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6ngelface · 3 months

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productivity log !! 🕯️ೀ

a sneak peak of my first week back into the last year of high school

💌 study habits !!

✩˚ 9.5 hours logged of study, with 2 hours of english tuition + 1 hour of latin tuition + 2 hours of maths tuition -> total: 14.5 hours

✩˚ attempting to not submit anything overdue, or put anything to the last minute-- meaning that i complete any work the second i am assigned it!

🐇 health & wellbeing !!

✩˚ ran twice, hoping to go for a run once i head home! (just did, for 30 mins!!)

✩˚ daily 1 min planks, 30x jumping jacks, 30x squats, and stretch before bed

✩˚ restricting eating out, including drinks, to once every fortnight

✩˚ making a wonderful breakfast of oats with oat milk, bananas, and protein peanut butter every day ♡

✩˚ dental clean check up over the weekend

🩰 self growth !!

✩˚ volunteering at my local opshop on saturday (every fortnight) one of the other volunteers brought in a date slice that was to die for!

✩˚ went to a pride parade, walked 4.2 km

✩˚ screen time: 2h 12 min (phone) and 4h 55min (ipad) weekly avg :(

🌷 goals !!

✩˚ consume consciously! this includes changing how i approach eating and mindless social media

✩˚ reduce screen time to 2hrs or less each device

✩˚ run every second day

✩˚ submit english tuition hw for the first time 🥲

signing off !! 🧸⋆˚꩜

ending this chapter of my life is daunting, but something to look to into the future. for now, i wish to do the best that i can and that means not losing focus of my goals and my ambitions. i’ve been really trying to connect to others more and make new friends, especially ones that i can study with and that i look up to. i have been worrying vaguely about love because of our formal coming up, but i’m sure that it’ll pass. i shouldn’t worry, regardless, because it will come to me when the time is right. i hope not to lose sight of myself and to be true, always. i’m always open and looking to making mutuals! i’d love to be your friend 🩷

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quirklessidiot · 6 months

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title: Y/N and her boys [sneak peek] pairing : Upper classman/popular kid!Gojo Satoru x F!reader, Exchange student!Eren Jaeger x F!reader, MMA Fighter/Celebrity!Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader, Childhood Bestfriend!Aki Hayakawa x F!reader, Varsity football player!Itoshi Rin x F!reader (use of she/her pronouns) Genre: Alternate Universe-University setting, romance, fluff, angst (if you squint), slice of life, drama, all cliche romance genres unite! (Based on the Manhwa, Bunny and her Boys)

Summary: Y/N’s denied the existence of pretty boys and god forbid she’d ever end up dating one yet with one horrid break-up, she decides that relationships aren’t just meant for someone stupid like her but the problem is — five of them suddenly appear and god, why does it seem like they can’t get enough of her?

General warning for the story: mild sexual content, cliche tropes (help), mahito is his own warning, minor character death, mentions of depression, a lot of second-hand embarrassment from y/n's part (shes not a cool girl, SHE IS A BUBBLING MESS AND THATS OK <33), insecurities, bullying, and mentions of cheating Notes: english isn't my first language! (dont judge me) this multi-chaptered story will probably be 20-30 chapters (idk) in ao3. you can totally tell this story is rooted from self-indulgence LMFAO. Im not sure if i should cross post it but im leaning towards ao3 more either ways, can't wait to release this on friday!

also can u guess who she ends up with :P rb’s are appreciated yay FULL VERSION IS RIGHT HERE!

SNEAK PEAK

“Maybe…Maybe we should break up.”

There's another round of silence between you two, and you know that you can’t exactly take it back anymore since you had said it loud and clear, “Woah, woah, I told you I wasn’t with Misa.” his voice turns louder, and the background noises are good as gone as if he had left the noisy place, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you-”

“I said,” you try to control the stammering of your voice, trying to avoid the stares of the people who cast odd glances, “We’re done. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.” and before he could let another excuse out of his mouth, you end the call. It is only now that you notice how your legs have been quivering and your mouth has gone dry, seemingly like a pup who had just been born and trying to walk. You lose your footing and sit down on the dirty pavement.

No tears were shed at that very moment, probably because you were only stupefied, and it was written clearly on your face that this wouldn’t be something you’d recover anytime soon. Heck, you couldn’t even grasp the idea entirely that someone you’ve been friends with for years and, eventually, a lover would do that to you.

Was it as easy as a snap of a finger?

“Miss? Miss?” someone calls out, but it only bounces back to him like an echo in a cave. You remain still, eyes blinking rapidly while the rest of your face is slack. Everyone around you continued to move, but you remained there like a decorated statue.

“Miss? Christ, you’re about to be–” the husky voice also stops, and it’s only now that you look up to find a man. He seems stocky but, simultaneously, smaller, as if he didn’t want to come off as intimidating when he maintained eye-to-eye contact.

He is incongruous with everyone who walks by since he desperately tries to hide his features with a baseball cap and a dark face mark. The only thing you can see are strands of his bleached hair, his eyes that resemble the sunshine that peeked through the glasses of whiskey, and the swirls of ink becoming visible underneath his coat when he stretches out his arm.

If this were any other day, you’d run in the opposite direction because he looked like an unscrupulous loan shark, but your body remains in a state of unknown fatigue that you just wanted to stay still.

You watch as his face softens, the lines on his forehead somewhat disappearing when he watches the color bleed from your face. “...Alright…” he stops, squinting as he crouches to your level. His thick thighs encompass the rough expanse of his straight jeans, and you wondered if he had been an athlete or something. Aside from his built, his presence was rather invigorating, “oh…” he continues, “Sorry, you-uh…” The confidence he had to throw you off is gone like the evening dust as he motions his index finger up and down his face.

At that moment, you feel something wet running down your cheek. It seemed like the waterworks were late.

You didn’t want to be a pity party in front of anyone, and you’d expect there to be only bystanders, not ‘good samaritans’.

You sniffled, violently wiping the tears away as you felt your ribs were too tight when you took one long breath, “I’m fine…” you respond monotonously.

Who were you even fooling?

“Right…” you carefully watch him take out a handkerchief, “Fine, sitting on a dirty pavement near my car doesn’t make you look fine, Miss.” he prodded.

“Well, what do you care, anyways?” you tried to keep your voice from cracking, but the stranger showed no qualms of anxiety or fear, nor did he seem mad at your snappy attitude. The blue handkerchief is laid on his palm, waiting for you to take it, yet you exhibit no signs of accepting his kindness. Instead of forcing you through like the usual status quo, he returns it to his pockets.

The odd man.

“Well, for one, I don’t want to run your feet over since I’m parked over here,” he thumbs towards the black jeep that’s parked in front of you, “And my mom didn’t raise me to leave a girl sitting alone, crying her eyes out…”

“Well, did your mom tell you to mind your own business, as well?” your body remains heavy and distant from the stranger, not minding if it came off as rude, but you’ve always been wary of them, especially the ones who claimed to be nice. You wouldn’t be swayed even if you were in a vulnerable place.

He sucks in a deep breath, quite surprised that you had the energy to exchange a vehement response to him. Weren’t you just about to bawl your eyes out?

“Well, you honestly looked like you deserve some niceness after whatever happened.” he conceded, remaining suspiciously friendly, “Piece of advice, though, if it’s a guy, he’s not worth it.”

“I-what makes you think it’s a guy?” there it goes again, the unknown tightening of your throat and the way the gummy lids on your eyes would heat up as if a pipe of water was about to burst and flood the segways any moment.

“It’s always an asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a woman right.” he lamely explains, and slowly but hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to move away, he places one hand on top of your hand.

Unlike a while ago, you weren’t as hostile, but you were confused about why the stranger suddenly did this and didn’t seem to tilt away like you usually would, “So go home tonight, Miss. Cry it out and wake up tomorrow for yourself. You’ll be fine.”

You don’t even see his entire face, but the way he gently caresses your hair as if you were a long-time friend had your lips quivering, and without even realizing it, your torso bends forward. You bury your face in your arms, finding solace in your makeshift fetal position.

The stranger says nothing more; honestly, you didn’t even mind. His newfound presence is comforting.

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landsel · 7 months

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The SFW panels from this week's Thirsty Thursday~!

Mafia!Leo hiding Yin under the desk to make sure that his rude colleague doesn't get the wrong idea... This is a sneak peak at a chapter of Avant Guardian~

I really wanted to color this, but I ran out of time~

(These characters are 30+ years old, all of the characters I depict this way are not minors) 💙🐢💙

See the rest of the panels on my Patreon~

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chiriwritesstuff · 3 months

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one last chapter 7 sneak peek for ya!

You guys, I don't know if I could ever top this chapter in terms of wackiness. This is the peak for me! I just spent the last 30 minutes wheezing at how crazy this chapter is! I hope you all are ready!

Chapter 7 is out tonight!

… and then, all hell breaks loose. Tommy is beside himself, his face red, and his eyes filled with tears as he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his middle. "Shit, Henry! When I asked you to do this, I honestly didn't think you had the balls to go through with it, but I so owe you, my man!" he exclaims, enthusiastically high-fiving his nephew-in-law. "This is the best fucking day of my life!" "Henry?!" Sarah exclaims, her face flushed with rage. "This is what you needed to do in the office at 6 am this morning?!" Henry's expression crumbles as he witnesses his wife's ire, suddenly realizing that he's just dug himself into a deep hole. "Sarah," he stammers, attempting to regain composure. "This isn't what it looks like—"

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thesistersarcheron · 8 months

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The next chapter of viciousness & intelligence will be out on AO3 on Wednesday, August 30! In the meantime, have a little sneak peak…

Cassian dropped onto one of the wide balconies of the palace above the Hewn City with enough force to shake the mountain and make Nesta’s teeth rattle in her skull.

“I’m beginning to think you’re showing off,” she told him as she pushed out of his arms and onto the moonstone floor on unsteady feet, brushing a hand over her snow-dusted cloak. “Tell me, do you bats really have wingspan measuring contests up in those mountains? Or are you in some eternal competition over who has the healthiest joints once you reach,” she cast a concerned glance somewhere between his hips and his knees and lowered her voice to a whisper, “a certain age?”

Cassian let out a good-natured huff, and a warm, heavy hand fell onto her shoulder.

“I’d like to see you do better,” he said, leading her through a set of billowing curtains and into the palace proper. Warm, welcoming magic enveloped her, and the stiffness she hadn’t realized she was carrying in her spine relaxed. Cassian’s hand squeezed her shoulder. “Come on, we can head to Velaris and see if Feyre can magic up some wings for you so—”

“My knees are in perfect shape.” Nesta sniffed. Gods, she’d seen some of her sister’s dreadful attempts at flying; she didn’t need to try it for herself. “I don’t feel the need to go around proving it to everyone, unlike some.”

“I certainly hope not.”

Nesta tore her attention away from the colored lanterns hanging high above—she would have thought them garish anywhere else, but somehow, in this strange, magical palace, they were a thing of beauty.

She watched Cassian instead, cataloging the suddenly tense muscle in his jaw, the darkness in his eyes. The way his lips twitched when he caught her looking and the roguish wink he shot at her in return.

She snorted. “You have a filthy mind.”

“You like it,” he said, all brash, swaggering confidence, and his hand migrated from her shoulder to well below her waist.

“On occasion,” Nesta agreed mildly, but her breath caught when he tightened his hold on her, pulling her into the circle of his arms. Chest-to-chest, they were so close she could feel his heartbeat as if it were her own.

“Come on, Nes,” he goaded. His head dipped, his windswept curls tickling her cheek before hot kisses landed on the hinge of her jaw, the column of her throat. “Remember the first time we came here? Let’s go for another ride. The little Autumn prick won’t be here before nightfall.”

“We’re supposed to meet Azriel before that,” Nesta reminded him, pressing one useless hand to his chest but not quite mustering the strength to push him away. His mouth migrated to the corner of hers, and she was helpless against the onslaught, the fingers of her free hand tangling almost mindlessly in the ends of his dark hair.

“Good,” Cassian groaned, and Nesta felt the vibration of it all the way down to her toes, “he missed out last time we did this. We can have a redo.”

“Cass,” she breathed, ignoring the shiver that rippled down her spine in response to the rasped Say my name like that again, sweetheart against her neck. “Cut it out. I mean it.”

Cassian paused, his half-lidded eyes locked on hers, and a laugh as dark as a moonless night cut through the thick air.

“Please, don’t stop on my account.”

Nesta’s heart leapt into her throat.

The effect Azriel’s voice had on her lingered like a cool caress, sinking into her muscles and settling into the marrow of her bones. The small line of consternation between Cassian’s brows melted away as she glanced around him, seeking out its source, and—

There it was.

The darkness at the edge of her vision that she’d assumed was desire, the sort of tunnel-vision that made her hyperaware every inch of her body and her partner’s with razor-fine detail until the rest of the world faded away… It didn’t come back into focus when her attention landed on it. No, it wasn’t that needy, unfocused haze at all; it was the same dark specter she’d seen in the cabin the night before last.

Azriel Shadowsinger, sheltered in the darkness he commanded.

Though he had cloaked himself in shadow, the unhinged male that had knelt at her feet just a day earlier was gone. His posture was relaxed, one ankle crossed over another and his wings splayed out comfortably against the wall behind him. It was the stance of a male so utterly at ease that nothing would faze him, so self-assured that nothing could touch him.

Looking at him, Nesta couldn’t help but think of the feral, fearful gleam in his eye when he’d bit out what Autumn would do to her when they found out she had lain with Cassian, with him. He’d bared his teeth at her, his face wild, his shadows roiling…

But the hard whip-crack of his voice had been desperate.

So painfully desperate.

She couldn’t blame him. Gods knew she had a far sharper tongue.

And now, with too many feet of open air between them, she felt the pull of him like a magnet.

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hazel-islivingtrash · 10 days

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New chapter this weekend~~ Satoru and Suguru take on the mall together! Does Satoru realize this is a date? Who knows! (I do :) )

It'll be posted a bit earlier than normal because I have plans and would rather post it a earlier than later <3 Posting time for this weekend will be around 1:30 eastern time on Saturday!

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Sneak peak of chapter 13: I Need to Do This Right With You (Spoiler free!):

Satoru tried the long-sleeve on first, along with a pair of ripped jeans. He swayed his arms while he looked at himself in the mirror. It fit nicely, like he thought it would, and it filled him with enough confidence to step out of the changing room.

When he exited, he made a show of twirling for Suguru, laughing as he did so.

Suguru’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened slightly. Satoru stopped his spinning, and stood looking back at Suguru.

Suguru blinked a few times, “You look great.”

Satoru dipped his head down bashfully. “Thanks, I try,” he laughed, fiddling with the sleeves and sliding them up and down his arms.

Suguru huffed a laugh and cleared his throat. “The kids are totally going to make fun of us for having matching shirts.”

Satoru scoffed. “Well, those squirts are just jealous of us. We’re amazing.” he crossed his arms, holding his head high as he smiled.

“We are,” Suguru jokingly agreed.

Satoru went through the rest of his clothes, playing around with his last outfit. He came out with three sets of sunglasses on his face, having to walk hesitantly so they could stay stacked properly.

Suguru laughed, taking a picture as Satoru posed. “What are those for? Do you have six eyes or something?”

“Maybe I do,” Satoru joked, coming over to check out the photos. He looked like an idiot, but he loved them anyway. “Send those to me.”

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If this intrigues you, it would be amazing if you could check out my fic! I usually post on Saturdays around 3pm eastern time.

Current status of fic:

Current status of fic: 12 out of 25 chapters complete, just over 66k words ❤️❤️

**The story is rated mature and with a warning of graphic depictions of violence.

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thepascalofus · 9 months

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Supply Run - Return (Part Two) SNEAK PEAK

A/N: Hey everyone! I want to thank you all so so so much for the responses on the first part of this miniseries (maybe it’ll be longer? not sure). Many of you have expressed reasonable impatience for the second chapter (don’t worry, I’ve been there), so I thought I would provide y’all with a sneak peak! I’m posting this from my phone so I apologize if the formatting is weird. Part two is currently in progress, so enjoy!

The helmet covering his head swiveled from left to right and right to left. No one matched the description of his quarry. Repeating his previous process, he made his way down the stall-lined alley and asked a couple different vendors.

Once the last vendor finished talking, and provided him with another lead, he dug his hand into his pocket and slid the credits on the stall’s counter towards them. Turning his back towards the vendor, his feet carried him two steps back into the market.

Then he saw you.

You stood hunched over a table of colorful bracelets. Tapping his fingers to the temple of his helmet, Mando zoomed in and the helmet displayed your face to him, deep in thought. Looking down, you were hovering your hands over a grid of various green bracelets.

You stopped on one. Mostly brown, almost too much to be in the green section, Mando thought. Nonetheless, the green and silver streaks peeked in and out of the thick threads of brown that made up the bracelet. Your fingers sorted through the sizes of the bracelet and selected one that looked close to your size.

Clutching it in one hand, the other hand searched for another of the same bracelet. It was larger than the previous size. You set the smaller bracelet down and tested the strings. The bracelet was adjustable, and you smiled at the discovery.

You transferred the bracelets into one hand and used the other to dig into your pockets. Palm held out flat, Mando guessed that about twenty credits sat in your palm. He followed your gaze to the sign listing the prices.

PRICES

1 bracelet = 15 credits

2 = 30 credits

3 = 45 credits

4 = 60 credits

Shoulders falling, you dropped the credits back into your pocket and returned the bracelets to their original spot in the grid of green. Ground crunched beneath your shoes as you turned and continued wandering through the market.

Mando noted it was the third stall to the left of the bright green stall on the left side of the alley.

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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 5 months

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Hello! Do you have a scene from ksfm that we can see?

Yeah, sure! First scene of Chapter 30 is under the cut (for length)⬇️

(just a warning, though, that I've rewritten this scene more times than I can count and I'm still not sure if it's how I want it yet so it might be changed again when I post the full chapter. But I'm sharing it anyway here because I doubt it will end up being radically different! Kind of an exposition dump, but I'm hoping you'll enjoy this chapter when it's finished!)

Lily was still awake when the sun filled her office the next morning, the room buzzing with the steady hum that rose from the pile of parchment on the floor in front of her, where McGonagall’s enchanted quill was dutifully at work — writing letters and addressing envelopes.

Yawning, Lily rubbed her eyes and stretched, reaching for her wand as she turned her attention back to the growing stack of Quibbler magazines that littered the floor around her.

“Geminio,” she muttered, tapping her wand against the edge of the nearest magazine. With a low pop, it duplicated, producing an identical copy that fluttered down to rest in her lap. She bit her lip, examining her work with a careful eye.

Perfect, she decided. Just a few hundred left to go…

In a matter of minutes, she’d settled into a steady rhythm…the duplications taking shape in a constant drum — a repetitive cycle of tap, pop, rustle — as she murmured the incantation enough times for the word to lose all meaning to her ears.

Tap, pop, rustle. Tap, pop, rustle. Tap, pop, rustle.

By the time she’d made it halfway through, the stack of magazines rising higher and higher around her, the sun had fully risen — her office shrouded in the distractingly blinding light of the dawning day.

It was then that her work was interrupted, the sound of a knocking on her door accompanying the low thrum of noise that surrounded her.

Lily froze in place, wand poised against the edge of The Quibbler, and surveyed the vast array of parchment that could get her in serious trouble in the eyes of the wrong company.

“Who is it?” she called out, hand tightening around her wand.

“Just me!”

With a slow breath, Lily relaxed. “Come in, Harry!”

The door creaked open to reveal Harry, Ron, and Hermione — all three of them looking bemused as they took in the sight of Lily on the floor below, surrounded by a mess of parchment, envelopes, and magazines.

Lily slipped her wand into her pocket, lifting her hands to brush away the loose strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail somewhere in her sleepless night, and offered Harry what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“Good morning, Harry,” she said. “Ron, Hermione — good to see you both…”

Harry, who’d stepped into the room holding a plate teeming with breakfast food, greeted her with a soft smile of his own. “‘Morning,” he returned. “We, uh, didn’t see you at breakfast, so…” He trailed off, holding up the plate.

Lily felt something flutter within her — a wave of fondness for her son’s deep wells of kindness.

“Thank you,” she said softly, getting to her feet and taking the plate. She gestured towards the sofa, and Ron and Hermione followed her lead — settling down side-by-side while Lily dragged her desk chair over and sat down to eat.

Harry, meanwhile, walked over to the center of the room, crouching down to examine the stacks of parchment and McGonagall’s quill. “What’s this?”

Lily didn’t answer right away, starting on her scrambled eggs as she considered her response.

“It’s…phase one.”

Harry looked up at that, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He glanced briefly over at Ron and Hermione — noting their shared confusion — before returning his attention to Lily. “Phase one of what?”

Lily couldn’t hold back a smile at that. “Oh, you know,” she said. “My plan to get rid of Umbridge and put the Ministry in its place once and for all, of course.”

Harry’s eyes widened. On the sofa, Ron let out a loud snicker that was hurriedly shushed by Hermione.

“Ah…” said Harry, in a voice that seemed caught between amusement and confusion. “You’re going to take down the Ministry with copies of The Quibbler?”

“It’s one part of the plan, yeah.”

At the kids’ blank expressions Lily chuckled, setting down her plate. “I’m sending a copy of Rita Skeeter’s articles about Umbridge and the blood quill to every Hogwarts parent,” she explained. “Along with an anonymous letter explaining how to contact the Auror department and the Hogwarts governors…should they wish to send along their complaints.”

She paused, eyes flicking briefly to the quill, and watched for a moment as it continued to address envelopes. “I…think at least some of them will want to do that.”

Harry stared at her. “Every Hogwarts parent?”

“Most of them,” Lily clarified. “I’m not sending one to the Malfoys…or anyone else that I know is in Fudge’s pocket. I mean…I’m sure he’ll catch wind of this eventually, but…delaying that seems like a good idea.”

Harry nodded, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the stack of Quibblers.

“That’s brilliant, Mrs. Potter!” Hermione spoke up enthusiastically, leaning forward on the sofa and fixing Lily with a look of rapt attention. “The Quibbler doesn’t have wide readership…I bet most people outside Hogwarts have no idea about these recent articles…”

“Definitely not,” Ron agreed. “My dad only buys it to be nice to the Lovegoods. He says you’d have to be a complete nutter to take anything in it very seriously.”

There was a brief pause, and then Ron’s ears began to redden as his words seemed to register. “I didn’t mean…I mean, I’m sure people will take these articles seriously…”

Lily laughed. “It’s okay, Ron. I’m not expecting everyone to believe it. But, as much as I dislike her, Rita Skeeter’s name does carry weight with a lot of people…and if parents know that their kids are at risk of being harmed here by Umbridge…”

She paused, grimacing as her mind swam with images of the words on Harry and Rose’s hands. “Parents won’t be happy. And if Fudge’s main motivation is keeping public opinion on his side…”

“He’ll show her the door,” Harry finished. “Turn on her the instant she starts causing problems for him politically.” He scowled slightly, walking over to slump down on the sofa next to Ron. “Just like with me and Dumbledore.”

Lily nodded. “That’s the idea, yeah. For phase one, at least.”

Harry looked up, reaching to adjust his glasses as he studied her intently. “What’s the rest of it?”

Lily cleared her throat, clasping her hands together in front of her. “I’m sort of…working it out as I go, to be honest,” she admitted, earning a low chuckle from Harry. “But the idea is twofold. Half of it is about building up the public pressure until it’s completely impossible for the Ministry to keep denying everything that’s happened to you. I want to put Umbridge and Fudge on the defensive, pit them against each other so we can discredit them and bring them down. And the other part…”

She paused, withdrawing a slip of parchment from her pocket and extending it to Harry. He took it eagerly, holding it out so Ron and Hermione could have a look.

“Is that…a class schedule?” Ron asked uncertainly.

“It’s Umbridge’s class schedule,” Hermione realized, her eyes darting up and down the parchment with interest. “See? That’s our class there…” She pointed at a spot near the center of the page.

“That’s right, Hermione,” Lily said, reaching for the parchment again and folding it carefully.

“Where did you get—”

“From McGonagall. Last night.” Lily gestured at the enchanted quill, which was still scratching away at the stack of envelopes. “She lent me that too.”

“But why…” Harry began, and Lily could practically see the gears turning in his head as he raced to work out her plan. She smiled, somewhat deviously.

“Because the other part,” she said slowly, “is causing as much mayhem for Umbridge as possible…keeping her distracted so she can’t do any more harm. Every minute of her free time is going to be absolute pandemonium for her, and she’ll be so busy trying to put out all the fires we start, she won’t be able to lift a finger in her own defense.”

There was a short pause, a momentary silence as Lily’s words sunk in, and then Harry was smiling slyly — sharing a brief, excited glance with his friends as he ran a hand through his hair. “That’s brilliant, Mum.”

“Thought you’d like that,” Lily smiled. “It’s exactly what your father would’ve done. He and Sirius were the masters of mayhem when they were your age.”

“But why the class schedule?” he asked. “I mean, we don’t learn anything in her lessons anyway, so couldn’t we also—”

“No, Harry,” Lily chuckled. “I have to set some limits on the madness. Otherwise, every class time would be disrupted and nobody would be able to learn a thing.”

“We wouldn’t mind,” Ron quipped, earning a snicker from Harry.

Hermione shushed them quickly, seemingly out of habit, and leaned forward again on the sofa. “How can we help?”

Lily thought for a moment. On a whim, she drew her wand and unfolded Umbridge’s class schedule, murmuring the duplication spell and producing an identical copy. “I’m going to cause a distraction tonight so I can get up to the Owlery and mail all of this without Umbridge or Filch inspecting it,” she explained. “But in the meantime—”

She held the duplicated schedule out to Harry, who took it with a curious look. “Fred and George might be interested in seeing this,” she said coyly. “Maybe it will…spark some ideas…”

Ron whistled lowly. “This’ll be downright dangerous in their hands.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Lily replied, and the kids laughed.

“Anything else?” Harry asked.

Lily shook her head, smiling at him as she reached for her breakfast again. “Just…relax,” she said. “Relax and enjoy the chaos.”

#kindly stopped for me #ksfm sneak peak #chapter 30

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CHAPTER UPDATE

Chapter 24 Sneak Peak:

When Klaus knocked on the front door of the Gilbert’s house, it was Jeremy that answered.

It never truly did get old, the expression on people’s faces when they recognised him - the shock, the hate, the terror. Jeremy was likewise predictable that way, face morphing from surprise to something more scared, before settling on anger and hatred, masking his true unease. It didn’t matter. Klaus was beginning to recognise the scents that lingered in the air now and poor, poor Jeremy reeked of fear.

Klaus smiled, all friendly lines and innocent eyes.

It didn’t put Jeremy at ease.

“What the hell do you want?” He snapped, and well-

Wasn’t that just rude?

“Now, is that any way to treat a guest?” Klaus said in response, sounding quite offended.

“What you doing here Klaus?” Stefan said, appearing out of nowhere and opening the door wider, pushing Jeremy back and taking his place just on the other side of the threshold.

Klaus glanced at him, but only for a second, disregarding Stefan as a threat almost immediately. His eyes slid back to Jeremy, smile still in place.

“Well for starters, young Jeremy here could show me some manners and invite me inside.”

Stefan rolled his jaw, never tearing his eyes off Klaus as he spoke to Jeremy. “Why don’t you go up to your room.”

Damon approached from behind, sending Jeremy a threatening look.

“Now.”

The poor boy looked between the three of them, glancing between Damon and Stefan first, before turning to Klaus. Clearly, he was smart enough to realise the futility of arguing with two young vampires just so he could be there when a hybrid who could tear his arms off as easily as he tore through paper started a fight. He sighed, giving up, and left the doorway to retreat upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

Klaus eyed the two brothers now Jeremy was gone, gaze deciding to settle on Stefan.

“Poor lad. Loses one questionable father figure only to be replaced by the likes of the two of you.”

Damon flashed a false smile, perhaps annoyed at the lack of attention directed at him. “Yeah. About that - something happened.”

“Oh, I know all about my mother’s invulnerable creation. That’s why I’m here.” Klaus said to Damon, his friendly voice equally fake. “I’m leaving town. Just here to pick up a few road trip necessities.” He glanced at Stefan, grin widening to show his teeth. “Spare tire, flashlight… doppelgänger. ”

Damon huffed a laugh and offered another falsely sweet smile, grabbing the door to close it. “Can’t help you there!”

The door slammed shut, close enough that it made Klaus step back a little. The grin dropped from his face.

“Well, that went well.” Sam announced from his spot leant against the porch pillar, out of sight from the Salvatores, his sarcasm unwelcome. “Now what?”

#tbbw #the big bad wolf #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #chapter update #chapter 24 #sneak peak #spoilers for TBBW #my;fics #this one has a lot of canon scenes but I tweak them a little bit #and it's got Sam losing his shit in the defence of Caroline's honor #Klaus getting slightly suspicious of Damon #which was SO fun #so excited for future chapters you have no idea #wrote the first 20 so I could get this stage in the plot #and it feels sooooo good #wait till we hit the 30s #then things will be epic

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dre6ming · 1 year

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The delicate beginning rush - teaser

A picture board of teasers for the upcoming chapter

Pairing Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Chapter 15 - out on February 17th

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Leaked pictures from Timothee Chalamet’s birthday- a surprised love story maybe?

The leaked pictures show, the Grammy nominated singer and actress, Y/n having fun doing karaoke with actor Austin Butler. Rumors about the two dating started early this year after they met at the Met Gala. The actor, who at the time was dating model Kaia Gerber, broke up with her just a few months ago, since then fans have been wondering if these two might be the cause. What do you think?

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Out on a friendly walk? Or finally dating?

Austin Butler & Y/n caught walking the streets of New York. Y/n and the actor seem to have more and more encounters as she was the one to present him with his very first Golden Globe a few days ago. We also note that the two were also photographed together last week, in LA, before the award show - picture right here.

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Spotted! Actor Austin Butler and Y/n leaving the Oscars together!

The former Oscar winner actress, was present at the 2023 award ceremony. She allegedly attended alone and was there to present the award for best actor, since she won the female category last year. To no one’s surprise Austin Butler was the one to take the award home for his performance of Elvis Presley in the 2022 biopic. The two shared a tight hug on stage and were rather distant for the rest of the night, that is of course before they were caught by the paparazzi leaving together. Just look at the cute picture, I think this takes us one step further to understand where these two stand, after a year long of speculations

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Oscars 2023 - after party at Baz Luhrmann’s

We can not believe our eyes, after leaving the Oscars together, Austin Butler and Y/n are photographed cozying up at Baz Luhrmann’s after party. We really can’t get enough of these two. I think our best bet to find out what is actually going on between them is by hiring a professional investigator- anyone want to volunteer?

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It’s official- Y/n and Austin Butler are dating - we repeat they are dating!!

The 20 year old, Grammy and Oscar winner, actress and singer, was photographed lip locking with 30 year old Oscar winner, Austin Butler. I’d say we have quite the power couple here. Now what do you think about the age gap of 10 years? Also wouldn’t we all like to know how these two hid their relationship for the past year? Were they involved early last year during the time he was dating his former model girlfriend, Kaia Gerber and she was supposedly dating the singer Joshua Bassett?

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Austin Butler falls asleep on his girlfriends lap while she reads to him

A month after being photographed kissing in a dark alley in New York, Y/n and Austin Butler make it official as she posts a cute picture of the actor falling asleep on her lap. We couldn’t be more in love with these two and we are extremely happy for the happy couple

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I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 21…

Austin Butler surprises everyone by posting on his instagram for the first time in months, his last post being a thank you towards the Academy for his award, that was back in March. Now it seems that he and his girlfriend had a joined birthday party. The two of them have an age gap of 10 years and 9 days, with his birthday being on august 17th 1992 and hers on august 26th 2002. This was the actor’s caption for his girlfriend Y/n: happy birthday to my sweet girl, my heart beats in your name.

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Y/n on vacation with her boyfriend Austin Butler

From the actress’s instagram account we have a small sneak peak at her and Austin Butler’s vacation. We are not sure about where exactly the two are since they seem to be experts at hiding form the press, but we’re hoping for more content soon.

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The first fall of snow.. or maybe not?

From Y/n’s instagram, we have a picture of her and Austin Butler kissing in the snow. They look so cute and adorable, we love every time we get a glimpse into their private relationship, especially as the two approach their one year anniversary - at least in the public eye. Close sources to the couple, state that we are actually counting up to the second year of them dating. Opinions? Do you think the source is right?

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The secret dating Era - Chapter 30 online on AO3

So, I think you may perhaps like this chapter :D :D :D ... perhaps ...

Thanks to you @himynameiscookies. You made it soooo much better with your little and big changes :D Always doing such a great job.

And "sushi" I mentioned for this chapter ... I totally forgot that it makes it appearance in the next chapter. They are eating sushi we learned after their last interview and somehow it has to begin. You see in the next chapter :)

Sneak Peak:

He takes a deep breath. Inhales her scent. The scent that calms him in its own special way. The scent that still lingers ever so slightly in his sheets. Since she slept in his bed. And which has surrounded him every night since then as he falls asleep.

His hand strokes her back. The other is on the back of her head. He presses her against him. He closes his eyes, trying to process what she has said. The one after "It sucks" and before "We need to learn". The one in between. It's so much. So unbelievably much. Almost too much for him.

She wants him. Only him. That's what she said. It's another one of those moments when his brain can't process all the information. When it's so unbelievably surreal for him that she wants him the way he wants her. Completely. Always.

Why is he always so incapable of expressing his feelings in words? Why can't he just tell her how he feels? Like she can.

"You want some sushi?"

Yes, excellent use of words. Good job, Bradford. He was able to express his feelings perfectly in just one sentence. It's as if he struck the core of the matter with precision. He can't help but mentally smack himself on the back of the head in frustration.

She pushes away from him a little with her hands on his chest and looks him in the eye.

"Really? Here I am, pouring my heart out and you ask me if I want to eat sushi?"

Well, she's one hundred percent right. Which doesn't make it any better or any easier.

"I also have some wine." He says bashfully, one eyebrow arching, a question evident in his expression.

Bradford, you really are the master of words right now. But a smile plays around Lucy's lips. She knows he's making a complete idiot of himself. And she sees right through him, as always.

"Mm-Hmm. Wine too?"

"Yes, I've got a sweet one." The corners of his mouth twitch, while his eyes maintain a serious expression.

She understands exactly what he means, and they're back to their usual banter—a safe space where they can say things that are otherwise challenging. No, he corrects himself. Where he can say things that are otherwise difficult for him.

"Yes, I think it’s sweet. And delightful. Almost a little irresistible."

"Just a little?"

"No." He takes her face between his hands and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. "Absolutely irresistible." He murmurs a s his lips find hers. The kiss feels like reuniting with someone you've been missing and longed for, expressing the emotions that words can't capture.

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #tim x lucy #archive of our own #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #chenfordsource #lucy x tim #lucy and tim #ao3 link

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joelslegalwhre · 8 months

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so there’s this thing I’ve kept in my drafts for a while now….

there’s no release date yet (i want to have some chapters finished before i post) but I can’t keep it to myself anymore 🫢

so here you go, a little sneak peak to what’s and who’s to come:

- takes place in jackson

- oc is the daughter of jackson's doc and helps him out

- age gap (it’s me what did you expect) she’s in her 30s, Joel is 56

- a little sneaking around to fuck

#fic: moonshine #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x oc #joel miller x reader #joelslegalwhre's masterlist #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller smut #joel the last of us

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serpentineego · 2 months

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Venenatum

Chapter 21, "The Unravelling" sneak peak:

When Hermione had jolted awake an hour ago, the echo of her nightmare flashing behind her eyelids and her own screams still ringing in her ears, she had panicked and ran to the small bathroom just outside of her room. The overload of information had Hermione’s mind racing, threatening to tear it apart under the pressure at the sudden reintroduction of so many secret parts that had been so grossly ripped from her mind.

Her mind.

A mirthless laugh barked itself out of Hermione before she could stop it. The sadistic irony of her situation did not escape her; the Order had manipulated her mind in the same way she had changed and irrevocably altered her parents’ minds before sending them halfway across the world, hoping they would be safe away from her world. Despite the unshakable faith Hermione held for Harry and his ability to overcome all odds and win this war, there was the ever-present and unshakable feeling that she had to get her parents as far away from the fighting. . . far away from any possibility they would be hurt when the Order inevitably failed.

Hermione closed her eyes tightly as she shook her head back and forth, trying to rid herself of the dark thoughts grasping at the peripherals of her consciousness. It was difficult not to dwell in darkness when she considered the odds stacked against the Order’s current position. How long had she been gone? Who was taking care of Harry? Was Ron –

It caused a visceral, gut-wrenching reaction to even think of that red-headed prick. Hermione clenched her jaw and fought the wave of nausea and hatred that rolled through her. Resentment was not strong enough to describe what she felt for her former friend and classmate. No, Hermione loathed Ronald with every fiber of her magic and her being. After everything he had done to her, every wrong he had committed against her and Harry, Hermione wanted to see Ron squirm. . . see him suffer.

Hermione wanted to watch Ronald Weasley die.

Find the story on AO3.

20/30 Chapters posted.

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lavender-long-stories · 7 days

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✿ Monday Sneak Peaks ✿

A Kiss Between Strangers Chapter 7 GaaHina ✿ Ongoing

Hinata nodded, laying the invitation down and laying her hands over it. “I want him to be happy, but it hurts to see them happy together.” “Skipping really isn’t going to make it hurt any less next time,” Kiba told her, his nose scrunched. “I sound like Shino.” Hinata cracked a smile. “Yeah, you do.”

The Best Revenge Chapter 15 ShikaHina ✿ Ongoing

“How is Shikamaru treating you?” Shino asked. Everyone kept asking her that. Maybe it was because they thought Naruto treated her poorly, but should she be offended for Shikamaru that they felt the need to ask? Maybe it was the only polite thing that came to mind.

Red Memories Chapter 30 SasuHina ✿ Ongoing

Sasuke sat on the edge of the bath as it ran. Steam rose up from the running water, not helping the heat that was sitting in his face one bit. He felt silly. He felt stupid. He felt dumb. He felt… Hinata’s giggle broke his thoughts. “I’m sorry.” She waved her hand. “You are just…” Embarrassing? “So adorable. I really can’t handle it.” Sasuke pouted irritably. He was glad that she found it cute because he felt like he was dying.

Riding Hearts Chapter 10 Akatsuki x Hinata ✿ Ongoing

A grand piano seemed like an investment that should be held onto. An instrument that could be passed down, giving life to hours of music. “I have been meaning to get it serviced before it goes on the floor, but I haven’t done it yet,” Sasori's voice came behind her. Hinata snapped the key cover shut. She really shouldn’t have been snooping.

Why Is It Always You? Chapter 25 SasuHina ✿ Ongoing

Hinata twisted her hands in knots in her lap. She couldn't help it. She couldn’t hide it. Her chest filled with the deepest form of dread as she saw her father across the room. His presence haunted her, telling her that there was nothing she could do.

A mixture of angst and fluff this week, as always.

Why Is It Always You? is coming up on its last few chapters. Are you ready?

All Stories ✿ Completed Stories ✿ One Shots

#SasuHina #ShikaHina #hinata hyuga #gaahina #Akatsuki x Hinata #naruto fanfiction

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