#let see how long they'll be able to date in secret

[dllamarama]

look at his weird sitting posture. i wonder how chaotic it will be in the morning when they slept in before realising that the parents will be back very soon. i mean, dude....

[brucewaynehater101]

Hm if Janet/ Talia happens there is a chance that Tim met Damian before the rest of the bats, which means there is also a chance that Damian prefers Tim to the rest, which means Damian might either

a) be given Robin willingly by tim

or

b) go with Tim to save Bruce

I love your brain. Fudge. We're gonna add into Lady Shiva [Sandra] too :)

Okay... Hmm... So, Talia and Janet get together in a way that both Damian and Tim know of each other.

Let's just say Jack died when Tim was five, which caused Janet to either take Tim with her or visit Gotham more often. This includes taking Tim to meet up with Talia after the two get serious.

The siblings have a seven year age gap (depending), so the theoretical youngest they can be is when Tim is seven. I would assume Talia is still somewhat enamored with Bruce... So let's say the youngest is when Tim is eight.

This is vital because this is before Tim figures out that Batman = Bruce. Tim meets his maybe brother who's one. He knows he's the son of Batman (which is really cool to the eight year old!!!), but doesn't know who Batman is nor that he should inform him.

Nine year old Tim figures out who Batman is... and does he inform his moms or keep it a secret? Either way, he doesn't tell Bruce about his two year old son. That's Tim's little brother, and he doesn't want to share with Dick (he's nine, y'all. He's intelligent, but he assumes he wouldn't become a brother to Dick. After all, Janet isn't dating Bruce too). Therefore, Tim asks for some lessons from Talia so he can continue being the cool big brother.

Talia asks Lady Shiva to come over and help out. This leads to a romance between Janet, Sandra, and Talia. Tim also becomes well-trained with the bo staff and other measures (he's not training for Bruce, but Janet won't let him kill. She thinks he should be older before making that decision for himself [since she's dating two killers, she can't really tell Tim no]. She's fine with Tim learning how to as long as he isn't actually doing it).

Lady Shiva, after seeing both of her partners with kids, tracks down twelve year old Cass. Cass thus learns to speak with Talia and Janet's resources and becomes an older sister to Tim and Damian. She will spend time with either Damian or Tim [or both if they are together] when she's not spending time with her mom (and the two of them are able to resolve their differences a bit more with Talia and Janet's help). Cass will travel with Tim sometimes to Gotham.

Damian, with Talia, Janet, and Tim around, does not become as adverse or guarded to Bruce's family. It helps that Tim gushes about the Robins and Nightwing to Damian and refers to them as Damian's brothers (but not Tim's. Thus, Tim accidentally gives Damian the mindset that Tim and the Waynes are separate groups that might fight. Damian is extremely loyal, so he'll choose the brother he's known practically his whole life over the strangers he's only heard of in stories [if it came down to a fight]).

Then Robin (Jason) dies. Damian is five and thus much too young to become Robin. Tim talks to Talia (and then Janet) about Tim stepping in.

The moms do *not* want to do this. This would mean less time with Tim, hiding his travels from the Detective, and their soon to he thirteen year old getting into harm's way (even though he's only planning to ask Dick at first).

Tim is a stubborn guy, though, so they agree as long as Tim passes a certain marker in training. It takes a few months, but the moms nervously allow Tim to do what he must. Cass goes with him, though, so they'll be more reassured. She doesn't make her presence known to the Bats, but Tim's gotten used to knowing when she's there or not.

The moms are not pleased when they realize he's Robin. They do find out that Tim is able to lie to Bruce and pretend to be a prodigy with training. Tim tells the grieving man (who's not as focused as he should be) that the kid got experience from gymnastics and mixed martial arts. That's why his base is so good. He also takes down King Snake again and excuses some of his more lethal moves (that he learns to adapt to less lethal) as training from Lady Shiva during that time. He lies that he will have no further communication with the woman (his third mom).

So Tim is a scarily efficient Robin who makes time to visit Damian and his moms (where he also receives more training). He tells Damian that he's merely holding the title of Robin for the kid if he wants it when he's older.

The timeline is a little fucky, but Tim finds out (maybe less than a month into being Robin), that Jason is alive.

At first, he's excited, relieved, and disappointed. Jason can come back to being Robin, but all of Tim's work (him putting up with Bruce's bad attitude [and no. Tim does not tell his moms about that]) is for naught.

Then he visits Jason without informing Bruce to confirm. He quickly understands that Bruce can not know about Jason in that current state. However, Tim encourages Damian to seek out a relationship with Jason (who's Damian's older brother).

Tim goes back to being Robin, and Cass finally gets caught tailing Tim. Tim vouches for her but asks Barbara to look out for her instead of Bruce. Cass is then allowed to patrol and assist Tim officially (as well as gain some independence and her own cases outside of her younger brother).

Jason becomes close with Damian before and after being shoved into a pit. This becomes fractured, however, when Tim first shows up to meet Jason again.

Jason does not like Tim and spits all the shit he did in canon. Tim becomes upset but allows Jason his space. Damian becomes upset with Jason, so Jason reluctantly starts hiding his resentment (he eventually gets to thinking of Tim as a younger brother. It takes a bit, though. It then takes a while for Tim to believe him).

Anyways, yes! Damian knows Tim will give him Robin when the time is right, and they also have healthy communication set up.

[russellsppttemplates]

It's like we won't even be there (Lewis Hamilton)

Mercedes has three power couples

Note: english is not my first language. After a long time, I'm finally posting this request.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions gender inequality, misogynistic ideals

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"Everyone on social media has an inkling that you're bringing someone to the race. Is it your belle, Mr. Hamilton?", you teased your boyfriend as he got ready for bed.

You had arrived in Abu Dhabi a few hours earlier, caught a cab to the hotel where your boyfriend had been resting before media day.

"Is that so?", he wondered, "I haven't told anyone outside the team. And even them, I told them you would be joining as my guest, only a few people actually know about us", he assured.

"I don't mind it, we'll have to be public at some time. Three years dating outside of the public eye, plus another year of what the kids call soft launching, whatever happens this weekend, happens", you tranquilized him.

This had been an ongoing conversation for you for as long as you've dated. His lifestyle came with many implications, particularly not always being home and public eye. You also spent a lot of time focused on your job, building the company now associated to your name to the people in the finance business, so the latter question was the biggest one. While you were successful, it hardly impacted your life when it came to the public eye or social media. You had your accounts, sure, but they were private and they never got in the way of your job.

"I just don't want people to lash out on you", he replied, sitting next to you on the bed, his fingers tracing shapes in your hand, "I've seen how brutal they can be, I've felt how brutal they can be, and I don't want that for you. They'll gossip because that's how things work, but I don't want them breaking the respect line.", Lewis stated.

"Lew, I understand and appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine. I have you, our families, our friends, I'm going to be just fine. I don't know how they'll react, so I'll work with whatever happens", you smiled, snuggling into him as he caressed your face.

.

"Good morning, Y/N! How have you been? I haven't seen you in so long!", Carmen said as she hugged you once you arrived in the hospitality, Lewis kissing your cheek briefly before he headed for his meeting.

"Hello, gorgeous girl! I've been good, and you?", you greeted her with a kiss on each cheek after saying goodbye to Lewis.

"Same old, busy but managed to come and support G this weekend. You, however, seem to finally let it out", she smirked, walking with you to the coffee station and serving yourselves, sitting in the balcony as you overlooked the track.

"There's no point in keeping it a secret, I guess. We did it for a while, and this past year we both realised that we want to be able to go out and not be worried someone will see us and whatever consequences it could bring. We're adults who hope other adults will behave like such", you smiled.

"A hard thing to do sometimes, for them at least", you heard a female voice coming closer to you, "I don't believe we've met before, but Toto said you were hanging out here", the blonde woman said.

Suzie Wolff had been someone you looked up to since you were little, so this was a proper fangirl moment, "sit, sit! This is Y/N!", Carmen introduced after giving her a brief introduction.

"I keep missing you whenever you join us for the races!", she said, "the pandemic didn't help, and lately I've been so busy with the F1 Academy that I've hardly been to races myself", she reasoned, beginning the start of a conversation that was only interrupted for lunchtime.

"Press usually have a field day with powerful women related to this sport. You should be able to get away with it because you don't work for racing, but they love going on and on about how we got to where we are because of who we date", Suzie shook her head.

"Absolutely, because George is very interested in Family Offices and he got me my job", Carmen rolled her eyes, "you try and give that guy math stuff and you see how it turns out! Besides, not many people actually knew who he was, they're not very into motorsport, only a couple of them!", she teased.

"Agreed! The only way I was able to have my own company was because I name dropped Lewis, who I didn't know at the time. He doesn't know his numbers all that well. It's so easy for them to point fingers, but it's really just because they hate to see a powerful woman get the job done", you offered, seeing your partners arrive to the table along Laura.

"Social media is going crazy about you, Y/N!", Laura, one of the team's social media managers said while you had lunch, "there's people who spent the whole morning trying to find out who you were and they were faling to find your accounts. Apparently, they were looking in model agencies and such until someone pointed out you studied at the same university as them, and it's pointed them in the right direction I'd say?", she shrugged her shoulders, showing you her phone as she scrolled through media, "they're still trying to find out more, but they only have a few articles from your company and a picture of you when you graduated that is on the university's Wall of Fame!", she made you giggle, fondly looking at the wall of pictures you saw everyday on your way to lectures.

"Are you on the Wall of Fame and didn't tell us, Y/N?", Carmen exclaimed at the new information, "it's barely anything, I'm still there probably because someone forgot to remove the picture", you blushed, suddenly feeling like the table's attention was on you.

"Why would they take out the picture of the most beautiful woman with the most achievements?", Lewis charmed, holding your hand in his as he smiled.

.

"Are you guys ready for the race? If all goes well, we can get back to the points!", Suzie cheered as she handed you and Carmen your bottles of water.

"Lew has been beating himself up a lot lately, hopefully everything works in their favour", you held your hands together after setting the water bottle on the counter.

It was very touch and go, but the boys ended up with good results given the position they started in.

"Congrats, my love!", you said in Lewis' ear as he squeezed your torso over the barrier, delighting the sight of everyone who was watching and seeing the happy couple, "couldn't have done it without you, gorgeous girl", he yelled back, stealing a kiss before running to the mechanics.

"I'm just going to check where Suzie is and then we can go for dinner, guys", Toto stated, squeezing George's and Lewis' shoulders before checking is phone to see if his wife had seen the text he sent about said dinner.

"The F1 Academy paddock is closed, you can see it from here that nobody is there", George pointed out as his boss frowned.

"I would help you, but I have to go and look for Carmen, too", George scratched his cheek as they walked along the corridor, seeing Lewis open his driver's room door and slumping his shoulders slightly, "Y/N is not here either".

"Where have the Mercedes missus gone...?", Toto muttered.

It didn't take then long to hear the mix of your three giggles coming from the lounging area, the three of you sat in the smaller sofas around a coffee table, hot drinks in your hands as you discussed something avidly but in a relaxing way still.

"Are the three of you willing to have dinner with the three of us? We'll still let you speak between yourselves, okay? It's like we won't even be there!", Toto joked.

[moviecritc]

deaf, blind and mute ⋆ pato o'ward (ft. david malukas)

pairing: pato o'ward x teammate!fem!oc, david malukas x teammate!fem!oc (platonic)

tropes: secret relationship

summary: pato, david and mía have to do a challege together for the media day and they ended spilling that pato and mía are dating

warnings: chaos, partial smau

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling.

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The Arrow McLaren team knew Pato and Mía were sentimentally involved with each other for a long time. When they informed them about it they'd been dating for almost ten months and it's been four month since that meeting. Back then they agreed that they'll keep their relationship private so it doesn't interfere in bussiness and to mantain the team image. Also because of Mía being and dating a driver, she was afraid of losing credibility.

Privately, Pato and Mía were the cutest couple for all of their friends. They met on karting when they were kids, then they reunite many years later in McLaren's Indycar team. They were together in the same team for five years as friends before they started dating.

At that time, Mía was feeling down because she didn't like any guy. The only masculine contact that she liked was Pato's, and thanks to some friend's advice she realized that it was because she was in love with Pato. Meanwhile, Pato had had a crush on Mía for the past five years.

And now they were doing a silly challege for the Arrow McLaren media team because of the upcoming season. Oh and David Malukas was also around.

"Hey guys, it's Mía," she waved at the camera with a smile.

"This is David," he scrunched his nose and imitated Mía.

"And I'm Pato," he said. The team put David in the middle so Pato and Mía didn't get handy all of a sudden. "And we're here to do the deaf, mute and blind challege. Were one of us is going to be deaf, other blind and other mute."

"And we're also baking a cake for the Arrow McLaren anniversary," explained David.

"If that's not enough, they're going to ask us questions once in a while," Mía said, with a smirk. "And all of us are going to be able to answer them

"But that's a lot of work..." David complained.

"I know," Mía whispered.

"Alright! Let's get into work, mates," Pato clapped his hands.

Mía quickly move to his side, messing the organization the team made. "How do we distribute them?" she rubbed her hands together, watching the tape, headphones and band the team got them.

"It looks like a weird sex kit, don't you think?" David said.

"Oh my God, Dave!" Mía exclaimed, hiding a laughter. "You're going mute."

Mía handed him the tape and he gave her a bad look.

"I'll take the headphones," Mía smiled triumphant. "You guys received my playlist, right?"

Mía looked around into the backstage, receiving a nod from their media manager Vic.

"I'm too cool to be mute," David complained.

Meanwhile Mía helped Pato tying the band around his eyes with a silly smile.

"Okey, we're ready," Pato said, after Mía made sure he couldn't see anything.

"Give me a banger, Vic!" Mía said, almost shouting. They started playing Cruel Summer and she sang along from the very first verse.

Pato tried caught her attention so Mía could read the recipe for him. He knew it would be a bad idea to put headphones on her girlfriend.

"Mía!" he didn't shout too much, but she kept singing. "MÍA, I NEED YOU TO READ THE RECIPE OUT LOUD,"

"EH?" she also started to scream.

"THE RECIPE," Pato kept shouting.

"THE RECIPE?"

"YES!" Pato almost jumped when Mía got it right.

David looked at the camera, sick of the couple.

"NICE!" Mía said and handed Pato the paper so he could read it. "Oh, wait."

Mía read him the recipe trying to control her voice while David had a long face because of not being able to talk.

"Alright," Pato felt around the table, preparing to bake. He search for Mía. "MÍA, I NEED YOU TO GUIDE ME TO MAKE THE CAKE."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT, BABE, I CAN READ YOUR LIPS," she nodded with a soft smile.

None of the couple notice the nickname, they must've been used to it. But David looked to Vic quickly, with a scared glance.

"Ok, guys, hand me the butter," Pato extended his hand and Mía had the impulse to lick it. She controlled herself for the team's sake.

"THE WHAT?" she shouted again.

David made space for himself and gave Pato the goddamn butter. Mía looked at them with disgust.

"Why has to be Pato the one to do everything?"

"Because you'd fuck it, hermosa," Pato said, vocalizing slowly so Mía understanded every word.

She gasped but not as loud as the media team after Pato's word.

"Get the fuck out of my way," Mía said, decided to make the cake once and for all. "Dave, let's do this together. Oh, I love this song."

Mía got distracted and started singing No Scrubs.

"Ok, guys. It's time for the first question," Vic said, trying to control everything that had been going on for the whole challenge. "And, please, get Mía's attention."

Both of the guys stared at Mía dancinc in the back and singing along. Pato tapped her shoulder, only to Mía singing it straight to his face. Pato didn't even try to pretend that he despised it. He just stared at her with loving eyes.

"No, I don't want your number. No, I don't wanna give you mine," Mía sang horribly but Pato couldn't stop looking at her.

"Oh my God, guys!" David peeled off the tape from his mouth, his expression fed up. "Hide it a little more, idiots."

Pato stopped laughing and turn his head to David, even though he couldn't see him. He raised his band a little to look at Vic and see what they were doing now.

"WHAT DID HE SAID?" Mía gave Pato a scared stare and took off one of the headphones. "What is going on?"

Mía talk only to Pato, almost whispering. Pato give Vic another glance and she just shrugged her shoulders, downplaying importance.

"Jus Dave being stupid," Pato explained and looked at David rasing his eyebrow, he nodded.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary then," Mía smiled and put her headphones back on.

"What was the question again?" Pato said, before giving Mía a loving stare.

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patriciooward isn't she lovely?

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davidmalukas she's not

mia54 shut the f up lil dave

elbaoward ok i'm jealouss

mia54 you're married??

mia54 that girl is super cute you must be a lucky man

patriciooward i'm actually forced to be her bf soo mia54 bad for you

user1 pato blink twice if you need help

user2 wait wat

user3 chat is this real?

user4 hell yea, they confirmed it in an arrow mclaren video

user5 FINALLY

user2 do we have to pretend we didn't know or how?

mía54 pretty boy 😘🦆

patriciooward lover girll 😍

user4 OK COUPLE GOALS

user3 i'm taking a bath with a toaster real quick

davidmalukas pato ur my fav wag now 🤩🤩

mia54 he's so housewife core 🥰

[spectersgirl]

Hiii Harvey Specter x reader and they're in a section relationship because she's Mike's younger sister/best friend??

I’m assuming you meant secret relationship, so that’s what I went with for this!

I've also seen a few people writing for a prompt like this recently so I really hope I'm not stepping on any toes, I tried my best to set myself apart so nothing is too similar <3 also this feels crazy long lol

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Secrets, Secrets.

Harvey Specter x Reader

"Harvey Specter's office," Harvey answered his phone with a suaveness that let you know he recognized the number ringing through to this direct line, as opposed to being connected by Donna's line.

"Wow, so this is what the handsome Harvey Specter sounds like... I wouldn't know since I haven't been able to see him in DAYS." You whined, knowing it wasn't exactly the fault of the man on the other end of the phone, but choosing to complain anyway. Mike and Rachel had been staying with you in your apartment for the last week, something about the water in their building being off, which meant any chance you had of spending nights with Mike's boss was at a zero.

Harvey sighed, hating to hear you upset, and missing you himself. He would've been more than willing to let you stay with him at his place over the last week, however, he knew better than to let you lie to Mike. You were a terrible liar, and the whole thing would blow up in both your faces in about three seconds. You'd only been seeing each other for about 2 months, and up until now it had been pretty easy to hide from Mike. He didn't suspect a thing, so you didn't exactly have to lie.

"I know, pretty girl. I'm sorry. I miss you too. Do you know when their water will be back up and running?"

"I think they said they'll be gone by tomorrow." You paused for a moment, thinking about how, even though you'd be able to be with Harvey again, you'd still be hiding in plain sight from your big brother. "I wish we didn't have to keep this from him..." You said, a bit dejectedly. You and Harvey had both agreed that once things were really serious between you two, you'd tell Mike the truth, but the time felt like it was dragging. The longer you waited, the more torturous it felt not telling him.

Harvey's heart ached, he wanted you happy more than anything else in the world. To hell with your agreement, he was ready to tell Mike, even if it got him punched in the face.

"Let's tell him" Harvey said, shocking you. A big smile crept across your face, you couldn't help the way your heart leaped at the thought of going public with Harvey. You were still nervous about how he'd react, though.

"Okay, deal. Let's tell him in public though. Just in case things get... violent." You suggested. Harvey chuckled at this, knowing you both had the same mental image of Mike's fist in Harvey's face.

"That sounds like a good idea. Meet me in my office at 9am tomorrow, I've got some time between clients and Mike has a meeting out of the office at 10:30."

"9am it is. Alright baby, I'll let you get back to work. I just wanted to call 'cause I missed you. I'll see you tomorrow" You said. You wished you were in his arms now, but happy that come tomorrow you could finally be out in the open.

"I'll see you then gorgeous." Harvey replied, a small smile on his face as he hung up the phone. He was facing the window, and so wrapped up in his conversation that he hadn't noticed Donna walk in and seat herself on his couch.

"Who was that?" She asked excitedly, making Harvey jump about a foot in the air. "That was Y/N, wasn't it?"

"That was none of your business, don't you have work to do or something?"

"I'M RIGHT, IT WAS!" She nearly yelled, now out of her seat and standing in front of Harvey at his desk. He had on his best poker face, trying not to let Donna see any semblance of a reaction. "You're totally dating her. Have you guys told Mike? Can I film it when you do?"

"Can you PLEASE go... answer an email or something? Anything but this." Harvey pleaded, desperate for this conversation to be over. Maybe Donna would get amnesia from the last five minutes and never mention it again. At least, not until after tomorrow. Mike absolutely could not find out about this from anyone other than himself and Y/N or it would be a complete shit-show for everyone.

"Fine, but only because I actually do have a lot to do today. We WILL continue this conversation later. Secrets secrets are no fun, Harvey! Oh, hey Mike! I was just... leaving!" Donna said, smiling at Mike who was standing in the doorway.

He watched her leave over his shoulder before turning back to Harvey.

"What was that about?" He asked, gesturing at Donna. Harvey absentmindedly waved a hand and brushed it off as her being dramatic.

Mike shrugged, seemingly having bought the excuse. Harvey mentally sighed a sigh of relief as he barely listened to the words coming out of the younger man's mouth. Something about the case he was working on, but Harvey couldn't focus. He was actually starting to get nervous about telling him. He knew how much you valued your brother's opinions since he was really your only living family, and he already loved Mike like his own brother. Disappointing him and losing you because of that might just kill Harvey, at least it felt that way to him. Even though you hadn't been together all that long, he knew deep down that you were it for him. He had never felt this way with any girl before, even Scottie couldn't compare to what he felt for you.

Eventually, after giving half-assed answers that Mike was apparently satisfied with, he thanked Harvey for his help and went back to his office, leaving Harvey to himself for the rest of the day until he poked his head in to say goodbye when he left that night.

The time until he finally got to see you the next morning both crawled and flew for Harvey. On one hand, he couldn't wait to hold you again, however he wasn't exactly looking forward to letting Mike in on your secret.

The drive to Mike and Harvey's office felt like it took forever as you practiced what you'd say to your brother over and over in your head. You finally arrived, texting Harvey that you were heading up in the elevator. When you got up, he was waiting for you in the lobby. He smiled politely, acting like merely an acquaintance, not wanting to cause any suspicions. You followed his lead, acting casual as you weaved through the halls behind him.

He took you into his office, sitting you down on the couch. Your hands shook as you smoothed out the sundress you wore. Harvey noticed, because of course he did, and gave you a sad smile.

"It's gonna be okay, honey. No matter what he thinks, or says, I will always be here."

You blinked back a few tears, nodding.

"I'll always be here too, Harvey." You whispered.

He squeezed your shoulder before going to get Mike. You practiced breathing exercises as you waited for them to enter, and when they finally did, your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Mike asked, immediately concerned you'd gotten yourself into some kind of trouble.

"She's fine, we have something to tell you, Mike," Harvey said "Take a seat."

Mike looked between the two of you before sighing.

"Don't tell me, you guys are... together?" He asked, his tone nothing short of uncomfortable. The idea of you and Harvey hooking up made his stomach turn.

"Uh, yeah. We're together." Harvey said, and Mike sat quietly.

You nervously interjected before he had a chance to respond. "We wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure it was something real and... It is. Please don't be mad, Mike. Harvey makes me really happy and I promise we didn't mean for this to happen we just-" Mike held up a hand, cutting you off.

"Y/N, it's fine. I appreciate you telling me, and if you're happy, so am I." He said, a weight falling off your shoulders. "But, if you hurt my little sister, we won't be having this same conversation." He warned Harvey. Harvey grinned and nodded in understanding.

"Thanks, Mike. I'm glad you're being so cool about this." You said, leaning over to hug him. When you finished, Mike stood up to shake Harvey's hand.

"Now, if you guys don't mind, I have work to do so I'll see you guys later. Mike said, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

You stared in silence for a moment, shocked at how well it had gone over. You felt like he was going to come back in screaming, throwing things, something. But he didn't.

Harvey snapped out of his shock before you, sitting down beside you and taking your hands in his.

"Well, now that that's over..." He began, leaning in to kiss you. A shiver went up your spine, you were fuzzy all over with joy. Finally, you could kiss your boyfriend in public, in front of anyone you wanted.

"What do you say we go out for a celebratory dinner and drinks tonight?" Harvey offered.

"I'd love that."

"Hi, can I interject? I was SO right!" Donna said before going back to her desk to celebrate her yet again correct intuition. You and Harvey couldn't help but crack up, leaning into each other as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Finally, he felt a relief he didn't even know he was craving all this time.

[groenendaelfic]

Verbier and Sex Workers

aka the Twinks? Bears? Asians? Latinos? line is not cute (says I)

One thing I love so much about this fandom is that we can all watch the same show on repeat, and still have completely different and equally valid interpretations of canon.

Case in point my recent fic about Erik’s death not being an accident. I never for a single second considered that, and I am still firmly team Erik likes being Crown Prince and is a bit of a fuckboy, but then I saw and eyeopening post here on Tumblr and rewatched the scenes and now I can see where they’re coming from even if I don’t agree? And that is great.

Something similar happened after I posted my most recent chapter of As Long as We Have Each Other (yes it’s back!) featuring jealous!Simon and talks of Verbier, after which quite a few lovely, lovely commenters pointed out that they never considered my interpretation of the Verbier talk before, and so I thought I might share a bit more about it here for those interested.

Anyway, in the show the scene starts with Wille asking Nils about dating advice, to which Nils replies that Wille is overthinking things followed by an invitation to come to Verbier with him where he'll throw some great parties.

So well so good.

Then however comes the (in)famous What are you into? Twinks? Bears? Asians? Latinos? line and a reassurance that they'll be discreet.

That's not Nils asking Wille if he should try and hook him up with one of his twink, bear, Asian or Latino friends so that he can date one of them instead.

That's him telling Wille that no matter what he's into, it can be arranged, without bringing up some hardcore stuff which might scare him away.

Nils doesn't actually think Wille might be into bears, he's just being, hey, you want a twinky Latino? You can get that in Switzerland, but also any other type of guy you might desire and they'll do whatever you want without causing problems or a scandal.

Sure Nils is going to invite other wealthy, closeted friends around his age to hang out and bond with, not unlike a secret club. In fact he very much wants Wille to start hanging with someone that's his league, but they aren't going to hook up with each other, nor would they be looking for a relationship or love, as that would only complicate things, hence Nils going all You're thinking too much. Stop making it difficult. when Wille brings up serious relationships.

something something sexualizing queer relationships something something internalized homophobia

I do think he wants Wille to be as happy as can be and means well, but he also can't see any of them breaking the status quo. His advice is settle down with a suitable girl if you really must, and bang prostitutes abroad who've signed an NDA and know better than to ever blab to satisfy your sexual needs. That's how it's always been done and that's how it'll always be, and anything else will only cause problems.

Also hiring sex workers in Switzerland is very easy and uncomplicated, be it at a brothel, as an escort or for a private party, the only hindrance being cost, but it's not like that's a factor here.

But Wille is sixteen!

Well yeah, but they'd be going to Switzerland, where the age of consent is sixteen. (So in fact was the age of prostitution until about ten years ago, but they thankfully raised that to eighteen, and while there was talk of raising the age for hiring sex workers a few years ago, as far as I know nothing much ever came of it.)

So yeah, Nils wouldn't be doing anything illegal if he invited a sixteen year old to one of his sex parties in Verbier and let him get drunk as long as Wille stuck to beer or wine or something similar because the drinking age is sixteen as well (18 for harder stuff).

I don't blame anyone who wants to see their talk differently, but I don't think I'll ever be able to see it as anything other than sad (for Nils) and horrifying (for Wille being presented this as his only reasonable future).

Especially if you watch Wilhelm's expression there at the end?

Wille knows exactly what Nils is talking about.

He knows there'll be sex workers present if he goes to Verbier with Nils without Nils having to state that explicitly, because in their circles men having their sexual needs seen to by sex workers and mistresses is something that's always been the norm, no matter the nature of said needs, as long as they do so discretely.

Wille doesn't want that, he wants love and he wants Simon, but he also craves physical touch and intimacy, and if sex workers in Verbier are the only option? Well ... it's something he can consider if he wants to.

I'm not saying he would have gone. I'm pretty much undecided when it comes to that, or at least to him going that particular year, who knows about the future had he not gotten back together with Simon, I'm just saying he understood what was on offer and didn't immediately vehemently say no.

(he said I don't think Mom would be very pleased if it got out)

(Source: my grandmother is Swiss and I still have lots of relatives there I visit regularly, including a cousin who worked in a hotel in Davos for well over a decade and who was there for all the drama that ensued when 16yo sex workers were suddenly no longer legal bleurgh, also like, the news etc)

[gracies-baby]

hey!! could you write somewhere where gracie and y/n are together but have to keep it secret from everyone? and y/n gets super upset since it's gone on for so long and gracie keeps promising her that they'll be able to go public super soon but she always breaks that promise.

i love your writing and would appreciate it a lot but no pressure! thanks!!!

The Secret of Us

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Y/n, I'm sorry but I just can't right now! It's not the right time!" Gracie exclaims, exhausted by the conversation.

"It's never the right time, is it? You've been saying we'll go public for like a year now Gracie! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of seeing these stupid articles about you and whatever friend you're supposedly dating now! I can't do this if you don't stop keeping me a secret!" Y/n yells, tears running down her face as she glares at the brunette.

"We'll do it soon, I promise. Everything's just so chaotic right now, but I'll tell everyone soon, okay? Everything's gonna be okay baby. I promise" Gracie replies as she pulls the shorter girl in for a hug, letting her cry into her shoulder. A few hours later, Gracie leaves her sleeping girlfriend in bed while she goes to the living room.

"Gracie, you need to do something about this. It's not fair on her. If you don't fix this, she will leave you. For good reason" Audrey tells her roommate as she sits on the couch after hearing the other girl's argument.

"I can't Audrey. As soon as I tell everyone, they're all gonna be in my business. Y/n won't even be able to go for a walk without people following her around and asking questions. I won't do that to her" Gracie replies, sitting on the couch with her face in her hands.

"Gracie, she wants you. She doesn't care about all that other shit. She just wants you. You say you love her but you won't do the one thing she asks? Fix it Gracie" Audrey scolds before going to her room, leaving Gracie with her thoughts.

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"So, there's been some rumors going around about you and a certain actress. Can I ask how true they are?" Jimmy asks the brunette during their interview causing Gracie to chuckle.

"Not true at all. We're just friends" Gracie tells the man as he nods.

"Well, is there anyone else on the horizon? Anyone caught your interest?"

"No, it's just me and Weenie right now but if anything happens, you'll be the first to know" Gracie jokes as the two of them laugh. An hour later, the interview is finishes and Gracie goes to meet her girlfriend out the back.

"Hey babe, ready to go?" The brunette asks with a smile as she goes to take Y/n's hand, only for the shorter girl to snatch it back and go to the car, leaving the brunette confused.

"Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" Gracie asks as she drives, breaking the silence that had been going on for the last 15 minutes.

"Just take me home"

"Home? You mean to our place, right?" She asks nervously.

"No. To my place. I need to be alone right now"

"Y/n, come on, what's wrong? What did I do?" Gracie asks as she puts a hand on her girlfriends' thigh.

"That was the perfect opportunity for you to tell people about us and you still didn't do it! I can't do this anymore Gracie! I can't be with someone who's ashamed of me!" Y/n yells as she pushes the brunette's hand away.

"I'm not ashamed of you! I just- if everyone knows about us then what do we have left? They would just change everything!"

"We would have a future, Gracie! I'm done. I'm done with you, Gracie" Y/n mumbles just as Gracie pulls into her driveway. She storms out of the car, not looking back. Gracie sits in the car for a few minutes, tears streaming down her face before she starts the car again, driving to her parents' house.

"What's wrong? Gracie? What happened?" Katie asks when her daughter walks into the house, eyes red from crying.

"She broke up with me. Y/n's gone mom. I lost her" She cries into her mother's shoulder, Katie rubbing her back. A few minutes later, Katie guides her daughter to the couch, so they have a place to sit down and talk.

"What happened?"

"Um, we had been fighting a bit lately about me not telling the public about her. And I guess she just had enough. I can't blame her. I just- if everyone knew then they would just want to take her from me. They would talk about her online and I know how hard that can be. I don't want her to have to deal with that"

"Gracie, I'm not accepting anyone other than Y/n as my daughter-in-law. You need to fix this. Yes, things will be different when people know but that doesn't mean it'll be bad. Don't you want to be able to take her out on proper dates?" 

"Of course I want that. But she made it pretty clear that she's done with me. I fucked up" Gracie sighs sadly as she throws her head back against the couch cushion.

"Maybe not. You have a show in a few days, don't you?"

--

After Gracie finishes playing mess it up, she puts her guitar down before walking up to the microphone.

"So, I've got a secret to tell you guys. I'm sure you've all seen the rumors about me and my friend. But they're not true. At all. Actually, I've been keeping something from you all for a year now. I'm in love. I fell in love with the best, most perfect girl in the world but I fucked it up a little bit. We're not together anymore. I was a bit selfish and kept her a secret from all of you and I regret that more than anything. But Y/n, if you're hearing this somehow, I promise I won't keep you a secret anymore. Actually, there's one more secret I have for all of you. My new album, Deep in Love, comes out in a few months and it's filled with songs I've written this past year about my relationship. Thank you all so much for listening to this and thank you for coming tonight. I love you all so much" Gracie waves to the crowd before walking off stage only to see her ex-girlfriend backstage.

"I heard you, Gracie. Thank you. I love you so much" Y/n says with a wide grin as Gracie smiles back before pulling her in for a big kiss, both of them smiling into it.

[badasgirlfriend]

Secret | | Harry Potter Imagine

pairings: harry potter x malfoy! fem oc

genre: secret relationship

warnings: ??

a/n: hope u like it<3 reqs are open

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"Class is over. See you class," the professor's voice booms, causing all the students to stand and rush towards the door. As soon as they're able, they exit the classroom, eager to get to their next class or to take a long-needed break from the day's lessons.

Harry smiles at Lyra as the two of them gather their belongings and begin to head out of the classroom together. As they reach the exit, Harry pauses and suddenly grabs Lyra's hand, gently pulling her closer to him. Lyra is caught off guard by this gesture and looks at the green eyed boy with a surprised expression.

"Um...Harry, what are you doing?" she asks.

“Holding my girlfriends hand what does it look like” he snorts

“Harry” Lyra says looking around “Someone could see us”

"Shhh, it's perfectly fine, Lyra." Harry brushes her concern to the side with a light chuckle as he leans in to kiss her. "What's the issue in spending some extra time together?" he says with a grin, pressing his lips against hers.

“Harry, please...let go. What if someone sees us?" she whispers, trying to make him understand

"Lyra, you’re being paranoid. I doubt anyone is going to come here anytime soon." he continues to hold onto Lyra's hand with a firm grasp

But she still feels anxious, what if her brother saw them together…or his friends. She can risk that “Harry please. Can't we go to somewhere else?" she begs.

Harry sighs and eventually lets go of Lyra's arm "Lyra...you know I love you."

Lyra gulps at his words, feeling a bit awkward “But...this whole secret relationship is getting to me," he adds, he wants to be open with her about how he feels and doesn't want to keep their romance a secret anymore.

Lyra looks at Harry with soft eyes, she knows that they cannot be together publicly because of her family and brother's beliefs "Harry...you know we can't," she says with a slightly regretful expression. "Draco and my family...they won't accept us," she explains.

"Yeah, I know," Harry cuts in, understanding her concern. "But that doesn't mean we can't try. You're their daughter; they'll accept this," he says

She wants to be with Harry, but in the back of her mind, she knows that the relationship was doomed from the start. Perhaps she was being selfish when she started dating Harry, knowing full well that their relationship would eventually break apart because of her family. However, she couldn't help it; she liked him way too much at the time, and now she loves him.

"Harry...you don't know them like I do," she says softly. "Maybe my mother would accept us- even Draco, but my father...he'd rather disown me,"

Harry laughs in disbelief and shakes his head “Lyra im sick of meeting in secret holding ur hand in secret…do you know how much it hurts seeing other guys flirt with you or even ask u on dates- fucking hell i cant even take my girlfriend on a date in public” he ran his hand through his hair “i just want…to hold your hand in front of everyone, hug you kiss you in fhe hallways not in the broom closets or the changing rooms”

He was stressed, between Umbridge and her detentions, the DA classes, and Snape tormenting him, Harry is feeling overwhelmed. And on top of that, he can't help but feel a bit insecure. Maybe Lyra doesn't want to be with him, or perhaps she's ashamed and that's why she doesn't want anyone to know about their relationship.

Lyra groans “Harry I didn’t mean to-“ she stops and immediately takes a few steps backwards when students enter the class. Some of them give the couple weird looks

Harry shakes his head “Well Malfoy” he spits her last name and she cant help but feel hurt “you and your brother need to leave me alone, Im done with you two” With that, he leaves the classroom, bumping into Lyra's shoulder on his way out making her stumble a little

When she spots a group of third year ravenclaws staring and whispering about her, she has had enough.

"What are you looking at?" she snaps, causing them to flinch. "Go back to writing your notes," she adds, before making a swift exit and making her way towards her own common room.

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Almost three days had passed since that argument between Lyra and Harry, and they had not spoken since then. The Malfoy girl was starting to feel torn by this distance. These past days had been difficult for her.

She saw Harry frequently in class or alone in the hallways, and he would always avoid her gaze and disappear before she could say a word. Enough was enough, and Lyra refused to wait any longer for a conversation. She would speak to Harry today, whether he liked it or not.

Harry was also struggling. He missed his girlfriend and couldn't help but blame himself for the argument they had. It was his fault, he should have just accepted her "no" and left it at that.

"You're so dumb," he thought to himself, feeling guilty and ashamed. He thought Lyra hated him now, and he couldn't blame her.

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"Draco, please stop!"

Lyra hissed, gripping Draco's shoulders tightly but he easily shrugs off her grasp. She is desperate for him to listen, but he pushes her away

"What did you just say about my sister?"

Cornac McLaggen can't help but tremble under the fierce glare that Draco shoots him. If looks could really kill, he would surely be digging his own grave at this moment. Despite the tension, Lyra is too focused on Draco to care about Cornac

"I said I wouldn’t wouldn't mind fucki-..." He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Draco, who had caught his breath just in time, threw a bone-shattering punch that left Cormac's jaw hanging by a thread, and Lyra's heart racing with fear.

Lyra grabs her brothers arm to try and stop him. Draco, however, appears to want to deliver another round of punches, which forces Lyra to struggle to restrain him. She screams at him in an attempt to stop him "You will regret that," growled Cormac raising his wand in warning.

"Mess with her again, and I'll make sure that not even Madam Pomfrey can heal you," Draco spat out, struggling against the hold of Blaise and Theo who had just arrived.

"Oppungo!" Cormac yelled as he pointed his wand at the birds that Luna was feeding. But in his rage, he ended up misaiming his spell, sending it towards a couple of large rocks instead.

Cormac, realizing his mistake, seemed more focused on protecting himself from his own spell

When Cormac misfired his spell, Blaise, Theo and Draco immediately ducked to avoid any injuries from the rocks that were barreling towards them. However, Lyra didn't have the same luck. She was blocked by the three large guys standing in front of her, so she didn't see the rocks heading towards her. As a result, she was caught off-guard and hit by one of the heavy rocks, which knocked her to the ground.

"YOU FUCKER!"

Lyra could hear her brother's voice ring out through the air, but a loud pounding in her head was keeping her from seeing anything. She touched her head and felt liquid pouring down her face.

"Lyra, can you hear me?" Blaise's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't manage a response. With her head falling into Blaise's arms, he grew increasingly worried about her condition.

"What's going on?" Snape’s voice cuts through the tense atmosphere and quickly grabs everyone's attention. He looks at Lyra, his concern growing with each passing moment. Then, he turns his focus back on Theo, who is still holding Draco, and Cormac, who stands before them. The latter is shivering in fear.

"Malfoy, follow me." With a quick wave of his wand, Snapce casts a spell. Lyra levitates into the air with ease,

Snape turns to Cormac, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Though his words are brief, they are filled with a deep menace.

"I'll see you ... in my office," he growls.

Snape leaves immediately, making his way to the hospital wing, Cormac, however, is left in sheer dread

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Great Hall, seated at their usual table and discussing plans for the next DA meeting.

Unfortunately, however, they were completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Harry couldn't help but often glance towards the door. He was waiting for a certain blonde girl to enter the hall, but she never did. He checked his watch, confused since she was never late.

His confusion only grew as the seconds ticked by. "Where is she," he thought to himself, unable to concentrate on anything but the empty seat at the slytherin table

Cho Chang sits at the Gryffindor table, deep in conversation with Parvati Patil. “Did you hear about Lyra?"

The two girls continue to chat amongst themselves, not realizing that a few heads have turned in their direction. One boy in particular, Harry Potter

He listens closely for a moment, and then can't help but join in on the conversation. "What happened to Lyra?" he asks, turning their attention towards him.

Both Cho and Parvati turn to look at Harry. "Hi, Harry," Cho says sweetly, smiling at him, while Parvati nods in greeting, her blush intensifying.

Parvati quickly adds: "How are you? It's been awhile."

Harry doesn't want to be rude, but he is genuinely concerned about his girlfriend. "What happened to her?" he asks, sounding much more frantic this time.

"Marietta just told me that Cormac McLaggen..." Cho flinches and pauses, sensing the tension in Harry's eyes. Before she can finish what she was saying, Harry abruptly stands up and rushes away from the Great Hall, leaving both her and Parvati behind.

The two girls stare at each other for a moment, confused and surprised by the sudden turn of events. "What just happened?" Cho whispers quietly.

Harry's mind is only focused on one thing - 1) running towards the hospital wing and reaching Lyra. 2) killing Cormac McLaggen

As he speeds through the castle, he ignores the yells of his best friends Ron and Hermione, who beg him to stop.

Just before he reaches the hospital wing, he suddenly sees Theo viciously kicking Cormac on the stomach. The boy's rage flares up, transforming to a blinding red color. He can't control it in this moment. All he can think about is getting back at Cormac, no matter what it takes.

Harry marches up to them in a fit of rage, his anger only intensifying as his eyes focus in on Cormac.

As Theo looks at him with a confused and wary look, Harry simply pushes him aside, unable to hear or care about what anyone has to say in this moment.

"Finally," Cormac mutters out of anger, but he never finishes his sentence. In a flash, he is knocked to the ground by Harry.

"What the fuck mate?.

"I'll kill you!" Harry's rage only intensifies with every word. His grip on Cormac's collar tightens, and he prepares for another round, not intending to stop until Cormac is no longer breathing.

"Be thankful," Harry growls, his tone and expression darkening."Be fucking thankful that she's in the hospital right now, otherwise, you'd be dead for sure."

Harry punches Cormac in the face again, and this time, Cormac's nose breaks with a sickening crack. Blood splatters across the ground, painting it a crimson color as he falls to the ground with a thud

Theo stands in disbelief, his mind racing as he struggles to process the news.

"What the fuck..." he mutters, his voice tinged with confusion and surprise. "Oh Lyra, you little minx,"

Harry storms through the doorway. The force of his entry is so intense that it creates a loud bang, catching the attention of Draco, who immediately turns to face him.

As soon as Draco sees Harry, his face twists into a grimace, unable to hide his anger "What do you want?" he snaps, his frustration and anger growing.

Ignoring him, Harry rushes towards Lyra's bed, his heart breaking as he sees her lying there, so still and vulnerable, her head bandaged.

Draco watches Harry touch Lyra, his eyes darken and his expression changes to one of pure rage. His voice is strong and sharp as he speaks, his eyes locked on Harry “What the hell are you doing, Potter?" he grabs Harrys shoulder and shoves him away

"Let me see her, Malfoy," Harry says, his voice as calm and cold as ice.

"I said leave," he says through clenched teeth. "You have no reason to be here."

"I have every fucking reason to be here," Harry snaps back, his anger boiling over. He glares at Draco, his whole body taut with frustration and desperation.

Draco laughs "Name one then, asshole."

"She's my-- "

“H-Harry is that..you” Harry is cut off as another voice calls out from the other side of the room. They both rush over to Lyras bed. Draco is too focused on the situation at hand to even notice that it was Harry's name that the girl just said.

Draco kneels before Lyra, his face full of worry and concern. “Lyra, are you okay? Does it hurt that much?" He softly takes her face in his hands and looks at the bandages on her head. “I’ll write to father”

Lyra tries to sit up, but she quickly winces in pain, unable to get up. “No don't write to them," she whispers, fear evident on her voice She doesn't want to get into more trouble with her parents,

Harry cannot hold back any longer, "Lyra baby," he whispers, taking her hands and holding them “I'm so sorry," he continues, kissing her hands.

"I should've been there," he says, full of regret and remorse. He knows that if he had been there, she would not be in this condition.

Draco watches the two with wide eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. He has always seen Harry as the enemy, and this moment throws him for a loop, making him unable to process what he's seeing.

He tries to speak, but the words stick in his throat. His heart races as he watches the pair show affection towards one another like they never have before.

Lyra's face softens as Harry kisses her hands, his tenderness warming her heart. She knows that he's feeling guilty and trying to make “It's okay, H," she says, her voice quiet. "It isn't your fault," she adds, her words filled with understanding and forgiveness.

As she looks at Harry, it's as if her heart skips a beat. Her gaze is one of pure affection and love.

Draco can't believe his ears, or his eyes. He can't help but wonder if this is all just one big joke, or if there really is something going on between the two of them.

“H?" he yells. "Baby? What the fuck is happening?" Her brother’s face is filled with anger and hurt as he faces both Lyra and Harry. His voice is loud and frustrated, as he tries to make sense of the situation that’s in front of him

Lyra's eyes widening as she only then notices that her brother is in the same room as well. She tries to remove her hands from Harry's grasp, but he doesn't let go, shaking his head. 'Draco, it's not what you think,' she pleads.

“Oh?” Draco says in a mocking tone. 'Then please enlighten me, my dear sister. Because to me it looks like it,' he adds, letting out a cold laugh that chills Lyra through and through.

"Malfoy, calm down," Harry says firmly, gripping Lyra's hand to reassure her.

Draco looks at him furiously, his gaze full of raw hatred as he tries to contain the rage that is boiling

"You fucking shut up," he spits out, his eyes locked on Harry's face. "You don't get to speak. It's better if you leave."

This is it, this is your chance, Lyra thinks to herself “No” she looks at her brother “My boyfriend isn’t leaving”

"B-boyfriend? How could you do this?!" Draco yells angrily. "He's our enemy."

Lyra speaks up, and her voice is firm.

"He's your enemy, Draco, not mine."

Her words make Draco's jaw drop. How dare she take Harry's side?

"Did you even think about me before going with him?" Draco yells furiously. "For fucks sake, Lyra, what were you thinking?"

Lyra rolls her eyes. "Grow up, Draco," she replies. "Just because he rejected your handshake doesn't mean you still have to be butthurt over it."

Harry looks guilty as he realizes that Lyra wasn't ready for this to happen, Draco shakes his head in disappointment.

"I see," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, don't let me ruin your little romantic moment. By all means, continue."

Lyra glances at him in frustration, about to say something, but Draco quickly slams the door.

"He'll understand," Harry lets a sigh

Lyra stares at the door through which Draco just left, tears in her eyes.

"I know," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "It will take him time. Way too much time" Her voice trails off as if she can't say anything more

She makes some space for him so he can lay beside her “Anyway did Cormac get detention?”

"That idiot" Harry mumbles. "He has no idea what's coming for him."

Lyra lets out a soft snicker, amused by Harry's words. "Harry," she says, her tone chiding. "You're already in deep shit with Umbridge. You don't need to dig your own grave even more."

"I don't care about her," Harry says, his tone brushing off any further discourse. "All I care about is you."

Lyra smiles and lays her head down on Harry's chest, relieved to hear the words she'd been waiting for. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms and his tender touch.

She feels safe with Harry, her worries and worries melted away in his embrace. She is finally at peace, knowing that she's with the one she loves.

Harry looks at her eyes, softening as his gaze meets hers. He brings her closer, his love for her palpable in every touch.

"Everything will be fine, my love," he whispers. "I promise you that it will."

He kisses her gently on the forehead, trying to convey the reassurance and love he feels for her.

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 32

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

Her feet felt heavy as she dragged them on the floor to open the door, surprised -yet disappointed- when she saw her father standing there. It wasn't usual for him to be there, she was always the one going to their place whenever they met outside of working hours, but there he was, looking at her as if there were many things he needed to tell her, when it was just summed up in one simple thing.

With a sigh, he crossed the door, both hands in his pocket while walking down the steps that led to the wide living room.

—How long are you going to continue like this?

—What? —she frowned, closing the door behind her while slowly turning to him.

—How long are you going to push him away?

—Dad... It's difficult. You won't understand it.

—I do —he nodded—. I really do —he assured her—. I know it's deeper than him telling us about your illness. Your overprotectiveness, as if we had no say in where we want to be to support you. But guess what? When someone loves you, they'll find a way to involve themselves into whatever is wrong. Because that's what you do for your people.

Y/n stayed in silence, crossing her arms as she supported her back on the backrest of the couch. Whenever she thought she was going one step ahead, there was something that showed her she was being caught.

—You may have pushed him away, he may have acted like he accepted it, but I can tell that boy is so in love with you he'll worry about everything involving you either way —he mirrored her position, standing next to her—. He's called me every single day to ask me how you were doing. That's what I mean when I say you can't control other people's decisions. He'll worry, whether you want it or not. And I think it's a bit stupid to be heartbroken, when the result will be the same. But that's just my opinion —his shoulders shrugged.

Their eyes were connected for a brief moment, but Harry could see the water in the corners, slowly piling up as they got closer to roll down her cheeks.

—You came all the way here to tell me this?

—I came all the way here because I saw the way you looked at each other at the party. And I can't stand seeing you hurting when it was an easy solution. I came here —his arm wrapped around her shoulder—, because I thought you needed to hear these words to make a decision and consider if this pain is worth it. And now that the message is delivered, I'll let you think about it while I'm going back home to the love of my life —he kissed her temple—. Stop playing stupid, and go back to yours.

As serious as the situation was, Y/n couldn't help but smile at her father's words while he walked away towards the door, blowing her a kiss at the distance before closing the door behind him.

There were a few minutes she needed to consider what she was going to do next, assuming the new information coming from her father, and everything San said the previous night. At the fourth minute, she was already reaching for her phone, looking through her contacts to find Wooyoung's number.

—It's my favorite girl! How are you? Is everything okay? It's been so long since we last talked...

—Woo, we talked yesterday.

Despite what happened between them, Wooyoung always tried to keep contact with her, even if things with San got colder the past few days. He and Hongjoong became the closest to her after the several times they met after they started the dating act, and she wasn't really thinking of giving up their friendships either. Just like she wasn't thinking of giving up San.

—Is San home? —she asked.

—Oh my god, Y/n —he sighed—. I can't keep being your mole here. I'm starting to think you're only friends with me because you want to know about San.

She wished he was just joking around -which he probably was-, but since she took the decision of building up some space with San, their conversations only revolved around him and how he was doing.

—I'm kidding, you know right? —he quickly let her know, due to her silence— I'd snitch on him anytime. You know that.

—Woo, I know —she giggled—. But you didn't answer the question.

—He's not. He went to his parents' to celebrate his father's birthday —she could hear him humming from the other side—. If you call him, he'll pick up. I'm sure —he assured her—. One thing about San: he has a weak ass, especially when it comes to you.

After hanging up the phone, she wasted no time getting to call San, although he wasn't the one who picked it up. A female voice was heard on the other side, gentle and kind.

—Is this Choi San's phone? —Y/n asked, scared that he'd have changed his phone number.

—Yes! It's my son —she gracefully answered—. You must be Y/n, right? He has talked about you so much, and I know it's you because he has you saved as "My sunshine" with a lot of hearts —she giggled.

—I'm so sorry this is the first time we speak —she lamented, not expecting the first contact with her in-laws to be that way—. I wish it was in any other circumstance, but I really need to speak to San.

—Why don't you come here and speak to him face to face? —she suggested— That way we'll get to meet you in person, too.

—Really? I don't want to disturb...

His mother seemed to ignore her hesitation, rushing to give her the address so she'd know where to find her boyfriend.

—We'll wait for you!

Now, besides getting ready to know what to exactly tell, she needed to know what to buy as a gift.

Y/n's car rolled to a stop in front of a quaint, cozy house nestled in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The house was small, with white siding and flower boxes brimming with colorful blooms beneath the windows. A narrow path led from the driveway to the front door, flanked by neatly trimmed bushes. It was the kind of place that radiated warmth and comfort.

As she stepped out of the car, Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the modest home. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier in the day. Her heart pounded in her chest, each step toward the door feeling like a leap into the unknown. She wasn't sure what she expected, or how San would react, but she knew she had to see him -to make things right, or at least try.

With a trembling hand, she knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet street. Moments later, it creaked open, revealing San's mother, her kind eyes widening in surprise.

—Y/n... you made it! —she cheered, loud enough for her son, who was in the living room, to hear.

Y/n nodded, offering a small, nervous smile with weak fingers playing with the gift as San's mother stepped aside, motioning for her to come in. The interior of the house was just as welcoming as the exterior -cozy furniture, family photos on the walls, and the smell of something warm and familiar wafting from the kitchen. But Y/n barely noticed, her focus entirely on the sound of footsteps approaching from down the hall.

San appeared, his expression one of utter shock as he saw her standing in his parents' home. His hair was tousled, his eyes red from lack of sleep and, perhaps, tears. For a moment, he just stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as if struggling to find the right words.

—Y/n... what are you doing here?

Y/n's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. She stepped forward, her voice soft but determined.

—Take her upstairs so you can talk calmly —his mother guided him.

San swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between her and his mother, who discreetly kept waving her hands below her hips to motion him to go up. He took a shaky breath, the tension between them almost palpable as he guided her to the upper floor.

The silence between them was thick once he closed the door of one of the rooms behind them, charged with the unspoken words that had haunted both their minds since that night in the hospital. Y/n could feel the tremble in her hands, but she refused to look away from San. She had come this far -she couldn't back down now.

San, still processing her unexpected arrival, searched her eyes, trying to understand why she was there, what she wanted to say. The vulnerability in his gaze was almost too much for her to bear, but it was also what gave her the courage to speak.

Neither of them knew where to start, neither of them knew exactly what to say as they both kept their eyes from each other. But once their eyes met, they both suddenly felt the urge to speak.

—Can I go first? —she asked, her voice shaking with fear of his reaction— I've been thinking of what to say since the party, and I drove here just to tell you I've been acting stupid these days.

San's eyes softened at her words, shaking his head as he was about to deny her words, just to be interrupted by her.

—I did —she nodded—. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought you needed to be protected, and I was just hurting you more on the way. I complained because you took a decision from me, and fought back by taking a decision from you —she scoffed—. I thought it was fair to push you away because you didn't deserve to live your first love like this, and I didn't realize I was hurting you more like this.

San blinked, his breath hitching as her words sank in. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, so he simply stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and something else -hope, maybe.

Y/n's heart raced, her chest tightening with a mix of fear and relief. San took a step closer, closing the small gap between them.

—I understand why you did it —San nodded—. And I don't think it's stupid... just stubborn, but that's just how you are.

Y/n shyly smiled, hitting softly his lower belly with the small box, hearing San lowly chuckle in consequence.

—I'm sorry —she whispered—. I don't want to keep being like this. I hate seeing you and knowing I can't reach you. You have no idea how bad I've missed you.

—Don't apologize —his thumb caressed her cheek—. And let's just stop missing each other and go back to where we were. Because if I have to go another day without kissing you —he bent, almost hiding his face on the curve of her neck—, I might go insane.

She silently giggled when the warm breath tickled her skin, squirming in reaction just to close the gap and kiss his lips like she had been dying to do since she crossed the hospital room door. San responded immediately after, digits sinking on her coat, letting her feel the way he was holding her even through the fabric.

—I love you.

Her whisper was barely heard, with it coming out at the same time she gasped for air during the kiss. But it was loud enough for him to hear, stopping just to look down at her.

—Did you... Did... Did you say you love me?

Her lips covered his with a soft peck as she stood on her tiptoes, her eyes shining bright while nodding with a wide smile.

—I do. I love you. And you're the best thing in my life, too.

San smiled, dimples in full display, frowning when realization hit him. His head bounced back, annoyance shining in each one of his features.

—I thought I dreamt that.

—What? You didn't mean it? —she playfully asked, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

—Of course I did. Do you have any idea how bad I've been rehearsing my confession? —he complained, with his lips pouting cutely— And did I just say it like that while drunk?

Her head just shook, with her finally moving forward to step closer to him, gluing their bodies together and resting her head on his shoulder as she hugged him tight. San's body instantly relaxed by that gesture, cheek resting against her head and arms wrapping around her waist.

—Did you drive all the way here just to see me?

Instead of answering with words, enjoying the calming silence involving them, San felt her head moving up and down. He tried to hide the smile it caused, fighting against his own muscles to pretend he was upset.

—You shouldn't have driven so far —he moved back, making sure she'd see his face—. It has been raining so much these past few days.

—But it was worth it —she whispered, snuggling back to him.

They stayed like that for a long moment, the world outside forgotten, as they held onto each other -finally happy in the place where they belonged.

After the emotional exchange upstairs, Y/n and San descended the staircase hand in hand, the weight of their recent confessions still lingering in the air. The cozy atmosphere of the house welcomed them back as they made their way to the dining room, where San's mother had laid out a beautifully set table for the birthday lunch. The scents of warm, home-cooked food filled the space, wrapping them in a sense of comfort and normalcy.

But as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the front door creaked open. San's father stepped inside, shaking the rain from his coat before hanging it on a peg by the door. He turned, his eyes lighting up with surprise when he saw his son and Y/n standing together. There was a brief moment of confusion in his gaze, but it immediately turned into a comforting smile.

—This must be Y/n —he guessed with a gentle smile.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as their eyes met. She recognized him immediately, her heart sinking as memories from years ago flooded back. It was a day she had tried to forget. But what surprised her more was his reaction to seeing her after so long. Her stomach churned as she recalled the pained look on his face that day, a look of shock and disappointment. And now, here he was, standing before her with a warm, welcoming smile, as if that dark chapter had never existed.

San, oblivious to the sudden tension between them, smiled back at his father, giving him a quick hug.

—I'm Taewoon —he introduced himself, pulling her for a hug—. I'm so happy we're finally meeting you.

Y/n was confused, but it wasn't time to talk about it or react to it.

—Shh... I forgot to introduce myself —San's mother giggled, joining them in the entrance—. I'm Chiyong.

Just like his father, his mother hugged her tight, moving her hand up and down her spine before repeating how happy they were to finally meet her.

—Is that my gift? —Taewoon asked, pointing at the box wrapped in gift paper.

—Ye... Yeah —she nervously handed it to him, box shaking before he finally took it.

—The best gift is seeing my son so happy. You didn't need to bother —he assured her.

Y/n forced a smile, shrugging it off. The warmth of his greeting only deepened her discomfort. She wanted to believe that he held no grudge, but the guilt she felt for that day clung to her like a shadow.

—Come, sit! The food's getting cold.

They all took their seats, and the meal began. The room was filled with the sound of clinking cutlery and light conversation, but Y/n could barely focus on anything beyond the man sitting across from her. San's father was pleasant and engaging, making small talk about the weather and asking about her work with genuine interest. But every time she met his gaze, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

San, noticing the tension in her posture, reached under the table and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She glanced at him, managing a small smile, but the knot in her stomach remained.

As the lunch continued, San's father shared stories from his work at the factory, discussing the changes that had come after he left the company. He spoke without bitterness, but Y/n couldn't help but hear the undercurrent of what had been lost.

Every time San smiled at her to calm her down, it only worked to make her sink deeper in her seat with remorse. She was an indirect reason why San felt forced to lie to everyone, why San had to leave his life.

How was she supposed to just act like that never happened?

—You know, after I left, I thought I'd have a lot more free time, but somehow, I ended up busier than ever. Maybe it was for the best, it gave me a chance to try new things.

Y/n's smile felt strained as she nodded. While San's father just did it to let her know he did okay after what happened, it caused the opposite effect.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur for Y/n. She responded when spoken to, but her thoughts were tangled in the past, and her discomfort was palpable. Every time San's father spoke, it was like a reminder of her role in his life's upheaval.

Finally, as the meal came to an end, San's mother brought out a small birthday cake, candles flickering as they all sang "Happy Birthday" to Taewoon. For a moment, the tension eased, replaced by warmth and love as the man blew out the candles, making a wish.

But as the cake was served, Y/n couldn't shake the lingering unease. San's father, ever the gracious host, offered her a slice, his eyes meeting hers with a gentle understanding that made her stomach twist.

—Thank you for coming today, Y/n. It means a lot to all of us.

His words, simple and kind, only deepened her guilt. She took the plate with a small nod, her throat tight with unspoken apologies. The warmth of his kindness contrasted sharply with the cold regret that gnawed at her heart.

As the lunch drew to a close, Y/n couldn't help but feel a growing need to escape, to breathe, to process everything that had happened. San's father was kind, almost too kind, and that only made it harder for her to reconcile the past with the present. And Taewoon, aware of it, decided to take some action into it.

As if their minds were connected, Chiyong managed to pull San away from Y/n so her husband would be able to speak to the poor girl who was fighting not to cry and apologize in front of the two of them. Her husband had told her about her when they left to pick up the table, while San stayed to comfort her through the lunch. And that was the best time they both could find to deal with that issue.

Y/n was in the exact same state as the last time they saw each other. Her hands trembling, her eyes escaping his, and her lips hesitating on saying anything. Years had passed, she looked more mature, but she was still the young girl who let blame haunt her.

—It's been a long time, hasn't it? —he grinned, finally sitting on the armchair in front of hair.

—Yeah —her smile was small, quickly disappearing—. I didn't know San was your son.

—Yeah, the world is so small —he scoffed, shaking his head—. Who would've thought.

—It feels disrespectful to be here right now —she finally admitted, daring to look at him.

—Why? For following orders? —despite the bitter words, his smile was still so gentle— Years have passed and you're still feeling guilty of someone else's choices. I'll be honest, losing that job wasn't easy, but it pushed me to try new things, to grow in ways I might not have if I'd stayed. And now, seeing you here with San, I know that things happen for a reason.

—How can I not feel guilty? I kicked you out of the company when you needed the money the most.

—The same money you tried to give me after firing me? —her lips were pressed against one another after being reminded of their last conversation— Those things happen, and you were the one in the wrong position to do it. But if it hadn't been you, it'd have been someone else. And still, I doubt someone else would've acted the way you did.

Taewoon was still aware of her uneasy eyes and the way the response was forming in the back of her head.

—Do you know this is the happiest I've ever seen my son? —he caught her attention—. After his mother got sick when he was twelve and he started closing in his shell, we were scared for him. I know he has his friends in Boston, but it still never felt like he allowed anyone in. He got so disappointed at the way people turned their backs on us when we needed support the most that he didn't open with anyone. But he opened to you —his smile was warm—. And I promise there aren't enough words to thank you for it. Let this work as a way to forgive yourself for what happened, hmm?

It was the first time that afternoon that Y/n smiled genuinely, looking down while nodding.

—Now let's leave this aside. I want you to have a good welcome into our family, huh?

—Okay.

—Let's take those two to the backyard and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

When they returned to the kitchen, the atmosphere was noticeably lighter. San's mother greeted them with a warm smile, and San, sensing the shift in Y/n's mood, seemed more at ease. The rest of the evening passed in a much more relaxed and joyful manner, with laughter and easy conversation filling the small house.

As they played a lighthearted board game together, Y/n found herself genuinely smiling, the earlier discomfort fading into the background. San's parents shared stories from his childhood, and even San, who had been quiet and reserved earlier, began to join in, teasing Y/n about her competitive spirit.

The warmth of the Choi family enveloped her, and for the first time in a long while, Y/n felt like she belonged. The fear and guilt that had weighed her down for so long were replaced by a sense of acceptance and forgiveness.

As the evening drew to a close, they all gathered on the porch, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and gold as they got ready to say goodbye.

—You're always welcome here, Y/n —his father reminded her—. No matter what happens.

—Of course. Bring her every weekend —Chiyong scolded her son—. Well, not every weekend, but you understood what I meant —she corrected herself under her husband's arched eyebrow.

Y/n smiled, the warmth of their words filling her with a sense of belonging. She glanced at San, who gave her a small, reassuring smile, his hand finding hers again, only to be reminded that she hadn't confronted the consequences of her past completely. 

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[the-fiction-witch]

Mrs Dawkins P28 -31

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P5 P6-P10 P11-13 P14-17 P18-22 P23-27

I giggled like a school girl getting into my sweet floral dress for today's courting date, of course, Jack had to agree on it all with my father when he came, he couldn't just turn up at my window and ask me out for the afternoon even if we both wished it could be so simple, but he came and asked my father for permission which he granted so I washed up and got into my dress scampering down the stairs to meet him at the door.

"Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins,"

"Good Afternoon Miss Everset." 

We both smiled like children excited for what was in all fairness, especially an adult playdate, Given Miss Hardcastle had to chaperone is as my father was busy with work.  She wasn't thrilled, we weren't thrilled but such are the rules. 

"Shall we go then?"

"Yes of course," I smiled as I let him take my arm but immediately before our hands even touched through my cotton gloves Miss Hardcastle slapped the back of my hand as a stern reminder so I didn't take his hand even if I wanted to. 

But he led me out to the gardens and we took a leisurely stroll in the sunshine using my parasol to protect him too from the intense sun, as we chatted doing our best not to talk about anything too secret as Miss Hardcastle followed along behind us listening and watching us like a hawk. 

"Miss Hardcastle you're welcome to go in and return to your book I assure you all will be proper and above board," I told her trying to convince her to go away and leave Jack and me alone for a while, 

"Ummm I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you." She playfully glared, "If your father found out I left a courting couple alone there would be anarchy. Sorry though it may be for all of us, it must be done."

"You're really going to follow us around for six months?"

"It appears I am," 

"Please, get ten minutes," I begged, 

She rolled her eyes, "Ten minutes not a second more I will meet you both at the kitchen door." 

"Thank you!" I smiled Jack happily grabbed my hand and yanked me off with him into the gardens finding our bench and sitting down using my parasol as a cover to sit and chat, even exchanging a few sweet kisses, we talked about his work, my little hobbies here, about books and business as courting couples, do now with the threat of discovery gone our hands intertwined our lips often shared kisses, and our words could be more of what we wished them to be "Ohh Jack I wish this is how our courtship could be."

"I do too, I suppose we just have to savour the sweet moments we are alone together,"

"I shall, I will hold these moments so tightly Jack," I cooed, "come on if we don't go she'll come looking for us."

"Of course," he nodded giving my lips a sweet kiss, but eventually we pulled back and started on our walk back to the kitchen door to meet Miss Hardcastle, 

"Do you think once we're engaged they'll let up a bit?"

"I hope so, but that's six months away Jack,"

"Ummm don't remind me,"

"Oh?"

"Six months is a long time, being chaperoned and watched," He said putting his hands on my waist and turning me to him as we stood beside the pound, "without being able to kiss you, and hold your hand, and hold you close to me, without being able to... touch you."

"There is always the window,"

"True, but how many times a week can I come sneaking in your window before someone notices, and we have to be quiet in case someone hears us," he explained, "and I'll be honest darling... that's a tall tree I wish I had the strength to climb it every day but let's face it a long day at the hospital and as much as I want to see you my arms aren't going to be able to climb that tree."

"I know... Perhaps I can sneak out some nights,"

"You can't darling, your father or Miss Hardcastle comes to check on us I can hide If I'm there, if you are missing we'll surely be discovered. As much as I would adore to have my darling cuddled up to warm my bed waiting for me to get back from work, we cannot take the risk."

I sighed, "Well as you said we shall just have to savour our time alone together."

"We do, all although I wish these six months could pass in an instant so we could kiss and cuddle without the rules."

"I'm sure when we look back at this time after our engagement we will wonder how we ever waited."

"I know we will." He cooed, "That doesn't stop me from wishing it was now,"

"It doesn't, I wish it was too."

"One final kiss for today before we have to go back to being... propper.?"

"Well, how can I say no?" I smiled giving his lips a soft sweet kiss which he happily returned, we held this kiss for as long as we could never wanting this moment to end, I held his shirt softly and he pulled my waist closer as our kisses got deeper and deeper I began to feel weightless and we both wanted to get closer and closer until suddenly we fell into the pound,

I squealed feeling the ice-cold water, moss and lilypads all over me.

"Ohh fuck sorry y/n!" Jack quickly said as he tried helping me up from the water given my dress immediately became heavy with the water's weight seeing he too was covered in water, moss across his clothes and hair, 

"It's alright not your fault Jack," I said quickly getting to my feet with his help but as I saw him I couldn't help but laugh at him, "You look ridiculous!"

"I have to say you don't look much better," He laughed, "Ohh lily pad in your hair," he chuckled picking it out for me,

"Thank you" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss but I picked up a pile of slimy moss as we kissed and threw it at his face,

"Ahh! Ohh you're gonna get it now darling!" He smirked grabbing some mud from the bottom of the pound,

"Jack...Jack don't-" I pleaded but he threw it onto my chest making me scream "JACK!"

"yes! Right on target!"

"Ughh you can't throw mud at a lady!" I yelled grabbing some allege and slapping him across the face with it 

"You started it!" He laughed, grabbing water in his hands and pouring it down my dress

"Ahhhh Jack!" I whined, 

as this soon turned into an all-out mud, moss, and water fight anything we could get our hands on we laughed and threw at one,

"Okay. Okay. I subseed. I surrender my darling. you win." he said putting his hands up to surrender,

"Alright, you promise no more."

"I promise no more."

"I don't know if i trust you."

"I'm gonna be your husband and you can't trust I'm not going to throw a Lilly pad at you?" 

"No,"

"I promise,"

"Good I promise too,"

"Perfect," he smiled giving my lips a sweet kiss, "Now come on let's head back or we will be in trouble." he chuckled and climbed out before he helped me out too and we strolled through the garden dropping water and mud as we went before arriving back to the kitchen door where Miss hardcastle stood waiting angrily given we were very very late and of course, she looked at our states both soaked in water, mud and god knows what from the pound.

"I swear... there is a good explanation for this." I told her, 

I smiled as I waited excitedly by the door with Miss Hardcastle beside me, I adjusted my white velvet gloves on my wrist and flattened my dark blue dress, making sure to make my small blue hat pin stay through my hair while also being careful not to have the end stab me in the neck at any point, I jumped excitedly as the door knocked and I wanted to bolt over but Miss Hardcastle stopped me and made the maid get the door, she opened it wide and revealed Jack in his usual attire his dusty brown shoes from his walk out to the house, his brown trousers, a fairly clean white shirt but decently faded, his usual blue waistcoat, dark jacket, his black hat with a new slightly nicer tie around his neck and tucked into his waistcoat,

"Morning Ladies," He greeted, 

"Morning Doctor," Miss Hardcastle greeted, 

"Good Morning Doctor Dawkins," I cooed as he approached, 

"Good Morning Miss Y/l/n," He smiled and took my hand giving it a sweet kiss, "Did you do as I asked?"

"I did, I have my bag," I smiled showing off my little leather drawing bag, 

"Perfect, Shall we head off on our little date?" he asked as he offered his arm, 

"Mhm," I nodded excitedly, I took his arm and we headed on our way onto the streets of Port Victory, with Miss Hardcastle who followed along behind us sometimes she would speak up or push my shoulder to keep Jack and I apart, often if ever our upper arms or shoulders touched she would move us apart, "So? Where are you taking me today doctor?" 

"Ahh, are you sure you wanna know? it'll ruin the surprise."

"Ohh Please," I begged, 

"Alright Darling," He chuckled, "We are going to the hospital,"

"Really!"

"Of course, I want to show my lovely lady where I work," He smiled, "If you want to of course?"

"I'd love to," I smiled, "But why did I need my drawing bag?"

"Well, I figured you'd like to do some... anatomy drawings,"

"Really!"

"Yeah, I have surgery this afternoon if you'd like to watch? and maybe do some sketches?" He encouraged, "But of course if not we can go down to the water and you can draw some ships," 

"No I'd love to go to the hospital and watch you work, and I could do some interesting drawings," I smiled, 

"Perfect, come on let me show off my darling," He smiled kissing my hand and leading the way to the hospital, 

I smiled as he led me all the way to the Port Victory Royal Hospital, where he slipped off his jacket and hat as soon as he arrived, he pushed up his sleeves exposing his veiny forearms as he cleaned his hands ready for work, I couldn't look away gripping the strap of my bag with my gloves as I watched and as he dried off his hands I glanced to Miss Hardcastle who gave me a suspicious side-eye. But I just smiled. 

"Shall we then darling?" He offered his arm,

"Yes!" I giggled happily taking his arm, 

He leads me through the hospital on his arm showing me the stock rooms, his ward, the prep room and everywhere else important in the hospital all while he did his work, 

"And Finally The theatre, where we do all our surgery. Now normally we don't let ladies in here just nurses. But... I'll make a very special exception for you" he winked as he pushed open the doors dramatically walking backwards with his hands behind his back with a playful girn,

"This is really the theatre?" I giggled stepping inside, 

"Really the theatre." He smiled, "For surgery, saving lives and I admit thinking of my darling," He said taking my hands to tug me deeper into the theatre room, 

"Awww that's sweet," I cooed, 

"Now I have got a surgery this afternoon if you would like to stay and watch?"

"I can?"

"Of course, you can," he smiled holding my hands to give me a sweet spin in the open surgery space, "We're courting, we're going to be engaged in six months. You'll be my wife sooner rather than later." he smirked, "You should get used to my work, my workplace, and everyone should get used to seeing you, as I'm sure I'd be delighted to have my lovely Mrs Dawkins come to visit me while I'm working," 

"Aww I'd love to visit while you're working," I giggled, "I'd come to check on you after long days, and bring you cookies, and give you nice lucky kisses before surgery,"

"That. Sounds. Adorable! My lovely wife brings me cookies and kisses while I work, I can't imagine anything more heavenly, than finishing my rounds and seeing my beautiful girl in the forge waiting for me with a box of cookies and some cute little kisses for me." He smiled, "I can't think of anything more perfect my darling." he cooed as our spins and playful dances ended with him holding my waist to dip me close to the table leaving me a giggling mess, 

"I can't either," I smiled stroking his hair, I knew as his eyes met my lips he wanted to kiss me and I wanted to kiss him too but Miss Hardcastle who of course had been chaperoning us stood at the door with a scowl so we quickly stood and separated, "Yes uhh it's very lovely Doctor Dawkins," I smiled,

"Good, Glad you like it Miss Everset," he smiled fixing his hair nervously trying to hide his blush, 

"It does uhh smell of blood a little?"

"Yeah, you get used to it." he chuckled, "Now, I need to do a little refresher for the surgery this afternoon, I have a body prepped in the morgue if my lovely darling has the stomach for it? you don't have to if you don't want to,"

"No, I'd love to. Give me a chance to do some new kinds of anatomy drawings," 

"shall I lead you down to the morgue then my darling?"

"You may Doctgor," I giggled as I took his arm again, letting him lead me down to the morgue a grimy grey room under the hospital where a body already laid, and Jack went to get himself prepared while I got my book and pencils sitting on a chair close to the body, 

"if you wish to leave at any point Miss Hardcastle it's alright, I am going to be cutting open this body," Jack told her, 

"Thank you but I am to chaperone."

"Yes of course but no one will blame you if you needed to go," He reassured her before he came over to the table and the body with his tools, "The same to you y/n. You can go I won't think any less of you if you get a little queasy?" 

"Thank you, I will remember," I smiled, as I removed my gloves and sharpened my pencil,

Jack unfurled this leather roll of tools and got out a scalpel which he then turned in his hand and offered to me,

"Ohh no I uhh... I can't-" I blushed setting my drawing items down on the table, 

"I need a straight line down his sternum, I'm sure you can draw a straight line." He chuckled,

"I- uhh I- I've never cut a man before."

"Well, you can't hurt him any further." He said, "Come on," He encouraged handing me the scalpel and holding my hand in his, the callus of his fingers and the warmth of his hand against my own smooth skin, he guided me but not forcefully, I knew I had the strength and the room to move away if I wanted to, but I was giddy with excitement as he guided my hand to cut down the chest of this man from his throat to his stomach seeing the strange internals of the dead man, it wasn't what I expected then again I don't know what I expected but it was very interesting, "You alright?"

"Fascinating..."

"F-Facinating? Really?"

"Ummm... somewhere in here... is... how we think, how we imagine, how we create, how we feel, heartbreak, and anxious tummy aches, and giddy excitement, and... love, so utterly."

"and die." He nodded, 

 "it's all here somewhere, somehow." I smiled, "it's... it's so much more than just anatomy." 

I grabbed my book and my pencil sketching away as Jack worked on the body slowly cutting and sewing to practice the surgery for this afternoon, I couldn't have a wider smile sketching and making notes on the skin, muscles, and organs all within the body, looking how the cold demopotision had already begun to set in, how the rigermortis has affected the man's body, and after another large cut, Miss Hardcastle had enough her hand over her mouth as she rushed away out of the mourge.

"She lasted longer than I thought she would," I laughed,

"She did, but she's finally gone," he smirked setting his tools down on the table and before I could say anything he took my book from my hands setting it down and grabbed my waist to sit me on the table,

"Jack what are-" I giggled but before I could finish my sentence his lips pressed against mine kissing me intensely and passionately I blushed hard wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him back excited we were all alone our kisses enthusiastic my hands around his neck often snaking up into his hair twisting my fingers into his locks, his hand around my waist stroking up and down my hip, his other hand on my cheek caressing my face, Till I pulled back, "ohh... Jack," I blushed, "Well that was a surprise,"

"Was it?" he raised an eyebrow with a sly smile,

"I guess not," I giggled, "I have this feeling,"

"Umm, so do I darling.." he groaned, 

"Ohhh" I blushed as I realized what he meant- "Ohh I uhh... I meant I had a thought about something,"

"Do you? well, you are such a clever little thing," he smirked petting my hair,

"I think you had ulterior motives?"

"Humm, too clever," he bit his lip, "what if I did?"

"what if I think you did bring me to the hospital for our date not just to show me where you work, not just to show off your future fiance" I smiled running my hand over his waistcoat which only made him bite his lip harder his brown eyes staring mine down, "But I think you brought me to the hospital for our date knowing you had surgery today, and needed to practice so you could bring Lisa and I down here, and make her sacred enough to get me here with you alone?"

" far too clever." He smirked, "Alright... you're going to be my wife, I should always tell you the truth."

"Yes, you should,"

"I don't need to practice."

"You- You don't!" 

"No! I've done this a million times."

"so why di- so you only brought us down here to scare Miss Hardcastle off?"

"Might have done." he shrugged playfully, 

"Just so we could be alone?"

"Just so we could be alone." he smirked, "Now... we're wasting our alone time." 

"We are," I smirked grabbing his face and pulling him back into our kiss, our lips soon turned hot moving against each other, our bodies pressed as tight to each other as possible, his hands gripped my dress tightly my hands stroking his waistcoat and shirt till we pulled away again, "we have to stop... she could be back any second,"

"you're right.... we should... hummm" he nodded his tone of mild annoyance but acceptance, 

"Five more-" I began but before I even finished it he leapt back to my lips returning to our lusty make out till he pulled himself back, "Ughh for god sake- if I knew we had time... I would absolutely ruin you." 

"Would you now? you only have six months till we're engaged you can't wait that long Jack?"

"Y/n I am not sure I can wait six days let alone six months." He groaned, "I... I want you so bad right now."

"Jack..." I blushed hard, "I admit... I am struggling to wait too,"

"Then why wait at all?" he whispered against my lips, 

"she could be back any second."

"Your right," he sighed having to move himself away to stop himself continuing, secretly giving his trousers an adjust as he did,

I hopped off the table and grabbed my note book, "My- my father is out tonight."

"what." he turned quickly back to face me, 

"he's going out... for his poker game with his businessmen... miss Hardcastle will be in her own room by nine." 

he gasped a moment, "... say the word and I'll be there. Just say you want me there and I swear to you I'll climb though your window and make it a night neither of us will ever forget..."

[auxiliarydetective]

My OCs as Flatmates, Part 1

Includes: Chandrah/Charlie, Raevyn, Sherry

A bit ago, I asked you guys about who you'd like to see for this topic (and I'm still asking, by the way, hop into the replies and tell me who you'd like to see) and both @fluffle-system and @daughter-of-melpomene said...

↬ Chandrah !

Oh boy! You've invited a demon to your house, congratulations!

Charlie, I feel like, would be a fun roommate. I assume this is after GB II, so he'd already relatively well adjusted, but they're still... not human.

Like, my boy™ barely sleeps at all. This means that, yes, you can come to them at any time of day or night and be relatively sure that he's awake. And even if he isn't, they're not that hard to wake up and they don't get grumpy if you do wake him up. However, it also means that he might be noisy at night. Not even intentionally. But if your flat has thin walls, you'll hear them rummaging around the kitchen or taking a shower in the middle of the night. You might also be faced with some confusing situation at times because he hasn't master all situations of human behaviour yet. Also, they eat the weirdest things sometimes.

Aside from that though, he 100% has your back, no matter what happens. They're loyal as ever. Whatever you need, he's got you. Need help moving in? Charlie is strong as balls, he'll carry your stuff. Shitty ex? How do you want to give the bastard payback - are we thinking of a fake dating scenario, do you just want someone to come with you somewhere just in case, do you want them beaten up, humiliated...? Charlie will probably also curse and/or haunt the ex, let's be honest.

Also, he's a literal (former) Ghostbuster. If you get a nightmare or think you're cursed or haunted or something, he'll take you seriously. Or any irrational fear, really, because they've seen a lot of things and are willing to believe a lot of things. Charlie will probably go through the routine Ghostbuster questionnaire with you to determine if it's a ghost or not and what kind of ghost and then go from there. They'll cheer you up and make you feel safe before confronting the specter. Even if you accidentally summoned a demon or something, Chandrah is also a demon, it'll deal with it.

Depending on whether you know that Charlie is secretly a demon or not, you might also see them floating around sometimes and he'll use his demonic powers for tasks or to help you. It's normal. They might even show you their demonic form if you ask nicely.

Definitely would want to spend a lot of time with you. He's a bit clingy but understands if you need some space. Would also be fine with just coexisting in the same room as you if you don't have the time or energy to do anything special.

As to how you got into this flatshare situation, I'm pretty sure that Charlie would've put out the ad and it's his house/apartment. Charlie, being a demon and (former) Ghostbuster, is pretty rich and would be able to afford living on their own, but they want a flatmate because they feed off human affection and they get bored when they're alone for too long. He probably didn't put his name in the ad because he is more or less famous and you probably wouldn't figure out it's them until you come over to take a look at the apartment before deciding if you want to move in. But they're super nice and humble about their Ghostbusters experiences and will be really glad to share stories with you. A baseline belief in the paranormal is probably a requirement for living with him though.

Next person! @enterprise-come-in asked for...

↬ Raevyn !

We're assuming a Planetary Union context here and not just Raevyn somehow dropping in on our present day. Probably, you're both studying at Union Point.

One thing that needs to be very clear to you and that she tells you right away is that you will have very little privacy. She can't help it, she's a telepathic species and she's gonna know all of your secrets sooner or later. You can't really keep anything from her.

BUT this also means that she knows exactly what's wrong when you're down and how to help you and you best believe she'll do it. She's there to comfort you, whenever, wherever. Has your routines memorized after a few weeks, knows your comfort foods and shows, adapts to your needs really well.

Generally, Raevyn is really considerate but, like with any flatmate, you'll also have to deal with some nonsense from her. Since this is her Union Point era, she's gonna have quite a few crushes and partners, and you might have to deal with a good bit of relationship drama. Not an obscene amount, but definitely more than average. She also probably forgets to do the dishes every once in a while. Just remind her to do them and it's all good.

Activities! Don't expect to go to the pool or the beach with her, she's still in her phase where she's hiding her aquatic heritage. But aside from that, she's down for pretty much anything. She'd love to learn about your culture and show you hers and meet your friends and have you meet hers and... But she's also down for more relaxing activites like bord games or video games or movies or just talking. Would also be a pretty good study buddy.

Raevyn would be the best person to have as backup if you want to go on a date but you're kinda worried about it and the person seems sketchy. My girl is ready to beat anyone up for you, whether that be verbally or physically. She's also a walking taser, so she could end the conflict before it even started if you don't want a scene. Would also teach you martial arts if you want. Generally, she has a lot of relationship drama herself, so she definitely understands yours. You can gush about your crushes and cry about breakups together.

Also! Raevyn is quite literally the least problematic person when it comes to gender identities and sexuality and whatnot. It's in her culture to know that everyone's mind and feelings work differently and being attracted to different things is normal and gender is an infinite spectrum. The idea that there could be only two sexes and genders and that anything that isn't heterosexuality is a sin or something is completely wild and offensive to her. Personally, she's bisexual and will also 100% go to pride parades and festivals with you, even if she doesn't fully understand the history and mentality behind them. She would also do really well with neurodivergency, disability and other similar things. Do you know that situation where you're really frustrated at people just not understanding that you can't do a thing because you have no spoons left? This will never happen with Raevyn. Because she knows. She understands. She might not be neurodivergent or experience something similar but, because she's a telepath, she understands what you're going through and will adapt accordingly as much as she can.

Last person for this part is...

↬ Sherry !

... because @novemberhope shares a birthday with her!

Oh boy, this is actually gonna be a bit tough to answer, because... well, first of all, this means that you're in the Mario Universe. Funky shenanigans. Maybe you got Mario Movie style isekai-ed into it? (Disclaimer: I haven't actually watched the movie.) Either way, Sherry probably wasn't planning on having a flatmate but would gladly take you in.

The thing is, Sherry is a princess and was raised with the knowledge that she is a princess. But she wasn't raised at the palace, she was raised in some cottage in the middle of nowhere. Generally, living with her would be weird but fun. Because she's very kind and all but she has some quirks. For one, her sister is literally the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom and she's next in line for the throne. But Sherry couldn't care less about royal formalities and whatnot and doesn't really spend time around the palace. Still, you'll notice. If you go anywhere together, the attention will be on her and you'll be overlooked. As such: Don't think about throwing a joined birthday party. You might get an amazing cake from Princess Peach and a whole lot of famous people will be there, but it will no longer be your day. It's about her now.

Also, the whole kidnapping situation? Sherry's sister Peach constantly gets kidnapped by a guy and Sherry somehow works for the guy? Like, she babysits his son or something? Awkward...

What this means though is that, should you ever get in trouble with some evil forces or the King of the Koopas, Sherry has your back. Either she'll solve the issue herself or she'll get the Mario Brothers on the case. No problem.

Anyways, back to everyday situations: I feel like Sherry is a no nonsense sort of person (well, as much as you can be in the Mushroom Kingdom) and probably likes things to be in order, so if you leave your dishes out in the kitchen or whatnot, she won't be happy. But she's also the type who'll say something if she doesn't like something, so you won't get stuck in a silent war or anything. Also, she's not the type to hold grudges. See the "working for the guy who kidnaps her sister" situation. Whatever mistakes you make, she'll forgive you. Also, you'll never have financial troubles! She's a princess, she's rich, and she'll lend you money if you need it.

Whereas her sister likes to bake, Sherry likes to cook. You might cook together a lot if that's a thing you're into, or she'll make you homecooked meals for when you get home or just... whenever. I feel like she'd also be really good at mixing drinks, so great for when you're having parties! She also takes you kart racing, golfing, to football games, tennis, board game nights... whatever you like!

Oh yeah, Sherry also just leaves sometimes to go on an adventure or save or sister or go on vacation or whatnot, so you'll have the house to yourself a lot.

So yeah, that's it for part 1! Please tell me who else you'd like to see! Part 2 will be out soon, maybe there'll be a part 3 if I get enough requests for people, who knows!

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[doctorstrangereview]

0047: Strange Tales #153

Cover Date: February 1967 On-Sale Date: November 10, 1966

Marie Severin takes over art duties with this installment. It's a marked change. Ms. Severin's art is more detailed with lots of shading that Bill Everett used to a much lesser extent. Mr. Everett's art looked more precise as if drawing aids were used to plot out each line and curve while Ms. Severin's work looks very hand drawn. It's a tiny bit less "cartoony" than her predecessor. She draws the Mindless Ones better. While Mr. Everett's Umar looks very "female Namor" I prefer it to Ms. Severin's rendition. Stan Lee is still writing so there's that to contend with.

Doc has just penetrated the barrier holding back the Mindless Ones from wrecking the rest of the Dark Dimension on his quest to rescue the woman he loves yet hardly knows, Clea. Honestly, this supposedly impenetrable barrier seems to let just about anybody in. On a positive note, Doc is no longer being taken in by Umar's feminine wiles and believability spell. He flat out calls her evil in his thoughts. About time, Doc!

Doc is amidst a hoard of beings possessing immense strength and some sort of force beams. Fortunately, he realizes that they can't fly while he can. He manages to avoid all this menace by floating a few feet up. Also fortunate, the Mindless Ones are mindless and none of them thing to look up. There are those force beams they shoot out of their eye, after all. While up, up and away, he sees an energy beam that Ms. Severin doesn't make too obvious. It feels evil to Doc, but we don't discover if it makes his amulet tingle this time. He does prepare himself with an invisible shield. The invisible part conveniently saves the artist the effort of drawing it.

Umar casts an image of Clea in the big, bad force beam which distracts Doc long enough to drop his shield momentarily. Umar uses the occasion to strike. Yup, she's still clever, this one! Doc is severely weakened by this.

Doc falls into a group of Mindless Ones as Umar watches and believes things to be nearly over. The Mindless Ones proceed to kick Doc's tunic covered rear.

Doc fights back and manages to gain some ground when one of the Mindless Ones remembers that they have those eye beam things in addition to punching.

Doc then gets to punching and kicking back and even uses one of them as a shield.

Umar is watching all this and is very WTF about Doc turning the tide of the battle. "How the heck is he doing this?" she says to herself.

Doc even manages to get most of the Mindless Ones back to fighting each other leaving him able to fend off the few who are still interested in him. Very clever, Doc! Now, let's go find that woman I love but hardly know, Clea.

But Umar has a clever plan. "The Mindless Ones aren't all that effective because they are mindless! But, what I were their brain? Ha! Gotcha!"

Doc does his best to fend off the now clever rock monsters and we learn a little secret. The cloak of levitation is Mindless One eye beam proof. How fortunate!

Doc says "the heck with this!" and sends a burst of light that blinds Umar, who has been watching and directing events. He uses the opportunity to disguise himself as a Mindless One. Once she recovers Umar realizes what he's done and simply causes the Mindless Ones to fight each other again figuring that they'll take out Doc sooner or later. Doc holds his own. For some reason, Umar decides to look in on The Ancient One who is writing in his journal before bedtime, blissfully unaware that his star student is about to get his tunic clad bottom kicked again.

Now that the strange interlude is done, Umar stops her control of the Mindless Ones making them mindless yet again which means Doc's hypnotic disguise is no longer working. Doc floats up and manages to penetrate the barrier holding Clea (so many barriers in the Dark Dimension, so ineffectual) so he can finally rescue her. But all is not as it seems. Umar had one more trick up her sleeve. It wasn't Clea, but a Mindless One in disguise! (So many disguises!) Now a nearly powerless Doc is left to face a creature that lives to fight. What else could go wrong?!

It's been said that Stan Lee didn't really like writing Doctor Strange as he didn't really know what to do with the character and Ditko did the heavy [plot] lifting. Stories like this give some credence to that rumor. The story is pretty much one big fight. Fortunately (there's that word again) It's not just eight pages punching and magic bolts bookended by a splash page and a few panels at the end to actually move the plot forward. Umar's characterization is well done, even if the dialogue can be a bit stiff and over the top. She's very clever and a great strategist even if a bit arrogant assuming Doc will be killed. Not seeing things through to end has been a hallmark of this series and these assumptions bite multiple characters in their collective bottoms on multiple occasions. A woman's got to have her flaws!

Overall, Marie Severin's debut is more successful than not. Not an awful lot happens to speed the arc along, but it's more than filler.

[Out of curiosity, is Umar pronounced ooh-mar or you-mar?]

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

37. The next step

"earth to y/n !" Brady snapped her fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance like state. Lexi and Alex shared a knowing look with one another before sitting down in front of you. "Okay, You're spiraling up there so Talk to us."

" What does she mean? Does she see or want a future with me? We haven't been dating for that long, isn't it too soon to think like that? Wha-"

"You've been together for roughly 2 months it's normal to start imagining about what life would look like together or wanting those things. I think she meant that she just wants to be with you as much as she can." Alex was always able to calm you down. even if she wasn't around you could hear her reassuring voice in your head when you panicked.

"You're right, I don't even know why I'm panicking. Forget I said anything-."

"No, wait a minute," Lexi replied, "We're not going to brush it aside when this is clearly something that's got you thinking like this" She smiled.

"I don't know," you sighed. "I don't know how to explain it.... I guess I find it hard to believe that a woman like her feels that way about me? Not that I doubt her feelings for me!" you quickly spit out because how could you doubt that when she looks at you with those puppy eyes. every time you look at them they shine so brightly and whenever she looks at you there's a glimmer in them, neither the sun nor stars could compete with the way they shine. "it's just... I'm afraid. I want a future with her but what if starship comes between us again? Just because her company will stay out of our relationship for now doesn't mean they'll stay out forever. What if we can never go public? I want to be able to hold her hand and go on dates without making sure nobody will see us. I want to be able to kiss her whenever I want and not have to worry about scandels and reputation. Private doesn't mean secret, I can't be a secret for my whole life."

"okay first of all, let's take a step back." Alex said, " she's not asking you to be a secret forever. She simply said she wants to wake up next to you every day. I don't think yujin would want your relationship to be a secret either. The future is a blank canvas that you get to paint together, right now yujin placed the first stroke and is waiting to see if you will follow. Perhaps starship won't honor their promise to stay out but for now they are. There are millions of ways the future can go but the more you try to control it the more it will go off course. If you keep worrying about what can happen it the future you will miss out on everything that's going on right now. all the beautiful small moments that may seem insignificant now will be the most precious memories later on. "

You stood up without a second thought and grabbed your hoodie from the bed, " wha- where are you going? " Brady asked.

"i'm on my way to make a small insignifiant moment." You smiled before leaving the room.

As you were brushing your teeth you hear the beeping sound and the door closing right after, signaling yujin's arrival to your room. It doesn't take long for her to find you with a cute smile plastered on her face. "I missed you today." She comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your cheek before resting her chin on your shoulder.

You quickly rinse out your mouth and give her a kiss, "even if I annoyed you today?" you smirked.

"there's no one else I'd rather be annoyed by then you." she smiled.

"How romantic." you both laugh before retreating to your bed. "so how's gaeul doing? Lexi said it was a mutual decision but seemed kind of sad about it."

"I'd say the same? I guess they're just disappointed it didn't work out as they hoped it would. Gaeul said she thought about how we are and she couldn't see herself with lexi like that, she does like her but.. Yeah." she said as she layed down on top off you.

"but it's not enough to pursue a relationship. I know lexi said the same thing. You think it'll be awkward tomorrow when we all go out for dinner?"

"maybe at one point for a little while but they ended it on good terms so I don't think it will be a problem. Now enough talk about our friends and their relationship, we need to talk about you not responding to my message from earlier." yujin leaned up a little bit so she was looking up at you.

"you mean the waking up one?" you asked and she nodded, "to be honest I got stuck in my head over nothing. I was worried about a possible future but Alex told me that I should focus on the present or else I'll miss out on beautiful moments like this right here."

Yujin frowns and sits up, "you were worried about us?" you quickly pull her back down to you which she tries to resist at first but eventually gives in.

"it wasn't a worry about us as in you and me but more in the way of our relationship and the control we have over it. Whether we would have the freedom to do what we want one day but like I said it's just one possibility, it doesn't mean it will. All I know in this moment is that I love you and want to be with you for as long as you'll have me. "

Yujin smiled as she leans down leaving just enough space between your lips, "I love you too and will always want you with me." you smile against each other's lips before closing that little gap with a tender kiss.

Things eventually get a little more heated as hands start to wander. Yujin climbs fully on top of you, hands slipping under your t-shirt making you moan at the sensation of yujin's cold hands on the warm skin of your stomach.

"Can I take this off," Yujin asks, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. It doesn't take long for the clothing item to be tossed out of sight after your nod of approval. This is all new territory for the both of you, sure you had make-out sessions here and there but it never went further then slipping hands under clothes. Yujin takes her time looking you over, her hands running over your exposed skin before leaning down and placing soft kisses on your shoulder. "Is this okay?"

"yeah." your voice came out shaky, betraying you and telling yujin how much you were enjoying her touch. She pulls back to pull her own t-shirt off but you quickly stop her.

"yujin, are you sure? I-I don't want us to rush into anything. I need to know you won't regret this in the morning, I can wait for as long as you want."

She smiles down at you before pulling her shirt off, "i'm sure. I want this. I want you. All of you" she leans down again connecting your lips once again in a passionate hunger that reveals how much she really wanted it.

You pull back fighting to keep your composure long enough to make sure she's as comfortable as she can be, "if you change your mind tell me and we'll stop no matter what, okay?" You cup her face and caressed her cheeks with your thumbs, "promise me?"

She nods and kisses the palm of your hand, "I promise."

And with that you take the next step in your relationship ship. It was gentle, passionate and just the way you would've wanted it to be. Showing one another how much you loved each other through savoring each other's body, marking one another in places that would be more concealed this time and taking turns in sharing the pleasure that came with the night.

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[fancifulflora]

since i love 'to all the boys i've loved before' i wanna request a high school au where the the atoc LIs recieve a love letter from the mc. ty!

Honestly, this applies to either a university or a hs au, whichever works (Also for simplicity's sake I'm assuming you two are already friends and this is like- a confession letter in particular like in the book/movie)

Azad/Ashti

They were certainly surprised to see a little envelope tucked into their library book

Last they could remember, they had gone looking for another reference for their classical literature paper so their mysterious messenger couldn't have gone far

Sure, they'd spare a glance around the room to see if anyone still lingered but probably weren't going to push it any further before opening up the letter

That's when they recognize the handwriting.

The very sight brings a smile to their face before they even begin reading

Reading over your words leaves no noticeable reaction on their face outside of the smile, most passing by could never guess that it was a love letter in their hands

They certainly wouldn't be able to detect the mix of amusement and fondness bubbling inside them as they drank up each and every line

If it's terribly cheesy or poorly worded there is no way in hell they aren't going to tease you about it, but they know to be merciful since it's still a big act of vulnerability

Above all else, they're already planning how they were going to respond to your letter

They'd play it casually, acting as if they hadn't read the letter around you

Though it's really just a ploy for them to be certain that the way they feel for you is real

So when the butterflies in their stomach still remain restless and your very presence continues to squeeze at their heart, they simply ask.

They'll be certain to ensure the two of you have privacy before finally turning to you, a small grin on their face, asking you whether or not you meant those words

And more importantly, how long you planned on waiting before asking them out on a date

Dara/Delal

Being more vigilant about their surroundings and their stuff, getting a note to them without their knowledge was difficult

Borderline impossible

So, it left you with no choice but to be upfront and hand the letter directly to them

It certainly startles them, leaving them a little unsure as to what exactly the letter is for

At least for a brief moment

When they do finally realize what it is, they turn red on the spot and ask you if it's alright to open it right now or if you'd prefer they open it later

If you choose to let them read it right there, they'd take their time going through it and doing their best to hide their reactions

Although anyone within range could see the red on their face very, very clearly

Having known each other for a long time though, the answer comes surprisingly swift

There's no duty to Arsur to uphold, no responsibilities they have to shoulder

Leaving them free in this universe to open their heart and happily accept your confession

But if you're far too shy about it and wish for them to read it at another time, they'll abide by your wishes, though the reaction remains the same

Instead, they'll find some time to pull you aside to present you with a small gift and take the chance to take you out on a date

It'd be the least they could do since you made the first move after all

Rozerîn/Rêzan

Though friendly to those that dare approach, they tended to be on the shy, skittish side from a distance

That meant that there wasn't exactly a line of secret admirers lined up around the block for them- making the note they found in their bag all the more confusing

Just who could have left this?

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to notice your handwriting though or the simple ruling out of possible suspects in their mind

The thought that you'd feel that way about them does bring a deep red to their cheeks though, honestly, if they were to open it in the privacy of their own bedroom, I'd bet good money they'd make a noise and cover their face with their hands

Maybe kick their feet a little if your words are especially well crafted

Once they do compose themselves, they decide to return your affection in kind, drafting a letter that they plan on sliding into your bag later on

Then they throw it away and draft another

And another

And maybe after the 4th try, they'll have something that they deem worthy of sending

Then all it takes is the perfect timing for them to hide their note amongst your things, being sure to flee the scene before they're caught

Just be sure to answer them quickly because, despite their best efforts, the only thing on their mind will be your words- their subconscious already beginning to daydream up a storm

Xelara/Xelef

They're a rather charismatic and popular character around the campus, so getting cute notes and presents wasn't too unusual for them.

Most of the time they'd do their secret admirers the courtesy of reading their notes, the only exception being the rather insistent ones.

Though, the moment they found your note in their gym bag, something about it felt familiar. Was it the stationary set they had bought you a few months ago? Maybe the scent of any perfume/cologne you might have sprayed.

Either way, something was telling them that this was a note that shouldn't be ignored

They're certainly glad they listened, finding great amusement in their not-so-secret admirer

A part of them considers trying their hand at poetry and writing you a flowery letter of your own, but they just don't have the talent for it

Besides, where's the fun in that?

Instead of being direct, the fiend spends the next few days to weeks teasing you mercilessly

They'll be extra affectionate with you, extra considerate

Extra close

It excites them to be around you and the reactions you make to their flirtations were addicting

And that's putting it mildly

Lucky for you, this torture isn't meant to last forever

Once they've had their fill, they'd lay the moves on you and just when you think they might be pulling another joke on you

They reference something from your letter, a phrase, something that makes all the gears click in your brain

It's real.

Their words real, the way they feel about you

Real

[frogmanfae]

*slips and drops this* oh- whoops!

"It's you and me, always and forever, right?"

Jack had a firm grip on Davey's hand as he asked the question. It wasn't easy, their relationship. Davey wasn't ready to tell anyone, which was fine with Jack, but it took a lot more work to stay secret than it would to just date openly.

"Right..." David agreed, but his voice was weak and his eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing, "unless..."

Jack raised an eyebrow and he made it a point to look into Davey's eyes, no matter how difficult it was, "unless...?"

"Well..." David looked down. He never had been good at eye contact, even under normal circumstances, "I dunno..."

"Sweetheart," Jack moved his fingers to lift David's chin ever so gently, "Sweetheart look at me, will ya?" David's eyes fluttered up, but didn't meet Jack's gaze, instead fixing on his nose. Jack figured it was best not to test his luck, so he took it, but he did make note of the starting stages of tears he saw. "Talk to me..."

"It's stupid-"

"It ain't stupid!" Jack's voice remained soft in the way he was so good at, but it had a new edge to it. Firm, almost. Maybe urgent. Davey couldn't tell. "Hey, what did we talk about, huh? I wanna hear what's going on in that brain of yours." He moved his hand from David's chin to tap on his forehead like he would somehow reach Davey's thoughts by doing so. It didn't give Jack access to his brain, but it did make Davey smile, just a little, so Jack still considered it a win. "What's it tellin you?"

David sighed, looking away again. "It's just... I mean always is a long time... I'm..." He tensed his jaw, the way he does when he's trying to say something but can't figure out how to say it without conveying a certain message, Jack had noticed. After a minute, he decided on, "you'll get bored eventually."

Jack's brain stopped working for a second, then began turning a million gears all at once. There were so many thoughts running through his head that he couldn't grasp on to anything but the solid feeling of confusion.

"Bored?" he finally stammered out. "Bored?" Jack shook his head, as if that would help him understand the situation. It didn't. "Davey, Darlin' what are you... You think I'd get bored? Of what? Of you?"

"I... Jack I'm just-"

"Nuh uh." Jack held up his hand, "I'm sorry, you know I don't usually mean to interrupt you but... Davey, baby, I just... I can't even wrap my head around how I could ever be bored with you! I don't- I seriously don't... I don't see a... a possible way. I mean..." He shook his head and blinked for a long time, "I really don't see anythin that could... That could lead to... I mean... Gah!"

"Jack, one day, you'll meet someone who... Who will excite you in ways I never could. They'll go horseback riding with you and... and they'll start fights with the Delanceys and... they'll be able to show you off to the world... like you deserve..."

Jack smiles, almost a happy one. "Davey, Sweetheart..." he reaches to cup David's cheeks in his palms and softly wipe away his tears with his thumbs, "I don't care about any of that. I want you. You hear? You're my partner, my fella, my bookworm, my smarty pants, my Boopsie-" that one got a little giggle out of Davey, just what Jack had been aiming for. Jack's smile got a little bit wider, a little bit happier at the sound.

"Gross, never call me that again." Davey swatted at Jack's hands and turned to lean on Jack's chest. He didn't let go of his fingers.

"Ohhh but it made you smile!" Jack swayed (by extension swaying Davey on his chest, only making him laugh more). "I was gonna keep goin you know, till ya caved. They were just gonna keep gettin more n more ridiculous."

"More ridiculous than Boopsie?"

"I think you're underestimatin' me. I had Schnookums, Stud Muffin, Casanova, Dream Machine-"

"Dream Machine?"

"Yeah, you know, 'cuz I's a dreamer n' all n' lately you've been runnin' all my dreams-"

"God, you are such a sap," Davey sniffed away his remaining tears as he focused on twisting around Jack's fingers. If all else failed, that would always work to calm him down.

"Hey, Dream Machine."

Davey snorted. "Yeah?"

"I want you to remember somethin' for me, alright? I think you can do it, considerin' you're also my Bookworm and Smarty Pants."

He rolled his eyes, but Jack noticed his smile only got bigger, even just a little bit. "What might that be, Sheriff?"

"Sheriff?" Jack raised an eyebrow with an amused smile.

"Yeah, Sheriff. Or are you the only one who can make dumb nicknames?"

"I like it." He moved his hand to squeeze Davey's. The firm pressure always seemed to reassure David that Jack was meaning what he was saying, and Jack really needed him to know that he meant what he was about to say.

David took a deep breath. Not because he was nervous, it was more so because he was exhausted. Emotionally, anyhow. Jack knew it would be a while before he spoke again. It didn't take Jack long to figure out that for someone who always seemed to have the right words, sharing them took a lot out of David, and there were times where he just had to be quiet. That was okay with Jack. He knew David was still listening to his every word, even if he wouldn't respond to them.

"I'd rather be bored with you than excited with anyone else."

Davey turned to look at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It almost seemed like he was going to cry again, but he just pressed his lips together into a soft smile and squeezed Jack's hand tight. Now, Jack would never claim to be the smartest guy around, especially not in the presence of Davey, but it didn't take much for him to understand what that meant.

[fairytail-whathesays]

laxus x bickslow hcs pleasee?

Yes, can do! Sorry it took so long to get to this one!

Laxus very much enjoys how off-the-wall and weird Bickslow is. It adds flavor to their little circle, and it offsets Freed's and Evergreen's overly-refined vibes. He likes Bickslow, weirdness and immaturity and all.

Likewise, Bickslow adores Laxus and genuinely thinks he's the coolest thing ever--while also respecting him almost the way one would a big brother. He's always felt more accepted around Laxus and by extension in Fairy Tail than anywhere else.

Having said that, Bickslow would throw it back on Laxus without hesitation if he ever gave the order. Like, it's the epitome of "we're just friends but I'd f/ck you if you asked". It is absolutely not a secret, because should anyone ask, he's completely open about how he'd plug that in, so to speak. He doesn't care because Laxus is popular and it's not exactly an uncommon reaction to him.

Bickslow has a surprisingly diverse music taste. Rap, RnB, electro, house, pop. Laxus very much enjoys sharing his music with Bickslow and seeing what makes him tick.

Dating Bickslow is the equivalent of eating a scorpion pop in front of someone, for Laxus. Bickslow is off-putting and creepy and he's that way on purpose, so many people treat him as unsettling and undesirable. They'll just be thinking "wow, he's so creepy, I can't believe that Laxus guy hangs out with him..." when Laxus walks up, says "hey babe" and kisses him on the mouth.

"Babe" and "bro" are interchangeable, but only at first when the relationship is new. Bickslow loves being called "babe", it powers him up, and if "bro" ever gets used to address him, Laxus is usually annoyed about something he did.

Bickslow is over 6 feet tall and should not be climbing on anyone, but Laxus is also over 6 feet tall and has an extremely climb-able body. Bix loves draping himself over Laxus' broad-ass shoulders and, if he's ever tired or wants to be carried, can sometimes convince Laxus to piggyback him. It's fucking immature as hell but he likes it a lot.

Bickslow also loves to dance. This one, Laxus isn't so keen on, but he can learn a few step rhythms or waltz if his man really wants him to.

Laxus one day starts referring to the dolls Bickslow keeps around (Pappa, Pippi, Puppu, Peppe and Poppo) as "our kids". It's mostly to fuck with Bickslow, who loves to tease and prod Laxus every day but gets absolutely floored when Laxus says stuff like this in public.

Bickslow can be playfully possessive, but he does have his insecurities and does need occasional reassurances that Laxus won't leave him for someone more conventionally attractive. Laxus rises to the occasion every time.

NS/FW, because yeah. It's mostly about our weird guy Bix:

Look man, Bickslow's tongue is long and there is a lot of it. Kissing is a lot different with him than it is with other people, it pretty much overflows his mouth and you gotta get used to it, or learn to enjoy it.

Bickslow is h*rny, guys. Like, not so much it interferes with his daily life, but he is always dtf, and the prospect of sex with a guy like Laxus is intensely appealing to him, so he makes sure to pursue it often.

Bickslow is very, very flexible and this comes in handy.

Bickslow is a master at oral sex, not just because of his tongue, but because he can deep/throat. Easily. And big d/cks don't scare him, either. And while he's an absolute champ at blowjobs, where he really shines is r/mjobs. This man's tongue is so long, so wide, so flexible--the way it feels when he's eating the peach is maddeningly good.

Consequently, Bickslow can top pretty much any time he wants, so long as he prefaces the act with a good chow down on Laxus' rear first. Even the mighty Thunder God is not immune to good oral work, and Laxus when sufficiently spoiled with that tongue lets Bickslow have pretty much anything he wants. The only reason he still bottoms most of the time is because that's what he likes.

Bickslow loves how big Laxus' d/ck is, and unlike other potential lovers, is not the least bit intimidated by it. He's always ready to ride. Laxus being the service top he is, he's very pliable and wants Bickslow to feel good, so their sex life tends get very k/nky on occasion.

By far Bickslow's favorite position, however, is the suspended congress. He gets to climb his man--long limbs wrapped around Laxus' shoulders and waist, Laxus carrying him and bouncing him on that d/ck that's barreling in and out of him, and he gets to make out with his man inbetween moans and/or screams.

But if he was bad that day, Laxus might drag him somewhere and bend him over, give it to him rough. Bickslow loves it either way, but it does send the message to not push his boyfriend's patience.

and now for a special one:

Bickslow has dealt with the presence of his Figure Eyes and having to cover them ever since the Incident™️ that first caused them to manifest remarkably well, simply accepting it as a fact of his life. However, he does wish to be able to go maskless on occasion, and for him, the most pure sign of trust and intimacy is looking into his eyes. Laxus will occasionally remove the visor when they're in private and make eye contact, giving Bickslow power over him but trusting him not to misuse it.