating. You needed more.

"Logan!"

Your arms snaked around his torso tightly, nails digging into his defined back muscles as his hips snapped against you. He lowered his head between your collar and jaw, his warm breath falling against your sensitive skin. 

"You feel too good baby, I don't know if I can last." He murmured against you as he lowered his hand to your clit, his thick calloused thumb settling on it and circling it slowly. 

The sensation made your toes curl, as that familiar heat began to overfill your senses. He rutted against you, deep. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled your room along with the rhythmic squeaking of your matress. You bit into logans shoulder instinctively as his pace turned inhuman, following with the movement on your clit. Stars began to flood your vision as his shaft worked inside you, edging him closer to his release as well. 

"It's happening!" You mumbled, teeth sinking into his salty flesh as your walls twitched against his length. He felt you squeeze around him frantically as you reached your peak pushing him closer to his as well. He fucked you through your orgasm as warm tears slid down your cheeks, the two sensations being too much to handle, you moaned eagerly as the familiar delight washed over you, draining the heat from your body. Logan watched as your face contorted in relief as you came around him; your brows knitting together, eyes shut closed and your thighs locked him deep inside you. This was enough to get him off, he pulled out frantically and gave his cock a few strokes as he painted your stomach with his warm white ribbons. His seed splattered up to your chin, your face pulling back in surprise from the sudden contact. 

"Fuck—" he moaned, bucking mindlessly against his hand as he gradually regained his senses. Both of your chests heaved, desperate for oxygen as the intoxicating heat of passion settled between you. This had been an exhilarating journey, your first official introduction to sex, and the thrill of it left you eager for more.

Logan caught his balance, pressing a palm into the mattress as he inhaled deeply, his eyes still glazed with lingering desire. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the aftermath of your shared intimacy enveloping you both in a cocoon of satisfaction. You exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgment that this moment was just the beginning of something deeper.

As you both caught your breath, the silence in the room was filled only by the soft sound of your panting. Logan shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze down at you. His expression was a mix of satisfaction and tenderness, the aftermath of the heat still evident in his eyes. He placed a kiss on your shoulder.

“You still with me?” he asked, his voice low and concerned, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, a shy smile creeping onto your lips. “Yeah, I'm here,” you replied, the thrill of the experience still buzzing through your veins.

Logan chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. “Good. Looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did.” He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes as he flexed his muscles, still aware of the weight of his body pressing against you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension of the moment dissolving into something softer, more intimate. “You're right...I'm glad you were my first,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly.

He shifted again, pulling you closer, his bare skin warm against yours. “I like that." He said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You know, I'm supposed to visit the city soon,”

His words sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you felt your heart swell with excitement and affection. You reached up to trace your fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips.

“You'll come to see me?” you proposed, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest.

Logan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Sure, I I can squeeze you in, or should I say squeeze in you,” he replied with a chuckle, leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

The kiss deepened, a sweet promise of what was to come, and you melted into him. As you both pulled away, a comfortable silence enveloped you, the kind that felt safe and inviting.

“Want me to stay here for a bit?” he suggested, his voice laced with sincerity. “We can talk, or just enjoy the quiet.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I’d like that,” you replied, settling into his embrace, your body still tingling with the aftereffects of your shared intimacy.

As the moonlight spilled into the room, wrapping around you like a soft blanket, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. This moment, this connection, was something you had never anticipated but were now wholly grateful for. The night stretched ahead, filled with possibilities, and you knew you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, in Logan’s arms.

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You’re An Angel When You Sleep

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: angst, drowning, a little “off-screen” violence, hurt/comfort, near death experience

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: literally wrote this in between classes so hopefully it doesn’t feel too rushed! not edited super closely yet, the grammar might be a little off. inspired by the song “Around The Bend” by Pearl Jam, specifically the last verse <3

Edited 2/28/24

Law is sinking, and there’s nothing he can do.

People call it “The Curse of The Sea.” They say that “she” turns her back on you when you eat a devil fruit. It’s simply the price to pay for such immense power.

And he has never had to worry about it before. His devil fruit ability affords him the security of being to prevent trips into the ocean. Not that he ever would fall- Law is far too careful a man- but he has plenty of crewmates and friends/allies that could somehow knock him overboard.

How sickening, that the first time it actually happened was at the hands of an enemy. And how disappointing, that it had only happened because of his own pride. A foolish disregard of taking caution while standing close to the railing on the enemy ship, when one of his opponent’s underlings threw something that didn’t even really hurt, but sent him overboard. In the midst of a battle where everyone was expected to hold their own- Law could expect no help as he plunged into icy waters.

It’s cold enough as it is, and his curse does nothing to help. He tries his hardest to stay conscious- perhaps he can still use his power if he thinks hard enough. People awaken their devil fruits all the time, so there’s no reason why he can’t do it now. But, no matter how badly he wants to simply teleport back to the deck of the ship, he can’t. The feeling of impending doom only serves to weaken his resolve, and soon enough Law is unwillingly giving up and giving in to the sea.

He’s about 10-12 meters down now. The weight of the water makes it feel nearly impossible to hold his breath for longer, so he lets out an exhale ever so slowly.

But no one is coming, and it’s time to accept his fate. “This is it,” he thinks, “just another pirate lost to the sea. That’s how it ends for me.”

He takes a moment to reflect on life up until now. So much pain and suffering, but in the end he just can’t stop remembering what little good there has been. His crew, who, no matter how much they bothered him, were his family. His blood family and Corazon, who he hopes to see again soon if there is any sort of afterlife. Then there’s you- with your uncanny ability to make him smile and laugh, your clever personality and friendly nature, all your strength and intelligence, and seemingly unwavering good morals. Law feels he barely deserves to have known you in this life, let alone fall in love with you as he has. Which is why he never shared his feelings with you or anyone, in all the time you’d been on his crew. Before this moment, he’d at least had the comfort of knowing there would always be the future, and therefore more time to open up to you figure out his feelings.

“How foolish.”

Law is just about to close his eyes- at least then it might be a more peaceful demise- when there’s a splash that breaks the surface of the waves. His eyes shoot wide open as he tries to figure out what it is, as it’s rather difficult to see clearly with his vision blurring and on the verge of losing consciousness.

All he can be sure of is that it’s a person. The light from above the waves surrounds their silhouette giving them an angelic halo, but simultaneously blocking out all their features from his view.

Law wonders, “Are you here to seal my fate? To ensure I don’t find some way out of this?” If he could, he’d ask that they do it quickly. Still, that painfully hopeful little part of his mind can’t help but come out in what are more than likely his last moments alive. “Or, are you here to save me? Are you gonna give me a second third chance at this? I don’t deserve it, but I will accept it. I’ll use it to do more; work harder, fulfill every goal. Confess to y/n.”

And that hopeful streak seems to take over his body as he uses his last iota of strength to reach upwards. Law’s angel continues swimming downward, but he can’t hold his breath long enough to see them reaching out to him, too.

His last thought is of you. He swears he can see your face on this mystery person as they get closer; your pretty eyes and lips, your hair swirling around your form underwater. Could it actually be… No, he doubts you’d even seen him falling overboard. But maybe he’s already dead, and you really are an angel. Law doesn’t get the chance to fully consider either reality though, as he finally blacks out.

-

“Gimme gimme gimme… a man after midnight…”

This is how Law taught you to do CPR on someone whose heart had stopped. Years ago, when you were struggling with keeping count of 100-120 beats per minute, he told you to “think of a song with the same count.” Most everyone’s go-to CPR song is “Stayin’ Alive.” But, you prefer the classic ABBA song. You pause every 30 compressions to administer 2 breaths, and as you remove your lips from his, a thought crosses your mind. “He looks so peaceful like this.” And even while unconscious, he’s handsome… angelic, even. Nevertheless, you’d much rather have an alive and annoyed looking Law than a dead and calm one.

“Is there a soul out there… Someone to hear my-”

Law coughs suddenly, and shoots up into a sitting position, gasping for breath.

“Law!” You throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking the man back over.

And though he’s still catching his breath and coming to his senses, he lets you, and puts an arm around your back. “Y/n,” another cough, “what happened?”

You release him (much to his disappointment) and explain how the fight had ended soon after the crew lost sight of him; their captain. And, while the others quickly overtook the enemies, you dove overboard where you’d last seen him. It was pure luck, though guided by your intuition, that you found Law beneath the surface.

“Then I swam over here-“

“Which is where?”

You nod in the direction behind him. “Just around the bend from the harbor. The Polar Tang and the enemy’s ship can be seen from there, so I thought it’d be best to hide while you…”

“While I was dying.”

“Don’t say it like that,” you scold him with a frown, “you’re alive.”

“But I could have died.” Law says with very little pride. He sounds a little out of it, which makes sense considering the circumstances. “I could have died, and you saved me.”

“Well, any one of us would’ve, Captain-“

“Thank you, y/n.”

You shake your head bashfully. “It was no problem, really.” That’s a lie, and you both know it. The water in this part of the ocean is freezing, but through some incredible resolve that you hadn’t been aware of before, you pushed through it. For him. “So… We should get back to the fight, yeah?”

You move to stand up from your place on your knees, but Law stops you. With his hand on your shoulder, he pulls you back down to his side. “You said the fight is over?”

“Mhm.”

“Then let’s just… stay here, for a moment.”

He leans toward you hesitantly, though you’re not sure if it’s because he feels weak or he just wants you to hold him again. Either way, you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. You hold onto each other with gentle force, and you feel him exhale deeply.

“I need to tell you something.” Law mutters.

You pull back enough to see his face. “Right now? Can’t it wait, Law-“

“I can’t want any longer.” And he really can’t. He’d tell you about how he had mistaken you for a living, breathing angel another time. For now, he just needs to fulfill his promise to said angel (to you?), and confess his love for you.

“Ok… What is it?”

Law is very straightforward as he says it. “I’m in love with you.” And he makes it impossibly hard to return to the battle when he asks that you never leave him in this life, like so many others have. Which you promise not to, of course, though it’s not exactly your decision. You tell him that you love him too, and in turn demand that he doesn’t die on you, either. Law nods against you.

The two of you stay there a while longer, in each other’s arms around the bend.

[mako-neexu]

ughhhh an Avenger class is a class of their own where not many humans- barely anyone would be able to handle them as they are impossible and incompatible with pan human history and so are one of the hardest to handle. to even be able to summon an Extra class outside of the seven accepted seats is a feat on its own but to form a bond and a strong one at that is a different thing entirely. to gain comforting words from Avengers that eternally burn with vengeance and hatred, to gain companionship and trust from Avengers mercilessly crushed and betrayed by the world, deemed as threats for their retaliation, hunted down as beasts and chased out of their homes with their loved ones killed, those who have also died alone, suffering from such a painful betrayal even when they themselves were faithfull all the way to the end. to gain an Avenger's love and loyalty, weapons that howl and cry and knows unfathomable pain and sorrow, a Class that never forgets, grudges and hatred in which are ingrained into their very existence yet love and compassion is what allows them to persist and keep on burning. as summoning such flames means you yourself are far more removed from "humanity" than anyone else.

[satansapostle6]

The Crush | Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is a cool, simple guy who is also the famous son of Poseidon who helped save the world. But, talking to the pretty girl in his English class still seems impossible.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Pussy Jackson

Percy sat behind Chloé in English. She was tall and intimidating, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to talk to her. Sure, he wasn’t in high school anymore, but he still felt nervous around her like he was sixteen years old again. Chloé Jardine was, after all, the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He knew Chloé was a Roman demigod, a daughter of Nox, the Roman equivalent of Nyx, the goddess of darkness and the night. She was a fairly typical child of Nox, a sort of minimalistic goth.

She had long, pitch black hair, with tiny micro bangs partially covering her forehead. She was also noticeably pale, as if she only ever went out at nighttime. Most people thought she looked scary, but Percy thought she looked magical.

Chloé had a decent amount of tattoos, including a pretty sizable spider web on her neck. She had a lot of piercings, including an eyebrow piercing and a vertical labret on her lip. She didn’t really wear makeup, but she was very obviously a goth. She was smart, and she didn’t talk a lot at all, which drove Percy insane. He made it his mission in life to know as much about her as possible.

Every time he saw her wearing a band T-shirt of some kind to school, he’d make a note of the band name and look it up later if he wasn’t familiar, and listen to all of the songs he could find.

So far, he’d listened to Type O Negative, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Kittie, and Rob Zombie, only affirming his opinion that she was the coolest person on earth. His best friend, Grover, thought the behavior was just a little bit obsessive, but didn’t really think it was that bad.

That day in his college English course, he was sitting in his seat, listening to Soundgarden during the lecture on his laptop with the tab open, secretly hoping Chloé would have some some reason to walk back and look at his computer screen. Soundgarden wasn’t goth, of course, but Percy had seen her wear one of their shirts.

“Hey! Pussy Jackson!”

Percy frowned to see Clarisse La Rue sitting in a seat a couple rows behind him.

“Move your fat fucking head, I can’t see!”

“‘I’m doing fine, thank you, Clarisse’,” he mocked her under his breath. “‘How was your weekend’?”

Percy was startled to look up to see Chloé turned around in front of him.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” she whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

Percy’s face must have been beet red as he tried his hardest not to explode. He was dying of embarrassment as he tried to come up with some sort of answer.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry!” he apologized in a whisper.

Chloé just turned back around, shaking her head as she continued taking messy notes on the assignment due dates. Percy leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at her notebook. He found her handwriting interesting; it was kind of small with a lot sharp edges, written in haste without being too messy, almost like a doctor’s handwriting.

Percy knew he must’ve been lost in his horny ADHD world, because before he knew it, the instructor had just finished announcing the next project, a group project worth 20% of his grade.

“Alright, the groups are posted up here, so you can all come and take a look. You’ll have the rest of this class to figure out a presentation topic and get started,” the professor, a woman in her forties, announced as she retreated to her desk.

Alarmed by the words ‘groups’ and ‘presentation’, Percy anxiously made his way down to the whiteboard with everyone else, terrified to receive his group assignment. He prayed silently that he’d get at least one smart kid in his group, and zero Clarisse’s. As he slowly scanned the list of names up and down, his face went pale as he found his other two group mates. Clarisse La Rue and Chloé Jardine.

Percy wanted to kill himself immediately. Not only did he have to work with Clarisse, but he also had to figure out how to work with Chloé, who had just told him to shut the fuck up not two seconds ago, the first words she had ever spoken to him. He glanced back at Clarisse, who was standing beside Chloé. Neither of them looked very happy about the group assignment.

Percy glanced over at the peofessor’s desk, contemplating whether he should try and get a different group. He decided against it, figuring he’d had enough embarrassment for one day. Signing as he realized he’d have to face Chloé eventually, he walked over to where the girls were standing, ready to face the music. He’d fought monsters and faced imminent doom before, and somehow this felt exactly the same.

“I’m not doing all of the work,” Chloé crossed her arms.

“What makes you think you’d be doing all the work?!” Clarisse asked defensively.

“Because I’m in a group with you!”

“Hey…” Percy waved awkwardly, trying to break the ice, which seemed to also somehow be scalding hot.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in this group too,” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Percy retaliated childishly.

“Okay. We need to come up with a topic,” Chloé reminded them. “Which one should our presentation be about?”

“What are the options?” Percy asked, watching as she just let out a long sigh.

The next hour of class went by as slowly as possible. By the end of it, Clarisse had stormed out of the classroom, and Percy and Chloé were left sitting together exhaustedly. Chloé sighed as she got up, heading out of the building as Percy followed her.

“Sorry about Clarisse,” he offered sympathetically. “She drives everyone who has to deal with her insane.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Chloé nodded.

*****

Percy felt odd, and completely out of place the entire time he sat in class discussing the project with Chloé. Every time she spoke to him, he felt more stupid. He knew nothing about what he wanted to do for the project, and he was even less prepared to answer these questions when asked by Chloé Jardine. And of course, Clarisse also being a part of the group didn’t help.

But Percy figured it was almost worth it, getting to work on the project with Chloé, with her cool hair, tattoos and piercings, and blue eyes, the same icy blue eyes that mesmerized him when he spoke to her. Percy had to clear his throat and check his breath twice before smiling at her as she turned, just having ordered a coffee from the kiosk nearby.

“Hey,” Percy wheezed, realizing how eager he sounded stalk to her, cursing himself silently.

“Hi,” Chloé said with slight surprise, sipping the warm coffee.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he could’ve possibly had to say to her. Chloé had already done a brief mental scan of Percy; she knew that he was the Greek son of Poseidon, by his shaggy black hair and sea green eyes.

She knew from the perpetual dopey expression on his face that he was attracted to her in some way. She’d seen the way he looked at her and assumed that it was mostly more sexual than emotional, based on the way his eyes lingered on her skin and the way he was constantly averting his eyes from her chest.

“See you,” Chloé smiled, politely excusing herself as she walked away.

“Fuck,” Percy muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.

He sighed in defeat as he watched Chloé walk away from him, thinking of a hundred things in that moment he wished he’d said to her.

“It’ll never happen, you know.”

Percy whipped around quickly, alarmed as he turned around in the direction of the voice he’d heard. Naturally, the disapproving voice had belonged to Annabeth, his sharp-witted child of Athena ex-girlfriend.

“What?” Percy questioned defensively.

“You and Chloé,” she responded promptly.

Percy crossed his arms. “What makes you think—”

“That you’re infatuated with her?” she asked him. “I know you, Jackson.”

“I’m not infatuated with Chloé,” Percy rolled his eyes at her.

“Well. Infatuated or not, her ex-boyfriend is Sean Morley. The son of Apollo?” Annabeth Chase smirked. “With the blond hair, and the shoulders?”

“Why are you so invested?” he ignored her, questioning her skeptically.

Annabeth smiled, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “Because. It’s fun watching you refuse to learn,” she said as her demeanor softened.

Annabeth walked off and disappeared, leaving Percy to do a lot of thinking.

-

Chapter Two

[topazadine]

A Primer on Dyscalculia: The Learning Disorder You Weren't Told About in School

I rarely see people discussing this learning disability, to the point that many believe it doesn't exist (ie, saying math is the universal language and everyone understands it but just doesn't try) so I thought I'd explain a bit about what it is.

Dyscalculia is a learning disability characterized by difficulty with math, numbers, and some systematic learning that requires the use of memorization and application. Like its relative, dyslexia, it is not that someone is "stupid" or "not trying hard enough" to learn math; our brains are essentially wired not to absorb information in this form.

Common symptoms of dyscalculia include:

Inability to do basic math problems

Struggling to count, often using their fingers to count

Difficulty using multiplication and division

Challenges with visualizing heights, lengths, and widths

Difficulty counting change

Struggling to read a clock or divide time into reasonable measurements

Challenges with memorizing numbers, dates, and sequences

No one is actually sure how many people have dyscalculia because it is rarely diagnosed. Right now, estimates are around 3% to 7% of the population, but this is likely a vast underrepresentation.

Educators still believe the myth that everyone can do math and that those who say they can't are just refusing to apply themselves. This causes lifelong problems for dyscalculiacs because if not treated early enough, it is nigh-on untreatable.

Many people with dyscalculia may complete math problems in unusual and time consuming ways. For example, if you asked me to divide 145 by 5 without a calculator, this is how my brain would have to do it:

100 by 5 (20)

20 by 5 (4), then multiply this by 2 (8), then divide 5 by 5 (1)

And finally, add up all the results (20+8+1) to get 29.

Numbers that are not easily divisible or "chunked" like this would be nigh-on impossible for me to do in my head. I wasn't able to memorize the times tables and in fact needed a laminated times table well into elementary school (think 5th grade).

I distinctly remember feeling like everyone else was on the helm of the USS Enterprise when they could so easily shout out answers to simple multiplication or division problems, and I was always the last person to do those stupid times table sheets. Sometimes I couldn't even complete half of it by the time everyone else was done.

I failed 3rd grade math class and had to be assigned a tutor. This was despite getting all As in every single other class. In fact, I failed multiple math classes during my academic career.

Since my grades were so high in other classes, I had to petition to be put in a remedial math class. Everyone assumed that because I did well in things like English, science, civics, and so on, I must have been able to do what my peers could.

A college-level physics class was the hardest class I have ever done in my life, and I have a Master's degree in International Relations, which requires a lot of very dry and complicated political theory. That is the A I am most proud of because it required far more effort than anything before or since.

No one told me what dyscalculia was or identified a problem throughout my entire time in education. I had to seek out resources myself in adulthood before finally learning what my problem was. This, of course, led to significant "math fear" and self-esteem issues, especially in a society that is obsessed with STEM.

This learning disability can have far-reaching effects and impact things that other people may not even consider. There are many connections between systematized learning and math.

Dyscalculiacs may also have trouble with:

Learning languages

Playing musical instruments (because sheet music and tempos are a form of language + math, though it is possible to learn by ear)

Reading maps, including general world geography

Estimating distances

Navigating a new place because they can't make "mental maps"

Dancing (due to the sequencing)

Reading diagrams

Remembering step-by-step instructions without a cheat sheet

Completing complex tasks that have a lot of steps

Starting a project that necessitates doing things in a certain order, such as building something

Cooking or baking (because it requires measuring and matching measurements to specific ingredients)

Repeating sequences, like a phone number

Remembering numbered streets or highways (like I-480, 5th street, or etc)

Playing games that require counting or keeping score, like Yahtzee, card games, and so on

Completing spreadsheets with numbers

Of course, not every dyscalculiac will struggle with all of these things because there are different degrees of severity. Many also learn tactics to compensate. For example, I never learned sheet music but did well in choir because I memorized all the songs entirely by ear.

I have developed visualizations of common routes I travel and can navigate to them by remembering the landmarks I pass. If you tried to ask me specific step-by-step directions of anywhere, I couldn't tell you, but I can tell you that you'll pass a KFC on your right if you're going east (parallel to Lake Erie), and then you will turn left at the big shopping center.

There are plenty of adaptations that everyday people use which are lifelines to dyscalculiacs in ways that other people may never recognize. Formulas on spreadsheets, conversion websites, built-in calculators, and turn-by-turn navigation apps are all examples of accommodations that appeal to everyone but are especially important to dyscalculiacs.

So, the next time you scoff and say "everyone can do math, they're just being lazy" or "cooking is easy" or "anyone can learn a second language if they want to" or "using a calculator is cheating" and so on:

Recognize that you are ignoring a very real learning disability. These statements are ableist.

Such rhetoric is equally damaging as anti-dyslexic statements like "everyone can learn to read," "open dyslexic fonts are ugly," "audiobooks are cheating," "video lessons are lazy" and things of that ilk.

Ableism takes many forms, many of which people refuse to recognize. Difficulty with math is a widespread problem, and it often has nothing to do with trying hard enough or refusing to learn. I remember breaking down in tears trying to do my times table; I would spend hours trying to understand them.

These issues are NOT a lack of willpower or application. They have to do with real neurological deficits. Please be kind to those who can't do math, and stop assuming we're lazy.

[shibainu2006]

Hey, Shiba!! Been a while, buuuut I’m back to bother you with a request! How about Leona, Ace, and Ruggie with an S/O who copes with their shit mental health via energy drinks, coffee and escapism?

They’re always reading and listening to music and daydreaming almost 24/7. They drink water, like, once every 2 weeks (if they feel like self-care) and they rarely ever actually eat or sleep because they feel like they actually have control for once in their life. They also have periods where they drop everyone and it’s near impossible to get ahold of them unless you into their room.

Author's note: If you don't fucking take care of yourself, I'm gonna burn this entire planet into a crisp with you on it. GO DRINK SOME GODDAMN WATER!

Leona Kingscholar

Herbivore... why..?

He doesn't understand why it's so hard for you to take care of yourself, but he has no qualms with either forcing you, doing it himself, or making Ruggie do it.

He let you have coffee in the morning, but after that, you're done.

You're forced to drink water for the rest of the day.

No, you cannot have an energy drink. You abused that privilege.

When you read, he likes to recommend books to you, and he'll even try to find books with uplifting messages to try and make you feel better.

He's not too good with emotions, but he does try his hardest to make sure you're alright.

He'll even cuddle you while you listen to music, and allow you to relax and daydream.

You've been forced to eat and sleep, by the way.

No late nights.

No skipping meals...

You take care of yourself properly, even if he has to make you.

He'll have Ruggie bring in a nice meal for you.

And definitely bring melatonin or sleepy time tea to make sure you get proper rest.

He'll steal you from your class for a nap, too, if he finds that you didn't sleep the night before.

The second you cut the world off, he'll give you time, but eventually he WILL come see you.

Leona knows how hard it is to actually get a hold of you, so he'll just go to you himself.

You only get a solid day to yourself before he shows up to make sure you're healthy.

Leona cares very deeply for you, so don't ever go thinking you can just stop caring for yourself.

Ace Trappola

Dude, you cannot be serious!

Ace is so done.

The second he found out, he was right at your door with a hot meal and water.

Ace will literally hold you down to make you sleep. He will not allow you to go without for even a second!

He even goes as far as to do your school work for you so you can rest.

He'll let you have your music and books.

He'll take you out to the library to read there, too, so you can't cut the world off.

Ace don't play those games.

He'll pester you about your caffeine intake, and if that doesn't work, then he'll just hide it all from you.

No more coffee

No more redbull

Only water and tea.

He'll search up actual good coping skills and give you a horribly written list of things that are far better than what you're doing.

He even offers you a listening ear.

He'll listen to your rant for as long as needed if it'll help you out.

He just wants to make sure you're okay

Ruggie Bucchi

Oh hell no.

The minute he hears about this, you're fucked.

You come back to a nice dinner with WATER as a drink.

A nice bath was waiting for you, too.

There's smooth jazz playing to relax you as well.

The second you ask for coffee or anything caffeinated, he'll shoot you the dirtiest look known to man and tell you no.

He'll have your favorite books set out for you and even bought some scented candles for you.

Bro abandoned Leona to make sure you'd take care of yourself.

That's how bad this is.

The second you even TRY to cut everyone off, he won't let you.

He'll take you to a nice secluded area, and you'll both take a walk there.

Ruggie wants what's best for you, and disassociating is not it.

Ruggie always has a book on hand for you, and he makes sure it's one that's to your taste, so you'll enjoy it.

You can daydream for a certain amount of time before it's time to come back to reality.

Overall, Ruggie is just caring to you.

He becomes a mother hen when you get like that.

[rose-of-the-grave]

Smells Like Heaven

Pairing: Lily x James

I've always loved reading fics where amortentia comes into play so, since I've started posted my writing on here, I've finally broken down and written one of my own. Hope y'all like it! I'm the author (please don't repost <3

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: Amortentia

Word Count: 3,187

Description: During Potions Lily and James are paired together to make Amortentia. Lily ends up reevaluating things because of what she smelled.

May 18th, 6th year

Students were hurriedly shuffling through the halls of Hogwarts, hoping to not be deducted house points if they were late. It was a nice day outside, the sky a beautiful shade of blue with only a few wisps of clouds in sight. The birds were chirping and the trees were swaying in the breeze.

None of this was noticed however, by one such student. A Gryffindor who was rushing to get to her next class. It was the last class of the day, Potions. Lily loved her classes but this was one class that she was dreading for one reason and one reason only. Potter. They had been assigned to each other and Professor Slughorn did not allow students to ask for changes.

It had only been a week since they had been partnered together but he had already gotten on her nerves. Because of his father, he was exceptionally talented in Potions. It was most likely the only class he really tried in. This unfortunately meant that he would occasionally hog the table and start mixing ingredients without even glancing at the instructions.

Lily was used to trying her hardest in class so having Potter try to do everything was unwelcome. After all, how was she supposed to learn if he did everything himself?

The very thought darkened her mood. The halls had started to thin out when she reached the door to Professor Slughorn's classroom. Lily just barely slid into her seat before class started. Her table mate looked up at her, he was probably about to make some remark about her being nearly late and how unusual that was. He was halted by the sound of their teacher.

"Alright, class. Today we are going to be brewing this potion that I have before me. Can anyone tell me what it is?" Slughorn asked, his voicing booming.

Someone answered, "Amortentia."

She heard a rustle. Peeking out from the side of her eye she quickly identified the cause. Potter just kept on moving. Small movements really, almost unnoticeable. But she noticed.

As if from far away she heard their teacher ask someone else about the potion. She faced forward, giving Professor Slughorn her full attention. Focusing on the instructions she turned her potions book to the correct page and took a look at the ingredients.

Lily tried, she really did. But the fidgeting was getting on her last nerve. Every small noise aggravated her more.

Finally, that last nerve snapped. "Would you please quit doing that Potter?"

He had been looking over at another table. Finally looking at her he apologized.

"Sorry, I'm just worried."

"Why?" Before he could respond she followed where his gaze had been only moments before. "Oh. Where's Remus?"

"I don't know. He said he wasn't feeling well at lunch but I don't know what happened afterwards. He said he was fine and that we shouldn't worry." His forehead scrunched up a bit, worry lines becoming prominent on his forehead.

Both of them knew that it would be near impossible to leave class and check up on there mutual friend. Knowing that they both silently agreed to start brewing the potion. The two of them worked in tandem, chopping this and slicing that. An unspoken agreement hanging in the air.

A few tables over, Sirius was doing the same thing, going out of his mind with worry.

When everybody had properly brewed their potion and their professor had signed off, everybody was told to smell their potion and tell their partner what scents they could identify.

They were about to do this when, finally, Remus walked in. Bags hung heavy under his eyes and looking exhausted. He was here.

"Five points from Gryffindor for tardiness, Mr. Lupin. Please, take your seat. Mr. Black will fill you in on what you have missed."

Nodding, he walked over to where Sirius sat and plopped down in the other seat.

Finally knowing that Remus was nearby, Lily and James turned to the task in front of them. They both sniffed the air near them trying to identify what they were smelling.

"Okay, I can go first." Lily offered.

"Go ahead."

"Okay, I smell..." She took a small sniff. "Freshly baked cookies, coffee, and..Are you sure this potion is working?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason." She said quickly, shaking her head, her cheeks already a bit pink. How could she tell him, the boy she's claimed to hate, all she can smell is him. A heady mix of sweat, cologne, and fresh air. Thinking quickly she said the first thing that came to mind.

"I also smell grass." That wasn't exactly a lie, she could. But it wasn't coming from the potion it was coming from her robes from when she had been sitting outside on the lawn. It was faint but she could still just barely smell it. Hopefully he couldn't.

"Okay, your turn. What do you smell?" She deflected. The longer his focus was on her the more uneasy she felt.

"Pumpkin juice, flowers, and strawberries." He looked at her when he said that last one.

She nodded absentmindedly and looked around the classroom. Everyone seemed like they had also finished.

Slughorn, having seen that everybody had finished, told them all to leave early. He assigned a short essay on Amortentia, its history and different uses.

"Go. It's a nice day outside. Enjoy!"

Everybody quickly gathered their things and shuffled out of the classroom. Lily could hear everybody discussing their summer plans. Ignoring James, she got up and walked out into the corridor.

She had almost reached the end of it when he caught up to her.

“Walk together?” He asked.

She nodded.

They walked together in silence. Uneasiness filled Lily. She had no idea how to act around him now that she had realized she fancied him. They had never really hung out together alone. They were always in the common room or the great hall or in class. Not to mention she had swore she hated him for years.

Now? She wasn't so sure.

*They weren’t friends, that much she knew, so how was she going to tell him that she could smell him in the amortentia? How could she tell him when she could hardly wrap her own mind around it? She didn’t know.

The two of them had just reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room when James stopped and turned to look at her. His brows were furrowed and he looked like he wanted to say something. 

After standing there waiting impatiently, Lily asked, “Well? What is it?”

“What’s what?”

“You’ve clearly got something to say so come on. Let’s hear it. Spit it out.” She was growing more and more annoyed with every second he hesitated.

He sighed, “You lied.”

“What?”

“In class. You were lying when you said that you could smell grass.”

“No, I wasn’t,” she replied, her eyes flashing furiously. Yes, she may have lied but that doesn’t mean he has to call her out on it. At least he’d had the good grace to do it in private.

“Yes, you were. Whenever you lie, you do that thing.” He twirled his hand.

Lily raised a brow,skeptical, “That thing?”

“You know. That thing where you twirl your hair. You do it every time you get nervous or lie. I remember when that Hufflepuff asked you out two weeks ago and you told them that you were really busy that night when you had nothing going on.”

She gasped, affronted. “I was busy!”

“Yeah, studying for a test that wasn’t for three weeks. You still have a week to get ready for it. One night would not have been the end of the world.”

Yes, although she was loath to admit it and would never dare say it to his face, he was right. She was just trying to let him down gently. He looked really nervous and she didn’t have the heart to hurt him.

“I wasn’t lying. Not about smelling the grass.”

“So you were lying to him! I knew it.” He looked so pleased. Of course he did. He managed to get her to allude to lying only about the grass.

“You know nothing of the kind. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going in.” She turned away from him, her hair floated through the air, accompanying the motion. The scent of her shampoo wafted over to him.

Strawberries.

Watching as she stepped through the doorway all James could think about was her. He had had a crush on her for years but whenever he asked her out, albeit somewhat jokingly after a while just to prove a point, he hadn’t taken it too hard. Or at least that’s what he would tell himself. Even though he expected her to say no there was always a small part of him that hoped against the odds and with every rejection that small part of him died.

Maybe, just maybe he would learn his lesson next year and not ask her out again.

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November 12th, 7th year

“Aaaaand Gryffindor wins against Slytherin with 270 points!”

It had been yet another win for Gryffindor and against Slytherin no less. Even though it still wasn’t that late yet and students were allowed in the halls it seemed as if the entirety of Gryffindor house was in the common room dancing, laughing and, in a few instances, singing horribly.

Lily was sitting near a window trying to get some fresh air. Over on the opposite side of the room James and Sirius were reenacting the match for some third years who were in awe of them. She watched them with a fond smile on her face. She and James had become somewhat friends in the past few months. Over the summer they had exchanged letters after finding out that they would be head boy and girl together. A tentative friendship had flourished between them and she had been delighted to discover that it was just as strong when they met again face to face on the platform at the beginning of the year.

It was nice finally being friends. Unfortunately she still couldn’t forget about that one day in Potions. It had kept her up all night for weeks at the end of the school year. Once they no longer saw each other everyday it got better but now? Now she felt as if she were being tortured. Being friends meant she got to see another side of him, a side that she really liked. She had no idea how to process it though.

“So Lily, when are you going to tell him?”

She looked over at her friend, Marlene.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please. Lils, whenever you look at him, or hear his name or even think about you get heart eyes.”

“I do not!”

“Do too! You gaze into the distance and smile. I was afraid you’d eat the poor boy alive yesterday at breakfast. If you look at him much more he’ll think you’ve gone mad. We can all tell that you like him and he’s clearly been into you for years. The only one who hasn’t noticed is Potter. Why don't you just get it over with and tell him?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m nervous.”

“What’s there to be nervous about? There is exactly zero chance of him rejecting you.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe last year that would have been right but now? We’re friends, we get along really well. I don’t want to ruin that. Besides, he usually would have asked me out by now. He always does. What if he’s finally given up? What if he’s moved on?”

“He hasn’t.”

“Yes, he has.”

“No, he hasn’t.”

“Says who?”

“The look in his eyes when he’s looking at you.” She retorted. Then, pausing to think, she followed it up with another thought. “Have you considered maybe he stopped asking you out for the same reason you don’t want to tell him? Maybe neither one of you wants to ruin this friendship.”

Then, looking over Lily’s shoulder, Marlene’s eyes widened and she rushed away with a frantic, “Bye!”

Staring after her best friend Lily thought about what she had just said. Was it possible that he didn’t want to wreck their friendship either? And if so how can she make it clear to him that she likes him back?

“Hey!”

Turning to face the cause of her woes, she plastered on a smile that hopefully would hide her inner panic.

“Hi.”

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

“Trying to get some fresh air, it was too crowded over there.” She motioned to the throng of people celebrating.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Really?” She was, understandably, skeptical. “What about all of your fans? They were too much for you?”

He laughs, acknowledging that she had a point.

“So, are you?” He asks.

“Am I what?” She inquires, looking out into the crowd before letting her gaze once more land on him again.

“Getting fresh air?”

She grins sheepishly, admitting, “No, not really.”, though she makes no move to actually accomplish what she said she was trying to do.

“I know somewhere that’s probably a little less crowded if you want some fresh air.”

She arched a brow at him.

He rushed to assure her of his intended meaning. “No! I didn’t mean. Sorry, that came out weird. I meant that we could go up to the Astronomy Tower if you wanted.” 

Lily smiles and nods.

Walking together, they weave through the crowd towards the door. Once they are out in the corridor it is a bit of a shock to them both just how many people are still out an about. 

Lily can spot a handful of Ravenclaws carrying some books who clearly just finished studying in the library. A few stairs down there’s a Hufflepuff waiting patiently for the stairs to come back to their landing. Even after all of these years Hogwarts still amazes her a bit. It’s nowhere near the sheer amount of wonder that the castle had filled her with as a child but it still never ceases to amaze her.

The pair navigate their way to the corridor that leads to the based of the tower. Climbing up the stairs they soon find themselves at the top. The sun is falling just past the horizon, a beautiful crimson color filling the sky. In the distance Lily swears she can hear an owl hoot. Looking out she can see almost the entire grounds. It’s absolutely magnificent.

Inhaling softly, the cool night breeze floods her senses. The air is cool and crisp, a sign that they were probably getting close to the first snowfall of the winter.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.” She observes breathlessly.

“Yes, it is”

Glancing over at her companion she is met with a pair of eyes staring right back at her. Blushing a bit she smiles at him. This. This is the perfect moment. Their alone and if he does end up rejecting her she can go back to the common room and wake up the next morning and pretend it never happened.

Unsure exactly how to bring it up, she looks away. How exactly do you smoothly start a conversation about something that happened months ago? It wouldn’t seem natural. What happened that day has weighed heavily on her mind but he’s probably forgotten all about it by now.

Deciding to just just get it over with, she starts by asking, “James?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember in Potions when we made Amortentia?”

Of course he did. How could he forget? Practically all he could smell was the scent of her shampoo. 

Cautiously, he responds affirmatively.

“Well, afterwards you asked if I lied.” Not his proudest moment, he must admit. “I told you that I didn’t and you never really brought it up again.” She bit her lip, her eyes looking everywhere, anywhere except him. “I wasn’t exactly lying, just to be clear, but I didn’t smell just grass. I could also smell fresh air, sweat, and,” She gulped. “Your cologne.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Lily was fidgeting a bit, unsure of what to say or do. She eventually settled on looking at her shoes. James, meanwhile, was similarly unsure. He had spent years crushing on her but it had all been good fun. Except for the first few times he never expected her to say yes when he asked her out. Similarly, he never expected her to like him like that. Then again, he didn’t think he even had a chance of being friends. He could hardly believe his ears. His crush of over five years had just admitted she liked him back.

“Really?” He had to be sure.

She sighed, looking over her shoulder. “Why else would I tell you?”

She had him there. Still, it was unbelievable. Not just improbable but impossible.

“So, you like me?”

At this point Lily is getting annoyed. How much clearer does she have to be?

“Yes. I like you. As in I don’t want to be just friends anymore.”

She takes a step closer to him. Inhaling sharply, he looks her in the eyes. He has a dazed, deer in the headlights, sort of expression. Hesitantly, Lily lifts a hand up slowly to make sure it’s okay. Finally, the palm of her hand grazes his cheek. James tilts his head a bit, leaning into her touch.

She reaches up onto the tips of her toes, her movements unhurried, a complete contrast to her racing heartbeat. Then, after what feels like hours, her lips just barely brush his. The feel of her lips on his seems to jerk him out of his dazed state. Surging forward, he kisses her. Gently, at first, but with passion. They get lost in the feeling.

Both of Lily’s hands move up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He moans into her mouth at her actions, spurring her onward. Wrapped up in the midst of the kiss they both barely registered the first soft flurry. It wasn’t until more fell on their faces that they pulled apart. Snow had started to fall signaling the start of winter.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“So, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Lily nodded.

“Great.” He said with a smile.

The air between them felt thick with awkwardness and tension. 

“Do you want to go back?” He asked.

“And face Marlene saying ‘I told you so’? No. We can watch the snow fall for a bit, if you want.”

“Why not.”

And so they sat down on the cold stone, huddled together for warmth, arms wrapped around each other, watching the snow fall gracefully, covering the grounds in a white blanket. When Lily and James eventually went back to the dormitories, their cheeks tinged pink from the cold but smiling from ear to ear, the party had calmed down and almost everybody had gone to bed. Saying goodnight, they both went to bed anticipating their first date.

[triviallytrue]

Honour Mode Act 1 Complete

Overall thoughts: I enjoy playing without savescumming being an option. It speeds up the game and forces me to be more thoughtful. Aside from that, the changes feel pretty minimal - there are only 7 bossfights in act 1, of which I only did 6, so the net impact of the changes on my run thus far has been small.

Analysis of the bossfights + balance thoughts below the cut.

Owlbear (Fought at level 3): First bossfight I took. Didn't realize it was going to be a bossfight, went into it expecting an easy ride like on tactician. Definitely the most-changed of any of the fights, over twice as hard. Had to rely on the NPC assists and Command to get me through. Probably the closest call I've had thus far, though it wasn't that close. One of two fights where a character was downed.

After the Owlbear, I started looking up which fights were bossfights/what their changes were and planning in advance.

Phase Spider Matriach (Level 4): I suspect this fight is legitimately very dangerous at level 3, but at level 4 it's not bad. The main change is that it's uncheeseable now. There's also a new reaction, but it only got fired at me once, and it missed. Killed the ads, had my cleric spam command and my bard Tasha's to lock it down, and then beat it to death with my monk. Barely took damage.

Auntie Ethel (Level 5): Again, would've been hard at 4 but not bad at 5. Still took a fair amount of damage, but didn't come all that close to dropping. Her special reaction is designed to counter the best way of taking out her clones (mass magic missile) but it's hard-countered by monks - with 3 ki points you can force her to make 3 saves (2 against stunning, 1 against stagger) and if she fails any of them she can't use her reaction. With her reaction gone and her clones dealt with, 145 HP is not very much for a boss to have against a level 5 party.

Bernard (DNF): As far as I can tell, the risk-reward on this fight is very bad. It's easily bypassable with Sussur blooms if you want the XP, but I just used the books to get the items with dialogue.

Inquisitor W'wargaz (Level 6): You know how 145 HP is not a lot of health against a level 5 party? It's really not a lot of health against a level 6 party. Never even saw this guy's honour mode changes because he was dead before he ever got a turn. Give him a crazy high initiative or some kind of better AC/resistances for him to be a threat.

True Soul Nere (Level 6): My pick for the most improved fight of Act 1. Nere's changes make him basically impossible to burst down, and if you had to fight him alongside all the Duergar it would be a legitimately nasty fight. Unfortunately for Nere and fans of game difficulty, it's easy to get more than half the Duergar to turn against him. The resulting fight is not trivial, but I never felt like I was in serious risk of things spiraling out of control.

Grym (Level 7): There's an argument to be made here that this is the hardest fight in act 1, but I took it a little too seriously and ended up beating it without taking any damage. So it goes. His new honour mode ability is cool but Silence makes you immune to thunder damage which takes away its sting, my sorcerer's Twinned Haste on my monk and cleric meant I had very good damage output and was also able to cast Command on him twice per turn if necessary, so I kept him stunlocked and beat him to death pretty quickly. My bard contributed nothing to this fight.

Overall balance thoughts: You may have noticed a few themes here - in 3 of the 6 fights I took, Command was used to stunlock the boss. Command would be extremely good as a level 2 spell and still often worth using as a level 3 spell. As a level 1 spell, it makes clerics a must-have for any party and easily slots them in as the second best class in the game.

But still not quite the best class in the game, which is monk. Tavern Brawler Open Hand Monk, to be specific. At level 3, Open Hand monks get the ability to suppress reactions if enemies fail a save. At level 4, they get Tavern Brawer, which with strength elixirs means you have a +12 to hit with 1d6+10 damage on 3 attacks per turn. At level 5 they get extra attack and also the ability to stun if enemies fail a save. At level 6 they get another huge boost to damage. They have a great set of gear with no real overlaps with other classes that drives these numbers up even farther.

This combination of traits - high accuracy, high damage, lots of attacks per turn, ability to stun and suppress reactions at will, all bundled together in a nice, smooth earlygame progression package, is ridiculously good. Definitely the standout character of the run thus far.

Command should be nerfed or removed, Tavern Brawler should be nerfed or removed, early game strength elixirs should be nerfed or removed. Til then, I'm playing the cards I'm dealt.

[habken]

oh my gosh fellow animation student !! I love learning about other people's art school experience, if you'd be willing to share? I think the diversity of assignments and teaching styles and focuses is cool 🩷 love your art as well !!

Yeah I can share a bit ! I’ve really enjoyed the program so far, I think I’ve learned a lot and I’ve gotten the chance to use programs I wouldn’t have access to usually!

First semester I had 9 classes (I’m counting story lab + lecture as two separate ones) and it was honestly pretty difficult to keep up with the workload, especially because I was still finishing up zine work. I had so many assignments, there were many weeks I’d have something due everyday, sometimes multiple things in the same day, so time management was a big struggle and I ended up having to sacrifice the amount of drawing I did for fun and for socmed </3 I think that was the biggest bummer cause it meant I lost both what helped me relieve stress and something that made me happy :/

While the work was intense and time consuming, I really did enjoy what I was making for each class. My favourite classes were character design, storyboarding, and animation. I felt like they were the ones I did best in and I realized loved my animation teacher her classes were really fun and I laughed a lot lol. I also really enjoyed my life drawing class, I have a lot of respect for my teacher, he marked harshly but I learned so much under him and my life drawing skills have improved a lot since september. He also collects bones and brought them in and it was super cool. He told us all the stories of were he’d picked them up, like asking farmers or finding roadkill and cleaning them.

Overall in each class, I really appreciated the critique I’ve gotten and I feel like I’ve really improved! I actually dropped out of art school before and one of the main reasons was because I felt like I wasn’t really getting anything out of the program. My stuff was nowhere near perfect but I was one of the better students so teachers used my stuff as an example rather than see me as a student that also was there to learn. I hated that so I left, and I’m really happy I don’t feel that way in the program I’m in now!

What I will say though is one of the hardest lessons to learn is that you can’t go 100% on every single thing, it’s just straight up impossible unless you don’t take care of yourself and get no sleep. It sucks because you want to do your best and be amazing at everything, but an assignment that’s half assed is better than handing in nothing at all and also better than permanently hurting yourself because you push through the pain and don’t allow yourself any rest.

One of the things that sucked the most assignment wise was my bone portfolio for life drawing, I had so much planned out and I really wanted to do amazing, but I had to cut a lot out to get it done on time, and so the finished project was lacking a lot. I got a decent mark for it, but personally I know it could’ve been so much better, and I just have to live with the sacrifice I made so I could get all my work done on time lol

I don’t want to share too much more about the assignments I did, but I was really proud of my work in my character design class and also my last storyboard assignment, where we took part of a script and made new boards based on it. I got a lot of compliments from the teacher about my attention to detail with subtle and human actions. I’m happy cause that’s the kind of stuff I love portraying and love seeing in films haha.

One other thing is I was so close to failing layout, the last two assignments I left until the very end and almost didn’t get them in one time before teacher’s grades were due, and without them I would’ve failed the class. As it stands, I got over a 90 average so the two assignments made a big difference lmao.

Sorry this was so long lol

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

TRELAWNEY ISN’T A FRAUD!

So as we “know” or so we believed Trelawney was a total liar. Well allow me to show you that she was in fact not at all. Most of the times we know of at least, because she did have a habit of talking big about small things which I’m not counting here.

So first let’s ignore the 2 obvious prophecies and the times she would tell about the Lavenders rabbit dying or Hermione dropping the class as those could be blamed on chance. Sybill does have a sort of “inner eye” but sadly the way she tells the information accompanied by her usual “mysterious” style makes them pretty unbelievable.

But after some analysis allow me to show you this post. This is all I could think about for now in the case of her divinations.

Let’s first analyze the subject of Divination itself. As quoted:

“ Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, 'So you may have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field..

[…]

‘Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future,’ “

Divination is a strong emotional subject. Mainly based on feelings, interpretation and beliefs. Small glimpses of probable future yet to be interpreted to ones mind.

That’s why it is indeed one of the hardest subjects as it is impossible to understand by reading. In divination you have to rely on your instincts and feelings when using “future-telling” methods.

So let’s get to the actual interesting parts.

“ ... the doors of the Great Hall opened again. It was Professor Trelawney, gliding towards them as though on wheels. She had put on a green sequined dress in honour of the occasion, making her look more than ever like a glittering, oversize dragonfly.

‘Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise!' said

Dumbledore, standing up.

'I have been crystal-gazing, Headmaster,' said Professor Trelawney, in her mistiest, most faraway voice, and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the prompting of fate? I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to forgive my lateness..'

‘Certainly, certainly,' said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. 'Let me draw you up a chair -'

[...]

Professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down; her enormous eyes had been roving around the table, and she suddenly uttered a kind of soft scream.

'I dare not, Headmaster! If I join the table, we shall be thirteen! Nothing could be more unlucky! Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!' “

[ HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban ]

This doesn’t seem important does it? Especially that when Harry and Ron stood up nothing happened. Oh just another one of Trelawneys pointless ramblings. It is in fact not! Just look:

This is an assumption as I don’t think it was ever confirmed but it’s reasonable enough that I find it true.

We were given a list of all the people sitting at the moment. Dumbledore, McGonagal, Snape, Sprout, Flitwick, Filch, 3 other students and of course Harry, Ron and Hermione.

12

Or at least it might seem like that…

We know that this was the time that Crookshanks was after Scabbers. It is said in this exact same chapter that Scabbers was constantly staying in Ron’s pocket. The thing is that Scabbers is not a rat. And so if he was present at the moment there were already 13 people sitting at the table!

But what’s so special about it, nothing happened to Harry or Ron anyway? Well that is because they weren’t the ones who stood up first at that moment.

“ ‘Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise!' said Dumbledore, standing up. “

Everything checks out. Out of all the people present at the table ( counting Scabbers/Wormtail ) Dumbledore was the first one to die

But as I said this is just a very probable assumption. The next one isn’t.

Remember that time on Order of Phoenix when Molly and Sirius had an argument?

“ ‘He's not your son,’ said Sirius quietly.

‘He's as good as,’ said Mrs Weasley fiercely. ‘Who else has he got?’

‘He's got me!’

‘Yes,’ said Mrs Weasley, her lip curling, ‘the thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?’

Sirius started to rise from his chair.

‘Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,’ said Lupin sharply. ‘Sirius, sit down.’ “

There were also 13 people sitting at a table at that moment. Sirius was the first one to stand up and he was the first one to die.

That’s what I got with the 13’s for now but If I missed a prediction like this I’d love to see someone who has found it.

Continuing to the Goblet of Fire:

“ 'I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn,' said Professor Trelawney, a faint note of resentment in her voice at the fact that he had obviously not been hanging on her words.

"Born under -what, sorry?' said Harry.

"Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!' said

Professor Trelawney, sounding definitely irritated that he wasn't riveted by this news. 'I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth. Your dark hair... your mean stature... tragic losses so young in life... I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in mid-winter?'

"No,' said Harry, 'I was born in July.' “

[ HP and the Goblet of Fire ]

When I was younger and I read this scene it made me laugh. But when re-re-re-…re-reading it as I am much older it made me think. Trelawney isn’t wrong here. The problem is she doesn’t sense this in Harry.

What is this person talking about you might think? Allow me to elaborate. As we already agreed Divination is no clear-answers and easy interpretations. So Sybill thought that what she sensed was about Harry, while in fact it wasn’t!

‘[…] Your dark hair... your mean stature... tragic losses so young in life... I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in mid-winter?’

Let’s think who else fits that description.

It is no one else than Tom Marvolo Riddle. Dark Hair, mean stature, and a tragic loss ( mother dying shortly after birth ) young in life. But most importantly Tom Riddle was born on 31st December. Mid winter.

And as we later know Harry is a Horcrux of Lord Voldemort aka Tom. Harry has part of Voldemorts soul inside him and that’s why Trelawney thought it was Harry.

“ ‘Harry proceeded through deserted corridors, though he had to step hastily behind a statue when Professor Trelawney appeared round a corner, muttering to herself as she shuffled a pack of dirty-looking playing cards, reading them as she walked.

‘Two of spades: conflict,' she

murmured, as she passed the place where Harry crouched, hidden. 'Seven of spades: an ill omen. Ten of spades: violence. Knave of spades: a dark young man, possibly troubled, one who dislikes the questioner -'.

She stopped dead, right on the other side of Harry's statue.

‘Well, that can't be right,' she said, annoyed, and Harry heard her reshuffling vigorously as she set off again, leaving nothing but a whiff of cooking sherry behind her. “

[ HP and the Half Blood Prince ]

This is the book where Sybill is a bit unstable due to her previous trouble with Umbridge, the current state where there are 2 Divination teachers and Dumbledore kind of avoids meeting with her.

For me the quote above talks about Malfoy. She’s getting hints, but at her state she can’t interpret them well enough.

Why Malfoy? Well at that time Malfoy was trying to kill Dumbledore remember? He was a Death Eater. A dark troubled young man. The rest of this talks about the events that Malfoy causes in attempts to get rid of the headmaster.

“ ‘If Dumbledore chooses to ignore the warnings the cards show -

Her bony hand closed suddenly around

Harry's wrist.

‘Again and again, no matter how Ilay them out -

And she pulled a card dramatically from underneath her shawls.

"-the lightning-struck tower,' she whispered. Calamity. Disaster. Coming nearer all the time…’ “

Well taking out a disaster where did Dumbledore die in the end? On top of the astronomy tower. Lighting-struck tower

“ A JET of GREEN LIGHT hits Dumbledore squarely in the chest. For a second he

hangs, suspended upon the ramparts, and then... the night swallows him.

Bellatrix raises her wand to the sky and a DEAFENING BLAST shakes the castle, masking Harry’s cry. The CLOUDS EXPLODE with GRIM LIGHT, mutating into a SKULL. “

And for the end here’s a lil drawing I made of Sybill:

[prince-of-elsinore]

I was pondering, as one does, what S. E. Hinton told Rob Lowe about Sodapop dying in Vietnam, and decided to do some digging. For context:

S. E. even says it's not canon (😌), but it did get me thinking. Soda fits the demographic (lower class, not highly educated) hardest hit by the draft to a T, so what would his chances have been like?

Here's a graph of conscription via the draft by year (source):

Soda is 16 going on 17 in The Outsiders, which takes place in 1965, meaning he'd turn 18 in 1966, the year with the highest conscription levels. So far not looking so good.

However, I also remembered that there is such thing as a Hardship Deferment, classified as 3-A: "Deferred from military service because service would cause hardship upon his family" (source). Unfortunately I was unable to find clear eligibility requirements for a 3-A deferment during the time of the Vietnam War. Many sources refer to "dependents," but to the best of my knowledge (based on current military guidelines and various historical references I've come across), that does not mean it would be limited to fathers/legal guardians of dependent children (though it would almost certainly apply to Darry as Ponyboy's guardian). It seems to apply in any situation where a family member is dependent on the draftee due to minority (being under 18), illness/infirmity, or financial hardship. Considering that Sodapop dropped out of school to work full time and help Darry pay the bills, and that Darry already works two jobs and is hardly able to be at home with his underage brother, it seems that as long as Pony was under 18 Soda would have a strong case for a 3-A deferment. (Please, if anyone has more information on 3-A deferment, feel free to add on/correct me.)

Ponyboy had recently turned 14 in the book, meaning he'd turn 18 in 1969 (I'm guessing in the summer, based on my understanding of the book's timeline). Theoretically, Soda's draft number could have been called up as soon as Ponyboy was of age, and I'm guessing a 3-A would no longer apply. There was a significant drop-off in conscription from 1969-1970, however, and it continues to decrease rapidly from there. With a 3-A deferment Sodapop would have been protected from conscription during the years he would be at the greatest risk.

So, while not impossible, it seems relatively unlikely that Sodapop would've been conscripted after all. I'm sure this has been keeping you up at night, too; now you can rest a little easier 😌

[squadrah]

i have a brainworm and would like to share with the class & get some input and such ,,

ghiaccio but he’s actually calm/happy/acts like a regular fucking person around people he trusts deeply. Like. Would unironically die for them. this is a hard status to obtain, and i’m wondering who on the team you think would acquire the Trust™️ of the blue creature?

not a question, just an add on thought,,, personally, i think ghiaccio likes the idea of being affectionate with those he trusts, but he’s just been dealt a bad hand too many times for there to really be many people he trusts around him ,,, does this make sense maybe i’m just rambling about the weird blue guy now lol

Thank you for sharing with the class, Anon! :D

I always like the idea of characters in relatively bad situations having some conditions under which they can feel normal or comfortable, and this tickled me because I love Ghiaccio both as a screaming gremlin and as someone who deserves to be less of it, hehe.

Right off the bat, my thought was that a person who might be granted the Trust™️ of the blue creature should be at least two things: 1) someone Ghiaccio can respect in some way, and 2) straightforward. I mean respect as in they either have some qualities that Ghiaccio admires or they have earned his respect, and straightforward as in somebody who will square with him and communicate what they mean and want so that there's no confusion. I headcanon Ghiaccio as autistic and feel he would appreciate someone who doesn't send mixed signals. Here the best contenders are Prosciutto, Melone, and probably Risotto, though his position as leader might hinder the development.

But I would like to allow for some leeway as well, so another type of person who could earn the Trust™️ is someone who is very clearly actively striving for it. I would put Formaggio and maybe Pesci here because they would have to make more effort to truly earn respect, but they also have more amicable vibes, which would make affection easier. My vision of Gelato and Sorbet are also contenders here, though affection would be far easier with Gelato than with Sorbet, and the latter's vibes are not exactly light.

This leaves Illuso as the one who might have the hardest time getting close (simply because he's such a mean girl of a man), though it would not be impossible for him from the right angle - someone shoot me an ideal relationship dynamics ask on Illuso/Ghiaccio and I'll tell you more, ehe.

Now onto the affection part of it, because you did not mention forms of affection beyond being calm/happy/normal, so I wanted to add to all this that I feel like Ghiaccio's means of affection would be mirroring. If he trusts and feels comfortable around someone, he might show it by mirroring them somewhat. Melone gives me the impression of someone whose tone outside of missions is always calm and languid, and I can see Ghiaccio relaxing into adopting a calm and quiet tone when they talk. Prosciutto is very physical, especially with his hands, so I could see Ghiaccio touching him on his arms or back as he started getting comfortable. With Formaggio or Gelato, he would start laughing when they laughed and go with their flow, at least until he gets overstimulated. And I could also see getting close in the physical sense of him just, scooting close to those he trusts. You know you're on his shit list when you need to give him a wide berth, and you know you've got something special going on if he is very obviously closing the distance, even if he's not always aware that he's right in your face. He probably has his cooldown periods where he disengages, but he will come back and start hovering all over again and it's quite magical.