#she understands what she wants and doesn’t have any problem getting her hands dirty and i feel like almost relishes in the chase

[kedsandtubesocks]

like yes i have ship lore with Gojo and he’s unfortunately always going to be my husband (derogatory) but the toxic lore i have with Shoko???

that shit brings me to my knees

[badbtssmut]

Reckless and sweet

What if you are equally in love with two guys and really can’t choose? You date them both. But when Taehyung and Jungkook find out about you playing them, they decide to dick you down together, you were the one greedily taking two dicks anyway, so what’s the problem?

Contains: attempt at porn with plot, implication that fortune tellers don’t work, reader will get caught so prepare for some feelings of anxiety, fear, etc, the guys tease reader when she’s caught, reader is dating them both without them knowing, text AU mixed with story writing, reader is a cute coquette girly, some angst, reader will have sex with both guys

Smut JK: Missionary, pussy licking and fingering, his face in her pussy

Smut Tae: riding, boobplay, from behind

Smut both: taking turns, blowjobs, missionary, reader is told she has a slutty face, dirty talk, they both cum in her, boobplay

Admin note: make sure to open the images, tumblr might crop some of the convos

“What brings you here, dear?”

"I can't choose between two guys. I… need help."

The fortune teller nodded knowingly, her fingers shuffling the tarot cards. "The cards will guide us," she said, spreading them out in a maze like pattern. "Let us see what the future holds for your heart."

You watched the fortune teller as she turned over the cards, one by one, the flickering lantern light illuminating each card. "There it is.” She tapped the card. “This card stands for “soulmate” and in combination with this card, it leads to…” Her hand inched closer to the two photos you had laid out. "I see, I see. This card shows that this young man is the one for you." She tapped on the photo. "The cards don't lie."

"Oh…” You slumped into your chair, a little disappointed.

“You seem disappointed, were you hoping for the other man?”

“No, that’s… not it. It’s nothing.”

Why tell her that this is your fifth attempt today to consult a fortune teller? And that everyone gave you a different story.

You stood up and paid her for her service. "Thank you for your help, Madam. I will take your words into consideration."

You weren’t a bad person, really. You didn't seek Taehyung and Jungkook out with the intention to cheat on them; all you desired was an unbiased answer, just a little something to ease your indecisiveness and help you decide. But… the results of all the tarot readings were inconclusive.

Your best friend told you to pick already and not lead them on any longer.

But that was easier said than done.

Your best friend wouldn’t understand, she isn’t you, she doesn’t experience the guys the same way you do— you were convinced if she had the same predicament that she would do the same thing you did.

But she didn’t have the same predicament, she had her soulmate already. So, you wouldn’t expect her to understand.

You stared at the phone in your hand, your thumb hovering over the texting app that will connect you to either Taehyung or Jungkook.

Which would it be?

You let out a sigh, putting the phone down.

Why did this have to be so difficult? You couldn’t recall the last time you had to make such a damned difficult decision.

Then, the doorbell rang, ripping you out of your focus. You got up and headed for the door, and once you opened the door, you were met by the delivery driver.

"Good evening, Miss. I have a package for you."

"Thank you.” You accepted the package and closed the door. You looked at the package and noted that the sender was Kim Taehyung.

“Gosh, he’s so sweet.” You smiled. He knew that you had been feeling blue lately and must’ve decided that he wanted to cheer you up a bit.

But if he knew the reason for why you were down, he would’ve probably smashed and broken this present in a thousand pieces.

You opened the package, carefully, not wanting to rip the packaging, and took out the present inside.

It didn’t take long for you and Jungkook to retreat to the bedroom after you arrived at his place, and you were soon lying naked on his bed, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy, his fingers buried deep inside you. Your legs shook with anticipation, a soft moan slipping from your lips as your hands tangled in his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy.

“I love how wet you get for me. All soaked and ready to be fucked," Jungkook flicked your clit with his tongue, before he moved away and started to pump his errection. His fingers were still inside of you, his fingers curling and hitting that sensitive spot deep within.

"O-oh!” Your body curved along with his movements.

“Yeah? That’s a nice spot, hm? Like it right there, feels good there?”

You could only nod, your voice trapped in your throat.

Jungkook continued to finger you, his thumb circling your clit, and you felt your orgasm build up. However, before you could hit your climax, Jungkook pulled away, and replaced his fingers with something much better.

He slowly thrust into you, filling you up, and his head dropped into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "Ah, fuck."

You were a moaning mess underneath him, your eyes closing as the pleasure intensified. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. The both of you didn’t speak; simply enjoying each other's bodies connecting.

Jungkook's thrusts increased in speed and power and you could feel the familiar coil tighten again, your body arching as you cried out.

"Close, close…” You panted.

"Come, baby. Let it all out," he whispered in your ear, leaving kisses on your neck.

That was all you needed, and your orgasm came crashing down, a loud moan slipping from your lips.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, riding out your waves of orgasm until he, too, came.

After the sex, Jungkook went to the kitchen to prepare dinner and you stayed in bed for a few minutes, and decided to check your phone for any notifications, and you saw a message from your best friend.

You joined Jungkook in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen island as you watched him cook. His broad shoulders and toned back faced you, and he was only wearing his joggers which he put on after the sex.

It was a nice distraction from the earlier chat you had with Ara. Part of you thought that you went too far, but another part of you felt like it was justified to respond the way that you did. She was constantly pushing you to choose already, but she failed to realize just how difficult it was for you to choose. Both men were absolutely perfect and there was zero fault in them… and that was the whole problem. You had waited for one of them to mess up; to start an argument with you, tell you they were an ex felon, kick a puppy, yell at a service worker, shove an old lady… ANYTHING. But their faults never came, not once have they slipped up and made you think that you wanted to break up with them.

Ara's words played over and over again in your mind.

You are doing this to protect both men's hearts. Yes, that's it.

“Babe?” Jungkook's voice interrupted your thoughts, and you realized that you were staring at the table. He had set the plate in front of you and sat opposite of you, but he noticed you neither acknowledged the food or him. “You okay?”

You blinked and looked up, seeing the concerned look on his face. You managed a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry… I just was thinking of something.”

Jungkook was smart enough to know that something was bothering you, so he didn’t let go, and pressed; “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, looking down at your food, pushing the noodles around with the chopsticks.

Jungkook reached across the table and held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Just... tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help."

You looked up at him. Your expression softened, and you sighed, deciding that you needed to tell him what was going on.

"Well..." You started, your heart pounding against your chest. “I was speaking with my best friend and…” You took a deep breath, gathering the courage to tell him the truth. You were really going to do this, weren’t you? It felt somewhat… relieving to do this. No more sneaking, no more having two accounts, no lying or cheating anymore.

“She disapproves of our relationship because we are moving too fast.”

You couldn’t do it.

You were such a coward.

“Oh, I am sorry babe, what do you think? Are we moving too fast? I mean, we are in a good place right now, right?” Jungkook asked.

You felt a little bad for making him worry, so you shook your head and gave him a smile.

"We are in a good place. Don't worry about it, she's just worried and doesn't know you."

"Should I meet her?” Jungkook asked.

“Meet who?”

“Your friend, silly.”

Oh boy. If he was meeting her, there was no telling what could happen. What if Ara ran her mouth? What if she told him everything? What if she messed up? No… it was too risky.

“She’s… an exchange student abroad, but if she ever visits home, I’ll let you know, and we can meet up. How about that?"

The lies just kept piling up…

“I missed you.” You murmured against his lips.

“I missed you too.” Taehyung deepened the kiss, his hands slipping underneath your shirt. His touch made your skin tingle and your stomach flutter, his hands were warm and big and his fingers spread over your back, pressing you closer against his chest.

“Did you?” You asked, between kisses.

Taehyung smiled, his tongue caressing your lips, before it slipped into your mouth. You let out a moan, your hands running up his toned arms.

His hands trailed further up, cupping your breasts and you gasped, breaking the kiss, but he didn't give you time to breathe, his mouth capturing yours again. His tongue was dancing with yours and you were left breathless when he eventually broke the kiss, his hands kneading your breasts.

“Mhm, I did. A lot. You are always on my mind. When I wake up, when I go to sleep, during work, when I am working out, in the shower, even when I eat, you are always on my mind, y/n"

His confession made your heart explode, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks, you didn’t expect that answer.

Taehyung took your hand and placed it on his groin. "See what you do to me, hm?" He said with a smile.

Soon, you were riding his cock, his errection peeking through the open gap in his pants, and your panties dangled onto your ankles as you rode him. His hips on your waist and he was guiding your body, making you move the way he wanted.

"I love it when you fuck yourself on my cock," he grunted. “Keep going, love.”

And that you did, until you physically weren’t able to anymore, and Taehyung took over, laying you down onto the bed, and you laid on your stomach, your hips propped up with a pillow as he started to fuck you from behind.

You couldn’t help the cries escaping your mouth, as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your g-spot with precision. Your fingers gripped onto the sheets, your face buried into the mattress.

His hands were on your waist, holding you steady as he fucked you senseless, and you could hear his heavy breathing. Then, one last pump, and he came first, letting out a deep groan.

He slowed down for a moment, before riding out his orgasm in you, until you came. Your orgasm came crashing down on you, and you whimpered and cried around his cock, and as you laid there trembling, you asked yourself; how were you ever supposed to choose between them?

It didn’t matter.

You didn't want to choose between them.

You couldn’t choose between them.

And like that, time passed by. The two of them showered you with gifts, attention, love, and affection nonstop, every day. You were constantly on the fence, debating whether you should stop or not… but it all just felt too good, you couldn’t imagine life without either of them.

The snow crunched underneath your feet, the cold air brushing against your skin as you walked through the snow covered park, and it was getting colder by the minute. Your hands were shoved into the pockets of your coat to keep you warm.

“Are you cold?” Taehyung asked, at which you nodded. He took your hands and held them. “Do you want to go in the Gondola lift?” He nodded his head in the direction of the ski lifts, and you glanced over.

“Yes, that looks fun, let’s!” You followed him, holding his hand. You stood in the queue for a few minutes, wrapping your arms around Taehyung and resting your head against his chest as you snuggled up to him.

Soon, it was your turn and Taehyung held the door open and you scooted right next to the window, glancing out. The view wasn’t that noteworthy yet but you were sure that would change soon.

“There, now we are all together. The three of us."

Huh? You turned your head and looked at him. Taehyung stepped in, and sat next to you, and you noticed the other man standing in the doorway.

Jungkook.

A pang of happiness temporarily shot through your chest, you had missed him and you loved seeing him again, but then a realization dawned on you; they knew about each other.

And that realization quickly morphed into fear, and your heart began to pound.

You were caught.

You jumped up and tried to make a run for the door, but Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you down, forcing you back down on the bench. “You’re staying right here.”

“N-no, I want to go, no!”

Your gaze flickered back and forth between them, and you felt like a trapped animal, your body frozen as your mind ran wild.

Jungkook locked the door behind him and sat down to your left, while Taehyung sat on your right; you were sandwiched in between them.

No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden, babe? Usually you are so talkative, aren’t you?" Jungkook mocked.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you lowered your gaze, ashamed. Afraid to look them in the eyes.

“Don’t you like our surprise? We prepared it all for you, love.” Taehyung placed a hand on the back of your neck, his touch causing you to flinch, and he forced you to look at him. “I thought you wanted us both, and now that we are here, you refuse to talk to us? Is that how it is?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. "Answer him," Jungkook's tone was icy, and your body shook, you were petrified, unsure of what they would do to you. And just like that, you kept your gaze on your lap, and you managed to not say a word all the way back to the end point of the ski lift ride. At the end of the ride, Jungkook and Taehyung guided you back to the cabin, where things between the three of you would change forever.

“If you want two cocks so bad, then fucking take them both.”

You were on your knees, in between the two of them, as they took turns thrusting their dicks into your mouth, one after the other. Their moans filled the room, along with the occasional gagging sound that you made.

Your body was in overdrive; it was as if your brain couldn’t comprehend that your two favorite men in the world were face fucking you both right now.

You didn’t expect it but… you were soaking wet.

“That’s it, show Taehyung how we always do it when he’s not around, don’t be shy baby.”

Taehyung pulled his cock out, and now Jungkook was the one in your mouth. You drooled over his cock, and his hand rested on the back of your head, pushing himself further inside, his errection hitting the back of your throat.

Taehyung took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, and you started to rub him off as you continued to suck Jungkook off. The two men groaned as they hovered over you, and you didn’t think you could hold it any longer.

“I’m wet, really wet, need cock, please.”

At that, Taehyung pulled you onto your feet and picked you up, before laying you down on the bed.

“Wet? Show us then, babe.” Taehyung cooed, pulling your clothes off you, and now Jungkook was in the room as well. “Spread those legs, show us how wet you really are. Do you need cock?"

"Yes, yes, please!" You spread your legs wide, exposing yourself to them, and having both of their eyes set on your pussy made you even wetter.

"This pussy is so greedy, and so fucking needy, it's dripping. Look at that.” Taehyung’s finger lingered down your folds, teasing your entrance. “So wet for us.”

Jungkook got onto the bed, deciding he’d be the first to give you what you want; cock. He hovered above you and slipped his cock in, and you moaned as his length filled you up. You wrapped your arms around him, as he thrust in and out.

This must be a dream.

Taehyung placed a hand on your cheek and turned your face to the side, his hardened cock staring right back at you, and you opened your mouth, inviting him in.

Both men fucked you, and your mind was completely blank.

Taehyung chuckled. “Damn, that pussy really is wet huh, those sounds are something else."

You couldn’t reply, as your mouth was stuffed with his cock, but you knew exactly what he meant, the lewd sounds your pussy was making was embarrassing, but also turned you on more and more. Taehyung’s hands trailed to your chest, kneading your tits. “You love it, don’t you? When we both fuck you. That slutty face tells me everything I need to know, and I bet this greedy pussy is going to come all over his cock soon, won’t it?" He pulled out his cock out of your mouth.

“Yes.. love it.” You tilted your head back, your back arching as Jungkook started hitting you in a good spot. “O-oh…”

Taehyung moved next to Jungkook and his tip teased against your swollen clit, the head rubbing against it, and that nearly sent you over the edge.

“A-ah!” You gripped onto the sheets, as the knot in your lower belly tightened, and your body tensed up, your pussy walls clenching around Jungkook’s cock.

“That’s the spot?” Jungkook teased, gripping onto your thighs to keep you in place as he picked up the pace.

“That does seem to be the spot, look at her face, she loves that spot.” Taehyung started to smack your clit with his cock, and that sent you over the edge, the knot in your stomach exploding, and you came all over Jungkook's cock, a loud cry escaping your mouth. As you came, your pussy milked his cock, hard, and he couldn’t last much longer, his cum shooting deep inside of you, Jungkook rocked his hips back and forth and only stopped when he was sure that every seed was spilled inside of you.

Jungkook pulled out, making way for Taehyung, who eagerly lined his cock up to your entrance. Jungkook came to lay down next to you, pressing his lips against yours as Taehyung pushed every inch into you, filling you up again.

"That's it, take that cock, love, Jungkook really warmed up that pussy for me, hm? It's squeezing my cock, so tight."

Taehyung fucked you with fast and deep strokes, his cock sliding in and out with ease as you were soaking wet, drenching the sheets underneath you. Jungkook started to kiss your tits instead of your lips, his tongue swirling around your nipples.

Your body was completely overwhelmed by pleasure, your head thrown back, and your mouth hanging open, your cries filling the room. You felt Taehyung grab your leg and push it over his shoulder, and pull you closer, his cock hitting deeper and faster, and you didn't know how much longer you'd last.

"Please, more, don't stop, don't stop." You begged, your breathing becoming faster.

Jungkook kissed your neck, "Such a greedy pussy, and it loves being fucked, doesn't it?" He grabbed your hand, holding it as you gripped onto it.

"Mhm, it loves it." You whispered, glancing at both men. Oh they were so perfect, they were everything you ever dreamed of, and more.

"Tell him you love it, baby." Jungkook encouraged.

"L-love it, so much, ah, ah…” You whimpered as Taehyung picked up the pace, your body bouncing up and down the bed, your tits bouncing all over the place, and it was all too much. You reached your high, another orgasm rushing through your body, and you cried as your pussy clenched around his cock.

"Yes, yes, that’s it…” Taehyung grunted, his pace now slow and deep, wanting to feel your pussy massage his cock and then he finally released himself, his hot seeds filling you up, and he rode out his orgasm, until there was nothing left to give.

“Oh…” You whimpered, turning to your side, completely exhausted, closing your eyes for a moment.

In the end, you didn’t have to choose.

[sossolei]

different people in my hogwarts reality

DISCLAIMER: my experience with these people is probably not gonna be the same as your experience. if you don’t already know, this is a Hogwarts uni. this is really fucking long. ANTIS DNI !

HARRY POTTER — I had to start with the absolute icon himself. Before I shifted, I didn’t actually think much about Harry but he’s genuinely the funniest person I’ve met in this reality and that one. He’s sassy asfff and very much a sponge to the emotions of people around him. Every time he sassed me, I would give him an eyebrow raise and make a face and he legit started making the exact same face when I would sass him! He’s very handsome but he hasn’t really noticed, like girls will flirt with him during breaks or after his quidditch games and ( depending on what they say ) he’s lowkey weirded out. I think that’s why he likes Ginny cause she’s very straightforward from what I’ve seen and although she doesn’t have a crush on him at the moment, he wants her sooo bad it’s embarrassing.

His rivalry with Draco is deadass just a sass off. “Who can be sassier” is their game. When Harry is really beating Draco in their sass off, Draco brings up grades every single time. It’s his favorite thing to bring up because Harry usually just sucks his teeth and changes the topic lmaooo. He could really kill someone with his words and idk if it’s his inner James or going to public school in the UK but he plays dirty, trust and believe. Ironically enough, he doesn’t have many or any problems with Mattheo Riddle. I’ll get into it later but he was weary of him for a while after the chamber of secrets was opened ( which I was not there for ) but from my understand Harry just kinda keeps his distance from Mattheo and they don’t interact much.

Random spitfire of what I remember: his hands are BABY smooth, his glasses are flat from the side because he sat on them, he considered getting contacts but the thought of digging in his eyes genuinely makes him shiver and he doesn’t like talking about it or other people talking about it, he either doesn’t get embarrassed easily or he gets so horrified by such small things. Example: he wasn’t embarrassed about stepping in god knows what when he was walking through the grass cause “he can just change his shoes” but one time he was getting complimented so much after being sweaty from quidditch practice and he ate his dinner and RAN back to his room. He buys his clothes at least one size bigger “just in case.” He’s kinda short haha. He’s never gotten a cavity before but he wants a gold/silver tooth to “look cooler.” And he’s a real gossiper. He can hear everything people say and he’ll immediately run to Hermione and Ron like a kid in a candy store.

HERMIONE GRANGER — If this is a safe space…me and Hermione are not friends, I fear! I tried to be her friend after me and Harry got a little closer but she’s too judgmental for me personally. She’s not someone who gets things to naturally work out for her, she has to plant a garden if she wants flowers to bloom or she’ll be left with a dead garden. Only reason I know this is because of our divination class LMFAO, I read her astrology chart and those are the words I remember Treylawny saying and I think it describes her well in this reality. The best way I can explain this better is to use Harry as an example. He’s has a hard life but it’s like, if his house blows up, seeds will fall in the soil, the rain will fall during the night, and in the morning he’ll have a blossoming garden. That is not Hermione! Harry is lucky and unlucky at the same time but she’s someone who has to work for everything she wants.

I mentioned in my first post about Hogwarts that she has a curl routine, I don’t know what she uses because we’re not close but you can just tell she got a better routine and a curly cut. Her hair reaches her upper arms and has slight volume and little to no frizz ( rare for curly hair ifykyk ). She’s very pretty and even Draco said if she didn’t have a stick up her ass, he would try to date her and I can definitely see that happening but I already asked her and she shut me down so fast.

Me: “You and Draco are always going toe to toe on your exams. Maybe this can be a little academic rivals/enemies to lovers, you know?👀”

Hermione: “😐 My enemies will never be my lovers, and especially not Draco Malfoy of all people.”

Me: “✋😟🤚”

RON WEASLY — He has wavy/curly hair in this reality! Idk why actually, I didn’t script it in or anything but all the Weasleys have great hair! Fred and George have longer neck length wavy hair and Ginny’s hair is down to her waist, not as wavy as the boys but still gorgeous. I am known for having bad memory but Ron is known for having absolutely SHIT hearing! This mf can’t hear anythinggggg.

Me: “Yeah and then we went to the bathroom and saw a rat!”

Him: *gasp* “You went to the three broomsticks and saw Jack? That bloke from Ravenclaw?!”

Me: 😐

I’m convinced it’s because of the twins cause I feel like I need a goddamn microphone for him to hear me. During assembly’s or anything related to standing in the front of the great hall to speak, Ron always zones out because no matter who’s up there, he will come up with a new sentence. We’re not as close as me and Harry but since he’s usually with Harry, I don’t mind him tagging along and he likes me…I think. He asks me a lot of questions about America and Americans in general and the overall viewpoint in the UK is that America is a super mystery that everybody wants to visit. Veryyy stark difference from the way Brits in this reality view America. Before anyone asks, yes he could be popular with the ladies IF he wasn’t so up and down. Girls will show interest in him but if Hermione was nice to him that day, they’re getting rejected. If she was mean to him that day, he’ll talk to the girls for a while but then ultimately end up right back at Hermione’s side. Idk what their situation is but I know she has him on a LEASH and I love that for her!

DRACO MALFOY — The infamous reason people in 2020 started shifting to Hogwarts in the first place LMFAO. He’s not as bad as what I’ve heard from other peoples reality, but can I just say, I am not someone who has ever been a people pleaser i don’t give a damn if it took me two or three years to shift here, you’re not gonna talk to me crazy. Draco tried pushing me around ( verbally ) ONE time and I shut that shit down so incredibly fast, I knew I was meant to be a Slytherin. The sorting hat is actually much more accurate in this reality when it comes to putting people houses cause everyone’s a little bit older, but you can always ask to be in a house ofc, and the only “lackeys” Draco has in Slytherin, are people who asked to be in there. Trust and believe, no slytherin in their right mind is letting wannabe Viserys Targaryen use them as a stepping stool, puh-lease.

Draco doesn’t man spread. This is random but he literally will force people’s legs closed if he sees them man spreading cause he thinks it’s classless😭 His only friends are people that won’t let him push them around, he lovesss a challenge and being challenged in general and will take genuine offense to being given things easily ( this doesn’t apply to material items lmao ). I would say his personality is definitely more mature than the movies, he’s more reserved but not in a shy way. He makes fun of people behind their back but will still say it to their face if they confront him. Girls will usually pamper him and compliment him a lot and those are the girls he keeps around just for an ego boost, but someone like Astoria Greengras is his ideal woman. She’s the reason I found about the people that run around the castle for exercise because she does it! He told me he likes her because she’s like him if he’d chosen a different path ig you could say?

Their families are very similar but she chose to be kind and have that “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all” kind of attitude that he respects. She’s very disciplined and patient, not mention DROP DEAD gorgeous. His best friend ( even tho he says he doesn’t have one ) is definitely Mattheo and Blaise. To me, he’s pretty chill, he just quippy.

THEODORE NOTT — Ugh this man is gorgeous y’all. Facially, he’s Lorenzo Zurzulo, of course. I have/had the PHATTEST crush on him. He’s the definition of a nonchalant dread head, he’s very mellow but once he gets alcohol in his system he’s an entirely new person. Idk if this is a childhood trauma sort of thing or just the way he is but he has the mentality of “I’m not gonna speak unless I’m spoken to” or unless he has something to say. He finds Draco to be annoying sometimes but they’ve also known each other since they were literally like five so he’s definitely seen him through all his phases lmaoo. His face is LETHALLL let me tell you. He has the craziest peripheral vision of anyone I’ve ever met, like he already has 20/20 vision but he can see anything out of the corner of his eye, it’s freaky. Anytime someone says something crazy or he sees something weird, he’ll make such an expressive face and it’s the only time you’ll see him show lots of emotion. He reminds me of Harry in that sense.

Girls and guys love him but you already knew that LMFAO. He is actually Italian in this reality, just British-Italian and you can hear it in his accent. Draco and Blaise know Italian too. He only ever drinks water or alcohol?? Strange to me but whatever. He’s supperrrrrr tall I don’t know exactly but it definitely adds to his intimidating aura. RBF is his middle name. People don’t usually approach him romantically tho. Most professors like him but the ones that don’t usually don’t like his father. Mattheo told me they both vowed to never be death eaters because “getting another man’s face on your arm is too intimate.”😭 I say have/had a crush on him because he can be naturally flirty and sometimes it’s nice, and other times it’s not so I’m kind of up and down on that. Love him tho. He excels at most of his studies and he still hasn’t decided if he wants to choose his own career path or listen to what his father wants.

MATTHEO RIDDLE — MY LOVEEE AHHH. I know scripted him in but I didn’t expect to love him so much, he’s literally my best friend and the person I tell everything to! In this reality, his mother was a halfblood who had intimate relations with Voldemort and lied to him about her blood status so she could get closer to him. Clearly it worked! But Voldemort was furious when he found out and literally hunted her down until she went to Dumbledore for help and told him she was pregnant. He hid her away for a while but ( according to the story Mattheo was told ) something went wrong with the spell and death eaters knew where she was AND that she was pregnant AFTER Voldemort had already killed Harry’s parents. Because Voldemort was struck down, death eaters went looking for her in his place, Mattheo’s mother induced an early birth at a muggle hospital and gave Mattheo to her muggle grandmother with the help of Dumbledore again, before they ultimately found her and killed her. This is the condescend version of what I was told, believe me, me and Mattheo stayed up talking about this till the sun rose and I still have so many questions but so does he and I don’t wanna pry.

Onto his personality, he puts up this tough guy persona cause yk, he’s Voldemort’s son, but he’s pretty bubbly when he’s comfortable with people. He came into Hogwarts with an alias surname but his true name was revealed after the chamber of secrets so he doesn’t have many friends😭 I was told he used to be very popular amongst all the houses before that tho. He definitely doesn’t mind now but he is aware of everything so he tries his hardest to be kind…ish? The professors love him, they think he’s really funny and they can tell he’s constantly putting his best foot forward despite the obvious. McGonnagall actually switched her favoritism in this reality, she’s very protective and “motherly” towards Mattheo more so than Harry and sometimes when he has a free block, he’ll just sit and talk with her about whatever.

No he does not get into fights guys💀 He has threatened it for sure, but he would never actually put his hands on anyone. Again with the reputation thing, it’s not a bear he ever pokes lol. The farthest he takes it is just being loud about certain things. For example if someone walks by him and they stink, he will say out loud, “Oh my days, you’ve never washed your ass, have you?!” It embarrasses all of us but he’s just saying what everyone’s thinking. Me and Draco are his best friends but he’s lovessss Blaise, like he’s #1 Blaise fan and very proud about it. Blaise can’t do anything wrong in Mattheo’s eyes, Mattheo will ride or die for Blaise, even when I ask why he just smiles and is like “Idk man, I just love him.” Blaise thinks it’s funny but it’s been hell for him since I introduced them to gay humor, sorry king.

BLAISE ZABINI — THE MAN HIMSELF. Now if you guys thought anybody on this post compares to attractiveness and romantic attention with Blaise??? You thought wrong. Everyoneeeee loves Blaise, and I really mean that. He’s really close with Cedric Diggory and those face cards together are soooo lethal. He’s very encouraging and outgoing, he always wants to know what’s going on in the world whether it’s muggle or wizard related. He doesn’t have any prejudices towards any house or blood status and he just naturally exudes such calming energy. He’s a Taurus #twin. He doesn’t drink, ever. He’s never drank or done any drugs and is very strict about that. Sometimes he can be too blunt, especially when someone is asking for advice but I feel like he’s just real?? Draco will be like “ugh I haven’t had time to train this whole week” and Blaise will say smth like “why are you telling me when you know the solution yourself?” Motivation speaker, he is. I’ve never seen his mom but the boys say she’s foinnneeeeee ( not the word they used lmao ) and i wanna meet her so bad, like I just know she’s a baddie frfr.

PANSY PARKINSON — My wife y’all, everyone back tf up. She’s similar to Blaise in that she’s very blunt but she does know when to soften the blow, so to speak. Her aura is soooo alluring? Idek how to describe it but she’s extremely magnetic, not just visually, but also when it comes to getting things her way. If she hasn’t studied or done well on an exam, she’ll be like “It’s okay, I’m going to pass anyway/next time” AND IT ENDS UP HAPPENING! Top tier manifestor, idk what she does but I need it. Most fan fictions and stuff paint her out to be kind of boy crazy/Draco obsessed, but she’s a gorgeous girl and she knows she doesn’t need to do much of anything to attract male attention. The way she said it to me was “I’ve been getting male attention since I was 14, I don’t care for it at 19.” Her and Draco did date for a while when they were first years but they both said they never kissed during that time and when they finally did, it was so weird, they just decided to remain friends. There’s lots of rumors surrounding their breakup to this day, but neither of them care. Ugh shes so beautiful, I miss her.

OTHER PEOPLE SPITFIRE

Fred and George — Never spoke to them personally, they complimented my hair one time tho

My roommates — Me and Pansy share a dorm with these other two girls Penelope and Merida ( yes like the Disney movie😭 ) and they are so silly I love them! Merida is one of very few muggleborns in Slytherin, only because most muggleborns are scared away from the house by others but that girl is FEARLESS. She picks up insects with her hands, even rats sometimes, she doesn’t give a FUCK. Penelope is the clumsiest person I’ve ever met, sometimes she scares me cause she’s always covered in bruises but she says they don’t hurt so…sure!

Dumbledore — You guys remember in 2020 when some people said “this person knew I shifted here!” Dumbledore gives me that vibe sometimes, even though I know he doesn’t know. He just has this aura of “I know something you don’t” which is why most people find him off putting.

Marietta — Yo, fuck this bitch. I didn’t even know she was in the Harry Potter universe until I shifted back to my current reality and searched her up. FUCK her. Oh my god, she’s a Ravenclaw and she doesn’t fucking like me, and I don’t even know why and she had the audacity to rant to Mattheo about me while she was drunk talking all this shit, thinking he wouldn’t tell me??? Go straight to hell. I hate her to this DAY, I don’t care.

Neville — I could cry I love Neville. He has braces rn😭 and he looks so cute😭 I first talked to him cause I need help with Herbology and he’s soo patient, thank god. I accidentally revealed too much tho cause I asked him directly for help with Herbology ( obviously bc I already know he’s good at it ) and he was like “How do you know I’m good at Herbology?” I was gagged🧍‍♀️.

McCormic — last person cause this post is rlly long but he has a whole possey of dick riders, I swear. They all just walk around the halls or parties, waiting to find a girl to go bother. I only bring him up because I genuinely need to share this interaction.

Context: I’m sitting in the Great Hall a little before lunch when most people hadn’t arrived yet, just catching up on some reading for my next class.

Him: *sits down next to me* “Hey, you’re the um- American, right?”

Me: “I have a name”

Him: “Oh? What’s your name?”

Me: 😐😑😐 “I think you already know my name, McCormic, what do you want?”

Him: “I don’t want anything. Can’t a man just sit with a pretty girl once and a while?”

Me: “I don’t think the pretty girls boyfriend would appreciate it.”

Him: “Boyfriend? I don’t see a boyfriend anywhere.”

Me: *points behind him to an unsuspecting Theo walking towards the table*

He chuckles like this a fucking hallmark wattpad movie, stands up to size him up ig? and is IMMEDIATELY humbled because Theo is too tall for his own good. He looks at me, looks at Theo, sucks his teeth and walks away without another word.

Theo: “What’s his problem?”

Me: Who knows🤗

Anyways, #IhateMcCormic and his annoying ass friends, I hate that girl Marietta, everybody else is cool and my next post is gonna be about things I’ve implemented in my life that have helped me shift. BYEEE<33

[lilac-5ky]

The one where he carries you home after a fight (Toji xFem!Reader)

A/N: My 7AM sleepless demons wrote this, not me.

warning: mentions of alcohol

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“Thanks for coming, Toji. She wanted us to hit Roppongi next.”

“No problem.” Toji mutters as he lifts your limp body over his shoulders—arms thrown over his neck and knees buckled around his torso.

He nearly winces at the overwhelming stench of tequila emanating from your breath, praying that the wetness seeping through his shirt is drool and not vomit, though that’s more like wishful thinking. You are wasted. Completely and utterly drunk out of your mind to the point where you can’t differentiate the setting or those around him.

“Mistah, drop me off at the next station,” you slur with your eyes closed, pointing somewhere on the horizon before nodding off again. This was the third time you repeated that motion.

“How much did ya make her drink?” Toji doesn’t ask so much as accuse the two women, who are quick to shut him down with the dirtiest of looks. Nothing new. Your friends never liked him, and the feeling’s mutual.

“Make her?” Utahime huffs, rolling her sleeves over her elbows. “She’s the one who dragged us out on a Tuesday night. If anything, you’re the one to blame—you pushed her to it!”

“Senpai, calm down already.” Shoko lowers her friend’s fists. Out of the two, she’s the better one at acting like she tolerates him. “What did you fight over, anyway?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

With the way you stormed out the door in your finest high-heel shoe, black party dress, and red lipstick combo, he’d expect your lovers quarrel to make headlines by midnight.

However, they both shake their heads negatively.

“Who knows?” Toji flashes an oblivious smile before he gets you going. You were so angry at him earlier, and in all honesty, he did cross a line or two, but it doesn’t feel all that important now. Come tomorrow, this will become just another entry in your record of petty arguments to look back on and laugh at.

You’ve made it halfway up the slope that leads to your crappy apartment building when he catches you flailing around on his back like a fish fresh out of water. He slots his hands into the crevices beneath your thighs, applying enough pressure so that you won’t fall.

“Rise and shine, sleepy-head.”

Your slow blinks turn rapid the second you realize your feet aren’t touching the ground and you’re piggybacking on a stranger. “W-Who are you?”

“Ya don’t remember?” Toji rolls his eyes with a loud tsk. “What was it again? Mister Taxi? Mister Killjoy? Or Mister Buzzkill?” He goes through the different names you bestowed on him in your sleep.

“Mister… Buzzkill?” Your jaw drops slack on his shoulder, only for your palms to clap at his chest in excitement a minute later. “Mister Buzzkill, I remember! You kidapped me from my friends and spoiled our fun!”

“More like your friends got sick of your ass and called me to pick up the pieces.” He argues. “Hold on tight if ya don’t wanna fall. Climb’s steep from now on.”

Strength returns to your arms as they cage his neck. “Where are you taking me, Mister Buzzkill? Are we going to party?”

“Don’tcha think you’ve had enough partying for one night, princess?” He grunts. “We’re goin’ home.”

“Home? Whose home?”

Toji’s starting to miss the you that nags him about not soaking his dirty dishes. Alcohol always chips away at your mental capacity, and while he wants to be understanding, he can’t understand that which he’s never experienced for himself. “Our home, dummy.”

The epithet doesn’t faze you in the slightest. “Are you going to exploit me?”

“Prospect makes you happy?” You hum in return. “Fine. You can pay for the ride once we make it home.”

“But…” And you sound so sad that he cocks his head to peer at your face, glassy, puppy eyes welling up with fat tears that make him wonder whether he said something hurtful again. “I don’t have any money. My husband said we’re out of money ‘cause he—he gambled it away.”

The cogs in his brain are put in reverse, reminding him of the cash he snatched from your open wallet with the intention of waging it on a guaranteed victory and the little white lie you took at face value. You didn’t even give him the chance to explain that the bills were still in his pocket because the race was called off, and he let you run off to your friends without offering a single apology.

“I’m sure we’ll work something out.” Toji squeezes your thighs reassuringly. “Ya can pay me back in kind, too.”

“But my husband—”

“Your husband is a shithead.” He spits out, hoping that his remorse registers without leaving behind any actual trace of his words.

“You are so kind, Mister Buzzkill. Unlike him—my Toji.” The fingers of your one hand pull on your wedding band until it comes off. “Wanna marry me again, Mister…Toji?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Toji catches the wedding band right before it slips from your fingers to the street. Part of him wants to scold you for being a scatterbrained nuisance, but the part of him that finds even your plastered form endearing comes out on top.

He slides the ring around the ring finger of his ring-less hand and pieces your hands together, holding onto them until you finally reach the front door and you’re sober enough to call him by his name.

“A’right, we’re here.” Toji declares once the key’s inside the hole.

He calls out your name and shakes you softly, but there’s no answer coming from you other than a single embarrassingly loud snore. He lets go of your legs and slowly puts your feet on the floor before hoisting them up in the air again, shifting to carrying you into bridal position. Your hands reach around his neck on their own volition, and he swears your lips curl into the softest smile when your nose pressed against his shirt.

He sighs, parting the hair that’s fallen inside your agape mouth.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

[juliasturnz]

“You don’t have to hold me anymore”

Chris sturniolo x fem!reader

🜸 - I love this song so much, it actually pains my heart sometimes😭

★ - summary:

You and chris are having a big fight and something he said fully broke your heart.

༆ warnings:

Cussing, slight push, mad!chris, crying, use of y/n, I think that’s all!

✫彡 - writers note:

Yes I’m gonna apologize again😁, sorry for being so inactive. I didn’t have any ideas at all😔😔

“COULDNT REALLY LOVE YOU ANYMORE”

‘what the fuck Chris? Why are you making such a big problem about this?’ You can’t help but keep questioning what’s happening between you and Chris, Chris is just standing in front of you with a blank stare. Maybe even a death stare you can’t really figure that out, your head has been spinning. Nothing seems real, ‘hello fucking dumbass are you here?’ Chris snaps in your face with his long and somehow loud fingers. Fuck you have been zoning out, he isn’t even giving you a death stare.

“I DONT THINK I LOVE YOU ANYMORE”

‘God you are so stupid.’ ‘What the fuck do you want from me Chris, I don’t understand.’ ‘I don’t think I love you anymore.’ Chris seems like he has calmed down, like he needed to get this of his chest, meanwhile you’re just standing in front of him with a teardrop slowly falling down your cheek. ‘get out of my face please.’ Chris surprisingly has tears in his eyes and you could barely hear his voice, you were both hurt. ‘I was going to sleep anyway.’ you almost say whispering, another teardrop falling down from your cheek while slowly walking to Nick’s room.

“YOU DONT HAVE TO HOLD ME ANYMORE”

You walk up the stairs where you surprisingly find Matt and Nick standing there. Your hair is messed up and so is your makeup, you feel embarrassed while also wondering if they heard everything. Matt and Nick have the exact same worried look with furrowed eyebrows. You can’t help but start sobbing, ‘oh come here.’ Nick opens his arms to hug. You slowly walk up to Nick and he gives you the warm and comforting hug you needed, Matt also joined you and Nick, and softly pats your messy hair.

“YOU DONT OPEN YOUR EYES FOR A WHILE, YOU JUST BREATHE THAT MOMENT DOWN.”

Nick takes you to his room while Matt walks down to get a bottle of water.

Matts pov:

Matt quickly walks down the stairs to get a glass of water, he sees Chris sitting down in the corner of his eye with tears in his eyes while scrolling through something. Matt knows exactly what Chris is doing.

When Matt has y/n’s glass filled with water he places the glass down on the dinner table. Walk over to chris and leans against the couch. ‘Bro what did you do.’ Chris looks up from his phone scrolling through the pictures from y/n and him together. ‘Just leave me alone bro, take her if you want she doesn’t want me anymore.’ Matt furrows his eyebrows, ‘aren’t you the one that doesn’t love her anymore?’ ‘Shut up leave me alone.’ ‘Chris just go to sleep.’ ‘Whatever bro.’ Chris gives Matt a eye roll before Matt picks up the water and brings it upstairs to Nick’s room.

Matt walks into the room with my glass of water and places it down on the kind of dirty nightstand. ‘There you go, I’m so sorry about Chris.’ Matt looks at me with a worried look. ‘It’s okay.’ You give him a weak smile before you quickly drink the glass of water. Matt also crawls up Nick’s bed with you laying in the middle. ‘You wanna watch a movie?’ Nick looks at you while handing you the remote. You nod, click on netflix and skip through the movies, you find Chris’ favorite. ‘That’s his favorite.’ You look at the movie without any expression on your face, almost cold. Nick grabs the remote and puts on a random movie. ‘This is a healthier way no?’ ‘Yeah probably.’ You give nick a little smile while he side hugs you.

After a while you look over to Nick and he’s sleeping, he looks so peaceful something you need rn. On the other side of the bed you see Matt rapidly tapping on his phone. ‘Matt what are you doing?’ ‘Chris wants to talk to you.’ ‘Oh uh..’ you kind of stay quiet, you have no idea what you are supposed to say to him, Everything has been said. ‘I told him no, don’t worry, I don’t think he has the right to talk to you yet.’ ‘Mhm’ Matt looks over to you and gives you a big hug. ‘Where do you wanna sleep tn?’ ‘Can I sleep with you or? I don’t wanna disturb Nick, he has been working hard lately.’ ‘Ofcourse .’ Matt gives you a little smile.

“I BELIEVED YOU WERE CRAZY, YOU BELIEVED THAT YOU LOVE ME.”

After watching a couple more movies with Matt, you tuck Nick in with some warm blankets, and walk with Matt to his room when you find Chris still sitting on the couch looking over at you. ‘Oh so your fucking her now huh?’ ‘Dude what.’ You are just staying silent, what do I need to do? What do I need to say? ‘N-no I am not.’ ‘Ofcourse you aren’t.’ ‘For fucks sake just go to bed, stop scrolling to old pictures of you and y/n and talk to her tomorrow give her some space. Jezus.’ ‘Shut up bro.’ Chris spits at Matt with a furious looks in his eyes, but does exactly what Matt says him.

You are standing face to face with Matt looking at each other but you aren’t looking at him peacefully you are giving him a scared look, a uncomforting look. ‘I- I’m scared idk what to do anymore.’ ‘You are going to be alright. I promise.’ Matt guides you to his bedroom. ‘Do what you need to do, I’m in my room prob watching something on Graffiti falls.’ ‘I think I’m going to take a shower, is that okay?’ ‘Oh for sure, let me get you some towels.’ Matt walks out of his room grabs some towels next to his bathroom and hands you the still warm and soft towels. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Ofcourse.’ He walks to his room and falls on the just made bed. You look into the room before going into the bathroom and give him a little smile. And lipsync ‘thank you.’ Matt gives you a warm smile before turning on his tv.

You turn on the shower, a little above the temperature you normally do. Hopefully the burning shower would hide the thoughts in your head that have been non stop playing in your head. You wash your messy hair and you take of your makeup.

half hour later 11:45 PM

You walk out of the shower with fresh hair and a clean face, but Chris is standing in front of you. ‘Um hello?’ You furrow your eyebrows, ‘um hello?’ Chris mocks you. ‘What do you want, I wanna go to fucking sleep.’ ‘nothing I just hope you have fun fucking my brother.’ Chris’ face is cold, not a single expression on his face. ‘I’m not fuck off, your just jealous.’ You turn around and before you could open the door Matt has paused his serie and stands in the doorway. ‘Chris go to fucking bed.’ You’ve never seen Matt this pissed, it’s lowkey scaring you. Chris pushes Matt, this never happens what is happening? You are scared, you don’t know what to do. ‘Your a fucking dumbass Chris, you were lucky with her. Why the fuck do you ruin that?’ Chris is quiet, tears coming up in his eyes, ‘.. I - idk.’ Chris covers his eyes and walk away.

Nick is coming down the stairs standing there in shock, ‘what the actual fuck happened here?’ His voice is raspy, definitely woke up bc of the fight. You kind of run to Nick, you don’t know what else to do. ‘They got into a fight. I don’t know why.’ ‘Oh for fucks sake, let me handle this. Chris come here.’ Chris was going to walk by but Nick stops him with laying his hand on his shoulder and giving him a slight push. ‘Come here crybaby.’ ‘Fuck you.’ His voice is shaky, it makes you wanna give him a hug but that’s probably the last thing he wants from you right now. ‘Yeah whatever come.’ Nick takes Chris to Matt and takes them into Matt’s room.

You walk to the living room, still in complete shock but you turn on the tv to silent the arguing you hear coming from Matt’s room. You hear so many different things a mix from yelling, cussing and crying, your nightmare came to life.

A little while later they all come out of the room, Chris walks up to you. Falling down on the couch next to you, very close to you. ‘I-Im sorry I do love you I- i really do, I just.’ ‘Oh shut up Chris.’ You don’t let him talk what you feel bad about but you kiss his beautiful lips, the kiss was the thing you needed all along. His hands slightly on your waist, your hands in his hair. Everything seemed perfect.

‘Well you guys made up I see,’ you totally forgot that Matt and Nick were standing in front of y’all, but you couldn’t give a fuck. Things were okay again. You break the kiss look over to them and give them a hug. You whisper in their ears a thank you.

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I couldn’t help making this a good end🥹

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[gigi-the-writer]

Post-Heed Heartache

Commissioned by @realbugmom!

(My commissions are still open!)

In the heart of Black Hat Organization, where schemes and nefarious plots were a daily routine, Dr. Flug had recently been enduring a series of mishaps and failures that seemed to plague his once brilliant mind. The Miss Heed situation and the pressure to continuously deliver perfection had begun to weigh heavily on him. Each experiment that failed, each plan that went awry, each night he’d lay awake thinking about her seemed to erode his confidence bit by bit. It affected him, and it affected his work. He felt like he was sinking into a pit of inadequacy, and the ever-looming shadow of Black Hat’s displeasure didn’t make things any better.

His usual spark was dimming, his enthusiasm faltering, and his once meticulous work ethic seemed to be slipping through his fingers. It was under these conditions that his loyal assistant, who had always been dedicated to supporting him, found themselves shouldering a considerable amount of the burden.

Despite their efforts to manage the chaos around the lab, things had become increasingly stressful. They had taken up additional responsibilities, running interference between Dr. Flug and Black Hat's scolding, handling 5.0.5’s relentless childlike nature, and even trying to keep the ever-energetic Demencia in check. The assistant’s days were filled with running from one crisis to another, all the while maintaining an outwardly calm demeanor.

The doctor was struggling to get over the Cecilia incident, that was clear to them.

One particularly grueling afternoon, Dr. Flug found himself in the midst of an experiment that was falling apart. Frustration had bubbled up within him, and when his assistant came in to offer a solution, he snapped. His patience was worn thin, and his nerves were frayed.

“Can’t you see I’m trying to fix this?” Dr. Flug’s voice was sharp as he pointed to the malfunctioning contraption before him. “Your interruptions are just making things worse!”

The assistant flinched, their shoulders tensing as the harsh words cut through them. They had been working tirelessly to keep everything running smoothly, and Dr. Flug’s outburst felt like a betrayal of all their hard work. Yet, despite the sting of his words, they managed to mask their hurt with a polite nod and exited the lab to deal with the fallout of his frustration.

His assistant closed the door and slid down against the wall to the floor, their head in their hands. They began to sniffle and sob. They just want the man they know- the man they love back.

—

That evening, as Dr. Flug retreated to his quarters, he heard the faint murmur of voices outside his door. Curiosity got the better of him, and he carefully approached the source of the conversation. Peering through the crack, he saw Demencia and his assistant in a heated discussion.

“...He’s been nothing but a lousy ingrate to you lately,” Demencia was saying, her tone both accusatory and concerned. “You’ve been running around doing all his dirty work while he snaps at you like you’re the problem! What the hell’s up with him?!”

The assistant's voice was calm but laced with a quiet determination. “He’s under a lot of pressure right now. I understand he’s been difficult, but he’s still a good person at heart.”

Demencia’s eyes widened. “Good person? That’s stretching it a bit, don’t you think? He’s been a mess, and you’re the only one keeping everything from falling apart.”

The assistant took a deep breath. “He’s going through a rough patch. We all have our moments. I just want to be there to support him, even if it’s tough.”

She grins at them “Oooh do you like him or somethin’?”

They sigh “It doesn’t matter. He probably doesn’t feel that way about me ever since the whole Cecilia situation. Though, even if he doesn’t..I still want to be there for him, even if it’s only as a friend.

Demencia rolled her eyes, “What are you even getting out of this?”

…

“Hopefully I’ll get the Dr. Flug I know back.”

Dr. Flug, hidden in the shadows, felt a pang of guilt. He had always known his assistant was reliable, but hearing them speak so selflessly about him, despite his recent behavior, made him realize just how much they had sacrificed. His heart ached with the realization of how he had been treating someone who had been nothing but supportive.

Demencia rolled her eyes,

“Well anyways, I got to see BlackHat today! By sneaking up to his window of course- but still—“

The words fade into muffled laughter as Flug began to walk away and headed straight to his room. He sits on his bed and stares at his shaking hands. He’s been such a horrible friend..he doesn’t..he doesn’t deserve the kindness he’s been given. He doesn’t even realize that a few tears have dropped and stained his jeans.

When everyone is presumably asleep, he quietly gets up and is on his way to their room, having to pass the lab as he goes to the door. When he gets to their room, he knocks on the door but there’s no answer, he slowly opens it himself to find..nobody. Frustrated, he goes back to the lab only to find them asleep at their desk…he didn’t even notice them! He leans over the desk to look at their face, and sees their puffy, tear-stained cheeks..

Without a word he pulls up a chair and sits next to them, eventually falling asleep himself.

When he wakes up, they’re gone, he looks at the clock on his desk. It’s only 6AM..that’s usually the time he gets up to work..apparently they’ve been taking up that burden as well.

He walks all around the manor to find them, finally stumbling upon them in the kitchen, helping 5.0.5 with breakfast.

“Fluffy bear, could you go get my clipboard for me? I forgot it in the lab.”

The bear gives him a silly salute and goes on his way to the lab.

There’s silence for a few moments, before the doctor nervously slides up next to them as they’re flipping pancakes. They’re exhausted, he can tell by the eye bags. “Hey.”

“..hey.” His assistant stated in a very monotone sounding pitch.

“I..I’m sorry..”

His assistant looks at him, confused. “Sorry for what??”

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Dr. Flug began, his voice faltering. “But... I heard what you said.”

The assistant looked at him, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fatigue and resignation. “Dr. Flug...”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I’ve been... a jerk. I didn’t realize how much you’ve been doing for me, and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Demencia, who was standing in the doorway for a few minutes, sensing the sincerity in Flug’s voice and seeing the look on the assistant’s face that said ‘we need a moment’, stepped back and gave a small nod. “Well, maybe you should listen to what they have to say. They’re the only reason you haven’t completely messed things up.”

The assistant remained silent, their gaze fixed on Dr. Flug. After a moment, they spoke softly. “We all have our off days. I just wanted to be here for you, even if it’s been hard. I understand how it is, losing a friend. Sometimes..you just need to let it go, focus on the friends you have currently and the ones you’ll make in the future, Y’know?”

Dr. Flug felt a lump in his throat. He had been so consumed by his own failures and the echoing of his memories that he hadn’t stopped to appreciate the unwavering support his assistant had provided. He took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words.

“I... I appreciate everything you’ve done,” he said finally. “You’ve been more than just an assistant. You’ve been a friend, and I’ve taken that for granted. I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you.”

The assistant gave a small, tired smile. “It’s okay. I understand that things haven’t been easy for you. Just... try to take a moment for yourself, alright? We can work through this together.”

Dr. Flug nodded, feeling a surge of relief. “Thank you. I’ll do better. I promise.”

Demencia still had her head poked into the kitchen, grinning at them and making kissy faces. All in good fun obviously.

His assistant turns to him, their eyes full of sincerity and just genuine..love..Flug swears he can feel his heart beating out of his chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” the assistant asked gently.

Dr. Flug hesitated before nodding. “Yes, I think I need to. I’ve been so focused on my own memories and past incidents that I haven’t really stopped to think about what’s been happening around me.”

They sat down together, and for the first time in a long while, Dr. Flug found himself opening up about his struggles to conquer his past and the fear of not being able to move on. His assistant listened patiently, offering words of encouragement and understanding.

As the night wore on, they found a renewed sense of connection. Dr. Flug began to understand the true value of the support he had been given, and the assistant saw a glimpse of the man behind the frustration and failures.

By the time the conversation came to an end, Dr. Flug felt a sense of hope that had been absent for a while. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but he was grateful to have someone who cared enough to help him through his struggles.

“Thank you,” he said again, his voice sincere. “For everything.”

They take his hand in theirs and intertwine their fingers. “No problem.”

The assistant smiled, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “It’s what friends are for.”

They sit there for a while, his assistant eventually falling asleep, their head resting on his shoulder. He hasn’t felt like this in a long time..butterflies, maybe? He hasn’t experienced a crush since highschool..but..for them..he’s willing to try at it again.

In that moment, both knew that despite the challenges ahead, they would face them together. Putting their past behind them was hard, but with each other’s support, it seemed a little less daunting. And as they continued to navigate the complexities of their world, they did so with a newfound understanding and appreciation for the strength of their bond.

[leafs-lover]

Too Far Gone - Part Fifty Five

A/N: I know this was supposed to be the last piece, but it was over 40,000 words and I was struggling with making it flow/ time jumps. With everything going on, it just seemed a little overwhelming and daunting, to a point I couldn't even consider working on it, so I decided to break it into a few smaller parts. There was a lot of this going on while writing, so any feedback is appreciated❤

Warnings: I didn't really proofread this so there's that, swearing, a little drinking, smut - oral (m receiving), p in v, cream pies, dirty talk, I think that's it?

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,600

The best thing to happen to Auston and Tia was the California road trip that started a few days after they got back together, not because they were sick of each other and needed time apart (they could barely keep their hands off each other), but because they could barely keep their hands off each other. Every time they started to talk, Auston would have that signature grin which would make heat would flare behind Tia’s cheeks and all their clothes would end up on the floor, or Tia would let out a sigh, but not just any sigh, a sweet and easy sigh that had Auston’s cock throbbing mere minutes before their clothes were on the floor.

Their clothes always ended up on the floor.

It wasn’t exactly a problem, but they knew that was the easy part of the relationship, and if they wanted to last, they had to be good at more than that. That’s why when Auston and the Leafs took off to California, they spent as much time as possible on FaceTime, talking.

They talked about going on a (second) first date, and the day he was back from he made good on that promise. Taylour went to Freds, and he took her to Lee’s - a restaurant Auston had been to a handful of times with his parents, sometimes with Fred and Morgan. Every time he went, he couldn’t help but think it was the kind of place he’d take a date but there never was a girl he wanted to share the experience with. Sitting there with Tia, he knew it was the right decision, because he is going to share everything with her.

They talked about telling her friends about them, and how they were going to do it. Auston didn’t quite understand why this was such a topic for them when she could walk down the hall to Becks’ apartment, or FaceTime her friends and let them know, but if it’s important to her it was important to him, so they talked about it. And the second night he was back they had her friends over for dinner and let them in on the news.

They talked about her past, her mom and dad. She talked about the rocky relationship she has with her dad, and the lack of relationship she had with her mother. Auston told her about his feelings towards Paul, and while he’d never get in the way of her relationship, he didn’t see himself having one anytime soon. When Tia told him she never wanted to see Kylie again, Auston told her he supported that decision and if she never wanted to talk about her again, she didn’t have to.

They talked about all the things they went through to get there. They had hard conversations about his past and some of the women that he was involved with. They talked about some of her personal struggles, therapy, and the way she viewed herself. The article and all the rumours were brought up, and Tia admitted that she was worried what lies people would say of her. That was when Auston realized how much growth Tia still has to do, and that while he loves every part of her and her past, she doesn’t.

But it wasn’t all deep or hard topics, they spent a fair bit laughing over things his teammates (mostly Mitch) did, or how Taylour saw a picture of eighteen-year-old Auston and said he looked silly without his mustache. They talked about school and her line, what her plan was once school ended in a few weeks, her plan for next year and the year after that. Auston couldn’t stop smiling at the way she lit up talking about all the accomplishments she hoped to have.

They talked about the twinkle Tia noticed in Auston’s eye when they were talking to Mitch about Zeus. He had been considering a dog for a while, but he knew there was no world where Taylour would spend a day away from it, which meant during every road trip Tia would have to watch the dog. Given everything that had been going on, it didn’t seem like a reasonable request, but with her mental health in a better place, school finishing soon, and them dating, it felt like the right time. And while they agreed to wait until after the hockey season ended, Tia was flooding his phone with pictures of dogs.

While discussing the summer, along came the topic of where to spend those months. Tia always stayed in Toronto, but that was because she had nowhere else to go. Up until finding out about Taylour, Auston spent his entire summer in Arizona. Obviously, he was going to spend his summer wherever Tia was, but to him Arizona made sense. Tia needed space to sketch, sew, store fabrics and accessories, and he has a house in Arizona with multiple spare bedrooms, a pool for Taylour and a backyard for the dog. Scottsdale has more space than they could ever need, it also has privacy, something Toronto lacked.

It made sense. Tia knew that. She also knew they would visit and at any point they could return. She also knew getting a few months away from fans and possible rumours would be good for them (and for her), but his parents are in Scottsdale, and there is no way to spend months there and not see them. And even though Auston told her how he felt about her parents, she couldn’t tell Auston how she felt about his parents, so she agreed.

Auston knew she had walls up when it came to his family, he just hoped that she would tell him what those reservations were. Instead, she’d change the topic to anything else, and Auston knew this was something they’d have to talk once he returned from his road trip. Unfortunately, they never got around to it, because after their second first date (which of course ended with them drenched in sweat), and the dinner where she told her friends (which again ended with them drenched in sweat), COVID-19 erupted around the globe.

The league and Tia’s classes paused, the three of them hunkered down at Auston’s condo in Toronto for a few days. They had movie nights, cooked dinners as a family, made forts in his living room, then bigger and more elaborate forts when Taylour deemed it to be “not good enough.” They were living in a (public health recommended) bubble, and everything was perfect, then came the announcement everyone knew would happen, all major sports leagues were going on a hiatus, classes were cancelled indefinitely, borders were closing, and everything they thought they knew was about to change. Instead of going to Arizona in June, it was March when they were touching down.

Auston thought being there early might force Tia to talk about all the things she had been ignoring and tried to bring it up last night. That conversation was put on hold when Tia found a different use for her mouth. He considered bringing it up after, but then she went in the shower, and the idea of his wet and naked girlfriend had him at a loss for words. When Auston finally had the mental capacity to bring it up, her snores started to fill the room and once again that conversation was put off.

“Morning.” Auston follows the voices to the kitchen, then places a soft kiss to her cheek. “I don’t like it when I wake up and the beds empty.”

“I went for a run, then our son wanted breakfast.” Tia turns slightly, ensuring the next kiss hits her lips. “Made you some too.”

“You’re amazing.” Auston mumbles against her. “But I still prefer waking up next to you.” With a faint blush hitting her cheeks, Auston turns toward their son who is wearing swim trunks, no shirt, and a bucket hat at the kitchen island, a towel messily crumpled on the stool next to him. “What do you want to do today, Tay?” 

“Swim,” he beams over his eggs. 

Auston chuckles. He reaches down to his plate and grabs a piece of bacon and tears a chunk off with his teeth. “Figures.”

“And see Nala.”

Auston laughs again at the predictability of his son.“You’re going to see Nala tomorrow,” Auston tells him, immediately being met with a disappointed grumble. “What about you?” He peers down at Tia. “When do you think you’ll be done today?”

“Around lunch.”

“Are you actually going to be done at lunch?” He hates how desperate he sounds.

Up until five days ago, Tia spent most of her time with them. Swimming, playing air hockey, watching whatever show or movie Taylour picked, because he always got to pick what they’d watch. Then the packages started to arrive. First was a sewing machine, then came bundles and bundles of fabric – every colour, pattern and material he could imagine. Then came a desk for the sewing machine, and a second to be used as a workspace. Next was the bookshelves and cabinets, needles, buttons, zippers, pins and clasps; then came the containers to store the needles, buttons, zippers, pins and clasps. There was a pegboard and a corkboard (which Auston learned are different and she did need both), a printer, clothing racks, mannequins, new lights.

After Auston had carried everything upstairs, spent days assembling it and rearranging the furniture so many times he lost count, his girlfriend disappeared. Eager to get the most out of her day, breakfast is always made before he even wakes up. And before he has the dishes put away, she is gone, tucked away in her office, sewing, sketching, cursing at something that isn’t working the way she wants it. He’ll bring up lunch, and she’ll always say how “she is almost done and only has one more thing to do” yet, she doesn’t finish up until dinner.

So yeah, maybe he is a little desperate to spend time with his girlfriend.

“You just want to see me in a bathing suit.” Tia teases, smirking when heat flares on his cheeks. 

 “I want to see you without a bathing suit,” Auston whispers, quietly so Fred and Trevor can’t hear.

Tia takes a gulp and Auston winks, then gives one of his signature smirks. His hand finds the small of her back and he holds her close, and smiles before pressing his lips to hers. He loves how easily he can make her squirm.

“Daddy, why do you kiss mommy?” Taylour asks innocently, as he pushes the empty plate towards the center of the island. 

“Uh, well,” Auston starts. His eyes bounce from Tia to Taylour and on the way, he can’t help but notice the small grins his friends are making zero effort to hide.

Auston had been noticing just how observant Taylour was becoming, repeating back something he heard, doing something Fred had done two or three days prior. He wasn’t all that surprised that Taylour recognized the change in his parents’ relationship, but he was concerned about just how much he had been noticing. Did he notice when they’d disappear for twenty minutes in the middle of the day, and wonder where they went? Did he hear that comment about wanting to see her without a bathing suit, and was he going to have questions about what that meant? Did he hear some of the other comments Auston made when he assumed Taylour was distracted? How much had he picked up on, and how much was Auston going to have to explain?

“Let’s go sit on the couch and we can talk,” Tia offers, holding a hand for Taylour to clasp. 

Once in the living room, Taylour climbs up on the couch, Tia and Auston taking a seat beside him. Glancing to Auston, then down to Taylour, Tia is the first to speak. 

“Daddy and I kiss because he is my boyfriend, and boyfriends and girlfriends are allowed to kiss.”

“But you didn’t kiss Daddy before.”

“Daddy was just my friend before, and when someone is just a friend you don’t kiss them. But now Daddy is my boyfriend so I can kiss him.”

Taylour blinks and his forehead creases as he tries to process what Tia is telling him, evident that he is still confused.

“You know how Charlie is your friend, and you have lunch or go to the park together?”

“We go to the zoo sometimes too.” Taylour smiles and nods.

“Right, friends’ hangout and do all sorts of fun things together. Sometimes when people are spending time with their friends, they realize that they really like them and want to see them more.”

“Well, I really like Mommy.” Auston chimes in.

“I like Mommy too,” Taylour smiles.

“Yeah, your mommy is pretty awesome” Auston smiles at Tia. “And when we were friends and would go to dinner, watch a movie or go skating as friends, we realized we liked each other a lot. So, I asked Mommy to be girlfriend and she said yes, now we can kiss and go on dates together.”

“Oh.” Taylour blinks a few times, processing the information, then nods. “Okay.” 

“Do you have any questions?” Tia asks him. 

“What’s a date?” 

Tia softly laughs. “A date is just spending time together. It can be going shopping, getting dinner, taking a walk. If Daddy and I are doing it together, we’re on a date.”

“Are you still going to spend time wif me?” Concern floods his face as his wide eyes bounce between them.

Auston chuckles softly and pulls him into his lap, and Tia scoots closer. “We will always spend time with you. With Mommy being my girlfriend, it means we have more time together as a family. You won’t spend time with just Mommy at her house, or just me at my house, there will be one house and all three of us will live there together.

They talked about what life after the summer looked like, but they didn’t really come up with a plan. They were going to spend the next few months dating, spend the summer together in Scottsdale, and see how they felt then. Maybe Tia would renew her lease, maybe she wouldn’t, and she’d move into Auston’s place. It wasn’t much of a plan but they both agreed to it, then came covid.

It made sense for them to stay together, but that was out of necessity, and they never discussed what they’d do once life returned to normal. If the past few weeks showed Tia anything its that she doesn’t want to live apart and her heart flutters knowing he feels the same way.

“Every morning we’ll have breakfast together, we can play together, go swimming or to the park, we can watch movies together, and every night we both get to tuck you in. You’ll get to see Daddy and I every day.” 

“I like that.” His joyful voice coos as he cranes his head to smile at Auston, then to Tia. 

“Me too.” Auston softly kisses his forehead. 

“Is uncle Freddie your boyfriend too?”

A small howl can be heard from the kitchen which they both ignore. “No. Uncle Freddie and Uncle Trevor are just my friends. Only Daddy is my boyfriend, so I can only kiss Daddy.”

It gets quiet for a second as Taylour thinks over everything. Then he turns towards Auston. “Can I play with my toys?” 

“Do you have any more questions?” When he is met with a soft shake of the head, Auston loosens back his grip and Taylour slides off and wanders to the mountain of toys that are monopolizing a large portion of the living room.

“He is too observant.”

They both watch Taylour grab his Hulk figurine and start running him along the floor towards his farm animal encounter. He lets out a playful scream as he gallops the horse figurine in the opposite direction, then flips them both in the air.

“I didn’t realize we were kissing that much.” Tia says quietly.

“It’s fine.” He wraps his arms around Tia and yanks her closer. “It’s good for him to be around parents who are open, honest, and able to show love.” His lips find her hairline. “I had that growing up, it helped me.” 

“Yeah.” Tia takes a second, then lets out a peaceful sigh. He is right, of course he’s right. She grew up with secrets and lies, a father who struggled to show emotions, it affected her in more ways than one. “You’re right.”

“I know…speaking of dates, I’m taking you on one tonight. Dress hot.” 

“Are you saying leggings and one of your tees isn’t hot?” she laughs, eyeing down her current ensemble. 

“You’re hot in anything,” Auston tells her. “But I was thinking something tight…or short… short is probably better,” he thinks to himself. “Easier to fuck you in.” 

“Auston,” she playfully scolds him. While it may be good for him to see loving parents, she doesn’t want to have to explain what that means to a four-year-old. “Where are we going, everywhere is closed?” 

“Leave that to me. We’ll go after his bedtime.”

**

Tia spent the entire day thinking about their date. While they spent all their free time together, they only had one actual date since getting back together, all the other nights were spent with her friends, his friends, or Taylour.

While feeding the fabric through the sewing machine she contemplated if she should wear a skirt with the corseted bodysuit, she finished up a few days ago. Unjamming the thread, she started to consider the dress she was currently working on and if she could get it done in time. Packaging up an order from the website, she began to wonder if the leather pants with the crop top that has proven to have very good results was the way to go.

Tia is nervous, but an excited nervous.

Butterflies circle her stomach and every time she thinks about him or what he has planned, she’d feel a warm haze ripple up her spine. While it is technically their second date, and she wasn’t involved in the planning and had no idea what to expect, Tia has big plans for their date and wants…no needs it to be perfect.

When it was finally time for Tia to get ready, she started with makeup, something she hadn’t worn in weeks. It was only supposed to be a light layer, some concealer and mascara, maybe a little lip gloss but by the time she finished she had used almost every product and brush she owned. Her eyes were painted dark with wings at the side, a warm glow reflected off her face from the bronzer and the blush drew out her cheek bones. Once her hair was curled and she was dressed in the outfit Becks helped her pick, she grabbed her black robe and tightened it around her body - they were tucking Taylour into bed, and Tia wanted Auston to wait just a little bit longer.

She found Auston lying on Taylour’s bed with his ankles crossed. He had on a pair of beige shorts and a collared white t-shirt that not only hugged his biceps but perfectly displayed the ink that decorated his arm. Just as she knew what she was doing when painting her lips bright red, he knew what he was doing when pulling that shirt over his torso.

She gulps, then fills the space on the other side of the bed. The two of them read Taylour one story, then another, and eventually he drifted off. Tia kissed his forehead and tucked Geoffery in under the duvet. Auston closed the book and set it back on the bookshelf, then kissed his temple while whispering goodnight.

They barely made it to the hall before Auston had her caged against the wall, his hungry lips pressing into hers.

“Auston.” Tia lets out a strangled breath, then swats at his hand as they try to slide under the robe. “Trevor or Fred might see.”

“Fred is at Danielle’s; Trevor is watching a movie in the basement.” He explains, slotting a knee between her thighs.

“You’re going to smudge my lipstick.” She moans, using the thinnest argument possible.

“Good.” he growls, his voice thick and full of gravel. He grabs at the tightly bound bow and gives it a firm tug. “I want that cherry red all over my body by the end of the night.”

With the robe left in a heap on the floor, Auston steps back to drink her in, and as always, she does not disappoint. Little black dress hardly seems appropriate given just how little this dress is. The cut practically drops to her belly button and the hem is inches above her knees; how the tiny straps are holding up her breasts is beyond him. He utters a curse word at the same moment his dick twitches, then grabs her hand and drags her down the hall toward their room.

“What are you doing?“ She lets out a laugh. She is in no way upset about spending their date in bed, she kind of expected a portion of it to be there, she just assumed there would be some kind of activity prior to the bedroom.

“Roof,” Auston tells her, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

When they get up to the roof, Tia can tell he had been planning this for a bit. In the middle is a small two-person table, something he would have bought specifically for this. It has a cream-coloured tablecloth draped over it, a bottle of wine sitting on ice and a bouquet of white lilies is in the middle. At least thirty candles of varying size line the rooftop, all flickering with the faintest of breeze.

“Wow, it’s so pretty,” Tia says softly, taking in the red and orange sky as the sun slowly drops behind Camelback Mountain. 

“Yeah,” he kisses her temple. “You really are.” 

“Oh my god,” she bursts out laughing and turns to him. “Does that line actually work?” 

“I already have you, so does it really matter?”

Auston barely made it through dinner, he argued for them to have a “late” dinner because he didn’t want to wait any longer, but Tia said Trevor put a lot of work into making them dinner (because she knew there is no world where Auston could have prepared this) and she wanted to enjoy it while still hot. She ate slow, purposely, and painfully slow. She poured them each a second glass of wine and they talked, smiling, and laughing as the sky began to get darker and darker. But the second she set her fork down and wiped the sides of her lips, Auston dragged her to the outdoor couch a few feet away.

“How’d I get so lucky?” Auston murmurs, breathing in the familiar perfume, the scent transporting him into a hazy dream.

Tia rolls her eyes at yet another cheesy line, but that doesn’t stop him. He moves in closer to let their noses touch, followed by their lips. She releases a soft moan that he is quick to swallow. His large hand finds her thigh and  begins to work its way up, the barely there skirt of her dress bunching around his wrist.

“No underwear?”

“Just gets in the way.”

Auston smiles. He couldn’t agree more.

He nudges her legs apart and continues to play with her lower lips, grinning every time she shudders under his touch. The warm glowing candles dance along with the faintest breeze. Her entire body briefly tightens when his fingertips press their way inside, but by the time he is knuckle deep a fire is coursing through her veins. She lets out a sweet little breathy moan, and Auston can’t stop smiling at the disgusting slurp oozing out from between her legs.

“Aus,” she mewls.

“Like that?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer because he doesn’t need one. He knows what she likes. His fingers curl in, hitting her deep and hard, his thumb runs in a perfect oval shape over her pulsing bead. He is thrusting his digits in so hard and so deep that she is tugging forcefully at his hair for stability. His fingers build to a pace that makes everything inside feel as though it is about to burst. His cock is hard, and she can feel it pressing into her hip.

Words die on her lips. Strangled incoherent sounds are all she can manage as the sorcery Auston is doing with his fingers renders her mute. Every stroke, every thrust of his digits and brush of the clit, its precise, perfectly placed and has the pressure inside her core at an all-time high.

Wet begins to drip around his expensive watch. He whispers in her ear works her through it, smirking when her body slumps against his. When he finally pulls his fingers out, he brings them up and taps on her lower lip.

“Open.” He instructs, and of course Tia obliges. Opening, she wraps her lips around them one by one and licks them clean. He brings her in for a searing kiss and groans at the essence on her tongue. Gently, Tia cups him over his shorts and Auston hisses, his cock stirring. She rubs harder, encouraging it to swell, smirking as Auston curses her name.

Tia gives his forehead one final kiss, then drops to her knees. Big brown doe-eyes gaze up at him, full of anticipation, as she reaches for his belt. Tugging it open, Tia drags his shorts and boxer down, until they are bunched at his ankles. Her mouth fills with saliva as he springs free, tip coated in pre-cum.

“T-“

Even though it’s soft and featherlight, Auston loses his train of thought the second she kisses the tip. Almost instinctively, his hands are in her curls pulling them back into a makeshift pony to give himself the best view. Keeping eye contact, she slowly drags her tongue along his throbbing vein before taking him in.

She watches his throat bob, arousal constricting his airway as she swirls her tongue around his shaft. Tia tries to not notice the way his hand tightens when she cups his balls or how he hisses when she takes him to the back of her throat, but it only makes her eager to do it again.

Her head continues to bob up and down. She swears she can hear him whispering her name, but between the grunts mixed with curse words she can’t be sure. Her knees ache from the hard concrete but it pales in comparison to the yank at her scalp as he spills hot, white cum down her throat.

“Shit baby.” Auston laughs.

He helps her to her feet, grinning when she stumbles on her heels. He hikes the skirt of her dress up over her hips then grabs roughly at her ass cheeks, pulling her forward until she is straddling him.

“You like that?” She asks bashfully, pulling her lower lip through her teeth. 

With a surge behind his eyes, Auston uses his thumb to wipe the string of cum from her chin.

“Don’t act so innocent.” He brings her in for a searing kiss as Tia reaches down and grabs at his length, tugging at it, encouraging it to grow. “We both know your not.” Auston tangles his hand in her hair, then groans as she teases the head of his shaft through her swollen pussy lips. “You never have been.” He’s inside her in one swift stroke, stuffing her to the brim for a split second before he’s pulling back out. “We both know you want more,” he accentuates with a deep thrust. “Need more.” He thrusts again, this time earning a faint whimper which only inflates his ego more. “You need my hot cum dripping out of your tight cunt. My hands all over your body, teeth leaving marks your too proud to hide.”

“Shit…I….Fuck.” Tia can barely keep her eyes open; bolts of pleasure eviscerate her nerves.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t need this.” He chastises thickly.

As the taste of copper floods her mouth, Tia realizes just how hard she’s been biting at her lower lip. She forces her eyes open and runs one hand up and down his jaw, through the scruff he hasn’t bothered to shave. He continues to move inside of her, smirking as the sliver of composure she’d been desperately clinging to all but fades. She doesn’t think she can speak, so she kisses him. For a moment he lets her sloppily lick inside his mouth, lets himself swallow the moans and gasps she is struggling to part with. But after a second, he puts his lips to her ear and whispers, “Tell me I’m wrong, T.”

Legs trembling, she can feel her orgasm beginning to crest. “I can’t,” she admits through a painful whisper.

“Why not?”

She can feel the smugness that rolls off him with every perfectly placed thrust.

“I love you!” Tia blurts out, unable to contain herself anymore. 

Auston stops moving and his eyes shut for a second. When he opens them, Tia swears they are full of disappointment.

“Seriously?”

Tia’s heart drops into the pit of her stomach. She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes.

So many times over the past few weeks she felt those words on the tip of her tongue, she’d look up to see this desperate look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to say it. She thought saying those words would bring a sense of relief, the final piece to their puzzle. She was confident he was going to say it back and now she doesn’t know if she can recover.

“I had plans…my hand around your neck, my other on your ass…you cuming all over my cock, twice, I was going to fuck you into oblivion... I can’t do that ten seconds after you tell me you love me.” It falls silent and she can feel the gears spinning in his brain. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “The first time we say I love you can’t be followed up with me yanking your hair and leaving bite marks on your ass.”

“Technically, you didn’t say it,” she breaks her silence to inform him. Unable to breathe the same air as him she pushes away and tries to climb off, but his grip only tightens.

“Tia.” He gives her a look. “I obviously love you.” He laughs and brushes her sweaty bangs behind her ear. “Just like it it’s been painfully obvious you’ve been wanting to say it for weeks.” Auston kisses her, passionately, barely giving her the opportunity to process it all.

“I have no idea what you’re –“

“I need you?” Auston mocks, giving her an amused look. “You said that within minutes of getting back together, but I knew it meant more. All those stupid looks at breakfast or the way you’d trail off mid-sentence while chewing on the inside of your cheek. I said it first last time, I was trying to give you the opportunity to say it first this time, but you were taking too long, I was going to tell you tonight.” 

“Oh.” Tia cheeks pool with embarrassment.

“I had a plan.” He leans forward and peppers her collarbone with kisses. “Dinner, flowers, sunset, I was going to tell you before sex...” His hands wander around to the zipper and he sloooowly pulls it down, the fabric loosening around her breasts. “Then I saw what you were wearing and well…” Auston grabs at the material bunched around her middle and pulls it up, then tosses it aside. “I decide to wait a little bit longer.” Auston puts his hand at the nape of her neck and pulls her in, placing a soft kiss against her lips. “I was going to lean in and tell you right as I filled your tight little pussy with my cum.”

Her walls pulsate around his throbbing cock, and she shudders at the thought. “Sorry I ruined it.”

Auston thrusts his hips. “I’m not.” He murmurs, smiling widely, he’s been waiting for this for far too long.

With a loud moan – one that makes her hope nobody is on the patio below - her lashes kiss her cheeks. Auston continues to hold her on his cock while moving his hips and nipping along her warm flesh. He pumps in and out, slowly, meticulously, and passionately, ensuring to make it last.

Another wave of heat builds steadily beneath her skin, tingling all the way down to her toes. He leans in, catching her lips in a wet kiss as he presses the base of his palm against her clit. Her body is tingling, electric currents rippling through every extremity, but Auston doesn’t deviate. He knows what comes next.  Following a few slow but deep thrusts against her already frayed nerve, Tia unravels like a spool of thread, and Auston is right there with her, coating the inside of her walls white. 

“I love you T,” Auston says, as she milks him for all he’s worth. 

“I love you too.” 

With the orange sky in the background and a few beads of sweat on her cheeks, Auston doesn’t think there is a way Tia could be more beautiful. He cups her jaw and brings in her in for a kiss. They kiss, and they kiss, and they kiss unable to pull away. Tia’s walls continue to flutter around his softening cock, but they kiss some more until their lips are puffy.

“Aus,” Tia whispers. “Promise that you’ll put your hand around my throat tomorrow.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Auston coos condescendingly. “You’ll be lucky if I wait that long.”

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something that constantly pisses me off about lov bashers is that they don’t understand that an explanation is not an excuse.

they can’t wrap their head around the fact that yes toga is a murderer but that doesn’t negate the fact that she was driven to that point by society.

if her parents supported her and helped her with the symptoms and urges caused by her quirk i doubt she would’ve become a villain.

she was literally driven to insanity not because she’s always been that way, but because suppressing her urges for so long caused her to snap.

twice became a villain because he had no other choice. he had no family, no job, and he was just a child. he had no where to go and no one to help him.

it really hits home for me because i have autism and several other mental problems, so some of my behaviors are because of those issues. but whenever i say that people say i’m making excuses when i’m not. i understand that some of my behaviors aren’t okay. that my mental illnesses aren’t my fault, but they are my responsibility.

yes toga should go to jail/juvenile detention because she’s killed several people, but we should acknowledge that the reason she became a murderer is because of how she was treated. BUT that doesn’t mean her being a murderer is okay or justified.

this also relates to how i believe spinner was right about how placating to their oppressors will do nothing.

the civil rights movement wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. they had to *fight* for their rights. key word being fight.

yes peaceful protest are certainly effective but they won’t work 100% of the time. sometimes you just have to get your hands dirty.

for example, sit-ins and peaceful marches were extremely important to the movement. but sometimes you just need to throw a brick at a cop.

stonewall isn’t infamous because it was peaceful. it’s infamous because it showed the world that the lgbtq community wasn’t going to sit idly by and let themselves be brutalized.

but the thing is 100% of spinners ideology won’t work, and 100% of shoji’s ideology won’t work either. there needs to be a balance between the two.

tl;dr some of the mha community is allergic to nuance and it makes me wanna scream.

Tbh I wouldn't label myself a league of villains basher but Iam definitely anti against the lov fans that claim the league are completely innocent and haven't done any crimes whatsoever.

I have said this before and I will say it again all of the leauge of villain members are victims. They are victims!!! But they have also done bad things. They are victims and they are bad people. Two things can coexist at once.

One thing that I find interesting about some league members that I wish was explored more often was the hypocrisy they had. For example take toga who has stated that she doesn't want to go to jail for her crimes and has murdered but also simultaneously gets distraught over twices death. I love toga but that can definitely be described as hypocritical and it's something that I love about her and I wish horikoshi delved into this with the league a whole lot more.

Also one of my problems that I mentioned in another post is that the leauge don't actually have a viable goal. As of current their goal was to simply destroy and create carnage so they can somehow get a better world for themselves. Realistically that plan is incredibly flawed and would obviously backfire horribly so I wish that horikoshi could of made it so that they developed out of that plan and used the MVA to target groups like the HPSC and other parts of the government to prove their point without harming innocent kids and civilians.

Agreed shoji and spinners ideologies are both flawed but if combined there can be a common ground reached. Thinking about this I can't help but also wonder what if shigaraki properly used the MVA and their resources? What if there wasn't an outright war? What if there was more bonding between the villains and their heroes?

@mikeellee used to suggest that shigaraki would try and get izuku on board with the MVA and I can't help but think that's a great idea and would help the narrative while adding more nuance and development to izuku and other characters.

[literary-motif]

Epilogue

In which things work out. ~ 1,500 words

Overview // VIII. Num Scire Volo?

The next morning left you feeling miserable. You were curled up on the armchair in the study while Theodore sat slumped back in the settee. 

Cradling your respective cups of tea, you bounced ideas off of each other, scheming how to get out of your predicament. So far, you had nothing but despair. 

Distantly, you heard the front door fall shut. 

“That must be Elisabeth,” you said, sipping your tea. She had not come home with you last night. 

“Or maybe the authorities are here to arrest me,” Theodore said, burying his face in his hands and glancing at the door worriedly. You scoffed.

His anxiety was contagious, however, and you waited tensely for whoever would reveal themself. 

There was no knock before the door flung open. The black fabric of a puffy dress caught your eye immediately. Both you and Theodore let out a sigh of relief. 

Elisabeth waltzed into the room with a smile so bright it felt foreign in the gloomy desperation of the atmosphere around you. Without another word, she walked up to the coffee table between you, slapping a piece of paper onto it triumphantly.

“You are welcome,” she said. With a pleased hum, she took a biscuit from the previously untouched tray. 

You frowned, paralleling your brother as he leaned forward to get a better look at the paper. It was a check. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you saw its value.

“What—” Theodore stuttered, beside himself. “Where did—? How—? What did you—?”

Setting the porcelain on the table carefully, you placed a hand over your mouth in shock, still trying to understand. Your debts were paid, with plenty of money to spare. 

“Elisabeth—?” you breathed astounded. 

She shrugged, letting a cookie hang from her lips as she poured herself a cup of tea. “I met a kind man,” she said, adding two sugars before getting comfortable on the cushions, “and had an amazing night, might I add. I fulfilled a dream.”

Theodore’s cup shook violently on the saucer. She plucked it from his fingers before it tumbled to the ground. 

“How—?” he gasped, disbelieving that the problems that had been steadily crushing him for weeks could dissolve with the help of a kind stranger. 

“Doesn’t matter how,” Elisabeth said. “You are much too focused on understanding everything. Sometimes, you need to accept things as they are because there are no explanations to be given. With this” — she gestured to the little piece of paper — “the Hoares will get off out back, and there is enough to spare to finance the wedding you have always wanted,” Elisabeth said, adding almost sadly, “provided she wants you back. I suggest you run and apologize after we have settled things with the bank.”

He nodded slowly, still speechless with his eyes fixed on the check. 

You could not utter a word. It felt like an illusion, and you worried that any sudden movement would shatter the spell, thrusting you back into the grim reality of your threatening doom. 

Elisabeth glanced between you, her mouth twisted into a smirk. “Yeah, I know,” she said, finishing her tea and picking up the paper as she rose to her feet. “I bet I looked like you two when he gave it to me, like gaping fish. Come on. I would like to appease the bank now if it aligns with your busy schedules.”

It was only after settling your debt — Lord Hoare accepting the check with raised eyebrows but a smile on his face as he offered you tea and tried to convince you to invest — that the dream began solidifying into reality.

The fresh London air filled your lungs after stepping out of the building with your siblings. It felt like the first breath of air you had had in a long time.

“I still cannot believe it,” you said, watching Theodore scurry off into the distance to seek out his ex-fiancée and undo his mistakes. “Thank you, Lizzie.” 

Elisabeth chuckled as your brother tripped in his haste, nearly landing face-first on the dirty road. 

“Of course,” she said, shooting you a glance before beginning to walk home with you. “You were right, you know,” she said after a while when you had passed the theater and crossed the Thames. 

It had been ages since you had taken a walk together, and both of you were enjoying the peaceful quiet of each other'scompany. 

“I often am,” you teased, nudging her shoulder playfully as she rolled her eyes. “What exactly was I right about this time?”

She hesitated, and you suppressed the urge to offer her a cigarette. 

“I talked with him all night,” she said quietly, staring into the distance at the overcast sky. “There is nothing wrong with me. I know what I want, and I know what not.” 

You felt a surge of affection and pride for her. “I’m glad,” you said, smiling gently as she turned to look into your eyes. 

“He says he is sorry,” she added after a pause, her brows furrowing in confusion and curiosity. “After I mentioned you, he asked me to tell you that. He apologizes for his friend and wishes you the best.” 

The reminder of Xanthus made your blood freeze. You nodded, forcing a smile. 

The pieces of your broken heart would take a while to mend themselves back together, and it would take you many paintings and long walks in solitude until you had processed all that had passed between you. 

Dontis was a kind man, and you were infinitely grateful that he had helped your sister discover part of her identity. 

You could see she had questions about how you knew him — what he was apologizing for — but you felt now was not the right time to answer them. 

Over the next months, the loose threads of your life began tying themselves back together by your arduous effort. 

Lord Leighton reached out to you, offering you the chair of a professorship at the Royal Academy of Arts. You declined. 

London was not the city for you. It had always felt suffocating, and despite your new family dynamic and setting down flowers by an unmarked grave, you could never exchange it for the artistic levity you felt in Paris. 

You had longed to return to your studio from the day you had stepped foot onto the island, revisit your acquaintances, and return to your unfinished painting with the clear blue sky. 

No teaching position in the academic field would bring you as much contentment. With your family’s wealth restored sufficiently, there was no need for you to worry about the economic aspect of your life. 

Your reputation remained unblemished after Elisabeth forged the letter informing you of your parent’s deaths. Your number of commissions increased daily. These added royalties, as well as the earnings from the many exhibitions you held both in France and England, allowed you to lead a comfortable life.

Theodore married in the spring after fully disclosing everything that had happened to his spouse and asking her for forgiveness on bended knee. As far as you knew, she was the only other person besides your siblings to know what had truly happened regarding your parents. 

Elisabeth continued studying the occult. She won renown in these circles for her insights, broad knowledge in the field, and rigorous method of study. There were three volumes on the subject of Incubi published under her pen name. In her latest letter, she told you of her work on one relating to werewolves. 

In her spare time, she held seances in the library of the family mansion, which she looked after alone after Theodore had moved out. She never took a lover, confident in her disinterest in romance. 

When you traveled to London for an exhibition or as part of your promise to your siblings, she would always greet you at the train station with open arms, her black dress flowing in the breeze and her lips twisted into a content smile. With time, you felt the rift torn into your relationship mending.

On one of your visits, you had gathered the courage to tell her about your experiences with Lord Claiborne. With her knowledge of the unexplainable, you hoped retelling your story might grant you the closure your paintings had not been able to give you. 

Elisabeth had poured you a cup of tea, listening closely to all the foggy details you remembered. 

“What do you make of this?” you asked her after finishing with your account of what had happened at the ball. 

She looked pensive, letting the silence stretch between you as she contemplated what you had told her. 

“It’s no wonder that house burnt down,” she said eventually, shaking her head sadly. “A tragic loss of life that could have been avoided. Poor Lady Alderton. She still comes to me twice a week in the hopes of talking to her wife, you know. I do not have the heart to tell her that the dead cannot be heard unless they want to.”

Elisabeth cleared her throat, setting down her tea. 

“You’re lucky you got out of that story alive, Picasso,” she said gravely, her gaze settling on you. “To me, it sounds like you had a run-in with a vampire. A ruthless one by the name of Xanthus Claiborne.”

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[queenvhagar]

"And then they just... included no fire or blood to these characters." but...there’s no shortage of "fire and blood" in the show? not to defend it or anything, but let’s be honest—there’s plenty of "fire and blood" going on. Rhaenyra had the dragonseeds burned by Vermithor, Rhaenys torched a heap of smallfolk during Aegon’s coronation, and Aemond casually set Sharp Point ablaze. The Rook’s Rest battle itself was basically akin to an atomic bomb going off. These acts alone already reflect the destructive, violent nature the Targaryens are known for. And that’s just the beginning—next season’s bound to bring even more war crimes, with Viserys' children at the forefront of the mess (sans Heleana). At the end of the day, all these characters—Rhaenyra, Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron—are neck-deep in violence. Whether or not their reasons are justified doesn’t really matter because they're all guilty. And it is expected because the Dance is a civil war filled with atrocities on both sides. Black and Green do not matter. Every major player gets their hands dirty in some way. The show doesn't shy away from the brutal nature of these characters or their actions. What it does—and what fans often fall into—is minimizing the severity of their deeds by justifying them with backstory or motivation. Fans latch onto these reasons to the point where they start romanticizing aspects of these characters, searching for the "good" in them (gag in disgust), when in reality, they’re all meant to be deeply flawed, even horrible. Let them be bad! That is fine!!! IS FINE!!!! So yeah, the show has many problems regarding narrative arc and artistic decisions, but it isn't shying away from the fire and blood of the Targaryens; it’s woven into their legacy, and we’re seeing that play out. What we really need to do is move past these no-nonsense teams. No more Team Black or Team Green...my god! Just choose Team Evil!!!

My main problem that I'm getting at is the idea that any Targaryen, after their own kin is slain by the enemy and said enemy is actively opposing you, is willing to sue for peace. ESPECIALLY when in Fire and Blood the deaths of Jaehaerys and Lucerys were these ultimate moments where all out fire and blood mentality kicked in for everyone and not only was war inevitable but it was desired. They wanted fire and blood. They wanted vengeance for harms inflicted upon them through any means and at any cost. These are Targaryens at the height of their absolute power. There is nothing they feel they cannot do or will not do. There is no one capable of opposing them, and if anyone tries, they shall face fire and blood.

I understand the argument of there being plenty of actual fire and actual blood being present in the show... as in yes, the dragons still breathe fire and the war is still killing people. But the house words of fire and blood? The mentality of taking all that is owed to you, no backing down, raining annihilation down upon all that oppose you? That's just not present. It's barely even allowed to be hinted at.

Rhaenyra burned Dragonseeds to get dragonriders? Sure, there was technically fire and blood involved and one could argue there were wisps of a true fire and blood Rhaenyra being hinted at for the single scene. But afterward? There's no acknowledgment narratively, nor is there any character growth: Rhaenyra immediately reverts to only wanting to have dragons as a deterrent to war. After she's lost her throne. Her father. Her only daughter. Her son. Her aunt. Their dragons. And despite the fact that the only way she can press her claim when there's already a crowned king is to wage war, and the only reason there is a war is because she is pursuing it in the first place in order to get her throne.

My problem is that there is such a lack of that fire and blood mentality to Rhaenyra and many other Targaryen characters that should be there and was there in the source material. They're not allowed to be real humans let alone real Targaryens. Their fire is extinguished. Their actions illogical. Their emotions suppressed. They do shy away from the brutal actions of these characters by removing their motivations or distancing them from the actual events that they cause. Any blood they spill is not their intention or is done with the goal of preventing a war that they should want at all costs but continuously, unrealistically, try to back away from.

So yes, of course the characters are still involved in terrible things and their actions get people killed. But the drive behind those actions is gone. Instead it's a series of happenstances and misunderstandings and peaceful aspirations that move the plot along. Where is fire and blood? The fiery boldness and anger, the burning desire for vengeance, the willing violence to grab at power and hold it, the inherent self-entitlement and superiority complex that leads them to believe they deserve the throne at all costs, no matter who is in the way and why they have to do to get it? That mentality is gone, as are representations of the true Targaryens of the books. The family that willingly destroyed itself through the embodiment of fire and blood mentality, taking what they believe is owed, seeking total annihilation of the enemy, using living weapons of fire and force submission. These new characters of the show are shadows of what they should have been. That's my problem with the show. The fire and blood mentality that defined this family is gone. In its place are shells of actual characters.

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Third Place, round 7; Plastic/fake strawberry flowers Vs A bouquet of sunflowers, dandelions, ferns, foxglove, hollyhock, lotus, balsamine, green carnation, fennel, black eyed susan and queen of night

First, let's talk about the Plastic/fake strawberry flowers

Why this flower was chosen: Because he is very germaphobic and also phobic of the things that are in flowers and thus hates nature because it’s dirty (his friends even said that he would be would be a plastic flower if he were one) and strawberry because that’s the smell of the shampoo his wife used and that he can still smell on the pillow she slept on that he keeps (in a plastic case) and hugs when he’s sad Description: He’s a detective. His wife was murdered and for three years after that he didn’t leave the house because his phobias that he had before got exponentially worse. He slowly did start coming out of his house and getting better trying to figure out why his wife was murdered while solving other crimes. He has 312 phobias with the top being in order: germs, needles, dentists, milk, death, snakes, lightning, mushrooms, heights, crowds, elevators. He has impeccable memory, doesn’t like people and will 100% put his phobias and needs over manners. He can clean his house in his sleep, literally. At the end of the day he is a very nice friend but annoys the crap outa his friends and often doesn’t realise that they even care for him as much as they do/ doesn’t realise they consider him a friend. He always says “here’s the thing” before saying he can’t do something very particular. He also says “Unless I’m wrong, which you know, I’m not”. He always has his assistant carry wipes around and wipes his hands every time he shakes someone’s hand. He is very tight (as in with money) which is very relatable for me and probably other people and its hilarious when he hasn’t paid his assistant because he doesn’t have money (while still buying copious amounts of cleaning supplies) and because he’s so non confrontational he doesn’t want to ask for a raise even tho it’s a totally legit ask (which is also hilarious in and of itself) he ends up just avoiding the subject in any way possible. He once was forced to decorate for Christmas (which he doesn’t do since his wife died) and he used not a fake tree but a paper cut out of a tree. He doesn’t at all know what would insult someone and rarely knows how to make someone feel better (often failing miserably but occasionally actually helping and being super wholesome). He hates/is scared of nakedness (and doesn’t even “look” when he wees) and there was a whole thing where he had to investigate a nudist and was just finding every possible way to find him guilty and it was hilarious (he was in the end more accepting of it but still freaked out) He also wears the same clothes every day and buys shirts checked by a specific checker in a factory that he actually sent a fan letter to (and helped prove her son not guilty). Anyway he is very relatable for just introverted people or awkward people in general because he expresses the way we feel and does things we wish we could do or want to do and says thing we just think in the most hilarious ways, and if that doesn’t make any sense then he just acts and says things that we all kinda do on the inside. Apart from just mostly normal people, he is relatable for the people who share his mental conditions like my dad who is a germaphobe and even tho people still don’t understand germaphobia really, he knows that he gets it and he relates to him a lot. And he has a lot of other things like anxiety, and little things like not being able to deal with change and other stuff that just make him super relatable to neurodevergent people like me. When people first look at people with mental problems they say they are weak that so little sets them off but in reality, they are dealing with so so much that you can’t see and you don’t need to deal with and they- and he is (are) so incredibly strong. I love him so much and I would say more but I don’t want to reveal who he is.

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A bouquet of sunflowers, dandelions, ferns, foxglove, hollyhock, lotus, balsamine, green carnation, fennel, black eyed susan and queen of night

Why and meaning: Sunflowers- very literal in their relation to the sun. Dandelions- overcoming hardship Ferns- magic or enchantment Foxglove- insecurity Hollyhock- ambition Lotus- rebirth Balsamine- impatience Green Carnation- he is homosexual Fennel- strength Black eyed Susan- justice Queen of the Night- enjoy small moments because they do not last Description: Hes sooooo silly your honor. Hes my skrunkly blorbo oongly. THE babygirl. Hes 35 years old, hes the chosen one, he has a sickass sword. He keeps adopting stray children like pokemon cards, hes broke as a goddamn joke. He managed to score a major fucking hottie by being peculiar and having sopping wet cat energy. He’s gay, he's gray-ace, he has a layered, complex queer platonic relationship with his best friend and every single woman he knows could throttle him. He's my special little boy please

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[askweisswolf]

To Pick a Lock (Warden Tabris 2nd Person POV)

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The first thing Mother teaches you when you start your lessons with her is how to pick a lock.

It’s not what you expected to learn; in truth, you didn’t have any expectations to start with because you don’t want these lessons, not really. You’re too young yet to understand why Mother taking you out like this makes her and Father argue quietly before you leave, why every time you come home a little sweaty and dirty Father looks at you with sad eyes and his lips pressed together, but you are old enough to recognize that these lessons take away from important things like spending time with your friends and playing.

Mother insists, though, so here you are. Learning how to lockpick.

Failing miserably at it, if you’re being honest with yourself.

You scowl at the lock in your hands, because you’ve been working on it for awhile now and you can’t quite figure out how to get it to open. The lock doesn’t scowl back at you  because it’s a lock, and it simply sits there in your hands, behaving perfectly lock-like. Somehow, this just makes you scowl even harder.

“Patience, bug.” There’s a laugh in your mother’s voice, as she gently takes the lock from you. “You’re pushing it too hard.”

You cross your arms over your chest, but you can’t resist leaning in as she starts picking up where you left off. “This is dumb,” you huff.

“Patience,” Mother repeats softly, and despite the hot frustration balled up in your chest you can’t help the way your eyes widen when the lock clicks open in her hands. She clicks it into place and hands it back to you. “Now try again. Slower, this time. Move with the gears, not against them.”

You sigh heavily, but start fiddling with the lock again. This is dumb. Mother is dumb. You could be playing right now.

You tell yourself you’re not disappointed when at the end of the lesson you’ve worked out how to follow the shape of the gears, but still can’t quite get the lock open. Mother laughs and promises that she’ll keep teaching you.

(When Mother dies it’s sudden and bloody; Father won’t let you see her body, and you quickly stop asking questions because you see the tear trails on his face. While he makes arrangements and tries to keep his sobs silent, you sneak outside with her lock.

Slower, Mother said. Move with the gears, Mother said.

The lock clicks open in your hands and you look up, thrilled in your victory.

You look up for her and you forget she isn’t there.)

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The lock in your hands is broken.

You work that out fairly quickly; the gears rub together in a way that feels unnatural, a low sound that only you can hear because you know to listen for it. You click your tongue quietly as you realize this, but the children are looking at you with hopeful, eager faces, so you smile instead of frowning like you want to.

You downplay the dagger skills Mother taught you before she died, but the lockpicking–that’s fairly harmless. The children sometimes bring you a lock, because they get a kick out of watching you open it. It’s worth it to see their eyes shine, to see the way they smile. You can figure this out; you just need to be creative.

“Patience, bug.” Mother’s voice is faint in your ears these days, but you heed the memory all the same. You can hear Shianni and Soris whispering to each other, watching from a little away, but you ignore them both as you carefully work your tool through the lock.

You think you have something, after a little bit of fiddling. If you hook the tool on one of the gears just so and apply a little more pressure than you usually do, you could possibly force the lock open without the children realizing there’s a problem. It could also cause the lock to fall apart in your hands but, well, it’s either that or you don’t get the lock open at all, and that simply won’t do with young eyes watching.

You take a quiet breath, hook the tool and pull, a quick, firm motion that looks more confident than you feel. The children gasp, and a few exclaim excitedly, but you ignore the sounds and focus purely on what you’re doing. Your risk is rewarded as only a moment later, you hear the familiar click, and your smile widens as you remove your tool and the lock opens.

The children cheer like you’ve performed magic.

Shianni and Soris approach you later, after the children have been rounded up by their thankful parents or have wandered off to do more interesting things; Shianni’s smirking as she approaches. “That took you longer than usual,” she practically sings, and Soris nudges her gently with his shoulder.

You roll her eyes, tossing her the lock. “It was broken,” you reply. “I had to be a little more careful with it.”

Shianni catches the lock, nudging Soris back as she examines it. Soris lets out a low whistle at the sight. “You got it in the end, though,” he says, and you hum at the appreciative tone in his voice.

Shianni looks at you, brown eyes gleaming trouble. “When are you going to teach me to pick a lock, cousin?”

“Never,” you reply without missing a beat, and Shianni laughs as she tosses the lock back to you. She’s already enough of a handful on her own; she doesn’t need your particular skill set to make an even bigger nuisance of herself. It’s an old argument between you at this point, one that doesn’t even annoy her anymore.

You’re doing this for her own good. One day she’ll learn it’s easier to keep her head down and her hands out of sight.

(Lockpicking wouldn’t have saved her against Vaughan. You know this.

It still might have helped somehow, and it’s something that gnaws away at you for the entirety of the Blight until you’re able to make it home again.)

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You agree with Jory on one thing: the Korcari Wilds are bloody cold.

That’s about all you agree with him on, because Jory is also an idiot, and you don’t have the time or the patience to deal with him right now. You have a job to do and only one senior Warden tagging along, and the whole thing has your back up in a way you don’t like. Daveth at least has some sense to him, but you also don’t like the way he looks at you, so you just barely tolerate his presence better than Jory’s.

He can’t even pick a lock. Absolutely useless, the pair of them.

“Are you almost done here?” Jory asks as you pick the lock of a chest, and you ignore the way you can hear him shifting in the grass. “I feel like this shouldn’t be taking so long.”

You grit your teeth against the desire to snap, although you desperately want to. You’re exhausted from traveling to Ostagar and frankly you’d like to see how well he can pick a lock with stiff fingers, but you’re also painfully aware of your position; the only elven woman in a group of human men, alone in the middle of nowhere. You can’t trust that they won’t knife you for simply mouthing off.

“She’ll be done when she’s done,” Alistair says, his voice gentle but firm. You slowly feel the tension uncoil from the base of your spine at his words. “Let her work.”

Jory grumbles, then shifts again slightly when Daveth nudges him and cracks a joke. You blow out a quiet breath, feeling out the gears of the chest; it’s old, older than any lock you’re used to. Slower, you remind yourself. Move with the gears.

“Patience, bug.”

The lock clicks open on your next breath and you smirk, pushing the chest open. Jory and Daveth have dissolved into bickering over something now, and Alistair is trying to break them up without being too loud; watching the three of them jump when you slam the chest closed is oddly satisfying.

“Just some vendor trash,” you say, but you toss the worn amulet to Jory anyway; he catches it with only a slight fumble. Maybe he can get some gold for it, and you’re surprised to see him give you a small nod after a moment of examining the tarnished piece of jewelry. Daveth laughs and calls his attention to something, and you quietly slip to Alistair’s side as the other two take the lead.

You take another breath.

The gold sitting alongside the amulet wasn’t much, but you still lean in slightly anyway, press your hand into Alistair’s so you can pass the coins along to him without a word. He jolts against you, but his fingers curl against the coins when he realizes what you’re doing. You risk a look up at him–close, too close, you’re way too close to this human man–and he’s looking back down at you with a small, amused smile on his face.

His eyes are as gentle as his voice. You don’t know what to make of that.

“Thank you.” The words are soft so Jory and Daveth won’t hear, and you slip away before he can reply.

The Wilds are cold, but where your fingers touched his remain warm for longer than you’d like to think about.

[readingslover]

Chapter 4

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“You don’t understand. Me gonads, you ovaries!” Let out a very frustrated George as the group gets out of the car. This has been going on since they woke up.

“Oh, that reminds me, we’re out of tampons,” Izzie said.

“Izzie, you’re parading through the bathroom in your underwear when I’m naked in the shower.”

“Can you add it to your list, please? Tampons.” The tall girl replied, ignoring what George said.

“It’s to the list, it’s your turn,” Meredith explained as they walk towards the entrance. It was still dark outside.

“I am a man!” George exclaimed.

“I get that you feel weird about Izzie walking in when you shower. But, what is your problem with buying tampons? It’s normal to buy them.” Amory said.

“I don’t buy girl products. I don’t want you walking in while I’m showering, and I don’t want to see you in your underwear.”

“It doesn’t bother me, okay? Look at me in my underwear George, take your time. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s the same as a bikini, George,” The other blonde said patting his back.

~~~~~~

“You are the first person they see in the morning. You say please, you say thank you, you apologize for waking them up. You make them feel good about you.” Dr. Bailey told the interns while they were changing into their scrubs in the locker room. “Why is that important? Because they’ll tell you what’s wrong. Why is that important? Because then you can tell your attending what they need to know during rounds.” Amory closed her locker and put her hair in a ponytail. “And why is that important? Because if you make your resident look bad, she’ll torture you until you beg for your mama. Now get out there, I want pre-rounds done by five thirty a.m.”

“I better get good patients today. Yesterday I had two guys with colostomies who needed dressing changes every fifteen minutes.” Meredith said after Bailey had left.

“Well, I had a guy who kept calling me a nurse, despite multiple people calling me a doctor,” Amory complained.

“I’m gonna be in surgery. Today is my day.” Cristina said, looking into the distance.

“On what?” Meredith asked.

“Yeah, on what?” The blonde repeated.

“Like I’d tell you. I was here at four and you didn’t get here until four thirty.”

“Why won’t you tell us?” The dirty blonde insisted.

“I’m not the intern who’s screwing an attending.

“Hey, I’m not either. So, you could tell me.”  Amory says.

“Oh no, I can’t. You’re smart, everybody likes you. You’re gonna get surgeries either way.”

~~~~~~

Later that day, Meredith George and Amory walked down the hallways.

“There need to be some rules,” George complained.

“So, what, we can walk around in our underwear on alternate Tuesdays, or you could see bras but not panties? Or are you talking about Amish rules? Because if you’re gonna get Izzie to cover herself…” Meredith says.

“The amount of flesh exposed is not the point. You have to do something, it’s your house?”

“It’s my mother’s house.” Meredith corrected Izzie.

“Do you like Izzie?” Amory asked. “Do you have a crush on Izzie?

“Izzie?! No, Izzie, I don’t like Izzie. No, she’s, she’s not the one I’m attracted to.” The boy blurted out.

“No the one, so there’s a one?” Meredith asked, George, while he tried to avoid any aye contact with the two women.

“O’Malley, Grey, Madden, get Karev and head down to trauma. You’re with Shepherd.” The resident ordered as they approached, assigning them their tasks.

“Shepherd's in surgery,” Meredith stated since Dr. Shepherd left the house early to be on time for the surgery.

“He got pulled before he could start.” The resident informs.

~~~~~~

As the group approached their attending for the day, they come across a shocking sight. Their patient was somehow conscious, even with several nails in his skull.

“I can’t see my hands! I can’t see…” The patient informed, panic in his voice.

“Use 4 mgs of morphine. Titrate up to 10. You know what I don’t want him to move.” dr. Shepherd ordered.

“Okay, Mr…?” Amory started

“Cruz, Jorge Cruze.” A nurse told her.

“We need you t stay very still, Mr. Cruz,” The blonde informed him.

“He tripped and fell down a flight of stairs holding a nail gun.” The nurse told the group.

“Somehow he managed to miss a blood vessel. That's a minor miracle. Optic nerve's been affected. Can you feel this? Numbness on his right side.” Dr. Shepherd examined. “What's our immediate concern?”

“infection.” Meredith and Amory said in unison.

“Right. I wanna be pulling these nails out in the next half-hour. I need a CT.”

“CT's are down. They exchanged them out last night. Computer's crashed; have them back up by 1:00.” A nurse informs them.

“So typical.” Dr. Shepherd muttered. “So what are the options?”

“MRI.” George suggested.

“Brilliant. The man's got nails in his head. Let's put him in a giant magnet.” Alex said sarcastically.

“We should do films from three axis points and a C-arm in surgery.” The blonde said.

“Excellent! You guys dig up research and find out if this has ever happened before.”

Just when we where about to leave, Amory heard the man speak again.

“My wife, my wife, my wife.”

“Your wife is on the way, Mr. Cruz”

She then left the room, Meredith being assigned the job of watching over the man.

~~~~~~

After the girl did some research along with George, they approached the attending to inform him of what they found.

“Dr. Shepherd? Turns out there have been 23 similar cases to our patient’s, though one was a suicide attempt, so I don’t think that counts.” George starts.

“It doesn’t count. Anything else that could help?”

“Well, there aren’t any procedures that could but it’s been established that a shorter surgery time reduces risk, and bleeding and infection are the main problems to look out for,” Amory informed him.

“great, so I’m on my own.” He sighed.

“We have also thought of something that could help, but we’re not sure.”

“Go ahead.”

“What if we remove the nails from the exact angle they entered the skull?” George started.

“That way we avoid any further damage so it should be safer.” The girl finished off.

The attending started smiling, seeing the work they had put into this. “You might be onto something. Great work O’Malley, and Madden. You’ve earned a chance to scrub in.”

~~~~~~

“Vertiginous or light-headedness?”

“Light-headed. Sometimes he'd have to brace himself to get out of bed.” George informed him as they scrubbed in for surgery.

“Could be a million things. Simple orthostasis. What?”

“What made him fall down the stairs with a nail gun?” Amory wondered out loud.

“He said he tripped. Just because you hear hoof beats, don't assume zebras.”

“ Something caused him to lose consciousness and fall down the stairs. He could have a tumor.” The boy explained.

“How about, we start with this surgery and after that worry about the possible tumor? He shouldn’t even be alive by now, right?” The girl suggested, having finished scrubbing in.

“Exactly, I have no clue why he’s still moving and talking. Let’s wait before we say something that might not be there.” Dr. Shepherd agreed.

Jorge was really nervous about his surgery, which is completely normal. So Amory suggested to tell them about his wife, which he gladly did.

“She had this thing for red when we met. Red car, red dresses, red hats. Personally, I hated the color. Too obvious, you know? But a couple years ago, I took her up to the mountains. She was in a red dress, and there was this field of red… poppies I think. And she jumped out of the car and ran into them and started laughing, laughing at all the red.”

~~~~~~

While the surgery was happening, the chief narrated what is happening to those in the galley.

“As you can see, the patient has shot seven nails directly into the skull without doing significant damage other than the optic nerve, and we may be able to save that. The idea is to remove the nails at exactly the angle they entered. Any wiggle, and we risk doing more damage than when they went in.”

As Dr. Shepherd removed the nails with his incredible precision, George and Amory assist. After all of them were removed with little to no bleeding, Dr. Shepherd evaluated the situation.

“I don’t think we made it worse. The big question is the optic nerve. We’ll know more in the morning.”

“Should we order the MRI?” The girl asked.

“He needs to stabilize. We'll do it tomorrow.”

~~~~~~

The next day, after finding that Jorge had gotten his sight back, Dr. Shepherd ran some tests as the interns watched.

“Can you tell me what you had for breakfast on Monday?” The surgeon asked.

“Cheese omelet. And on Sunday, and on Saturday, and on Friday. Sone gets up every morning and make me a cheese omelet.” Amory smiled at the couple’s relationship. This is something she hopes would someday happen to her.

“It’s the only thing he likes.”

“It’s the only thing you know how to cook?”

“Okay, things look good, but I need Jorge to get an MRI this morning to check for residual bleeding.” The surgeon informed.

~~~~~~

Turns out George was right, the patient has a tumor. Now they had to inform him and his wife he had a patient.

“Best practice, probably to remove the tumor. "Probably" because I can't get it all.Ninety-nine percent, but not all of it. Radiation and chemo, you're looking at maybe five to ten good years.”

“Let’s do it.” Jorge decided.

“You haven't heard the downside. See, the tumor is located in a part of your brain where your memory and your personality resides. And because of the fuzzy edges of this type of tumor, I have to cut out a lot. Jorge, you stand a good chance of losing your memories. Of losing who you are.” Amory inform them. It’s their job to inform all of the patients of the good side and the bad ones.

“The alternative is gamma or cyberknife treatment with focus radiation. It's less evasive. There's little chance of memory loss or him losing himself but it would only give Jorge maybe three to five years.”

“Three to five years?” Jorge’s wife asked a clear lump in her throat and started crying.

“This is an incredibly difficult decision. If you have any more questions or you need to talk to me, I'm here, ok?” They left the room to let them talk about it.

~~~~~~

The couple decided to have the surgery. Sona explained that she’d rather have 10 bad years with her husband than 5 good ones. It wasn’t Amory’s decision, but she’d rather have 5 good ones, than 10 bad ones. She would want to make memories with the person she fell in love with, not the body of him and the mind of someone else.

Later that night, She came home to find Meredith downing a whole bottle of tequila.

“What’s going on? I heard you advised Sona against the surgery. You know we can’t do that.” Amory asked her moving to sit next to her. “Don’t tell me you’re fine when I know you’re not. So do you wanna talk about it? Or do we just drink this bottle, forgetting about it?”

“I want to talk about it, but I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone.” The dirty blonde took another sip of the bottle before continuing.”My mom isn’t on a road trip around who-knows-where, she has early-onset Alzheimer’s. She’s in a nursing home. I’m the only one who can visit her and she won’t let me tell anyone. That’s why I advised against it. I know how it is to live with someone who most of the time doesn’t recognize you.” The blonde let out an “oh” and moved closer to Meredith.

“Do you want to be alone? Or can I stay and we share the bottle?” She asked.

“You can stay” Meredith answers passing me the bottle of tequila.

They spent the rest of the night drinking the bottle and talking about gossip they heard from the hospital.

[daaedoodles]

mia being so good at judging peoples characters is making me wonder how the hell she got into that mess with veronica?? she basically told her she’d do anything to get more resources for her department but her intuition is so good, veronica would give her bad vibes off the bat. though, i also think she can also sense that there’s more to veronica than the cold and manipulative personality shw portrays and that’s what gets her? She gives her a chance and then she’s dead

i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about veronica’s character and i think that she has a strong sense of duty and it drives her. she was specifically hired by the board to cut costs for the hospital and increase revenue and she’s gonna do that, no matter what it takes. she is extremely logical and has a “i can’t change the world but i’ll try to help the people i can and the rest isn’t my problem” mentality which we see very clearly when she tells lauren they’re not here to solve the social ills of the world.

when the resistance was busted she could have fired all of them and reported them to the medical board, but she didn’t. she said that elizabeth’s surgeries generated a lot of money for the hospital and elizabeth leaving would get in the way of veronica’s job/goal of increasing revenue and telling the medical board like she threatened would also have the same effect. her reasons for demoting iggy were completely valid and i’m half surprised she didn’t fire him because he really wasn’t doing his job. she said she would have let mia go if she wasn’t the only doctor in her department, except she easily could have fired her and found a replacement, but she didn’t. the only reason she let lauren go was because she already handed in a resignation and therefore by firing her she would scare the others into not doing anymore illegal and dangerous surgeries or things behind her back, which as she said, risked the accreditation of the hospital. her anger towards the resistance was justified and i think veronica’s bark is worse than her bite.

i feel as though veronica understands the resistance and that’s also apart of why she doesn’t go to the medical board about any of them as in her backstory in the episode with floyd, she used to be a bright eyed, stubborn doctor who was willing to do anything for her patients to help, even if it was dangerous, like they are now. i think she was more trying to teach them a lesson like she was taught, but also on some level i think she respects them as doctors who just need discipline and to learn how to follow the rules, because she learnt that if you don’t, people get hurt. she learnt her limits and knows to stick to them instead of trying to do more even though there’s a possibility it will have a better outcome because the odds are it will be worse.

when max tried to get her medical license revoked and played dirty, veronica seemed genuinely offended that he stooped so low, which makes me think that being fair is something that’s very important to her. she only got karen removed from the board after that happened in order to secure her job/livelihood because it was clearly at risk.

veronica is smart and she knows how to get what she wants, pushing just far enough to intimidate and manipulate the people around her without actually hurting them. none of what she did was ever actually malicious. she was trying to do her job, she’s not evil.

the worst thing veronica did was try to extort lauren, but i think that her rationality behind that was that firing lauren wouldn’t do the hospital any good but by blackmailing her, she would be able to get more donations/funds for the hospital which was what she was brought in to do. that money would be used to help their patients/the hospital so in that sense, i think she’s very much a morally gray person who does bad things for good reasons.

in addition, when mia quotes dostoevsky, veronica recognizes it. mia is surprised and tells her “most people think i’m quoting deepak chopra” to which veronica responds, “not me, that’s why i hired you.” implying that veronica didn’t only hire mia as a cash grab, but also because she believes in what she does. dostoevsky’s works explore the human condition and morality in the face of difficulty, always including philosophical and spiritual themes. veronica reading his works, and being enough of a fan that she recognizes the quote even when it’s not said in full, makes me think she’s a highly intelligent and reflective person who understands herself and others and why they do what they do.

side note, i think it’s kind of cool there’s a parallel between the book the quote was chosen from (crime and punishment, “low ceilings and tiny rooms cramp the soul” ) as in both situations the characters are faced with situations where they feel forced to do immoral things to get what they want/need — rodion is faced with the hopelessness of his situation and resorts to murder to escape poverty and veronica blackmails, fires and threatens members of the resistance resistance to keep the hospital, her job and the patients safe.

she clearly has an understanding of people and psychology and uses it to manipulate to get what she wants, while mia uses her own knowledge of people to try and help others.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

A gyroid adventure is a welcome distraction from things we can't control

Robo gyroids are popping up at the camp and the timing couldn’t have been better. As usual with this kind of thing, we have a group of visitors dropping by to join in on the fun. And like in most cases, it was kinda unplanned, which I think adds to the appeal of gyroid events.

Latte, Ambrosia, and Aymn are here, along with some unexpected friends - Sadiki, Mio, Luci, Haniyya, and Haitham. They, along with Safiyya and the rest of the Knights, were coming out from a series of meetings regarding the Lunar/Adrikha alliance. Now, they’re trying to expand the alliance, so Luci and Mio are here as representatives for Bonsai and Sango, respectively.

While the meetings have been going smoothly for the most part, they’ve hit some snags along the way. It’s inevitable that problems will pop up every now and then as things progress, but that doesn’t make things any easier. In this case, a lot of the problems Lunar’s dealing with right now has to do with principles, to put simply.

While hunting for robo gyroids around the camp, we had a bunch of interesting discussions about the whole thing. I wouldn’t say philosophical, but I found it pretty deep and it’s been on my mind since.

I think the best way to sum it up is that the world isn’t as black and white and as clear cut as you want it to be. No matter what good you do or how hard you try to please everyone, you can’t make everyone happy. Someone will get hurt, someone will hate you - sometimes that’s just how it is. In some cases, bad things have to happen in order for good things to happen. It doesn’t excuse the bad things, but it goes to show how complicated the world can be.

No matter what you do, it’s impossible to live life without harming or hurting someone. That’s not to say that kindness and compassion is worthless. I’m just saying that you can’t win everyone over, and you need to accept that. As someone who prefers to stay out of the way and make everyone happy, I find that truth difficult to accept. But I’ve learned to live with it. Even though I wish things could have ended up differently, I’m not gonna fight a losing battle.

Safiyya, on the other hand, seems to be having a hard time accepting that. Not that I blame her, but she’s backing herself in a corner if she refuses to understand. Nahla’s similar to her in the way that she doesn’t like bringing harm to others and prefers to avoid conflict, but she knows from personal experience that it’s almost impossible. No matter what decision you make, even the most peaceful option will lead to inevitable conflict.

So that’s the core of the problem between Safiyya and Nahla. Aymn says Safiyya can be a bit stubborn, but her heart’s in the right place. Compared to Nahla, she’s kinda more naive and sort of sheltered. While Nahla isn’t exactly jaded, she’s had her share of bad experiences that while she still believes in the good in the world, she also has a healthy amount of cynicism to keep herself grounded.

The best way I would describe it is that Safiyya’s basically walking on eggshells. Again, I get where she’s coming from, but in some situations, you really have to put your foot down. There’s no way of knowing whether or not the former sages rebelling would have happened regardless of how she handled things back them, but the general consensus is that her passiveness definitely played a role in that. And again, we’re not trying to blame her, it’s just one of those things that became clearer in hindsight.

As for Nahla, from my understanding, is the kind of person who will take an aggressive stand and fight back when necessary. Connie said while she’s very kind and forgiving, she can also be manipulative if the situation calls for it. In order to get Adrikha and Dharma back on their feet, she had to pretty much get her hands dirty and get on their level just so she can send the message to the higher ups that she was serious.

She, and the others, had to do morally questionable things in order to move forward. sure, they aren’t happy about that, but it’s not like they had any other options. Especially for someone in her position, you have to resort to shady measures just so you can get your foot in the door. Not that it matters when rules and morality and ethics were thrown out the window a long time ago. Sometimes the only way is to get on the enemy’s level and play by their rules. Nahla understood that, and so did Connie, Pai, Sadiki, Haitham, and countless others who joined the fight.

Haitham was a bit harsh about Safiyya by saying that if she can’t deal with conflict, then she should give up her position as guardian of Lunar. I mean, he has some valid criticisms, so I get where he’s coming from. But like Aymn and Ambrosia say, Safiyya also has her strengths, and she is the reason why Lunar’s still holding up strongly. Sure, she has her flaws and missteps - I mean, who doesn’t?

I think for a lot of things in life, you can look back and easily say that this could’ve worked out better. Well, one part of it has to do with hindsight, which makes sense as they say that hindsight is 20/20. Saying that you have done the best you can in a certain situation and that things could’ve been handled a lot better are two ideas that can and should coexist. I’m not saying that you should dwell on past mistakes, but that’s just how life works. Not everything is crystal clear no matter how much insight we have.

And another thing, Safiyya, as guardian of the forest, is pretty much in a political position. This is just my opinion based on what I’ve seen from others, but doing questionable shady stuff is kinda in the job description. I mean, no matter what kind of a person you are, whether you want to make the world a better place or not, a politician - or someone in power - has the capability of doing harm. And I don’t just mean by hurting people, I mean that at some point, they will be seen as an enemy no matter what they do.

Even the best politician/leader/authority figures are flawed in some way, as they are only human. On one hand, they should be held to a higher standard because of the power and responsibility they hold. On the other hand, it’s important to remember that they’re just people too. That means they’re prone to making mistakes and letting their emotions cloud their judgement, just like any other person.

I never really thought about it before, but perfection and idealism can be a curse. Talha mentioned something like that a while back, and Haitham brought it up again. They have a point, because as much as we want things to work out perfectly and for everyone to be happy, it simply isn’t possible. Even under the best circumstances, there’s always someone who’s unhappy, who’s dissatisfied, discontented, whatever the reason.

But that doesn’t mean all our efforts are for naught. I, for one, like to believe that the world is full of kindness. Though, I know from experience that cruel people do exist, and they will take advantage of you because they can. There are those who want to help make the world a better place and there are those who like exerting power over those they consider as easy targets.

Like Talha said, you can’t speak for humanity, but you can speak for your own actions. That’s what it means when they say that kindness is a choice.

Safiyya’s in a rough spot, and I get it. She doesn’t want conflict, she doesn’t want to be an inconvenience, she just wants everyone to get along. Being forced to kill a couple people has scarred her, but it wasn’t like she had any other choice. She wanted peace, and they tried to assassinate her along with Aymn and Nawaar. Had she not acted quickly, the three of them wouldn’t be alive today. And who knows what state the Lunar Forest would be in if it lost its new leader?

We all wish the best for Safiyya, as well as the fate of the Lunar Forest. She’s obviously been under a lot of stress, so that’s also why her judgement is clouded. It’s not that things aren’t going well, it’s the anticipation of the storm that’s approaching. No matter how well prepared you are for the impending doom, there’s no predicting how far the consequences will go, and that’s what’s scary.

All I can say is that if I were in her position, I definitely would be handling it a lot worse. I mean, I don’t think I’m suited to be a leader, nor do I want to deal with that pressure.

Searching for gyroids serves as a good stress reliever for the group. Safiyya, once again, was unable to join us at the camp even though she could really use the break. The others haven’t dropped by the camp in a while, and it’s Haitham and Haniyya’s first time here.

Now that I think about it, there’s probably a handful of Connie’s team who has yet to visit the camp. I can’t say who from the top of my head other than most of them are probably from Adrikha. And with Connie and Pai in Marippe, their team’s gonna get even bigger once they get acquainted over there. They are definitely overdue for a massive retreat just so everyone can introduce themselves to each other.

And speaking of the Adrikha gang, Connie’s arranged for Raniya, Talha, Amina, Amber, and Nabil for a visit/camp event. Basically, Talha and Raniya are doing some project thing and it involves something not too far from here. So Sadiki and Haitham will stick around and leave with them as they don’t have the time. Mio, Luci, and Haniyya said they would like to join in too, but they have other matters to attend to back home.

Luci also told us to say hi to Amber and Amina for him as he finds it a shame that he’ll miss them. He said that he seems to have a bad habit of missing people lately as he intended to see Connie and Pai off, only to be tied down by other pressing matters. Oh well, but hopefully it won’t be long until we hear word about the duo’s latest escapades.

Part of the reason why gyroid events are more fun with bigger groups is because that means we find a lot more stuff. No matter how much or little you find, every little bit counts. Plus, with more hands, it makes crafting stuff go by more quickly. Nothing like collecting and building stuff to build teamwork skills!

It’s too bad that Raniya and Talha won’t be coming until later as they both are well versed with mechanics and robot stuff. Despite coming from completely different fields of study, they have collaborated on various projects together due to their expertise in mechanics.

I never would’ve thought there would be an overlap in linguistics and architecture, but once they explained it to me, it makes sense. Raniya studies ancient languages and ruins and mechanisms while part of Talha’s work involves a basic understanding of ruins and mechanisms. It does sound like a reach, but then again, they’re kinda niche and unique in their fields, which is why they’re labeled as geniuses in their circles.

Another unexpected link between them is Haitham. He also graduated from the same field of study as Raniyya, though in a different field. And like the other two, he’s also regarded as a genius due to being extraordinary and highly intelligent. The others say he’s an interesting character, someone who means well but isn’t really easy to get along with.

I haven’t had a chance to really get to know him last time, so we never really interacted one on one. Talha had quite a bit to say about him, and the opposite seems to be true. I’m starting to get Pai’s confusion as to the nature of their relationship. They bicker and pick on each other a lot, but they also can’t stop talking about each other when separated. They sure make an odd couple.

I have to say, I’m intrigued, and I’m sure Connie has a lot more to say about it. Compared to Talha, Haitham’s not as easy to get to know, so for now, I’ll just be a spectator to their unusual relationship.

Sadiki and Haniyya surprised that Haitham decided to hang out at the camp instead of going back home. According to Sadiki and Talha, Haitham’s not the kind of person who goes out of his way to socialize, the kind of person who’s off in a corner with their nose in a book. Then again, since Nahla became the leader, he kinda has to be in the public, especially since he played a huge role in the events that unfolded there.

Sadiki told us that back then, the two of them barely spoke despite being colleagues. While they never regarded each other as enemies, they didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, though that’s mostly because they didn’t know each other well. Then stuff happened and they realized that they needed to put their differences aside and work together if they want to fix things. And it turns out that they aren’t that different as they believed.

Before, it used to be just Sadiki, Nabil, and Talha hanging out. Now once in a while. Haitham occasionally accepts the invitation. Sadiki wonders if Nahla indirectly had something to do with it, especially since she occasionally invites the heroes, as the public calls them, to her house just to hang out and discuss various matters. So it’s natural for that small group of people to become good friends, which was what happened.

Luci and Mio have been curious about what happened in Adrikha, so they’ve been looking forward to hearing from those who were directly involved. It’s hard to believe so much has happened since Connie and Pai first set foot there. I wonder how they’re doing right now.

In the meantime, we’re just hanging out at the camp enjoying nature and crafting stuff. Everyone’s enjoying themselves, whether they’re collecting gyroids, studying blueprints, or just chilling out.

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*knocking* since it’s written there

lol me reading something about studying as soon as i finished my exams🤡🤡. and it’s a studying for stupid IETLS. it’s not a studying it’s more a (stu)dying. hate everything that starts with sty- and ends with -dying.

so why heeseung getting the same score as before seems so funny to me??? and his excuse “i’d have gotten less without you”🙄. hope these tutoring sessions really helped him and he doesn’t have any problems during his study abroad. jake hoon hi🤭

okay okay okay that little interaction between y/n and the waitress!!! please tell me why do the waiters always want to pick up the dirty dishes right after i eat the last bite? they’re hunters with hawk eyes sometimes. what if i want to sit around dirty dishes a little longer mhm??

and student! jay being late reminded me of sec! rookie jay🥹 despite the fact that he came late he definitely called the impression. what an impression!! y/n was lowkey panicking admiring his handsomeness.girl same. we understand her cause look at him!! he doesn't have to do anything and i drool over him. tmi. a majestic black cat. jay’s never beating the black cat allegations fr.

him wanting a higher score than heeseung it’s just a boy moment. yk like boys comparing their dick sizes or number of hookups. boys🙄

AND WDYM WRTING ESSAY THE WAY JAY DOES IS WRONG????😟😟 i do it the same way??? for whole my life??? bro you should’ve written this fic a long time ago so maybe now my essay writing skills were at an all time high hdhdhd.

why was she surprised when he called the students stupid? if they don't listen to tutor who they paid money to who are they if not dumbasses?🤡 jay speaking facts right there.

y/n can’t stay mad at him for being late? simp behavior! him inviting her over to his house? act of a predator i think. nah forget it!! he just too cute with his nervous rumbling. like a virgin 🤭

EVERYONE PLEASE RISE FOR JAY IN RIMLESS GLASSES.🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️MAN LOOKS WAY TOO GOOD IN THEM. and without them too.

false and not-given questions!!!! bro i hate it with all my heart and soul. always confuse me. jay and me in the same boat. we’re besties😎. just listen i can totally see with my eyes that needed information isn’t written in a question but what if i’m THAT stupid and i just didn’t comprehend it?? this type of questions is like “choose a correct answer: 1) a+a=2a; 2)a+a=a^2; 3)a+a=a”. fuck them.

“If I get the answer right,” he began, “would you show me your boobs?” OKAY I GET IT YOU’RE BOLD BRAVE DARING. “Alright, why not? Nothing to lose here,” NOT OKAY GAHSGSG. she should’ve not fallen for it. i honestly didn’t expect her to say that. i thought she’d react like a responsible tutor with “are you out of your mind? are those questions that hard to answer? i can explain it to you again” and laugh it out. but she’s wild and we love it.

NAUR JAY YOU PUSSY😭😭😭 YOU DARED NOONA TO SHOW YOU BOOBS YET YOU CHICKENED OUT NAUR DON’T BE LIKE THAT. AND NOOO CONSTRUCTION WORKER PLEASE READ THE ROOM. he surely doesn’t have a nunchi (plz get this joke🙏).

“I meant like, I think I could get motivated a lot if there was a reward waiting if I get a question right. Or if I reach a certain score in a mock test, don’t you think?” sure sure let’s see where your little game takes you. sorry it reminded me of dog that waits for the treat after completing the trick🤡

“Well, you’d probably be getting in between something.”…and you brought your hand to your thigh, patting it. STOP THE MADNESS RIGHT THERE. I CANT HANDLE IT.

*clearing my throat* *cough cough* usually 7.5 rounds off to 8 so Jay could receive a blowjob hahah. the makeout🤌🤌🤌 please kissing licking sucking jays birthmark😫😫 that’s all we want. is that too much to ask?

“Seamless,” he commented as he eyed your panties. would be cute if it was polka dots or striped panties🤭.

so jay is that of boyfriend who prioritizes his partners pleasure over his own? huh? and his fingers?? the way they curl??? he plays the guitar doesn’t he?? you have be good with fingers for that no?? once chance jay one chance im begging.

“It’s unfair,” Jay began, “the way you taste as good as you smell.” sir it’s unfair the way you look hot as you sit as you breath as you walk as you exist. you shouldn’t talk about the unfairness in this situation.

“In that case,” you said, pushing his chest slightly so he could move away from you. You tugged down your panties that had stayed on the whole time, and when you took them off your ankles you handed them to Jay. ughhhhhhghgg i just know he was jerking off holding panties with one hand right under his nose. like 🤤🤤

okay where the angst came from???😃😃 “I appreciate what you’ve been doing for me, but I also don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” the audacity. HAGAGAGAGAG BOY YOU FUNNY. made my giggle at night.

“If I get over 7.5—”“I’ll treat you to lunch.” what it's like to get the same thing in return? pleasant right? nice jay. good job. and you tell me he’s the top student in class? bro is stupider than these students who didn’t listen to y/n’s advices in the first part of fic. even though he get 8.5 he still stupid.

“The day of our last meeting when I said I needed to remain focused. I was trying to confess to you.” see!! who confesses like this??? only stupid boys. i get it. jay is just a book smart. what if before y/n noona he only saw human body in med books😱😱 he’s nerd after all.

“When I said if I get more than 7.5, I was going to say I wanted to eat you out.” top5 phrases to ruin the mood.

why he’s teasing her!?!?! why he’s teasing us?!/!/! please just fuck her already with your huge and thick and beautiful (i just know it) dick!!

“Tell me if it’s okay to move,” he whispered ever so gently before kissing your nose. but a point to him waiting till yn adjusts.🥹

Your hand was looking a little lonely, so he took it and intertwined his fingers with yours. fhfghfg “your hand looks heavy. can i hold it for you?”🤓

“So, what are we?” You asked in the most straightforward manner. TOP1 PHRASE TO RUIN THE MOOD.

GIRL I REREAD THE REWARD FOR THE THIRD TIME AND ITS 6 AM I DIDNT GET ANY SLEEP IM OVERWHELMED BYE

I read this review three times already and it's hilarious every time omg not you DRAGGING jay and literally calling him book smart, brave and a pussy in the same sentence, stupid and smart in the same sentence I AM CACKLING

glad you think it's wild because that means I achieved something... this is still by far my favorite one shot i have ever written for jay!