#long story short a friend of mine said a school here was looking for an english teacher and she rec'd me

[malkinse]

i think i got rejected by a job i didn't even apply to

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve and Gareth as cousins warm up, part two! 

First part is HERE. 

Next part is HERE. 

Reminder: Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine.

Warnings: Steve and Robin Get (canon-S3) Drugged. 

"I'm just saying the other theater is cheaper." Eddie said around the straw jammed in his mouth. 

He carried the largest bucket of popcorn Starcourt’s movie theater offered, alongside the two boxes of candy he'd also demanded Gareth buy him. 

"Easier to sneak into, you mean." Gareth corrected, with his significantly smaller bag of popcorn. His, he planned to share with Jeff, Grant having snuck in his own food. 

Gareth himself would have snuck in the cheaper (and far larger) snacks, but Eddie had thrown a fit about going to the mall to see a new movie instead of Hawkin’s far older theater. 

Of course, the older theater also had several disadvantages, key of which was terrible seating, and so, Gareth had bribed him with whatever treats he wanted. 

His wallet took a hit but fuck it, at least they got to actually see the screen. 

Not that they even made it into the fucking theater, because someone chose that moment to crash into Eddie. 

Popcorn kernels and soda flew everywhere, with Eddie only avoiding it landing on him and Gareth both by years of dealing with this exact bullshit in school. Of course, the mall wasn’t school, and neither of them had their guard up. 

"What the hell man--" Eddie spat, immediately on the defense, as they both turned to see what jackass wanted to cause problems this time. 

Except Gareth had recognized the person who bumped him. 

"Steve?" Gareth asked, causing  his cousin to totter around and face him. He was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, which remained to be absolutely ridiculous, but that hadn't been what had drawn Gareth's attention. 

No, that would be the absolute wrecked face staring at him with a doped up grin. 

All thoughts of the movie immediately faded away. 

"What happened to your face!?" Gareth demanded, immediately stepping up into his cousin's space, eyes darting over the damage. 

Recent black eye, split lip, blood splatter all down one side of his neck, nevermind his clothes… 

"Robs!" Steve called over his shoulder instead of answering, body moving as if he was walking on a wildly rocking boat and not solid ground. "Come 'ere!" 

He beamed, which had the horrific effect of resplitting his lips. "Meet Gareth, my baby cousin!" 

"I am two years younger than you." Gareth argued on automatic. He didn’t look to see how Eddie took this little piece of info--he’d figure out what he’d say later, when Steve wasn’t covered in blood. 

It did not stop Robin from reaching out to pinch his cheeks. 

She too, Gareth realized, was clearly high on something, both of them giggling and weaving on their feet. 

At least Robin didn’t appear to be hurt--or at least, not hurt as badly as Steve. 

"What the hell did you two take?" Gareth demanded, looking between them as he quickly put his popcorn back off to the side. 

"We didn't take anything, dad." Steve said bossily, rolling his eyes. He spoke in a voice so unlike himself that Gareth knew his own face was doing something crazy. 

Not that he could stop it because what the hell. 

"What my patriotic friend here means is that we don't know." Robin added, smacking a hand onto Steve’s shoulder. 

(The entire sentence was slurred and sounded like she'd shoved candy in her mouth before she started talking.) 

"You don't know?!” Gareth asked, taking in the way Steve flinched when Robin touched him. Added a mental note to check his cousin's shoulder too. “How do you not know?" 

Gareth wasn't panicking, he wasn't, except he absolutely fucking was. Steve's dad was going to kill him, disown him, and throw the body out of his house--in that exact order. 

Gareth’s parents wouldn’t take him in, not unless his mom felt she could use it to one up her sister in some way which meant that Gareth was going to have to sneak Steve in and out of the house like he was some--some puppy Gareth was trying to keep and--

"Did someone give you two something?" Eddie asked, interrupting Gareth’s spiraling. 

"Give is a very strong word." Steve said with a snicker. 

Robin nodded so much she looked like a bobble head. She leaned in, nearly falling into Gareth in the process. “In fact it’s not the word I’d use at all! I’d use…” She trailed off, screwing her eyes up in thought. 

“Made us?” Steve suggested as Gareth finally gave in to his instincts and reached out to steady his cousin. “Forced us?” 

“Socked it to us!” Robin added with a weird amount of glee, and the two of them once again collapsed into giggles.

Literally, forcing Gareth to try and steady them both. 

Which meant Eddie was right--they’d been drugged. It made perfect sense-- Steve wasn’t the kind to experiment with drugs beyond weed. Had in fact, given a very long lecture about how he’d make Gareth go on runs with him if he ever found out Eddie had given him anything stronger than weed. 

There was no way he’d change now, and especially not around a jobsite. Particularly one as busy as the mall. 

"You can't tell anybody." Robin continued, eyes so wide they were more white than pupils. "But we got truth serumed!" 

As if that made any fucking sense. 

Gareth turned a half frantic, half disbelieving look to Eddie--whose own face scared him almost as badly as Steve's did. 

He was hiding it, and doing a good job of doing so, but Eddie was the one person Gareth knew better than Steve. 

Right now? Eddie Munson was furious. 

Not mad, or upset, or even as pissed as he had been the time Tommy Hagan had thrown his drug box in the river. 

He was enraged. 

"Hey." He said, and the only thing more shocking than realizing Eddie was this mad was hearing him talk in a calming, almost playful voice. "Sounds like you two sailors had a pretty rough time. Why don't we go to the bathroom and get you both cleaned up? I bet you'll feel a little better." 

It was clearly the right move, because both of them looked downright delighted. 

"He thinks we're sailors!" Steve said, cupping a hand around his mouth and leaning to talk in Robin’s ear as if he was whispering. (He wasn’t.) 

Robin’s grin grew impossibly wider, before Eddie stepped forward to help Gareth half guide half herd the two into the nearest bathroom. 

"I know you." Robin said, squinting dramatically as Eddie opened the door with his regular flair, bellowing for anyone in the place to get out. 

It was Steve's turn to nod enthusiastically. "That's Eddie, Robbie." He said.

"I'm honored King Steve knows such a humble peasant's name." Eddie bowed as Gareth finally got both Steve and Robin into the bathroom, trying to get them to sit on the floor before they fell on their asses. 

Which just made a hurt expression appear on Steve's face. "’Course I do. You have really pretty hair." 

It had the effect of making Eddie look like he’d been punched and Gareth had to quickly turn his bark of laughter into a cough. 

"I bet it's soft.” Steve continued, as he pressed his back against the tiled wall and slowly slid down to the floor. “Gare, is it soft?" 

"It's very soft." Gareth agreed, trying to wet a paper towel with shaking hands. Finally he gave up entirely, ripping the plaid sweater he had tied around his waist and shoving one of the sleeves into the sink. 

“Oh my god.” Robin said abruptly, sitting up from her own slouched spot on the floor as if she’d suddenly been stricken sober. “It’s him! He’s your type!” 

“What’s my type?” Steve turned to her, as Eddie leaned his back against the door to the bathroom, blocking anyone else from entering. 

“It’s like--like Nancy! But boy Nancy.” Robin seemed to think this made a ton of sense, and given Steve’s immediate groan maybe it did to him, but Gareth was too freaked out to even begin to process what the hell they were on about.

Probably nothing, given they’d been drugged. 

Eddie seemed to pick up on his general anxiety and poor attempts at shoving down his own freakout, because he gently called out Gareth’s name. 

“I think it’s wet enough.” He added with a raised eyebrow. His eyes drifted purposefully to the sink and with a curse, Gareth snapped shut the water off. 

His hands were still shaking. 

“Give it to me.” Eddie said gently, moving to take the shirt from Gareth’s hands. “Here, swap me Gare, and guard the door.” 

Gareth did, as Eddie knelt down to take Steve’s chin in one hand, and carefully began dapping his wounded face with the wet sleeve. 

“May I ask what battles you two sailors have been involved in?” He said, continuing to sound like playful, fun Eddie and not like he was about to murder half the town (which, Gareth could tell by body language alone, is what Eddie actually felt like) “Did you happen to catch a glimpse of the villains who did this?"

“Robin melted into Steve, rubbing her face in his shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe us.” 

Eddie smiled his most charming smile, a full blown rouge grin he played up as he continued to wipe and dab at Steve’s wounds. “You’d be surprised at what I believe in, my fair lady.” 

Steve tried to talk, but ended up hissing as he ran into Eddie’s fingers. 

“Russians.” He managed to get out, when Eddie quickly took the sleeve away so he could talk. “We got kidnapped by fucking Russians. Also we kinda saw some shit and they’re after us. Possibly you now if they saw you with us.” 

There was the briefest of pause as Steve and Robin stared at Eddie, as Eddie stared back. 

Then Steve and Robin as one started howling with laughter, so hard that Robin’s head ended up in Steve’s lap with Steve’s own head resting on hers. 

Eddie turned to give Gareth a pinched look. “Russians.” He said, still calm despite it all. “Right.” 

Which had to be the fucking drugs speaking. 

Gareth just took a deep breath as Eddie managed to gently prod Steve back into putting his chin in his hand, shaking his head ever so slightly. 

He didn’t know who he was going to actually have to murder, but at least Eddie looked to be on board with acting as his backup. 

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Warnings: None Prompt: It's all about planning. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 18: Friends will be friends

Somehow, the pranks you'd pulled with Remus had ended up all over the school, hidden by students in the most inconspicuous places so that distracted and unsuspecting kids would stumble upon them and get a good jumpscare. Steven SkeIIignton, as he’d gotten baptised by Marlene who’d gotten a hellscare later on the Halloween party, was still in the closet, and had already gotten at least 20 kids to jump out of their skin in the past week.. .

As a matter of fact, it was often the gophers who would nonchalantly ask their friends to retrieve an item from the wardrobe or hand them a sweater they claimed to have left inside, all in the hopes of giving them a good stratle. And the cycle would just repeat itself. At some point, people even started being wary when asked for small favours like that. It was hilarious. 

Meanwhile, James was determined on making his date with Lily absolutely perfect. He did not want to rush it, and so he had you, Sirius, Remus and Peter wake up even earlier so that you’d talk about possible plans. It must have been like 4:30 in the morning when you heard a knock on your door the first time. You hadn’t been sleeping well at all, so you rushed to see who the hell would be knocking on the door only to find James’ head poking out from the invisibility cloak.

“Hurry, you’ve gotta come with me,” he whispered. 

“I’m in pyjamas?” You argued, and you really had only a pair of shorts and a light shirt, your covers had a warming spell, so you didn’t need much warm clothes, even with how chill the November night had already gotten in Scotland. 

“Doesn't matter, I’ll tell Sirius to lend you something if you get too cold. Now come, it’s urgent!”

You rolled your eyes, picking your wand up and did what James asked since it sounded important. Once you stepped outside he quickly wrapped the cloak around the two of you, holding it carefully above your head, you were huddled beside him as he guided you up a couple of stairs. Since you were still a bit sleepy, you didn’t quite register he was taking you back to their room until you saw their door “James, an emergency?!? What happened?” you asked genuinely worried now. 

“I’ll tell you once we’re in the room, we don’t want anyone to see us,” he said as he opened the door and brought the two of you inside. He took off the cloak and you took a couple of steps from him, without James’ body heat irradiating onto you, the sudden drop in temperature made you wince. 

“Do you not have a heater in this room?” you complained. 

He just shrugged and then clapped his hands loudly “All right boys, wakey, wakey!” he shouted, before using his wand to turn on several lights around the room, you squinted as he did since your eyes were not used to so much brightness. 

Peter was the first one to startle awake, looking at you and James very confused, “(Y/N)?” 

“Get your own girlfriend and stop dreaming about mine Wormtail!” Sirius, who had the covers on top of his head to avoid the light, said irritated.

“I wasn’t-“ The boy started. 

“–She’s here,” Remus said, sitting up on his bed, and rubbing his eyes. He was wearing a soft brown plaid pyjama shirt, and didn’t have all his buttons done, he kinda looked like the softer version of his sexy pirate outfit from the party. But like, really soft and cuddly. 

“Who’s here?” He asked, finally kicking the covers off his head, and hollymotherofmerlin, that’s what he looks like just waking up? You wondered as you tried not to shamelessly stare at the way his hair was beautifully sprawled on the bed. “Stashine? What are you doing here?” 

You turned to James, “Yeah Prongs, what am I doing here?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest, mostly because of the cold. 

“I need your help.” 

“For what?” Asked Peter with a frown. You shot him an annoyed look. “Didn’t mean it like that…” he added. You were all too sleepy for decency. 

James went and sat on top of the rug in between the beds, and motioned for you to sit next to him. “Come on, I didn’t wake her for you to stay in bed all day, hurry up!” he urged the rest. Peter stood from his bed, he wore a long sleeve white tee and a pair of red plaid pants, and he sat right in front of the two of you. Remus stood up and sat next to James, almost across from you. He had matching pants and a pair of fuzzy socks on. Sirius unsurprisingly was the last one, he lazily brushed his hair with his fingers before he stood up, he had a black queen shirt and his pants had electric guitars stamped all over them. You wonder where he’d gotten those muggle clothes when James spoke again, “Ok kids, we need to plan this together.” 

“A prank?” Remus asked. 

“You’re bringing her in?” Asked a leery Peter.

“She’d be of great help actually,” chimed Remus, a little defensively. 

“She really would! Didn’t I tell you about the libra-“ he started. 

“-It’s not a prank you wankers!” James said, interrupting the little fight Sirius and Peter might just start “All though I do think you’d be useful in a prank,” he said turning to you and thinking of the Magical Theory project you’d been working on. 

“Jee, Thanks Prongs!” you responded, almost sarcastically, “but if it’s not a prank, then… What's the emergency?”

“There is no emergency, I said it was urgent.”

“James, mate, you either tell us what the hell is going on in your head or I’ll go back to bed,” Sirius threatened “It’s like 5 am.”

“4:30 actually,” you corrected him. 

“4:30!? PROOONGS!” Peter whined. 

“It’s about Lily!” 

“You brought me here for Lily?” You asked with a frown. 

“You woke us up because of your crush?!” Remus complained, he was about to snap at James and go back to his bed. As much as he loved his friend, he needed his sleep. He did not want to be snappy all day because of a lack of it. 

“It’ll be just a moment, then you can go back to sleep.”

“I thought you were flying today,” Remus said and turned to you, you had your arms wrapped around your legs, and you were rubbing them every now and then, “You cold luv?” He asked. You nodded.

“I meant you and Peter,” he responded “These two will come flying earlier today anyway, the game’s just around the corner, I have to make sure they’re in top shape.” 

Remus extended his hand and pulled a sweater from the chest at the end of his bed, before throwing it at you. “Thanks Rem,” you said, pulling the sweater over your head, it was so big you could even cover your legs with it, which you did. And fuck, she looks adorable, Remus thought before mentally slapping himself for it. 

Sirius then used his wand to levitate his cover above your head, letting it gently fall over your head, “It’s pretty cold in here, right Starshine?” he asked softly. Sirius could sometimes be so gentle it startled you, but you nodded, turning a little red as you wrapped yourself around the covers. Remus’ sweater wasn’t too warm, but it was soft, and it smelled like chocolate and old books, exactly like the boy, which you had always considered a very pleasant smell, nice, it’s nice, your mind whispered. Meanwhile, Sirius’ cover was still warm since it was the one he had been using earlier, it did not feel like it had any charms on it, which meant it was all just Sirius’ body heat, you wondered how nice it’d be to sleep beside him as you snuggled yourself deeper into the clothes they had borrowed you, relishing on the soft combination of scents. 

“Can we focus?” James pressed. 

“You haven’t told us why we’re here, James,” You reminded him. 

“It’s about the date,” you nodded, prompting him to continue, but it was a little hard to take you seriously wrapped in so many covers like that. “I want it to be the best date of her life.” 

“Take her to Hogsmeade,” Peter proposed. 

“Take her flying,” Sirius offered, “it always works with girls.” 

You threw him a surprised look “Does it?” 

“Worked with you, didn’t it?” He told you with the sweetest little face he could pull off. 

“You’re such an idiot,” you said as you went for a playful hit on his shoulder, but he stopped your hand and pulled it to his lips instead, kissing it softly.  

“Maybe, but you love me anyway,” he responded cockily, leaning his cheek on your hand. 

“How about a date in the Room of Requirements?” Remus said loudly, trying not to sound bitter as he interrupted the two of you. 

You were still staring into Sirius’s eyes when he spoke but turned to Remus when what he said piqued your interest “The what?” 

“The Room of Requirements. It’s this room that sometimes shows up, only when you really need it, and it basically becomes whatever you need it to be. I stumbled into it when I was looking for my homework once, and it was this massive lost objects storage room,” he explained.

“But then he went with me and it turned into a room with a huge cauldron on the inside, basically enough space for us to brew the potion we wanted to brew for a prank. That’s how we discovered it was magical,” James explained.

“That sounds incredible! But… What if it turns into something that scares Lily away?” 

“Like what?” James asked, confused. 

“Well… I don’t know what you require Prongs, but if by bad luck you think the wrong thing and a freaking bedroom shows up, Lily will probably never talk to you again.” 

All the boys laughed at that, even Peter, who seemed to be a lot more at ease now “She just called you horny mate,” he told him in between chuckles. 

James had just gone red, which caused everyone to laugh even more “That rules out the Room of Requirements,” Remus said with a playful smile. 

“But we should go, tho, seems like a cool place.” 

“Not scared of what may show up, Starshine?” Sirius teased, leaning onto you.  

“Why? Are you?” you teased back. 

James cleared his throat, “Any other ideas?” he asked, looking straight at you “Where would you take Lily on a date?” 

You thought about it for a second, “To a picnic by the lake,” you said simply “I’ve seen Lily sketch a few things on a little notebook that she carries around with her all the time.” 

“It’s her journal,” James clarified. 

“How do you…?” 

“He tried to steal it once,” Remus said casually. 

“Dude, that’s awful.” 

“I was 13! I genuinely thought it’d be a great idea,” he clarified “Besides it was Sirius’ idea.” 

“I said it as a JOKE!” The other said, it seemed like a small little quarrel was about to start regarding that particular incident, which just made you look at the two of them, diverted. 

“The journal…” Remus said to you, asking you to finish your earlier thought. 

“Right, so, she likes drawing,” James stopped staring at Sirius and turned his attention back at you “I’d get some art supplies or something, and take her to a nice place by the lake so we could draw something together, take some of her favourite treats from the kitchens, and maybe some soft music too, she likes ABBA a lot. Then I’d go for a walk with her, while our paintings dry, and just be super nice and listen to her talk. She knows so much, it’s always fun to hear whatever she has to say, so it’d be fun for the two of us.” 

“You’re lucky she’s not your love rival Prongs, she’d definitely sway me with a date like that,” Remus teased, as if you needed to take him on a date to sway him. 

“You draw?” you asked him, he shook his head “Sirius does tho.” 

You turned to your boyfriend, amazed “I’ve never seen you draw.” 

“He only draws when he’s alone, I discovered by accident,” Remus answered instead.

“You should show me one day,” you told Sirius with a soft smile.

“Good luck with that,” Remus responded, “he almost beat me once for taking his sketchbook from his hands.” 

“Wait, really?” You asked the taller boy.

“If we’re done with date planning, can I go back to bed?” Peter asked. 

James took a look at his watch, and nodded “Sure, we’ll meet tomorrow at the same time for the details,” he said. 

“Prongs, 4:30? Two days in a row? for real?!” Remus asked, a little annoyed. 

“Yeah, we could just do it after classes or something.” You offered. 

“Yeah, as if sneaking you into our room in the middle of the night wasn’t hard enough,” James answered.

“I could just… walk in?” you said with a little frown.

“Nope, too suspicious, Lily will notice, she’s clever like that.” 

“I could just tell her you’re helping me get some quality time with my boyfriend.” You said, pointing at Sirius “You literally sleep in the same room, no one will think anything of it.” 

“Except that you’re shagging Sirius,” Peter said casually. 

“It’s her boyfriend though, and they won’t shag with the rest of us here,” Remus said logically.

“Who knows?” Peter said with a shrug “Maybe they’re into that kind of stuff, wouldn’t be the first poly wizards in the history of the world.”

“Poly what-?!” You asked confused.  

“-Shut up guys! That’s… It’s not entirely a bad idea…” 

“Poly isn’t a bad idea?” Peter asked, just to fuck with James.

“What? No, not that Wormtail, shut up! The other thing…” He turned to you, “We bring you here with the excuse that you’re gonna see Sirius, and then we plan the date,” James said. 

“You don’t mind that luv?” Remus asked with a little frown, always so considerate. 

“‘Course she doesn’t, we’re dating,” Sirius said matter-of-factly as he placed his arm over your shoulders and brought you closer to him.

“Sirius.” Remus said sternly “She’s a girl, it’s not the same for them, there’s double standards.” 

“Why don’t we meet in the Room of Requirements instead?” you suggested, “No one finds out, no one thinks we’re shagging or whatever, and no one suspects we’re planning James’ date either?”

“Gosh, you’re so clever, aren’t you Starshine?” Sirius said as he brought you closer and placed a kiss on your head, or at least over the covers you had around it. 

“Sounds good enough for me,” James said with a smile. 

“Fantastic, I’m going back to bed,” Remus said as he stood up and walked straight into his bed, gently laying down and covering his face with a pillow. Peter followed suit, although he just threw himself on the bed head down. Sirius only laid his head on top of yours, since you had yours on his shoulder already. 

“We’re going flying now, aren’t we?” He asked with a sigh. 

“We are indeed,” James said animatedly, a smile playing on his face, he was the biggest morning person you’d ever met, you definitely couldn’t relate, even if you loved flying as much as he did, mornings were just tough on you. From what you were looking at, Sirius was the same, in fact, James was the odd one out of the entire room. 

“I should go change,” You said, as you motioned to get up. 

“You can’t!” James said, moving his hands in the air, panicked, “Lily will ask why you weren’t in the room, she might be awake by now.” 

He wasn’t wrong, Lily might be awake by now, she sometimes woke up earlier to add final touches to her homework or do some of the readings you were left by teachers “But I can’t go flying with shorts and a shirt, I’ll freeze!” 

“Keep my sweater,” Remus mumbled, still from under his pillow. 

“Problem solved,” James said with a smile. 

“The shorts, James.” 

“You could just stay and cuddle with me,” Sirius offered with a shrug “James can go flying by himself. Promise my bed is warm and we could–” 

“–No way! Quidditch match is in a week, you can’t skip flying now!” 

Sirius took a deep breath and groaned, patting you lightly on the back so you’d stop leaning on him as he moved to his own chest, rummaging through it and picking up a pair of pants that didn’t fit anymore “You think this would fit?” he asked. 

You raised your eyebrows, and then tilt your head lightly, analysing the situation “It just might,” You said taking it from his hands and putting it against your body. 

“Sweet, go change then,” James said as he pretty much pushed you into the bathroom, he was damn lucky you’d put on a pair of trainers when he asked you to come without a warning of his plan. 

You sighed once you were inside their bathroom. You couldn’t help but look around a little as you put on Sirius’ pants. Their bathroom was almost a mirror to yours, it had a small cupboard next to the sink with a lot of potions, aftershave and even some Sleekeasy’s, you wondered who was the one that used it, since clearly, it wasn’t Potter, even if his dad had invented it. Probably Peter, you thought, he always has a rather put-together look going on.  When you were done you realised the pants fit well enough, all thought they were a little loose on the waist. You put your trainers back on and threw some water at your face and hair, to get it to somehow look decent, it’d gotten even messier since you’d placed Sirius soft covers over it. 

When you walked out of the Bathroom James was sitting on his bed while putting on a pair of shoes while Sirius was putting on his thick quidditch sweater. “Got a hair tie?” You asked him. 

He turned to you and nodded “Come,” he said softly as he patted his bed. You did as he rummaged through his side table “Want me to tie it for you?” 

You almost gave him a questioning look but shrugged in the end, turning around so he could do his thing. He was soft, a lot softer than you remember him being in the Great Hall a couple of months back, but you weren’t moving as much this time either. And he also had a brush this time, he gently brushed your strands a couple of times before he started to softly pull your hair back. You visibly relaxed as he was running his fingers through your scalp, allowing him to make your ponytail however he wanted. When he was done he leaned closer and pressed a cheeky kiss on your neck. 

“Done luv,” he said as he buried his head deeper into your neck, enjoying the way you smelled today. 

“Great, let’s go!” James said, completely oblivious to how much Sirius was enjoying himself. The boy gave him an annoyed look as he separated from your neck, but James wasn’t even phased. He was used to Sirius’ temperament, and he also knew he loved flying with you in the mornings. 

The three of you walked down to the courtyard and James started giving you exercises to warm up. After that, he gave you a couple of instructions and had you speed back and forth from tower to tower. He was flying beside you as you sped through the buildings and avoided the obstacles that came on the way. 

He also had you practise resistance, “The match might be long, we need you to pay attention to everything that’s going on and not to lose concentration because of tiredness.” he told you, he had you hold yourself in the air by grabbing onto the broom with your hands and also practise the same trick you’d done on the trials, over and over again, until your arms were trembling. All the while he had Sirius beat the quaffle back and forth, with the help of a spell that had it bounce back at his face every time he shot it away. 

“Prooongs, I’m tired,” He complained, as he flew to the side so the quaffle wouldn’t hit his face “Aren’t you Starshine?” 

“Yeah,” you sighed as you let yourself fall on your broom, allowing your head to rest on the handle as you laid flat on it “And we should probably,” you yawned “start going back, we have class in 30 minutes, I still have to put my uniform on.” 

“Watch out!” You heard James scream as Sirius’ bludger rapidly sped towards you, you raised back into a sitting position and flew downwards as you grabbed onto the ball with both hands, trying to slowly reduce its speed. 

“The chest.” You struggled to say as the quaffle fought its way out of your grasp, Sirius flew straight down and opened the place where you kept all of the quidditch stuff, you flew right after him and forced the bludger into its spot while the grey-eyed boy wrapped the protection chains over it. Once the bludger was secure, you let yourself fall on the ground, exhausted. 

James rushed down when he realised the commotion his little practice had caused, it was far away from the worst thing that had happened on morning flights, especially since you had joined them; you and Sirius would constantly do stupid shit that could get you three kiIled, especially because James had somewhat of a lack of self-control, and all that Gryffindor bravado mixed with the endorphins of flying, almost always had him joining your little shenanigans “You ok?” he asked “please tell me you’re not hurt anywhere,” he said as he reached closer to you and started inspecting your hands “we can’t have out star keeper injured just before the ga–“

“–James!” you reprimanded. “Quidditch?! Really?” 

“You know I didn’t mean it like that!” he told you, a small regretful frown on his face. 

You scoffed playfully, “I sometimes forget James’ priorities consist of Lily Evans and Quidditch, exclusively,” you joked, though you knew it was a lie, technically James’ priorities consisted of: his friends, getting Lily Evans to like him back and Quidditch, in that order. Unless a quidditch game was around the corner in which case, number three became priority #1. 

“‘M sorry luv. Are you ok? Not because of quidditch this time.” 

You laughed but nodded “Yeah, ‘m good. I just… want to lay here for a bit.”  

Sirius threw himself next to you, “We’ve got class.” 

“I know,” you answered, “I’m just… really freaking tired today, didn’t sleep well either.” 

“‘Cause of Prongs?” he asked, and you felt him reach for your hand, tracing small patterns with his finger over your palm.

You shook your head,  “Not that… I’ve got those nightmares again.” 

He turned to you, a sympathetic look on his face “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, you know that, right?” You nodded, not sure how much Sirius would be able to do against your nightmare. But leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, but he was faster, and he moved to give you a kiss on the lips “Been wanting to do that since I saw you standing in my room,” he said “That and other things.” 

“Ugh, get a room! I swear, We were better off before you two started dating,” James complained as he started gathering up his things. 

“Shut it Prongs, you’re just jealous,” Sirius said before giving you another kiss. 

“20 minutes to get to class.” James reminded you then. Sirius groaned, but finally stood up, extending a hand to pull you as well. You took it gladly and stood next to them, as you levitated the chest towards the storage room under the bleachers. 

“How about I go change and bring your cloaks while you gather some food for me? We can meet just outside the great hall?” 

“That’s a brilliant idea!” James told you as he pulled a pair of keys outside of his pocket, and threw them at you, you caught them with ease “Mine is hanged next to my bed.” 

“Mine’s on my dresser,” Sirius added. 

“Sweet, I’ll hurry up and meet you in a bit, deal?” You said, before taking off. 

“What about my goodbye kiss, Starshine?” Sirius shouted. 

“I’ll give you a hello kiss when we see each other again instead Puppy,” you said casually, throwing a wink his way. 

Once you arrived at your bedroom, you realised everyone was gone. Which made sense, the girls should have gone down for breakfast several minutes ago, it was you who was lagging behind. You quickly took off the clothes the boys had given you and put your uniform on, taking Remus’ sweater along with you when you walked towards the boys’ room. You used James’ key to open the door and went straight to James’ bed, taking his cloak in a swift motion before realising Remus was still in his bed. 

He was soundly asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, looking ever so peaceful. You stared at him for a minute, not realising you were staring until he frowned and moved a little in his sleep. Peter had clearly left a while ago, his bed a total mess, since he had rushed down to get a good fill of breakfast. You approached the boy “Hey Rem!” you whispered, as not to startle him, but he didn’t budge, which prompted you to move closer to him and gently place your hand over his shoulder, shaking it just slightly “Remus, class is about to start.” 

Remus, still half asleep, and thinking you were Sirius, grabbed your arm and threw you onto the bed next to him, placing his forearm over your chest to hold you down in a move that you could only describe as a martial arts movement you’d seen in comics at some point.

You gasped, it all happened too fast “Ooofff... if you didn’t want to wake up, you could’ve just told me…” you joked as you stared right into his eyes, he was hovering over you, pressing you into the bed a little harder than what would be comfortable. 

“Dollface?” He asked confused, quickly getting off you “I’m sorry, I thought you were Sirius.”

Dollface? That’s a new nickname, you thought. “Do you normally push Sirius onto your bed like that?” you asked with eyebrows raised as you sat back on the bed to look at him better. 

“It’s an inside joke,” Remus explained “Sirius did it to me once when I tried to wake him up.” He yawned, “Why are you here again?” He asked, a little confused. 

“Came to get the boys’ robes,” You said, lifting yourself over him, who was sitting on the other side, to try and find James’ uniform that you’d grabbed previously. Remus held his breath as your hand crossed over his lap casually. Can she hear my heart racing? he wondered. The robe was now pooling on the floor, no longer neatly ironed as it had been, you winced when you noticed the state it was on, and let yourself fall back on Remus’ bed as if it were your own with a sigh “James went a little savage with training today,” you complained “I feel like my arms will fall off.” 

Were you being a little dramatic? Probably, still, Remus felt like the only person you could complain to, you didn’t want to appear weak to anybody, let alone James who was way too preoccupied with the game, but with Remus it was different, you genuinely felt like he wouldn’t judge you for being tired, or for not managing to quite keep up with the other boys’ stamina. 

“I might have something that could help,” He told you looking through his drawers. 

You shook your head quickly, “Nu-uh, last time I took some of your medicine Remus, I ended up so freaking high I kept blabbering about how pretty Lily’s hair was, how nice your hands are, and how thirsty I was for Sirius.” 

“You… like my hands?” He asked with a frown, taking a look at them, especially at the scars on them.  

“And that wasn’t the only thing I said either,” you responded with a sigh, finally standing up, “We should probably go,” You told him, as you grabbed his sweater from the spot you’d left it next to your bag “Where do you put your dirty clothes?”

“What for?” He asked, turning around “Oh, that?” He approached you and took it in his hands before giving it a whiff “It’s not dirty,” he said before plopping it over his head. 

“Didn’t I sweat it?” You asked with a little frown.

“Nah, it smells fine,” he said casually as he walked over to the bathroom, that was a lie, it didn’t just smell fine, it smelled bIoody delightful. He gave it another whiff as he sat on the edge of the tub and then quickly remembered what he was doing. Cursing himself for it and banging the wall, causing a potion bottle to fall on the ground and break into hundreds of tiny little pieces. 

“You all right?” he heard you asking from the other side of the door. 

“Yeah, fine, fine.” He said as he pulled his wand out and whispered “reparo.” 

When he was out of the bathroom, Remus already had his school pants on, he didn’t bother to change his pyjamas nor his sweater before he plopped his robe on top. 

“You found Sirius’ robes?” he asked as he approached you, you were rummaging through some of the drawers next to Sirius’ bed. 

“He said on the dresser, but he didn’t say where on the dresser,” you complained. 

“Bottom left drawer,” Remus replied simply, he was over at his desk, gathering some books and placing them on his bag.

You leaned down to get it and finally found the robe, pulling it out just to have a small sketchbook drop from it. You opened your eyes wide as you picked it up, looking back at Remus “Is this the–“ 

“–Yeah,” he said. 

“You never got to see it, did you?” He shook his head in response. You looked at the small notebook, so tempting. Not only for you, in fact, it was just as tempting for the two. “Imma… Imma put it back…” 

“Yeah, great idea,” he said and helped you close the drawer after you put the notebook back in the dresser. 

“We’re super late.” He told you. 

“Let’s run!” You said with a smile as you approached the door. 

“Weren’t you knackered?” 

You shrugged “We need to get to class anyway,” you said, nodding your head with a smile, Remus thought it was the most tempting smile he’d ever seen in his life. 

“Fine then, let’s run.” 

The two of you started running right after, down the stairs, through the common room, out of the portrait and towards the other set of stairs. You slid down some of the stairs’ handles and then continued running. Remus was keeping up with you easily, and he was having lots of fun. He was actually admiring the way your hair flowed behind you when you turned to him “Come on, we gotta hurry!” you said with another one of those diverted smiles that made him want to kiIl himself for liking you so much. When the two of you finally arrived outside of the great hall, Sirius, James and Peter were already there. 

“Told you they’d come together,” Peter told Sirius “You woke Moony up, didn’t you?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said, leaning down and using your own knees for support as you regained your breath “he sleeps like a log,” you added. 

“I wouldn’t say that…” Remus said, also panting a little. 

“You ran all the way here?” James asked. You only nodded. “That’s great for strengthening your legs,” he said with a small approving nod. You threw his robe at him “Oi! Careful luv.” 

“Stop pestering her about quidditch you plonker,” Remus said, finally standing straight, and handing Sirius his robe, their fingers brushed lightly as he did and he almost flushed. Fucking hell, this needs to stop. He made a mental note to call Alice later, she was really good at helping him forget, or at least distract enough to calm the urges down a little.

“Well then, let’s get going,” Sirius said as he handed you a sandwich wrapped in a napkin. 

“You didn’t get anything for Rem?” you asked as you walked alongside them toward the classroom. 

“Wormy didn’t tell us you hadn’t eaten until we were outside,” James said apologetically. 

“No problem, we can share,” you said, giving it a bite and handing it over to the boy so he could do the same, he seemed rather hesitant “Unless you think sharing food is gross… We could cut it or–“ 

“No, it’s fine.” He said as he took the sandwich from your hands. 

“It’s not like you’ve never exchanged saliva anyway,” Peter shrugged casually. 

That had Remus choking on his bite and coughing a couple of times, you took an empty water bottle from your bag and whispered “aguamenti,” before handing it over to him. You then placed your hand over his to drag it closer to your mouth and give the sandwich another bite. Remus had gotten so red at that point you started to worry, maybe he was actually choking on something, he wasn’t. “Remus are you–“ 

“I’m fine, just, I choked for a second,” he lied. In truth, he’d actually gotten flashbacks to the time you’d both kissed when you randomly grabbed onto his hand and thank Merlin it seemed like he was choking because if he hadn’t he was sure Sirius would punch him in the face for it, and maybe he actually deserved it. 

You all got to class a little late that day, Professor Bins had you practise a couple of cleaning spells as a punishment. But the five of you executed them so impeccably, that he ended up giving you house points for it. 

Later on that day, you were sitting alongside the girls in the Great Hall during lunch when you heard the owls started to arrive. A few minutes later, a package wrapped in brown kraft paper dropped down right in front of you.

“Is it? it?” Marlene asked.  

“I think so,” you nodded, ripping the paper open, only to find your quidditch sweater, along with the rest of the uniforms, you smiled widely when you saw it proudly put it on “It’s stunning.” 

Marlene nodded in agreement, she still remembered the day she got her first Quidditch uniform delivered. Sirius was walking towards the table and as you were adjusting the sweater and whistled. You dеadpanned at him as he approached you with a cheeky grin, biting his own lip to avoid making it bigger “It suits you.” 

“Thanks Puppy!” you replied, smiling as well. He sat beside you, unnecessarily close, not that either of you minded.

“All of your gear is here?” He asked as he looked through the rest of the items in the bag. 

“All the new stuff at least,” you responded. The rest is already in my room, especially the protective stuff; James gave me some from when he was smaller, they’re still in great condition.

“Oh, you’ll take my goggles then.”

“I’ve got some of my own.” 

“I’m aware,” he said. “But if you’re wearing James’ clothes, then you should also wear something of mine.” 

“Why?” 

“Because.” You frowned at his answer. 

“For luck,” Peter intervened. “You know what they say, something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.” 

“You can’t wear something blue on a match against Ravenclaw,” Tom intervened, even if he wasn’t a player, he was very passionate about Quidditch, mostly because he was friends with a bunch of players. 

“Isn’t that for weddings?” Beth intervened as she placed a piece of bread in her mouth. 

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s for luck,” Peter repeated. 

“It is for weddings,” Lily said then, “It’s a muggle thing. Besides, if she’s wearing some of the old stuff from James, she wouldn’t need anything else. That would be enough for the borrowed thing.” 

“Oh, I know! You could wear blue undies!” Tom said suddenly, you threw him a warning look “What?” he said, “Ye lads ’re looking for problems, I’m getting solutions.” 

“I’ve got this really old hair broach you could wear.” Beth offered. 

“So that’s… Something old from Beth, something borrowed from James, something blue: Tom’s idea for the underwear, and something new,” Marlene said, pointing at the bag filled with new equipment as she said the last bit. 

“Brilliant, now she can get married,” said Mary ironically, “Will you really do such a ridiculous thing for luck?” She said, turning to you.

“I, for once, think she’ll look great in blue undies,” said Tom with a shrug. That earned him a kick on the shin from Sirius, “Auch!” he complained “I was just saying.” 

“You’ll still wear my goggles right?” He asked, throwing you his puppy eye look.

You sighed but nodded “Sure thing Puppy, I’ll wear your goggles.”

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Yandere Therapist x Reader

Warning: obsession, yandere tendencies, broken reader , depression, mentions of suicide, naive darling, mind control, mentions of shot, drugged, mentions of hypnosis.

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You were walking down the street looking around other people, everyone seemed happy, everyone seemed joyful expect you...

You were from poor family and started working in part time jobs at very young age. Everyone in the school bullied you, your parents didn't cared about you, relatives and friends were fake and hated you, long story short you had no one beside you...Here you are sad and depressed, with no one and no where to go. You wanted to give up already...

And that's why you're here, in the tallest bridge which located near the river, the place which everyone loves and takes photo of it. Even bridge is loved... It's ok, one jump and it's all over...

You closed your eyes and moved forward but something under your foot made noise... you opened your eyes and looked down. It was a paper... not ordinary paper...You reached your hand and took paper from ground. It was an offer note... An offer to therapist.

You carefully read what was written inside. There was written that if their first therapy is free and if in their second therapy the results not showing even slightly they'll give you money...

You wanted to throw it away but somewhere in your mind you wanted to try it, besides you had nothing to lose... Besides if it doesn't work you can give money to your debt of the rent to your renter.... Only two days and it's over....

Here you are... Sitting in the therapist room, looking at therapist speechless... How the hell he knew all your problems and that you had depression just from your look?.. Is it that obvious?... Well you think you can trust him with his therapies... for now...

He wanted to do hypnosis to you, he told you that he did that to all his patients and it'll work all the time.. You trust him because he knows all things about you... But oh how you were wrong...

Well you were really dumb for believing him... And the paper you found was expired like his license... You were like an innocent bunny that came straight to the wolf's den... Well don't worry though you'll never be alone or unloved with him... Never when you're with him...

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You don't know what's happening to you... You were in your therapist's lap and you were enjoying it... You were like attached to him and looking at him like a puppy... Like a lovesick puppy who seeked attention...

He looked down at you and smiled gently... He bring a hand to your head and started gently caressing it and playing with your hair... He kissed your forehead, cheek and crown and mumbled more like to himself..."It worked"...

"Hmm?"

"Nothing my darling, just know that you are mine and you're never going to be alone, because your always gonna be with me for forever and nothing gonna be able to separate us... For now rest well my princess..." he said while he get a syringe from his pocket...

"W-what y-yo..." he give a shot from your arm and you started falling asleep but you were fighting with all your might to not to...

"My princessa, give in to it, I promise when you wake up you'll love me that much that you even don't think of me letting you go... Because it's a love potion and after you'll wake up you'll feel so good. So now be a good girl and give in...''

You slowly but surely closed your eyes and your body went limp in his arms. He's one hand was still rubbing your back and other was playing with your hair when you fell into deep sleep... He kissed your forehead gently again and leaned down and whispered to your ear...

"Sleep well MY PRINCESS"

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Press Tour- Sebastian Stan

A/N: this is a rewrite of a fic from like 5 years ago, if you want to check out the original here to see how much has changed. Feel free to leave requests! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS OR ASKS PLS i need to know if i’m still writing like i’m 14 😭

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Bang Bang Bang 

Your eyes shot open as the incessant knocking reverberated the walls of your small apartment. You looked across the dimly lit room and threw a glance at your alarm clock. 3AM? Who is knocking on your door at 3AM? Whoever it is better be dying, or they will wish they were in a minute.  You slipped on your night gown, and slipped your socks on, the cold floor shocking your system for a second.  You threw open the door to your bedroom and trudged to your door, still reeling from your rude early morning awakening. You opened the door, not expecting a drenched Sebastian Stan at your door, surrounded by a few bags of things, equally soaked from the rain that was currently hammering against your windows.  

“God Seb its 3AM, get in here.” You rushed him inside, taking note of his shivering. you had met Seb 6 months ago. You had been cast in the same movie, with you sporting a slightly smaller role than him. It was one of your first in Hollywood, being a fresh 20 something coming onto the scene, so you sought out Sebastian for advice. Since then, most days on set were spent together, running lines, or sneaking food from the buffet into your trailers for little dinners together when you got the chance. He has taken to you so well, and you would say you were closer to him than anyone you had met in the film industry so far. Your friends would claim you had a little crush on him, but some things are better left unaddressed.   

“What are you doing at my door at 3AM?” You let out a slight chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, whilst collecting some of the bags that sat at your doorway. You had secretly hoped for some sappy love declaration in the rain like you'd seen in the movies, but judging by the look on his face, and the bags that lingered outside the door, you figured that would be a bit of a stretch.  

“Funny story actually” He let out an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “My neighbour, he, did something, I'm not too sure what, but the whole floor of apartments is flooded, including mine.” He looked around sheepishly and took in your apartment. It was cute and dainty, much like yourself. He took note of some of the things hanging across the walls. Posters of a few movies you’d been in, certificates from high school, pictures of you and your friends. He saw a picture that he had taken of you two on the set front and centre, smiling at the memory.  

“So you came here?” You stared at him as you grabbed a towel and some blankets from the cupboard. He stared back with a smile.  

“Where else?” He spoke, making a smile break out on your face, and tiny butterflies float in your stomach. You knew Sebastian had never thought of you the way you thought of him. He was a lot older, and likely viewed you as a little sister more than anything. But it's not wrong for a beautiful man to give you butterflies, right?  

You moved back to the couch to hand him the towels and blankets. “Well stay here as long as you like.” Offering him a warm smile. “Let me get changed and we can sort everything out.” With that you rushed back into your room and threw on some shorts and a vest top. You popped back out of your room and started to make some hot chocolate, Seb's favourite. “So, when do they think they will have everything fixed?” 

“They said it'll be about a week, so I should be out of your hair soon.” He let out a small laugh, still watching you.  

“Not too soon I hope, you know I love best friend time.” You let out a small smile, still focused on heating up the milk. If you hadn't been so preoccupied, you would've seen the look he was giving you, and you would've known it wasn't a look that best friends give each other. 

That day, however, was 3 weeks ago now. Now, you two were dressed up to the nines, and about to leave for your first press conference.  

“Seba! Come on!” You shouted through the door of your apartment. Turns out it wasn't a week to fix his apartment, it wasn't even a month. There had been no news on his apartment for the last 3 weeks, so he had been staying on your couch indefinitely. You didn't mind, you revelled in everyday spent with him, like a dream come true.  

He stepped out of the room, and you couldn't help but stare, he cleans up very well. In a way that makes you sweat just a little more and your mouth run dry. You offered him a smile, trying to distract from the blush creeping up your neck.  

“Do I look okay?” You asked quietly, noticing the way his eyes racked up and down your figure. You wore a fitting dress, something recommended by your stylist, it had to be special for your first press conference. 

“You look...” He didn't finish, as he drunk in your appearance, just the sight of you intoxicated him. Safe to say his feelings had grown over the shared time in your apartment, but that was something he could never admit to you. He was supposed to be a mentor, not fall in love with you for Christ's sake. During your time spent together, he felt as though he got to know you on a deeper level, days filled with midnight talks and cooking together, I mean it's hard not to fall for someone like you.  

“Seb?” You questioned, waving your hand in his face after a minute of silence and an unfinished sentence.  

“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He pulled himself out of his thoughts, as a smile spread across his face as he stared down at you. The car beep outside took both of your attention, as he snaked a hand around your waist. “Our carriage awaits, my dear.” You both laughed as you headed to the door, nervous as ever.  

You slipped through the double doors of the hall, Sebastian protectively behind you. You glanced back at him with a nervous smile, your head feeling fuzzy before you had even entered. He instinctively squeezed your hand and whispered calming notions in your ear. You walked into the centre of the hall with Sebastian in tow. As soon as you stepped up, a chorus of ‘look over here’, ‘Sebastian’, ‘Y/N’ rang out, and blinding flashes of pictures being taken. It all felt like too much. You glance up at Sebastian, and e gave you a warm smile, and snaked his hand around your waist, something that instantly calmed you. You felt ready to take it all on. 

After hours of interviews, intricate questions and plenty of pictures, you and Sebastian barged through the door of your apartment and threw yourselves on the couch. Sebastian loosened his tie and undid his top button, whilst you took your hair out and jewellery of before falling back into his arm that was threw across the couch.  

“Why didn't you tell me press conferences were SO exhausting?” You sighed, loving the feeling of the soft couch treating your back. 

“I couldve told you that, lovely.” He laughed a little, settling into the couch. And thats how you drifted off, for the next 12 hours. Shoes strewn across the floor and bits of your outfits across the coffee table. 

The repeptitive sound of your phone buzzing woke you up. As you moved to reach for it, Sebastian stirred and woke up, glancing up at you through his lashes. “What time is it?” His groggy voice came. 

“Oh sorry i didnt mean to wake you, its 10Am, and my phone is going crazy” The phone screen lit up your face as you looked at the countless notifications on your phone. Your eye was caught by a text from your friend that read ‘YOU AND SEBASTIAN STAN ARE TOGETHER ARE YOU SERIOUS?’. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you continuted to scroll and finally opened twitter. Sebastian moved closer to you to see what had caused your silence. Your screen lit up with photos of you from the press conference, with the hashtag #AVImovie. 

“Guess the press tour photos havfe been released.” He chuckled, thinking over last night. 

“i guess so, i dont know why my friends are blowing me up though.’ You clicked on the screen and saw a collage of misleading hashtags. #sebsgf. #couple. #AVImovie. What is going on? You clicked on a hashtag and scrolled. Hundreds of the same photo. You and sebastian centred, his arm around your waist, and staring into eachothers eyes. They had all kinds of captions. ‘i want someone to look at me the way she looks at him.’ Oh god, if he didnt know you liked him before, he might be getting the picture. Another headline, ‘Sebastian Stan smitten on the carpet with co-star Y/N’. You turned to look at Sebastian, who had the most horrified expression on his face. Gut Punch. Fucking Twitter. You coughed awkwardly, hoping to draw the attention away from the never ending stream of notifications.  

“Okay, you dont have to look at me like the mere thought of being with me would end the world” You got up from the ciuch and cleared your throat.  

He just stared at you, day old makeup, with a bedhead. He stared like you were the last thing on earth. He realised they were absolutely right. He was completely smitten by you. He rushed to follow you. “Wait thats not whats happening.” He gripped your arm lightly and turned you to face him. You looked up at him through your lashes expectantly. “Theyre right.” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Whos right?” You looked to him confused. 

“The people, the people on the phone, i am completely smitten with you” He chcukled lightly, throwing a glance toward your phone. 

Ypur breateh hitched in your throat. “I thought you only thought of me like a sister, Seb you literally said that to me not 6 months ago.” 

He ran a hand through his hair. “I know, but that was before i started staying here,  and i saw you in a whole different light” He cupped your face with his hand and stared at you hopefully. But you didnt have to say anything. You just leaned in and brused his lips against yours. 

“i think theyre right about me too.” You whispered before closing the gap between you too. So much emotion got poured into the kiss, months of waiting, watching, hoping, all being taken out in your living room at 10AM. It was everything you had both imagined it to be. Soft. Passionate. Felt like a dream come true. You both pulled away breathlessly, staying close. 

“You know,” He whsipered softly, “My apartment was fixed last week.” A sneaky smile grew across his face as you pulled away, slack jawed, an incredulous look on your face. 

“You bastard!” You shouted playfully, giggling as you threw a pillow at him. He caught it swiftly, and picked you up as you let out a loud laugh. 

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The Jockification of Jeremy, Part 5: The Conclusion

This is the fifth and final part of the story of Jeremy's jockification. For parts 1-4 and the earlier stories on which this was based, see the earlier posts.

I stopped outside Coach Sanders’s office. The door was closed, and I knocked. I heard the coach’s voice telling me to come in, so I opened the door. Coach Sanders was sitting behind his desk, and Coach Halvorson, the wrestling coach, was standing next to it. A young dude I’d never seen before, kind of small but with a wiry build, sat in the chair across from the desk. He was wearing a wrestling singlet. I said, “Sorry, Coach, I didn’t know you were busy. I can come back.”

“No, Jeremy, come in, come in! I was just telling Chase here that you could take him to wrestling practice with you. Coach Halvorson is happy to have him join the team.” The young dude I’d never seen before stood up and faced me with a slow grin. It was Chase, but I honestly didn’t recognize him at first. His thick red hair was styled into some kind of flattop, maybe an inch long and spiky on top, with the back and sides fading to stubble. It looked cool on him, but I’d never noticed before how prominent his ears were. That’s probably why he’d always kept his hair long before. That infectious smile and his big ears gave him a charming, slightly goofy look, not at all intimidating. Where someone like James or Derek had a face that said, “You don’t want to mess with me,” Chase’s face was saying, “Hey, bro, I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine.” His big, wide open, blue eyes smiled at me under heavy eyebrows, and red stubble spread across his cheeks, chin, and upper lip. With his sharper features, he looked older: definitely a young man despite his small stature. He did seem slightly taller, and while his muscles were still not very developed – for now – he was noticeably toned. The singlet fit him snugly and framed a massive package, the sight of which sent my cock straining in my shorts. A scattering of soft chest hairs peeked tantalizingly above the U-neck of the singlet. He radiated a sexy confidence that seemed easy-going more than cocky. I was blown away. He was unbelievably attractive to me, so much so that I felt a pang of fear: what if this incredibly hot bro didn’t love me anymore?

“Chase, baby, are you feeling better now? I’ve been so worried about you!”

“Bro, I feel fucking awesome now!” he said in a sexy bro voice, deeper than ever. That new grin of his got even wider. “But I’ve missed you, babe. I guess Coach and I got to talking about me going out for wrestling and I lost track of time. I made the team, Jeremy. What do you think?”

“I think you’re unbelievably hot in that singlet is what I think. You’re sure you feel okay?”

A confused look dimmed his smile for a moment. “I told you, bro, I feel great, but, like, today’s a total blank. Did I pass out or something? I don’t even remember coming to school. I guess that’s why I feel a little disoriented or whatever. Babe, could you, like, help me make sure I’ve got all of my assignments and shit – uh, sorry about the language, Coach, don’t know why I’m cursing so much today – so the teachers don’t get on my ass and get me in trouble with the team.”

“Yeah, sure, babe,” I said. “I’ll take care of you.”

Chase and I headed to wrestling practice then. It was surreal. Not only did he seem to know exactly what to do on the mat, he was joking and joshing around with the other bros as if he’d been doing it all his life. After practice, we hit the weight room. Then, once we’d showered, Chase dressed himself in the outfit he found in his locker: compression shorts, loose basketball shorts, T-shirt, sweatshirt, socks, and gym shoes. I’d never seen the clothes before and neither had he. There was no sign of what he’d worn to school, but Chase didn’t question that or seem fazed in the least. Once he was dressed, Chase made a convincing jock, even if everything about him except his package was still on the small side. I had just finished dressing when James lumbered up and looked both of us up and down slowly, his expression unreadable other than the slightest of smirks. Whatever he was thinking, all he said was, “Hey, if you bros want to watch the game tonight, Tyler, Derek, Zach, and a few others are coming over to Steve’s place.”

“Excellent, bro, sounds like a plan,” said Chase. “Catch you there!”

After the game, Zach and I and a few other bros walked him back to my house. I had already set it up that Chase would spend the night at my place. I hadn’t forgotten what James had told me, and I wanted to make sure that Chase adjusted to his new life as easily as possible. After we’d said good-bye to Zach and the others and had gone up to my room, I asked him again how he was feeling.

“Mostly pretty awesome, dude,” he said. “But I still feel a little off, somehow, you know? Not quite myself. And I feel like a total dumbass about today, bro. I mean, obviously I went to school, but I just don’t remember anything before wrestling practice. What the fuck happened to me?”

“Well, babe, you weren’t feeling well when we got to school, so I took you to Coach Sanders’s office to ask him if you could lie down on that couch he’s got, you know, in that little room off the main locker room.”

“Oh, yeah, bro,” he said. “I remember now. I think he put on some video or something. I must have been pretty out of it, because I don’t remember anything after that. Glad I didn’t miss practice, though. That would have been bummer. I don’t want to get kicked off the team. I barely made it as it is, being this small.”

“Yeah, but you’re a strong little dude. You were cleaning up on the mat, bro, and you’ll be buffing out a lot more soon, don’t worry. Besides, you’re fucking hot, and you’re only going to get hotter. And now that I finally have you alone, I know something that’ll make you feel better. At least, it always has before,” I said with a wicked grin as I started to kiss him.

Chase had always been passionate; now he was practically insatiable. After an orgasm so intense I literally couldn’t see, Chase finally came himself and started to calm down. But what he said at this point took me completely by surprise.

“I needed that badly, I think,” he said. “Whoa, that’s different.”

“What’s different, baby?” I asked.

“My brain, bro. That really, like, slowed it down. I don’t feel weird or off now at all. I feel, like, calm. At peace. And –” he said, with that goofy new grin of his spread from big ear to big ear, “I’m a total jock now, bro. Whoa. It’s actually hard to remember that I wasn’t always a jock. Fuck. I had no idea how annoying I used to be. But I was different. Somehow you made me like this, didn’t you, Jeremy? It’s okay to tell me, you know. You’re my best bro, you’re my boyfriend, I love you, and you’re absolutely fucking hot. But I want to know what happened.”

“Chase, babe, are you sure you feel okay?”

“Yeah, Jeremy, I feel awesome. I told you that. Now quit putting me off and tell me what happened before I try to fucking beat the shit out of you. I know you’re bigger than I am and I’d probably lose, but I still want to know.”

“Okay, babe, I’ll try, but you have to realize it’s hard for me to remember everything myself now. You know how you can’t remember much of today? I’ve got the same problem. You see, when I started to change, you know, I didn’t realize what was happening to me. And once I had changed, I was, well, apparently, I was kind of – catching – you know? So, when you and I started to make out, you started to change, too. You have to believe me, Chase, I didn’t know that was going to happen. I loved you then and I love you now, and I never wanted to hurt you. But once I could see that you were changing the way I had, there wasn’t anything I else I could do but try to help you through it, somehow. And today,” I continued, starting to sob, “Today, you needed more help than I could give you, so I took you to the coach, and he took care of you, you know, so that you’d be okay, but I was so worried about you I could hardly make it through the day. And now you’re so hot and sexy, and I’m so happy, you know, for you and for us, but I still feel I did you wrong somehow. And I feel awful about that.”

Chase didn’t say anything, but he hugged me and held me close while I finished crying. Then he put his hand on my tear-streaked face and looked me in the eyes.

“Jeremy, babe, don’t be sad. I’m glad you told me. I love you, too. I know you could never mean to hurt me. I know I’m different now than I was, but it’s okay. I love it, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. And think about it, bro: it’s better for both of us to be jocks, anyway. It was kind of hard on me, I think, being your boyfriend before, when you were a jock and I wasn’t. Especially when we were around the other bros. Now that problem’s solved. But dude, am I going to be a fucking moron now?”

“Not all jocks are dumb, you know, babe. But the answer is I don’t know. You don’t seem any dumber to me. Do you feel dumber?”

“I don’t know yet,” Chase sighed. “Maybe not, but here’s the deal: if I do turn out dumb, it serves me right for thinking all jocks are dumb in the first place. Anyway, it’ll be okay. I’m happy. That’s what counts.”

“Honestly, babe, I don’t think you could be too dumb if you can still talk like that. But if you do turn out to be a moron, bro, you’ll be the sexiest moron at school. And I’ll use every brain cell I’ve got left to help you with your homework, I promise.”

“Talk about the blind leading the blind, bro,” he said, that grin of his wider than ever. “Sorry, bro, I’m just pulling your chain. It would be a fucking honor to be helped by the sexiest dumb jock at school, even if you give me all the wrong answers. But enough of that shit. Ready for another round, sexy?”

“Geez, Chase, I’m still worn out from the last one. But if you insist.”

“Yeah, bro, we’ve got to work on your endurance training. We’re going to be doing a lot more of this, just so you know.”

“I guess I’ll just have to get in better shape, then, Coach. Where do you want me?”

“Right where you are will do just fine,” Chase said. “Now drop and give me, well, let’s just say keep going until I tell you to stop. If I tell you to stop.”

The next day began the best part of my life so far. Chase and I became the second out gay jock couple, and every day we continued to grow stronger, both physically and in our love for each other. Chase still isn’t very tall; about a month after his transformation, he stood about 5’9”, just a bit shorter than James, but he’s turning into one sexy hunk of muscle. As for me, I’ve topped out for now at about 6’3”, an inch taller than Steve, but not as tall as some of the other bros on the basketball team. I couldn’t imagine my life any better: I had my bros, workouts, basketball, wrestling, and, best of all, the sexiest boyfriend I could imagine. I loved Chase’s sexy new body.  I loved his equally sexy new personality, too, although I’ll admit it took some getting used to. Chase and I had been best friends since we were kids, but honestly, the old Chase could be a bit of a jerk, and he didn’t have many friends. Well, whatever Coach did for him (or to him), he’s an absolute sweetheart now. And he's everyone’s friend, and everyone loves him, even the nerds and the geeks.

James did ask Chase if he remembered anything of Coach’s video, but Chase barely remembers that there was a video, so James’s research won’t get any help there. It’s too bad. I’d like us to help James. Knowing him a little better now, I know he’s not really as mean as he looks; it’s hard for a hulking football jock like him not to look intimidating. But he clearly likes to be intimidating. He could soften his look a little if he wanted to, but he keeps that thick, dark hair of his buzzed so short that he’s practically bald. He must cut it himself, unless Steve does it, or he’d be at the barber’s every week. And his personality is as intimidating as his looks. He can sound like a total bro one moment and like a teacher the next, although he almost never shows his smart side in front of the other bros. I’m always surprised that Tyler’s his best friend, since Tyler seems like a more typical jock, and a little dense to boot. I guess they both used to be pretty different, but I don’t know much about that. None of the bros who used to be different want to talk about it. I get that; I don’t want to talk about myself, either, so I’d be the last dude to go to James and say, “Hey, bro, so what were you and Tyler like when you used to be nerds?” It’s so not going to happen. I can just imagine the look James would give me. See, while all of the bros can do some version of the one-eyebrow-raised, cocky jock smirk and the shit-eating grin, James can also fix you with an utterly dead stare that makes you want to back up in a hurry. He can smile, and he’s cute when he does, but about the only time you see him smile is when he’s with Steve. Then it totally lights up his face. He and Steve clearly love each other ton; it’s obvious when you see them together.

Chase and I love each other every bit as much, which is amazing considering how much we’ve both changed. I’ll be honest, Chase does seem a bit dumber than he was before, but he’s so sweet, and if he messes up in class, he’s so cool about it that people laugh with him rather than at him. I think he could do better, but he doesn’t seem to want to. One time when I asked him about missing some obvious question in class, he said, “Look, bro. I don’t remember too much about what I was like before, and I don’t like to, because I know I didn’t like myself much. I like who I am now a ton better. I probably could work a little harder, but I don’t want to, well, be a jerk again. I’m like, atoning, you know? If people want to think I’m a dumbass, what I think is that I was more of a dumbass when I acted smarter, if you follow me. Besides, our bro James loves to help me with my homework. Gives him some exercise for that big brain of his. I’m doing both of us a favor; he always holds back in front of the other bros, so he doesn’t come off like a know-it-all. Don’t worry about it, babe. Everything’s fine.”

“Knowing you, babe,” I said, “I hope you don’t, like, pretend not to get something just to make James work harder.”

“Of course I do, bro! He needs the conditioning. How’s he going to get better at tutoring dumbasses if I don’t train him for it?”

“Have I told you today how fucking cute you are?”

“Maybe,” Chase said. “I don’t remember. But you can tell me again.”

“Okay, you are too fucking cute! Just don’t let James figure out what you’re doing.”

“Come on, bro! He knows exactly what I’m doing. It’s our thing. Someone’s got to mess with that boy. He’s so big no one else dares to. The only bros that could stand up to him are Derek and Tyler, and they’re not going to do it, but you know me, right? Someone’s got to try.”

“You are something else, babe. Truly something else.”

“Hey, Jeremy, I just think that life’s fun, and everyone should be enjoying it.”

“Well put, babe. No wonder you’re so happy.”

“By the way, babe,” Chase said. “You ever notice that fancy chess set Steve’s got in his bedroom?”

“Yeah, but what were you doing in his bedroom?”

“I was doing homework, bro. That’s where James helps me with my homework. There’s more room there than at his place. Anyway, I saw the set and thought I’d challenge Steve to a game.”

“Seriously? What’d Steve say?”

“He kind of stared at me and said, ‘Bro, I don’t know about that. I really don’t do any of that nerd shit anymore. I mean, dude, I haven’t fucking played chess since…’

“And then James broke in and said, ‘Since you joined the football team, you mean. You know, bros, it’d be an interesting experiment. Go ahead, Steve-o. Try it for me. Let’s see what happens.’”

“And what happened?”

“So, Steve grabbed the set and mumbled something about only doing it because James wanted him to. And then he stood there for a minute looking puzzled before he set up the board, and we started playing.”

“And then?”

“Oh, he creamed me, babe. I always did stink at chess. But I wish you could have seen it: Steve sitting there playing chess in a backwards baseball cap, basketball shorts, and a tank top showing all his muscles, bouncing one hairy leg up and down the whole time with his size 15 feet. We should do that at school sometime. It’d blow the nerds’ minds. I don’t know if it’ll happen, though.”

“Why, babe?”

“Well, he seemed restless, and when we finished the game, James asked him what it was like, and Steve said, ‘It’s weird, Jimbo. It feels super strange. I still know how to play and all, and it was okay, but it just seems boring. It was really hard to sit still and remember what I was doing.’

“And James stood there with one of those blank looks he gets, making some notes, and then he said something like ‘Thanks for trying for me, Steve-o. I can’t believe I never asked, but why’d you keep the set?’

“And Steve said, ‘Mom and Dad gave it to me, bro. That’s one reason. But the real reason is the same reason you keep your old comic books.’

“And James said, ‘I get it, Steve-o. They bore me, too, but I can’t get rid of them. Not yet.’”

“Wow, babe,” I said, “There is a lot going on with those two, isn’t there?”

“They are intense, bro!” Chase said. “And they’re a little scary. But the pet names, that’s just fucking cute and still totally dudebro. And they are so completely into each other, just as much as you and I are. Makes me wonder, babe, speaking of Steve’s bedroom, how you ever got them to make out with you. They don’t seem like the type to want a three-way.”

“What the fuck?” My mouth gaped open in shock. “Did James and Steve tell you about that?”

“No, babe. They never said a word. Those two know how to keep secrets, unlike you.” Chase was grinning from big ear to big ear. “I knew the whole time, you lunkhead, from the beginning! After all, babe, isn’t that how this whole story started?”

I sat down, absolutely flabbergasted. “You knew the whole time?”

“Honestly, babe, for someone who’s not all that dumb you can be pretty clueless. I had a huge crush on you, but you kept drooling over the jocks. It hurt, Jeremy. I can’t say it didn’t. But that’s all over now, babe, and if you’re still feeling guilty, you know, over making out with them, don’t be, okay.”

“Chase, baby, I am so, so sorry! Everything that happened is totally my fault. I’ve really been a jerk, haven’t I?”

“Jeremy, it was not totally your fault. Let it go. Sure, you were thinking with your dong, dude, but so was I. You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“But you had to go through, well, you know, everything, just because of me!”

“Jeremy, babe, there you’re wrong. Completely. I chose to go through everything because of you.”

Chase sat down beside me, still smiling, looking me right in the eyes. My mouth was open so wide my jaw should have been sitting on the floor. I said, “You mean, you knew everything – all along?”

“Oh, bro, not exactly that way, no. At first, I thought you were just going through a phase or something, just trying to be more like Steve and James because you were attracted to them. Then you started really changing, and suddenly you were a jock, like overnight. That’s when I knew something was up. But you’d turned into your own wet dream, and how could I compete with that? So yeah, bro, I avoided you for a while. But when you told me you loved me, I was so happy, because you were all I ever wanted. But I was unhappy, too, babe, because I knew it was going to be hard if I wasn’t a jock, too. I knew right then that I was going to have to join you. And that was hard, too, babe.”

“Then you knew, like, when we made out the first time?”

“Well, bro, I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened to you, but I knew you’d changed after being with Steve and James. I was absolutely going to make out with you no matter what, so I figured I would see if I started noticing any changes afterwards. If not, I was going to go to Steve and James and beg them to help me. But it was obvious the next day that I was already starting to change. I could feel it. But of course, I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, and I won’t say it was easy, babe, but I was beyond happy, because I knew I was turning into your wet dream at last.”

“Oh, babe, I just – I can’t believe you did all that just for me.”

“Thanks, babe. It means a ton. And I did do it for you, but I did it for me, too. I got what I wanted, after all: you.”

“And you’re still happy?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely! I love being a jock! It’s funny, bro, I wanted to be a jock just to turn you on, but I never dreamed I’d actually like it. What a dumbass I was! I thought, ‘It’ll be okay as long as Jeremy loves me.’ It’s so much better than okay, dude. You should have told me. And what’s even funnier is that I’m a much better person. I thought I’d turn into some dumb brute, but I’m actually popular. People fucking like me, dude! And what’s more important, I like them, and I like myself, too. And, let’s face it, bro, I was kind of mean little bitch before. So, Jeremy, my love, if you are still feeling sorry for yourself or bad for me, don’t. Just don’t. You have nothing to regret, and I certainly don’t, either. I can’t imagine my life being any better.”

It almost goes without saying, bros, but Chase and I had an amazing marathon make-out session after that conversation. Until then, I hadn’t realized how much my guilt at not being honest with Chase had been hanging over our relationship and preventing me from fully enjoying my new life. And that brings us almost to the end of my story, at least for now. There’s just one odd thing I should report. Remember that nerd Ben from my European History class? I’d kind of forgotten about him and how he was a jerk to me in class the day I’d brought Chase to Coach Sanders. I had more important stuff to think about than Ben; I’d kind of forgotten about him entirely. But today in class, I noticed him acting really strange. For one, he was way quieter than usual, hardly saying a word. I thought at first he was just avoiding me, which he had good reason to do, but then I noticed he was avoiding everyone, even that friend of his, Devin or whatever his name is. Devin kept asking him what was wrong, but Ben wasn’t telling him. And clearly something was wrong. He looked pale and sweaty, and his eyes looked hollow, too, as if he hadn’t slept much. The other weird thing is that he was wearing sweatpants to school, which I’d never seen him do before. Wherever he got them from, they could use a good wash, because they’re kind of giving off a funky locker-room reek. Obviously, I’m pretty used to jock smell, so this has got to be pretty strong for me to notice it, right? Maybe he’s got a jock brother away at college and borrowed his unwashed sweatpants for some reason. But that’s just strange, and it doesn’t make any sense. He doesn’t look comfortable walking in them, either; he’s doing this weird kind of shuffle and sway that looks super awkward. I have no idea what could be going on, but the whole thing reminded me that Derek had said something that day about talking to the coach about Ben. Well, whatever Derek had in mind, I’m going to tell him to lay off. The way that Ben dude is moping around, something major is going on in his life. He clearly doesn’t need any more stress on my account. I mean, I know he’s a nerd, but now I kind of feel sorry for the little bro.

[twst-kumi]

Weeping maiden

Prologue part 2

Name] was woken up by Flora, an old fairy who worked in RSA to help around. She decided to take care of her, mentioning how she used to take care of a teenage girl in the past.

“_I hope you had a good night darling. I prepared a surprise for you.

_Good morning Flora.”

[Name] yawned before walking down the stairs to the living area. She looked at the red fairy going around using magic to prepare breakfast. Flora then pulled a small box on the table.

“_Here, I made it myself.

_Thank you, Flora.

_The Headmage said he didn't have a girl uniform. So I asked him to give me some tissue here and there to make your uniform.

_Thank you, I love it but… it's pink.

_Yes! Lovely isn't it?

_ Isn't the school uniform white and Blue?

_But pink would be better for a sweet princess like yourself.

_ I'm not…

_Now, now, you will be late. So dress up and off you go.”

A knock was heard on the door before the young girl could even argue back. She looked at the fairy leaving for the door as she took the uniform. [Name] came back after some time.

Flora was chatting with a young man. With his long pale blond hair, light purple eyes, and a sleepy look he looked so soft and delicate. He wore the school uniform with a pink and blue cardigan inside. It was as if the colors tried to mix. His eyes twinkled when he saw her.

“_Good morning, I'm Aurelius a first-year like you. The headmaster asked me to be your guide since we are in the same class.

_ I'm [Name], let's be friends.

_It would be my pleasure, Princess.”

The young girl felt a little bashful. Aurelius smiled teasingly as he held his hand to her. [Name] walked with the young man, he held her hand all the way. She felt like she may have to say something but didn’t dare. Chatting with him was surprisingly easy even when her social skills were so low. Aurelius was a good listener.

As they walked upon the main road, she could see two rows of statues. Like in NRC, they seemed also to have important people they were inspired by. Noticing her curious look, Aurelius tactfully started to talk about them.

“_This is the Seven Lights, their equally renowned like the great seven. Oh, but you must not know them too. I will tell you more about them afterward if you want.

_It’s okay, can you tell me more about the seven lights?”

Aurelius looked excited by the prospect, he eagerly started to blabber about them. [Name] smiled not even noticing the slight blush on his cheek as he talked with her.

“_Sure, the beautiful princess you see there, is Snow White. They say that she was so beautiful that she had to flee from her home. She took care of seven children in a cottage deep in the forest. She came back after she worked hard and discovered a seven-jewelled mine. She ended up saving a kingdom from a terrible queen and saved the kingdom from bankrupt with the mine. Her dorm is Apple Red, they have the most hard-working people here.

_You would never have imagined it, looking at her. She looks so delicate.

_I know, it’s incredible, right? The next one is my dorm. Belle-Rose is based on the famous beast Tamer. She tamed a terrible beast thanks to her knowledge and saved her village. It was said that she was a dreamer and enjoyed romance stories a lot. It must be why I’m in this dorm.”

Both laughed as they looked at the other statues.

“_This little girl is…

_The lady in blue. She saved a kingdom from a tyrannical queen.”

They turned around to see a delicate-looking boy. His hair was short and platinum blond. It gave him an icy but soft look coupled with his light blue eyes. He smiled softly before lifting her hand to put a light kiss on it. Aurelius frowned a little uncomfortable by the boy’s action. Even more so when he looked at the violet-eyed boy and had a small smirk. Aurelius could tell they weren’t going to be big friends.

“_Alexis Lewis, a first-year from the Whitecourt dorm. Nice to meet you, my lady.”

[Name] could hear his British accent even when he talked. His eyes looked calm but she could see a small gleam in it. A teasing little light barely contained behind his smooth appearance.

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[milfjuulpod]

Guidance

a new job as a guidance counselor lands you at Abbott Elementary, and it doesn’t take long for a certain redhead to catch your attention.

The morning air was surprisingly enjoyable, August bringing out comfortable weather again. It was Monday, the first day of your new job. Luckily for you, students weren’t coming back for another week, giving you time to get used to the new environment and plan out the school year. The steps up to Abbott Elementary were short, and you took a deep breath in before entering. The halls were filled with character, drawings from students and back to school posters flooded the white walls. Finding your way to the principal’s office, you decided to introduce yourself. 

       To your surprise, the office was empty. Lights off, and no personal items found, you assumed she hasn’t arrived yet. “If you’re looking for Ava she won’t be here for at least—” You turned around at the sound of a woman’s voice, her accent thick and attitude evident. She stopped speaking once she looked up from her phone and met your gaze, eyes scanning your whole body. “Who are you?” She asked bluntly. “I’m the new guidance counselor, sorry I was just looking for Ms. Coleman,” You gestured back to the empty room. 

       “Nice try. She’ll be here in a couple hours.” Uninterested in the conversation, the redhead started walking away from you. “Good luck, kid,” She said as she fully left your view. She didn’t leave your mind, though. Disappointed at the lack of direction, you decided to retreat to your new office and start setting things up for the week to come. 

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       By the following Monday, you had met most of the staff, made some plans for the year, and were excited to finally meet the students. You found yourself in a little friend circle with Jacob, Janine, and Gregory. All of them were sweet in their own ways, and they were quick to accept you in (mostly Janine). A few other teachers were a different story. Barbara was incredibly sweet, but she seemed distant. You didn’t take it personally, from what you’ve heard, not many people stay too long at Abbott, and she was probably expecting you to be gone by next year. Nonetheless, Barbara was always kind. And then there was Melissa, the first person you met. She was…different. Outwardly tough, internally soft-hearted. You still couldn’t tell whether or not she trusted you yet, but you doubt she did. She kept her guard up, and made her disdain for “newbies” quite obvious. 

      Right before the lunch bell, there was a knock at your door. In waltzed Ava, with a student in tears by her side. “Hey gorgeous, this little man has been pestering students all morning long, but last year was a totally different story. Kid had friends in all grades!” She explained, keeping a hand on the student’s shoulder. “That’s alright, come sit down honey,” You said gently to the student, and smiled a goodbye to Ava. As she exited, she left your door propped open. Distracted by helping the student in front of you, it went unnoticed. But to a certain Italian, it was certainly noticed. Melissa took her time walking the halls, listening in on you working with a student. As she got closer, she realized it was her student, and that was enough of an excuse as any to allow herself in. She definitely didn’t want to go in just to watch you in your element. 

       “And Aniyah? Is she still your friend?” You asked the child in front of you, still unaware of the visitor you had. You turned around to grab a book, and when you faced the front again, you saw her. “Oh! Ms. Schemmenti, hi. Is this your student?” You asked. “Yeah, that one’s mine. And Melissa is fine,” She told you, smiling small, but it was there nonetheless. Maybe she did like you after all. 

       Melissa decided to sit in on your session with her student, which certainly didn’t help your nerves. Maybe she’s just protective, you thought to yourself. The minutes passed slowly, every so often you would look at Melissa to find her already looking at you. It was like that the whole time, her green eyes watching your every move while her perfect lips stayed tight together. It wasn’t until the bell rang again that she spoke. 

       “I’ll take him back with me. You were good today with him, he doesn’t talk much to new people. I’m impressed,” She complimented you, and you tried your best to not let it go to your head. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. Have a good rest of your day guys,” You waved goodbye to the student and teacher, and couldn’t help but watch Melissa leave and chat with her student. It had only been a week, and you were wrapped completely around her finger. 

[multifandom-exe]

Press Tour- S. Stan x Reader

A/N: this is a rewrite of a fic from like 5 years ago, if you want to check out the original here to see how much has changed. Feel free to leave requests! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS OR ASKS PLS i need to know if i’m still writing like i’m 14 😭

Word count:1.9K 

Bang Bang Bang 

Your eyes shot open as the incessant knocking reverberated the walls of your small apartment. You looked across the dimly lit room and threw a glance at your alarm clock. 3AM? Who is knocking on your door at 3AM? Whoever it is better be dying, or they will wish they were in a minute.  You slipped on your night gown, and slipped your socks on, the cold floor shocking your system for a second.  You threw open the door to your bedroom and trudged to your door, still reeling from your rude early morning awakening. You opened the door, not expecting a drenched Sebastian Stan at your door, surrounded by a few bags of things, equally soaked from the rain that was currently hammering against your windows.  

“God Seb its 3AM, get in here.” You rushed him inside, taking note of his shivering. you had met Seb 6 months ago. You had been cast in the same movie, with you sporting a slightly smaller role than him. It was one of your first in Hollywood, being a fresh 20 something coming onto the scene, so you sought out Sebastian for advice. Since then, most days on set were spent together, running lines, or sneaking food from the buffet into your trailers for little dinners together when you got the chance. He has taken to you so well, and you would say you were closer to him than anyone you had met in the film industry so far. Your friends would claim you had a little crush on him, but some things are better left unaddressed.   

“What are you doing at my door at 3AM?” You let out a slight chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, whilst collecting some of the bags that sat at your doorway. You had secretly hoped for some sappy love declaration in the rain like you'd seen in the movies, but judging by the look on his face, and the bags that lingered outside the door, you figured that would be a bit of a stretch.  

“Funny story actually” He let out an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “My neighbour, he, did something, I'm not too sure what, but the whole floor of apartments is flooded, including mine.” He looked around sheepishly and took in your apartment. It was cute and dainty, much like yourself. He took note of some of the things hanging across the walls. Posters of a few movies you’d been in, certificates from high school, pictures of you and your friends. He saw a picture that he had taken of you two on the set front and centre, smiling at the memory.  

“So you came here?” You stared at him as you grabbed a towel and some blankets from the cupboard. He stared back with a smile.  

“Where else?” He spoke, making a smile break out on your face, and tiny butterflies float in your stomach. You knew Sebastian had never thought of you the way you thought of him. He was a lot older, and likely viewed you as a little sister more than anything. But it's not wrong for a beautiful man to give you butterflies, right?  

You moved back to the couch to hand him the towels and blankets. “Well stay here as long as you like.” Offering him a warm smile. “Let me get changed and we can sort everything out.” With that you rushed back into your room and threw on some shorts and a vest top. You popped back out of your room and started to make some hot chocolate, Seb's favourite. “So, when do they think they will have everything fixed?” 

“They said it'll be about a week, so I should be out of your hair soon.” He let out a small laugh, still watching you.  

“Not too soon I hope, you know I love best friend time.” You let out a small smile, still focused on heating up the milk. If you hadn't been so preoccupied, you would've seen the look he was giving you, and you would've known it wasn't a look that best friends give each other. 

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That day, however, was 3 weeks ago now. Now, you two were dressed up to the nines, and about to leave for your first press conference.  

“Seba! Come on!” You shouted through the door of your apartment. Turns out it wasn't a week to fix his apartment, it wasn't even a month. There had been no news on his apartment for the last 3 weeks, so he had been staying on your couch indefinitely. You didn't mind, you revelled in everyday spent with him, like a dream come true.  

He stepped out of the room, and you couldn't help but stare, he cleans up very well. In a way that makes you sweat just a little more and your mouth run dry. You offered him a smile, trying to distract from the blush creeping up your neck.  

“Do I look okay?” You asked quietly, noticing the way his eyes racked up and down your figure. You wore a fitting dress, something recommended by your stylist, it had to be special for your first press conference. 

“You look...” He didn't finish, as he drunk in your appearance, just the sight of you intoxicated him. Safe to say his feelings had grown over the shared time in your apartment, but that was something he could never admit to you. He was supposed to be a mentor, not fall in love with you for Christ's sake. During your time spent together, he felt as though he got to know you on a deeper level, days filled with midnight talks and cooking together, I mean it's hard not to fall for someone like you.  

“Seb?” You questioned, waving your hand in his face after a minute of silence and an unfinished sentence.  

“Yeah, yeah I'm great.” He pulled himself out of his thoughts, as a smile spread across his face as he stared down at you. The car beep outside took both of your attention, as he snaked a hand around your waist. “Our carriage awaits, my dear.” You both laughed as you headed to the door, nervous as ever.  

You slipped through the double doors of the hall, Sebastian protectively behind you. You glanced back at him with a nervous smile, your head feeling fuzzy before you had even entered. He instinctively squeezed your hand and whispered calming notions in your ear. You walked into the centre of the hall with Sebastian in tow. As soon as you stepped up, a chorus of ‘look over here’, ‘Sebastian’, ‘Y/N’ rang out, and blinding flashes of pictures being taken. It all felt like too much. You glance up at Sebastian, and e gave you a warm smile, and snaked his hand around your waist, something that instantly calmed you. You felt ready to take it all on. 

-

After hours of interviews, intricate questions and plenty of pictures, you and Sebastian barged through the door of your apartment and threw yourselves on the couch. Sebastian loosened his tie and undid his top button, whilst you took your hair out and jewellery of before falling back into his arm that was threw across the couch.  

“Why didn't you tell me press conferences were SO exhausting?” You sighed, loving the feeling of the soft couch treating your back. 

“I couldve told you that, lovely.” He laughed a little, settling into the couch. And thats how you drifted off, for the next 12 hours. Shoes strewn across the floor and bits of your outfits across the coffee table. 

The repetitive sound of your phone buzzing woke you up. As you moved to reach for it, Sebastian stirred and woke up, glancing up at you through his lashes. “What time is it?” His groggy voice came. 

“Oh sorry i didnt mean to wake you, its 10Am, and my phone is going crazy” The phone screen lit up your face as you looked at the countless notifications on your phone. Your eye was caught by a text from your friend that read ‘YOU AND SEBASTIAN STAN ARE TOGETHER ARE YOU SERIOUS?’. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you continued to scroll and finally opened twitter. Sebastian moved closer to you to see what had caused your silence. Your screen lit up with photos of you from the press conference, with the hashtag #AVImovie. 

“Guess the press tour photos have been released.” He chuckled, thinking over last night. 

“i guess so, i dont know why my friends are blowing me up though.’ You clicked on the screen and saw a collage of misleading hashtags. #sebsgf. #couple. #AVImovie. What is going on? You clicked on a hashtag and scrolled. Hundreds of the same photo. You and Sebastian centred, his arm around your waist, and staring into each others eyes. They had all kinds of captions. ‘i want someone to look at me the way she looks at him.’ Oh god, if he didnt know you liked him before, he might be getting the picture. Another headline, ‘Sebastian Stan smitten on the carpet with co-star Y/N’. You turned to look at Sebastian, who had the most horrified expression on his face. Gut Punch. Fucking Twitter. You coughed awkwardly, hoping to draw the attention away from the never ending stream of notifications.  

“Okay, you dont have to look at me like the mere thought of being with me would end the world” You got up from the couch and cleared your throat.  

He just stared at you, day old makeup, with a bedhead. He stared like you were the last thing on earth. He realised they were absolutely right. He was completely smitten by you. He rushed to follow you. “Wait thats not whats happening.” He gripped your arm lightly and turned you to face him. You looked up at him through your lashes expectantly. “Theyre right.” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Whos right?” You looked to him confused. 

“The people, the people on the phone, i am completely smitten with you” He chuckled lightly, throwing a glance toward your phone. 

Your breathe hitched in your throat. “I thought you only thought of me like a sister, Seb you literally said that to me not 6 months ago.” 

He ran a hand through his hair. “I know, but that was before i started staying here,  and i saw you in a whole different light” He cupped your face with his hand and stared at you hopefully. But you didnt have to say anything. You just leaned in and brused his lips against yours. 

“i think they're right about me too.” You whispered before closing the gap between you too. So much emotion got poured into the kiss, months of waiting, watching, hoping, all being taken out in your living room at 10AM. It was everything you had both imagined it to be. Soft. Passionate. Felt like a dream come true. You both pulled away breathlessly, staying close. 

“You know,” He whispered softly, “My apartment was fixed last week.” A sneaky smile grew across his face as you pulled away, slack jawed, an incredulous look on your face. 

“You bastard!” You shouted playfully, giggling as you threw a pillow at him. He caught it swiftly, and picked you up as you let out a loud laugh. 

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AN

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[television-overload]

The Walls That Tell Our Stories

Post-ep for 21x02 "The Stories We Leave Behind"

What I think we all want to imagine happened after the doors closed on that elevator at the end of the episode.

Word Count: 1,365

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No sooner had the elevator doors opened, than a fiery ball of energy came slamming into his legs.

"Daddy! Daddy!" the little girl yelled, grabbing onto his hand and pulling. "Take a picture of me with the orange wall!" She yanked him forward, already showing signs of that strength she and her mother both shared.

Tony laughed, casting a glance at McGee.

"Sorry, she's heard a lot about these orange walls," he explained, fishing his cell phone out of his coat pocket and dutifully opening the camera app.

He knelt down, holding the phone up so she was in frame.

"Alright, Tali, say, 'NCIS!'" he said, and Tali repeated it, finishing with a big toothy smile and a wild pose she must have learned from her friends at school.

Once he'd taken a couple photos, he clicked the image gallery to check them, holding the phone out to show Tali.

"How's that?" he asked, waiting for her approval.

"Perfect!" she answered. "Now one at your desk!"

Before he could stop her, she darted off to the part of the bullpen he had called home for so many years. It looked a little different now, various personal items stashed on the desks and even some plants making it feel more homey, but it was still the same place.

"Honey, that's not my desk anymore, it's Uncle Tim's," he reminded her. It hadn't been his in a long time, and it was crazy to think of all that had changed since then.

A pouty lip came out, and McGee chuckled. There was a lot of Ziva in her, that was true, but when it came to her personality, she was just so Tony.

"It's okay," he said, giving Tali the go-ahead to sit in his chair. “That was your dad's desk long before it was mine.”

She ran around the edge of it, plopping unceremoniously into the swivel chair and looking around interestedly at everything.

“Dad, did they have computers back when you worked here?”

Tony felt her words like a blow to the chest, and he feigned having the wind knocked out of him. How old did she think he was? He could practically feel the gray hairs sprouting from his head.

“Do you want me to take your picture or not?” he asked, shaking his head, hiding his amusement behind squinted eyes.

She smiled for the camera, then did a few poses pretending she was working.

"How many kids do you know who's number one bucket list item is to visit the headquarters of a government agency?" DiNozzo joked as he snapped a couple more photos. 

Tali had been begging them for years, but it had never been a good time. They’d needed some space to learn how to be a family when Ziva finally came home. And though they wished it had been under better circumstances, at least now they could show their daughter all the places she'd heard about in their stories.

McGee smirked, watching the energetic daughter of his two best friends as she clacked away at his keyboard. 

"I'd expect nothing less from your kid, Tony."

After a moment, Tali looked up, an inquisitive look on her face.

"Which one was Ima's?" she asked, spinning her chair back and forth.

He knelt down in front of her, resting his arms on the edge of the desk, his chin atop his folded hands.

"Which one do you think made it easiest to stare at her all day with heart eyes, Tali-girl?"

She giggled, pausing so she could inspect her options, taking the task very seriously. She tapped her chin in thought.

"That one!" she said, brightening up and pointing to the desk directly across from his.

He grinned, thinking back to all the times he'd sat there thinking about her mother. 

"Bingo!"

"Can I–?"

"Have a picture over there?" he finished, already knowing what she was going to say. "Ask Agent Knight if it's okay."

Jessica Knight was standing near the elevator with Palmer, and it didn't take long for Tali to get her permission. She ran back the short distance, looking triumphant in her return.

"Hey, where is your Ima anyway?" Tony asked as she sat down behind the desk.

"Here!" her familiar voice sounded, echoing in the largely empty bullpen. The door to the women's restroom closed behind her. "Your child is pushing on my bladder. I swear I cannot make it more than an hour without having to pee, these days."

As she approached, Tony tucked her under his arm, glancing around at the walls that held so many of their stories. This was the building that built them. Tali owed her existence to these ugly orange walls and the people that dwelled in them.

"Our daughter has been playing tourist and hitting all the great photo spots," Tony informed her, brows raised sarcastically.

Ziva turned to look at Tali, seated where she used to sit now more than a decade ago. 

"I see that," she said, her lips pulled back in a smile. "Did you tell her about the time we were stuck in the elevator?"

Tony grinned. "Oh yeah, she liked that one."

"Ima, when can we go see the lab?" Tali asked eagerly, interrupting them.

Ziva looked up and saw Jimmy approaching, and she knew there wasn't time right now. She separated herself from Tony, gently tousling Tali's wavy hair. "Another time, baby, I think it's time to head over to the funeral."

Tali nodded, glancing down at her shoes.

"I'm gonna miss Grandducky," she said sadly, playing absentmindedly with an eraser she found on the desk.

"So will we," Tony said, swallowing back emotion. "Aren't you glad he came to visit us during his book tour last year? That was pretty special, huh?"

The littlest DiNozzo nodded again, cheeks widening in a smile. "He was the first to know about my baby brother!" she said, remembering it fondly.

At that, Jimmy looked to Tony and Ziva in mock indignation. "Hey, you told him before any of the rest of us?" he said.

Tony laughed, patting the autopsy gremlin on the shoulder in consolation. "He guessed pretty quick. I think if he'd visited a few weeks earlier, he would have been the one to break the news to us!"

Ducky’s globetrotting semi-retirement had been a blessing to them all. They cherished the few times they'd been able to meet up in recent years, remaining close despite the long distance. He was a part of their family; it was only right that their daughter know him and love him too. They were fortunate for the time they did have together.

Ziva glanced at the clock and sighed, placing a hand on Tony's chest, silently telling him they probably needed to get going. He nodded in response, checking that he had his phone and wallet still before taking her hand in his.

"Alright, well, we can keep sharing memories on the way. Tali? You ready to go?"

"We'll be back, right?"

"Of course," Tony answered. "We've barely scratched the surface here! I still have to take you to interrogation to figure out what happened to that batch of cookies Ima made last week ." He tickled her sides, causing her to erupt in giggles and run ahead of them toward the elevator. They followed, hand in hand, with Jimmy and McGee right behind.

"Squeeze in!" Palmer said, the entire group filling the elevator with little room to spare. The others would be meeting them at the cathedral for the service, everyone who knew and loved Ducky, there to say their final goodbyes.

As the doors closed, Tony leaned down and pressed his lips to Ziva's, his hand resting on her lower back to pull her closer.

"Ugh, guys, really?" McGee complained exaggeratedly, screwing up his face in a look of disgust. Tali put her hands in front of her mouth to hide her giggles.

Ziva looked up at Tony like he was the only other person in the elevator, and he beamed proudly, unashamed and unapologetic.

He squeezed her sides playfully, tucking his face into her shoulder and breathing her in.

"I've always wanted to do that in here."

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[4pfsukuna]

jealous!sukuna story here👇🏾

kings-get-jealous-to

Akward

The last thing Nanami kento expected to see at Gojo’s party (that he basically tricked him into going to) was his ex girl from 4 years ago in a black mini silk dress that if you just bent over a tad bit more—

“You alright man?” Gojo ask slapping his blonde hair friends back snapping him back to the reality where his cup of alcohol had been crushed completely in his hand.

He was sure of Two things in this moment.

His hand was wet and 2? He wasnt letting you get away again.

———

Incubus curse

After the mission Gojo sent you and Namami on to get rid of some incubus curse (which he didnt mention)  Nanami is shocked when you dont show up to the school the next day and decides to pay you a visit.

“I want you to bend me over every surface including my balcony until neither of us have any energy left… and then go for one more round”

Part two

What if Nanami is the one who suffers the effects of the incubus curse instead of you?

He felt fine and whatever silly little pink dust the cursed spirit sprayed mustve been just that, that’s until he catches a glimpse of you pinning one of the students to the ground and damn would he work endless amounts of overtime to be under you like that— what was he saying?! Shaking his head he almost completely looses it when he watches the way your ass jiggles in your shorts and wonders how back shots would be.

Its not long before hes back in his office gripping his length in his fist and bottom lip between his teeth to quiet his moans.

“Nanami you shouldve said something”

“Like what? How i want to have you moaning and beging to cum for a fifth time with tears in your eyes? Or that i want to watch your eyes get  wide as you swallow my dick taking it to the back of your throat like the good girl i know you are? Or that i want to fill you up with every drop of my seed to put my claim on you and my self control is dwindling because i can smell your arousal and i just want to burry my face in it” he says with pure raw desire as his eyes burn into mine.

——

Professor reward & punishment.

You suck at college math and luckily your neighbor who happens to be a proffessor offers to tutor you after you helped him out a few nights ago.

“Since you can’t seem to pay attention, for every answer you get right ill put in another finger and for every wrong answer you put clothes on reducing the friction.” He holds my jaw making sure im listening.

“And extra credit” i tease before he begins rolling his sleeves up the bulge of his muscles ans loosening his tie yanking aggresively.

A dark smirk reaches his lips that ive never seen before and ive never wanted to be more accurate in… whatever subject we were studying for again.

————

Jealous!Sukuna

You and sukuna had gone back and forth so much its almost like you forgot yuji was his vessel, almost like you forgot he was the king of curses.

But none of that mattered now you (23) and yuji also of age had comitted to getting drunk and letting loose for once.

Sukuna pays it no mind as you aimlessly flirt with some guy at the bar but your eyes are on him. Not the guy, not yuji but Sukuna who had taken over since yuji was to drunk to fight back.

He could easily burn the world to the ground and nothing could stop him except for the look in your eyes when your tounge trails up his abs to his chest tracing his tattoo that the only fire burning hes worried about is the one in your eyes.

“Id pleasure you in ways no woman in your 1000 years of existance could even think about” i smirk before flipping us over so im on top us still connected by our hips moving my hand from his wrist to his neck making him purr.

——

Dad!Sukuna

More of a drabble aka the 3 times his kids call him daddy and the one time you do.

“Get in the cage!” 

“Sukuna stop telling them that! Theres no cage”

“He put fucking smiley faces in my book of incantations” he growls showing me the smiley faces with red eyes, fangs and a crooked smile.

“Oooh he drew you is that why youre mad” i tease watching him seathe as the sound of footsteps running upstairs can be heard smoke nearly comes out of his ears and foam from his mouth.

“As shitty as the smiley face may be he drew it because of you, now stop being such a sourpuss! if you be nice ill even call you daddy and let you give me another little you” i peck his lips listening to the growl of disappointment from pulling away too fast.

“I don’t think i told them how much i love them today” He mumbles pulling me into his lap.

[mc-lukanette]

Luka walked his bike towards the Liberty, ready to sit on his bed and meditate since he didn't have anything more to do that day. It wasn't a particularly stressful time, but school had just started up again and he was still getting used to it.

He was about to lift his bicycle to cross the gangplank when a voice called out, "Luka! Luka Couffaine?"

Turning to look over his shoulder, he spotted a girl around his age hurrying down the stairs to join him on the path next to the Seine. She hopped down the last two steps in her haste, Luka hitting his bike's kickstand with his heel so it could stand upright while he spoke to her about whatever he wanted.

He opened his mouth to confirm that he was indeed Luka and ask her what she wanted, but she'd already advanced on him. She gripped his arms, looking at him seriously as she asked, "Do you know who I am?"

He blinked, caught entirely off guard. He would naturally assume that someone who would step into his personal space and grab him like that must've known him, but he couldn't put a name to her face. He eyed her black hair, her blue eyes, and her white, black, and pink clothes, trying to put together anything at all. Maybe she was one of Juleka's friends?

His heart strangely skipped a beat as he took her in but, in the end, nothing came to him. Feeling somewhat guilty, he replied, "Sorry. I don't."

Rather than the disappointment he expected, she stepped back with a grin. Smacking her palms together, she turned her back to him and raised her fists in the air in triumph, exclaiming, "Yes! I did it!"

He grew even more confused, a fact that the mystery girl didn't seem to notice immediately. She spun to face him again, wholly animated in her gestures as she rambled excitedly.

"This is great! I can't believe it really worked!" She flailed her arms about like she had too much energy inside of her. "I went back, and now there's not even anything stopping us from dating! I'm ready!"

His lips parted, but nothing came out. He had absolutely no idea of what she was talking about, though his heart skipped another beat at the mention of them dating. He put a hand to his chest, keeping his poker face on whilst trying to puzzle out the feeling he was having.

Finally, the situation caught up with her. Her eyes darted up and down, taking him in, then squinted in thought. She eased back, gaze wandering like she was trying to gauge what she'd said and what she hadn't. Luka noted that she was still breathing a little hard from having run to him and figured that the exhaustion hadn't helped her thoughts come through coherently.

"Ah, I came here, then asked... and then..." She trailed off, mumbling more to herself than him. When she met his gaze again, it was with embarrassment. "I should probably explain, right?"

——

"You're from the future?" he repeated as they sat at the edge of the path, him sitting cross-legged while she dangled her legs off to the side.

"Yes! Or—" She hesitated, crossing her arms and correcting, "Maybe not the future, exactly? This might be another dimension. I went back in time but the time before now must've changed too."

He only nodded, blindly following this tale to whatever unpredictable conclusion she had.

"Long story short, I - we - were heroes? There were these miraculouses that you used to power up, but someone was using them for evil." She brought one leg up so she could hug it to her chest, letting her chin rest on her knee. It was strange to see her without the energy she'd had before. "He got a hold of a bunch of them, even yours, and found out everyone's identities except for mine and Chat Noir's. I couldn't stop thinking about how much danger you'd be in, and after you..."

She trailed off and blushed, covering her face. Luka couldn't make out every word she was saying, but there was something in there about "not planning this far."

"Anyway!" She put her hands down, forcing her next words out. "I had to do something, to stop him, to protect you, to protect everyone, so I made a wish!"

"A wish," he echoed, keeping his voice carefully neutral.

"...Ah, I guess you wouldn't know," she realized. "You need my miraculous and Chat's, and then you can make a wish for a price. It's—" She brought her hand to her mouth, biting her thumbnail from nerves. "It's kind of against the rules? I think I made the right choice though. The miraculouses are gone, but I'm sure that's what the kwami would've wanted. Now no one can use them for evil anymore." She paused, gaze contemplative, then glanced at him. "Oh, the kwami are..." She waved dismissively. "Never mind. I sound crazy enough already."

"But you still told me," he pointed out.

"Well..." She shrugged, embarrassed. "You had one of the time miraculouses, so if anyone remembered, I thought it might be you?"

That was a blatantly bad excuse, especially with how she'd approached him. Leaning towards her, he asked cautiously, "Is it about what you said? About us...?"

He purposefully didn't finish to give her an out, but she didn't take it. She straightened, letting her leg back down with her other, and sighed.

"Yeah. I—" She stiffened in an epiphany. "Wait, I—I should've started with this."

She started patting herself down, searching her person for something unknown. Her jacket didn't have pockets and the ones on her capris were fake, so she opted to check the purse at her side.

"I think my body came back with me, so..." She gasped in delight, pulling out something small enough to be hidden in her closed fist. "Here! Look familiar?"

Luka watched as she opened her hand, revealing a Jagged Stone guitar pick resting on her palm. To anyone else, it probably seemed inconclusive, because how could a guitar pick that anyone could have - and that he personally had multiple of anyway - prove anything?

Except he knew his guitar picks, to the point of having them on display in his room. That was how he could tell that the one in her hand wasn't just any Jagged Stone guitar pick, but his. He could see all the notable wear that he'd done to it ("tough love," as his mother called it) like they were fingerprints on glass.

He reached out, giving the girl a brief look for permission, then took the pick from her and started examining it further. She was happy to let him do so to prove her case and he caught her smiling out of the corner of her eye.

"You gave it to me the day we met," she explained, a lightness to her voice that wasn't there before. "I was in a pretty bad mood over another guy, but he's not important now."

Luka had no idea that the "unimportant" guy she was talking about was Paris's sunshine boy, at least in another timeline.

"I'm, um... sorry for throwing all of this on you." She giggled self-derisively, rubbing an arm. "I was so happy that everything worked out, even if you didn't remember me. I was always so busy being a hero that I didn't have any time for anyone, but now I don't have to worry anymore."

And she'd thought to see him first, even if she didn't say it explicitly. Her story being accurate meant that there had been any number of people to check on or go to, yet he was the one she'd gone for. He was the one she blurted out her whole story to, despite how fantastical it seemed. Despite them not having any relationship that he could remember, she was comfortable enough to be vulnerable around him. If he took everything she said into account, that had also meant that they were either near-dating or one of them had confessed, and considering that she'd already mentioned that she was too busy for people, that only left him to have done so.

At the thought, he felt something warm on his skin; lights that weren't from the sun exactly, but what he imagined it would feel like to have stage lights shining down on him. It felt right, somehow.

"Luka?" the girl called.

He'd been lost in his own head, still processing everything she'd said. He stared, noting the hand outstretched for a friendly handshake.

She smiled, though it was more awkward than before. "I already changed the timeline, so things probably won't happen the same way, but... it's just nice to meet you again. I'm Marinette." She glanced off to the side, the edges of her smile twitching as she added in a murmur to herself, "I should've started with that too."

She'd reigned in her earlier statements now that she'd calmed, having gone from, "we can date, I'm ready," to, "it's just nice to meet you again." She was preparing - expecting - for the possibility that they wouldn't hit the same notes twice, but if he were honest with himself, he was already interested in her in a way. She seemed nice, funny, and incredibly adorable, not to mention how she was entirely unpredictable in her actions.

He chuckled, deciding not to voice the thought for the time being. As she'd said, she was apparently free of anything holding her back anymore, so they could take it easy.

He reached out to her outstretched hand, holding the back of it with one and placing the guitar pick back in her palm with the other. Her eyes sparkled with hope as her gaze darted between him and the guitar pick, reading the wordless reassurance exactly how he'd intended.

Returning her smile with his own, he replied, "Nice to meet you again too."

[yomawiththeboma]

Wish You Were Never Mine

◈ NAMJOON X FEMALE READER

◈ SOULMATES AU

◈ CHAPTER 3: Better Chances (2k words)

◈ Find the story's masterlist HERE

After a long night full of crying and smoking weed, the sun decided to spread its rays indicating the start of a new day filled with new hopes for lucky and unlucky people. Both soulmates woke up feeling like they had been hit by a train.

Restlessness was easily seen in Y/N’s bloodshot eyes. She didn’t sleep much after meeting her soulmate, she can’t even remember his features clearly from the shock she was in. The lady shook her head not wanting to think about him now. Getting a cigarette from her back pocket she glanced at herself realizing that she had slept in the clothes she was in yesterday.

Getting up from the uncomfortable, old, and torn couch, Y/N went straight to the bed that was across the room. She looked at the young soul with pity in her eyes. Her sister slept peacefully on the uncomfortable mattress. Taking steps forward, the lady finally crouched next to Minjin on the floor, she carefully removed the blanket shaking the younger.

“Minjin-ah, wake up. It’s time for school.” the teenager tossed and turned a little before finally flattering her eyes open. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand whining at the smell of smoke in the early morning. “Sorry, baby.” she muttered before glancing at herself in the floor-length mirror that was perched beside the bathroom, her lips busted and her left eye too red for her liking. She looked at her white shirt that had dried blood before pulling it over her head and throwing it in the laundry basket. She was left in a black top and her black sweats.

While Minjin was getting ready, Y/N went to make the girl a small breakfast and prepare some sandwiches for her. How much she missed her mother’s presence in the house, the way she took care of them, the way her food tasted, and the way she made them feel loved and cared for. Her endless love for both of them. She didn’t want anything in return. Life was cruel and so was fate. She was matched with the worst man. He was a liar, a drunkard, and he was a cheater. He made love to strangers at night and worked in the morning to only spend his money on girls and beer. And in the end, he killed himself which caused the heartrending death of their loving mother. How much Y/N hated this soulmate system, it was pure bullshit. She couldn’t believe that something so fucked up tied your life with a stranger’s. They needed their mother back then, they were young, too young to face this cruel world alone.

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard the front door open revealing her friend who was ready in his blue sneakers and white shorts, ready to piss some teachers off at college. He entered the kitchen like he owned the house. Y/N continued her work as she placed a single plate on the counter that had an egg sandwich with a cup of milk beside it.

“There is no good morning for me?” Taehyung asked with a pout on his face. He sipped on the cold orange juice he had in his hand staring at the girl.

“No.” she rolled her eyes before Minjin joined the small gathering, “Come here and eat your breaky before heading to school.” she calmly said as she watched her sister sit on the chair and inhale her sandwich.

“That was the worst sandwich ever. Thank you very much and bye!” the rascal said before jumping from the chair and running to take her bag and leave with Taehyung.

Bidding their goodbyes, Taehyung took Minjin and left to go to school. Y/N looked at the door close before getting another cigarette and lighting it up.

Pulling on the very colorful shirt she stole from Taehyung over her black tank top she got ready to roam the dull streets of Seoul.

“So you didn’t get to talk to her?” Hoseok’s voice echoed in the empty house.

“Yes! She ran away! I can’t believe it, Hyung!” Namjoon yelled in frustration before coughing again for the millionth time, “And she has been smoking since yesterday till now! I can’t think straight and my lungs are squeezing like two balloons. I couldn’t sleep!!” he huffed, buttoning the white buttons of the sky blue shirt he wore.

“She really won’t stop, will she?” A long pause filled the place before Hoseok spoke again, “Don’t worry, we will find her soon, probably at the same place again.” Hoseok spoke again before shuffling was heard beside him, then a soft ‘good morning’ could be heard. That was their cue to end the call.

“We will talk after college, and send my greetings to Iseul Nonna.” Namjoon cut the call, brushing his brown locks he took his bag and left.

Namjoon’s mind was already filled with work and grades, and then Y/N’s sudden appearance didn’t make it any better. How much he wanted to run and hug her and hold her close and never let her go. He wants to give her all the love he has and more, he wants to treat her wounds and make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Take her out on the most beautiful dates and buy her all the things she wishes for. He just wants a simple life with a loving soulmate who would take care of him instead of the doctors he visited often ever since the tattoo appeared, someone who would call to just say ‘I love you’, someone who would cuddle till they fell asleep. But this unlucky man got a cold fighter who just ran away from him, didn’t give him a chance, and ruined his health.

He sighed as he noticed that he was already in front of the college’s building. Shaking his thoughts, he just entered the building and decided to think about this later, he has finals to study for.

“So you’re telling me that I will be paid more money for fighting and get a stable salary of seven million four hundred thousand won a month if I worked as a Cocktail Server in the morning in your Casino?” Y/N asked, not believing what she was hearing. She was getting ready to fight putting numbing cream on her face and hands when a gentleman clad in a black tuxedo walked to her with two bodyguards close behind him.

“I am a man of money and I see some potential in you. So, are you going to accept?” he asked, waiting for her to give him her final answer with a contract in hand waiting to be signed. “Keep in mind that your shift starts from nine till six in the morning.”

“Yeah, but I will need at least an hour break between my actual shift and before I start fighting.” she folded her arms to her chest staring intensely at the man, she needed to check on her sister between her shifts. She couldn’t just accept and show the man how desperate she was for this money.

“That’s no problem. You can have a break from twelve till one.” she nodded taking the contract and signing it.

“I will be there.” the man disappeared after.

Looking at the boy in front of her she cringed at how young he was. He was handsome and innocent. He seemed like he was in this position because of a stupid bet.

Getting in the position she heard the whistle before the boy was launching at her in a very childish way. A hit to the back of his knee kept him down till the whistle was heard. Hearing bullies she nodded to herself confirming her doubts.

The fifth round rolled and she was doing fairly well. No one hit her face yet or injured her. She drank some water before putting in more numbing cream. She knew from experience that even though she wasn’t injured yet anything could happen in the ring.

Just like she anticipated, a man double her size walked into the circle. Hearing the loud cheers disappear she took it upon herself to make them louder. People started betting siding with the male.

“Hey, are you sure of this one?” Taehyung whispered and she only nodded before getting up and getting into position.

Taehyung had an uneasy feeling about this. Something about the male standing in front of him made him feel uneasy and restless.

The loud whistle was heard and the man was quick to throw a punch but the girl swiftly moved to avoid it before a punch landed on her face. Shocked she looked at the male before landing a punch to the inside of his elbow making him furrow his eyebrows in pain and confusion.

They were almost seven minutes in and none of them were planning on losing. Y/N had a bleeding lip and a broken rib. She put her fists in front of her face as she inched closer to the male before dunking down and knocking him over. Hitting his inner arm and thighs she managed to keep him down for a minute before Taehyung was whistling indicating her win.

She got up limping to where Taehyung was waiting for her. Giving him a toothy smile full of blood he chuckled before his smile dropped and so did hers. Feeling her vision swim she heard loud shouting, everything around her was hazy, she felt like she was swimming underwater before her ears were whistling. She got up on her knees and hands looking at the nameless guy she was fighting minutes ago on top of her best friend beating the hell out of him.

She felt helpless, laying there on the street with her unstable vision and upset stomach. She felt that this was it, she was going to be beaten till death, but a faint memory of her getting beaten up until she couldn’t get up. Taehyung used to say just one thing, “Shin! Get the fuck up!”. With rewound determination, she sighed standing up again on her feet to face the gigantic man in front of her.

Looking at the chair she was once sitting on she got up taking it before swinging it on the male’s head. The male groaned, turning around and looking at her. He grabbed her by the shoulder, punching her shoulder before she was climbing on him, putting him in a headlock, and punching his face as she used to when she was training.

Blood trickled down her face as she got up, looking at the bloodied floor she backed down looking at the people cheering for her. She scoffed, getting a hold of her best friend who was whining at how he lost his left molar.

“Hey, it’s nothing.” she said looking at the teary-eyed Minjin.

She had wrapped her broken rib with an old shirt deciding that going to the doctor is gonna cost her a lot. A pack of ice on her face and another supporting her head. She had showered that day with nothing but blood going down her body.

That night was filled with nothing but comforting words from Minjin to Taehyung who had his left cheek swollen and to Y/n who was carefully bandaged almost looking like a mummy.

“Didn’t you stop these pills already?” Taehyung asked seeing her popping the illegal pill in her mouth with ease making him frown.

“I couldn’t handle feeling his emotions… especially after being beaten up like this. He… he just feels so fragile and depressing. I can’t stop feeling guilty for putting him in this situation. I really wish I was never his, nor he was ever mine. I believe he deserves better.” the atmosphere felt awkward as she said the words suffocating the two adults.

“I promise it will get better. Don’t worry.” with these simple words, Taehyung hugged Y/N in a comforting manner before drifting into slumber while cuddling each other with Minjin in the middle between the two friends.

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[10sof1000s]

So, serious question: why is everyone assuming Imogen’s talk with Nick at the end of HS S3 means she’s a lesbian?

I’m not saying she isn’t, but I genuinely don’t understand how y’all came to that conclusion so surely. I know she said she doesn’t think she’s ever liked a boy, but it’s not like she said she’s ever liked a girl either.

Personally, I related very deeply to what she admitted to Nick, which according to many is an example of comphet. I’m a cis woman who’s had a very long journey to figure out I’m aroace-spec.

When I was in high school, I had two boyfriends - one short-term and one long-term. Both were ended by me. And both ended badly. When I was in college, I tried the casual sex thing with two different guys. Both of those situationships ended badly and for very messy reasons as well. I’m able to look back now and admit that I’m not sure I liked any of these guys the way I was taught to think I did at the time. I might’ve had a bit of a crush at the beginning, sure, but I didn’t actually want the resulting relationships or situationships. I certainly didn’t want the sex, though I did it anyway, most likely because all my friends were telling me dating a guy for a year (at 16-17 years old) without having sex with him yet was crazy self-control for both of us. That told me I should want sex, whether I actually felt I did or not.

I do have specific feelings for certain people. Like a crush or an attraction, though I don’t necessarily want romantic relationships or sex with these people. It does tend to be predominantly members of the male population, but I’ve also been attracted to females and non-binary individuals occasionally. But that could also be down to my neurodivergence (AuDHD), as the strongest attraction I feel comes in the form of hyperfixation, usually on a celebrity and usually an actor. For instance, I’m currently hyperfixated on Kit Connor. During the summer, it was Jonathan Bailey. The whole year before him, it was Dylan O’Brien. And Xavier Samuel was the longest-running hyperfixation I’ve ever had. But instead of imagining romance or sex, these guys are more like muses. I watch any material available of them non-stop, I learn facts and trivia about them, I look at pics of them, I obsess over them. And then I typically use them as characters in stories that I write in my head. Sometimes I actually write them down, though I’ve never finished one. And though the hyperfixation may eventually fade or be replaced by someone else, I still carry that attraction for them, like real memories I look back on fondly. Anyway, I probably got off-topic here and if you’re still reading, I sincerely appreciate it.

So I guess my point is couldn’t Imogen have a similar story to mine, like realizing she’s on the aroace spectrum? Couldn’t her admission of not liking guys result in her finding out more about herself other than being a lesbian? Did anyone else have the thought that her self-discovery could lead to something other than a sapphic storyline? Again, I mean no harm or offense if my line of thinking and questioning is so to anyone out there. I’m genuinely trying to learn about how others are forming their opinions versus mine. And if Imogen comes out as lesbian, I absolutely support that. She’s a sweet character who deserves to find the truth about herself. Thanks to anyone who replies with their thoughts!

[goodluckclove]

Tell me about your suffering is art stance. I wish to know. Please and thank you. <3

Man you know I never thought I would openly talk about this part of my life because it was a nosedive that took me literal YEARS to recover from. But I'm seeing a close friend of mine go down the same path despite watching me almost sink into the void, so apparently this isn't universal information.

Storytime, dear ones. And it starts here. TW for mania, derealization, substance abuse, kind of parental abuse, and ultimately suicide related stuff.

This is an issue of Content magazine from 2016. It's a popular arts magazine from the Bay Area of California. Flip through it, it's neat! The arts scene in San Jose and around that area is small, but very dedicated.

Now go to page 56-57. The headline for the interview is "Miranda and the Young Outlaws". I did not choose the headline. I did not decide to have my photo be the only one in color. I was, at one point, Miranda, and at the time of that photo I am 19 years old.

I've been a novelist since 12, but at 16 I got into playwriting. It was instant validation. People thought I was good at it, and I was - though good in a way I don't believe applies anymore. Google my full dead name and you'll see some short plays of mine. Some short stories. I don't really mind putting my full dead name out there, mostly because I worked hard for all of that and would rather not let it die forever. So have at it.

If you read this interview you'd probably be impressed. Maybe envious at the depiction of independent creativity being validated at such a young age. A few notes from my present self:

- when Miranda referenced the rehearsal on the street outside the coffee shop, she neglected to include how once her actors finished the final scene, she laid down on the dirty sidewalk with no warning and began to weep from exhaustion. The cast, her friends from high school, most of them still IN highschool, gathered around her and struggled to calm her down.

- when she describes her "house of recovery" she doesn't mention that her "recovering addict" parents got her hooked on medical cannabis to stop her nightly, hyperventilating panic attacks. Not everyone who smokes weed is addicted. Miranda was for three years.

- "when you're young and you find an art form you're really passionate about it helps you emotionally..." The reporter misquoted Miranda here. It HURTS you. That's what she said. It. Hurts. You.

- I considered the other people in that group photo the most important people in my life. None of them talk to me anymore. I get it, though.

The Young Outlaws was my legacy at the time. We did The Muses, and it was one of the most profound experiences of my life. Then after that I had a complete, screaming mental breakdown the night before our Halloween show.

I was working five jobs at the time. I dropped out of school to focus on theater. I didn't eat much, and every other weekend I wrote a new full-length script in the span of less than two days. I was insane and miserable constantly, but that's what an artist is, isn't it? Someone who suffers? Isn't that what it means to put in effort?

It's crazy, but that brainwashing runs so strong that as I write this it's hard not to think that I was somehow STRONGER back then.

I didn't stop so my body stopped for me. I shut everything down over a video on the Facebook group for my troupe that I filmed while lying on the couch, and then I just kept lying on the couch for days. Then weeks. I have a memory of lying on the patio at dusk, looking up at the clouds pass and wishing desperately that I had enough energy to kill myself.

I didn't write. I didn't write for a long time.

But that's what an artist is...right?

It got better when I stopped smoking weed. As I kept going to therapy and adjusted my medication. Then my foundation broke again and I walked out of the show in Santa Cruz I was emceeing for and made an attempt that landed me in the psych ward for a week.

I did write a play there in the notebook they gave us. A friend I made in the unit gave me the title. If I ever make a Patreon or something I'll put it up there because it's good but it's too painful to ever hear aloud.

Listen. Please listen. Lean in close like we're children sharing a secret.

Suffering isn't cool. It is not helpful. It. Will. Not. Help. You. Not in relationships, not in life, especially not in art. Do not make an identity out of pain that you can get ease or erase entirely. If you are an artist with ANY sort of neurodivergence, you do not have the luxury to be the picture of the Tortured Artist.

Mania shows through artistic pursuit. Same with depression. Same with anger and delusion. But people expect artists to be weird and a little unstable and edgy, so what's the problem?

The problem is I'm dying. The problem is that I could've died. The problem is that so many other artists have.

Writing can still be hard. You can write something that's painful. But if your writing is always hard, always painful, always lonely and doubtful and you never walk away feeling proud of yourself - something is wrong. You need to reframe the way you think about yourself in relationship to your art. This is not an option. The alternatives are that you either don't make art, or you make a few works that some people might find so amazing that they talk about how much of a shame it was that you died early.

A few brave people have shared their writing with me and I've been thrilled and impressed. I'm seeing things that should be on bookshelves. I'm looking up short story journals and practically begging them to submit. To them, to you, to me, and to Miranda, I say this:

Your craft is your heart. It can feel, but it doesn't have to break to be worthy. People don't study the tragic greats because they were drunk and high and mean, they study them because they had a beautiful heart and it is an immense loss that it was shattered so soon. Please don't become another tragedy. Please find a way to listen to your craft and your body with sympathy and tenderness.

Please? For me?

[rattlyglitch]

Welcoming the Wonderful, Mysterious, Mythical, Magical Mister Mim

(I may have started another four chapter short story about Diasmonia. Each chapter is in the perspective one one of the different characters. The first chapter is Silver. Enjoy!)

Rumors of a transfer student from Briar Valley had been whispering around the school for months. The transfer student was told to be a powerful mage followed with that he had once actually met the Queen of Briar Valley. The rumors caught the attention of Sebek, Silver, Malleus, and Lilia alike. None of the four knew who this possible newcomer could be.

Lilia seemed the most interested and had tried to get answers from all the other students he could and even the teachers and Headmage Crowley. Still, nothing was heard about the student until the month of Halloween while Silver was attending his regular classes. At the beginning of the month, a student arrived at the school.

His hair was light purple and wildly curly and his eyes were a bright green color. The student had his books held closely to him and he wore the green outfit of a Diasmonia student. "It is a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Manfred Sparrow. My friends call me Mim though." Lilia had a look of realization when he saw Manfred. Class continued as usual but after Lilia hurried over to Mim.

"Oh Mim it's so wonderful to see you. I haven't seen you since my general days. How have you been?" Silver raised an eyebrow when Lilia greeted Mim so kindly. "He worked alongside you?" Lilia smiled widely when Silver asked. "Yes, he did. He was a general alongside me. After everything happened though Mim just disappeared. I never saw him again afterward." Mim looked up at Silver.

"Yes, I had to go away for a bit of time. But you see unlike Lilia knew. The forest I lived in was heavily damaged that is why I left so quickly without telling anyone else why I had left." Lilia's eyes widened by what Mim said. "Oh, why didn't you tell us what had happened? I and the others could have helped you Mim. We would have so readily." Mim simply shook his head no.

"I wouldn't have wanted to trouble you with those simple problems. It only took a few hundred years to fix the forest and I would have hated to hold anyone else back from their futures. I can tell that you Lilia have had a wonderful future. I heard from a little body that you had adopted a son. I'm guessing this silver-haired boy is yours?" Lilia eagerly nodded and hugged Silver. "He is indeed mine. He's grown up so well too. Did you raise any children Mim? Or go on to have a family?" Mim gave a small smile.

"I was and am fine with it being myself and the animals I live within the forest. They are all I need and I am all they need. We coexist happily." Sebek looked at Mim confused. "How are you still living if you worked alongside Lilia though? You are human like SIlver." The question got his foot stomped on by Silver who seemed displeased with the question.

"That reason is simple. I am a well-known mage for a reason. I have found ways to keep myself healthy, youthful, and most importantly cute like Lilia next to me. Oh, our history goes far back. I was the only human to ever fight with the fae during Lilia's general days or in anyone's general days." Silver was quite interested in what Mim had spoken.

"I believed that all fae had hated humans?" Mim gave a nod. "That is indeed true. I was thought to have been dead before the fae and human war broke out into something bigger than it was. But you see now I am here and well and oh so pleased to be reunited with dear Lilia." Silver watched as his father and Mim talked as they walked. The somehow long-living human sure was a wonder. Mim interested Silver because he had lived long before. Silver had never had any interest in his mortality but if there was just some way to ensure that a human could live longer maybe just maybe Silver could find a way to protect Malleus even after his death.

"Silver you've been staring off again! You have to be on full alert how many times must I tell you this!" Sebek voiced annoyance. Silver shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. "I apologize Sebek. I had been thinking about something. I will be more attentive." Sebek seemed pleased by what Silver had said and continued to walk on. Silver made sure to keep up as well as the group went to the Diasmonia dorm room. "Oh, why this dorm is so splendid and handsome? I can't wait to see which room I'm placed in."

Mim's room turned out to be next o Lilia's. The room after all has been vacant for some time. Unlike SIlver had expected the room seemed to be clean and clear with no sign of being unused for however many years it had sat idly. "Mim let me help you get settled. We can catch up while Silver, and Sebek go out to training." Silver had almost forgotten that he had the training to do that day. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoons Malleus and Father. Let's leave them Sebek."

Sebek seemed flabbergasted by the way Silver was talking but quickly said goodbye to Malleus and Lilia before hurrying after Silver. Silver kept silent and ignored Sebek's pestering as the two of them went out to the training field. Both adorned themselves with their swords before they began to go against one another. "I don't understand something Silver" Sebek spoke up as he dodged a slice of Silver's sword.

"Why were you in such a hurry to leave Lilia and Master Malleus? It was almost as if you were in a hurry to not have to greet our new dorm mate." Silver hummed before playing a good strike on Sebek's sword. "I don't know why but something is offputting about Mim I guess. Why would he have acted like he died? What did he do while away? Mim said he didn't repair his forest until after the war." Silver took down his guard some and looked at Sebek. "I know it may seem rude since I haven't asked him these questions yet but Mim feels untrustworthy."