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rebeccathenaturalist · 1 year

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Why Feeding Wildlife is Dangerous

Originally posted on my blog at https://rebeccalexa.com/feeding-wildlife-dangerous/

Winter is here in the Northern Hemisphere, which means that wild animals of all sorts are falling back on cold weather adaptations that have evolved over countless generations. Some, like reptiles and amphibians, go into brumation or other hibernation-like states. Others have warm feathers or fur to insulate them as they go about their lives in chilly conditions. They may migrate around their territory in search of various food sources. Not all will survive these harsh months, which makes feeding wildlife to help them through the hard times a tempting idea.

Unfortunately, while this is a kind-hearted act born of good intentions, the impact is all too often harmful. Here are a few of the damaging, even deadly, effects of feeding wildlife.

First, let’s be a little more nuanced about the definition of wildlife in this case. I support the feeding of birds, at least those that commonly visit bird feeders. These birds are of species that are used to their food sources–like seeds, berries, and insects–being temporary, and so they retain their ability to forage for food in various places. Also, because the birds are not being fed by hand, and tend to retain their natural fear of humans, they are not likely to become habituated to us. It should go without saying that trying to convince birds to eat from your hand, or otherwise stop being afraid of you, is a bad idea (more about that in a minute.) And, of course, you need to make sure to keep your feeders clean and watch your local birds very carefully for any signs of disease; here’s an article I wrote on feeding birds safely and ethically.

Wild mammals, on the other hand, have a tendency to become dependent on human sources of food much more readily than birds. If you leave food scraps, pet food, or trash out where they can access it, they quickly figure out that this is an easy meal, and will hang around more than birds might.

Some birds will be more easily habituated than others; ducks and geese, for example, will lose their fear of humans as quickly as mammals do, especially when being fed regularly at ponds or lakes. So consider this article to primarily cover wild mammals, waterfowl, and any other animal that can be easily habituated through feeding.

A good example of what NOT to do.

Habituation is the biggest behavior change seen in fed wildlife. A habituated animal is simply one that no longer fears humans, and sees us as a source of food handouts. Unlike normal, healthy wildlife, these animals do not run away when a human approaches, even at a close distance. As mentioned above, this means they may even become aggressive in seeking food, and people have been bitten, scratched, gored, or otherwise injured by habituated animals. It may be easy to see why a habituated bear or moose is dangerous, but even smaller animals like squirrels or raccoons have a very nasty, painful bite or scratch. Some also carry zoonotic diseases that can be passed to humans; rabies is the most notorious, but even a bacterial infection caused by the bite or scratch can be an unpleasant experience.

But this lack of fear isn’t just a threat to us. It also puts the wildlife at risk. Wild mammals that wander through our neighborhoods in search of food are more likely to be hit by cars, attacked by outdoor dogs or cats, and injured or killed by cruel humans. If hunting is allowed in the area, the animal may walk right up to a hunter. Plus wild animals that become a nuisance or threat to people are sometimes euthanized, as relocated animals often end up finding their way back to their original territory, or go find a new group of humans to mooch off of.

Feeding wildlife can also cause them to cease natural foraging behaviors. Not only does this mean they may starve if the humans in the area stop feeding them, but they don’t teach their young proper foraging either, and so you may have animals several generations down the line that no longer know how to find natural food sources in the area.

Also, what we're feeding wildlife can kill them.

So here’s the thing: humans are omnivores. Actually, we’re sort of super omnivores; we have one of the most varied diets of any species, especially now that we’re able to grow all sorts of domesticated crops, including but not limited to two dozen cultivars of wild mustard (Brassica oleracea), various and sundry grains, legumes, tubers, etc. And because we’ve spread all throughout the planet, we’ve successfully sampled thousands upon thousands of edible animals, plants, and fungi. We’ve managed to evolve tolerances to substances some plants produce to keep from being eaten, like caffeine and capsaicin, and some of us go out of our way to seek them. We’ve also heavily altered some of our foods through cooking, to include some methods that render the food quite unhealthy even for us (not that that stops us from eating it anyway.)

All of this means that over 300,00 years of existence, Homo sapiens has evolved the ability to eat a truly mind-boggling array of foods. Unfortunately, even the other omnivores in our lives can’t necessarily tolerate the foods we eat. Domestic dogs evolved alongside us, eating first our refuse, and then sharing our meals, for thousands of years. Yet they still can’t safely eat chocolate, avocado, onions, or grapes, and some things we’ve created like the artificial sweetener xylitol can also be harmful–even deadly–to dogs.

So when you put out a plate of table scraps for your local squirrels, opossums, raccoons, or even bears, there’s a very good chance that something there is going to make them sick. You could even be sentencing one of your visitors to death! Even if they don’t immediately get sick, over time eating the wrong foods could seriously affect the health of wildlife, and may lead to sickness and an earlier, unpleasant death.

Sometimes, even something that seems like the “right” food can be deadly. Deer species in North America are adapted to eating lots of woody vegetation in winter; their gut microbiome is perfectly balanced to digest this tough food. However, some people like to feed them corn, either because they want to be nice, or because they want to hunt the deer. Unfortunately, the nutritional makeup of corn is very different from the deer’s winter fare. The carbohydrates in the corn can cause a condition called rumen acidosis. This overloading of carbs causes Streptococcus bacteria, which occur naturally in the deer’s chambered stomach, to overpopulate in a matter of hours. This raises the acidity of the stomach, and kills off many of the other microbes in the gut flora. This sudden imbalance essentially causes the stomach to stop digestion altogether. In a severe enough case, the deer dies a horribly painful death within twenty-four hours. Deer that survive often have permanently damaged stomachs, which can lead to worse health overall and a shortened lifespan.

Every ecosystem has adapted over thousands of years; in some cases, an ecosystem may be millions of years old (with some changes in species makeup, of course.) Over that time, species have evolved to keep each other’s numbers in check, whether through consuming each other, competing for resources, or spreading disease to other species as well as their own. One of the biggest limiting factors in a species’ habitat is the amount of food that’s available. You’ll generally have fewer large predators in a place than large herbivores, for example, because the land can support a lot more plants to feed herbivores than herbivores to feed carnivores.

So the ecosystem is able to keep its species in balance; any time a species begins to overpopulate, predation, starvation and disease tend to knock the numbers back. Some species even have “boom or bust” population cycles; lemmings, for example, are thought to have population fluctuations tied to the number of ermine preying on them in a given area.

But when we humans artificially change the availability of food in a given place, we can cause serious disruptions in these natural checks and balances. Put too much food in a place over time, and you end up with overpopulations of the animals that eat that food, with subsequent deaths from disease due to overcrowding, and starvation when the population inevitably outgrows even the artificially added food.

By John Davis, CCA-2.0

Speaking of disease, when feeding wildlife many people just dump the food in the same place every day or night, whether that’s pet bowls, a trash can, or a feeding site. This causes wildlife to congregate in unnaturally large numbers and on a regular basis, which again leads to increased disease transmission. Keep in mind that wildlife don’t have veterinarians they can just go to when sick, so you end up with wild animals dying some pretty slow, awful deaths due to these diseases. (And yes, this can happen with birds–again, why it is so incredibly important to properly clean your feeders regularly!)

I know it’s tempting to entice wildlife closer, and to want to help them through tough times. But it is incredibly important to keep a firm boundary between us and wild animals. We’ve already interfered in their lives and their behaviors enough. The more we meddle, the more harm we do to them, even if our intentions were good.

But wildlife are not pets. They are their own beings with their own lives and agendas, instincts and territories. They are, as Henry Beston wrote in The Outermost House, “not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.” And we respect them best when we give them their space and allow them to live as wild a life as possible in a world we have so dramatically changed.

If you want to create the best world for your local wildlife, create habitat and natural food sources for them. Remove invasive species, and plant more native plants, especially those that offer food and shelter to wildlife. (The native plant finder is a great starting point for those in the US.) Work to protect what wildlife habitat is left, especially habitats that are relatively undamaged like old-growth forests. This way you are helping to maintain space where these species can live the lives they have lived for many thousands of years without our interference.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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Gojo's son saying his first word PLEASEE🫂🫂🫂

team up — gojo satoru x f!reader

“why do we need so much groceries?” your husband grumbles, watching you try to pick between two types of honey which he, to be honest, thinks are exactly the same.

you seem to have chosen one and finally place it in the cart before sassing him, “because a certain someone wasted all of our food on an experiment that was obviously going to fail.”

you then rub both your and your son’s noses together and coo, “right, sweetie?”

as if to answer you, he lets out a small laugh accompanied by a happy squeal and it makes both of your hearts clench even if it meant being teamed up on for gojo.

“well, you should be more supportive of my creations! what if I made a recipe that enabled me to become a three-star michelin chef?”

you smile softly at your dear husband, “hell would freeze over first.”

dear idiotic husband.

he whines and throws himself on you, “why are you so mean?!”

“you like it that way though, don’t you?” you tease, but you quickly lose your composure when your husband starts tickling you.

“sa—satoru! we are—we are outsi—de! behave!” you try to say between your laughs and wheezes, but your husband doesn’t look like he is stopping anytime soon.

he even has the audacity to start smothering your face in kisses, “well, maybe if you weren’t so cute then I wouldn’t have such a hard time holding myself back!”

you try to push him away; however, it just results in him picking you up and twirling you around a bit before placing you on the ground.

the two of you can’t stop laughing, while you just bury your face in his shoulder in the process and he buries his own in your hair placing a gentle kiss on it.

you guys stay in each other embrace for a while.

at least until, gojo feels a little smack on his hip. he then looks down to see that his son, who is in the cart, was the culprit, “what’s wrong, buddy?”

the little boy frowns before pulling on his dad’s shirt multiple times, “b-ave!”

“huh?”

you blink multiple times before picking your son up, “I think he wanted to say ‘behave’.”

a moment of silence passes, and it’s followed by your unstoppable laughter and your husband’s pale face because he found out that he has been scolded by his own baby.

“I seriously need to migrate from this country; I can’t handle the hate from your mother now I have to take it from you too?” gojo complains before summoning a hat and placing it on his head, “I will go and leave you guys to get some milk.”

he feels a tiny grip on his shoulder this time and looks at your son who is nestled in your arms comfortably.

the little boy pulls his father towards him with all his might (which isn’t much), but his dad indulges and is now right beside you with an automatic arm around your waist.

“yes?”

you rest your head on gojo’s shoulder, waiting and anticipating what your son will say next.

you were not disappointed.

“‘t-toru dum’!”

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distantdarlings · 6 months

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BY THE FIREPLACE PT.3 // t. nott

RATING: R / 2.3K WORDS

Theo Nott x Fem Reader

+ SUMMARY - *Requested* You and Theo finally realize what exactly went down in the library after a very messy explanation from Mattheo, Enzo, and Pansy. Once the two of you go your separate ways and accept the embarrassment, you both start to let your imaginations wander.

+ WARNINGS - Language, slight sexual material (describing in character's heads)--not super graphic, Fem reader

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Johanna - Suki Waterhouse

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“What—pray tell—the fuck are you doing in my room?” Theo roared, his back planted firmly against his headboard. You had migrated to standing at the end of the bed, your hands just balancing yourself against the mattress.

“What are you talking about? I fell asleep in the library, I—did you kidnap me?” you shrieked in realization.

“Are you kidding me? No, I didn’t fucking kidnap you. Are you daft?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. You scoff.

“Okay, first of all, you don’t need to be an ass about it,” you scolded, pointing a sharp finger at him, “and second of all, how the hell am I supposed to know if you did or not? I fell asleep in the library and woke up in your bed!”

“Look, I have no idea how—hey, where’s Sleepy?” he interrupted himself. He began gently pushing the covers around.

“I’m sorry, who?” you ask. He pulled the comforter back and laid across the bed horizontally to glance under the bed.

“Just my cat, she…,”

He paused and leaned back up. The two of you made direct eye contact and stared for what felt like hours. His eyes were slightly squinted as he looked at you, up and down, and you did the same to him. His mouth opened and closed multiple times as if starting to say something but nothing ever came out. Slowly, the two of you came to a very morbid discovery.

“Nott…how long have you had your cat?” you asked, hoping for an answer you knew you weren’t going to get.

“I found her today…,” both of your eyes slid shut, “in the library.”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger. Merlin help you. Of course, the amazing luck that you were granted did nothing to prevent you from having the worst day of your life. It turns out that having an incredible, life-changing gift wasn’t always a blessing. You opened your eyes.

Theo’s head snapped up suddenly. His furrowed eyebrows had drawn down to match the line of his eyelid. His jaw clenched and unclenched ferociously. The anger radiating off of him was nearly palpable. It shocked you just a bit because you had never seen him as anything but cool and confident.

“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously. He stood from the bed and marched right past you. He made his way over to the dorm entrance, undid the lock, and ripped it open. As if newly appearing, three bodies fell in and clumsily on top of each other. Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, and Lorenzo Berkshire stared up at a fuming Theo. His breaths were moving through him like a charging animal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands. They all stumble to their feet, struggling over each other. Theo is watching them intently, all but tapping his foot at them.

“Personally, I feel that we hinted at it pretty strongly—” Enzo started.

“Obviously I didn’t fucking get it, why wouldn’t you say something?”

“In our defense, we didn’t think you were going to…you know…take her back to your room,” Pansy gestured vaguely.

“I thought she was a cat,” he enunciated each word slowly. “She was sweet and laying against me, I brought her in here so I could take a nap.”

“Well, it looks like you got a two-for-one deal!” Mattheo attempted a joke. Theo turned towards him with eyes like swords, begging to slash him into two. The dark boy’s smile dropped and he suddenly became very interested in the material of the drapes around him. You couldn’t stand this.

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” you say. “Would anyone like to tell me what the hell is going on?”

All three of them started to speak, trying to explain what exactly had been going down the last few hours. You could barely understand a single word. You refrained from rolling your eyes. This may be the worst thing that ever happened to you. Your eyes found the floor as the three students continued to try and explain everything over each other. A hand came to your mouth and you began to chew on the shredded skin along the edges of your nails. A bad habit, yes, but calming.

Your eyes glanced up to look at Theo. His eyes watched the other three intently, trying to decipher them as well. Your eyes trailed down his figure. Mind betraying you, you remembered the way he felt pressed up against your back. His long, lean chest was pressed tightly against your spine and his strong, darkened arms had been wrapped tightly—possessively—around your waist. His forearms had been locked so roughly against your hip bone, you’d had to use both hands to push yourself up. His soft breaths had been cooly painting the skin just below your ear, tickling the small hairs there. A shudder ran down your arms as if he had just done it again.

The three students stopped their chattering and looked at you. You stopped biting at your fingers and stared at them, wide-eyed.

“What?”

“You shuddered,” Pansy stated. Theo’s eyes found yours, his head ever so slightly tilting to one side. Fuck. Your eyes traced the line of his jaw down his throat.

“I…just had a chill,” you brushed the thoughts away. “Okay, thank you all for those wonderful…explanations. I have been mortified by this and will never mentally heal from it. I think I am going to go back to my dorm.”

And with that, you clapped your hands together and turned towards the exit. None of them said anything else to you or made any effort to stop you from going, so you figured you all would just awkwardly pretend it never happened. You figured your books and things were still back in the library so you started heading that way, hoping that nobody had tried to turn anything into the lost and found. How long had you been out?

“Okay, I don’t think laying with me is ‘mortifying,’” Theo scoffed.

“I think so,” Mattheo said. Theo responded by giving him a swift punch to the shoulder.

In the back of his mind, Theo heard Pansy make some kind of joke that sent the three of them into a spiral of laughter. But, for whatever reason, his thoughts were traipsing across a vast landscape. His mind's eye was traveling up the expanse of the sheets that were wrapped messily around the two of you. They were tracing the peak of her bare thigh that her tugged skirt had exposed and reminiscing on the way his hands had felt against her soft body. Her hair had just gently tickled the tip of her nose and she had smelled so, so good. Merlin, it had been so long since—

“Theo!” He jumped out of his own thoughts. His eyes found his very concerned friend group as they appeared to be waiting for an answer from him.

“Mate, I said your name, like, eight times,” Mattheo said. Theo shrugged.

“Sorry, I was distracted…” Theo thought he heard the other boy mumble a smart–ass comment but he just ignored him. His damned brain kept flying back to that girl. He didn’t know what it was but something about her waking up next to him like that had him seeing her in a whole new light. She wasn’t unattractive—she was anything but—but she really seemed to hate him. She was always rolling her eyes or scoffing anytime he announced a wrong answer in class. And she never called him by his first name, only his last. He can’t say he knew that much about girls but those particular attributes did not seem like they belonged to one that liked him.

He shrugged those thoughts off the best he could and followed his group of friends out of the dorm and into the common room where more of their acquaintances had begun to gather.

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It had been hours. Hours and you were still thinking about Theo Nott. This was ridiculous. You needed to move on, needed to get to the homework you had been trying to get done this whole evening, but you just couldn’t. Every thought kept realigning itself to the way it felt when he had been holding you. It sent chills down your spine every time you thought about it. You had never been held like that.

Your roommates were all out late, trying to have a good time down at the Three Broomsticks. They had begged you to come but, due to a particularly interesting afternoon, you had incidentally become very behind on your homework. So you declined and promised you would next time.

Yet, you still weren’t done with this stupid assignment and probably could have gone with them anyway. You groaned in frustration and dropped your head against the desk, feeling the cool wood beneath it.

This morning, if you could have guessed what you’d be doing, mulling over the way Theo’s arms looked, would not have even been in the top one million guesses. But here you were, practically drooling over the way his veins wrapped around his muscular arms.

You remembered the way his large hands had been so gently placed over your stomach, the tips of his fingers gently gripping your flesh while he slept. The way his hips were pressed firmly against your ass—

“Aah!” you squealed in utter shame, shaking the thoughts away from your head. What the fuck, what the fuck. You might die. The fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind despite how much you couldn’t stand him was disconcerting. You’d always thought he was extremely handsome, as did practically everyone else, but you never thought you’d even imagine in that…way. Damn it.

Theo rolled over, tugging the comforter back over his shoulders. He shut his eyes once more, trying painfully hard to will himself to sleep. He had Quidditch practice in the morning, he needed to get some rest. He needed to. But he couldn’t. That stupid—you were running through his mind like a record stuck on rotate. It kept going and going, scratching against him. He’d never, ever thought about you in any way other than annoyance. But he couldn’t get you off his mind.

All he could think about was the way you were arched gracefully against his hips when you were laid out together. The way your skirt was pulled over your hips and he could almost see the line of your underwear beneath the sheets. He wondered what color they were, what they looked like. He kept his eyes closed, clenching them harder. Go to sleep.

Your body was pressed against his just like before. The light outside made your hair and shoulders glow, spotlighting every rise and fall your breathing pushed through you. Your hair was pulled over your shoulder and splayed gracefully over the pillow. He wanted to touch it but he kept his hands firmly where they were.

Suddenly you grunted gently and rolled over, coming face to face with him. This time you didn’t jump back and scream and accuse him of kidnapping you. This time, your eyes were opened and simply watching him. Your gaze was lidded and sultry, your lashes creating a sinister shadow along your cheeks. A small smirk spread over your lips as he watched you. Still, he did not move.

Your hands slowly rose between the two of you. Your soft, nimble fingers found the buttons of your uniform shirt and began working them down. Theo’s breath halted in his chest as more and more of you were revealed. Your hands granted him passage to your chest. You wore a laced black bra that was cinched tightly between your breasts. His eyes flickered down once, twice. He swallowed thickly.

Your hands pulled away from your shirt once the last button was undone and pushed him back so he rested comfortably against the headboard. You pushed a leg across his lap and settled neatly in the empty space. Like a reflex, his hands came to rest against your skirted hips. His fingertips brushed the felted material as you stared down, challenging him.

You split the two sides of your shirt and slid it over and off your smooth shoulders. Without so much as a breath, Theo leaned forward and pressed his lips to the skin there. You gave a light gasp at his action. Your rapid heartbeat danced against his tongue as he ran it along the expanse of your neck.

You pushed him back against the headboard. You pulled your hands up to the clip pressed tightly against your chest. Your fingers curled around it and—

Theo’s eyes opened. The sun was up and Mattheo was squatted beside his bed, watching him with an obnoxious smirk printed on his face. Theo jumped back at the sudden face in front of him. He leaned up and glanced around wildly, trying to gather his bearings, ignoring Mattheo’s annoying cackling beside him.

“Dude, what the hell?” Mattheo laughed.

“What? Shut the fuck up,” he grumbled, pushing him back away from the bed.

“Oh, baby,” Mattheo moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Come here, darling. Let me—”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Theo asked.

“You must have been having one hell of a dream, man,” he laughed, “when I got in here, you were saying all kinds of stuff.”

Theo blushed deeply, his nose and ears burning, as he remembered the subject of his dream. Flashes of your thick hips and chest pressed against him and his hands and lips on you and…fuck.

“Shit, man, who were you dreaming about? You’re as red as an apple,” Mattheo asked, an eyebrow arching. Theo didn’t reply. Mattheo’s eyes widened.

“Oh my god, you weren’t dreaming about—?”

“How about some breakfast?” Theo interrupted, abruptly pulling the covers back and slipping a tee shirt over his head.

Part 4!

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sunnys-out · 6 months

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My Little Darling | Alessia Russo

A/N: Hey y'all sorry this took a while but work got busy and didn't get a chance to work on anything. My French is rusty so please be kind.

I still remember how you told me how you would always be there for me

Warnings: language, injury

Word count: 2298

Alessia and I had met at our first team meeting at UNC and it seemed that all the international students just gravitated together. The other girls got a kick out of the French accent that came out when I introduced myself in English to the rest of the team.

I was desperate for friends, as were the other international girls, so I found myself getting close with the English players, Lotte Wubben-Moy and Alessia Russo, who was half Italian too as I came to find out. I loved them even though they did poke fun at the fact that France didn’t make it to the U-17 World Cup…joked that we would’ve met sooner.

It was nice experiencing America with them and I found myself enjoying the little moments with the both of them, especially Alessia. I wouldn’t dare ruin a friendship that early, I mean why would she even be attracted to me…we had just met a month ago at that point in time.

A little quirk of mine is that I gave people nicknames, usually some animal but in French that reminded me of my teammates. Lotte, I fondly called, hibou or owl. You got to admit it when she is all focused and everything when she is at the defensive line her eyes narrow like a little owl.

I hadn’t given one to Alessia only calling her Less, Lessie, Ali, or just simply Russo. She noticed, of course, pushing when the three of us were having a movie night at my dorm room.

“Why don’t I have a nickname?” Alessia poked my shoulder as we had just put on a random comedy on Netflix to watch. We were procrastinating on essays we had to all write for the same class but hey it was due in a week so we had time.

I furrow my eyebrows with confusion, “What? You have a nickname, I call you Less, Lessie, sometimes Ali…” I poke her back “Soooo, technically you have more than one”

Alessia let out a huff as she got comfortable and laid her head on my shoulder as Lotte also got comfortable on the other side of me.

“No, I meant a french nickname, like Lotte has one…do you not like me?” Alessia pouted as she looked up to me feigning sadness.

I roll my eyes and look at Lotte on the other side of me, “Ma petite hibou, can you believe her? She thinks I don’t like her…as if we are not watching a movie in my dormitory”. This earned a laugh from the other English girl.

Alessia lifted her head and pushed my shoulder, “See, you call her “Your little owl”, when can I get a cute nickname like that?”

Lotte raised her head, “wait, is that what that means? You calling me an owl?” I completely ignored her.

“Less, it just hasn’t come to me yet…but you keep yapping about it…I’ll call you canard, which is duck by the way”. A laugh escaped me before I finished the sentence as Alessia gave up and leaned her head back on my shoulder as we continued to watch the movie.

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Love is weird…yeah, I would say so. When I was Alessia there was a calmness that I couldn’t compare with Lotte. Don’t get me wrong I love ma petit hibou, but Alessia was different.

She’s driven and she always had this look in her eyes that only held a certain softness when she was looking at me.

She was there for me when I got my call-up for the French U-20 team just how our coaches had predicted.

Lotte couldn’t make it to our regular weekly movie night in my dorm but encouraged Alessia and I to “not do it because of her”.

We had finished the movie an hour ago and now were on some random episode of Stranger things. Alessia had migrated from leaning her head on my shoulder, as she always did, to laying her head on my lap, my finger gently combing her hair without a care in the world.

It was soothing and then my phone began vibrating in my pocket.

“Allo?, oui c’est elle. Oui…ah Merci, oui merci pour l'opportunité, c’est un honneur pour moi! Oui merci, …alors…. quoi…quoi, merci…au revoir” (hello?, yes this is she, yes...ah thank you, yes thank you for the opportunity, it's an honor for me. Yes thank you...so...yes..yes...thank you.. goodbye)

Alessia had rolled over to look up at me and giggled, “so I only got ‘thank you’ from all that…who was that?”

I couldn’t stop smiling, “I got called up for the French U-20 team! Can you believe that?”

Alessia immediately got up and with a smile grabbed both sides of my face, “That’s amazing and of course I fucking believe that!”

All thoughts I had in that moment disappeared, I mean how could I even think when my whole world was in front of me. Alessia’s laugh broke me from my trance.

“Well, now I got to get called up for England, then we’ll be rivals..isn’t that absolutely wild” one of her thumbs now gently caressing my cheek.

I lean into her caress, “Alessia, what are you thinking about?”

She tilts her head, as if she was observing my face to see how I will react.

“I’m thinking of how proud I am of you, really I am…and um..of…how much I want to kiss you right now”.

Alessia laughs as she feels my cheeks heat up in hands and my eyes widen.

“Well can I?” She asks as she pulls me closer.

With only a nod from me, Alessia brings her soft lips to mine. I had dreamed of doing that for so long that again my mind was empty yet filled with everything.

As she pulled back, her forehead resting against mine she whispered,

“No matter what happens…whatever this becomes, I’ll always be there for you” her fingers threading my hair as she continued to look at me.

“Ma petit chou, that’s your nickname…my little darling…no matter what happens you will always be that” I said quietly as I brought her in for another kiss.

24 August 2018

With another thud to the ground and frustrated groan, I swatted away any hands that attempted to assist me as I got up for probably the fourth time that game, not getting any cards given to the players knocking me down including once from Alessia. She gave me a gentle sorry as she helped me up even though I turned her down initially. I wanted to play against England in the final but it seems we both found ourselves fighting for 3rd place. Alessia and I hadn’t texted since the competition started and maybe only had a phone call here and there. The only time I saw her in person was right there in the tunnel before the start of the game.

We were losing 1-0 and we were desperately trying to equalize, which meant I was pushing more up the field than usual.

I was frustrated…justifiably…so I pushed even harder. I just did not expect to be taken down in the box. I lay face down gasping for any sort of air to return to me after the impact. Groaning also at the sting and sharp soreness near my right knee. The whistle from the referee signaling a penalty for my fall returned me to reality.

“Hey, you alright?” I heard muffled and a gentle touch to my face that I immediately recognized as Alessia. Her tone worried as she grabbed my hand.

“Hey, hey, baby…I’m here ok? I’m here” I felt her hand gently holding mine as I finally was able to breathe slowly.

“Merde, elle saigne, médecin! (Shit, she’s bleeding, medic!)” I heard one of my teammates yell.

As the medics approached to wrap up my knee from the scrape, I felt Alessia’s hand leave mine.

The penalty went in and we equalized. The energy was back but it didn’t end the way we wanted. Penalty shoot outs were never my favorite. Mine went in and Alessia’s didn’t but it didn’t matter what I did because we lost in the end.

I remained sitting on the field feeling disappointed that I couldn’t have done more to at least get 3rd place.

I felt a familiar weight on my shoulder and a gentle hand grab mine.

“Hey..” Alessia said quietly as she heard the sniffle come from me.

“Hey…ma petit chou” I look at her with a sad smile, tears threatening to fall as I leaned my head on hers.

“I’m so proud of you, you know?” she said interlacing her fingers with mine.

I only nod as the tears fall, “go celebrate, I’ll be ok”

Alessia laughed a little as she shook her head, “no, I told you, I’d be there for you…even now…they can celebrate without me”.

Media reported the pictures of Alessia and I on the field as a showing of support between two UNC teammates…Lotte would tease us upon our return and would yell “what a lovely showing between teammates” whenever Alessia and I would hold hands.

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I was called up to the senior French team in 2019 and was able to play in my first World Cup. Alessia and Lotte watched from afar still participating in our university team while I was away.

After the loss against the US eliminating us from the World Cup, I returned to ma petit chou who was waiting in my apartment with a cozy blanket and warm chocolate chip cookies from McDonald’s all set up for me. I wasn’t one to immediately tear up at a sight but the moment I entered the dimly lit apartment I couldn’t hold back.

Alessia loves deeply is what I came to discover and being close to the person she loved was important to her. It was important for me too. We both agreed that we wanted to keep our relationship to ourselves and not really post about it. We played together and lost together. I was there for her injury and she was there for mine. Which is why is was so hard to leave her.

2020 was filled with uncertainty especially because of COVID. Alessia and I were planning on leaving UNC along with Lotte to pursue a career back in Europe. Alessia went to Man United and Lotte went to Aresenal leaving me to go to Lyon.

I won’t say that we didn’t try the distance but it became too much for us especially with our budding careers in our respecting countries. We stopped the relationship with a promise of keeping in touch whenever we could…we didn’t.

A secret relationship remained a secret to the fans and the general public. We were former university teammates just liking each other's posts and commenting a blue heart every so often. It never went past that. The 2022 Euros came and went…an awkward “congratulations on the Euro win” was sent, read and not replied to. I mean I wouldn’t have… so I don’t blame her since the last message between us was from 2020.

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I never handled injuries well…I isolated myself and Alessia was always there to accompany me. Since we separated, I hadn’t had a serious injury until 2023.

I knew I should’ve rested during after starting in every game in the group stages…I should’ve listened to my teammates but I didn’t want a repeat of 2019 with Australia.

Sometimes you just know…as soon as I hit the ground in the latter part of the second half…I knew it was THAT tear. I laid there as the tears fell as the pain set in, desperately trying to find a hand to hold but only finding grass…

I don’t remember being put on the stretcher or anything that was said to me…nothing was familiar to me. They confirmed that it was a tear and I would be heading out back to Lyon to get the surgery and recover there. It didn’t matter really, we ended up losing in penalties…funny how history repeats itself…only difference was Alessia wasn’t there.

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I remained in my hotel room, turning away any of my teammates who tried to stay with me…I just wanted to be alone…

I saw the result of the England/Colombia game and went through my phone until I found her number. It went straight to voicemail…

“Hey ma petit chou, congratulations on the win and getting a goal…I-uh…miss you a lot especially now. I don’t know if you saw but its an ACL tear and I’m cooped up in my hotel room…I still remember how you told me how you would always be there for me and-”

I choke back the tears threatening to fall but the pause was telling enough. “I just really need to hear you right now, so give me a call back because I do miss you and I can’t do this without you.”

I end the call, immediately regretting my decision. I close my eyes hoping that the pain medication would kick in and I dont know how long I was out before I heard someone enter my hotel room.

I groan at the source of the noise

“Go away” I wave my hand to whomever entered.

I stop immediately once I hear her small laugh.

“Well, I can’t possibly eat these cookies all on my own now can I?” I open my eyes and see Alessia with a small box of cookies. My face softened and my arms beckoned her to come to me.

She gently held me like she always had and caressed my cheek wiping away the tears that had begun to fall

“Hey…I’m here now” is all she whispered…oh how I missed my little darling.

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June part v

You and me Sunday driving

Not arriving, on our way back home

Finn couldn’t remember the last time it had been just him and Logan for more than a couple hours.

Leo had seemed content if not exhausted when he’d let them drive him to the airport to meet his parents. The fact that he had only packed his weekend bag made something settle in Finn. He still felt guilty about the way he had reacted. He was better than that now. He knew he was.

While they were saying goodbye in departures, Logan and Leo wrapped up in each other, Eloise had pulled Finn aside.

“Finn, honey,” she’d said. “We’ll take good care of him. He’ll be back to you in no time at all.”

Finn had smiled. “Don’t I know it.”

Eloise had just put a hand on his cheek. Those blue eyes saw right through him, just like her son’s. “I know my Leo. I know him better than anything or anyone in this world. And I know Logan’s going to be busy, but you give him a week at home with me, you let me take care of him, and then I swear, on my most secret sauce, he’s going to want you.”

Finn hadn’t known just what to say.

Finn opened his eyes in Logan’s New York bedroom. His realized that his head didn’t hurt. His shoulder ached a little but with none of the sharpness. Usually when he woke up he had to clear all the pain away with gentle blinks, water, and small rolls of his shoulder and neck.

Finn had taken Logan out to dinner last night and watched him laugh at his jokes and sip red wine. There was just something about Logan with a delicate wine glass in his hand. They’d curled up in bed and they had talked until they were too tired for complete sentences.He felt clear.

He felt good.

It only got better when he turned his head to look at the source of the soft, even breathing beside him.

Logan was beautiful in sleep. He always had been. His head, as usual, had migrated off of his own pillow and onto Finn’s good arm. Finn slept with two barnacles, and maybe sometimes he woke up sweating, way overheated, but he wouldn’t move them for the world. Careful not to shift his arm too much, Finn turned on his side and settled a hand over the dip of Logan’s waist. He was at the height of his strength right now, the season had done all of its work on him. Finn drew a thumb along the cut of muscles that slanted down from his hip bone, disappearing below his pajama pants.

Almost immediately, Logan stirred, thick eyelashes moving as he began to wake up.

“You know what I remember?” Finn whispered.

“Mm,” Logan said, still half-asleep. He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet.

“Every morning when I would wake up early for my run. You know, back at school. I would keep my eyes closed for a second. Because some of my mornings were good, but some of them were great.” He reached out for a perfect curl of Logan’s hair and gently pinched the end of it between his fingers. “Guess what the difference was?”

Logan turned his face so that his mouth brushed Finn’s skin. Eyes still closed. Face still the picture of peace.

“I’d look over across the room at your bed. Sometimes you’d have your back towards me…Those were good mornings, don’t get me wrong. You have a very nice back.”

A small smile overtook Logan’s face, even though he was still lulled with closed eyes—Finn knew his voice did that to him.

“But sometimes,” Finn said quietly. “You would be facing me. And I’d get to just lay there and look at you for as long as I wanted. Sleepyhead.”

Logan inhaled slowly and opened his eyes.

Green.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Finn whispered. “It’s you and me today.”

Logan shuffled closer to him, freeing Finn’s arm as his head shifted to his chest. Finn curled his arm low on Logan’s back, dipping his fingers below the band of his pajama pants—Leo’s. They had pooled around his feet as he walked around the apartment last night.

“Take you on a date,” Logan said, voice deeper from sleep—Finn didn’t know why that happened but he hoped it never stopped. “Show you the city.”

Finn laughed. “You show me New York City.”

“Ouais.”

“Hm.” He traced a finger down Logan’s spine and felt him move into the touch. “Whatever you say.”

“I know it better now. Than you.”

Finn smacked him on his hip. Logan just smiled and pushed his face into Finn’s neck. He said something unintelligible in French.

“Par-don?”

Logan pulled back to look at him. “I say I love you in my bed.”

“Oh. Well, I fucking adore you, you know, wherever.”

Logan pressed a kiss to Finn’s mouth and then nestled back down against his chest, close to the thump of his heart.

Finn smiled.

“Are you smiling?” Logan asked from his nook.

“Yeah.”

“What?”

Finn didn’t answer right away. He slid his fingers through Logan’s hair. “Because I got you.”

Logan looked up at him, his chin propped on Finn’s chest.

“Nice not having the sling in the way,” Finn said, rubbing his thumb over the high of Logan’s cheek. “What’s that look you’re giving me?”

Logan just kept looking at him.

“What?” Finn laughed. “Hold still.” He brought his thumb up to ever so gently touch Logan’s eyelashes. When he pulled it away, there was a single, dark lash on the pad. “Make a wish.”

Logan looked down at the eyelash, then reached out and took it from him. With it balanced carefully on his own fingertip, he let it fall against Finn’s own cheek, a small, dark line among all the freckles.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Finn said, but his heart had picked up.

“Ouais.” Logan pushed forward, settling his weight on Finn’s chest but keeping it off his shoulder, and kissed him again. “Good morning, Rouge.”

“Morning.”

Logan pushed forward more to kiss Finn again, hand appearing from beneath the warm comforter to tangle in Finn’s hair. “Stay here for now.”

“Hm?”

“We stay here for a little longer.”

“Good,” Finn said, following it with a playful bite to Logan’s lower lip.

Logan made a slightly disgruntled sound. “My back hurts a little.”

Finn frowned. “Oh?”

“Not bad, but can you…” Logan gave Finn’s foot a little kick and Finn laughed.

“Yes, sir.” Finn reached down to dig his fingers into the hard muscle of Logan’s lower back. Logan groaned and dropped his forehead down against Finn’s chest. Finn smiled. “There?”

“How did you know? Fuck, that hurts—non, non, it’s good, keep, keep…”

“I know everything about you,” Finn whispered—his best attempt at creepy. Logan just went limp against his chest and let him ease the tight knot. “Jesus, Lo. Put some heat on that.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He lifted his head again. “You do know everything about me, don’t you.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah. Now, what else can I do?”

Logan’s eyes brightened up a little. “I want to kiss you.”

“Oh, you’re looking for a little make out sesh?”

Logan wrinkled his nose. “Sesh.”

“Little college action.”

“Action?”

“As though we were in our old dorm,” Finn said, giving the mattress a thump with his good hand. “This bed’s bigger than that one.”

“Hm,” Logan laughed softly, looking over at the spare mattress. “Leo.”

“He’ll be home soon.”

Logan nodded. “Imagine how much time we would have spent just…in one of our beds. Back then.”

“Maybe we would have pushed the two of them together,” Finn said.

They could have. It sent a little thrill up Finn’s spine just thinking about it. Anyone who would have walked in their room would have known they were each others.

Finn tucked a curl behind Logan’s ear. “And we’re just all settled in. There’s no practice tomorrow…First day of summer. No homework.”

Logan rolled his eyes but he was grinning. “Percy’s gonna knock on our door and ask if we want to go to the bars, and we’re gonna ignore him…” He dragged his lips over Finn’s jaw to find his mouth again. “Because you’re such a good kisser. And I can’t stop.”

“Huh.” Finn’s hand smoothed over Logan’s hip, pushing the elastic band down closer to the swell of his ass. Smooth, tan skin.

“I never want to stop,” Logan said. “And Perc finally leaves us alone, and we get food delivered and we watch that show you love—what…I don’t know but we’re not watching anyway because I can’t stop kissing you…” His kisses were hard and relentless and Finn was on fire. The most perfect burn, whiskey-like. “You’ve been mine since the first day.”

Finn felt his brows draw together as he kissed Logan. He loved him talking like this. Everything in him loved it.

“I didn’t really expect you to play along,” Finn said.

“Not playing,” Logan said. “This is our life now.”

“Oh,” Finn whispered. “Oh, Lo…”

“Go to a bagel shop this morning?” Logan mumbled.

“I love the way you say bagel.”

Logan bit his lower lip and pulled gently.

“Bah-g-elle,” Finn whispered and hitched Logan’s leg up further over his hips. He knew it would stretch out his back nicely—and he knew he was right when Logan hummed happily. He moved his hand from Logan’s ass and dug two knuckles against the knot in his lower back.

“Yeah,” Logan breathed. “B-ay-gal.”

“No, don’t say it like me, say it like you.”

Logan bent to mouth over Finn’s mending shoulder. “Bagel.”

“Hm, yeah.” Finn snorted. “I really want Le to call and we’re just like, bah-gel, bay-gal, bah-bay.”

Logan laughed probably too hard at that, but Finn could tell they were both a little giddy. Logan was filling his chest up with happiness that was going to spill right out of him. Once he started laughing, he found that he couldn’t stop. Logan was shaking against him, hiding his grin in his neck. It got Finn going all over again.

Logan leaned back, smile wide. “Bah-bay.”

Finn put a hand over his eyes. “Oh my God, I can’t breathe. Bah-bay.”

“It’s not even funny,” Logan said, which sent them both into silent laughter again.

They quieted slowly, temples leaning together. Breathing in sync. This. This had never been in question—this part of them. Even in the times when Logan had taken Finn apart, told him no, told him nothing…Finn had never felt like they’d lose this part of them. Maybe that didn’t make sense, but it was true.

“You gonna win a Cup for me?” Finn whispered. He traced patterns on Logan’s back. A one and a zero. An L, E, O.

Logan nodded. “Mhm. Wr—r…” He sighed when Finn smiled. Finn felt kiss-stupid. “Rather win it with you.”

“Oo-wa-rather,” Finn whispered, and then took Logan’s chin between his fingers and melted Logan’s protests right out of his mouth. He kept Logan in place, kept the kiss gentle, tracing his tongue along Logan’s bottom lip. “I love everything you say.”

“How ‘bout them apples,” Logan mumbled and then cracked himself up.

Finn pressed his smile right into Logan’s cheek, making him turn his head to be caught in another kiss. “Mfh—okay, you’re just sticking your tongue in my mouth now.” Logan got back at him by licking a strip up his neck. Finn’s voice cracked when he said, “Weirdo.”

The bagel shop was one Finn hadn’t been to before. Logan had found it. He’d known Finn would love the black and white tiled floor and he had been right. Finn had scored them a table outside while Logan waited for their orders. Finn watched him through the window. He had taken two Advil and was stretching out his back when their order number was called. Finn caught the way the girl who handed him the bags looked at him. She and her friend had been watching the flex and stretch of his arms, too. Finn smiled to himself. Ha-ha-ha.

“Extra capers. Crazy.” Logan said when he sat down. He had two iced coffees as well. Finn’s was black, Logan’s was a light, light brown with milk. There were three sugar packets on the table and Finn watched as Logan ripped them open, popped the lid on his cup, and shook them in. Logan’s hair was still wet and he wasn’t wearing a hat. He had a sort of rust colored shirt, almost pink, and Finn couldn’t really stop looking at him. It was so different from his dark grays and greens. The breeze ruffled his curling hair.

“You look…” Finn said, then bit his straw between his teeth.

Logan arched a brow, unwrapping his bagel. He stuck a finger in his mouth when he got cream cheese on it. “Quoi.”

“Is that shirt new?”

“Ouais…” Logan looked down at it. “What’s wrong?”

Finn shook his head quickly. “No, no…You look good, baby.”

Logan didn’t look convinced and Finn laughed.

“No, I just never see you wear that color. I thought it was Leo’s. It surprised me. And—yeah, I just think you look good.”

Logan looked down at his bagel, his cheeks going a little pink to Finn’s delight.

“I went shopping,” Logan said grudgingly.

Finn’s eyebrows rose. Logan didn’t like clothes shopping. At all. Any other type, fine, but the kind where someone looks at you and tries to help you? No way. “Really.”

“Yes.”

“Really.”

“Yes.”

“Really…”

Logan huffed. “Finn.”

“With who? Alex?”

Logan took a big bite. He chewed. He took a sip of his coffee.

Finn gasped and slapped the table with his hands. The metal thrummed beneath his touch. “Oh. So Luke Deveaux gets to take you shopping but when I try—I see. Okay. I see.”

Logan was biting back a smile and Finn turned his chair sideways, away from Logan. Logan laughed and reached across the table to catch his hand.

“Non. You can take me shopping if you want.”

“Well, I don’t see a purpose to it now.” Finn was having fun with this. He angled his chin completely away from Logan and yanked his hand away with a flourish to pick up his coffee. “I see how it is.”

Logan groaned through his laugh. “Fi-i-nn.”

“He takes you shopping, he takes you running…”

With a scoff, Logan scooted his chair back. He stood over Finn. Finn put his sunglasses on.

“When Luke and I go shopping, we buy clothes,” Logan said. He leaned down, one hand braced on the back of Finn’s chair. Those green eyes didn’t let Finn look away from him. Not when he was this close. “We try on our different outfits and we’re in and out within the hour.”

“Good for you two. Very efficient.”

To Finn’s surprise, Logan turned to the side a little and sat himself right in Finn’s lap, all the warm, heavy strength of him. His arm went around Finn’s shoulders, the other flat-palmed against his chest. He could probably feel the way Finn’s heart picked up when he leaned in close and brushed his lips over Finn’s jaw. God, Finn hoped those girls were watching. Ha-ha.

“When you take me shopping…I want to pull you into the dressing room.” A soft kiss pressed to Finn’s neck. “I want to lock the door behind us and I want you to fuck me right there…” Another kiss. “In front of the mirror…” A gentle bite and, behind Finn’s glasses, his eyes slipped closed. “Where I can see how good you look when you’re about to make me come. When you’re trying to keep me quiet…”

Finn’s hand snapped to Logan’s hip. Logan smiled—Finn felt it. “You’d be so good at keeping your voice steady when someone knocks on the door…” Logan put on a slightly higher voice. “‘You finding everything okay?’” Logan pressed his mouth harder against Finn’s throat. “You’d be so good at it. ‘Oh, thanks so much…We’re fantastic.’”

“Logan.” Finn was starting to get hard in his shorts, pressing up against Logan’s thighs. He eased his palm over those strong thighs, fingers creeping up the inner seam of Logan’s shorts. Logan was sporting a semi and he knew Finn could see.

“So, please,” Logan said. “Take me shopping.”

And just like that, Logan was off of his lap. Finn swung his chair back inwards with a groan, shuffling his legs underneath the table. He took a sip of his iced coffee then held the cup to his cheek. “What the fuck.”

Logan returned to his own chair much more smoothly. God, if he had looked good in the dark pink a second ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked with that color flushing his cheeks. Finn needed a second. He picked up his food and tried to get his insides to stop throbbing.

“If it was one of those doors,” he said around a bite, “that don’t go all the way to the floor—”

“That would be so embarrassing,” Logan said, then grinned. “For the person who caught us, I mean.”

Finn just shook his head. “You liar. You’d be so nervous.”

“Try me.” Logan took another bite of his bagel and Finn swore, he swore, Logan made a show of licking the cream cheese. Logan looked at him all the while, green eyes playful. Finn didn’t know what unimaginably hot thing was going to come out of his mouth next. Did he want to go to the bathroom right now? Did he want to go home? Did he want to go shopping? Because Finn would. He would.

“Bah-bay,” Logan said.

Finn laughed so hard he dropped his coffee.

They had cleaned out their lockers. They had said see you at the lake to Remus’ parents. They had had one last dinner with as much of the team as they could—minus any New York stragglers—Kasey, Finn, Leo… They closed up their Gryffindor House. Sirius’ eyes had followed Remus around as he filled out his checklist. They had a final breakfast at their diner spot before hitting the road. Julian had been standing on the wrap-around porch, waving both of his hands as they pulled into the driveway. The grill had been going, his father raising the tongs in salute.

“Mm,” Sirius said, turning off the engine. “I’d kill for your dad’s steak.”

Remus laughed as he popped the door. “You know, I think he’ll just give it to you easily enough.”

After everything, those first two days felt like a fever dream. Afternoon swims. Sirius’ smile in the campfire light, laughing at something his mother had said. Sirius, wrapped up in the old-as-time blankets, snug in the bed Remus had been sleeping in since he was a child. Julian and Sirius tossing a football on the beach. Playing street hockey in the driveway. Watching people recognize Sirius in the little harbor breakfast spot—and, Remus had to keep realizing, watching them recognize him. Sirius’ big hands around a sharpie as he knelt to sign a little kid’s shirt.

Remus was now in the kitchen mashing up avocados for guacamole while his mom mixed a pitcher of margaritas. The dining room table was covered with place cards, flower combinations, and menus from the restaurant down the road. In just over a month, they’d bring their grills to the house for pulled-pork. They’d mix huge bowls of coleslaw, they’d chop up watermelon and make it into ice cream during dinner. Remus hadn’t had any time to worry about these things, and then suddenly he’d had nothing but time. Thank God for Hope Lupin.

“So, Lily and James are arriving in a week, right?” Hope said. “And Harry of course.”

“Yeah,” Remus said. “Sirius thought Harry would love the beach.”

“Lakes are good for babies,” Hope said. “Nice shallow water. Easy to watch. I always loved bringing you and Jules here. It’ll be sweet to see little Harry again.”

The back door slammed and Remus looked up at the sound of Julian’s laugh. He saw his mom smile.

“Shoes off!” she called. “No sand in the house, please! Or you’re doing the sweeping!”

There was a scuffle of shoes coming off and hockey sticks being leaned against walls, and then Julian bounded into the kitchen. Sirius followed a moment later.

Remus didn’t even think Sirius was making a show of how he leaned back against the refrigerator, sweating. “Jesus, Lupin.”

“Yes?” Remus said.

“Non,” Sirius panted. He jerked his chin at Julian. “That one.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Julian Lupin? Did you beat up my boyfriend?”

Julian swallowed a long drink of water and raised his eyebrows right back. “You mean your fiancé?”

Sirius laughed, using his t-shirt to wipe his face. Remus let his eyes catch on his stomach for a moment.

“Yes,” Remus said. “I mean my fiancé.”

“Then yeah,” Julian said. “I did.”

“He did,” Sirius agreed. When Julian wasn’t looking, Remus raised an eyebrow, and Sirius’ grin gave him away.

Sweetest boy on Earth.

“I’m going to take a shower if I have time?” Sirius said, eyes on Hope.

“You certainly do,” Hope said. “We’re on lake time, honey! Woo!”

“D’accord.” Sirius paused as he passed by Remus and settled a hand on his hip. “Salut, mon amor.”

“Hi,” Remus said.

“Be back soon.” Sirius pressed a kiss to his neck and disappeared towards the stairs.

“Re, will you take the clothes in from the line and bring them upstairs? I think it might rain a little tonight. Julian, finish up that guacamole, hon.”

“Kay,” Julian said. “Can I have a sip of a margarita?”

“You can have a baby one because you’re my baby,” Hope said.

Julian rolled his eyes, but he kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Mama.”

On his way out, Remus kissed her other cheek.

Outside, the breeze did smell a little like rain, but the sun over the lake felt like summer. The wind was warm. The small nets were still set up for Sirius and Julian’s game of hockey. Remus walked around the side of the house towards the lake and found the clothes swaying in the breeze. A few of Sirius’ t-shirts hung together. Worn Lions ones from seasons past. Remus took one down and held it. He remembered this from Sirius’ second season. He brought it to his nose. It smelled like Sirius and like the cottage. Like the lake air and the detergent his mom used here.

Remus could have wrapped himself entirely in that smell.

He heard the shower cut off right as he reached the top creaky step. He set Julian’s clothes on his bed, his parents’ on theirs, and brought the basket into their own bedroom. He set Sirius’ shirts on the bed to fold. He was laying out a sweatshirt that hadn’t quite dried when the Sirius came in with a towel wrapped around his waist. Like always, he stubbed his toe on the frog-shaped metal doorstop.

“Merde,” Sirius cursed.

“You think you would have learned by now.”

Sirius nudged the heavy metal frog a little under the old dresser. “Me too.”

Sirius stole a shirt off of the pile Remus was folding. Remus watched quietly as he dropped his towel and shook it through his wet hair a few times. He’d gotten it cut before they left. He had a bit of a tan line, the part of his neck which his hair had covered was pale, but the sun would change that soon. The summer would change change many things. Sirius’ body still held every ounce of muscle built up throughout the season. Remus knew what each ridge and valley felt like. His shoulders and back looked like heaven in the light coming through their bedroom window. That would soften over the next months.

Sirius turned once he’d pulled his shorts on and laughed. “You keep staring.”

Remus looked down and smiled. “Oh, I just like your haircut, that’s all.”

“That’s all?”

Remus eyed the way the t-shirt stretched across his chest and shoulders. “You’ve got play-off shoulders going on.”

Sirius stepped towards him. He tossed the sweatshirt Remus was holding away and settled his hands on Remus’ hips. “So do you.”

Sirius’ kiss was heavy and slow. They hardly broke before a new one sent Remus’ head spinning.

“Remus!” Julian’s voice called up the stairs.

Remus didn’t reply. He wrapped Sirius up tighter against him. The bed creaked as Sirius pressed him against one of the posts. The wooden carved flower dug into the small of Remus’ back but Remus didn’t care. He felt like they hadn’t been alone in decades. Regulus in Gryffindor, his family here…

“I wish…” Remus panted as Sirius leaned down to kiss his neck. “You’re so…” His eyes slipped closed.

“Re-mus,” Julian called. “Mom won’t let me have a margarita and chips until everyone’s here.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Remus whispered, sounding almost forlorn to himself. With all his strength, he gave Sirius’ chest a little push. Sirius barely moved and Remus caught a flash of his smile when he dragged his mouth along Remus’ jaw to kiss him again.

“Remus!”

“Yeah—one second!” Remus called down, hoping he sounded at least a little normal.

“It’s been like fifty seconds!”

“On our way, Jules!” Sirius called—then he went right back to kissing Remus. Long, deadly-good kisses that made Remus feel like he was about to lose his footing. That was a good move, though. Julian never talked back to Sirius.

“Okay, cool!” Julian called back, much more happily.

Sirius laughed softly. Remus pushed his hands under Sirius’ shirt and rested his forehead against his shoulder. He spread his palms over Sirius’ stomach before sliding them around his hips to his back.

“Is this helping you?” Sirius asked. He was standing there almost patiently, dark eyes amused.

“Not even a little, but it’s nice anyway.”

Sirius took Remus’ hands in his and kissed his knuckles. “Allez. We’re holding up dinner.”

“What took you so long?” Julian dug his chip into the guacamole and sighed happily as he chewed. At least someone was satisfied.

“Sorry, I was getting dressed,” Sirius said. “Re was just putting away the laundry.”

“Jules,” Lyall laughed. He’d come in from the garden. “Leave them alone.”

Julian seemed to think this over. “Do you guys want to play another hockey game after dinner?”

“Sorry, Jules, Sirius is all mine after dinner.” When Julian stuck his tongue out at Remus, Remus did it right back. Beneath the table, Sirius took his hand.

#Vaincre lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #remus lupin #sirius black #sports au #finn o'hara #Logan tremblay #finnlo

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songbirdofthenight · 3 months

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Good Things Come in Threes

Good things come in threes

WC- 1677 Pairings- steddiexfem!reader

Warnings: dom!steddie x brat!reader, polyamory, voyeurism, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, anal sex, cock warming, aftercare mentioned

Summary: Steve and Eddie have you over for a Valentine’s dinner and movie, which takes a rather interesting, horny turn.

“This has to be perfect,”

“Perfect for our perfect girl.”

Steve and Eddie had the scene set perfectly. Dinner on the table, a few candles out and music humming through their living and dining space. The two watched the clock on the stove tick minute after minute in anxious woe. Eventually, a knock on their door snapped them out of their worried haze. Eddie jumped up, grabbing the door. “Hello, gorgeous, you look…” “Wow…” Steve piped in from across the room. “Hi Eddie, hi Stevie.” You smiled, hands held behind your back. Dressed in a soft pink, long sleeve top with flowy sleeves and a white skirt with matching white tights decorated with pale pink flowers. Steve and Eddie welcomed you in, excited to share the night. You slipped your shoes off at the door, leaving your coat and small purse on the end table. Steve and Eddie hurried to embrace you,encasing you in their arms. “Happy to have you here baby,” Stevie mumbled, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“We made dinner!” Eddie exclaimed, practically pulling you two towards the dinner table. “All this for just me? You guys are too sweet.” You blushed, squeezing Eddie’s hand. Eddie shook away rushing to pull a chair out for you. “You made pizza?” you giggled at the fancy display. “Well, yeah, but its the fancy kind with mozzarella and the little leaf.”

“Eds, basil? You mean basil.” Steve giggled alongside you. “Yeah yeah whatever.” “No, no don’t do that, I’m sure it tastes wonderful baby.” You reassured him while grabbing a slice and setting it on your plate. Several slices of pizza later you all migrated to the sofa for a movie. Eddie and Steve sat on either side of you, arms wrapped around you. Steve leaned over, whispering in your ear, “What if we move this elsewhere?”

His hot breath in your ear caused goosebumps to explode all over your skin. His lips moved closer and closer to your ear until he bit your earlobe softly. You whined softly under your breath, these boys had you hooked with a capital H. There was no shaking the effect they had on you. Steve’s tongue flicked your earlobe, circling up and around the back of your ear. Your thighs pressed together tightly, squeezing Eddie’s hand as it slid between them. “Something got you worked up, pretty girl?” Eddie spoke, giving your thigh a squeeze. “No, n-not at all.” You wavered as Steve bit with more pressure. “I don’t think you’re telling us the truth.” Steve whispered again. Little electric currents shot through your body. “I think we should take her to the bedroom, maybe she’ll tell us then. What do you think, Stevie?” Eddie sweetly mocked your tone as Steve nodded in agreement. Both boys jumped up from their seats, extending their hands out to pull you up. You placed either of your hands into theirs letting them peel you from your spot. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder. “HEY!” you shouted in protest. Eddie walked you down the short hall with Steve trailing behind. “Somethin’ wrong?” He smiled watching your head toss from side to side with each step Eddie took. You stuck your tongue out at Steve, “oh come on now honey, that’s no way to talk to us when we know there’s something you so desperately need.” Steve emphasised each consonant of need as if he were embarrassing you in front of Eddie. Eddie tossed you onto their king sized mattress that nearly took up the whole room. You sat up beneath their looming figures. Suddenly you were small, fragile, easy to ruin. Steve and Eddie exchanged glances, as if to have a conversation with just their eyes.

In a second, Steve and Eddie were pulling their clothes off. Taking each other’s shirts off and undoing the buttons of their jeans. You watched in awe as the boys undressed each other, observing as they left themselves in nothing but socks and boxers. They looked down at you, “So which one of us is going to show you what happens to pretty things when they don’t tell us what they want, hm?”

Eddie’s words were striking, almost cold. “My choice?” “Your choice, pretty girl. Who is it gonna be?” You were silent.

“Well, Eds I think we could both show her.” Steve suggested. “I think we should, actually.” You stared up in bewilderment at whatever Steve meant by that. “C’mere pretty boy and give me a kiss.” Eddie practically sang, pulling him close. Eddie’s lips collided with Steve’s, their jaws engulfing one another. You sat, fully clothed, watching as the two boys above you made out with each other. Jealousy quickly took over as they pivoted towards the bed. Steve pressed Eddie down onto the mattress beside you and kissed across his jawline down his neck. Eddie turned his face towards your side, whimpers fell out of his shaking lip.

Your legs pressed together tightly, Steve let up and looked towards you. “Oh honey this could have been you, yeah?” You nodded. “Should have just said so.” Steve picked up where he was, nipping at the sensitive spots of Eddie’s neck. Eddie’s hand wiggled up towards your waist, under your waistband. His fingers slid between your panties and skin, finding your clit. He pressed soft circles against your clit, causing a hitch in your breath. Eddie’s fingers circled faster and faster. Suddenly you couldn’t hold moans back anymore. You and Eddie huffing out in sync for more. Steve’s ears perked, unlatching his lips from Eddie’s chest. “Oh no, Eds what is this?” Steve’s hand traced over Eddie’s arm reaching his wrist. He pressed hard against Eddie’s wrist pushing more pressure onto your clit. “Eddie, baby, I can’t believe this. You gave in hm?” Eddie sighed, “I did. She just looked so, so, desperate.” Desperate. Steve shook his head, “Eds, we were teaching her.” “I learned, you taught, please Stevie need to feel you both,” you cried out. “Did you hear that Steve, she wants us both? Let's give our girl what she needs, yeah?” Eddie pleaded. Steve smiled, “two against one I guess. C’mon pretty girl tell us what we have to do.” “Gotta take these off.” You grabbed at your shirt and skirt. Eddie and Steve quickly shifted positions scrambling to strip you. They pulled off all of your remaining clothing, leaving you completely nude. Steve’s hands made their way to your knees, pushing them apart. You lay backwards as the boys examined every part of your naked figure. “Look at her glisten Eds,” Steve hummed. Eddie’s head popped beside his, “God look at how wet you are.” Steve dipped his finger into your wetness, letting it coat in your slick. “Please need you.” “Good girl using your words.” Eddie smilied. “Lets get you situated,” Eddie stood, pulling your legs off the edge of the bed, whispering something to Steve. He stripped from his boxers and socks, leaving him nude. Steve laid himself beside you, reaching over to pull you on top of him. Steve turned you around so you faced Eddie. “Be a good girl for us and ride him.” Eddie commanded. Steve forced your hips down onto his cock as a languished moan flew from your mouth. His hand snaked up your back, pushing you forward. You caught yourself on your arms, coming face to face with Eddie who stripped himself from his socks and boxers.

Steve’s hips bucked up, rocking you with him. His cock reached deep in your core, easily hitting your g-spot. Your jaw hung open, quickly being stuffed full with Eddie’s cock. The two boys abused your holes, fucking you full. The three of you, moaning in unison. You clenched around Steve’s cock, gagging on Eddie’s. You screamed out a muffled cumming and came around Steve’s thick cock. They fucked you through your orgasm, chasing after their own.

Steve pulled out, pushing the plush of your ass apart as you dripped onto his abdomen. Eddie tossed his head back, tangling his hand in your hair. Tears streamed down your face as Eddie moaned blissfully cumming into your mouth. His hips slowed their jerk, pulling his cock from your mouth. You swallowed his seed, letting your jaw hang open for Eddie to see. “Think we can get more out of her?” Eddie smirked. “Oh yeah.” Steve spoke breathlessly. Once again the boys switched positions, Eddie took to the bed, laying you between them. Eddie, who you now lay face to face with, kissed the tears on your cheeks. “We had her crying Stevie,” Steve’s large hands wrapped around your chest. He groped your tits as Eddie pressed his cock to your entrance. Your leg rest on top of Eddie’s, letting him easily slide in. You and Eddie moaned, the stimulation from Steve’s fingers on your breasts to Eddie’s cock bullying its way through your folds. Steve pressed his cock against your tight ass, prodding at your rim. Both boys pushed deep into your holes earning elicit moans and whimpers from you. “S’ too much, so sensitive. Please,” you choked out. Eddie and Steve refused to let up their pace, forcing another orgasm to rip through you. Your body rocked in rhythm with theirs, as waves of pleasure ran through your veins. Steve and Eddie stayed still, leaving their cocks to plug your poor abused holes. The three of you huffed, gasping for breath. “You did so good for us baby,” “So so good, sweetheart” Eddie agreed.

“Thank you,” you croaked out horsley. “Any time sweet girl, want us to stay here?” Steve asked slowly, starting to pull out. “Need you in, stay in.” You begged.

“Gonna fall asleep on our cocks baby?” Eddie smiled, stroking the hair from your face. “Mhm,” you nodded, nuzzling into Eddie’s chest. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. “We’ll clean you up a little later okay?”

“Okay Stevie,” “Sleep well sweet girl,” “I will, Teddie.” You mumbled, drifting off in their arms.

#songbird singing #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things smut #steddie #steddie smut #eddie x steve #steddie x reader

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hyukasmiles · 9 months

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imagine having an unforgettable one night stand with beomgyu and then months later when ure still thinking abt him u find out hes ur new roommate … 😱

—Beomgyu—

Description: this is a long one 😔 also I pulled this out of thin air so like i’m so sorry if it’s bad 😛

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// unprotected sex// oral// dry humping// multiple orgasms // NOT PROOF READ

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“No dick in the world is that good.” You groan to yourself, folding to rest your head on your steering wheel. “I need to get a life.” Your neighbor is in the car next to yours, and you briefly notice him watching you pout because you thought you saw your one nightstand from a month ago and when you called out for him it either wasn’t him or he ignored you, because he just kept walking. You shouldn’t be this upset over the fact that the man who you slept with one time might have ignored you- especially since he’s the same guy who ghosted you the day after.

“Pull yourself together.” You fling open the door of your car, ready to stomp up the stairs to your apartment and maybe take a nap. You get to do the first part but the bright red eviction notice on your door stops you from the second. “Jesus fuck!” You yell, crumpling the paper slightly.

“Hey neighbor!” Yeonjun, the neighbor from the car, must have followed you up the stairs where he stands behind you, reading the notice from over your shoulder.

“This is ridiculous.” You grumble, “he always gives us an extra week to get our checks in.” Yeonjun nods and pulls out his phone.

“You should get a roommate.” It looks like he’s searching for something, his eyebrows knit as he looks at the small screen. “My buddy needs one too, his name is Beomgyu.”

“I don’t want to live with a stranger.” You groan again, unlocking the door to your soon to be past home. “You want to come in?”

“He’ll be at my place more than he’s here…” Yeonjun steps into your house and you follow him, heading to the kitchen. “Plus… I think you guys have met, he keeps on asking me about you.”

“I don’t know a Beomgyu.” Except the guy you keep dreaming about told you he went by Gyu. “I need to move anyway, the rent is getting too expensive.” You freeze when Yeonjun shoves his phone in your face.

“You've never seen him before?” Your mouth falls open slightly, matching Beomgyu’s in the picture you’re staring at, it’s him. “We should get coffee, see if you like him… maybe sign a lease!”

“You’re being weirdly pushy about this.” You throw open the fridge door, trying to act normal. There is absolutely no way you can live with this man.

“So this will be your room… I cleaned it last night so you’re good to just move in whenever.” You mumble, opening the door to your used to be office. “Rent is due every month on the fourth.” You leave Beomgyu with a tight lipped smile, desperate to get away from him and the way he makes you feel.

“Oh! Y/n! I hope our… history won’t make this awkward.” Beomgyu laughs, moving out of the doorway to let Yeonjun carry boxes in the room.

“History?” The man asks, quirking an eyebrow and rolling up his sleeves. “So you two do know each other?”

“We met a while ago.” You try to laugh it off but you can tell it’s not working, your neighbor tapping his foot on the laminate flooring. “I didn’t even recognize him until he was in front of me.”

Yeonjun let’s out a little oh and accepts your answer, walking back out to the moving van.

“You didn’t remember me?” Beomgyu laughs.

“No.” You turn to walk into your room.

Living with Beomgyu turns out to be a lot easier than expected. He’s pretty timid but you can tell he's loud by nature, it shines through most when he’s playing video games. Usually he plays on his PC in his bedroom but sometimes he migrates to the switch he hooked up to your TV, tonight is one of those times.

“Blue shell, Kai??” He yells, shaking the controller in his hand. “I was literally in first place.” You can’t help the laugh as you pour a glass of water. “It’s not funny, Y/n! This is serious, we have money on this.”

“That’s ridiculous.” You snort and sit down on the couch next to him. Beomgyu never wants to be too close to you, always scooting over or standing up, but he’s so focused on winning that all he does is slide down to the floor- somehow bringing himself closer to you. To your surprise he just sits pressed up against your leg.

When Beomgyu loses he grabs you out of frustration, pulling you down onto the floor with him. You land with a thump and a groan but he doesn’t care to ask if you’re ok. “I was cheated.”

“Sore loser.” You can hear Kai from the headphones around your roommate's neck. Watching him act like this it’s hard to believe you ever even considered sleeping with him.

Beomgyu is definitely not your type. You’re known for going for guys like Yeonjun, not the loud nerdy gamers who only leave the house once a week like your hermit of a roommate. But the memory from months ago remains in the forefront of your mental subconscious and you get reminded of it every time Beomgyu wears sweatpants.

“You want to play?” Beomgyus' voice startles you, that and the fact he’s basically shoving the controller into your hands. “You have to beat Kai!”

You stop him before he can place the headphones on you two, trying to hand him back the controller. “I have to go get ready. I have a date tonight.”

Truth be told you don’t really have a date- unless you count flirting with random guys at a bar a date. But you like the way Beomgyu looks at you as you slip your heels on. “Is this guy picking you up?” He asks, biting his lip.

“No, we’re meeting at the bar around the corner.”

You sit as prettily as you can; legs crossed, back arched, you even make sure your hair has fallen nicely as you wait for someone- anyone to approach you. Briefly, you consider going up to someone yourself, but if there’s one thing you refuse to do it’s look desperate in front of some hot guy who’s probably banging the bartender or gay so you sit and pout.

Shoulders sagging in defeat you guess it’s time to give up for the night and to seal the deal you wave over the bartender to pay your tab. It’s been a long time since you’d had to pay for your own drinks but there’s probably a good reason for it.

“You ready to go?” The bartender is gorgeous, maybe you could leave with her.

“Sure am.” You push your boobs out a little as you lean on the counter. “What time do you leave here?”

“Around three A.M usually. Is your boyfriend paying for this?” Was she… trying to see if you’re in a relationship? You don’t usually go for women but if she can make you cum then you’ll sit at this bar until noon tomorrow to go home with her.

Stupidly enough you start with a small uh and the most awkward smile you’ve ever made. “No… No boyfriend?”

“Cmon baby, don’t just write me off.” It’s a voice you recognize but can’t place, an arm wrapping around your waist. “We get in one argument and we’re over?” The man’s opposite hand slips a card to the waiter while you furrow your eyebrows trying to think of what’s weird about the voice behind you. When his hand pats your stomach, a habit he picked up from his friend, you know who it is.

You look up at Beomgyu with your mouth slightly open, leaning into him a little. This is the guy you would’ve hooked up with months ago, not the whiny gamer you now live with. “You’re paying for me?” You whisper.

The bartender hands Beomgyu back his card, winking at you as she walks off. “Let’s go, baby.” His words are hot on your neck, the heat traveling all the way down to your now soaking cunt. Beomgyu keeps his arm wrapped around you as the other one trails down your arm and to your hand.

You’re in a daze as Beomgyu leads you out of the bar and down the street to your apartment, holding you firmly against his side. Memories of your roommate and his skills in the bedroom are clouding your brain as he basically carries you up the stairs. “You got your keys on you, pretty?” You hum out a yes and dig in your purse. “You’re just perfect.”

It’s crazy how attractive Beomgyu is to you right now, even the way he unlocks the door is somehow sexy, and when he actually picks you up and sits you down on the cold counter you wonder if you could cum just from being thrown around. “You look so pretty tonight.” The man mumbles, spreading open your thighs so he can slot his hips in between them. “This is the same dress you wore last time. I wonder if you have the same panties on.”

“I do…” You whisper, lifting your hips and pulling the skirt of your dress up until you’re almost completely exposed, saved by a flimsy pink piece of lace. “Wore em’ just for you.” You grab Beomgyu’s hand and place it just below your navel. “I think you reached here last time.” You lean in so your lips are just barely ghosting by his.

“Been waiting so long to fuck you again.” You wrap your legs around his waist at the confession, grinding your cunt against the growing bulge in his pants. You whine as Beomgyu starts humping against you, the feeling of his jeans pushing your lace underwear against your clit has you wriggling beneath him, his arms caging you in as he sloppily tries to kiss you.

“I need you, Gyu, now!” You spread your legs even wider, digging your fingers into his shoulders. Beomgyu just whines back at you, his head sinking into your neck as he continues his ministrations.

Beomgyu’s breathing is getting more and more labored as his hands move to pull your dress over your head. “Feel so good. You’re perfect.” He grumbles, rolling one of your nipples with his cold fingers.

“It’ll feel better if you’d fuck me.” You move your hands to undo the buttons of his shirt but your fingers are so shaky that you can only get one of two done before you give up.

“It’s ok baby, you can just pull it off.” Beomgyu goes as far as to lift his arms in the air, his hips refusing to stop as he does so. “Or tear it, I don’t care.”

You slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling the two sides apart, gasping when the buttons pop off with barely any pressure. “So… sorry.” You draw out, pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

“ ‘S ok.” Beomgyu whines, folding back to rest his head in your neck. He bites and sucks at the skin as his whines get shorter and shorter. Eventually he loses all rhythm in his thrusts, and then he stops all together. You look down at him in surprise, his eyes going wide as he tries to catch his breath.

“Did you just-“ Beomgyu nods, blush creeping up his cheeks. The man in front of you sinks to his knees, buries his head in your thighs, and laughs. “Eat me out while you’re down there.” You mumble, threading your fingers through his hair. You’re shocked when he nods, large hands pushing your knees apart.

Surprise fills you when Beomgyu shoves his head in between your thighs, sucking on your clit through the lace of your panties. He continues like this, lapping at your hole and biting at your clit until you’re shaking. “I need more, Gyu.” You whine, trying to lift your hips to slide your underwear off but he holds you down onto the counter. You lean back on your elbows and try to grind against his face but he doubles down.

You give up, throwing your head back and whining as your orgasm slowly creeps forward. But then Beomgyu sucks on your clit, his teeth scraping against it and your shaking, tears welling up as you cum all over his face.

Beomgyu wastes no time slipping your underwear off, choosing to rip the fabric. “Can’t wait anymore.” He groans, pushing his pants and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring out. It’s longer than you remember, a little thicker too. He slips into you like he’s done it a hundred times before, a long breathy groan leaving him as he bottoms out. “God your pussy is great.”

“You’re so big.” You whine in response, wrapping your arms around his neck, bucking up against him. “M’ so full, Beomgyu.”

Groaning, Beomgyu pulls all the way out and slips in again, a moan tearing through your throat at the feeling of a vein catching against your walls. Your cunt is squeezing around him- pulling him back in every time he pulls out. “Baby-“ He's whining again, leaning across your chest to place his head back in your neck. “I’m not gonna last, you're so tight.” His fingers move to run small circles on your puffy clit.

Your thighs start to shake and you somehow squeeze around him even tighter, barely letting him move as Beomgyu drives you full force into another orgasm. “Loosen up, pretty, I gotta fuck you still.” You try your hardest to calm down, grabbing onto his arms so tight you almost think you draw blood- but you just can’t.

It doesn’t slow Beomgyu down too much, his thrust turning short and shallow, enough to get him off apparently because he’s filling you up with a groan. “Perfect fucking pussy.” He whines, kissing you on the cheek. “I think I’m in love with you.”

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kteezy997 · 6 months

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The Other Man-Part Ten (the end) //t.c.

Warnings: cursing, mention of past trauma, therapy, smut, oral sex female receiving, brief doggy style, mention of cum

After that night, you and Timmy spent every second together. You didn’t go out, you didn’t work, nothing. The two of you just migrated back and forth between your house and his.

You went to therapy together and separately, trying to heal from everything that happened. You didn’t talk about it with each other very often, but you found out from Timmy how he was ambushed and attacked by Billy. You cried for hours as Timmy lovingly held you.

You were glad to know what he went through, but you didn’t want to dwell too much on the horror that transpired because of Billy, neither did he, you only wanted to move forward. Your divorce was finalized. Billy had been charged with abduction, assault, and unlawfully discharging a deadly weapon, but that was only the beginning. You were told there would be more charges brought against him, and you were relieved to know that he'd be going to prison for a very long time.

About a month after everything happened, Timmy came up with the idea for you two to go away for a while, for as long as you needed. He didn’t want to have a timeline. He wanted the two of you to have time together and not have to worry about anything else.

“Where do you wanna go? Wanna…go somewhere we can lay naked on the beach with no one else around?” he had a sly little smirk on his face.

You giggled, “No, I don’t really like the beach. It’s hot and there’s sand everywhere.”

“Okay,” he brushed your hair back off your shoulder, “where should we go, my love?” he smiled softly at you, waiting for your answer.

“Hmm,” you pondered, “somewhere…isolated, like you said, but also cozy. Maybe somewhere snowy. And we could rent a cabin, but not like a run-down cabin, a nice cabin, boujee almost.”

Timmy laughed, “Okay, a fancy cabin in the mountains it is."

.......

You were laying on the couch snuggled up under a fuzzy blanket, watching the fireplace crackle and the snowfall outside. It was absolutely gorgeous. Timmy joined you, laying half on you and half on the couch. The feeling of him so near was so warm and comforting. You wanted to stay there just like that forever.

Timmy kissed you on the cheek, and he tucked his arm under your head snuggly.

You put your hand delicately on his cheek. His bruises had faded. Now there was only some faint red marks. You gently grazed your thumb over a small cut that had scabbed over. "They don't hurt anymore?" you asked him.

He shook his head, "Nope. I'm all better now." he kissed your lips.

"I despise him. I hope they beat his ass in prison. Attack him from behind so he can't see it coming, like he did to you. I hope he can't defend himself, it’s what he deserves."

"He deserves worse than that, just for the way he's treated you. I know he was upset by the cheating, I can't believe that he wanted to actually…kill us. That is not the Billy I became friends with." he pet your hair affectionately as he spoke.

You sighed, "I've been thinking that we should just forget about him, ya know? If he's in our thoughts at all, that means he wins. He's taken so much from us, let's not give him anymore."

"I agree, baby. Fuck him. He's nothing to us anymore."

You ran your fingers through his curls, "So, how are you doing after the whole Ameila thing?"

"I mean, I don't hate her. That takes too much energy. I just hope she's working on herself. What she did was pretty fucked up. I mean, she had me believing that I was going to be a father."

You hummed, "Well, you will be one day. But on your terms, and not in a situation based on lies."

"I know." he bopped you on the nose with his finger, "Because you'll be the mommy. Which is the way I want it."

"Awe, you wanna have babies with me?" you cooed, putting your arms around him.

"Of course, ya dummy. You're the love of my life. I'm gonna marry you and give you lots of babies." he said, gently smooshing his nose into yours, giving you a playful Eskimo kiss.

You smiled gleefully, "Ugh, that makes me so happy. I love you, Timothee, make love to me, like right now." You pulled him into a hungry, heated kiss.

He groaned against your mouth in surprise, "I love you too." he said, but his words were muffled by your lips.

“Mm, take my clothes off please.” you requested, raising your arms up.

“Yes ma’am.” Timmy responded, pulling your shirt off, leaving your chest bare, as you weren’t wearing a bra. Then he moved down to pull your pants and undies down in one swoop before dropping them onto the floor.

“Now you!” you said, taking ahold of his shirt and pulling it up.

Timmy threw his shirt over his head, and his curls went wild like usual before he shook them back into place. He then rid himself of his sweats, and his naked form was highlighted by the orangey glow of the fireplace. He looked like an Angel, but with a devilish look in his eyes. He sunk down between your legs. His mouth neared your heat, and he held onto your thighs.

As he started lapping at your clit, you threw your hands on his hair. You whined as he suckled your sensitive nub between his lips. You cursed under your breath as pleasure took over your being.

Timmy sucked and licked your pussy like a savage. He had to tighten his grip on your legs to keep you still.

You arched you back and bucked your hips onto his mouth. He was making you wild. “Oh, fuck, Timmy!”

He wouldn’t let up. He quickly spat between your folds, making sinful eye contact with you as he did so, before continuing to assault your clitoris in the best way. He slid his hand up to palm your tits.

You found yourself clawing at his arms. You felt absolutely feral. You wanted him to ram you from behind, so you switched your positioning. "Fuck me like this, Daddy. Is it okay that I call you that?" you asked, panting in between breaths.

Timmy snaked his arm around you, pulling you close, he spoke into your ear, "Yes, I'd love it. We'll be Daddy and Peaches." he then nibbled on your earlobe and held you tight as he entered you and fucked you hard. He spanked you, and you cried for more.

…….

Later, the love session ended with you squirting all over him, and he came inside of you. He filled you to the brim with his warm, gooey cum.

After giving you a lazy, but much needed back rub, Timmy carried you closer to the fireplace. Gently, he placed you there on the floor with a blanket, and he laid down to cuddle you from behind.

You watched the pretty flames as you settled against his body. You always fit so snuggly together like two puzzle pieces just destined for one another. You were toasty warm and unbelievably cozy, both from the fire and the man that had you wrapped up in his arms. It was like a dream, more like a fantasy, really.

The touch of his lips reminded you that he was real, and he pressed lingering kisses on your neck that trailed over your shoulder. He whispered in your ear how much he loved you before nuzzling into your neck to fall asleep. His hair was silky soft as it caressed your skin in a tide of chocolate curls.

If there ever was one thing that your absolute bastard of a former husband did in his lifetime, it would be introducing you to Timothée Chalamet, the love of your life.

The way your story with Timmy started was wrong, but damn was it so right now.

A/N: I have had the most fun writing this story! Thank you to all that have followed it(: and a special thank you to @gatoenlaciudad for her constant encouragement, reviews, and inspiration<3

@thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 14 hours

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Our Love Story

Nanami Kento x Reader

Part 8: Celebration!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

(Song Inspiration: Love Her by Jonas Brothers)

The spring weather was in favor for your graduation. The cherry blossoms were blossoming. The weather was warm, with the help of the sunlight keeping everyone warm. The crowd watched as the graduation caps were thrown up in the air and their cheers heard throughout the arena.

“Kento-kun!” you yelled excitedly and ran to him. Nanami held a large bouquet of red roses and sunflowers.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” he said happily and hugged you tightly. The tears that you never thought would come started to flow down your eyes.

“Shoot, I’m crying…” Nanami chuckled and kissed the tears away.

“That’s good though. You finally did it, love.” You nodded in his chest. You heard your name loudly. And then you felt your body being pulled away from Nanami. You were in a bone crushing hug from Gojo.

“My hardworking girl did it!!!” He cheered happily.

“Satoru, you’re gonna crush her to death,” Geto said.

“Good job, girl,” Shoko said happily. Gojo finally put you down and you went over to hug Geto and then Shoko. “So what’s the plan?”

“I’ve been wanting to go back to the bbq place and then we can go out to a bar,” you said. “Is that okay, Kento-kun?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” Nanami held your hand and squeezed it tight with reassurance.

The five of you migrated to a bar that Geto suggested after eating. Shoko ordered five celebration shots.

“To your graduation!” Shoko exclaimed excitedly.

“To graduation!” Everyone raised their shot glasses and took their drink.

“What do you like to drink?” he asked you.

“I want…” you paused for a while. It was your first time going to a bar with him. “What do you drink, Kento-kun? It’s whiskey right?” He nodded. “I’ll drink one with you. I never had it on the rocks before.” Nanami nodded and ordered two glasses of whiskeys. “You don’t mind if Keiko, Hana, and Yumi stop by?”

“Of course, sweetheart. We’ll celebrate for all four of you.” You smiled. Your drinks arrived quickly. The two of you picked up your glasses and clinked in celebration. You took a small sip and made a quick face. Nanami chuckled. “You don’t have to finish it.” You shook your head.

“I can do it,” you said. “It has a different taste. Compared to vodka and rum. Geto-san! Have a drink! Here let me pay for you! What do you want?” Geto chuckled.

“Get me a Manhattan,” he said.

“One Manhattan please,” you said. The bartender nodded and prepared the drink. You searched for your wallet and remembered that Nanami was holding it since you had a dress on. “Kento-kun, can I have my wallet please?” Nanami shook his head and gave the bartender his card. You pouted but Nanami just gave you a peck on your pouty lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

An hour passed and your friends arrived. You happily introduced them to Nanami’s friends. And you were relieved that they all got along. Hana grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the dance floor. Yumi and Keiko followed.

“You’re so good to her, Nanami,” Shoko said. “Can you buy me a drink too?” Nanami nodded, ordering her favorite alcoholic beverage. Shoko happily thanked him and gave him a hug. “Get me a few more, I want to join them.”

“I’ll join them now!” Gojo said happily and danced his way to you. You laughed when Gojo held your hand and twirled you around. Nanami could only smile at you. Shoko chugged her drink before joining them. Geto chuckled as he took a seat next to Nanami.

“I’ll be honest, I never thought you two will get along,” he said. Nanami took a sip of his whiskey.

“I didn’t think so either,” he said.

“She balances you,” Geto said. “Almost like Haibara. Those two would’ve been the best of friends.” Nanami smiled a small yet sad smile. He can imagine it. He could see you and Haibara treat each other as if you two were truly brother and sister.

“At least I know for sure that Haibara would’ve loved her.” Geto nodded, watching the group dance.

“You don’t want to dance?” he asked. Nanami shook his head.

“You ever see me dance?” he questioned. Geto shrugged.

“How would I know? I’ll dance with them.”

He sighed in content as he sat there alone. But he didn’t mind it. He loves watching you have fun. When you turned to look at him, Nanami raised his glass out to you and your face brightened. You waved him over and he knew he couldn’t ignore it. He stood up and walked up to you. You held his hands, swaying them from side to side. You could only laugh at his awkwardness. Nanami blushed.

“Kento-kun, thank you,” you said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Buy me another drink?” Nanami nodded, holding your back as you two walked back to the bar.

The two of you stumbled back inside his apartment. You leaned on him as he kept you balance with your arm around his shoulder. You laughed when Nanami bumped into the wall.

“That was so fun,” you said and held on tightly to your flowers. Nanami brought you to the couch and put the bouquet on the kitchen counter. “Kento-kun, let’s go on a vacation soon. Where do you want to go?”

“Malaysia,” he answered as he sat down. You sat close to him, your legs on his lap and your head resting on his shoulder. “By the beach.”

“I like the sound of that,” you said softly.

You felt him hold your chin and you were looking at him. Nanami leaned in and kissed you passionately. You moved to sit on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands caressed your sides while you played with his hair. You felt something hard against your inner thigh, making you blush yet also heated. Before it went any further, Nanami hesitantly pulled away.

“I want our first time to happen when we’re not intoxicated with alcohol,” he said softly as he caressed your cheeks. You nodded.

“I’d like that too,” you said. “Let’s head to bed?”

“Okay, my love.”

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 11 months

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heyyyy can i request a fic where it’s just pure love making no roughness just slow and gentle with elvis

In Your Arms

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader

Word Count: 1024

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Elvis comes home early.

Tags/Warnings: Requested, Requests, Love Making, Established Relationship, Graceland, Kissing, Cuddling, Unprotected Sex,

Notes: Working through my inbox. I imagine this being like 70s E x

Elvis Tags: @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley

I was tired. Unbearably so. I could feel my weariness in my bones and yawns coming from somewhere deep in my soul begging me to rest. I had been too busy though. With Elvis away I was ‘head of the household’ and that meant that everything that happened around this place came down to me. The only problem was that I didn’t have the help of ten men on my side which meant I was more drained than ever. So when I crawled into bed a few hours ago I was determined not to disturb until the birds were up.

And yet all it took to yank me from my slumber was the creak of a bed spring. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the low light as I looked over my shoulder to spot a familiar figure sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me. He turned as he heard me disturb offering me a smile, ‘sorry I didn’t mean to wake ya.’

‘It’s fine,’ I said rolling onto my back with a yawn. As my sleepy haze lifted I realised him being here was out of place, ‘what are you doing back so soon?’

‘Asked ‘em to bring me back early,’ he said as he yanked his clothing off and dropping it into a haphazard heap on the floor beside the bed. He clambered under the sheets until he was lying beside me, the pair of us now laying on our sides watching one another.

‘Why?’ I asked unable to stop my finger from tracing the contours of his face.

‘Missed ya,’ he said leaning in to give me a quick kiss.

‘That so?’ I mused as he leaned in again. This one was longer, more languid and full of love that made a flutter arise from deep within me.

‘Mmhmm,’ he murmured against my lips.

There was no rush to any of it. Our bodies were pressed against one another, our fingers tracing every inch of skin as we kissed. I had missed him too. Though I was used to us being forced apart by whatever work commitments he had the feeling of him being back in my arms with no place to rush back off to was always a euphoric one. And whilst most reunions were frantic and rushed this was not.

My hand migrated southward, palming him outside of the boxers he was wearing earning myself a low groan in response. He seemed just as tired as I was as he buried his face in my shoulder but his fatigue didn’t dampen his excitement at all as I coaxed him out of his shorts and to attention. He allowed me to touch him, offering expletives as my thumb ran over his tip which was now slick with anticipation.

‘You really missed me huh?’ I said with a giggle as his hips started to buck against my hand. He pulled away from me, his signature smirk on his face.

‘You’ve got no idea,’ he said. And then he pushed me away, rolling me until I was facing away from him. He came up behind me, peppering kisses along my bare shoulders as his hands set to work removing my nightdress from his path. His fingers traced circles on my thighs until they dipped beneath the waistband of my panties so he could move them out of the way making me shiver with anticipation.

‘Looks like I’m not the only one who missed this,’ he whispered in my ear as his fingers breached my slick folds, teasing my entrance before he plunged two of them inside me. He was right. I had missed him. Though I had put him out of my mind whilst I had been busy my heart had yearned for him. My body too, hence why I adjusted to him so easily. I whimpered at his touch grinding down to get as much of him as I could. I needed more. I needed him.

He seemed to sense my desperation and soon enough he removed his fingers to favour what we both needed. As he pushed inside me his arms encircled me pulling me to him. There was no talking now. No teasing to be done as he moved in and out of me, the pair of us clinging to one another as we enjoyed the sensation of it all.

As one hand found mine under the pillow his other caressed me through the cotton of my night dress until it came to rest between my legs. The cotton of my panties still covered me at the front though it was slick enough to provide a heavenly friction as his finger traced a wet line up and down in time with his thrusts.

‘E,’ I whimpered as I felt the familiar chug of my orgasm approaching.

‘Wait for me,’ he commanded in my ear. I couldn’t speak but I managed to offer him a nod. I could feel it coming like the climb of a rollercoaster threatening to drop over the edge at any minute. I could feel him losing himself too from the way he pressed his forehead into my shoulder as his hips faltered in rhythm.

‘Baby,’ he groaned and that was all it took to push me off the precipice. As my walls fluttered around him he whimpered, spilling out inside me with one last thrust.

We stayed like that for a moment, content and too exhausted to move. As he pulled out of me his arms ensnared me, pulling me into him as his mouth peppered kisses up my neck.

‘I love you,’ I mumbled, leaning back against him as his fingers moved to trace small circles on my hip underneath my nightdress. I felt him smile. ‘I love you too baby,’ he said kissing my shoulder. We lay there for too long until I finally heard his breathing signal he had fallen asleep. I knew we should probably move but I didn’t have the heart to. I was too content, too fatigued and too blissed out to even contemplate it.

He was back in my arms.

He was home.

#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley fic #elvis fic #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #graceland #requested #requests #requested fic #in your arms

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Some crack summaries (and just general notes) of Greater Good like how I did with Chaos Rising

Ar'alani: We have technology to aim our weapons with but I'm going to just eyeball this shot here.

...

Thalias: *enters the bridge, is exhausted*

Samakro: Wow, you look like shit.

Thalias: Thanks so much. I really appreciate that.

...

The side of Thaliamakro in this book has me giggling and kicking my feet. If they don't get together romantically I am still here for the friendship. I love them skdjfhsdjf. SAMAKRO SHE'S NOT A SPY THOUGH, MATE-

...

Laknym & Thalias: *open their mouths to explain something to Che'ri or to ask a question of each other while they're down in secondary command*

Kharill: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thalias: We're-

Kharill: SHHHHHH. NO. NO TALKING. SHUSH.

...

The ominous things being hinted at about the Stybla family's past (the most vicious warriors etc). I'm intrigued. Tell me MORE.

...

*Samakro & Thrawn talking about keeping the Magys on the Springhawk & it's low key an argument*

Samakro: And what do you suppose the Syndicure will think of this?

Lakinda, internally: I hope I don't get dragged into this.

Thrawn: Actually, I wasn't going to tell them *looks at Lakinda*

Lakinda, now officially in the argument: Uhhhh

...

Lakinda: STUPID THRAWN TAKING ALL THE DAMN GLORY!!!!! I DISLIKE THIS MF-

...

Thalias: *wakes up*

The Magys in hibernation:

Thalias: Who the fuck put that the- wait, I said Thrawn and Samakro could put it here. Uh. *proceeds to dress for the day throwing side eye looks at the hibernation chamber and wondering if the magys is just suddenly going to wake up and jump scare her (she's not)*

...

Thalias: *opens the door*

Che'ri, instantly looking inside: WHat's ThAt-

Thalias: A coffin!

Che'ri:

Thalias:

Che'ri: That's a bit weird.

Thalias: The Magys is in hibernation to stop her from offing herself.

Che'ri: o h.

...

Ba'kif: *giving the new orders for Thrawn to be shifted out to the Paataatus again, except there's a lot of political shit going on at the same time*

Samakro: *needling for a bit more info in a subtle way*

Thrawn: *no fucking idea what's happening, but not too pleased about going to the Paataatus hive-home world when he's got a Magys in hibernation in Thalias' room and a puzzle to solve back on Sunrise*

...

Jixtus having music and beanbags at his meeting with Haplif. Haplif struggling to get out of the beanbag with dignity. Jixtus telling him he should bird watch more often.

...

Thurfian: *frothing at the mouth with sheer rage after hearing about the scuffle over Sunrise with the unknown dreadnaught + Lakinda's assistance*

Zistalmu: *approaches*

Thurfian, internally: What if I just laid into him? What if I gave him a verbal lashing? A bit of a tickle up? I'd feel better if I tore something to shreds-

(Also Thurfian): Don't do that. Focus on the end game. FOCUS ON THE END GAME.

Zistalmu: You look happy.

Thurfian: Fuck you-

...

Lakjiip: Look at this *hands Lakuviv the metal report from the Agbui jewellery*

Lakuviv:

Lakuviv: THat's fucKING NYIX ALLOY-

Lakjiip: I KNOW

...

Haplif: *does anything*

Lakphro: What are you planning??? I'll find out. I'll know-

...

Lakjiip: Tell no one of these brooches.

Lakphro: Of course.

*later*

Lakphro: *calls his cousin who is married to a scientist who has connections with other scientists that work with metals etc* Hey so there's this jewellery I'm going to send it to you in the mail-

...

Lakbulbup: Send it through express post.

Lakphro: Have you SEEN the rates for that lately????

...

Qilori of fucking Uandualon. Back again and causing havoc we're all going to see later. He's going to be the reason the skywalkers are targeted by the Grysk, isn't he...

...

Shimkif: Marry me.

Haplif: wHAt-

Shimkif: It'll gain Yoponek and Yomie's trust. It'll be fake too

Haplif: Oh ok.

...

Shimkif: Sorry I was gone so long. I was busy poisoning birds.

Haplif: Amazing.

Yomie: I found another migration up north.

Haplif, internally: No the hell you did not-

...

Haplif: I don't like birds. I've had enough of birds.

Shimkif: *poisons Yomie*

Haplif: Nice, we're out of here.

***

RIP Yomie, you had the brains to figure the Agbui out, but your silly fiancé did not and now we're in a bit of a pickle. Haplif giving Yoponek the brooch he took from Yomie's corpse to Yoponek and telling him she left it for him to pin it to her dress on their wedding day when they met again and Yoponek just believing that day will come and meanwhile Yomie's floating in the damn VOID-

I'm sad about them.

...

Ar'alani: You need to identify yourselves.

Battle Dreadnaught: We've been begged by the people of this world to protect them from threats.

Ar'alani: Oh, so you've talked with the Magys, too?

BD: The what?

Ar'alani: The leader of the people of Sunrise.

BD: Never heard of it.

BD: We were begged though. We will get rid of you if you don't leave.

Ar'alani: Mate-

...

Ar'alani: You need to bring that asteroid's missile with you

Lakinda: Ok.

*later & with no asteroid missile (too slow to get it out intact in time to provide aid to the Vigilant)*

Ar'alani: uUUhhhhh we might not do well with this now...

*more battle. Lakinda lays into the damaged side of the Dreadnaught and pretty much takes it out after Ar'alani draws enemy fire to her ship.*

Ar'alani: Yeah, nice.

...

Lakinda: Oh my stars, what if Thrawn's not even that good? What if it was just Ar'alani all along- no. No, he is good. He just learned from the best. *is a little bit obsessed with Ar'alani and Thrawn's history*

...

Ar'alani: Ok, Csilla said you have to go help Thrawn with the pirates, but I know you have beef with him-

Lakinda: I do NOT have beef with Thrawn.

Ar'alani: You get this annoyed look and tone whenever you interact with him even if he's not being annoying.

Ar'alani: Anyway, as Admiral I can just keep you here if you don't want to go.

Lakinda: No, it's fine.

Ar'alani: Sure.

...

HHhhh ok. Haplif is getting so much Chiss info and Lakuviv and Co. are completely unaware they're being played and I'm scared about how this whole thing with the Nyix mines is going to play out.

...

Lakbulbup: Hey so there's this guy called Senior Captain Thrawn and he's good with analysing art-

Lakphro: Yeah fine. Send the brooch to him.

...

Captain Fsir: aaaaa help, we're being attacked by Vagaari scouts.

Thrawn, off mic to the bridge crew: This is a set up.

...

Thrawn: I have a plan but I need to see inside your ship first.

Fsir: What-

(He got invited over and took them down so fast at the "pirate base" because of it lmao).

...

Lakooni: *comm dies after she sends the emergency family summons* LAKUVIV. Your comm is shiet

Lakuviv: That officer you were talking to was me, I'm sorry it had to go this way *pulls a blaster on her* if you'll follow me to my private rooms-

Lakooni, absolutely furious: I'm going to fuck you up so bad for this, do you even know? Do you know what you've unleashed? I'll end your entire career, you backstabbing son of a bi-

Lakuviv: *raises blaster a bit higher*

Lakooni: FIne.

(I can't be the only one whose mind went straight to the gutter and wondered if AO3 had anything with them jxfkjeasdfkjsd)

...

Every time someone says "yeah, we'll swing by," (which is a lot actually now that I think about it) gave me a bit of a giggle. It made conversation feel more real.

...

Lakinda when the summons came through: Ok but does Thrawn NEED me there? no. He just needs my ship *leaves*

...

Apros when Grayshrike eventually meets up with Springhawk: Lakinda got called away on a family emergency order put out to all CEDF Xodlak that weren't in immediate battles or on critical missions.

Thrawn, pissed: WHAt-

Samakro, also pissed and angry at Apros: DID YOU TRY TO STOP HER?

Apros, not able to be pissed with Thrawn because he's higher rank, but able to be pissed with Samakro because they're the same rank and therefore fair game: YES. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT?

Apros: oh btw, Thrawn, she said this had come for you *gives him Lakphro's brooch*

Thrawn: Ooh, pretty.

...

Thrawn to the Magys: Wakey wakey, do you know what this is? *holds up the brooch*

The Magys: The work of my people. It looks new, though.

Thalias: surprise, they're not dead.

The Magys: There is hope!

*when they've put The Magys back into hibernation*

Thrawn: We also have three families being scammed.

Samakro: *grumpy noises*

...

Lakinda, just woken up: What do you want?

Thrawn over comms: You're being scammed. There are no mines. It's a set up.

Lakinda: Damn.

Thrawn: I have a plan though!

Lakinda once he's explained: From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck-

Samakro: That's insane actually.

Thrawn: Well if you two come up with anything better, let me know <3

...

Samakro convincing everyone that Thrawn's plans are strictly military and that he's got no clue with politics and doesn't know how to play them anyway (which is still wild to me tbh. I don't believe it) and then even convincing himself on it too/that Thrawn's their best commander even if his plans are insane sometimes.

...

I'm still processing the 3 families showdown over Sunrise but Thrawn's plan worked a treat even with family politics fucking up Lakinda's end (my girl got thrown in the brig for talking to Thrawn/warning him that at the end of this the embarrassment at finding out they were being scammed would have worse fallout than the actual fight that they didn't think of when they were making the plan).

...

Lakinda: Oh my gods it was Ar'alani copying Thrawn's tactics the whole time-

...

Thyklo: Patriarch Thooraki is dead.

Thurfian: Ah. Condolences.

Thyklo: You're replacing him.

Thurfian: It is an honour.

Thurfian, internally: holy FUCK- Zistalmu is going to lose his damn mind lmfao.

#thrawn ascendancy: greater good #hydro rambles #thrawn #ar'alani #thalias #samakro #che'ri #ba'kif #haplif #jixtus #lakinda #thurfian #lakphro #lakuviv #lakooni #laknym

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love-kurdt · 2 months

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Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 14

word count: 490

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

September 18, 1988

Dear Will,

I contemplated going back to my last letter and adding “Love,” above the spot where I signed my name, but that would sort of feel disingenuous. Because I did it on purpose. I didn’t sign “Love, Mike” because I thought that if I didn’t sign it, I would be able to… I don’t know, manifest the idea of getting over you. I don’t even believe in manifestation or any of that hippie dippie crap, but I figured I’d at least try all available options. But that, trying to “tone it the fuck down,” obviously didn’t work. I think it actually made me feel worse, because I lied to both you and myself. I think I’ll love you until the day I die, if I’m being totally honest.

Like, seriously, I could barely make it a fucking day without feeling the urge to justify why I didn’t sign a letter to you with “Love,” when I know damn well you’ll never even read these. I’m kind of glad you won’t, because I’m making a huge fool out of myself. I can just hear my dad’s voice: “You’ve turned soft, Michael. Next thing you know, you’ll be wearing pigtails and singing along to Madonna.” As if I don’t do the latter already, hahaha.

I sometimes like to imagine a future with you, which is probably the worst thing for someone who’s trying to move on, but I digress. It helps me escape reality. I can picture us being, like, middle aged, living right on the line dividing a big city and its suburbs. I think about how we would come home from a long day at work, the both of us feeling way too tired to cook dinner, so we’d warm up some frozen egg rolls and call it a day. We’d migrate to the couch after dinner (both of us seated practically on top of each other on the same cushion, of course, because what is personal space, anyway?), and we’d have a few glasses of wine, maybe watch a movie. And when we’d turn in, we’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror together as we brushed our teeth, you’d put in your retainer and I’d take out my contacts, and then you’d pull me into our room by the hand and we’d get into bed and just… be. You’d pull me into your chest and I’d tell you how much I loved you and we’d kiss goodnight. Fuck, am I crying? I’m crying. Just a second. Fuck.

Probably not where you expected this letter to go, given my… lustful track record, but you get the picture. I love you. Forever. I’d spend the rest of my life with you in a heartbeat. Not being in love with you feels impossible. And if you eventually find out and reject me, I’ll be okay with the hurt. I just can’t lose you. Never again.

Love,

Mike

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littlestaronmars · 4 months

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Little!Raiden and Little!Kung Lao with CG!Liu Kang// MK1 Agere

TW: Mentions of Canon typical violence

This is my first post so it’s not gonna be the best and obviously ooc but the brain worms were calling to me

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Backstory (Pretty long, sorry)

•Liu Kang first learned about their regression when Kung Lao returned from his mission in outworld with Johnny and Kenshi

•He and Raiden had walked to the infirmary where Kung Lao was getting checked over by healers

•There was a slight commotion in the room as they entered the room, Kung Lao cowering in the corner of the room, his knees tucked into his chest and his face his hands

•The healers tried to coerce him out of the corner as he sobbed, crying out whenever someone touched him

•Raiden knew exactly what was happening, whispering a sad, “Lao…”

•As soon as he heard his nickname, Kung Lao shot from his spot in the corner into Raidens arms, crying into Raidens shoulders crying for “Rai”

•Liu Kang and the healers stood there, dumbfounded. Raiden gave him a pleading look which Liu Kang responded to by asking for the healers to leave, agreeing to do the check up himself

•As Kung Lao calmed himself, Raiden led him to the cot in the middle of the room, allowing him to crawl into Raidens lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders

•Raiden began explaining everything to Liu Kang. What age regression is, how they were both regressors, how they were the only ones who knew about, and that they took care of each other.

•”Something on the mission must have really set him off. I’ve never seen him this inconsolable and…small”

•As Liu Kang processed this information, Kung Laos thumb slowly found his way to his mouth

•Raiden slowly rubbed his best friends back to comfort him. Through his remaining tears, Kung Lao told them about what he had seen on the mission, Kenshi being blinded, the soul stealers, and worst of all, the horrors of Shang Tsungs Laboratory. At least, he told them the best a distraught toddler could

•Liu Kang eventually migrated to the cot next to the pair as he listened to Kung Lao

• While out of his element, Liu Kang took the time to speak: “That must have been scary, little one. But your safe now at the Academy. Both of you .”

•Lui Kang was careful with his words, but felt at ease when Raiden gave him a smile and nod. Liu Kang reached out to put an hand on Kung Laos shoulder

•Kung Lao, looked up from Raidens shoulder, but did not move away. Instead, he let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, feeling tired

•The trio stayed like that for a while, until sniffles turned into soft snores

•Raiden laid Kung Lao on the bed, covering him with a blanket

•Raiden and Liu Kang stood and headed towards the door, Raiden speaking: “I’ll watch him for now. Thank you for your understanding Lord Liu Kang. I just ask that you do not speak of this to anyone. This is important to him. To me. We handle our stress in this way. I just…would really like to keep this between us”

•Liu Kang listened intently, then put his hand on Raidens shoulder: “This is between us, Raiden. I understand that healing comes in many different forms. And if either of you need help or to be…taken care of, I am always here to help”

•While Liu Kang now understood some things about 2 of his champions he didn’t before, he wasn’t officially their caregiver

•That changed after the defeat of Titan Shang Tsung

•A knock on his personal quarters alerted him at this strange hour. It couldn’t be earlier than 1 A.M. and he never got visitors this late unless something was very wrong

•He opened the door to see a distraught Kung Lao, looking extremely worried, with a similarly upset Raiden tucked under his arm, clinging on to his shirt

•Kung Lao gave him a pleading look, speaking with a strained voice: “He’s little. He dropped a little while ago and I’m close to dropping too and I thought coming here would be bes-“

•Liu Kang cut him off by lifting Raiden into his arms and on his hip, using the other arm to wrap around Kung Laos shoulders, pulling him in the room and shutting the door behind him

•Liu Kang led them to the large bed, resting all of them in the headboard. He murmured words soft words of comfort to both of the sniffling Littles. He would figure out what upset them so much later. Right now, calming them down was his priority.

•Liu Kang had one Little tucked under each arm, softly rubbing there backs as their breathing slowed. His words were soft: “It’s ok now, sweet things. You have nothing to worry about anymore. Your safe here.”

•It wasn’t until Raiden softly murmured “Dada” that something shifted in Liu Kang. The need to protect was lit, and he felt prepared to do what he needed to in order to ensure their comfort and safety. They had entrusted him with something so precious and special and fragile. They put there most vulnerable selves in his hands. And he was damn sure gonna see to it that they knew and felt that love and care

•After that, coming to Liu Kang felt natural. It was a safe space for Kung Lao and Raiden. Eventually, Liu Kang adopted the names ‘Daddy’ and ‘Dada’. Their little gear had migrated to his room. That was when they all knew and felt that not only was Liu Kang A caregiver but THEIR caregiver

The actual HCs

•Raiden is easily the softer regressor of the two, easily regressing to very young

•His age range is usually between 1-3, but after particularly hard missions, it can get into the months

•Kung Laos spirited personality brings is age to about 3-6, but like Raiden, certain factors can lower that age to about 2

•Raiden usually spends most of his time regressed in Liu Kangs arms. On his hip, in his lap, and at bed time, being cradled

•Kung Lao has way too much energy for his own good, but he still loves getting cuddles from his CG, especially when he’s sleepy

•When Raiden is on the older end of his age range, he’ll be more inclined to play with Kung Lao, although he rarely is able to keep up

•Kung Lao loves his toy ninjas and his dinosaurs. He doesn’t like sharing with Raiden (which, to be fair, is because the toys usually end up in Raidens mouth) but Lui Kang always tells him too

•Raidens age usually make it hard for him to speak properly. The most he says is usually Dada, Baba and Lao (even though it sounds more like Ow)

•Kung Laos hat and Raidens amulet are put away AT ALL TIMES while regressed

•After many accidents, Raiden was out in diapers and Kung Lao (sometimes) where’s pull ups - he was not happy about it

•What most don’t know is that the back of Liu Kangs quarters lead to a secret entrance to the gardens. During times when nobody is supposed to be there, he’ll let his Littles play

•Kung Lao loves running around and trying to catch the butterflies

•Raiden mostly sits on his blanket and giggles when the butterflies land on his face

•These are Liu Kangs favorite moments

•After a year of taking care of his boys, he got them gifts

•Raiden got a special pacifier, a couple onesies, some wooden blocks and a story book

•Kung Lao got a pair of overalls, some shorts, a couple of awesome shirts, a Johnny Cage doll (please don’t tell Johnny) and new net to catch butterflies

•Liu Kang also put a pacifier in there for him but he doesn’t want to talk about it

•Bed time is gentle. The boys get baths, one after another. Usually Raiden gets his bath and bedtime story while Kung Laos playing one last time before bed

•Raidens bath is soft and sweet. He only lightly splashes around, giggling softly. He’ll hold the bath toys up to Liu Kang, wait for him to tell him what it is, and pick up another

•Raiden has a special bath time pacifier that wraps around his neck like a lanyard. Liu Kang has lost too many pacifiers without it

•Raidens eyes usually start to grow heavy while Liu Kang is rinsing his hair

•Once Raiden is dried and dressed, Liu Kang gives him a bottle. These moments are quiet, Raiden cradled in his arms on a rocking chair*, softly drinking the milk

•Liu Kang holds a book in one hand, softly reading to the baby. By the time the book is finished, the bottle is empty and Raidens almost asleep

•Liu Kang gently burps him and lays him down. Giving him a small forehead kiss, he leaves to start Kung Laos bath

•Bath time with his older little is VERY different

•Water is splashed and bubbles are everywher

•Kung Lao loves to race his little boats with Liu Kang (he wins every time)

•Kung Lao is much more fussy about letting Liu Kang clean him, trying to dodge the wash cloth (he loses every time)

•Eventually, like Raiden, Kung Lao is too tired to put up much of a fuss, allowing Liu Kang to quickly finish up the bath and get him dried and clothed

•Typically, Kung Lao likes his story directly from his bed, though he does like to be tucked under Liu Kangs arm

•Kung Lao ask a lot of questions during the story, which Liu Kang happily answers

•As he slowly falls asleep, Liu Kangs rubs his back softly with his free hand. At the end of the story, Kung Lao is softly snoring and Liu Kang gives him a small forehead kiss

•As Liu Kang rises from the bed, he looks at his two babies a smiles softly

•The peace he has created in this room is just as meaningful as peace that has been created anywhere else in the realms

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