#okay that’s all the fic announcements I got for today lol!

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…aaaand I have ANOTHER story idea for ya’ll!! 🤩

Okay, so this one is going to be yet another One-Shot, it’s Gwuncan related and…yeah, I think that’s all I’m gonna say about it hehe! 🤭 The one hint that I’ll give out for this fic will be this picture here… 👀

Stay tuned for this one too!! <3

[sunrizef1]

big reputation pt 3

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader

Warnings: Kelly piquet? Slight violence, canon divergent (Logan has a seat lmfao)

Authors Note: from now on every fic I post will be considered a period piece because I am NOT taking Logan out of that seat.

Pt1 Pt2

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📍Cardiff, Wales

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yourusername Cardiff, you were wonderful!!!!! We had never played a show in Wales before but we will definitely be back again! We all had a great time ✨ Thank you so much for coming out and having the night of your lives with me, I'm so grateful for every single one of you! 🖤 I’ll see you soon, Edinburgh…📸

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user1 I love you queen

user2 guys… I miss the drivers

user3 they miss one show like every two weeks and y'all say this every time 😭😭😭

user3 and they'll probably be back next week in Hungary anyway! 😭

user2 but that's like only one or two drivers or just their girlfriends or just f1-related people, its not the same 😭 I need them all together again 😭🙏

user4 my show 🥰

user5 we need more shows in wales…

yourusername ...✌️

user5 TWO??? AS IN LEG 2??? MORE CARDIFF SHOWS NEXT YEAR???

user6 RATATATATATATATATATATATA

user7 the camera emoji after Edinburgh??? And the dots?? …Ready for it? Music video announcement in Edinburgh???

charles_leclerc ✨🖤

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user8 Logan going out of his way to make it to Cardiff... Not beating the boyfriend allegations

user9 THIS WAS MY SHOWWWWW

fernandoaloofficial Very good!!! 👍 🖤

yourusername thank you, Nando 🫶🏻

user10 🐍🐍🐍

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damn he really is down bad

I'm assuming you mentioned the flowers once and he immediately bought them for you?

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That would be correct, yes

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thought so 🙂‍↕️

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📍Antwerp, Belgium

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yourusername Antwerp!!! This was one of the greatest shows of my life, the crowd was absolutely electric!!! We also got a rain show, which are always my favorites ☔ We also introduced my new favourite idea, mashing-up surprise songs, which is something I am so excited to continue and you all seemed very excited so I am thrilled!! 🫶

Next up, Amsterdam ☝️ 🇳🇱🇳🇱

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user11 WOOOOOOO

user12 I was there 🙂‍↕️🙏

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user13 guyssss I got mine x stay stay stay!!!! We won! 🥰

user14 I 🫶 rain shows

user15 guys notice how there's three exclamation marks… twice… 3… 3… 33… max’s old number… and then the ☝️ emoji… its a 1… max’s current number… Netherlands is next… she uses two exclamation marks at the end… two Dutch flags… Logans number is two…

user16 are you mentally okay

user15 no

user17 no drivers… what if I kms

user18 but we got the wags!!! 🥰

user17 and if I said y/n was the one true wag

user17 what then

user18 you would be correct 🙂‍↕️ 2️⃣🇺🇸

user19 wait the surprise song thing is so cute!!!!

user20 she's so prettyyyyy

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user21 I was here!!! When I tell you everyone gasped so hard when she started singing stay stay stay in the middle of mine, we were all screaming!!!

user22 LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

alexandrasaintmleux ❤️

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user23 girl I did not know mash-ups were an option 😭

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The best trio 🥰

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Correct 🤭🙂‍↕️

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I'm so glad you're here 😭😭😭

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Me too 😭😭😭

lilymhe

I need you back in Williams ☹️

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Soon…🤭

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Repping Ferrari today….

Betrayal doesnt look cute on you

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you'll be okay darling 💋

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No ☹️

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Stay safe mija

you're going behind enemy lines

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Lol, thanks Nando

I'll be safe

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Just look out for anyone in orange….

They're a suspicious bunch

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I will 🫡

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📍Amsterdam, Netherlands

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yourusername Amsterdam, you were so lovely!!! I'll admit I was a little nervous for these two shows but you all showed me so much kindness and these crowds will definitely go down as two of my favourites of all time 🫶 I had a really great time and I really felt so connected to every person in that stadium, I can't thank you enough for everything 🤍

But these shows made me realize how much we've grown this past year. Reputation was such a scary project for me and the reception from you all was so much better than I expected. Its been a year of love and I'm so thankful that you've stuck by me, you don't know how much it means 🤍🫶

So thank you to the drivers, to my friends and family, to the crew, to Jack, to Lewis, Charles and Logan and, most of all, to you, the fans. I love you 🤍

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user24 wait night one was wild

user25 as someone who was night one, the atmosphere when people found max was crazy 😭😭😭 so much yelling 😭

user26 RIGHT like I was upper bowl and had no idea what everyone was yelling about 😭

user27 IS THAT LAST PICTURE HER BF

user27 FOLLOW UP QUESTION: IS THAT LOGAN

user28 LMAO the middle finger in the last picture, she really hates max 😭

user29 why did she talk about love so much during the show and then in the caption…

user30 conspiracy theory: its their anniversary

lilymhe 💋💋💋

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user31 that second pic is so cute 🥹

lewishamilton thanks for the shoutout 😎

yourusername thank YOU for everything lew 🤍

user32 out of all the drivers she chose to name three specifically: Lewis (who featured on the album and also has producer credits), Charles (who featured and has all the piano credits), and Logan, (who…. Was the muse for the album???)🫣

user33 wait why is no one talking about how crazy the max thing is

user34 yeah every ones talking about Logan but the m*x appearance is actually insane behaviour

user35 girl I read jack and fully thought she meant doohan 😭

user36 WAIT who did she mean??? I also thought she meant doohan 😭😭😭

user35 jack antonoff girl 😭

fernandoalo_official proud of you mija ❤️

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user36 I adore them 😭

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📍Las Vegas, Nevadaa

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yourusername about a year and a half ago, I thought my life was over. I was betrayed by the very same people I thought were my forever.

But, after months of hiding, I ran into you at a dive bar deep in the city of Miami and suddenly my forever was you. You were in your buzzcut phase and I had just bleached my hair. You recognized me, of course. We'd met a couple of times and I'd always thought kindly of you. We started to talk and hours passed without us even noticing. I'm not sure where your friends had gone but looking back at it now, I'm glad they left because I can't imagine the conversation we had being joined by other people. It was already vaguely awkward enough.

I wasn't exactly lighting up the room that night. It had been a rough couple of months and I'd only gone out in hopes of finding a sliver of happiness. Thank god I did because it brought me to now, where I'm the happiest I've ever been. It brought me to you.

You, my love, are so wonderful and beautiful and talented and I honestly can't believe you're mine. Thank you so much for sticking beside me and becoming my forever muse. I could go on and on about the lyrics I've written about you but I think I'll just keep that for the next album 🫣

We went from hiding out in hotel rooms, curtains drawn tightly so paparazzi couldn't see and taking back roads to the studio to avoid anyone who might recognize us to you coming to every single show and me getting to sing to you and every single night.

From the new years parties in New York to the bouquets in Dublin and to the rings in Las Vegas 💍, I love you forever, Lo 🤍

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user37 AWWWWWWWWWW

user38 THIS IS INSANEEEEE

user39 the hardest of hard launches!!! 🥰

user40 WAIT WHAT

lilymhe congratulations love! No one deserves this happiness more than you 🤍🥰

yourusername lilyyyy 🥹🫶

user41 IM SOBBING MY PARENTSSSSSS

user42 THE CLIP OF CHARLES CRYING AFTER SHE SHOWS THE RING?????? MEEEEE

charles_leclerc congrats ange, so happy for you ❤️

yourusername forever grateful for your super secret spy work last year, none of this could’ve happened without you 🤍

charles_leclerc 🫡

user42 OHHHHH Charles was digging for info on max that’s why he was friends with him last year 😭

lancestroll 🥳🥳🥳

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user43 this is adorable 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux me and Lily are planning the bachelorette party as we speak 🥳🎉

yourusername as long as you guys are there it will be perfect 🥹🤍

user44 AWWWWWWW OMG

carlossainz congrats!! 😎💍

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landonorris LETS GOOOOO

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oscarpiastri now that you're engaged I can finally yell you that he's legit had a crush on you for years. I couldnt get away from the sound of him playing Fearless over and over and over again

yourusername he's adorable. And it sounds like you're… complaining????

oscarpiastri nope ofc not, fearless is great, aoty for a reason, best country album of all time, I'd never complain 🙂‍↔️🫡

yourusername thanks osc 🤍

alex_albon did u like ur proposal…? 😽

yourusername I've been informed of your involvement and am pleased to tell you that the proposal was wonderful. Thank you Alex 🫶

alex_albon well flowers can't arrange themselves 🫡 congrats y/n

alex_albon we’re grateful to have you in the Williams family 🤍

user45 my forever muse 😭

user46 the parallels between this caption and the five year one for m*x 😭

logansargeant you’re the love of my life and I’m so grateful for the time we’ve had together 🤍 I love you so much darling and I’m so proud to get the honor of calling you my wife 🤍🤍🤍 😊

yourusername love you lo 🤍🥹

user47 oh my god they’re so in love, I’m so happy that y/n got to have this relationship after everything with max 🥹🤍

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My forever boy 💍

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I love you baby 🤍😊

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𝟏𝟑 ♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

it’s been a year since you and jisung parted ways, but he can’t help but still think of what used to be.

PAIRING: han jisung x reader (slight felix x reader)

GENRE: angst

WARNINGS: none

DISCLAIMER: this is 100% fiction and doesn’t portray how the featured idols act in reality, this is made purely for entertainment.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k (not proofread)

a/n: late night short fic cuz i got bored lol…… i’ll proofread this tmrw when i’m actually FULLY conscious and not half asleep😭 hopefully this actually makes sense when i reread this tmrw haha…

Jisung hates the number 13.

In the far back corner of the cafe, there sat Jisung with nothing but an Arnold Palmer in front of him—the cold precipitation from the drink stuck onto the glass— and his songwriting book. The place was a bit busier than usual, with people coming in and out of the front door, some staying for a while, some leaving right away. He assumed there were more customers since it was raining outside, the drops of the rain clashing with the window imitating that of a cat’s paw hitting the floorboards as it runs across a room.

Today, exactly 14 years ago, marked the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. But exactly a year ago, was the day that you decided to break up with him, tainting this day he used to assimilate with love and happiness, replacing it with sorrow and heartbreak.

And there was nothing he wanted to do more than to go back in time and fight harder for you to stay.

He could recall the memory of that day rather vividly, and it made him want to throw up just thinking about it.

The two of you walked down the dim streets of Korea hand in hand, but silent. Not a single word was uttered. You have been distant the past few weeks leading up to that dreadful moment, and he had no idea why. You sat him down on a bench located in a park and announced that you wanted to break up.

“I want to break up.”

“Wha… What? Why?” Jisung stiffened and looked into your eyes in disbelief. “It’s our 13th anniversary today… What do you mean?”

“You’re not happy with me.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m happy with you!” Jisung’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as he reached out for your hand to hold it.

“You say that, but your actions say otherwise.” You laughed weakly, looking down and away from his gaze. “I don’t make you happy. Not anymore. You just don’t want to leave me because I’m all you’ve ever known, and you hate change.”

Silence.

You took that as a chance to keep going. “You love the memories we had together, but you don’t love me. At least, you don’t love me the same way I love you.” Your voice was filled with pain as you trembled, doing everything you could to keep it together and not break down.

“Oh.” Was all he had to say.

“I’ve seen the way you look at that one friend of yours. I’m not stupid. You look at her with the same sparkle in your eyes that used to be for me.” You palmed your hand into fists, tears finally falling freely from your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d notice. I didn’t even think I would like her that much.” Jisung muttered with pity, staring down at your crying figure and observing the way you so desperately tried to stay calm, but failed.

Your body was wracked with sobs, and you could feel your chest hurting and your throat burning.

It brought Jisung to panic.

“I’ll stay with you. I won’t leave you for her, I’m yours okay? Please don’t cry.” He frowned and bent down to hug you, but he was pushed away.

“No. I don’t need you to stay out of pity, Jisung. I’ve given you everything I could, but it still wasn't enough. I can’t make you happy, and I shouldn’t be selfish and keep you to myself just because I love you.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You can’t control your feelings. You stayed respectful to me even if I couldn’t provide you with the needs you wanted, and I’m more than grateful for that.”

That day, he walked you home for the very last time, and that was the last time he has ever laid eyes on you. Despite living in the same area country, you guys haven’t seen each other since.

To say he regrets that day was an understatement.

He tried hitting it off with the girl he thought he gained feelings for, but no matter what they did together, all he was able to think of was you.

The mere infatuation he felt for her was nothing to the love he held for you and only you, and he cursed himself every day without fail for letting you go.

He tried contacting you before, but you blocked him on everything the day it happened to protect your peace, and your friends refused to give him any information about you.

Jisung wanted to blame you for giving up so easily, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew it would be a lie. You would never give up without fighting for it, and it was a fight that you have been fighting with yourself in silence for a long time.

He knew that you did this to do what you both thought was the best for him at that time, and it hurt to think about how you didn’t believe that you were the best for him.

Jisung wrote in his songbooks, being lyrical as he always is. He tuned the entire world out, hyper-focusing on the paper in front of him. Every gentle stroke of ink from his pen was for you. He wrote song after song endlessly in hopes that his music would reach you, find you in ways he wasn’t able to. He sings to the world that he knows as you, hoping for even the smallest signs that you’ve heard all words he was unable to say to you through his music.

He has known you since you guys were children, you weren’t lying when you said that you were all he ever knew. The two of you grew up together, learned how to love each other at only age 13, and have spent every day and moment with each other.

You were inseparable until you weren’t.

Jisung missed you more than words could tell.

With every day that passed, the more his hope that you would come back, fades.

That was until he heard a familiar voice. The same tranquilizing and hypnotizing voice he had known for as long as he could remember.

Your voice.

Jisung’s head shot up as you spoke to the cashier at the front who was taking your order. His eyes were wide like platters, and he could feel himself falling in love with you again just by looking.

You had just finished ordering and paying, so you sat down on one of the free tables, unaware of the pair of doe eyes admiring you.

He was captivated by you, just like he always has been in the past. You had cut your long hair short, you wore makeup that accentuated your natural features instead of hiding them, and your fashion had improved immensely. You looked like you were doing great, and he was glad. He never wanted you to ever feel sad.

Jisung quickly packed his stuff up and shoved it into his crossbody bag, getting ready to stand up and walk to you.

You were finally in his line of sight again, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to win you back.

“Y/N? Hey haha, it’s been a while.” Jisung approached you with a bashful smile as you looked up at him with a shocked expression.

“Ji? Oh my god, hey!”

Your heart skipped a beat.

And so did his.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you since… yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and you giggled at his antics.

“I’ve been good, how about you? You still look as good as ever.” You got up from your chair to hug him, but only for a brief moment before you pulled back.

Jisung fought the urge to pull you right back in.

“You look amazing. I’ve been good too, life has been a little dull though, not gonna lie.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, the look of longing reciprocated between one another.

“Can I take you out? On a date?” Jisung blurted out while blushing profusely. “I miss you.”

You stayed quiet as a pang of hurt and yearning hit your heart. “…I—”

“Sorry for taking so long, had to find parking.” A deep voice interrupted what you were about to say, and the arm belonging to said voice wrapped around your shoulder.

Jisung’s eyes flickered back and forth between you and the man, anger bubbling inside from how close he was to you.

“Hey babe, who’s this?” He smiled at Jisung, whose eye twitched when he heard the nickname.

“Hi, baby!!! This is Jisung, an old friend of mine. Jisung, this is Felix, my boyfriend.” You smiled awkwardly as Felix stretched out his arm and shook his hand. His face was adorned with freckles and his long hair was bleached to a light neutral blonde, he looked like a god.

Jisung swore that he was able to hear his own heart crack.

This was the closest he’s ever had you in an entire year, yet you were so far away.

How could he have let you stray so far from him?

“Hi Jisung, it’s nice to meet you! Are you going to hang around?” He greeted sweetly, offering the chair across the table.

Jisung felt sick to his stomach. He doesn’t know why he expected you to be single, of course you had a boyfriend now. You were incredible, and he could bet that you’re still the same. If not, more so.

“…No. I just came to say hi. It was nice meeting you too, but I’m gonna get going. Bye, Y/N.” Jisung smiled sadly, and without wasting a single second, he rushed to leave before the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, escape.

‘I shouldn’t have come here.’ Jisung thought to himself. It was pouring out by now, and the rain didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. Despite the weather conditions, he refused to go under a shade and stay still.

Still, he ran wherever his legs took him. Memories of the two of you together flashed through his mind like a slideshow, each memory attacking his heart with regret and anguish. Memories that now fill him with despair—when just a year ago, these same memories filled him with happiness and love.

Love story. No, this isn’t a love story. Love is kind, and love is patient. Love is sweet, and love is beautiful. And you were just that. You embodied love like second nature, and love came to you.

You, who was once a person who never failed to put him in a state of sweet serenity. You, who was once a person who he would run to whenever something happened. You, who was once the calm center of the storm he called life. You, who was once a person who loved him ceaselessly. And you, who now belongs to somebody who doesn’t make you doubt his feelings for you the way he did.

I still love you. Four words that lingered on the tip of Jisung’s tongue and pen, but never voiced aloud.

This was a story about love, but this wasn’t a love story.

Jisung hates the number 13.

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[glorysalazar]

No Duolingo, no problem

Jere Pöyhönen / Käärijä x Fem! Reader

Summary: You moved to Finland a few weeks ago and can't seem to feel at home: you're starting at a new job, you don't understand the language, you're kind of going through a break up... One tired and cold evening you head into the first bar you can find and briefly meet a cute guy you can't stop thinking about for the next few weeks. You try to forget about him, but when you go back to the same bar for some random gig your coworkers have invited you to go to, you find him again. [This takes place way before Eurovision]

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: English isn't my first language and I got a little lazy mid writing. Also they smoke a vape oops (seriously now don't do it it's shit for your health). Maybe smut implications at the end?

A/N: I didn't know what to name this lmao. I cannot believe I wrote fanficiton for the first time in YEARS because I fell in love with a Finnish guy after watching Eurovision. Anyway, I noticed an enormous shortage of Jere fics and decided to risk my final exams to serve the people. I hope it's worth it! Also apologies if the Finnish translation is shit I used a random website for it lol

Glossary:

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi" -> "Sorry, you dropped your coat"

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä" -> "Jere, we are sitting at the back table"

"Olen tulossa" -> "I'm on my way"

"Hetkinen, kiitos!" -> "One moment, please!"

"Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua" -> "Jere, you're on in ten minutes"

"Minä menen nyt" -> "Coming"

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" -> "Hi everyone, how are we doing today?"

"Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella" -> "Thank you, Mikko, I really appreciate it"

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" -> "How dare she come here?"

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" -> "We'll have to make use of it"

"Mikä on sana?" -> "What's the word?"

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It was cold. Hell, it was colder than she could have ever imagined before coming here. Sure, she had checked the country's temperatures before moving, researched online about what to expect for someone who was used to easy winters, had bought the fuzzy-fur-on-the-inside-boots and the heavy jacket and all that was recommended to face the never-ending snowing. But still, it somehow hadn't been enough.

A job offer and the need to find some new purpose to latch onto had led (Y/N) here. Now three weeks in, with no friends and hardly a place to call her home had helped regret start to settle in. So many things felt out of her control: the way her colleagues seemed to think she was a mess, the cashiers at the supermarket sighing because she still didn't understand the language, everyone from her hometown rolling their eyes when she announced she was leaving in a way that meant you're not gonna make it.

Yet being thrown outside her comfort zone, and being forced to move on however she could manage, made her feel at least some kind of thrive. Which was far more than she had back home.

As she walked down the street for some place to find shelter in, hands shaking and breaths almost uneven, a neon sign caught her attention. Even though she couldn't figure out the name, it looked like a pretty okay bar. She didn't need much convincing anyway; anything would do to get out of this freezing gale. She made her way in.

The warmth was a instant relief. Stripping down from the many layers of upper clothes, she took a quick glance to check the place out. Not many people, which was fair for a Wednesday evening. There was low music playing, mild chatter and a bunch of people sitting alone in the stools, which was a relief. At least she wouldn't be the only one.

As she ordered a beer (one of the few phrases she had made sure to master) she felt her hands come alive again. The beverage came along and she took a long, much anticipated sip. It tasted significantly different from the brands she was used to, but it was just fine. Alcohol is alcohol.

Finally feeling at ease, she took her phone out and started mindlessly scrolling through social media to kill some time. It was still early in the evening since she had just gotten out from work. An extra challenging day is what had led her to wander outside for a bit instead of heading back to the dull apartment she hadn't even been able to decorate yet. Going home right after would've led her to start overthinking if this job was even right for her, if she had gone crazy by moving hundreds of kilometres away from what she's always known, if her ex-girlfriend had been right when she accused her of being too impulsive, if it would be such a bad thing to give it up already and leave—

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi", she heard a voice say behind her.

When she turned around to give her "sorry I still don't speak Finnish" speech, she was met with a blue-eyed, dark-haired, funky but sweet looking guy holding her jacket, which she now understood had fallen to the floor. It caught her by surprise that she somehow forgot how to speak for a brief moment.

"Oh! Thank you, I hadn't noticed it was on the floor" she ended up answering, taking the jacket back as the man handed it to her with a confused look in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not from here. I don't speak Finnish yet" she added with a small chuckle.

"No, don't worry, Finnish, uh- hard language to learn" he answered through an amusing smile, with a thick accent and a clear struggle to speak English.

She half laughed at his answer. Until now, people hadn't been so kind about the language-barrier impediment. "Yes, it is a little bit", she followed, now taking in his appearance.

Painted nails. Double nose piercings. Earrings. Facial hair. A bowl cut? Interesting choice, but it suited him surprisingly well. Her brain decided through that brief examination: he was cute. Attractively cute.

"You can try Duolingo. I use for my English, but don't work very very well" the man said the second part more as a correction to himself, making both of them laugh from the random half advice. He tried to fix it: "Maybe for you works better".

"Maybe. I'll check it out. Thank you again" her response was going to be followed by an invitation for him to sit down with her, as she felt a sudden wave of boldness: I need to make some friends in this town or else I'll go crazy. But a group of three other guys that had come in after him caught her stranger's attention.

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä", one of them said to him, while walking to a table at the back corner of the bar.

"Olen tulossa" he turned around to answer, then looked at her once more, "I go now with my friends. Enjoy your beer" he smiled and small-waved goodbye, as she copied his gesture. "Enjoy your evening".

That small interaction was enough for her to spend the next half hour looking up from her phone, which she had retreated to, to glance at him from time to time. His group of friends and him seemed to be having a good time, and she enjoyed the view of him. He looked like a very interesting person, too, and if she was being honest, she hadn't been struck by someone new in quite some time. Not by her neighbors, not by the people she was starting to coincide with at the grocery shop, not even by her co-workers.

She noticed him looking at her from time to time as well.

When her glass was empty and just as the clock on her phone struck seven, she got up and got prepared to face the freezing wind once again. At least it wasn't that long of a walk to her place.

She lingered for a moment before exiting the bar, then finally did so while warning herself not to get too caught up on the nice stranger she suddenly felt she was leaving behind. It was just a one minute interaction. You probably won't see him again. Quit this teenager act. Focus on the important tasks ahead of you.

It was already pitch black outside, snow accumulated on the sidewalks, the air was even colder than before.

Excitement started to bubble up in the pit of her stomach.

...

Two weeks had gone by and although she had been meaning to return to the bar, she just hadn't find the time to do so. Once the job's training period ended, the hectic rythm started. In her free time, when she wasn't taking care of the house or just resting, she was trying to find some language academy where she could actually properly learn Finnish. Cute guy had been right: Duolingo just didn't do the trick.

She had hoped he would appear around the neighborhood, that maybe he lived nearby. But there had been no luck. It was fine, though. She knew she would let go of it rather quickly at that point, it's not like she had been thinking about his addictive smile or pretty eyes or soft-looking hands. Not at all.

It was Friday, and some acquaintances from work she had managed to pull off had invited her to a small gig. She didn't even remember the musician's name nor did she know where it was going to be, but nevertheless she was happy to go and actually get to have some fun with other people. Who knows, cute guy might even be there.

She didn't even realize they were headed to the bar until they were right in front of it. Inside, a small stage platform had been set up and tables and chairs had been removed to make space for the audience. It wasn't very spacey anyway, the place could hold about a hundred people squeezed together tops.

"Huh, hadn't even thought of this place as a venue" she let her thoughts trail out loud.

"Have you been here before?" her coworker Aubrey, who she had slightly bonded with because she was also a foreigner, asked her. "Only once" the girl explained, already searching for a certain someone's face in the crowd. "So, who have you brought me to see tonight?" she asked, in the hopes of at least getting some conversation non-work related flowing. "I don't really know, coming here was Mikko's idea. He's always trying to get us into these weird small rap-rock Finnish bands, and listen, I've lived here for over a year now and I still don't really get the hype" Aubrey explained making both of them laugh "But it always ends up being fun when we go out" she added.

The rest of the group had moved forward to get a good spot near the humble stage, as Mikko babbled on and on about nonsense the two women couldn't figure out from the distance. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom real quick. Mind saving me a place?" (Y/N) asked her colleague, who answered affirmatively.

She made her way through the crowd in between "excuse me's" and "sorry's" but got there with quite ease. One of the two toilet doors had a sign that read "Out of order", so she knocked on the one that was left to check if anyone was inside. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar came from the other side: "Hetkinen, kiitos!"

Nervousness suddenly struck her. Is this who I think it is?

When the door opened there was no doubt. Cute stranger was standing in front of her.

"Oh! Hello" he blurted out just as he saw her, sounding surprised. Today he was wearing eye makeup and bottom eyeliner, which suited him very, very well. He has such a pretty face.

She realized now she had not been able to get over this guy in the two weeks of not seeing him, even though she didn't even know his name.

"Hi" was all she could manage to say. She had been looking for him when she entered the bar but she was convinced he was not actually going to be there, "It's good to see you!" she added, as a way of avoiding an awkward silence.

"You as well. You, uh, you come to... concert?" he inquired, struggling to find the last word while pointing towards the direction where the stage was to make sure he was being understood.

She noticed he was wearing an all yellow outfit that consisted of corduroy pants and a button up. He looks good in it.

"Yes, some work friends brought me here. But if I'm being honest I don't even know who's playing" she confessed, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hands to joke around, as if she had spilled a dark secret. Stranger burst out laughing. His laugh was cute. "Do you know if he's good? I wanna know if I'll be wasting my time or not" she asked him, pretending to be a diva to keep his laugh going.

He had his arms crossed and his tongue between his teeth as he slightly giggled. "No, I think he's pretty ok. I think you will like, even if no understand" his answer was playful and accompanied with another small laugh. She continued joking around, this time putting her hands up in pretend self defense "Hey, I'll try my best. Maybe using Duolingo for two days actually did something" she shot back, realizing after saying those words that she had just told Mr. Stranger she had followed his advice.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head playfully "You did what I say to you" he stated. "Yes, but you were right. It's not really helpful. Now I just keep getting emails from the goddamn owl and feel scared that he's going to find me and kill me for not going back to the app" she explained exaggeratedly, which made their giggles grow bigger and even he bent his knees with laughter.

Their little chit-chatting was cut when a man who looked like he had been searching for someone stopped in his tracks at the beginning of the bathroom hall and shouted at them: "Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua". She turned around to look at the source of the voice and then back at stranger when he answered "Minä menen nyt". She wished she knew what they were saying, but she assumed it had just been his friend telling him to hurry up. Also, was Jere his name? She had heard it two times already.

"Someone's always calling out for you", she commented when they were left alone again. "It's because me popular, yes yes" he joked, putting a hand to his chest and shrugging. "Listen, I go now. Concert starting soon" he explained, pointing out to the stage's direction once again "I see you there?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he put a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. His blue ones had her mind going blank for a moment. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around. "Uh- yeah, sure, see you there". He smiled again then moved past her to return to the hall. She stared at him leave as she opened the door to the bathroom and finally went inside, smiling to herself and biting her bottom lip.

She hurried back once she was finished not only in fear of missing out the start of the concert, but more so in fear of not finding him again. Aubrey raised her hand to catch her attention and she followed the lead back to the group. The place was packed, it was hot, and there was a lot of chatter going on.

"What took you so long?", Aubrey asked as she got to her side, just in front of the stage, "They're about to start". (Y/N) was standing on her tiptoes and turning her head in all directions. She had just talked to him and the bar was not that big: where the hell had he hid himself?

"There was a long line to the bathroom..." she started off distantly, then turned to face Aubrey "Hey, this is going to sound weird, but have you seen-" just when she was going to make the question, she noticed some people walking up to the stage and everyone started cheering.

As she looked up, she couldn't have been more dumbfounded.

It was him. Mr Stranger was the one performing tonight.

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" he shouted out to the public, (Y/N) assumed as a way of greeting everyone. He took no time noticing she was right there, which made him grin even wider. "I see we have international people tonight. Good" he said while looking directly at her. She felt her coworkers eyes on her.

"Do you know him?" Aubrey whispered-shouted to her, "I- uh, no, yes? Briefly" she responded back as he continued on in Finnish. She remembered the question she had made him earlier and mentally facepalmed. This cheeky dude. Lying to her face just so he could later get her reaction.

Since there was no way of understanding what he said, she concentrated on what she could see. Two men behind him wearing pink shirts and shorts and sunglasses. A DJ table, no instruments. There was a sign hanging from the wall that read "Käärijä". Was that his artistic name? She was very intrigued by everything going on and wondered what genre he was going to play.

She had no idea what was coming.

As soon as he stopped talking and the music started playing, his demeanor changed. His stare became fiercer, his movements provocative and unleashed. He walked around the stage like he owned it, stared at the audience like he knew they would do whatever he asked them. Every beat before he started singing rumbled inside her, made her hold her breath in anticipation. She let it out once the words started to fall from his mouth.

The lyrics could have been shit for all she knew. His deep voice, the exotic pronunciation, the hard rapping from the boy who had seemed so sweet and wholesome but was now showing another side of him, the song's rhythm and tone. She was all in. So in, that her body started swaying to the sound almost like an automatic response, and jumped around alongside everyone else when the music demanded to do so.

"Ok, he's really good" she said to her coworkers as the crowd sung alongside him. "Mikko, you were right, he's really good" she insisted to the boy beside her, who was clearly enjoying himself. "I told you!" he answered amidst chanting, "Jere is my most talented friend". Oh, okay. Mental note taken.

As he performed his songs, (Y/N) couldn't help but admire the dedication Jere put on and the absolute fun he looked like he was having. Also, she realised he was at least kind of known around here, because people were singng alongside him.

The head banging, self touching, slightly undressing and sticking his tongue out only added more to his eclectic movements and gestures that made the show feel like a mix of energetic, passionate and, why deny it, lascivious state. Her eyes were glued to him in a capitative stare, that he would catch from time to time and hold for a few seconds. Then he would turn to his attention somewhere else, but a smirk would make a clear appearance on his face.

Whenever he finished a number, the loud clapping allowed him some time to take a sip of water. The clothes he was wearing and its material soon became unbearable, which lead him to take his shirt off completely. "Sorry, it is hot in here" he stated into the microphone pretending to excuse himself as a joke, as everyone in the room made a fuss about it. He was heavily sweating all over his face, neck and torso.

If she had previously been absorbed by him, at this point it was almost unbearable. She had not expected to see so much exposed flesh, and the pectoral tattoo nearly had her weak on her knees.

For some reason, freehing himself from his clothes somehow made him behave even wilder from then on out. He started getting closer to the front row, some even holding out their arms to interact with him, him receiving the gesture with no issue. The Fin looked so confident in what he was doing, it only made her feel even more attracted to him.

He moved so quickly (Y/N) didn't even have time to process when he positioned himself right in front of her, amidst performing a song, and full on stroked her cheek for a few lasting moments, all the while mainting direct eye contact. It was as if no one else had been around them, as if this instant had been theirs only. She didn't respond to the touch by touching him herself, since she couldn't find the strength to be as bold; but the breath hitching and swallowing saliva right after were a clear sign to Jere that he made her feel things. He would quite probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now it made him feel close to powerful.

The whole gig ended on a high note, the applause was strong and lasting. (Y/N) clapped her hands so fast they even started hurting a little, and could understand through the noise that Jere was thanking everyone for coming out to see him. As he was about to exit the stage, some music started playing over the speakers as to signal that the performance was over and everyone could retreat to either leave the bar or get a drink and stay there for a longer while. As the people from the front row turned around and waited to have a chance to move, (Y/N) felt a hand on her shoulder.

Jere looked exhausted, but it also seemed like the whole night had riled him up. "You don't leave now?", he meant to ask, but came out more as a plead. She wouldn't even dream of doing so right now. "No, no, I'm staying" she rushed to answer. "Good. Wait for me?" he went on. She could only manage to nod her head yes. He smiled and quickly went "backstage" to freshen up.

"Okay, what the actual hell was that?" Aubrey took no time to pry her, "It did not look like knowing each other briefly". (Y/N) shrugged while putting her hands in the air and half laughing, not knowing how to beat those allegations.

"It's classic Jere. Finds a girl cute and cannot stop himself" Mikko chimed in, while grinning, "Now I understand, you must be the girl he saw a couple of weeks ago over here, right?"

"He's talked about me?" she said, a bit shocked, while Mikko lead the way for the three of them to go grab a drink. "Yes, well, now that I connect the dots, that evening you came here, it was a Wednesday, right? I came too, but it must've been after you left. When I arrived he was commenting it".

Some of the other coworkers were starting to leave, not without commenting the elephant in the room before grabbing the door. "You're gonna be the talk of the office now", Aubrey asserted, making Mikko laugh and (Y/N) grow redder by the minute. "I don't even- we haven't even talked that much, really. But watching him onstage was..." she trailed off, letting out a sigh and grabbing the drink Mikko offered her, thanking him in the process. "Yes, it's his special trait. That magnetism he holds is what's gonna get him places", he agreed.

"Okay, but does this whole act mean that he always does this? Like, does he take advantage of his concerts to mindlessly flirt with random people?" (Y/N) suddenly tried to rationalize the fast track of actions Jere was taking on with her. Sure, she liked him, and she really, really wanted to have some fun. Needed it, even. This bonding moment with Aubrey and Mikko right now, this non-work related, exciting chatter; the going out; as precipitating as it sounds she was starting to feel like she was finally making friends, establishing a life. But she also didn't want to be played around with.

"Ohhh, no, not necessarily" her coworker laughed, calming her down "Käärijä the performer is seductive, provocative, even uncontrollable" he took a sip from his drink, "But Jere the person is another story. Dude wouldn't even hurt a fly, I mean it" he reassured her. He then was about to say something else, but stopped on his tracks when they all noticed the man of the hour and the tow men who had performed with him coming over to them. However, he quickly commented to the girls the following before Jere could hear them: "If anything, he's the one who has been played around with".

Jere approached Mikko first, going in for a hug, which made total sense given the fact that they were friends. (Y/N) appreciated it, because his last comment had caught her by surprise. He had changed into some track pants and graphic loose t-shirt, and over all he already looked far more calmed down and back to his more, to put it some way, innocent self. Aubrey and (Y/N) exchanged a look before introducing themselves to the guys in pink, who had not changed their outfits. Their names were Jaakko and Aleksi.

"Hey, I recognize you. You were all in the bar that day I was here" she said as a realization. "Yes, we were planning tonight" Aleksi answered, "Did you like it?" he added, to both her and Aubrey.

While the four of them engaged in small talk, the girls understood that Mikko was congratulating his friend on his performance and Jere was thanking him, "Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella", he said with appreciation on his face, closed smile and big puppy eyes (Y/N) couldn't ignore. With one last ruffle on his hair from Mikko, the two men stayed with one arm over the other's back and turned to the group.

"Alright, let's talk in English now so we can all understand each other..." Mikko started off. "I see you guys have already introduced yourselves, very good. Now let me introduce you girls to Käärijä himself, although maybe a certain someone doesn't need it" he playfully remarked, making Jere look away while hiding his face and (Y/N) roll her eyes. "Jere, these are (Y/N) and Aubrey from work. Aubrey, (Y/N), this is Jere" he played around using a formal tone and letting out of their embrace.

"Nice to meet you" Aubrey answered, shaking hands with him and gently pushing (Y/N) forward once she was done to signal her to do so as well.

"I finally know your name" he commented, making her chuckle, "Yes, I guess you do". Mikko and Aubrey swiftly moved to give them some space, going over to Jaakko and Aleksi, who were all in in the same unspoken plan.

"You like the show?" he seemed a bit nervous as he rested his elbow on the counter and signaled the waiter to get him a drink, while attentively listening to her answer, "Honestly, I'd never been to one quite like this. I mean, I've been to rock concerts and such, but this energy you guys put on stage was totally new for me. I really enjoyed it tho, you're really good" she sincerely said.

"Oh, thank you, really" Jere put a hand to his chest as to show gratitude, "It was first concert after months of not doing", he further explained, "So means a lot all people who come here, yes. I'm so happy for this, I was worried if not work well". He sounded so humble (Y/N) couldn't help but grow to like his personality even more. She was curious to know why he hadn't played in a way, but also didn't want to intrude, so she opted for another response. "Well you should be. We all had a blast".

"You understand anything I sing?" he wondered with a perky smirk, before taking a sip from the beer that had just landed in front of him. "I didn't need to", she let it out without giving it a second thought, almost as if this was the only real answer she could give, which to her felt absolutely true. He was shocked by it and spilled some of the drink out, quickly catching the dripping by covering his mouth with a napkin.

"Ah, I make fool of me now, great!" he tried to cover up by playing down the incident. She couldn't stop laughing out loud, some people even noticing the whole scene between the two of them, specially Mikko and company who laughed as well from a distance, "That's what you get for lying to me before" she joked, but grabbed a napkin as well to clean his shirt up, softly patting it on his chest. "Sorry, I wanted to surprise" he justified. It was in that moment that she noticed they were almost the same height. When her gaze moved upward from the stain she was cleaning up, his stare was way closer than she had thought. He carried on talking.

"Also, before, I hope I not make you... uh-, mikä on sana epämukavalle?" he looked over at Mikko for help regarding a language inquire.

"Uncomfortable"

"Yes, that" Jere said, "I hope I not make you uncom... uncomfortable when I, you know-" he tried to explain himself, struggling with the pronunciation. He stroked his own cheek to interpret what he attempted to say. "Oh! No no, don't worry, it was- it was okay. I liked it, actually", his relief was evident after she assured him. He let out a nervous giggle.

Then, something caught his attention. His gaze had travelled to the door, past (Y/N), and what he saw made his face turn dead serious, although also sad. Mikko, Aleksi and Jaakko very quickly noticed what was happening. Aubrey and (Y/N) also turned around to check it out: a girl was standing by the entrance looking for someone with a worried expression.

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" Jaakko expressed angrily. The three men addressed Jere, who suddenly was a loss of words and course of action.

"Ex alert" Aubrey whispered to (Y/N) while sipping from her drink's straw. "They're asking him if he wants to go talk to her" she informed her friend, which (Y/N) was thankful for. It was really tiring to not catch anything on her own sometimes. While the four men were talking to each other, deciding what to do next, (Y/N) grabbed Jere's arm and everyone's attention fell on her. She just couldn't stop strongly empathizing with him because she had also recently been through a break up and knew how shitty it was. Jere seemed more at ease when she talked, "Are you okay? Do you want to get out of here?" he looked past her again, everyone following his direction and realizing his ex was coming over to them. "I do, please", "Then we're getting out of here", (Y/N) decided, "You guys coming?" she asked the rest. "No, you guys go on. We'll make sure she doesn't follow" Mikko stated, thankful for her determination.

They said rushed goodbyes and (Y/N) got ahold of his hand to guide him towards the door. When they walked past her, she tried to talk, but they were quick to get out.

As per usual, it was freezing. They started to wander off to anywhere.

...

"I'm sorry about having to go"

They had found a comfortable spot in a park overlooking the town's river and had settled there. They had walked for a while, him trying to talk about anything else but his ex.

"Don't sweat it. I fully understand" she comforted him, then took the vape he had previously offered to her and took a puff before continuing, "I got broken up with three months ago... I hate to admit it, but it's part of the reason I ended up deciding to move here", she explained. He listened to her attentively, with a stern face.

The night was silent over here. It was only the sound of the stream and their hushed voices

"Can I ask why the break up?" he inquired, not wanting to pry on too much. "Only if I can ask why the break up", she made him chuckle. "Yes, of course" he accepted.

"She said I was too impulsive and that she couldn't trust me to maintain a steady and stable relationship, because I couldn't even do that with my own life" she sighed after her explanation and rolled her eyes.

"Wow" Jere said, disapproving look on his face "Hard thing to say".

"Yes, but honestly, I don't hold a grudge anymore. She had her right to think that way too. I do so too sometimes" she admitted, handing back the electronic cigarette, since they were taking turns to smoke.

"That's shit" he commented, which made them both laugh, "But I understand, too. "My ex, Sofia, that's her name, she uh- said she not approve of music career" his gaze moved upfront, "She said It's either me or music, and I think she not like my answer" Jere let out a half-sad cackle, "This is all I ever wanted to do. I loved her, I feel like I still do a bit, you know? But..." he nodded negatively before finishing the sentence, "I need someone who give support. What I told you before, the not doing concerts? A part of it was because I got, uh, insecure".

Silence fell between them as they both got lost in their own thoughts for a brief moment.

"You know, for someone who claims to not be good at English, you can maintain quite a deep conversation" her words made him belly laugh again. He looked at her and handed the vape once more. "Don't need Duolingo for that" he referenced. He was about to speak again but cut himself. "You can go on, it's fine", his doe-like blue eyes seeped cherishment.

"Oh, I not know, talking about ex was not in my plans when being alone with a girl I like" he made her blush, "I just thinking that, you know, I'm almost... mikä on sana" he struggled again with the language "Thirty year old?" he doubted if he had said it right, and the girl nodded to indicate him he had, "Thirty year old, and when younger I thought Oh, I achieve my dreams at thirty, have the family, all that... You know? And... nothing of that" he described, "My songs, some say that. But you not understand, so..." he added jokingly to lighten the mood, erupting laughter from her.

"Hey, I'm trying really hard to find a place where I can learn Finnish! Give me a break..." she defended herself, while the giggling from both of them died down. "But, just so you know, most of us feel this way too. Having your life figured out at thirty? That only happens to the lucky ones, I can assure you" she saw his tired expression and put a hand to his shoulder, "And by the way, you're crazy talented. We were all mesmerized by your performance. You can get to whatever place you want to be, and if you don't, well... It won't be because of your fault".

They were once again looking in each other's eyes. His gaze travelled down to her mouth. They were sitting close to one another as to avoid the cold wind. Her heart beat faster. How come did she feel like he had known him for such a long time if this was practically their first ever proper conversation? Yet she couldn't fight it. She had seen so many sides of him in such a short amount of time; she swore she'd never been that much of a romantic but the alcohol, mixed with how vulnerable they both felt in that moment and the fact that she was finally feeling at ease after more than a month of such a big change in her life, probably did the trick.

"Can- can I...?" he started nervously, but was interrupted.

"Yes"

Their lips crashed, finally killing the anticipation. Her hands cupped his face and his ones settled on her waist. She felt his long eyelashes touch her face, his beard tickled her jaw and his hoop piercing was cold on her nose. (Y/N) enjoyed feeling all these parts of Jere on her. He truly was so pretty. And suddenly, she wanted to make sure he knew just how pretty he was and how much he deserved to know it. The wave of boldness she had had to ask him to sit down with her those two weeks ago, but had been interrupted, came back as a stronger force.

When they separated to catch their breath, (Y/N) kept his face close to hers. He was panting through a timid smile and hot red burned his cheeks. She noticed her face doing the same thing.

"My apartment is a five minute walk from here" she suggested.

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" he whispered, hands going up and down her sides, and the Finnish language had never sounded so seductive to her.

"I didn't catch that",

"You don't need to. I will show you".

[zepskies]

Hi Zep!! Question time! Apologies in advance for the multiple questions, apparently my sleep deprived brain was on a roll 😂 Are you working on anything fun or have any ideas you’d be okay sharing, kind of like a work in progress? Any more plans to write for Russell again (or maybe once Tracker is back on)? Have you ever thought about doing a crossover type of fic with multiple characters from different shows interacting (ex. Dean and Soldier Boy)? Do you have any Dean headcanons? Or about any or your favorite characters? 👀 Happy answering! 💕

Hey, Michelle! Ooh don't apologize, these are awesome questions! Though I hope you got some rest last night. 😂

Coming Soon: Dream With Me

I actually am working on a 3-part story for the Midnight Espresso-verse (Dean Winchester x Reader) that will start posting next week! It's called Dream With Me, and will be set in 15x20... If you want to learn more about it, here's the announcement with the summary and sneak preview!

More Russell Shaw? (Tracker)

Actually yes, I have considered writing another one-shot for Russell Shaw that would be like an epilogue for Every Second Counts. Or maybe just another one-shot that lives in that world, if you guys still want to read more about those two after I drop Part 5 later today!

Coming Soon? WIP Ideas:

I also have a few ideas that I've been kicking around in my head, or even partially outlined, but haven't fully written yet. Honestly, I'm not sure which one to tackle first. Maybe you can help me with that. 😘

Here they are:

"Don't You Forget About Me" - (Dean x Reader) Basically a retelling of 4x13 "After School Special," but with a Breakfast Club twist. 😜

Beau Arlen one-shot in the Take Me Home-verse. Premise: "Self-defense lesson" lol.

Or a more angsty hurt/comfort shot in the TMH-verse. Premise: "A snapshot of Beau's lingering PTSD from Randy's death."

Yet another Break Me Down (Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader) one-shot, this one set after Calculated Risks. I've gotten several requests to both continue on what happens after that story, but also to tell the story of the reader and Ben's wedding lol. So the premise would be: "At your son's first birthday, with your family and friends present, you and Ben find yourselves reminiscing about the chaotic day of your wedding."

Do you like the sound of any of these?

Crossover Stories:

You know, I've never been a crossover person for some reason. I think my brain likes the compartments of worlds and characters kept within themselves, unless it makes sense to crossover. For example, I couldn't see SPN world crossing over with The Boys world. The "rules" of each are just so different lol. But I have read one or two crossover stories I enjoyed.

Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Do I have Dean headcanons? Oh, yes. Yes I do. 😂

They all live in my Dean Winchester Imagines/Headcanons masterlist, but they're also structured like vignettes that feature Beau Arlen and Soldier Boy as well.

All of these have been requests (**Notes 18+ only):

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to seeing your breast reduction scars. ❤️‍🩹

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would make up for pissing you off. 😤

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you teasing him under the table. 😉

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you getting “morning” sickness during pregnancy. 🤢

Headcanon: Personality types Castiel, Sam, and Dean would be attracted to. ⭐

If you have a headcanon prompt for me, whether in "quasi-narrative" form like these^ or as just my headcanon thoughts, I'd be happy to brainstorm one up for you. 😉 I haven't done one of those in a while.

Thank you so much for these questions, my friend! I hope these ideas and headcanons spark your interest. 💕

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hellor!!

I was wondering if you can bless us with some little chase who has ADHD struggling to deal with over/under-stimulation and caregiver house happily helping him true it ?

(Would be really nice if you also include little Cameron and foreman helping as well)

Thanks!!!—💎⚜️✨

Yaaayy little!Chase fic :) Fun fact: the first fanfic I ever wrote and published online was about sensory overload (it's long gone now, lol). Gosh I've improved a lot since then.

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Word Count: 1539

Summery: House is looking after a regressed Chase, Cameron, and Foreman during a playdate when everything starts to become too much for Chase.

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Allison squealed excitedly as she placed a plastic tiara on Foreman’s head. “Eeee! You’re so pretty now!”

Foreman chuckled, humouring her, and straightened it. The little plastic combs meant to keep it in place didn’t work on his bald head, so the crown balanced precariously. “Why am I the princess again?”

“Because someone has to be, and I’m the knight already! Robbie, are you sure you don’t wanna play kingdoms?”

Chase glanced up from his colouring page. He really didn’t. Ally’s games of pretend were fun, and if she had asked an hour ago he would’ve agreed to play even if that meant he had to be a princess, but now everything was just too loud. He wished that she didn’t want to play at all, but he knew that wasn’t fair for her to have to stop having fun because of him. Besides, Foreman was big-brother today, so he didn’t feel too bad. “I’m sure. I don’t wanna play with you guys, I just wanna colour.”

She huffed. “Fine, but you’re missing out!” 

He tried not to listen to them as they began talking loudly about the kingdom they were in and the evil wizard coming to capture the princess, pressing one hand against his ear while he used the other to shade in the octopus he was colouring. He wished that Ally liked quieter games. But it wasn’t just Ally and Foreman; everything was too noisy, and it was making him upset. He could hear the air conditioner, and the fridge rattling as House moved around in the kitchen to make them an afternoon snack, and the terrible sound of his crayons scratching against the paper, which made his teeth hurt.  

“Okay kiddies, come and get it!” House announced, presenting a big plate of snacks and three drinks; two sippy cups of orange juice for Chase and Ally, and a big-kid cup of apple juice for Foreman.

“Yay, snacks!” Ally exclaimed, and grabbed a handful of animal crackers and fruit. Foreman took a few squares of cheese, and Chase took a few grapes and nibbled on them slowly.

The sound of Ally chewing made his skin feel itchy. “Ally, don’t eat with your mouth open.” He scowled, “It’s gross.”

She looked a little hurt at his tone, and Foreman raised his eyebrows. Maybe that was a little too mean. “Okay, sorry…” 

He awkwardly went back to his colouring. Thankfully she didn’t seem to be upset for long, and she dragged Foreman back to continue their game after eating most of the animal crackers and strawberries. 

“You doing okay there, pipsqueak?” House asked, not loud enough for Foreman or Ally to hear, and Chase nodded.

“Mhm.”

House gave him a strange look, then shrugged and turned to go back to the kitchen. “Alright. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

It got harder and harder to focus on his picture as Ally and Foreman’s game got louder and louder. It was bad enough that even House had to ask them to play a little quieter, and that worked for a little bit, but they just got loud again. Chase’s hands were almost shaking, he was so frustrated. Every time Ally shrieked or laughed it made his ears hurt and his skin crawl, and he had already snapped two crayons by accident because he was pressing too hard on the paper. He wanted to shout at them for being so loud, to throw his crayons and rip up the paper, but he knew that only naughty kids did that. He wasn’t going to be naughty, he told himself, he wasn’t going to be—

Ally gasped, and suddenly his shirt and lap were drenched in something cold and wet. Her eyes were wide, toy sword outstretched mid-swing, and Foreman’s cup of apple juice was knocked over, spilling all over him, his picture, and the table. At first he just sat there, too stunned to react, and then he felt his wet clothes shift against his skin. He snapped.

“ALLY!” He yelled. His picture was ruined, his clothes were covered in juice, and when it dried he was going to be all sticky and disgusting, and everything felt awful and he wanted it off, he wanted everything to be quiet. 

“Robbie, I—“ Ally tried to reach out towards him and he smacked her hand away.

“Get away from me!” Everything felt sharp. He couldn’t decide between pressing his hands to his ears and never taking them off and trying to get the feeling of wet fabric away from him. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a muffled scream through his teeth. Get off, get off, go away, he wanted everything to go away.

An unsteady set of footsteps approached him, which meant House was there. He clamped his hands over his ears. No, please go away. No more people, no more.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ally asked nervously.

“Robbie.” House was talking very softly. “Take a deep breath.”

He sucked in a breath and forced it out, cringing as his damp shirt moved against him.

“Good. Another one.”

The next try was slower, and after a few more, the buzzing under his skin began to go away. It was still there, but he didn’t feel like screaming anymore. He slowly opened his eyes to see House half-knelt in front of him and Ally and Foreman watching anxiously over his shoulder. 

“There you go. Allison, get Robbie’s change of clothes from his bag and Foreman, can you get me my headphones? They’re on the kitchen table.” They both nodded and rushed off, and House stood up. “You, come with me.”

He slowly waddled after House to the bathroom, where House handed him a washcloth. “Cover that in warm water, take your clothes off and wash yourself off so you won’t be sticky, and then you can change into your other clothes.” He instructed quietly, “…Do you need any help?”

Chase’s cheeks burned. “No.”

Ally and Foreman came up and handed over the clothes and headphones, and House sent them back to the living room. He put everything down on the bathroom counter and pointed to the headphones. “Those will make everything less loud. Don’t let them get wet, Papa House needs them back.”

He nodded, and was left to his own devices. He shedded his soaked shirt and shorts and began wiping off the juice. The more he started to calm down, the more shame he felt. He’d been naughty. He’d just thrown a wobbly because Ally spilled juice on him, and she didn’t even do it on purpose. He changed into his old adult clothes and then hesitantly slid the headphones over his ears.

The background noises went away. There was no more talking, no more fan, no more apartment sounds, and the knot in his chest began to unwind. He took a big, deep breath, and left the bathroom.

When he came into the living room, House was on the couch and Foreman was reading a picture book to Ally on the floor, their dress-up toys put away in the bin.

“Is that better?” House asked. He sounded funny with the headphones, like he was underwater. Chase nodded. “Good. We’re going to have quiet time for a bit, you can put your wet clothes in here.” He handed him a plastic grocery bag. 

He put the clothes in the bag and dropped them by the door, then wandered over to the toy bin. He didn’t really feel like playing or reading; he wanted something to cuddle. He carefully sifted through it until he found the big stuffed bear, Teddy, at the bottom. Who left Teddy down there? He was probably really lonely all by himself. He pulled Teddy out and was about to go sit on the couch when he made eye contact with Ally. He quickly looked away.

“M’sorry for yelling at you…”

“I’m sorry for spilling the juice on you an’ being loud,” She said earnestly, “I didn’ know you weren’t feeling good.”

He shrugged bashfully. “S’okay.”

With apologies said and all right with the world again, Chase climbed onto the couch and curled up, hugging Teddy close to his chest. Teddy was soft, and he was tired. He tucked his face against Teddy’s fur, and he felt light and very, very small.

“House? I think Robbie’s really little.” Foreman said, pointing.

House smirked. “I think you might be right. Can I get a number?” He asked.

He had to think about it for a second before lazily holding up three fingers.

Ally cooed. “Awe, he’s just a baby!” She exclaimed, then her eyes went a little wide. “Sorry, I mean awe, he’s just a baby.” She whispered.

“You’re right, he is, and I think it’s time for the baby to take a nap.” House said, turning to grab the blanket thrown over the back of the couch and draping it over him.

Foreman got up and walked over to Chase’s bag, digging through it until he pulled out a yellow pacifier. He came back and held it up to him. “Do you want this?”

Chase easily accepted it and snuggled back up against Teddy, eyes slipping closed.

...

“…Can we play kingdoms again if we’re really, really quiet?”

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

hii could you please write a hurt/comfort fic with jake sully ? maybe the reader overworks themself during training (and in general) because they feel like they arent good enough and jake has to reign them in lol.

tysm ! and if u dont get around to writing this it's ok haha

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➜ Pairing: Father!Jake Sully & Child!Reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, self degrading talk, mentions of reader overworking themselves, fluff

➜ Word Count: 0.7k

➜ Notes: None

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Thats enough for today,” Jake announced, emerging from the trees and stepping between your bow and the crooked ‘x’ you’d carved into the tree. You lowered your bow, gesturing with it as you replied.  

“No, I need more practice.” You moved to step around him, drawing your bow once again and training your eyes on the target. Jake reached out and grabbed your arm gently to draw your attention back to him. You turned to look at him, glaring harshly.

“It’s almost eclipse, you need to get back,” he told you sternly. Your eyes flicked back to the tree for a moment, then up to meet his unbending gaze before you huffed in defeat and yanked your arm back. 

“Okay,” you grumbled, slinging your bow around you and beginning to walk back. He watched as disappeared behind the underbrush of the forest, before turning to take a quick look around the area you’d been all day. There were holes around the target you’d carved yourself from previous arrows you’d shot and a few scarps of food you’d eaten earlier sat on the ground where you’d been standing. Jake had not missed the way you disappeared for the day over the last two weeks, or the growing eyebags under your eyes. It was obvious you’d been overworking yourself and he shook his head; he’d make sure to talk to you after dinner that night. 

___ 

That night, Jake found you sitting up in a nearby tree, feet dangling over the edge as you picked at your hands and nails idly. His footsteps, although quiet, jarred you out of your thoughts that swirled with distaste for yourself. You pushed them aside, listening intently to your surroundings as he got closer. Although you didn’t acknowledge him as he sat down next to, or when he wrapped an arm around you in comfort.  

“What’s been going on?” He asked gently, watching as you paused playing with your fingers, before huffing and continuing.  

“Nothing, I’m fine.”  

“It's alright to tell me, I’m your father.”  

“Really dad, I’m fine,” you insisted, and he sighed wordlessly, letting the two of you fall into an uneasy silence for a moment before trying again. It was obvious that something was bothering you, and it was very likely that that something was the reason you had been overworking yourself. Jake hated seeing you like this, and he wanted to help you with it, but he needed you to let him help you first.  

“Please tell me what's wrong,” He pressed again, making you huff frustratedly. Why couldn’t he just leave this alone? But since he wanted to know so damn bad you’d decided to just tell him, letting the dam break and all your frustrations pour out in a ramble.  

“I’m not good enough! Nothing I do is ever going to be good enough. I can't shoot a bow like Neteyam, I’m a terrible hunter and I’m not learning to be Tsahik like Kiri either so I’m just... just useless! And you probably think I’m a massive disappointment.”  

He was a bit taken aback by your outburst. It broke his heart that you thought of yourself this way, who had told you those things, and moreover, what had made you believe them? All the parents he talked to had applauded your skills as a hunter, and he often caught younger children in awe as they watched you practice.  

“Is that why you’ve been overworking yourself? Because you think your useless.” He asked, and you answered bluntly, 

“Yes.”   

He shook his head, “You’ll never be able to shoot a bow exactly like Neteyam because you're not Neteyam, but that doesn’t make you useless sweetheart. Nor does it make you a bad hunter.” You wanted to believe him, but your mind was quick to make up excuses.  

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you mumbled.  

“I’m not,” he said gently, continuing when you didn’t reply, “When I look at you, I see an accomplished person, someone the younger children look up to and aspire to be like.” The sincerity in his voice and words urged you to believe them, but a small voice of insecurity in the back of your mind would not allow you to.  

“It's not good to overwork yourself, it won't help you get better, only exhaust you. For now, you should get some rest, give yourself a break and in the morning, we can work on your shooting skills together.”   

“Okay,” you agreed, voice barley above a whisper as you stood. Jake new it would take some time for you to truly believe the things he was saying, so for now he would do everything in his power to get you to see yourself in the same light everyone else did.  

[acescorazon]

I LOVE YOUR FIC CHANGES!!!!! I HOPE YOU UPDATE SOON!!!!!

THANK U BBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. ILY MUAH. I was updating like every day but then i got my period... i mean i fell into a pit of darkness and didn't have the energy to climb out. How bizarre. ANYWAYS, HERE'S YOUR FOOD.

Title: Changes Ch: 5/?

Rating: M (I'm just putting that as the rating in general for every ch lol)

Word count:2291

Warnings: Depressed clown :(

Chapter excerpt:

"Mihawk keeps asking about you," Mohji announces all of a sudden, "He keeps asking if you're okay and if your illness is something serious." Hawkeye keeps asking about him… Why? To know if he's died yet? What a joke! That man doesn't care about Buggy, why is he even wasting his breath asking about him? "I just keep telling him that you have the flu, and he's always like, 'Ah…is that so? Tell him I hope he feels better.' Isn't that…ridiculous?!" Yeah, that is rather ridiculous.  Buggy has a hard time believing that Mihawk is genuinely concerned about him, but at the same time, he can't imagine why he'd just pretend to care either. It's weird.

|Ch1|Ch2|Ch3|Ch4|

The next several days are on an endless loop for Buggy. He stays in bed all day, unwilling to come face to face with Mihawk after his little drunken rant from days prior, afraid of what Mihawk will say to him now that he's completely sober. So, he stays in bed, either sleeping or lost in thought. He should be preparing men, supplies, and their new flagship for departure, but he can't bring himself to do it. At the very least he should be making sure everything on Emptee Bluffs Island is going smoothly, and yet… he doesn't care about that either. 

Being in Cross Guild is so…exhausting.

Crocodile has called for meetings every single day, and every day, Buggy has one of his men lie and say he's sick. He's missed about 10 meetings now, he thinks. He can't remember, everything is starting to blend in together. All he knows is that sooner or later Crocodile is going to get pissed and come looking for him, and then what? Beat him up? Threaten him? Actually, kill him this time? 

Man, who cares?

Cabaji, Mohji, and Richie, often come by and sit with him, usually overly worried about Buggy's well-being and not believing him when he says he's just sick or tired, but of course, Buggy always tells them that he's fine. 

Today, they're with him again, sitting by his bed and trying to get him to eat some of the sea king the other members of the crew somehow caught and killed today. "Captain…" Mohji sighs, "Come on, at least take a couple of bites." He asks, but he sounds more like he's begging than asking. "You've hardly eaten anything these last few days." While that is very true, it's because Buggy doesn't have much of an appetite these days, nothing tastes right or really interests him, and god knows he doesn't have the energy to make his own food…just… he just wants to sleep.

Buggy sits in his bed, slightly peeved that Cabaji and Mohji insist he sit up in general, and looks down at the sea king on his plate. He's not normally a picky eater, you can't be picky when you've spent most of your life at sea, but… this thing reminds him eerily of a poison dart frog with its vibrant color and spots, yet at the same time, it's got fins and a body like a snake... He doubts his men would actually cook up something poisonous, they aren't that naive…but still, Buggy has no interest in this fish..frog…snake thing. 

But if he did die from ingesting it…that'd just be his luck, wouldn't it? Death seems… inescapable at this point, and he often wonders just what or who will end up taking his life first. "I'm not hungry," Buggy repeats, but Mohji and Cabaji seem determined today.

 

"Just take a couple of bites, please, Captain?" Mohji practically begs, "Just a couple, it's actually really good!" Doubt it, Buggy thinks. 

Cabaji follows suit, "Yeah, just take a couple of bites and if you don't like it, you don't have to eat the whole thing! We'll just feed the rest to Richie, right, Mohji?" 

"Right!" 

Buggy really doesn't want to eat anything, but he hates to make the other two worry, so he ends up taking a couple of bites of his lunch, and yeah, it isn't bad…it's one of the better-tasting sea kings that he's had, this one actually tastes like chicken despite its weird appearance, but Buggy still only eats a couple of bites, just enough to get the other two off his back and then hands Mohji his plate to give to Richie. 

He wants to lie back down, but the others won't let him. "Um, Captain?" Cabaji calls out, seemingly a little nervous, "Uh, how about I run you a warm bath and…uh, How about I help you wash and brush your hair today?" Cabaji suggests with a small grin. Oh, yeah, basic needs are a thing. Man, Buggy really doesn't care about any of that stuff anymore, he's going to die anyways, so what's the point? He'll just ask one of his men to make him look nice for his funeral. 

"Okay?" Cabaji asks, still smiling.

Buggy understands what this really is about. This is a very polite and roundabout way of telling him he needs to bathe, but none of his men would ever outright tell him he stinks so they have to use words like, 'Oh, how about I run you a bath and help you wash your hair today?' Or, 'Wow, you look like you need to relax…how about a nice bath?' 

Whatever. 

Buggy lets Cabaji run him a bath, and he sits and waits in bed while he prepares everything for him. He watches Richie eat his leftover sea king, and can't help but think how nice it'd be to be a lion, well, actually a cat. If reincarnation exists, he thinks he'd like to live a carefree life as a cat, a spoiled one too. Being a pirate isn't something he thinks he'd want to do again unless he could live a life with his old crew again, this time a happy one that isn't cut short, maybe then he'd be a pirate again... Or he could be a star in the sky, that'd be nice. 

"Mihawk keeps asking about you," Mohji announces all of a sudden, "He keeps asking if you're okay and if your illness is something serious." Hawkeye keeps asking about him… Why? To know if he's died yet? What a joke! That man doesn't care about Buggy, why is he even wasting his breath asking about him? "I just keep telling him that you have the flu, and he's always like, 'Ah…is that so? Tell him I hope he feels better.' Isn't that…ridiculous?!" Yeah, that is rather ridiculous.  Buggy has a hard time believing that Mihawk is genuinely concerned about him, but at the same time, he can't imagine why he'd just pretend to care either. It's weird.

"Crocodile has asked about you too, but only once, and when I told him you had the flu, he rolled his eyes at me and went: 'Of course that dumb clown is sick.' And then walked away! I tell ya, I don't know what the others see in those two!" Mohji frowns, "They're so mean to you! I… I think if we all banned together then we could…you know…." He whispers the next part of his sentence, "Show them who's boss."

Honestly if Buggy thought he and or his crew had a chance against Mihawk and Crocodile, then he would have had both of them taken out a long time ago, but he knows even with an army of men, he couldn't take out one of his business partners, let alone both. It's a fun thought though, "Let's not waste our time," Buggy replies, exhaling a long, shaky sigh, "Besides, it's like I told you before, I can handle those two! Do you really think I'd let them beat and bully me?!" 

Mohji just stares at him from his seat, obviously not convinced but he doesn't push the subject any further, and thank God for that.

Cabaji reappears a few moments after that, telling Buggy his bathwater is ready, and in all honesty, Buggy rather not do this, but he doesn't feel like hearing the other two complain either. He follows Cabaji into the bathroom and tells him he can at least bathe himself, and somewhere at the back of Buggy's mind he feels like he should feel more ashamed by the situation, but he doesn't. His former captain always told him that good friends don't judge you when you're at your lowest times and that they instead help you when no one else will, and so maybe that's why he has no guilt about letting Cabaji wash his hair. He'd do the same for him and then some. He and Mohji are more than just subordinates, they're friends, no, they're family, and honestly Buggy doesn't deserve either one of them. 

As he washes Buggy's hair, Cabaji also tells Buggy that Mihawk keeps asking about him. Again, Buggy finds the idea of Mihawk asking all of Buggy’s crew about his well-being almost comical. Did the world’s strongest swordsman grow a heart? Ha, as if. Or maybe Buggy’s earlier suspicions are correct, maybe Mihawk’s waiting, hoping that Buggy’s ‘flu’ will take him out and that he won’t have to deal with him anymore, which honestly seems like a more realistic explanation for everything. 

A hot bath and a nice relaxing hair wash later, and Buggy’s sitting on the small couch in his room, getting his hair brushed by Cabaji as he listens to both Mohji and Cabaji ramble on about this and that, and occasionally bicker over trivial things. It feels like his men are the only consistency in his life, but he wonders if there will be a day when even that changes. Maybe he’ll end up with so many men that their crew will seem more like an army than a family, then again maybe he won’t live to see the day when that’s actually a problem. And if that doesn’t happen, then maybe Mihawk will eventually end up replacing Buggy’s crew with a new, more efficient one that he hardly knows let alone can consider his family…who knows?

Now, as stated before, Buggy’s usual visitors consist of Mohji, Cabaji and Richie, but today Buggy finds himself getting an additional guest in his room. Sometime around late afternoon Alvida joins Buggy’s already boisterous company, and as soon as she realizes Buggy’s perfectly fine, she sighs at him,”I knew you weren’t sick.” she mutters as she has a seat on the couch next to him after Cabaji and Mohji fight over who’s spot she can take, “But oh well, you won’t believe what I just saw.” She says, grinning. 

Hopefully, she saw Crocodile and Mihawk board a ship and sail as far away from the island as possible, never to return again, but that’s just not realistic, is it? “What did you see?” Buggy asks though he’s not particularly curious about her gossip today.

“Mihawk and Crocodile were fighting.”

“Crocodile and Mihawk bicker every once in a while, so what?” 

“No, they were actually physically fighting earlier.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know but they were both heated,” Alvida claims, “I think they reached a draw, but they were fighting for a long time, half the island saw it.”

Despite claiming that he doesn’t care about either of the two, Buggy’s slightly curious about Mihawk and Crocodile’s altercation. Sure they’ve butt heads a couple of times in the past because Crocodile is so damn overbearing and of course, Mihawk doesn’t take being bossed around lightly, but they never get physical with things, it’s usually just threats of possible fights that don’t go anywhere. Maybe that was it, maybe Crocodile just got too controlling again, and Mihawk got tired of it. He did say he was tired of Crocodile’s shit the other day… Yeah, that’s got to be it…Because what else could it be???

…

A couple of more days go by after that, and Buggy’s still stuck in that same loop: Sleep. Overthink. Sleep. Overthink. Sleep. Overthink. Of course, there are brief things that break the cycle like Mohji and Cabaji checking on him and feeding him and making sure he’s being taken care of, but other than that, it’s just sleep, overthink, repeat. He just doesn’t see the point in getting out of bed every day when Mihawk and Crocodile are just going to make his life a living hell, or worse, end his miserable existence. 

Despite all his stress though, there are times when his bedroom is rather comforting, he knows that it offers him no real protection from the outside world, but in his room he feels safe and like he’s miles away from all his problems even though they’re literally just right outside. He thinks he’s missed, hm…12 meetings now, maybe 13 …14? Who knows, he’s surprised that Crocodile is even still calling for them, or that he hasn’t come barging into his room to yank him out of his bed and beat him to death for ruining his perfect schedule.

Buggy doesn’t care about Cross Guild though (or for much of anything right now) he never has and he doubts he ever will. He’s perfectly fine just keeping himself locked away in his bedroom for as long as possible. Mohji will take care of the others and if he doesn’t, then Alvida will, and if she doesn’t, then Buggy’s sure that Crocodile and Mihawk will boss his men around, but they’re strong, spirited, and oblivious, they can handle anything. 

Something breaks his seemingly endless depressive cycle by the time he’s missed 18 meetings…or was it 19?

One of his men comes into his room around midmorning, like always, and tells him that a meeting has been called… But today, Mihawk’s the one who’s called for the meeting apparently, and Buggy instantly tells his subordinate to tell Mihawk that he’s still under the weather and can’t go to the meeting, to which his subordinate replies, “He says it’s urgent, Chairman Buggy, and that if you can’t go to the meeting room, that he’ll bring the meeting here instead.”

That’s got to be the worst, no, actually, the second worst thing he’s been told in his entire life. Why? Why now? Why can’t Mihawk and Crocodile just hold their dumb meetings by themselves? It’s not like Buggy gets to make any decisions or his input matters, why does he have to leave his safe space and go see them?

((A/n: Hate how they didn't add ChouChou to the live-action or Richie. The idea that some of you might not know that Richie is a lion and you might think he's just some guy is funny though lol.))

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the game @jrooc and thanks for the tag @blue-disco-lights @deedala @energievie @lingy910y @creepkinginc @crestfallercanyon

Name: Mys

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month?

The Libertines - They’ve just released a new album

What song do you know all the lyrics to?

Erm… most? Well, at least most songs I regularly listen to. Back in the day when we’d still buy CDs I would get a new album and sit in my bedroom listening to it beginning to end, while reading along to the lyrics in the booklet. And oooooh, I would get so furious when bands had a booklet that did not include song lyrics. Wtf is wrong with you?? SO ANGRY! haha

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't?

It’s the End of the World As We Know It by R.E.M. I get to ‘eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn’ and then I’m lost until we hit the chorus lol But it’s such a fun song to pretend to sing along to, and really just making vaguely appropriate noises at the right time, until the chorus kicks in again… and of course we’re all ready to shout LEONARD BERNSTEIN! Hahaha

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be?

That would have to be Dirty Pretty Things. I fell in love with The Libertines just as they were falling apart and a few weeks away from calling it quits for good, so when Carl Barât announced the first tour of his new band Dirty Pretty Things I wasn’t gonna miss out again. So I flew to Ireland and then to England and attended the first 5 gigs of their first tour. And that pretty much set the tone for the next couple of years of my life. I ended up flying to the UK so much and meeting so many people that in the end it only made sense to move to London. Dirty Pretty Things had a tour booked starting two days after my moving day and we were gonna go to a few of the gigs. Then the day before I got on a plane they announced it would be their farewell tour, so we bought tickets for every single gig, which meant that I moved to the UK and then spent all of October, November, and half of December on tour… I didn’t start job hunting and thinking about real life until January lol

So yeah. Them. They’re my boys. As coined by the NME in their ‘sad to see them go’ article… “They were well fit and nice!”

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists?

I’m ongoingly surprised by how much I managed to trick myself into liking Taylor Swift

Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately?

Fame and Fortune by The Libertines

The deal was done, the trade was rough, Doubloons down for a double bluff, Dip your quill in your bleeding heart, Sign there and there and there

Guilty pleasure band or song?

I don’t believe in guilty pleasures.

Liking what I like don’t make me a bitch.

Okay let's talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic?

The Libertines lol My friend really wanted me to get into this band she liked, and I just wasn’t massively into music at the time, so she sent me a Libertines fanfic, and that, as they say, was that. Oh, she knew me very well… hahah

Fave Fanfic Playlist?

Right now I’m REALLY into The Menagerie playlist!

Fave Gallavich song?

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? 

Almost always, yeah. Though sometimes that can go terribly wrong. When someone’s like OMG THIS SONG!!! and you’re just like ‘eh, I don’t see it’ lol

What song do you think is Gallavich coded?

Well, thanks to @deedala this will never not be Season 5 Gallavich

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today? 

Love the original, but I also love Darren Criss

And this, because I’m dying for the next season of The Bear!!!!

Oooookay… I’m late and I’ve been way too busy, so if you’ve already played and I didn’t see please tag me in yours so I can check it out!! If not, and you’d like to do it, I’m tagging @heymacy @heymrspatel @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @crossmydna @captainjowl @mikhailoisbaby @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @loftec @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deathclassic @rutherinahobbit @faejilly (you can skip the Gallavich questions!!! Hahahahah)

[archersxartxblog]

Chapter two --->

hey remember when I said I was going write that crossover Fic, where Ingo gets assimilated by the Borg.

well I did it.

first chapter is up. even tossed in a little Dojoshipping for a little extra hurt.

calling all Trekkie Submas Fans, probably not a lot of us. lol. anyway enjoy.

All a-Borg is the Tag I'm gonna be using for this one.

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Chapter one: its a beautiful day outside.

“Ah! What a beautiful day!” Ingo hummed as he stretched his arms over his head as he and Emmet exited Gear Station for their lunch break. 

The Sun was shining brightly, and after being down in the artificial lighting for most of the day, he found himself squinting against the harsh light, but its rays were warm on his skin. A light breeze was blowing, keeping it from getting too hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

It was a perfect summer's day. And Ingo was so glad that it was his day to choose what they were doing for lunch. Emmet’s idea of another simple packed lunch with Elesa in their office just sounded unappealing on a day like this. So instead, Ingo opted to meet Elsa at a small cafe by the park, where they could all get a bite to eat and enjoy the nice weather before heading back to work.

“Much better than staying inside all day!” Ingo announced, breathing in the fresh air as they walked towards the park. This would have been the perfect day to spend with his kids if they weren’t staying with their mother in Sinnoh for the summer.

“Yes, if you enjoy the sun in your eyes.” Emmet quips, clearly just salty that his brother hadn't gone with his idea, now he'd have to enjoy some time outside with his brother and best friend rather than take three bites of a sandwich, before jumping back on the doubles line.

But before Ingo could even begin to call him out on it, he spotted Elesa waving to them. “Hey guys! Over here!” The gym leader called out to them from in front of the café. “Great call on having lunch outside today, it's gorgeous out.”

“Elesa!” Ingo called back, raising his hand in greeting. “Yes, Emmet and I were just talking about how beautiful it was out today, and what a waste it would be to spend our break inside.” He Verbally jabbed at his brother as he quickened his step to join Elesa.

“I am Emmet, and I hope you overheat in that black jacket of yours.” Emmet snapped as he moved to match his twin's pace.

The three of them quickly ordered their food and found a park bench under a tree to eat and relax.

“So, how are the boys doing over in Sinnoh? You must be going crazy without them around.” Elesa started off with some simple small talk, as she took a bite of her wrap. 

“Zisu is taking them camping up on Mount Coronet, then Flint is taking them to a festival in Sunyshore city, so they're pretty excited. Kind of wish she had given me more of a heads up that she wanted them for the whole summer, but it's hard to say no when I get them the rest of the year.” Ingo explained, making a point to take off his heavy jacket and set it down next to him. “I mean, I miss the heck out of them, but they should get to spend time with their mother too.”

“Oh, a festival, eh? Sounds like Flint trying to muscle his way into favorite uncle” the model teased turning to look at Emmet with a coy smile.

Emmet simply snorted. “As if. I am Emmet, and it will take a lot more to beat me.”

“So, Ingo, when are you planning to finally pop the question?”

“Question?”

“You know, Tie the Knot, get down on one knee, when are you finally going to propose to Zisu? I’ve had this idea for an amazing wedding collection, and I just think it would be perfect for your big day.”

“Okay, for starters, if I got down on one knee in front of Zisu, the first thing she’s going to do is laugh cause she knows I can’t get back up. Second of all, do we even need to get married? I mean, would it really change much? I don’t know if it's a train that’s ready to leave the station.”

“Oh Come on Ingo, you already have two kids with the woman, both of whom are seven. She is a battle fanatic, she thinks you're charming, you two get along like you’ve known each for years and she is strong enough to pick you up and throw you over her shoulder with ease. Lock that shit down already.”

“Look, you should probably be talking to her about all this, I mean, there’s a chance she’s not into the idea either. We haven’t really talked much about that kind of stuff, mostly just about the kids, different battles, Pokemon, and maybe going out for a coffee when she flies up to drop the kids off.”

As much fun as it would have been to join Elesa in Tormenting his brother’s fear of rejection, Emmet felt his attention shift away from the conversation as he looked out towards the park.

There were people walking calmly down the path, either taking in the beautiful weather or cutting through on their way somewhere else. A few couples and friend groups lounging on the grass. He even spotted a few trainers here and there playing with their pokemon, it was tempting to maybe get a battle or two in.

It really was the perfect day…

So why did he feel so unsettled?

At first he thought that maybe it was just his fries. Maybe they were just too greasy? Maybe they had too much salt? But as he ignored his food, the feeling only seemed to grow, and yet nothing seemed amiss. 

With a sigh, he simply shook his head and returned to his food. Maybe Ingo was right, maybe he had been down in the subway tunnels too long, not that he would ever admit it. 

So, just closed his eyes, listened to the sounds of his family chatting and the flying types singing.

That’s when he noticed it…

Despite the chatter happening next to him, it was far too quiet.

The flying types that should have been in the trees were completely silent. He couldn’t even hear the sounds from the pokemon that were with their trainers.

It was just so… wrong.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he heard someone call out from a distance.

“Why’s it suddenly dark?” someone else called out.

Emmet opened his eyes, and immediately noticed that bright sunlight that had nearly blinded him earlier, had dimmed considerably, and yet there still wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. So what was going on?

“I don’t remember seeing anything about a solar eclipse today.” Elesa stated as she started to stand up from the bench to see what was happening, and the twins were quick to join her.

All around them, people pointed to the sky, aiming they’re phones towards it as if to get a better look, and once he saw it, Emmet couldn’t blame them.

“What in Arcuses name is THAT!?”

There in the sky, completely blocking out the sun, was a large square shaped object. 

It honestly looked a bit silly, looking at it. Like someone had taken a pair of scissors and cut the sun out of the sky, leaving behind a square shaped hole. It just hung there, not seeming to move as everyone in Nimbasa city, maybe even all of Unova, Stared up at it.

“Is that…Some kind of Pokemon?” Ingo questioned as he looked up at the sky like everyone else, titling his head slightly as if that would let him see it better.

“Not one I have ever seen.” Emmet commenting, shaking his head. “It is strange, verrrrry Strange.”

“Maybe it’s an Ultra Beast, like from Alola?” Elesa added, taking a step forward.

There was a green glint from the shape, very small, barely noticeable, but before Emmet could even draw attention to it, Three large balls of energy suddenly came into view.

One struck the Farris wheel over by Elesa’s gym, destroying the wheel and the buildings around it, causing Elesa to scream out in Horror. The Second struck the small stadium, and the final few off towards Castelia. And as each one found its target the ground shook.

“It’s Attacking!?” Ingo shouted over the screams that started erupting, “We need to get Everyone to Safely!”

Emmet nodded but before he could even move the air seemed to shimmer with a greenish tint, and bodies started to form from thin air.

They looked oddly…Human?

Humans with metal, wires, tubes, and devices seemingly grafted to their bodies, Emmet could even see one who’s entire low face had been replaced with tubes and metal. Their skin looked sickly pale covered in sweat and not a hair on their heads. 

And there were hundreds of them, from what he could see.

Ingo and Emmet shared a quick look between them.

Was this some kind of new gang like team plasma?

“WE ARE THE BORG!” they all spoke at once, in complete unison. Their voices came from all around and Emmet quickly realized there were far more than he originally thought. “Lower your weapons and surrender yourselves. Existence, as you know it, is over. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your Culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is Futile!”

At that moment, all the ‘Borg’ started to move at once, marching forward at a calm pace towards the nearest person.

At first, the only movement made was a simple backstep to try and put a bit of distance. 

Some people tossed out pokemon, but the Borg did not reply in kind.

Some people tried to talk to them, but the Borg did not respond. 

One person even ran up to one and punched them in the head, a brave or stupid move, Emmet was unsure. But it did get a reaction, as the Borg swung around with a hand that looked like it belonged on the end of a crane and knocked the poor foolish soul to the ground, before kneeling over them.

At that moment all Hell broke loose, as panic started to arise and people started to try and flee.

Once more, the twins shared a look, the plan had not changed, they needed to get people to safety.

“Elesa!” Ingo called over the crowd with ease, snapping their friend out of her stupor. “Guide as many people to Gear Station as you can, We will cover your retreat!”

“What?! Are you guys crazy?! I’m not leaving you to fight alone!” She cried back, tears still running down her face causing her makeup to run.

“Someone strong needs to lead them there, the Borg, or whatever they seem to be swarming the city.” Ingo added.

“I am Emmet, and we will be fine. We will meet you verrrry soon.” Emmet Urged her on, moving to stand next to his brother as he pulled Eelektross’s Pokeball from his belt.

For a moment, Elesa looked like she was going to argue, before pulling a pokeball from her coat and starting ordering people to follow her. “You two better be there” Emmet heard her mutter before she took off down the street.

Under normal circumstances, the use of Pokemon against humans was frowned upon, as Pokemon could easily cause lasting damage to a person. But when people like team Rocket and Team Plasma attack cities it was at times the only way to protect civilians. And this was no exception. 

“Eelektross! Use Thunder Wave!”

“Chandelure! Use Psychic! Try to keep them away from gates!”

“Galvantula! Electroweb!”

“Excadrill! Dig pit holes under their feet. Keep them from moving!”

At first it was working. They were able to gain some ground and push the horde back. Some trainers even joined their efforts and sent out their own pokemon to fight back as they slowly made their way out of the park. 

Borg were falling,left, right and center. either paralyzed or completely unmoving to the ground, possibly dying from the assault of all different types. Others were trapped by the very ground under their feet, completely imobile. Some even hung in the air by forces beyond their control. 

It was almost ridiculously easy. They weren’t even fighting back. They didn’t send out pokemon of their own to defend themselves, they probably didn’t have any.

But the Borg kept coming, felting over their fallen with little care.

Suddenly, Pokemon attacks were doing less and less damage. Taking two or three hits just to take down a single Borg. 

Every Borg that fell from a ranged attack, was soon replaced with one who didn’t even flinch.

If one fell through a hole in the ground and got stuck, the next one was more careful, or was able to pull themselves free. 

And Psychic moves started to have less and less effect.

Soon, the moved without any setbacks from any Pokemon.

Worst of all, their numbers didn’t seem to be falling, instead they seemed to be…growing?

The faces of fellow trainers slowly started to disappear from view. At first, Emmet had hoped that they had taken the chance to escape while they could, but their Pokemon were left behind, alone and confused as to where their trainer went.

That’s when he noticed some of the Borg weren’t as armored as the others, and had little to no mechanical attachments. They had hair, and clothes, yet their skin was mottle and black veins could be seen. 

And their faces…

Emmet could have sworn he’d seen a few of those faces on the Battle Subway. But that couldn’t be…could it?

Were they turning people?

A hand Suddenly grabbed hold of him, forcing his back to bend backwards as he stared up at the Borg that had ensnared him. It was the face of the trainer who had stood next to him not five minutes ago. 

The Borg raised their other hand and Emmet watched in horror as two wire like tendrils broke through the skin and snaked towards his own next.

“EMMET!” Ingo cried as he slammed his body into the side of the Borg, knocking them off their feet and forcing them to release the younger twin.

Quickly, Emmet scrambled away, getting back to his feet before he could be grabbed again.

But as before, the Borg seemed to learn, and Emmet could only watch as he brother was held still by two sets of hands, as a third came towards his neck.

It Happened in seconds, yet to Emmet, it felt like a lifetime.

He watched in horror as wires came out of one the Borg’s arms and sunk deep into Ingo’s neck, and his brother’s body went slack, the colour completely drained from his skin, and black veins crawled their way up his Skin.

The Borg released his brother, and when Ingo looked back at him it was with a cold dead stare as he joined in their march.

“Ingo.” Emmet muttered as his brother started to walk towards him at a steady pace, his skin becoming paler and more sickly with every step. “Ingo, Please.”

But there was no response, his brother just continued forward. 

“Ingo, I don’t know what they did to you, but I’m sure it can be undone, please just fight it.” Emmet begged, trying to keep out of reach, now completely aware of the danger that was not in front of him.

Even if that danger now had the face of his brother.

Ingo suddenly grabbed his arm, and pulled him close with surprising strength. 

“I am Emmet. Ingo, I know you’re still in there, please.” At this distance Emmet could almost see something moving under his brother’s skin, puppeting him around, changing him. Yet he could also feel the hesitation with Ingo’s movements. 

Ingo wasn’t reaching towards his neck, just merely holding him in place and staring at him; tears building up in his eyes and dripping down his face without a single blink or twitch of his face. Emmet got the feeling he couldn’t even begin to understand the horror his brother was feeling right now.

“Ingo.”

“StarFleet” The Borg all spoke at once, Ingo’s voice joining their unity. “Initiate tactical retreat” 

The hand holding onto his arm released without warning, and Emmet stumbled back, watching as the air started to shimmer once more with that greenish tint around all of the Borg, brother now included with the mix, as they all started to dematerialize into thin air; leaving only bodies and destruction behind.

Emmet stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the exact spot Ingo had been standing moments before. His hands shook from what he just saw, only to be nearly blinded by the sun as the square shaped object disappeared from the sky.

“Ingo?”

[thekinkyleopard]

Hot for Teacher

Part 6

A Remi and Levi Non-Canon Fic Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sic fic, fluff, caretaking

Author’s Notes: I haven’t forgotten HFT I just haven’t had the brain power for it, however I think I have a good idea for how this chapter will go. I didn’t realize I screwed up the time line order, I thought I’d be on p9 but I’m only on 6 :^) LOL so I got a bit overwhelmed. Enjoy! @aller-geez Owns Remi and did the cover art as always!

Description: Professor Levi is out with, you guessed it, the cold he caught taking care of Remi. The wolf feels terrible and offers to take care of the educator at his own place. Problem is, it’s not suitable for anyone to be living in.

Levi woke up two days after caring for Remi and realized just where he went wrong in his ever so mundane and unexciting life. He was sick. Sicker than a dog. His whole body ached and his throat tickled. “Uhhggg…” he grumbled weakly as he turned over to see he was awake 20 minutes before his alarm was set to go off. There was no way he could go to work like this. He was going to have to cancel class.

He sat up, his world spinning, and feeling worse for wear, grabbed his phone and opened up his school emailing system.

“Hello Class, it seems I have come down with some sort of virus. I will be unable to attend class today and probably not Thursday either. Therefore, no class at at all this week. Enjoy the free days, I won’t be collecting your assignments; so take it as a free extension as well. See you all next week. -Sincerely, Professor Anderson.”

Levi laid back in his bed, slumped over and ready to let this cold take him into a 12 hour coma. However it wasn’t but 3 minutes after he sent the email, his phone started ringing. “Who the hell…”he sighed coming to and looking over at the screen of his phone. It was Remi. Figures.

“Yes?…Snnddff…” Levi answered the phone with a hoarse voice and a sniveling nose.

“You’re sick,” the voice on the other side sounded stern, cold almost as if he wasn’t pointing something out but in-fact stating it, with aggression.

“Yes…” the educator trailed off, unsure of why the other would be so, irate with him in this moment.

“Come over, let me take care of you,” pushing aside the fact his favorite white and black haired male hadn’t said a thing to him, but instead he had to find out through a class announcement, he got right to the reason he called.

“That would be…super weird..” the other hesitated now, his voice trailing off before he actually thought about the suggestion.

“Why?” Remi asked perplexed now, what could be so wrong about a student taking care of his ailing professor? It wasn’t a crime! Was it?

“Because, don’t you live with other students?” Truthfully, he didn’t know a whole lot about the student’s living situation. Lots of his students lived in dorms or in houses with other students.

“Nah, I live with some dudes I knew from my old middle school…they don’t go to college, and that’s all I can really say,” that was suspicious, and immediately the cat found himself more than intrigued. However, he respected the other’s wishes and didn’t press any further.

“Okay…well my house has privacy,” The professor stated a very real fact for them both to consider, seeing as he was sick as hell and would require peace.

“Mine does too! They’re gone for the week…come on, come over…” truthfully, Remi hated leaving his place. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say yes and immediately take care of Levi where it was logically more convenient, and not to mention nicer. It’s just, leaving his place didn’t guarantee safety. He lived in a trap house. To spite his pompous father, which had advantages but disadvantages…no rent but often the people coming and going…would steal from him. He also wasn’t allowed to leave, unless for short trips, when the roomies were out of town, which albeit rare, but it was serious business. He was the only one protecting the house, and all the goods hidden inside it.

“I don’t know…..SNndFf..” Levi considered it but ultimately felt nervous. What if someone from school saw him pop in? How many people lived near by that attended his course? He bit his lower lip, sweating profusely he groaned. “I don’t feel well enough to drive….” Trying to come up with another excuse.

“I can come get you, my roomie left the keys to his car I can borrow it s’long as I don’t crash it,” the professor could almost hear the other’s body vibrating with pure excitement, so he sighed outwardly and shook his head.

“Alright…fine I’ll get my things together snnnddff…and we can go to yours this time,” he sounded defeated but he could just blame it on the illness coasting inside of him. He knew what he had done just a few days prior would come back to haunt him, terribly.

“Sick, okay, I’m gonna get the keys I’ll be there in 10,” before the educator had time to respond the wolf had hung up and he was met with the small chime that comes from the end of a call.

“Ugh, this dude is gonna get me into some serious trouble…” he sighed before shaking his head back and forth. Which only caused the brain in his skull to rattle around which made him swiftly grab at both sides of his temples, squeezing lightly. “Hnn…” he groaned in agony before taking a deep breath. He could do this.

His body slid its way out of bed and he managed to throw some underwear and his toothbrush into a backpack before he had to sit on the bathroom floor and hang his head, unable to keep it up. “Almost…done…” he sighed, out of breath though he had managed minimal progress. Was he really almost done? Nah, but in his soul, he truly was. Dragging his body back up off the floor he sighed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and shoving them in his bag as well. That’s really all he needed for clothes right? He snuffled loudly, sliding his hand under his nostrils and leaving a shiny wet trail across his hand he grimaced. “Ugh Ew…” quickly he turned to grabbed a tissue off his nightstand and proceeded to wipe his hand clean, as well as his face. “I don’t know what I expected,” he shook his head again, slower this time, before realizing he needed to load up on meds.

Trying not to move too fast, or shall he pass out but, made haste into grabbing the medications he would need at the student’s abode. Tylenol, Motrin, ibuprofen, Nyquil, Dayquil, cough drops, mucinex…ear plugs, eye drops, anything really you might need for a mysterious virus. His backpack was now properly stuffed and he couldn’t be bothered to fit more if he wanted to. “Okay I think that’s good…” his lidded eyes blinked slowly as they scanned over his zipped up bag.

His phone suddenly went off, the ringtone he had set for Remi made him much more eager to answer. “You here?” He immediately asked, almost delusion-ally excited to spend more quality time with the student, but trying to keep it under wraps. He didn’t want it giving the other a big head.

“Yeah just pulled up,” he sounded much more casual than the first time they had spoken that day.

“Okay I'll be right down...' hanging up the phone before gathering his bag over his shoulder, he made sure he had his keys, all the electricity was off and the house was properly secured. Even though his head was pounding and he felt like he had been set on fire he was burning such a hot fever, he had to make sure things were in order for him to be gone. Who knows how long he'd be held up in Remi's place.

“Coo'…” Remi shot a quit answer before hanging up the phone, waiting almost equally as impatient and excited as the other. He took a deep breath, almost nervous, he'd been inside the professor's home. It was incredibly nice, well kept, modern....while where he lived was...falling apart, trashed, unmanaged. He knew it wasnt his fault it was like that. Any time he tried to take it by the balls and maintain order or cleanliness, he was either shot down or it was just destroyed within minutes of cleaning. It was just best he only focused on his own space. Least there was only one person to blame when that got messed up. He shook his head and bit his lower lip, despite the nerves he was determined to show the other man, he could be reliable; that the professor could count on him to be an equal partner.

Levi came toddling slowly to the vehicle and opened the passenger side door sliding his bag in first and awkwardly crumpling around it in his seat. "Hi," he sighed looking over at the other with an exhausted expression written all over his face. Remi clicked his tongue, shaking his head back and forth before he ran his fingers through Levi's slightly dampened locks of white hair.

"Hey there....sorry I got you sick," the raven haired man's lips slanted in disdain, he was genuinely upset with himself for having gotten the educator ill, but couldnt help but notice just how cute he looked. The tip of his nose was red and irritated from the constant rub of a tissue, his eyes were glossy and his cheeks were just slightly pink from the fever. Remi tried not to make it so obvious that his heart was racing through the cavity of his chest as he finally got an in person look at the cat.

"It's uhm....it's Huh'..." his nose tickled, and teased, he could feel an inevitably large sneeze approaching. He crooked his elbow while he settled into the car and covered his mouth. "Huh'TSCHHhiew!" he blew into the fabric of his hoodie. Remi, from the driver seat, doing his best to focus on the task of getting them safely back to his house, blushed brightly as he heard the other’s soft, yet audible explosion.

“Uh, Bless you there, kitten,” he smirked trying to remain that same calm, cool and collected man he usually projected himself to be. Levi also blushed now, just slightly embarrassed to be seen in such a state, perceived while ill. It was a new feeling, his ex wife tended to sleep at her mother’s whenever he had gotten sick in the past. It was, refreshing? That the wolf was so incredibly eager to take care of him and essentially was going out of his own way to prove that. Despite that he really didn’t want to, the educator wound up having to wipe his nose using the back of his sleeve, sighing deeply as he did so.

“Thank you…” he responded to Remi, trying to hide behind looking out the window after having cleaned his face quietly. He didn’t want to bring too much attention to himself, however, the more he tried to hide it, the more obvious it was. The wolf found it almost impossible to keep his eyes on the road, feeling like he was missing out on something extremely important all whilst the cat tuckered himself into a ball within his seat.

“Of course, we’re uh, almost to my place , promise,” hoping to reassure Levi who’s eyes fought to stay open the longer they were in the car, losing the battle through every second, yet his eyes snapped back open whenever the car jolted. He slowly turned his head , looking down, Remi had placed one hand at his thin thigh, gripping it with a loving force, and rubbing the space gently with the pad of his large thumb. The gesture, though small, sent the cat’s heart into a thudding frenzy, his cheeks turning red again. He looked away, biting his lower lip.

It was almost an awkward car ride, Levi hadn’t anticipated the other to be so…quiet? Where was the cocky know it all he was used to? This was interesting. As they pulled into the driveway of a home that would make anyone walk a little faster, Levi began to regain full consciousness.

“So, we’re here…it’s not the nicest and like…before you go in you need to know that MY space is clean, but there ain’t shit I can do about the rest…trust me I’ve tried,” shaking his head with shame he let out a deep breath, almost nervous he would be rejected for the state of his humble abode. Levi didn’t even care if they were going into a wet cave at this point he just knew he didn’t want to be conscious anymore. Nodding gently to show he at least acknowledged what the other had said to him, they slowly made their way out of the vehicle and into the house. Clinging to his backpack Levi almost felt cured of his eternal drowsiness, the place was filthy. Cans, bottles, everywhere, like they’d had 15 house parties in a row and didn’t clean up. He shuddered to himself trying to keep his thoughts inward and not make the other feel bad for his living environment. Remi just took the educator by his hand and led him through the pathway of clear floor amongst the garbage and misc. clutter.

“My room is down in the basement, it’s the only room that actually locks but….it’s always fucking cold, and I often forget to lock the bitch so I’ve had my shit nicked a few times,” the wolf sighed deeply with irritation, he really only had himself to blame when it came to him getting swiped on. It was every time he’d get overly excited to get to school, only to leave his door unlocked. He’s lost quite a bit this year.

Levi followed the wolf silently down the basement stairs to a relatively relaxing space. Freezing? Yes, but he noticed a large comforter and a few spare blankets nearby so, it probably wouldn’t be too bad. Tapestries and different posters strewn about the walls of the space. Remi had a large king sized bed, a dresser, space for a couch and coffee table, as well as a mini fridge. It really was almost like a small studio down in his bedroom just no bathroom or kitchen. “Home sweet home, make yourself comfortable,” he encouraged the other as he took his bag off his shoulders for him and set it nicely on the ground. Being in this space you would think that it was a completely different spot than upstairs, like you almost half expected a house as equally comfortable as his room was waiting on the other side of the door. That would be wishful thinking.

Levi shlucked his bag off his shoulders with the help of the other and when he got to his hoodie, he realized that the scent from the rest of the house had lingered within the cloth there. As the fabric pulled over his head and across his nose it caused a sudden series of explosions out of him. “—hah’ESHHh‘uh!!…S-sorr— H'ptschu! Hh’Etshu!” He suffered at the fate of foreign smells wreaking havoc upon his nasal cavity. “God that’s so embarrassing…” he whimpered as he realized a line of snot was dripping down his overfilled nose. Practically panicking as he looked around for a way to clean himself up.

“Hey, don’t worry…” the black haired male quickly grabbed a couple tissues and stepped forward, bringing his clothed hand to the other’s messy face, with gentle motion he wiped the sticky mess from Levi’s agitated flesh, looking over the other’s tired eyes with adoration. It caused the educator to feel incredibly small beneath his gaze, almost wishing he could cut the distance with a desperate kiss…but they both remained as they were. The larger eventually finished his task and pulled his hand away, tossing the tissue into a nearby waste bin. “All good to go,” he smiled at the other. Levi blushed softly, before he felt his lips pull up into an involuntary smile as well, unable to place the fluttering inside his chest.

“Thanks…” the leopard cleared his throat grateful for the other’s attention, but very much not used to it as he felt the tingles of butterflies overcome him. “So I just…slide in here then?” The professor felt out of place, almost awkward, this was new for him…giving responsibility to someone else, allowing himself to be vulnerable.

“Yeah, just make yourself comfortable however you need…did you bring meds and stuff?” He asked curiously, picking Levi’s bag up off the floor to almost silently ask if this would be their location. Levi nodded simply in response, stripping himself down to his boxers and his standard shirt before he crawled into the large blanket and sheets, slightly shivering from the cold temperature of the basement. “Have you taken anything yet?” Remi once again speaking to Levi, but looking through his bag, taking out the aide he had brought with.

“No nothing yet…sDnnFf,” he snuffled loudly while he watched the other organize his things into the side table of the bed.

“Okay so then I’ll give you some nyquil, and mucinex and hopefully that should help clear you up at least…and get you some rest,” the wolf didn’t know much about medications or taking care of someone, so most of the things he was doing, or planned to, he was also googling on his phone.

Can you mix nyquil and mucinex?

Yes. They contain different ingredients. Just don’t mix Mucinex DM with Nyquil.

Cool. He wasn’t trying to overdose his professor on cold medication by accident. Dosing the medication correctly he brought it carefully to the ailing male. “Open up,” he smirked with a tablespoon of nyquil. Levi rolled his swollen cerulean eyes before opening his maw lazily, almost squinting to brace for the nasty taste of the meds. “Good boy,” something about that made the educator vibrate and burn within his spot on the bed. If he wasn’t terribly ill…that might have made it impossible to deny the student any longer. He gracefully swallowed down the medication and smiled when the spoon left his mouth.

“Thank you,” Levi wiped the sides of his mouth now, groaning as he laid back to get comfortable again.

“Hold on, you gotta take the mucinex too…” Remi reached over to grab the other’s hand, both of them freezing in place as it dawned on them how touch starved they were even if it had only been a few days since they last seen each other.

“S-sorry…” Levi cleared his throat before sitting back up carefully, the wolf chuckled shaking his head softly before grabbing the pill and handing it to the smaller male. The white haired man popped it into his mouth and Remi was quick behind him with a water bottle. It had been on his night stand for a few days but it hadn’t been opened or even the seal cracked so, he knew it was still a viable option.

“Don’t be sorry…” brushing a few strands of white hair away, that had been stuck to the educator’s clammy forehead. “I like taking care of you,” he smiled softly, the softest the other had ever seen him truthfully. Levi blushed brightly, as if his face wasn’t red enough. He nervously looked away unable to keep eye contact anymore as he felt the embarrassment rise within him. He was so used to being the one in charge, it was always so foreign when he was with the dominant student.

“You do?” Levi asked the raven haired male shyly, before the wolf gripped the other’s chin softly in his index and thumb, bringing it over to face him again.

“Absolutely…it’s times like these that I can show you what you’d be getting if you just chose me,” his voice smooth, Husky even as he exposed his truth.

“You know I-…” Levi started, again trying to speak logically, but then was suddenly cut off by a much more solemn Remi.

“I know…humor me? Just tonight?” He almost sounded like he was due to break, his heart not wanting to be reminded of their particular situation, and how often the professor rejected him.

“Ok—HET’Shhh’eu, h-Hh’Etshu !!” Yet again, cut off by the sudden force of an irritating tickle becoming a full fledged release. It didn’t give him much time to cover but he flung his head to the side and sneezed outwardly past Remi’s face, a fine mist barely skirting past the other’s surprised features.

“Bless you, kitten,” he smirked bringing his index up to wipe at the leaking mess from the ailing one’s nose.

“Thanks…snNdDff….” Reaching over for one of the tissues in the box at the night stand, Remi presented it then to Levi, who took it gently in his hand. As he rubbed the soft material against his aching nostrils, his glassy ceruleans looked down, between himself, they crossed over and Remi couldn’t help but feel his breath catch at the base of his throat.

“No problem….” He sat there almost stuck solid as he stared openly at the other tending himself. He bit his lower lip while another blush fell across his cheeks. The cat looked up, and noticed the other intrances upon him…he cleared his throat.

“Feelin’ kind of sleepy…” yawning, trying to avoid eye contact, the other baring down on him was almost too much to take. He’d never, felt so admired. He had to keep remembering and reminding himself of their structure, he couldn’t let his guard down…but he was so weak to resist.

“Oh, yeah, of course…tuck in, I gotta uhm,” he swallowed harshly before swiftly coming to a full stand, coughing slightly to clear the air. “Study,” nodding seriously, he looked about Levi’s snuggled up body and the area next to him to make sure he had everything he would need. “Let me know if you need me, ok?” Remi smiled sincerely at the smaller of the two, tenderly caressing his flushed and warm freckled cheek. The leopard almost melted under the simple gesture but instead buried himself deeper within the comfort of the bed. Nodding his head slowly in response to the last thing Remi had to say.

Remington stood there for a bit, waiting to make sure the other fell asleep before he returned to his small corner desk. A dinky collapsible lamp that was gorilla glued to the wall, pointed downward upon an array of papers, utensils and books. He sighed quietly trying to keep himself from being too loud in his distaste for the dive he was about to do. Sliding regrettably into his uncomfortable fold out chair, he began to mull over the last place he was at in his process.

An hour went by of silent concentration from Remi, the educator having fell fast asleep, hard as his lips gapped open and he drooled slightly out the side of his mouth. Normally he was a much prettier sleeper but, when he was ill it was pointless. He snored gently, the sound almost comforting to the student, a reminder that he wasn’t here alone for once. At some point he couldn’t stand that his back was facing the ailing man, so without a sound, he got up, turned his chair and faced the other as he slept, scooting a bit closer to the bed than the desk itself. He just longed to be near the man, he bit his lower lip, he would do anything for him if he was being completely honest with himself.

He shook his head gently and returned to look at the book within his lap, letting out a disappointed exhale before returning to his obligation. He knew if he wanted Levi to take him seriously, he was going to need to pass and graduate. Prove to him he was capable of growth, and being his equal. Regardless of how the two started.

Levi stirred, rubbing at his nose sleepily without lifting his eyelids, he tightened his grip upon the corner of the blanket and shoveled it around his chin tightly. His nose wiggled despite the previous nudge. It frustrated him, though still asleep, he could feel a building agitation prickling beneath the canals of his sensitive and reddened nose.

Remi had immediately picked up on the other’s distress, hearing the blanket shuffle. His emerald greens glanced over to stare intently at the sickly man. He cocked a brow while he watched closely to the way the other’s thin brows furrowed with retaliation and his bridge crinkled with defiance. The wolf stood up slowly, setting his book aside before he walked over to the small man, who’s eyes were still squeezed shut. He ran his calloused hand through the strands of hair peaking out of the blanket shield. “It’s okay, kitten,” he cooed the male smoothly, his voice gentle, kind. Immediately the educator’s face almost softened before his whole body jolted, contracting inside the blankets.

“HDGXNT!” Muffled by the fabric of Remi’s down blanket, but the wolf smiled rubbing the pad of his thumb across Levi’s heated forehead.

“That can’t feel good, muffling them like that…” he spoke with that same reserve of patience and care. The leopard sniffled gently, his nose being free, compared to his mouth hidden by the material. Without opening his eyes, the professor slid the blanket down his gapping maw, wet and glistening around the edges of his lips from the humidity behind the blanket. Remi swallowed nervously, trying to remain the same, calm, capable man he had been this entire time.

“Eh’ehTSHU!! huh’TSCHHhieww!!” He finally released the demons from within him as a fine cloud of salivic spray drifted through the space before dissipating completely. Remi sucked in a deep breath as he watched the other’s slicked mouth explode so openly now in front of him. ‘In due time Rem…nows not the moment…’ he thought inwardly to himself before rubbing the pad of his thumb gently through the other’s dampened eyebrow.

“That’s gotta feel much better, hm?” He gave the other a gentle smile, and finally those lidded, glossy ceruleans he loved so much, peered up at him though his eyelashes, in the same instance, his arms unveiled themselves and he reached outward for the other.

“I’d…feel beddar ib you came here?” The black haired man almost stood frozen, stunned that the other was craving…him. He blinked his green orbs a few times before he nodded gently.

“You’ve come to the right place then!” He chuckled as they both worked in unison to make enough room for each other to slide in together like two puzzle pieces. Remi entangled the other within his arms and rested his chin against the top of Levi’s soft head of hair. Running a flat palm up and down the educator’s spine, causing him to groan subconsciously. “That’s it, just relax…I’ve got you, it’s okay,” the words, and the strong arms squeezed around his aching body, made Levi feel like a melting slab of butter. He had never felt more uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. While he felt like an entire pile of dog shit, this man was practically his knight and shining armor of illness. How did he get so lucky to have his undivided attention? Levi’s face pressed against the other’s slowly rising and falling chest, the beat of his heart faster than one’s rate should be.

Levi flushed, he knew why it sounded like that, as their bodies tangled around one another intimately. He knew he should pull away, try to show some restraint and boundaries but at this point it just felt too good, too right. They laid there until once more, the leopard found himself asleep.

A Few Hours Later…

The educator woke up in confusion, blankets tangled around his thin legs, his back against the bed and body sprawled in different directions, but the most important piece was, Remi was missing. He clasped his lips together, smacking to regain some sense of hydration from the consistent mouth breathing he had been doing. “R-Rem?” He managed through his dry maw whilst he peaked about the room. He noticed it was incredibly dark, normally one wouldn’t be able to see, but he relatively could. What he saw was, a missing Remi. He furrowed his brows and stepped out of the bed.

He shuffled gently to keep his leaking nose at bay while he trailed silently out of the basement and up the stairs. The educator walked in to the kitchen first. No Remi. But there were piles of dishes, filthy, stacked high in multiple columns about the small counter. It was dingy, grungy and musty, it looked like no one swept or mopped in this home since they moved in. A travesty. How was the other eating his meals? This was atrocious.

His heart started to ache within the cavity of his chest as he continued to search the house, catching a glimpse of the occasional skittering bug…he shivered. As he wondered into what he could assumed was the living space, also littered in trash and random hoarded items, a single couch and a relatively nice tv. Regardless of its poorly state, he noticed Remi, passed out on the couch with his assigned book in hand and a half burned out cigarette in the other. Levi shook his head with a small smile. He shouldn’t be sleeping amongst this slum. The cat found a space to sit next to the sleeping man who was half sitting up, half laying down.

“Hey…Rem…” he wiggled the other’s shoulder with his palm. “Remi….” He got a bit louder as he started to find the task at hand to be a bit…challenging. He furrowed his brows and huffed, what was he to do? Taking in a deep breath he slid up and into the student’s lap, bringing a hand up to caress the side of his face gently. “Remi come on, come sleep in the bed…” trying a more audible tone of voice this time, he watched the other’s eyeballs flex and twitch under his lids before eventually they creeped open slowly.

“Hnn…?” He stirred and looked now at the other in his lap, and registered what was happening. He blushed. Brightly. Then stuttered when he spoke. “I-I …uhm…fell asleep s-studying…” he swallowed hard, trying his damn best to not maul the small male alive. He couldn’t believe how tempting this entire situation had been. He had to sneak away when Levi fell asleep, he had to. It was too intoxicating watching his mouth separate and breath openly and obnoxiously with that cherry red complexion. When he had been sure the educator was asleep asleep, he snuck out to the living room, to avoid distraction and was studying out there when he fell asleep.

“Why are you out here?” Levi asked with a frustrated expression and it made the larger feel incredibly regrettable, but also his heart skipped a beat…he genuinely was upset they weren’t cuddling in bed still. That had to mean something.

“I didn’t want to bother you…you were so peaceful, but I needed to read…” he replied sheepishly, and the professor smiled with a tenderness that softened the overall atmosphere of the room. He leaned into the other, comforted again by the sound of his thudding heart.

“Your presence is healing…” Levi whispered against him, whom could only blink a few times into the space ahead of him before looking down to see the other had closed his eyes.

“Yeah?” Asking in disbelief, no one had ever told him that before. Usually they said the opposite.

“Yeah…” he drifted off as his body got comfortable again, regardless that it smelled much worse out here than it had down in Remi’s room.

“Here, lemme get you in bed, Kay?” His glistening emeralds bore down onto the wheezing professor as his labored breathing became a deep sigh.

“M’k..” he responded lazily pausing, inevitably finishing his thought. “Carry me?” He looked up at the man now, making eye contact, they sat there in a comforting silence before Remi’s lips pulled up into a tender smile.

“You got it,” sliding an arm up under the educator’s knees, and supporting his back before lifting them both up and off the couch. Without hesitation Remi made his way back into the bedroom within a matter of minutes; but yet again the cool air hit Levi’s bare legs, he shuddered weakly shoveling himself closer into the wolf’s heated chest. “I know, it’ll warm up in a second when we get under the blankets…”

“Don’t you have a heater?” Levi asked curiously, his voice slightly hoarse as he looked up to gaze at the bottom view of Remi’s face as they walked around the basement to their destination.

“Nah…” he replied dryly while they crossed the threshold of the room and to the bed .

“You can’t keep living like this…” Levi furrowed his brows trying to get the other to give him even a little bit of a gaze.

“It’s only a few more months…” shrugging his shoulders in another solid attempt to push off the squaller he knew he lived in. Was it pretty? No. It had potential, and at least his section of the house was well kept and bug free.

“Okay, then move in with me.” This caught them both off guard but Levi stood by it. Remi now setting the man down onto the bed he made eye contact finally staring him blankly in the face trying to search for a punchline, like he’d been told a joke.

“What?” He blinked in confusion and frankly disbelief, was he hearing what he WANTED to hear ? Or was he hearing it for what it was?

“Move in with me,” he repeated himself sincerely “No wonder you’re always exhausted…this isn’t a healthy or stable environment for you to be in Rem…” looking up at the other as Remi stood over him flabbergasted.

“….you serious?” The student almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was he daydreaming? Regular dreaming? No way he was awake right now as he looked at Levi dumbfounded.

“Dead,” the educator remained calm, steady in his decision. He couldn’t possibly allow him to live like this any longer now that he knew what the other was dealing with. Besides, he had a spare room, it didn’t have to be weird.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” Remi raised a brow, trying to call for a bluff that wasn’t being presented to him.

“Just don’t tell anyone and have all school related things sent to your parent’s address,” it was almost like he was too confident, too prepared. It was odd. Remi didn’t know how to feel or really react but his heart was racing a million miles per minute. Was he in? Or was he just taking pity on him? He still couldn’t be too sure, all he knew was he couldn’t wait to wake up everyday next to the professor.

“Easy enough I suppose,” he finally responded with a sly, sarcastic smirk now spreading across his face as he watched Levi get settled and comfortable in the bed finally as he replied.

“Is that a yes?” Looking up, flattening the blankets around him with his scattering palms.

“Are you, eager for that answer?” Licking his lips, the wolf bore down over him, sitting beside him now, but still somehow hovering.

“….yes…” looking down at his fingers trying not to meet the other’s hardening gaze

“Why? Why me?” He got close, so close his breath could be felt ghosting across the other’s face with anticipation for his answer. This was such a different man than what he was used to all these months. Was he finally warming up?

“You deserve better…you’re a good man, Remington…I just want the best for you,” blushing brighter than his sickly face already was, he looked up to meet the other’s gaze, they both melted. Remi chewed on his lower lip as he searched for a sign, something that would expose that this was all just a dream. Yet, he found nothing but sincerity as they stared into each other.

“…okay,” he responded shortly, almost as if he was holding his breath.

“Okay?” Levi questioned the other. He was usually so gung-ho, so quick, where was this sudden spout of insecurity coming from? He couldn’t get a proper read and it was frustrating in itself.

“Okay, I’ll move in with you,” Remi finally said more clearly that it made the smaller beam, but slowly, and in a gentle gesture.

“Okay,” he replied trying his best not to vibrate where he sat.

“So like, just for the rest of the semester or…?” Trying to clarify that he didn’t over stay his welcome in the next coming months.

“Well, we can cross that bridge….you should probably have a job before I go kicking you out at any point,” The other chuckled softly, with a slightly hoarse wheeze to it.

“What a thoughtful landlord,” Remi winked, smirking down at the other with playfulness.

“Landlord? Oof…” the white haired male shook his head slowly and couldn’t believe what he was really getting himself into. Yet, here he was, practically bouncing in his seat to set ahead into the future.

“You just love having control over me don’t you?” Again, the student teased the professor, but this caused Levi to slightly jolt and snap his gaze up to look Remi in the face again.

“Wh-wha!!! I!?” But cut off by a booming laugh emitting from the wolf’s chest.

“I’m just joking, relax kitten!…” he reached over to caress his softened freckled cheek, reassuring the man he was just being silly. “Besides…I know it’s only because of the control I have over you,” winking at him now with a cheesy smirk spread across his face.

“Uh?? What control? You don’t have control over me!” Rolling his bagged ceruleans, the other was clearly still exhausted from his illness but he couldn’t break himself away from the playful conversation between them.

“I don’t huh?” His glowing emerald eyes glared almost animalistic-ally now while they traced the other’s features slowly. He zeroed in on the professor’s blushing face, his chaffed nostrils and chapped lips. Holding back the demons within him to not have his way.

“N-no!” Sticking out his pale colored tongue, which snapped Remi out of his soon to be problematic behavior, and remembered that Levi was still ill. He rolled his emerald greens and shook his head.

“Fine, I’ll give you this one…but you need to rest up more…” The student now sounding much more stern, it made the educator tingle, and his flesh raised in bumps. He tried to push it aside and ignore it by changing the subject.

“Okay, but when I wake up again….can we order some pho? I’ll pay…I just really want some seafood soup…” he smiled shyly up at Remi who could only smirk at the other, crawling into the bed beside him and enveloping the cat in his arms.

“Absolutely we can, and I’ll pay…don’t even try to fight me on it,” he pushed his forehead to the other’s clammy one, emphasizing he meant business. Levi let out a small giggle before yet another prickling tease started to crawl through the walls of his nose, causing his whole body to tremble and shiver.

“Hey, you ca—Eh-TSHU!!” He covered himself by pushing his mouth into the wolf’s chest. The space now slick with mess and sick. He didn’t mind, in fact, Remi couldn’t help but chuckle at the other’s weakened disposition running his hand through those messy white threads of hair. He was just too cute…too delicious. He thought of the many different ways he could use this to his advantage but all instead he chose the long game. He would have the other, certainly, but not like this.

“I don’t think you have much a choice there, kitten,” leaning over he kissed the professor on the top of his head before whispering gently. “Just relax…you need to rest,” snuggling closer together. Levi almost forgot he was fighting against his own desires as he lost himself within the other’s tenderness, and care. He had never had anyone in his life treat him so gently before, with so much consideration. All he could do was nuzzle closer into the crook of the other’s armpit and nod his head in agreement, sniffling and snobbling, the sounds echoing off the walls before they eventually silenced, and he fell back asleep.

To be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Howdy yall 😀 did you enjoy this chapter? I know, it’s another slow one with no smut, but I loved writing all the fluffy bits and them bonding closer together. It’ll really make these next few chapters juicy as they build a bond in this series, and when they finally FOCK 😈 thanks for reading and being ever so patient with me 🤧🙌🏻 below is a piece done by @aller-geez 😍😍 she owns Remi!

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#5

Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Thanks for tagging me @logicgunn! I haven't done this in a while :)

Well They're No Friends Of Mine

(hp, snupin, marauder's era, oneshot)

"Look at him. Skulking about as usual."

Puffed Up Like A...

(hp, lucius malfoy/oc, lucissa, oneshot)

It had not been real.

A Little Nudge

(sga, mcshep, oneshot)

“Fine,” Rodney announced, slamming his tray down on the table, “I give up.”

The Truth Will Out

(hp, snupin, multi chapter, adult)

He knows something is wrong before the potion even touches his lips.

The Reckoning of Severus Snape

(hp, severus snape/euphemia rowle, oneshot, adult, dark)

There was never any performance: no lustful moans or delicate sighs, no hair cascading artfully down one shoulder, no sweetly whispered words, and certainly no declarations of love.

I Like Mine With A Kiss

(hp, fleur/tonks, multi chapter, adult)

Ever since she was a little girl, Fleur simply could not stand mess.

The Potion Seller and the Wolf

(hp, snupin, multi chapter, fairytale au)

The forest held few surprises for Severus Snape.

Aurora

(hp, severus snape/aurora sinistra, oneshot, adult)

"Are you okay, love? Do you want to stop?"

Narcissa

(hp, snucissa, oneshot, adult)

"Lay back down, darling. That's a good boy."

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27 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#4

Kinky Snupin sex, you say?

Is there any other kind? lol.

I thought I had more recs but the only one I seem to have bookmarked is Five Time Lupin and Snape Should Not Have Had Sex At Order Headquarters (But Couldn't Help It) by Snegurochka. Seriously - it's got everything. Humour, angst, kink, and even has surprisingly sweet ending.

I'd quite like to do a kinky Snupin rec list at some point. If anyone has any they want to share please feel free to add to this post!

My kinkiest fic by far is The Truth Will Out which I am actually going to update - shocking I know - today or tomorrow!

29 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#3

The Truth Will Out

A Remus/Severus fic 

Rating: E

Summary: When Severus spikes his Wolfsbane with truth potion, Remus reveals something neither of them expected.

Tags: porn with plot, porn with feelings, bdsm, dom/sub elements, dom severus snape, sub remus lupin, bondage, edgeplay, spanking, humiliation 

Chapter 11 is up in which it all breaks down at the role reversal. Or does it?

41 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#2

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin & Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape

Characters: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Mary Macdonald

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, snupin - Freeform, POV Remus Lupin, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Bullying, Dancing

Summary:

Whenever his friends pull a prank on Snape, Remus always looks the other way. But what if there's another option?

52 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just need a scene at the Battle of Hogwarts where Snape reveals his loyalties by breaking his cover to save someone's life. Then I need an epically clichéd fight scene where he takes on like ten Death Eaters and wins easily. Oh and I need it set to a soundtrack - preferably a classic pop rock song completely incongruous to a fight scene but someone works incredibly well.

98 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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Hello you mrs. lefty eyebag 😌

I'm doing okay, couldn't get up this morning cause it was so nice and warm. And it was cloudy and rainy outside. Just working now. How about you? What have you been up to?

I used to do that with my ex when we lived together. We fold the clothes together and she puts hers away, but then I end up reorganizing her stuff because when she picks out what she wants to wear and decides it's not what she wants, she puts it back all messy. And I'm just there like, no wonder it takes forever to get ready lol

I've read that one too! Where they pretended to be together so Vision can notice Wanda? I love the part that Vision is the eye doctor and his name is Vision hahahaha I thought that you were very clever and sneaky.

Yes, I want a game room too! I already know how it'll be set up and stuff. But I want to combine the game room and the movie room. So that when playing games, it'll be in a big screen TV with really good sound.

And it'll have a little fridge for snacks. Because whenever I game, I always need snacks lol. That's why I like the nugget ice. It's a weird habit, but I chew ice a lot.

I'm sorry about that! After I sent the ask, I was thinking to myself, damn why did I say that. I do get a bit flirty when I am tired and sleepy. Good thing I wasn't drunk, or I would have showered you with good compliments hahaha

I get flustered when people surprise me with things. Like if someone tells me that they got something for me because they saw it and it reminded them of me. So knowing that I crossed their mind and feeling appreciated.

Also what gets me weak is the smile and hugs.

Uh so when I used to live with my bestfriend, we basically just go into each other's rooms without knocking. So one time, I walked in on her and her boyfriend having sex. 😵 I ran out, so quick, and was so embarrassed lol

Hm, what's the first thing you would buy if you won the lottery?

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Hello hello righty eyebag!

sorry for the late reply? how was ur day?

my day was okay. I tried to write a bit n then chores n be a mom for the little sassy princess. lol. alsoooo, I made the cover for the dark fic with Nat mini series today!

I decided to announce it tonight and post the 3 parts that are ready since I dont think I cant finish it on time before my vacation. I plan to post all 3 this week. :D So yaaaay! I'm excited!

hahahaha yeah, he is like that too but i'm the one that take longer to get ready. lol. i meant i can get ready fast but when i have to do my hair n dress up, it's gonna take longer. :D

haha yeeep! That's the fic. I love the comment R said about Vision is an eye doctor but cant see how much Wanda into him. 😅

Oh yeah my game room of course have a full bar n kitchen too so i can have a drink snacks too.haha.

Sometimes i chew ice cube too but it depends how hard it is.haha.

Oh no no..dont be sorry or apologize. It's okay. I know u were joking about the flirty comment.. i was joking too. N u werent being disrespect or anything. So feel free to joke around. If u cross the line, i will let u know. 😊

Oh really?? So u always give compliments to people whn u r drunk? Thats nice n sweet. Maybe when u r drunk u should message me. I actually love when people drunk text me.😅

Aaww all the weakness u mentioned are cute n nice. I agree with u. I'm like that too. We r pretty similar.haha. i love something spontaneous act of care like that, it means i was in ther mind.

Oooh haha thats awkward. Good thing i never walk in to something like that.hhaha. i just remember but i dont know if this counts but i once serve my regular customer. They r a pretty cool couple But i think i once came to their table to check up on them n they were in a big argument or something so when i ask if i can get them anything else, both of them say a stern upset "NO" at the same time. I was like ooo okaay. N after that, i didnt go check on them until they ask for the check. 😅 i like them. I think both of them are pretty cool women. One of them is a cop n the other is a lawyer. They even bought me an eifel tower keychain n silk scarf when they went to Paris. 🥰

The first thing i buy when i win a lottery is my dream house n my dream car. Then maybe buy a business so the money will multiply.haha 😅 what about u?

Next question?

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Okay so! For your joker request thing!!!! My time has come!!!!! I once read this freaking fantastic fic on a website long gone and I’ve tried to find it ever since but essentially reader was an actress in Gotham schmoozed at a party with Bruce who she was kind of dating but not really into since she thought he was a rich playboy etc etc and walks home and gets kidnapped by the joker and forgive me this has been literal years but there’s some non con some Stockholm syndrome going on after being kidnapped and then she’s kind of torn between joker and Bruce both after getting to know Bruce better she kind of actually likes him but finds herself still drawn to the joker and at one point Joker carves his name into her thigh with a knife and like clearly if that’s not what you’re into whatevs I just wanted to help with getting creative juices flowing with the concept! I feel bad that it’s from an old fic from a dead website I can’t find anywhere but the concept is good and you asked for ideas and here it is ! Also zero pressure if this isn’t at all your thing just thought I’d send it in!

Your Switchblade Smile and Your Battle Wound Scars

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader

Word count: 768

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, violence, blood kink, allusion to non-con

A/N: the part where he carves his name into her thigh was actually what i was most inspired by from this lol, so i decided to write my interpretation of that. thanks for the idea!

“Good news, pudding.” He snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Today’s the day I set you free.”

You whined at that, shifting against the rope binding you to your chair. Weeks ago, you would’ve been thrilled at his announcement, but now it only made you scared. You’d grown so used to the dark, to the restraints holding you down like an embrace. What would you do without them, when he threw you back into the chaotic world on wobbly legs like a newborn fawn, round doe eyes wide the same way he’d found you?

What would you do without him to guide you through it, the way he had since he’d taken you?

He chuckled at your distress. “Don’t worry, dear. It won’t be forever.” He rounded the chair to stand in front of you, taking up the whole of your vision. “But I need to send a message to Batman. I need him to see what I’ve done to you.” He brushed his fingertips along your cheek in a strangely soft caress, tilting your face up to look at him. “How I’ve shaped and molded you in my image.”

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. He retracted his hand, and your eyes shot open. You tried to follow him, but the rope held you back. His eyes raked over you from head to toe. The dim overhead light cast grim shadows across his face. Before, you would’ve found him menacing, but now you were only comforted by his presence.

“How about I leave you something to remember me by in our short time apart?” He whipped out a switchblade, the light glinting off of the sharp edge.

You barely even flinched. After everything he’d done to you during your stay with him, a knife paled in comparison. Besides, you trusted him now. Any pain he caused you would only be for your benefit, even if you couldn’t see the bigger picture the way he did.

He got down on his knees in front of you, pushing up the hem of your shorts higher on your leg. You spread your legs wider, giving him easy access to wherever he wanted.

He looked up at you and grinned at your compliance. “This will only hurt a little bit.” Then, he brought the knife down on your leg.

You squeezed your eyes shut as white hot pain burst through your leg, setting your nerve endings on fire. You gritted your teeth to keep your screams in, nearly biting your tongue off in the process. Your hands scrabbled at the arms of the chair, and your nails scratched at the metal. The rope dug further into your wrists, chafing and rubbing the skin raw.

“Stay still.” His tone was soothing, a stark contrast to the pain he was inflicting on you. “It’ll be over soon."

Your head started to swim, your vision going blurry as you teetered on the edge of consciousness. In the very back of your mind, there was a voice that sounded a lot like yours screaming at you that this was wrong, that this shouldn't be happening.

“Stay with me.” You could hear him over the ringing in your ears. You thought he slapped you, but you were too out of it to be sure.

You pushed the voice down and focused on your breathing, drawing in deep breaths before exhaling through your mouth. Your chest rose and fell at an even pace. He was testing you, breaking you to see how strong you were. You couldn’t let him down.

When your vision cleared, he was done. You stared down at your leg. Carved along the entirety of your inner thigh, stretching from your knee almost to your crotch, was the name ‘Joker.’ Your entire leg throbbed as blood trickled from the crude lines down your skin and pooled on the seat beneath you.

He cackled, his high-pitched laughter filling your ears and echoing in your head. There was a boyish, almost childlike sense of glee in his eyes. “Now you’re stuck with me forever, sweetheart. There’s no getting rid of me now."

You sat up a little straighter, proud that you were the reason he was happy. He lowered his head and swiped his tongue along the cuts, reigniting the sting in your leg. When he looked up at you, your blood coated his lips a bright crimson, and he licked it away.

“You were so good for me.” He settled in between your legs, his hands creeping towards the apex of your thighs. “I think you deserve a reward."

[nagichi-boop]

Psychonauts fanfic - Overworked (Pt.1)

[ x ] - [Part 2]

Of course the best thing to do when finishing all the playthroughs for Psychonauts is to write a comfort fic lol.

Just a quick note for when you read this: a dash “-“ between paragraphs indicates a switch between what scene we are in (so if there are characters in different places, a dash indicates we are going to where another character is) or a change in time. Any speech written in italics indicate that it was communicated telephathically.

Spoilers for Psychonauts 1 and 2

— x —

“Pootie? Little Pootie, are you up, baby?” Donatella called out to the caravan, which Raz had been convinced to sleep in the night before. He had a dorm within the Motherlobe now that he was a Junior Psychonaut, but given the events of the past few days, his parents urged him to sleep in his old room as it would be more familiar to him. Deep down, Raz wanted to sleep in his new dorm as a fresh start, but seeing the worry on his mother’s face was enough to convince him to sleep with the family for the night.

Raz drowsily opened his eyes which seemed to be heavier than usual, but he chalked it up to not having slept well for the past few days. He was too busy saving the world, after all. Raz slowly sat up, then felt a throbbing in his head, causing him to hold it. He then recoiled as he felt heat emanating from his head. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew that he was sick with a fever. 

“Pootie sweetie, are you okay? Are you still asleep?” his mother called out again. Raz shakily got on his feet, taking a moment to gain his balance, then quickly threw on his clothes before walking to the door of the caravan. “Oh my little Pootie,” Donatella exclaimed. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.” Raz, still half asleep, stared blankly at his mother. “Let me check your temperature,” she added, which seemed to snap Raz out of his daze. He knew he wasn’t well, but he didn’t want to miss his first day as a Psychonaut. Who knew what might happen if he wasn’t there!

“It’s okay, mom,” Raz replied a little shakily. “I am still just a bit worn out from all that’s been happening. But I’ll be okay!” Before his mother could object, Raz activated his levitation ability and rolled away as quickly as he could. Once he’d gotten some distance away, he deactivated it, then stopped and stumbled sideways against a tree, catching his breath. ‘Did I really get that unfit since leaving the circus?’ Raz thought to himself, then shook his head dismissively and began to walk towards the Motherlobe, evading his family dotted around the forest as he made his way there.

He promptly walked up to the reception. “Good morning,” Raz chirped to the receptionist. He began to feel a bit faint, so he played it off by pretending to be smug, then rested his arm on the desk. “Are there any messages for me?”

The receptionist raised her eyebrow. “Weren’t you the intern that started here the other day?”

“Former intern, actually,” Raz corrected, briefly snapping back to his usual self. “It’s a long story, but today is my first day as an agent.”

“There hasn’t really been any announcements to pass along,” she replied.

Raz suddenly appeared a bit worried. “What do you mean? There has to be something, right?”

“Sorry int..agent, but there isn’t always some crisis that needs solving.” She then looked at the anxiety on Raz’s face. “If you are really looking for something to do, perhaps ask one of the other agents if there is anything you can help them with? At the very least it will give you a bit training.”

Raz lit up a little. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a nice day!”

She smiled back. “Enjoy your first day on the job, agent.”

Raz walked around the Motherlobe aimlessly for a bit, then was struck with an idea. “I know! I will go see if Agent Nein is doing any science experiments I can help with.” He coughed a little, then made his way to Sasha’s lab. He walked in, then noticed Sasha sat by his desk eating some food. “Hello Agent Nein!” Raz greeted cheerily. “Whatcha doing?” Sasha looked up at Raz then back to the papers in front of him. “Good morning, young man. I’m just eating some breakfast and talking with Agent Vodello while reviewing some paperwork. How can I help you?” “I was going to ask you that actually,” Raz replied. “The receptionist said that I should ask an agent if they needed any help in hopes of learning something.” 

Sasha pulled out a chair next to him, filling Raz with glee. To Sasha’s surprise though, he didn’t rush to get to the seat, taking his time to walk to the chair. Raz sat down beside Sasha, looking at the paperwork that he was reading.

“Is that…a list of applicants for next week’s Whispering Rock Camp?” Raz asked with a concerned tone. “I’m still surprised that is happening, all things considered.”

“Well, Coach Oleander has been dealt with thanks to your help. We have reviewed the situation and determined that there is no real risk to carrying out the camp next week. Plus as I told you yesterday, the camp is the Psychonaut’s main source of revenue.” Sasha mentally prepared himself for Raz to kick up a fuss, but to his surprise, Raz let at a quiet hum of acknowledgement and continued to blankly glance at the paperwork. “Is something wrong, darling?” Milla asked Sasha through their thoughts. “Your mind has gone oddly quiet.”

“Razputin seems to be hiding something,” Sasha replied sceptically. “He isn’t acting his usual energetic self. He seems sluggish somehow.” “Well, have you tried asking the poor dear?” Milla questioned.

“You know that isn’t really my specialty. Though I suppose given the events of late, it is worth asking at the very least. He has had a busy few days and a lot to process.”

Sasha glanced over at Raz, who he noticed was gently rubbing his arms. “Are you okay, Razputin? You don’t seem to be your usual self.” Raz flicked his head to look at Sasha as though he were frightened by his question.

“Of course I am,” Raz hastily responded, then remembered his mother’s words about lying and got nervous. “Well, okay, maybe I’m not 100% myself, but I think I am just anxious about it being my first day.” He rubbed his arms again. “Plus it’s a bit cold in here,” he added without thinking. “Cold?” Sasha replied confused. “It shouldn’t be cold in here. The heating is on.” Raz suddenly remembered that he was trying to hide his illness and began to panic, worrying he had tipped Sasha off.

“Oh it’s nothing, maybe I just felt a cold draft,” Raz spoke frantically, jumping up from his seat. He then stumbled back a little, instinctively grabbing his head again as it began pounding. He continued to wobble backwards as the room began to spin. “Actually, m-maybe if I can warm up the place up…” Raz’s voice began to wane. Sasha grew concerned and stood up, then walked a little towards Raz before he heard crackling to his side. He looked over and saw that the paperwork he was looking at was on fire.

“Razputin, calm down!” Sasha yelled, then took his jacket off and fanned off the fire from the paperwork. He then looked back at Raz, who was glancing around the room as though he were in a daze, his stance unsteady. “Razputin, can you here me?”

“What is happening, darling?” Milla asked with concern, but Sasha didn’t respond. He dashed towards Raz, who collapsed and was caught by Sasha. He then placed the back of his hand on Raz’s forehead and then quickly pulled it away after feeling how hot it was.

“Milla, do you think you could bring some cold blankets and ice packs and meet me at Razputin’s dorm room? I believe he has a fever.“

“Of course! I will be as quick as I can.” 

Sasha used his telekinesis to lift Raz up, then paused for a moment before deciding to carry him on his back. “It would be best to act with caution for his condition,” he whispered to himself aloud. He took one last glance at the burned up paperwork, then sighed and left his lab.As he approached Raz’s dorm, he met eyes with Milla who appeared very concerned. She then rushed towards Sasha. 

“Oh my stars, is the darling okay?” she asked frantically.

“It appears he is suffering from a fever,” Sasha answered trying to appear stoic. “And a bad one at that. He started using his pyrokinesis in my lab.” “Oh dear,” Milla spoke, then walked behind Sasha to inspect Raz. “He didn’t get hurt, did he?”

“He is fine. Once I ascertained that he was not well, I rushed towards him and caught him as he was fainting.” Sasha then paused for a moment. “He burned a few documents, but I am sure I can work it out later. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before.”

“Let us not delay, darling. The poor boy needs his rest.”

The two of them gently held Raz out in front of the Thinkerprint scanner, then entered Raz’s room. Sasha raised an eyebrow curiously as he walked towards the bed.

“It looks untouched,” he commented. “I didn’t think Razputin would be such a tidy person.” “Did he not tell you?” Milla asked. “He decided to stay with his family last night to recover from everything that happened.”

Sasha set Raz down on the bed carefully, then tried to figure out what had caused this situation. Raz was panting, his face streaming with sweat, to which Milla draped a cold blanket over him and placed an ice pack on his forehead. Sasha’s eyebrows then raised.

“Could it be that this fever was caused by overwhelming stress?” Sasha speculated. 

“Well that would certainly make sense,” Milla agreed. “I don’t know all the details, but he has been through a lot these past few days. Even agent Forsythe needed a break, and she didn’t even go through half of what the poor boy did!”

Sasha then looked at Raz who seemed to be relaxing a little, his breathing slowing down. “I don’t understand,” Sasha spoke somewhat agitatedly. “If he really was stressed, why wouldn’t he have told someone?” “Oh Sasha, darling,” Milla sighed. “The boy was so excited to do anything necessary to help, he probably didn’t even realise it himself. You more than anyone should understand what it’s like to not want to ask for help.”

Sasha stayed silent for a moment. “I suppose I will have to add how to ask for help on the list of things to train him on.” Milla raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, darling?” She then smirked teasingly. “Do you intend to become his mentor?” 

“Well, he does need someone to train him. We all need to be taught things from time to time. Besides, his former mentor turned out to be the mole of the Psychonauts.”

Milla smiled approvingly. “I’m sure Razputin would be thrilled to work with you, but we have the camp next week, remember?”

“I am aware,” Sasha answered. “I will find some work for Razputin to do in my absence. Perhaps I could even have him on standby in case something happens.” “I am sure he would willingly agree to that, but is that really a good idea?” Milla questioned. “He has already fallen ill because of the work. Maybe it’s best we let him ease back into it, hmm?” The two of them silently stared at Raz for a while.

“He seems to be stable for now,” Sasha spoke. “But we should probably have someone to watch over him in case he starts reacting again.”

“I will try and psychically reach his father. I’m sure he will willingly look after his son.” They stepped out of the room and then Milla closed her eyes for a minute. “Alright, I have contacted his father and instructed the receptionist to have someone guide him to Razputin’s room and to give him temporary Thinkerprint access to Razputin’s room. I’ve also asked that we be granted access for the time being so that we may help out should something happen.”

“Very good. If you are free, let us go together to discuss what to do about Razputin when he feels better.” The two of them walked in silent thought towards Sasha’s lab. “You know,” Milla spoke up softly. “Perhaps the reason Razputin did not talk to us was because we made him feel that he couldn’t.” Sasha furrowed his brows. “Whatever do you mean?”

“When we were at camp, we didn’t exactly listen to him when he tried to warn us about what Coach Oleander was doing. And again when we ignored Coach being brainless. Perhaps if we had listened, maybe would could have protected him and Razputin would not have had to merge psyches with him.” “You know as well as I do that dwelling on ‘what ifs’ can be harmful, dear Milla.” 

“But not just that! He was told by Truman, or well Gristol, to keep his mission to help Ford secret. Is it possible he maybe feels responsible for that, too?” “Ridiculous,” Sasha scoffed. “Not even we knew what Gristol was up to, let alone that he was acting as Truman. It would be foolish for him to blame himself.” Sasha then took a moment to contemplate. “Then again, he is so capable that I often forget that he is still a young boy. And though we know parts of his past, none of the Psychonaut agents have been inside his mind. Perhaps it would have been wise to check up on him after recent events.” Milla gently took hold of Sasha’s hand. “You know, a wise agent once told me that worrying about ‘what ifs’ can be harmful.” Sasha chuckled, squeezing her hand back. “Let’s get to work so that we can be ready for when Razputin feels better, hmm?”

-

Raz slowly opened his eyes and stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. His body ached and felt heavy, so he didn’t have the energy to move.

“Ah, you are awake,” a familiar voice spoke. Raz turned his head to the side sluggishly and saw his father sat smiling beside him. “How are you feeling, son?”

“I’m…tired,” Raz replied slackingly. “What happened?”

“I was told you passed out in Mr Nein’s arms.”

Raz’s face somehow became more red that it was. “I passed out…in Agent Nein’s arms?” he croaked anxiously. 

His father playfully laughed. “Don’t worry, my boy. I was told that he is only concerned about your feeling better.” Raz paused curiously. “How did you hear all of this?”

“That lady counsellor from your camp – Milla Vodello was it? She has been using her psychic powers to talk to me.” Augustus’ eyes lit up. “It’s rather fascinating actually. I never knew how much you could do with you mind.”

Raz smiled weakly. “You really have changed. Just a few days ago you would have…” Raz stopped, realising he didn’t want to finish his sentence. He then looked up at the ceiling. He chuckled anxiously. “Ah, never mind!”

Augustus became serious all of a sudden. “Razputin,” he spoke kindly. “I know the past few days have been difficult for you. They have been difficult for me, too. But you don’t have to do things alone anymore. You know that, right?” Raz briefly met eyes with his father before looking back up at the ceiling. 

“It’s just…” Raz paused for a moment, trying to compose his jumbled thoughts. “I keep having nightmares.” He moved the arm furthest from his father to his other hand, lightly scratching the back of his hand in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I end up back at that meat circus. You are there – or a version of you at least - taunting me from above. And then below…” Raz started to choke up. “And below me is Nona…no, Maligula. She is there trying to grab me. And when she pulls me down, you stand there…watching...laughing.” Raz suddenly pulls an arm up and wipes away his tears, then forces a laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s so silly. I know you’re not really like that.” Augustus suddenly holds Raz up to his chest, one hand on the back of his head and the other on his back. “I’m so sorry, son. You have been through so much all alone.” Raz whimpered in an attempt to speak, but instead burst into tears as he buried his head into his father’s shoulder, gripping the clothes on his back tightly. Augustus gently brushed the back of his son’s head as felt a tightness in his chest, leading him to start crying as well. The two of them held each other close, letting out the pent up pain they had been holding back until now.

-

The doors opened and Milla peered her head around the corner of the room, trying her best to avoid being noticed. 

“You can come in,” Augustus spoke, turning and smiling at Milla. “He went back to sleep.” Milla noticed the puffiness of his eyes, but decided that it was not worth commenting on.

“He looks very peaceful,” Milla commented. “He must be comfortable knowing you are here.” Augustus smiled. “I am thankful he has let me back into his life after everything I have put him through. But from here on out, I want to do my best to support him and look after him. I hope that one day I will become the father he needs and deserves.” Milla placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am sure Razputin will appreciate that. Please know that we will also do our best here to support him. We all deeply care about your son here and want him to be happy, too.“ She moved her hand off of his shoulder. “I will leave you two alone again, but please let us know if you need anything.” She then left the room.

Augustus stared blankly at the door for a moment, then his attention was suddenly directed to something grasping his hand. He quickly looked and saw that Raz has turned over and held his father’s hand, still sleeping soundly. Augustus smiled contently and brushed some hair away from Raz’s face.

“I love you, dad,” Raz mumbled in his sleep, catching Augustus off guard. He then hunched over, his shoulders quivering as he held back from crying. 

“I love you too, Razputin. So very much.”

— x —

Alrighty, that’s all for now! I don’t know whether to make a part two to this? Let me know if you think I should. Maybe having Sasha and/or Milla checking up on Raz when he feels a bit better and them having a heartfelt conversation about the events from the games and maybe having them apologise for not always listening to him and just generally caring for them.

(Also, please tell me if there are any errors. I think when I pasted this over from my Word document it pasted twice.)