#god this is when I wish I had an iPad so I could do it probably now rather than just a thumbnail for when I can next sit at my computer

[leviiackrman]

when your work meeting is so boring you doodle chibi Rin x Dabi…

#personal* #jess talks #otp: that’s hot (literally) #I’ve wanted to draw all my ocs in a cute chibi style for ages #so I did a little scene of her looking down at him from on a wall and his flipping her the bird lmao #it’s really cuuutttteeee #now I wanna draw the rest of them!!! #god this is when I wish I had an iPad so I could do it probably now rather than just a thumbnail for when I can next sit at my computer #low-key aiming to save up so I can buy myself an iPad #cus boi do I need one #i wanna draw constantly but I can’t when it’s at my computer #anyway they’re super cute and I wanna keep drawing them like that

[nwjws]

when you break something important to him - yjw 🎐

; pairing - idol!jungwon x gf!reader

; synopsis - you didn't mean to break jungwon's ipad, and he didn't mean to let all his stress and anger out on you.

; tags - fluff, angst? one shot, ; warnings - swearing, jungwon gets pretty mad, but he also ends up begging for your forgiveness, not proofread so there may be typos/grammar errors and other things i missed

; wc - 2.1k

; author's corner! this was requested! not my best work, but i hope u enjoy! :)

you're in deep shit.

staring at the broken screen of your boyfriend's ipad, you know you're in trouble.

with jungwon's schedule packed with practice and shows, you decided you wanted him to come back to a clean and tidy home. so you used the spare key he'd given you to enter the boy's dorms and do them a favour.

upon opening the door, you were met by the sight of clothes spread around the floor, piled on top of each other. unwashed dishes sat in the sink, and- is that a receipt from something sunghoon bought two months ago?

yeah, you had your work cut out for you.

taking a deep breath in, you mentally prepare yourself for the next hour or two.

you got through it though, and seeing the place get cleaner made you feel proud of yourself. it's like the dorms suddenly increased in space, with the lack of clothes and displaced furniture littering the rooms.

you only had to polish the surfaces though. so you'd been wiping the dining table absent mindedly, thinking about how jungwon would react once he saw the place. maybe you could even pull a few kisses out of him.

but you should have paid more attention, and you would have noticed his ipad sitting on the side of the table.

the device fell to the tiled floor with a loud crack, having fallen on its corner before flopping onto it's screen. you'd knocked it off the edge.

a gasp escapes you, and you quickly knelt down to inspect the damage.

the corner had been scratched, the damage seeping into black at the corner of the actual screen. a crack striked through the screen, and colourful lines lit up rather than the lockscreen when you turned it on.

god, how did it even manage to get that bad? you hadn't thought the fall was that bad at first. clearly you made a misjudgment.

panic seized through you as you realised how important the device was to your boyfriend, using it in his practices almost every day. and now it was sitting in your hands, broken and unusable.

your hear the door unlock and voices filtering in.

perfect timing, you groan in your head.

"oh- y/n?" you hear jungwon's voice shout in surprise, the happiness in his voice making you apprehensive.

"hi..." you greet him weakly, trying to hide the broken ipad behind your back.

"wow, you cleaned up the place?" riki gasped. "it's amazing!"

"i wish i had a girlfriend who'd do this for me," heeseung chuckles, placing his bag on the table.

"oh my god, what's this?" you hear sunoo gasp from behind you.

you quickly spin around, turning to look at him, while the device stayed behind your back. you and the boy stare at each other with wide eyes, and you're about to say something, when jungwon speaks up.

"y/n... what happened here?"

only then do you realise that you'd forgotten jungwon was right behind you after turning to face sunoo.

"i... accidentally knocked it off the table..." you admit hesitantly. "it happened just before you guys entered."

"ah..." jungwon sighed, taking the ipad from your hands.

you gulped as you watched him check the device, before deeming it completely useless, seeing as it couldn't even show the screen.

he gave heeseung a look, who then signalled the others to go to their rooms. they didn't want to see their leader angry after a long and tiring day on stage.

"look at this... do you even realise how stupid that was? how am i supposed to practice tomorrow?" jungwon says to you, pinching his nose bridge.

"i know... i'm so sorry. i should have been more careful."

"yeah you have! i just wanted to come home and rest today, you know? but now i have something else to deal with after a busy day."

"i'll buy you a new one," you offer.

"no, i just- i don't want to talk about this right now. not to you," he shakes his head and turns away, opening his phone to text his manager. "it might have been better if you never came in the first place."

you're shocked. you understood that he had a tiring day dancing - that's why you wanted to try and lift some weight off his shoulders. but is he seriously disregarding your own efforts?

"are you being for real right now?"

"yes i am, why wouldn't i be?" he challenged. "i just spent all day on stage, using up all my energy, and i come home just wanting to sleep but instead i have another problem to deal with?!"

"i just wanted to help you!"

"i didn't need your help! it did less for me than you thought," he shouts.

"you aren't the only one working your ass off all day! i also have my own job, and still decided to go here straight after to clean up the dorm - which, by the way, was so messy?! it's like you guys don't know how to clean up after yourself."

"you know we don't have time! isn't that why you wanted to help?"

"oh, so you're twisting my words on me now, huh? i spent two hours cleaning the floors, the dishes, i even washed the clothes just laying around! you seriously didn't have enough time in your packed schedule to just put a piece of clothing back in your closet? you just let it pile up like garbage!" you huffed out.

"if you're just gonna shout at me, leave! you know how much this is going to set me back? if you didn't break my ipad i could easily do my work with no problem," he yells at you.

"i can't believe you right now. you're letting a stupid device - which i obviously broke by accident allow you to ignore everything else i did? to get in between us?" you stare at him with exasperation in your voice. you want to cry, and it physically hurts having to stop the sobs from escaping your throat.

"what?" his tone shifts from an angry to a more dejected one.

"i know your ipad is important, and i had planned to get you a new one because of it. i just wanted to take a burden off your back. but if i'm clearly not doing enough, then i guess i wasted my time here."

you pick up your own belongings and make your way towards the exit.

"wait-" he grabs your wrist, but you shake him off.

"i'm leaving, like you asked. sleep well jungwon, you clearly need it."

.

jungwon hadn't left you any missed calls or texts the next day. and you hadn't really expected him to.

in your time dating him, you had learned that it was best to give him some time to process things. then you'd start pestering him to talk about it after a day or so - you two always came out of your arguments stronger this way.

by the time his first attempt at talking to you again came - a call at 10pm, of all times - you decided. decided that you wouldn't make this easy for him, not when he made it hard for you the other night.

so you ignored the call. sat and stared at your screen, waiting for him to stop.

when he did, you turned your phone off and watched some new series on your tv until you fell asleep peacefully.

the next morning, you woke up and found that your boyfriend had tried to call you five more times, but went right to voicemail since your phone was off. you also received the 20 messages he had sent.

still, you resisted the urge to reply, and went off to the store.

again, jungwon tried calling you throughout the day, when he presumably had breaks during practice. every time your phone lit up and rang that familiar tone, your fingers itched to press answer and accept his apology and offer for a date out on the town. but you persisted in your resolve to keep him on his toes. he's going to have to grovel for your forgiveness.

after picking out a new ipad, you paid and left the store with the box in your hands. you fished your phone out of your pocket and finally turned your phone off again, so his incessant calls would stop disturbing your peaceful shopping (read: everyone was giving you weird looks for not answering the ringing of your phone).

someone should give you an award for not giving into your strong urges to do so.

looking at the time, you think jungwon's probably leaving practice now. no doubt he'd find you soon, if he wasn't already on the way.

is it unfair? you ask yourself, but you know the answer is no. jungwon had been completely unreasonable during the argument. you understood he was tired and how important the tablet was to him, but it didn't give him an excuse to overlook everything else you did. to shout at you like that, over something stupid like a cracked screen, none the less.

okay... maybe it was more than a cracked screen. you should apologise for it again.

"y/n!" ah, there he is.

you turn to see the face of your lovely boyfriend, who's been chasing you all day.

"jungwon." he ran up to you, panting, but not giving himself time to breathe when he took your hands in his.

"please, y/n. i'm sorry, really," he started, staring at you with those wide, beautiful eyes. "i know i was harsh, and it was stupid. you did so much for me, a big favour, and i had the audacity to react like that. over an ipad!" he laughed.

"i'm literally the biggest idiot on earth. in the whole universe. you're amazing, you know? i feel like you give me way more than i give back to you. so i want to show you how sorry i am.

"let's go watch the latest movie at the cinema tomorrow. it's on me. and then, i'll ask for some time off so we can go to that butterfly garden 20 minutes away - i'll try to catch some for you. not that they'd be as pretty as you, though."

you watched as he gradually lowered to his knees, looking up at you with pleading eyes. you quickly pulled him back up, shaking your head.

"don't- don't beg for my forgiveness," you sigh. "i understand. i'm sorry too, for breaking your ipad. so i got you this-" you handed him the bag that held his new ipad. his jaw dropped as he took it from you, gaping back at you.

"thank you..." he trailed off softly. in disbelief.

"this doesn't mean i forgive you just yet, though," you harrumphed. "you'll have to work harder. that butterfly garden does sound nice."

jungwon smiled and followed as you began walking away, arms folded.

"i'll bring you to that cat cafe downtown," he said, trying to take your hand in his, but you refused.

"even if you're allergic to them?"

"i'll just take my meds," he shrugged nonchalantly. "as long as you're happy. i know you love their little calico."

you gasp, remembering the adorable cat from the cafe. "i miss him so much! can we go now?"

"you have your own cat! me!" he pouted, going in front of you to stop you.

"well, it seems like my 'own kitty's' been misbehaving," you rolled your eyes playfully.

"i know, i know! i'm sorry. i'll bring you there right now."

jungwon called for a driver, who picked you two up and dropped you off at the cat cafe.

you failed to keep your snickers to yourself as you watched him sit in your booth, sniffing and rubbing at his (now red) nose, while you played with the cute little cats.

the corners of your mouth tug upward when you see him open the case you had bought, which you had customised at the store to have your lipstick stains all over it. he immediately ran to you and snaked his arms around your waist, hoisting you up into the air, and spinning you around while shouting 'thank you, i love you'.

"i love you too," you laugh as you kiss him on the cheek, leaving another mark on his face, identical to those on his new ipad's case.

; perm taglist - @lovelovelovebts

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[gayoticevil]

Work From Home | Micah Yujin 18+

This is an 18 + Fic DNI if underage. 

MC is AFAB and uses they/them pronouns. Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink and under-desk assistance ;)

Micah really should have thought through when he was coming to visit you, after all you still had to work. Maybe he will learn his lesson, or not.

Cross-Posted to AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40440939

There you are sitting at your desk, typing away trying to get through the day as fast as possible to go hang out with your boyfriend. Poor thing has been basically scratching at your door desperate for some attention, though it's his own damn fault since he decided to come visit you without checking your schedule.

“Aaaangellllll~,,,” you hear a muffled whine from behind your door. “I’m so bored, and lonely, and cooooollldddddddd… please are you sure I can't come cuddle while you're working?...”

You sigh, it sounds frustrated but god are you absolutely endeared by this boy. You finally hit enter and save your progress so far before putting yourself on a break and opening the door for your poor poor boyfriend.

“Micah Yujin…” you growl, though not making any attempt to hide the dumb grin on your face when you see him sitting beside the doorframe with his knees to his chest looking up at you. He looks so sweet, you run your hands through his hair, taking care not to tug too hard on any knots or tangles that may be present.

“Aw,,, Baby,,,” you cooed, squatting down beside him. “You should have thought this through better my little idiot-”

Your hand makes its way from the top of his head to his cheek.

“-but god i wish i could just be with you right now, unfortunately being a sugar baby isn't on the table for me right now.” You give him a kiss on the forehead and stand back up.

Micah sulked a little as you moved away from him, his golden eyes following your every move.

“I do have an idea though. I tell you what, if you behave for the rest of today i'll have a surprise for you tomorrow while i’m at work.”

He grins up at you, his sharp little canines poking at his lips. “But what if I want to be bad, Angel?” a glint of mischief shining through that tone of voice.

You raise an eyebrow at him “You? The Micah Yujin? Have a naughty streak? No way” You feign disbelief and start to cross the threshold back into your room. Before you're able to reach for the door he grabs your wrist.

“Uh well,,, what if i uhhh,,,” You can see the cogs whirring around in his pretty little head as he tries to think of some reason or way to be with you for the rest of your shift. You smile and wait for him “What if I grab some pillows and just draw with you beside your desk! I'll be quiet I promise and we can maybe chat between calls?”

“Hm,” You cock your head at him “you want to just sit on the floor beside me while i work?”

He nods furiously. He has a point, it's not like there's any reason why he can't sit in there while you work, you take the occasional call but as long as he behaves and isn't on camera during any meetings it's fine,,, right? Honestly you can't say no to that face either.

“Alright, but you better behave!” He laughs and grins, flashing those cute little canines again before rushing off, grabbing his ipad, some pillows and a blanket from your bedroom.

He settles down beside your desk, leaning up against the wall and bundled up in a blanket. You return back to work. As the hours pass by you feel him slowly inch closer and closer as he now leaning on your legs. You look down to see him doodling away at some more silly little emotes for the server.

‘,,,god you are so perfect,,,’ you say under your breath, slowly running your hands through his hair once again, your nails running circles over his head. You can feel him lean into the scritches and let out a little hum. “Does that mean I'm behaving then Angel?”

You can't help but laugh, he sounded so genuine. “You have been so good my little idiot,,, so good.” He looks up at you, his eyes poking out just above his yellow tinted glasses. You can see that spark of mischief come back again. “,,,Do I get a reward?~”

“Your reward is being allowed in here while i'm working, now don't spoil it~” you give him a quick peck on the head before turning back to your laptop. You hear him pout then shuffle a bit, not taking too much mind of how exactly he moved until you feel a soft chomp on your thigh.

“Micah!” you look down at him again, on his knees still softly biting down on you. “Micah please, im almost finished for the day” he grins up at you. “Okay, okay~ Ill behave,,,”

You start to get back into the swing of working again and maybe 20 mins pass until you hear micah move again, this time under your desk. You brush it off as him getting restless until you feel a hand on your knee moving it to the side and a soft kiss on your thigh. Instantly your cheeks flush red and you let out a gasp “Hey! What,,, What are you doing down there?”

You slide back in your chair just enough to see his grin and almost glowing yellow eyes from under your desk. “I, Angel, am getting my reward~” and he grabs the bottom of the chair pulling you back in towards him. “After all ive been sooooo good”

You feel his hands again on your thighs spreading your legs and leading a trail of kisses up further and further stopping right before he gets to the waistband of your pants, tugging on them and looking up at you expectantly. You can't help but to do exactly what he wants, you stand up from your chair, remove your pants for him. “Aww thank you Angel~ now sit back down.” and that you do.

He grabs your hips to get you to sit on the edge of your chair, you can't focus any longer so you exit all your work programs and shut your laptop in a hurry. Micah wastes no time in getting his reward, placing his lips on your clit, licking and rolling his tongue, making you gasp and moan under his touch. Sure the split and piercing look cool but god do they feel even better.

One of your hands grips the arm of the chair and the other makes its way back down to Micah's hair, tangling with your fingers. You feel him slip a digit into you and after a moment another, causing your grip on his hair to tighten and the moan that escapes micah almost makes him vibrate on you.

“God,,, this feels,,, fuck” you cant even get a decent sentance out but honestly thats all he needed, he knows hes doing great. He continues, getting messier and almost erratic with his movements against you. Your hips moving and rocking against him in the same rhythm, your back arched and your head all the way back. All you can do is moan out noises and heavy breaths.

Micah has pulled his head away just to look up at you, licking your juices from his lips and soaking in your perfect body. He continues with his fingers inside you, using his thumb to rub shapes on your clit as he becomes absolutely enamored with the way your chest rises as you gasp and breathe and the way your hips move and buck with his movements.

“God Angel,, looks like i'm not the only one enjoying my reward huh~” he teases you, a hand tracing its way up from your hip to your waist and under your shirt to your chest. “You look so good like this,,,” he can't help to be in love with every movement you make and god every noise drove him crazy.

“Ahh fuck,,, Micah,,, i’m-” He felt your walls squeeze around his fingers and your hips buck up towards him, lifting yourself off the chair, your legs quacking about to give out and thats when he gently moves his hand away from you. You let out a whine, it feels borderline pathetic but you don't care, you didn't want this to stop. “Aw did you think that was going to be the end of it? You’re sorely mistaken Angel~ I’m having way too much fun with this.” and with that the fingers that are slick with your juices make their way up to his mouth as he savors your flavor, never breaking eye contact with you, that yellow bearing right though your soul making your whole body feel like it’s on fire.

Through your heavy breaths you mutter objections to stopping before being whisked up in his arms and carried into your bedroom, he lays you down gently on the bed before straddling you. His arms framing your head and his knees beside your hips. You get incredibly flustered again, your blush betraying you as Micah lets out a laugh at your reaction.

“Aww Angel~ look at you~ soooo cute~” he leans down closer kissing your nose, then down to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, just under your jaw and down to your chest again. He moves his hands down to the hem of your shirt slightly lifting it before looking up at you as if hes asking permission. All you manage to do is squeak out a “mhm,,,” before he lifts it over your head and leaves it around your wrists, wrapping around and tucking it into itself. He leaves a hand on the makeshift cuff and uses the other hand to bring your chin up to look at him and plant a deep kiss in your lips, as his tongue meets yours you are greeted with a familiar taste and god you could get used to that.

You feel his hand leave your chin and make its way back down to your chest, massaging and fondling and feeling your heartbeat race.

Where his hips meet yours you can feel the twitch and heat from under his pants, you lift your leg up to nudge his crutch, trying your best to get him to keep going without using your words. “Oh! Eager are we Angel? Is this not enough for you anymore?~” God he’s teasing you again? He's going to pay for this,,, later. He leans back up from you, unbuckling his pants and tossing them to the side before lifting his shirt off too and throwing that off in the same direction.

“Is this better?~” he laughs while leaning back down to you. “Mhm,,, perfect” you say as all you can do is stare at his body, fuck hes rediculously hot,,, You let your now free hands follow their own mind and make their way to his hips and trace the form of his dick though his boxers, palming at it through the fabric before he lets out a breathy moan right into your ear. Holy shit that drove you insane, it's like something awoke in you and the moment Micah let his guard down you managed to flip the both of you so you were on top, straddling his hips, one hand on his hip and the other on his chest.

“Your turn babe~” and you made your way down to face his boxers, sliding your fingers over the hem before pulling them down to reveal his dick, twitching and already leaking pre-cum. He mutters something you don't hear clearly before you leave a gentle kiss on the tip before taking out a condom, sliding it over and then into your mouth, moving your tongue around and sucking. Letting your hand wrap around the base and moving with the bobbing of your head. His hands cover his mouth and dig into the sheets beside him before you look up and with a disapproving hum you release his cock from your mouth “uh uh~ i want to hear every noise you make babe, move that hand” and he did exactly what he was told, he was absolutely hypnotized by those words.

Back you went to wrap your mouth around his dick, sucking away and humming moans to match your boyfriend’s, his hands moved to your hair, his hips bucking to match your pace but thrusting deeper and deeper into your throat before you hear him speak up through the moans “fuck angel,,, im going to c- ah,,, wha,,,” and just as he did to you, you backed off looking up at him licking your lips. “Hm?~ what was that?” you grin up at him.

He whines “god angel pleaseeeee,,, why would you do this to meeeee?” his dick still twitching beside your head and a fierce red blush covering his face and ears. You sit up and crawl over him, your face meeting his and your hips hovering just above his. He lets his hands rest on your waist and his thumbs run circles on your sides. His touch sends shivers through your already hot body.

“Oh? Was that mean? You poor thing,,,” you cock your head, still grinning down at him “How could i make it up to you?”

“Ahh,,, fuck Angel,,,” you feel his dick twitching just below your pussy “i want you so bad,,,”

“Oh but you do have me. You need to be more specific”

“Goooood” he whines, almost growling “I want to fuck you so bad,,, Please Angel”

The way he's looking up at you, you can see how desperate he is just from the look in his eyes.

“Since you’ve been good~” you slowly guide his dick into your wet opening and lower your hips onto him, rocking slowly, taking your time to take in it all. You let out a few hummed moans and you feel both your hips move in almost perfect sync. Micah's voice has always been one of your favorite features of him and god did his moans and noises sound like heaven to you.

You quickened your pace on his hips as his hands trailed up from your waist back to your chest, palming and playing with them as you rocked on his dick, his hips bucking under yours. Your bounces match the pace he set. You can feel it welling up as you tighten around his cock and the look you share between each other you can both tell you’re both close. Both of you letting out moans and erratic breaths before you clench tighter around him and you can feel his hips buck one last time and the shiver of the orgasm you shared run though both your bodies.

As you both lay beside each other, basking in the afterglow you smile up to him. “You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Oh angel, that's not the only reason I'm lucky~” and he leans in to give you a sweet peck on the forehead.

The next day comes and Micah wakes up later in the afternoon. You have already started work for the day but he sneaks into the room.

“Good morning my little idiot~ what do you think?” he's a little confused until he looks over into the area that normally has your desk, the desk has moved to the middle of the room and there is a soft daybed with his ipad already on charge and plenty of stuffed toys and a huge plush green blanket.

“You can sit in here more often now~ though as much as it was a lot of fun we cant keep having what happened last night okay?” you swing around on your chair to face him and he almost jumps into your lap giving you the tightest hug “Awww Angel! Thank you soooooo much” he litters your face with kisses and grins at you

“I know I know, I'm the best. Now behave okay~”

#micah yujin #Error143 #error 143 #visual novel #otome #micah x reader #micah yuijin x reader #fanfiction

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us #din djarin #joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x male reader #joel miller x male reader #the mandolorian

[lnfours]

A blurb about y/n surprising tom a bouquet of flower for Valentine’s day 🥺 I MEAN ITS LITERALLY GOALS !🥺

STOPPPPPPPPPPP i wanna get him flowers and ask him to be my valentine 😞

send me tom asks !

you had seen on social media that all girlfriends wanted their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine, even though they were already together and it was clear that they were going to be each other’s valentines anyway.

but the gesture was cute, it’s still nice to be asked to be someone’s valentine.

tom had been so busy with work and filming, most days he forgot that it was already the new year. you knew he didn’t realize valentine’s day was coming up, which was alright. it just meant you got to do a role reverse and ask him to be your valentine instead of the other way around.

you had run errands earlier in the morning, stopping at the grocery store to pick up a list of things you needed around the house when the idea dawned on you. you glanced over at the flower section, smiling at the pretty red and pink rose bouquet. you even stopped to grab a card and few of his favorite candy and a pack of beer, your excitement boiling because you hardly ever got to surprise him with something.

he was in the living room when you got home, reading over some lines on his ipad as he was leaving for a new movie in the next month. he was sent the script and got the role last minute, which meant he didn’t have as much time to prepare as he would’ve liked.

“you need anything, baby?” you asked from the kitchen, putting the items away as you kept the flowers hidden in the reusable bag. he shook his head from the couch.

“not unless you can come up with an idea on how i can memorize these lines in 3 weeks.”

you frowned from afar, knowing he already struggles due to his dyslexia and now with the added pressure of having to know what he’s supposed to say in less than a month, you couldn’t be much more help then what you were doing right now, “i wish i could be more help.”

he leaned down and pet tessa on her head as she slept on his lap, “‘s alright, i’ll figure something out.”

you got the flowers out of the bag and grabbed all the candy and displayed it on the counter, writing in the card and sealing it up before writing on the white envelope in the neatest, prettiest handwriting you could conjure.

tommy

you quietly made your way into the living room, coming up to him behind the couch as you covered his eyes with your hands. he let out a chuckle, putting the ipad down on the other side of the couch, making sure not to disturb the pup on his right.

“what’re you plotting?”

you hummed, “mm, nothin’. just come to the kitchen with me.”

you knew he was playfully rolling his eyes underneath your hands, smirking as he gently moved tessa so she could go back to sleep. with your hands still covering his eyes, he let you guide him into the kitchen.

“are your eyes closed under there?”

“mhm,” he hummed, “the darkness is quite nice, actually. if i was standing i could fall asleep.”

“okay, i’m gonna move my hands but you have to keep your eyes closed, okay?”

he hummed back again and you moved your hands, smiling as he stood in front of you with closed eyes. you grabbed the flowers off the counter, holding them in your hands.

“okay, you can open them.”

he blinked, eyes adjusting to the light and he smiled, pulling you into his body by your waist, “what’s all this?”

you leaned up, smiling at him as your eyes met, “well, i figured i’d ask you to be my valentine.”

his face dropped slightly, “oh my god, i didn’t realize it was valentine’s day. fuck, darling, i’m sorry-“

you shook your head, cutting him off, “no, no, i wanted to do this. i wanted to have the chance to ask you to be my valentine for once. plus, you’re busy, i get it. really, i’m not mad.”

he looked at you with a small smile, “sure you’re not upset?”

you shook your head, “i don’t need you to participate in a stupid holiday that promotes the sales of chocolates, cards and flowers for me to know how much you love me. you tell me everyday, you show me everyday. i figured it’d just be fun to surprise you with all your favorites, because i love you.”

he smiled wide down at you, taking the flowers from your hands before pulling you into his body again, this time closer and tighter as he kissed your forehead.

“i love you, thank you.”

“of course, i love you, too, tommy.”

he leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly, gasping after breaking apart. you looked at him confused as he reached behind you and grabbed the packet of gummy bears.

“you got me gummy bears!”

you laughed, shaking your head as he opened the package. he offered the open end of the package to you, which made you giggle and take a gummy out and pop it into your mouth. he smiled, throwing down the gummy bears before picking you up off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder.

you laughed loudly, “what’re you doing?”

“treating you right for valentine’s day.” he said, making his way down the hall and to the bedroom.

“what about your script?” you giggled, squeezing the top of his buttcheek as he laughed.

“i can use a distraction,” he smiled as he placed you down on the bed, “especially if it’s you.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader imagine #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland x reader blurb #blurb #blurb night #fluff #fluff imagine #mail time #new moon

[koostarcandy]

only love

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: over 5 months of domestic bliss with your best friend turned roommate turned lover gets you thinking, alot. alternative? a fluffy, domestic morning with koo 🥰

genre: bestfriendstolovers!au, fluff

wc: around 1k

warnings: they're so sappy god, lots of kisses and soft stuff, sliiiiight mention of suggestive stuff

a/n: inspired by only and honeymoon fades !! this was very indulgent, i kept going on and I didn't know how to stop 🤧 I also took a prompt from my prompt list cause it fits well ^^ happie reading !! maybe listen to ♡ while reading?

gentle fingertips tracing your soft skin wakes you from your sleep, heavy eyelids forcing themselves open and greeted by stripes of white light, courtesy of the cream linen curtains hanging on your window.

"good morning, my love," a sleep-ridden voice beside you prompts you to turn to the source, met by messy haired yet still adorable jungkook, sleepy smile gracing his lips when your eyes meet. you nudge your nose with his, not trusting your voice at the moment. he pulls you closer, head resting on your blanket covered chest and yawning, mumbling about seeing blueberry waffles and vanilla milkshakes in his dream, deeming it as breakfast for the day.

you never knew letting your best friend move in with you while he was on the lookout for a new apartment would turn into something so wonderful. he always knew the passcode to your place, sometimes finding him passed out on your couch, tv running as background noise, curled up in his favourite blanket. it was like he lived there, except for the fact that he didn't. you're the best roommate he's had, he confesses one lazy afternoon, ice lollies in hand while you flip through your book. you let him do chores at his own pace and let him put the aircon on whenever he wants, the customary humidifier in random corners of your house.

"and then he says that she fell down the stairs! nothing about him hitting her no, he's literally gaslighting her and it's so infuriating, i wish i could punch him, koo, it's so annoying," you huff, explaining the latest book you've been reading to him.

jungkook looks up from his place on your chest, wide eyes in disbelief and chin propped up, "that asshole, i knew ryle was no good from the beginning, like, who begs someone to fuck them???" you nod furiously, leading you to another rant about how he was a walking red flag, not realising how jungkook was sporting the fondest and most content smile on his face.

you've learnt more about jungkook while living with him for more than 5 months now. he likes milk in the mornings and loves spicy ramen at the dead of night. he took it upon himself to play every game in play store with you, often ending with your limbs tangled while you fret over yet another impossible puzzle on your ipad. he's everything you've ever wanted in a roommate, the perfect balance of fun and seriousness throwing you off sometimes.

you didn't know when you would spill your feelings out to him, heart locked up with chains after miserable experiences. maybe it was the liquid courage, maybe it was jungkook being fed up of keeping his feelings bottled up inside. one soju shot after another, you're both nose to nose, forehead to forehead, deep in a game of who knows what.

"the person who takes the next shot will have to say something about the other," jungkook says randomly, heavy alcohol breaths not fazing the both of you. you flick open the next bottle, the cap rattling drowned out by the sound of you chugging at rapid speeds. alarmed, jungkook snatches the bottle from you, only to freeze at your next words.

"i'm in love with you, koo."

the bottle almost slips from his tattooed fingers but you catch it in him, despite your tipsy daze on him. "say something," you plead, eyes boring into his suddenly rigid face.

"how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

not mad, it turns out. you're on him in a second, frantic lips trying to convey a million emotions. pulling apart with slightly heaving chests, you cup his face, rubbing the rosy apples of his cheeks. he holds your wrists, pressing another kiss on your lips. and another, followed by a tiny giggle. he decides he wants to hear it again, peppering smooches all over your face till you're flat on the ground, laughing at goodness knows what.

"hello? do you not want whipped cream on your waffles then??" a large hand waves infront of you, breaking out of your indulgent reverie. "i want," you say and nod your head, yeah definitely, whipped cream and blueberries? perfect combination.

"what were you thinking about, love?" jungkook asks curiously, wondering what's got you zoning out, small smile dancing on your lips. "you, of course" saying it likes it's the most obvious thing in the world. pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead, you wear his t-shirt and hop off the bed, saying you'd get a headstart on breakfast. you leave him all red-eared and giggly on your bed and he hopes he's the only one on your mind who's got you all soft and giddy.

you carefully press the waffle batter and close it shut and go through your fridge for whipped cream. "koo, i can't find the can again-oh there it is," you end sheepishly when a long hand takes the can from the side of the fridge and you're met with a shirtless jungkook, small smirk playing on his face.

"you know," he starts, closing the fridge and pulling you close with a tattooed arm around your waist, "i'm starting to think you keep me around so your apartment doesn't go upside down," you scoff playfully, aware of his neat habits, "that's exactly why I keep you, darling" you say coolly, as if you don't love him with your whole heart and he didn't rock your world last night.

you set the now ready waffles on a plate, jungkook joining in on the fun and making it seem like a cake, a layer of blueberries and whipped cream between each waffle. almost half of it is gone by the time the second batch of waffles is done and jungkook groans in delight, "you made more?! I knew I loved you for a reason," he says proudly, a loud "mwah!" on your lips and he's onto making the next stack happily, feeding you and filling you in on your friends' latest shenanigans.

you suddenly find yourself hoping and praying you both never change, staying the way you are, loving each other so hard it makes you weak at the knees and wishing you'd feel that for the rest of your life. you follow his sparkly doe eyes and animated expressions, completely enamored with him and his ways. you hope you both can love through the pain and whatever is thrown your way.

"and when I told them about how i wasn't going to move in with them and stay with you, they were actually shocked?? but forget them, we didn't see us coming."

you nod in agreement, regretting the times you were oblivious to his affections. you really should've known when he wears his heart proudly on his sleeve. you smile and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, getting up so you could get the dishes done with but you're beaten to it. jungkook forcefully sits you down and says he's doing them this time and that he'll do you later, which cracks him up and gets you scrunching your nose in amusement, his childishness peeking through.

"you see that? see the technique? the snap of my wrist? only an expert could do this baby," he says proudly, stacking the dishes neatly. he wipes his hands quickly and he's next to you in a second, hand behind your neck pulling you in for a sweet kiss. you sigh happily into the kiss, arms resting on his shoulders. he places several pecks on your lips, eliciting his favourite sound, your laugh. he places you on the counter effortlessly, doe eyes peering into yours. the comfortable silence envelopes you both in a bubble, foreheads and noses touching.

"i love you," jungkook says firmly yet softly, lips moulding with yours. he trails them down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, placing a loving kiss and resting his forehead there. you press a gentle smooch to his forehead, the beginnings of a lovestruck smile dawning on your face.

"and i love you, koo" you say happily, now holding his face gently in your hands. you kiss him like it's the last time you're going to see him, pulling away just so you could gaze at his handsome face. he carries you in his arms and settles on the couch, making sure you're both as close as it can get. jungkook's already pulling up your favourite drama on tv, knowing it would be forgotten later.

The fuzzy feeling brought by the tranquil atmosphere makes you both sleepy, so you manoeuvre yourselves till you're lying together. smiley, sleepy eyes slowly close and you're both off to dreamland, wrapped in love.

pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun

#pls gimme feedback i'd like to know how i did this time 🥺🫂 #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts fic #bts fanfic #this was soooo soft and fluffy for me to write i loved it #the songs were very very helpful :D #chaenelcore

[pinyeti]

overwhelming day today here's the debrief

I have two humongous final projects both worth half my grade due on Wednesday and im losing my mind AND I HAVE A PAPER DUE TOMORROW MORNING AT 8AM AND I HAV.E AMIDTERM TOMORROW AT 3.30Pn, my groups suck for both projects and THEY JUST

MY GOD

I DONT MIND DOING ALL THW WORK EXCEPT IM GENUINELY SO FUCKIN TIRED OF DOING ALL THE FUCKIN WORK ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND IM SO SICK OF IT AND IM SO FUCKIN SICK OF IT IM SO FUCIN TIRED OF DOING THIS ALL THE FUCKIN TIME

and I just

I have this friend who im kinda close too but she's curt with me sometimes and we are kinda rude to each other as a joke but she just

she's rude to me sometimes on purpose and I dont know why and I just feel like she hates me and won't tell me why and I JUST I do love her and it bothers me ig and Ive had alot of issues with this friend and every time I try to solve anything

yeah

and I am having a huge body image attack which isn't that deep but whatever and my brother wlel

he's got every mental illness on the planet and makes my life a living hell I get being mentally ill makes life difficult for you but YOU CANNOT EXPECT ME TO SEE THEM AS MORE THAN EXPLANATIONS FOR YOUR BEHAVIOUR RATHER THAN A FUCKIN EXCUSE?? IM NOT EXCUSING YOU TELLING ME YOU WANT ME T

pk

okay and then

today was another friends birthday and she was so

we made a whole birthday surprise thing for her and I went to alot of effort to do it and she just I invited her boyfriend and one of her other friend and she sprent the whole time talking to them and making it awkward for everyone else and I

she was like send pictures? and it just bothered me cuz she went out of her way to make it look like she hated them and if thats so then ill just not invite her to things??? cuz wth I do like my friends and this is really fuckin inconsiderate and we had karaoke but there was an issue with the mic and she was just

being really weird about ti and I felt kinda disrespected and she really doesnt fuckin care

and im so sick of this and

its like she just tolerates them for pictures and it was weird and idk

maybe I dont like her as much as I thought and maybe im the problem cuz I really tried to make it special for her and she just

she was just not having it and I tried so hard and I wish I didnt cuz I felt so stupid for caring about mics cuz when she left the rest of us were singing nd it wasn't awkward and clean up was fun even

and the thing with happened with the friend that was curt with me earlier she just we found out a guy we knew was spreading rumors about her sexuality ( his friend group did this to me first) so I asked her about it and she said yea that guy confessed to her and she told him she didnt like him like that but also that her and my other friend fought cuz this guy was being weird and I was BUSY BABYSITITNG MY FUCKIN GROUP AT THE TIME AND WE COULDNT PROPERLY TALK ABOUT IT so I called her when I got home and she got so weird and defensive about it like I was crazy and I just

I hate when she does this and I hate that I care about her more than she cares about me

in fact I know this is toxic as fuck and caring isnt measured on scales

bUT I HAVE THIS PROBLEM

I DO

I CARE TOO FUCKIN MUCH AND I WISH I COULD STOP AND I WISH I COULD EAT MY BRAIN UP CUZ IM SO SICK OF CARING OHMYGOD I WISH I COULD JSUT END MY FUC

OH AND

IM DOING 2 MURALS RIGHT

BUT MY IPAD CRASH LEFT ONE OHUGE FUCKIN MURAL GONE FOREVER

AND I DONT HAVE THE 720CM VERSION OF IT AND I HAVENT TOLD THEM YET AND

AND I HATE MY ART AND

I am president of a club and WE GOT OUR FUCKIN BUDGET REJECTED SO IM OUT A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR NO REASON AND IM SO SICK

I need a break

I need a break

#rant

[esmedelacroix]

27 days til' Christmas

going caroling with jung wooyoung ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You and Wooyoung had been boring and practically rotting to death in your apartment with nothing to do. You randomly started singing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" just because, well, yes. "Hey, I love that song," Wooyoung said looking up from his phone. He sang a log and soon the two of you could've made your own choir.

"Oh my god, Wooyoung! We should go caroling!" you declared putting your hands on his shoulders.

"We should go to the boys' houses too!" he added.

The two of you got all bundled up in matching sweaters. The first house you drove to was San's house. He opened the door after you rang the bell a million times. You immediately started singing "Silent Night" in beautiful harmony.

He tried to hold in his laughter but was pleasantly surprised at how good the two of you sounded. Once you were done you finished off with jazz hands and San couldn't contain his laughter, all three of you laughed together. "That was amazing, you lovebirds want to come in?" he asked, opening his door wider.

"Thanks but no thanks, we still have other houses to torment," you said, nudging Wooyoung.

Your next stop was Jongho's house, one of the funniest of Wooyoung's bandmates. The moment the two of you knocked on his door it swung open. You folded your hands like choir singers and began to sing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas' ' in harmony. Jongho, just being who immediately joined the two of you adding a beautiful harmony, the three of you clapped for yourself and his neighbor yelled at you all to shut up. "Are those matching sweaters?" Jongho asked. The two of you opened your jackets further to reveal the ugly sweaters you were wearing.

Jongho sent you off with some cookies he was making and the two of you ventured to Hongjoong's place. Seonghwa was over because you could see his car in the driveway. The two of them appeared at the door and started to sing “Jingle Bells” dancing along when you heard a loud—SLAM! Did he just—you thought to yourself before looking up to see the door in your face.

You and Wooyoung exchanged looks before laughing together. The door opened again to Seonghwa and Hongjoong again. "We're just joking," Hongjooong chuckled before hugging both of you.

"Why are you guys standing outside? Come in, you must be freezing!" Seonghwa worried before Wooyoung wrapped his strong arms around you.

"I'll keep her warm, don't you worry," he reassured as he looked down at your flushed face.

You were usually fine in the cold but Wooyoung couldn't help but notice that you were shivering quite a bit so he took some mittens on your cold hands and the two of you entered the nearest Café and got cozy with some hot cocoa.

Your plans didn't exactly work out then again you would sit in the amazing Café with some of the best hot cocoa you have ever had and end the night watching "Home Alone" off of some random kid's iPad(Every time the kid turned around the two of you quickly looked away and started whistling and trolling him).

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@aripet22

#wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x y/n #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez x you #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x you #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung imagines #christmas fluffdown

[lilyrizzy]

Maybe a time after everything goes to hell where Max and Daniel maybe verbalize the fact that Max won't ever return to F1!

this was such a good prompt!

cw: implied child abuse

Outside their window, it’s raining. Fat droplets of water pelting against the glass, the noise reminding him of the gravel that would smack against his cars side panel every time he lost control.

It makes Max think of the TV show Victoria liked so much when they were teenagers. She’d told him, like letting him in on a secret, that when it rained in the first scene you knew it would be a sad episode and when it was sunny, a happy one. Something that the writers did to set the tone, that she’d learnt about in the English lessons Max must have sat in two years earlier drawing racetracks in his notebooks. And didn’t Max think that it was smart?

From the other end of the sofa, Daniel is muttering under his breath. Eyes darting backwards and forwards across the cracked screen of his iPad, the creases in his forehead mirroring the jagged lines in the glass. Max wants to reach over and smooth them away with his thumb. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to see what Daniel is reading.

If he got up and walked in the opposite direction, to the window, he’s lived in Monaco for long enough to know he’d see the yachts rocking on the waves. That a tourist admiring the view from their hotel room might be sure they are violent enough to make millions of dollars of aluminium crash into one another, leaving nothing but an expensive mess. Max knows better.

This is his life.

He can’t remember the name of Victoria’s show now, but he can remember the way he’d told her that it was stupid to think the weather meant anything, and then the way he’d felt sick watching her face twist up unhappily, and then mean. Her eyes got small and her mouth wider and she had told him that he was the one that was stupid, that she knew because she read his school report, that he had made their mum cry.

What did Max care about school? He had never needed to be smart. On track, he’d needed to be fast, and off-track lots of different things, but mostly compliant.

“This is all bullshit,” Daniel declares darkly, too loud for Max to pretend he hasn’t heard over the rain. “The things they’re writing- God.”

Max wants to ask why Daniel reads it so incessantly if he knows it’s all not true. It makes Max wonder if he’s waiting for the day he’ll agree with one of the journalists’ points, and then have an excuse to reconsider all the rest. Then that makes him feel mean because Daniel has never not believed him, even when it would have made his life nicer, easier.

Instead, Daniel has punched the paparazzi for him. Smashed the man’s camera lens into unusable shards.

Max stretches out his leg, prodding Daniel’s thigh with his toes. When he looks up at Max, his smile is tired.

“I can’t wait to watch these fuckers choke on humble pie when that cunt goes to prison and you win like, ten more championships, Maxy.”

He reaches for Max’s foot, holds his ankle, his thumb brushing over the knob of it. The iPad slides down far enough on his lap so Max can read the headline now, Father of F1 Champion Describes Son's History of Lying, Paranoia. A cold prickles his neck as though the rain is coming now from their ceiling, icy beads of water sliding down his spine.

“I think I will not win any more championships,” he says, pulling his foot back to tuck it under his body, and Daniel’s face falls.

“What do you mean, baby, you could win them all,” he insists. His voice is almost annoyed sounding, like maybe he thinks Max would try fishing for compliments from the one person who had to lose just so Max could win so much. But then gentler he adds, “I know you could.”

Max knows he could too.

“I think I do not want to.”

For a moment, Daniel is silent.

“You love racing,” Daniel tries again, this time like stating a fact. One Max isn’t sure is true, and he wishes his memories weren’t so slippery so that he could grasp in his hands a time he knows it was.  

“I cannot go back,” he says, because one thing he does know is that any love there is, it’s roots are twisted around something rotten. “Daniel, I-“

I want to say no.

He wants to call Victoria to ask her the name of the show. To close his eyes and open them in Rotterdam, curled up on her sofa. For them to watch an episode together with the curtains drawn against the storm battering at both their doors.

#i hope you like it! #i can't tell if this is the same tone as the other stuff???? #my own cloud #i might delete in morning if this is bad but OMG this was fun to write #thank you as always catrine<3 #fic #max/daniel

[skippyv20]

Skip, Julie here. This morning I woke up to that same story and photo of Bruce Willis. I passed my IPad to my husband and said almost the exact words I have just read written by you. I am appalled to be honest that the photos of, not just him, but other ‘ celebrities’ who we have known and loved/ or not since their prime reduced to this sort of reporting. It’s not for us to see or comment on. It’s family heartache and no person should be demeaned in this way. It’s similar to voyalism.

I’m thinking of people like Bridget Fonda out doing her shopping looking less than her catwalk best and dressed not as chic as she would wish she could. She was splashed on world wide papers and it was quite cruel. They did the trim, vibrant photos of her at 25 then her current look at 59.

None of us look like we did at 30, I can wish and dream all I like but that body is long gone but it gives me happy memories. I get annoyed at people criticising Camilla or Sarah because they weren’t blessed with the same looks as Diana

I admire those that look amazing at 70, who want the limelight but that’s just a look at me vanity thing. Basically we are all insecure but most of us private. Mind you I love Dolly Parton too but have no desire to look like her (plus I’m too lazy to do the work necessary and too scared of having any procedure that’s not life saving) at my age. I am comfortable in my own skin.

If I am unlucky enough to get alzheimers in any of its various forms or arm physically infirm I would be horrified if it was splashed all over newspapers even if I wasn’t able to verbalise my objections and in Bruce Willis’ case I think doing so is indecent and disrespectful.

Thank you Julie!  You are so right.  I feel horrible when I see what they do to pictures of Brigette Fonda….Heather Locklear….not to mention the mean articles about Loni Wilson who is homeless and ex of actor.  People, all people have a right to their dignity.  I know the last four movies with Bruce, my hubby and I refuse to watch.  I don’t know what movie it was that we watched and said this doesn’t seem like Bruce.  Then when we found out he had issues even then…we were disgusted that he was being exploited just for his name.  I don’t know how some people can sleep at night.

Also…the message is this to all….

Aging is a gift, that not all receive.  Embrace it and give thanks to God for giving you this gift.  Your face is the journey you have travelled…all good and bad.  Your body no matter what shape it is….is the body that has carried you through the long life you have been gifted.  Give thanks to God for that.  🙏🏻❤️

[lumosinlove]

April Part One

cw: brief mention of past abuse & anxiety

~

I wish that when I said your name you would appear

Sitting next to me

~

The Rangers were already in the playoffs, clinched and waiting to see who they’d face-off against first. It had always made Sirius a little antsy but also a little pleased when they played a team that was already in position. They would be hard to predict. While the Lions fought for their spot—win this game, and they’d be headed towards what would hopefully be another short summer—the Rangers would either be taking it easy, hoping not to have any injuries, or they’d be so high on the thrill that they’d come out harder than ever. Sirius didn’t understand why people bet on hockey. It was a hard game to predict. So much of its balance and beauty sourced straight from the players themselves, energy flowed through from one man to the next. Sirius knew well what sort of toll a break in that system could take.

Now though, Sirius simply dipped around Finn’s stretched wide arms and shot the basketball straight into the hoop.

“Fucking Christ,” Finn panted, cheeks bright pink as he leaned his hands on his knees. “Whatever, man.”

Kota laughed, retrieving the ball and tossing it between his palms. “Your brother’s better than you at this, Harzy, I gotta say.”

Finn pointed at him while Kasey let out a loud laugh. “Don’t ever say that.”

“Oh, man,” Kasey said through his laugh. “I gotta call him right fucking now.”

For a moment, Sirius thought Finn was going to throw Kasey’s phone across the court.

Hannah laughed, too, lifting them hem of her shirt to wipe at her sweat. “If you ever want to rile Finn up bring Alex into the competition. That’s for sure.”

Sirius held his hands out for the ball and grinned. “For sure.”

It was nice, keeping this game running. Sirius found that it got him out of his head, out of the house, and forced him not to spend all of his free time with Remus—something he tended to gravitate towards. Remus would go out with Lily, or Leo and Thomas, and Sirius would text the basketball group chat and throw on his shoes. He loved hockey, and he knew Remus loved him, but even he could admit that he got to be a little much whenever playoffs were potentially coming into the picture. Remus would let him babble, but kiss him on the cheek and ease him in a different direction. Sirius had never had anyone so gentle before, not including Pascal probably.

Still. Sometimes he couldn’t help it.

“So, I’ve been thinking about what we know about Logan,” he began, and he was met by groans—the loudest from Finn.

“I’m not dissecting Logan’s game with you.”

“He’s the opponent now!” Sirius said. “It’s not personal.”

“I’m not saying it is,” Finn flashed his hands for the ball. “I’m just under strict orders from Remus to get you to relax.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Non.”

Finn arched his brows. “Wanna see the text?”

Sirius waved him off. “We have a good opportunity here.”

Finn made a basket. “Nope.”

Sirius’ eyes moved to Kota. “D’accord, fine, let’s talk more about Alex.”

Finn dropped his head back. “This is supposed to be a fun game of funball.”

Hannah snorted. “Funball does not sound like something you do in public.”

“Oh, just play already,” Finn said, though he still seemed out of breath. “I swear to God, if Leo was here we’d have all your asses beat already.”

Sirius watched the garage door close behind him as the car chirped and locked. He inhaled and let out the breath before pushing through the side door, just off the kitchen. He still had moments to marvel at the fact that it actually felt like the kitchen. His kitchen. Their kitchen, the two of them. He could smell something Remus was cooking, or maybe it was takeout, he didn’t care, but Remus was there, inside, waiting for him.

“How was everyone?” Remus asked when Sirius let the door slam behind him. He was at the stove, cooking. There was the iPad beside him, and a game was running—no, not a game. Tape. Remus was cooking dinner and watching game tape at the same time. Sirius was honestly a little turned on.

“Good,” Sirius smiled, coming up behind Remus and settling his hands on his hips. “They told me I needed to relax.” Sirius nosed against his neck, pressing a light kiss there. “But I’m not the one watching tape right now…”

Remus smiled and licked a bit of sauce from his thumb. “Well. We all have our moments. We’re very close to the playoffs, aren’t we?”

“One game away, actually.” Sirius pressed Remus tighter to him.

“I had twenty bucks with Kasey that you tried to talk Logan’s game with Finn.” Remus tapped the spoon against the pot before settling it in the rest. “I’m a rich man.”

Sirius laughed. “True, but it’s not from Kasey’s twenty bucks. Hey.”

Remus tilted his head back against Sirius’ shoulder. “What?”

Sirius pressed a thumb to Remus’ jaw, running it gently along the edge until he reached his bottom lip. “You okay?”

Remus tapped the spoon again. “Of course I am, why?” 

He applied gentle pressure until Remus’ head turned and Sirius could kiss him, once again gently, but this time on the lips. “Je t’aime.”

Remus hummed happily. “Fiancé.”

Sirius pressed his mouth against Remus’ cheek. “Husband.”

“Not yet,” Remus laughed.

“Soon. Let’s go right now. Marry me.”

Remus turned in his arms, pressed his hands to Sirius’ cheeks. “My mother would kill me.”

“We’ll have another wedding. We’ll have ten, if you want.”

Remus just stood there, smiling at him, for a long moment. Sirius leaned into his touch, his fingers that had begun gently combing back his hair. Remus pressed a feather-light kiss to his mouth. “A wedding is a celebration. A piece of paper. A law.” He brushed their noses together. “You’re already mine in far more ways than that. So, I don’t need ten weddings.” Remus pressed a harder kiss and laughed. “I need you to taste this sauce and then take me to bed.”

“Oh? Yes, Captain.”

Remus laughed and slapped his chest. “Shut up.”

They ate at the kitchen island counter, iPad between them and shoulders brushing.

“This feels so weird and wrong,” Remus sighed as they watched yet another clip of Logan, clad in blue.

“I know,” Sirius said. “But this is such a big game for us. It could give us the edge we need. Besides, if it makes it better, the Rangers are already in the playoffs. We’re not taking anything away from them and Logan besides a few points that they don’t even need.”

“I know. God, I know, you’re right. But at one point we’ll have to, if we want this. What time’s our flight on Tuesday?”

“Very early. We get into NYC at, like, six in the morning.”

Remus rubbed his eyes. “God. All right.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to his temple. “Sleep on my shoulder the whole way there, mon loup.”

Remus just leaned into him, but his eyes were still on Logan, frozen on their screen. Alex was in the frame, too, behind him, waiting for a pass.

“Gonna be weird for Finn.”

Sirius bit his lip, nodding. “Ouais.”

~

Logan couldn’t deny that he was counting down the minutes. He knew that the Lions’ plane would be taking off sometime in the early hours of the following morning. Finn had sent him a very chaotic video of him packing his suitcase that consisted of seemingly random clothes being thrown past the camera and into the bag while he shouted “don’t care just coming to see BABY,” while Leo, on the other side of the bed, tossed his own clothes in as if he were shooting baskets on a court. It hadn’t helped how restless he felt. All he wanted was to see them again, and the weeks that had passed had been the slowest of his life. They’d called, FaceTimed, but it wasn’t the same.

“Anyway,” he heard Saint say, and the noises of the Rangers’ locker room faded back into his ears. Tape being ripped off of shins, the clatter of sticks being put back on the rack. “They’re basically about these kids, stuck on this island, looking for a treasure that went down with this ship. Some shady stuff goes on with the parents, people knocking each other around for it. It’s a good couple books, haven’t read the third yet though, it’s not out yet.”

Something about that made Logan look up. Island. Shipwreck. 

“The Crucio series?” Logan asked. “The books?”

“Yeah,” Saint nodded from where he was stripping in his stall, then paused in surprise and looked him up and down. “Why, you’ve read them? I’ve never seen you with a book in your hand, Tremblay.”

“Oh. Non, I…” Logan swallowed. He’d almost just explained that no, it wasn’t him, but Finn. Instead, he realized that this moment could mean more, that it was an opportunity. It would be a bit awkward now, the conversation had begun to move on he’d been silent for so long, but he sat back against his stall and spoke through a dry mouth. “Non, but my—boyfriend loves them.”

He didn’t really look at anyone when he said it, but in the brief silence that followed, he forced himself to look up. He caught Saint’s expression first. After all, the reply had been for him. Saint had perhaps paused for a moment, but if he had, Logan hadn’t looked up in time to see it. Saint just nodded with a thumbs up and continued explaining the book’s plot to Luke—who was definitely staring at Logan.

In the end, it was Percy who spoke to Logan first.

“Who…Finn?” It was a small check, a just-making-sure-I’ve-got-this-right. His light eyes were wide, and Will, too, was staring, lips parted around what Logan thought might be a faint smile.

“Ouais,” Logan said, and suppressed a shiver, warm all over. “Finn.”

Percy grinned wide. “God, yes.” He laughed. He and Will shared a look. “I mean, oh, yeah, he never shuts up about books he loves.”

“Sat in OKN’s living room for hours. What was that one series? With the—I don’t know, the zombies? I think he read those, what,” Will shrugged. “How many times do you think?”

Logan knew. “Five.” One of them had been aloud to Logan during that first summer together.

Finally, there was Alex. He didn’t quite look at Logan, but put a hand on his shoulder as he got up, faced ducked low and out of view, and went into the hallway. Logan wasn’t perfectly sure it was an invitation to follow him, but he did anyway. He was flooded with an overwhelming urge to thank Alex, for everything. He’d been a sinking stone more than once in his presence, Finn, too, and Alex had kept them afloat each time.

He turned into the hallway and was hit in the chest by tight arms around him, slapping him on the back.

Alex’s hug was hard and his voice was hoarse. “I can’t say—I’m so—fuck, glad you two pulled through. Jesus—” He laughed breathlessly in Logan’s ear. “That was really hard to watch for a while there.”

Logan wasn’t sure what to say, a lump in his throat, so he tried to think of what Finn would have said. He returned Alex’s hug slowly, then tightly. “Tell me about it.”

Two more pairs of hands appeared on his shoulders.

“Finally.” Will was grinning.

“Finally is right,” Percy said from his other side. “Come on, we’re going for a beer. Yes, right now. Okay, fine, not right now, but we deserve it, okay? You do, we wondered if you were ever going to tell us. Tried to tell you you could, but, y’know. You stubborn fuck. But, really, about Bambi—fucking finally.”

Will slapped Logan’s chest. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for this? And then the hockey gods bring us back together and we get to be there for it? Fuck yes.”

“You knew?” Logan said. “You knew. How?”

“Come on, man.” Will shook his head and looked at Percy, putting on a bad imitation of Logan’s accent. “Finn, do you want to, ah—um, hm, study together on the bus? And by study I mean practically spoon?”

Logan covered his face as Alex laughed and joined in.

“Oh yeah, Logan, Tremzy, do you—will you come spend the entire summer with me and sleep in my bedroom on the “floor” instead of the guest room?”

“Should we get breakfast together every day and not invite anyone else?” Percy said.

Will grinned. “Oh, totally, and let’s sneak up to the roof later?”

Before Logan knew it he was laughing, hard. He covered his eyes. “D’accord, stop, stop. Oh my God.”

“And, and of course they way he came charging back into the house looking for you that last time. ‘Course, you had already gone fucking tearing out of OKN after he left.” Percy whistled. “Hard to misunderstand that one.”

Logan smile dropped slowly. Almost like whiplash. He stared between Will and Percy, who was slowly seeming to realize what he’d said. Alex, too, looked stricken.

Percy swallowed. “Not—Fuck. Sorry. That was—like, a hard time for you and—and I’m gonna shut up now.”

“You didn’t…” Will began carefully, shifting on his feet a bit. “You didn’t know he came back for you, huh?”

Percy sighed when Logan shook his head. “Same old Finn and Logan.”

“Quoi?”

“Your love is fucking loud, man,” Percy said. “Always has been. You just weren’t listening to each other.”

Logan smiled, but what Percy had just said was playing over and over again in his mind at full volume. He came back for you he came back for you.

Logan remembered running out of the house. He tried not to remember.

“Like I said,” Percy tapped their temples together. “Same old Finn and Logan.”

“Hm,” Logan said. “Actually, not quite.”

“Oh, no?”

Alex grinned knowingly and Logan smiled back, shoving Percy and Will back towards their locker room doors.

“You know Leo Knut?”

~

The Gryffindor Lions have made quite the comeback this season. I really don’t think any knowledgable sports fan would have given them a flying chance after the way their year started. Not to mention, with the loss of top forward Logan Tremblay, the months really only got worse for Lions fans. But here they are, led once again into playoff position by Captain Sirius Black. We’ll see where tonight takes us, see if the Lions can pull through against the Rangers.

Sirius admired the ring while Remus was sleeping sometimes. It could cast small multicolored shadows against their headboard, or even Remus’ neck and jaw when his hand was resting on his softly rising and falling chest. Their alarm was set to go off any minute—up at 3:30 for a horribly early flight to New York. Something in him always woke up before alarms. His mind somehow knew it was time, flooding itself with thoughts. Sebastian Montague’s save average, needing Evgeni to go up against Luke Deveaux, Alex O’Hara, not so much like Finn’s playing style, Logan there, favored slap-shots, he would shoot from the blue line, always had—

“Hm,” Remus sighed sleepily as the phone began to ding softly.

Sirius put a hand over his bare chest, rubbing softly until Remus opened his eyes and looked at where Sirius was propped on his elbow, gazing down at him.

“How long have you been awake? No, wait, let me try and guess.”

“Not too long. I just want to get on this plane already, I guess.” He traced a finger down Remus’ chest. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mm-hm. C’mere.” Remus rolled until he could push Sirius back into the bed and pillows with his weight. He leaned in for a kiss.

“We have to go.”

“Not yet we don’t. I set it a bit early.”

“Quoi?” Sirius asked into his kiss, then watched as Remus pressed his mouth to his chest, then his stomach. “Why? 3:30 wasn’t early enough for you?”

Remus just grinned up at him from where he was kissing his hip, hand easing over Sirius’ half-hard cock. “Needed some time for pre-game rituals.”

Sirius let his head drop back into the pillows.

The airport was quiet and sleepy. Sirius looked around at his team, draped over chairs, Leo with his eyes closed and his head on Finn’s shoulder while Finn, mouth dipped against Leo’s hair, read softly to him from a book. Sirius smiled at the sight. The Cubs had told the team about their approach to going public—and it wasn’t much of an approach at all, not a planned one, at least. The only decision they were making was to hide nothing. None of them would have sat the way Leo and Finn were sitting then, not before. Sirius was happy for them—whatever happened tonight, at least that weight was off of their shoulders—but as he watched Finn pause to press a kiss to Leo’s head, he couldn’t help the old spike of fear, the urge to look around. He knew that he and Remus both still caught themselves doing that sometimes. He didn’t know if he had it in him to do it for the Cubs, too. Someone was going to take a picture sooner or later, he’d said that to Finn, who had only shrugged. So will we. He hoped to God it was as easy as that for them. It deserved to be that easy.

“Here, Cap.”

Sirius looked up to see Thomas holding out his coffee order.

“Merci, T.”

Thomas smiled and nodded at Leo and Finn. “What I wouldn’t do to be in Leo’s position right now.”

“Oh? Didn’t know you liked Finn that much.”

Thomas laughed and sat beside him in the leather gate chairs. “I just mean, you know, with the love of your life. Well, one of them, I guess, speaking as Harzy. Like, I think we can agree they’re soulmates. Jesus Christ.”

“Miss Noelle, huh?”

“Yeah,” Thomas sighed, long and drawn-out. “It’s a weird feeling, you know? Hoping for short summers but wanting to spend time with all the people you love, too.”

Sirius nodded, but he was also silently counting himself lucky. Besides Regulus, who came home on weekends sometimes, he had everyone he cared about right here with him, every single day. He hadn’t thought about that before. He looked to Kasey, who was forced to miss Alex and sometimes Natalie. Finn and Leo, who now would always have some part of themselves waiting to see Logan again. Remus, who loved his parents and his brother, and only got to see them ever so often. Did Pascal wish he had more time to be a father to his children? Probably.

“Cap?” Thomas asked tentatively.

Sirius looked at him. “Oh. Sorry. Sorry, just…that must be so hard. Especially—I mean I am thinking about it a lot this season. We all are.” He glanced at Remus, who was sitting with Layla and Lars, no doubt talking about Layla’s latest test in her PT program. “I don’t know what I would do. Really, I don’t.”

Thomas’ brown eyes went far away as he nodded, but he seemed to realize this and spared Sirius one of his contagious smiles as he took a sip of his coffee. “On a happier note…” He spread his hands, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Wedding plans? C’mon, man, keep me in the loop.”

Sirius laughed. “When would any of us have time to make wedding plans?”

“Center ice wedding? Everyone’s in skates?”

“Jesus Christ, no.”

“You sure?”

“No,” Sirius laughed. “I mean yes, ouais, I’m so sure.”

“Someone could skate down the—”

“Non.”

“Hey guys. That one mine?” Cole sat down on the other side of Sirius.

“What’s up, rookie, here’s your sugar-milk, oh, I’m sorry, I mean frapa-whatever.” Thomas said. “Hey.” He leaned in, knowing look on his face. “Your girl’s staring again.”

Cole groaned, but he was smiling, pressing a hand up to half cover his face. “T, she’s not my girl.”

“Not yet. Y’all are in it to win it. I see it, baby. I can feel it.”

Sirius frowned. “I’m missing something.”

Cole just narrowed his eyes at Thomas and took a conveniently long drink of his coffee.

“Oh,” Sirius said. “Is this about you and Layla?”

Thomas threw his head back and laughed. “See? Even the oblivious Captain Black is aware!”

“Shh.” Cole did look interested, though. “I don’t—we’re not…like, nothing’s happened. It’s probably not even allowed anyway. A PT and a player?”

Sirius blew out a breath, bringing his cup to his lips. “Deja vu.”

“What? Oh. Sorry.”

Sirius shook his head. “Non, it’s fine. Well…do you want something to happen?”

Cole just looked at him.

Thomas snorted. “This is his ‘I’m talking to Sirius Black about my love life’ face.”

Cole threw the cardboard heat-guard around his coffee at him which Thomas caught and put on his Sirius’ head like a crown. Sirius batted it away.

“Boarding, boys,” one of the assistant coaches called, clapping his hands to wake the dosing players. Olli blinked awake like he had been sleeping for years. Leo pried his eyes open across the way and Finn gave his nose a pinch with a laugh.

“Oh, saved by the bell,” Thomas said.

“Shh,” Cole said. “I’m watching you.”

Thomas lowered his voice into a stage-whispered. “Drink your sugar-milk and ask her out.”

“She babysits for Dumo’s kids,” Cole whispered. “If she said no that would be—” Cole made a pained face. “Awkward.”

“Do you prefer awkwardness or regret?”

Cole huffed. “Thomas.”

Sirius couldn’t help but laugh as he stood up. “Boarding, boys. Boarding.”

Even as he walked away he heard a final murmured, “Sugar-milk,” and then a, “Bean water.”

The wired type of exhaustion hit Sirius halfway through the short flight, which wasn’t great because it meant by the time he thought he could have napped, they were getting off the plane. The hotel was nice at least, and Sirius could feel the team’s energy. Maybe it was partly getting to go up against Logan. No doubt, no matter how painful it was, Logan would be filled with the same type of adrenaline.

He and Remus didn’t talk a lot as they threw their bags down at the hotel door. Remus just stretched and then wrapped an arm around Sirius’ waist, pressing up to kiss his cheek.

“Gonna nap,” he said.

“Ouais,” Sirius nodded. “Might get something from the buffet downstairs, then I’ll join you?” He pressed a quick kiss to Remus’ mouth and made sure he had his key card. “I’ll try not to wake you when I come back in.”

“Hey, wait.” Remus wrapped Sirius’ hands up in his own. “Don’t just sit down there and worry. You’ll have all of our tape session for that. All of morning skate, and warm-up, too. Just…”

Sirius smiled and took Remus’ face between his hands. “You know…you’ve been pretty focused on me.”

“So? You’re my fiancé.”

“So, it’s one of your tells.”

Remus made a face, fingers ruffling gently through the hair at the back of Sirius’ neck. “What tell?”

“When you’re worried. You focus on everyone else.” Remus’ smile faltered and Sirius leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “It’s why you’re so loved, it’s why you’re an amazing PT, but it’s also something I know about you as the person who, in my opinion…loves you the most.”

Remus was quiet for a long moment, fingers still twisting through Sirius’ hair, then carding it back at his temples. Sirius let him sit with it. He just watched those golden eyes flit between worry and something else, something that he wasn’t saying, as he watched Sirius’ dark strands slip through his fingers.

“What happens if we don’t win tonight?” Remus finally said.

“Then we don’t win.” Sirius swallowed. “Then we finish the season and we have a very long summer.”

“Don’t say that like you’re okay with it. Not for my sake.”

“Re…”

“Don’t—” Remus closed his eyes, let one of his cheeks fall heavier into Sirius’ palm. “Don’t say my name like that, baby.”

“Loup,” Sirius said, but let Remus pull away. “Mon Loup…”

“No, I’m fine.”

“The beginning of the season, you weren’t playing well. Now you’re playing better but you feel like its not enough.”

Remus just looked back at him, as if he were trying to figure out how Sirius already knew. He sat down heavily on the bed, hands going behind him, holding him up. He tilted his head to look up at Sirius, eyes sad.

“You think I don’t know?” Sirius went down on one knee in front of Remus, hands smoothing comfortingly over his knees. “It used to be all I thought. Every second of every day. Doesn’t help that that’s the only question we ever get asked, either.”

Remus groaned and dropped onto his back, bouncing slightly against the mattress. “Fuck.”

The word came out tight with tears, and Sirius just rested his cheek against Remus’ thigh. “What can I do. Hm, baby?”

“I don’t know,” Remus sighed, wiping at his eyes. “Fuck, I don’t know. I’m—I am fine, really. I think it’s like—Logan, too, like it’s just weird and—I forgot what it was like playing against friends. I’m always so focused on Grayback, like, like the—the enemy, you know? And Alex is wonderful, but I don’t mind beating him. I just—it’s Logan, but it’s—me.” He looked down at Sirius. “It’s stupid.”

“Non,” Sirius said, and rose, laying down beside him. “Non, it isn’t.”

“I focus on beating, only now I just want to—win.” He looked at Sirius. “But I’ve already won, look at me. Look what I have? It feels like jinxing to even get that greedy, even if I know that’s what we’re supposed to want. A—you-know-what. S-T-A-N-L-E-Y.”

Sirius couldn’t help but smile. “Sometimes I forget how superstitious you are.”

“Ugh.”

“Pretty sure you’re worse than me.”

Remus laughed a little, too. “It’s exhausting.”

“That’s because us two, we’re not just tying our shoes in a certain order. Look at Thomas. His routines come from time. He puts his right glove on first, he can’t buckle his helmet until the first face off, because he’s been doing that since he was in a child, or in minors.” Sirius leaned in, letting Remus nestle against his arm. “You and I? Non, mon loup, we’re trying to do so much more than that. My routines came from desperation. That’s what Heather taught me. When I was young and I got something wrong, I didn’t get a nice toasted sandwich and a good try.” Sirius tried not to let his eyes go far away, tried to keep the feeling that something was coming towards him, a hand, just out of the corner of his eye, tried not to turn his head and flinch. He just kept his eyes on Remus. “Non. That’s not what I got.”

Remus reached up to lay a hand on Sirius’ cheek, because of course. Of course he could tell. He smoothed it over the hair behind Sirius’ ear as if saying nothing’s there. It’s just me. When he spoke, his voice was quiet. He knew Sirius didn’t like to talk about it. “Is that why you make your honey and toast?”

Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the sad look on Remus’ face. “There was this kid I used to play with—and I was always in the age group above me, ouais? I was just as good—better, even—but everyone was bigger. And not very nice.” He smiled. “I don’t think you appreciate getting your shots stolen by a seven year old when you’re nine or ten.”

Remus shook his heads. “Kids can be cruel.”

“Ouais,” Sirius said. “But so can adults. There was this one kid, though, named Théo, and sometimes he would give me half of his sandwich. Oh, Loup, it was…” Sirius closed his eyes. “C’est parfait. Perfect, Remus. It was so simple looking back on it now, but do you think my mother was sending me to practice with a perfect, crunchy, sweet sandwich? Non. Protein, Sirius, protein.”

A softer smile had come across Remus face. “Honey. Théo had your sandwich?”

“I have Théo’s.”

“You started making them yourself.”

“When I got out of the house, ouais. No one else was going to. Well—Celeste started making them for me. Don’t think I ever told you how I cried the first time she did. Freaked Adele out. But nothing will ever taste as good as Théo’s when I was seven.”

“What happened to him?”

Sirius sighed. “He…well, he plays in Vegas.”

Remus blinked, then his eyes widened. “Théo as in Théo Angevine?”

“As you would say—yep.”

Remus pushed himself up on an elbow. “Does he know?”

Sirius shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s never given any—hm, sign? Sign that he remembers.”

“Huh,” Remus let himself fall back onto the bed. “Well, I don’t think he’d forget playing with Sirius Black. Haven’t you talked?”

“We saw each other at the award ceremonies my first year, when I got the Calder. But I wasn’t exactly friendly then, was I?”

Remus made a non-committal noise and pulled Sirius closer to him.

“What I was trying to say about me and you,” Sirius said, letting Remus hitch a leg over his hip. He smoothed a palm over the soft material of Remus’ sweatpants, pulled tight around his muscles. “Is that…we’re not the same, our reasons for being the way we are are different, but similar for you, non? Who more than you would want a little bit of control right now?”

“I know but, I just…I thought I had learned to let some of it go,” Remus said. “After my shoulder. Anything can happen and there’s nothing I can do to change that. But…but now I find myself doing all my old little anxious tricks. Just not stepping on some part of the fucking floor and it’s just…”

“I know,” Sirius sighed, and let Remus groan and bury his face in his neck for a moment. “I understand…Re, you were thrown back into a world you never expected to see again.”

“Yeah,” Remus huffed and it was warm against Sirius’ skin. “Yeah, that’s true.”

Sirius bit his lip against a smile after letting them be quiet for a moment, rubbing Remus’ back. “You know what clears my head sometimes?”

Remus pulled back and arched a brow at the daring expression on Sirius’ face. “No…what?”

“Do you want…a pre-game ritual?”

Remus laughed. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Ouais.” Sirius smoothed his hand down Remus’ side. “Really. What can I do, tell me?”

Remus thought for a moment. “If you need food, go, but…maybe we can nap together? I know we usually sleep apart before games, but I kind of just need to…snuggle.”

Sirius just pressed a kiss to his mouth and arranged Remus the way he knew he liked best for a nap—Sirius spooning up against his back.

“I want you more than five Cups,” Sirius whispered against the back of Remus’ neck when his arms were locked firmly around his waist.

“Baby, I love you. But not everyone on the team feels that way. Nor should they. This means a lot to them. To you, too. To me. I just…I don’t know. People still see me as some weird…outlier. Anomaly. I know that.”

“Maybe you have to stop seeing yourself like that.”

Remus only let out a long sigh and pushed harder into Sirius’ chest. “Yeah.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to his shoulder where he knew part of his scar ended. “Rest, mon coeur. Rest.”

~

Logan checked his phone again and leaned against the wall of the coffee shop he was standing in front of. He knew Gryffindor had made its way to New York early this morning, but he also knew that Finn would be on his way, no matter how tired he was, because Logan had told him to come. He’d planned it. He wanted time with Finn over breakfast, Leo over lunch, both of them at dinner—no matter what happened during the game. It felt right this way.

Suddenly there were hands over his eyes and a voice in his ear, lips brushing his skin.

“Hey, is that star New York Rangers winger Logan Tremblay, can I get an autograph, do you think?”

Logan smiled, almost turned and kissed him right then. “Hm, maybe. But you’ll have to follow him first.”

Finn laughed, dropping his hand to rub gently up and down Logan’s back—a gesture that was all Leo, Logan recognized. He looked up at the coffee shop Logan was standing in front of and made a face. “Look, I love you, but I can get us way better breakfast than this. Like, you should’ve let me take you down to the Village, baby, let me get you something sweet.”

“We’re not getting breakfast,” Logan said. “Not right now at least. After, we’ll get breakfast. Before morning skate.”

Finn looked down at him. He had that purple under his eyes. That damned, gorgeous purple. He was tired from traveling, but Logan was excited to remind him that he and Leo wouldn’t be in the hotel tonight. They’d be with him in his apartment. It could wait, though. This first.

“Okay…” Finn said slowly. “After what? What are we doing here?”

Logan smiled because his plan had worked, and nodded across the street. There, standing tall with its great stone lions and broad stone steps, was the New York Public Library. Finn wouldn’t have looked twice at it, too used to its presence. It had hidden itself in plain sight.

“We’re going to the library,” Logan said as nonchalantly as he could, working on not letting himself smile too much and put his hands in his pockets.

And then, Finn knew. He didn’t try to hide any part of his slow, realizing smile.

“Allez,” Logan said, and headed for the crosswalk.

“Okay,” Finn said softly, and followed him.

They made their way up the steps slowly, taking their time.

“Are you sleeping better now?” Finn asked, and there was a slight tremor in his voice. He was still grinning.

“Sort of,” Logan shrugged. “You? Leo?”

“Sort of. Miss you, though.” There was his hand on Logan’s back again, warm between his shoulder blades, like he just couldn’t quite help himself, but also like he wasn’t sure how far he could go. Logan reached up and stroked his knuckles briefly across his jaw, just to show him it was okay, before they reached the revolving library door. In the reflection of the glass, Logan saw Finn softly smile to himself and touch the spot where Logan’s fingers had been.

Logan found them a table. The chairs weren’t the same, of course, none of it was like it had been at Harvard, but they sat across from each other anyway, just as they always had, and it didn’t take long for them to break into laughter. Finn muffled his with his hands, steepled fingers, brown eyes bright as they darted over Logan’s face.

Logan crossed his arms on the table, leaning in. The ceilings were high, and the other seats were more than half full, people reading, or working with headphones on. Discussing quietly, turning pages, going about their lives.

“Just another first for us, huh?” Finn asked, and mirrored Logan’s position.

They’d sat like this a million times. Logan used to eye Finn’s fingers, always fiddling with something. Now, it was the strings of his sweatshirt. Long, capable fingers, red at the knuckles, nothing like Logan’s. Back then, Logan hadn’t let himself get too close to thinking about taking those hands in his, but the urge flooded him now—and so he did.

“You’re always warm,” Finn smiled down at their hands, eyes looking a little clouded—happy. “Good blood circulation and all that, or whatever. Le’s always cold, you know? Just makes you want to wrap him up.”

“You, too.” Logan held Finn’s fingers between his own.

Finn just smiled. “Nah, you’re just warm. And now you’re getting all quiet on me, making me nervous.”

Logan laughed. “Nervous to kiss me?”

Finn smiled, ducking his head a little, only then his eyebrows pinched together after a moment, and he gave a single, tiny nod.

Logan couldn’t hide how surprised he was. He leaned forward a little more, trying to catch Finn’s eyes again. “Harzy?”

“Not because I don’t want to,” Finn said quietly. “Just—because part of me thought you’d never want to.” His eyes flit up to the ceiling, around the library. “Not here anyway. Not like this.”

Logan kind of hated the word never. Maybe it was only because he had felt it for so long. He knew Finn was right. He hadn’t given any sign until recently that he’d wanted this. He hadn’t been ready, sure, but he hadn’t exactly joined Finn and Leo’s conversations about it. Every time they had brought it up, he’d been right back there at the airport, seeing those invasive pictures of Remus and Sirius. Why had it taken distance for him to want to be close to them like this? Something in him ached because of that.

“I love you, Lo.” Finn said, then too a breath, like the next words took courage. He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to Logan’s knuckles. “I love everything you are. But you have a habit of backing out on me sometimes.”

Logan closed his eyes for a moment as the words settled over him, but nodded. “I know.”

“I’m not angry,” Finn smiled a little. “I just…I can’t believe we’re here. I can’t believe you…”

“I know,” Logan said. “I—Finn. I know you—you came back for me. When you first left for Gryff.”

Finn’s fingers tightened around his. “You…Did Percy…”

“Ouais. He did, and…” Logan swallowed hard. Words came slowly to him, but, God, at least they came now. And he had Finn’s brown eyes to ease himself into. “This might sound strange, but…thank you. Thank you for coming back for me.” He watched Finn’s eyes fill with tears, watched them glance away, shying away from the memory. “Mon rouge, even if I didn’t know it, and when I didn’t act like anything you did or said would ever make any difference, it did. It all did, and you help me—break the habit. Break into my self. The person I want to be. With Leo and you.”

Logan looked at the necklace around Finn’s neck, his necklace, and the shadows beneath his eyes and the hopeful tilt of his chin.

“I want to kiss you now,” Logan whispered, almost harshly. He moved his hand to Finn’s wrist, thumb over his pulse point. “I want you.”

Finn just closed his eyes, but he was smiling, a pleased quirk of one corner of his mouth. Logan leaned in until their foreheads brushed.

“Tell me that this is okay,” Logan said, because, after that, he needed to hear it.

Finn looked at him. He had tears in his eyes, and he shook his head softly. “Logan. Come here.”

The kiss was gentle. The man sitting a table over turned a page. Someone answered a phone that had been ringing. Logan reached up to cradle Finn’s cheek, ran his thumb over the lilac, delicate skin beneath his eyes, over the high of his cheekbone, and tilted his head to kiss him again.

When they did part, they stayed leaning on their elbows, close.

“Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t kiss back then,” Finn said quietly and took a curl of Logan’s hair between his fingers, then brushed a thumb over Logan’s full bottom lip. “Not sure I would have ever gotten any homework done.”

Logan smiled. “I would rather kiss you than graduate.”

“Well, that’s kind of my point, Tremblay.”

Logan pushed lightly on the side of the head, mussing his hair more than anything, and Finn just took the new angle it provided and ducked into another kiss, more needy, tongue slipping into Logan’s mouth. Logan felt his cheeks warm, the sheer want he’d been trying to keep in check since parting with them surging to the surface.

“Hm,” Logan laughed as they parted. “We’re in public, O’Hara.”

“Oh, are we?” His next kiss was even dirtier, and Logan just sighed happily and sank into it.

“Hey,” Finn said as they were walking back down the library steps. They were close, edging on touching. “About the voicemail…”

“I deleted it.” Logan looked up at him. “I didn’t listen. You asked me not to.”

Finn blinked. “Oh.”

“But—I’m listening now. Okay? If you ever…” Logan sighed and pressed a kiss to Finn’s shoulder over his jacket, the closest thing in reach.

“Man. You fucking romantic,” Finn laughed, pushing a hand through his hair. “What you got planned for Le?”

“Not telling. I’ll see him this afternoon, after our morning skate and our tape session.”

Finn nodded, still grinning widely. “Fine, fine. God, I can’t wait for tonight.”

Logan groaned. “Don’t talk about it. Time isn’t moving fast enough.”

“Oh, yeah?” Finn threw an arm around Logan’s shoulder. He’d done that a million times, but this felt different. Especially when he leaned in close and let his mouth brush Logan’s jaw as he lowered his voice. “What do you want me and Leo to do to you tonight, baby? What have you been thinkin’ about, huh?”

Logan turned his head up to glare at Finn, their noses brushing. “Shh.”

“One way to make me shh.”

Logan pushed up on his toes to kiss him. He half missed because they were walking, but Finn’s smile was worth it, so was the kiss he pressed to Logan’s cheek.

“This feels good,” he sighed. “This feels so good. Can’t wait for Le, too.”

Logan tilted his head to rest against Finn’s chest. “Ouais. Me too.”

“Cab?” Finn asked, but he looked like he already knew the answer.

“Non, not yet,” Logan said. He reached up and pressed his palm to Finn’s where it dangled over his shoulder. Finn smiled as their fingers laced, as if they’d been meant to do that, waiting, always. The sun, peaking out from a long winter, was warm, and he caught snatches of conversation of the people passing them by. “Let’s walk a bit first.”

~

“Hey, baby. Just checking in before the game. How are you? You’re probably at morning skate right now, but…yeah! Okay, good luck, you’re gonna crush it—but if you don’t you can come here and crush me, if you want, baby cakes. I’m, like, half kidding. Okay, bye, love you, bye!”

Thomas snorted out a laugh as the message played in his ears, Noelle’s familiar voice. He knew she was stuck at home with a shoulder injury and he could hear the sounds of her stand mixer in the background, along with the television. God, she was probably in those tiny cotton shorts, that hugged her thighs like nothing Thomas had ever seen. Thomas wanted to run his hands down her shoulders, feel the dip of her muscles, the way she liked, move her dark hair to one side and kiss her neck, right near where her fleur-de-lis tattoo was by her ear.

He typed out a quick text: I love you x 3(thousand).

“Okay,” Remus said as he fell down beside him on the exercise matt. “Here’s what I’m thinking for Logan—actually, first, do not tell Sirius we’re having this conversation.”

Thomas snorted as he clicked his phone off. “I was about to say.”

“He think I’m—well, I am in my own head, but we cuddled, I feel better, but also, game time. So.”

Remus began outlining a play, drawing invisible lines around an invisible rink on the matt between them. Thomas was happy to see him like this—it was a big improvement from the beginning of the season—but he was really only half listening. He was mad at himself for it, they needed this game, everything was on the line, but this longing was new.

He hadn’t been in such a serious relationship during his career. There had been other girls, yeah, but none of them called him to wish him luck. They didn’t talk him through making his favorite post-game meal over the phone, even when they were exhausted themselves. Their bodies didn’t sit perfectly between his hands, he would never have done absolutely anything to see them let go completely, and fall apart into him, to take him in and let him fall apart, too, until they were sated and whole.

“Thomas?”

Thomas looked back at Remus. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” He sent Remus a sheepish look and held up his phone. “Just—missing Noelle.”

“Hm,” Remus’ eyes turned sympathetic. “In a horny or a sad way?”

Thomas cracked a smile. “Aren’t they sometimes the same thing?”

Remus smiled back. “Unfortunately.”

“What’s this about Cap thinking you’re in your head?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just—” Remus cut off, narrowed his eyes.

Thomas held up his hands. “What?”

“He says when I’m worried about myself, I focus more on other people.”

Thomas hummed and looked at Remus. Remus looked back. Finally, he cracked the finest of a smile.

“Are we soulmates or something?” Remus repeated Thomas’ words from their first goal together back to him.

“The good, the bad, and the ugly—it would seem so. Hey.”

Remus tilted his head at him.

Thomas reached out to knock him lightly in the shoulder. “You never let us down.”

Remus offered a smile tinged with sadness, and he knocked Thomas’ shoulder back. “You’ll see her soon.”

“Yeah,” Thomas nodded. “It’s just—it’s like I have so much that I’ve ever wanted. Feels shitty to want more.”

Remus had begun nodding halfway through his sentence. “No, yes. Exactly. Fuck, exactly, no, that’s what I said.”

“I just miss her, and I have a Cup—”

“I got him, I just want the C—”

They’d spoken at the same time, and snorted into laughter. Remus groaned and rolled onto his back on the matt just as Finn walked in.

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“Ah, Harzy,” Thomas sighed, leaning back on his hands. “We’re just basking in the love and longing, man.”

Finn just let out a low whistle and lay out a matt beside them. “I don’t need to bask. I’m soaked through with it.”

“Fucking English major.”

Finn pressed the soles of his shoes together, pushing his knees out. He sent Thomas an incredulous look. “You are, too!”

Thomas just held up his hands. He looked to Remus, staring thoughtfully up at the ceiling, and looked back down to his phone where there was a long string of hearts from Noelle. Say hi to my bb bro for me.

“Why’re you—you two are never quiet.” Finn looked between them.

Remus picked his head up and sent Thomas what he knew was a guilty look, and Finn scoffed.

“You were plotting against Logan.”

Remus pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Not Logan. The Rangers. Look, we won’t do it in front of you, but you know we have video review later, right? You’re gonna have to sit through that.”

Finn made a face. “Yeah…”

Thomas laughed. “Your competitive instinct’s kicking back in now, huh?”

Finn raised his chin defiantly. “If I lose to the love of my life, I’m going to perish.”

“Okay there, Harzy. How’s Leo feeling?”

Finn smiled. “Good. He’s meeting Lo now. It’s first kiss day.”

Remus shook his head. “First kiss?”

Finn just turned his smile towards the mat as he switched one leg out to stretch in front of him, then pushed himself up, heading for the treadmills. “First kiss day.”

“Oh yeah? What about you?”

Finn just sent them a peace sign in the mirror as he got the treadmill up to speed. “Already got mine.”

~

Logan felt pleasantly sore from their morning skate as he waited for Leo outside of the hotel the Lions were staying at. He was also starving, but that could wait. After all of this waiting, the day was going by in a blur. He’d been fierce on the ice, even Coach had said so—maybe even with a little bit of surprise that Logan was in such top form the day he would be going up against his former teammates. He didn’t blame anyone for being wary. He had been wary himself. He’d half expected to wake up this morning filled with dread, but looking back on it now—how could he have? All of his closest friends would be right there. He wouldn’t share their uniform anymore, but they were there—and some of his oldest friends now, too, dressed in his new blue.

He could picture himself walking down the tunnel now and skating out to a roaring Madison Square Garden. He could almost picture standing shoulder-to-shoulder against Finn at a face-off, Sirius and Alex with their sticks raised and waiting to win the puck as soon as the ref dropped it. He could almost picture himself pulling his stick back to slam a puck past Leo’s right shoulder, those blue eyes trained on him through his mask. Almost.

Then the hotel’s double entrance was being pulled open by two doormen and Leo was walking through a little bashfully, wrapped in a light sweater against the April air. He didn’t see Logan immediately, and it gave Logan a chance to just look. He’d hoped for a glimpse of the team during morning skate at MSG, but in the end he hadn’t quite had the courage to go venturing down to the visitor’s locker room. Almost, but not yet. Leo looked ready, though. Logan didn’t even know if he was starting in goal tonight, it could be Kasey, but Leo still looked ready. The feeling only increased when Leo finally saw Logan, waiting for him just down the steps. Logan had tried to dress inconspicuous, if only not to draw any fans—not to not be noticed. Part of him—and this part was so new that it almost didn’t feel like him at all, like running a hand through short hair after a haircut—wanted the entire world to stare as he took Leo for his own, everyday, broad-daylight happiness.

Leo stopped at the front of the steps and stared down at him, lips a little parted, eyes soft. Even disbelieving, Logan thought, and he didn’t want that. He wanted Finn and Leo to believe him. Believe this. So, he withdrew one of his hands from his pockets and held it out silently, palm up. Waiting.

Leo got a look in his eyes then, telling Logan he knew exactly what was about to happen, and all of Logan’s careful planning went right out the window because no sooner had Leo walked down the steps and strode up to him, than did he take Logan’s face in his hands, lean down, and kiss him hard on the mouth, right there in the sunlight.

And didn’t that certainly feel like what Logan had needed all his life. Careful Leo, gentle and willing to please, now taking him by storm.

It didn’t last long, hard and happy. Leo put his palm into Logan’s like they’d done it a million times instead of just thinking about it. “Where you taking me, huh, Tremblay?”

Logan let out an embarrassing sound, half laugh, half something love-struck. “No hello? I had a plan.”

“That was my hello. And I think we all know how good we three are at following through on perfect plans. Besides, I don’t want to have a plan to kiss you. I just want to do it.”

Logan was going to slip right through the sidewalk cracks. This was different than it had been with Finn—Leo wasn’t unsure at all, and it made it easier. Finn had been just as thrilling, but this…this was syrup and honey and sugar. “You’re sure you’re all right skipping your nap?”

“Are you, all right, Grumpy?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I don’t get grumpy.”

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s funny.” Leo brought their hands up and kissed Logan’s wrist, face tilted up to the sun. “You know what I never got?”

Logan could only shake his head, staring. He hoped they weren’t crossing a street soon, because he didn’t think he could look away from Leo’s face. He was always lit up to Logan, but this was different. His smile poured out light. He was so happy. He’d never seen Leo this happy before. Not for the Cup, not for anything.

“In, like, high school, right? There was never some nice boy waiting outside of class for me. Backpack, headphone sharing, I don’t know. It feels so…young, like I want a different version of it now, but the same idea? And—and…That’s how I felt just then.” They did finally stop at a crosswalk, in the shade of a tree. Leo looked down at Logan and Logan had to reach out and press a hand against his chest. He could feel Leo’s heart, flying. This was so different from Finn’s quieter, more timid want that he’d seen this morning. Logan understood why Finn had taken more time to melt into the easy happiness he’d worn on their walk home, but seeing Leo like this…Logan felt breathless.

Leo kissed his wrist again. “When I saw you waiting out there and I just thought—that’s him. There he is. He’s waiting for me. And, God damn, Lo, you have this smile that you give me sometimes…” Leo closed his eyes like the thought was something that tasted sweet.

“Look who’s talking,” Logan murmured, and they both smiled because it was a phrase they’d picked up from Finn.

Leo pressed a finger to Logan’s mouth, thumb brushing his bottom lip. “Yeah. That one right there.” He kissed Logan gently, thumb still between them, a little salty. “It makes up for all the lost time. It really does. Makes me feel like why would I ever have wanted anyone then when you were out here waiting for me, you and our boy.”

Logan tangled their fingers together and kissed him properly, aware that he was surrounded by busy people as he pushed up on his toes a little, even as Leo eagerly met him. It made him smile all over again.

“Allez.” Logan used their linked fingers to pull him around the corner instead of across the street where the light had changed. “You’re walking the wrong way.”

The cafe was small but busy, and their knees knocked together as they sat side-by-side at the tiny, round table that’d they’d barely caught. Leo set down the quiche and almond croissant he’d picked out for them to share, barely missing a beat before swiping up a bit of the almond paste that had leaked out and sucking it off his thumb.

“Hm, I was right, you’ll love this thing.”

“Oh?” Logan asked, and tried to ignore the insane hammering of his heart as he glanced for the fourth time at a couple who had obviously clocked them from the moment they’d stepped into the cafe. A man and a woman, just engaged by the way they had been admiring the diamond on her slender finger before they’d looked up and the woman had used that hand to excitedly hit her partner, alerting him to Logan and Leo’s presence.

“I see them, too,” Leo said softly to him now, and Logan looked back at him. His blue eyes were closer to how Finn’s had been now. Wondering. Waiting. Understanding. Hesitating. Logan heard them call his name for their coffee’s. Logan? the voice said. Logan? Waiting. So much waiting.

“Leo,” Logan said softly, and then leaned forward, fingers gentle at Leo’s jaw, and kissed him. Slow, easy, aching. A loud group of women talking by the door, an elderly couple sitting beside them, someone still waiting in line jostling their table with their shopping bags. Kissing Leo. He tasted like the sweet almond of the pastry. Logan did like it, but he wanted it again and again from Leo’s lips only. He wanted this again and again and again. He pulled back just as slow, barely giving them any distance at all. Just enough to see Leo’s blue eyes blink open. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

Leo’s brows drew together, lips pressed together in a smile brimming with emotion, and he nodded slightly, careful not to disturb the air between them.

“Of course,” he whispered. “God, Logan. Of course I did. Of course we did.”

Leo kissed him again, short and sweet, and then held up a piece of the croissant. “Here, so you don’t get grumpy. I’ll get our drinks.”

Logan just rolled his eyes and took it gently from Leo’s fingers with his teeth before Leo got up. He hummed happily as he chewed, Leo setting his creamy coffee in front of him. “Alex took me here, and I thought you would love it. He said to mention his name and we’d get everything free, but…” Logan wrinkled his nose.

“I know how you feel about extra attention, baby.” Leo laughed and tucked a hand around Logan’s shoulders. They’d never been able to do that before, not like this. The way Leo held him was close. Romantic. “We’re the last people who need anything for free.”

“If Finn was here, we’d be best friends with that couple and all of those people by the door,” Logan said.

“The barista,” Leo smiled. “Probably the chef, too.”

Logan laughed. “Ouais, true.”

Leo took another bite and sighed. “Ugh. Maybe it’s all right after all if you’re in New York. I can visit these croissants all the time now.”

Logan gave him a shove, but leaned in close so Leo would keep his arm where it was. They sat like that for as long as they could, knowing they had to get back to the rink soon. It wasn’t exactly an approved pre-game meal, but Logan had never felt more energized, more awake. He was alight with how he couldn’t stop touching Leo, how Leo couldn’t seem to stop touching him. He all but melted back into his seat when he felt Leo’s large palm smooth over his thigh. It wasn’t a come-on. He was just touching back. Touching, and laughing, and closing all the space that they’d had to allow for before, like sewing up and mending a tear in cloth.

As they left, hand-in-hand, Logan couldn’t help himself. He risked a glance towards the couple. The woman was watching the rest of the cafe, thumb smoothing happily over her ring, but he locked eyes with the man. Logan prepared himself for the worst, as he always had. A glare, or even just an awkward darting away of the eyes. But the man only smiled and mouthed Go Rangers. Logan smiled back, small and shy, but flashed a thumbs up with his free hand and let Leo lead him back onto the street.

They held hands for the short walk back to the hotel and Logan felt like he was saying goodnight after a first date as they stood there by the doors, once again at the bottom of the steps. Leo rocked forward on his feet once, gazing down at him.

“Can’t wait for tonight. We’ll just meet at your place? Coach always keeps us later for games like this.”

“I know,” Logan said. “Yeah. I’ll have some food for us.”

“What’s this?” Leo’s eyes widened. “Logan Tremblay—cooking?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I can make pasta. You know this.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that.” Leo put his hands on Logan’s waist and pulled him in nice and close. “Oh, and one more thing.” His smile turned challenging, confident. He leaned in and spoke so that his words brushed Logan’s mouth. “You’re not getting a single shot past me tonight, Tremblay.” He kissed Logan slowly, words in between. “Not. A single. One.”

Logan just kissed his grinning mouth. “We’ll see about that, Knut.”

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[ceceliawrites]

Interns

Okay here's the request!

So call me crazy but I kinda wish they had Link be like a big brother to Lucas to help him through his first year of intern , but what if he was also hiding something else that made him more Blacksheep of family, he has a 2 year old son of his own and single parent , but wirh both Meredith and Maggiw gone Lucas needs help with new place and goes to Link amd Amelia for help (sorry for the rambling)

Warnings: fxf, Amelia x reader, illusions to smut, Link taking Lucas under his wing, Link x Lucas platonic, Link x reader platonic, Lucas x reader platonic

"And why can't you do it?" Link asked me and I set the tablet down, looking at him with a hard look. "Okay, I'll do it."

"If I do it, it seems like I'm being too much of a big sister/aunt thing, and I don't want to be overbearing. If you do it, it's just like an attending wanting an intern who's doing a good job in on a surgery."

"I don't need an intern, I have Nico." I stared hard at him again. "And I have an intern. God, the look you give could rival my mother's and you're not even a mom!"

"I may as well be," I laughed at him. "I take care of you lot and have been since Meredith and I were interns. I gotta go find Amelia. Something about needing a consult?"

"You just want a good lay."

"You're not wrong," I winked at him, scurrying off to find my girlfriend.

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Amelia and I were in a heavy make out session in the on call room, my hands in her hair, hers on my ass, hips rolling together like waterfalls, when Lucas came in.

"Oh God!" He covered his eyes in horror. Amelia and I pulled away from each other to stare at the intern in annoyance.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him.

"I - I wanted to take a nap before my surgery!" He complained. "Not see the hospital mom screwing my aunt." He pulled his hand away from his eyes and glared at us.

"Well, find somewhere else!" Amelia snapped at him. "I haven't orgasmed in days."

"I don't need to hear this, you've already scared my eyes."

"Then leave because I'm going to --" I started to say but was effectively cut off.

"Bye."

"Where were we?" Amelia asked me, hands going back to their place on my ass.

"I think we were," I pushed myself into her arms and humped. "Here."

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"How did the surgery go?" I asked, stepping up next to him to fix the board.

"It went really good. Link let me close!"

"Oh! How nice! Congratulations!"

"Thanks!"

"Sorry if we ruined your nap," I said, feeling a little guilty.

"La la la! Can't here you!" Lucas said, walking away.

I giggled to myself.

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"I need Lucas today." Link said coming up to where I was.

"Get your own intern." I scolded him, looking back at the iPad.

"No, I need him. We did a similar surgery two weeks ago and Nico is helping Hunt. I need him."

"You're going soft! And you said you hated interns." I shook my head at him.

"Can I have him or not?" Link asked, growing impatient.

"Yeah, yeah, you can have him."

"Thanks."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ditching me for ortho?" I asked Lucas, perching myself on Amelia's lap.

"Ditching me for my aunt?"

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for her mouth." I smirked at him, making Amelia smile when he made a face.

"I think you do most of the sucking." Amelia said.

"I will definitely ditch you two for ortho any day." He told us, standing up and walking away.

"Wanna have another round before surgery?"

"Absolutely."

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[nwjws]

while you were sleeping - pjs

; PAIRING - jay x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - in which you’ve had the same album on repeat, unable to get it out of your mind. just like how jay, your roommate, can’t seem to get you out of his.

; WC - 1.4k (minus the lyrics)

; TAGS - college roommates au, fluff, from jay's pov, based off laufey's 'while you were sleeping' ; WARNINGS - not proofread

i still can't believe that you noticed me

mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you patiently wait for your roommate, park jay, to finish cooking up some breakfast. a comfortable silence has settled between you two, with the only sounds being the sizzling oil on the pan and your humming.

"you've been listening to the same 14 songs for the past week."

"what?" you ask, looking up at him. you stare at his back, broad shoulders exposed by his tank top.

he turns his head to look back at you over his shoulder, raising a perfect eyebrow. you realise then what he's saying.

laufey had released a new album last week, and you literally haven't played any other song outside of it since it dropped. you can feel jay judging you, but you just shrug at him. you were definitely not stopping.

"so what if i've had bewitched on repeat? can you deny that they're good?" you challenged him.

"no, of course not," he chuckled to himself, turning back to the pan. "i'm just surprised you haven't gotten sick of it yet."

"i would never get sick of laufey," you say with mock offence.

"alright, then," he said with a teasing undertone.

you wanted to retort, but he placed a plate in front of you, making you forget what you were going to say.

"hey, you have a later clinical today, right?" he asked as you two dug in.

"mhm."

"take the box i left in the fridge with you before you go then. its some extra lunch i made so you'd have enough energy to get through the day."

"thank you," you say appreciatively. "you really don't have to do that every time i have a heavier day."

"well, if i have time to, then i don't see why i shouldn't."

"what about you? what are you doing today?"

"my professor cancelled class today, so i'll go check out if i can bother heeseung or jake."

"i'll pray for whichever victim you choose, then," you joke.

"maybe i won't make you extra lunch next time," he pouted playfully.

"no, no. those actually really help me. god knows if i didn't score you as my roommate, i would have passed out several times by now."

"grateful to be of service"

after breakfast, jay lounges around the apartment as you're getting ready. some show plays on the tv, but it doesn't drown out the sound of must be love playing from your speakers.

you shout your leaving when you exit the shared apartment, and jay wishes you a good day. he watches you close the door, leaving him completely alone.

i'll never forget the first time i saw you then

when he drives to the shopping centre with jake later that day, he pauses mid-sentence when he realises something.

"is everything good?" his friend asks.

"yeah, i just recognised the song playing."

"really? you listen to from the start by laufey?" jake asks. he had decided to connect his phone to jay's carplay, and had been in the one in control of the playlist.

"not really, but my roommate does."

"y/n? that's pretty cool. they've got good music taste," he replies.

"they've had her newest album on repeat since she dropped it," jay laughs, eyes on the road.

"do you find that annoying?"

"of course not, it's funny seeing them prance around the apartment, belting their heart out," he laughs at a memory of you singing at the top of your lungs. "i guess i'm more of a second-hand listener now? if that's even a thing."

"probably," jake shrugs.

a light pink bouquet, a promise you'll stay and i start to believe

the two had decided to eat out at wagamama's first, before anything else.

"i think i'll get the pad thai," tells the waitor, who nods and notes it on his ipad.

"hm, i'm feeling like trying the grilled chicken ramen," jay says. "oh, could i also get the miso mixed vegetable salad to-go?"

"sure," the waitor replies. he pockets the small device in his apron, and leaves for the kitchen.

"you ordered another meal?" the younger asks curiously.

"me and y/n go here often. of course, i had to get them something. usually, they'll go for the typical miso salad, or some curry, but they've decided they wanted to try being vegan recently. so i got the vegan one," jay explains nonchalantly.

"wow, you really care a lot about them, huh?"

"of course, we're sharing the rent, after all. have to be a good roommate, otherwise they'll leave and i'll have to pay the bills on my own."

"maybe i should get a roommate," jake chuckles. "but i don't think i'd be able to get someone like you."

"i'd feel sorry for whoever ends up with you," jay teases him. "and anyway, they're a good roommate. they do the laundry for the both of us, and we usually spend the weekends cleaning together."

"you guys are so lucky," is all jake says.

i don't recognise myself ; who've i become?

jake dragged jay into their third clothing shop that day, despite jay's protests. in self-defence, jake whines about needing some new shoes.

"don't you have like, thirty pairs? what could you possibly need another one for?"

"actually, i only have twenty-eight. and i need one for graduation, of course."

"right, because none of your almost-thirty pairs suffice," jay rolls his eyes.

"don't act like you dont have seventy pairs of the same polo shirt."

"i don't!"

"i've seen your closet, don't lie to me."

jay sighs and leaves jake to wander around the shop on his own.

"there you go again, buying another shirt," jake's voice sighs from behind jay fifteen minutes later.

"not for me," jay shakes his head. he turns to show the clothing piece to his friend. "for y/n. this is definitely their style, and it'll fit them so well. they have a pair of shoes that are this exact colour, so it would be good outfit if they sandwhich it with any bottom piece they choose."

"you think a lot about your roommate," jake raises his eyebrow at him.

"i see them all the time, why wouldn't i?" jay asks.

"no, like, you think too much about y/n considering you're 'only roommates'," he says with a quote gesture.

"stop suggesting weird things," jay walks ahead to the counter, leaving jake to follow behind.

"is it really so weird, though? if you like y/n like that?"

jay just ignores him, and pays for the shirt. it's not, he thinks to himself, because it's not a new thought either.

i trace it all back, 3:30 am that night something turned in my heart

"thank you, jay," you hug him when he shows you what he got. "you really need to stop buying me things."

"i can't help it," he smiles. "when i see something that reminds me of you, i just feel like i have to get it."

"with how often you buy me things, i'd say a lot of things remind you of me, huh?"

"seems like it..." he scratches his nape, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. thanks jake, he scowls in his mind. now he can't stop thinking about what he said earlier.

you and jay decide to watch a movie the next night, since it was a friday, and neither of you had to be up early the next day.

but jay couldn't focus on the tv when you two were basically cuddling under the shared blanket on the sofa. his skin prickled where his arm hung around your shoulder, and the weight of your head on his made him feel light and airy.

the warmth of your body seeped through your clothes, and brought him immense comfort. your sweet scent filled his nose, subconsciously recognising it to be one of the perfumes he'd bought you.

it was only when the movie ended he realised he hadn't been watching at all. and neither were you, if your light snores were any indication.

he huffed amusedly to himself, and shifted on the sofa to get you two in a more comfortable position, actually lying down. reaching for the remote, he carefully switched off the tv, leaving the only source of light to be a soft, warm yellow coming from a corner lamp.

jay stared at your features, illuminated by the dim light. he realised right then, in the comfort of your arms, far into the night, what he felt for you.

while you were sleeping, i fell in love.

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[anotherwvba]

Challenge Accepted pt. 11

The ring announcer's voice boomed through the WVBA Omni Arena, electrifying the sold-out crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night at The Omni! I’m your main man on the mic, Jazzy Jamboree and tonight’s main event, aww man! The undefeated second-generation superstar, The Sandman, takes on the ever-unpredictable Irish Hooligan, Aran Ryan!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and boos, the energy off the charts.

"But we’ve got two more big bouts before then. So, fight fans, are you ready for some action!?" Jazzy bellowed. “Then let’s get ‘em out here and let… them… hands… GO!”

The crowd roared in response, their anticipation reaching a boiling point.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and "Queendom" by Moana A blasted through the speakers. Reina Adora stepped into the spotlight, her eyes hidden behind her luchadora mask. The crowd's reaction was immediate; boos and jeers filled the air, but Reina reveled in it. Ah, the sweet sound of envy. They wish they could be me.

Her corner followed closely behind her, Maria holding an iPad, capturing every moment. Reina strutted down the aisle, her every step oozing arrogance. She climbed into the ring, posing on the turnbuckle, soaking in the disdain like it was adoration. This is my kingdom now. These peasants should be grateful to witness my greatness.

Backstage, Skye paced nervously, her eyes darting around as she listened to her coach Vanessa

"Remember, Skye, stick to the game plan. You’ve got the speed and the footwork. Make that ring your dance floor."

Skye nodded, her eyes meeting Vanessa's. "I know, Coach."

Reina's music faded, replaced by the iconic guitar riff of "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour. 

Vanessa looked at Skye, her eyebrows raised, "This song? Really?"

Skye grinned, her eyes shining. "Hey, if this is my only shot in the WVBA, I'm gonna do it right."

Vanessa smiled back, her eyes filled with pride. "Then let's do it right."

Skye stepped onto the stage, and for a moment, she was awestruck. The crowd was cheering…  for her. She dropped to one knee, looking down as her right glove brushed the ground. When she looked up, Vanessa had her wrist in front of Skye like she had asked to look at her coach’s watch.

Skye looked up at Vanessa and smiled. Then she stood up and yelled, "It's clobberin' time!" before heading down the aisle to the ring. This is really happening. I'm here, in the WVBA, about to fight. Holy crap, this is awesome.

As she approached ringside, her eyes caught sight of familiar faces—Glass Joe, Cutie, Star, and Niki were all there, holding up signs. Glass Joe’s read “Coeur de Lionne.” Cutie’s read “Windy City Wonder,” while Niki’s read “Time to Dance!” Then, there was Mika’s. “Chi-Town Tough.”

Skye felt her eyes well up, but she blinked back the tears. Oh my God, they're here. They're actually here for me. 

Vanessa leaned in, her voice full of encouragement. "You see that, Skye? You've got an army behind you. Now go show lucha chick how we do things in Chicago."

Skye nodded, her eyes meeting Vanessa's. "You got it, Coach!"

With that, Skye climbed into the ring, her eyes locking onto Reina. The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo as Skye danced around the ring, soaking in the adoration.

Reina’s eyes narrowed, never leaving Skye as the rookie moved toward her corner. She thinks she's a star. Soaking up cheers like a desperate child seeking approval. How quaint.

Skye started loosening up, her eyes never leaving Reina's. Reina smirked, running her thumb across her throat.

Skye's heart raced, but she didn't let it show. She wants to intimidate me? Nah, girl. Curtain’s up. Showtime.

Jazzy's voice captured the attention of the sold-out crowd as the music faded. "Ladies and gentlemen, we start off the evening with a Women's Circuit bout scheduled for three rounds! Your referee for this bout is Daisy Coroa!"

The crowd began to buzz as the formalities got underway.

Reina’s eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Skye, as she flexed her hands in her gloves. Meanwhile, Skye’s eyes scanned the arena, taking in the moment before settling on Reina, all the while, bouncing and staying loose.

"Introducing first, in the red corner, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 143 pounds, fighting out of Tijuana, Mexico, she had a professional record of 7 wins, 3 losses, and 5 wins by way of knockout. Presenting 'La Realeza del Anillo,' Reina Adora!"

The crowd's reaction was a mix of cheers and boos, mostly boos, but Reina soaked it in, raising her arms and turning in a slow circle to face all sides of the arena. She then blew a disdainful kiss to the crowd, her eyes cold and unyielding.

She's soaking it in like she's already won, Skye thought, her fists clenched. I can't wait to wipe that smug look off her face.

"And her opponent, in the blue corner. She stands 5 feet 5 inches, weighed in at 118 pounds. Fighting out of the Windy City, Chicago, Illinois, making her professional debut, she is 'Chi-Town Tough,' Skye Ivy!"

The crowd roared in approval, and Skye felt a surge of energy. She raised her gloved fists high, bouncing lightly on her toes, and then pointed to the crowd, mouthing "Thank you!"

Ah, the people love an underdog, Reina mused, her lips curling into a smirk. You won’t be their darling for long, chica.

Referee Daisy Coroa called both fighters to the center of the ring. "Alright, ladies, we went over the instructions in the locker room. I expect a clean fight. Listen to my commands at all times and protect yourselves at all times. Got it?"

Reina leaned in close to Skye, her eyes locked onto hers. "Espero que estés lista, niña. This is my ring, and you're just a guest."

Skye met Reina's gaze, unflinching. "Well, you know what they say about guests, right? They sometimes overstay their welcome."

Reina chuckled. "Cute. But I'm not in the mood for games."

"And I'm not in the mood to back down," Skye retorted.

Daisy intervened, "Alright, that's enough talk, ladies. Touch gloves and go back to your corners."

As they touched gloves, Reina spotted Mika, Niki, Cutie, and Glass Joe in the crowd. "Ah, the little fan club! Enjoy the show, darlings. It’ll be a quick one!" Reina blew them a sarcastic kiss as she sauntered back to her corner, eliciting boos from the crowd.

In Skye's corner, Vanessa saw the nerves in her eyes. "Skye, listen to me. You've got this. You've trained hard, and you're ready. Now go out there and show everyone what 'Chi-Town Tough' really means."

Vanessa inserted Skye's mouthpiece, and Skye bit down on it. "Thank you, Coach. Thank you for believing in me. I wouldn’t be here without you."

Vanessa smiled, her eyes meeting Skye's. "Heart of a lion, kid. Now get out there and roar."

Both fighters started warming up in their respective corners. Reina threw a few air punches, her eyes locking onto Skye's. She's nervous. Good. She should be. She has no idea what’s coming.

Reina smiled as she punched her gloves together before kissing her right glove and holding it out threateningly toward Skye.

Skye simply smirked and threw a series of quick jabs and hooks into the air, her eyes never leaving Reina's. This is my moment. My stage. And I'm ready to dance.

The tension was electric, the crowd's anticipation at a fever pitch. As Skye and Reina held each other’s gaze, it was clear—this next chapter in the Women’s Circuit was going to be unforgettable.

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[sarida-candy]

My journey

I knew the loa with the subliminals, three years ago. at first it was yandere subliminal. I had been trying to manifest one with subliminals for 7 months. I had a problem at the time. then I got to know about subliminal boosters. so learn that there were subliminals for everything. for a while I had to stop the subliminals. I come back to listen to subliminals and there were several people who were exposed (rose subliminal, celestial subliminal and another one I believe). so I started wondering who to trust, knowing that I wasn't listening to any of his submakers. then someone says to create your own subliminals yourself, so that we will know the affirmations. At that time, I had a lot of limiting thoughts. I had heard that if we knew the statements, our brain would have a hard time accepting them (that's wrong, you make your rules).

I had started doing my subliminals, but it didn't work, because I still had a lot of limiting thoughts.

Honestly, I think I forgot the existence of the loa. one day i go to wattpad and i see a story about loa knowing that i learned about subliminal from someone from wattpad. I decide to read and the person tells their story and tells us to do some research. I do research and I come across amino, reddit and tumblr. I went to tumblr more often to find out more. there are several people who said several completely different things.

the shifting becomes known and I begin to be interested in it. sometimes I succeeded sometimes not.

with shifting, I experienced manifestation. (I still had limiting thoughts.) I often read "you gotta do this, you gotta do that". I'm starting to read more and more about it.

one day on youtube I come across a subliminal "reality god", I am not a believer but, I found it disrespectful, so I went to read the statements and I did not understand. (now I know it's the same as void state).

a few months ago and I am reading more and more conflicting things. so, I'm leaving this community and focusing on shifting. I hear about permanent shifting. I had a lot of doubts about this. I had read that you had to die to go there. I even found subliminals about death and people saying it was to reappear. afterwards, some people said that people could just manifest. I do some further research on the manifestation, but again I come across conflicting things.

void state is becoming popular and many people say that it takes a lot of things to get there. afterwards, people were doing methods and saying that self-concept was important. but, my life was horrible, my former best friends bullied me and my brother tried to kill himself. now i'm better

now my concept of me is perfect, i can say that i am perfection.

I have already entered the void but I only realize it when I wake up.

what I've been able to manifest through affirmations or just thinking about it

stop hurting

an exact situation two seconds after saying it

predict what someone will say

have a certain character

an ipad

teleport lost item

know what a person is thinking

shift

a premonitory dream

time travel

swap two courses

and maybe something else but I don't remember

I advise the beginner to make simple manifestation, to prove to you that you are capable of it. but you are able to manifest that your whole life changes if you wish. don't give up, i know sometimes life is horrible, but always pull yourself together. prove to everyone who underestimated you that you are better

I believe in you I love you you make your rule don't worry about tomorrow

love, sarida-candy

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[shiny-jr]

So hoyo revealed all of the harbingers

I saw that. Okay, this is just my thought but... doesn't it seem a little too convenient for the harbingers to be revealed now of all times? Now when Sumeru characters were just leaked earlier and dropped too at around the same time? So the harbingers practically overshadow the Sumeru characters? I feel like Mihoyo saw that Sumeru's banners were ready to flop because a good part of the Western fandom was still upset with the lack of representation for people of color. So their solution was the harbingers. But I could be completely wrong. Personally, I most likely won't be wishing for any of the Sumeru characters for this reason. But moving on...

Anyways, I liked the trailer. It had good music, good visuals, the tension was there. I just wasn't... hyped. Look, I'm almost always rooting for the villains in the media I see. But for some reason I just don't like the harbingers or the Tsaritsa. Don't get me wrong, they're okay. I don't dislike them for the most part, but I don't like them either. Here's my unwanted opinion on each harbinger:

La Signora - Glad she died. I hated her. She played the villain role, but it wasn't entertaining, scary, or fun in the slightest. She had her use, she's gone. Also, I did not really like her design. I also wish the one who killed her died too, to be honest.

Tartaglia - Ehhh. I kinda don't care about him. I think the only reason I lean more towards very low-key liking him is because he was a somewhat entertaining villain and he has an interesting past. What makes it better? His English voice actor is funny. I like him.

Scaramouche - Funny little dude, interesting design, very very interesting lore and how he's kind of like a god almost? But his personality annoys me. I wish we saw more of him in Inazuma, but I assume we'll see more of him in Sumeru. I wanted to add him to my team of five star short boys but there's a rumor that he'll be a completely different person when he's playable so I'm kind of iffy now.

Dottore - Based on what I've heard, his personality and interests make me not like him. But he's probably gonna be the one to steal the gnosis from that cocomelon iPad kid disgrace of a god. What's he gonna do?? Give her a bunch of fidget toys in exchange for the gnosis? Just because he's going against the dendro god, I'll probably end up liking him more later.

Pantalone - Funny name. He looks like Baizhu. Most hyped for him, and not even because of his design or personality or anything. I'm excited because I'm 99% sure he's voiced by Michael Tatum, aka voice of Sebastian from Black Butler, Kyoya from OHSHC, etc. I don't even like those characters, I just like the voice actor. So I want to see more of him. Not sure if I'll wish for him though.

Pulcinella - Honestly, I'm relieved that all the harbingers aren't young guys and girls that Mihoyo can use to advertise and gain money off of. It makes the most sense to have some older members.

Pierro - This dude looks really really cool. Giving off major dilf vibes. If he's interesting and actually appeals to me and becomes playable, I might be interested in pulling for him if I'm still playing genshin by then.

Capitano - Take off the mask.

Sandrone - Idk, I know she didn't speak but I don't like her already. I'm not too fond of her. She doesn't appeal to me in the slightest. But that machine or person carrying her? Reveal your name, sir. Are you a machine or man?

Arlecchino - I'm not too sure about her design, but I actually kind of like her based off the lines she said. It's not much to go off of but it's something.

Columbina - Get off the coffin you Lilia Vanrouge wanna-be.

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