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♫ i can see you x sparks fly | y.jw

as your eternal academic rival, you and jungwon have always been at odds - that is, until he becomes the one person you want to trust your heart with in spite of it all. after all, all’s fair in love and war, no?

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pairing ➭ academic rival jungwon x reader

genre ➭ academic rivals to dubious to lovers, hurt/comfort, academic validation craving, jungwon is reader’s sole comfort

w/c ➭ 5.4k

warnings ➭ slightly suggestive (they’re adults but no nsfw y’all), reader and jungwon both have terrible coping mechanisms for stress, there is a detailed scene where y/n loses her shit in a bathroom, both are academic validation simps, theyre not enemies they just. envy each other and sometimes wanna kiss kiss fall in love, y/n has an inferiority complex and has a tendency to think jungwon’s better than her, she hates herself as much as i hate myself

a/n ➭ to my acad validation peeps…look no further! jungwon and y/n…their ways of coping with themselves are mine. i just split myself in two for them, don’t come for my lonely ass lmao. for more context, look at the bottom a/n!

“done?”

the sun’s beginning to set, its dimming rays beaming through the glass windows of the library. a quick glance at your watch tells you it’s 6.30pm, and that you’ve been studying for the whole day. talk about a productive saturday.

you remove your headphones, glancing over your shoulder. you were planning on staying till the librarian shoos you out. jungwon seems to have other plans, though.

yang jungwon, your rival in just about everything since you were kids. tied with you in every single subject, even PE. he’s everything you are and more – good-looking, funny, and a genius, to top it all off, and he never lets you forget it, what with all the achievements he’s gotten over you. it’s not that he doesn’t work hard and you’re jealous of some natural academic gift he’s got, it’s the fact that you study just as hard as he does, do as much as he does, and yet people will always see him before you. and now, even when you’re at university, he’s still fighting with you for the top spot, for every position available. your circle of friends have remained the same, so like it or not, you’re stuck together.

you begin to stuff your notes into your backpack. “well, i might as well follow you back to the dorms. yunjin’s been lecturing me to stop walking back alone.” gathering your things, you leave, waving to the librarian as you attempt to put some distance between you and jungwon.

very quickly, jungwon moves beside you so his shoulder is almost pressed up against yours. “you sure took your time. if i hadn’t come to find you, the last bus across campus would’ve come and gone by the time you finished.”

“oh, don’t exaggerate. why’d you come here in the first place, when all you do is complain?”

you want to say you hate the boyish grin that breaks out across his face, but that would be a lie, and you’ve done way too much lying today to yourself. “what else? i came here for you.”

“ugh, you-!”

“you ears are red, haha.”

your bus pulls into the stop, and in a thoughtless attempt at revenge, you grab his arm and yank him up the steps so he’s even closer to you than before. you don’t miss the way his skin flushes hot. “now yours are too.” leading him to a seat in the back, you pinch his side. he returns your…affection with a jab in the cheek.

it’s a game of cat and mouse with jungwon, although neither of you can say for sure who’s chasing and who’s ducking away. whatever this is, it’s safer.

at least you’re not actually fighting anymore.

here’s the thing: yang jungwon has this journal. every time he’s upset or on the verge of a mental breakdown, he trauma dumps into that journal. it’s the only way he doesn’t cave from the stress, and you and your friends learned very quickly that if that notebook was out, everyone had to leave him alone for at least ten minutes, then he’d be himself again. one day, you’d been studying together when a draft blew the pages of his journal open, straight to the page where he’d written something that was definitely not for your eyes — or anyone’s for that matter.

“i hate her, so so much i wish she was dead. maybe in a different lifetime, i’ll be better than her, have her beat for once.” you didn’t even need to finish reading what he wrote before you were clawing at his throat, because who else could it be but you?

and it hurt to read it, because what could it mean than yang jungwon was jealous of you? what could it mean that the one person you simultaneously hated and envied, hated you back for all the same reasons? it wasn’t fair that you couldn’t even hate him peacefully.

it only got worse from there, because all it took was a couple minutes of yelling at each other before that ass of a human being decided it was a good idea to tell you it was “three years ago”, and that it shouldn’t matter as much as it did, as if that was supposed to help. and you’d screamed at him, screamed and cried and shoved him and-

his lips were against yours.

you would’ve pushed him off, but as soon as it came it went, and he’d pulled away faster than you could think. “i don’t hate you,” he’d managed to make out, his voice shaky as he tried and failed to recollect his thoughts. “i just…i can’t hate you. not anymore.”

hell, maybe it was the attention, or some sort of sick stress outlet. you wish it were the latter, because then that would’ve been a hell lot easier. either way, you haven’t spoken about it since then, reason being you’re totally out of your comfort zone when it comes to this guy. plus, he’d taken your first kiss, although he didn’t have to know that. having put your all into your academic life, you haven’t really thought about dating anyone at all. sure, there were a few people whom you’d thought were fairly attractive, but you had never cared to do anything more than that (much less with yang freaking jungwon). your ultimate goal has always been to have jungwon beat. you sort of achieved that, you suppose. the boy’s now a mess when it comes to you.

since then, you’ve been using each other as stress relief. stupid, really, but with that annoyingly good kiss still hanging between the two of you, you could only keep coming back for more, waiting for lulls in your timetables to meet up. one thing would lead to another, and…well.

“finished your revision yet?” you probe. if he says no, you’ll just drag him off to finish it. but he’s jungwon. if he says he’s gonna do something, he does it. although it’s sort of disappointing if he just parts ways with you, even after he came all this way to find you so far away from the dorms.

jungwon sighs. “what do you take me for? of course i did, or you’d get mad at me. and i know you’re free for the rest of the day too.” he rummages through his backpack, before handing you a cap and mask. “put these on, i need a big brute to help me buy and carry groceries back to my dorm.”

“and who better than me, huh?”

jungwon grins, waving a matching set in your face. “you’re the multifaceted necessity in my life. my swiss knife, if you please.”

you end up at a mall just a few kilometres away from campus. apparently, he needs laundry pods, vegetables and some sort of microfibre cloth that “can only be blue, mind you.” according to him, if a hand towel doesn’t match his dorm’s colour scheme, the whole world falls apart.

(for the record, his dorm room does look nice. but no one has to know that you know.)

pushing a shopping cart along the aisles, a bag of spinach catches your eye. “how’s this for vegetables?”

he shakes his head. “lettuce is better for hotpot.”

“since when did you plan on having hotpot?”

“it’s our dinner, y/n.”

“…”

he sighs. “i’m paying for the groceries.”

“well in that case…” you move to grab a few packets of meat from the fridge. “you won’t mind if i add these, will you?”

you don’t miss his odd gaze on you as he pushes the cart towards the checkout counter. “not at all.”

so much for the grocery shopping.

dinner is long forgotten as you find yourself pinned up against the walls of jungwon’s dorm, his grip on your waist oddly comforting. your fingers are tangled in his dark locks, pulling him in deeper, but it’s not enough. it’s never enough.

it feels so, so wrong, to be rendezvousing with him, and maybe he knows it too, because when he finally pulls away, there’s a guilty look on his face. “strike two…?” he grins sheepishly. he’s a little out of breath, and you hate to admit it, but it’s kind of hot. (actually, it’s the fifth time this week, but who’s counting? definitely not you.)

how? you’d maintained the status quo for more than a decade. hell, you two are supposed to loathe each other. knowing yang jungwon has some sort of feelings for you must be messing with your brain.

jungwon’s lips latch onto your earlobe, fingers trailing down your nape. it’s crazy, the way every brush of his lips sends your head reeling. over his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of his roommate’s neatly folded quilt, and a thought pops into your mind. “when’s sunoo getting back?”

“he just left for a party, he won’t be back for a bit,” jungwon murmurs. sunoo happens to be part of a circle of close friends consisting of yunjin, sunoo and ni-ki (and jungwon, although you could never admit he’s a friend). you’re a close-knit group, withholding no secrets with each other. more often than not, they’ve been caught up in your fights with jungwon, although those haven’t happened in a while, for obvious reasons.

you hum against his lips, fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks into his skin as you try to steady your breathing. “think the water’s boiled by now, get off.” it’s a half-hearted order, and you’re pretty sure jungwon sees through your bullshit. what was it, something about glass houses?

“don’t wanna.”

“jungwon come on-” the sound of a lock in a key slices through the air, jolting you and jungwon apart. panic flares in your chest, and you scramble to shove jungwon far away from you. “hurry up, hurry up.”

sunoo’s voice drifts past the door. “must’ve left it in here somewhere, don’t know how i could’ve forgotten my id of all things.” the door opens to reveal a sheepish-looking sunoo, flanked by your friends yunjin and riki, who don’t look very pleased. their expressions, however, change the moment they spot you in the corner. “y/n?! what are you doing here?”

one look at the tiny hotpot contraption on the table, paired with the small portions of food is all they need to put two and two together. yunjin frowns, marching past sunoo. “ohh no, you two in the same room alone is a big no from me. by the time we get back, the whole place is gonna look like hell, with all the screaming and fire.” her disapproving glance at you makes you want to shrivel up and die on the spot.

“we’ll be studying, don’t worry. we never fight when we’re studying,” jungwon shrugs, shooting a discreet glance in your direction, practically screaming help me.

“yeah see the thing is, you shouldn’t even be fighting-”

“yunjin, don’t.” sunoo takes her by the shoulder, dragging her back out the door. “keep our dorm in one piece, please. we’re off!” while yunjin still believes in peace between the two of you, sunoo’s learnt long ago that interfering with your rivalry only makes things worse. not that you don’t feel a little bad about it.

the door slams shut, leaving you and jungwon alone in the room. it’s an uncomfortable silence, the awkwardness of the interruption still lingering.

“y/n, i-”

you hold out your hand. “give me a moment, gosh.” burying your face in your hands, you groan. “that was probably the worst thing ever. we lied in their faces, they’re gonna kill us if they ever find out.”

you suppose it’s your despair that elicits a sound awfully like a snicker from him. some things never change. “did you see the looks on their faces? they’ll never see it coming.” you finally raise your head, watching as jungwon smirks at you with a conspiratorial glint in his eyes. paired with that loose-fitting hoodie of his, and the sweatpants (grey, no less), you’re simultaneously insanely smitten and utterly appalled by said attraction. why’d he have to be so good-looking? he wasn’t this handsome when you were growing up. yang jungwon is going to be the death of you.

it really does take all your efforts not to just shove him onto the couch and claim his lips for yourself again. and then you nearly faint from the prospect of having that thought at all. hastily, you shove a wad of meat into the boiling pot on the table. “we-we should start eating. don’t want the food to turn bad.”

he shrugs, pulling up a chair opposite you. “don’t mind if i do.”

and if you pop open a couple beers afterward, no one has to know.

shit. shit.

days later, you’re at a study cafe with all your friends. you’ve spent the past hour on this topic, and it’s taking everything inside of you not to smash your laptop in half and bash your head into the debris. what the hell is this? you’re not supposed to be bad at this. a glance at jungwon tells you he’s not having nearly as much trouble as you are, and that’s your breaking point.

panic rises in your throat, your lungs, as your vision blurs. words on the screen start to blend, and you think to yourself, you’re a failure again. worthless no matter how hard you try, breaking apart even while trying to hold yourself together. you can feel every tear leave a searing path down your cheeks, nails clawing for skin to carve red lines into. your eyes burn with the buildup of tears, a telltale sign you’re about to lose your shit. in front of jungwon, no less. just great.

you stand up abruptly, the legs of your chair screeching as they drag across the floor. “bathroom,” you manage to make out, as you dash across the cafe full of people, praying no pne notices. you fling the bathroom door open, turning on the tap at full blast. you don’t realise it, but your fingers are gripping the edges of the sink with an intensity you didn’t think was possible.

your eyes flutter shut as you try to calm down, focusing on the flow of the water. it’s not working, but the white noise is more soothing than anything right now. that is, until you hear a clicking sound, followed by arms wrapping around you from behind. judging by the shallow breaths, and the mellow scent of baby lotion, it’s exactly who you think it is.

in your rush, you forgot to lock the door. wonderful.

you lean away from jungwon’s embrace, trying to untangle yourself from him, but he stubbornly holds you tighter. “go back, i’m fine.” you don’t even believe yourself, from the way your voice trembles in between gasps.

he hums, and with your back against his chest you can feel the little vibrations as his speaks. “you don’t say.” he doesn’t continue, and in the silence, your mind stays on the warmth of his body against yours. slowly, you let yourself relax into him. it’s funny, how he can be the problem and the cure at the same time.

you can feel yourself melting in his arms, your breathing evening out with every second that passes. your heartbeat’s finally slowed to a calmer thrumming, no longer pounding in your ears. suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of his soft sweater against your cheek, and the way a thin piece of fabric is the only thing between your skin and his.

“how do you do it?”

jungwon frowns. “do what?”

“hold up the world and make everything seem fine, when you know it’s not.”

he falls silent, resting his head in the crook of your neck (it’s becoming a habit of his). “well…it’s easy when it’s for someone else.”

“that so?” you muse, peering back up at him. “even for me?”

the way he averts your gaze is insanely cute. “don’t push it.”

but you know he hasn’t lied to you. since you were kids, jungwon’s never been the kind to wear his heart on his sleeve. he holds everything together, holds everyone together. even now, he’s keeping you from falling apart. but what about him? who’s watching him to keep him from losing it all? you know for sure he’s had his fair share of breakdowns, but your stomach churns at the thought that you’ve never witnessed it. not once. being yang jungwon is lonelier than it seems.

once you’re sufficiently calmed down, you untangle yourself from his embrace. “i’ll, um, head back first. you should wait a few minutes before you go back.”

“right.” glancing down at his feet, jungwon nods. “just…you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

you turn to leave, but a question burns all the way down your throat.

why? would you take it from my hands and bear it with me?

(and what if you wanted to bear his burdens too?)

true enough, your performance on the latest assignment was more than decent — the highest score in your class, in fact. and as always, jungwon’s not far off. your hard work did pay off. funnily enough, you don’t go to rub it in his face like you always used to do.

it seems you’ve changed.

these days, jungwon seems to linger in your head a lot more. and it’s not just the intimate gestures that stay, but the feeling of his arms around you just won’t disappear. every time you’re about to panic, the mere memory of his gentle touch only serves to ground you back to reality. he’s not even physically here, but you don’t need him to be there for him to be your lifeline. how did things even turn out like this? your greatest rival, also your greatest source of comfort.

today, your friends have made plans to head to an amusement park (read: disneyland. because yunjin’s a disney adult in the best sense of the word). you, jungwon, sunoo, yunjin and riki, along with his girlfriend. the dynamic’s great, really, with everyone carrying the mood well so nothing ever feels boring. you’re able to grab a few rides with them, and eventually the group splits for different attractions, and it’s just you, riki and jungwon, waiting for the others to get back from some quirky river ride. you three didn’t bring spare clothes, so you’ll have to sit this one out. parked under a shady tree, you don’t feel the heat nearly as much, but sweat’s starting to make your shirts cling to your backs.

thirty minutes pass, and there’s still no sign of them. riki’s phone pings. “oh, the ride’s delayed. they’re gonna queue for another forty minutes.”

“forty?”

riki shrugs. “it’s a popular ride.”

you rise to your feet. “okay, i’ll go get us some water. you guys stay put.”

fortunately for you, the shop’s got plenty of water bottles, although the marked-up prices do make your wallet cry a little. what you aren’t prepared for, however, is walking back and spotting riki and jungwon huddled under the tree, deep in conversation. quickly, you press your back up to the other side of the tree trunk, hiding in plain sight.

“…you want relationship advice from me?”

jungwon hums. “well, i can’t very well ask sunoo, not when he’s only just stopped partying away to handle his own breakup.”

“true. we need to find him some better coping mechanisms. though i think he’s back in contact with her on instagram. i swear i saw a notification on his phone the other day with her user and all. that webinar he’s going for next tuesday? think it’s her.”

“oh.” you can hear the wince in jungwon’s voice. “that’s a little…”

riki glares at him. “don't change the subject. shoot.”

he sighs, his lips twisting in concentration. it’s a habit he’s had for a long time, one that you’ve come to notice. “so there’s this girl.”

“uh-huh.”

“i can’t stop thinking about her.”

“uh-huh.”

“but i know she hates me-”

“shit, you like y/n?!” riki yells, slapping jungwon on the back before he can even finish. “of all the billions of people on the planet?”

“how’d you guess?”

“she’s the only one who hates you, buddy. no prizes for guessing who.”

jungwon groans, burying his face in his hands. “i don’t know anymore. she just can’t get out of my head. don’t tell the others, i’m begging you. i’ll never live it down.”

“okay…” riki trails off, and you can imagine how confused he is. “why her though? and why now?”

jungwon’s practically fumbling for an answer, running his hands through his hair (another nervous tic of his). “it’s just…i guess i get her, and she gets me? we understand each other’s problems really well. it’s like looking into a mirror.”

you nearly choke at his words. he gets you, that much is clear. but for him to feel like you know him inside out, that’s a completely different thing altogether. it’s always been a struggle for you to read people. coupled with the fact that jungwon’s the most emotionally intelligent and regulated guy you know, you’ve been worried you’re not giving him enough.

besides, he’s so much more than you’ll ever be. you, the mentally unstable top student, and jungwon, the other contender for your spot, but with something more: people skills. everyone likes him, everyone wants to be him. the battle’s lost before you can even fight it. he’s a good person, and you’re…nothing like that. people trust him, including you.

so why would he dare to leave his heart in your hands like that?

it’s not fair. he knows exactly what to do, and you know nothing. he’s dated other girls before, not many but enough to be more experienced than you. how would you know anything, other than to clumsily take his affection with a heap of salt? you’ve failed him.

oddly enough, riki seems to understand. “i think i catch your wind, but you’ll have to elaborate. what’s the dynamic with her right now?”

“i, uh.” jungwon flounders, his cheeks turning pink, no doubt at the memory of everything you’ve done with him. “th-that’s not…well.” he laughs nervously. “how much can i say before it’s too much info?”

as you watch him with his toothy grin, with those eyes that crinkle in the corners, you know one thing - you absolutely adore him. it’s sudden, but how could you not? he’s everything. much as you hated him, it takes little of your pride to admit he’s been your lifeline for a while now. but you wonder, why would he pick you? for the sole reason that you know him well? that isn’t enough, is it? you may have never understood romance, but you’re guessing this isn’t the usual kind of reason people fall for other people.

besides, there’s nothing special about you.

you end up waiting for the conversation to drift to small talk before joining them back. as always, jungwon’s quick to revert to his usual, teasing self. and despite it all, you find your gaze to be on him the whole time.

it’s dark out when you guys finally make your way back to the dorms. with the others off buying water and snacks for a late-night hangout, you’re left alone with jungwon to head back. he’d conjured up some lie about you leaving some study material in his dorm and needing to grab it before going back to your own, and they seemed to buy it. so here you are, walking along a concrete pavement with the boy you can’t seem to understand, with rain practically beating down your backs. the weather really hates you.

with your path being lit only by the orange glow of the overhead street lamps, and the air filled with nothing but the sound of pouring rain, there’s nothing much you can say. nothing really feels right to say right now, because how do you even begin to address anything in the past month?

jungwon’s grip on the umbrella is tight. you swear it’s leaning slightly towards you. in his other hand is a plastic bag of merch you got from the amusement park, full of junk like headbands and shirts.

wordlessly, you sneak your pinky into the palm of his hand, hooking your fingers together. there’s an odd sort of intimacy in the little gesture - a silent reassurance that concedes a lot more than you’re usually willing to. to your relief, jungwon doesn’t mention anything about it.

suddenly, his footsteps slow to a halt. he whips out a pair of sparklers from the bag you’d gotten from the amusement park, slipping one into your hands. “quickly, before they come back.” as he fumbles with the lighter, a familiar endearing look of concentration on his face makes you giggle a little. the lighter clicks a few times, and the sparklers come to life.

despite the pouring rain, the sparks of violet flash brightly, illuminating your view of each other. with his face glowing a pretty shade of purple, you can see the ridges in his face, from the dimples in his cheeks to the curve of his mouth. “and why exactly are we lighting fires in a downpour?”

“oh shut up, i’m trying to have a moment with you here.” the retort comes easily, a little too easy, seeing as he slaps his hand over his mouth almost immediately. “you heard nothing.”

“mhm.”

and then he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walk, the faint crackling filling the silence as you continue on. you can sense jungwon’s gaze on you, so you pinch his arm. “something on your mind?”

he exhales softly, patting your shoulder. “if i say it’s you?”

“then you’re a cheesy bastard. what’s really going on?”

he laughs, but you know there’s something lying under the surface. there always is. (huh, maybe you do know him better.)

“it’s nothing, really. just thinking about…us, i guess.” he pauses. “well, mostly you, if i’m being honest. i don’t really know where to start.”

you shift closer to him under the umbrella, till your cheek is pressed against his arm. “i think i do. your journal?”

“ah.” he grimaces, his laughter a little less nervous. “that much i’m sure you’ve already guessed. i don’t think i ever hated you, y/n. not really. i guess i just got scared that there was someone who saw through me so well.”

“and…are you still scared?”

he shakes head firmly. “no. it’s a good thing, because, well. you feel safe. like a place i can go to and let my guard down. i imagine doing things with you i’d never do with anyone else.”

“not naughty things, i hope,” you joke, but the brilliant red that blooms so bright across his face you can see in the dark is extremely telling. “yang jungwon! get your mind out of the gutter!”

feigning a cough, he looks away, fighting for whatever dignity he’s got left. “my point is, i can’t go on as your rival. i…i need you.” he swallows, and in his eyes there’s a vulnerability you know is saved only for you. “i don’t know why, but knowing you’re the only one who understands me is all i’ll ever need. selfish as it is, i want to keep you here forever, so i don’t have to feel alone again.” he says it all with a conviction that’s so strong it almost scares you. he’s putting all his trust into you. does he not think it’s terrifying, to leave all his sorrows with a person like you?

“are you confessing to me?” you whisper breathlessly. you seriously hope he can hear you over the crashing rainfall. “because i’m not sure if i’m-”

“yes. i’m confessing to you, like right now.”

oh. oh.

but there’s an ache in your chest that swells as you try to meet his glassy eyes. “but if you know me so well, you’ll know that i’m not all that. i’m an emotional wreck who can’t live without her ego, and i’m just…me.” and you’re so much more, more than i’ll ever be.

at this, he stops dead in his tracks, not giving a damn about the fact that the rain’s only getting heavier. “i-okay. what do you think of when you think of me?”

“how is this relevant?”

“just answer the question.”

you lick your dry lips, scouring your brain for a reply that can tell him exactly what you want him to know. “it’s like you can see who i am, like you know exactly what to do to make everything okay again. we’ve been under the same pressure to be good our whole lives, and when you try to make me feel better i can tell you mean it. and it works, and i honestly don’t know how i could possibly live without it, now that i know what it feels like to be loved by you.” if you’d told your younger self that years into the future, you’d get to bare your soul to your greatest rival, she’d probably laugh in your face. but here you are, and it’s comforting to know that he’d never judge you for it.

finally, yang jungwon grins that radiant grin of his, the tip of his sparkler meeting yours. “isn’t that reason enough, then, to keep me here? let’s be selfish for once, you goody-two-shoes.” the soft gaze he has on you has your already-weak resolve crumbling away, and it’s as though a hole’s been filled in your heart. one you didn’t even know existed.

“we’ve been too good our whole lives, haven’t we?”

“all the more a reason to be a little more reckless.”

but you let the sparkler fall to the puddle-strewn pavement as you cup his face in your palms, pressing your forehead to his. “for you? any leap of faith would be worth it.”

and you kiss him, with the force of every unsaid word, every apology and confession of the past eighteen years. as much as you’ve done this before with him, every other time he’s kissed you pales in comparison, because for once you see why you wanted him so badly. why you wanted him to have a piece of your soul. maybe, just maybe, pieces of you are already a part of him, and him of you. fragments of each of your shared pasts had embedded themselves in your hearts long before you’d learnt that the sting was one of longing, and not jealousy alone.

his grip on the umbrella loosens, his palm wraps around your nape, a thumb caressing your jaw in a movement both reverent and yearning. with the umbrella now blown far, far away, you’re completely drenched, but you can’t even bring yourself to care anymore. as his other hand moves to hold your waist, you’re surprised at how naturally it comes. you tug him closer, and it’s both everything you’ve ever wanted, but at the same time never enough. breathing in the lingering scent of his lotion, you decide that this, this is home.

“...what we had was special, you know, and i can’t just let - am i seeing things? oh shit, you guys have to see this, oh my-” sunoo’s voice rings out in the night, and this time you just giggle against jungwon’s lips, not bothering to even look at your rightfully flabbergasted friends. this time, you want them to know.

riki sneers in disgust as he flings your stray umbrella towards you both. “i’d congratulate you, but i’ll be too busy puking in that corner right over there.”

“as if you and your girlfriend aren’t worse,” jungwon teases, catching the umbrella with one hand, the other still on your hip. gosh, that was attractive.

oh gosh, this guy’s your boyfriend. yang jungwon is your boyfriend.

by now, your friends have caught up with you, and you’ve got a feeling they’re about to circle you like starving vultures for a good story. but you can’t even bring yourself to mind as jungwon takes your hand into his, interlacing your fingers as he reopens the umbrella. “ready to go?”

anytime, if it’s with him.

a/n ➭ so yall…the promised context. this started off as a secret romance thing where ynwon were more touchy feely (in fact this is the fic that started the whole series lmao). but along the way i decided to use this fic as my projection + built-in jungwon character analysis. tbh the final result of this fic is…very different from what i had in mind at the start, but i’m okay with how it turned out in the end! as always, thanks for reading till the end! if u have the time do reblog/comment so ik what i can improve on haha have a good week! ALSO DID YALL SPOT THE SUNOO X YN CRUMBS

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copias-girl · 1 year

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The Papas vs Technology Headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! @ivyanddaisies

Prompt here

Primo

Ok Peepaw has no use for social media or technology. He’s still marvelling at his vintage tube tv, because he’s old and he was around before the tv <3 And he’d literally rather send a raven with a message rather than text. You pushed him to give it a shot, and being the sweet elder goth that he is, he gave it the good old college try just for you. Alas, he grew frustrated easily. He kept having to whip out the reading glasses to read what was on the screen, and he couldn’t tell if that vibrating in his pocket was the iPhone or if he was having a seizure. Not to mention, he accidentally activated Siri on several occasions and he thought the spirit of a demon was speaking to him and apparently telling him the weather forecast. The only thing he really found a use for was the gardening stuff on Pinterest, but he has plenty of books in the library for that anyway. And as for nudes? He has a Polaroid camera for that. Our sweet old man much prefers the feeling of answering calls on his candlestick phone, and he’ll gladly leave the selfie-taking to you ♥︎

Secondo

Alright, Mr. Worldwide tries to be hip and cool, so he definitely owns the latest iPhone. However, he’s had to replace it several times because when he gets frustrated, that thing goes flying across the room. He tried to use the voice dictation one time and his entire text came out hilariously wrong so he threw his phone out of one of the ministry windows. He texts with one finger like an old man, never uses emojis (he calls them hieroglyphics), and he keeps telling you that he wants to “duck your brains out”. He genuinely tries to take selfies, and that can be hit or miss. Sometimes it’s a typical old man selfie where you can see all the way up his nose, but he did execute this fantastic shirtless selfie one time,,, Bone Daddy starts an Instagram where he makes a few adorably lame posts trying to be edgy and dark. But he mainly uses that to post selfies (ones you’ve taken of the both of you) to show you off. He loves when you send him dirty pictures and he’s also found that FaceTime is perfect for some,,, fun activities 👀

Terzo

Oh my god, the biggest social media whore. He’s only two months younger than Secondo, but he’s somehow overcome his oldness and mastered the art of the iPhone. He has an Instagram, where he posts pictures of the two of you on dates or in bed together covered in rose petals and lip prints. Dude even has Snapchat, where he updates his story with some chaotic videos every now and then. He can text with his thumbs, but he does make some really hilarious typos which are exceptionally frustrating when he’s trying to sext with you (this man demands nudes from you constantly). He actually knows what most emojis mean- he will literally text you the eggplant emoji next to everything 🍆- and only has to ask for your help to decipher some of them. He rubs it in his brothers’ faces as much as he can, calling them old men because they don’t know how to use tech as well as he does. And Secondo finds his use of emojis really irritating because he has no idea what the fuck ‘🤪😝🙃🫠🥴🙄🥸💀’ means

Copia

Oh, Copia. Sweet pitiful Copia. He tries, he really does, but this man has no idea how to use emojis. He types with one finger, makes plenty of typos, and always uses the rat emoji for no apparent reason. Also, he disperses emojis into sentences so his texts always read like this:

Ciao 👋🏻🐀 bella 😚 I am going 🔜 to feed 🧀 my rats 🐀 want to come 😀 with me?🤝🏻

He’s such a dork and you never ever correct him because it’s just too charming. His selfies are often painfully awkward, because he thinks that just staring dead-eyed into the camera and snapping the picture constitutes as a selfie. And he’ll post those on Insta too, sometimes with captions that he got off Pinterest. Or sometimes the captions will be about rats for literally no reason. However, he does make awfully sweet posts about you that have your heart melting when you read them. This sweet man LOVES when you send him naughty pictures and rile him up via text. It gives him a thrill and makes him feel so special. Copia also surprisingly uses Pinterest occasionally, because he finds it relaxing. He’s such a gentle soul, and he enjoys saving things about pet rats, aesthetic things that he’d like to show you later, or even some recipes that the two of you could cook together. However, he doesn’t use Pinterest correctly. He doesn’t pin things, he just screenshots them (because you taught him how to take a screenshot). So even though he isn’t the most religious social media user or the best at working technology, he tries and has a good time ♥︎

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ryuuzn · 1 year

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Highschool/College Scenarios with 5wirl + Scara⛄️

Some fluff scenarios with 5wirl + scara, some are a bit short and scaras is a but long so sorry.

TW! slight nsfw with scaras

>Highschool/college partner!heizou - he would always pick you up once class is over, he would bring you to the cafe that is connected to the library and let you order stuff. While studying for your finals, most of the time he would tease you and you would get distracted by his flirty pick up lines. He would kiss your cheek from time to time while you both study. He rarely studies even while being with you but always ends up with better scores than you. You can’t think of how he is able to score more than you even though he barely studies….(he’s just cheating LMAO /j he’s just really smart he doesnt need to study)

Highschool/college partner!xiao - similar to heizou, he doesnt study because he knows he’s too smart for it. He would be your personal tutor to help you on your tests and exams. Everytime you aren’t getting tutored by him for the test this week, you would get a low score. During your tutoring time with him, if you manage to get a question correct he would kiss your cheek and if you pass on your test/exam then he promised to take you out or buy you something to eat. You’ve never felt so appreciated then ever

Highschool partner!aether - you and him both fail tests/exams because you both are dumb as hell. Even if you two study together, you and him would end up with low or average grades. One time aether would able to get a high grade which made the teacher suspicious of him and later on found out that he was cheating on the test. You on the other hand study the hardest than anyone else but still get bad grades (hehe relateable). Will both you and aether ever graduate highschool?

Highschool/college partner!kazuha - Kazuha is smart in general and he’s very helpful. He would help many students on their studies and they always pass with flying colours. Yet he rarely wants to help anyone else because he wants to spend time helping his baby. You two would either be at the school library or at a cafe that is connected to a library to study for finals. If you get caught off guard by one second he would kiss your cheek so that you can get back to focus. Though he doesn’t know that him kissing your cheek just makes you more riled up, meaning that you arent able to concentrate at all.

College partner!venti - Similar to aether, he’s dumb as a duck. He would always asm you for the answers on the test because he “doesnt” have time to study. You always say no because majority of the time he is spending is going out to play games or drink with his friends yet he continues to ask you for help. He then says he’ll get you anything if you agree to help him and your eyes sparkled. Say goodbye to his wallet.

College partner!scara - you and scara are studying together at a nearby library cafe. You both have headphones on listening to calm music as you both study for finals. As he was studying, he noticed that you kept looking towards him. He then looked at your paper and noticed that you’ve been copying his answers the whole time. He grabs your headphones and says “Hey! why are you copying my answers.” you snark, “what? im just copying your answers because im too lazy to do this. its soooo boooorrrring” you say then he switched seats and sat next to you. You were a little confused but didn’t mind becauss it felt warmer after he got closer. You turn to look at him and he suddenly kisses you deeply, you pushed away and locked eye contact. “Do your work or i’ll punish you” he says. “and what if i want punishment hm?” you said as you smirked. His face grew more red and faced away from you fuck why is this bitch tempting me he thinks. You poke him on the cheek and he turns around “oh yea? if you want punishment so badly, might aswell do it here” he says as ge went below the table. Your eyes widened and kicked him “Not here dummy! lets just get in the car” you said. You’re in for a long night tonight.

#heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #aether x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin fluff #slight smut

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boysbellyrubs · 1 year

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Hello!! I don’t know if this is too specific, but I would love for you to write something like it!! (Only if you want to tho ofc!!) Btw, I know their is no sickness in the ask, but you could put in an upset tummy from A.

A comes home after an incredibly rough day and is almost on the verge of tears. All they want is a hug and cuddles from their partner B. But B doesn’t pick up on their partners trouble and makes a snide remark or snaps at them mindlessly. They don’t realize anythings wrong until A bursts into tears . . . End in fluff pls!!(I think this would be so cute for Alistar and Nikau!! - sorry if I spelled it wrong) Thank you if you decide to do it!! ❤️❤️

here is the fic I promised before :D, it's quite long almost 3000 words. the ending is mid, i hope i have met both of your expectations with your asks. thank you very much for both of them hehe.

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Alistair, being Alistair, had made his day ten times worse than it already was. He had already anticipated a bad day, and his manifestation seemed to actually come true, just to spite him. His mood was down the drain, his outfit was shit, his classes were boring and everything about him felt awful. His stomach was terribly upset, he didn’t know if he was hungry or the stupid thing was getting sick, so as a result he was starving and bloated, belly pushing into his pants. Thankfully, his last class was wrapping up, an hour long tutorial that he didn’t contribute anything too; rather he sat in the corner leaning against the wall. He was sure he didn’t pick up anything the tutor was saying, let alone take any notes.

However, moving along he packed up his stuff with the sluggishness of a sloth, and dragged his feet out of the classroom. The person in front of him dropped the door on his face too, just his fucking luck. He scowled at their stupid haircut and started walking towards the bus stop. Oh, that was another thing, Nikau had needed the car today so he had to walk to University and now he was destined to go on a packed bus with a bunch of business men and crying babies. Joy.

The walk to the stop, Alistair reflected on how much of an awful day he had. It was downright laughable, he could’ve been on a sitcom with the amount of things that went wrong. His laptop was low on battery, the library was packed full of people, and he had only one hour breaks between all of his classes and lectures. And he was already pissed before his stomach even started to riot. So, on top of everything, his stomach gurgling away at him all day was like an incessant fly that wouldn’t stop flying around his ears.

As he walked, he found himself unconsciously holding his belly. He didn’t care what he looked like, other people be damned, all he wanted was to feel better. The walk seemed to take forever, the smell of tarmac, the sight of construction, the noise of city life, Alistair felt like his brain was melting. He zeroed in on the bus stop sign, willing himself to move faster.

It was empty. The lone bench was blissfully quiet as he heavily threw himself down on it. He shucked his bag off, sitting it against him, and threw his head back. His hair was sticking to the nape of his neck, gross, and his legs felt like jelly. Hot electricity coursed through his hands and arms, raising goosebumps and sending warning signals to his brain. He was sick. So sick yet so far from home. The bus was coming in ten minutes, the ten most agonising minutes of Alistair’s life. He wrapped both arms around his middle, holding it in place as it grumbled away incessantly.

His thoughts began to wander then. To his assignments, his boyfriend, the birds singing their annoying songs, how sick he felt. It was all coming together in Alistair’s mind, and in all honesty he wanted it to stop. His own brain almost made him break down at that bus stop. He ducked his head and sucked in harshly between his teeth, forcing the tears back into his tear ducts. Sickness floored him every time, broke down every emotional defence he had up, like a crack in a dam that grew and grew until a huge wave finally broke through. The pain in his belly, the overstimulating noise, the knowledge that every assignment would have to be pushed back for him to recover, was too much existentialism for the bus stop.

He gathered himself. Alistair turned to stare at where the bus would appear. He sat back on the bench, needing to feel the solid wood behind him. The gurgling hit a sharp note, his measly breakfast rumbling through the pit of his stomach. The organ twisted on bits of bread, trying to digest something that wouldn’t move past his stomach. He rubbed a hand over the tight spot.

Focusing on his own body, he didn’t notice the bus finally arriving. It pulled into the stop and Alistair had to force himself up, feeling his back slouch and his knees wobble, he stepped up onto the bus and sat on the closest free seat. He stared out the window, pulling a deep breath into his lungs. He closed his eyes, hoping the bus ride was the smoothest of his life.

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Alistair trudged through the front door, groaning loudly to announce his presence. He pretty much threw his bag onto the ground, slamming the front door with his foot. The bus messed up his stomach even more, the churning getting worse and morphing into a nauseating mess inside him. He wrapped his left arm around his bloated belly, hunching over and went searching for Nikau.

The house was quiet, the only sound were Alistair’s heavy footfalls. God, he hated being sick. He groaned again when his stomach bubbled, the bug getting angrier by the second the longer he ignored it.

He got tired of searching, “Nikau! Are you here babe?”

There was a muffled reply that came from the bedroom. Alistair smiled to himself, excited to see his boyfriend after the day he’s had. His legs were heavy as he climbed up the stairs; the landing felt like it kept stretching further away from him like an oasis in a desert. His head pounded as he ascended making him shut his eyes as he finally made it to the second floor. Alistair pretty much threw his hand on the knob, knocking it down as he pushed his way inside the bedroom.

Nikau was on the bed, headphones in and laptop resting on his lap. He immediately brought a finger up to his lips, silencing Alistair’s planned complaint. Nikau’s face was very serious as he went back to staring at the laptop screen. The redheads mood decreased further, no longer feeling as excited as he was before, realising that he was going to have to wait.

Nonetheless, he sat down on the bed, flopping backward onto the pillow. His stomach rolled, making him groan deeply with the movement. Nikua shot him a look that withered the seed of hope in his chest. Alistair stole a look at the computer screen and saw the all familiar squares of a Zoom meeting. He frowned, Nikau hadn’t mentioned this at all so it must have been sudden. No wonder he was so pissed off.

Alistair closed his eyes, throwing his forearm over his eyes. The darkness was incredibly comforting, the tension in his eyebrows and jaw releasing. His other hand was rubbing along the harsh lines on his lower belly where his jeans had been cutting into him. Alistair’s tummy rumbled, nausea increasing as he sat in darkness. He almost hoped Nikau was taking notice without him having to utter a word.

The room was quiet. Alistair heard the little taps of Nikau’s keyboard flowing into his ears. It was like ASMR, quieting the anxious little voice that wouldn’t shut up. He couldn’t wait till Nikau’s Zoom was over. He conjured up an image of both of them on the couch, Nikau’s hand rubbing soft circles into Alistair’s belly, muting the upset gurgles, with cups of tea and something stupid on the TV to distract him. Getting into bed and falling asleep with Nikau’s strong arms wrapped around his middle, magically getting better by the morning.

Alistair caught himself smiling at the thought. So dramatic. He huffed at his own voice. He breathed deeply, stomach inflating with breath. After everything, he almost fell asleep. However, Nikau had decided to slam his laptop shut, sighing angrily and pushing himself off the bed with a huff.

The bed shook and Alistair’s stomach sloshed, a heavy gurgle spreading across his middle. He threw his arm off his eyes, watching Nikau pace around the room and finally coming to a stop at the windowsill, leaning on it like he was in a period drama. Alistair sat up,

“Nikau?”

“What?” The word was spat out like a curse. Alistair immediately wondered what the Zoom had been about.

“Are you alright?” Alistair didn’t notice how shaky his voice sounded, and neither did Nikau apparently. He turned around with a stormy look in his eyes, the setting sun outlined him. Alistair had to squint to look at him.

Nikau shook his head roughly, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Alistair sighed, now nervous about telling him his own problems. He didn’t have the chance though, Nikau already moving out of the room. Alistair got up to follow, vertigo crashing into him. He lost his footing a little, stumbling towards the dresser. He moaned as the world tilted sideways. Nikau turned around,

“What is wrong, Star? I don’t have the energy right now.” His words stung, but he knew Nikau didn’t really mean them.

“N-nothing.” As soon as the word left his mouth Nikau turned around and disappeared from sight. Alistair leaned against the dresser more, taking deep breaths in and out. His stomach was spinning, echoing his head. The more he stood there, the more anxious he felt about throwing up. It was definitely on the horizon and he felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes. Alistair made his way to the bathroom, vomiting inevitable.

His hand never left the wall, hunched over himself as the nausea increased the closer he got to the bathroom door. He slapped a hand over his mouth as he gagged, vomit filling his mouth and burning his tongue. He burst into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, vomit spilling from his lips. He coughed harshly, a heave bringing up another fierce wave as he almost fell forward. His stomach gurgled, a wet burp preceding another gag and a mouthful of vomit. He had a moment of reprieve and he sat himself down, knees slamming into the tile. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, leaning over the toilet now that he had more stability.

His stomach brought up another wave, and Alistair was surprised at the amount of vomit coming up. Coughing, panting and groaning was all that was heard around the walls of the bathroom. Alistair thought he was being loud, but apparently not loud enough for Nikau to notice. He groaned, his neck losing its strength and his head fell forward. The gurgling noises coming from his insides weren’t letting up, it almost felt like they were getting louder. He forced up a burp, which only made him gag, spitting up a chunky mouthful. Alistair moaned, arms squeezing tighter.

“Fuck.” He whined, clearing his throat and hating the feeling of his saliva dangling from his lips. His knees ached on the floor. His headache grew, a pulsing right behind his eyes. His mouth filled with saliva again, jaw tingling, and another wave was brought up into the mess in front of him. His gut finally started to calm down a little so he took the time to catch his breath. Everything was aching, he was freezing, and now he was hiccuping. He sighed, running a hand down his sweaty face. His hair was sticking to his forehead now and he felt disgusting.

He sniffled, spitting out the last remains. His hands shook as he flushed away the mess. He shakily stood, washed his hands quickly and threw some water over his face and swirled some in his mouth. He hoped Nikau had calmed down a little, it was already bad enough he felt like shit he didn’t want to feel even worse by making Nikau upset.

Alistair left the bathroom with a heavy gait. His journey down the stairs was thankfully uneventful, but by the time he made it down he felt weaker than he did immediately after vomiting. He felt like he was about to pass out. Making his way slowly to the living room, he kept his arm wrapped around his middle and found Nikau scrolling on his phone.

He cleared his throat, “Nikau?”

The man hummed, not even looking at Alistair. Alistair sagged a little, a bit defeated that his boyfriend was paying him any attention. He moved on then, to the kitchen where he fixed himself a healthy meal of ibuprofen and water. He gulped down a mouthful, wary of drinking too much. He leant back against it, staring out at the back of Nikau’s head. He still was curious as to what had upset him so much, but he knew he needed to let Nikau deal with it on his own for a bit.

All this thinking distracted him from his condition, but a cramp hit his belly right as he relaxed a bit too much. He gasped, his hand clutching his tummy, the ibuprofen coming back with a vengeance. He powered through it alone, fever addled brain making him feel worse that Nikau hadn’t even got up from his seat at Alistair’s noise. His pitiful thinking brought on more tears, but these were unable to be stopped. They made tracks down his cheeks, meeting on his jawline and falling to the ground. His belly cramped again, Alistair hunching over himself and using the bench as a support to not fall immediately to the ground.

He clamped a hand over his mouth when a sob broke through, desperately trying to make himself quiet. Nikau didn’t need extra worry. Nikau didn’t want extra worry. Nikau didn’t want to help.

No matter how much he tried to be silent, Alistair’s cries weren’t unheard. Nikau turned his head, noticing right away the state Alistair was in. He got up in a rush, throwing his phone down and approached his sickly boyfriend.

His hands landed on Alistair’s upper arms, “Star, hey are you okay?”

Alistair fell forward, his forehead landing on Nikau’s shoulder. His cries got louder then, “No, I feel like absolute rubbish, Nikau. My belly hurts.” He whined, arms winding tighter around his middle.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry for not noticing. How long have you felt like this?” His hands moved to Alistair’s warm back, moving up and down his spine.

“Since lunch. I thought I might have just been hungry but it just got worse,” He paused, unsure if he should say this, “I threw up before.”

Nikau reeled back, eyes desperately searching Alistair’s face, “For real?”

Alistair nodded, a few more tears slipping past his eyes. Nikau sighed, pulling Alistair back into a gentle hug. The heat from Alistair’s body made Nikau feel warm, and he connected the dots as to why his boyfriend was so upset. He felt terrible. But, now that he understood he knew exactly what to do.

He pulled back more slowly this time, watching Alistair’s eyes flutter with another cramp. He hissed in sympathy.

“Okay, sweetheart let's get you settled. I’ll get you feeling better in no time.” He tried to peel Alistair off the counter as gently as possible, coming around to his side and wrapping his arm around his shoulders. They moved as one towards the living room, Nikau depositing Alistair on the couch and reaching for the nearest blanket to lay over his lap. He leant forward and got Alistair’s attention by cupping his hands on his jaw,

“Be right back.”

Alistair watched him leave, sinking down into the couch. His thoughts were still running, but as he sat down he admittedly felt a tad better. His stomach calmed down a little, and his legs were thankful that he was sitting down and resting. Alistair leaned his head back on the couch, hand resting on the crest of his swollen stomach.

He barely moved when Nikau returned, he heard a bucket be placed on the coffee table, and he felt the couch dip as Nikau sat next to him. The man touched his knee,

“You feeling okay? You don’t look so good, babe.”

Alistair shook his head, “I really don’t feel good.” Turning his head he met Nikau’s eyes, a pitiful expression on his face. Nikau made a clicking noise with his teeth, sitting a little closer to put his hand on Alistair’s belly. He leaned forward and kissed his cheek as he started to rub Alistair’s upset stomach.

Alistair moaned, the cramps coming back with the touch of Nikau’s fingertips. He pushed his stomach out, needing the pressure and comforting weight. Nikau quickly got the memo, pushing a little deeper into his belly. He burped, covering his mouth with his hand.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. If you need to let them out just do it.”

The man groaned at the feel of another burp forcing its way up his throat. His hand joined Nikau on his tummy, rubbing the underside as it swelled with pressure. His stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, yet the softness of his belly was completely overtaken by the bloating of this illness, the skin stretched tight as it worked its way through his guts. His throat jumped at a wet burp, chest lurching. Nikau paused,

“Are you gonna throw up?”

Alistair shook his head, “Just gassy.”

Nikau hummed, kissing his cheek again. The room fell silent bar Alistair’s stomach and burping. There was a tension in the air though, Nikau was the first to break it.

“I’m sorry about not noticing how sick you were before. Also, I ignored you when you were clearly ill. I’m sorry, Star.”

Alistair didn’t really know what to say. His brain was too muddled to come up with a response, too much pain and exhaustion, so he just shook his head and leaned into Nikau, hoping that was enough to get Nikau to relax. It felt like he did, his hand was still rubbing along the swell of his belly and his other hand was playing with the wavy strands of hair at the crown of Alistair’s head. ---

pls don't flop

#emeto #emetophilia #stomach ache #oc's #Alistair #Nikau #belly ache #belly kink #stomach kink #vomit kink #male sickie #caretaking #belly rubs #stomach rubs #belly gurgles #burping #vomiting #hiccups

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pandorasgirlfriend · 1 year

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things in the marauders fandom that altered my brain chemistry xfshshsb:

- ATYD

- moonys fifteenth birthday

- Cornwall ‘77

- remus commenting quidditch

- their last prank

- accio bed

- mars bars

- pete, a word

- tell me a secret, a nice one

- mr tell me a fucking secret

- remus singing changes while being held hostage

- CRIMSON RIVERS

- literally the whole thing

- the updates keep me alive

- bagel angst

- wolfstar reunion

- vanitys bug opsession

- dorcas as a stylist

- regulus and his sad boy poetry

- remus explaining all the hallow gossip while reg has a panic attack in the bath

- a great big tragedy is the saddest thing I’ve ever read, i was crying throughout the whole thing

- grape jelly (not funny)

- sirius proposing with a spoon

- malcolm and marcel

- JUST LOVERS

- when mary, lily and remus are in the library together and lily turns into a duck, mary gets blue hair, and remus gets a cropped jumper

- pandora chasing sirius down the stairs

- their last queer club meeting

- losing zar in the train

- sirius sleeping on remus at breakfast

- THE MARAUDERS BY PENGIWEN (on wattpad)

- ned veigler

- wolfstar wedding

- sirius and james stealing a motorbike from the muggle studies classroom

- peter walking in on remus and sirius having sex

- sirius flying minnie on his motorbike to se her dying bestie

- their graduation

- remus and lily dating when they were 12

- james and sirius smoking weed in fourth year

- moonys foutteenth birthday

- sirius telling marlene she smells like eggs and butterscotch

- THE REG REDGE DEBATE

- BABYGIRLIFYING THE BLACK BROTHERS

- THE JEGULUS STRIKE

- LIKEAFUNERALLS FANART

- BROKEN BODIES BROKEN HEARTS

- ISI AND SASCHA AS WOLFSATR

- ALL THE NEW SHIPS COMING OUT OF NOWHERE, LIKE WTF IS MOONROSEKILLER WTF IS LILY X NARCISSA

- no hate to the people who ship this, i just can’t keep track

- ZEPPAZARIELS END NOTES

- ALL OF TAYLOR SWIFTS MUSIC

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babybulbasaur920 · 1 month

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Twst Boys playing Pocket Love

this might be shitty, its late and i did this in one sitting, but combined my two favorite phone game apps. Ill probably redo this when im not about to hit the floor, enjoy what you will of it

TWST boys playing Pocket Love (and my favorite ships) part one

trigger warning for internalized homophobia in Ace´s part

Heartslabyul (Cater made them all get it)

Riddle: has a nice organized house. Spends very little time playing it because he doesn't collect all the clothes and furniture. Sad that Jess only gives you a cat or dog, my boy wants a hedgehog 🙁. His house is, as you can imagine, very red, and fancy. He will take the free gifts and refuses to spend real life money. He only has 2 floors cuz he thinks it's ridiculous to go any bigger. He has the typical stuff downstairs and the second floor is all outdoors stuff. One room is just a fancy table surrounded by roses and other flowers. Only interacts with his character's partner (Floyd) when it's required for a mission or date because the dialogue is so sweet, and the teapot tyrant refuses to be a blushing mess, even alone. Also has a library, with couches and the wallpaper from the international women's day pocket surprise, he got lucky enough to get it as a free-bie. Cleans the trash in the neighborhood religiously, spans the whole around his house. Wishes there was some way to penalize whoever is tossing that trash to begin with, Trey tells him the coins he gets for each piece of trash, was fined from the litterers and that seems to pacify him

Ace: Chaotic as hell, are we surprised? In the beginning he picked out a gray cat and named it Grim to annoy real Grim. Has Deuce as his character's partner but refuses to admit to any feelings beyond friendly ones. It's nearly sad how much he fights against the idea of him and Deuce (repressed gay, we have a repressed gay here), and claims it's just because Deuce is the best friend he's got, who else could live in his super awesome house? (note, it's not awesome, it's a mess). He can barely keep a room in order, cuz he has so much random stuff. Has a penchant for getting the same date items every single time so he has multiples of shit that he just puts up. Like the dragon dumpling date- he refuses to call them dates, they are hangouts dammit!-, he gets the same dragon head so now he has 7. He has them all hung up in a row in Deuce's room, cuz of course they separate rooms, so they stare at him when he sleeps.

Deuce: It's blue time baby! He enjoys the game as a relaxer and decorates it pretty simple, or tries to but he gets so many things it gets a bit cluttered, no matter how many times he uses the moving truck. Once again, is in it with Ace, and gives Ace a separate room, because he thinks having his sprite and the Ace sprite sleep together would be disrespectful when Ace is so blatant about it. Loves outdoorsy space like Riddle and has at least one room as a park, complete with a duck pond. Another one who has a cat named Grim purely to be a dick. Has a room devoted to vehicles, and even has a road patterned floor, is bi and proud so he doesn't mind that the road and the cars are all rainbow-y since they come from the pride parade date.

Trey: You know the two most done up rooms in his house are the kitchen and the bathroom. Sad he can't actually bake but the pancake minigame satisfies that urge for him. Collects the clothes he likes but lets Cater do the dressing up stuff for him. Tries to keep it simple and fun. For the bit he googles ¨ normal things to have in a house¨, cuz he's normal. Totally normal, run of the mill, average. Totally. Has some rooms that are ¨weird¨, like what appears to be the waiting room for a dentist office, and one that seems to be a cellar, with the wine glass chair and buckets of berries. Actually, the 2nd one isnt that weird

Cater: Do I have to say it? Aesthetic king! Always dresses him and Trey up so fly, is sure to change outfits everyday. Spends $20 a month on this thing because he has to have all the fresh new furniture from the pocket surprises. Both loves and hates how affectionate the characters are, he feels that he can't really have that and Trey only sees him as a friend. Someone just love this boy, he needs it. His favorite date is the cat cafe one cuz its cool and trendy but also fairly romantic, and coffee shops carry not-sweet food, like bagels, so he can actually enjoy eating there

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #pocket love #riddle x floyd #Ace x Deuce #Trey x Cater #headcanons #cute #gay

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khasiehondra · 11 months

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A Shadow of an Eagle Chapter 3: Restricted Sessions: Sebastian

Was she avoiding me? Everytime I get near her she scurries away. Amit did mention she had extra assignments and everyone wants her help after what she did for Duncan and salvaging his reputation. She was even nice enough to dive into the Black Lake for Neridia.

Dinner in the Great Hall was spectacular as usual. Classes were picking up and his sister was not doing worse than the last time he had gotten an owl from her. His curiosity was eating him alive. How could she ever learn to trust him if he never got the opportunity to earn it? The last time they had even spent close to each other was the first Crossed Wands match. They fought well together. It was better than dueling each other. It was as if they were connected and each blow was perfect.

“I’m heading to the common room to finish our potions essay.” Ominis was his oldest friend. Keeping someone else’s secret meant keeping the very thing that was bothering him from his best mate.

“I’ll see you later then.” Sebastian always sat facing the other tables. It was easy to find Alice because no matter what she was placed next to Samantha. Astoria and Constance had tried to cause her to become a social pariah but it failed miserably. It was as if Hogwarts had been sent an angel. She seemed relaxed compared to the first time he saw her. She no longer kept her nose in a book and she ate a little more. It was always strange because other houses would come to her and chat.

“Someone likes attention. Wonder if she will be up for a flying challenge?” Sebastian didn’t know if Imelda was talking to herself or to the table.

He needed some time to think. The Restricted Section’s new lock had left him more determined than ever before. Last time he saw a key but didn’t have time to get it. He would spend the night devising a plan and try again tomorrow. A blond head caught his eye as he was leaving the table. Andrew Larson had taken a place near Alice and was leaning into every word she was saying. Sebastian could see her shyness was returning. He was a year above them and the one man that every girl wanted. She can’t be falling for that? But it seems she was. She had all the signs: ducking her head, playing with her loose hair, giggling at every word he said.

He thought he would get a toothache if he saw anymore. What she does isn’t my problem, but she won’t even talk to me after what we went through and she is over there flirting with Larson like it is no big deal.

“Sebastian!” He heard the soft heels clicking again. “Sebastian, wait!”

She had followed him all the way to the South Tower. Putting on his best smile he turned to her and acted surprised. “There you are. You owe me an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks. Why is Victor Rookwood after you?”

She hesitated. “He’s working with Ranrok.” A pause, she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Ranrok is after something I found in Gringotts.”

“Go on,” Sebastian egged, his brow furrowed.

Her explanation was too bizarre to be imagined. “This map is leading you to the Restricted Section? You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly serious.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and pulled them deeper out of sight. “Professor Fig has insisted that I not tell a soul about any of this. I’ve probably said too much.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. Whatever it is.” This felt like a waste. No progress had been made.

“Thank you.” She looked away for a moment, biting her lip as if contemplating her next move. “You mentioned being ‘clever enough not to get caught’ in the Restricted Section.”

That was it. His chance to prove she could completely trust him. “And I am. Meet me outside the Library tomorrow night. Tell no one.”

Alice tugged his sleeve as he turned to head back to the dungeons. “What happens if we get caught?” It was obvious she rarely got into trouble. All of this adventure must have been a new world for her. She was new after all.

He flashed his lop-sided grin. “Detention, no doubt, we just need to avoid Peeves the poltergeist and Scribner.”

Letting out a heavy sigh she released his sleeve and nodded her head in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow, good night, Sebastian.”

He couldn’t leave her in disarray. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” He didn’t see her face as she continued to walk away. Before she rounded the corner, she popped her head back in the direction they had been standing. “Thank you, Sebastian. You don’t understand how much this helps me.”

She looked different coming down the stairs of the central hall. She already dressed differently from most of the other students since she was from London. Alice’s family was well off and her governess had kept her up to the expected fashion of her age. Instead of the long plaid skirts or knee length pants she wore knee length skirts in solid black. Her shirts were always relaxed and her tie was never Ravenclaw blue but a silky copper. Even her robes had blue striping instead of black. She claimed they had been gifts from her father. He was so proud that her magical ability had come, even if it was late.

Instead of her normal school uniform she was wearing a cream sweater over her blouse to protect her from the castle’s nightly chill. Her grey and black plaid skirt was hitting slightly above her knees. This has to be what she would look like on the streets of London. He even noticed that her hair was done differently. She had pulled half of it back into a small knot at the base of her skull. She looked noble.

“Well this is different.” He nodded his head toward her.

“I felt more comfortable wearing my clothes from home. It feels safe.” She was toying with her hands, picking at nothing. “I was scared the robes would get in the way.”

He took a step toward her and gently pulled her chin up to look at him. She wasn’t short in comparison to their classmates but he still had half a head on her. “I will not let anything happen to you.” Dropping his hand he crouched and motioned for her to join him at the banister.

“See those prefects? They would love nothing more than to rat on us to Scribner. I’m going to teach you the disillusionment charm. We will be nothing more than a trick of the light.” He was checking to see if she understood the seriousness of the situation. Her face was blank with concentration, eyes determined again, but Sebastion noticed that the tips of her ears had turned pink. “Nervous?”

“No,” she had gained her confidence back and composed herself quickly. “I’m ready.”

Sneaking past the prefects was easier than they had thought. They were too busy flirting to even realize they were passing by. In the library was a different story. Scribner still prowled. Sebastian pulled her to the shelves as soon as he saw the Librarian turn her back.

“I thought you said she was not going to be here!” Alice whisper-yelled at him. “We have to get into the Restricted Section! This may be my only chance.”

“Sh, keep your voice down.” This was not a part of the plan. The plan! “There is a key in her desk, it’ll open the lock. I’ll distract her and you grab the key. When you get it, meet me in front of the gates.”

He retreated to the back left corner and tried to think of the best spell that would cause the least amount of damage. None coming to mind, Sebastian pointed at an abandoned waste basket and whispered, “bombarda!” He ran as swiftly as he could without getting spotted. It seemed that Alice ran faster, she was already placing the key in the lock when he shuffled behind her.

“Go!” The gates swung open silently. Once they had closed and they were down the stairs they lifted the charm and let the adrenaline rush through them.

“We did it, Sebastian!” She threw her arms around his neck in triumph. “That was some distraction! I think you may have an affinity for fire.”

Sebastian let his arms envelope her. For a moment he lifted her from the ground and swayed her back and forth. “That was great teamwork. I may have myself a new partner in crime.” His smile didn’t fade as he lowered her to the ground. Sebastian hadn’t seen that much laughter in someone’s face since last year. When did she get this pretty? It’s like the stars came down and created the most wonderful person. Alice still gripped his forearms as she pulled away.

“That was thrilling. A different kind of thrilling from the dragon. Is this what it is like to break the rules? It’s addicting.”

“Slow down, Alice. We can’t have the professors distrusting you as they distrust me.” He had still promised that he would keep her safe. How petite is she? I thought her sweater was not as form fitting as it looks now. Are skirts really that short in London? Focus, Sallow. It’s time to find a cure for Anne.

It was shocking that Alice didn’t notice the distance that Sebastion had put between them. “Do you know what you’re looking for, Sebastian?”

Before he could answer, Peeves had caught them. “Naughty, Naughty, you’ll get caughty! Time to tell Scribner of the two students snogging!” Sebastian paled. First they had gotten caught by Peeves, and second he was going to cause rumors to be spread about them.

“Oh Peeves, please pretend you didn’t see us, just this once,” Alice begged. It was a futile attempt since Peeves was already making his way to Scribner.

“I’m going to go back. You keep going. I’ll find my way in another day.” He was trying to push her deeper in the Restricted Section.

“No! I can’t let you get in trouble for me.” She was whining. “We could make a run for it.”

Sebastian was shaking his head. Alice was a lot sturdier than she looked. “She’ll be here any minute. I can buy you some time.” He noticed she was about to protest but he cut back in. “I kind of like the idea of you being in my debt.” He winked at her and ran back the way they came.

The morning came too early. If he looked how he felt, Alice must be feeling much worse. Her eyes were swollen and she looked like she hadn’t slept all night. Dark circles rimmed her eyes and she had a scrape on her cheek. It was the first time that she had not removed her robes for class and rolled her sleeves up. I wonder what happened after I left?

“Pst, Sallow.” Leander wasn’t the best at being discrete. “I heard you got caught in the Restricted Section, Peeves said that you were with a girl. Were you trying to show off?”

“None of your business, Prewett. For your information, I was there alone.” Out of the corner of his eye, Alice had tensed. “If I was trying to impress a girl I wouldn’t have taken her to the library.”

He had already gotten an earful from Ominis when he returned. His friend was worried when he hadn’t returned from ‘studying’ so he realized that Sebastian had lied to him. The lecture contained plenty of ‘those books are restricted for a reason,’ ‘if you don’t stop now you’ll be bringing Alice down with you,’ and ‘dark magic isn’t the answer.”

Alice was making it obvious she was not herself that day. Almost neglecting her earmuffs when repotting mandrakes, head nodding off in the want of sleep, Samantha having to constantly get her attention, her eyes revealing she was anywhere but in the greenhouse. Whatever she needed in the library she must have found it.

When class was over he wanted to wait for her, but Professor Garlik called for her and Prewett. Made sense since he was spectacular at herbology. They strode off into the greenhouse and that was the last he was able to see her for the rest of the day.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow x playable character #smut #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x ravenclaw

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alecmagnuslwb · 2 years

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There’s Nothing Like Getting Lost in a Good Book

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Zatanna ducks a wave of magic Allura throws at her, John’s not so lucky though slamming back into one of the far walls of the massive library. Zatanna spin kicks out at Allura tripping her up with some good old fashioned hand to hand.

Allura doesn’t like it though stamping her feet when she catches herself, she sends Zatanna flying back right next to John who’s awake but crumpled on the floor.

“Zatanna, Zatanna, Zatanna,” Allura taunts gliding over towards them. “It’s time someone threw the book at you for all the trouble you’ve caused me.”

She waves a hand, a couple hundred books quiet literally thrown out them, raining down at them. They end up buried underneath it all book edges digging into their sides.

“She takes her puns quite literally, doesn’t she?” John groans as they dig their way out. Zatanna pops up from the books first taking in her surroundings. The first thing she notices is that Allura is gone. The second thing she notices is that they’re not in the same library they were a minute ago. The warm modern looking mahogany tones replaced with candelabras and dark gothic carved walnut.

“I don’t think we’re in the San Francisco historical society anymore, Toto,” Zatanna says as John takes in the same changed surroundings she just did.

Footsteps earn both their attentions. “Shit, we don’t know who we’re dealing with here we need to hide,” Zatanna says kicking up out of the pile of books. John follows her grabbing her outstretched hand and following as she finds a small alcove for them to hide.

They press close together watching quietly as a woman draped in red silk practically floats through the room. She looks at the pile of fallen books and frowns before raising her hands and clapping them twice. Barely two seconds pass before two pale harried looking men rush into the room and begin picking up the books. The woman surveys the room eyes falling on their alcove for a few beats too long.

They both brace themselves but she simply hums to herself and glides back out of the room. John takes a small step back bumping into an unlit candelabra behind him the wall behind them clicking open to reveal a passageway.

The men cleaning up the books don’t seem to notice, too focused on their task. John tilts his head towards the opening and Zatanna nods carefully slipping open the wall turned doorway.

They slip inside to a passage lit with torches shutting the door behind them quietly before stepping gingerly along the stony path. They don’t go far before having a whispering conversation.

“Judging from the getups the very hot lady and the man servants were wearing in there I don’t think we’re in 2022 anymore,” Zatanna says keeping John close.

“I’m no expert but I’d bet late 1800’s some where’s about,” John says pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket. He raises one up to one of the torches lighting it and taking a drag.

“Following these tunnels is probably a bad idea,” Zatanna says more a statement than a question.

“Probably,” John says sticking his cigarette between his lips and holding out his hand to her.

She shrugs smiling up at him and taking his hand. “Let’s do it.”

They creep along the tunnel quietly hand in hand. “Ecnelis,” she whispers as they walk the click of her heels quieting.

The tunnels seem to go on for miles leading out to no rooms or any other wooden panel exits. Zatanna uses her free hand pressed against the wall looking for any latches or openings. “We could just portal out of here couldn’t we?” John asks and Zatanna shakes her head.

“I wouldn’t want to risk it. I don’t know exactly where we are or what Allura pulled on us and this is a pretty confined space,” she explains stopping them in their tracks when her hands brush a latch. “I could end up portaling us back to our year but this exact same spot which could be buried underground by now or something.”

“Being buried alive does sound inconvenient,” he says as he helps her slide open the panel quickly stamping out his cigarette on the stone wall. The room has a similar vibe to the library, just as gothic and intricate, but this is more of a parlor with a fancy old billiards table in the corner.

“There is no other way, my loves,” a voice with a deep accent bellows from just outside the door. Zatanna grabs John pushing him back towards the panel they’d entered through shutting it quietly but quickly.

“Eno yaw rrorim,” she says waving a hand at the panel. John stands behind her pressed up against her back in the small space his arm loosely wrapped around her waist.

Two women similar to the one who’d been in the library enter first draped in silks and with just as much sex appeal. The man with the bellowing voice almost floats on air as he enters the room behind them sliding the elaborate double doors behind him. He’s dressed head to toe in velvet with intricate patterns sewn into the lowcut suit. He’s opted for no shirt, leaving as little to the imagination as he can.

“Damn,” Zee says as he lightly grips both the women’s chins. They’ve been transported to the late 1800’s in a house with the four hottest people in history quite possibly. John raises an eyebrow at her. She rolls her eyes. “Don’t give me that you we’re thinking the same thing.”

“I have the grace not to mention it right in front of my partner however,” he says back his arm around her waist squeezing once. Zatanna just holds a finger to her lips quieting him as conversation picks up amongst the trio.

“She is nothing but a mortal, my Count,” the dark haired woman draped in dark purple says.

“Count?” John whispers in Zatanna’s ear.

“As were you once my darling or has it been so long you’ve forgotten?” he says grazing her cheek looking her over in deep thought almost as if he’s reading her mind. “Or is it that you fear sharing my affections with another?”

“We never worry for that, my love, we three always have each other when your attentions are needed elsewhere,” the red head says pressing herself up to the tall velvet man’s side.

“Good, good,” he says pressing a gentle kiss to each of their foreheads before the one from the library saunters in draping herself over the man’s back.

“My count,” she says seductively as the other two press close one working on the buttons of his velvet jacket while the other uncinches the ties of her corset.

And they may all be incredibly hot, but Zatanna isn’t a voyeur.

“Okay, s‘that hguone of that,” she says clapping her hands together softly the wall shimmering back to solid.

“You turned off the telly,” John wines as she grabs him by the collar of the jacket pulling him further down along the tunnels.

She maturely decides to ignore his comment. “She called him Count,” Zatanna says letting go of his collar. He looks at her to go on. “And he has three women. Three brides,” she continues chewing at her lip in thought. “And they were talking about a fourth woman, a mortal. Who I’d bet is named Mina and you can’t help but notice that they’re all very attractive, but also very pale.”

John squints at her. “Are you trying to tell me that you think that’s Dracula out there?”

“Think about it. It all adds up.”

“But Dracula isn’t real. A lot of things in our world are real, but Dracula is not one of them. He’s a fiction made up by Stoker.”

“Exactly, a fiction. From a book. That Allura said quite literally she was going to throw at me, and throw she did,” she says waving her hands about at their general surroundings.

“You mean we’re trapped in the book, Dracula,” John says slowly a little bit in disbelief.

“It’s one of the weirder things that’s happened to us, but yeah it looks like it,” she says falling back against the wall her arms crossed.

“Nothing like getting lost in a good book, huh,” John says rubbing the back of his neck. “So, how do we get out?”

“I’ll need to reverse Allura’s spell quite literally, books and all,” she explains. “It’s the only way to be certain we don’t end up in the wrong spot or book hopping or something even more wild.”

“Back to the library it is,” John says starting to walk the other way.

Zatanna grabs his sleeve slipping him back to stand in front of her. “We have to be careful though, make sure those four and their servants don’t ever find out we’re there.”

“They seemed pretty preoccupied and I’d usually make a joke about checking to be sure, but you seem a little too into them to further that thought,” John says with a smirk.

Zatanna smack him on the shoulder. “I’m serious. Who knows what happens if we change the course of the story or become an active part of it. We could rewrite literary history or end up eternally trapped or made into Dracula’s brand new concubines,” she rattles off. “Not that that last part would be the worst.” She adds on in a joking tone with a cheeky smile just to rile him up.

He huffs rolling his eyes and stepping away. She just laughs at him light pressing a hand to the wooden panel they’d been looking through minutes before. “Dnuos rof ylno eerht sdnoces,” she says and the sounds of loud and varyingly toned moans come through.

“Yup, still occupied,” she says removing her hand and continuing down the hall pulling John along with her by his sleeve. She performs the same spell she had to see through the panel when they return back to the library. The man servants must work quick cause the books are all back in their place not a soul in sight.

John presses a hand to the panel pushing it open into the room. The lamps have all been turned down, the room barely lit more by moonlight than candlelight now.

“Okay,” she says looking at the room remembering where they were when they landed. “You were here,” she says positioning him in front of one large bookcase. “And I was here,” she says standing beside him a few inches apart.

“Allura was about four yards in front of us,” she says raising a hand and saying some backwards sentences to make a shadowy looking version of Allura appear. “She said her little pun and then boom books on the head. So swap places with me,” she says tapping his wrist. He does as he’s told.

“You ready, these books are gonna hurt?” she says with an apologetic smile.

He nods at her once bracing his hands over his head with a smile. She chuckles taking a deep breath when they hear footsteps coming their way once again.

“I knew I smelled human blood,” Dracula says rushing in with half buttoned pants, his brides close behind all in varying stages of undress.

“Oh, shit, sorry Dracula,” Zatanna says with a big smile. “Eslaf thgilnus!” she shouts throwing her hand towards the long black shades on the opposite wall. Fake sunlight streams in Dracula and his brides all hissing and hiding in the corner unaware the rays aren’t real.

“S’ti emit enoemos werht eht koob ta uoy rof lla eht elbuort ev’uoy desuac em,” she says raising a hand and bringing the books crashing down on them a wall of much larger tomes than the ones in the San Francisco historical society has.

“Ow,” Zatanna says pushing out an arm moving some books around. Sunlight streams in trough the books she moves, real warm to the touch sunlight and she smiles.

Beside her John digs his way out reaching over and grabbing a few of the books off of her head.

She doesn’t quite move just yet, simply laughs when she notices the fresh space and the modern day style of the room. Allura is long gone, no surprise, but Zatanna’s certain she’ll make herself known again in time.

“I never would have guessed that of all the depictions of Dracula and his brides the Luke Evans movie and the Hugh Jackman Van Helsing were the ones that got the level of sexy from the book universe right,” she muses resting her head on a rather large copy of Lord of the Rings.

“Okay, you can stop being so horny for Dracula and his brides now,” John says lifting himself up from the pile of books.

“Oh my god, are you jealous?” Zee says with an amused smile popping her head out of the stack a few classics rolling off her shoulder.

“I am not,” he says pointedly as he jumps a little poorly over the stack to get to the edge tumbling out onto the marble floor.

“You are just a little bit,” she says with a laugh pushing the books out of her way with a wave of her hand. One single book slips off her leg last and she reaches out for it, a leather bound red and black edition of the very book they just found themselves in. She slips it inside of the inner pocket of her long black duster and magics a replacement copy into the massive pile. She’s never wanted to re-read a book quite so much in such a long time.

“Don’t worry,” she says stepping up to John her hands clasped behind her back. “I still think you’re more handsome than Dracula.”

John snorts. “And more pretty than the brides?”

“Meh,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder. John scoffs as she gives him a bright smile leaning up on her heels to kiss him on the cheek.

“Meh,” he mumbles as she strides past him throwing a backwards spell over her shoulder to put the books all back in their place. He catches up to her hip checking her lightly where the book rests in her pocket.

“Yeah, just meh,” she says with an amused smile hip checking him right back.

#my fic #john constantine #zatanna zatara #johnzee #magicblazersource #for the last day of writer's month i'm doing a little fun magical adventure

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rebeccasteventaylor · 9 months

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Right, now to watch episode 2 in detail

Aziraphale and Crowley well aware they have to play demon/Angel and prompting each other but also taking the time to have a little chat and an catch up.

‘I have a permit’ how very Ron Swanson

Oh, Muriel and Aziraphale working together all the way back at Job’s time! And poor Aziraphale, absolutely horrified at the bet, and the murder of the children.

Aziraphale is the only one to take Sitis’s feelings into account and consider she might not want to lose her children and give birth another seven times. And he’s the only Angel to understand that the dead children will be still be a devastating loss.

Gabriel is dressed as the shop assistant in Open All Hours proving not only does Aziraphale watch old British sitcoms, he thinks that’s the way actual life works.

All those years watching Mad Men and I never knew Jon Hamm could be funny and also sing.

Although - given Shax says ‘the kind of miracle only the mightiest of archangels could have performed’ I thought she meant Gabriel but after what Crowley said later about being able to access the records - is it him?

Ok the song when Aziraphale goes into Maggie’s shop this time is the glorious and heart rending ‘You don’t have to say you love me’ sung by Dusty Springfield. I thinks it’s best I just show you the lyrics

When I said I needed you

You said you would always stay

It wasn't me who changed but you and now you've gone away

Don't you see that now you've gone

And I'm left here on my own

That I have to follow you and beg you to come home

You don't have to say you love me, just be close at hand

You don't have to stay forever, I will understand

Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you.

Anyway - the book ‘Jim’ waves in Saraqael’s face is a Pratchett - The Colour of Magic. Now they may have chosen this Pratchett as it’s the first Discworld BUT it may also have been a clue to look at the colour of the magical plume - purple.

The big book Jim uses to try to swat the fly is The Wicked Bible which has the commandment ‘Thou shalt commit adultery’ in it.

Crowley keeping an eye on the strange man sitting at Aziraphale’s table in the pub. I dunno, first he has a naked man in his place and now this bloke is chatting him up. Crowley definitely does that ‘he belongs to me, matey’ swagger when he walks up. (Mr Brown’s newspaper headline is Nebraskan Woman Taught Duck to Play Accordion. I don’t know why that is in the Metro, which is a London based newspaper about London)

The newspaper the man behind Mr Brown is holding has the headline ‘unearthed mysterious sealed library found’ Clue to S3?

Ok, Crowley has obviously been thinking about situations to make people fall instantly in love for a while, considering how quick off the mark he is for ideas to make Nina and Maggie fall in love. And Crowley now canonically has seen Four Weddings and a Funeral. And probably other Richard Curtis films. Crowley is canonically a rom-com fan!

I love how they both have different views of Jane Austen. She did all that and had an affair with Clara…

That whole ‘fall in love at a ball’ thing sounds more Heyer than Austen to be honest.

Jon Hamm is so good. Can we keep him? Have him star in British comedy shows forever?

And back to Job and this time Aziraphale isn’t playing a part. He is genuinely trying to stop Crowley and he’s shaking and afraid and doesn’t want to do this but he must.

Wait - when did we think the first time Crowley called Aziraphale Angel was? Cos he calls him Angel in this scene. And look - Aziraphale can see the goodness in Crowley even this early on. He knows Crowley doesn’t want to kill the children even as Crowley is trying so hard to convince him he’s bad.

And then Aziraphale says he knew the Angel Crowley was and Crowley says that’s not him now and so Crowley knew all along that Aziraphale knew him as an Angel!

‘I’m a demon. I lied!’ Except Crowley didn’t lie - as soon as Aziraphale showed faith in him he saved the children. And Crowley is clicking again…

Aziraphale’s not drinking reminds me of Maggie’s not drinking.

Crowley getting him to try the food means thousands of years later Aziraphale will want to save the Earth because of little restaurants where they know him….it’s a way of making sure Aziraphale loves the Earth as much as he does.

Crowley being on ‘his side’ sounds so lonely to Aziraphale - perhaps this is where he starts to join him.

Crowley and Aziraphale teaming up to trick the angels for the first time. And the for the first time Aziraphale lies to the angels - not obscure the issue, not cleverly manoeuvre around it, but straightforward lie.

‘Our car’ And while Crowley sleeps in the car (perhaps it’s where he feels safest after he saw the bookshop burn and he was trapped in his flat) he must spend a lot of time in the bookshop to be getting a lot of use out of it.

Looking at the books Gabriel is looking at. It includes The Crow Road, the book Muriel reads later. I’ve read most of them and they’re all very good books.

‘It was a nice day’. Thats Good Omens. Gabriel was about to read Good Omens. I know several of us have written fanfics where Good Omens the book exists in the Good Omens universe.

Poor Aziraphale. So certain he’s going to Fall. So certain he deserves it. And Crowley ‘I’m not taking you to Hell, Angel’. And that’s where it starts, isn’t it? Crowley’s absolute determination that Hell will not get his hands on Aziraphale and neither will Heaven starts here, as they sit side by side in companionship. Aziraphale is so scared and Crowley is kind in his way and that urge to protect him starts here, I think, just like Aziraphale’s determination that Crowley will not be alone started in the cellar when Crowley said he was on his side and Aziraphale thought tang was lonely.

I don’t think anyone has ever been kind to Aziraphale before. And I don’t think anyone has just kept Crowley company before. And now Crowley admits - he needs a friend. And he will protect that friend - his only friend - from both Heaven and Hell.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers

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the word promise (pt 3)

the next morning sirius woke up with the sunlight streaming through the windows. the light hit the caramel curls of the sleeping boy next to him and he smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of the werewolf’s nose.

remus blinked a couple of times, returning the smile as sirius’ face came into focus. remus waited patiently while sirius sorted out his hair before they headed down to breakfast together.

they almost made it through the double doors before remus stopped and turned to face the older boy.

“aren’t you waiting for regulus?”

“mhmm? oh. err yeah. i’ll see you in there” sirius said, letting go of remus’ hand. “i won’t be long.”

sirius waited in the entrance hall, watching amusedly as some NEWT students who clearly didn’t have first period lessons entered the great hall still in their dressing gowns, leaving with only large mugs of coffee.

sirius looked up when he heard multiple pairs of shoes hitting the hard stone floor. a large group of slytherins were making their way to breakfast and sirius pressed himself against the wall attempting to be discreet. he noticed regulus trailing at the back of the group and called after him as quietly as he could without drawing the others’ attention.

“reg!”

before regulus could take a step towards sirius, the group surrounded him, forming a physical barrier between the brothers. bellatrix stood at the front of the group, her dark curls falling around her face which could be described as pretty, if it wasn’t for the expression of contempt that was etched on it at all hours of the day.

“absolutely not; i’ve seen the tapestry and you’re finished, finished, with this family.”

before sirius could open his mouth to protest, bellatrix had closed her hand around regulus’ wrist, dragging him away. scanning the group for andromeda, sirius thought he saw a mousy brown head duck into the great hall. sirius cursed and took a small piece of parchment out of his pocket before scribbling a few words on it. he took his wand out of his pocket and sent the message flying across the great hall, lost in the midst of the other letters that were in the process of being delivered.

he smiled to himself when he saw the parchment tuck itself safely into regulus’ trouser pocket.

on his way back to his dorm to pick up his books, regulus put his hands in his pockets as he always did. he quickly retracted his left hand as his skin made contact with something. he cautiously put his hand back in and pulled out the folded piece of parchment.

the library, 19:00, tonight

the rest of the day now couldn’t pass quickly enough and by last lesson regulus’ thigh was bouncing uncontrollably. he carefully watched the gold-faced clock in the slytherin common room before gathering a small bag and making his way to the library.

his leg resumed its bouncing as the time passed.

19:02

19:04

19:05

a soft breeze blew across the back of the slytherin’s neck as the door at the far end of the room was opened. he squinted, thinking he saw a shadow.

“i know it’s you, sirius - with james’ invisibility cloak, right?”

“how do you know about the cloak” sirius asked.

regulus smiled as sirius took it off and he held out the bag he’d brought for his brother.

“these are for you” he stammered. “i just felt so bad a-and i didn’t know what to do, so i got you this. after you left, i went into your room and saw the posters so i got you a couple of records by the queen becaus- why are you laughing?”

“it-it’s not the queen,” sirius explained, failing to hide his giggle. “it’s just queen.”

regulus smiled sheepishly: “oh.”

“i’m sorry” he burst out suddenly. “for everything. for not standing up to her, or saying something. i’m so sorry, sirius.”

sirius looked at regulus in shock, the apology having been unexpected.

“i’m sorry too” he managed. “i was selfish and shouldn’t have left you behind. maybe the next holidays we can stay together? christmas isn’t too far away.”

“it’s like two months away” regulus said with a roll of his eyes. “would you want to stay here though? or were you planning on going back with james?”

“we can stay; james will probably want to go alone to spend some time with his parents because he actually likes doing that.”

“imagine” regulus murmured, just loud enough for sirius to hear.

“i’d rather not, thanks” sirius responded.

he stared at regulus for a moment, analysing his appearance as though something was irritating him. his eyes narrowed when they landed on the scarf - it was barely autumn. sirius knew regulus was a person who got cold easily but even for him this seemed excessive.

“what are you hiding under the scarf?” sirius asked.

regulus froze, stopping his fiddling with the silver ring on his finger. he hesitated before unwrapping the material around his neck, closing his eyes as he heard sirius’ sharp intake of breath.

“she’s like picasso” regulus joked. “i’ve replaced you as her canvas.”

“reg! how are you even joking about this. and no offence now, but you look awful. is that pus? god, it looks infected.”

“fun fact for you: healing charms have become part of my morning routine.”

“no that’s not a fu-” sirius interrupted himself, grabbing regulus’ wrist. “we’re going to the hospital wing.”

“what? no, i’ll be fine.”

“stop being so stubborn.”

“do you ever take your own advice?” regulus enquired, earning a glare from his brother.

“come on” sirius said harshly, throwing the cloak over the pair of them. “this way.”

“SIRIUS BLOODY BLACK!”

madam pomfrey left her office the moment she heard the door to the hospital wing open. she stopped suddenly when she saw sirius.

“if you bring one more injury into my ward, i will start charging you for bandages” she warned him.

sirius merely smiled before he thrust regulus at her. she looked the shorter, slighter boy up and down before guiding him over to an empty bed.

“i’ll be back in a minute.”

she reappeared less than forty seconds later, carrying a small vial and some cloth.

“you must know i can’t heal these properly; they’re magically invoked - they’ll be here forever” she said quietly as she started cleaning regulus’ largest wound. her eyebrows met as she looked between the two brothers. “how did you even get injuries like these? they’re incredibly deep and dark-natured i-”

she looked at sirius helplessly, the boy she’d attended to more than any other in her time at hogwarts.

“sirius, can i speak to you in my office for a minute please?”

setting down her cloth and antiseptic, madam pomfrey led the way to her office, turning back momentarily to see sirius mutter something indistinguishable to his brother who was tearing at him imploringly, begging him not to leave him alone.

sirius sat down in the chair opposite the matron and waited for her to start talking.

“sirius, you have to understand that these are horrific wounds the evidence of which will remain on your brother’s skin indefin-”

“not just his” sirius muttered.

“you-? minerva mentioned something but i- take off your shirt; let me see.”

in no position to argue, sirius turned his back on her, revealing a deep gash that ran the full length of his back.

“fuck” was all poppy pomfrey could manage. “holy fuck.”

sirius flinched as she began to inspect the pale, broken skin. blood oozed out slowly as she gently applied pressure.

“i need you to tell me how the two of you came to be so badly injured by such dark magic.”

the lack of eye contact made the conversation easier for sirius.

“our mother doesn’t really like either of us so err here we are.”

from his position on the hospital bed, regulus could see into the matron’s office. for the first time he saw the full extent of his brother’s injuries.

and suddenly it was all too much and he wanted out. out of what he didn’t exactly know, but he wanted out of whatever it was. grabbing james’ invisibility cloak, regulus ran through the castle corridors. surrounded by the comforting potter-y smell of ginger, regulus sprinted out of the double doors and didn’t stop.

#harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #the black brothers #hogwarts #marauders era

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Ok your nsfw HCs are so good now I’m curious about the mature questions XD

# 1, 4 and 15 for Dewsalyn Weblena n Dellumbra plz ^^

Alrighty! I've got time now, so let's go over these

1: How often do they have sex, if at all?

(Dewey/Gosalyn)

In truth, these two don't actually have much sex- at least, compared to the others on this list. This is largely thanks to Drake sitting them down and talking to them about it, because he actually understood how to reach them. Or how to reach Gosalyn, at least- out of the two, she's definitely more horny on a regular basis than Dewey is.

That's not to say that they don't have sex, though. They do, they're just the most 'respectful' of the bunch about it.

(Webby/Lena)

Oh they fuck.

They fuck a lot.

Out of the three groups, these two sleep together the most (and that is saying something, because Della is on this list). They fuck to the point that most people would assume they fuck 24/7- they don't, but Lena has learned time manipulation spells solely to allow them more time in the day to fuck without disrupting other activities.

I've come up with a little saying that I think goes around in the circles of those who date/have dated the Duck-McDucks, which is: 'The only thing more powerful than the McDucks' thirst for adventure is their libido.' As such, Webby is the more horny of the two between her and Lena.

Lena, however, is also just kind of a horny bastard as well, practically tied with Webby most days. That's why they take the number 1 spot of 'couple that fucks the most,' because Webby's a McDuck and Lena is constantly turned on by pretty much everything about her.

(Della/Penumbra)

Again- these two also fuck a lot. The only reason they don't take first place is because Penumbra is generally less horny/better at controlling it than most of the others. But even with that, it is a close second place. Pretty much all because of Della.

Della is extremely horny. If it was just her, she would top the charts no doubt. It is difficult to find her in a mood where she isn't DTF- and even more difficult to be unable to get her out of said 'not down to fuck' mood.

Penumbra is generally more reserved than her, but also she has a bit of a thing. A bit of a thing where, when Della's getting on her nerves, she has a tendency to want to fuck the lights out of her. And Della is more than happy to annoy the shit out of her until she does so.

4: Oddest place they'd have sex?

(Dewey/Gosalyn)

They can get fairly adventurous when they want to, but they will generally steer away from public spaces, or places that might be a little precarious.

...That being said, they do lose their virginity on Scrooge McDuck's bed, so. There is that.

(Webby/Lena)

Oddest place they'd have sex? A bed. Not entirely joking about that- the thing that makes it so odd of a place is that they almost never have sex in bed. They're very bad about that.

Now for the real answer, there is a difference between 'oddest' and 'most sacrilegious.' 'Oddest' would be somewhere in the Shadow Realm- they'll go there pretty often actually, it's a solid way to get out of the public at a moment's notice. They do have to deal with tulpas watching occasionally, though. (Not that they mind, really- Webby even finds it kinda hot.)

There was also the time on the chandelier in the dining room, which was very memorable for the two.

'Most sacrilegious,' though... I mean again, that one has some different answers too. Webby would consider sex in Beakley's bed the most sacrilegious, though they've also done it in the library, which is a close second. Lena would think that time they fucked behind a cargo box in the Sun Chaser -while Della was in the middle of flying it- would hold up pretty well.

The time they had sex in a church wouldn't cross either of their minds, despite being literally the most sacrilegious one they've done.

(Della/Penumbra)

But ultimately, these two take the cake, despite everything. Not only will they do it (pretty much) everywhere Webby and Lena have, but they've also done under the pilot's chair when Della was flying the plane, on the wing of the Sun Chaser, in the vault of the Money Bin, during a dinner (Della snuck under the table to eat Penny out while they were on a double date with Gibbous and Zenith, to which Penumbra returned the favor on a double date with Donald and Daisy and may have messed up whose Duck pussy was whose at first), and in the middle of a rave, once.

After all- Penumbra's instinct is to fuck Della until she can't even think anymore when she annoys her, and Della knows this and is always horny.

15: Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

(Dewey/Gosalyn)

These two are fairly open. Dewey is perfectly happy to encourage Gosalyn to have fun with others, and figure stuff out about herself. He trusts her, after all. Gosalyn is also happy for Dewey to explore stuff about himself, even if that doesn't include her. (So long as he comes back and tells her all about it, of course.)

It does take them a while to actually sit down and talk about it, though, so they're not exactly an open relationship. More of a 'they can't cheat on me because I don't give a shit!' mindset for both of them. Which isn't exactly how it works, but- eventually they do sit down and figure out lines and boundaries and whatnot. Eventually.

(Webby/Lena)

These two are much closer to closed, actually. I'll fully admit, I am a chronic multishipper, so I'm never actually going to say 'nope, they're strictly monogamous' for any ship, but Webby and Lena are as close as I'd get.

Webby really only wants to love Lena, and would never want to betray her trust. There's a lot of people she finds hot, of course (a lot of people- that girl has plenty of scenarios of her getting ravished by tons of different people), but she'd never act on it without Lena's express permission and also accompaniment.

And Lena is the most 'jealous' of the bunch here. She likes keeping Webby close, and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her either. So even though she's also got a ton of people she finds cute and would love to enjoy carnally (May and June, for one), she'd never do that without Webby's express permission.

...Now that all being said, they have both slept with other people before. Specifically, Gosalyn. They have invited her along as a third a couple times.

(Della/Penumbra)

These two are undeniably an open relationship. That is something that Della actually sat Penumbra down and talked to her about when things first started getting serious. If Penumbra had wanted, she would've stopped flirting/sleeping with other people- except for Selene. She and Selene were already sort of a thing (it's complicated) before Penumbra came along, and Della's relationship with Selene was non-negotiable (which was the standard for all of her 'hey this seems like it's actually serious' relationships).

Penumbra, thankfully, also didn't mind the idea of being an open relationship. Part of which was because of the culture of the moonlanders being different than earthlings, but ultimately Penumbra just didn't mind the idea of Della fucking and loving other people. She trusts her, and fully understands that she does not 'own' Della- she is her own person, and can do what she wishes.

Della is the most prolific when it comes to fucking other people between the two, but she does encourage Penumbra to sleep with other people at any chance she gets. She wants her to explore and have interesting times and know what it's like with others besides just herself.

And I tend to put Della and Penumbra both in a poly relationship with Selene as well, so as far as I'm concerned the two share each other with the goddess whenever she's around.

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Drag-On Dragoon

Once upon a time, there was a Dreamer who was cursed by a flower.

This Dreamer had six younger siblings, each of them cursed as well.

Fearful of their immense power, the Dreamer began hunting down his brothers, one by one…

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Well, this happens.

For people who haven’t know, the Drakengard series is a video game series and franchise that has sheer bleakness of the setting, cast full of anti-heroes, children and adults dying together and a what-the-fuck storyline. Basically, it is that type of series.

Inspired by the plotline of Drakengard 3, the dream details of my exploits in my attempts to kill off six of my brothers, born from my body through unknown means. Four of them are separated, while two of them are considered to be twins. All of them have dragons of their own, while they wield swords of different design and length. They are all flying around the world and maybe create some debauchery, so it is my job to hunt them down and kill every last one of them.

Three of my brothers are dead, as I have personally drive my dragon-infused blade into their flesh or getting burned by my dragon. Now, only three of them left, with those being the twins and my ditzy blondie brother.

With the last of the killing spree taking place in a half-preserved ruins of a large library made of marble, I ride in the air with my dark green dragon and chase around blondie with my sword ready. Dressed in leather jackets and pants, he rides in the air with his brown dragon while he is holding onto his spear with one hand.

He is the type of dude who never takes things seriously and enjoys everything in the face value and laughs with joy in everything he does. I pity him, as he is actually likable, but because he is born from my unstable powers and the universe of Drakengard hates people who are pure, kind and happy, he must die a violent death to ensure that the universe is sated by his blood.

Chasing him around through the various arches of the library’s ruins, I quickly got tired of blondie’s sounds of joy as I am aiming at my dragon to shoot a fireball in his face. Just as he is about to duck down, I shout my dragon to fire and he spits out a fast fiery projectile of molten material that it slams him and his dragon in the arch’s face, which also causes it to explode with enough power to kill him.

RIP Blondie. You live as you have died, having the time of your life that you have never felt this way before.

With the twins left, I quickly decide to take a more direct confrontation against them. Hoping off from my dragon companion and into a labyrinth-esque part of the ruins, I quickly kick open a door so that I can quickly run straight towards the twins.

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The interior of these particular parts of the ruins has a more pristine and marble-like appearance, as if parts of it remain intact. The twins would find this place to be lovely, where their pretty boy faces, white hair and muscular body would find this to be their perfect playing ground. The incestuous twins creep me out, especially due to how touchy they are that yaoi fangirls will start squealing like pigs. Despite this, they aren’t that bad, but I have to kill them to prevent their fearsome powers from becoming too much.

Eventually, I went to a room that looks like a cross of a living room and a small study room, with cream white carpet, white couches, a white marble coffee table, a television with just static, a white marble table with white marble chairs, some stacks of books and white marble shelves. The room is dark and dim, with only light coming from the television. The Twins were seen sitting in the table, surprised to see my appearance. Rather than going heads on to fight me, they quickly flee to the next room through a white wooden door before they lock it shut.

I would love to go and charge towards the Twins and slice off their heads. Before I proceed to the next part of my quest, a little object captures my eyes as I scan through the contents of the books. Many of them are thick, but the object that catches my eye is a small coloring book, drawing with the silhouettes in black and white, while coloring is added in a way similar to how a child is used to color things with crayons. The contents seem to be dark yet intriguing. I stash the book into my hyperdimensional storage for later book reading, especially since I notice on how grimdark it is, just like Drakengard.

#dream #dream journal #dream plot #drakengard #dragons #yaoi

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More Read Alikes: Book Lovers by Emily Henry

Nora Goes Off Script by Annabel Monaghan

Nora Hamilton knows the formula for love better than anyone. As a romance channel screenwriter, it's her job. But when her too-good-to work husband leaves her and their two kids, Nora turns her marriage's collapse into cash and writes the best script of her life. No one is more surprised than her when it's picked up for the big screen and set to film on location at her 100-year-old-home. When former Sexiest Man Alive, Leo Vance, is cast as her ne'er do well husband Nora's life will never be the same. The morning after shooting wraps and the crew leaves, Nora finds Leo on her porch with a half-empty bottle of tequila and a proposition. He'll pay a thousand dollars a day to stay for a week. The extra seven grand would give Nora breathing room, but it's the need in his eyes that makes her say yes. Seven days: it's the blink of an eye or an eternity depending on how you look at it. Enough time to fall in love. Enough time to break your heart. Filled with warmth, wit, and wisdom, Nora Goes Off Script is the best kind of love story - the real kind where love is complicated by work, kids, and the emotional baggage that comes with life. For Nora and Leo, this kind of love is bigger than the big screen.

Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman

When Laura Costello moves to Los Angeles, trying to escape an overprotective family and the haunting memories of a terrible accident, she doesn’t expect to be homeless after a week. (She’s pretty sure she didn’t start that fire - right?) She also doesn't expect to find herself adopted by a rogue bookseller, installed in a lovely but completely illegal boardinghouse, or challenged to save a losing trivia team from ignominy… but that’s what happens. Add a regretful landlady, a gorgeous housemate, and an ex-boyfriend determined to put himself back in the running and you’ll see why Laura isn’t really sure she’s cut out for this adulting thing. Luckily for her, her new friends Nina, Polly, and Impossibly Handsome Bob aren't sure either, but maybe if they put their heads (and hearts) together, they’ll be able to make it work for them.

Flying Solo by Linda Holmes

Smarting from her recently cancelled wedding and about to turn forty, Laurie Sassalyn returns to her Maine hometown of Calcasset to handle the estate of her great-aunt Dot, a spirited adventurer who lived to be ninety. Along with boxes of Polaroids and pottery, a mysterious wooden duck shows up at the bottom of a cedar chest. Laurie's curiosity is piqued, especially after she finds a love letter to the never-married Dot that ends with the line, "And anyway, if you're ever desperate, there are always ducks, darling." Laurie is told that the duck has no financial value. But after it disappears under suspicious circumstances, she feels compelled to figure out why anyone would steal a wooden duck - and why Dot kept it hidden away in the first place. Suddenly Laurie finds herself swept up in a righteous caper that has her negotiating with antiques dealers and con artists, going on after-hours dates at the local library, and reconnecting with her oldest friend and first love. Desperate to uncover her great-aunt's secrets, Laurie must reckon with her past, her future, and ultimately embrace her own vision of flying solo.

The Roughest Draft by Emily Wibberley and Austin Siegemund-Broka

Three years ago, Katrina Freeling and Nathan Van Huysen were the brightest literary stars on the horizon, their cowritten books topping bestseller lists. But on the heels of their greatest success, they ended their partnership on bad terms, for reasons neither would divulge to the public. They haven't spoken since, and never planned to, except they have one final book due on contract. Facing crossroads in their personal and professional lives, they're forced to reunite. The last thing they ever thought they'd do again is hole up in the tiny Florida town where they wrote their previous book, trying to finish a new manuscript quickly and painlessly. Working through the reasons they've hated each other for the past three years isn't easy, especially not while writing a romantic novel. While passion and prose push them closer together in the Florida heat, Katrina and Nathan will learn that relationships, like writing, sometimes take a few rough drafts before they get it right.

#fiction #contemporary romance #bookrecs #book recommendations #reading recommendations #library books #TBR pile #tbr #to read #booklr #book lovers #readalikes

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The Soap Box Derby Kids Chapter Two: So Cool

Chapter One: Smile

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Sam Carter, Evan Lorne, Acastus Kolya

Rating: G

Word Count: 2016

Tags: AU, Kids, Secrets, Sneaking Out, Soap Box Derby, Minor Violence, Bullying, Reference to Depression & Anxiety, Friendship, Alternate Universe - The Soap Box Derby Kids

Note: Ages: John, Evan: 9 | Radek, Rodney, Sam: 10 | Kolya: 12

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John climbed in through Evan’s window and slid into his desk chair, propping his feet up on Evan’s beanbag. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, staring at the poster of Farrah Fawcett on the back of Evan’s door.

He’d started skipping out of the library and heading to Evan’s house three times a week. His fists tightened, Father would never approve. Would rather shelter him from this kind of life.

But not Evan. John relaxed. No, Evan opened the door and pulled him straight into the unknown, and John learned that there was a lot he didn’t know. Luckily, Evan obliged him with whole hearted enthusiasm.

He'd played Pong and Computer Space. Evan let him borrow his comics, he learned about Hulk, Spider-man, and Batman. Let him read his books, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Tom Sawyer, and The Princess Bride. Evan showed him ScoobyDoo, Fantastic Four, and Speed Racer. Taught him about Surfing and Skateboarding, battleship, and monopoly.

John devoured it all.

He was discovering a few things about himself as well. Evan thought he was funny. He liked being funny, liked smiling in all its forms. Smirking and grinning, small and broad, cocky and warmhearted. His face made all sorts of animated expressions now. Being this new self had him feeling calmer, boneless, and free.

This new John enjoyed running fast and rolling around in the dirt. Loved climbing trees and jumping off high places. Catching newts in the river and throwing mud. Screaming his lungs out as he ran through a field at top speed.

He had to force himself not to slouch at home, not to smile. Force himself to put his hair in its perfect shape and dress in his stiff clothes. He wanted messy hair and dirt beneath his nails. He longed to wear the jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes hidden beneath his bed. But it was okay, he could be fake John at home. It was worth it as long as he had this.

John snapped up as Evan pushed the door open fast, the knob slamming into the already dented wall. His eyes were sparkling as he waved an object around excitedly.

John’s eyes widened as he stared at the videocassette clutched in Evan’s hand.

"What’s that?"

Evan grinned and smacked it on the table. “You’re going to like this.”

John grinned back and flicked the tv on, his hands shaking as he put the tape in. Evan had never failed him, he always knew what John would love, the kid seeing something in him enough to gauge his tastes, tastes he didn’t even realize he had. This had to be a good one too, Evan hadn’t been this excited since Star Trek.

The video started and his mouth gaped, “Whoa.”

It was love at first sight.

“It’s called The Soap Box Derby,” Evan said. He pulled another chair close, their shoulders pressing together, “Cool, right?”

John’s eyes were riveted to the colorful, bullet-shaped cars racing down a hill. Elongated axles between disc wheels spinning so fast it made him dizzy. The kids ducked their heads. The cars whipped down faster. His heart slammed as a red one took the lead, the crowd on the sides screaming and hollering. The car practically flying as the kid took first.

“So, cool.” He breathed.

#sga #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #john sheppard #radek zelenka #sam carter #evan lorne #acastus kolya #Alternate universe #soap box derby #the soap box derby kids #fanfic #myfic #twotalesff #I love my little AU #it makes me so happy

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The Warrior of the Moon Chapter 20: Fresh scars

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We spent 5 days in the makeshift infirmary until Aaron was finally able to have contact with Sharlayan and a friend of his so that he could help us return to the island, during which time the healers checked on me every few hours and helped me receive therapy to to keep my body moving, every time they touched my feet, my whole leg hurt up to my head, but thanks to healing spells and medicine the pain could be tolerated for a few bells.

I wasn’t used to seeing all the wounded around me, some were moved and others remained, there were few who had minor injuries and could leave only with a small prescription for medicines and potions. It was really a bitter thing to see all this, and I really wished I would never touch another nursing in my life once I fully recovered my health.

As dawn fell upon us on the 6th day, we took a carriage with other patients to be transferred to different parts of the three city states, my brothers bought a wheelchair to help me move easily as we made our way to Limsa Lominsa to take the boat to Sharlayan.

While waiting for news, I looked at the sky, there isn’t a single cloud in sight, I could only see the beautiful blue extending as far as the eye could see, but I couldn’t get rid of that strange feeling in my chest, in which I still remembered the red sky and the fragments of Dalamud falling like meteorites over Eorzea, there was something in that sky that... It was familiar and terrifying.

I ducked my head and shook it, trying to get the thought away, but that wasn't all I was worried about; I remember that before I fell unconscious that day, everything turned bright blue like the sky, and I could swear I heard a voice...

I looked up at the sky again, vaguely hoping to hear that voice again, but there was nothing, I could only hear the ocean water and the seagulls flying nearby. But not the voice I heard that day.

When we returned home to Sharyalan, Aaron received a letter from the Forum requesting his presence, I assumed it was for disobeying the city rules and leaving the island without consent. Adrien and I tried to support our brother as best we could when we waited for him outside the gates. Then we watched as he came out and approached us, sighing in relief, as if all that time he had been holding something in his chest that he had finally been able to let go.

That night Adrien offered to cook, but Aaron kept insisting that he continue to rest due to his injuries, the two argued in the kitchen for a while until finally they both decided to cook together and Adrien would only assist him with things that didn’t require much effort, but from his perspective, his brother was exaggerating a bit about his health condition.

When we were both finally able to recover, Adrien returned to Gridania to continue working as a soldier; He promised to send letters more regularly as well as more visits, he only asked us not to be impatient, because Eorzea had suffered a lot of damage from the Calamity.

Instead, the Forum called me as soon as I could stand on my own feet, also with the same intention of scolding me for having abandoned my job and the island without prior notice when permission to travel directly to Eorzea wasn’t being given to the Citizens, my punishment for my recklessness was to work overtime to make up for the days I missed and during that time they also lowered my salary. This, according to them, would be enough punishment to make me reflect on my actions of getting involved in other people's affairs. They promised to restore my normal salary once my period of attending overtime ended.

They left me no choice but to reluctantly accept this. But if I thought twice, that was a better option than being forced to leave the island. During that time, I spent long hours working in the library, recording, reviewing content, and reorganizing scroll information. There were days when I had to stay inside to sleep while I continued working, and only went out to rest for a few hours and take showers. On some nights, Aaron came alone to give me dinner for the day and lent me some blankets so I wouldn't get cold.

One early morning when I returned from buying a coffee at The Last Stand, I heard the murmur of some students in the hallways between the shelves of books.

¨ Have you heard about that rumor is true?¨ The voice of a young boy sounded.

¨Which one? You know there are many rumors flying around on the island, be more specific.¨ This time it was the voice of a girl with a high pitch.

¨Do you remember that one of the most recognized archons of Sharlayan, Louisoix Leveilleur, left the island to help the land of Eorzea? ¨

Hearing Mr. Leveilleur's name made my ears perk up and listen more closely to what was happening.

"Ah yes, I heard that he was involved during the appearance of the primals and in the events of the Calamity." The voice of another young man was heard, but with a critical tone.

¨Well you see... The archon Louisoix Leveilleur... Died during the Calamity ¨ The youngest boy finally said and the others around him were heard gasping in disbelief at the news.

I felt a sudden leap in my heart at the news, when I was in Gridania I briefly met Mr. Leveilleur, but he was very kind to me and gave me advice when I wanted to get closer to my brother. I couldn't believe that he...

¨I-It must be a mistake! Stop joking like that Neoport!¨ The girl responded, her voice sounded trembling, I couldn't distinguish if she was afraid or if she was doing her best to deny that the news was true.

“I'm not joking Trisha!” Neoport sounded nervous too. ¨I heard that Elder Seedseer found the archon's broken staff after the Battle of Carteneau!¨

¨Do you mean the Tupsimati?!¨ Said the other man.

“The same one.” Neoport continued and talked about the details about the magic staff, but by that time, I had already moved away from them and took a seat in my work corner where I had left the most recent book record.

I sighed to myself... And suddenly I felt more tired than I had been in days. I couldn't believe that Mr. Leveilleur died that day... Although the only thing I knew about him was what everyone else did, I felt bad thinking that, in his last moments of life, he was far from his loved ones... For a cause he believed in with his heart.

How could his family take the news?...

I shook my head and looked at the paper with the record again... But I only looked at the paper for a few seconds until my head clicked on a detail.

It is assumed that the adventurers who were so close to the Calamity in the Battle of Carteneau could no longer be remembered due to their presence at the event, the leaders and certain people stayed away... But it took them a while to find the staff and survivors...

I ran my fingers to grab the bridge of my nose, scolding myself for thinking about such a possibility when I didn't even have enough evidence, I couldn't even understand what were the factors that made some people disappear from others' memories... But if that were the case... Then why haven't we forgotten the existence of Mr. Leveilleur?

I tried again to force myself to remember the adventurer I met in my short period in Gridania, I had been trying to remember them for days, but nothing came to my mind, it was as if I saw a white spot in my memories and I couldn't even see their body or hear their voice. I remembered some words, but it didn't seem like they were mine, but like someone else's, like they had been that adventurer's...

The more I thought about it made me feel dizzy, when I looked up, I started to see how everything was spinning around me, and the next thing I remembered was that everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a place I had seen before, Bentbranch Meadows, I was sitting and in front of me there was a light, as if someone should be there, suddenly, I saw words floating in the air coming out of that light, but these evaporated so quickly that I could barely read some parts.

¨...great stories, of heroes who fought to protect the world from great threats... great villains... living great adventures, exploring new lands and facing new challenges... helping those in need, extending a helping hand or words of comfort...¨

I stretched out my hand to try to reach the words, but they escaped from my hands, and then more words appeared, again and again more appeared. I tried to move and reach the light that was in front of me, but for some strange reason, my feet seemed to have anchored to the ground, I wasn’t able to move and I could only watch as the words of that light evaporated into the air.

¨... different stories... and... if there were people like them, the world could be a better place... share kindness... strength... protect what we hold dear...¨

I felt the anxiety to reach those words, I was sure that they were important, and I felt helpless that I couldn’t reach them... While that light spoke, more words were missing and less coherence they had.

¨... pain... helplessness... contempt... abandon... hope... they supported each other¨

Please... Don't let me forget you...

¨ ... just stories... don't give up... better day.¨ ¨

I felt my tears overflowing, desperate to reach them, my body moving away and their light fading into the air until nothing remained. But when everything around me began to turn dark, a single phrase of words manifested in front of me, full of light...

“I want to make a difference and I want to help those who need it.”

I woke up abruptly with a cry of surprise, with cold sweat on my forehead and on my bed at home. Which seemed really unusual to me, because... The last thing I remembered was being in the Noumenon when I was listening to the conversation of those students...

I touched the sheets that covered me between my hands, feeling the texture of the fabric between my fingers made me understand that I wasn’t dreaming; I looked up at the glass ceiling of my room to determine what time it was, by the position of the sun... It was already more than noon.

I ran out of bed and washed my face, readjusted my clothes and brushed my hair. When I went down the stairs to leave, I saw how the door opened earlier and Aaron entered, with a surprised expression when he saw me standing and adjusting my coat.

¨I have to go Aaron, if I go right now I'll probably be able to complete my day and I'll take more overtime...¨

“Calm down Destiny, they gave you the day off” Aaron said, raising his hand to stop me when I tried to walk past him.

I blinked a couple of times, unable to understand how that was possible, especially since my punishment given by the Forum required that I be responsible with my work attendance and punctual, only then would they consider that I had fulfilled my punishment.

¨How?... ¨ I asked trying to formulate words.

Aaron sighed and when he closed the door I noticed that he was carrying a paper bag in his arms and my nose could detect a delicious aroma coming from the bag.

"You fainted at work" Aaron said and walked towards the stairs further down, he shook his head in my direction, making me understand that he was asking me to follow him.

¨Some students found you unconscious on the floor and called a healer. They called me shortly after they found you and the healer told me that fatigue and high levels of stress were probably the reason you collapsed.¨

Aaron and I arrived at the kitchen and dining room of the house, he opened a chair and asked me to sit down. When I approached the table, my brother sat in front of me and began to open the paper bag; taking out two metal containers and freshly baked bread wrapped in paper.

I finally took my seat when my nose detected what was inside the metal containers, my ears fluttered happily on my head, waiting impatiently.

Aaron realized this and got up to pick up some plates to serve the contents on them. Once he opened the metal container, that was when I realized that my nose correctly detected the food. Chicken and mushrooms, one of my favorite dishes.

“I took the liberty of going to Last Stand to order this for both of us, and I brought a set of extra vegetables to accompany the dish” Aaron said as he brought the plate towards me with cutlery and more vegetables included.

Even though I have little affection for vegetables, I considered my situation twice before saying anything, I really needed to eat something better, especially since I had passed out while working.

¨When you finish you will eat some fruit and rest, tomorrow you will be able to work again.¨ Aaron said as he unwrapped the freshly baked bread from the paper, the smell of the bread made me feel like my mouth was drooling; In addition to the fish, meat and sweets, I really loved smelling the freshly baked bread.

¨Have I told you how much I love you brother?¨ I said to Aaron smiling when I took some bread for myself.

"Don't let Adrien listen to you or his heart will break." Aaron said in a serious tone, but I could make out a small smile on his lips when he bit into the bread.

For a few minutes we were eating in silence, but then I remembered that Aaron probably did have to go back to work, and I looked up slightly at a clock we have near the kitchen, where I could see that he has just under 10 minutes left until his break time ends.

"Brother" I said trying to get his attention.

He just made a sound, letting me know that he was paying attention to me.

¨Why did they give me the day off? I mean, they could have just given me medicine so I could continue working¨. I was really confused, after all the rules of the Forum are so strict that I really doubt they wanted to give me special treatment at this point.

"Because I insisted" Aaron responded.

My eyes widened when I heard this.

¨When you were temporarily transferred to an infirmary, a member of the Forum introduced himself.¨ Aaron putdown his plate and got up to wash his hands."It wasn't a pleasant conversation, but to sum it up, I reflected my displeasure at the punishment they gave you considering that little time had passed since you recovered from your injuries."

Aaron turned off the water but stood there with his back to me.

¨They were inconsiderate and that bothered me a lot...¨

At this moment I didn't know what to think, for years Aaron had always followed the orders of the members of the Forum without question, much less raising his voice at one of them, because he has always been a man who stuck to the rules. But at this moment, when he turned his back on me and told me all this... He had fought a lot for me, but this would also cause him problems; How did he feel about it? I couldn't say it as he turned his back to me and his tone of voice sounded as firm as ever.

¨Although the healer pointed out that you needed to rest for 3 days, the Forum only allowed you to rest for today, so, as a measure for you to continue working, they decided to prescribe certain medications and a note of recommendation for you to eat Archon Loaf¨

I grimaced at the mention of the Archon Loaf and Aaron turned to look at me just in time for me to make this gesture.

¨Don't make that face, Archon Loaf has good nutrients that can help you at this time, you will recover faster this way¨ He insisted.

"The reason I didn't want to enter the Studium was because of that, brother" I pointed out in a disgusted tone.

¨I know and I made it clear that I will not ask you to enter the Studium if you don't want to, but you must eat the Archon Loaf so that you can recover, not to mention that it is an order from both the healer and the Forum so that you can continue attending your work schedule.¨

I sighed heavily in disgust, but gave in to the idea that I had already caused too much trouble in so few weeks, so I resigned myself to having to endure eating those slices of cardboard-flavored bread as my punishment ended.

“I have to go, I have to get back to work” Aaron said as he left the kitchen and approached the table.

"You better be in bed sound asleep when I come back." Aaron caressed my head, even if he spoke to me in a firm and rough tone, I knew that he was not doing it out of malice, but that this was his way of worrying about me.

“Understood boss” I said, trying not to sound rude or sarcastic. But Aaron just looked at me out of the corner of his eye as he went up the stairs and I heard him start to take some things from his room before leaving through the front door of the house.

After cleaning and eating some fruit for myself, I decided to go to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Especially since I had already spent several nights working overtime without being able to sleep at my usual time. I ran a few fingers along the bridge of my nose, my tail wagging agitatedly under the covers, reflecting my uneasiness and discomfort. Even looking at the glass ceiling to see the sky didn't calm me down.

I kept thinking about that dream I had when I passed out... And about the missing people. I even questioned if the Forum had any explanation for this event but I couldn't think of anything about it, not even they were present at the event, but at least if they should have reports about the events of that day. Also... They should consider the factors in case there was any anomaly for those who disappeared...

I moved out of bed again and again, restless before new possibilities... When night fell, I had already given up analyzing this problem, because in the end, I don’t have evidence or more information about the case, the only thing I could do was let the real investigators see for it. But I couldn't just leave it aside... Not when I forgot someone.

I got out of bed, already tired of playing with the sheets, I took the ladder near my bed and placed it on the wall, carefully I began to climb to open one of the windows of the crystalline ceiling and rest my arms on the stone right to one side of the glass to get out, however, touching the cold stone with my feet gave me a terrible chill throughout my body and I felt the pain return for a few seconds. Fortunately for me, I managed to maintain my balance and walk on the cold stone of the roof of the house.

I took a seat in a comfortable place on top of the semicircular building, and looked at the stars and the moon, although I was already used to the cold nights of Sharlayan, the stone on the surface made the cold more intense. But still, I didn't want to move from my place.

Unlike my room, which only allows me to see a fragment of the sky, going out here allowed me to have a complete view, perhaps... I hoped that the sky would have the answer I was looking for, but I only found the constellations and stars shining with different colors in the distance.

Seeing the sky like that reminded me a little of the dream I had before waking up in the infirmary during my time in Gridania, there was light and darkness, stars and voices... I had never experienced anything like that before, and I didn't understand who those were from. voices.

But... I couldn't forget the words I heard in these dreams...

For those who follow my story punctually, I didn't have the opportunity to publish the new chapter on the designated days due to events beyond my control. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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