#& then we'll laugh about how miserable we once were

[pardonmydelays]

#so many thoughts in my head about running out of time

#being close to my 30s

#wasting my time on nonsense instead of getting my shit together

#following my heart & making my decision of how i want to spend my time on this earth

I don't know if you're quoting some of the songs/a song or if this is you personally ranting, but, regardless, I feel the first three. HARD. I just turned 30 last month. I went to my brother friend's wedding (we three are only one year apart) last night and I felt so fucking insecure about where I am in life compared to my brother's friends, including the one who got married. I was so insecure to the point of wanting to not be alive. I had a glass of champagne and two Modelo cans. I hate the taste of beer...! All of them are already married and some were even talking about wanting to have kids soon.

And then there's me:

30

Still live at home

Not making a livable wage to move out (I think $19/hr. can be livable with a roommate (at least where I live)... Anyways, I work full-time, but in retail, the hours are inconsistent. I just need a 9-5 job with weekends and holidays off!)

Single 💔

I don't mind too much about being single, actually, but still living at home considering my age is what continues to fuck me up, and last night honestly triggered my depression and anxiety. I'm trying to be optimistic and remind myself that everyone's path to success (I guess is the right phrase) is different and that my time will eventually come. And once that time comes (dream job, first apartment, be in a relationship, etc.), I will be proud of myself for not giving up and ending my life. I will be truly happy.

BUT WHEN WILL THAT TIME COME?!?!

I apologize for the depressive ask. I just needed to let this out, and I felt that you were the best person to vent this too. I still have a sliver of hope that things will get better for me, but I'm not overly optimistic about the thought anymore. On the bright side, my master's degree certificate will be coming in the mail soon! So.. there's something to be excited about. 👍🏼

i wasn't really quoting anything here, it was just me & my thoughts... i'm sorry that you can relate to this tho...

i, on the other hand, can relate to your story. most of my friends, my age or even younger, are married, have kids or at least jobs they love. & then there's me: the most miserable person that you can imagine, just another awkward introverted isolated waste of space 🙂 (this time i am quoting dave malloy lol not important)

i would love to tell you that there's time for everything & you don't have to be exactly where other people around you are (whether they're your age or younger), it's perfectly fine to do all of that later in your life & it doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. i understand the feeling tho. i'm struggling with pretty much everything too & even tho i was really happy single for such a long time now i'm actually thinking that it would be so nice to meet somebody... but where. i can't even trust people with my feelings, i'm broken. life's a mess. i hate it here. i'll die alone i guess.

i'm glad at least you have something to be excited about. there's always something to be excited about, to be honest. even small things. let's focus on that while we can. let's not be sad tonight. it will get better, i promise.

[babymetaldoll]

The annual BAU Halloween Costume Competition (Spencer Reid x fem!Bau reader)

Summary: Spencer wants to win a costume competition, but wins your heart instead.  Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: Other than cursing? extreme fluff.  A/N: Happy Halloreid and Gublerween everyone!! and if you celebrate it, happy Ieroween as well!  Masterlist

No one could ever say Penelope Garcia threw lousy Halloween parties. They were always fun, with the best food and theme. Over the years, she had organized incredible celebrations for the entire BAU family. It was her moment to shine. Decorations were always spot on, the altar was always ready for pictures of long-lost loved ones. There were theme cocktails and food, but by far, the most important event of the night was the Halloween costume competition.

It had started as a joke during their first Halloween celebration, and over the years, it had turned into the main event of the night. Each year, Penelope made sure she had a prize for the winner of first place and a little something for second and third. In fact, she usually got something for everybody who participated in the party, 'cos that's the kind of host Garcia was.

And that year wasn't the exception.

The entire team was excited about the celebration. They needed a moment to relax after the last couple of cases they had had. Well, the entire team except for Spencer Walter Reid. Instead of looking forward to the celebration, he was freaking out trying to find the best costume to finally win the BAU Costume Competition. Why? because he was the only member of the team who had never won first place. Hell! He never even got second or third. He just got a participation price every year. And he hated it.

Halloween was Spencer's favorite holiday. He wasn't really into Christmas, it was too emotional and it reminded him of all the holidays he spent alone with his mother growing up, and how sometimes she wouldn't even remember it was Christmas. New Year wasn't his type of celebration 'cos he wasn't a party guy. He didn't enjoy clubbing and his definition of a fun evening included a bunch of books, herbal tea, and his couch. Not to mention Valentines. That was a miserable holiday for Reid. He never had a date that day, and the only girl he wanted to ask out was - at least according to his own words - way out of his league. So, to sum it up, Spencer's favorite holiday was Halloween and he couldn't even win a work costume competition.

He felt it was personal that year. He had to win. He had to have his moment of joy.

- "See you all guys tonight in my house!"- Garcia was beaming as she stood in front of the team that October 31st during their daily morning meeting.- "Everything is ready! We are going to have so much fun!"

- "We'll be there at seven. Savannah is very excited."- Morgan clapped his hands once and chuckled- "And you can all forget about winning this year's costume contest, 'cos me and my girl are gonna kill it."

- "I don't know, me and Will have a matching costume that could be the best one yet."- JJ smiled confidently at Morgan and Spencer frowned.

- "Do couples' costumes get more points?"- the young doctor asked, confused.

- "No, but they are fun!"- Garcia explained with a huge grin. - "Do you have your costume ready, boy wonder?"

- "Yes, and I don't mean to get cocky, but I'm sure this year you are all going to be amazed."- Reid answered with a smirk on his face.

- "No more Doctor Who then?"- Emily teased, chuckling- "You didn't knit any scarf this year."

- "My knitting skills are saved for Whovian's conventions only."- Spencer replied, making Em laugh. - "And I won't say a thing about my costume, it will be a surprise."

- "Hey, Spencer."- Garcia whispered and grabbed his sleeve as they all walked out of the briefing room, forcing him to stay behind with her.- "I was wondering if you are planning to ask (Y/N) out, or if you are going together to the party."

And Spencer's heart stopped. He opened his eyes and stared at his friend in disbelief. Not that he thought no one knew about his crush on his teammate. He just wasn't ready to deal with it just yet.

- "Ok, breathe, Reid!"- Garcia shook his arm as he nearly panicked in silence, standing in front of her. - "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but it's getting painful to watch. She likes you too!"

- "I don't... I don't feel."- Spencer tried to rearrange the words in his head, but failed. Instead, all he managed to do was frown and sigh.

- "Wow, an IQ of 187 slashed to nothing just like that. It's amazing. You hear the legends about it, but when you see it happen, it's disturbing."- Penelope did her best not to laugh at Spencer's humiliated face. His cheeks were burning as he kept trying to explain what was happening inside his brilliant brain.

- "You don't get it, I can't ask (Y/N) out! We work together! We are on the same FBI team! What if it doesn't work? What if I lose my friend all because I thought I had a shot with her? or worse! What if she doesn't like me that way, and she laughs in my face? How do I work with her after that?"

- "But how do you live with yourself now?"- Garcia whispered after Spencer's speech.- "You are alone, loving a girl in silence. That's even worse than failing. That's just being miserable."

Spencer didn't reply. He stared at Garcia in silence as she cut him a short smile and gave him a small hug.

- "I know you love Halloween, maybe tonight could be your night."

That poor man just wanted to win a simple Halloween costume contest, and now he wasn't sure he actually wanted to go to that celebration.

Spencer took his time getting ready for the party. He had picked a Beetlejuice costume that went with his crazy natural hair. He did his makeup, put on the stripped suit, combed his crazy hair, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

- "You might not get the girl tonight, but you are getting your first prize in that costume competition."- he assured himself in the mirror before leaving his bathroom, ready to go to Garcia's.

- "Reid! Wait for me!"- (Y/N) shouted as she ran to cross the street, holding her bag and wig in place. Spencer turned and stared at her, feeling the wind was knocked out of his lungs. She looked hot. Not good. Hot. Smoking hot. So hot he couldn't help but scan her outfit up and down before he even tried to speak. She was dressed as Lydia Deetz, wearing a red dress that hugged her body in all the right places.

- "Wh... wh... w... wow."- that was all he could say when she smiled at him staring at his costume.

- "I know, right?! I can't believe we are matching!! I had no idea you were coming as Beetlejuice!"

- "I... when I... I really... wow."- Spencer was glad no one could see him making a fool out of himself. Well. no one but the co-worker he loved. Yet, he knew if Morgan or Rossi saw him, it would be worse.

- "You look amazing, Spencer!"- (Y/N) smiled and rubbed his arm as he just stared at her, trying to form an intelligent sentence.

- "Thank you, so do you."- that was all he managed to say. (Y/N) continued smiling as she walked inside the building and into the elevator. Spencer just followed her in silence, trying to make his brain function again.

- "Oh my god!! You look amazing (Y/N)!"- Garcia nearly yelled as she opened the door and found her teammates in the hall. - "And! Oh, Jesus!! You are matching costumes too! This is amazing!"- Spencer smiled, awkwardly, thinking his friend was already one or two cocktails in, which meant that in about half an hour she was potentially going to start embarrassing him in front of (Y/N).

- "So you really wanted the extra point for matching costumes?"- JJ teased Spencer as he and (Y/N) walked into the apartment.

- "You said there were no extra points!"- he replied immediately, hoping no one would start teasing him right away. Because, obviously they would.

- "There are no extra points, but there is extra fun when you get back home."- Morgan teased him, holding Savannah's waist as she stood next to him.- "Is that your plan too, kids?"

- "You guys look amazing!"- (Y/N) ignored Derek's comment and smiled at them. They were dressed as Aladdin and Princess Jazmine.

- "Not really creepy, though."- Spencer added.- "And Halloween is the night to be creepy."

- "You are creepy all year long."- Morgan's snarky comment was ignored when Garcia walked over with drinks for everybody. JJ and Will were dressed as Harley Quinn and The Joker, Rossi was dressed as Dracula, Hotch was Neo, from Matrix, Emily was Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction, and Garcia was Tiffany, Chucky's girlfriend. Sergio, her cat, was walking around the apartment in a tiny Chucky costume.

If you asked Spencer, he was sure he had a chance to win the competition that year. If only he could focus on it. But with (Y/N) dressed as his character's bride, dancing with Em and JJ, he had trouble thinking clearly.

- "Ok, loverboy. How did you manage to keep it in the dark about this?"- Derek asked Spencer after an hour or so into the celebration. Reid was standing next to a table, holding a drink and staring at (Y/N) dancing, not even being subtle.

- "About what?"

- "You two are clearly together. When did that happen?"

- "What? No... we... I am... she doesn't. We aren't.... no!"- he tried to explain and failed in the process. Derek raised an eyebrow staring at him, and Reid made his best effort to explain his mind. - "We didn't plan this, it just happened. I had no idea she was gonna show up dressed as Lydia."

- "Kid, you don't have to lie anymore. I'm glad things worked your way."

- "We are not together. She doesn't... we haven't. It.. it's not gonna happen, Ever!"- Spencer wanted to storm out, but he stayed still. Instead of leaving, he turned around and looked at the table, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. Morgan walked a step closer and stood next to his friend.

- "You didn't plan this? You are not dating?"- and Reid just shook his head,- "And what are you waiting for?"

- "It's not gonna work."

- "Of course it won't. Not if you have a lousy attitude. She loves you, stop being a coward and kiss her."

- "Easy for you to say, no girl has ever rejected you."

- "Come on, kid. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. As far as I know, she likes you too. Now go there and ask her to dance."- before Spencer could argue, Morgan walked away. And the young doctor stood there, staring at the guacamole bowl, not able to move.

- "What caught your eyes?"- (Y/N)'s voice nearly gave him a heart attack. She just stood next to him with a big smile and stared at the food on the table.- "Hungry?"

- "I'm... I'm... the cheese board looks great."- he mumbled and mentally facepalmed himself for making such a stupid comment.

- "It does! Garcia has really outdone herself this year. And last year was already pretty awesome."- Spencer didn't reply, he just stared at the food, avoiding eye contact, in a desperate attempt to keep his brain working. But (Y/N) just sighed, and after a few seconds of silence, she just walked away. Reid closed his eyes and bit his lips.

- "Well done, asshole. You really know how to look like a jerk."- he argued with himself.

- "Everybody! Get together! we are gonna vote for this year's best costume!"- Penelope clapped a few times and stood in front of the group, next to the altar with pictures of their loved ones.

- "As every year, we'll choose the winner with our clap-o-meter"- which they didn't really have, but the costume with the louder reaction from the team was the winner.

- "First we have the Joker and Harley Quinn."- JJ and Will walked to the front and the entire room started clapping.

- "Then we have Aladdin and Jasmine."- Morgan held Savannah's hand and walked in front of their friends. Everybody clapped as Savannah did a little dance and Morgan rubbed a golden lamp. Spencer looked at (Y/N), she was clapping and smiling, looking as happy as ever.

- "Next one, Beetlejuice and Ly..."

- "No!"- Spencer interrupted Garcia, raising his arm.- "We didn't come together as a couple."- and as soon as he delivered those words, Spencer turned and looked at (Y/N). Her smile was long gone from her face. Instead, she stared at him in shock. She was hurt, she was embarrassed. And most of all, she was storming out of the apartment.

- "Shit!"- Spencer whispered as she quickly followed her, as all their friends stared at them in silence. They were all thinking pretty much the same: he had fucked it up and he better fixed it.

- "(Y/N) wait!"- Spencer ran after her and held her arm before she reached the stairs.-

- "No, Spencer! I'm done! I know you hate me, but you don't have to be so mean! I thought we could work together and be civil, but clearly, you don't stand me! So, please! let me go home so you can enjoy your evening at peace."

Spencer stared at her in shock. That's what he had accomplished. That she thought he hated her. And all because he didn't know how to act around her anymore.

- "(Y/N), no. I don't hate you."

- "Don't lie! You are just gonna make it worse. I know you hate me, you never talk to me, you walk away whenever I show up, and clearly, you don't wanna participate in a silly costume competition with me!"- (Y/N) pulled her arm from Spencer's hand and started walking down the stairs. But before she could go too far, Spencer held her hand and stopped her.

- "I don't hate you, I fucking love you! I have no idea how to act when you are around! I can't even speak when you are looking at me!"- he blurted out, not even thinking. (Y/N) stared at him, frowning. None of them said a word for a few seconds until she managed to whisper.

- "What?"

- "I... love... I love you."- Spencer repeated, in a softer voice. (Y/N) took a step closer and tried to read his face, looking for any sign of deceit. But there wasn't. Instead, he stared at her in adoration, waiting to see if his words had had any kind of effect on her.

- "You do?"- she asked, and Spencer blinked, nodding- "'Cos I love you too. So much."- she whispered, blushing.

- "You... do?"- Spencer nearly choked with the words. (Y/N) nodded and smiled, as the two of them fell silent one more time

- "Now kiss the girl, damn it!!"- Rossi yelled from inside the apartment, making them giggle. Spencer held (Y/N)'s hand and moved closer to her, staring right at her lips. She smiled in anticipation and nearly had a heart attack when she felt Spencer's lips on hers, kissing her so slowly, carefully, and sweetly, like she was made of crystal.

After a few seconds, they moved apart from each other and simply smiled, still in disbelief.

- "Do you... wanna go back inside?"- (Y/N) whispered, and pointed to Garcia's apartment.

- "Or... would you like to go out on a date?"- Spencer suggested, and her eyes shone in excitement.

- "A date on Halloween sounds like the best plan ever. But I thought this year you wanted to win the costume contest."

- "A date with you is the best prize ever."- Spencer replied and held her hand, leading the way downstairs. 

[uselesslexbian]

the tortured poets department sentence starters.

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

my husband is cheating. i wanna kill him.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

who's gonna hold you like me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. 'cause we're crazy.

who else is gonna know me?

i should've known it was a matter of time.

we could've played for keeps this time.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

he told me i'm better off, but i'm not.

fuck it if i can't have him.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

fuck it if i can't have us.

'cause fuck it, i was in love.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

you swore you love me, but where were the clues?

i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

i forget if this was ever fun.

no, i'm not coming to my sense.

i know he's crazy, but he's the one i want.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.

i'll tell you something about my good name - it's mine alone to disgrace.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

no, you can't come to the wedding.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

i will never lose my baby again.

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake.

they said i was a cheat. i guess it must be true.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

tell me i'm dispicable, say it's unforgivable.

am i allowed to cry?

i keep recalling things we never did.

someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.

if it's make-believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

you don't get to tell me about "sad."

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

who's afraid of little old me?

at all costs, keep your good name.

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

i'm fearsome, and i'm wretched, and i'm wrong.

you caged me, and then you called me crazy.

i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

i can fix him. no really, i can.

come close, i'll show you heaven.

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.

you said i'm the love of your life.

well, you took me to hell, too.

what we thought was for all time was momentary.

are they second-hand embarrassed that i can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?

you're the loss of my life.

i can handle my shit.

he said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short.

i can do it with a broken heart.

i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive. it's an art.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i'm sure i can pass this test.

they said, "babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and i did.

'cause i'm miserable! and nobody even knows!

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

they just ghosted you. now you know what it feels like.

i don't even want you back.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

'cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i would've died for your sins. instead i just died inside.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

i haven't come around in so long, but i'm making a comeback to where i belong.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

the crown is stained, but you're the real queen.

you're the new god we're worshipping.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

[wosoluver]

Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa Rodriguez x Physio!reader

tw: suggestive content

Misa Rodriguez Masterlist

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Moving in with her

"Hola amorcito." said misa walking into your apartment. "Having fun packing?"

"Oh yeah, love to put things in boxes and name them." you said ironically. "Can you help me with the stuff in the spare bedroom? I wanted to finish that before moving to the kitchen and living room."

"Of course. What are you doing with all the furniture?"

"Lucky most of it came with the apartment. And I'm donating everything that I won't be taking. Like the rug in my bedroom."

You two started to get to work. You had forgotten how much you had managed to fit into the little closet.

It felt weird to be moving. This apartment had been one of your first steps to becoming a 'big girl' and now here you were taking another step forward.

"A DJ controller?" she said pulling it out of the closet.

"Yeah, I failed miserably at it. So donation pile."

"You have so much stuff amor."

"I know, it's a bad habit."

"We'll make space for all your stuff, promise." you got up to press a kiss to her lips. "But please get rid of at least half of it." she said half joking.

"Aw look at this stuffed animals! What if we keep this one and give it to Miles?" you said holding up a lamb plushie.

"It's cute, he's going to destroy it."

"At least he'll have some fun. The others are going to that pile." you pointed once again to the donations.

Things has started lightly, but slowly it became more serious, coming to the realization, of what sharing a life with someone would be like.

You were halfway through when Misa loudly gasped.

"Is this what I think it is?" she said, holding up a photo album.

"Yes... when I moved alway from my parents' home, I got some of my favorite childhood pictures to bring with me."

"Can I open it?" you nodded, sitting on the floor by her side.

"You were the cutest baby amor." she said flicking through the pages.

"Oh my god, this was in a park close to my house, we would beg my mom to take us there. I hated sports, so instead of playing with my brother, I'd aways go towards the flowers, to try and find ladybugs." you said showing her the picture.

"Hated sports huh?" she said, giving you a light shove. "Why ladybugs?"

"I don't know. They just fascinated me. My brother would try to take them away, to piss me off. We would fight over it every time."

"So you were a protector before you were a healer." she said with an enchanting smile plastered on her face.

"Well, they were too precious to be hurt."

"That's exactly how I feel about you."

You looked into her eyes lovingly. This woman would be the death of you.

She kissed you deeply and as things became more heated, you straddled her, needing to feel more.

She straightened one of her legs, and accidentally knocked over some boxes.

"Fuck" she said under her breath.

"Ignore it. Please." you whispered hoping to just keep going and mind the mess later.

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"At least now you've properly said goodbye to this place." she said fixing herself up, so you two could continue the packing.

You laughed and hit her arm. "You're unbelievable."

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

Omg can you please make another of Daddy's Girl with Y/n being sick and Jake or Tonowari being the best daddy to us. Us being such a daddy’s girl while sick. I’m currently sick and craving for more one shots like this one. Please

Daddy's Girl P.II-Dad!Jake Sully

A bacteria breakout was going around the camp and so far, your brothers had it and now it had been passed off to you, and you had it the worse out of everyone. After Mo'at looked at you, your parents had taken you to go get looked at by Max and Norm in between your numerous puking incidents on the way there, and once they looked at you, they determined that you should be quarantined at the lab away from everyone. 

"No! No!" You said ripping off the wires that we're attached to you. 

"Babygirl, calm down and look at me." Your dad said wrapping his arms around you trying to calm you down as your mom looked at your sympathetically.

"I don't want to be here alone. Please don't leave me here." You said through your tears.

"Who said you were gonna be alone? Hmm? You should know the second they mentioned you staying here I was gonna find some way to stay here with you." He said rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

"Now you need to quarantine so you can get better and that's done better here because Norm and Max both know how to care for you. I want no I actually need my best friend to get better, don't you wanna get better?" He asked you. 

"I do." You said breaking out into a coughing fit.

"Your dad is right ma y/n, we need you to get better. We miss you at home and plus me and your siblings are going to come visit you every day while you're here and I can bring some of your favorite things from home to your room so you can be comfortable, would like that my y/n?" She asked running a hand through your hair. 

I would like that a lot mama." You said nuzzling into her touch making your parents smile.

Your mom left and went to go get you some stuff while you and your dad were showed to a room where max and norm agreed that he could stay with you. They also gave you some medicine to help start fighting off the bacteria, which made you sleepy, you barely remember your mom and brother showing up before you were out. 

"You need anything ma Jake?" Your mom asked after placing a kiss on your forehead.

"No I think I'm good. Are you gonna be okay with all of them by yourself?" He asked her making her laugh.

"I think I'll manage. Just worry about getting a daughter back to normal, we'll stop by in the morning to check on you." She said as they shared a kiss.

For the next few days you were practically glued to your dad, seeking comfort in his arms which made him smile. On the fourth day you were showing major improvement which made your dad happy to see you back to your almost normal self. He had stepped out to talk to one of the clan members about the health of the clan and when he came back, you handed him a piece of artwork.

"What's this for babygirl?" He asked looking at you.

"A little thank you for taking such good care of me the past three weeks." You said wrapping your arms around him.

"Come here babygirl." He said picking you up and holding you in his arms.

"You don't have to thank me for anything I was more than happy to take care of you my best friend, I would've been absolutely miserable not being here with you." He said.

"I love you daddy." You said.

"I love you more babygirl." He said pressing a kiss on your forehead.

[lynette-m-roses]

A Little Fun In The Night

Masterlist

The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

[seramilla]

A thought for the Emily in Hell AU: Emily experiencing her first ever molt.

She’s used to the idea, at least on someone else. Vaggie used to molt shortly after Extermination Day, and once she trusted Emily enough into their relationship she would let her help with her wings. Emily’s never experienced it herself, though, what with being a seraphim in Heaven and all that. Hell changes the game, of course.

Cue an absolutely twitchy, itchy Emily getting sat down by Vaggie and Charlie to help her with her wings molting because Vaggie knows exactly how uncomfortable that is and Charlie used to help her dad with it all the time.

(Bonus: Lucifer sneaking pics on his phone of an absolutely messy, grumpy looking Emily at the start of the preening session and sending it to Sera.)

The itchiness and inability to scratch her own back is driving Emily absolutely bonkers. She'd heard from other angels her entire life that the molting process is long, miserable, and requires a certain level of trust among other angels to make it through. Emily never had to worry about that in Heaven. Seraphim are a cut above the rest; made perfectly in the Lord's image. But when Emily had chosen to remain in Heaven, and then Fallen, the entire game changed.

Emily's nervous about asking anyone for help. Especially Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie especially has been so kind to her...so selfless, inviting both her and Vaggie into her home, and loving them both with her entire being. She doesn't want to impose when Charlie and Vaggie are so busy. They are both working hard at the hotel, and Emily hasn't quite found her place yet. She interacts with the patrons quite a bit these days, but that's become more difficult with her recent discomfort.

"You okay, Em?" Charlie asks one evening when they're all lounging in the lobby, watching television while the other patrons are out. Emily tries so hard not to scratch, but she inadvertently rubs her back against the couch for relief, without even thinking about it. Vaggie, on the other hand, gives her a kind of...knowing look. Like she's figured it out.

"I know that face. Are you molting? That's never happened before. Is it uncomfortable?"

"Umm...yes," Emily finally admits, twitching a little as she gets a tingle down her spine from her wings moving. "Just a day or two. I picked out the feathers that were bothering me that I could reach, but...aaaggghhhh, Vaggie, help me!! It's so itchy!!"

"Of course, babe. Come here. Sit on the floor in front of me."

Emily sits on the floor at Vaggie's feet. She takes off her uniform top, the one that Charlie had provided for her when she started helping at the hotel, but leaves her tank top on underneath. Charlie gasps and says, "The skin there is so red!! Is that normal?! Does that hurt you, Em?!"

"It's just 'cause she's been scratching," Vaggie explains, moving Emily's hair out of the way to get a better look. "Her feathers are a lot thicker than mine, and she's got a LOT more of 'em. No wonder you've been so itchy! They're all crowded in there."

Turning to Charlie, Vaggie asks, "Will you take that side while I take this one? It'll be easier if we tag-team this."

Charlie gets this determined look on her face. She pumps her fist in the air, showing that indomitable spirit that she has, always wanting to be helpful to others. Especially her wonderful, gorgeous girlfriends.

"Yes! We'll do this together. Let's pluck this bitch!"

"Uh, yeah!" Vaggie says, laughing hysterically. "That's one way of putting it, hon!"

It takes a while, but Emily quickly loses herself in the feeling of her girlfriends gently plucking out loose feathers. Especially around her upper back and shoulder blades, where she can't reach at all. Vaggie tells her some of her pinfeathers are coming through, but not all of them are ready to be opened yet. She says they'll keep an eye on them and help deal with them later.

After about an hour, Emily has almost fallen asleep sitting there. When Charlie shouts, "All done!" Emily lets out a huge sigh of relief. She falls back into Vaggie's thighs, her head turning to rest near Vaggie's knee. She looks up at her girlfriends, happy, and says, "Thank you so much. I love you guys."

"We love you, too, hon," Vaggie says, patting her head. Charlie beams, leaning down to give Emily a little peck on the tip of her nose. Emily giggles. She closes her eyes, thinking she could likely fall asleep there, just resting on Vaggie's legs.

Suddenly, the very not-so-quiet sound of a click resonates from the other side of the room. All three women look off to the far left, toward the doorway leading into the kitchen. Lucifer is standing there, cell phone in hand, the residual flash of the camera on his phone still shining in their vision.

He fumbles with the phone, and then with his cane, trying to play it cool.

"So--Sorry, girls!" he says, holding his phone and cane behind his back, shuffling his way awkwardly toward the stairs. "Don't mind me! I was just, uhh...on my way to the...to the...yeah."

"Dad!!" Charlie shrieks, face blushing red like a cherry tomato. She climbs over the back of the couch toward him. "Did you take our picture?! Hey, no, get back here!! Give me that phone!!"

Realizing he's been caught, Lucifer rushes toward the stairs, leaping over another chair as Charlie tries to grab him around his tiny waist. He slips through her hands easily, chuckling to himself along the way.

"Sorry, sweetie! No can doo-hoo-hoo!"

"Dad, I swear to your dad that if you don't give me that fucking phone, I'm gonna...!!"

Lucifer cackles, making another swift turn toward the staircase, and Charlie's shoes screech along the floor as she comes to a halt at the foot of it. She books it up the stairs after him, horns peaking through her forehead and tail thrashing in frustration behind her.

"Be right back!" she shouts down sweetly to Emily and Vaggie, before growling and running after her father. The two angels on the couch look at where she disappears over the banister, and then at each other. Suddenly, they roll over laughing, not realizing until now exactly how accurate his nickname of "crooked serpent" really is.

"She's not gonna get that phone back," Vaggie says, sighing in defeat.

"Yeaaaah," Emily says. "That's okay, though. Maybe he can send it to Sera. Let her know we're doing okay."

"That would be nice," Vaggie says. She leans over to give Emily a kiss. Emily beams. Both girls settle back into the couch to finish their movie, while obvious sounds of thumping and crashing reach their ears from upstairs. It's going to be a long night for Charlie.

[darkacademicvibes]

We Think Similar Thoughts

Part three

Lonely!Fem!Reader x Lonely!Remus

"The fuck did you just ask her?"

You glance nervously at James, and James shakes his head, unsure how to help as Remus steps in front of you. Sirius continues to speak, "I swear to merlin, if you ever think about asking her out again before you pull your head out of your arse and stop using girls for your own personal amusement-" Remus places a hand on Sirius' shoulder and gently pulls him away, clearly angry. "Dont touch her, don't talk to her, or we'll find you, and we will make your life miserable" Remus threatens quietly. Peter wraps an arm around your shoulders and turns away, the other three boys following after you two.

Remus wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you subtly out from under Peters arm as James laughs, pulling Sirius into a headlock as they walk, which Sirius wrestles out of easily.

"Merlin Pads, I don't think I've ever seen you so defensive since I told you I might fancy Reg" James teases, and Sirius rolls his eyes, cringing, "that's my baby brother, Prongs, I'm still not over it" he quips.

"Thank you, Sirius, I know we aren't that close-" you begin, and Sirius waves off your words easily. "Don't be ridiculous, you were there for Remus. You also told me to get my head out of my arse, and managed to make me listen" Sirius jokes. "You're family now" he tells you, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. James, Peter, and Remus share a look, surprised by his sudden acceptance. "Besides, you remind me of Pete's little sister" he hums, and everything clicks into place.

You smile softly, "little sister?" You ask, and Peter pulls a picture out of his notebook, handing it over. It's a picture of him, clearly from this summer, with a young girl. She also has y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, but she still looks so unlike you. "She likes the rain as well, and we can never get her to put down her books, and she hates puzzles but never gives up once she's started" Peter informs you, clearly spotting the slight confusion on your face as you all walk.

You begin to understand, "I see, she's very cute, how old is she?" He grins, taking the photo back. "She's five tomorrow, I'm going to see her and my family at Hogsmeade" he tells you.

You talk of his family for a while more before the both of you are dragged into seperate conversations, Peter with James and Sirius, and you with Remus, mostly about your plans for the Christmas holidays coming up. You don't have any.

☕︎︎

You'd left Remus alone for two hours, an hour and forty minutes at most, and he managed to land himself, Lucius Malfoy, and Corey in the infirmary. You walk in, clearly fustrated, and make your way over to Remus.

"For merlins sake, Remus, I ask you to keep yourself out of trouble while I study for our N.E.W.Ts, and you end up in the hospital wing! What part of 'out of trouble' did you have difficulty understanding, exactly?" You scold, and Remus flashes you a guilty smile. "He was talking about you, they both were, I wasn't gonna let anyone talk about my friend like that" he admits softly, his uninjured arm reaching up to scratch under his eye lightly.

You sigh heavily, "This is the second time today we've been to the hospital wing" you state, still slightly annoyed. "Both times because of me, and I won't stand for it, I can take perfectly good care of myself, and I couldn't give less of a care about what mindless fools say about me" you tell Remus, crossing your arms as you sit beside him.

"Next time you end up here because you got into a fight before exams, I will continue studying, I hope you know that" you hum, and Remus laughs, tossing his uninjured arm around your shoulders. "I do, thanks for checking up on me, even if it was only to tell me off" he jokes. "But y'know what prongs says, 'only the great die young', right?" he teases quietly, and you roll your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, did you win at least?" you joke, and he nods proudly. Dork.

You help him up gently and he follows you to the library after you both thank Pomfret, who sends a distracted smile to Remus as you leave, muttering out a hurried "no more fights, Remus" warningly under her breath.

☕︎︎

Mock exams, of course it has to be the day where you're busy with practice exams that Lilly Evans bumps into you, crying her eyes out. Thankfully, you both had the Charms exam next, it was a simple timed essay, with no talking, and no cheating - obviously - but when Flitwicke saw Lilly's tear-stained cheeks, he didnt say anything about the way you reached forward to hold lilys hand as she sat at the desk in front of you.

You could feel James' eyes on you both as he sends worried glances at the girl of his dreams, trying to catch your eye to ask silently about the pretty redhead.

The moment Flitwicke dismisses everyone, James is on his way over as Lilly speaks lowly to you.

"Thank you for being so kind, I know we aren't exactly close" Lilly mumbles, wiping her her face with her long sleeves as you dig through your bag, finally finding the face wipes you have and handing them to her gently. "No, of course, you're Remus' friend" you smile softly.

She takes the wipes greatfully as James stops at her side, his hands gently tipping up her head to make her face him, "what happened Lils? Is everything okay?" He murmurs softly, his hazel eyes searching over her for any sign of injury. Lilly hiccups, "my cat died" she sniffles, and sympathy strikes at you as your hands immediately wrap around her, hugging her lightly, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"I'm sorry, Lilly, I know how awful that is" you hum, and James relaxes, gently brushing Lilly's red hair back from her face as he gently takes the wipe from her hand, cleaning her tears without smudging her eye makeup. Regulus stops by, frowning softly as he takes in Lilly, "are you alright, Evans?" He asks quietly, and Lilly nods, repeating her heartache. Regulus' eyes fill with a soft sympathy and he nods slowly.

"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that" he murmurs, smiling sadly at James and hesitating before nodding at you and continuing onwards. You watch him for a moment, the threes dynamic slowly fitting into place in your mind. Curiosity and slight amusement fill you as you wonder about how the next stages in their relationships will work out, if they'll end up together or not.

"Are you coming, y/n?" James hums, and it yanks you back to reality. You nod, hurrying after the two, wrapping your arm around Lillys shoulders as you walk, James' hand gently rubbing up and down her back as she sniffles softly, explaining her cat and how wonderful he was.

☕︎︎

You practically sprint to the room of requirement after dinner. Things have been rushing so quickly and the days seemed so much shorter, and you felt so thrown off.

I need a place where everything is slower.

The door appears and you make your way in, immediately heading right towards the very back of the huge room, a library, tearoom, music room, and living room all combined into one. The grand piano is tucked away between two of the large bookshelves, and a few small tables littered with kettles, and sugar, and cream, and cups with saucers are hidden few and far between the shelves as well. You reach the back of the room and fall onto one of the couches, a few chairs and couches all huddle around the large fireplace, the soft, antique, red persian rug laid across the floor, warmed by the fires heat.

You sit up and look towards the small rack in the corner of the room, mostly hidden away, with changes of clothes. You make your way towards it and look through the items, deciding to change from your uniform into comfortable leggings and a large sweater, kicking off your shoes before browsing the shelve of candles. One peculiar one catches your attention.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅

You hum and gently take it from the shelf, lighting it before you slip a book from the shelf and settle into one of the armchairs, curling up by the fire as you allow the tension in your shoulders to slowly lessen, until you've practically melted into the chair.

You're halfway through the book and the candle when you hear the door open, a soft voice calling for you from the entrance. "Y/n? Are you in here?" James sounds exhausted, and a shuffle of footsteps make you lift your head, "back here, James" you call quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace as the sunset shines through the windows, the golden light highlighting the small dust specks in the air as the fire sends a darker light around the couches, warmth blooming through your bones as you stretch for the first time in hours.

Remus and James round the bookshelf and pause, "it's so weird seeing the sunset at one in the morning" James mumbles sleepily, wearing his pajamas. Remus gazes softly around the room. "It's nice" Remus murmurs, moving over to lean on the back of your armchair, gently slipping his fingers through your hair soothingly. "You're so tense" he hums and James watches Remus, clearly judging, "liar" James huffs, collapsing onto the couch and tugging a blanket over him.

"Classes are canceled, started storming, a few classrooms in the dungeons are flooded and there isn't enough room for the potions students anywhere else, not for them to study safely, said there was a ghoul in the abandoned corridor" James mutters, closing his eyes as he tosses his glasses onto the coffee table.

Remus gently combs his fingers through your hair, his thumbs gently slipping down the back of your neck. "You alright dove? You been hiding away since dinner, I was worried" he hums, and you nod, quietly admitting how things have seemed lately. Rushed, busy, and torn to bits, sometimes you felt unsure of what day it was.

By the time the sun sets in the room, Sirius and Peter have joined you, brining along Lilly who easily slips into a comfortable chair with her book, and a cup of tea.

The room is now lit by oil lamps like the ones in your grandparents home, and the letter Sirius said came for you when he dropped onto the floor by the fireplace is now beside james' glasses as he sleeps peacefully, occasionally sniffling in his sleep.

You finish your book, eyes filled with tears, and you meet Remus' eyes hesitantly. He moves smoothly, settling in beside you and allowing you to babble on about the book as you cry quietly, Lilly, the person who recommended it to you, sends you an apologetic smile as you flip her off half-heartedly.

You easily relax against Remus' chest, and something feels hauntingly familiar.

He smells like chocolate, and cranberries, and sandalwood. He smells exactly like the candle that had made you relax the most as you did what all candle lovers do; sniff them until you find one that provides you with the perfect type of calm you want.

You were sure, if the room of requirement could talk, it would be cackling at the way your stomach dropped at the realization. You're starting to feel things a friend shouldn't feel for a friend, and the thought of losing Remus makes you curl closer to him, which doesn't help your racing heart.

There's no winning, you suppose. But at least you can see the stars, and at least you aren't quite so lonely anymore.

[dreamcreatorsworld]

Play With Fire

Pairing: Hyunjin × Fem. reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: MDNI, spitting, kissing, fingering, finger sucking, spanking, pet names, crying, begging, unprotected sex (don't do it), breast sucking, reader has small tits and she feels insecure about it. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: You and Hyunjin were enemies. You found out you'll be roomates for this year.

You have just entered college. You go to the principal's office to take the key for your dormitory, and after getting in, you see your biggest enemy: Hyunjin. "Oh, great. The worst roommate I could ever have."

"I could say the same thing." You roll your eyes.

He rolls his eyes back, and he crosses his arms, looking you up and down. "Looks like we're stuck together this year."

"Oh, no, that's not gonna happen. I'll try to convince the principal to put me in another room."

He scoffs and shakes his head. "No, you won't. The principal knows me, and he knows I always get into trouble. You won't be able to convince him. It's too late now. You're stuck with me."

"Ugh, I can't believe this. Why do you always get into trouble?" You feel annoyed.

He smirks, clearly enjoying your annoyance. "Oh, you'd be surprised, you have no idea how many teachers and staff are scared of me. And that's how I always get what I want. But don't worry, I won't cause too much trouble while we're together. Unless you provoke me, that is."

"Me provoke you? It's usually the other way around." You cross your arms.

He raises an eyebrow and steps closer to you, invading your personal space. "Oh, is that so? I'm pretty sure I can make you do whatever I want, using the right words and the right attitude. And let's not forget, I'm physically stronger than you. So you'd better watch your mouth, sweetheart."

"What? You're gonna hit me?" This is so funny. He thinks you're scared of him.

He chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. "Not just hit you. I can do much worse than that. I can make your life hell if I want to. So I suggest you keep that smart mouth of yours shut and be a good little girl. I won't hesitate to discipline you if you step out of line. Got it?"

"Whatever." You roll your eyes. "Just leave me alone. Even if we're roommates doesn't mean we have to talk."

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms again. He seems unfazed by your attitude. "Fine by me. I don't need to talk to you. I just wanted to give you a warning, that's all. And just so you know, I'm above resorting to physical force of you don't listen to me. So keep that in mind, sweetheart." He smirks, his eyes locked on yours.

"Stop calling me sweetheart, jerk!" You've been in this room for only five minutes, and he's already acting like a jerk. You can't believe you'll have to spend a year with him.

He laughs, clearly enjoying your irritation. "Oh, I'll stop calling you sweetheart when you'll stop being so damn annoying. But I can't promise you I won't call you other things, sweetheart. After all, I know how to push all your buttons. You're just too easy to rile up." He grins and steps closer again, now standing directly in front of you.

"We'll see that." You say, raising your head so you can look at him in the eyes.

He looks down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He's much taller than you, towering over you. "See? That's the spirit. You're feisty, I like that. But remember, I'm the one in charge here. So don't forget your place. I can make your life miserable if I want to." He says it with a cocky smile on his face.

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna unpack my things now, so... bye, I guess." You take your luggage and enter in your room, shutting the door, making a loud sound.

He watches you go in your room, satisfied with a smile on his face. Once you close the door, he walks over and leans against it.

You open the door. "What do you want now?"

He grins, seeing that you came back out. "I just wanted to check on my new roommate. Make sure she's settling in nicely." He says with a sarcastic tone, leaning against the doorframe.

"Haha, very funny." You say, with a sarcastic tone.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your sarcastic attitude. "I'm not trying to be funny. I'm just stating the obvious. You're stuck with me for this year, whether you like it or not. And trust me, I can be a pain in the ass if I state to be. So get used to it." He says, walking away from the doorframe and entering your room, uninvited.

"You're already a pain on the ass. Now get out of my room." You try to push him out, but it's useless. You're too weak.

He laughs as you try to push him out. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I just want to have a chat with you. There's no need to get so defensive." He sits down on your bed, making himself comfortable.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about? Your 20th girlfriend?"

He smirks, clearly amused by your question. "Oh, I have a lot to talk about, sweetheart. But let's start with my 20th girlfriend, that's a good place to start." He leans back on your bed, looking at you with a cocky grin.

"I was being sarcastic, in case you didn't notice. Can you get out now?"

He feigns surprise, putting his hand on his chest. "Oh, I noticed. But I just can't help it but find your sarcasm amusing. And you know what? I'm not leaving until we had a proper conversation. So sit down and shut up for a minute, will you?"

"How can we have a conversation if I have to-?" He interrupts you by pulling you by your wrist and making you sit on your bed.

He then moves closer to you, sitting next to you. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He says, his arm resting behind you.

"Well? You wanted to talk, right? Start, then. The sooner we begin, the sooner we'll end."

He chuckles, amused by your impatience. "Alright, I'll start. But you better listen carefully." He says, looking at you intently. "You know, you're quite cute when you're all angry and defensive. It makes me want to tease you even more."

You laugh. "Are you trying to flirt with me or what?"

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your reaction. "I don't know if I'd call that flirting. More like annoying you." He smirks, enjoying the fact that he's making you laugh. "But if you want to think that way, sure. I guess I am trying to flirt with you. Or maybe I'm just being annoying and trying to get a rise out of you. Who knows?"

"OK, so let me get this straight: you've been a jerk since I met you, and now you're telling me I'm cute? Are you insane?" That sounded a little rude. But it's nothing compared to all the shit he used to tell you.

He smirks, noticing your rudeness but not taking it by heart. "Maybe I am insane. But you have to admit, you do look cute when you're angry. And I'm not just saying that cause I want to annoy you." He moves even closer to you, his body now pressed against yours.

"I'm not trying to be cute."

He grins, enjoying your reaction even more. "Oh, come on, you're no fun. Are you jealous that everyone else gets to see me?" He says, his voice lowering slightly as he looks at you with a smirk.

"Jealous? What are you talking about? You think... I like you?" You say the last sentence with a disgusted tone.

He feigns hurt, putting a hand on his chest dramatically. "Ouch, you wound me. I thought you liked my attention. I thought you were enjoying having me all for yourself." He says with a pout, trying to act like he's being sincere, but you can tell that he's just messing with you.

"Stop messing with me." You poke his forehead.

He laughs. "Oh, come on, don't be so serious. I'm just having some fun." He says, leaning down against the bed again. His hand still resting on your thigh. "You're no fun when you're all grumpy and angry, you know."

"I thought I looked cute." You say, turning around to look at him with a smirk.

He blushes slightly, not expecting you to turn around and look at him like that. He tries to hide it by pretending to be nonchalant. "Yeah, you do look cute when you're all annoyed. But that doesn't mean I like seeing you grumpy all day." He says, trying to pretend he's not been affected by your smirk.

"If you don't like to see me all grumpy, then you should stop being an asshole."

He groans, knowing that you're right. He doesn't want to admit it, but he knows you're right. "Fine, fine. I'll try to be less of an asshole. But you can't expect me to be nice all the time. It's on my nature to be a jerk." He says with a smirk, his hand moving up and down your thigh slowly.

"Stop touching me!" You hit his hand.

He laughs, enjoying your reaction even more. "Why should I stop? You're so fun to tease." He says, ignoring your request and continuing to run his hand up and down your thigh, his fingers gently tracing your skin.

You hit his hand again.

He chuckles, not even flinching this time. He grabs your wrist and pins you against the bed, trapling you underneath him. "Careful, princess. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep hitting me like that." He says, a smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

"You really think I'm scared of you?" You look at him with boredom.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your lack of fear. He leans in closer, his face only a few inches away from yours. "Oh, you should be. I could easily overpower you if I wanted to. You're cute and all, but you're not as strong as you think you are." He says with a cocky grin, his hand still holding your wrist.

"And... how are you supposed to overpower me?" You're still looking at him with boredom.

He leans even closer, his body now pressed against yours. He uses his other hand to gently brush a strand of your hair out of your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Oh, I have many ways to overpower you. But I'll save that for another time. For now, I'm enjoying having you pinned down like this." He says with a smirk, his hand slowly moving down to your waist.

His touch makes you shiver. You don't know why you're looking at his lips. They look so fucking juicy.

He notices your shiver and smirks even wider. He sees the way you're looking at his lips, and he takes it as a sign that he's getting to you. He slowly moves his face closer to yours, his lips just inches away from yours. He can feel your breath on his skin, and he lets out a soft chuckle. "Do you like what you see, princess?" He whispers, his hand moving up to your cheek.

You shake your head to wake you up. You then look at his eyes. "What are you doing?" You ask with a mad tone.

He grins at your response, finding your annoyance amusing. He doesn't move away from you, his body still pressed against yours. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm just enjoying the view. You look so cute when you're all worked up." He says, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

"Stop touching me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll spit in your face."

He laughs, not intimidated by your threat. He leans in even closer, his face just inches away from yours again. "Oh, you're threatening me now? How cute." He says, a smirk on his face. He seems amused by your stubbornness. "But I don't think you have the guts to spit on my face." He says, his hand moving from your cheek to your neck, gently gripping it.

You did it. You didn't think twice. You spat on his face, and he got off you. You laughed at him.

He was not expecting you to actually spit on his face. He wipes the spot off with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance. "You... you really just spat on my face!" He said, his voice full of desbielief. "That's it. You're asking for it now." He says, standing up and towering over you, his eyes narrowing.

You just couldn't stop laughing. "Awww... you're so cute."

He rolls his eyes, his annoyance growing even more. "Cute? Cute?! You just spat on me, and now you're calling me cute?" He says, his voice rising slightly. He is trying to stay calm, but he is clearly irritated by your reaction.

"Yeah. You're cute when you pretend to have power on me." You laugh again.

He clenches his jaw, trying to control his anger. But your laughter is only making him more frustrated. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes burning with a mix of annoyance and something else you can't quite place. "Pretend? I'm not pretending. I am the one in control here. I could easily overpower you if I wanted to." He says, his voice low and dangerous.

"Then, why don't you do it?" You say with a smile on your face.

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing even more. He hates that you're not taking him seriously, that you're not afraid of him. "You think I won't? You're just asking for it." He says, taking another step closer to you, now standing directly in front of you. He towers over you, his body practically trapping you against the bed.

"Getting closer to me won't make you more powerful." You're really enjoying the sight of him annoyed.

He grits his teeth, clearly struggling to control his anger. He can see the amusement in your eyes, and it only fuels his frustration. He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" He says, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

"Now you know how I feel." You feel relieved after giving him what he deserves.

He lets out a scoff, still holding your chin. He looks down at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're enjoying making me angry." He says, his voice full of irritation.

"Yes, I do. I really enjoy seeing you trying to control your anger, but you're clearly failing." Your smile widens even more.

He grits his teeth again, trying to maintain his composure. But your smile and your refusal to take him seriously is making it increasingly difficult for him. "I'm not failing, I'm just..." He stops himself, realizing that he is actually starting to lose his cool. He lets go off your chin, taking a step back. "You're really pissing me off, you know that?"

"I tried to get you out of my room, but you insisted on having a conversation. So this is what you get." You said proudly.

He glares at you, his annoyance growing even more. He can't believe you're being so defiant and stubborn. "Oh, so now you're trying to act all innocent? You spit on me, and then you say you tried to get me out of your room?" He says, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"Whatever. Can you go out now?"

He hesitates for a moment, still clearly annoyed with you. But he sees that you're starting to get impatient, so he decides to comply. "Fine. I'll go, but don't think this conversation is over. We'll continue this later." He says, turning to leave the room.

A few hours passed. It was 3:30 pm now. You go out of your room to eat something.

Hyunjin was in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He heard the door open and close and looked up to see you coming out of your room. He couldn't help but notice how relaxed you looked compared to earlier.

He watched you as you made your way to the kitchen, his gaze following you intently.

He found your actions quite odd, considering what happened between you two before. He couldn't help but feel ignored by your behavior.

He got up from the couch and slowly made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps soft against the floor.

You put a cake in the microwave. It was almost ready. You were begging for it to finish before Hyunjin arrived.

Hyunjin leads against the wall outside the kitchen, his eyes still fixed on you. He could see the tension in your body as you anxiously waited for the cake to finish baking. He chuckled softly, amused by your desperation. "You're making it look like you're about to explode. What are you even making?"

"A cake." You respond with a calm tone.

He raised an eyebrow at your calm response, he was expecting you to be more nervous or defensive after your earlier interaction. "A cake, huh? Is that why you're making such a big deal out of it? It's just a cake." He says, taking a few steps closer to you.

You take a deep breath. "Why can't you leave me alone, Hyunjin? It's not like you have to come with me every time I get out of my room."

He stops in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks down at you, his expression slightly annoyed but somewhat amused. "Oh, I don't have to? You think I'm bothering you?" He says sarcastically. "You're the one who stormed out of your room and started avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you. It's just..." You don't know what to say. At that moment, you heard the microwave beep, so you took out the cake.

He watches you as you take out the cake, and he watches closely while you cut it. He takes a step closer, now standing behind you. "Oh, really? So you're just ignoring me for no reason, then?" He says, his voice low and close to your ear.

"I thought we said we wouldn't talk to each other."

He leans in even closer, his body now pressed against your back. He reaches out and takes a piece of the cake, eating it slowly. "And yet, here we are. We're talking." He says, his tone casual but still with a hint of amusement. He watches as you plate the cake.

"Do we really need to have this conversation while I have a knife in my hand?"

"Oh, feisty. Are you gonna threaten me with a knife now?" He takes another bite of the cake, his eyes still fixed on you.

You take another deep breath. "Just leave me alone, please."

He can see that you're getting frustrated, and it only makes him more intrigued. He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you two even more. "And why should I do that? You're the one who started this little dance of avoidance." He says, a hint of irritation in his voice. He reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, holding your hand with the knife in it.

You let go the knife, and you turn to look at him. "Hyunjin..."

His grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. "Yes? What is it?" He asks, his tone still somewhat irritated, but now there's a hint of curiosity mixed in.

"Why do you keep trying to talk to me? Aren't we enemies since we first met?" You're confused. You don't understand what he wants from you.

He lets go off your wrist and crosses his arms again, his expression growing serious. He looks you up and down, as if contemplating his words before speaking. "Enemies? That's a bit harsh, don't you think? I wouldn't say we're enemies." He paused for a moment, his gaze meeting yours. "I just... I find it difficult to stay away from you, that's all."

"Why?" His words confuse you even more.

He sighs, his irritation fading slightly. He runs a hand through his hair, looking almost frustrated with himself. "Because you're... different. You're not like anyone I've ever met before. You're stubborn and strong-willed, and... I don't know, intriguing. I can't explain it." He admits, his voice softer than before.

"Hyunjin... do you... like me?" You asked, still confused.

His eyes widen slightly at your question, and he looks away, avoiding your gaze. He's silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. "I... I don't know. I don't think I can say I like you, exactly. But there's something about you that's... intriguing, yes. I found myself drawn to you in some way." He says, still avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that because I like you. But if you don't like me, it can't work." This time, you're not confused. You're sure of what you're saying. That's why you said it with a very calm tone. You feel like you have nothing to hide. It's true, Hyunjin was a jerk with you, but you have fun when you tease each other. You always knew that there was something between you two that was... special.

He looks at you, his expression caught between surprise and disbelief. He didn't expect you to say that. His heart skips a beat, and he feels a rush of conflicting emotions. "You... you like me?" He asks, his voice softer than before. He tries to keep his composure, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Uhm... yeah. Why shouldn't I?" You smiled at him. Your heartbeat is increasing its speed.

He stares at you, his eyes scanning your face. He can see the smile on your lips, and it makes his heart race even faster. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "I... I don't know. I just didn't expected you to feel that way about me." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Hyunjin..." You cup his cheeks with your hands. "Kiss me."

He's caught off guard by your sudden request, but he doesn't resist. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. "Are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He gently grabs your wrists, his fingers gently carressing your skin.

You didn't even respond to his question. You kissed him.

He lets out a soft gasp against your skin as you kiss him. He returns the kiss eagerly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He kisses you with a mix of surprise and desire, his hands roaming over your body.

Damn, he's so tall. And you were right: his lips are juicy.

He chuckles softly against your lips, noticing your struggle to reach him. He leans down slightly, making it easier for you to kiss him. He pulls you even closer, his hands now roaming over your hips and your lower back, his touch firm but gentle. "You're a bit short, aren't you?" He teases, his voice low and husky.

"You'll never stop teasing me, will you?" You say, looking at him with a smile on your face.

He grints back at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Probabily not. It's funny to see you getting all flustered." He says, pulling you even tighter against him, his arms now wrapped around your waist. He looks down at you, his gaze roaming over your face and body.

You blush, he never looked at you like that.

He notices your blush and can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. He loved seeing you blush, and the sight of your flushed cheeks only fuels his desire on you. "You're so cute when you blush like that." He says, his voice a low murmur. He lifts his hand to gently move a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"I'm sorry for spitting in your face." Actually, you think it was funny, but you feel like you need to apologize.

He laughs, a genuine laugh this time. He's not offended at all. In fact, it's just a funny memory to him now. "Oh, that? Don't worry about it. I deserved it, really." He says, still smiling. He lifts his other hand and gently pokes your forehead. "You really have a way with your words, you know that?"

You smile in response and you give him a kiss on the nose.

A small blush creeping onto his cheeks. He doesn't expect you to be so affectionate, but he likes it. He takes a moment to just admire your smile, his gaze lingering on your face. "You're quite the tease, you know that?" He says, his voice still soft and low.

"Yeah, but it's your fault. As always." You can't stop smiling at him. He's just... Hyunjin. And that's enough to make you smile.

He chuckles again, his eyes narrowing slightly in mock annoyance. "My fault, huh? You make it sound like it's all my doing." He says, pulling you even closer against him, his hands now resting on your hips. He looks down at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I just bring out the best in you."

"I'd be happy to see you trying."

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, really? You want me to try and bring out your best behavior?" He says, his hand slowly trailing up your sides, his touch light, and teasing.

"Maybe..." You bite your lower lip.

He hums in response, his fingers now tracing patterns on your skin. He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "You're gonna have to be a good girl, then, if you want me to try." He whispers, his voice low and seductive.

You love it when he calls you with pet names.

He notices your reaction and chuckles softly, enjoying the way you react to his words. "You like it when I call you that, don't you? Calling you 'good girl' has you all flustered." He says, his lips now trailing over your neck, his kisses feather-light and teasing.

You moan in response. His touch makes you shiver.

He grins against your skin as he hears you moan. He knows he's got you under his spell now, and he loves it. He nips at your neck gently, his teeth scrapping against your skin. "God, you're so easy to tease. You're so sensitive."

He teases, his fingers now tracing circles on your waist. "You sure you can handle it, sweetheart?"

"I could ask you the same question." You love to challenge him.

He laughs, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're really testing my patience, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough. He pulls you even closer, his body pressed against yours now. "But I like it when you challenge me. Makes things more fun."

"Wanna continue this conversation in bed?"

His eyes darken as you suggest that, and he grins. "Are you asking me to take this to the bedroom? He says, his hands moving to your hips, his fingers gripping your skin lightly.

You blush. Maybe you didn't have to ask him something like that. "Maybe it's too early to do that..."

He chuckles again, noticing your blush and the hint of regret in your voice. "No, no, it's not too early. I just like teasing you." He says, his tone playful and slightly smug. He takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your body before he speaks again. "But I won't lie, the idea of taking this to the bedroom does sound appealing."

"So, what are we waiting for?" You pull him by his wrist, but he doesn't move. "What's wrong?"

He raises an eyebrow at your sudden tug on his wrist, but he doesn't resist. He lets you pull him towards the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nothing's wrong, I just want to take my time with you. I want to savor this." He says, his voice low and seductive as he sits down on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

"What-what are you thinking of?" You're a bit nervous.

He looks at you, his eyes roaming over your face, noticing your nervousness. He smiles gently, his fingers tracing circles on your thighs. "Just thinking about all the things I want to do to you. I want to make you feel good." He says, his voice low and suggestive. He pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed together.

"I'll take everything you give me" You really want to do this.

He grins, pleased with your response. He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. "You're so eager. I like that." He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, nibbling and kissing at your skin. His hands move up your sides, slowly sliding under your shirt.

His hands are cold on your hot skin. You love the feeling.

He notices the shiver that runs through you as his hands touch your skin, and he smirks against your neck. He continues to nip and kiss your neck, his hands slowly moving up your chest. "You're so sensitive. It's adorable." He says, his voice low and amusing.

"Take it off..." You were referring to your shirt. You want him to suck your breasts.

He grins at your request, his eyes flickering down to your chest. He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off of you, revealing your bare skin to him. "So impatient."

He says, his voice laced with desire as he looks at you. He leans down and starts kissing your collarbone, his lips moving lower and lower until he reaches your chest.

A moan escapes your lips when you feel his tongue licking your left nipple.

He smiles against your skin as he hears your moan, his tongue continuing to tease your nipple, licking and sucking gently. His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place. "You sound so pretty when you make those noises." He says, his voice a low grow.

He continues to lick your left nipple while he touches your right tit. "Sorry."

He pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a smirk. "Sorry? For what? For making those pretty sounds? I don't mind at all." He moves his hand from your breast to your chin, tilting your head up so you're looking directly at him. "In fact, I like it. I like knowing that I'm the one making you make those noises."

You want to tell him you're not sorry because of the noises, but you don't wanna ruin the moment.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, and he notices that you don't say anything. He pauses for a moment, studying your face before speaking again. "Hey, are you okay? You're quite all of a sudden." He says, his tone softer now. His fingers are still gently carressing your chin.

"Yeah. I'm fine, why did you stop?" You really want to tell him why you're sorry, but it's too embarrassing.

He notices your reclutance to tell him, and he frowns slightly, a look of concern in his eyes. "You're not fine. You're avoiding answering my question. And you look embarrassed. Why?" He shifts so that he's sitting beside you on the bed, his hand moving to rest on your thigh.

"I'it's nothing, I swear!" You know he won't go on, unless you tell him what's wrong.

He studies you for a moment, not convinced by your claim that it's nothing. "Come on, you can tell me. I won't laugh or judge you." He says, his voice gentle but firm. He squeezes your thigh slightly, trying to coax you into telling him the truth.

"My breasts... they are so... small." You don't want to look at him. You just ruined the moment.

His expression softens as you admit your insecurity about your breasts. He moves closer to you, his hand moving to cup your face and make you look at him. "Hey, look at me." He says softly, his hand gently stroking your chin. "Your breasts are perfect just the way they are. Don't ever think they're small or something else negative.

"Yeah... but... it's true... they're small... I don't even wear bras cause I don't need them..."

He can't help but chuckle softly at your confession. "And that's why they're so perfect. I don't care if you don't need a bra. They still look great."

"Sorry for ruining the moment." You feel so stupid every time your insecurities ruin a happy moment.

He shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "You didn't ruin anything. I'm just glad you told me the truth. I want you to feel comfortable around me, and if your insecurities are holding you back, I want to help you work through them." He reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks, Jinnie." Your eyes are watering. He can be so sweet if he wants to.

He notices the tears in your eyes, and his expression softens even more. He reaches our with his other hand and wipes a tear that has escaped. "Hey, don't cry. You don't need to thank me. I'm just being honest with you." He says softly, his thumb gently carressing your cheek again.

"Do you want to continue?"

He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to push you if you're still feeling insecure. "Are you sure you're okay with continuing? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I want to go on." A little smile appears on your face. You want him.

He smiles back at you, glad that you want to continue. "Okay, but if you start feeling uncomfortable at any point, tell me, and I'll stop. Okay?" He says, his hand still on yours as he looks at you with a mix of concern and desire in his eyes.

"Okay." You're feeling relieved and ready to continue.

He leans in closer to you, his gaze fixated on your face. "Good, I want to make you feel good, and I'm going to make sure you do." He moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer to him.

You kiss him again. You don't know how, but you end up on top of him. You take off his shirt and admire his abs. Your fingers are tracing circles all over his body. Then you kiss him once more. You can feel his hard cock under you.

He lets out a low moan, his body tensing slightly under your touch. When you feel his hard cock underneath you, he grips your hips, pulling you even closer to him. "You're not playing fair, you know that?" He says with a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire.

You giggle. The kisses are now going down his neck.

He tilts his head back to give you better access, his breathing growing heavier. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" He says his voice low and gravelly. He pulls you even closer to him, his hands moving up to your waist as he tries to control himself.

You feel like he wants to grab your ass, but he's not sure of doing it. So you take his hands and guide them to your butt. "There." You moan.

He can't help but squeeze your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're playing with fire, princess." He says, his voice rough and strained. He looks up at you with a mixture of frustration and desire in his eyes.

"I think I'm burning already." You stop giving him kisses when your lips arrive to his pelvis.

He moves one of his hands to your hair, gently tangling his fingers in it. "You're a tease, you know that?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Can I take these off?" You ask, grabbing his waistband.

"Yeah, go ahead." He says, his voice a little breathless. He watches as you start unbottoning his pants.

You manage to take them off. "Damn, it looks so long." You can see his cock even without taking off his boxers.

He can't help but let out a low growl as you comment on his size, his cock twitching in his boxers at your words. "You're not playing fair, you know that, right?" He says again, his voice strained.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll have your turn later." Your fingers slowly pull down his boxers, and your eyes widen. Yep, I was right. It's very long. I think you'll have to prepare me before putting it in me."

He can feel his face flush with embarrassment and arousal as he watches you look at him in awe. "You're not making this easy for me, you know that?" He says, trying to sound annoyed, failing miserably. He can't deny the fact that he's enjoying this as much as you are.

"Yeah, I know. It's time to take my revenge." You grab his cock with both of your hands and you start moving them up and down.

"Damn it, you're going to be the death of me." He says, his voice hoarse and strained.

"Relax, baby. Just enjoy." Your hand's speed increases, and you can hear beautiful sound coming from his mouth.

Hyunjin tries to realx, but it's difficult when you're touching him like this. His moans become louder and more frequent as you speed up, and he can feel his body trembling with pleasure. "God, you're driving me crazy." He manages to say between gasps, his eyes still closed.

"Good to know." You try to seem relaxed, but in reality, you're excited. The sounds he's making are making you wet.

Hyunjin notices your relaxed expression but can also sense the excitement in your voice. He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smirk on his face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He says, hai voice slightly teasing.

"Yes, honey." You reach your max speed. You can see he's shaking a little bit.

Hyunjin feels like he's getting g closer to the edge, but he tries to hold back. "Fuck, princess. You're gonna make me come." He manages to say, his voice strained and shaky.

"Don't hold it back, honey. I want to see you cum." Your voice sounds relaxed, but you're screaming in the inside because of the excitement.

Hw let's out a low groan and arches his back, his cum spilling onto his stomach and your hands. "Such a beautiful mess." You whispered.

Hyunjin tries to catch his breath as he comes down from his high. He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're so damn good at that." He says, his voice still shaky.

"Thank you." You giggle. "Your turn now."

Hyunjin smirks at your words, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? You think you can handle me, princess?" He says, looking at you with a cocky expression.

"I don't know, let's find out."

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, and he reaches to grab your hips, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, I like the sound of that." He says, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He looks up at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

He touches your pussy. He can feel the wetness even with your pants on.

Hyunjin slides his fingers under the waistband, gently rubbing against your sensitive skin. "Damn, you're soaked already."

"Take them off." You say, breathy.

Hyunjin grins at your command. He slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare skin to him. "Better?"

"Not yet. You still have to take off my panties."

Hyunjin' eyes darken at your request, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is that so? You want me to take off your panties too, huh?" He asks, his fingers moving to the hem of your panties.

"Please..." You can't wait to have him inside you.

Hyunjin's smirk grows wider as he hears your pleading. He slowly takes your panties down, exposing your naked body to him. "You're so desperate, princess. I like it."

He slides two of his fingers inside your pussy with no advice. "Ah..."

He curls them slightly, searching for that sweet spot that he knows will make you moan. "You're so tight and wet... I can't wait to be inside you."

He slides a third finger in, preparing you for his cock. "Fuck."

Hyunjin slowly starts to slide his fingers in and out of you, slowly stretching you for him. "You're so beautiful like this, taking my fingers like a good girl."

His speed increases, and you dig your nails on his shoulders. "Oh my..." You're almost breathless.

Hyunjin winces slightly as you dig your nails on his shoulders, but he doesn't stop. He keeps up his pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of you with increasing speed and force. "You line that, huh? You like when I touch you like this?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"Yes... it's so good..." You feel like you could cum at any moment.

Hyunjin can feel you're getting close, and he grins, his fingers moving faster inside you. "I can tell you're close. You're getting all tense and tight around my fingers. You're gonna come for me, aren't you, princess?"

"Yes, fuck!" You came. Your juices wet his fingers. He puts them in his mouth and licks them.

"Mmm, you taste delicious. But I want more. I want to feel you around my cock."

"I'm ready. You choose the position." You look desperate. There's nothing you want in this world more than Hyunjin.

Hyunjin looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes, his gaze roaming over your body hungrily. He slowly pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. "I want you on your knees, princess. I want to see that pretty little ass of yours in the air."

You do as he says. When you're in the position, he slaps your ass. "Ouch!" You gasp in surprise.

Hyunjin enjoys the way you squirm under him. "You like it when I spank you, don't you? Such a naughty girl." He says, his hand coming down to give your ass another slap, a little harder this time.

"Damn!" It felt so good.

Hyunjin smirks at your reaction, loving the way you respond to his touch. He runs his hands over your bare skin, caressing you gently before spreading your legs wider. "You're such a sensitive little thing. I can't wait to feel you around me." He says, his eyes locked on your exposed pussy.

"Come on, Jinnie! Do it! I want to feel you inside me!" Your desperation increases.

Hyunjin chuckles at your desperation, enjoying how much you want him. He positions himself behind you, his body pressed against yours. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Patience, princess. I'm gonna take my time with you. I want to savor every moment." He reaches down between your legs, his fingers rubbing against your sensitive folds.

Your pussy clenches around nothing.

Hyunjin notices your reaction and grins. He pushes a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. "You're so tight and needy. You're practically begging me to fill you up."

"In fact, I am. Please, Jinnie!"

Hyunjin chuckles again, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster. He presses his body against yours, pinning you to the bed as he continues to work you open. "Such a needy little thing. I love it when you beg like that."

He gives you another smack, leaving his handprint this time. "Ah!" Your hips roll around nothing. How can he be so patient? You're fucking dying waiting for him.

Hyunjin groans as you squirm under him, your hips moving desperately. He can't help but admire your desperation, his own desire growing stronger. "You're so damn cute when you're all needy like this. Can't take it anynmore, can you?"

"No, Jinnie, I can't take it anymore. Please!" Tears start falling down your cheeks. You look pathetic.

Hyunjin's heart skips a beat at the sight of your tears. He slowly down his movements, running a hand through your hair. "Shh, don't cry, princess. I'll give you what you want. Just be patient a little longer, okay?" He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his fingers still moving inside you.

You're so desperate you think you're gonna cum again. "Jinnie..."

Hyunjin can sense how close you are, and he smirks against your skin. He can feel clenching around his fingers, and it's driving him crazy. "You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it. Just a little longer, baby. I want to see you come undone for me."

"Fuck!" I came for the second time.

Hyunjin groans as he feels you clench around his fingers, his own body reacting to your release. "God, you're so beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this all day." He pulls his fingers out of you and uses them to wipe up some of your juices.

"Can I taste it?" You've never tasted yourself. You're curious.

Hyunjin's eyes widen at your request, surprised by your boldness. But he can't deny the fact that he's tempted to let you taste yourself. "You want to taste it? Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yes, please." You turn to look at him, waiting for his permission.

Hyunjin hesitates for a moment, still surprised by your request. But he can't deny the desire that runs through him at the thought of you tasting yourself. "Okay, but you have to do exactly as I say, understand? No touching yourself or trying to do anything else without my permission."

"Alright, Jinnie. I'll be a good girl for you." You don't know, how cringe that sounded, but you couldn't care less.

Hyunjin grins at your words, amused by your egaerness. He moves closer to you, his face inches away from yours. "That's a good girl. Now, open your mouth for me."

You do as he says.

Hyunjin takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your mouth open and waiting for him. He gently places his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste yourself. "Good girl. Now, lick them clean."

You start licking them. You moan in pleasure. It tastes good.

Hyunjin groans as he watches you lick his fingers, enjoying the sound of your moans. He can't help but be a little bit turned on by how submissive you're being. "Good, you're so eager. You like the taste of yourself, don't you?"

You hum in response.

Hyunjin pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, feeling your tongue swirling around them. He can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you sucking someone else. "You're being such a good girl for me. Keep going, don't stop."

You continue licking, and after a few minutes, he pulls them out. A thread of saliva conncects your mouth with his fingers.

"God, you're such a good pet. I could keep you like this all day."

You give him a kiss on the cheek. You didn't have a reason to do that. You just wanted to do it.

Hyunjin is surprised by the kiss on his cheek, but he quickly recovers and turns his head to look at you. He gives you a soft smile, a rare display of affection from him. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? First, you beg me to taste yourself, and now you kiss me on the cheek. You're a mistery, princess."

"You know what's a mistery for me? Your cock. I want to know how it feels on me. Can you put it on me now, please?" You look at him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him.

Hyunjin's eyes widen at your request, surpirsed by your boldness. "Are you sure you want that, princess? You want me to put my cock on you?" He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours.

"Yes, please. I've been a good girl, I deserve it, right?"

Hyunjin's resolve weakens at your words, and he can't resist the way you beg for it. He gently cups your face in his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "You have been a good girl. But don't think I'm going to make you feel so good, princess."

"I'm ready for that." You go back on you knees, ready to take him.

Hyunjin lets out a low growl as you go back on your knees, his eyes fixed on you. He watches as you prepare yourself to take him, his own breath growing heavier with anticipation. "That's a good girl. Get ready, then. I'm not going to hold back."

He teases with his tip on your entrance.

Hyunjin teases you with his tip, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're so eager for me, aren't you? Can't wait to feel me inside you, princess?"

"I need you, baby. How can you be so patient?"

Hyunjin smirks at your impatience, loving how needy you are for him. "Oh, I'm not being patient. I just want to see you squirm a bit more before I give you what you want. You're so cute when you beg, you know that?"

He smacks your ass again before sliding his cock inside of you. You can't stop moaning.

Hyunjin lets out a low groaan as he slides his cock inside you, the feeling of your tight walls around him making him dizzy with pleasure. He grips your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he starts to move. "God, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me. You're made for this, princess. Made for my cock."

His movements become faster, and your moans become louder. "So good."

"You like that, don't you? You like how I'm filling you up, stretching you out. You're my good girl, aren't you? You're mine."

"Yes, I'm yours, Jinnie. I'm your good girl." You were pathetic but happy cause you're finally with Hyunjin. You've always fantasized about doing things with him while touching yourself. Even if you'd never admit it, you'd always thought Hyunjin was sexy. Even though he was a jerk.

Hyunjin feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him as you call him Jinnie and say that you're his. He loves the way you're so eager to please him, how willing you are to submit to him. He grips your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. "That's right, princess. You're my good girl. Mine to use, mine to do whatever I want with. You're mine and no one else's."

"Jinnie, I'm so close..."

Hyunjin can feel you getting close, and it drives him even wildly. He speeds up his movements, his hips slamming into you with a renewed fervor. "That's it, princess. Come for me. Come for me and let me see how good you look when you come."

"Jinnie..." Here it comes... "I love you!" You came.

Hyunjin covers your belly with his cum.

He runs a finger through the mess and brings it to your mouth, pressing it against your lips. "Taste it, princess."

"You taste much better than me." You say, after sucking his fingers.

Hyunjin grins at your words, his gaze darkening with desire. "Is that so? I'm glad you think so." He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down to your neck.

"Should we have a shower? We're both sticky."

Hyunjin chuckles, a mishievious glint in his eyes. "A shower sounds like a good idea. We can wash each other, princess. I'll make sure you're nice and clean." He gets up from the bed and offers you his hand, pulling you up with him.

You both enter in the shower. When you finished, you changed your bed sheets and you slept together.

Hyunjin lays down on the freshly changed bed sheets, pulling you close to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest. "You're so warm and soft." He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. "I could stay like this forever."

"Hyunjin." You turn around to look at him. "I love you."

Hyunjin's heart skips a beat as you look at him with those loving eyes. He cups your face in his hands, his thumb gently tracing your cheek. "I love you too, princess. More than anything in the world." He pulls you closer, his arms tigheting around you as he holds you tightly against him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he speaks again. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."

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Part 2???

[suckerforcate]

hey could i request a larissa x reader, where reader feels nothing and is just walking trough the day without feelings and is just numb to everything. so larissa notices it and tries to make reader feel somthing so she spends time with them and is there for comfort and cuddling and just holding dsch other until reader finally breaks together in larissas arms and cries so hard they can't breathe. thank you!

Numbness

Pairing: Larissa Weems x student!reader

Word Count: 545

Warning: mental health issue

A/n: it's quiet short but super comforting!! Hope you like it, anon <3

She knew you as a quirky, happy person. Always laughing, waving and smiling at Larissa whenever you saw her. She truly was your favourite teacher.

But in recent times, she noticed that something was off. You never laughed, always looking down. Larissa couldn't remember when she had seen you smile the last time. The usual jokes and comments missing.

Of course, you had noticed, that the Principal spend unusually much time with you. Often she sat down next to you when she saw you. She came to you in the library, invited you to her office and always tried to include you.

If you hadn't felt so numb, you would have probably loved it. But you just didn't feel anything. All of the hurt and the tears having made you immune to emotions, so it seemed.

Larissa tried her best to make you laugh, to support you and take some work of your shoulders. She even insisted on helping with your homework. Occasionally she took you to Jericho and went to your favourite book store or café with you. But nothing that she did helped. She couldn't even get a small smile out of you, when she usually made you cry of laughter. But what scared her more, was that she didn't get a tear either. She got nothing, no emotion at all.

One day she had enough. She really tried to pretend she didn't know how miserable you were, she really didn't want to push you. But she couldn't bear it anymore.

She had called you to her office and after a few unsuccessful tries to make you smile, she sighed.

"(Y/n), darling. I think we have to talk." You looked at her, and for a second she thought she saw panic. But it faded just as fast. You shrugged your shoulders and looked away again.

"You're not okay", you just wanted to argue, but she grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her, "You're not, don't try to argue. I can see it. I've tried really hard to make you happy, for that we don't have to have this talk. But I was unsuccessful, and it's my job to look out for you. We need to talk about this." A silent tear fell down your cheek, the first in forever. The first sign of an emotion in weeks. Larissa was fast to pull you into a hug and mere seconds later a gut-wrenching sob escaped you.

After that there was no stopping the tears, Larissa rocked you in her arms. Holding you through it all. The tears soaked her jacket, and you sobbed so much it got hard to breath. Gasping for air, clinging to the only thing keeping you sane right now.

"Breathe, love. You have to breathe. Shh..." Larissa whispered in your ear, rubbing your back. Every once in a while she placed a light kiss on the top of your head and whispered nice things to you. She assured you she'd always be there for you.

"It's okay, let it out. Whatever it is, we'll work it out. I'm here." And she was, for what felt like forever you cried in her arms. Not once did she complain, or tell you off. She just soothed and comforted you.

[craziechwiv]

Heathcliff: Goddamn it! How'd I fucking die to those miserable things?!

Sinclair: I think that last mission went pretty well...we still won at the end, right?

Heathcliff: Says you! You barely lived if it weren't for little Miss eradiated crimson Sunshine over there! *Pointing towards Don who was looking out the window*

Sinclair: H-Hey! I didn't need to rely on them for most of the fight though. I held my own for a bit, unlike you who- GHK!

Before Sinclair could finish his sentence, he already felt the lights going out as a sharp pain rang all throughout his body. The last thing he saw was of Health lowering his weapon down, freshly splattered with blood, brains, and bone fragments. Of course, poke the angriest out of them all; you're likely to meet aggression.

As Sinclair sat in the isolating darkness which was limbo, he waited for the Manager to bring him back. All while thinking about the fight they had just partaken in.

Was he really that useless to the team? It was always brought up numerous of times that Sinclair almost opted out to not even staying. But there was one reason he somehow managed to stick by. That reason being was-

Sinclair: *gasping for air as his eyes shot open wide* AAAAAAaaa...damn it.

Sinclair awakened on the floor of the bus, most of the crew not paying no mind to his screaming as they all had their moments when being brought back. He sheepishly walked back to his seat, putting his face in his hands at the previous thought and about the embarrassing moment that had just happened. However, his depressing dip back into his own solitude was interrupted, when he was poked by the other blond on board.

Sinclair: Hm? Y-Yes Don?

Don Quixote: How is thou? You seem less than relished to be back.

Sinclair: Yeah, yeah. Seems like whenever we die, it's inevitable that we'll be brought back to life y'know? So, the thrill loses it's charm once in a while. Speaking of, where's-

Don Quixote: Oh, right! Heathcliff is taking a much-needed break to cool their noggin!

Sinclair: A break? But he isn't in his usual seat, so where is he?

Don just smiled at Sinclair and pointed her hand behind her. Sinclair looked away from Don's head to see the body of a strangled and gored Heathcliff, hanging by the red tie on his suit. It didn't take Sinclair to piece what happened, but it sure as hell was comedic karma that it did. He gave off a slight chuckle looking at the body of his aggressor as the smile that came with it still lingered onwards. When he faced Don again, her face had the expression of shock as her mouth was fully opened up wide and eyes almost bulging out.

Sinclair was startled by the sight, but soon wasn't once he saw the edges of Don's mouth shift into creases, then into a full-blown smile as she shouted loudly.

Don Quixote: D-Did you, Sir Sinclair, just smile?! Oh, what glorious day it is indeed! First, a triumphant victory for us, then the birth of your laughter and smile! Hurrah for today!

Sinclair: Y-Yeah. Hurrah!

S + D: HURRAH! *Laughing ensues for them both*

As the pair started to chat a bit more, Gregor and Dante were both sitting in front of them, listening to every word as it was...quite hard not to.

Gregor: It seems our two opposites finally make a positive, right Manager bud?

Dante: *ticking and tocking sounds* "And it seems if they keep talking so blatantly in love, I might leave them for dead..."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Beauty and the Freak part 2

Warnings: human captivity/used as party entertainment, emaciated & starvation, infection/festering injuries

He was a miserable sight too, covered in dirt and caked blood and nasty bruises, some fresher injuries still highly visible on his torso. The suffering he must have been through was unimaginable.

"Like what you see?" A giddy voice startled Annabelle, and she glanced sideways to see a slender middle-aged gentleman approaching with a charismatic smile. She recognized him as Austin, the host of the party as well as her parent's close friend.

Annabelle curtsied politely, and he bowed with a laugh in return. "So formal!" He chuckled.

Annabelle turned her attention back to the man in the cage. "Who is this?" She asked sweetly, forcing the disgust not to show in her voice.

"I think it once said its name was Silas, but I forgot a long time ago. Names don't matter for these brutes, we call them whatever we like. They're all part of my private collection of freaks. This particular beast is built like a literal tank, almost inhuman how strong it is. It took twelve men just to catch him, and it put up one heck of a fight," Austin laughed impassively. "But we took the fight out of it a long time ago, so it's mostly tame now."

Annabelle's stomach churned with nausea. How long had they been torturing the poor man? She was shocked by the cruelty.

She was speaking before she even thought about it. "How much to buy him?" She blurted before she could stop herself. She could have sworn she saw the caged man stiffen, perking up slightly as though he were listening closer, more intently.

Austin's face lit up with surprise. "Normally I don't sell my animals, but I suppose I could make an exception. Three million."

"That's outrageous and you know it," Annabelle growled.

Austin shrugged innocently. "That's my offer. I know your family has deep pockets, so honestly you should be grateful I'm not asking more of you."

It was frustratingly true. Anyone who knew of Annabelle's wealth was greedy to take a piece of it. Three million was a steal compared to what most people would ask for.

"Deal," she gave in with a sigh.

Austin smiled broadly. "Wonderful. Just let me get my beast’s handlers and we'll get him prepared for you. I assume you will wire the money to my account as soon as possible?"

"Of course," Annabelle reassured. If anything she was extremely reliable. It only hit her once Austin left to get ready that she had just bought a person. As her birthday gift. Her parents had technically said she could get whatever she wanted. But something told her they wouldn't be happy to see what she'd chosen to get.

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young adult!atreus x reader

-> synopsis: The only times you had ever experienced adventure was through your books. It was hard to live an exciting life while trapped in Alfheim.

You know you're meant for something greater than wasting away underground.

[loosely based on the events of Gow: Ragnarok]

-> chapter warnings: all chapters may contain spoilers, fighting, cursing, mimir torture

"C'mon, up, up, you've got a big day ahead of you!"

Sindri's voice, paired with the feeling of your blanket being ripped off of you, roused you from your slumber. You frowned and curled up into yourself, trying to preserve a little bit or warmth.

"Y/N, it's time to get up." Atreus's voice rang out this time, and his hand rested on your arm, giving it a small shake. "We've gotta get to Svartalfheim soon. Sindri made breakfast."

You peeled one eye open, coming face to face with a pair of blue eyes. Atreus smiled and patted your arm one last time before standing up and grabbing his own gear to get ready.

You yawned, stretching as you sat up.

"Sleep well?" Atreus asked, his back to you as he made sure his bow was in tact.

"Kind of, yeah." You laughed, "My first time sleeping somewhere new, my body isn't used to it yet."

Atreus nodded, opening the door of the bedroom for you both to head out. "Just wait until we have to sleep on the ground somewhere. That's where it gets really uncomfortable."

You internally groaned, "Sounds miserable."

"A small price to pay for an adventure!" Sindri chimed into your conversation as you made your way to the table. "There's bacon, eggs, and toast for a big breakfast today, at the request of the young lad."

In your peripheral, Atreus rubbed the back of his neck. "Just to make sure we're prepared for the journey." He laughed nervously.

Sindri nodded along, handing you a plate of food and a small pouch. "It's not much, but it's got your weapons, some snacks, and a resurrection stone." He pulled you down to his height and whispered, "Plus I wrote down a few spells I think you'd find beneficial. I noticed your books yesterday and couldn't help but assist."

You gave Sindri a genuine smile, "That's so kind of you. Thank you so much."

"Ah, it's nothin'." Sindri waved you off. "In return, just make sure you all get back safe and keep that boy in check."

"I can hear you!" Atreus called from the table, earning a small laugh from you and Sindri.

You thanked him again and sat at the table, the only open seat being beside Kratos. The man still intimidated you a lot, but you supposed you'd better start getting used to him. He huffed in acknowledgment as you sat beside him, but said nothing more.

Once breakfast was through, Kratos stood and made his way outside. You'd figured out by now that he expected you and Atreus to follow soon.

You looked at Atreus and he shrugged, gesturing to his unfinished meal. He was staying to finish it.

Instead of following Kratos out alone, you opened the satchel Sindri had given you and took out a folded piece of paper. Written inside were a list of spells— fighting, healing, a wide variety that would be useful on a journey.

'Logi: fire. Sverð: sword. Verja: defend.'

You tried to commit as many spells to memory as you could, but without practicing them you weren't sure how effective they'd be. You wouldn't have much time to do anything with them, as Atreus had finished eating and motioned for the both of you to head out and meet up with his father.

"Now, Mimir, you remember what we talked about? We'll just need the Bifrost and the head. Brok, do the touching."

"Ah, so this will be the part requiring my assistance?"

You quirked your eyebrow at the large contraption near Sindri. Kratos opened the Mystic Gateway and Brok took Mimir, placing the head in the contraption.

Atreus, who still stood beside you, spoke. "They're using Mimir's Bifrost eyes to let us travel between realms. This way, we don't have to wait for the Dwarves to do it every time. We can use the Yggdrasil Seeds to travel to Svartalfheim."

You only hummed, watching.

"So, do I control this thing, then?"

"Oh, no. No no no no no no no." Sindri responded to Mimir, "This is just to hold you in place while we shine this light into your eyes."

"Oh, Sindri, you sodding bastard!"

Mimir's cries fell upon deaf ears as the light shone in his face. Brok just laughed as Sindri repositioned the contraption to face the Gateway.

"Open your eyes. I'm really hoping to not have to use the eyelid clamps."

Mimir, still crying out, opened his eyes and took in the light. Sindri cheered and on his command, Mimir released the light into the Mystic Gateway. The dwarves then ran to the door, getting to work as Mimir continued to complain in the background.

"And— there. That should do it. No permanent damage." Sindri inspected the Gateway.

"I'll show you permanent damage, you wee fuck. Kratos, throw me at him! Horns first!"

"Aww, can't you take a joke, you old goat?" Brok was having the time of his life.

"That looked like it hurt." You whispered.

"Yeah, but Mimir can take it." Atreus shrugged, "I'm sure he's been through a lot worse. C'mon, father's ready to go."

Atreus started towards the Mystic Gateway, where Kratos had already retrieved Mimir and stood, waiting for the both of you. You quickly followed, not wanting to be a burden to them.

You followed the pair, and Sindri, through the branches of Yggdrasil until coming upon another Gateway, this time to Svartalfheim. Sindri bid his goodbyes, and left you to step through the light.

The first thing you noticed when stepping into the realm was how awful it smelled. Everything in the realm just seemed to be... off. The sun was slightly too bright, it was too hot, and the atmosphere smelled atrocious.

Though, hating the bright light could just be your Dark Elf side, because Atreus was basking in the sun. He enjoyed the warmth, stretching his arms out to take it in.

"It's a bit much." You chimed in.

"Maybe to you, but Midgard has been frozen for years now. I'm so glad to be away from the snow!" Atreus rushed ahead of you and Kratos. "Maybe we can use this boat."

He began to slice at the ropes, cutting the small boat away from its rack and ignoring Mimir's call for caution. The boat shifted a bit as Atreus freed it, but instead of moving the boat he fell back with a yell.

Small lizard-creatures jumped from behind the boat, darting from side to side and attacking Atreus as he tried to regain his footing. "Why are these things so fast?"

Kratos ran at the creatures with his axe, swinging at them as they attacked. It was difficult, though, as they would continue to jump out of the way before getting hit. Atreus was in the same boat, being unable to aim his arrow at them before they moved. He'd resorted to just hitting them with the bow itself.

You decided to take a different route, staying a respectable distance away from the monsters and raising your hand.

You concentrated on one of the monsters, and whispered, "Logi."

The creature burst into flames, crying out in its own weird, monster-ish way. Atreus looked at the monster, and back at you, your hand still slightly glowing with light. He laughed, before getting hit in the back of the head by a lizard and turning back to the fight.

You tried again on another one, this time only speaking the spell in your head. Success.

More creatures— Wretches, Mimir had called them a moment ago— came from cracks and crevices of the rocks around you, and you began to get overwhelmed. Burning them one by one, then by twos, and then threes, wasn't enough.

Eventually, in a last-ditch effort, you aimed your palms at the ground and imagined the power going to every Wretch in the area. "Logi!"

Wretch cries were heard once more, and then nothing. Just the smell of burning flesh permeating the already-smelly air.

"Y/N! How'd you do that? You killed them all in one shot!" Atreus bounded up to you, grinning. Kratos chose to put the boat in the water, not-so-subtly keeping an ear turned towards the both of you.

"I, uh, actually don't know." Your cheeks flushed a bit, embarrassed that you were getting praised for something you can't even control. "That was my first time using that spell. It was honestly exhausting."

"I'm sure it was, that was a lot of magic to kill all of those Wretches." Atreus patted your shoulder, leading you towards the boat. You both sat in the front, while Kratos began to row in the back.

You never realized how tiring magic was— or, rather, you'd just never used that much magic before. It really was a lot, with dozens of Wretches coming upon you. You were sure you could've handled it better, like with the magic from your spear that isn't physically taxing, but where was the fun in that?

Your hands were sore. They felt like they had been burned from the fire that they had summoned. Perhaps that was a side-effect you were unaware of?

Your head hurt, too, like there was too much pressure in your ears and behind your eyes, making your eyelids droop and your face feel heavy. Your body was exhausted, and you slumped forward slightly, only to jerk back up to stay awake.

Atreus, concerned, looked towards his father. Kratos kept his eyes on the river.

"Magic is a finicky thing." Kratos began, making you sit up and pay attention. "You never know what it is going to do or how it will affect you. I suggest training more before deciding to randomly use magic you've never done before. You could have gotten severely injured."

"Yes, sir." You felt slightly dejected, but understood where he was coming from. You didn't expect this guy to be some big softie when it came to mistakes, anyways.

Atreus turned towards the water. "It looks like we've got a ways before we might have to get out. Why don't you rest?"

"I'm fine," You reassured him, "I don't need to be asleep and caught off guard if something happens."

"But the water is so peaceful," Atreus argued, "Even I could take a nap right now."

"You never know." Kratos agreed with you, "Naps are for those with no goals in life. If you have time to nap, you must find something more productive to do."

"Now, I wouldn't go that far." You laughed, "I love a good nap, but now is definitely not the time. Not in a foreign realm where we don't know what could happen."

Kratos hummed, and Atreus fidgeted. It was obvious he had more to say.

"Isn't it cool how mom led a whole rebellion here and didn't tell us?" He finally let it out.

"The fact that it didn't go well might have curbed that notion." Mimir replied.

"Wait, what?" You were intrigued. You didn't remember reading about a rebellion in Svartalfheim in any of your books.

"My mom is a Giant," Atreus explained, "She, uh, passed a few years ago. She apparently did a lot before meeting father, and the Giants in Jötunheim called me Loki in their prophecies with her! So I'm half Giant, half God—"

"Atreus. There is such thing as giving too much information."

"You're a God?" You turned to Kratos, "Norse?"

"No. Not Norse."

That was the only information he would give, so you let it be, choosing to go back to Atreus. "That's really cool. I wish I could've gone and led a rebellion instead of being trapped for years." You half-joked.

"If you didn't talk about your past, what did you talk about?" Atreus pushed, "Were you just like, 'Woman, guard house. I will go catch fish in the river'?".

You laughed for a moment, and Atreus snuck a glance at you before smiling as well.

"No. Your mother was far better at fishing than I."

The conversation didn't continue, and eventually you all came across a mechanism blocking the channel. A large wheel was stuck in the water, and the only hole that could let the boat go through was at the top. Nowhere near where the boat could go through.

"I imagine if you could turn it, we should be able to get through." Mimir mused.

Kratos docked the boat and you all got out, searching for a way to move the wheel. Kratos went near the wheel while Atreus inspected a geyser nearby. You, on the other hand, stayed back to inspect the contraption as a whole.

"This smell is making my eyes burn..." Atreus grimaced as he followed his father up onto a platform.

Mimir hummed. "You know, it is a fair bit more potent than when I last visited, now that you mention it."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one." You said, "I thought I was just being sensitive."

"Looks like the path continues on the other side of this geyser." You met Kratos and Atreus at the water, listening to Atreus. "Heh. If we were in Midgard, that water would be frozen in a second."

Kratos froze the geyser using his axe, jumping up to another platform eye-level with the wheel. He took his blades and attached them to the wheel, yanking it towards him and making the opening face downwards into the water.

Nords, he was strong.

You followed the two back down, taking out a Wretch here and there, before boarding the boat again and going about your way.

Hopefully that would be the only obstacle.

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[aduckwithears]

Sharing this in its own post. See here for context - basically a scene in Job's basement "planning" what to do with the kids... like most of their plans it is lacking in details, but makes up for that with longing glances. (i guess i write fic now??)

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I'm torn, because this conversation could have happened in the cellar, or it could have been a speed-run on the way back from seeing God talk to Job. Anyway, I ended up writing the first scenario. Feel free to fill in the blanks afterward with any, um, more physical activities you like, you degenerates (affectionate).

Aziraphale's First Magic Trick (or, how Crowley unwittingly starts the career of The Amazing Mister Fell, an act which will have Repercussions)

Aziraphale is very full. He's never been fuller. Although he has no reference point for his own stomach, he is starting to suspect that a human would never consume an entire ox. By oneself. In one sitting. 

He glances over at Crawley who seems to be completely enjoying himself, lounging with head lolling back, his wine cup half raised, and eyes half closed. There is a temptation to linger on this sight, but Aziraphale remembers (after several longish moments) that he, as an angel, cannot be tempted, and rapidly readjusts his gaze. It falls upon a clay bowl and 3 multicolored shape-shifted children.

"Crawley, the children!"

"Hmmm?"

"The children! They can't stay newts!"

Crawley hoists himself up on one elbow and looks over at the bowl. "Nahh, not newts. They're a type of lizard - meant for the desert, them. They're fine."

Aziraphale levels a stern, if slightly greasy stare in the direction of the demon. "That's not what I meant. How are you planning to return them to their parents?"

Crawley looks surprised. He had been trying to think of the exact type of lizard the form of the transformation had taken. He thought it might be a grecian but that didn't seem quite right. Greco? Still not it... He tries to focus through the wine. "Back to their parents? Doesn't seem very demonic." He shakes his head. "I got rid of them - no more kids, poof, gone - seems like it would take a miracle to get them back." He waves a hand dismissively. 

Aziraphale huffs out a breath. "Well, they can't stay that way forever. If we could get them back to Sitis and Job after the bet is over, maybe they could be taken as new children..." He trails off, realizing what he is saying.

Crawley is now sitting all the way up, wine goblet forgotten and dangling from his fingers as he slowly raises both eyebrows and aims a golden gaze at the angel. "Ohhhh, do go on," he drawls. 

Finding it suddenly very important to look anywhere but Crawley, Aziraphale feels his shoulders hunch. The taste in his mouth is too oily and his tongue seems raw. "Ahhhh," he says eloquently, casting his eyes about the cellar and encountering bare oxen ribs in his attempt to not look at the attentive demon. He turns his gaze miserably to the floor. 

Several minutes pass and the uncomfortable silence grows, until a wiggle turns into a rustle turns into a black dressed form elegantly scooting (possible if you were once a snake and your human spine is open to suggestion) a little closer to his despondent companion. 

"What about a magic trick?" 

Aziraphale flicks his eyes over to where Crawley sits nearby, long legs folded, gazing up at him. "A... trick,” he manages over his oily tongue.

"Look," says Crawley, "between you and me, Gabriel couldn't tell these kids from Cain and Abel. I doubt he can even count to three." Aziraphale chokes a little, halfway between a laugh and gasp, but he must hand it to the demon, Gabriel has never seemed to be the brightest angel in the choir. He thinks about his recent conversations in Heaven and Gabriel’s insistence that God will provide seven new children to Job. Via Sitis (oh that poor woman).

The red hair and beard shimmer in the low light as Crawley leans forward and catches Aziraphale's eyes with his own. "So we'll do a magic trick. Sitis's births have to start sometime, why not right away?"

"Because... uh... well, you see..." Aziraphale himself is completely at sea. He reflects that perhaps humans do not eat entire oxen because it seems to diminish the power of thought. Does he have a general working knowledge of human reproduction? Yes. (He'd been on the human planning committee after all). Could he explain it to the wide-eyed being sitting in front of him? No. This is probably due to the taste of oxen stifling his brain. No other reason. Certainly not. 

Crawley sighs, points to decimated ox. "Do ya get it? Ribs!" He grins. 

Aziraphale feels his mouth drift open. He looks at the ox, ribs glinting white in the flickering light. He remembers another day, a flickering morning, and a woman taking her first breaths… and more importantly, a birth process Gabriel would believe… “Eve!”

The demon’s grin, impossibly, widens. “Exactly. Even if there are a few angels hanging around it should be easy to plant a few ribs, sneak in a few lizards” (what WERE they called? Gemini? Arghh…) “…and poof! Kids!” His hands flutter in the air. A distant, anachronistic part of Aziraphale’s brain categorizes these as Jazz Hands.

“Magicians!” Aziraphale allows himself a small smile. His shoulders relax. He crinkles his eyes towards Crawley, misses the small intake of breath from his demonic cellar-mate. “That could work!” He hesitates. “As long as no one asks directly which children these are, we should be fine!”

Crawley scoots back and resumes his comfortable position from earlier, refills the forgotten goblet, raises another toast. “Angel, the archangel Gabriel wouldn't notice if his wings were on backward. You bring the ribs and gecko-kids (that was it!! Geckos! Course it was!), I’ll do the talking. We’ll be fine." He takes a deep drink of wine.

Aziraphale's smile grows and he thinks that maybe a few of those ox bones need a little more work to be truly clean. He wiggles a little at the anticipation of the rich taste. He casts a quick glance at his companion, who seems, true to his word, not particularly lonely. His magician’s assistant. They will be fine. 

[domxmarvel]

A sky without stars

Masterlist 

Pairing: Louise Dials x Female!Reader

Prompt:R-reunion @alrawabi-imagines

Her voice rang in your ears,you could hear it clearly. Unfortunately that was all you had left after she got captured and imprisoned by Nightswan.You were forced into hiding,disguising yourself anytime you had to step out. You were working at a small dinner to blend in and hide better,but all you could think about was your girlfriend Louise. There was nothing you wanted more than to hear her voice once more. You were working your shift at the diner for the night. I did everything diligently and with no complaints. At first, all you could think about was work. Until your mind began drifting towards Louise,thinking about her more and more. As the hours went on, thoughts of her continued to consume your mind and you couldn’t keep focus on your work. But with Nightswan looking for anyone accessioned with Louise,and that included you. The shift went by smoothly,but about 4 hours in, your co-worker called you over. Saying there was a phone call for you,making your way over to the phone you picked up. It was an old style phone attached to the wall of the diner. 

"Hello" you said there was a brief silence before you heard a familiar voice,along with a sweet southern accent. Louise,you knew her voice,it was unmistakable.

"Hello,darlin'" Louise said,her accent making her words flow like honey. You gasped when you heard her voice through the phone. It had been so long since the last time you spoke with her. Your heart began racing, 

"Louise! Is that you?!" You felt so relieved to hear her voice "Louise are you alright? Are you hurt?" You asked,you clung onto the phone as it would keep her there forever.

"I'm just fine. Don't worry 'bout me,doll." Louise replied to you, her voice soft and reassuring. Hearing her assure you that she was fine put a relieved smile on your face. Gripping the phone even tighter, not wanting this moment to end.

"I'm so happy to hear your voice,I could cry right now" You chuckled,trying not to cry. Louise laughed softly and said.

"Aww, don't cry now, hon'. We'll see each other again soon enough." Her words made you feel calm,knowing that she still wanted to see you and that she hasn't forgotten you. Listening to her voice made you feel so happy and calm.

"What happened,I thought Nightswan captured you?" You asked,wondering how she was even calling you. Louise sighed before answering, 

"I was captured, doll. But I wasn't gonna stay in that miserable place forever. I managed to escape, but it definitely won't stop her from trying to find me again." Hearing her admit that she had escaped from Nightswan’s grasp gave you a sense of relief. You couldn't help but smile when you imagined her outsmarting the guards of the prison.

"Of course not. I missed you so much Lou" Louise smiled and sighed happily. 

"I missed you, too, darlin'. Every moment we were apart, I kept thinking about you and how I missed holding you." Her words only made you flustered, and your heart skipped a beat with her confession. Before you could say anything she kept going about how much she missed you. "And don't even get me started on how much I missed your beautiful voice and the way you smile, darlin'. Every moment without you is like a night without the stars. I missed you so much, and I don't ever want to be far apart from you again."

"Then come find me" Louise chuckled softly and replied, 

"Where are you, doll? I'd find you in a heartbeat if I knew where you were."

"Remember the dinner where we shared a strawberry milkshake?" Louise's voice became more cheerful as she remembered the memory fondly. 

"Of course I remember, doll. It was the perfect afternoon of just sipping on milkshakes and talking about anything and everything."

"That's where you'll find me,I'll be waiting" 

"I can't wait to see you again, darlin'. I'll be there as soon as I can. Make sure you save me a milkshake." Louise replied with excitement in her voice. Her words made you blush, and you felt your heart flutter at the sound of her being eager to see you again. you couldn't wait to be in her arms once more.

"Will do,see you soon love" In the moments before hanging up, you could hear Louise's voice grow more affectionate. 

"See you soon, darlin'. I love you." Her words were so soft and sweet, and her voice was music to your ears.

"Love you too" You hung up,the thought of being reunited with her made you feel like you were on a cloud. You were so relieved to hear her voice and know that you'd soon see her. You could hardly focus on the rest of the shift, as your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Louise. Just the mere thought of her sent flutters through your body which left you feeling giddy inside. your heart was racing with anticipation, and felt ready to burst from the excitement of seeing her again.You were soon finished with your shift and got changed, and sat down in the very same booth where you had shared one for the first time

Any time the bell rang you looked over hoping to see her. Whenever the bell would ring, your head would snap up and glance toward the door. Your heart raced each time, hoping it would be her who would walk through the door. Seeing any other customers walk in caused a slight disappointment,as it wasn't her. You desperately longed for her arrival. Finally, the bell rang,you quickly looked over, hoping to see her. As you turned your head to look, your eyes widened in amazement as you saw her standing in the doorway. She was just as beautiful as you remembered, her messy dark purple hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. Her eyes met yours, and a smile spread over her lips.She made her way over to you and sat down.

"I can't tell you how much I missed you, darlin'," Louise said. Her words were so sweet and sincere, the way her southern accent wrapped around them was music to your ears. She reached forward and took your hand in between hers, her touch was gentle and sent a shiver down your spine.She held your hands,running her thumb across the back of your hands. Her hands were still soft,despite the new scars that you could feel. 

"I-I'm so happy you're here" you held her hands tighter,you could cry you were so happy that she was back. you couldn't hold back your tears any longer, your emotions overflowing. As you held her hands tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and relief. you could feel the new scars on her hands, but it didn't matter to you. All that mattered was the fact that she was here with you once more. "I never thought I'd see you again," You said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I missed you so much,Lou" Louise squeezed your hands tightly in return, tears welling up in her eyes. 

"I've missed you too, darlin'. Every moment we were apart, I thought about you and how much I wanted to hold you in your arms again." Her words were just as soft and sweet as you remembered. You were still holding her hands,you squeezed Louise's hands a little bit more. Like she'd disappear if you let go. Louise smiled softly when she felt you squeeze her hands a little more. "I'm right here, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere again." She leaned closer and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, her voice filled with reassurance. You enjoyed the moment,like everything and everyone else was gone and the only thing that mattered in the whole universe was you and Louise.

"I have something for you,if you'd let me go get it" You said. Louise let out a small chuckle, slightly amused at your comment. She playfully rolled her eyes and grinned. 

"Alright, darlin'; you've got yourself a deal." She leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before letting go of your hands. "I'll be waiting right here." You got up and grabbed the strawberry milkshake you had set aside for her. You added the whipped cream, a strawberry on top and two straws. You set it on the table in front of her. Louise gasped in surprise as you set down a strawberry milkshake in front of her, complete with whipped cream, a strawberry, and two straws. Her eyes lit up and a smile spread over her face. "Oh my," she exclaimed with excitement, her southern accent making her words even sweeter. "Darlin', you remembered."

"Of course I did,and we're even sitting in the same booth where we shared one the first time. Louise beamed at your words, her eyes sparkling with delight. 

"You never fail to surprise me, darlin'. It warms my heart knowing that you'd remembered something so special to us." She lifted the milkshake to her lips and took a sip. Her smile widened as the taste of the sweet, fruity ice cream met her taste buds. "Just as delicious as I remembered." You couldn't help but gaze at Louise with adoration as she relished in the milkshake. Seeing her so happy and enjoying the treat made your heart flutter. 

"I'm glad you like it," you said softly. "It's the least I could do to welcome you back." Louise reached her hand out and grabbed yours once more, her eyes sparkling as she spoke. 

"And I couldn't have asked for a better welcome back than enjoying this milkshake with you." Her hold on your hand was firm and loving, her touch sending a shiver of warmth through your body. You reached up to cup her cheek 

"You're as beautiful as the last time I saw you,maybe even more" Louise's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she chuckled softly. 

"Well, I guess escaping imprisonment does wonders for the skin," She joked with a teasing grin. But then her expression softened, and a tender look entered her eyes. "It means a lot to me to hear you say that, darlin'. You know you're the only one who can make me blush like this."

"I love you" was the only thing you could say,as you looked at her. You couldn't stop thinking about how much she meant to you. Louise's expression softened even more, her eyes filled with adoration as she gazed back at you. 

"I love you too" she finally replied, her voice a low whisper. She leaned in closer, closing the distance between you as her lips met yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. The kiss was filled with love and longing, a silent promise of never letting go again. You pulled away from her 

“How about we get out of here?"

"Sounds like a plan, darlin'. Let's get out of this place and go somewhere quieter, just the two of us" You followed her out to her truck. She looked beautiful as her hair was waving in the wind as she drove. Louise maneuvered her truck down the empty roads while the wind blew through her hair. You couldn't help but admire her beauty, her messy purple hair flowing perfectly in the wind. She glanced over at you and caught you staring at her, a playful grin on her face. "See somethin' you like, darlin'?"

"You're always something I like,love" Louise let out a soft giggle, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. 

"You sure know how to flatter a girl with those words, darlin'. But I have to admit, I can't help but feel the same when I look at you." She reached over, taking your hand into hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "How did I get so lucky to have you?" You let your hair loose,letting the wind blow through it. It was perfect just two women driving through empty desert roads. You let your hair down and felt the cool desert breeze caressing your face and blowing through your hair. The open skies, the expansive land, and the empty roads created a sense of freedom that enveloped you both. You looked over at Louise, her eyes focused on the road ahead. Her messy purple hair whipped in the wind, blowing effortlessly and making her appear stunning. You leaned back,closing your eyes for a moment,allowing yourself to bask in the peacefulness of the moment. The sound of the engine purring and the wind rushing by was soothing, and you felt your body relaxing more and more. For a moment, everything felt perfect. You didn't care where you were going as long as Louise was with you,you knew that would be where you wanted to be,with her. Still you couldn't help but ask 

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, darlin'," She said with a hint of mystery in her voice. "Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Trust me, it'll be worth it."

"Okay,Lou" You reached into the glovebox and rummaged through it,grabbing the cd case and flipping through them until you found the mix you made together,a smile tugged at your lips as you remembered the fun night spent putting it together. You inserted the CD into the player, turning up the volume and filling the truck with the familiar beats. As the music echoed through the truck, you felt a wash of nostalgia as the songs played. The lyrics spoke of love, heartache, and joy; the memories they provoked made your heart flutter. You looked over at Louise, her fingers tapping the steering wheel along with the rhythm of the music, seeming to recall the same memories as you. She glanced at you and caught your gaze, a tender smile dancing across her lips. 

"Good choice, darlin'," she said, her voice low and soothing. "It's nice to hear our old mix again."

"I know,I'm glad you still have yours. Do you remember how badly scratched mine got because of how much we listened to it"

 "Oh, I remember that mix cd, it's a miracle it played at all after all those scratches!" Her laughter died down and gave way to a warm smile. "We definitely gave that thing a lot of wear and tear, but those songs hold some of our best memories."

"It's not wear and tear,it's well loved" you said,Louise gave you a sarcastic look before she spoke

"Oh, is that what we're calling it now? Well loved?" She shot a playfully sarcastic glance in your direction and chuckled. "Well, well-loved or well-worn, it doesn't change the fact that we practically listened to that thing to death."

"That's why I made like four copies of it"

"Four copies? Darlin', you were preparing for the apocalypse, weren't you?" She couldn't help but chuckle at your foresight. You laughed with her. "Good thing you did, though. That cd was practically our lifeline" You. 

"I just wanted there to always be one that works. These songs are special,you wouldn't believe how many times I listened to it when you were gone." Louise's smile softened, a twinge of regret and sadness flickering across her face as you mentioned how often you had listened to the cd. 

"I'm glad those songs brought you comfort when I was gone,I missed you every single day, darlin’" You still wondered where she was bringing you,Louise caught the questioning look in your eyes, and a small, mysterious smile tugged.She knew what you were wondering 

"How much longer,Lou?" Louise glanced over at you, her smile turning into a small, mischievous smirk. 

"Darlin', we're almost there, just a few more minutes. I promise it'll be worth the wait."

"Lou" Louise's eyes softened as you called out her name. She reached over and took your hand, her touch gentle but firm. 

"Yes, darlin'? What's on your mind?"

"Well I was thinking we stop and just go makeout in the backseat for a bit." Louise's smirk morphed into a mischievous grin as she bit her lower lip, clearly intrigued by your proposition. 

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I didn't know you had such a naughty side, darlin'. Who am I to refuse a tempting offer like that?"

[a-christmas-carol-from-hr]

honey. you'll never guess.

you know how we're massively in debt?

well, the old man just dropped dead

Scrooge's iron nerves were shattered. She looked away from the scene, too proud to ask for mercy but desiring it all the same. "Let me see some feeling, for god's sake!" She roared. "There must be SOMEBODY who feels SOMETHING for this death!?"

The spirit cocked their head. The room grew dark with golden sand, the laughter of the vultures fading into the darkness they so loved.

The room that manifested was light in every way the last room wasn't…and it was every bit miserable as the last room was joyous. A young man sat in a rocking chair with a baby on his chest. The man's hair was dark, and lined with grey that made him look older than he was. He could be any young father in London.

The babe slept against his heart, but his father was uneasy. He held the baby close, as if terrified somebody would take them from him. The room was bright and cheerful, but signs of wear and care lingered in the faded wood of the crib and the simple toys that were scattered across the floor. The baby was round and healthy, but the father thin and worried. This family was luckier than others, and yet they teetered on the brink all the same.

The door to the nursery opened. A woman stood in the doorway, dressed in corporate clothing seasons out of date. She was about the same age as the man, with beautiful almond eyes and a tired air. Her hair was a honey brown, and strands of silver spun in and out. She was younger than she seemed and felt older than she was. She brushed snow off her worn coat as the man stood.

"Well?" The man asked.

"I went to see her." The woman replied. The man held the baby closer. They cooed in their sleep.

"And?"

"I wasn't allowed in."

The man laughed nervously. "What? Is she so busy she can't take the time?"

"She can't take any more time." The woman said quietly. "She is dead."

The man stared at her with wide, wide eyes. And Ellen saw his expression flicker like a flame. First he was relieved. Terribly, terribly relieved. And then he was guilty. Terribly, terribly guilty.

"Oh." He said quietly.

"Yeah." The woman replied. She was staring at the baby as if her life depended on it.

"Then who-."

"I have no idea who is in charge now. I guess the board will announce an emergency CEO."

"They'll…they'll HAVE to make changes, won't they?" He was almost hopeful.

"They'll have to, if they want to keep us." The woman was firm. "We're resolved. We'll all quit if they don't. We were frightened of her, but she was as mortal as the rest of us. If we all raise our voices, they can't hurt us. Not like she did."

The man nodded. "You're right. God, you're so right. You're so brave."

"No. I'm not," And this other woman, this girl who looked like Scrooge, seemed to crumple. The energy of the day faded, and she rushed to her man's side.

"I'm not. I'm terrible. I'm so awful."

"No. You're not. You're lucky."

"Am I wrong for being happy? Am I heartless?"

"No," The dark haired man assured her. "She was heartless."

i feel like i can breath again. i can't believe our luck. is it bad that i'm so happy?

The door opened and Marley entered. A little older. A little greyer. He was staring at a phone while carrying a plastic bag.

“Scrooge?” He called out. “I’m back. I have what you asked me to get.”

There was no response. He put the plastic bag on the bed and began to take off his coat. He paused as he evidently heard something. Spirit and Scrooge alike heard it too after a moment. Somebody was retching in the hotel bathroom.

“Ellen?” Marley asked. His tone was more concerned than most thought he could be.

When the only response was more retching, he moved towards the bathroom door. He knocked once, but it opened at his touch.

Another Scrooge could be seen, head pressed against the sink. “Did you even keep the dramamine down?” Marley asked.

“No. No, I didn’t.” Scrooge said, not moving from her pose. Marley looked as if he wanted to say something, perhaps something comforting, but thought better of it.

“This…you’ve been sick for over two weeks.” He said. “You really should see a doctor. Who knows what the problem is.”

“I do.” Scrooge replied. “I know exactly what the problem is.”

She finally looked up at him. And somehow, he knew exactly what she meant.

“...Shit.” He breathed.

no.

she truly sucked.